#jjba imagine

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( service top ), power bottom!dio, pegging, restraints, degradation, masturbation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eighteen [ dio brando + pegging ]

you could beg him all you wished.

you could scream and cry your please, masters until your throat was raw, and you choked on the dryness of your own mouth, but he still wouldn’t give you any pleasure. he was determined to make you suffer, and suffer you were doing, exactly.

Dio elicits a soft, throaty chuckle at your pitiful whimper, and he tilts his head to one side, peering down at you. “My, my, is my little possession feeling entitled, today?”

the visage of him hunkered down over you, knees spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, was driving you insane. your blurry eyeline trails along the slick, rubber cock that disappears as he descends upon it with a symphony of breathy grunting accompanying the action, and you’re so envious. he takes the fake phallus akin to the way that you usually take his cock, and even from your position, flat on the bed with your arms bound to together at the wrists above your head, you could see the way the pinkish ring clenched around the toy as he fucked it.

“I love that look on your face.” Dio swoons, wrapping one mighty fist around his cock and pumping in merciless, rapid-fire strokes, while his other palm rests on one knee, and he bounces up and down on the toy strapped to your groin. “That envious look. You hate to watch me have all the fun, don’t you?” your master muses, a devious grin etching his lips over sharp, pearly fangs. “What’s the matter? Do you hate me for not letting you feel good, too? Do you want to curse your master for it?”

“N-no, master…” you whine, laying your head to the side, watching him use you, before you added in a soft, pathetic tone, “I just… am begging for you to touch me, too. Or, a-at the very least, let me touch y-you—“ your eyes glue themselves to the way he jerked himself off; you could offer a much softer, warmer grasp. hell, you would even let him spit on your hands until they were dripping, that way your grasp felt more like your drooling cunt.

Dio’s brows screwed into a distasteful scowl as he huffs, and reaches out to plant his free hand on your chest, instead. the power and weight behind the movement is enough to knock the breath from your lungs, and you croak in response, eyelids fluttering. “Do you think me so weak, little fuck slave, that you could bat your eyelashes and pout, and I would give you exactly what you wanted?” he didn’t wait for an answer, sneering, he leans closer, his hips rocking back and forth as he takes to toy to its hilt, and moans in satisfaction. “You want so badly to feel pleasure, too, but your master has no use for your sloppy hole today. I want to get fucked,” his harsh words and the disregard he holds for your own ecstasy adds fuel to the wicked eroticism of this moment— of your master using you for his own gratification. “And, if I have to tie you to the bed and strap a fake cock on you in order to get what I want, I will do so. And you will thank me, once again, for the opportunity to please me; it is a privilege not many are gifted.” his abysmal, razor like fingernails scrape at your chest, dragging along one, hardened nipple, threatening to break your skin, and you shudder. “Because you, my little piece of meat, are little more than furniture to me.”

your eyes roll back at that.

why did your pussy clench when he compared you to furniture?

had Dio Brando truly broken you to the point of getting off for him, even as he demeaned you, and reduced you to nothing of worth?

you gargle a moan, your back arching as if in hopes to drive the dildo deeper into him, but his weight crashes down on you, pinning you in place. “Master!” you cry out, tears in your eyes, as your core weeps for his attention. a flick of his finger, at the very least, underneath the leather harness. “Please! I am going mad!”

“Fuckable furniture.” the rough pad of his thumb scrapes against the slit on his broad, pink tip, before he thrusts himself into his hand, gripping and moaning, swirling his hips to feel every inch of the cock jammed inside of him. Dio throws his head back with a happy grunt. “And furniture doesn’t fucking move. Furniture doesn’t beg for attention when it is owed none. Furniture is silent and subservient, dearest fucktoy.”

[dollwritesarchive]

one of my favorite headcanons for dio is that he doesn't allow his darling to wear panties. maybe even forbids it. he just loves easy access <3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, edging, fingering, little bit of degradation/humiliation because dio is and always will be a big meanie, almost blade play ( his sharp ass nails ), suggested past abuse / sexual conditioning ( from dio ), orgasm denial / control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ it’s always a good day when i get to write filth for the man, the myth, the legend: dio brando. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Do you even have the faintest clue why panties are forbidden, pet?” Dio asks, without looking up from the book resting against his crossed knees. “Page.”

with your fingers trembling, you obediently flip the page he’s done reading, shaking your head with a muffled and shy, “Nn— Nn.” with the hemming of your skirt stuffed into your mouth, you’re forced to bite down on it and keep it in place, high and out of the way of your vampire lord’s malignant digits.

the room was icy cold, but you weren’t trembling because of that. your thighs were shaking and sticky from his constant, torturously slow stroking of your sex. the length of his finger slotting between your weeping folds to probe, and you clench around air with a timid whimper. then, his thick knuckle grazed in circles, until your back arched and you tried to ride it. he would, then satisfied with your desperation to be stretched open, drag the sharpest point of his dagger-like, abysmal nail to tease your tender clit, threaten to cut into you.

your body wants to jerk back, escape his cruel taunting, but you were trained much better than that. you stood as still as you could, with your knees bent inwards against each other so that they don’t buckle, and watch his hand disappear between your legs as he tenderizes your sex, and then reappear a few moments later, sticky with your essence.

“No?” he teases, quirking a brow, but his crimson eyes stay locked on the page he’s currently reading, “Of course not. Why should you? After all, does a lapdog understand why it is that her master smacks her muzzle for yapping too loudly? Or does she simply accept that to yowl incessantly will get her popped in her pretty, little face?” there were memories behind his metaphor— the scariest moments of your time with Dio, when you disobeyed or annoyed him. you, too, had found your cheek stinging from his massive palm making contact, and had been banished from his lap to sleep on the cold, hard stone floor for your insolence.

“Page.”

you turn to the next. and you nod to show that you understand: it didn’t matter if you knew why Dio put the rules in place that he did for you, all that mattered was that you obeyed them.

“But, I will tell you.” two fingers worm their way to spread your netherlips apart, and you mewl and grip bundles of chiffon with your teeth, saliva soaking through the fabric. “I will never allow you to wear panties because of this right here. How easy it is to edge your soft, warm cunt when she’s completely exposed. Vulnerable.” when you shudder at the sordid way each syllable rolls off his sinful tongue, you catch a peek at his impish grin, before he jabs his middle finger against your entrance, with just enough force to feel your canal try to welcome the digit in, but he doesn’t slip it inside.

“L—Lord D—Dio!” you cry, the need to feel him take you all but overwhelming and you careen against his hand, hoping to coerce his fingers inside, “P—pleeeethhh…” you mumble, slurred, through your makeshift gag.

“I will have your little cunt drooling and tender for me whenever I please. Like she is right now, so hungry for cock that you can hardly stay upright. Milking air, wishing, begging for me to fuck it. You want me right now, don’t you? You want nothing more than for me to hollow you out? Break your body and your mind with my cock?”

you nod fervently, eyelids heavy with lust from his words alone, and your hips twitch and wriggle, whining for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

his eyes turn up from the page, and stare at your visage, nearly convulsing on his palm, before his tongue scrapes over a pearly fang, one signature dimple visible in the candlelight as he croons. “How much longer can you take this teasing, I wonder? Minutes? Hours?” you were shaking your head, hot tears in the corners of your eyes, but he kept going, as if he enjoyed how nervous the idea of being edged for hours made you. how frightened it made you. “Or perhaps, I leave you soiled and needy now, and play with you every day following, you’ll wake up, tied to my bed, with me between your legs, sucking on your sugary cunt— bringing you right to the very cusp of orgasm and then snatching it away from you no matter how you beg and cry for a release, until you’re so sensitive that the very sound of my voice in the dark alone forces you to cum.” your eyes roll back, defeated and moaning pathetically as he pulls his hand back from between your hips. your jaw hangs slack; the skirt of your dress sagging back into a skewed version of its place, and Dio shoves his dripping fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste just how badly you want him, pushing them deep until you gurgle and choke on them. “The possibilities to torment you are endless and exciting, my love, and that’s why you will never wear panties again. Turn the Page.”

