Hot older men who can't sleep because of the terrible shit they saw when they were younger. Their friends being torn apart, blood, suffering and everything that comes with it.
Hot older men who can't resist burying themselves into their peaceful, fast asleep and controversially younger girlfriend next to them. What better way to get the carnage out of their heads?
Hot older men who promise to get you anything you want if you just let him have you, apologizing while still pounding into your soft walls. Torn between wanting his baby to be comfortable and rested but also needing anything to take his mind out of the dark place it was in.
Hot older men who hush their sweet dolls, telling them to be a good girl and take it, he just needs to ease his mind and then he'll let you go back to sleep. You're his good little girl, you shouldn't complain, after all, he takes such good care of you.
Hot older men who get carried away with their sweet girls so easily. It's not his fault you're so easily toyed with. Your pretty little body needs to be roughed up sometimes, he's just giving you what you need. That, and every rough thrust into his tired bunny melts away some of the stress and trauma in his head.
Hot older men who leave harsh slaps on your plush thighs but soft kisses on your tear stained cheeks. His teeth leaving impressions along your collar bone and breasts, blue bruises blossoming almost instantly.
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Hot older men who finally fill your stretched hole up, leaving soft kisses on your swollen lips. He carries you to the bathroom to clean you up, making sure he didn't hurt his sweet doll too badly.
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jotaro kujo and you hate each other, but your stands can't stop making out ˚.✦
It’s extremely awkward. And it happens every goddamn time. Your personality and Jotaro’s tend to clash, he’s too nonchalant and stoic, never caring about anything and you feel things too deeply and worry too much about people you barely know. And both of you have an attitude problem, so the discussions are long, heated and filled with shouting and stupid arguments.
There’s a tiny problem, though. Every time you two fight, your stands appear behind your back and it takes them two seconds to start kissing each other. It makes no fucking sense, right? The first time that happened you spent a full minute looking at your stands just heavily making out in front of your faces, not daring to look at each other for embarrassment.
When they stopped (after two minutes, minimum), you and Jotaro stared at each other. The shouting came back, this time about which one of them was guilty of making your stands kiss. And they came back, Star Platinum catching your stand’s lips, hands on her hips as she played with his hair.
It took you three arguments to finally understand what the fuck was happening.
Your stands were so in love it was sickening, the worst version of third wheeling you could ever imagine.
Your Stand and Star Platinum were tangled up behind you, not full-on making out anymore but definitely not letting go either. She had her arms looped around his neck, forehead pressed to his, while he kept one massive hand on her lower back, the other gently brushing a strand of ethereal hair from her face. It was soft. Way too soft. And gross in a cute way.
You couldn’t stop staring at the floor. Jotaro was doing the same, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were probably white under those gloves. The silence stretched until it got unbearable.
You cleared your throat. “This is... disgusting.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “They’re acting like idiots.”
Your stand let out a happy little sigh and nuzzled closer to Star Platinum’s chest. He responded by tilting his head down and pressing the softest kiss to the top of her head. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “They’re so in love it’s actually making me nauseous. Look at them. They’re practically glowing.”
Jotaro grunted in agreement, but he didn’t look up. “Every single time we try to argue, it turns into this.”
You bit your lip, then forced the words out before you could chicken out. “Isn’t a stand... you know, a representation of your own psychic energy? Like, it’s basically a part of your soul or whatever. So if they’re doing all this...”
You trailed off, finally glancing at him. Jotaro’s eyes snapped up to yours, wide for half a second before he slammed the stoic mask back on. But you saw it. That flicker of pure panic.
“No,” he said flatly. Too fast. “There’s no way.”
You nodded way too quickly, relief and denial mixing together in your chest. “Exactly. No way. That would mean... that we...”
You both went quiet again. Behind you, Star Platinum murmured ora and your stand giggled, before kissing him on the corner of his mouth. The sound made your face burn hotter.
You rushed to fill the silence. “It’s probably just... a glitch or something. Stands are weird anyway. Maybe they’re feeding off our fighting energy and turning it into... whatever this is.”
