Sir Rooster

Call me Ruby!

[sirrooster20]

Welcome to the blog!

I mainly talk about JJBA here but I also will randomly post about other things.

This is a mature blog. Forgive me, but your girl gets horny sometimes

I’m a 23 year old lesbian 🩷🤍🧡

Interests:

JJBA (obviously), the Legend of Zelda, and the Lord of the Rings, chemistry, microbiology

DMing:

I’m totally open to talking to anyone about anything! I want to get some mutuals, so don’t ever be scared to message me!

Anons: 🐱, 💝

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And They Were Roommates

Hot Pants x Reader (modern au)

A/n: Okay, so when I was just about done with this one, I realized that I kind of read the request wrong...I'm sorry! Please let me know if you want me to write one that is a little bit closer!! Also, this includes quite a bit of religious stuff, so if that makes you uncomfortable, I'd skip this one.

Moving halfway across the country for college was a terrifying step in your life. You missed your family dearly, but couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to study at one of the top colleges in your desired field. 

Attending a random mixer held by the RA of your dorm floor, you met her. The first thing you noticed was her striking pink hair and the intense look on her face. With nothing to lose and no current friends in the area, you decided to take a risk and talk to her. That small act of courage turned into your greatest delight. The two of you hit it off almost immediately, becoming close friends as you made your way through your first year of college.

Deciding to live together had been a no brainer for the two of you when deciding where you wanted to live the next few years until you graduated. And that’s how you find yourself living in a two bedroom apartment with your closest friend.

Walking in through the front door, you dump your bag in the hallway before flopping down on the couch where Hot Pants is currently sitting, reading her religious studies book.

“Long day?” she asks as she glances at you from the corner of her eye.

“Tell me why I decided to be a stem major,” you huff, your voice muffled by the couch cushion, “and also tell me why my study group has all decided that going to the club after our exam is the best way to spend the evening.”

“The club?” she asks with a quirked eyebrow. 

The two of you have bonded over your introverted personalities, both of you would much rather spend the evening tucked in your comfortable apartment with a movie rather than going out.

“Yes,” you groan as you shift onto your back, “and I couldn’t say no. I’ve already made too many excuses not to go out with them.”

“This is Gyro and Johnny, right?” she closes her book, setting it to the side as she turns all her attention to you.

“Mhm,” you hum, “yeah, Diego too.”

“It might be fun,” she says in an unconvincing tone.

“Don’t even try,” you huff as you stare at the string lights strewn across the ceiling. The light bathes the room in a soft, warm glow. You suddenly turn to her with a certain spark in your eyes that makes her immediately frown.

“No,” she says before you can say anything.

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say,” you whine as you grab her hand, missing the way she flinches just slightly. “You could come with me. Please, we wouldn’t stay out long. It’d just be a few drinks and then we can come back here and watch a movie.” You smile at her in the way you always do when you want something you know she doesn’t.

With a deep sigh, she glances away from you toward the tv which is currently playing a video that mimics a fireplace. She looks back at you with a deadpan look, “you owe me big time.”

With a bright smile, you hop up off the couch and raise your arms like you just scored the winning goal in a big game. “Thank you so much,” you say with a slightly excited tone, “I promise, we won’t stay out long. They want to meet at 8:30pm.” 

You make your way over to your own room, showering and getting ready for the evening. Slapping on a bit of makeup and putting on the nice outfit you had honestly never thought you’d actually wear, you step back out into the living room. Your eyes widen when you are met with Hot Pants standing there in a nice dress. In all the time you’ve known her, neither of you have dressed up so nice around each other.

“Too much?” she asks as she looks down at herself. “No!” you respond just a little too quickly, “no, you look good.” Clearing your throat, you try to hide the blush growing on your cheeks. “I didn’t know Miss Christian could look this good,” you tease with a small smirk.

She rolls her eyes and gently smacks your shoulder, “shut it.”

“We should get going,” you chuckle as you walk towards the door, opening it for her.

The club is within walking distance of your apartment. When you make it there, it doesn’t take long for you to notice the tall Italian man. 

“Wow! Look who finally decided to come out of their cave and have a little fun,” he responds with a chuckle, his accent still thick after spending a few years in the states.

“Hey,” Johnny says with a small smile and a wave.

Diego just nods and barely moves his hand in a waving motion. (Why he hangs out with your group will always be a mystery to you)

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff as the two of you sit down, “take it in while you can because it isn’t happening again.”

The evening is fun enough with the five of you sharing stories about your classes and other things going on in your lives. After a few rounds of drinks, Johnny and Gyro make their way to the dance floor and Diego goes off to boast about his extracurriculars and four point grade average to some poor freshmen. Watching Gyro dance around Johnny’s wheelchair with a bright smile, you glance over at Hot Pants, who was already looking at you.

Her eyes widen and quickly move to her drink when your eyes meet. You chuckle under your breath. “Do you want to get out of here?” you ask with a small yawn.

“Absolutely,” she says with a sigh. 

You take a deep breath when you step out of the club, rubbing your ears a bit. “I honestly felt like I was going to go deaf in there,” you groan as the two of you walk back home, the cold air helping to sober you up a bit.

“Mhm,” Hot Pants hummed with a small smile, “it was a little bit of fun though.”

You hold your hand up and bring your pointer finger and thumb together, leaving a tiny gap between them. “Just a tiny bit,” you say with a small chuckle. 

Hot Pants laughs softly at your joke. The sound makes your heart stutter in your chest, your own smile turning more bashful than anything. 

Turning away from her, you grab your keys from your bag and unlock the door to your apartment. The soft light immediately makes you feel calm and relaxed.

“I’m going to get out of these clothes,” you say softly as you walk towards your side of the apartment.

With a small nod, she does the same. In your room, you wash your face and brush out your hair. Reaching back, you try to unzip your dress, but the zipper is just out of reach. You twist around as you try your hardest to reach the zipper, wanting nothing more than to get out of the tight dress. With a quiet groan, you give up and glance toward your door.

Stepping out into the living room, you are met with Hot Pants, who is in her pajamas, reading her devotional. “Sorry to bother you, but I can’t unzip my dress,” you say softly as you walk up towards her.

“Oh,” she says softly before sitting up and setting her book to the side. She motions for you to turn around and come closer to her.

The feeling of her hands gently grabbing you makes your heart pound in a way you try your hardest to ignore. You feel every minute move of her fingers as she unzips your dress, the fabric of your dress getting looser every second.

“Thanks,” you say as you quickly walk back to your room when she finishes unzipping the dress.

“No problem,” she responds softly.

Closing your bedroom door behind you, you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. 

You love her, you really do, but she’s a deeply religious woman and you don’t want to get in between that. 

You slip out of your dress and into a comfortable sweatshirt and shorts. Staring at yourself in the mirror for a moment, you rub your face with a groan.

“Stupid lesbian,” you whisper before stepping out of your room back into the living room.

—///—///—

“You just need to tell her how you feel,” Gyro says as the two of you walk into your anatomy class.

“No way,” you shake your head as you sit down. “She’s religious. Odds are, she will just view it as a sin and move on, then everything between us will get awkward and I will lose my closest friend.” 

“Okay, wow,” Gyro says with a small smirk. He puts his hand on your shoulder, “that was a lot.”

You groan as the two of you sit down in the large lecture hall.

“Listen,” he says in a soft tone, losing the usual teasing bite, “I had a similar experience before I asked Johnny out. I get that it’s terrifying, but you shouldn’t live the rest of your life yearning and regretting your decisions. She might surprise you.”

A sigh slips past your lips as you turn to him. “You’re being way too smart. What did you do with the real Gyro?”

He chuckles, patting your shoulder, “I’ve always been this smart, you just don’t ever want to listen to me.”

“Thank you,” you say sincerely.

“You’re welcome,” he says with a small smile.

As the lecture continues on, you have a hard time paying attention. Your mind continues to drift over to Hot Pants, the softness of her hands, the way her eyes are so sharp and cold but soften when she’s looking at something she likes.

The dinging of your phone grabs your attention as everyone files out of the lecture hall. “It’s the notes from today,” Gyro says with a smirk, “since you weren’t listening at all.”

A small chuckle escapes you, “was it that obvious?”

“Extremely,” he laughs as he stands. “I’ll see you around, okay? Trust me, just take the leap!”

