#jojos bizarre adventure smut

[esha-isboogara]

how long the jojos last during no nut november

i stole borrowed this idea from @garoujo i loved their jujutsu kaisen version of this and just KNEW i had to make my own!!!

✰nothing too crazy but it’s still kinda nsfw, mentions of sex and all that, blah blah minors dni

jonathan: december 1st - being the most innocent of the jojos he is bound to last the entire month. his sex drive is not as high as most men his age plus he always enjoys a good challenge. he asked you multiple times if you were willing to do this and once you agreed it was set in stone. the hardest part of the month is hearing you beg for his cock night after night, having to deny you for so long takes a toll on him. jojo wants nothing more than to fill you up with cock,pumping you full as you cry for more ;) both of you get this wish when the month is over

joseph: november 2nd- when he first heard the idea he was thrilled. he was convinced he could coax you into failing within the first week,breaking you down with subtle touches and deep kisses. alas this was only a plan. when he woke up the next day with a bad case of morning wood he had to relieve it one way or another. joseph tried for maybe ten minutes to ignore it but gave up as soon as he took a good look at you sleeping form. oh god how could he resist you when you look so pretty.

caesar zeppelli: november 4th- at first he was totally opposed to the challenge, thinking it only to be juvenile and crude. but when he was made aware of joseph participating he was more than willing to take part in the game. caesar liked to think he had the self control of a god, able to resist even the most beautiful of temptresses. it turns out he’s not as strong as he had once thought. all it took was the sight of you stepping out of the shower and he was out. he won’t let you bring it up around jojo though, he may have lost the competition but he still has his pride.

jotaro kujo: november 27th- oh he was so close to lasting the entire month. jotaro is able to control himself to an insane amount. it didn’t matter how much you teased him, small touches, dirty things whispered in his ear, cute little outfits jotaro held on strong. one day you dropped by his office to give him a stack of papers he forgot at home and for some reason that broke him. you were just so kind and thoughtful how could he not reward you. he took you right there on his desk, loving the way your ass bounces as he pounds into you. jojo is a bit disappointed he didn’t last the entire month but you’re quick to comfort him and praise him for how well he did.

noriaki kakyoin: november 18th- the man is a gamer at heart so you best believe he’s down to participate in a boss fight of sorts. he takes the challenge the most seriously out of all the guys. he will not give in to absolutely anything. wellll that is until you kneel down between his legs while he was in the middle of a game and gave him those eyes. he didn’t want to lose he really didn’t but fuck you were just so beautiful knelt before him. after a round or two he admitted to tapping out of the competition. he’s super chill about losing and makes up for the lost time for the rest of the month ;)

josuke higashikata: november 15th- okayasu gave him the idea and he was so excited to pitch it to you. he was always the competitive type so he was more than happy to compete. for the next two weeks he kept his distance not wanting to slip up. but alas he is still a teenage boy and he has his needs. one particular day while embracing you he felt his cock twitch and he knew that was it. next thing you knew you were being dragged into an empty closed and fucked out of your mind. despite not lasting the whole month you have to commend him for keeping it together for as long as he did.

okuyasu nijimura: november 11th- he over heard the concept of the game from a few of his fellow classmates during math and figured it was worth a try. not like he anything better going on. the first week was smooth sailing for him, he had not one impure thought the entire time. but alas he is still a teenage boy the hormones are bound to start raging eventually. it wasn’t too hard to break the boy down. you bent down to pick something up off the floor and he just couldn’t help it anymore. all it took was a few thrusts and he was done. unlike other guys his age he wasn’t embarrassed that he failed the challenge. honestly he’s kind of glad he didn’t make it. now he doesn’t have to hold himself back any longer.

giorno giovanna: november 30th- the only reason he lasted as long as he did is because he’s a busy man, running the mafia and such. he didn’t have the time to worry about rearranging your guts while drugs plagued the streets of italy. don’t you worry though, once he manages to get a day off he will make sure your needs are properly taken care of.

mista guido: november 1st-the amount of self control this man has is close to none. if he starts to feel horny no matter where or when he will indulge in his urges. when you bring up the idea of no nut november to him he agrees in the beginning. but after a few hours he decides he doesn’t want to do it anymore. this man is fucking whipped and he is proud of it.

[brayneworms]

love you (just a little too much) | jolyne cujoh

kinktober day seven: praise kink

word count. 4.6k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, smut, praise kink, cheating (jolyne cheats on her boyfriend with reader lol), reader is kind of scummy, obsession, childhood friends, mentions of drinking, gender-neutral reader, implied unrequited love, sub!jolyne + dom!reader, oral sex (f!recieving), pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, princess—all used on jolyne)

♩ serial killer - lana del rey

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Contrary to popular belief, Jolyne doesn't mind people knowing she's soft.

The others—particularly the ones she met at the prison, like Ermes and Anasui—think that she tries very hard to maintain a tough reputation, that she puts effort into her hard-as-nails routine that scares off the bad guys. And that's not to say it doesn't, but most people tend to assume that this means she spurns being seen as soft, or compassionate, or even girlish.

But you know better.

I mean, obviously you do. You've been at her side since you were both six years old, meeting on the playground of your relatively shitty elementary school. You remember burning asphalt painted with volleyball-court lines, arches cracked with flecks of black stone. You know every part of her, even the parts she maybe wishes you didn't.

And you've been in love with her for far longer. Longer than that waste of oxygen Romeo, longer than Anasui or Ermes. They can make all the assumptions they want, but you know the truth. Jolyne is soft. And she is sweet, and thoughtful, and loyal, and you know there is nothing she loves more than being reminded of it.

You remember the first time you watched her do her own makeup when you were thirteen years old. Sat in her bedroom, the teal walls and pink carpet, and you were too young and lacked too much taste to feel the nausea that the colours would later induce as your eyes grew more sensitive. You sat cross-legged on her bed as Mariah Carey blasted out from the stereo, watching Jolyne's reflection in the mirror. Her big emerald eyes outlined in messy dark liner, lips outlined in green.

Messy, but she liked it. And she whirled around, brandishing a tube you had no name for.

"Nah," you said flatly. "No way."

"It's just mascara, dummy," Jolyne sighed. "It'll make you look pretty."

"No, it won't."

"It made me look pretty."

"That's 'cause you are, dipshit." You pressed your spine flat against the wall, and as you watched, the skin of her cheeked flushed, soft baby-pink.

"You think?" she whispered, looking shyer than you'd ever seen her, and you felt your heart do something funny.

"Yeah. I mean, don't be weird about it." You bit the inside of your cheek. "Jolyne, you're gorgeous."

She made a strangled, squawking sort of noise and chucked the tube of mascara at you. It bounced off your head as you threw your body to the side to avoid it, and when you looked at her in disbelief, her face was scarlet and blotchy.

"You can't just say things like that," she whined, burying her face in her hands. "Although, feel free to say it again, I guess—"

"Idiot." Your own face burned. "You are not doing my makeup."

That was the start of it, you guess.

The start of looking at her differently, of watching her out of the corner of her eye; putting up her hair into a ponytail, applying lip balm with a careful pinky finger. You've been freinds for so long that you're comfortable changing in front of each other (you used to share baths, for fuck's sake), and suddenly you're seventeen and she's stripping off her shirt right in front of you and it's not innocent anymore. It's something else.

Of course, you're not the only one to notice. The way she sort of... glows when she enters a room. Other people do, and that dipshit Romeo with barely two braincells to rub together between the steroids and the peroxide, he managed to catch her eye. This hulking, seething jock who looked at you like you were a piece of shit under his shoe, who called you weirdo behind Jolyne's back (because he knew he'd catch a fist to the face if he ever did it in front of her).

"I know you want to fuck her," he growled one afternoon, after school, senior year. He crowded you against the wall of the locker room whilst you both waited for Jolyne to change out of her volleyball uniform inside.

"You don't even know what you don't know, you fucking prick," you snarled, staring right up into his eyes. Narrow pupils and bloodshot in the sclera.

"I've seen the way you look at her," he whispered. "You're obsessed with her. And I'm warning you, back off."

"Yeah, big boy?" A smile that was almost hysterical tugged at your lips. "Except you don't really want that. 'Cause you know if I left, she'd go right along with me without even looking at you. You're nothing, and you'll be gone soon, and I'll still be here."

