#and if ur husband makes it out. soap will be going on a supply run and returning without him

[niccolites]

i can't write a zombie apocalypse au for johnny bc it was just be beat for beat shane walsh plotline from the walking dead. except way worse way earlier

[hammeredalcoholic]

Soft Jotaro nsfw? I love for soft Jotaro 😍

i actually started writing a whole ass fic for this, so i’ll give it to ya! 

featuring ur Stand: Roman Holiday (Roman for short) 

rated: nsfw/18+

It had been too long. Jotaro had been gone for way too long. That’s all the bombarded your mind as the summer days passed by. There was that deep feeling, that fear, that he wouldn’t come back. It scared you, because you knew what type of work your husband was involved in. 

You had your own Stand, Roman Holiday, which mainly kept you company while Jotaro was away. It was fairly powerful, but despite that, your husband always insisted that you stay at home, where you can be safe. 

It was rather annoying. Being left to your own devices for weeks on end, with nothing to do but sit around and go to work. Your job was only part-time anyways, so it wasn’t that much of a distraction in these times. 

Although you knew that you shouldn’t go out of your way to see him. Morioh may be about an hour drive from Tokyo, but it would be a wasted trip. Jotaro would have your ass back in the car, driving back to where you came from in under a minute. 

It was nice, deep down, how much he cared about your well-being and protecting you. But still-- there was a deep thought that it would be the last time you’d see him. And the thought alone made your heart clench with worry. 

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you stared at the TV in your living room. Daytime television was beyond boring. Nothing was on but sappy, poorly written soap operas, and the occasional news update. It was tiring. 

All you wanted to do was see your husband. To know that he was safe in your arms, away from any danger or enemy Stand user out for his guts. Your thoughts took off again, and you absently fiddled with the platinum wedding ring on your finger. 

That’s when your phone went off. 

You looked at it on the coffee table curiously. All of your friends had full time jobs, and you weren’t expecting to hear from anyone all day. Glancing at the screen, you were taken aback at the message that appeared. It was a text. From Jotaro. 

Picking up the device, you read the text over and over again. 

Joot 3:46 pm I’m coming home tonight. 

You were astounded. Your husband, who had been gone for upwards of a month at this point, would be back tonight. Your fingers twitched to respond to him, but you knew better than that. He was probably busy putting everything together so he could leave Morioh as soon as possible. 

Setting your phone back on the table, you decided that cleaning the house was in order. Jotaro would appreciate coming back to a clean home, and a nice meal. So, that’s what you set out to do. 

Spending the next hour and half deep cleaning the whole house, making sure everything was the way it looked when Jotaro first left, maybe even better than that. You washed the sheets that belonged on your king sized bed, wiped down every surface in the kitchen, and washed all the dishes that had piled up. 

Glancing at the clock, you bolted back over to your phone. You had received another message, luckily it was sent only a few minutes prior. 

Joot 5:37 pm  Finished packing up. Leaving soon. 

Your heart raced at that, deciding that now would be the best time to clean yourself up, and start dinner. Putting away all your cleaning supplies, you dashed to the master bathroom, stripping down and dropping your clothes in the hamper. 

Turning on the water, you let it warm up before stepping inside. The stream hit your back nicely, giving you a fine sense of calm, and peacefulness. Your husband was finally coming home, you were going to be able to wake up to him on his side of the bed. 

Another thought crossed your mind. When was the last time you had been intimate? Thinking back on it as you washed your hair, you had come to the conclusion that it was the night before he left for Morioh. Jotaro had made it a point to actually make love to you-- not wanting to just fuel his desires and fuck you senseless. 

Jotaro knew what his long absences did to you. That’s why he strives to make sure you felt loved before he departed. 

It was a good feeling. 

You quickly finished up your shower, drying yourself off and walking towards your closet. What would be the perfect outfit to welcome him home with? Glancing through all the articles of clothing, you decided on a simple shirt and cardigan, with a pair of black skinny jeans. You knew what the denim did to him. 

The slight twinge in your abdomen reminded you of your shower thoughts. Maybe a cute set was in order, as well. You quickly picked out a matching bra and panty, knowing that it was Jotaro’s favorite. It was a deep purple, the material a mesh, with embroidered stars covering both pieces. 

