An entire week to dedicate love to our favorite diamond boy, Josuke 💎18+ event 🔞no minors 💎run by @melodux and @diasukijosuke 💎Dates and prompts TBD - stay tuned!
This event will take place over the course of a week, and each day participants will create something that follows the prompt for the given day. Prompts focus on a specific body part and/or a kink. Tag @josukebodyworshipweek either on the post, or in the tags, and we'll share your content!
THIS IS A NSFW/NSFT EVENT. YOU MUST BE 18+ TO PARTICIPATE
Rules:
You must be of-age to participate and for us to recognize your work. We will be checking the blogs of those that tag us.
Properly tag your content, so we may share those tags with your work.
If we catch anyone spreading hate through this tag, you will be blocked and reported.
Other info:
This blog is run by @melodux and @daisukijosuke.
Both writing and art are accepted.
You may selectively participate in certain days, we will only be on the lookout for content during the week of the event, and a couple days after.
You may also combine prompts from both lists on a given day, if you so desire.
This event is also happening on Twitter {@/JosukeBodyWeek]. You may post on both sites.
If we happen to miss your post, please DM us or send us an ask.
Your creations can be of Josuke x character, self-inserts, left ambiguous, etc. All ships are welcome.
If there are any further questions, our ask box is open.
Dates: 7/24 - 7/30
Prompt List:
Body Prompts
Day 1: Hair/ Face
Day 2: Neck/ Shoulders
Day 3: Tits
Day 4: Abs/ Back
Day 5: Ass
Day 6: Hips/ Thighs
Day 7: Whole body
Alternative Prompts
Day 1: Kissing/ Blindfolds
Day 2: Body Painting/ Massage
Day 3: Genderbend/ Titfucking
Day 4: Working out/ Sweat
Day 5: Spanking/ Sex toys
Day 6: Lingerie/ Cum Marking
Day 7: Free Day
We’re excited to announce the prompts and dates for this year’s Josuke Body Worship Week! We look forward to seeing everyone’s submissions! Please tag your works with #josuke body worship week or tag this account.
Summary: Your girlfriend tries (tries) to make you some food because you're not feeling well. You decide to thank her with a little treat while she's hard at work.
For @josukebodyworship
Text, notes, and Ao3 link below the cut.
The sound of metal pots clangs from your kitchen. You put down your phone to listen more intently for any possible further damages from the living room nearby. This could be an excuse to get up and go help her. You told Josuke you weren't feeling well when she came over, and she agreed to make some instant ramen for you (she doesn't really know how to make much else). Unnecessary noise aside, you feel bad for relying on her and can't keep yourself from getting up to go to her.
Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, you assess your surroundings. Everything seems to be in order. Josuke doesn't look at you when you step into the room, instead remaining fixated on the pot of not-yet-boiling water. You believe that she's just lost in thought, so you stalk up behind her to wrap your arms around her shapely waist, and lay your chin on her shoulder at the same time.
"Hey, I thought I told you to stay on the couch," Josuke scolds.
"I had to be sure you were ok and didn't die from a cookware avalanche," you verbally jab at her in response.
"How rude, I know how to handle some instant ramen."
"Mm I see. Is that why you're staring at the water? To handle it in case it attacks?"
"I don't need your sass."
You giggle and let a silence fall between you. She makes no move to shrug you off of her, and you close your eyes, taking this opportunity to simply enjoy her presence. You're grateful she's kind enough to help you, despite you not really needing it. To show your affection, you squeeze her hips, bringing Josuke into a tighter hug. Her lack of response allows your mind to drift to thoughts of just how soft she is. Not just the texture of her skin, but when you embrace her. Her body seems to conform to yours so perfectly; she makes you feel like you're floating on a cloud. You love it and want more of her all to yourself, want to squeeze and feel just how soft she is.
Your hands wander up to her chest. Each palm cups a breast, hands overflowing with the squishy flesh. You grope them as best you can around her bra.
"What are you doing?" Her voice is alarmed, but again, she makes no move to brush you away.
"Just saying 'thank you' to my wonderful girlfriend." You continue to feel up her chest. However, you quickly grow frustrated with the padding of the bra, not letting her tits squish the way you want them to, so you decide to snake your way under her shirt and undergarment to feel everything you desire.