[etherealzx]

Can I request jotaro with a s/o who wears revealing clothes

you got it anon ;)

Jotaro with an S/O that wears Revealing Clothing!

He's a little confused by his partner's choice of clothing tbh. The small garments aren't exactly practical, and they look incredibly uncomfortable to him

He'll chastise you about how you really need to wear a jacket because it's cold out.

If you ask him if he likes your outfit, he'll say some smart-ass shit like "Where's the rest of it?"

Secretly, he loves your outfits. He would never admit this to you though, which is why he pretends to not like it

You can always see his face turn pink when you wear a skintight mini-skirt or a really short pair of shorts. He tries to tilt his hat down to hide it but it doesn't work very well lol

You also catch him looking at your ass when he thinks you're not looking

He buys you things that he thinks you would like. Like if he sees a really cute mini skirt or crop top at the mall, he'll bring it home and leave it in your room for you. (He also picks out things that he wants to see you in.)

If anyone makes comments about your outfits or is checking you out, Jotaro scares them off pretty damn quick with that glare of his. The fact that he's 6'5 and super muscular also helps him to scare off anyone who looks at you the wrong way

[married-to-google-translater]

I have an interesting idea. Reader is a friend of Jonathan, Dio tries to attract Reader but Reader rejects him because Jonathan told what Dio has done to him and Erina, which makes Dio surprised to see that Reader didn't fall for his charms but this makes Dio feel more obsessed with reader.

Dio Brando

Jonathan has a friend?

Well, not long if Dio can make a difference.

Dio has a "destroy my adopted brother's relationship" speedrun going on.

And you were going to destroy it.

Okay you were friends with Erina and Jonathan.

And you had heard stories about Dio's "nice" personality.

You didn't think much of it though.

Because Dio didn't show any interest in you.

At first, Dio would focus on destroying Erina and Jonathan's friendship.

Next would be the turn of you and Jonathan's friendship.

Dio tried to approach you with charm and kindness.

But you… weren't really interested.

Dio had never seemed like someone you could get along with.

So you would avoid him.

Dio wouldn't understand that.

This will make him try to hang out with you more.

Dio wouldn't take no for an answer.

Imagine if he tried to kiss you… and you punched him in the face.

Dio really doesn't know how to handle this.

You really can't get rid of him.

Even when he becomes a vampire.

Dio's obsession would still exist.

Maybe he should get a life XD

[moonbeamwritings]

It’s rare for Jotaro to take a day off. The man works himself to the bone, be it for the Speedwagon Foundation or for the university he does research for, he’s always on the move, always doing something. So you’re surprised when, once you will yourself out of bed hours after Jotaro should have already been at work, you walk into the living room to find him on the couch, still in his pajamas.

“Honey?”

“Morning.”

You round the couch to stand next to him, and your mouth morphs into a frown. The tip of his nose is red, his are lips dry, and the space beneath his eyes is purple with a lack of sleep. He even has his glasses perched on his nose, a rare sight when he’s at home. Pushing the dark waves from his forehead, you find it’s hot to the touch and the skin there is damp with sweat. “Baby,” you coo, “why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“’s not a big deal.” With his stuffed nose, it sounds like he’s balancing marbles in his mouth, cute, rounded sounds softening his usually harsh tone. 

“Not a big deal? Jotaro, you never miss work.”

He sniffles. “’m fine.”

You ignore him, moving into the kitchen to get the kettle going and to pull a mug from the cabinet. Jotaro follows close behind, lingering in the doorway like a shadow, watching your every move. When you turn, you finally get a good look at him. Jotaro never got sick, and he never stayed in comfy clothes for too long, always getting up early to get ready and only changing into pajamas right before bed; so seeing him now just makes you want to swaddle him. His sweatpants are slung low and lazy on his hips like he’d pulled them on in a rush. A well-worn gray hoodie disguises his giant form, muscles hidden beneath the oversized fabric. And as you drag your eyes down, you notice the sleeves have crept down and over his hands. Cute.

You click your tongue when your gaze meets his, and with diligent hands you pull his hood up and tug a bit on the drawstrings, watching as it just barely squishes his face. You pinch the warm apple of his cheek for good measure. “Go rest. I’ll make you some tea, okay?”

Jotaro takes a long, lingering look at you before he finally sighs, eyes rolling. “But, I don’t need-”

I don’t need your help. I don’t need all this fuss. You don’t even allow him to finish the thought before you’re gripping his shoulders and spinning him around, pushing him out of the kitchen. “Go.”

If he really wanted to, Jotaro could easily fight back, could throw his weight or his height around to stand firm and watch you prep his tea. Instead, he shuffles over to the couch and sprawls out, legs spreading to take up the entire length of it. You prop him up with some pillows for good measure before leaving him with the TV on.

The kettle whistles before you know it, and with a little glob of honey, you’re dropping the warm mug in his open palm. He blinks up at you languidly, fighting off sleep right before your eyes. “Thank you.”

“Need anything else?”

Jotaro hesitates for a moment, taking a sip of tea. His cheeks turn pink, but you don’t think it’s from the illness. “Will you sit with me?”

You take in the scene — Jotaro’s giant legs taking up the whole couch, mug in hand. And, as if sensing your hesitation, he widens his legs a bit and pats the space between them. It’s astounding, really, how someone like him can even fit on the couch in the first place. Shrugging, and risking getting sick to satisfy the one time Jotaro asks you for something, you crawl between his legs and cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and squishing your cheek against his chest. The hand not holding the mug comes to rest on the back of your head, keeping you close.

“I’m making your mom’s soup for lunch, and don’t you even think about stopping me.” You nuzzle a little closer, offering his midsection a gentle squeeze.

“Mhm,” you watch his mug come into view as he places it on the table, Jotaro’s other hand moving to rest on your back. “’kay.”

The sounds of shitty daytime TV are punctuated by quiet sniffles and mumbled conversations as you and Jotaro rest on the couch, wasting the morning away together. It doesn’t take long for your weight on his chest to lull Jotaro to sleep, body going slack and heartbeat evening out beneath you. And although Jotaro isn’t feeling well, you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest at the idea of being able to take care of him for once. He deserves it, you think as soft snores rumble through his chest. He deserves to be babied.

[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.

[robinofinashiro]

prompt: “you want me to show them who you belong to, don't you? put you in your place?"

characters/fandom: johnny joestar x reader

request status/note: sorry im having a SUPER hyperfixation over my cowboy husband

pronouns used: she/her and afab!

you were standing by your horse, ready to come out with your horse to the music that was playing. you were sporting your most iconic outfit, one that many knew about.

you were a pretty well known jockey, especially around the Kentucky area. you had your start right alongside with Johnny Joestar. Kentucky's best jockey really up until his accident. you took a lot of your inspiration from the blond haired boy and although he never knew about it, it wasn't really a secret to those around you.

being a jockey, that also meant that you had to participate in showcases. those were generally saved for when a big race was coming up and the one on the table was the Kentucky Derby. the big one as everyone called it.

you were in the running to the winner for the women's race and you felt on top of the world as everyone chattering around you was just as excited as you were about it.