Dressing quickly, you made your way to the kitchen, determined to make Jotaro the best meal he’s had in the entirety of your marriage. Getting the ingredients together, you called out Roman to help you with the cooking. 

An hour passed without a hitch, having a good time with your Stand, making dinner and setting up the dining table. You supposed that Jotaro would be home any minute, so you lit a few candles and put them in various places around the house. You just wanted it to be perfect. 

Setting up the last candle, you heard a shuffle of feet on the other side of the front door. You hurriedly made your way to stand a few feet away from it, enough to give Jotaro some breathing space. 

The door opened, and your husband walked inside. His eyes met yours instantly, and the suitcase in his hand dropped to the floor. Jotaro walked towards you swiftly, putting his arms around your frame and pulling you close. You quickly did the same, throwing your arms around his midsection and squeezing him tight. 

“I missed you.” Your heart practically melted at that. It always does.

“I missed you too, Jotaro.” If he could have squeezed you any tighter, he would have. Too soon, you let go, grabbing his suitcase to put in your master bedroom. “I made dinner! Go ahead and sit down. I’ll be there soon.” 

Jotaro did as you said, going over to the table and looking at all the food you had made. It looked amazing, and he was so glad to be back. He hadn’t noticed that Roman Holiday was still mulling about in the kitchen, but Star Platinum did. 

He practically jumped out of his user, opening his arms up wildly. “Ora!” Star shouted, and Roman grinned at him, running over to jump in his arms. Jotaro took notice, and had to stop himself from smiling. It was always so cute when your Stands got reunited again, they probably missed each other as much as their users did. 

You came back down to the kitchen, noticing Roman and Star in a tight embrace. Grinning from ear to ear, you were happy they finally got to see each other. “Dinner is going to get cold, we should probably eat soon.” Looking over at Jotaro, he nodded, taking off his jacket and hanging it up. 

He went and sat at the dinner table, and started to help himself to the food. You were proud of your cooking-- it was something you tried to perfect, always asking Holly for her recipes, because you knew that Jotaro loved them. 

Quickly joining him, you began to eat as well, striking up some small talk. 

“How was Morioh?” 

“It was alright. Chaotic and bizarre. I’m just glad I got my thesis done.” 

“That’s good! How was Josuke and Joseph?” 

“Annoying and old.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Jotaro smiled slightly, before getting up and grabbing a bottle of wine from your cabinet. He looked over at you, asking if you wanted a glass without even talking. You nodded, smiling at him. 

“It is a special occasion after all. My husband is home!” 

The both of you sat at the dinner table for what felt like ages. One glass of wine turned into four, and you felt the warm buzz in your head. Jotaro could tell, your cheeks were flushed and you were grinning like a madman after every word he spoke. 

He finished his glass, before getting up and taking your dishes to the sink. You had made a meal for him, the least he could do was clean up after it. You smiled at him as he started to wash the dishes, despite being gone for so long, Jotaro was still a great husband. 

Getting up from your seat, you walked up behind him, linking your arms around his midsection. You leaned your head between his shoulder blades, sighing in content. 

“I missed you a lot, babe.” 

You felt him stiffen under your touch, before resuming his actions. That wouldn’t do. Pressing your chest against him, your hands explored his chest, then moved to run over the planes of his stomach. The taught muscles underneath his turtleneck always did things to you.

“I missed every part of you.” 

Your hands trailed up to press around his chest, and stayed there, for the time being. “I missed your face, your voice, your hugs...” You started, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He hummed softly, acknowledging your words. 

You grinned to yourself, unhooking one hand and letting it slide down his torso again. “But, most importantly, I missed...” Your hand brushed over his belts, before settling over his crotch. “This.” 

Jotaro stood as straight as board, not thinking that you would be this forward. But, he supposes, you did have four glasses of wine, and that tended to loosen you up quite a bit. “Did you, now?” He asked, continuing to dry of the dishes he had washed. 

Nodding against his shoulder, you felt a blush cover your cheeks. It was the truth-- getting off by yourself for the last few weeks wasn’t the greatest, your husband was a hundred times better than your hand. “I can’t help it when I get horny and you leave me for so long!” 

Jotaro let out a chuckle, lightly pushing you away from him so he could put the dishes away. You pouted at him, crossing your arms against your chest. “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head at you. “Nothing, nothing.” He turned around, quickly pinning you to the kitchen counter. His lips were against your ear, pressing a sweet kiss. “How about I make up for lost time?” 