Romeo laughed. "You're fuckin' crazy," he said wonderingly. "Are all Jo's friends this insane?"

"No. Not all of them," you said quietly. "But I am. I'm pretty insane. And you're going to ruin her life. I can fucking feel it. One day you're going to ruin her whole life, and I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"Romeoooo~" The singing voice soared over the thick tension. The two of you barely had time to step apart before Jolyne came sauntering out the locker room, her face alight in a pleased flush. Her eyes widened when she saw you, and she squealed delightedly. "You stayed!"

"I told you I would, dipshit," you said fondly, grinning as she launched at you and pressed a green kiss to your cheek. Over her shoulder, Romeo glowered.

"Wasn't I amazing?" she said cheerily, linking hands with her boyfriend and swinging their joined arms. Her eyes practically sparkled as she stared up at him, lips stretched in a perfect smile.

After a moment, he grunted. "Yeah, babe. Exceptional as always. That's my Jo for you, huh?" A kiss to her temple, and Jolyne squirmed delightedly.

Strictly speaking, you guess—you ruined Romeo's life before he could ruin hers. Not that he knows it. Oh, you want him to know. You want to throw the evidence in his face and make him seethe, all the while knowing there's not a fucking thing he can do about it.

It happens on Jolyne's nineteenth birthday. You hadn't seen much of her in the day, unfortunately—you'd gone for breakfast, which was tradition for the both of you. You drove her to Denny's and your plates were loaded with pancakes, bacon and syrup, drooling sticky piles of sugar that you scooped up eagerly, talking enthusiastically between bites. She was spending most of the day with Romeo—gag—but you'd see her at the party later.

It takes place at your house, actually. Jolyne's mom won't stand for that kind of stuff, and she's gracefully turning the other cheek to the underage drinking because she adores Jolyne. Her dad had sent a card that arrvied two days early, the inscription typically blunt:

Jolyne, Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn't be there. Be responsible and have a good day. Best, Dad.

"Best, Dad," she snorts derisively, tossing the thing dramatically over her shoulder. But she doesn't trash it. She never trashes the stuff from Jotaro. She keeps it all in a silver box under her bed like a shameful secret, and she reads them when she wants to cry but can't get the tears out. "What an asshole."

She goes home for a bit to get ready, and you prep the house for the party. By the time she comes back, hand-in-hand with Romeo, the place is already crowded. Projections of shapes and colours glide lazily over the walls, filming the bassy music that thumps through the mortar.

She looks fucking angelic, weaving her way through the crowds; she gives an excited little skip when she spots you slouched against the wall, halfheartedly entertaining some drunk guy. Jolyne rushes up to you, clasping your hands excitedly in hers.

"This is amazing!" she gushes. "It's all so amazing! Don't you think, Romeo?"

He barely grunts in reply. "Where's the booze?"

Jolyne's smile falters; something hard sets in her jade eyes, the kind of look that has your mouth suddenly dry. "Eh? Why are you being rude?" Her shoulders square, knots of hard muscle. "Y/n put this whole party together for me! This is their house!"

"Yeah, Romeo." An oily smirk slips over your face, unseen to Jolyne. A vein twitches in his temple over his lusterless eyes. "This is my house. How 'bout a little thank you?"

A spasm crosses his ugly face. "Fuck this," he growls, and Jolyne's jaw drops. "I'm sick of this creep trying to make me look bad in front of you. Jo, I'm leaving. Are you coming, or what?"

"You're joking." Jolyne's eyes are round and hard; an angry blush is starting to bleed across her cheekbones. "It's my birthday, Romeo."

"We'll do something," he presses, picking up her small hands hamfistedly; you bite the inside of your cheek at the touch, wondering if he even noticed the nails she got done especially for today, whether he even cared. "C'mon, Jo, I'll take you to dinner. That Italian place."

Jolyne's face screws up. "I don't like Italian food," she says, which is true. She doesn't like cheese or tomatoes much. Her favourite food is dark chocolate, actually, but if you're talking dinner than Thai food is a safe bet. She likes to make out that she can handle more spice than she actually can.

Romeo grows visibly frustrated; you slouch back against the wall, barely blinking, trying to bite back a smirk. "Anything, then. C'mon, Jo, I can't—I won't leave you here with this creep. Can't you see? Can't you fucking see how obsessed they are with you? It's fucking freaky!"

"Get out!" Jolyne screams. "You horrible pig. How dare you talk about them like that?!"

"You're so dumb you can't even see it!" Romeo yells, his voice starting to rise up over the music. Eyes shift, people turn; you can't have that. As much as you enjoy seeing Romeo squirm, this is Jolyne's day, and you won't let some roid-chomping ape ruin it. You slide between them, setting a hand on Romeo's chest and shoving him back—not violently, not really, you can't have Jolyne thinking you're as bad as him—just enough to make some space to breathe.

You're so close to Jolyne, her shoulder touches your back. You can feel her breathing raggedly, taut with fury.

"That's enough," you say, looking Romeo dead in the eye. "I know we don't exactly get along, Romeo, but I was willing to put that aside for Jolyne on her birthday. I'm sorry you weren't."

Romeo's face flushes slowly with purple colour. "You fucking—you—"

"Romeo," Jolyne says harshly. "Leave. I don't want you here."

His jaw clenches. "Fine! Fine. See if I fucking care." He spins on his heel and storms out, and you physically feel the tension in the air thin as the front door slams behind him.

You turn around immediately as everyone else awkwardly buries themselves in cups and conversations again. Jolyne's arms are wrapped around herself, staring at the floor. Genuine sorrow twangs deep inside you—you wonder, hardly for the first time, whether you would be this instigatory if she was with someone who actually deserved her.

A smaller, bitter part of you that you usually try to ignore insists that nobody really deserves her. Not even you. But you'll try your best.

"Hey," you murmur. "You okay?"

"H-how can he be so mean?" Her eyes are big and luminous as she turns them to you, shining with tears. Something deep inside you dies at the sight—Jolyne is rare with her tears. More often her intense emotions manifest as anger. You swallow, glancing around.

"Okay. Come on, let's get out of here," you mutter. You lead her through the crowded hallway and up the stairs, heading for your own room. The music becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you, blaring softly through the floorboards like you've dipped your head underwater. Jolyne sniffles, her eyes already drying; she knuckles at them dispassionately, smearing her carefully-applied eye makeup.

"What a mess... I ruined it all," she says, flopping down on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be stupid, dipshit," you say fiercely. "It's your thickhead boyfriend. God, I can't stand him."

"I know." Jolyne picks miserably at her nails. "Maybe he's not... as perfect as I thought he was. But I love him. I mean, I think I love him? Just not when he's like this."

"He's like this all the time," you deadpan, and Jolyne's lip quivers. You sigh, melting down to sit next to her on the bed.

"I don't know what to do," she sighs. "I thought everything was so perfect, and now..."

"Jolyne." Always her full name. You never presume to shorten it, to chip off even one perfect syllable. Every time Romeo calls her Jo, you feel your bones grate together. Like he can't even be bothered to remember who she is. There are thousands of Jo's. There's only one Jolyne. "You deserve so much better than him."

Her throat flexes when she swallows, glancing up at you between the wisps of her green bangs.

It's funny—you know Jolyne inside and out. Every molecule. And yet you still don't see it coming.

Her lips press against yours for the briefest moment, shy and tentative and they taste like aloe vera. You freeze up completely in shock, not even having the werewithal to blink, and Jolyne rockets back, blushing madly.

She waves her hands frantically. "I—hang on! I'm sorry! I shouldn't... I didn't mean to..." Her voice gears up for a wail. "I'm ruining everythinggg!"

"Jolyne!" You clamp your hands upon her shoulders, your pulse thundering in your ears. "C-calm down. It's okay. You haven't—you haven't ruined anything."