"from her home state of ( insert here)," you didn't wait for your name to be called as you instantly kicked your horse off and ran around the track, smiling to the crowd as you waved your baby blue hat to them.

with being a horse prodigy and a current jockey, you knew it wasn't very hard to be able to do tricks with your horse. making sure that you consulted all of your friends and trainers to make sure that the horse wasn't getting hurt in the process, you managed to slightly stand up on her, blowing kisses to the crowd again.

not too far away from where you standing now with your horse was Gyro and Johnny. Gyro couldn't help but chuckle at how confident you were with the crowd. he knew how you really were. you weren't as confident or outgoing in person as you were in front of the crowd.

you were a shy one. someone who tended to keep to herself unless your were spoken too. Gyro being a 3x time Kentucky Derby winner and in the jockey game a lot longer than you were, he heard the real whispers around your name. you were smitten with his best friend.

Johnny Joestar. the star of the Joestar family was itching to get back on the race track.

it didn't help that Johnny was also just as attracted to you but the two of you hardly ever chatted with each other. it was like a game of cat and mouse but neither of you wanted to take the bait.

as you put your horse back to her stable to eat and get well rested after the showcase, you went to the bathroom to reapply makeup and freshen up. you knew that as soon as you stepped back out, you'd have to do a plethora of interviews.

you fixed the baby blue next scarf and dusted off your newly put on skirt. you were also sporting a vest with nothing underneath it. you generally liked to keep your image clean for any younger fans but you figured with the world practically praising you, you could get away with a little bit of skimpiness.

as soon as you stepped out onto the scene, a few reporters went towards you asking for an interview. you agreed to a few, wanting to just get over with it and make your way to the saloon not too far from the race track.

every now and again you noticed Gyro staring at you. you wanted to know what he wanted but with Johnny standing right next to him, you felt a bit intimidated.

once you finished your interviews, you were grabbing your chapstick from the inside of your boot and applying it when Gyro walked over. you gave him a knowing look, wondering what bullshit he was about to tell you. that was the only perk of being friends with Gyro was that the two of you treated each other like siblings.

"yes, what do you need Zeppeli," you asked, standing against a wooden pole. he chuckled, "the baby blue and subtle stars on your boots? you're not fooling anyone darling. it has Johnny written all over it." you laughed, rolling your eyes, "I didn't know Johnny owned baby blue and stars."

Gyro shook his head in annoyance.

"its just funny that the two things that the Joestar boy is famous for is exactly what you're wearing," you wanted to fight back but you knew there was no chance when Gyro had caught you, "I just thought that the outfit was cute and my designer agreed."

Gyro agreed, "oh believe me, you are a cute little thing and if it wasn't for Johnny, I'd totally go after you but there's a reason why he's glaring down at me right now," you slightly turned yourself around to see Johnny tapping his crutches with annoyance.

the skirt that reached up to your mid thigh was blowing against the wind as you started to feel the chills that the Kentucky night was bringing.

"i'm going to be at Shooters tonight with the rest of these fuckers. you and Johnny should come along," you said as you walked off

Gyro hummed in amusement as he watched you kick the dirt and go towards the hundred year old saloon that became infamous for horse jockeys. he knew Johnny was going to be there regardless but maybe a little bit of alcohol would help the two of you loosen up.

as soon as they arrive, they spotted you with your close friends, sitting as a booth with mugs of beer. you were still wearing your outfit from earlier but now it looked like you rode up the skirt a bit more and opened a few buttons from your vest.

Johnny and Gyro stayed towards the bar, talking amongst the friends that they had there when they noticed you were already on the dance floor, dancing with a friend of yours.

"Johnny, look," he whispered as he gave his friend a nudge. Johnny looked up and as soon as his eyes landed on yours. you were using your hat as a fan as you tried to make yourself look as sober as possible.

the three of you were now several mugs of beer into the night and you were more open to talking to whoever was around you. Gyro made his way to a girl that was dancing with you as he flashed her his grills and grabbed her hand. she instantly acknowledged what he was insinuating and started dancing against him.

you were moving to the music, minding your own, when you felt someone behind you. not giving a care in the world, you started dancing against them, smiling to the music.

Gyro shot Johnny a look of acknowledgement as he knew that if neither of you were sober, this would not be the situation that would be playing out.

as you turned around to drink some more of your beer, you noticed those bright eyes that belonged to none other than Johnny himself. your eyes widened as you instantly tried to remember when he appeared behind you but you had been dancing long enough that you just figured you were dancing with different people.

just as the song changed, the small bit of confidence you had left, you managed to sit Johnny down on a chair and started dancing on top of him. your closest friend, Abby, and Gyro, stared at each other as they realized what was going on.

Johnny was lax against the chair, sipping on his beer as your legs were wrapped around his waist lazily, "don't think you'll mind if i steal this from you?" you asked lazily as you grabbed his beanie from his head, tossing your own hat in the sea of people. he chuckled as he watched you fix his hat on your head.

"not at all," he chuckled against your neck, "it's like you want me to show them who you belong to, don't you? put you in your place?" Johnny hadn't had this kind of confidence in what felt like years. before his accident, during his days as that cocky jockey from the famous Joestar family, he would've said it like it was nothing but now? it was even surprising to him.

"maybe I do. maybe that's the whole reason why I'm here dressed in a very Johnny Joestar outfit," you murmured back, your lips now against his, "ever think that's why I showed up like this today?" Johnny's hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly.

"maybe I'll give everyone a show, just to showcase that you really are mine," he replied as stood up and balanced himself against his crutches and pointing out that now very large hickey on your neck. you rolled your eyes as you realized that the hickey he left you was nothing compared to how you left his lips. battered and bruised for the lack of a better word.

"i think you're on the right track, ( your name ), i think it's time we do show everyone that you were always mine."

and that Johnny did. the following morning, you had woken up to being tangled in Johnny's arms as Gyro and Abby were sending you the newlines that you were "befriending" Johnny Joestar at the famous jockey salooon.

you knew that befriending was far from the truth as the marks on both of your bodies told a completely different story and it didn't take an idiot to see that as the next race you were competing in, you were wearing Johnny's most famous beanie and the lipstick he always adorned.

[pavstars]

jotaro x reader (ft. itty bitty jolyne)

[ crossposted on ao3 @ sinnerspades ]

author’s note: pav strikes again! hopefully jotaro isn’t too ooc, it’s weird writing him so soft but auggghhh papa jotaro.... my heart...give me summer now!!!! 

-

    Thinking about summers with Jotaro and your sweet Jolyne, still only a toddler. The sun takes forever to set in the sky, and you sit on the floor of your living room with the fan running on high, staring at car headlights passing by through the screen door. Jolyne sits in your lap while you sit on the carpet, leaning your back against the couch while she flips through a tiny book about sea creatures. Is she actually reading it or is she just entranced by the colorful fishies? 

    She closes the book with a smack and grins up at you with her rosy cheeks, she looks just like her dad you think. “All done!” She exclaims proudly. You grin right back at her and ruffle her dark wavy hair. 

      “Good job, bug! Your papa is almost done with work- I promise. And then we can go catch fireflies.”

    It looks as if she’s in deep thought, and then suddenly she furrows her brows in a look of utmost importance, her little green eyes meet your own. “You promise?”

      You're taken aback by how serious she looks. She probably got that from her dad too.       “Of course I do, let’s just hope your papa keeps his promise as well.”

