tohsri

[tohsri]

IF POSSIBLE, HAZAMADA X READER PLEASE! ITS ALL UP TO YOU! JUST HAZAMADA! YES I LIKE THIS CREEP! THANK YOU! 🫶🫶🫶

LOL OKAY ❤️ this is for whatever hazamada fans there are out there hahaha i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <333

Hazamada has no game whatsoever at first.

He tries to flirt with you by quoting manga lines or complimenting your "aura" like he’s in a shōjo manga.

“Y-Your presence has… a very cinematic quality.”

You: “Aww… thanks?”

He goes home and SCREAMS into a pillow because you were NICE BACK.

He totally rehearses how to ask you out in front of a mirror with Surface mimicking your voice.

When he finally does it in real life, it’s stiff and rushed and awkward- but honest.

“I like you!! A lot. I think you’re cool and you make me nervous and it’s annoying but I still wanna hang out more.”

You say yes and he nearly passes out.

He’s surprisingly intense when it comes to affection. Not clingy- but devoted.

He doesn’t fall in love easily, but when he does, it’s real.

You are his person, full stop. He doesn’t want anyone else.

He draws you ALL the time. Sketches of you while you're talking, eating, sitting at your desk...

Even if he doesn’t show them to you right away, he’s got whole notebooks of “you studies.”

(You find them one day. He panics and goes, “DON’T LOOK AT THOSE I MESSED UP YOUR EYES.”)

Hazamada takes you on weirdly specific dates.

Like going to a traditional calligraphy exhibit. Or a vintage toy store. Or just walking around Morioh and rating graffiti.

“This one’s mid. But I respect the commitment to the bit.”

He pretends to be cool in public but literally melts when you do anything soft.

If you fix his collar or hold his hand first, he turns pink and looks at the ground.

He gets so flustered he can’t talk for like 10 seconds.

He overthinks everything.

If you don’t text back right away, he spirals and thinks you hate him.

But instead of bugging you about it, he sulks quietly until you reassure him.

He is SO DRAMATIC when he’s jealous.

Like if someone flirts with you, he’ll go full Shakespeare mode.

“Do they not see your hand is already held? Must I carve it into the sky?”

You: “…you could just say you’re jealous, babe.”

Him: “NEVER.”

He hypes you up like he’s your publicist.

“My partner? The coolest, smartest, funniest person in the prefecture. Maybe the whole planet.”

Physical affection doesn’t come naturally to him, but when he does initiate it, it’s so genuine.

Little things like brushing your hair behind your ear, fixing your scarf, or holding your wrist instead of your hand because it’s less scary.

His FAVORITE THING is laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair.

He’ll never ask for it, but if you offer? His soul leaves his body. He’s just a puddle of content sighs and fluttery eyes.

He actually gives great hugs- tight, warm, slightly desperate. Like he’s trying to memorize you in his arms.

Gets you little thoughtful gifts he pretends are “no big deal.”

A pen that matches your favorite color. A tiny notepad with frogs because you said you liked frogs once.

He tosses it at you like “here whatever” but his ears are burning.

Hazamada has a hidden soft spot for your hobbies.

He will sit for hours watching you paint/bake/game/whatever you’re into with the most serious look like he’s studying a masterpiece.

He secretly writes poems about you but burns them in embarrassment.

You read one once and he begged you not to tell anyone.

It was bad. It was also the cutest thing you’ve ever read in your life.

[tohsri]

Twelve Roses - J.K.

Dom!Jotaro Kujo x Sub!Fem Reader

Modern au porn with plot containing: Smut, overstimulation, bondage, piv, oral (m and f receiving), use of pet names (baby, lovely, sweet girl, etc.), praise, degradation, dacryphilia, harddom!Jotaro, softdom!Jotaro towards the end

All characters 18+

If I need to add anything, please let me know!!

Divider credits to: @cafekitsune and @dollywons

You were needy to say the least. Jotaro had been gone for six days now, and to make matters worse, you still had one more day to go. He was away on business, in some corner of the earth thousands of miles away, leaving you to suffer without him.

You laid in your shared bed, inhaling what little of his scent was left on the pillows. Your body trembled, your legs squeezing shut as you tried your hardest not to let you mind wander to those memories.

One of his large hands trailing up your thigh, the other holding your wrists above your head-

But no, you can't let yourself think of him even more. Jotaro had given you clear instructions for his absence.

"It's not going to be that long, lovely, I promise." He assured, kissing your head.

You were tucked in his large arms, sweaty, bare after finishing, mere hours before his flight was to leave. Your body too weak to even argue with him about it, knowing it's going to feel like an eternity no matter what.

"You know what to do, baby, call me if you need me. If I don't pick up, have patience. You'll be okay."

But he didn't pick up and you didn't have patience. You know how upset Jotaro would be seeing you like this on your shared bed. Fingers buried deep in folds, tears streaming down and suffocating yourself with his pillow. You voice cried out for a man who wasn't even on the same continent.

The drawer of toys was far from your mind as you strained your wrist trying to reach the spots he could effortlessly stimulate. Crying, you pushed through, begging for some form of release.

Panting, sweating and feeling tortured, your body refused to grant you any grace. You continued, thrusting, secretly knowing it would be useless without Jotaro.

Eyes clamped shut, still struggling, you didn't notice the doorknob opening.

"Sweetheart, I was-"

Your eyes shot open, grasping for blanket to cover your shameful body. It was too late, however, Jotaro had already seen the sins you were commiting against him.

He stood in the doorway, in shock, holding a bouquet of roses, countless bags from your favorite stores, and a couple foreign packages. His large frame almost encompassed the frame, his face looking both angry and disappointed.

"You had one rule," Jotaro said coldly

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Youre not fucking sorry."

He sat your gifts down, not caring to even place them anywhere or even close the door.

Your body shuddered as he walked towards you, scarily calm. As he stood next to the bed, you instinctively backed away.

"Explain to me what you were doing just now. For your sake, I hope you weren't doing what I think you were."

You looked up at him, your mind spinning, trying to think of an excuse. Your mouth opened with no words coming out.

"Are you having trouble, darling? Because I can tell you what I think you were doing if that helps."

"I-I just missed you. I couldn't stand being by myself and when you didn't pick up the phone to help me, I just couldn't take it anymore," You sobbed out.

"So? You decided to take it upon yourself? How did that work out for you?"

The tears refused to stop, completely preventing your attempts to answer.

"Fucking slut, you're too dumb to even use the toys I left you. I wonder, did you get anywhere with your tiny fingers?" Joraro asked, picking up your hands.

You shook your head no, the embarrassment engulfing you. Suddenly, a harsh smack fell on your small hands.

"My stupid, slutty girl. What am I gonna do with you?" Jotaro asked, ripping the blanket from you.

A small yelp escaped as he effortlessly picked you up bridal style. He carried you only a few steps to the entrance way of the room. Almost throwing you down on the floor, Jotaro grabbed a handful of your hair.

"Look at all the pretty things I got you, sweet girl. Don't you like them?"

Confused, you nodded.

"Do you think a little disobedient whore like you deserved to be spoiled like this?"

You met his eyes, unsure of what to do next. You slowly shook your head no.

"I agree, lovely. I thought I would come home to you waiting patiently, being a good girl for me. I was so happy to be able to get back to you early. You can imagine how upset I was to see you like this."

A harsh slap landed on your face causing more tears to form.

Jotaro's voice started to grew louder, "You don't think I felt impatient? You don't think I needed you too? You're fucking selfish. You couldn't even wait for me to answer a phone call before you fucked yourself."

Another slap, only this one to your thigh.

"I could make you earn everything back. You're lucky I'm just making you earn your flowers."

Confused you met his angry gaze again.

Jotaro didn't reply, he simply carried you back to the bed. Slamming you down, he threw your legs open. Two fingers slammed into your core without warning. He harshly pumped them faster and faster.

"How many are there?"

"Hm?" You whined, confused.

"Roses, baby, tell me how many there are."

"T-Twelve, there's twelve."

"Good girl, you're not completely stupid. Now, you're going to earn every single one of them, understood?"

You nodded, struggling to prepare yourself as Jotaro continued his assault on your core. Another slap crashed onto your clitoris as he curled his large fingers to meet your sweet spot. His tongue met your still stinging clit and he wrapped his lips around the swollen bud. He continued lapping up your juices and harshly slamming his fingers into you.

You cried out, your fingers tangled in his black curls. Your orgasm crashed over you, leaving your legs shaking and more tears flowing from your eyes.

"That's one, love, eleven more to go."

His mouth moved to yours as he pushed his tongue to meet yours. You could taste yourself on him as he removed his fingers, leaving you empty.

Jotaro flipped face down, forcing you to an arch. You heard the drawer of your bedside table open, then a distinct vibration and the unraveling of ropes.

He plunged one head of the two-headed vibrator into your aching hole, the other head pressed to your clit. A cruel slap landed on your ass, then another, and another. The still clothed man began binding your wrists with efortless precision as you squirmed.

Jotaro once again gripped your hair, jerking your head up. "Be a good girl and you'll be rewarded, understood?"

Not giving you a chance to answer, he released your hair and lost your head fall to its original position.

Soon, your ass was a deep red and your juices leaked down your legs. Everytime you moved even an inch out of the arch, Jotaro threatened to extend the punishment. You cried out many times, claiming it was too much, only to be met with a harsh, "If it was too much you would use your safeword, slut."

You were soon on number seven- no, eight of the twelve. Still in the painful arch, your body breaking from the pleasure. Your brain was broken, only mindless moans and babbles fell from your lips. Jotaro watched your writhing body, a small tinge of guilt plagued him. Though he knew you needed to learn your lesson, he took pity on you.

You felt the restraints loosen as your ninth orgasm fell over you. Jotaro had slid the toy out shortly after. He was now bare, his enormous erection leaking and red. He pulled you from the position with much more love than before.

As he laid you down on the mattress, he made his way on top of you. He moved your sweat covered hair from your face and gently wiped away your tears.

"My pretty girl, you're doing so well. Taking everything I give you, huh? I think I sweet girl like you deserves a reward for her last few."

Jotaro gently spread your legs again and pushed himself inside of you.

Despite the toy causing your body to loosen, his impressive length still stretched you. Jotaro slowly thrusted into your overstimulated pussy.

He kneaded your breast, his mouth meeting the other. He swirled his tongue around your nipple as his fingers rolled the other. He continued to thrust gently, taking care not to hurt you.

His mouth let up, "You know it hurts me more than it does when I have to do this to you, darling."

His thrusts started growing faster as he continued,

"I hate having to hurt you, you're my sweet girl. Just please, love, follow my directions, imagine how good I would make you feel if you did."

His pace started to go even faster. Your walls clenched around him and the tenth orgasm made your brain melt farther.

You were in oblivion at this point, if you weren't cockdrunk before, you definitely were now. Jotaro rubbed your clit as he continued thrusting, coaxing the eleventh out of you.

As the final orgasm flooded you, Jotaro pulled out and immediately held you close. Reaching to the nightstand, he found your water bottle and made you take quick sips. Kissing your head, he picked you up again.

He carried you bridal style to your shared bathroom. He started a warm bath and wiped you down in the meantime.

"You were such a good girl. You took everything I gave you so well, my darling. Im so proud of my angel." Jotaro whispered, pecking sweet kisses to your tired lips between words.

He slid you into the bath, making sure to add bubbles and a bath bomb beforehand. He gently washed your body, making sure to leave small kisses everywhere.

Quietly, you looked to him, "You never finished."

"I know, lovely, but I'm not worried about that. You've had too much as it is."

"No, let me help"

After some pleading, Jotaro knelt in front of you.

You took his length in your hands and mouth. Tongue exploring the large shaft and hands massaging everywhere your mouth couldn't fit.

Knowing how spent you were, Jotaro thursted just enough to achieve a good rhythm. You hollowed your cheeks around him. Your tongue trailed up and down, landing on the head. His head was already thrown back, moans escaping his mouth.

He released into your mouth, despite how utterly exhausted you were, you knew to swallow every last drop.

Jotaro cleaned himself off and finished washing your body. He dried and dressed you, carrying you back to your bed.

Making sure you had drank more water and had a small snack, Jotaro let you fall asleep as he held you tightly.

"I love you, sweet girl." He quietly spoke as he placed a kiss to your sleeping head.

Ahh, it's been a minute! I hope it's good, I am a tad rusty after all. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!!

[tohsri]

a coupole other jojos things i drew that arent really worth posting on their own

[tohsri]

Crossing the Line

You have been Joseph Joestar's trusted secretary for years. What happens when, while he's drunk, he makes a move on you ?

WARNINGS, SMUT AHEAD, 18+ ONLY :

Cheating, couch sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Read on AO3 here

How does one begin to describe Joseph Joestar?

Perhaps you were biased, but you would say he was hardworking and passionate. Having started his real estate company on his own, it was easy to say he was hardworking. His passion bled into his work, making connections with various local realtors to sweep them into his workforce. He was known throughout New York City as the top real estate tycoon, and everyone knew better than to compete with him.

With his reputation, it only made sense that he would hire a secretary who could keep up with him. Fresh out of college, you applied for his company, going through all three rounds before interviewing with the big man himself. During your undergrad, you had done two different internships at high-ranking companies, and Joseph was impressed by that. He had hired you on the spot, and three years later you were still working for him.