Jolyne's brows draw tight together. "I can't betray Romeo," she says, twiddling her fingers. "But I... I'm so fuckin' sick of feeling like... he never compliments me! Never! And tonight, it was my fucking birthday and he just blew me off! What a pig! I'm so sick of him sometimes, I just want to—to—"

Her soft, cold hands land on your face and she kisses you again, harder this time, with intent, and you feel every cell in your body come alive. You hardly believe it's real, but this time you're not going to waste even a nanosecond not concentrating. Your eyes slip closed and your hands move, dropping from her shoulders; one slides down her arms until it wraps around her waist, drawing her close, feeling her soft, toned body press flush against you. The other cups the back of her neck, cradling her like she's something precious. She is, of course. She's the most precious thing in the whole world.

It's overwhelming; it's everything you've dreamed of for the last six years or so, and even as it's happening it barely feels real. You feel the urgent need to make the most of it before you snap out of this dream, or Jolyne reverts back from the delirium that's cleared seized her. It's your chance, after all—to finally show her what someone like Romeo could never give her.

Your left hand slips unde the hem of her shirt, fanning out over the warm skin beneath, and Jolyne shudders. She pulls back from your lip momentarily, her eyes searching yours so intensely that your heart lurches.

"Isn't this wrong?" she whispers, as though she's truly conflicted.

Your free hand brushes a lock of her from her face. "Does it feel wrong?"

There's a moment of hesitation—you can see her conjure Romeo's face in her mind—and then she shakes her head. "It should feel wrong," she mutters, and your thumb strokes soothingly over the small of her back.

"Jolyne," you murmur, and you watch in shivering euphoria as her body shudders as your voice slips into something lower, rolling over the both of you like hot honey. "Lemme take care of you, okay?"

A painful dark blush melts over Jolyne's pretty cheeks. "This won't ruin anything, will it?" She keeps you pinned for now, not letting you carry on. So bold, your Jolyne. People like Romeo want to stamp it out of her. You can't even imagine it. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Jolyne," you groan. "Don't say stuff like that right now."

"Eh? Why?!" Her expression twists. "I'm just trying to make sure—"

"You're kind of having an effect, princess," you grit out. Jolyne stops short, her mouth working soundlessly for a few moments.

"Ha! Am I really?" she gushes, her eyes sparkling. "Let me see!"

"Wh—no!" You swat at her hands, cheeks burning. "Cut it out, dipshit. You'll..." You pause, weighing your words. "You'll see soon enough, anyway."

The smile slips off of Jolyne's face, replaced by nervous anticipation. Your heart beats at the speed of sound, jackrabbiting against your ribcage.

You shake your head, scrub a hand down your face. "Lay down, okay? I said I would take care of you, and I mean it." There's a spot of hesitation on her face before she cautiously scrambles up against the headboard, peering down at you sat at the foot of the bed. You strip off your shoes quickly before clambering on over her, fitting your legs neatly over her waist.

She bites her lip. "Y-you really wanna..."

In answer, you lean forward and tuck your face against her neck, breathing in her perfume. She shivers as you nose at the delicate skin, finally putting your lips on it like you've dreamed of doing, and she's just as receptive as you've always thought she might be, letting out a squeak before her head tilts up, baring her throat to you.

"So cute," you whisper, running your hands up her sides. She's small, but so toned—she works out a lot, and it's a unique kind of torture seeing her in gym clothes, all sweaty with her hair pinned up, heading for the shower. "God, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I—I do?" Her breath is caught, trapped. Her hands push under your clothes and skim over the flesh there, cool and clammy, and you shudder so violently that you inadvertently press yourself against her.

"You have no idea." You mouth at her neck almost frantically, sucking skin between your teeth, laving with your tongue, pinching lightly with your teeth before moving onto the next; dotting lines down her neck, collarbones, putting your teeth over the jut of bone and sucking. Jolyne moans, high and shivery, and the sound makes liquid lightning rush to the place between your thighs.

You curse your own impatience, too hurried to savour her like you really want. You reason that you'll have time, after, later, some indeterminable point in the future as you reach down and hike up her shirt, over her head, flinging it to some distant point in the room. Jolyne stares up at you, unabashed; why would she be? You know every inch of each other's bodies already. You smooth a palm from her sternum to the waistline of her jeans, through the valley between her breasts, and Jolyne groans, eyes fluttering shut. You can see the smokey green makeup painted over her lids, the clumps of mascara caught in the delicate lashes.

The flesh beneath your hand is soft, warm muscle. You happily think that she could break you apart if she wanted—but that's the really incredible thing about your Jolyne. She doesn't. She is capable of great violence, but it's never what she wants to do.

She's so, so special.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh; your pupils are probably heart-shaped by this point. "Oh, god—princess, you have no idea how bad I want you."

Jolyne shudders, pushing her hips up against you and you nearly choke. "Show me," she grunts, a challenge in her eyes. "Show me—please."

"'Course, pretty girl," you murmur, watching the flush climbs down her chest. "Anything for you."

Your hands move to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before you drag them down her thighs. Jolyne perks up and helps you shed them, and they too disappear into the nameless void, where everything but Jolyne ceases to matter even an iota.

Next goes her underwear; she wears boxers a lot, and today is no exception. Emerald-green briefs that you drag down her legs so clumsily that they end up dangling from one ankle. Jolyne sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, face lit up bright red as she watches you knead the flesh on her knees, her thighs. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the heat in your abdomen almost unbearable—but you can't even think of touching yourself. This isn't about you.

It's all about her.

You push her thighs apart, gently, and only now does some tension coil up in Jolyne's stomach, her breath shaking.

"It's okay," you remind her softly, and press soft kisses to her right knee. "It's me, yeah? You have nothing in the world to hide from me."

Jolyne's whole expression seems to melt into something dreamy, like she's home, and you could weep. A soft smile plucks at her mouth.

"You're right," she says, swallowing hard.

"'Course I am, pretty girl," you say lazily, skimming your lips against her inner thigh, a hint of teeth just to hear her gasp. "'Cause I know you, yeah? Better than anyone."

"Y-yeah," Jolyne whimpers, and your eyes practically roll back into your head at how wrecked she sounds already.

You prop your face on her inner thigh, gazing up at her dreamily. "Want me to make you feel good, angel?"

"W-well, obviously," she grunts, squirming her hips. You use your free hand to pin her down.

"Say it," you can't help but poke, watching as her blush darkens. "Say, I want you to make me feel good."

Jolyne glowers. "Eh... you're the worst kind of pervert, aren't you? How didn't I guess..." She throws an arm over her eyes. "I want you to make me feel good. Dummy."

Something intense and hot rolls over you as the words leave her mouth, and without another moment of hesitation you grab her leg, wrapping your fingers around one slim ankle and pulling it up so it bends. "Can you hold that there for me?"

Wide eyed and mouth agape, Jolyene reaches for her own leg to hold up, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

"What a good girl," you murmur, and Jolyne squeaks again; her fingers dig into the fat of her own leg, and she stares at you like she's hardly seen you before. There's something gratifying in that disbelief; proof that you're not the awkward thirteen-year-old you've feared she's always seen as you as. You're her equal, her soulmate, and you're both all grown up, now.

Some more than others.

You press your lips to her cunt and she moans, fingers scrabbling desperately to retain a hold of her leg. There's a soft dark thatch of hair that tickles just slightly as you shuffle down between her legs, using your fingers to spread her open. She's wet, and your mouth fills with saliva as you dive in, burying your head between her thighs. With her free hand, you hear her clap her fingers over her mouth to stifle the shriek she lets out at the contact.

The moment your tongue makes contact you know you're lost. Your eyes slide shut as your mouth works at her, feeling her hands slide into your hair and grip, hard, hard enough to remember that it's real. And that notion sends a whole new delirium rushing through you, until you feel literally high, drunk on Jolyne, your perfect girl and her perfect body. She tastes so good, practically addictive, and when her thighs tremble and squeeze around your head you think there would be no better way to die in the world.

She's saying something—choked, hoarse gasps of your name. You pop off her clit with a lingering suck, gazing up at her with a smile you can't quite remember to dial back. Jolyne's pupils are blown wide and dark, barely a ring of green surrounding them.

"It—it's so..." She squirms. "Please keep going."

"No worries on that front, angel," you murmur, sliding your hands under her thighs and pulling her even closer. "I'm gonna make you come for me, yeah?"

A hard shudder wracks her body. She never—it's so strange to hear such filth spill from your lips so easily. You're barely comparable to the friend she's known almost her whole life.