The next thing you knew, your clothes were shed on the way to the bedroom, and you were gently pushed onto the bed. Jotaro’s lips were on yours, pressing kiss after searing kiss. His hands trailed down your body, admiring the set you had put on. 

“Looks like you were expecting this.” He mumbled against your lips, and you shivered at his tone. Covering your eyes, you moaned softly. “M-Maybe.” He chuckled again, his fingers dipping into your panties, and pulling them off slowly. 

You lifted your hips, helping him get the material off. After they were tossed to the floor, he stripped his shirt off, and then dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. You stared down at him, watching as two fingers came up to rub along your folds.

“Oh, god-” Throwing your head back, you let out a gasp. Jotaro continued his ministrations, taking his time, rubbing along your clit to dropping down and lightly pushing into your hole. It was too much. 

Then, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against you, lightly suckling on your clit, and thrusting his fingers inside you. You moaned loudly, your legs clenching hard around his shoulders. God, it felt so much better when he did it, for sure.

He continued his rhythm, adding a third finger, and lapping at your fluids. It wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm approaching, Jotaro’s name on your lips. “Fuck- I’m gonna-” 

He stopped then and there, pulling his fingers out, and standing up. You looked up at him in confusion, before he popped his wet fingers in his mouth. That sight set your skin on fire, and another round of wetness soak your inner thighs. He smiled around his fingers, before removing them and leaning over you. 

Your legs went up to hook around his waist, and he pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. “Just as good as I remember.” He kissed you again, messier this time, tongues dancing against each other. You felt one of his hands go down to his pants, unzipping them, and pulling them off. 

He leaned away from you, stripping his boxers off as well. Jotaro grabbed your hips gently, lining himself up. “Are you ready?” 

You couldn’t nod faster. 

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size again. It had been so long since you felt him, but the stretch was wonderful. He filled you up just right, hitting all the right spots along the way. 

Once he was fully inside you, he stayed there for a minute, pressing kisses along your neck and chest, telling you how good you felt. It sent shivers down your spine, and warm radiated from your face. He was too good to you. 

“Jotaro, move-” Without hesitation, he pulled out, and thrusted back in. It was slow, loving, and you were in heaven. He continued this pace, pressing more kisses over your body, mumbling compliments as he panted against you. 

“You feel so good, god, I missed you so much.” 

That statement alone almost brought tears to your eyes. Jotaro was normally so stoic, but with you, it was like a switch had flipped. You moaned and gasped, trying your hardest to meet every thrust. It just felt so good, you needed more. 

Jotaro noticed this, speeding up, thoroughly pounding into you. You cried out at the change of pace, your legs tightening around him. This was what you wanted, no, needed. He stopped kissing you, deciding to hold onto your hips, using them to pull you against each thrust.

The pleasure was amazing. You could barely let out any noise, strangled gasps was all that you could manage. The bed was creaking with your movements, slamming against the wall it was next to. It was so much, you were so full, and it felt so hot. 

Then, Jotaro hit that special spot inside you. Your vision went white, and you cried out his name. Orgasm flooded through your body, and you shook hard against his thrusts. 

He grunted, continuing to pound in your tight heat until he spilled, letting out a low groan. You both panted in unison, looking at each other with lidded eyes. Jotaro pulled out, going and grabbing you a wash cloth to clean up with. 

You sat up, feeling his seed rush down your thighs. If you weren’t already spent, that would have heated you up even more. He returned shortly, parting your legs and cleaning you up himself. 

He tossed the cloth on the floor, and looked to you again. You smiled at him, running your hands through his messy locks. Jotaro leaned into the touch, his eyes closing slightly. 

Pulling him close, you pressed another kiss to his lips, before whispering against them. 

“I love you so much, Jotaro.” 

He smiled back at you, his hands running along your sides. It might be rare for other people to see him smile like this, but not for you. 

“I love you more.” 