“Pinky swear it!” She exclaims, holding out her tiny hand to your own. You giggle and lock your much bigger finger with her own, shaking it firmly like a handshake.

    “I completely pinky swear with everything in me Jojo!” You nod and she seems satisfied enough, unlocking your fingers and standing up off of your lap. You dust her little yellow overalls off and follow in her steps to stand up, turning with a grin when you hear the telltale sound of your husband’s office door opening.

    “Papa!” Jolyne shrieks and runs down the hall, crashing into his leg and wrapping her arms around it with a “squeeeeeeeeeee”

      The corners of his lips lift up in a small, fond smile and he picks her up in his big arms, walking over to where you were still standing at the couch by the door. Jolyne is too busy wrapping her arms around her father’s neck and giggling to care that he leans down to let you kiss his cheek.

      “Good grief you’re a handful Jojo…” He shakes his head and she just giggles harder as he nudges the screen door open with his foot to take her into the front yard. You follow close behind and seat yourself on the front porch steps, as does he after putting the kid down to let her run about in the yard chasing the little bugs lighting up the night sky.

    Jolyne is eagerly starts running circles around the grass with her wide eyes staring up at the sky, her stout arms are stretched up and she tries to cup the bugs in her little hands with a look of determination knitting in her brows.

      Jotaro nudges your shoulder with his own (much larger one) and you sigh happily, leaning your head onto him. After dinner he had gone straight to his office much to your dismay. But you understood, he was a busy guy and his deadlines weren’t exactly forgiving. You’d take what you could get.

      “Hi.” You look him in the eyes and the fondness on your face is so strong that you can see his cheeks flush slightly, whether that was from bashfulness or just his discomfort making eye contact- either way you found it endearing.

    “Hey.” He responds back, breaking his cerulean gaze away from you to look at his daughter causing mischief by the sidewalk.

      “You don’t have to make eye contact with me, you know.” You smush your cheek against his shoulder.

“We are literally married.”

    “Well duh, but I know it makes you a little uncomfortable.” You shrug. 

    Truly you didn’t mind it at all. It was a nice surprise whenever he tried to, but you really didn’t expect anything. You knew his little quirks- you had to have after dating him for so long and being friends with him for even longer. If he had trouble keeping eye contact it wasn’t any biggie, he was loving in other ways, and besides it made it more intimate when he actually did decide to meet your eyes.

    “You’re just pretty.” He chuckles and now it’s your turn to flush red. You two had been married for god knows how long, even had a little ruckus of a child together, but he still gave you nervous butterflies in his weird stoic Jotaro way. “I like to look at you,” he continued.

    “-but you don’t like getting caught?” You mused, finishing his sentence.

“Don’t finish my sentences.” he playfully shoves you from his shoulder and you yelp, shoving him back, ruining the rare moment.

    “But I know you sooooo well!” You try to grab at his sides in retaliation.

“Mama and Papa are fighting!” Jolyne exclaims, running from her perch in the grass to tackle Jotaro. It’s a valiant effort but he’s built like a brick shithouse and there’s no way she’d ever be able to knock him over- or at least that’s what you think until he lets her win, falling back onto the porch with a big huff of air leaving his lungs. Your little girl sits on his chest and lightly pounds her fists on him, letting out the cutest little oras you had ever heard. Dear lord, you thought. Not another one.

    She keeps up her effort until finally growing tired and plopping down on top of him with her face smushed into his stomach. “Papa is too strong…”

      “We weren’t actually fighting, hun.” You giggle and run your fingers through her dark curls.

“Mmhm,” Jotaro agrees and brings his hand up to replace yours, twirling one of her curls around his big finger. “Because if we were I would’ve won.”

      Your jaw drops and you slap him lightheartedly. “You would not have you ass! Oops- I mean you jerk!” Your hand slaps over your mouth and you can see your husband’s chest shaking in silent laughter. 

Maybe a long long time ago you would’ve actually fought: memories long passed of working for Dio under the control of a fleshbud in exchange for something, anything, not unsimilar to how he’d met Kakyoin and Polnareff as well. It had been a long time since either of you had thought of your trip to Egypt, but that wasn’t to say you had forgotten about the memories made and the lives lost along the way. He still kept that framed picture by his desk in the office, and you had the same one as well hanging up just outside the bedroom door in a cherished frame.

    Jolyne doesn’t seem to care about the slip up, (you wouldn’t be surprised if she eventually formed a colorful vocabulary living with you and her father), but after regaining her energy she’s crawling off of her dad to let him sit up and begging you to turn the sprinkler on so she can run around. It’s so hot out and she’s just too damn sweet that you can’t say no.

      The next half an hour is spent watching her sprint around the dry grass with muddy feet through her jelly sandals, cheering and dragging you into the spray of the cold water, fireflies long forgotten. You’re glad she chose something to tire herself out with because after her bubble bath you get to tuck her into bed and she goes right to sleep without a fuss.

      For the rest of the night you finally get to take a cold shower to beat the heat, sneak ice cream and eat it on the couch with Jotaro (glad Jolyne hadn't caught you in fear of sticky kid fingers and another bath ) and eventually you're able to slip into bed and wrap your arms around his familiar frame, feeling cozy and content with your little family. -That is until you wake up in the middle of the night sweating to death and wanting nothing more than to be apart from each other in the swampy Florida humidity.

[kazenomegaminowanpisu]

JJBA boys reacting to their s/o wearing their clothes while looking in the mirror

Warning: Slight fluff, SFW, Wearing their clothes, JJBA boys reaction

Feat:Jotaro, Josuke, Okuyasu, Kakyoin, Polnareff

Jotaro

—when he saw you wearing his clothes, giggling like a maniac, while looking yourself at the mirror.

—He will knock at the door, "that's why I can't find my uniform" you turned around nervously.

—He grabbed your waist and hug you tight, "my clothes Look good on you shorty" blush

Josuke

—He will silently enter the room.

—will watch you untill you noticed him.

—"don't mind me love, keep going" you told him that you just wanted to wear it.

—Josuke held your hand and kissed your knuckles, "Well it looks good you" you got a small blush.

—Josuke hug you tight and start showering you with kisses.

Okuyasu

—Will find it adorable.

—"Oh my god your so beautiful!!!" Will take the camera and start taking pictures of you.

—He will start praising your beauty, "Oh my god dear your so gorgeous" but it's ok cause his attention was Only yours.

Kakyoin

—He will be flattered.

—He will silently watched you at the door.

—It made you more adorable when you do some of his pose. "hiyah!" You start pinching the wind.

—Kakyoin start laughing at you, "You look good on it" he approached you and picked you up, "Oh my little sweet cherry"

—Kakyoin start kissing your face.

Polnareff

—polnareff Will be.......

—"oh are you a goddess?!!!" he will start praising your beauty.

—Start taking pictures of you. "oh god, I can't believe I have a woman like you!"

—After that he'll pick you up and start spinning around as if your were a kid Wearing the cutest dress ever.

—But it was adorable. Seeing Polnareff like that made your heart happy.

[thejojosanctuary]

Hello there! Could I please request Jotaro, Kakyoin, and Caesar riding a large rollercoaster with an s/o? Like maybe cute little details, such as their reaction when s/o grabs onto them, whether or not they get scared/dizzy on rollercoasters, or how loud (if at all) they scream. I just discovered your page btw, and I love it so much! Thank you for all the hard work you've done, I really appreciate it! >w

Oh I am so in love with this idea! Got to go to a amusement park recently so all I could think about was this one horse rollercoaster-ish ride they had while I was writing this lmao.