He waves as he heads off to his next class, leaving you alone in the large, empty room.

—///—///—

“Hey, I have a question,” Hot Pants asks you from where she’s standing in the kitchen.

You turn to her with a slightly confused look, “what’s up?”

She continues to cut up the apple with a focused look, her eyes sharp in a way you’ve started to adore.

“Would you ever want to go to church with me?” She asks softly, not moving her eyes from the apple even though she isn’t moving her hands anymore.

“Oh!” you say softly, “yeah, I’d love to.” You smile when her eyes shoot up to you. “I know it’s something that’s important to you.”

She smiles just slightly, something you rarely get to see on her usually perpetually serious face. It makes your heart jolt just slightly.

“Cool,” she says in a calm tone, “the service is at 9 on Sunday.”

“Perfect,” you say with a small smile.

After all the time you’ve known each other, you know how important her faith is to her. Being a semi-religious person yourself, you’ve always admired how committed she is. Even though the two of you are already like two peas in a pod, her inviting you to go to a service with her makes you feel like your friendship has gotten one step closer.

Sunday comes before you know it. Dressed in a nice but simple dress, you meet Hot Pants in the living room. She’s wearing a nice blouse and jeans.

“Ready?” she asks in her usual calm tone. “Yeah,” you say with a smile, trying to ignore the way the blouse perfectly fits her.

Sitting in the pews, the service is nice. It’s touching in a way you never really experienced while at home. You can’t help but notice how enraptured Hot Pants is by every word the priest utters. She takes notes on a small notebook you had given her as a gift a few months ago.

Once the service is over, you take the time to gaze up at the intricately designed building.

“Can we look around? I want to see the rest of it,” you say as you glance over at her. Her eyes flicker over to you, having followed your gaze to the ceiling.

“I know a place I think you’d like,” she says softly before leading you out of the main sanctuary and into the hallway. The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, painting her in multitudes of colors. 

She leads you into a small room with only a handful of seats. There’s a beautiful crucifix on the wall, clearly designed to grab a person's attention, but you can’t pull yours from Hot Pants. She looks so calm here, beautiful in a way that you finally let yourself accept.

Gyro’s words echo in your mind as you clear your throat. Wringing your hands, you look down at the ground. 

“I have something to ask you,” you all but whisper. In the stillness of the quiet room, you know she heard you. She shifts to put all of her attention on you, that act making you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

“What is it?” She asks quietly.

You take a deep breath as you continue to look at the ground.

“Oh god,” you whisper before looking up at her. “I really respect you. You’re a great friend, you’re caring, and you put up with my bullshit. I’m constantly in awe of how hard you work to get the things you want in life.”

Your voice trembles just slightly as she continues to watch you with a curious look on her face. You can tell by the subtle look in her eyes that she suspects something but she stays quiet, giving you the chance to explain yourself.

“I just really like you,” you say with trembling hands, “and I know you probably think that it’s a sin to love another woman. That’s why I’ve been so hesitant to tell you.” You take a deep breath before continuing, “But I don’t believe it’s a sin. And if I’m wrong, I’d rather spend the rest of eternity in a lake of fire than miss the opportunity to love you now. I won’t let you slip through my fingers.”

You don’t notice the tears in your eyes until her thumb gently brushes them from your cheeks. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, her hands are cupping your cheeks. Her lips press against yours in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever experienced. She pulls back just a fraction, letting her forehead rest against yours.

“I don’t think it’s a sin,” she says in the softest tone you’ve ever heard escape her lips. “I never said anything because I was terrified of ruining the friendship we had.”

A strangled chuckling sound escapes you. “Oh wow,” you laugh, “that was an attractive sound.”

Your cheeks are cherry red as you look into her deep brown eyes. She laughs softly, her own hands trembling a little as she holds your cheeks. Leaning back a little, she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I feel stupid,” you whisper.

She shakes her head. “It’s okay,” she says softly as she pulls you into a hug, “it was a reasonable conclusion. A wrong one but reasonable nonetheless.”

With a sigh, you wrap your arms around her, “I love you,” you whisper against the soft skin of her neck.

“I love you too,” she says as she squeezes you a little.

“Gyro is going to be so annoying,” you chuckle as you pull back, threading your fingers with hers.

“Why’s that?” She asks with a small smile.

“He’s the one who told me to say something,” you sigh as the two of you walk back out of the church. “When he figures out that he was right, he’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

She laughs softly, the sound more beautiful than any chorus. “I think you’ll survive,” she says with a smile.

[sirrooster20]

love your new pfp!!! hot pants so pretty!!!

-💝

Thank you!! I thought it was time for me to switch up the vibe a little

[sirrooster20]

😺 anon: hiiii ruby, how are you feeling today? 💕 can I request something? I was thinking about a modern AU roommate!Hot Pants x Female Reader, both of them are in secretly in love with each other 😊 until one night the reader confess her feelings accidentally. thank you 💕

Im feeling a lot better! Thanks for asking💕

I’m actually so excited to write this one, it’s so good!! (Also, I saw your other note, and you’re all good!)

[sirrooster20]

In Sickness and In Health

Hot Pants x sick reader

Rain pours heavily on you and Hot Pants, drenching you through your jacket. The cold wind knocks your hood off your head for a moment. With an annoyed huff, you grasp your hood and yank it back over your head.

Keeping your head down, the two of you continue riding until you find a small abandoned shack. You ignore the trembling of your hands as you hop off your horse.

The second your legs hit the ground, they buckle, too weak to hold you up.

The thumping sound of you hitting the mud instantly grabs Hot Pants attention. She quickly makes her way over to you when she sees you crumpled on the ground.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She asks in a serious but worried tone. Her hand finds your forehead, feeling the burning skin for a moment before pulling back.

In a dazed, half-conscious state, you can’t respond to anything with more than a quiet groan. Your heart pounds in your chest, blocking out most of the sound from your ears. The only thing you can see is the growing worry on Hot Pants’ face.

Without a word, she lifts you up into her arms, taking your horse to hers before carrying you inside. She makes quick work of making a small fire before turning to you.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you stay in these clothes,” she says quietly as she pulls your clothes off.

You shiver like a dead leaf on a tree. She steps over to her bag for a moment when she’s stripped the clothes off of you. With a quiet groan, you pull yourself a little closer to the fire before curling up into a little ball.

“You’re sick,” she says in a softer tone as she lifts you up slightly to wrap you up in a warm blanket.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter quietly, “I thought I was fine.”

She hushes you with a stern look as she grabs every blanket she can find and places it on top of you until you stop shivering.

You watch as she puts the small kettle on the fire, boiling some water before she walks back up to you. She gently moves your hair from your face, using a spare cloth to dry it off.

“Why aren’t you sick?” You ask weakly as you look up at her.

“My coat is waterproof,” she says simply, “I thought yours was too.”

“It’s not,” you mumble.

“I can tell,” she replies in a soft, almost loving tone. “We’ll get you one in the next town, okay?”

Your eyes start to feel heavier and heavier as you try to stay awake.

“Sleep,” Hot Pants says, “I’ll wake you up when the soup is ready.”

Without a word, you let yourself slip into a sleep filled with fever dreams. After a few minutes that feels like hours for you, you wake up in a sweaty, panicked haze.

Mumbling incoherently, you quickly sit up causing the blankets to fall off of you. Shivers instantly return to your body as the cold air hits your naked skin.

“Lay down,” Hot Pants says firmly but still caring, “everything is fine.”

She quickly covers you up again, resting a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving. She reaches over with her free hand to grab the nearby mug. Helping you sit up properly without losing the blankets, she brings the mug up to your lips, pouring some of the warm liquid in.

After a while of her slowly feeding you, she lays you back down. It takes no time at all for you to fall asleep again, this time sleeping deeper and longer.

——///——///——///——

Warm light on your face wakes you up from your sleep. Peeking your eyes open, you're almost blinded by the sunlight. You try sitting up, but your arms shake under the weight of your own body.

Glancing around, you’re met with an empty shack of a cabin. The old wood is warped, leaving cracks in the wall, but it provided enough shelter to keep the rain off of the two of you.

Two of you.

Instantly, you realize that Hot Pants is nowhere to be found.

“Hot Pants?” Your weak voice calls out.