Being his secretary, you kept track of his calendar, scheduled meetings between him and clients, and served as a liaison whenever he was traveling or out of the office. The real estate field was a fast-moving one, and you were able to jump over every hurdle that was thrown at you. Joseph never had to finish his request before you had told him it was already done, which he was relieved about. Everyone in the office joked that you were somehow able to read his mind, but you had just learned his habits and how he ran his business. Others in the real estate field described you as his “right-hand man”, and you had accepted the compliment with pride.

While most people would have turned their nose at the title of “secretary”, you knew you were more than that. Joseph paid you well, he respected you, and often let you assist him with making important decisions. The two of you had developed a mutual trust and respect that left you happy and wanting to remain working with him. A small part of you had a crush on him, but you pushed the thought aside daily. How could you not fall for him? He was handsome, charismatic, and, well, rich.

He came in every morning dressed in a finely pressed suit, a grin on his face. His brown hair had been cut shorter, now slicked back from his forehead. Warmth always radiated from his dark green eyes, fixated on you as he greeted you before slipping into his office. Although he was now in his thirties, he still had a muscular form, and you admired the way his shoulders stretched his suit jacket and dress shirts. He also always smelled expensive, and the smell of his cologne would linger for hours after you left work.

Despite being a huge distraction, you kept a professional wall between yourself and Joseph because he was married. You had heard the story shortly after you had started, and you had swooned over it. His wife, Suzi Q, had taken care of him after a plane accident he had been in, and the two had fallen in love and married in Italy before moving to New York. He always spoke fondly about her, his expression softening and hearts sprouting in his eyes. A part of you was jealous, but you weren’t sure if you were jealous of her or jealous of what they had.

You had been introduced to Suzi at the annual Christmas party that the Joestars hosted. She was a beautiful woman, adorned in luxurious jewelry and dress as she navigated the crowds. When she spotted you, she was quick to bustle over to you and pull you into a tight hug.

“I’ve heard so much about you! My husband speaks so fondly of you.”

Now that Suzi was up close, you took the time to study her face. Her blonde hair was styled in waves, framing her delicate face. Her pouty lips wore an exquisite shade of red, and her sharp cheekbones were highlighted with a dusting of blush. Her blue eyes were wide, blinking expectantly at you as she waited for you to speak.

“Mrs. Joestar, it is a pleasure to meet you. Mr. Joestar talks fondly about you too.”

She laughed, waving her hand.

“Please, call me Suzi.”

She led you towards the bar, wrapping an arm around you.

“My husband is a difficult man to keep up with. His mind works fast, and sometimes he can’t keep up. I appreciate knowing that he’s in good hands.”

She ordered two glasses of champagne before turning back to you.

“He’s a good man. Please continue to be patient with him.”

When the bartender brought your drinks, you turned to face Suzi.

“Of course.”

With that you clinked your glasses, toasting to the success of Joseph’s company before engaging in small talk. From that moment on, you began seeing Suzi more in the office. She often stopped by during Joseph’s lunch, either bringing him a home cooked meal or dragging him out to eat. Sometimes, if he wasn’t too busy, she would stop by to see him and spend some time with him. Whenever she dropped by you would greet her with a smile and let her enter, regardless if he was busy or not. Knowing Joseph, he would drop everything he was doing the second his wife walked through the door.

But while Joseph was good at putting on the loyal husband front, you knew otherwise. He was notorious in your office for being a flirt, often hiring young interns and only seeking out attractive realtors to work alongside him. Word spread among the real estate world that he was a womanizer, and many women tried their hardest to work with him just to get a chance to get his attention.

At the beginning, you just assumed Joseph was being friendly. He was kind to everyone, and you figured he was just being a gentleman with the women. However, you quickly realized he was flirting, especially when he would disappear with some of the women for periods of time. Sometimes he would abruptly ask you to clear his calendar last minute, a beautiful woman peeking out of his office before he scuttled back in. You always looked the other way, doing as he said and keeping his secrets close to your chest.

The random office visits from Suzi began to make sense. She had played her role as the loving wife well, but you began to piece together that she was popping in randomly to see if Joseph was up to no good. Her face appeared serene when she swept in, but you could see the tension in her shoulders. The dirty looks that the female employees gave her didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you simply buried yourself into your work to avoid the work drama.

Joseph had never directly addressed the rumors with you, but had pulled you into his office randomly. You had been working with him for half a year, and had begun to hear the rumors about him. Worried you had messed up, you meekly walked into his office and sank into the chair in front of his desk.

“Why do you look so afraid? Cheer up!”

He had laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his large leather chair.

“I just wanted to have a quick chat with you. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.”

You had relaxed slightly, nodding to let him know he could continue.

“I just wanted to make it clear that, if I ever request anything regarding my calendar last minute, that you won’t question it or make it public.”

Your eyes had widened.

“O-of course not, Mr. Joestar. It’s not my place to do so.”

“Good! Glad to hear we’re on the same page.”

He had sent you on his way, and you realized on your way home that night that he had basically told you I know you know I’m fooling around, but please keep it to yourself.

Ironically, around that time, the whispers around Joseph ramped up. You began hearing that he was sleeping with his employees, with a few of the trysts happening in the office. Certain interns always showed up outside of his office, knocking quickly before slipping in. They always left looking slightly disheveled, faces happy and loopy as they stumbled back to their desk. Joseph would step out not long after, adjusting his tie and hair before turning to smile at you and asking about his next meeting.

A few of the interns began approaching you, smiling widely at you before clasping their hands behind their back.

“Hi. You’re the secretary, right?”

You would nod slowly, crossing your arms as you waited for them to continue.

“Mr. Joestar wants you to schedule a meeting with me for two today. We need to . . . catch up on a project he assigned me to.”

Project. Right.

You realized after some time that he had a type - young, innocent looking, and pretty. Most of them were long legged with tiny waists and curves in all the right places, making you feel self conscious. They all talked the same, had similar gestures, and weren’t the brightest crayons in the box. But who were you to judge, right?

Suzi’s visits began to ramp up, and there were a few close calls. One intern had begun walking towards the office, but upon seeing Suzi immediately turned around and scampered back to her cubicle. You weren’t sure if Suzi had noticed or pretended not to, as she greeted you normally as always before slipping into Joseph’s office. His walls were thick to keep sound from escaping, but you could still hear them arguing from time to time.

Your three years with him passed, and with it continued the rotating door of realtors and interns. You kept his secrets close, pretending not to notice anything when asked and minding your own business. Joseph continued to pay you well, occasionally giving you bonuses during periods where you had cleared his calendar a lot. A part of you wondered why he hadn’t made a pass at you (what was wrong with you?!), but you figured Joseph didn’t want to lose the best secretary he had ever had (not to toot your own horn).

***

It wasn’t uncommon for Joseph to take potential clients out for fancy dinners, and you would often stay late at the office to prepare the reports and paperwork for the meeting the next morning. He liked to woo the clients, getting to know them on a personal level and using it to his advantage when trying to persuade them to invest in his company. Tonight was one of those nights, with a group of foreign investors hoping to purchase some of his commercial properties to expand their businesses. He had set the reservation for six, and had stopped by your desk on his way out.

“Oh, good! You already got a start on the reports.”

You looked up, stapler in one hand as you nodded at him.

“Yes sir, I will leave them organized on your desk.”

He grinned, reaching out with his thumb and pointer finger to grab your chin.

“What would I do without you?”

You flushed, glancing away as you cleared your throat.

“I-if anything changes, please call the office. I will be here for a while.”

“Don’t stay too late! You deserve to have a night for yourself.”

He glanced at this watch, eyes widening as he began rushing towards the elevator.

“You work too hard! Go home early!”

Instead of obeying your boss, you ended up staying late to prepare the reports, stapling them and carefully placing them in folders for each individual investor. You also went about printing out additional information that Joseph could use during his pitch, taking the time to scan the pages and highlighting important details that he would point out. Sometimes he got too excited and got carried away, so you neatly scribbled notes for him to serve as reminders to focus on certain key details.

It was nearing ten when you began to finish up, carefully grabbing each folder and walking back and forth between your desk and Joseph’s meeting room. You prepared everything, wiping down the table and making sure tissues and hand sanitizer were available. The snack boxes were empty, so you wandered down to the kitchen and grabbed a variety. Room temperature water bottles were placed on the table, and you made a mental note to grab some cold ones in the morning. Stepping back, you assessed the room and deemed it good enough, nodding and heading back to your desk to gather your belongings and head home.

The ding of the elevator startled you, but you figured it was just the cleaning crew coming in for the night. Humming to yourself, you turned the corner and stopped in your tracks.

It was not the cleaning crew, but your boss. He was shrugging out of his jacket, stumbling over his feet as he leaned against your desk for support. The dinner must have gone well, as he was drunk off his ass.

“Mr. Joestar?”

His head swiveled towards yours, a slow grin crossing his face.

“Why are you still here? I told you to go home!”

Yeah, he was definitely drunk.

You slowly approached him.

“The dinner went so well. I kept the drinks coming, and they loosened up so much they agreed to the deal without any doubts.”

Joseph laughed to himself, finally ridding himself of his jacket and throwing it onto your desk. His eyes followed its path before moving up to slowly look at you.

“I’m guessing you got everything done since you’re here so late?”

“Yes sir, I just finished setting up the conference room. Everything is ready for tomorrow.”

“You are the best, have I ever told you that?”

He leaned back against your desk, wobbling slightly as he tried to balance against it.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, stop! Please, call me Joseph. You’ve worked for me long enough.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks.

“S-sure, Joseph.”

His whole face brightened upon hearing his name tumble from your lips.

“There you go! Was that so hard?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out. He seemed even happier, and his face reminded you of a puppy’s.

All that was missing was the wagging tail.

“You work too hard. Have I told you that?”

“Yes, Joseph, you have.”

He went quiet for a second, eyes glazing over. You assumed the alcohol was catching up to him, and you began quietly plotting your escape.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”

Your head whipped up to look at him, eyes going wide.

“W-what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, giving you a sheepish smile.

“You’re gorgeous. I always want to tell you every morning when I come in. You’re always dressed so well and look so radiant.”

It felt as if your entire body was on fire. Where was this coming from?!

“Er, th-thank you, Joseph.”

The room went silent as you two stared at each other. You shuffled your feet awkwardly, wondering if he was going to reveal more.

“I’m sorry I haven’t given you as much attention as the other girls.”

“Mr. Joestar!” you gasped, hand flying to your mouth.

“Sorry, too much?” he asked shyly.

He pushed himself off your desk, slowly making his way towards you. As he got closer, you felt your body shrinking underneath his massive size.

“You are the best secretary in existence. I don’t want to mess that up, so I keep you at arm’s length.”

Joseph came to a stop a foot away from you, his feet nearly touching yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in to whisper to you.

“But it’s been so hard to stay away after three years.”

A shiver ran up your spine at how close he was. You took a step back, eyes wide as your mind scrambled to come up with an answer. He seemed pleased, grinning down at you as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Sorry, it’s the alcohol talking. I know it’s not an excuse for being inappropriate, but -”

“N-no! It’s okay,” you said quietly.

Just like earlier today, his thumb and pointer finger grabbed at your chin.

“Good girl.”

By whatever God was above!

Another shiver ran through your body.

“U-um, should I drive you home, sir?”

The smile was wiped off his face, and he shook his head furiously.

“No! Suzi Q will be livid. She hates when I get drunk for work.”

You cocked your head to the side. Joseph had drank at work functions before, and you had even seen his wife do the same. While work dinners were part of his job, you had never seen or heard that Joseph was getting sloshed at each one.

He rubbed his chin in thought.

“I guess I can stay here until I sober up. The couch in my office is pretty comfy.”

“Are you sure? We can stop and get you a coffee or something.”

He shook his head again, letting out a drawn out sigh.

“No, I don’t want to have you roped into the inevitable argument. You hear enough when she comes to visit.”

You frowned. It was your turn to cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, you should be able to sober up comfortably. I’m sure the couch is comfortable, but if you sleep through the night, it won’t look good for your new clients.”

His eyes went wide.

“Huh. You have a point.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I guess we can try a coffee. I drank a lot though, I’m not sure if I’ll sober up quickly.”

His gaze shifted over towards the hallway.

“Whoops, nature’s calling. Be right back. Get your things, and then we’ll go.”

You watched as Joseph stumbled off towards the hallway and towards the bathroom. Once you heard the door close, you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The whole exchange had you on edge, and you were relieved to see it was coming to a close. While you waited for Joseph to return, you grabbed your belongings and sat back down at your desk.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

His face looked clearer and more alert as he walked towards you. Impressed, you opened your mouth to compliment him but he stumbled over his feet again.

“Damn it. I thought pissing would help.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you handed him his jacket.

“Come, I’m parked in the garage.”

The elevator ride down was silent. Your mind was reeling at the fact that you were in close quarters with your boss outside of work hours. Joseph seemed unfazed, humming to himself as the doors slid open, revealing the parking lot. He followed you silently as you walked through the empty garage, grabbing your keys from your purse and unlocking your car. Joseph slid into the passenger seat as you placed your belongings in the back before sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Okay! Where to?”

You turned to look at Joseph, opening your mouth but quickly shutting it when an idea popped into your head.

“Mr. Joestar -”

“Joseph.”

“R-right, Joseph. Would you be alright with sobering up at my apartment?”

You didn’t live too far from the office, and since you handled so much of his personal matters, you knew he didn’t live too far either. He could have some coffee from your machine, and if he needed sleep he could take the guest room and slip out early to freshen up before work.