I hope you like this hun thank you so much for the support and kind words they make my day!

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Jotaro

♡A roller coaster is a customary stop for any faire/amusement park trip, or at least, that’s what you tell him in order to convince Jotaro to get in line for the damn thing in the first place. He isn’t opposed to getting on the ride, but chances are the two of you have stopped at other places before this point making the rounds. Jotaro makes it a point to  stop at the games stalls dotted around the place, if only because he enjoys watching the flabbergasted looks on the staff as he plows through the rigged games and gets to walk away with the prizes. At least he shares the spoils with you, so you’re more than happy to go along with him.

♡Safe to say you’ve both got your fair share of stuff by the time you make it around to trying out the rollercoaster, and the poor ride attendant is left surrounded by a tiny mountain of stuffed toys and carnival goodies left for safe keeping as you take your seats on the ride and get settled in. It’s going to be a snug fit regardless of the ride because he is built like a brick house and most seater rides are notoriously small, but at least you won’t have to worry about lifting up out of your seat when you’re bundled into the space next to him and the safety bars are dropped down ready to go.

♡With a lurch the ride starts up, and if you cast a cautionary look over to your partner you may be a little disappointed to find that he’s stone faced the whole time, even as the ride starts to track up the steep incline and you have to tilt your head back just to avoid the familiar rush that makes your head spin a bit before it’s even got to the top. There’s a brief moment when the ride stops before the first drop, where the temperature drop nips at your nose as you take in the sight of the amusement park spanning before your eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Jotaro’s hands moving to hold onto the bars, but you don’t have time to crack a joke about being scared of heights before the brakes release and just like that the ride’s in motion again. 

♡The wind whips at your face, and more than a few of the sharp turns have you slamming a hip or elbow into your partner’s side; so at one point you figure that it’s safer to just cling to him and spare his ribs any further bruising. He’s a great buffer against any kind of potential whiplash, so you’re able to crack open your eyes and enjoy the thrill of the world spiraling around as the ride twists and turns.

♡Doesn’t scream, but he’s got a white knuckled grip on the safety bars the whole time that the ride’s going. Eventually the ride comes to its final drop, tapering off into the final waves of tracks before chugging to a halt back at the starting line. You’re a little frazzled and dizzy from the loops and drops so you don’t think to let go of Jotaro’s arm even as you make a move to exit the ride. He lets you use his arm as a support, bringing a hand to rest on your shoulder to help steer you towards the exit; or maybe it's to steer you away from looking back at the ride, where the handle bars have little indents left behind from how hard he was holding on the entire time.

♡At the photo stand it’s impossible not to hear other people at the stand making marveling comments about the guy who was ‘able to keep his hat on the entire time’, wondering how it didn’t fly off even upside down. Of course none of them can see the semi-translucent purple hand barely peeking out from behind said hat, keeping it firmly pinned to the wearer's head. The knowing grin you flash at him once you spot the photo immediately has your arm support privileges revoked, and you have to wrestle with him and the booth counter just to get the clerk to actually print you a copy of the thing - a memento you should definitely send to Holly once you’re back home.

Kakyoin

♡ Kakyoin is the only one out of these three smart enough to buy a fast pass for all of the rides if the amusement park offers them. He is way too excited about going out with you and getting the chance to go to the park to not have planned the whole thing out in advance. He wants to make the most of the time the two of you have there, so being able to jump the queue was a must when getting the tickets to get in.

♡ Similarly to Jotaro, Kakyoin would have a lot of fun going around with you at the other attractions before finally rounding back towards the rollercoaster. The arcade didn’t know what hit it until the pair of you were walking out of there with enough spoils of war to leave the prize counter looking barren - and don’t even get me started on those claw machines, they never stood a chance. 

♡ It just so happens that your route around the park eventually leads you to the biggest rollercoaster the park has to offer, and you can see the gears turning in his head thinking how he’s going to convince you to get on there with him. Thankfully it doesn’t take much - the promise of getting to pick the next ride and the custody of one of his bigger wins from the arcade being enough to win you over. Of course you’d have done it even without the bribe, but keep that little bit to yourself as you amble over to where the line signals the entrance of the ride. 

♡ Kakyoin is at least polite enough to actually ask the ride operator if you can leave your things with them for safekeeping rather than just dumping them on the floor for them to deal with. You’d like to think that nets you some brownie points with the staff since you somehow manage to be the first ones on to pick whichever spot the two of you want to take. Before the ride even starts Kakyoin’s nudging at your hand with his, and when you cave and intertwine your fingers he straightens up a little more in his seat. 

♡ He’ll make idle conversation the whole way up the first incline, if only to kill the time between then and the actual drop. Asking you what ride you want to go on after this one; if there’s any places you wanted to go or things you wanted to try that you haven’t done yet. He goes quiet once the ride comes to a momentary halt at the top, only a few brief seconds before the drop you both know is going to come.

♡ It’s cute seeing how he looks over the park from such a high vantage point as though trying to commit it to memory, and you make a mental note to try the ferris wheel before you have to leave so he can enjoy the sight properly. But of course the moment ends the moment the ride crests over the incline and shoots straight down into a drop that feels like it's shot your stomach into your ribs. That sweet hand holding earlier is dropped for the death grip the pair of you have on each other's arms on the way down, and though you’re both screaming along with the other ride-goers it's lost to the wind that leaves your ears ringing from the sudden acceleration.

♡ His head is definitely spinning by the time it comes to a stop, though you aren’t faring too much better as you try to amble your way out of the cart and end up grabbing onto each other for support in trying not to go flying down the ramp exit. There’s a good few moments where the pair of you have to just find the nearest stable surface to lean against and spend a good few minutes clutching your knees trying to get back your bearings. And even then you’re both still grinning as Kak looks up at you, face still a bit flushed from the adrenaline of the ride and pulse beating in his ears but still looking like he’d had the time of his life.

♡ You make a stop by the photo stand hoping to get one of the rides - maybe a cute picture of you clutching onto one another on the way down. And it would have been exactly that, had it not been for that one curl of hair that ends up covering damn near half of his face in the photo. You end up getting it anyway, much to his chagrin, and though you make promises to go on it again later Kakyoin’s trying to subtly bribe you into giving up the photo with promises to get a better one next time.

Caesar

♡ Caesar admittedly wanted to start with something small when you first arrived at the amusement park to get geared up for the excitement. Maybe a chair swing ride or a scrambler, or even some overpriced but tasty park food to give you energy for all of the rides you’ll inevitably want to get in line for. Those ideas all but immediately go out of the window once you cast your eyes on the looming metal amusement ride that takes up the space far above your heads, tracks twisting this way and that way damn near spanning the length of half of the park. 

♡ He’s very glad for not going on that aforementioned food trip as he knows from the second you spotted the entrance to the rollercoaster ride that you’ve set your heart on trying it first, and he allows himself to be pulled along as you take his hand into your own and make a direct path for the queue to get in line. There’s no way he can say no to you when you ask him if he’ll get on the ride with you, and whilst you’re in line Caesar makes a show of reassuring you not to be scared about the ride. He promised to make sure that you have the most fun the whole time when he first took you out - he won’t let a little height scare you away from doing something you’d enjoy (a remark that comes to bite him back later).