Jotaro gave a stiff nod, shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “Must be. My psychic energy doesn’t... like anyone. Especially not you.”
“Ouch,” you shot back, but there was no real bite in it. You were both clinging to the excuse like it was a life raft. “Well, mine definitely doesn’t like you either. You’re too cold, you never listen and you act like everything’s beneath you.”
He huffed, almost a laugh but not quite. “And you worry about every damn thing and yell too much.”
“See?” You pointed between the two of you, trying to sound confident. “We don’t like each other. At all. So this whole thing with the Stands is just... random. Psychic nonsense.”
“Exactly.” He adjusted his hat, pulling it lower like he could hide behind it. “Dumb nonsense.”
Your stand chose that moment to cup Star Platinum’s face in her hands and kiss him slow and sweet, like she was trying to prove a point. Star Platinum’s eyes half-closed and he kissed her back just as gently, one hand stroking her back in lazy circles.
You and Jotaro both looked away at the exact same time, faces burning.
“Dumb nonsense,” you mumbled, voice smaller now.
“Yeah.”
Neither of you moved. The stands kept being all lovey-dovey and gross behind you, but the awkward tension between you and Jotaro felt... different. Like you were both secretly relieved to have this stupid excuse to keep pretending.
You didn’t like him. He didn’t like you. That was the story you were both sticking to.
Even if your psychic energy was screaming the opposite.
You risked one more glance at him. Jotaro was watching the stands again, expression unreadable, but his fingers were tapping lightly against his arm like he was nervous.
“So, truce?” you asked quietly.
He didn’t answer right away. Then, barely audible: “...For now.”
And just like that, the denial settled back in, comfortable and safe. You weren’t ready to admit anything else. Not yet.
Your stand sighed happily against Star Platinum’s lips once more and you pretended not to feel the flutter in your own chest that had nothing to do with her.
a/n: dumb ass idea but i thought it would be funny. idk how stands work that much but well who cares
I can't belive I'm saying this (as a big time gooner) IM TIRED OF SMUT PLSSS WRITE SOMETHING ELSE , ITS ALL SMUT. WRITE AN ACTUALLY GOOD STORY IT CAN EVEN HAVE SMUT JUST NOT THE WHOLE THING PLEASEEEE. I WANT A CUTE STORY THATS NOT LIKE 1 CHAPTER
WHEN THEY L♡VE TO SINK THEIR TEETH/FANGS INTO YOUR SKIN.ᐟ GN READER, NSFW MDNI!!!
He's such a delirious freak when he kisses a sliver of your exposed skin.
He'll be fucking you dumb. Raw, unrestrained—like an animal lost in heat. The bed groans underneath; big, rough hands gripping your bruised hips like a lifeline as his thrusts grow frantic and sharp; as if he's making sure your abused walls remember every vein of his cock. Moans slip from your lips like confessions, “Yeah, keep those pretty noises coming sweets..” He tilts his head, rolling his shoulder back—keeping his thrusts in a steady rhythm that hit those spots where you completely blank out.
He leans down, you whimper into the pillow when you feel him press more into your used hole. “Fuck—i love it when you clench on my cock like that.” He smirks, warm breath ghosting over your ear—one of his hands grabs your chin, adjusting so he can see your fucked-out look. “Look at you..so messy,” He whispers low, sultry, thumb wiping away drool you didn't notice was there. His eyes are half lidded, sight clouded as strands of his thick hair frames his forehead like vines.
You feel butterflies in your stomach at how dreamy he looked. And him too.
He leans in to kiss your neck—you don't realise his intention until he acts on it. It starts slow, unhurried; dragging his lips across your heated skin in long strides, leaving warmth in it's trail—then he pauses, and smiles against your skin.
You didn't even get to react before he opens his mouth and bites into your supple skin. And at the same damn time; you felt him bury himself in you—filling you to the brim until a creamy ring forms around the base of his thick cock. It was a shiver that crawled your spine at first; then a certain heat that spread throughout your body.