And yet—you are. This could be nobody but you. She doesn't know how she didn't see it before.

You dive back between her legs with unparalleled vigour, and Jolyne's head spins frantically. She's never felt anything like this. Romeo went down on her once in a blue moon, and before that had only been awkward teenage fumblings, sticky and awkward, never this—this worship. It's honestly the best word she can come up with for it. You look like if someone tried to pry you away from her right now you'd kill them without a thought.

The thought shouldn't make her shiver in pleased delight—and yet here we are.

Your tongue rolls over her clit, glides between her folds, presses in, and loops all over again until her hands are fisted in your hair and she's crying out against the muted blaring of the music.

"Fuck, fuck," she curses, blinking hard to try and stay focused. "Gonna come, I'm gonna c-come—"

"I got you," you moan against her, the vibrations sending a whole new set of jitters up her spine. "My girl, my good girl, c'mon, give it to me, I need it, fuck, I need you to come for me—"

Your lips latch onto her clit and suck once, harshly, and Jolyne comes so hard she feels her body separate from herself. Seeing stars has always felt like a dumb expression, but she swears white rockets across her vision, tears it open to perfect clarity. Her thighs clamp down on your head, hips rocking up against you as she shudders and moans through it, and all the while you keep your fingers on her, stroking slow and soft until she twitches from overstimulation. Her foot kicks out on instinct, catching on your shoulder.

She comes back to herself when she hears you wince. "Sorry," she says hoarsely. You just roll your eyes fondly and tap her ankle away.

You flop against her as she attempts to pick her breath back up. She can feel her own release dripping down her thighs and she looks at you, unexpectedly shy. It's surreal, but—but even as reality sets in cold as stone, she cannot quite bring herself to feel guilty.

You press a lazy kiss to the size of her bared breast, making her flinch in surprise. "Heh. You animal."

"Yeah," you agree readily, your voice hoarse with want. "For you, yeah."

Jolyne's eyes flutter. She doesn't quite know what to say to that, to any of this. Instead she swallows, looks around to try and get her surroundings. Your bedroom is intimately familiar—the dark walls, the posters, the fishtank and blinds and assortment of blue stringlights and lamps. Your room has always kinda felt like being inside an aquarium.

A lump settles in her throat. She's grown up here. You both had.

And though she knows she should get dressed and find her phone, although she knows she should call Romeo and try to cover up the hickies dotted haphazardly all over her throat, she can't quite bring herself to do it. Any of it. Because you'd made her feel more loved in twenty minutes than Romeo had in months.

So she curls back up next to you, jamming her head aginst your heart. She feels your breath hitch at the contact and squirms delightedly.

"J-Jolyne?" you say weakly.

"Shut up, dummy," she says as matter-of-factly as she can manage. "I wanna sleep."

"...Okay, angel." Your voice is soft, soothing. "Anything for you."

[midnight-eras]

Nsfw headcanons -> Risotto Nero

Risotto Nero x afab!reader

Just some general nsfw headcanons.

Reposting this from my old blog.

Warnings — oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, degration, BDSM, Dom!risotto, sub!reader, jealousy, flogging, female reader

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated

Risotto is a large man. That being said, he is a monster in bed. He knows how to turn you into a babbling and weak mess under him.

Foreplay with him consists of mainly fingering and teasing. While he knows how to eat you out, he is way to impatient to do so.

Risotto will often drag you to a secluded spot in the hideout after a job and blow off steam by pinning you to a wall and fucking you senseless. He knows you'd never say no anyways.

In terms of giving oral sex, as said before, he is very impatient, but he has his sweet moments where he wants to go down on you. It's usually on your bad days when you're feeling bad.

His tongue game is fantastic to say the least. He knows your sensitive spots and he knows just where to lick and suck to turn you into a mess.

Risotto has a big dick. And it's a gorgeous sight to say the least. He's thick and heavy and long too, about 21cm. It takes lots of preparation for you to be able to take him and each time he give you good, almost painful stretch.

He loves to see you in lingerie, something about it just gets him going and he can't help but to rip apart the undergarments each time. Everytime he'll need to buy a new set because they're completely destroyed.

He is also heavily into BDSM. He loves to be the one to take control, and he loves to see you tied up and to his mercy. He thinks you look adorable under him when he rams his cock inside of you.

You can bet that he will have a flogger, since he is into BDSM he is definitely into flogging. But he will never ever purposefully hurt you with them. He just likes to tease you and rile you up with them.

Risotto doesn't have a favorite body part on you, he thinks every inch of your skin is impeccable and he loves to kiss single part of your body. He will never miss a spot.

As said, he has his times where he can be sweet, where he will show you how much he loves you through being intimate with you. He will hold you close and always whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly and sensually ruts himself into you.

Risotto HATES to use condoms. It's a huge turn off for him. It's just not the same as when you take him raw. He loves to feel how wet you are and how you feel.

He will never ever let you be the one in charge. He likes to know he's in charge because he knows what to do and how to make you feel good. It's not that he doesn't think the same for you, the thought is just off putting for him.

He is also very jealous. He is very good at putting up a poker face and hiding that fact when he is around others, but in the moment when he is fucking you? He will degrade you and call you vile names all while telling you how you only belong to him, and him alone.

He once saw you getting a bit too close to Melone, hence the jealousy.

He lovessss to receive head. Especially when he is doing some work, he likes the thrill of you being under the table and sucking him off while he is busy with paper work.

Risotto is not very vocal, maybe he will let out very soft grunts when he close to his high, but other than that, he will be panting softly, or not make noise at all. He also loves to talk the most nastiest things while he is going on rough you, he loves the way you whimper and beg, he loves how pathetic you can be for him.

[itjazzbicch]

Beautiful Liar

Pairing:  Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader 

Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...

Warnings:  Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)

First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.

Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.

Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:

“What are you doing sitting all alone?”

Bucciarati.

“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:

“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.

“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:

“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”

“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:

“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”

“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:

“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”

“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:

“You heard me.”

“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:

“Then what is it, amore?”

I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.

“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”

“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:

“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”

“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”

“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”

The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.

He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?

“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.

“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.

I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?

With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.

“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.

“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”

It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.

Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.

I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:

“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”

“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:

“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”

“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.

For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.

My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:

“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”

His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.

Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.

Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:

“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”

“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.

He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.

“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.

Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.

“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”

Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.

“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.

Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.

“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.

“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.

“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”

“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.

“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:

“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”

“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.

“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.

“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:

“I just never had someone like you.”

“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.

I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.

Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:

“Only your capo.”

“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”

“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”

“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”

His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.

“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”

“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”

He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”

“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”

His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”  

[3cremepie3]

Pull

Multifandom x female reader

Synopsis - you getting pulled into different sexy scenarios by your fav.

Warning - squirting, degradation, humiliation, public sex, angry sex, toxic relationship, sex toys

A/n - I tried to mock my most popular post I hope you enjoy!

Pull’s you into the supply closet tired of you teasing her under the work table. Everyone watched her she stuttered trying to get out her words as you played with her. She begged you to have mercy and finish her off me that you did. The mercy part wasn’t there though as you didn’t give an ounce of care to your volume. Filling the closet and rooms near with the sound of your praise and her drooling cunt. Eventually, her moans joined you until they came to a halt orgasm washing over her. She straightened herself up walking with shaking legs back to the meeting. “I’ll make you pay for this at home,” she smirked.

Nami, Hina, Emma, Kobeni, Mitsuri, F.F, Maki (hxh), Ten Ten, Sakura, Historia, Sasha, Vanessa, Charlotte

Pull’s you into a bathroom stall. She couldn’t stand seeing any more of the sexy expressions you only made for her plastered against your face as you walked through the mall. The vibrator just felt so good on your clit. But not as good as her tongue as she licked you up and down over and over. Until your shakey thighs enveloped her head. You heard a stranger ask if everything was okay. But you couldn’t care to answer hands tangled in her hair and orgasm passing through you in a rough wave. “Those faces you making are only for me to see!”