“Do you mind my company?”

“No, of course not,” you frowned. “Plus, I have a coffee machine.”

“Alright, you sold me!”

You pulled out of your parking spot and made your way out of the garage and towards your apartment. The drive, much like the elevator ride, was silent. Your music was playing softly in the background, and the both of you didn’t speak until you were pulling into your apartment’s garage.

“Well, here we are.”

Joseph trailed behind you as you climbed the stairs to the second floor, following you down the hallway into your unit. You unlocked the door, stepping aside and gesturing for him to step inside. His eyes took in your small entryway, studying the shoe rack before slipping off his loafers and placing them neatly on the top. He slowly stepped forward, taking in your living room before turning to look at you.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get started on the coffee.”

Joseph sat down on the couch while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You were nervous to have your boss in your home, especially since you knew his own home was much nicer than yours. Each nervous glance you sent his way showed that he was looking around curiously, studying your home. Once the coffee was ready, you poured it into a mug and handed it to him.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

“Thanks, doll.”

He blew on the coffee, raising his eyebrows.

“You have a nice place. I’m glad to see your raises have helped out.”

“Thank you,” you replied.

After blowing for a minute, he took a long sip. He let out a long sigh at the end.

“That’s damn good coffee.”

He placed the mug on your coffee table and turned to look fully at you.

“Thank you for this. I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Joseph. You’ve already done enough for me.”

“Take the week off. I mean it!”

You hesitated before speaking.

“Are you still drunk?”

He laughed, waving a hand dismissively.

“That one sip has sobered me up more. I’m heading towards tipsy now.”

His face suddenly got serious, and he began leaning forward.

“I meant every word I said while I was drunk earlier. You are gorgeous, and I do wish you could let me take care of you.”

“Y-you already take care of me,” you swallowed nervously.

“You know what I mean.”

The tension in the air suddenly became heavy. You bit your lip, studying his face as your mind began to race. Did you really want to cross that line? This was your boss who was married - you had even met his wife! It didn’t matter that you knew he was a womanizer and that he had expressed interest in you. Were you ready for the possible consequences that came with it?

“No one will find out,” he assured you. “This stays between us. Nothing will happen in the office.”

His large hand came to cup your cheek, and you instinctively leaned into it.

“I won’t treat you any different at work. I just . . . I need a taste.”

Maybe you just needed a taste too.

You closed the gap between you two, gently pressing your lips against his. He tasted of coffee, mouth moving urgently against yours as his other hand came to wrap around the back of your neck. The kiss quickly became messy, and you were suddenly tugged onto his lap. Straddling his large thighs, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you replied in a small voice.

“Have you . . . been with someone before?”

You nodded.

“Good, okay. Although the thought of you with another man bothers me.”

Rolling your eyes, you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

“But I’m here with you right now, aren’t I?”

“Good point.”

He kissed you again, hands coming to settle on your hips. They gripped tightly as you began to grind into his lap, feeling his erection rubbing against your inner thigh. When you pulled back his face was flushed, panting as he looked up at you in awe.

“Top off. Now.”

You swiftly unbuttoned your blouse, revealing your bra. Joseph let go of your hips to push your blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes took in your covered chest before he leaned down and began pressing kisses against it.

“Beautiful. So divine.”

His tongue slid out, licking the skin. You bit back a moan as he began nipping at you, leaving marks behind.

“Let me mark you, baby. Mark what’s mine.”

You whimpered, subconsciously grinding against him. He grinned up at you, pulling back to hold your face in his hands.

“Needy little girl, aren’t ya?”

He cocked his head to the side before speaking again.

“Take your skirt off.”

You slid off his lap, reaching behind you to unzip your skirt before shimmying it down your legs. He watched with ravenous eyes, licking his lips as you were now in your undergarments. It was your turn to cock your head at him.

“Why am I the only one getting naked?”

He grinned again, standing to slide off his jacket and yanking his dress shirt out of his slacks. You salivated at the sight of his muscles, fighting the urge to run your tongue along his abs. His belt clinked as he undid it and pulled his slacks down, revealing his toned, long legs. His clothes joined yours on the floor, and the both of you were now nearly bare to each other.

“Come back and sit on me, baby.”

You obeyed, wrapping your arms around his neck again. He buried his face between your breasts, breathing in your scent before his hands came up to unclasp your bra. It slid off, revealing your bare chest.

“You really are perfect.”

He took your left nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it as he grabbed your other one. You moaned, throwing your head back as he gently nipped at it and pulled. He switched his mouth to the other and repeated the same actions, hips beginning to hump up towards you.

“I can’t wait any longer. Do you have condoms?”

You shook your head.

“Um, I’m on birth control. I . . . haven’t been with anyone in a long time, so I’m clean.”

He let out a moan.

“Oh baby, I always wrap up with the other girls but with you . . . Fuck, I want you raw.”

You clenched around nothing as he lifted his hips to slide his underwear down. His fingers slipped into your panties, and you sat up slightly to help him slide them down.

“I’ll be taking these,” he said, winking at you.

There was a moment where you both paused, looking at each other for final confirmation before anything happened.

“We can stop if you want,” he murmured. “I’ll be perfectly okay with that.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want to stop.”

He reached between your bodies to stroke himself before he aligned his tip against your entrance. Joseph Joestar was a big man, and his cock was no exception. You sucked in a breath as he began pushing the tip in, the stretch hurting slightly.

“I know baby, take a deep breath.”

Thankfully he moved slowly, pushing in and stopping until you were comfortable for him to keep going. By the time he was halfway in, you were feeling relaxed and the stretch was pleasurable. You took the initiative and sank the rest of the day down, his hips pressed against your ass. He gasped, hands squeezing your hips as his head fell back against the couch.

“Fuck.”

Taking a nipple into his mouth, his hands moved to grab your ass cheeks. You rose up, slowly establishing a rhythm as you began riding him. He felt amazing, and it wasn’t long before your pace was picking up. He spanked you, the sound echoing in your living room as you let out a long moan.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re riding me so well.”

Joseph’s praise kept you going despite the ache that was developing in your legs. You kept riding him, his hips coming up to meet yours as you set a fast, steady rhythm. The couch was creaking loudly beneath you, and for a moment you felt pity for your downstairs neighbors.

“Fuck, tell me I can come in you. Please tell me I can come in you.”

“Y-yes,” you managed to choke out.

His hands were gripping your ass so hard you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. He began guiding your body, slamming you down so hard you were gasping out with each thrust. He was so deep in you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach and lungs.

“I’m close. Are you close?” he breathed into your ear.

You nodded furiously, pulling him closer to you as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching.

“Do it, baby. Come for me.”

You came with a cry, his name tumbling out in between moans. His hands kept on guiding you, your ass slamming harshly against his hips until he came with a broken groan of your name. Your core felt warm, a mixture of both of your arousals sticking to your inner thigh. The room went silent, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. Joseph gently lifted you off of him, watching the liquid drip out of you.

“God, that's so hot. We have to do this again.”

You flashed him a weak thumbs up, your legs shaking from the exertion. Maybe you should hit the gym . . .

“You did great, baby. I didn’t know you were so naughty.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“You bring it out of me, I guess.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you against his side.

“I meant what I said. Take the week off.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t think you’re getting away from me. This is just the beginning, baby.”

[tohsri]

Gonna watch this every morning for motivation

[tohsri]

Sleeping habits and headcanons…La Squadra edition (x reader)

Dating/married depending on character

Content: smoking, drinking, overall pretty fluffy but Prosciutto is kinda a jerk, includes most of La Squadra (-Sorbet and Gelato)

Formaggio: He kinda just does whatever he wants in the evenings, as long as it’s fun or relaxing. If he decides to go out, you’ve gotten used to him coming back early in the morning (think 1-2 a.m. when the bars usually close) and just collapses next to you in bed, passing out pretty much immediately like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

Don’t bother trying to wake him up to make him change into something more comfortable, he’s completely out. And he snores loud too.

If he stays in, he likes spending some quality time with you. But nothing too emotionally engaging, something like turning on a movie and cuddling on the couch, or enjoying a drink with you before turning in for the night.

He’s a bit clingy when he shares a bed with you, an arm around your waist and his face against the back of your neck. It’s just because it’s most comfortable for him to use you as a pillow, but it feels kinda romantic sometimes.

He doesn’t wake up at any particular time, sometimes a reasonable hour, sometimes sleeping well into the morning. If he wants to keep sleeping and you try to wake him up, he’ll get a bit grumpy with you and just shoo you away until he’s ready to get up.

Illuso: Has a whole nighttime routine for his hair and skin, and he’s particular about it, so don’t interrupt him or he’ll get annoyed.

It doesn’t take him too long, and it’s kinda amusing to see how much effort he puts into his appearance but then sleeps with little elegance. He sleeps with a sleep mask, and tends to be a blanket hog, also particular about the room he’s sleeping in too. Despite using a sleep mask he’s insistent on the room being completely dark, and he’ll complain if he thinks you’re moving around too much. At least when he’s out he’s a pretty heavy sleeper.

He sleeps in, and wakes up slowly. If you try to talk to him when he first wakes up you’ll just get some incomprehensible mumbling in reply.

Prosciutto: He smokes a lot, smokes to wind down in the evening too. You’ve had to tell him “don’t do that in the bedroom, darling,” more times than you can count. You don’t really think there needs to be a compromise…he should just go outside…but you know it’s not worth arguing with him. Fine. He can just open the bedroom window. You’ve gotten used to it by now.

You regret giving him a shoulder massage one evening early in your marriage when you thought he seemed a little tense. Now he expects it every night, and will get a bit annoyed with you if you don’t do it.

For how much of a hardened gangster he was, he sure was needy when it was just you and him alone.

He’s not really cuddly, and typically only tolerates it when he initiates. If you really want some physical contact, then he’ll let you snuggle against his chest, and that’s only sometimes.

He naturally wakes up early, around 5:30ish, and makes you wake up when he does because he’s just the WORST ugh.

Pesci: He goes to bed so much earlier than the others, Prosciutto makes fun of him for it but who’s laughing when Pesci is the only member of the team with any energy left in the evening?

He’ll go to bed without you if you stay up late, and when you do join him he’s a fairly heavy sleeper, so you usually don’t accidentally wake him up.

He moves around a lot in his sleep, you tend to get nudged during the night.

You get used to it, eventually. And it’s okay because he wakes up earlier than you so you get some guaranteed peace in the morning.

He’s aware of when you typically wake up, so if you drink coffee he’ll have one ready for you before you climb out of bed.

Melone: You imagine he’d stay up all night if you weren’t there to encourage him to go to sleep. He goes to bed when you do. Because he loves you Soooo much and is Very clingy so all of his wind down time is spent within your vicinity if you happen to be home at the same time as him. He’s usually staring at screens, typing away on his computer doing who knows what. If he’s not being super touchy and cuddly with you, he likes just existing in your presence, you doing your thing while he does his.

He has a bit of a nighttime routine, skincare specifically, but mostly he just likes watching you go through your routine.

He is super clingy in the bed with you, his hands slipping under your shirt so he can feel your skin, and his legs wrapped around yours. You can barely move once Melone starts snuggling you, but you’re used to it at this point.

A pretty light sleeper, if you get up in the middle of the night for any reason he’ll probably wake up too.

He wakes up in the morning when you wake up. If you choose to sleep in, even if he wakes up he’ll stay in bed with you until you’re ready to start the day. If you ask him he’ll get up and make you a coffee.

Ghiaccio: It doesn’t matter what time he goes to bed at, because his alarm is always set to go off at an ungodly hour.

It drives you crazy to hear that beeping at like 3:30 in the morning, but he really needs his alone time in the morning so you just let it be. He turns it off and disappears in just a few minutes, and by the time you wake up he’s usually back from whatever he had left the apartment to do.

He’s on edge most of the time, so he has a hard time winding down at night. There’s a decent chance that spending time even with you might frustrate him, so before bed he gets some exercise and then takes a shower while you get ready for bed separately.

Unless you have something you need to discuss with him you both tend to keep to yourselves in the evening. He doesn’t cuddle, and his body runs cold, so you tend to scoot closer to him only when you’re feeling warm at night.

He twitches and yells in his sleep sometimes. You’ve gotten used to it to an extent, but occasionally you can’t take it and have to wake him up.

Risotto Nero: He’s so quiet and still when he sleeps that sometimes it’s like he’s not even in the bed anymore. He’s so light a sleeper that he wakes up immediately whenever you stir in any way. He asks you why you’re touching his arm, but you were just seeing if he was still with you.

He’s not cuddly at night. If you really want to cling to him he won’t object, but it does make sleeping a bit harder for him.

He doesn’t need a lot of sleep. He gets up really early in the morning, always careful to not disturb you, and immediately gets to work; managing an assassination squad requires a lot of his attention.

You tell him he really should get more sleep, but he’s so used to his routine that it would be difficult to change at this point. He appreciates the concern, but really, he’s fine.

[tohsri]

~Kinks of Jojo Men Headcanons~

Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, menstrual blood play… bunch of stuff going on here. 😉

‼️Minors/ageless blogs dni!!‼️

🖤❤️ 🖤❤️ 🖤❤️ 🖤❤️ 🖤❤️ 🖤❤️ 🖤❤️ 🖤

Jotaro

Jotaro loves rough sex. He loves you being helpless and dazed as he thrusts into you, claiming your body. He might even degrade you but in a praising way, like calling you a “good slut.” He’s not one for foreplay, he just wants to fuck you silly, but when you’re done he’ll kiss you on the head and tell you how good you are for him, and make sure he helps you recover.