When there’s no response, you push the blankets off and force yourself to stand. The air doesn’t carry as much of a bitter bite, but it’s still uncomfortable.

You hardly have the strength to hold yourself up, so you lean heavily against the nearby table.

Each step feels like you are trying to move with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You only manage to take two steps when the door opens and you’re met with Hot Pants’ surprised face.

She immediately drops the firewood that had been in her arms.

“What the hell are you doing,” she asks in a stern tone as she essentially carries you back to the blankets.

“I called for you,” you say softly, voice still weak. “You never responded.”

“I was getting wood for the fire,” she says simply. “And what would you have even done? You can barely stand and are butt naked.”

You glance down at yourself, having forgotten that important fact. “Oh,” you mutter to yourself.

“Right,” she huffs.

“We need to get back on the road though,” you say as you try to sit up again only to be pushed back down by her gentle hand.

“No,” she says simply, leaving no room for argument.

But you try anyway.

“If we fall behind, there’s a higher chance someone else will find the corpse part,” you say but she stops you by placing her hand unceremoniously over your lips.

“The parts are drawn to each other,” she shrugs, “we’ll figure it out.”

“But-,” you try to say but are stopped by a sudden coughing fit.

“Exactly,” she says softly as she rubs your shoulder. “You’re in no position to ride today. Neither of us are worried about winning the race and we can find the parts using the ones we already have.”

“Fine,” you say quietly as you let yourself relax into the blankets.

“Thank you,” she says softly as she stands to go grab the wood again. Tossing it into the fire, she kneels down to get it going again.

“How are you feeling?” She asks without looking away from the fire.

“A little bit better,” you respond softly, “not nearly as nauseous, but I still feel weak and a little cold.”

She turns toward you with a curious look before putting her hand on your forehead. Humming a little she gently rubs the skin under her hand before pulling her hand away. “You’re still pretty warm,” she says softly before grabbing a few of the blankets and putting them away. “I don’t want you to get too hot.”

“Thanks,” you say softly. When she sits back down next to you, you reach out and gently grasp her hand. She gives it a small squeeze before bringing it up to her lips, planting a kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course,” she whispers.

[sirrooster20]

In terms of writing, I’m feeling a lot better after taking a few days of rest! I’m working on a little Hot Pants fic that’s mainly fluff/comfort! Expects that in the next few days

[sirrooster20]

Excuse this little microbiology rant....

I just watched a video about deinococcus radiodurans, and I think I've found my favorite bacteria.

They can literally survive in any conditions (most notably being really high levels of radiation). Most researchers have obviously been focused on the fact that it can survive 1,500 kilorads of ionic radiation (1,000 kilorads is fatal to humans) with very few, if any, mutations in it's DNA.

But the really fun part is that this most likely is just a random little side effect. From the video I watched, most likely, the reason they are able to do this is because their structure evolved to allow them to survive incredibly dry environments, essentially allowing them to turn into dust.

When in the "dust" form, they get blown up into the stratosphere (which is why they are able to survive high levels of radiation), and then come back down to Earth in the form of rain. They do all this to be able to find soil that is rich in organic material.

These are really incredible bacteria and I highly recommend looking into them if this is the kind of thing you are interested in! Also, please watch this video, it was so good and explained everything in a fun and easy to understand way!

https://youtu.be/4be7cNX88p4?si=Emg5UKM1VNIe9IB5

Love these little guys

[sirrooster20]

i ❤️ your yuri. i hope your spine gets better soon >_< take care~

(can i be 💝 anon??)

Yes, of course!

Thank you so much💕

[sirrooster20]

I’m going to take a smidge of a break from writing (only a week at most). I have a back injury that flares up every once in a while and makes functioning a little difficult 🫠 #why did I decide to do college athletics????

I’m going to take this time to think of some ideas, so hopefully I’ll have a lot to post when I’m back!

[sirrooster20]

Hot Pants x fem! Reader

(Modern au smut🤭)

18+ minors DNI

A/n: I was in a hot tub last weekend and got smacked in the face with this idea. I also believe that Hot Pants would have a hard time letting herself be the receiver so I wanted to get into that a little bit!

Cw: inappropriate use of cream starter, hot tub sex

Warm water engulfs you as you step into the hot tub. “I’m so glad we were able to find a time to get out of the city and relax,” you say with a smile as you hold a hand up to Hot Pants to help her into the tub.

“Me too,” she says with a small smile, “I could tell you were starting to get overwhelmed by work.”

“That I was,” you chuckle as she sits down next to you. Her arm almost immediately wraps around your shoulder, holding you close as the two of you relax in the hot tub.

For a moment, you close your eyes, listening to the sound of cicadas and the rolling water. You reach into the water and grab her free hand, playing with her fingers before bringing them up to your lips.

“I could use a little help fully relaxing though,” you say in a low tone as you lick a stripe up her middle finger before kissing the tip of it.

“Oh?” She says with a small smirk, “how can I help you, sweetheart?”

You shift to sit on her lap, slipping on the slick tub and landing face first in her chest.

“Fuck,” you mutter as you quickly sit up with a deep blush, “there goes all the confidence I had.”

She laughs softly, something that really only happens when it’s the two of you alone. Her hands move to grip the soft swell of your ass, holding you in place on her lap. “Don’t worry,” she says in her usual calm tone, “you’re probably going to have your face in my chest again soon.”

She smirks as she watches your face turn bright red. “Don’t tease me,” you groan, only causing her smirk to grow.

Her hands slide up your torso, causing a trail of goosebumps to follow in her wake. Her hands slowly cup your breasts, rubbing your nipples through the wet material of your bikini.

You groan softly, shifting in her lap just slightly. “Does that feel good?” She asks softly. Her hands waste no time in moving to the tie on the back of your neck.

You feel the bikini fall into the water, leaving you exposed to your lover.

She leans forward, planting kisses in a trail along your neck. Her warm tongue slides up the column of your throat before her kisses continue down to the valley between your breasts.

“Fuck, Hp,” you moan softly as she sucks on the soft skin, just far enough away from your nipple to leave you wanting more. Your core clenches around nothing as she nips and sucks on your chest, leaving small bruises here and there.

“Baby, please,” you moan as your hand slides into her pink hair, pulling it slightly.

“Please what?” She asks as she glances up at you.

“Don’t make me do that,” you groan softly, always loving to give her some trouble.

She raises an eyebrow at you before fully leaning back. “What was that?” She asks in her usual, no nonsense tone.

“I’m not going to,” you smirk at her.

She gives you a slightly disbelieving look before reaching down into the water and flicking your clit just hard enough to make you jump.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as she plays with the fabric of your bikini bottoms, refusing to touch you where you really need her. “I will if you use Cream Starter,” you pant.

“Why do you think you're in the position to call the shots,” she whispers in your ear. She grabs your hips and lifts you off of her, positioning your body in front of one of the jets.

You moan loudly as the strong jet of water hits your clit just right. Hot Pants presses her body up against your back, placing her hand over your core and blocking the water, much to your dismay. “So?” She whispers in your ear before nipping at it.

“Fuck,” you groan, “please, touch me. I want to feel good.”

“Good girl,” she hums into your ear before pulling her hand away, letting the water hit your sensitive nub again. Her hands slide up to your chest, tweaking your nipples.

You grip tightly onto the side of the tub, arching back into her. “Oh fuck,” you moan as you reach one hand back to hold onto her waist.

“You’re doing so good,” she whispers against your neck. She litters kisses all across your neck and shoulder.

You can feel your abdomen start to tense up as your hips buck almost uncontrollably. The feeling of her hands on your chest and the jet of water below is almost too much. “I’m close,” you pant.

She presses the side of her head against yours. “Just let it happen,” she says in that forever calm tone, “there’s not another person in hundreds of miles, so don’t worry about being loud.”

You reach both hands back, holding on to her head. As your moans morph into yells, you know you’re at the doorstep, just needing one more push.

“I love you,” she whispers against your ear, sending you over the edge.

Your back arches as your hips twitch. Her hand moves to block the jet of water, knowing that you hate being overstimulated. She gently drags you back to the spot she had originally been sitting at. You can’t help but rest your body against hers, completely worn out.

“Are you okay?” She asks as she gently moves your hair from your face. Your face is completely pink and you’re drenched in sweat.

“Uh huh,” you pant as you rest against her.