Robin, Boa, Yuzha, Maki, Shoko, Quanxi, Shinbou, Jolene, Hermes, Misa, Shizuku, Ino, Annie, Hanji, May Rin

Pull’s you back in bed. The argument you just had got her hot and bothered. Your angry face always turned her on. You pulled her in taking all the oxygen she had already blurted out in harsh words. She tasted the saltiness of your tears satisfied by your roughness. You ripped her panties off her frame watching her squirm as you fingered her until she gushed all over you. Not letting up even when she begged you to stop. “I guess it’s my karma,” she laughed.

Boa, Maki (jjk), mai, shinobu, Mikasa, Yelana, Ymir, Temari, Miruko, Mereoleona

[xescaaa]

Sleepover💦🎮

When you thought it would just be a normal sleepover but things take a turn... (Okuyasu +Josuke + reader smut (separate)

Josuke x reader, Okuyasu x reader smut headcannons🎀😴

General CW: Both characters and reader are in their 18's,unprotected sex (stay safe), F!reader( idk how to write for other audiences atm so sorry</3) , everything is consensual

🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀🌸🎀

Josuke💙

Warnings: Squirting, Oral F! receiving,cockwarming,degrading and praising,teasing,cream pie,a few pussy slaps,, love and pussy drunk Josuke

You and Josuke always had sleepovers each weekend as a way to spend time together and relax after weeks of stand fights and school.

His mom was out on a trip this week making you and Josuke stay alone at his house.

While you and him were playing videogames as usual on his couch , you felt one of Josuke's hand groping your tit as he started playing with it.

Josuke-? what are you doing?! - you asked containing back moans as he started rubbing his thumb on top of your panties.

Shhhhh- Josuke whispered as he started making out with you while caressing your skin.

Be a good slut and just enjoy,okay princess ? Josuke said before lowering himself between your thighs and eating you out<3

Josuke eats pussy like a starved man fyi🫣

From sucking on your clit, flicking it with his pink tongue, all while fucking your needy hole with his fingers was too much and all you could do was desperately moan Josuke's name and tug on his hair as you squirted all around his face earning a smirk from him.

Who said you could cum without my permission huh? Josuke said before slapping your pussy causing you to release a whine.

Seems like you need me to punish you baby, you've been so disobedient today, Josuke says.

Punishment= you cockwarming his cock while he is playing more videogames.

Although he won't admit it, Josuke loves feeling your pussy walls fluttering and squeezing around his huge thick cock so much, that he can't help but filling you with all his cum after he is done<3.

Okuyasu🤍

Warnings: Oral M!recieving, cowgirl, mutual masturbation, praising, cursing, fingering F!, a bit of ass spanking.

Sleeping over with your boyfriend Okuyasu was always fun.

You two loved each other so much and always wanted to make sure you both were happy.

One thing lead to another in Okuyasu's room and now you were jerking your boyfriend's cock while he was fingering your needy pussy

Shit Doll... you're touching me so good, and yet look at you looking so beautiful with me knuckles deep in your beautiful pussy , said Okuyasu as he let out a desperate moan.

More princess please, Okuyasu said as he bucked up his hips up onto your hand as he chased his release.

Removing his fingers out of your pussy with a soft moan and getting on your knees , you licked your boyfriend's tip before bobbing your head up and down his dick, making you gag from his size as you felt him at the back of your throat.

Hearing Okuyasu moaning your name and praising you weakly, was all you needed to let go of his cock with a loud pop and getting on top of him.

You could've sworn Okuyasu had hearts in his eyes as he watched you sink your perfect pussy down onto his cock, holding onto your ass as he felt you squeezing around his cock.

Bouncing on top of him and moaning his name convinced Okuyasu he was in heaven.

You also felt as if you were in euphoria with your boyfriends's cock filling you up nicely as he sucked on your tits and occasionally slapped your ass<3

( It's currently 1 am as i'm finishing this so sorry if it's kinda sad in Oku's part, but i love him sm so<3)

Tysm for reading!!!

[uplatterme]

BRUNO BUCCIARATI idk how to spell his last name abeg

Or mista or abbachio 😫😫

cw: sub!bucciarati dom!reader, public sex, inappropriate use of stands

a/n: this is part 1! part 2 will be abbacchio, then mista <33

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

– bucciarati is a very sweet lover, “would always put your needs first” kind of guy. would go down on you if you want, would let you use his body even if he’s climaxed a bunch of times or even when it’s in public.

“right here?” bucciarati questioned crossing his shoulders together, a bit mad that you weren’t taking this mission seriously.

“oh come on, we’re at the back anyways. no one will here.” you persuaded, a bit impatient since nothing strange has been happening with the person you were tasked to watch. “well, that’s only if you keep quiet.”

he glanced at the front before looking into your eyes, he’d never say no to you but when it came to work… it’s a fifty-fifty.

with a sigh, he sat down on your lap and held the seat in front of you. he used his stand for you to do your business easier.

“a zipper right here? just for me? that’s bold.” you claimed, unzipping his pants right where you need to penetrate.

he didn’t like doing it dry, saying it would just inconvenience you but the quick moan that escaped his lips said otherwise.

the train was going at a speed where you thrusting into him seemed quicker. he covered his mouth with his left hand, not wanting to be heard by the other passengers, still keeping an eye on your target. if he was in the right state of mind, he could’ve just zipped his mouth shut.

unfortunately—or fortunately, he was too deep in pleasure to think of such things.

“hmm!”

“such a good boy, look at you still doing the mission.” you praised as his heart thumped to the same rhythm as your pounding.

“(n-name)…not too f-fast…” he begged, seeming to reach his limit. but as fate would have it, the train came to a halt pushing you deeper inside.

“Ah!” bucciarati yelled out, causing eyes to look back to him.

he thought he would be caught as they definitely made eye contact but they quickly turned around, pretending as if they didn’t see a thing.

“(name).” he said with a stern voice, mad.

“don’t worry! i’m sure they wouldn’t think the boss would send someone that’d have sex behind the train.” you chuckled.

[alfntn]

accepting (most) requests

i'm getting back into writing fanfiction, and would love to have some help from you guys <3

i am currently taking requests from the following fandoms, nsfw and sfw are allowed. please be descriptive with your request <3 i write x reader content, mainly aimed at fem or gn audiences. i hope to expand to masc readers at some point, so feel free to request for masc! readers.

golden kamuy

jojos bizarre adventure (parts 1-8)

berserk

one piece

i am allowed to deny any requests that i feel unsure/uncomfortable about.

please expect some time before the requests are published. i struggle with motivation, but hope to get these done as quick as possible.

xoxo

[esha-isboogara]

perv!bruno

i have more coming i promise

♡bruno is a bit more tame , nsfw that’s abt it

☆perv!bruno who is so ashamed when he has a dirty thought about you. he feels so bad seeing you in such a way after you’ve been nothing but kind to him.

☆perv!bruno who does his best to keep himself civil around you. even when you wear the most revealing of outfits or give him that smile - oh god that smile. no matter what he keeps himself under control.

☆perv!bruno who has filthy dreams about you every single night. he’s been told by abbacchio that he moans your name in his sleep. as embarrassing as it is he’s weirdly glad he has this bit of intimacy with you. even gif it isn’t real.

☆perv!bruno keeps a journal to write down all his most depraved thoughts. he realized he wasn’t able to act upon his urges so he writes it all down in the sacred pages of his book. he guards is under lock and key though so no one will ever find it.

☆perv!bruno who touches himself in the bathroom after you grasp his hands in yours. they’re so small and soft compared to his god he’s so fucking infatuated.

☆perv!bruno who buys you pretty dresses and lingerie but delivered it as a secret admirer. the high he gets from watching you try the garments on is immeasurable. occasionally he’ll catch a glimpse of a lacy bra strap and feel pride because he knows that he got that for you. you are his.

☆perv!bruno who wants to be the best husband he can be while also breeding you over and over again. he just knows you’d be a good slut for him if trained correctly.

[itjazzbicch]

Enough

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Fem Reader

Firs time writing for so I hope I did well!

Summary: Tired of how much Jotaro works, the reader becomes frustrated while trying to get him to take a break and when she seems defeated, Jotaro has other plans…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

(Unprotected sex, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 990

“Jotaro?”

Coming out of the shower, I peaked my head into his office and sure enough, he was still at his desk working.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look, hyper focused, but gosh, he had been there for hours.

“It’s getting late,” I said softly, stepping in and speaking my mind as I took his hand away from the keyboard softly.

