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hi random jjba drawings (mostly jolyne because i love her very much………..)
i drew my pretty, F.F, my beloved. i love them🩷🩷🩷🩷
to all the readers of dark content on tumblr, i know that it has been a lot lately to see how everyone is being treated. i worry about u all! ppl talk lots about the creators here and the hate we are getting, but that also reflects on all of you that consume our content, and i want you to know some things:
you are not bad or gross or wrong for reading the stuff you read. it's not real, no one is being hurt, and thinking its hot doesn't mean you want it irl or you want it to happen to you! going to a slasher movie doesn't mean u will leave and go to stab someone to death :p
it's ok to set boundaries! if there is a blog or a person that constantly talks down on dark content or the people who read it, it's ok for you to block them. i know it can be a little bit addictive to check them over and over and see what theyre saying about ur favs (or about u guys for reading it) but they're never going to say anything productive!
you will always have a community. despite these ppls best efforts, we will always write about the dc we write, and there are always new and fun blogs popping up! so many of us writers rlly want you all to have a place where you feel safe and not judged while u read what we write! my blog will always be a safe place for u no matter what, and there are many others here who can say the same!
things are very disheartening right now, and i hope u are all taking care of your mental health and giving urself a break! its ok to be overwhelmed even just as a reader, because this is your space too. i love u all so much, thank u for giving me the most beautiful community ever!!!! if u just lurk or if ur one of my nonnies i love u all just the same <3
all my readers have been in my heart lately. god i want to scoop u all up and keep u in my pocket :3
hiii friend… could you do a doppio/diavolo x fem! or GN Reader (smut)
i think it’s a fun concept to play around with doppio and diavolo switching while having sex with reader. although doppio can be dominant it’s more possessive with diavolo if that makes sense?
blindfold: diavolo x fem! reader x doppio vinegar
minors dni!
a/n: hi friend! thank you for the request! i love writing for doppio and diavolo, honestly. so, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! enjoy!
summary: you and doppio try something new in the bedroom.
warnings: smut containing piv, blindfold use (on reader), petnames (tesoro), possessive diavolo, slight dubious consent (reader doesn't know it's diavolo)
word count: ~1.3k
“Let’s try something new.”
His Favorite Out of Them All
Jonathan x black!fem reader
Warning(s): Adultery, smut, slurs mention, discrimination, racism ( it's the 1800s we're talking bout idk what you expect), degrading, Dio being Dio
Song: Body Party by Ciara
You were pinned against the wall heavy breaths escaping your mouth, feeling the rough hands of the person you served for carefully undoing your outfit, the reek of alcohol wrapped around your nostrils. This was wrong. This could get you fired. But you couldn't resist the temptation. Your eye darts around the room and your stomach feel butterflies, you'd never thought this was the way your virginity would get taken. How did it even get to this point?
You were hired to serve the Joestars not too long ago, your parents were stoked to hear that you were going to be working for them and put you under strict training to make sure you wouldn't fuck up and ruin their family name as if it wasn't already difficult enough for them to make ends meet, this was an opportunity you couldn't fumble on.
Meeting the Joestars was a huge deal. Picking you up from your old-run-down house that was somewhat stable enough, George Joestar was surprisingly polite allowing you to hug your parents one last time before being escorted to the horse and buggy. The trip felt long, hearing your heartbeat, sitting in silence, and tightening up your posture to impress the man in front of you. Upon arriving there he promised you "If you ever need anything let me know.". He introduced you to his 2 sons, Dio and Jonathan before letting you see the rest of your employees.
But working there for the first 4 months was a living hell. Your workmates wouldn't listen to you for help, purposefully making a mess and pinning it on you to clean it up, and oh let's not forget about the slurs they would say without a shame in the world. Not only that, they would comment on your features. Plumpy lips? Gross. Slightly bigger thighs? Lose some weight. An ass not small like theirs? What a cow. It didn't help that Dio, a guy you were also serving, would encourage their behavior to a degree. He'd tease you about the things the women would mention, enjoying the sight of you on the verge of tears. You had to power through it, you didn't have an option. Would you rather go back to living in a rust of a house or resume working with these terrible people? Thought so.