“Let’s get you out of here,” she says in a softer tone, “you’re going to overheat if we stay.”

She steps out of the tub, holding a hand out to steady you as you slowly follow. You can feel your release soaking your bikini bottoms and sliding down your thighs.

The second you stumble just slightly due to your jelly-legs, Hot Pants wraps an arm around your waist, leading you back into the cabin.

Once inside, she wraps a towel around you, drying you off with gentle hands.

“Sit, I’m going to get you some water,” she says as she walks towards the sink.

Ignoring her, you walk up and hug her from behind as she fills the cup of water. “You always take such good care of me,” you whisper as you rest your head on her shoulder. Your fingers play with the string of her bikini top.

“You’re still hot,” she mutters with a flush on her cheeks, “you should sit and cool down before we do anything else.”

With a half groan half chuckle you step back, hopping up onto the counter. She glances up at you as she hands you the cup. Her hands rest on your thighs as you take a sip.

As you continue to drink, your free hand traces along her cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you say softly.

Her cheeks flush as she looks away. You gently grab her chin and make her look back towards you, “maybe I should return the favor?”

You catch the way her eyes drift towards Cream Starter before snapping back to you.

“No,” she says in an unconvincing tone, “I made you feel good and that’s enough for me.”

You watch for a moment as she looks out the window at the night sky. She glances down at her hands, continuing to avoid your gaze.

“You can let me take control,” you say softly as you gently rub her shoulders, “you can let go with me.”

A small smile graces your lips as you try to convince her. You can tell in her eyes that she wants it but still refuses to give in to her desires.

“Hot Pants,” you say in a soft tone that has enough sternness to get her to look at you. You cup her cheeks, keeping her dark brown eyes locked on your own. “You’re allowed to desire things. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

With a quiet sigh, she leans into your hand before stepping back. She grabs Cream Starter and starts walking toward the bedroom.

A big smile graces your lips as you follow behind her, already feeling your arousal growing again.

“Come here,” she waves you over to stand in front of her as she sits on the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs a little,” she says softly as she shakes Cream Starter a bit.

You do as you’re told, rubbing your hands along her body as she uses her stand on you. The spray always surprises you with how warm it is.

It doesn’t take long for a phallic shape to form between your legs. “I’ll never get used to how odd this feels,” you chuckle as you run your fingers along the new flesh.

Glancing back up at her, you cup her cheeks and pull her into a deep kiss. “I love you, baby,” you whisper against her lips as you press her back into the bed. She shifts until she’s resting in the middle of the bed.

Grabbing onto the edge of her bikini bottoms, you glance up at her, waiting for her to nod. When she does, you slowly slide the fabric off before tossing it off to the side. The same goes for the top, leaving her naked underneath you.

“Just let me take the lead, okay?” You say softly against her neck.

She nods as she runs her hands up and down your back, finally letting in to her desires.

Your hand slides down her warm, muscular body before finding her wet core. Wasting no time, you gently slip two fingers in her, watching her expression closely. When you’re sure there’s no pain or discomfort, you curl and stretch your fingers. The action causes her hips to buck against your hand.

You shift just slightly to kiss her softly, groaning when she moans quietly against your lips. “I’m going to get you nice and ready for me, okay?” You whisper before kissing her again.

Her core is warm and wet as your fingers slowly pump in and out of her. You gently prod her g-spot when you find it, watching closely as she clenches around you.

She moans again as her legs spread a little wider for you. “I’m ready,” she whispers against your skin.

“Alright,” you say softly, kissing her temple as you slowly pull your fingers out. You shiver as you coat the member between your legs with the slick that covers your fingers.

As you line up with her entrance, pressing against her, you look back up and cup her cheeks.

“I love you more than anything on this planet,” you say softly as you slowly sink into her.

You both moan against each other in tandem as your member slides into her slick heat.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you groan as you tuck your head against her chest. Her arms wrap around you tightly, her nails digging into your back, leaving small crescent shapes in her wake.

“You okay?” You ask softly as you kiss her neck.

“Yeah,” she says quietly, “yeah, I feel good.”

“Can I move?” You glance up at her, wanting to be able to watch her as you move.

She nods, biting her lip as you start to thrust into her. Her legs shift to wrap around you, keeping your hips from moving too far from hers.

Your eyes roll back slightly as her gummy walls clench around you, making you moan.

“There,” she moans, “don’t stop doing that.”

You nod as your head dips down to kiss her neck, “I won’t.”

Staying true to your word, you continue to pound into her at a steady, strong pace. Your hands gently grasp her hips, keeping her body in place.

You shiver at the feeling of her chest brushing against your own. “Talk to me,” you whisper, trying to gauge how she’s feeling.

“It feels so good,” she pants quietly, not entirely used to being the one receiving.

“You close, sweet girl?” You ask with a small smile as she starts to tense up around you, her muscular legs quivering.

“Mhm,” she moans, her voice getting higher pitched than usual.

You smile against her skin, “good. Just let go for me, okay?”

You groan softly as her hands grip onto your back and neck. Your arms move to hug her just as close.

“Fuck, I’m close,” she moans loudly. Her walls suddenly clench around you as she reaches the peak of her pleasure.

You gently thrust into her, drawing out her pleasure for a moment before slowing down to a halt.

Sitting up, you take a moment to look at her in all her glory. Reaching down, you gently brush some of the hair that is stuck to her sweaty forehead out of the way. Cupping her cheek, you lean down and kiss her softly.

“You’re deserving of all the love you desire and more,” you whisper softly.

Her hands tense where they rest against your body, buried guilt and emotions she’d rather not get in to rise to the surface for a moment.

“I love you,” you whisper, “so fucking much.”

The certainty in your voice helps quell the emotions for the time being.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Anytime,” you say with a soft smile, “there’s nothing I’d rather do than make you feel good.”

[valives]

SHE IS YOUR NEW ADDICTION

summary: you’re stressed, good thing your teammate is there to help you blow off some steam…

wc: 4.49k -> tags: fem! reader, nsfw content, WLW, service dom! hot pants, mutual obsession, guided masturbation, fingerfucking, nipple play, cunnilingus, teasing, praise kink, inexperienced! reader, mild dumbification, POSSESSIVE BEHAVIORS, power imbalance, reference to violence, set during sbr, wholesome but slightly concerning dynamics | 🏷️: @manaribbons @sshikoyo @lovelacesonnette | song here!

This is arguably the worst time to be horny.

But you can’t rest. The adrenaline from an earlier encounter with a Stand user still thrums through your veins, keeping you awake and aware on your bedroll at this very moment. Your heart flutters as you turn to look at Hot Pants’ side profile. Her breathing sounds steady… is she asleep? The poor woman, having been so stressed healing your wounds. Despite her unfeeling demeanor, you know that she still cares.

Cares enough not to leave you behind, that is…

You mentally remind yourself not to get distracted again. You’ve worn her out today. The hard set of her jaws as she scolds you for being careless, the rough quality in her voice as she orders you to stay still, the sharpness in her eyes as she inspects your injuries, yet the way her hands are undeniably gentle as they treat your wounds.

All of them are making you wet.

You’ve had it bad for your companion for a while now, even more so since you learned about her true identity. For the most part, you think you’ve done a great job keeping your infatuation under control and focusing on being someone useful… with the sole expectation of tonight. Sneaking out briefly crosses your mind, but it’s nighttime already. You can’t risk an enemy finding out about your camping spot and giving her another chronic headache. What would you even say to her then? That you're going to jerk yourself off behind a rock 'cuz you're horny? Yeah, right. 

Sighing, you hike up your top.

Your breasts spill over the confinement of your bra, the buds hard in the cool air that slips past the small opening of the tent. Biting the collar of your shirt to lift it higher, you start palming the soft flesh, a little embarrassed at the fact that your mind immediately goes to how it would feel to have Hot Pants do this to you instead. Another hand goes down your body, past the soft skin of your belly, and settles on your navel, where you feel your cunt throbbing just inches down.

…what are you supposed to do again?

You slide a hand into your panties and start rubbing along your slit with your index and middle fingers, biting down harder at your shirt to contain a pathetic whimper. God, you’re soaked. Any faster now, and the noise coming from your cunt is gonna wake her up before the one from your mouth does.