Josuke's areolas are silky on your palms. Her breasts bulge between your spread fingers, and you can truly feel the weight of them in your hands. You massage them, earning a choked-off sound from Josuke. She's clearly enjoying this, but doesn't want to admit it. Ignoring that fact, you drive to make her feel even better (and maybe make a game out of forcing her to a little game), turning your attention to her still-soft nipples.
Using the tip of your index finger, you rub them up and down, then very gently flick them back and forth. The stimulation makes them harden.
"W-wait," Josuke stammers.
"Hmmm?" you hum your recognition, but don't stop your thumb and forefinger from ever so lightly pinching her nipples repeatedly.
"You know they're sensitive."
"Yes I do."
She says nothing. Your hands leave her chest only briefly to come out from under her shirt. They return to give her tits a good squeeze before the very tips of your fingernails scratch her hardened buds over the fabric of her top, lighter than a misty drizzle. Another strangled noise, but her legs are quivering. One of Josuke's hands flies to the edge of the stove for support.
"Kh. You hornball."
You smile deviously, "You like it."
Her breathing quickens in tandem with your scratching. It's a pattern that sounds familiar to you. Realization lights within you, perking you up.
"Could you cum like this?" You ask, trying to hide the eagerness in your voice.
"Maybe..."
You tease her over her clothes for a moment more before bringing your index finger and thumb into your mouth to moisten them. Quickly, you hoist her shirt over her chest, giving you easy access to roll her nipples between your fingers. A shaky moan finally pushes past her full lips. To encourage her, you lick a stripe up her neck, then place a series of kisses on the way back down.
"I'm gonna- ah!" Josuke moans your name. Her free hand flies to your head to grip your hair.
It's rather quiet, subtle, a different kind. But her trembling is a telltale sign that she had an orgasm.
You massage her boobs as she takes a moment to come down, closing your eyes, inhaling deeply, enjoying the moment. Something catches your attention as you open your eyes again - the burner dial. A wide grin cracks on your face.
"Babe, the stove isn't even on," you say.
Josuke gasps, moving to snap it to "hi".
"Weeelll..." You start to tease, "I guess that gives me more time to play with your tits."
She elbows you in the ribs, "will you just go lay down? I can 'take care' of you later."
~*~
I kept the name the Josuke because I don't really like any other "fem" names for him. It's my fanfic and I can do what I want. I also wanted to try to flip the table and show some love to fem!Josuke. I realize I labeled the reader as gender neutral, but they can read as kinda masc-leaning. This is my first time writing any genderbend character, and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope it turned out well and you like it too.
Josuke Body Worship Week Day 2: Neck/Shoulders | Massage
Josuke Body Worship Week Day 2
Pairing: Josuke x gn!reader
Rating: Mature
I know this is a mostly nsfw event, and these first two days aren't all that spicy. But believe me, I will (hopefully) get to it.
Full text and ao3 link under the cut.
"Yeah, it's been tough lately," Josuke says, settling into the couch with a sigh. His head lolls back to rest on the top of the seat cushion.
"Tell me all about it," you encourage him while lighting a lavender-scented candle on the coffee table in front of him. You set a bottle of massage oil next to the chamomile tea you made him.
"After the tsunami, there's a bunch of structural collapses because of the wood rot. And you know how people get around here. On-edge after an incident, even with no casualties. But they jump the gun and call us anyway."
"Ah that's why you've been staying overtime." You climb onto his lap to fiddle with the top button of his shirt.
This catches his attention and he lifts his head. "What are you doing?" he asks, but makes no move to stop you.
"Oh just doing a little something to help you relax." Now finished unbuttoning his shirt, you brush it open, revealing Josuke's undershirt. "Can you take that off for me?" He does so as you climb off him halfway, retrieving the oil bottle. You pay him no mind while you pour a few drops of the oil onto your palm, then close it, and toss it aside with your unsullied hand. The mildly sweet smell of the oil fills the room as you sweep it across his collarbones. It mingles with the lavender to create a pleasantly relaxing aroma. "Is it too tough? Do you want to quit?"
"No, I like helping people." A breath leaves him. Josuke melts under your touch working over his biceps, conforming to the shape of the cushions. "I guess I just didn't realize I'd be signing up for long active hours. Yeah I sit around at the station on-call for forever, but hopping in the ambulance every two hours is a bit much, y'know?... This feels nice..."
Your hands move up to ease the tension from his neck, making his eyes droop closed. Unsure what to do with his own hands, yet feeling like he needs to reciprocate in some way, Josuke slowly palms over your thighs on either side of him.
"What if it's a real emergency though?" you ask.