It was the week when the Joestars won the rugby game for their school, to celebrate, their father held a party at the infamous mansion. A busy week indeed, you worked your ass off ignoring the offensive comments your co-workers would say, your main focus was to get it over with and head back to your room. On the day of the party, the living room was packed, giving you much anxiety to the point where your arms were numb. "You! Fetch me a drink and a cheese platter, will you!?" "Yes, sir." Just stay calm and serve the rich white folks, they'd leave you alone! You thought to yourself. Mama always told you to appease the higher-ups if you don't wanna be thrown behind bars over something so small.
You walked around and see the man himself, Jonathan, stumbling on the stairs. "Be careful, sir!" you hurried over and helped him to get to the top, he was quite heavy, but you had the strength to make sure he wouldn't trip and fall over. "Room...my bedroom, please." you slowly took the Joestar over to his bedroom and closed the door behind you two. "Mr. Joestar, are you alright—" his big two hands pinning you against the wall, catching you off guard but your fight or flight instincts kicked in. "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). I would never understand why people tear your kind down..." his thumb caressing your cheek before bringing his face closer to yours. "You deserve someone who can give you what you need, not just money..." "Sir, I—" Before you could finish speaking, he pushed his tongue against your lips and tasted you. His tongue moved inside, licking and sucking on your lower lip, your cheeks, and neck until his fingers reached your shirt.
As if you couldn't breathe for a second, you held onto him feeling your legs getting shaky. The room abruptly became smaller, you couldn't focus on anything other than Jonathan, his warm breath, the way his eyes glistened under the lighting of the lamps, and the soft touch of his fingertips against your hips. As soon as he felt that your body relaxed, he kissed you deeply. He began to undo your uniform, the once knot behind you was now gone as it began to slowly slip off your shoulders. Jonathan's hand traveled down, stopping for a second at your waist before he started to kiss more fervently down your chest. The feeling of lust mixed with a sense of anxiety, apprehension that this would all end up in a disaster.
Your uniform was now on the floor. Jonathan couldn't help but stare at you, the way your white bra and panties were hugging you. The way you glowed in the dimmed room, what an extraordinary sight. Your heart beat rapidly, beating so hard you thought you might pass out right then and there. With no words left to say, he picked you up bridal style, the smell of your vanilla scent intoxicating. He carried you into his bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. One of his hands ran down your thigh, your skin hot under his hand. Another hand trailed along your body, your back arched slightly as he rubbed his thumbs against your breasts. He brought his lips next to your ear whispering, "You're so beautiful…" "Sir…" you breathed out quietly.
So suddenly, he began to rub your clit through the fabric before rubbing your walls too. This sensation, this overpowering feeling, was driving you nuts. "Sir, you...you're engaged..!!" You let out a low moan when you felt him rub faster, and harder, you could barely handle it anymore. Your panties were now off and as well as your bra, laying naked in front of Jonathan. "(Y/N), my woman," Jonathan's voice turned husky, a bit rough and rough sounding as if he had been smoking for hours. Taking off his clothes, he placed them on the side of the bed, you looked at how well-defined his muscles were, and how he was hard as a rock. "Please tell me what you want, (Y/N)." "I want…a man like you," your voice was shaky but firm. "Please, sir, show me how you feel."
Oh, how painful it was at first. Like a shockwave went through your body feeling the tip ripped through your hymen. He reassured you, adjusting to his size and whatnot. After a few minutes, he began to move, little by little all of him was going inside of you. It took several tries for him to finally hit the spot you needed. "Oh god..!" you moaned loudly, quickly covering your mouth. You felt his pace increase, you weren't used to this type of pleasure and his thrusts made you weak in the knees. Jonathan moved your hand away "Let me hear your voice dear, I doubt the guests can hear you scream with the music blasting in the hall." Jonathan was sloppy, he began to get cocky. He pulled out before flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air before shoving it back in, making you scream "JONATHAN!" The 6'5 male kept slamming into you, the sight of your ass jiggling each time he trusted drove him insane, something he couldn't get from Erina.