Spreading your thighs further, you tap a finger on… your clit? You can feel the thing twitch slightly beneath your touch, but the pleasurable sensation you’ve always fantasized about is missing. Just days before, you two crossed a hot spring on your way through the forest, where you took it as an opportunity to refresh. She stayed back to watch your steeds, a decision you found to be understandable.

Despite the initial and all-day need to relieve yourself, with your shirt pulled up and your hand literally down your pants at this moment, your mind keeps drifting back to your fellow rider in a way that now has little to do with sexual attraction and more with a puppy crush. Your partnership isn’t rooted in intimacy, so although a bit disappointed, you respect Hot Pants' ultimate decision not to join you then.

You just can't seem to forget the way she looked at you. 

You swear that she did look at you, back when you had your back to her, just like right now; the heat of the water second to her gaze. You can convince yourself that she only did so because she's worried; you're a handful for her to deal with, after all. When you came back up, the pink on her cheeks and ears that matched her hair might have been the steam's doing; how she cleared her throat afterward and rushed you to move on held no ulterior motive other than getting back on the road as quickly as possible. 

If there’s one thing you like about this gruesome race, though, it’s the fact that you get to meet Hot Pants. 

Somewhere along the way, money became less of a concern, and you’ve grown more and more attached to your stoic teammate. Parts of you don’t even want it to end just so you can stay by her side forever, but it’s evident that the longer this charade goes on, the more people will die… the more likely that she will be a part of the statistic. A number. A casualty amongst thousands. You don’t have a picture of her. You don’t even know her real name. After this race, will you ever get to see her again? Will both of you make it out alive? Your heart shrivels up at the realization of just how short-lived these mundane moments are. How the sun will eventually die one day, and how someone as bright as her… won’t be spared from the inevitable pull of death. 

You’ve been praying lately.

To God, to the Virgin Mary, and to any entity that has been eavesdropping. You prayed for her safety and well-being. For Hot Pants to get what she wants and have what she needs by the end of this race, if only she still lives to see another day.

…

What a thought to have mid-masturbation.

Here you are, fantasizing about her like a freak while she’s lying just one meter away. Nevertheless, you're thankful that your arousal has somewhat died down to the point you feel like you can mostly fall asleep without the need of a release. It would be so awkward anyway if she were to wake up and—

Behind you, the bedding rustles.

Your heart jumps to your esophagus, your soul ascending to seven heavens when the weight of her arms—YES, arms plural—suddenly settles over the bare skin of your waist, her fingertips slightly grazing your wrist on the hand that you're still shoving inside your panties.

What the fuck is this? You try to rack your short-circuited brain for an answer. You've traveled long enough with Hot Pants at this point to know her sleeping habits. She's not a heavy sleeper, and she definitely doesn't get this touchy or cuddly either. During the times you two were forced to share a sleeping bag, the woman still maintains the invisible boundary she set, lying still as a statue while being awfully tolerant of the way you flip yourself around like a pancake. Well, you don't know if she was tolerating you. Hot Pants has never mentioned it when morning came around, anyway.

True to your best interest, you chalk it up as a one-time occurrence and slowly, carefully maneuver one of her arms away from your body. 

But the bedding rustles again; you feel Hot Pants shift closer. 

You feel every inch of her front suddenly pressing up against your back, her breath warm on your nape, and the familiar heat creeps up your neck like that day at the hot spring. Your cunt twitches against your fingers when one of her arms slips beneath your body to fully encircle your waist.

"Why did you stop?"

The shirt falls back down your torso as your mouth goes slack. Clasping your free hand over your lips to contain a horrified scream, you eventually decide you can't play dumb anymore.

And so, you turn around.

Hair slightly mussed up from sleep, her gaze somewhat foggy with lingering exhaustion. If your heart is racing before, you feel it can stop dead at this very moment as those eyes zero in on you in the shaft of moonlight that slipped past the tent's opening. Drowsiness slowly vanishes from her features, replaced by an almost predatory gleam.

She leans over and repeats the question to your dumbstruck face.

"Why did you stop touching yourself?"

You flinch. "I—" Is she joking?! Hot Pants' ability to say the most atrocious things with a poker face and a neutral tone will be the death of you. "God, look—" God's already looking. "I—I'm sosorry, I didn't mean to wake you up—"

"I was already awake." Is that amusement in her voice? Your brain blue-screens at the lewd implication that she might have enjoyed hearing you, so naturally, the only thing that leaves your mouth is another futile lie.

"I don't…"

"You don't know," Hot Pants presses on as she leans down, the space between your lips now only a breath away, "how to touch yourself, correct?"

Flanked by the bedroll and her body, you mentally curse your lack of self-control that has you bound to this bizarre predicament. 

"I… I guess," you swallow. Only realizing now that you still have a hand down your panties, you hastily jerk it away, only for her arms to tighten around your waist, blocking your escape. "Hey, what's your problem?!"

All but squeal out your complaint, you're not sure whether to be creeped out or really, really thrilled deep down that your supposed unrequited love is showing interest in… whether you can get yourself off or not. This isn't like her at all; what's happening? A hallucination that your lovesick mind conjured up? A side effect of that earlier Stand attack? The question seems to be written out on your flustered face, evident by the small quirk of Hot Pants' mouth. You close your eyes instinctively, half-expecting the soft crush of her lips, but tense up once you feel her bangs tickle your forehead instead. 

Her eyes are trained on you.

"You're no use to me if you're all tensed up." Flinching as she cups one side of your cheek. "The more relaxed you are, the faster you can fall asleep. The better you sleep, the faster we can get ahead in the race…"

You can almost taste every word that comes out of her throat. 

"So let me help you unwind, hm?"

The heat on your neck intensifies.

Inexperienced or not, you won't say no to that. 

"O—Okay…"

Hot Pants' expression softens upon hearing your verbal agreement. This time, the gap between you two is truly erased as she slots her mouth against yours. You tense up a bit; this is your first kiss. Shyly, you move your lips along with her, still unsure of what to do. Her hands have temporarily moved away from your waist, stroking up and down your sides and making you shudder. 

The first swipe of her tongue on your bottom lip makes you open up without thinking. Instantly, Hot Pants deepens the kiss. Your tongues entangle together; you whimper into her mouth and she swallows the noises you make. You feel your head start to spin. Intoxicated. 

Wanting to wrap your arms around her neck, you pull away to prop yourself up with your free hand, only for Hot Pants to gently press you back down onto the bedding and chase your lips again. She reaches for your shirt, a quizzical tilt of her head. You nod, breathless.

Your nipples stiffen the second they're re-exposed to the cold air. Her hands cup your breasts, giving the soft mounds a few experimental squeezes before rolling and molding them to her liking. A choked moan leaves you; the slight calluses of her palms against your sensitive flesh feel so fucking good that it makes your toes curl. By this point, your other hand has gotten numb from how long they've been kept hostage between your thighs, and yet you can still feel how pathetically soaked your cunt is.

Back arched with another high-pitched noise when Hot Pants tweaks on both of your nipples; it's taking you everything to not close your eyes and melt into the thin mattress. Shakily, you guide one of her hands down your torso until it lands on the front of your panties. Getting the memo, her eyes darken, voice low. 

“Legs up.”

You obey, and she helps you shimmy out the rest of your pants and undergarments. Your thighs start shaking a little, and they might have collapsed from the weight of gravity if it wasn't for her hands—her big, strong hands—catching you and opening your thighs further apart so she can kneel between them.

"Spread your cunt for me."

And you do, a whine muffled by your hand clasped over your own mouth. Under the dim moonlight, your sex glistens with shiny arousal. The small, sensitive bud twitches, demanding attention. For a long moment, your pink-haired companion is awfully quiet as she takes in the sight of you, all naked and needy and spread out underneath her like the most exquisite feast. The intensity of her gaze makes your eyes flutter shut, embarrassed yet undeniably turned on. 

(Amidst your limerence, the irony of her codename isn't lost on you. Though it might have been given to her by the Vatican for this mission, you can't say that the sight and the sound of her alone don't make your pants... hot.) 

"What's on your mind?" 

Your eyes flit open again when her voice booms into your left ear, her face up against yours. One brow raised with head cocked ever so slightly to the side. You squirm back against the bedding with a quiet gasp, wishing it could somehow open up and absorb you whole at this very moment; your cheeks as pink as her hair.

"N-Nothing—!"