♡ The wait is short and it isn’t long before the line has whittled down till it’s your turn. Caesar is eager to fill in the silence that’s left between getting into the cart and once it actually starts, teasing you about your first choice in ride being such a bold, adrenaline rush of a decision. He’s quickly sated when you tell him that you’ll be sure to let him pick the next one, and he’s already listing off some particularly calmer paced choices - the Ferris wheel, tunnel of love, the house of mirrors etc.

♡ Despite how he said he wouldn’t let you get scared, Caesar’s leg is rocking the entire way up the first incline. You have to gently coax him to tone it down since all it’s doing is making the cart rock even more, but he’s not one for sitting still. Holding his hand on the way up seems to ease some of it, and Caesar rubs his thumb over the top of your hand as a silent appreciation for the gesture.

♡ This man has proved that he’s got some pipes on him and this ride just proves it. He jokes all the time that Joseph’s such a loud mouth but you can’t help but feel like Caesar gives him a run for his money at some of the notes the Italian hits on the way down. That hold on your hand is notably tighter whenever a big twist or loop comes up. You’re just as loud, shouting and screaming as the wind whips up around the ride and your stomach feels like it’s dropping alongside every dip, leaning into Caesar’s side. He returns the gesture in kind, pressing up close against you till your shoulders are squished together and your hip’s digging into his in a way that can’t be comfortably but is easily forgotten in the rush.

♡ Caesar’s not immune to the dizziness of coming off of the ride, and while the hand he offers to help you out of your seat is a little shaky, the gesture is genuinely sweet nonetheless. His hair’s mussed and windswept from the ride, to be neatened up with run through fingers later in the absence of any kind of brush, and you’re sure that you’re just as unkempt when Caesar takes a moment to ease some of your hair back into place asking if you enjoyed yourself.

♡ Caesar's headband is lost at some point on the ride. Neither of you knows when, or where it’s gone, but safe to say it’s chalked up to a loss when a cursory look over the ride and the stand leaves you with no leads. You don’t leave the ride empty handed however, as unlike the others Caesar will gladly buy the coaster picks from the stand despite how funny he looks in the shot; a welcome memento for the beginning of your trip in the park (and the only pic of the coaster unless you can somehow convince him to get on again with you in the future.)

[gay-dorito-dust]

How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.

[dollwrites]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dark fic, noncon, fear kink, graphic depictions of death and gore, chasing, manhandling, threats against reader, degradation, virgin!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), size kink, blackout mention, Dio is very mean, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ sugar on my tongue by the talking heads

you could hear his laugh— evil and taunting— booming through the abysmal corridor behind you, and the hissing and snarling of his undead army that was also in hot pursuit. “Where are you running off to, hmm?” he calls, and the baritone surrounds you. he’s not everywhere, you try to tell yourself, it’s just the echoes. “I won’t let you leave the castle grounds. However, by all means, go on and try, get your sweet blood pumping!” another morbid laugh like distant thunder, and you take the first new hallway that opens up to the left. “I can smell it from here, that lovely smell will lead me straight to you.”

you’d made a mistake coming here so late at night, with a boy you hardly even knew. you’d kissed him, and let him loosen your corset, even though you felt uneasy. even though you’d never kissed a boy before. even though the whole night felt wrong. then, the laughter started. from somewhere deep in the blackest shadows, a predator stalked, watched, and found amusement in your innocent fumbling and uncertainty, and stepped into the light. he named himself Dio right before he ripped the boy in half right in front of you. some of his blood was still seeping into the cotton of your dress. what he hadn’t seen, however, was the jagged stone you’d hidden underneath your skirt, clutching it tight in the palm of your fragile hand. so, whenever he scooped you into his arms, and leaned in to taunt you, or perhaps even kiss you, you’d swung the rock as hard as you could, making direct contact with his sculpted cheekbone, breaking the skin. it wasn’t much, but it was enough for his grip to loosen enough so that you could slip through his arms and run.

you were panting, your lungs burning in your chest, your eyes puffy and sore from crying. but one glance over your shoulder yielded the confirmation; the reason you couldn’t stop— hundreds of ghouls had crammed themselves into the hallway, some staggering after you, others chasing you on all fours. you turn your eyes forward again, ignoring the hem of your skirt that catches on a dilapidated and unrecognizable statue, ripping a slit all the way up to your thigh, and both hands hit a sturdy door when you hit the dead end of the corridor, slamming yourself into it with a pathetic huff. luckily, the door, like the rest of the manor, is old and crumbling, and it whines as it flies open and you stumble over the threshold, only to let out a blood curdling scream.

inches from your feet is a pile of innards, and what could’ve been a corpse at one time, but has since been devoured, piece by piece, by the monsters squatting down over it. they both look up and growl, clumps of half-eaten human flying from their bloodied mouths as you stumble back. you wanted to collapse, but didn’t have the time.

countless pairs of gruesome hands snatched at you, dragging you into a horde of them. you wailed and fought against them, half expecting to be shredded, too. you weren’t, however you could hear — and feel — your dress tearing as they snatched at you. your neckline ripped, one sleeve hanging loosely against your arm and the other chunk of fabric lost in the sea of rotting bodies as they tossed you back and forth. your throat is hoarse from screaming when you’re finally spit out the opposite end of the crowd, and flung right into Dio’s arms, which welcome you with a tight grip on one wrist and the other palm splayed over your midriff, pulling your back to his solid frame. “No!” you cry out, but he’s already twisting your wrist.

“Now, now,” he croons against your neck, wringing your wrist until the blood-stained stone falls from your grip and clatters against the floor, “listen to that heart thumping.” you felt sick to your stomach when you realized he could hear it. “Fragile, little thing is about to beat right out of your chest.” you squirm, trying desperately to pull away from him, but his lips have sought out the cuts on your palm, turning it over to expose them to his mouth. first, they graze over the wounds, and you wince. “You’re about as nervous and dangerous as a newborn kitten.” his tongue slithers out to prod at the scratches, urging more blood to the surface, and he smirks as he tastes it. his lips then travel, parted and dragging over your skin, up your arm, ignoring the sleeve that hangs in tatters, and he presses you back into him tighter when he reaches your throat. “So soft— I could rip your jugular out with one bite.”

“P—please—“ you rasp, the tips of his fangs tingling against your hypersensitive flesh.

“Such a meek, little plea,” he teases, the expanse of his massive hand careening upwards over your breast to rest against your heartbeat, his digit tips just barely touching your chin, “what are you begging for, kitten?” he allows their sharpness to scrape, and you whimper, melting against him and hoping to become so small he couldn’t reach you. it was impossible, as his face was buried in your neck already, but you tried nonetheless.

“I—I don’t want to die…”

he laughs at this, as does his minions, and you feel a burning humiliation creep upon your cheeks. “No? Are you afraid of dying?” he asks, feigning sympathy, and his fingers take hold of your face. he angles it towards him, and your tear-filled gems look up at his stone-cold countenance. you nod, the scratch on his cheek was healing as you watched, and your mountainous captor stared down at you. the crown of your head is pressed against his chest; you were just so damn small compared to him. “Are you afraid of me?” another nod, and his crimson eyes flicker over your petrified expression. you couldn’t catch your breath— your lips parted and hot puffs of air wheezing out, your chest rising and falling beneath the stretched fabric of what was left of your neckline. you avoided looking into his eyes, but you could tell he was drinking in every inch of you. “Smart decision for a very stupid girl.” he replies, dipping his head towards you. you start to pull away, recoil, but his grip on your cheeks hold you in place. that devious tongue of his skirts along his lower lip, tasting your broken breath as it lands on his tiers. then, his carmine eyes flicker up to yours, and his smile widens, “Tell me that you fear me.”

you couldn’t even think— you were staring, wide eyed and horrified into two, piercing rubies. he wanted to hear how scared you were, he wanted you to say it out loud, but there was a lump so big and dry in your throat that you didn’t think you could force the words past it.