Another sigh from him. "Yeah that's the thing... We wouldn't ever ignore an emergency call. Comes with the job description, I suppose."
"What can I do to help?"
"This. Exactly this." A smile cracks on Josuke's lips.
Your fingers put measured pressure on his trapezius muscle as they glide between his neck and shoulders. Mesmerized by the way that his smooth skin shines in the dim lighting of the living room, you manipulate the gleam with your massage, moving his body every which way to work the knots out of his muscles.
The silence between you is comfortable. Josuke's breathing so deeply and evenly that you believe he's asleep. You wind down your massage with a kiss. That's when he surprises you by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
"We could fuck like this you know..." he mumbles into the crook of your neck.
Thank you everyone for making this such an amazing week celebrating Josuke! Everyone’s participation and support means so much to us All the artworks and fics were incredible! It makes us so happy to see all the positive engagement in this fandom. We’re looking forward to doing more projects/events in the future, so please keep watching our page! We will be watching the #josuke body worship tag for the next two weeks, so feel free to post any late pieces.
Josuke Body Worship Week Day 1: Hair/Face | Kissing
Ship: Josuke x gn!reader
Rating: Explicit (for descriptions/mentions of a boner)
Summary: It's you and Josuke's first shower together.
full text and ao3 link under the cut. For @josukebodyworship
Josuke stands at the edges of your vision. He glances between you and the tv screen showing the video game you’re invested in.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announces.
“‘Kay,” you respond absentmindedly.
“… wanna join?” Comes his timid question.
This catches your attention. Your eyes tear away from the screen to stare at his slightly pink, embarrassed face before setting your controller on the coffee table. You get up and follow him to the bathroom, trying not to sound too excited in your gait. This is the first time he’s asked you to shower with him.
Clothes are shed, the water is set to the perfect temperature, and after a little shuffling around, the two of you are standing face to face, skin to skin, under a steady sprinkle of warm pseudo-rain. Giddy smiles plastered on both of your faces. You stand, holding each other, not sure what else to do from here.
Josuke reaches around you to retrieve his shampoo. “Guess we should, uh…” he gestures with his head to the bottle.
“Oh! Yeah!” you say, snapping out of your euphoric daze. You watch him pour a sizeable dollop of the cleansing goo in the palm of his hand. “Let me do it!” you exclaim before thinking about it. Josuke hasn’t let you mess up his treasured pompadour yet, and upon thinking twice, maybe he doesn’t want you to. He snaps the bottle shut, giving you a puzzled look. “Can I..?” You sheepishly ask.
"Uh. Sure." Josuke says. He holds the blob of shampoo out to you so you can scoop it out of his palm.
You slather it between your hands while you watch him wet his hair - his style hardly undone. He clears his face of the water, and blinks a few times before looking at you once more. Taking your cue, you stand on your tiptoes to card your goopy fingers through his hair. Your hands caress his scalp, fingers curling gently around his raven locks.
"Mmm..." he hums.
You pull away. "Sorry! If I'm going too hard, please let me know."
"No, it's nice. Keep going."
You return to work a lather in his hair. When you palm the front of his pompadour to add it to the mix, you glance at his face to be sure you're not getting any shampoo in it. Josuke's eyes are closed, his lips tipped into a small smile. He looks happily content. You can't help but smile, too, even if he can't see it.
Thinking that he'd be there, having you wash his hair for all eternity if you'd let him, you decide to be a little sly and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He only hums in acknowledgement, but puts his hands on your waist to pull you closer.You stumble a bit on your toes, but his strong body catches you. Josuke still hasn't opened his eyes. Slower now, you kiss him fully on his lips, and he kisses back.
Both of you stay there, languidly peppering each other's faces with kisses while you continue to wash his hair. The subtle movements of your slick, wet bodies rubbing together creates an intimate heat between you. The makeout session moves to open mouths and tongues. You can feel his dick harden on your hip, moving up to your stomach with each gyration against your body.
Josuke breaks away, his breathing a little labored. Blue eyes swimming with lust look at you through dark lashes in a half-lidded gaze. "Your turn," he says with a smile, "let's get that cute body all soapy and clean." He dips down for another kiss while reaching behind you for your body wash.
Jotaro gets a little worked up over his uncle’s choice of outfits.