[linearao3]

Challenge prompt for February; Rey and Ben are texting each other filthy things to rile each other up before they get home to do said filthy things to each other

The prompt does not explicitly specify, but I have derived from, uh, context clues, that this is intended, like the last anonymous prompt, for the Rey and Ben of Kohelet 3:16, in their LA life.  And that is what I have delivered.  Doing the text formatting I did in the story proper is kind of exhausting on Tumblr, so you will have to figure out who is typing from their style.  (When I answered the prompt on Friday night, I was like, “This is probably among the dirtiest things I’ve ever written.”  But I may have topped myself?)

i miss u

Oh, you do, do you?

I’ve heard that one before.

yeah u have

so u know what i mean

You mean you miss my mouth on your cunt.

oh I miss lots of things

but yeah now that u mention it…

its a very nice mouth

Yes, well, I’m extremely busy clerking, so you’ll just have to wait.

ben. we both know how good u are @ waiting.

But we’re talking about YOU waiting.

uh huh

u kno i went to work in just a camisole today

it’s too hot out for bras

if I get too turned on someone might notice

Rey.

but ur busy clerking so i guess im just gonna have to finish out the day like this

REY I AM ACTUALLY BUSY CLERKING

but ur answering ur texts

I’m going to stop now. I’m going to put my phone in my bag on silent and read this brief.

ben if i come to ur office wd you fuck me in a bathroom?

if u came to mine we have this nice supply closet full of snacks

u cd have fruit leather AND get ur dick sucked

sounds fun right??

sounds fun to me

i love it when im sucking ur cock and u start pushing ur hips

like u cant help it

like u need it

does it feel good?

fucking my mouth like that?

i love it when u pull my hair and make me take ur cock

oh u cn def see my nips thru my shirt ben

someone’s gonna walk by and see and think code compiling makes me hot

or maybe they’ll think

oh she’s prolly texting her bf i bet he fucks her good

bet shes a dirty little slut for him

bet shes wet right now just thinking about the sounds he makes when she gets on her knees and sucks him off

shdnt a brief be short ben its called a brief

I’m not your boyfriend. And “good” doesn’t apply to what I’m going to do to you when I get home, Rey.

u kno thats how i like it

Yes; I know just how you like it.

you do. 

I would have anyway. You didn’t have to go through all this. All you have to do is ask nicely, once, when we’re both home.

i AM asking nicely.

arent i?

oh shd i say please?

Yes. You should. You have no manners.

PLEASE show me what happens to dirty little sluts with no manners

Rey.

sir.

Fuck.

You murderous little bitch, you’re going to kill me.

dont die ben

if u die i might have to fuck someone else, and they wouldn’t be as good

English lacks vocabulary to express how evil you are.

but i only want u

because ur my favorite and i love you best

You daughter of Lilith.

I’m going to make you scream.

lol guess what

What, Rey.

delays on the expo line

im still downtown

u at home yet?

I wouldn’t be texting you if I were driving.

a safe driver AND a nice cock what a husband i have

She knows Ben’s going to be waiting for her just inside the door and he is. He grabs her from behind, her keys still jingling in her hand. “You filthy little brat,” he breathes in her ear, as his right hand moves slowly over the curve of her hip and his left one draws her close. “You made me blush in front of a federal judge. I had to tell her you’d sent me a compliment.”

“I did.” She works her hips against his stiffening cock. “I sent you lots of compliments.”

“You sent me pornography.” Rey wasn’t lying about having forgone a bra. It’s hot; the AC’s on but he has his sleeves rolled up above his elbows. Both his hands come up to toy with her breasts, kneading and teasing. “You sent me a lot of texts about sucking my cock.”

“Oh,” she says. “Did those catch your interest?”

“Get on your fucking knees,” he says, but she can’t; he’s holding her too tightly against him. She tries to pull away, to show him that she can’t do what he says, but he only strengthens his grip and grinds into her.

“You like it?” he asks her. “You like sucking your husband’s cock? Like a good little slut?”

“Not good.” She turns her head, trying to kiss his jaw, his neck. “Naughty. Dirty. Bad.” She licks him, the rough, shaven skin of his neck. It makes her feel like an animal, but she doesn’t care; she can be an animal with him.

“You are bad,” he agrees, “you’re so bad you make me crazy. So bad you make me cry.” He kisses her. His lips are so soft; his tongue is so subtle. “But you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He loosens his grip and turns her in his arms so he can kiss her more thoroughly. “Show me, Rey.”