Rohan

Rohan loves your body, every part of it. He worships it, and always wants to sketch you during sex. He draws picture perfect images of your naked body and your most private parts (his favorite is a sketch of your dripping pussy) and he often stops in the middle of the act to capture your expression or how you look in a certain position. He keeps them all for his eyes only, and usually masturbates to them when you’re not around.

Kakyoin

Noriaki Kakyoin loves two things most of all: voyeurism and your tits. He gets off on just watching you pleasure yourself, even more so if he’s hiding somewhere, like peeking from a doorway or inside a closet. When he’s not roleplaying being a pervert, he loves giving your breasts attention. He’ll lick them, suck them, bury his face in them… he can’t get enough. He could cum just looking at them.

Kira

Kira loves your hands, of course. You’re the lucky woman he didn’t want to kill for her hands because you’re just so pretty and good at using them. He loves handjobs; just start touching his cock and he’s putty. He loves it when you jack him off with one hand, while the other stays in his mouth, him sucking on your soft fingers as he moans pathetically. He prefers handjobs over fucking, but he will occasionally make love to you as long as your hands are running all over him the whole time. Other than that, he typically just watches, getting hard, as you finger yourself.

Dio

Dio is a vampire, so he obviously loves blood. If you’re not into him gently slicing your skin to get a taste, he will be disappointed, but he will remain patient and wait for your time of the month, and when that time comes, he simply cannot pull himself away from between your legs. No matter how disgusted or self conscious you feel, he will lap up your menstrual blood like it’s nectar, making you cum over and over. He usually concludes his feast by rubbing some of the blood on himself, particularly on his cock, and finishing all over you. The only thing he likes almost as much as your blood is threesomes; expect lots of wild nights sharing him with Mariah or Vanilla Ice.

Johnathan

Johnathan is a perfect gentleman… in public. In private he loves ravaging you with kisses all over your body and rips your clothes away, unable to contain himself. He loves doing it in every position, and he adores when you let him push his massive cock all the way in. But his favorite thing is hearing how vocal you are as he fucks you. Your sweet, pathetic cries and moans of pleasure are music to his ears. He secretly wants the whole household to hear how good he’s making you feel.

Kars

Kars loves how pathetic you are. The way you beg for his cock, such a puny, silly human. He never understands why you ask for it, then complain the entire time about how big he is and how it kind of hurts, but he loves it. He especially loves taking you from behind, pounding your tight hole as he watches your ass bounce. He often buries his face in your crack, licking and moaning. He will request that you sit on his face, and you do so without question, grinding against him.

Joseph

Joseph loves semi-public activities. If you’re in a location with all adults, like a bar or a late night party, he’ll sneak a hand up your skirt to rub your clit or put a hand up your blouse to fondle your breasts. After some of this foreplay, he takes you to a more secluded area like an empty room and fucks you quickly. It’s always fun, but it’s even more fun when someone sees you. You never stop, you just keep at it, feeling more turned on. Occasionally someone will ask to join in, and you’ll both usually say yes. Joseph also loves sharing you with Caeser, so get ready for long nights of three way fun.

[tohsri]

Risotto x afab!reader ficlet (NSFW)

i was inspired by @lady-of-endless for this one 🤭 AND IT'S A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR HER I FOUND OUT ITS HER BIRTHDAY THE DAY THAT I POST THIS HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

she gets a special private post too 😋 just for her 🫂

(author's note: this is actual smut, so beware of reading below the cut if ur uncomfortable with that type of stuff 😓)

Risotto's breaths are heavy in your ear. He towers over you, crowding you against the wall of his bedroom with his knee shoved between his legs.

You wish you can see his eyes, and how heady his gaze is when he's this worked up. But alas, he's laid his hat atop your head, and it was so big it fell down over your eyes. It felt a bit like when he'd blindfold you, tie you up to the bedposts.

It was horribly arousing.

He insists you keep the hat on because you look hot in his clothes. He wants to hear the jingle of his hat as he fucks up into you. You don't understand the appeal, but at the same time you do.

For now, though, he lathes his tongue up your neck, up your jaw, to leave bruising hickeys that would be impossible to hide. His knee grinds meanly into your pussy through your shorts and underwear. The force of it shoves a whine from the back of your throat. You're sure that your nails leave red lines down his bare back when you grasp at him.

His groan is muttered against your neck, his hands find their way to your waist to drag your fronts together. He's much taller than you, so the action nearly knocks you off your feet.

Almost like he's impatient, he grabs at one of your thighs and lifts it to his waist. You have to scramble to keep the hat on your head when the action actually lifts you off the floor. He grabs your other leg with his other hand to fully heft you into his arms. And before you know it, he's waddling towards his bed and throws you down onto it, a motion so familiar, it makes a laugh bubble from your chest.

"God, Risottino!" you couldn't help but giggle as he tears his shirt off so hurriedly he nearly tears it. "Eager tonight?"

Risotto doesn't even bother answering, and he just topples atop her. His weight shoves the breath out of you, but you don't really mind. Not when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and practically tore them off of you.

There's an urgency in his eyes, in his movements, that make your throat and face burn. Before Risotto, you've never felt so desired. There was just no way to fake that kind of lust in his deep-set red eyes.

Once he's gotten you naked from the waist down, he digs his hand under your hip and flips you. Like a damn pancake, what the fuck.

It rips a squeal of laughter from you, and you shuffle onto your knees so that he has easier access to your ass. It leaves a perfect slope of your back leading down to where you rest your cheek on your arms. His hands are possessive when they grab at the globes of your ass. You can't see what he's doing, both from the position you're in and the hat on your head.

The hat jingles when he nudges your ass back towards his hips, where his cock pokes between your legs.

When your eyes are covered like this, everything just feels more. You can hear his every breath, feel the heat of his skin before he even touches you.

It's exhilarating.

Before he pushes his dick in you, he reaches down between your legs, and makes a point to trail his fingers slowly across your skin. He pushes a finger into you, all the way down to his knuckle. And the feeling is wonderful.

He's so much bigger than you are, and the feeling of his single finger alone filling you. Mmm..

Before you know it, you're panting and whining into the air, three of his big fingers stuffed inside of you as deep as they can reach. He's thrusting them slowly, taking care to prepare you for him the way he always does, he never lets you prepare yourself. He feels as if it's his duty since he's the one 'taking you', technically.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a groan and a wet schlick. He doesn't even bother wiping his hands off before he's grabbing you by your waist and mounting you like a rabid dog. Usually, his foreplay consists of more, but he must be pent up from going so long without having you like this.

His first thrust into you is deliberately slow, and it drops your jaw, cramps your stomach. "Risotto-!"

He interrupts you when he turns your head toward him with his fingers clenching your face and devours your mouth in a possessive kiss.

He's big. You'd almost forgotten how damn big he was. His ladder piercings rub up your walls in such a delicious way, and you can't help the way you clench around him. He groans muffled against your mouth, and his hips jerk suddenly at the feeling, ripping another cry from you.

This is what sets him in motion. He finally pulls his hips back, all the way to his tip, and slams back into you with a low grunt. His pace is mean in a good way, god, in such a good way.

Every swing of his hips makes your whole body shake, the hat he'd put on your head jingling with each movement. Every moan that leaves your mouth is more encouragement for him.

Your belly is starting to roll, the knot tightening to a point that's almost painful. Your head drops past your shoulders, and all you can see beneath you are the way your tits swing and the clap of your thighs against his.

God, you already know he's staring, enchanted, at the way your ass jiggles with each clap.

It's when he shoves himself into you as far as he could and circles his hips that has you falling off that edge that you'd been teetering on all night.

You can feel your walls spasming around his length, your body going stiff. He holds you to his chest through your orgasm, merciful enough tonight to keep his hips still as your ride your way down from your orgasmic high.

Your chest heaves with each gasping breath, and Risotto pets back your hair to soothe you slowly. It's a sweet gesture, but still, you knew you were nowhere near finished tonight. He still hasn't come yet, after all.

[tohsri]

best friend!joseph joestar ⠀ྀི

⠀ྀི in which joseph joestar can change your mind every time ⠀ྀི

cw ⠀ྀི minors dni! black!fem reader in mind but read as you please, explicit smut with a little bit of plot, battle tendency!joseph joestar, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks!), dumbification, petnames (pretty girl, babe, my girl, pretty, doll), joseph's lowk a perv

word count & thoughts ⠀ྀི 701, lowercase intended, not proofread :(, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated ♡

“look at you! ya’ didn’t need to get all dolled up for me.” 

you laughed at your best friend, joseph's comment before rolling your eyes. “who said i was dolled up for you? it is one of the dresses you got me for my birthday though.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. his hands held onto your waist for a moment before he tried to sneak one hand towards your ass, quickly you let him go and grabbed his wrist.

“i got a date in like an hour, jojo. don’t be a perv.” you pouted a little while moving away from him. “a date? with who?”

“with my business, jo’. i was coming over because i wanted to talk to nana erina.”

he scoffed and folded his arms. “are you trying to get back at me for something because this isn’t a funny joke. she’s not here at the moment anyway.”

“then i have no reason to be here myself.” as you went towards the door, he followed and waved his hands. “pretty, pretty girl, don’t tell me you’re being serious.” you avoided eye contact with him as you nodded.

“hm, fine, if you think your ‘date’ can take better care of you than i can, go on.” he actually left you alone, walking towards the couch. with your hand on the doorknob, you began to hesitate. you knew that joseph was sitting there right now with a smirk on his face, if you stayed you’d prove him right yet you still opened the door only to close it right back.

things were messy between you and your best friend, they always had been, but this time was worse. this time, joseph was making sure that you could never even dream of getting with another man.

you gripped onto him as he roughly fucked himself into you. you were laid on your back, both of your legs resting on his shoulders with your eyes shut as he continuously hit that spot that made you squirm.

“all mine, babe. you’re all mine.” dumbly, you nodded and recited “all yours” back to him, which only made him grin wider. “keep those eyes open on me, pretty. you gotta know who you’re talking to.” he teased.

once you had your eyes open, he began to slow his pace down a bit, giving hard thrusts. your mouth stayed open with no sound, as your eyes threatened to roll back. “look at my girl. fuck-” he leaned down more, continuing to give you these deep strokes while sucking on your neck.

“more, please.” you whimpered, stuttering your words. “more? you want more?” he asked in a mocking tone but all you could do was nod in response. “why should i, hm? go ask your date for more.”

joseph was always so unbearably annoying at the worst times. you began to twitch around him, which gave him this signal that you were close.

he leaned back up before fixing your legs and holding them still. luckily for you, he was one moment closer to his release. he settled before speeding up his pace again, the sounds of your squelching getting louder as his dick pushed into you relentlessly.

“sorry, doll. ‘m gonna cum in you.” he groaned, remembering that the two of you had no protection at all. to his surprise, you replied back with a whiny “please, i need it.” he couldn’t hold back anymore while he pumped himself into you, you clenched tighter around him.

your moans grew louder, as your eyes rolled and your manicured fingers gripped onto the couch. your essence painted a white ring around his dick and simply seeing that pulled joseph into his peak, his cum finally releasing into you.

his hips stuttered against you before he got your legs from off of his shoulders and pulled out completely. his eyes widened looking at his seed spilling out of your hole while your legs were spread wide open.

you laid there trying to catch your breath only to feel a tongue lapping up your pussy, causing you to jump and nearly shut your legs. joseph caught them before they closed and looked up at you.

“can i finish?”

© honeyyhivee (2024)

don’t use or steal my work, thanks!

[tohsri]

Hi, welcome to tumblr ✨

Can I rq a oneshot for yandere Jotaro x reader x yandere Kakyoin? (or just Jotaro x reader or Kakyoin x reader if you more comfortable with that)

Afab reader please (but you can choose neutral reader if you want)

Hey thanks for the welcome and thanks for requesting sorry for the wait, hope this is okay for you!

Disclaimer: I don't condone any of the toxic or abusive behaviours mentioned in this fic.

Word count 1.77k

CW: Yandere themes, Obsessiveness, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships, Isolation, Cursing, Threats of violence (Towards reader) Kissing (Nothing suggestive), Slight Objectification/infantilization. Poly Relationship, Female Reader. 18+ only content

Yandere! Jotaro x  Fem!reader x Yandere! Kakyoin

You woke up in a sweat, lying between your two “boyfriends” on the large bed that the three of you shared in Jotaro’s room. Your head was laying on Jotaro’s broad chest while Kakyoin had his arm wrapped around your waist in a suffocating embrace. Both of them seemed to be in a deep sleep and you decided that now was the time to put your escape plan into action.

Slowly you removed the red head’s arm from your waist and shimmied yourself off the bed slowly so as to not wake the two sleeping men, luckily for you they were both heavy sleepers so it wasn’t a difficult task. Creeping over to the bedside table where your phone sat, you quickly unlocked it shooting (F/N) a quick text, Plan is on, meet you at the school in twenty minutes. Their reply was almost instantaneous. Alright, see you then. “Wow, they must have been really worried about me to stay up this late” you thought.

The relationship between you and the two men wasn’t always toxic. They used to be perfectly loving boyfriends who treated you like royalty. You were taken out on adventurous dates, brought thoughtful gifts and showered with love and attention. Although admittedly, it took Jotaro a bit more time to break down his walls and be comfortable with this he eventually warmed up and became just as loving as Kakyoin. 