He just stared at me, letting me sit on his lap. I didn’t mean any harm, only trying to give some comfort, stroking a strand of hair away from his face.

“You work too hard, you know? Just come to bed, love. You need the sleep.”

“But I’m almost done,” His eyes went right back to his monitor, free hand finding the mouse and I quickly becoming fed up.

“If you’re not tired, we can have some time to ourselves,” In hopes that my sweet tone would maybe convince him to get out of that chair, I became defeated.

He ignored me all together.

My attitude from that was surely present with my deep, frustrated sigh, throwing away the hand that was resting on my thigh:

“Fine then. I’m going to bed.”

Standing up, all I could think about how Jotaro worked literally 24/7. I didn’t even want him to come to bed later.

If he loved work so much, he could sleep in his office chair.

“I told you that I was almost done,” Before I stepped away from the desk, he took my hand, squeezing as it interlocked with mine.

Looking out the corner of my eye, I hated how I could never resist him, letting him guide me back to him as he stood up from his chair.

“Don’t give me that look,” Before I could even speak, his words rolled off his lips and into mine.

His kiss was like the one that made me fall in love with him, mind focused on one thing, the touch and love of his that was too good, starved of it and needing every bit I could have.

I couldn’t control the shaking in my arms when I felt his tongue slip in, gripping his shirt, even gasping a little as he swept me off my feet.

“Jotaro?”

“What?” Leaving the office and heading for our bedroom, I knew that my hopes wouldn’t be crushed this time, “You said that we could have some time to ourselves, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, the sheets cold against my skin when my back met the softness of our bed, his hands so warm while running up my thighs and opening my robe.

“Don’t worry,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide, “I know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Baby-y,”

It felt like it had been ages since I felt this way, nerves already bundled and burning wild with his lips closed around my clit, how hard he was sucking already.

Let alone when his tongue dipped down, up and down, flicking at my clit then pushing inside.

Those bold, blue eyes watched my every move, how I lost myself more and more with every moan.

“Can’t even give me a second, at least?” Even while whining and panting, I poked at him a little, but was silenced by the sight of his clothes disappearing.

“Why? You can sleep in tomorrow,” Crawling on top of me, he never missed a step, cock sliding into me with tight friction, hips rolling at the perfect tempo that I loved.

“It’s just-“ Every word was broken up by moans, unable to remember the last time I felt so stuffed, already pulsating around him, “It’s been a while, Jotaro.”

“I know,” He whispered, lips kissing and sucking at my neck, leading up my jaw as he pressed his chest into mine, “But did you think that I forgot how you like it?”

“No, Jotaro!” Gripping his triceps, my head was deep in the mattress, consciousness swirling from how his hips moved faster, impaling me as my legs wrapped around his waist, giving little room for him to even pull back.

I didn’t even notice how many times I came, how much I was cuming in that moment, nails dragging against his muscles, dizzy and barely able to breathe.

“J-Jotaro!” I was practically screaming at the feeling of his cock brushing my cervix, heart pounding with an ache as his kissed me hard, hearing some groans and rumbles in his chest.

“Come on, baby,” He encouraged, even after how long we’d gone for, “You can give it to me one more time.”

Every pound of his hips had small tears leaking out the corner of my eyes, feeling my insides contract, walls aching with each pulse, but so close to a new high that I had to reach.

“I’m ri-,” I tried to say, panting harder, “I-I’m-“

“Huh?” Meeting my nose, his face was a bit blurry, but I could still tell how deep he was staring into my eyes, pushing my legs towards me some, drilling harder and knocking me over the edge.

“I’m cuming!” I screamed out, gasping with whines as I felt how I squirted all over his cock, making him throb, hearing my heart beat echo in my head.

He tried to hide it, but I could hear the deep groan-ish moan under his breath, moaning right along as his cock found that deep spot, seed spilling into me.

“Hey,” His voice was softly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell previously, only ready to cry again as he whispered, “I love you.”

That’s something he didn’t say often. I knew that he did love me, but when he said it out loud, it overwhelmed my heart.

It made me feel a little guilty for giving him an attitude earlier, but I made sure he knew I felt the same as I smiled softly, picking my head and kissing:

“I love you too.”

[3cremepie3]

Friendship shirt

Jolyne Kujoh x female reader smut 18+

Synopsis - After realizing how you and Jolyne consider yourselves enemies your teacher works on the friendship shirt. A piece of fabric that has you both getting along a lot faster then expected.

Warnings - inexperienced Jolyne, experienced reader, cursing, squirting, dirty talk, praise, cum eating

For the RETROL8VE!COLLAB by @satorhime

“Hopefully this will solve the problem.” Your dance instructor smiled at her the creation of the shirt. “Now go have fun girls.” She pushed you out of her studio.

“Oh my god,” Jolyne groaned. “It won’t be that bad let’s just Veg out,” you suggested. “Where though I’ve been everywhere in this crappy town 20 times over.”

“How about the mall Jojo?” Already been yesterday and don’t call me that.” Everyone else calls you that why can’t I,” you questioned. “Because your not my home girl.”

“We’ll fine then you asshole,” you whispered. “I’m literally attached to you I heard that!” O I forgot about that fact,” you chuckled. Jolyne and you were close together since your teacher had put you in her newest invention the “Friendship Shirt.” A huge shirt with 4 arm holes. It was designed to make you besties by the end of the night. “Let’s just go to my house my parents are gone.”

“Fine,” she agreed. You walked in one detection while she walked in another causing the shirt to tear in half. “Shit Miss is gonna spazz on us,” Jojo panicked. “We just got this too,” you winced.

Your teacher told you both if the shirt was ripped in any way that both of you would be in huge trouble and suspended from your teams for a week. That even included Jolyne with her weightlifting class.

“It’s okay I have a sewing machine at home.” Now let’s pick this up and go,” you directed. You walked the short distance to the bus stop. After taking the bus to your gated community you checked in the front desk.

“Ah Miss L/n and you brought a friend,” the clerk smiled. “While she’s not really my friend but sure,” you told the toll worker. You took a golf cart up to your mansion. “Your house Is awesome Y/n! Do you have a pool?”

“One on the inside one on the outside.” Inside too?” Your parents must be loaded!” Nope, we just got lucky.” Maybe if you cared to learn about me then you would know that they hit the lotto back in “82.”

“You just reminded me to play my numbers.” Afterward, you walked up your long driveway past the bush cut to look like a duck. You didn’t say anything to the way Jojo’s eye lit up when she saw it.

The time to tease her would come later. “Silvia, you called to your maid. “Can you make some snacks for me and my guest here?” Sure Miss L/n,” she agreed.

“Damn you have the whole set a maid and a chauffeur.” You should come over more often maybe we could study together,” you suggested. “And we could take a dip in the pool.”

“Won’t that look suspicious though Y/n.” We are direct competition,” she reminded you. “And besides I have a bunch of shows coming up so I’ll be busy for awhile.”

How could you forget Miss Jolyne the queen of hip hop shows. “Let’s go up to my room and talk about this.” You showed her into you room. “This is the size of our apartment,” she wooed.

“It’s even bigger then the old one we used to have,” you informed her. “We came a long way.” You smiled looking at your assets. “Anyways you can’t just put our dance studio on the back burner Jojo.”

“I sure as hell can.” I got where I am today only because of hip hop.” Dancing didn’t give me shit.” That’s because it takes years to get gigs Jolyne!”

“And I didn’t have money to wait years.” Sorry but I do what I can for me and my mom need to survive.” You know my dad is chessy.”

“Yeah I’m sorry I didn’t take that into consideration.” Well hey years of work really payed off for you.” I mean look your body is amazing.” You saw muscle even through her covered arms.

“Wanna see something cool,” she asked. “Sure.” She began to take off her shirt. “Look I got a tatto.” A colorful butterfly was on her arm. “How pretty.” You felt the inked area.

“I have another it’s in a strange area though.” I still wanna see this work is so awesome.” Just know I told you so.” She took off her bra throwing it somewhere in the corner. She put her arms on her sides leaning back on her hands.

“Um, why are your tits out,” you blushed. “I told you so!” The tat is underneath my boobs you gotta lift them up.” Oh Um wow,” you gulped. “Come on don’t be shy I'm not even used to pretty girls like you touching them.”