It was almost like he wanted to punish her.
With each thrust you took Jonathan grew angrier, you were still screaming into the sheets as he entered you again, he pulled out, slamming himself back in harshly, pushing you so far past your limits he broke through, your whole body shook uncontrollably with pleasure. Leaning over, he grabbed your breasts and started to play around with them roughly, making sure that you knew he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him.
"You're taking me so well," he praised you, kissing you on the neck. Your pussy was being punished by his aggressive, throbbing cock. "Sir, I think I'm going to cum!!" you whined, your head thrown back, your teeth biting the pillow. "Do it then, love, come on," Jonathan ordered. Your pussy squeezing tightly around the tip of his cock. "Yes yes darling," Jonathan continued to thrust violently while his hand continued to slap your ass, causing the vibrations to send tremors throughout your body. Juices falling out and finally climaxing, you couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy.
Stars. You were seeing stars as you stared at the ceiling of the room. You looked around and see Jonathan cleaning your body up with a wet rag. What an amazing experience but you couldn't help but feel regret rising in you. "Why the sour look?" Jonathan asked you, wiping off your stomach with a towel. "I uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that you're engaged and—" "We don't have to talk about it," Jonathan assured you. "What?" "Listen, (Y/N), you're my main focus right now. Erina doesn't have to know. Sure, we're having a bit of issues here and there but trust me, I wanted you ever since you came here." he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him as you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose in his hair. Jonathan was so sweet, loving even. How was it possible for him to be in such a position of power?
He kissed the side of your face, softly pressing your lips together. "You are the most captivating woman I've ever caught a glimpse of, and I promise to always adore you. That's something that I'll do with my whole life."
Heart of Gold- Jonathan Joestar x Reader
Word Count: 7.1k
Female reader and she/her pronouns used
CW: smut, size different (c'mon, it's Jonathan), mentions of loneliness, and Dio just being himself
Can also be read on my ao3 if that's your pleasure
A/N: Hiii this is from a tumblr request for hurt/comfort for Jonathan! I know I said I would be taking these on a first come first serve basis but just know that I'm a liar. Really, I wanted to post this since the plot centers around Jonathan's birthday and it's technically still April, so I thought we could still celebrate. Also note that I'm playing fast and loose with Victorian conventions but for all intents and purposes, we're assuming women could attend their university.
I love this type of characters sm
Ughhh i’m finna start writing fics myself brehhhhhh I NEED CONTENT.. anyways im finna do requests so if you have any ideas for me PLEASE SUBMIT
*pulls up to you on my horse like it's the McDonald's drive thru*
Helloo
Could you write a keicho nijimura (okuyasu's brother) x reader headcannons? Some fluff and if you'll add some reverse comfort (reader meets his dad and even tho he was scared reader was going to leave them because of him, they stay and comfort him) and reader being like a loving mother toward okuyasu, I'll give you my fingers and first born child!
(I really hope it was comprehensible because English is my second language)
hiii, don't worry, this is totally comprehensible! keicho deserves more love- thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy <3333
CAN I PLEASEEE GET SOME LOVE FOR MY BOY KEICHO OR OKUYASU 😢😢 either one. they’re both equally hot and (not so equally) aggressive in bed. i can bed keicho would be more rough and dominant than okuyasu but okuyasu is definitely more possessive (I NEED SMUT REGARDLESS OMFG)
Distraction: Keicho Nijimura x Fem! Reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
A/N: Hi friend, thank you so much for the request! I've had yet to write for Keicho, so I chose him for this go around. I had a lot of fun writing for him, and I hope you enjoy this as well :)
Warnings: Smut containing p in v, rough sex, hate sex (if you squint), degradation, cursing
Word Count: 669
Keicho Nijimura doesn’t handle distractions well. It’s not that his attention is easily stolen away from his goals, unlike a certain sibling of his. On the contrary. Once Keicho set his mind on something, he was determined to accomplish it.