Lately though they had both changed. You didn't go out on dates anymore, opting to stay at Jotaro’s house where they both claimed “It would be more fun anyway”. Which turned into excuses as to why you shouldn’t leave the house altogether, and soon without even realising, you had moved in with them full time. “Yare yare (Y/N) what’s the point in leaving for groceries when we can just bring you anything you need?” Jotaro said as if you had asked a ridiculous question. You didn’t question him, too afraid of his temper to say anything. He has never laid a finger on you before, but you weren’t about to take any chances. Kakyoin wasn’t much better, making you feel guilty for even suggesting to go outside alone.

“Do you not want to be around us (Y/N)? Trying to look for another man to replace us, huh?” He pouted. You didn’t ask to go out again after that.

Truthfully you couldn’t take it anymore. You loved the two men of course and stayed out of loyalty more than anything, but they were extremely suffocating, and you needed to get out. It was taking a toll on your mental health. A few days ago you broke down in a phone call with (F/N) while Kakyoin and Jotaro were out of the house visiting Jotaro’s grandpa Joseph. 

(F/N) was one of the only friends who stuck around during your forced isolation from the outside world. Together you both came up with a plan to escape from the two men in the middle of the night within the next week. It broke your heart to do it this way but you knew breaking up with them directly would be a bad idea so this was the only option you had left.

You creep downstairs into the kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible and grab the keys for the front door off the kitchen counter. Peeping around to see if the coast was clear you make your way over to the front entrance and grab your black winter jacket from beside the door and you’re just about to put it on when you hear a gruff voice come from behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going this late at night?” Jotaro questions.

Your body goes rigid as you turn around to face the man in question looking at the unreadable expression on his face. “I was just going out for some fresh air for a few minutes and then come back to bed, I swear Jojo” you said, holding your hands up defensively in front of you. 

He sighs in annoyance “Yare Yare, you know you’re not supposed to leave the house without at least one of us with you at all times there could be someone dangerous out there”.

“Yes Jotaro I know” It was your turn to sigh now, all hopes of not being caught gone out the window.

Without being told to, you began walking back up the stairs, with Jotaro following close behind. The plan had already failed so you resigned yourself to trying again another time when the chance came. You yelp at the sudden feel of a gentle hand pressing against your lower back to help guide you back upstairs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“N-Nothing Jojo” you squeak out, turning your face away from him in an attempt to hide the fierce blush that coloured your face, you don’t know if you’ll ever get rid of the shyness you feel from his affectionate touches.

You both reach the bedroom to find a worried looking Kakyoin who’s wide awake waiting for your arrival back to bed. The minute he spots the two of you he smiles and opens his arms in invitation for a hug which you immediately accept.

“Where did you head off to beautiful?” Kakyoin asks stroking the back of your hair, “We missed you in bed with us and got a bit of a fright when we woke up and seen you weren’t here with us”

You were about to answer him until Jotaro spoke in your place, “She wanted to go for a walk, said she needed fresh air or something”.

You glared at him for speaking as if you were not there and a remark was about to leave your mouth until again you were interrupted, by Kakyoin this time. “Ah (Y/N) you know we can’t protect you from danger if we’re not out there with you right?, we’d be heartbroken if something happened to you and we couldn’t stop it” He seemed to upset himself with his own words as his grip on you tightened while speaking, nearly leaving you breathless.

Jotaro nodded in agreement and walked over to the bed pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You couldn't help but snuggle into his hold, the lingering scent of cologne making you relax and hum happily. You look up at the stoic man and bring your lips up to meet him in a passionate kiss which he eagerly accepts, moving your lips together in sync he lets out a happy hum. You break away from the kiss and look up to see a slight flush on Jojo’s face 

“Can I have a kiss too sweetheart?” Kakyoin asks from beside you, rubbing his hand lightly down your back.

You nod vigorously, quickly reaching over to your other boyfriend and giving him the same treatment as Jojo. Kakyoin's kisses were softer than Jotaro’s more gentle and romantic. He held your face in his hands as if it were made of glass that could easily shatter.

After stopping the kiss he pulls your head into his shoulder, holding your head there tightly so you are unable to move. You had no choice but to soak in the warmth his body had to offer.

Suddenly your phone goes off with a loud ping, indicating that you had received a text message. Your eyes widened in surprise, shit the plan, you had almost forgotten. “No no no, (F/N) wasn’t supposed to text me, now they’re definitely gonna find out I tried to escape” You panicked inwardly.

You’re about to yank yourself away from Kakyoin’s tight grip on your body and grab your phone before they could see who had messaged you but unfortunately, Jotaro was quicker, he had already snatched your phone from the bedside table before you even had the chance to fully break out of Kakyoin’s hold and was already reading the text message from (F/N).

He analyses the phone for a few seconds before speaking. “Are you okay? You were supposed to meet me at the school gates twenty minutes ago, Did they catch you?” Jotaro quotes from the message trying but failing to contain his anger. He gives you a fierce look and without warning he crushes your phone with his bare hands, shattering it along with your hopes of a successful escape in the near future.

Kakyoin frowns at this, his delicate features turning into an unpleasant look. “Were you trying to leave us (Y/N)?” He said in a disappointed tone. It makes your skin crawl. A disappointed Kakyoin was always a lot harder to deal with than an angry one. He has a way of making you feel guilty where your stomach would crawl in shame, even though the rational part of you knew that it wasn’t right.

You look up and catch Jotaro’s gaze and see a hint of rare emotion in his eyes . He actually looks hurt that you tried to leave them? You let out an involuntary whimper of guilt for hurting both your boyfriends feelings. “I’m sorry Nori, Jojo” You say rushing over to give the taller man a hug. “I swear I was gonna come back, I just wanted to go out for a little bit and see (F/N) I haven’t seen them in weeks”.Jotaro sighs from above you, beginning to rub soothing circles on your back to calm you down. He was incredibly angry that you tried to leave but he couldn't stand to see you upset and never wanted you to be afraid of him like everyone else was.

“Just please don’t do it again (Y/N), we would’ve freaked out if something happened to you next time just talk to us and we’ll be happy to bring you where you want to go” spoke Kakyoin, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, a cheery smile returning to his face.

You nod your head slowly, eyelids beginning to droop in exhaustion as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off and tiredness set in. Seeing this, Jotaro gently picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed, joining you on your left side with Kakyoin laying down on your right side, keeping you pressed tightly against the two of them.

“Oh (Y/N)? One more thing before you go to sleep” The redhead spoke seriously next to you.

“What is it?” You mumbled out in your tired state.

“If you ever try to escape us again, we’ll break your legs”

[tohsri]

yandere Tiziano and Squalo x Ex girlfriend reader

Order up! *ding*

Yandere Tiziano and Squalo x Ex girlfriend reader

Art's not mine, couldn't find the artist but let me know if you know. Also, polyamory can be healthy and beautiful so don't hate, communicate.

Contains: Swearing, violence, mentions of sex

Love was something you hoped for.

You were by no means a hopeless romantic, but the thought that someone or something may love you was too tempting to ignore.

Now you bitterly acknowledge your mistake. As you thought you loved someone. Or better yet two someones.

They were beautiful, painfully so. You could acknowledge that as you packed your bags hastily. You knew your heart wouldn't be able to heal quickly from the betrayal it faced that day ...

You were excited that fateful summer day. It marked the beginning of your relationship with Tiziano and Squalo. Your anniversary! You were positively glowing at the thought of coming home and preparing dinner for your two loving and amazing boyfriends. The entire time at work you distracted like the young girl in love you were. Your boss Rosario, an older woman and head librarian at Vallicelliana Library smiled gently at you through her spectacles.

"Any special plans tonight?" Rosario asked. You smiled dreamily as you crooned. "Yes, it's my anniversary with my partners." Rosario raised an eyebrow before turning back to her work. "Do you mean those handsome men that are often hanging off each other that ask for you occasionally?" You smiled nodding your head eagerly. "Yep, those are my Tiziano and Squalo." Rosario's face soured slightly at your dreamy state. She saw how those men looked at you, with boredom. Like you were some kind of chore for them. Compared to how lovingly they stared at each other, it was sobering for Rosario and saddening for you. You were wearing rose-tinted glasses and Rosario didn't want to be the one to rip them off, but she also didn't want you getting hurt in the long run. She looked back at you who was spinning around the library while taking stock and sighed. This was going to be difficult.

"(Y/N) mia bambina, may I give you a small bit of advice?" You hummed and turned around to face your boss, stars in your eyes. Wincing, Rosario readjusted her glasses. "Sometimes in life we think we love someone very much ... and that they love us back. However, what you think may be love may be the other person using you for ... convenience." You furrowed your brow confused, who was she talking about? Rosario noticed your confusion and sighed before turning back to her work. "I'll finish inventory bambina, why don't you go home early?" Your eyes lit up brightly as you bounced on your heels like a child. "Grazie Donna Rosario!" "Prego mia bambina..." Rosario quietly responded as you ran off into the summer sun. She hoped it wouldn't end as horribly as she thought.

You eagerly approached the lavish apartment complex you lived in. On your meager salary, you would barely afford to live in the luxurious city of Rome. Your boyfriends told you not to worry your pretty little head about it and that they would take care of everything. You never knew what their jobs were as they would often deflect or change the subject, but you didn't really mind. You were just happy to be theirs' and that they were yours. Your lovely Tiziano with his long blonde hair and dazzling amber eyes and your handsome Squalo with his amber curls and ocean blue eyes. Approaching the door, you brought out your key and unlocked it. You were ready to change into something more comfortable and then prepare the anniversary meal. Entering the house, you paused as you closed the door. What you heard made you blush.

Moaning

Your lovers were already home and were getting it on without you. You blushed at the thought of your boyfriends naked together without you. You had lingerie prepared for tonight, but you supposed you all could start now. Silently you walked over to the door to the collective bedroom and peeped through the door. Squalo had Tiziano pinned to the bed, and they were making out. You were going to enter the room when Squalo pulled away and looked down at Tiziano. "Tiziano, when are we going to get rid of her?" What? Who? Tiziano pulled the piece of hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead out of the way and leaned into his lover. "Tesoro relax, she's not here to bother us. We'll tell her as soon as she gets home." When she gets home? You leaned in closer to the door. They wanted to get rid of you. Why? Squalo laughed a little and sat up embracing Tiziano. "Good I can't wait to get rid of her, she's been nothing but dead weight." No. "Yes Squalo. (Y/N) has been a fun little experiment, but I think it's time we move on with our lives." Tiziano sighed and moved over to Squalo before crawling on top of him. You couldn't watch or listen to any more of this. The moaning, the dead weight, the fun little experiment, it was all too much for you to handle. You shook with anger, embarrassment, and sadness. How could they be so cruel? How could you be so stupid to believe them? Every kiss. Every I love you. Every passionate night. It meant nothing to them.

You meant nothing to them.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you remembered that horrible night. How you cried bitter tears into a hotel pillow, unable to look at your ex-lover's faces. You had snuck back in your shared apartment and grabbed what little stuff you owned. Left every gift they had bought you, they meant as much as you, so they were worthless. You thought bitterly to yourself as you wrote a note on the back of a photo on the fridge of the three of you in the front of the Colosseum. You poured your heart out one last time for them before leaving.

You called your mother telling her the news, that you broke up with your lovers and had nowhere to go. Being the amazing woman she is, (sorry if your mother is not), she allowed you to come back home until you could get back on your feet. You were forever grateful for you sweet mother's generosity in times of need. Unfortunately, that meant you'd have to move back to Sardinia, which meant you'd have to find work again. You went to Rosario and told her your situation. She, of course, supported you fully and embraced you as a final goodbye, wishing you luck in your future. You smiled and felt a little lighter knowing there were people in your back corner there to support you.

Arriving home, you were surprised to see your whole family back at your mother's small casa. Their empathy and full support of your decision was almost enough to make you cry. Your nonna made a whole plate of Seadas (they are an Italian pastry from Sardinia and look fabulous) just for you. It warmed your heart to see such love and support coming from your family, and you knew in your heart that you would be okay.

Months later...

Squalo was conflicted. He thought this was the best decision they had made in terms of the relationship. However, something felt off. When you didn't return, he personally didn't care. He was tired of having to share Tiziano with you, and now Tiziano was his. Only his. Life carried as normal but with just the two of them. There were traitors to exterminate, rivals to kill, rebellions to quell. Mafia life was rough but paid good money. However, when they came home there was no home cooked meal. That's perfectly normal, we'll just go out to eat! Then there were those times where he would make a joke and Tiziano wouldn't laugh. No laugh of tinkling bells at his stupid joke. Fine with me, it sounded more like a donkey compared to Tiziano's laugh. Tiziano... sweet Tiziano seemed to be getting more distant with the day. Intimacy was at a near zero and he looked pained when Squalo leaned in for a kiss. That was something Squalo couldn't deal with.

"Carino what's wrong?"

Tiziano was riddled with guilt. Ever since you left, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest. He thought he wanted you gone so that Squalo could be all his. He thought you were just a fling that got too clingy. An experiment. A fad. However, with each day you were gone he realized a horrible sinking truth.

He missed you.