“Girls? I didn’t know you where gay Jojo!” My mom always told me you were since you never wore skirts but I saw you sucking that boy off so I didn’t believe it.”

“Oh shit you saw that,” she gasped. “Yup do a better job at locking the door.” My poor innocent eyes where scarred after that,” you frowned. “It couldn’t have been that bad girl take a chill pill.”

“Before that, I never saw anything sexual.” After I got curious and started stealing a lot of magazine. Playboy was my favorite of all those bunnies.” You practically drooled at those memories.” What?! Y/n L/n stealing that doesn’t even sound accurate?

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Like the fact that I already touched tits before.” But I’ve never seen any as perfect as yours.” Since she worked out they were perky and firm. And two big pink areola’s that looked so suckable.

“Hello?” She snapped her fingers getting your attention. “Did you forget about the tattoo?” I mean it is pretty narley maybe you want to see it,” she giggled.

“Oh yeah,” you recollected. You carefully cupped her breast then moved them up so you could see her tattoo. It faded so well on her skin tone a nice lime green and royal blue. The same color of her hair which was naturally that way. But you where distracted by something else right now.

And that was Jolyne’s reaction to your hands. Her breast felt like they where on fire. And her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. “You must be nervous Kujoh your hearts jumping.” You looked up at her.

“Pshh Shutup loser I’m just out of breath.” Glad to know I make you feel this hot baby.”Do the carpet match the drapes? “Just kiss me already stop asking me all of this,” she demanded. “Fine.” You gave in her warmth being shared with you. Her lips where soft grazing against yours.

She was nervous about a girl stealing her first kiss. She took a large breath of air. You took this opportunity to slip your tongue in. She tasted like nerds her favorite candy you always saw her chugging down.

“So sweet,” you moaned through tongue swirls. Things were getting heated her hands fell in your hair pulling you deeper. Jolyne couldn’t believe she gave in so easily to you. She was now making out with her enemy and getting a kick out of it at that.

She noted everything about your body being so close to you. Your aroma that she couldn’t help to sniff and your tiny breaths. You were yet to break away so she did.

She watched your mind hazy and starving. You were fully in the zone leaving her just for a moment. You changed the channel from the golden girls to MTV. Hopefully, they would have some making love songs on.

You crawled back over the area where she was laying on your floor. “Maybe you would like to use my bed,” you proposed. “Oh Um yeah,” she broke out of her trance.

“You look so cute brain all foggy,” you taunted. “Shut up its all your fault anyway.” Her face was coated in a deep blush. “I’ll give you what you want don’t worry.”

You pulled her t-shirt up. It was like she was prepared for this she had no bra on. “Don’t look at me like that there painful I don't like wearing them!” Hmm, it’s like you were made for me,” you insisted.

“I don’t know about that,” she stalled. “Watch this.” Your hand dug into her shorts and panties it only took you a second to find her clit which was already erect for you.

She bit her lip trying to hold in a moan from your touch. But it was too late you already heard it. “See,” you chuckled. You removed her neon shorts and then her panties tossing them somewhere on the floor.

You pushed her further down towards your Queen and Kiss posters. “Sorry but your gonna have to stare at Freddy Mercury the whole time.” You folded her legs into her chest hosting her up high so you could Neal.

She watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand. You neared her pussy spreading her glistening folds. You felt her throb when you touched her clit just barely.

She didn’t want to admit it to her enemy but she was horny just wanting you to eat her already. But you were leaving wet smooches up and down her thighs.

“Gonna mark you so everyone can see how good you felt.” Fuck that just fuck me already,” she begged. Someone’s impatient,” you giggled.

She let out a sigh of relief when your mouth finally latched onto her sucking on her bundle of nerves. Her juices flowed down your chin. “Mmm taste so good.”

You gave it little kitten licks teasing her further. Even though you couldn’t see her face you could tell that it was bunched up. She reached for your head a drove it into her pussy. She practically grounded your face on her cunt groaning at the sensation.

You breathed in your nose still covered in her fluids. Her hands tangled in your hair pushing you in further to the point where you couldn’t breathe. She didn’t care about you only her pleasure. That was the case because she moaned so loud to the point where your chef all the way across your mansion might hear.

You pulled out finally needing air. “Keep going whore,” she spat. “Not even gonna let me breathe feeling that good huh?” She could tell you where smirking at her state but she didn’t care bringing you in again. Your tounge found its way into soaping hole.

You hummed at her taste slightly sweat while your tounge reached as deep as it could. Her toes began to coil as the knot in her stomach began to form. Her body almost folded into a pretzel hurt slightly.

You took your tongue out for a sec slurping her liquids the clash of your saliva and her fluids filled the room with sounds. You wish you could laugh at Jojo's pleads and cry’s right now but you were busy switching back to suck on the bud of her clit lick it was a tip.

She squirted a bit but that wasn’t enough for you so you continued sucking like it was the best-flavored candy. You left off her once again with a pop sound.

She squirted again this time in your mouth. Right after her cum gushed down her thighs. After licking her clean you went to kiss her. Her legs fell down on the bed locking your legs into her waist and pulling you closer. She was satisfied tasting herself twice today on your tongue.

“Admit it.” Huh what are you saying l/n,” she inquired. “That you must be made for me.” You looked her in the eyes as you spoke. She looked away embarrassed to face you. “Yeah maybe your right,” she huffed!

Let's just say the friendship shirt was a more than successful scheme.

[xescaaa]

Do You Still Love me darling?

Ghiaccio x female reader w fem anatomy NSFW CONTENT MDNI 🔞 (I love him so much the lack of soft smut for him is concerning... although i do re read the smuts w him being rough tbh

Warnings: NSFW content , implications of CNC kink, makeup sex,overstimulation,CREAMPIE KIDS PLS STAY SAFE, some car sex, Ghiaccio neglecting reader bc of La Squadra, pussy fingering/ eating, , mating press ,praising and a bit of degrading, missionary, makeup sex, squirting, aftercare ,SOFT GHIACCIO😫, reader is wearing a skirt( sorry for the ones who don't ) and more things which i prolly forgot to add

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You loved your boyfriend lots.You respected his space, and put up with his rants everytime. Both of you were part of La Squadra, which left both of you stressed with work.

Yours and Ghiaccio's relationship mostly included of Ghiaccio coming back from a stressfull mission and him barging in your shared room to fuck you till you couldn't walk, which you loved as you were okay with that.

But...

Ghiaccio had been neglecting your needs lately.

It seemed as if he didn't care about your orgasms and pleasure as he quickly pulled out and left to do something else once he finished.

Like nothing at all.No aftercare and not even a kiss!

You didn't know what to do, all you could do the past few days was to lay on your bed and think if Ghiaccio loved you. You were exhausted of him treating you like some fling.

To your luck, Rissotto, had paired you up with you blue-haired boyfriend.

The car ride back home was quiet, with you and your legs facing towards your door and arms crossed.

Your boyfriend could sense something was wrong from his peripheral vision as he drove.

"What's wrong?" Ghiaccio asked semi annoyed but still with a softer tone.

"Nothing" you answered quickly, still looking away.

"Will you please tell me what's wrong" He said slightly more harshly.

"Do you still love me Ghiaccio"? You asked quickly before feeling a knot on your chest swell up.

Quietness filled the ambience, all that could be heard was the sound of Ghiaccio's car along with other cars on the road.

"What the fuck do you mean if I love you? why are you even wondering about it?" Your boyfriend asked calmly yet a bit angrily due to the question as he slowed down on the road.

"Ghiaccio, you have been spending less time with me lately, when we do spend time together We just fuck, and even when we do fuck, you cum and leave me with no orgasm and no aftercare. I understand that you're busier but it's making me feel unloved and upset" you told him as you faced his way currently.

Ghiaccio stayed quiet, it was rare to see him so quiet as he would usually shout back or just respond.

"I've been neglecting you and making you feel unloved?" He said

"Yes.. Ghiaccio" You said almost in a whisper

"I'm sorry... I promise that I love you cara, I don't know what has taken over me , I promised myself to always not be.. you know too harsh with you, I really do apologize for being an asshole" Ghiaccio said as he adjusted the frames of his glasses before parking in some random spot on the side of the road.