A twinkle of amusement crosses her beautiful features, but thankfully, she doesn't press it further. Your breath catches when her lips brush against your temple, and you instinctively tilt your head to the side, giving her more access when her kisses start journeying down the delicate curve of your neck. No bites or sharp nips ever come; her cold lips worshipful on your flushed skin. 

Hot Pants treats you like you're made of glass. 

For some weird, asinine reason, it makes you want to tease her more. It's urging you to cup her cheeks and coo in her ears about holding you gently and loving you slowly when you, in fact, are willing to let her do much worse. Getting whiplash from the direction of your thoughts, you jump again when her hand finds yours.

Specifically, the one still resting on top of your cunt. 

Contrary to your expectations, though, she doesn't pry it away just yet. Instead, Hot Pants smoothes her knuckle over your wetness and lets out a quiet laugh when the act elicits a lewd whimper from you. Her lips drop back to the side of your cheek, squeezing your wrist when she whispers, so softly it makes your heart melt—

"You're so cute like this." Another kiss lands on the corner of your eye. "So pretty for me."

"I think you're prettier…" You mutter, averting your eyes shyly.

Hot Pants stiffens. Her head stops on the crook of your shoulder, leaning into it, and you feel an airy huff fan against your skin. Bemused detachment, perhaps? The thought is gone before you can dwell on it further; her lips seek yours out for another slow kiss. Still glued together, you gasp quietly into her mouth when she directs your index and middle fingers over your own clit. 

"This is where you start, okay?" She keeps her voice low, like she's talking to a small, wounded dove. "We can stop at any time you want."

"G-Got it..."

It warms your heart just how patient she is. 

"Good girl," you feel a smile on your shoulder blade. "Go on now."

You obey, your fingers toying with your clit. Rubbing it in small, slow circles. Pushing past the initial awkwardness, you can actually start to feel a twinge of pleasure setting in, growing intense enough that it makes your thighs start to shake.

"Good," a purr vibrates against your skin, "Try pressing harder—" she applies the slightest amount of pressure and your eyes can't help but roll back, "—like this."

"Haaa… H-Hot Pants~"

"Fuck—" she audibly groans at the sound of her name, so desperate and needy. Nibbling along your bare shoulders and nuzzling into your cleavage, Hot Pants sounds just as breathless when she heaves. "Now, slide one finger in."

You tense up for a brief second, but comply anyway, rubbing circles on your entrance, probing with just the tip as you brace yourself for self-penetration. Vigilant as ever, the sign of your anxiety doesn't escape her notice. Hot Pants kisses back up to the base of your neck, giving the hand over your pussy another gentle squeeze, whispering encouragement into your ears while her free hand massages your breast. Gulping, you push in agonizingly slow, tensing a little as your wall flexes around the intrusion of your finger. 

"L-Like this?"

"Mhm…"

With her attention on you like a hawk, you find it difficult to raise your voice, let alone even get the words out. One peek at her face is enough to make your mind short-circuit; even past third base, you wonder why your heart still flutters wildly at the knowledge of her watching. Maybe it's something about the way her gaze roams your body. Eyes that are cold, dark, and unfeeling, holding no mercy for those who get in her way, are now trained on you with the same unblinking ferocity. 

A predator watching its prey. 

Inexplicably, you have the sudden urge to shut your thighs. There's no chance for that, of course; Hot Pants already immobilizes your hips with the weight of her body, and for the first time that night, she actually laughs out loud.

"Am I making you shy, amore?"

Sensing another flustered, fruitless lie, she moves to shush you, rubbing along your pouty lips and sliding her thumb into the warm cavity of your mouth.

"That's okay, just keep going. You're doing so good…"

Whimpers muffled by her hand, you start pumping in and out of your cunt steadily, feeling tight muscles spasm around the lone digit. Hot Pants lets out another groan, her thumb sliding back and forth on your soft, wet tongue. Breathing hard as she watches the way your finger disappears between your legs, as if she's torn between wanting to see more and wanting to do the same to you. 

"A-Aah—!" A gasp is ripped out of your throat when she unexpectedly pulls her hand away, a string of slimy saliva connecting your lips with her thumb. Said thumb that is now rubbing figure eights on your neglected clit, making you moan every time it catches the sensitive hood. "Oh, H-Hot Pants…"

"Can my sweet girl add one more finger for me?" Drunk on the mind-numbing pleasure, you immediately plunge another in at the command, surprised at how easily your walls yield. On top of you, Hot Pants clenches her jaws. As vile as the sounds coming out of your mouth, your pussy keeps making those lewd squelching noises that fill the entire tent as it gobbles your clumsy fingers. Reaching down, she blows into the shell of your pink-tipped ear, low and purring like a content housecat when she gives your knuckles a nudge.

"Curl them upwards," you move according to her guidance, letting out a sharp cry when arousal bursts up your spine. "That's right, feel that bumpy texture? That's your erogenous area."

"Ah~! Ngh…!"

It's too much; it's a chore to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head and your tongue from lolling out of your mouth. Her thumb stays on your clit the entire time you're spiraling; rubbing, circling, and massaging the swollen nub until you feel tears running down your cheeks. Your fingers keep going in and out of your cunt without stopping; you're going to cum at this point. Somewhat snapped out of your daze when her head lowers to your chest and her hair spreads across your cleavage. She takes a nipple into her mouth, alternating between two breasts as she rolls her tongue around each bud and suckles greedily. 

Your hand threads into her hair, feeling the tresses pass between your fingers. They're so soft; in such a vibrant shade of pink too… You can't possibly be more embarrassed, considering the state you're currently in right now, but at a checkpoint some days ago, you had lost her in a crowd while scouting for water. Confused and panicked, it was Gyro Zeppeli—out of all people—who happily escorted you back to your companion, though all Hot Pants did back then was give him her signature death stare before dragging you away without another word. Poor Gyro, you didn't even have the chance to say thank. Maybe if you run into him next time—

"Ouch!"

Feeling a stinging sensation, your first instinct is to look down. 

On your puffy nipple lies a red, angry bite mark, shiny with a gloss of saliva. A hand—hers, no doubt—tilts your chin up. 

Hot Pants had almost killed you once.

"Are you by chance thinking of another man while in bed with me?" 

Her voice holds no trace of warmth or praise as it did a few minutes ago. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, feeling like every part of your body can cease to function all at once. Like a sickening crash of thunder that rips apart the calm night sky, you realize with absolute clarity what it feels like to be on the receiving end of such brutality. What would have happened, anyway, if Hot Pants hadn't taken a liking to you? At the start of the race, stranded in the middle of nowhere when you were still figuring out what the fuck your Stand actually does, a single encounter with someone as skilled and unforgiving as her meant realistically no chance of surviving. Meant your body could have been long rotted on the ground and become a feast for the vultures. Meant you—yes, YOU—would just be another statistic in the long, long list of missing riders. 

Even if you're concerned about her safety. 

It's yours that's actually more on the line.

A twisted sense of arousal bubbles up in your core. None of it matters because, at the end of the day, Hot Pants does like you. She stays with you. She protects you. She lets you circle her like a lovesick puppy dog that she just can toss and order around with little to no repercussions. And maybe that's love too. Maybe somewhere along the way, she got attached to you, too. Maybe with time, you'll learn more about her. Her real name. Her past. Her wildest dreams and her greatest nightmares. 

But here, in this moment, you know one thing for sure.

This version of Hot Pants can crush you in an instant.

But the mask slips back on; Hot Pants' expression softens again, brows knitted together like she's in pain when she loosens her grip on your jaws. 

"I'm sorry," there's that gentle, soothing voice again as she caresses your tear-dried cheek. "Did I scare you, my love?"

Grinning, you're quick to shake your head and wrap your free arm around her. Head nuzzling into her chest. "Nope, I'm okay!"

You can do anything to me.

"Still…" she trails off. You see a smile at the corner of your eyes before it forcibly morphs into a frown. "I should make it up to you…"

"Aw, you don't need t—"

Hot Pants already moves before you can finish, pulling your fingers out of your cunt. They're ripped away from your walls with a lewd squelch, making you whine at the abrupt emptiness before she brings those same fingers to her mouth and suck the slick off them. 

Your thighs twitch at the sight. 

You're practically the horniest you have ever been right now. 