Missed your smile, your laugh, your voice. How it felt to hug you, kiss you, and make love to you. When he and Squalo were in bed together, it felt awkward, clunky. He tried to distance himself from such thinking, but nothing worked. He was losing sleep over the issue. How would you take his news? Would you want him back? Or would you scorn him for the pain he caused you? How would Squalo react? He clearly seemed happy you were gone, often joking about it, which caused Tiziano to frown.

When being confronted with his stoic behavior Tiziano smiled in a practiced way before pecking Squalo's cheek.

"Nothing Tesoro, I've just been stressed about work. That's all."

Work. Ah right, how could he forget? Being in the mafia had no room for weakness, but he faltered once. A target looked like you which almost cost Squalo and him their job when he let the girl get away.

"Tiziano, I know that is bullshit. Please tell me the truth dear." Squalo's patience was running thin. Was Tiziano not in love with him anymore? No, he wouldn't allow it. Tiziano looked at his lover sympathetically before looking at the cold coffee set at his chair.

"You won't make fun of me carino?"

"Never my one and only."

Tiziano sighed before looking at Squalo once more

"I miss (Y/N)."

"Bwahahaha!"

Squalo couldn't help laughing and he couldn't help crying afterwards. This was all so simple yet complex. He thought he wanted (Y/N) gone but he too was missing the (h/c) who snared their hearts. Tiziano was angry at first, but seeing the pain in his lover's eyes he knew Squalo felt the same way.

"How do we get her back Tiziano? Ugh I feel so stupid!"

"Patience Squalo, we'll get her back. We just need to come up with a plan."

The duo stares at each other for a while before grinning evilly. The same thought in their minds.

(Y/N) would come back even in they had to drag her back because...

(Y/N) was theirs

Breaking up with Tiziano and Squalo was probably the best decision you've made in a long time. You got connected back with your family, you enrolled in school again, and were now pursuing the life you wanted. You worked at a nearby library to help you pay for college. The pay was way better due to your level of experience, and you had a more flexible schedule. Sure, you missed Rosario and some friends you made in Rome, but you think moving back to Sardinia reenergized your soul!

"(N/n) are you okay?"

Oh, that was right you were on a date right now with a really nice guy! Alessio Vargas. He would often come to the library you worked at and ask for help. He was a student at the same university who wanted to become a marine biologist. He asked about book recommendations, and you would always supply. Soon the two of you started talking about other things besides books. Turns out he didn't need you help he just wanted to talk to you and take you out. The first time he asked you said no, after all you were recovering from a bad relationship. He was okay with that, and you continued being friends. Finally, after months of getting to know him, you asked him out and he said yes.

"I'm fine caro, just a little nervous. This is my first date in a while." You sheepishly admit. Great now he'd think you're a loser. Alessio laughed and placed a hand on yours.

"This is my first date ever." Your eyes grew wide at his declaration.

"Really?! But you're so handsome!" Alessio laughed once more in his kind way and readjusted his wide rim glasses.

"Well I haven't been interested in anyone besides you."

You blushed at the thought and smiled. A handsome guy that was interested in you and only you. You were open to polyamorous relationships but since your last one went south, you thought you'd give monogamy a try. So far it was pretty solid, you weren't settling down quite yet, but you were having fun.

You came back from your date feeling lighter than a feather. Alessio was such a gentleman and was understanding the whole time. After dinner you walked on the beach and Alessio kissed your hand. Your hand! When you asked why he stated that "I knew kissing your lips would be too much for a first date, so I'll settle for your hand." Ah! He's so perfect!

While you were giggling like a teenager in love your phone buzzed in your pocket. Was someone calling you? You didn't recognize the number but picked it up anyways. "Hello?"

"Hello bambina do you have a minute?" It was Rosario and she didn't sound good. "Rosario what's wrong?" Horrible coughing continued on the other side. Oh no, just when things were starting to get better this happened. "Bambina listen ... I have only days to live these-illnesses have become severe and I need help- staying comfortable in my last days." You raised your eyebrow; something doesn't seem right. "When do I need to come over?" There was a pause and then an answer. "As soon as possible." You sighed and stared at the ceiling. You suppose you could afford to visit your old employer in her final days. Who are you kidding the woman was like a grandmother away from home to you!

"Alright I'll come."

On the other end of the line Rosario was choking back tears as the two men she feared were smiling evilly at each other. "You did well Rosario, we just need you for a little while longer and you'll be free as a bird." Squalo spoke up while Tiziano nodded and sat in the chair across from the elderly librarian. The two had found her at work and forced her to call her old employee. She didn't know what they wanted with (Y/N) but the look in their eyes shook her to the bone.

Obsession

Pure darkness and desire swirled in the eyes of the men, and made Rosario shake with fear. "You make me sick, what on Earth do you plan to do with (Y/N)?" Tiziano stood up and grabbed the elderly lady's scarf, pulling her over the desk. "What we plan doesn't involve you, just know she'll be in good hands." Squalo smiles and laughs at the older woman's misfortune. Tiziano grins before shoving her back in her seat. "Not like you could tell the police since my stand Talking Head has control of your tongue." These men were insane and dead set on getting you back for whatever sick reason they had. Rosario hoped you wouldn't come back to Rome because you would fall right into their trap.

Rome... your old stomping grounds. Back from the days you gave up on your dreams to be with two men who didn't even love you. Well, maybe they did at one point, but it was all in the past now. All you needed to do was provide support and care for Rosario and never come back to this hell hole ever again. You felt your feet become heavy with each step you took, as emotions came flooding back. You felt weak, powerless, useless. No! You were none of those things. You were a smart, strong, and independent woman on her way to a degree and a new boyfriend. You got this, nothing could stop you.

You were (Y/N) (L/N) for Christ's sake!

After the little pep talk in your head, you decided to call Rosario to get her address. Then you would get some of her favorite pastries and bring them over for her to enjoy. It was the least you could do. With that in mind you walked to the nearest pâtisserie and called the number Rosario used last time.

"Hello?" Good she was still alive. "Hey, Donna Rosario, I was wondering where you lived?" "Oh right, my bad bambina. I'll send you, my address." Good. "I bought you some sfogliatellas, your favorite." You heard a sigh of frustration that sounded a bit masculine on the other end of the line. "Donna, is someone with you?" You asked, suspiciously. This whole situation was too much for you. Being back in Rome, your suddenly terminally ill boss, and now you were hearing other voices. "No, I'm alone." A quick reply from the other end made you flinch from the internal whiplash. You had a bad feeling of something terrible happening. Clutching the bag of pastries you tentatively took a look at your phone. It was the address followed by a message.

We'll be waiting for you cara~

It was a mistake coming back and you knew it. It was a trap, and you came like some dumb dog with you tail wagging. You didn't know who we were, but you had a good idea of who it was. The mafia. Donna Rosario must have gotten into trouble with the mafia and wanted you to bail her out. What could Donna Rosario have done to piss the mafia off? You didn't know. Deep down you wanted to help the poor old woman because Donna didn't deserve it. Well at least the Donna you knew didn't deserve it.

The house she had was on one of the older streets in Rome. She wasn't rich but the house was impressive for someone of her means. You walked through the garden in the front yard to her door. It was already open, like someone expected you to be there. Chills went down your spine as you went through the door. "Donna Rosario?" You called out to the empty home. Silence. Such an interesting thing. There is good, wholesome, peaceful silence. Then there's deadly silence that looms like the grim reaper. It takes the air out of your lungs and brings fear into your every nerve. Everything in your body was telling you to go. To get out of there and run. You turned to leave.

"(Y/N)?"

Donna Rosario was so faint and frail sounding. Nothing like the vibrant and lively older woman you knew. You grit your teeth, knowing it wasn't right to leave this older woman vulnerable. You turned back around and called out once more. "Donna where are you?" "I'm in my bedroom bambina." You walked to one room and anxiously opened the door. Bathroom. Closet. Then a guestroom. Finally, you made it to the bedroom. No one was in there. "Donna are you sure you're in there?" Silence. "Donna Rosario?" Rustling could be heard in the closet. Aha! She's hiding in there. You march over to it a swing it open. "Donna what the big ide-AH!"

description of gore: (if you don't like skip to later or don't read further)

You've been warned

Donna Rosario was hung by the cord that turned on the light. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue was ripped out of her mouth. Slash marks were found across her chest and arms. Blood dripped down into a pool of water that lay below her feet. You gagged at the gory sight. You dropped the bag of pastries in fear and horror. Backing up you stepped on something squishy. Looking down you couldn't hold back your bile. You stepped on Rosario's tongue. You threw up all over Rosario's nice white carpet. Who was sick enough to do this? Why?

end of gore

You needed to get out of here quickly, the killer might still be in the house. Running out of the bedroom you ran to the front door. The door was closed. You turned the knob. Locked. You desperately pounded on the door, tears streaming down your face. You slammed your full body weight on the door, but it refused to budge. "No where to run bambina except into our loving arms." That voice, no it couldn't be. "Squalo be patient she isn't exactly happy to see us here." No, no, no. You kick at the door hopping to escape. What do they want? They kicked you out of their lives so why are they here?

"Aww Tiziano but don't you miss the feeling of her softness?" The voices got closer and closer. You felt trapped like a caged animal. They murdered Rosario maybe they wanted to kill you too. "Stay away from me! You-you murderers!" "I do miss her softness, but I don't really miss her mouth. At least not right now." Tiziano spoke as the duo's footsteps drew closer and closer. You had to find some kind of weapon. Something! Anything! You noticed the fireplace and grabbed the fire poker ready to stab their eyes out. You weren't going down without a fight.

"Hey cutie."

"GAHHH!" You ran at the ginger man in front of you aiming for his face. You were not a fighter, so he dodged easily. He grabbed you and twisted it behind your back, pulling you into his chest. You yelped in pain and dropped the fire poker. You weren't going down just yet. You fought with all your might: kicking, screaming, biting, punching any bit of flesh you could find. "Aww our bambina wants a hug Tiziano." He squeezed you hard, causing you to choke. Tiziano walked in the room to see the commotion. He covered his mouth with his hand and snorted at the sight. What was wrong with these psychos acting like this was normal? Like they didn't kill your boss and aren't currently keeping you hostage in your boss' house.

"Squalo be gentle she's quite fragile." Tiziano takes you from Squalo's arms and whispers in your ear. "Struggle and I'll rip your arms off." You stiffen at your ex-lover's words. "Why?" Was all you could say as tears came pouring out of your eyes. Tiziano looks down at your tear-stained face and coos. Wiping away some of the tears he responds. "Why because you stole something from us when you left." Panic filled your heart at Tiziano's words. Steal? What did you steal? Seeing your panicked face both Tiziano and Squalo chuckle before leaning in. "You stole our hearts bambina." Squalo responds lovingly. Tiziano pulls you closer and stares at you with his amber eyes. His words were the last you hear before your world went dark "Now it's time you pay for it."

Alessio sighed and gripped his phone harshly. He couldn't understand why you weren't picking up. It's been a few weeks ever since your trip to Rome and your family was starting to get worried. He was worried.

The number you are calling you are unable to reach right now, please leave your message after the beep. BEEP

"Hello? (Y/N)? It's been weeks now and you haven't responded to any of your parents' calls. Or my calls. Cara we're worried for you, alone in the city, near your exes. I trust you're not back with them but come back to Sardinia. Your family misses you. I miss you. I've collected your homework at the academy for you, so don't worry about it. Please, please come back. This isn't like the woman I've come to know. I love you...

BEEP

Well if this wasn't complete garbage please let me know. I might write a part 2 for this but that will have to wait a little while. Thank you for interacting with me and please follow for more.

[tohsri]

Can I the Jojo's with the partner who has the meduca stand

Like I'm she started as a Villainess and they on find out she was a nun who was assaulted and is just angry at the world especially men for hurting her in the house of god and them getting to have her trust.

I see the Jojo's being her stepping stone the trust people again and they whoud protect her .

And one day they acedently look the stand in its eyes but are unharmed and find out it's because she trusts them and after that they started dating.

Imagine Giorno making little sandwiches for the meduca stand her snake hair 🥹

(I love meduca and she didn't deserve to be called the villainess🐍)

totally, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy! <33

Your Stand, “Medusa,” manifests as an ethereal, snake-haired angel with eyes that can petrify- but only if you don’t trust the person looking at you. It’s a cursed power born from betrayal in a holy place. You were once a nun. And after enduring horrors in silence, you became a villain... until they reached you.

Jonathan Joestar

His gentle honesty is what first earns your trust. He listens- really listens.

He sees Medusa and doesn’t flinch. When he meets her gaze and nothing happens, he weeps.

Holds you like something sacred and vows to show you a world worth forgiving.

Joseph Joestar

“Okay, so your stand has murder snakes for hair. Still prettier than Lisa Lisa’s temper.”

He's the first to make you laugh. The first to tell you you’re still human.

Shocked when Medusa doesn’t react to his gaze. He instantly grows quiet and kisses your hand.

Jotaro Kujo

Takes your past seriously. Never pities you, but protects you.

Barely says anything, just stands by your side like a wall.

When your Stand doesn’t hurt him, he looks into your eyes and says, “Thank you for trusting me.”

Josuke Higashikita

Genuinely afraid of Medusa at first- until he sees her wrapping around you protectively.

You cry when he brings you a handmade snake plush. “She doesn’t look scary to me.”

You begin to feel like a girl again, not a weapon.

Giorno Giovanna

He understands vengeance. But he also believes in rebirth.

Makes tiny gold snakes from his Stand and teaches Medusa how to play with them.