“Come now, don’t keep me waiting.”

you gasp when he squeezes your cheeks together hard, forcing your lower lip to poke out in a childish pout, and you acquiesce to his will. “I’m afraid,” you whisper, each syllable hard pressed to slip into the air, “I’m— I’m afraid of you—“

Dio chortles, closing what was left of a gap between he and you, and his tongue ran along the shape of your lips. you flinch, and seal them tight, but he’d already gotten his taste. “Mm…” he moans, more to himself, and runs his tastebuds over his own mouth, and then flicks at his fangs. “I do love the taste of fear on those pretty lips, like sugar…” he croons and places a sloppy kiss on your mouth. regardless of how you wanted to reject it, he forces your lips to fit against his with a hard push, opening them wide so that he may shove his tongue inside. you squeal in protest against his mouth, wriggling and desperate to get free, but his strength too greatly outweighed your own. your own tongue bunches up in resistance, trying to push his out of your mouth, but you start to gag on it. you considered biting down on his, biting it off even, but ultimately decided against it.

you were in no position to fight back anymore.

when he’s drank his fill of your kiss, he pulls back, the lips that have battered your own dripping and shiny with your saliva and stretched over deadly fangs, and you pant, twisting in his grip. he watches you for a moment, amused. “I would wager you taste just as sweet everywhere, don’t you?” you shook your head, cheeks on fire and eyes closed tightly, pulling in the opposite direction, but his hand drops, grabbing the neckline of your dress in a powerful fist and tearing it with a swift yank. the force is enough to arch your back, the fabric screaming, and then your breasts are bare and exposed, rising with heavy, nervous breaths.

there’s a whooping from the horde of undead as they crowd closer around, licking and biting at the air as if they can taste your fear in it, and you recoil away from them, pushing you deeper into Dio’s wicked embrace, which wasn’t ideal, either.

“Look at this,” he purrs, sharp nails dragging over your otherwise unmarked skin. they trace his name, slowly, as he takes in your visage, “skin so fresh and supple.” his eyes twinkle, pure malevolence behind them as the tip of his nail traces your nipple, watching it harden as he does. “I could think of a hundred different ways to paint you crimson, my dear.” you shake your head, whimpering in soft protest, and he cocks his head to the side, “What? You don’t think red would look so pretty on you? The color of roses?” he chuckles, grabbing a fistful of your tender breast and squeezing until you mewl and sag into the rough treatment, “Timid, little thing, aren’t you? Frightened so easily.” his head dips, tongue dragging along your nipple, and when you gasped, your thighs clamping together to stop the feeling of his teasing flooding your core, he reads you like an open book. “I think you like this.” you start to shake your head yet again, but his hand has already abandoned your chest, hiking your skirt up to feel between your thighs. they were slick with sweat and… something else. your desire and shame. “You’re dripping, kitten. Do you enjoy my teasing that much?”

your thighs press harder into each other, but his fingers work to pry them apart, slipping in between to feel your bare sex. you choke back a gasp, your only free hand grasping at his wrist trying to pull it from your core as you jerk against his rubbing, but it was as effective as an ant trying to push a thumb away before it’s crushed beneath the force. “N—no…” but, much to your own dismay, you were soaking his fingertips and he was howling with amusement.

“Well, now, isn’t this cunt just so sensitive— I’ve hardly even touched you, and you’re all jitters already. Could I have caught a little virgin in my web?” humiliation floods your eyes, and you close them tight, turning your face away from him and digging your chin into your shoulder. he coos, leaning close enough for you to feel the chill or his skin against your cheek, and the ghastly drag of his lips as he spoke, “Good. The first and only cock you’ll ever wrap around will be Dio’s, your new master.”

“…I want to wake up…” you beg under your breath. surely, this had to be a terrible nightmare. so you kept biting down on your lip and repeating it. “I want… to wake up…”

“Eh?” he asks, grinning, “Stupid thing thinks she’s dreaming.” a wave of vicious cackling rolls through the corridor, and you shudder. a moment later, you feel him shifting, dropping to his knees in front of you. cautiously, you crack one eyelid and look down to see him ripping what was left of your skirt aside. there’s a flurry of cotton before it all settles on the floor. you shiver, stumbling back. Dio releases your wrist and grasps one ankle, hiking it up on to his shoulder. it threw your balance completely off; even on his knees, the man before you was still monstrous, and you were forced to stand on the tip toes of the opposite foot to stay upright. “Let’s find out if fear makes your cunt as sweet as your lips.”

both eyes opened wide, but you had no time to react before he was smashing his face against your sex, the bridge of his nose creating a solid cradle for your aching clit, and the thick muscle hiding in his mouth wiggled between your netherlips, gathering the taste of your essence on to his tastebuds. he growled, and the sound vibrated against you, sending every nerve into overdrive. both your hands dig into his golden locks, pulling hard to attempt to force his head back, but the scratching and scrambling didn’t phase him one bit. he didn’t budge, instead he laughed, then his words were slurred against you. “Don’t be so ungrateful,” his eyes glint in the dusky moonlight pouring through a broken window, and it seems so shameful and sinful to look down your naked torso at him. you could see the muscles in your own tummy contract when he nuzzled against your clit, and you clamped one hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet. crying out for how good it felt would only make this all too real— and would give him the satisfaction of knowing that you couldn’t control it. “Your new god is on his knees for you, lapping at your trembling pussy. You should be singing my praises.” none too gently, he snags your clit with his teeth, creating a vice around it and rolling his tongue over the nub.

you bleat, and your knees buckle— the sole leg holding you up giving out. but Dio doesn’t let you crumble. with one hand fleeing, he wraps a massive fist around your throat to hold you in place, the furious muscles of his gargantuan arm hard and bulging against your torso. the pressure is enough to startle you, even though he doesn’t squeeze. you imagine the beast of a man could break your neck with little effort. this new grip occupies your mind, and your hands try to wrap themselves around his wrist instead, but it’s even too big for your fingertips to meet.

“You are a pathetic little kitty cat, aren’t you?” he teases, suckling on your clit until you see stars behind your eyelids, and your toes are curling, “You can’t even stand up on your own anymore. Just a few, easy flicks of my tongue and you’re putty in my hands. Makes my cock hard watching you lose this fight, knowing you know you’re fucked.”

you don’t want him to be right, but when he punctuates his statement by licking a fat stripe between your netherlips, you cry out, and your nails dig into his tough flesh. “Please!! Ha— have mercy…”

“Go on,” he urges, “cry for mercy. Scream for me. It won’t change a thing. You belong to me, now, and I’m going to break you in every way possible, starting with tongue fucking never ending orgasms out of your delicate, little body until it gives out. You’ll black out, and wake up to my big cock stretching you open.”

[dollwritesarchive]

i hc that jotaro loves to eat his pretty girl out!! esp. if theyre shy, he'd give sm reassurance and use his fingers/stroke their thighs while he sucks their clit.. brainrot hhh

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, age gap ( dilf!jotaro ), girlfriend’s dad!trope, oral sex ( f!receiving ), all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ this ignores canon for the sake of the au, still tried to keep jotaro as accurate as possible. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

if Jolyne knew where you were right now, you’d be deader than dead— if your girlfriend only knew her shy, baby girl was sprawled out on her dad’s couch, gripping her trembling thighs as his head bobs between them.