CAN SOMEBODY PLEASEEEEEE WRITE A KEICHO NIJIMURA FANFICTION PLEASEEE MY BOY BARELY GETS LOVE HES SO FINE😭😭
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❥︎Title: Special Treatment (Caine x Reader)
❥︎ ︎Content warnings: Implied forced intimacy (non explicit), Relationship power imbalance, emotional dependency
❥︎ ︎Summary: All you meant to do was calm him down. A little validation, a little ego-stroking, just enough to distract him for a while, hopefully get things back to how they were, if you were lucky.
Now you’re sitting across from him on a date, in a restaurant he built just for you, being asked to prove that what you started was real.
❥︎ ︎Aurthors Notes: My version of an Episode Eight what if scenario. Most of my writing is gender neutral unless specifically stated otherwise, I hope you enjoy, this may be a series if it does well.
Caine was losing his shit. There wasn’t really any other way to put it anymore. You weren't sure how much more of his spiraling, his torture, you could take. The stress sat like a physical weight behind your eyes, overwhelming you until even basic functioning felt impossible.
You were reaching your limit. One bad moment away from abstraction, you could feel it. Something had to change. You needed something, some kind of reassurance, some kind of control over him.
The others had a plan to reprogram him, but the thought of it shot your nerves to hell. It was far too risky for your comfort.
“But how easy is it gonna be to mess that up?” you snapped, the words coming out sharper than you intended.
How Caine fell in love with you
Caine x Reader
fluff :: romance :: scenarios :: caine being caine :: dividers: @sisterlucifergraphics
After the adventure, everyone returned to their rooms.
Well, everyone except you.
That’s what made you originally stand out from the rest. The fact that you were an exception.
It started one day when you all returned from the Candy Canyon Kingdom and maple syrup was stuck all over your body. After attempting to remove it, you gave up trying yourself when nothing worked. Instead, you seeked out the ringleader of the circus; Caine, who appeared as soon as you called out his name. Based on the look on his face, it was clear he wasn’t expecting anyone’s company tonight.
It alarmed you, how quick he teleported right beside you. You arrived in the digital realm not long ago and couldn’t wrap your head around the concept of magic, so Caine felt like an anomaly. Something strange that you have never seen before. Therefore, his intense display of power left you stunned every time.
Caine noticed this, the way your jaw would drop slightly and how you stared up at him in complete awe, so naturally, he fed into it. Whether that was by being extra or throwing in a multitude of pizazz whenever you were nearby. He amped up his performance just for you. It was worth the attention you gave him.
Take now, for instance. He was practically rubbing his ability in your face, glitter bursting from the palm of his hand like it was easy.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuu called?”
Caine battered his eyelashes as he zoned in on you, circling around like a predator would with prey, though the act itself didn’t carry any violent intent. He was just that interested in how good you made him feel. Caine couldn’t help but stare and get in your personal space. To him, you were an enigma.
“I did. I was wondering if you could help me clean up? I tried everything, and as you can see… nothing has worked.”
Upon hearing this, his gloved hand shot straight up to his lower jaw and he feigned deep thought. As for the upper part of his teeth, they all narrowed like an eyebrow would. He looked perplexed.
“Well, that’s odd! You’d think maple would be EASY to remove since it’s a liquid of… sorts. I mean, water’s relatively simple to clean up. Why wouldn’t THIS be?”
A giggle escaped you at Caine’s absurd sense of logic. You knew that’s not how science worked, but you didn’t correct him on it. Instead, you agreed with him for fun, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Maybe you coded it together so well that it doesn’t want to come off?”