When you fall asleep in his arms, Medusa watches over him too.

Jolyne Cujoh

You told her your story, expecting disgust. She took your hand instead.

Medusa doesn’t activate with her because Jolyne never hides her heart.

You love her fierce loyalty and she loves how you sing when you’re relaxed.

Johnny Joestar

Finds quiet companionship in you. Neither of you are “healed” yet, but you begin to walk that path together.

He’s the first to cry when Medusa lets him look into her eyes. “You... trust me?”

You and your Stand both fall for him that day.

Josuke Higashikita (Gappy)

“You’re not scary. You’re sad.” That was the first thing he ever said to you.

You slowly fall in love with how he understands fear, because he’s lived in it too.

When he kisses your forehead, the snakes lower their heads like a blessing.

[tohsri]

Could you please write some fluff between PB Dio/SDC Dio and a wife who is a kind, sweet person?

I imagine it would be an interesting dynamic, someone who is destructive with a person who apologizes in their wake and bakes cookies, ect.

sure, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy :3

Dio Brando

The first time he met you, he thought you were either naive or pretending. No one could be that gentle without some ulterior motive, right? But then you offered him a scarf you knit yourself and asked if he’d eaten anything warm that day.

You cook for him even when he’s grumpy or rude. He’ll sit at the table like a sulking cat, arms crossed, watching as you hum while plating something warm and simple. “You’ll get sick if you don’t eat properly, darling,” you say with a smile that somehow cuts through years of his bitterness.

When Dio destroys something in anger (say, a teacup or a wall), you just quietly sweep it up. “It’s alright, Dio. I’ll make more tea. With honey this time, maybe?”

After he becomes a vampire, you apologize to people on his behalf constantly, even when they’re terrified. He once crushed a man’s wrist for speaking too boldly, and you immediately knelt down and said, “I’m terribly sorry! He’s had a long week.” You even gave the man a handkerchief with little embroidered strawberries on it.

And Dio HATES it. Hates how your sweetness lingers in a room long after he’s tried to make it cold. Hates how people like you and not him. And yet… when he feels the darkest, when his rage turns inward… he finds himself sitting in the kitchen, watching you make muffins, just to calm down.

You once stitched a tear in his cape. He stared at your careful, neat handiwork for a long time and muttered, “…Thank you.” You beamed. “Of course, my love. You’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”

He wouldn’t. But the fact that you believe he would is the only reason he hasn't burned the world down yet.

DIO

When DIO made you his bride, it wasn’t out of love. Not at first. He thought a sweet, nurturing presence like you would be a pleasant contrast to the chaos of his followers. But over time, something… shifted.

You aren’t afraid of him, and that’s not because you’re brave- it’s because you love him so naturally that fear never even occurs to you.

He comes back bloodstained from a fight, and you scold him gently: “Don’t ruin your shirt again, DIO, I just washed it. You know how hard it is to get blood out of silk!”

You write him little notes and leave them on his desk:

“You’re doing great, I’m proud of you. But drink some water, okay? <3”

“Left cookies in the study! Don’t eat them all at once!”

He rolls his eyes but eats every single one. And then he hides the napkin you wrapped them in inside a book, unsure why he’s doing it.

You patch up his wounds when he’s regenerating slower. You hum while dabbing the blood from his lip, and he watches you with quiet fascination- soothing, soft, completely opposite his violent world.

One night, you fall asleep curled against his chest while he’s reading. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to move. The warmth of your body, your trust, your gentleness... it feels like something he thought was long lost to him.

You once whispered in your sleep: “I love you, DIO.” And he sat there for hours, watching you breathe. The next night, he whispered it back- so quiet even he barely heard it.

[tohsri]

Hi, hope you're doing well!! I wanted to send an ask relating to my friends Stand idea with the Stardust Crusaders!! They're similar to Pinocchio except they have head protection in the form of a carved pumpkin, they can control things and people with puppet strings (the Stand user uses this on themself to grant enhanced speed to run from fights they're outclassed in), and they're named Pinokun! Hope you have an awesome day!! :3

hi tyy and i hope u have a great day too, hope you enjoy and ty for requesting :3

Jotaro Kujo

At first glance, Jotaro thought you were some weird enemy Stand user- "Yare yare daze," he muttered when he first saw the figure with a glowing carved pumpkin for a head, trailing thin glowing strings behind them.

Once you explained yourself (a little nervously, since he can be intimidating), he realized you were just… a very strange but sweet person.

Jotaro thinks your Stand is actually super cool. He admires the creativity of using the strings to boost your speed and bolt away from fights. "Smart. Better than dying."

He also thinks your pumpkin head is cute. He doesn't say it, of course. But he starts calling you "Pino'" casually, almost like a nickname.

If someone picks on you for your strange appearance, expect Jotaro to punch them halfway across the continent. He’s lowkey protective of you.

When you run from a fight and he catches up with you, he just adjusts his hat and says, "You good, Pino'? Need a hand?"

Joseph Joestar

Joseph immediately yells "OH MY GOD!!" when he first sees you. He thought you were some kind of Halloween-themed assassin.

He’s a lot more relaxed once he realizes you’re actually on their side… and absolutely fascinated by your puppet strings.

Joseph begs you to puppet him around once. Just a quick test- he thinks it’d be hilarious to speed himself up during a chase scene.

Loves how you use your Stand creatively, and he praises you for having good instincts about when to fight and when to run.

He calls you “Pumpkin Pie” affectionately, just to see you get flustered. "Hey, Pumpkin Pie! Mind pulling my strings to get away from this angry mob?!"

He's also the most likely to defend you if others find your pumpkin head strange, saying loudly, "Hey, don't judge a book by its cover! This one's saved our butts more times than I can count!"

Noriaki Kakyoin

Kakyoin is quietly curious about you. He studies your Stand powers almost immediately, trying to figure out how they work.

He admires how you don't need direct physical strength to be a valuable ally- you’re smart, tactical, and use your Stand's strings not just for fighting, but for self-defense and clever retreats.

He actually finds your pumpkin head very endearing. When you shyly ask if he thinks you look weird, Kakyoin smiles warmly and says,

"Not weird. Unique. I like it."

Loves when you use your strings to yank him out of harm's way. The two of you develop some cool combos, like him distracting an enemy while you pull him to safety with a quick tug.

You catch him doodling little cartoons of you with your pumpkin head once. You’re a regular feature in his sketchbook after that.

Polnareff

Polnareff screams when he first sees you in the dark. "MON DIEU!! A MONSTER!!"

(Cue you apologizing profusely and explaining yourself while he recovers.)

He gets over it fast though- he’s a big softie at heart, and he thinks your pumpkin head is adorable once he gets to know you.

Constantly begs you to puppet him around so he can do “super cool dramatic flips” with your enhanced string boosts. "Come on, mon amie, just for a second! It'll look AMAZING!"

Calls you "Citrouille," which means pumpkin in French (i believe). He makes bad pumpkin jokes constantly ("You really squashed that enemy, haha!") but it's all affectionate.

If anyone ever teases you, Polnareff will literally duel them on the spot to defend your honor.

He says you're his good luck charm- he swears fights go better when you're around.

Avdol

Avdol is calm and respectful when he first meets you. He senses immediately that you're no threat unless provoked.

He admires that you have such clever survival instincts- you know when to pick your battles and when to run.

Sees great potential in your puppet-string Stand and offers to train with you if you ever want to learn more precise control.

Your pumpkin head doesn’t faze him one bit. He even compliments it once: "Your unique form reflects the creativity of your soul. There is nothing strange about it."

Whenever you use your strings to boost your speed and run from danger, Avdol watches you with a fond, proud look. You remind him that there's strength in knowing when to protect yourself.

He often gives you quiet encouragement, especially when you seem nervous: "We are grateful to have you with us. You are more courageous than you know."

[tohsri]

AHHHH IM SO HAPPY YOUR REQUESTS ARE BACK!!!!! can i req jofoes (including pb dio) with a vampire reader who despite having similar capabilities (strength wise) is constantly gushing over them in an almost fanboyish way? I think it would be so silly when reader praises them despite the fact reader could do the same thing,,, also over time praise becomes a more common thing with reader letting go of the dignified air they try to maintain at first hehe o(｀ω´ )o

also can i be 🦇 anon if it isnt taken :3??

lol sorry for taking a min but yes u can totally be 🦇anon <3 and sure, hope u enjoy and thank you for requesting :3

Dio Brando

At first, Dio loves how "proper" and "dignified" you are. He sees you as a reflection of his own grandeur.

The first time you gush about him, it catches him completely off guard.

"Did you see the way you crushed that man's skull? Absolutely masterful, my lord Dio!!" (Cue you sparkling with admiration.)

Dio laughs, tossing his hair back proudly. "Of course. What else did you expect from perfection itself?"

Over time, you get even more gushy. Whenever Dio so much as breathes, you're clapping and praising him.

He soaks it up, preening under your constant admiration- but sometimes he'll tease you for it too.

"You could do the same, my dear, yet you choose to worship me instead. I do so enjoy it."

Secretly, he loves how earnest you are. You're one of the few people he never has to intimidate into loyalty- you give it freely.

Kars

Kars is smug as hell about your admiration.

When you maintain your elegant, noble demeanor at first, he sees you as a worthy, serious companion.

But when you start bubbling over with excitement at his powers?

"You incinerated him with a mere touch!! That was the most beautiful technique I've ever witnessed!!"

Kars gives you a slow, sharp grin. "Naturally. You should expect nothing less from the ultimate being."

He absolutely teases you. "Perhaps you'd like a demonstration up close, little one?" 

He thinks it's hilarious and endearing when you struggle to keep your cool around him.

Over time, he encourages you to drop the dignified act completely. He prefers the excitable you.

DIO

This Dio finds your gushing both amusing and a little confusing.

"You possess great power yourself, my dear. Why do you insist on treating me like your god?" (He says while clearly enjoying it.)

You just can’t help it- you watch him casually throw a car or stop time and you’re absolutely losing it inside.

Eventually, you’re openly squealing, "So amazing, Lord Dio!! You're perfection incarnate!!"

Dio will smirk darkly and tip your chin up. "Then bask in my greatness, little one."

He adores that you admire him without fear- it's rare. Most people are terrified of him. You just look at him like he's the coolest thing ever.

You make him feel truly worshiped, and that feeds every inch of his ego.

Yoshikage Kira

Kira is...conflicted at first.

He likes peace and anonymity- your loud, open admiration makes him nervous.

At first he tries to shush you. "Please, don't attract attention. I merely wish to live quietly- "

But you’re so genuine, so sweet about it. "You handled that so gracefully! Your precision is unmatched!!"

Over time, Kira softens toward you. He secretly cherishes your praise, even if he acts embarrassed.

One day, he actually smiles softly and murmurs, "Thank you. It's...nice, to be appreciated."

You're the only person he'd allow to gush over him without getting annoyed.

Diavolo

Diavolo at first treats you warily- your dignified manner fits the image of Passione’s elites.

The second you start gushing, however?

"You erased time with such style, my king!! Absolutely brilliant work!"

Diavolo just stares at you. He’s not used to unquestioning loyalty without needing to terrorize someone.

You slowly break down your own stoic act, praising him more and more until you’re practically vibrating with admiration.

Diavolo pretends to be composed, but inside he's absolutely reveling in it.

He’s very possessive afterward- no one else gets your praise. Only him.

Doppio

Doppio is so bashful about it!!

You call him things like "amazing," "strong," and "incredible" when he does even the smallest things.

He blushes furiously, tugging at his shirt. "You really think so? I-I’m not that great…!"

You nod enthusiastically. "You’re fantastic, Doppio!! So resourceful and brave!"

Over time, he starts beaming whenever he sees you coming, expecting (and loving) your compliments.

If anyone else doubts him, Doppio immediately turns to you for reassurance.

Enrico Pucci

Pucci has a complex about loyalty- so your natural devotion warms his heart deeply.

You try to maintain a dignified air at first, matching his priestly solemnity.

But as you slip into fan-mode, gushing over how "divine" and "perfect" his Stand abilities are, Pucci is...touched.

He accepts your praise gracefully, though he often reminds you humbly, "The glory belongs to God, not me."

(But he definitely gets just a little smug when you go on about him being chosen by Heaven.)

Your praise and faith help solidify his belief in his own destiny.

Funny Valentine

Funny Valentine is very proud and very composed.

When you, a powerful vampire, praise his strategy and leadership with stars in your eyes, he acts like he expects it.

"You have excellent judgment."

Secretly, your open admiration delights him. You're a reminder that people truly believe in him.

When you stop pretending to be dignified and start gushing nonstop about his speeches, his strength, even his hair?

Funny chuckles quietly, ruffling your hair.

"You're a patriot at heart, my dear. Just as you should be."

Diego Brando

Diego has an enormous ego, so your constant admiration is basically a drug for him.

At first he thinks your dignified act means you're snobby. He's ready to argue.

Then you watch him do a flashy move and practically sparkle:

"DIO, THAT WAS AMAZING!! YOU’RE SO FAST AND COOL!!"

Diego nearly trips from shock. Then he puffs up with pride immediately.

He starts showing off even more around you, hoping for more praise.

He’ll be grinning ear to ear when you fawn over his victories. "Heh. Of course you’re impressed. Anyone with eyes would be."

Tooru

Tooru finds your initial dignified attitude kind of boring, but sticks around out of curiosity.

The first time you accidentally gush, though?