“Gimme that pretty smile,” he rasps, pulling back to look up at you; thick tiers glossy with your essence as the rough pad of his mighty thumb rubs over your lower lip, “show me how much you love it when I tongue fuck this pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

you obey with a sheepish smile, cheeks burning; everything about the sight before you was wrong, from your lover’s dad’s lusty expression as he kisses and nips at your swollen clit, to the way you shake for him, it was all so terribly wrong, but felt too damn good to give up. “That’s a good girl,” he mutters, before diving back in, sealing those wicked lips around your sensitive clit and your countenance immediately contorts in pleasure— drawing his thumb into your mouth, instead, you nibble on it to muffle your own, pathetically sultry moans of pleasure, “don’t hold out on me, now… I’m gonna make you cum all over my face.”

it was when you felt two, thick digits worm their way inside to pump at a steady rhythm that mirrored the stroking of his tongue over your swollen nerve-bud that you squeak and buck your hips, grinding your most sensitive section into his face, and suck hard on his thumb when it prods deeper into your mouth; Jotaro was curing some deep-rooted starvation for you, and you couldn’t help but love the feeling.

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!

[etherealzx]

request for @kazenomegaminowanpisui ! hope you enjoy <3

side note, someone asked me to put content warnings before my works, so i will be doing that from now on!!

Jotaro x Fem!Reader that Tease Each Other!

warnings: none, fluff, sarcasm

i absolutely think that jotaro wouldn't be the type to be all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend/partner (at least not in public)

he thinks that showing affection is showing weakness, and the last thing he wants anyone to think of him as is weak

when the two of you go out in public together, he'll act bored and annoyed with you. however you can see right through his whole "tough guy" act he puts on

if you glance over at him and catch him smiling or quietly laughing, your immediate instinct is to tease him

"See? I told you I'm fun!" "I thought you didn't wanna come but it looks like you're having fun to me."

His face would get red and he would be fake mad

"Shut up" he would say, adjusting his hat to cover the redness on his face

When you see something you like, he teases you back

"Y/n don't you have enough of those already? You're gonna put this damn place out of business with the amount of shit you buy"

You give it right back to him, responding with some smart-ass answer like "And you spend all your money on cigarettes so I guess we're even"

You secretly like this little game of yours, and in a weird way its really cute

When you get back home, the teasing continues although its much more affectionate

He'll start kissing you sweetly and grabbing your waist, causing you to tease him more

"You love to act like a badass out in public but in private you're just my big soft teddy bear"

He tells you to shut up while he continues to kiss you and hold you close to him

"Just shut up and enjoy it"

You do exactly that because you know that you're probably the only one on this planet that will ever get to see him act this way

[married-to-google-translater]

Jotaro Kujo fluffy headcanon

Okay the best way to get physical attention from him would be to dress up in a dolphin costume and make dolphin noises...

It works every time.

Jotaro is definitely not the best at physical affection.

And he's even worse at verbal.

But Jotaro tries his best.

He just doesn't really know how to express his feelings.

Fortunately, Star Platinum exists.

Yes, in the beginning, Jotaro has to ask his stand for help.

But with time he will get better.

It would start small. At first, Jotaro would start holding your hand.

He tries to do it without paying much attention.

Jotaro would blush.

Usually he does not initiate physical intimacy.

In hugs, he would usually be a big spoon.

Public PDA would also be a thing.

Usually it's just holding hands.

Jotaro is not good at expressing if he needs physical intimacy.

Maybe after 15 years he's ready to express his desire for a hug.

[moonbeamwritings]

a night-in with jotaro

pairing: jotaro kujo x gn!reader

wc: 824

warnings: none

next date →

“What’re we thinkin’, handsome? Moisturizing? Vitalizing? Maybe a little pore action?” You shuffle through your collection of sheet masks, eyeing the taglines of each one. “Ooo, I also have this one that looks like a cat?”

Jotaro looks between you and the stack, hesitant. “Definitely not the cat one.”

You roll your eyes, but move the cat mask and its other animal companions off to one side. He’s no fun.

After a busy few weeks, you and Jotaro had decided to spend the evening in for Valentine’s Day, and now, with your bellies full of take-out from the place you had your first date and a movie queued up in the living room, it’s sheet mask time. Jotaro had let it slip that he’d never tried one before, and like any good significant other would, you made it your mission to introduce him.

Running a thumb over his cheek, you pout. “You already have such nice skin. It’s not fair.” For good measure, you pinch the chub of it, what little there is, and smooch his forehead. “My pretty little valentine.” Despite his little scowl, you feel the heat of his skin against your fingertips. “How about a vitalizing one? This one’s got roses on it. Very on theme.”

You hold the package out to him and he inspects it, flipping it over to read both sides. “That’s fine.”

“Want me to put it on for you?”

“Mmm, sure.”

Pushing him to sit on the closed toilet lid, you reach around to pull a little pink hair clip from the bathroom drawer. Jotaro’s pretty blue eyes slip closed as you brush stray waves from his forehead and pin them back with the clip.

“Ready?”

He hums, muttering, “As I’ll ever be.”

You tear open the mask, and spread it across his face, making sure the holes for his eyes and mouth are where they should be. “How’s that?”

“It feels like seaweed.”

Rolling your eyes, you smooth out the last wrinkle in the sheet. Deeming it perfect, you squeeze his shoulders. “Alright, handsome. Let your first face mask experience begin. And before you take it off,” you warn, poking a finger into his chest, “don’t forget to rub the leftover serum into your skin. It’s a very important step.”

He nods before fixing his gaze on the stack on the counter. “Which one are you gonna do?”

“Hmm,” you drag your fingers over the pile and a mask in a green package catches your eye. It’s a hydrating tea tree mask boasting the perfect serum for sensitive skin. Just what you need. “I think this one.”

He plucks it from between your fingers, and switches places with you before you can even blink, lowering you to sit on the toilet lid just as he had. “Lemme do it.”

Jotaro mimics your movements exactly, carefully moving the stray hair from your face before spreading the mask across your skin. He even goes the extra step to stretch the mouth hole just slightly so you have a little more room to move it. He gently smooths his thumb down the bridge of your nose, an affectionate smile tugging at his mouth. “Done.”

Twenty minutes later, and with the rom-com still playing in the living room, you and Jotaro venture back into the bathroom, ready to slide the face masks off and continue with your night.

You watch as Jotaro carefully peels the mask from his skin, discarding it before standing next to you in the mirror to work the rest of the serum into his skin, just as you’d told him to do. He finishes before you, much less meticulous than you are about it, and when he’s done, he just... stares. And it would be nerve-wracking if it was anyone else, those piercing blue eyes boring into your features, but it’s Jotaro. Jotaro whose face softens as he watches you move, whose love, though quiet, is ever-present.

“What?” You giggle, eyeing him through the mirror. “Something on my face?”

A shake of his head, a shrug of his shoulders. “You look pretty, ‘s all.”

Your cheeks heat up as you turn around to take his face into your palm. And maybe it defeats the whole purpose, doting on him and touching his face so shortly after using face masks, but you can’t help it. He softens even further, sinking into your hand with ease.

Jotaro’s hand comes up to close over your own, large fingers curling until their tips find a home against your palm. His thumb skirts over your pointer finger as he tells you, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You sap,” you coo, lips curling affectionately as you watch his eyes roll at the comment. You press close to him to land a peck on the corner of his mouth. When he tilts his head closer, wordlessly asking for another kiss, you plant one right to the center of his lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.”