"It's okay.. although I do wish you could've figured it out on your own" You said with a sigh

Next thing, Ghiaccio softly grabbed your chin before pulling you in for a slow yet desperate kiss.

"I'll make sure to be more observant with you next.. I love you" Ghiaccio said before kissing you deeply once more.

You kissed back happily as you ran your fingers through his hair softly, before accidentally moaning slightly into the kiss causing you to pull away from the kiss embarrasingly

Ghiaccio chuckled slightly as he started softly running his fingers across your thigh and grabbing your inner thigh, massaging it enough for you to get wet and let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Oh and about all those orgasms I didn't give you.. let me make it up to you, Ok mi bellisima troia? ( my beautiful slut )" Ghiaccio said as he started rubbing circles on your clothed clit as he slowly kissed your neck.

All you could do was nod and release a soft moan from your boyfriend pleasuring you.

After moving your panties to your side, Ghiaccio motioned for you to get on the backseat of his car. After doing so he placed himself between your legs, placing soft kisses on both of your thighs.

"Mmm let me eat that pretty pussy of yours okay?" Ghiaccio said

Before you could answer, Ghiaccio was already licking across your slit which earned a whine from you.

"F- fuck Ghiaccio" you said weakly as you ran your fingers through his hair as he slowly twirled his tounge on your swollen aching clit.

"Shit cara.. how did I allow my selfishness to get in the way of me and that pretty cunt of yours Hai un sapore così buono ( you taste so good )"

"Ghia! it feels so good! you moaned loudly as you started grinding on his face while he licked all of your cunt not leaving one part untouched by his lips.

"Such a pretty needy thing" Your boyfriend teased as he inserted two of his fingers inside of your soaking pussy.

Your boyfriend sucking on your clit all while he hit that right spot in your pussy with his long slender fingers and him groaning into your pussy was too much.

Feeling the pressure building in your core all you could do was sob and trash in your boyfriend's car before your orgasm hit you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you squirted on your boyfriends face and moaned loudly.

Before being able to fully finish your first orgasm, you could feel the tip of your boyfriend's cock line up the entrance of your overstimulated cunt.

"Ghia, It's too much" you say with a whine as he slowly pushes himself in, fuck his cock was huge and your pussy was fluttering around it, it was embarrassing how needy you were for your boyfriend.

"Shhhh amore, Remember I told you I would makeup for those orgasms I didn't give you right?" Your boyfriend said as he grabbed one of your tits and started playing with it as he pulled you in for another makeout session.

That makeout session was ended when your boyfriend fully pushed his cock and started slowly thrusting in your pussy, which was making loud squelching noises which made you cover your face in embarrasment.

"Don't cover your face bella, don't hide how good my cock makes you feel" Ghiaccio said before pinning your hands above your head, exposing you completely.

Ghiaccio started sliding his cock in and out your soaking pussy, slowly but each time with a sastifying force which made your blood rush to your cheeks and the pressure on your core increase. With every thrust he hit that one delicious spot which was now overstimulated but still welcoming his cock in as it throbbed and fluttered around it.

"Bella I wanna try something that I know will make you feel good my bellisima troia" Ghiaccio said before pushing both of your knees till they hit your chest in a mating press.

"Fuck don't think I can be gentle any longer my pretty troia" Ghiaccio said before theusting in and out of you at an animalistic way which made you see starts and go your thinking go away.

All you could focus on was how he rubbed your pretty clit and how his cock was made perfectly for your pussy as it hit every spot perfectly.

Ghiaccio couldn't help his cock from throbbing with the way your pussy squeezed around his cock, your face contorted with such beautiful erotic expressions, and you moaning out his name was all it needed for him to rub on your clit faster causing you to gush around his cock once more as he creampied your pretty pussy.

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"Here is a blanket, it's cold" Ghiaccio said as he brought you on top of his chest , wrapping the blanket around you as he kissed your forehead.

"Once again i'm sorry for how I acted with you amore" He said as he wrapped his arms around you.

"It's okay Ghia" you said with a giggle.

HEY GUYS IM BACK!!! SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING TYSM FOR READING MWAH MWAH

[chrollohearttags]

nightgowns vs. lingerie

how they like their pretty little gifts packaged.

content + themes: riding, backshots, mirror sex, missionary, finger sucking, spanking/slapping, clothes ripping, some other thangs.

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nightgowns

he personally has no time to waste on untying harnesses and bows..don’t get him wrong, you look good in your little lace teddies and Fenty sets. Hair styled and makeup done to the tee. But it’s not needed..he’ll just end up smearing it before the night’s end. So it’s only natural he prefers you in that $10 dollar ensemble from a Walmart rack with your silk bonnet on. No panties underneath and your big tits and ass swaying freely….makes for much easier access when it’s late night and he’s in a mood. One minute, you’re standing at the bathroom mirror brushing your teeth, the next you’re on your knees, sucking his dick. Letting him make an absolute mess of your freshly washed face. From there, he’s bending you over with a fistful of that nightgown curled in between his fingers. He’s pounding you from the back, leaving heavy handed slaps on your ass and forcing you to look at how pretty you look taking him. Even in your simplest form. “Ah-haaa…fuck me..” moaning through the three fingers hooked into the side of your cheek. That recoil and creamy pussy is driving him insane and he’s so glad he didn’t have to rip off any pesky underwear to get it. It’s even easier to hoist it over your head and render you completely nude before carrying to the bedroom to continue his fun. From laying on your side, lifting your leg and hitting it the way he wants. You two end up having the nastiest sex that night because he can’t control himself! Overstimulating you over and over until you’re a squirting mess all over his sheets. “Told you not to wear this thing around me, baby..you look so fucking sexy..” And It always hits different after he’s gotten some weed or alcohol in his system or it’s been a long day. Yeah, you may have been embarrassed at first wearing it around him but he loves that damn thing and loves you even more!

eren, ony, connie, reiner, choso, nanami, sukuna, ace, zoro, draken, mikey, law, rengoku, toji, usopp, hanegezuka, tengen, avdol, aran, bokuto, aomine, kagami + anyone else you’d like

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lingerie

he prefers taking his time to disrobe you. There’s something so elegant to him about seeing your pretty body wrapped in some sultry two piece he brought as a gift…corsets, bras, fishnets, heels..the works. He’s a man of couth and class so he loves his women all the same. Watching you strut into the bedroom in those tall shoes. You start to do a little striptease for him but he wants to enjoy this for himself. Tracing his fingertips up and down the curvature of your body..rubbing your nipples through the material of your leather and lace until he peels them off. “Mmmm..so pretty, baby. Looks so good on you.” His lips are tracing delicately down your skin and one by one, he unravels the layers. Licking and nipping at your flesh in the same breath. He knows the anticipation is killing you. That much is apparent by the faint scent of your heat hitting his nostrils and the blatant wetness drummed up from his fingertips. “Sorry, my love. Just let me take my time.” Oh, he’s having a blast turning you into a dribbling mess; once he’s got you to the point of brimming tension and near release, he finally rips them away and gets down to business. Lying you on the mattress, spreading your legs wide open and devouring your pussy until you’re trembling..trickling down his chin. Only after removing your thong with his teeth. Holding your hands and allowing those heels to scathe his back before they coil around his neck. Trust, all of his foreplay is coming to good use because by the time he’s inside of you, you’re gripping him like you never want him to leave it. “You look so beautiful…just like this.” Feeding you deep, passionate strokes. Telling you how gorgeous you are and giving you tons of praise . He’s going equally as slow as he was in the entire arousal process..a gentle clutch around your throat and you suckling on his fingers, it’s a prefect sight. Especially with that multicolored material shifted down to your tummy, serving as the ideal harness. Reigning you on his cock when he speeds up. He’s getting so close he can barely even keep pace; drumming up splatters of squirt from within you. He’s damn near ripped that lingerie from your frame and although he planned for this to be an intimate, passion filled evening of love making, he can’t but help but to get a little salacious after seeing you all dolled up, just for him.

gojo, geto, jean, erwin, levi, shinichiro, mitsuya, hisoka, chrollo, jotaro, sanji, giyuu, shanks, mihawk, aokiji, alucard + anyone else you’d like to add.