"Your Stand is genius! You're so smart and dangerous, it's unbelievable!!"

Tooru lights up like a damn Christmas tree. He lives for being flattered.

You’re adorable to him. He starts teasing you constantly, trying to make you flustered into praising him more.

"Ohh…am I really that amazing? C'mon, tell me again. Louder this time."

He loves how the more comfortable you get, the less "proper" you act and the more you fall apart praising him.

You’ve basically given him his favorite thing: free unlimited ego boosts.

[tohsri]

Hi! It’s nice to see your requests are open again and I hope your workload is cleared up a little more <3 I was thinking of a request w/ the joefoes reactions to accidentally hurting reader? It can a minor injury or something serious, up to you!

hii, tbh my workload is still pretty bad haha but thank you, i hope you enjoy and tyy for requesting <3333333

Dio

Dio freezes the moment he sees you clutching your side, blood staining your clothes.

He was sparring with you for fun and got way too aggressive.

He immediately drops to one knee beside you, his pride forgotten for a moment. "Stay still, my sweet one. I'll fix this. I'll make this right."

He physically carries you to safety, his hands so gentle it’s like he’s afraid you’ll shatter.

"Foolish of me," he mutters, frustration thick in his voice- but not at you, at himself.

When you thank him for taking care of you as he’s patching you up, he gets visibly emotional but masks it behind a low, shaky chuckle.

"Even bleeding, you adore me... I do not deserve you."

Kars

Kars hits you during a training exercise- and the second he sees your wound, his entire demeanor changes.

"Hold still." His voice drops low and serious.

He's immediately slicing a strip of cloth from his own clothing to staunch your wound, working with incredible speed and care.

For a second, he looks truly guilty- the perfect being, yet he injured you?

Afterward, he insists on personally overseeing your recovery. "You will not lift a finger until you are healed. That is an order."

Secretly very shaken up, even if he acts composed.

Yoshikage Kira

Kira’s heart sinks when he sees you bleeding.

His first thought is irrational fear- what if someone saw? What if someone tries to take you from him?

But once he sees you're stable, he kneels beside you, hands trembling slightly as he presses gauze to your wound.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, voice thick with genuine regret. "I...I was careless."

He insists on bandaging you himself, wrapping it perfectly neat with trembling fingers.

Afterward, he buys you a little gift to apologize, even though you tell him it's okay.

Diavolo

Diavolo immediately stops the second you get hurt, anger flashing across his face- but directed at himself.

"How careless of me." His voice is low and furious. "Unforgivable."

He handles the injury with ruthless efficiency, using his authority to summon the best medical help immediately.

You’re bundled in soft blankets with medicine and every comfort within the hour.

Diavolo doesn't forgive himself easily; he stays awake watching over you, tense and silent, until you wake up and tell him you’re alright again.

Only then does his expression soften, just a little.

Doppio

Doppio is horrified.

"Oh no, oh no, I didn’t mean to!! I'm sorry, please don't hate me!!"

He's frantically apologizing while trying to bandage you with tissues and bandaids he pulled from his pockets.

You have to calm him down so he doesn't hurt himself from panicking.

Once you’re patched up properly, Doppio insists on cuddling you, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

For days after, he treats you like you’re made of glass, helping you walk, feeding you snacks, everything.

Enrico Pucci

The moment he notices you’re injured, he’s rushing to stabilize you in an instant.

He's frighteningly calm, working like a surgeon- but inside, he’s aching.

"Forgive me. I allowed my judgement to be clouded."

He spends hours in prayer by your bedside afterward, quietly begging for your protection and forgiveness- even though you already gave it.

You reassuring him (even while you're injured) almost brings him to tears, though he hides it well.

Funny Valentine

Funny immediately summons somebody to help you- but he stays with you himself.

His hands are gentle and firm, applying pressure and murmuring soothing words as he works.

"You are far too precious to be marred by my hand."

Afterward, he grants you a special "security detail," surrounding you with protection until you heal- whether you want it or not.

For days, he brings you tea, pastries, even plays music for you to cheer you up.

Diego Brando

Diego yells. Not at you- at himself.

"Shit! No- ! You're not supposed to get hurt!!"

He's clumsily but fiercely trying to help, his hands moving fast but careful as he applies pressure to your wound.

He rips part of his own jacket off to use as a bandage, completely ignoring the fact that he's ruining expensive clothes.

After you're stable, he sulks at your bedside, arms crossed, kicking the floor like a moody child.

But the moment you look up at him and say something sweet like "You're still amazing, Dio..." he breaks into a crooked smile and kisses your forehead.

Tooru

Tooru is stunned at first.

"Oh shit-  I mean, Y/N-chan!! You're bleeding- !"

He's immediately by your side, rambling a bit, trying to apologize and patch you up at once.

He keeps muttering "I didn’t mean it, you're way too cute to get hurt, damn it- " while wrapping you up.

For days afterward, he is ridiculously clingy, always checking your injury, carrying your stuff, making jokes to cheer you up.

"You better milk this for all it’s worth, y'know. I'm basically your nurse now."

Secretly terrified he'd hurt your feelings more than your body.

[tohsri]

She Should be with Me

Fem!Reader x Jotaro & Rohan & Kira ig?

Warnings: Smut, Kira being a freak, mentions of blood and violence… sort of an AU things don’t go down quite the same as in DIU… sort of a choose your own adventure at the end; I didn’t intend for the endings to get so freaky but whatever 🙃… reader is in her early 20’s

‼️Minors/ageless blogs dni!!‼️

🖤 💚 🖤 💚 🖤 💚 🖤 💚 🖤 💚 🖤 💚 🖤

You’d been hanging around the guys for a few days now… you didn’t have a stand but that wasn’t stopping you from trying to aid in the investigation of the serial killer loose in your new hometown. Since you’d only recently arrived to Morioh, you were grateful to this mixed bag of friends who let you tag along everywhere.

Jotaro and Rohan hadn’t been around you as much, but when they were around you together… let’s just say it’s a good thing you were oblivious to their little rivalry…

*************************************************

Jotaro has a hard time making eye contact with you. He’s a shy one deep down; he’ll stare at you when you’re not paying attention, thinking how cute and funny you are, but as soon as you look in his direction he immediately averts his gaze. He keeps his verbal interactions with you short, keeping his cap pulled down, but this awkwardness becomes more difficult to sustain once Rohan enters the picture…

Rohan, on the other hand, is as chatty as they come with you. Whether he’s complimenting you or being a prick, he uses Jotaro’s stoic nature to his advantage, consistently interacting with you more. He absolutely adores you; your face is etched in his mind and he sketches you every night.

Whenever around each other, the two men would shoot each other dirty looks, knowing they were both vying for your attention. Jotaro would call manga “stupid scribblings” while Rohan would spit back, “Fish lover.” But one day, they would hear some disheartening news…

*************************************************

“Gosh, youre a blushing mess!” Josuke teased you. You smiled. “Oooohhh, tell us who it is!” Okuyasu urged you.

In the corner, the biologist and the mangaka both froze, awaiting your response.

You giggled and stated, “He’s… a little older than me. He works at Kame Yu… he’s so handsome and sweet! Very charming… I think I’m in love!”

Jotaro grunted, pulling his cap down more and crinkling the paper he was holding in his fist. Rohan narrowed his brows and sighed. They gave each other a look of sadness and frustration, as if to say, “Well, we both lost.”

*************************************************

You met Kira Yoshikage at the mall, of course. You’d dropped your wallet and he returned it to you, his fingers lingering on your hands as he did. On the outside, he kept a cool demeanor, but on the inside, his pulse was racing and he could feel blood rush to his cock. He was instantly stunned by you- your face, your voice, your body… and of course your hands. He instantly turned on the charm and complimented you, asking you to dinner. You agreed, and he thought he would simply faint of happiness.

He spent a lovely evening in Morioh with you, taking you for a walk after dinner. On the next date, he invited you to his home. It was there he kissed you for the first time, making sure to cover your beautiful hands in kisses, too. Afterwards he promptly and gentlemanly took you home, hurrying back to have a nice masturbating session to the thought of your hands. But it wasn’t just your hands. He found himself fantasizing about making love to your whole body, imagining your lovely face as he made you release…

It was then he realized he couldn’t use Killer Queen on you. He didn’t want to. He didn’t just want your bloody, severed hands as trophies and toys… he wanted you.

*************************************************

“K-Kira?” you gasped. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the scene unfolding in front of you. Jotaro and Koichi, beaten to a pulp on the ground, with your new boyfriend standing above them, covered in blood. Josuke and Okuyasu immediately engaged in a battle with him, surrounding him, you standing frozen in shock. Rohan appeared behind you, taking your hand to guide you to safety. But you couldn’t take your eyes off Kira. The blonde man looked over at you, smiling and saying, “I loved you, my dear. I truly did. My only regret is that I couldn’t spend the rest of my life being caressed by those perfect hands.” And with that, the dreaded serial killer of Morioh detonated his stand on himself, disappearing in an explosion and a cloud of dust.

Josuke quickly healed his injured friends and they rushed to your side upon seeing you were a crumpled, crying mess on the sidewalk.

“Hey, if he was a murderer he’s not worth crying over!” Okuyasu tried to console you. Everyone gave him a look, and he quickly shushed.

A week later, once all the commotion had settled and you’d had time to yourself, Rohan decided to go visit you in your time of need. He held back a groan upon seeing Jotaro arriving at your doorstep at the same time. “Well, I suppose we can set aside our differences to bring comfort to someone we both care about.”

Jotaro only huffed in response.

Rohan knocked on your door and you answered after a small wait. Both men felt heartbroken at the sight of your teary face. You just looked at them.

“May we come in?” Rohan asked. You nodded and let them both inside, simply going back to your sofa and sitting down. There was awkward silence for a few moments before Jotaro spoke, “He didn’t deserve you. If he hadn’t have killed himself I would’ve done it anyway… the thought of that fucked up bastard touching you makes me sick.”

You sniffled, “But… he said he… loved me.”

Rohan scoffed, “I’m sure he did, in a sick way. He loved your hands, he wanted to own you… but he couldn’t have truly loved you. Not like you need.”

You sobbed a bit more, and they both rushed to your side, Jotaro putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder and Rohan stroking your cheek. You suddenly stopped crying and stared up at them. Then you realized. They both wanted you. Both of these kind, handsome, brave men. But who would you choose?

*************************************************

Jotaro Ending

Your gaze turned to Jotaro, his aquamarine eyes looking right into yours for the first time. Your body subconsciously moved away from Rohan’s touch and towards Jotaro. Keeping one hand on your shoulder, he boldly moved his other hand to the other side of your neck, grasping it gently. Your expression was gentle and wanting, and he felt compelled to pull you closer. You closed your eyes and leaned in, his lips finally touching yours. You moaned quietly into the kiss as he gently pushed you down onto the sofa, making out with you romantically- more romantically than he thought himself capable of.

Rohan, accepting his loss, turned to leave. He silently walked home, and once in his studio he slowly collected all his drawings of you, packing them into a portfolio and hiding them away. He didn’t want to look at them anymore, but he’d never throw them away.

Back at your place, you remained on the sofa, laying against the arm of it, all your misery forgotten as Jotaro - still wearing his hat - tried his best to thrust into you without being too rough. “Oh, Jojo.” you moaned, Jotaro keeping one hand against the sofa for leverage and the other underneath you squeezing your ass. “Good grief, woman,” he said with a hint of fake annoyance, “your pussy is so damn tight.”

Rohan Ending

You instinctively turned to Rohan, the way he touched your cheek was so loving. He gave you a smug smile, but it was laced with affection. He leaned down more and gently grabbed both sides of your face. “You are art, my darling,” he complimented. You closed your eyes, awaiting a kiss, and he obliged with several- ones on your cheeks, forehead, chin, neck, and finally your lips. The kiss was instantly heated, you moaning into it as he repeatedly tongued you.

Jotaro sighed, accepting your decision as he respectfully left. Back in his hotel room, he gazed out on the view of the ocean and decided he needed to quickly leave this town, for his own good.

Meanwhile, you had rid yourself of your clothes and sat atop Rohan as he gave you the ride of your life. You sighed as you gazed at his slim, slutty waist, his eyes fixed on your jiggling breasts. “So gorgeous…” he breathed, “like a picture… oh, if I could draw you right here, right now…” Your face then contorted as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Yes, just like that… that expression… I can’t wait to put it on paper to keep forever.”

Jotaro AND Rohan Ending

You kept looking back and forth between the two men, feeling torn for the first time in your life. They were both so amazing, how could you possibly pick just one? Suddenly at the same time, both Jotaro and Rohan leaned in to kiss you. They immediately stopped upon realizing the complexity they’d started. But you had a solution.

You reached up and gave them both a chaste kiss on the lips. The two men were stunned, unsure how to react. You became embarrassed. “I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, but Rohan shushed you with another kiss, this one more passionate. He kissed down your neck to your cleavage, then turning to Jotaro and saying, “I think she’s trying to say she can’t decide… cmon then, let’s help her… just don’t be greedy, Kujo.”

Within minutes you were laid back on the sofa, mostly naked except for the panties Jotaro was eating you out through as Rohan massaged your breasts with one hand. Both men were jerking themselves off as they pleasured you, murmuring praises and words of affection…

“That’s a good girl…” “Tastes so good…” “You’re my muse…” “Nice and wet…”. “I love you so much…” “Good grief, you’re so good for me…”