She likes to tease him, draw out playing with his belt while she smiles up at him, but he has no patience for that now; she isn’t even on the floor before he has his cock out and one hand on her head. She purses her lips at the head of his cock and takes him into her mouth slowly, stroking him lightly with her tongue. He almost staggers, his other hand grasping her shoulder to keep his balance as he buckles with pleasure.

Their apartment is small, without much empty space; it only takes a little shove from her to have him against the arm of the couch. He leans on it and looks down at her as she works at him with her hands and her mouth. He sighs brokenly before he can gather himself to whisper to her. “Yes. Fuck. Look at you.” She turns her head slightly, looks up at him. His eyes are wide, dazed, staring at her; after only a moment he groans and throws his head back, as if meeting her gaze was too much for him. His hand strokes blindly, clumsily at her hair.

His hips are beginning to make the small, pleading thrusts Rey’d texted him about. She slides her mouth off his cock and stoops a little to take one of his balls in her mouth. His hand clenches on her head and his moan is almost a sob as she sucks gently, then moves to the other with a pop of suction. His free hand clenches on the scratchy felt of the couch. She licks up a drop of pre-come, and puts his cock between her lips again. The taste of him goes so perfectly with the smell of him; she bobs her head at a leisurely, savoring pace, and reaches down to rub herself through her jeans.

He hisses at her, and drags her off him by her hair, ignoring her noises of protest. He turns her around again, unbuttoning her pants, as he pushes her against the arm of the couch. “I know how you like it.” He yanks her pants and underwear to her knees and pushes lightly on her shoulder blades; she falls eagerly. “I know just how you like it. And I am going to make you scream, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” she says into the cushions, and then his fingers are inside her, flexing, beckoning, while the tip of his thumb settles just shy of her clit, pulling at the hood without ever touching the pearl, and Rey groans and twists and kicks her legs helplessly, but his fingers are relentless and her groans become small, aching cries.

Then his other hand closes in her hair, pulling her back into an arch, and she knows what’s coming; he pulls his fingers out of her, and her body, which must have no sense of self-preservation, clenches down as he pushes his cock in. She screams around the wet fingers he thrusts into her mouth as he fucks her, bracing himself against the couch, and he does know just how she likes it; she likes it just like this, just like he gives it to her, her forearms burning where they rub against the felt, her back tight as a bow, and her hips driven into the arm of the couch as he rides her.

“Such a bad girl.” He’s so deep inside her. She ruts back against him frantically; she’s mad with pleasure; she’s an animal in his arms and he will keep her with him. “Don’t I give you what you want?”

“Yes,” she cries. Fuck – fuck – she’s so close. “I need it.”

“You do,” he agrees. “Look at you. Ah. You do.” And he fucks her even harder, until she comes, gasping and thrashing and screaming, again.

The instant she’s quieted down, he pulls out of her and drags her backwards; she isn’t sure if he wants her on her knees or on her back, and she ends up half-slumped against the couch with his left hand in her hair and his right jerking furiously at his cock.

“You wanted to see,” he grits. “Want to see what happens – to dirty little sluts – with no manners?”

“Yes,” she says, “yes, please.”

His jaw is clenched; his hand on her head is clenched. “Call me sir.”

“Please, sir,” she begs, and he drags her close and comes on her face in hot, shocking spurts, choking and groaning above her.

He sways and falls to his knees, cradling her face in his hands, with a stunned look, like he’s bewitched, like he can’t believe what he sees. Then he falls again, backwards, onto the floor, taking her with him, clutched to his chest. “Rachel,” he says, and she can feel it in her bones, the way his deep voice is torn from his chest. “Rachel.”

They lie there on the floor, still half-dressed, soaked with sweat and come, and she hears his heart, like hers, begin to slow. Around the edges of the blinds, the sun is still warm, and the AC hums from the bedroom. His fingers run through her hair, catching on tangles he’s put there himself. They will get up; he will carry her (if she lets him) into the shower, and he’ll wash her carefully, rubbing the soap in thorough, soothing circles, repeating variations on her name, Rey, Rachel, Ruchele. Shaina maidle, habibati, dodi. They will put on clothes again, and order a pizza, or he’ll run down the street to the taco truck on Venice. But for now they just lie here, and she feels him shift, and tells him what he wants to know before he can ask it.

“You are still my favorite,” she says, and kisses his hand, “and I still love you best.”