Short, jagged breaths. You giggle and crash your lips together, holding her face in your hands and lightly digging your nails into her jawline. You roll your tongue against hers, sucking on the soft muscle and tasting yourself. She responds with equal fervor, grunting into your mouth like a dog before breaking away to kiss down your neck. Her tongue swirls around your nipple, soothing the bite with the soft wet heat of her mouth. Trailing her lips past your belly, down to between your inner thighs, where your pussy has been waiting, dripping for her all night.

She drinks from your cunt as if she had never tasted any finer liquid, long licks going up-and-down, back-and-forth on your folds before she clamps her mouth on your clit and sucks like she's trying to drain the living daylight out of you, eyes locked on your own as she watches the way you fall under her spell. Your hips twitch helplessly in her hold before Hot Pants swiftly lets go, allowing your thighs to clamp around her face, riding her tongue to your heart's content. 

"Aah~! Hahh-, hnngh..!" Your back shoots up the thin mattress when three calloused fingers graze your entrance. A few seconds are all you have to adjust before she rams them inside your sloppy cunt, curling them in a 'come-hither' motion that momentarily voids your brain while her mouth swallows your clit whole. God, the way her callouses rub against your walls. Something in your lower belly clenches; the pressure is building unbearably. "I-I'm gonna—"

"Cum for me." 

That's all it takes for the dam to break.

You're gushing so violently that you thought you might die from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Soaking her face, hand, body, and even the bedding below you. Crying again when she places a final kiss on your oversensitive nub before pulling away. Your mind is blank, your mouth gasping for air to fill your lungs, and it feels like ages before you can articulate a thought without jumbling up the syllables. By then, Hot Pants is already on top of you again as she stares you down in satisfaction. The lower half of her face is shiny before she wipes it off with the back of her hand.

"I take it as you enjoyed yourself, hmm?"

"I—" you hiccup. She huffs out a quiet laugh, leaning down to brush her lips against your forehead.

"It's fine, I'll clean you up, and then we'll get some rest."

"But—" your face scrunches up in frustration when another hiccup cuts you off again. Ignoring her amused expression, you take a deep breath and reach out to weakly tug on her blouse.

Hot Pants tilts her head ever so slightly.

"Y-You haven't…come…"

She hums, face unchanging. You can't tell if she's wants to keep going or not. Eithe way, Hot Pants just continues to stare at you like she wants to wear your skin (which you'll immediately let her). 

"Are you sure?" She asks after another long moment. You nod in reply.

Then quietly, with a wry smile, she mutters. "Okay then…"

You watch in confusion as Hot Pants reaches for Cream Starter.

a/n: lots of love to ruby/ @sirrooster20 for looking over some parts with me… i’m looking forward to see your smut too 🫪🫪 thank you everyone for reading! LONG LIVE THE HOT PANTS YURI ❤️❤️❤️

[sirrooster20]

IM LITERALLY OBSESSED!!!!! You once again knocked it out of the park @valives 💕

[batwngs]

z <3 can you recommend some blogs that write about jjba?

@irisgrrl: amazing writer, mostly writes for jotaro atm and is like transcending the game with putting that man through situationships but has the most beautifully written avdol fic everyone should read immediately

@moviecritc: literally a visionary of a writer with some of the most inventive situations and scenarios, and just generally has such an amazing understanding of each character + addicting af to read anything nora writes; broad in scope across all parts

@sirrooster20: obsessed with ruby's writing style <3 mostly locked in for her hot pants content because hot pants brainworms atm, but has a great ongoing bruno series + recently posted for jotaro

@brandour: my shayla!! honestly one of my inspirations when it comes to writing because her ideas and interpretations of the characters are so !!! truly scratches the brain. mostly sbr with some of the best diego fics + has a great modern au series in the works, but currently on hiatus atm

@hierophantpistols: also genuinely obsessed with milena's writing style, i think she has one of the strongest writing voices out here, esp in her series at the beach in every life (please everyone go read this now..literally changed my life..) has a great range across the parts and currently accepting jojolion reqs so patiently and excitedly waiting for those :')

@valives: beloved leader of hot pants nation that consistently truth nukes me with hot pants brainworms + suchh a talented and amazing writer like literally everyone needs to be here and also read ode to a name

@julsfire555: newer writer so i haven't had much time yet to parse through their masterlist, but ugh loving what i have saved in my tbr!!! mostly sbr but also writes for other parts

@starryfandomsx: another newer writer that i haven't had the chance to read much from yet, but super excited for the angsty mista fic she's working on >:)

@meeeeeeeesta: ongoing f1 mista / reader series :) amazing and super talented writer, so excited for the next chapters!!

@swamelon: literally the jjba writer in my heart and mind and genuinely writes some of if not the best hcs in the fandom! genuinely feel so inspired to write every time i see one of their posts :') also wrote this lovely poly gappy + yasuho hc that has been living in my brain (and drafts) for days

+ some other writers that occasionally pop up on my following/'fyp' tab: @screamingintothestarss @d1azepamblu @adeadcreator @sogggywaffless @missmamezuku @thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli @door2hevn @angelicaero @theshatteredstar

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I’m so honored to be on this list!

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I may or may not be working on another Hot Pants smut…

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Jotaro x Reader

A/n: This was actually pretty fun to write, so don’t be surprised if you see more Jotaro x reader fics from me

Cw - mentions of death, a little angsty in the beginning, a little suggestive in the end😏

“Here’s your medicine,” you say with a smile as you hand the package to the older gentleman in front of you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says with a smile, “you’re a life saver!” He hobbles out of the pharmacy, leaving you in the quiet.

With a sigh, you glance at the clock before starting to close everything down. The calmness of Morioh has been a godsend for you after everything that happened on your journey to Egypt. Your fingers brush against the small scar on your forehead, a constant reminder of your encounter with Dio before you met the Joestars.

The sound of the doorbell chiming as the door opens snaps you out of your memories. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night. You can-,” the words die in your throat when you turn around and are met with a tall silhouette that you thought you’d never see again. The pill bottle that you had been holding slips from your fingers and falls to the ground with a clinking sound.

“Jotaro,” you gasp quietly. Suddenly, in just a fraction of a second, all the memories you had been trying to keep out come flooding back to the front of your mind. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here on family business and Speedwagon stuff,” he says in that deep, calm voice he’s always had.

“No, why are you here,” you say in a sharp tone as you reach down and grab the bottle, putting it down on the table with a bit more force than necessary. “Here, in my store.”

“I wanted to see you,” he says simply, “I haven’t seen you since we parted ways a few years ago.”

“Has it crossed your mind that I might not want to see you, Jotaro?” You snap at him as you turn and organize the drugs on the shelf. You close your eyes for a moment, calming down before sighing. “What do you need?”

“There’s a boy who has a stand that can heal,” he says in that no nonsense tone he’s had since you were both 17. “He could use your guidance.”

“And why do you think I could give him good guidance?” You huff.

“You are a great healer,” he says.

“Really?” You say in a sarcastic tone, “let’s ask Kakyoin. Oh wait. We can’t because I couldn’t save him.”

You set down the bottle of drugs that you had been sorting and cover your face as fat, warm tears slide down your cheeks.

Large arms suddenly wrap around you, pulling you close. Jotaro had moved behind the table separating the two of you the moment he noticed your lip wobble.

“I couldn’t save him,” you whisper, voice muffled by Jotaro’s body. His hand gently slides through your hair.

“It’s not your fault,” his deep voice vibrates against your cheek as you rest your head against his chest. “Dio would have killed you if you had tried. Joseph was right to pull you away.”

Your arms wrap around Jotaro in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry for blowing up on you,” you say softly, sniffling as you try to force yourself to stop crying.

“I can handle it,” he chuckles ever so slightly. “I miss him too, you know? Him and Avdol,” he sighs.

“What about Iggy?” You ask as you look up at him.

With a deep sigh and a slightly reluctant look, he nods, “yes, I miss Iggy too.”

You pull away from him, taking a deep breath as you wipe your face. “So who’s this boy you wanted me to help with?”

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“Wait, so let me get this straight,” you say as you walk along the streets of Morio with Jotaro by your side. “He’s your uncle but you’re older than him?”

“Yes,” Jotaro says with a sigh, “apparently Joseph got busy during his travels and Josuke was the result.”