CW: Incest, Josuke in Lingerie, Dressing Room Shenanigans
Josuke tosses another outfit on the “to buy” pile as he strips for the twentieth time. He’s in the department store dressing room, his nephew/boyfriend/sugar daddy sitting patiently in the plush armchair outside. It had been Jotaro’s suggestion to go to S City this weekend for a shopping trip and Josuke wasn’t going to say no.
He’d been trying on outfits all afternoon, mostly sexy short shorts that hugged his thighs and crop tops that showed off his toned abs. Josuke had no problem prancing around in front of the mirror in the central area of the dressing rooms where Jotaro was seated, making note of every nod and hum, every one-worded compliment.
Josuke’s pile is full of those outfits, the ones Jotaro had liked. He loves his fashion, but the most important thing is whether or not Jotaro likes it. He’s the only one Josuke wants to please.
As he tosses the last outfit on the pile Josuke spots the one thing he had grabbed when Jotaro’s back was turned. It’s a lingerie set, black striped silk stockings with matching black panties. In his mind it had been for a joke, just to see Jotaro’s reaction.
But now, as he slides the smooth silk up his leg, he is enjoying it more than he should. The elastic is a bit tight, digging into his meaty thigh despite having grabbed the largest size. And it feels…good.
The matching panties barely cover his plump ass, leaving little to the imagination. The outline of his cock is prominent through the semi-opaque fabric, showing the beginnings of his arousal. He’s amazed at how good this feels. He could get used to this. It makes him feel sexy in a way he’s never felt before.
What would Jotaro think? Would he compliment him like he had with some of the outfits? Just a small nod or word of praise? Or would he hate it? Would he be angry? This wasn’t something that had come up in their relationship yet and he was very unsure of what to expect.
Well, there is only one way to find out. Josuke can feel his cheeks heat up as he pulls back the curtain just enough to peek out. He’s definitely not going to prance around out in the open like he’s been doing.
“Jotaro-san! Can you come here?” Josuke rubs at the back of his head, his cheeks burning even more under that heavy gaze. “I’m a little self conscious to come out in this one.”
Jotaro raises an eyebrow, wondering silently what kind of get-up Josuke was trying on to make him so self conscious. It couldn’t be any worse than the parade of short shorts barely covering the boy’s ass.
Jotaro gets up, his interest piqued, and pulls aside the curtain just enough to get inside. He freezes, the sight before him enough to make his jaw drop.
Josuke curls his body into itself, trying to shield himself from the half-open curtain. “Ack! Jotaro-san!”
Jotaro steps forward, letting the curtain swing closed. He advances only a step or two, suddenly crowding Josuke against the wall. His hands shoot out, gripping the boy by the hips and squeezing the flesh.
“Ah-AH!” Josuke squeals, the abrupt touch unexpected. “Jotaro-san! Someone will hear!”
Jotaro drops to his knees in front of the boy, grabbing his stocking-covered legs. He drags his tongue up the striped silk, making eye contact with his squealing uncle the entire time.
“They won’t hear if you keep quiet.”
Jotaro blows against the wet silk, making Josuke shiver, before running his hands up the back of the boy’s legs. Josuke slaps his hand over his mouth, only succeeding in muffling most of his exclamations. Jotaro kisses at the swell of Josuke’s thigh, just above the elastic, as his other hand trails up higher, fingers sneaking under the panties to grab at his bare ass.
Josuke lets out another muffled squeal as Jotaro sinks his teeth lightly into his thigh. This was so unexpected. He never would have imagined Jotaro going this crazy over some lingerie.
The finger running up the cleft of his ass made him drop his hand, letting out a yelp of surprise. Jotaro huffs against Josuke’s thigh, withdrawing his hand and leaving a few lingering kisses.
“Yare, yare. There’s no way you can be quiet enough to do this here.” Jotaro reluctantly stands, backing toward the curtain as he adjusts his cock, now fully hard against his thigh. Thank god for his long coat. He’s needed it more and more often these days.
The sight of Josuke panting against the wall, his cock flushed and hard, dripping precum down the front of his panties gives Jotaro an idea.
“Hurry up and get dressed.” Josuke moves to pull down his left stocking and Jotaro tuts. “No Josuke. You will put your clothes on over the lingerie.” Josuke gasps as Jotaro moves close again, whispering against his neck, “You’re not allowed to take them off until I’ve cum inside you.”
Josuke gulps, his insides in a turmoil of nerves and horniness as he watches Jotaro leave , his arms full of the outfits to purchase. With Jotaro’s stamina and self control it doesn’t seem like Josuke will be taking off this lingerie any time soon.