Caine gasped at your theory, “An astute observation, indeed! You’re definitely right. WOWIE, I truly shock myself with my own capabilities sometimes. Perhaps I should tone it down a notch?”
You eagerly shook your head, “Exactly. You’re just too good at your job, Caine. I don’t think you need to change anything.”
His breath hitched.
“Ah!”
A long pause stretched out between the two of you.
Why did everything suddenly feel awkward?
“Sorry, did I overstep?”
Caine cleared his throat as he stared at the ground, nervously twiddling his thumbs together before readjusting his bow tie. He chuckled, though it lacked the confidence he typically exerted.
“NO. Not at all! Goodness, no. It’s just… I wasn’t prepared– You’re so right! So good.”
The last part of that sentence fell short into a gasp, and on top of that, you were certain that Caine was blushing as well, unless you were just hallucinating from your sugar overload. You had Jax to blame for that. Did he have to provoke the NPC? You ended up swallowing more candy than medically recommended, and the thought of falling into another pond of chocolate made you feel nauseous.
“Ahaha… anyway, the syrup? I’m really tired and would like to sleep soon.”
Caine snapped his fingers before you could blink and you were immediately cured of your sticky situation.
“SORRY ABOUT THAT. My mind was elsewhere. For you see, I’m very busy coming up with new ideas for you and the others. It’s NO easy feat being the one in charge.”
You couldn’t argue with that kind of logic.
“I admire your ambition. Just remember to take breaks, okay? Otherwise, you’ll end up hurting yourself.”
Another pang shot right through his code. Caine coughed harder this time, desperately trying to clear the lump growing in his throat. He felt himself getting hot. Maybe it was because the circus lacked any air conditioning? How unprofessional of him. He took a mental note of adding something like that later.
“MHMMMMMMMMMMM, sure. Yep, I can do that. Take, uh… breaks.”
The room grew silent again. This time, you had nothing else to add, so you began to excuse yourself from the conversation, much to Caine’s dismay.
“You’re leaving? So soon?”
The question left his mouth before he could stop himself.
You didn’t seem to mind, and that only made him fixate harder.
“We’ll see each other again tomorrow morning, right? Knowing you, you’ve likely prepared another adventure already.”
You knew him?
He’d do anything to learn more about you.
“Mhmm,” The ringmaster whimpered as he waved you goodbye, seemingly at a loss for words. His legs dangled by floating around aimlessly, unable to carry the emotional weight he just endured.
What was that bizarre feeling, and why did it make him clutch at his chest?
“Disgusting,” Bubble appeared out of nowhere.
“Oh, shut up, you.”
AGAINST BETTER JUDGMENT
empathy's a bitch when it's for the wrong side.
tags: Caine x gn!reader, touch-starved Caine, angst, hurt/comfort, can be romantic or platonic, canon divergence, emotional manipulation (unintentional)
a/n: this is an alternative look at how episode 8 events could've played out. ik Caine would prob never behave like this, but fics exist so we can explore the impossible, right? also yeah this is super rushed, i wrote it in one sitting because the episode gave me Feelings™ and i needed to get them out before i exploded
Certainly hearing sobs was the last thing you'd expected when you found Caine.
“Just talk to him,” Pomni had said. “Keep him occupied. Kinger just needs time.”
“And if Caine catches on?” you'd asked.
No one had answered that.
So here you stood, completely unprepared for what you were hearing, listening to the sound of an artificial intelligence breaking down in real-time.
Where was the enthusiasm? The rapid-fire patter? The showman energy that never seemed to stop?
Caine sounded nothing like himself. And that was somehow more disturbing than any of his violent outbursts had been.
Yandere!Caine x GN!Reader
warnings; chains, trapped, cage, possessive behavior
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"There you are!" Caine's voice booms in the circus, and a gigantic gloved hand wraps around your body and pulls you away.
The rest of the circus members stare at each other in concern. Now, what does he have in store for you? Considering how much Caine likes you… or, at least, how forgiving and patient you are to him.