Distracted by the conversation, you accidentally bump into a man in a purple suit. “Oh, sorry about that,” you say as you pass him. He pays you no mind so you turn back to Jotaro.

The two of you make your way to Jotaro’s hotel room so he can tell you more about Josuke. The setting sun covers everything in a golden glow.

“This is just like the trip to Egypt,” you say in a nostalgic tone, “spending the night in hotels together.”

“I guess it is,” Jotaro says simply, with only a hint of nostalgia. “Have you eaten dinner yet? I can have them bring food up to the room.”

“Ok, fancy pants,” you chuckle, “yeah, that’d be nice.”

A soft rumble of a laugh escapes him for just a moment.

As you almost walk past his rental car, a large, warm hand rests on your waist, gently pulling you toward him and the car. Your cheeks instantly flush but you make no move to pull away from him.

“Oh, thanks,” you say in a slightly embarrassed tone.

The car ride is comfortable enough as the two of you catch up after being apart for so long. You can feel the relationship that had begun growing during your travels return, but maybe it never truly left you.

“Holy shit,” you say quietly to yourself when you walk into his hotel room. “This is like a whole penthouse.”

“All thanks to the Speedwagon Foundation,” he says with a shrug as he moves to the phone. You follow behind him, taking a look at the room service menu.

As you point to the most expensive item, he glares at you, “this is all on me, I hope you know.”

“Aw,” you mutter in a disappointed tone, “you’re no fun.” You point to a cheap salad instead and walk off to explore the room some more.

You find yourself standing at the window in the bedroom, looking over at the lights of Morioh that cover the ground like stars.

“What are you thinking about?” A deep voice startles you out of your ruminating.

“If the Speedwagon Foundation sent you here, then some type of shit is about to go down,” you say quietly, your hands curling up into fists. “I’m not ready to go through that again. I came to Morioh to live a peaceful life and forget that I am a stand user.”

His hand gently grabs yours, forcing it to open and hold his instead.

“I’m sorry,” is all he responds with.

“Always a man of few words,” you say softly as you squeeze his hand.

He squeezes it in return. “Are you in a relationship?” He says out of the blue.

Your head whips over to him. After having a slightly more heartfelt conversation, this sudden change is a little jarring. You watch him with wide eyes as he continues to stare forward. His nonchalance is something you’ve never been able to understand, but have grown to love.

“Uh, no,” you say in a slightly confused tone, “what about you?”

“No,” he says simply, his green eyes flicking over to you before returning to the window. “I wasn’t able to get over you.”

If your jaw could hit the floor, it would have. You’ve always known that you and Jotaro had a special connection out of everyone in the group before, but you hadn’t let yourself believe that he reciprocated the feelings you had.

“Wh-what?” You stutter just slightly. Grabbing his face, you force him to turn toward you, “tell me exactly what you mean by that.”

You watch as his cheeks flush with a pale pink color. “I loved you in Egypt and I still love you now,” he says simply.

Your whole body feels like it’s full of butterflies as you try to stay calm. “I loved you too,” you admit quietly. “I wish that I hadn’t pushed you away. I probably would have been able to heal a bit faster if I wasn’t on my own.” You gently rub his knuckles with your thumb, “I love you too.”

The second the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. Letting go of his hand, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you kiss deeply. You let him gently push you back up against the wall, his hand cradling the back of your head.

His tongue eventually slips between your lips and runs along your own. The feeling of his lips and the way his hands hold your body sends heat down to your abdomen. One of your hands slides down his chest, just barely making it to his belts when the doorbell rings.

He pulls away from you just a fraction. The two of you stare at each other, panting just slightly before the doorbell rings again.

“We should go get that,” you say softly.

He silently nods, walking toward the front door with you following behind. When he opens the door, one of the hotel's staff members rolls in a tray of food before stepping out again without a word.

You uncover your food and freeze when you don’t see a salad. The expensive steak that you had pointed to earlier rests on the plate. You stare at it for a moment before looking up at Jotaro.

“Why did you do this?” You ask quietly.

“You wanted it,” he says with a shrug, “so I got it for you.”

You smile at him softly. “I owe you one,” you chuckle, “but seriously. Thank you.”

He waves you off, “the kiss was enough for me.”

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Ok, so I’m getting a tattoo in a few weeks!! I know I want to get the jojo’s birthmark but I don’t know what style I want. I thought I’d ask you guys for your opinions!

Option A:

Option B:

Which tattoo should I get?

Option A

Option B

Voting ended onJul 9

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To love and be loved

(Part 7)

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/n: oh boy! It’s smooching time!

Anyway… I hit a little bit of a writers block and was struggling to write anything. This part is fairly small because of it, but hopefully I’m back in the swing of things!

You’re sitting in your bed, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart when your door opens again. You glance up and see Bruno walking back in with a smile.

“How’s Fugo doing?” You ask with a soft smile, “sorry I left earlier without checking in on him.”

Bruno shakes his head, “he’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He sits back down next to you on the bed, wrapping a warm arm around your shoulder as he holds you close. “Now, where were we?” He asks with a smile as he looks down at you.

Your cheeks immediately flush when you realize what’s about to happen. “I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you blurt out quickly, blushing even harder.

Bruno chuckles but squeezes your shoulder, “neither have I, so don’t worry about it.” He shifts slightly, cupping your cheek, “if you’re not ready, we don’t have to do this. A lot has happened for you in the past hour or so.”

You shake your head with a soft, “no.” Your hand gently cups his face, “I want this.”

The two of you slowly bring your faces closer together. When your noses brush, it causes you both to jump, getting a chuckle out of you.

With a deep breath, you close the remaining distance, pressing your lips against his soft ones. The hand that rests on your waist tenses just slightly. You almost feel frozen, not sure what to do next, but loving the feeling of his lips against yours.

“Relax,” he whispers when he pulls back just a fraction, “you alright?”

You laugh softly as you pull back, “yeah, I’m fine. I just had no idea what to do next.”

He laughs along with you, tracing a finger gently across your cheek. “We’ll figure it out together,” he says with a soft smile as his hand moves to grasp the back of your head.

You can’t help but smile back as you lean into another kiss. His lips meet yours with a bit more confidence, gently sucking on your bottom lip. His hand gently scratches your scalp as your lips move against each other.

Reaching out, you hesitate for a moment before resting your hands on his waist. Your hands quickly slide up his muscular torso, pulling him into a tight embrace.

When you finally need to breathe, you pull back just a fraction, keeping your forehead pressed against his. “Wow,” is all you can whisper.

“Wow is right, bella,” he chuckles as he cups your cheek, “you’re good at this.”

“So are you,” you say in a breathless tone. “Stay with me tonight,” you whisper softly, almost embarrassed to be asking him to do this.

He nods with a small smile before leaning back to kiss your forehead. “Let me grab some of my things and then I’ll be back, okay?” He says as he gently rubs the skin of your cheek with his thumbw.

You nod, watching as he steps out of the room. While he’s gone, you slip into some pajamas. You glance around your room, suddenly realizing how messy it is. With a deep, embarrassed blush you quickly start to pick up the place before Bruno comes back in.

In your scramble, you don’t hear him walking up to your door. The sound of its opening causes you to freeze with a bundle of clothes in your arms, halfway into tossing them in the closet.

“Hey,” you say with an embarrassed chuckle.

He smiles and shakes his head, closing the door behind him. “I don’t mind the mess,” he shrugs, “it just means the room is lived in.”

“Well,” you huff as you toss the clothes in and close the closet, “I don’t like it.”

He chuckles as he tosses his own pillow onto the bed. “Come on,” he says softly, “it’s late.”

You follow him into the bed with a small smile. Climbing into the bed, the two of you lie there awkwardly. It’s never been more clear that the two of you have never been in a relationship before. Hell, not even your parents showed any sort of affection like this, so you continue to lie next to Bruno, stiff as a board.

Your heart stutters in your chest when he moves his arm. Lifting your head just slightly, you let him wrap his arm around your shoulder. With a gentle tug, he shifts you onto your side and pulls you towards him.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly, resting his chin on the top of your head.

You shift just slightly, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Perfect,” you respond in the same soft tone.

You fall into the deepest sleep you’ve experienced since you ran away from home.

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🐱 anon : part 4! I love love love jotaro 🥺

Ooooo

I think I can cook something up for him😏