You tremble, jaw slacked as a silent scream escapes you. He hums deep, like he's savouring you. You weakly glare at him through your peripheral—he always had this peculiar habit of biting you any chance he got, and honestly.. the amount of worried looks you got from your friends was starting to be embarrassing. “Ow!..what are you? A dog..? Stop biting me..!” You tried to free yourself but you didn't have any energy left in you. Plus, he didn't bulge at all.
Black spots litter your sight like constellations as you spiral in and out of reality due to the overwhelming pleasure building in you. He's hooked onto your skin; applying the right amount of pressure where both ecstasy and pain are blurred into a line where you couldn't read it anymore. Hot tears run down your face, staining the pillowcase; he takes his own time to finally let go. It's a wet “pop!” when he retreats. “You taste sweet..makes me want to eat you up,” He mumbles, licking and kissing the spot where his teeth left an imprint of his attack. You shiver at his cold lips kissing the sore spot—knuckles whitening from gripping at the sheets. “You're an animal..” You weakly blurt out, voice muffled against the pillow. He grins, wolfishly. “Can't say.. but you love it though.” You groan. He leans back to admire his artwork; damn, you looked good with his teeth on you. His lower abs tighten. He licks his lips.
You mentally died when you felt his limp dick twitch to life inside you.
PLEASE COULD U WRITE HOW THE JOEASTARS (and jobros too..) WOULD GET JEALOUS IF SOME DUDE TRIED TO ASK U OUT OMG IM ON MY HAND AND KNEES PLS PLS PLS PLS I LOVE UR WRITING UR A GOAT
i decided to do a separate post for the jobros, so a pt2 will come out at some point!
you can tell where i got a little lazy though...
ᢉ𐭩 characters: jonathan, joseph, jotaro, josuke, giorno, jolyne, johnny
jonathan
being that jonathan came from an upper-class family, events such as dinner parties and extravagant balls were nothing out of the
ordinary. an expectation. this evening in particular was his turn to host, according to whatever customs were set in place among these groups.
with your help, the night went smoother than smoothly. the mansion was grand and had enough room for everyone to enjoy themselves. there were men in expensive suits and women in large, poofy gowns accompanying them. as jonathan’s partner, you spent most of the evening together, though naturally at some point you had gotten separated while going to greet different guests.
just as you had started to search for him again, you felt a presence behind you, followed by a call of greeting. in front of you now was a man you hadn’t seen before, but it was obvious he was another noble by the fabrics he wore. “apologies, but i couldn’t help but notice you as you walked past.” right from the introduction, and the way he announced his title so proudly after, you knew he was another one of those snobby men you couldn’t stand. you ought to have rejected his advances right away, but he wouldn’t spare you a second to talk — far too occupied rambling on about whatever legacy his family held and how they ‘desperately require an heir.’
typical.
in the midst of your boredom, you hadn’t even noticed the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend behind you until he placed a gentle yet polite hand to your waist. “there you are,” he smiled with a softness that screamed adoration, before his attention turned to the man in front. jonathan couldn’t lie — the idea of another man trying to court you made his stomach twist uncomfortably. you were his love. his heart. how could he not feel a little protective over you when someone tried to take that away from him?
regardless, he gave the man a polite smile and greeted him, choosing to keep his protectiveness silent, but it was loud in the way he held you slightly tighter, almost as if silently asking if you were uncomfortable at all. “ah, forgive me. i wasn’t aware they had a partner.” the man chuckled, a little too laid-back for jonathan’s liking — he should be somewhat more apologetic, the thought — but he accepted the apology anyways, not wanting to come across as rude or cold, though you could see the mild tension in his jaw as he eyes the other man with distrust.
“it’s alright. we’ll be on our way now,” he then turned his head to look at you again, all tension in his body relaxing when he noticed you looking at him too, and he felt a little more at ease. “there’s a cake i wanted you to try.” he tells you, and the thoughtfulness makes you giggle softly.
the moment you had both walked off together, out of earshot and eyesight of the stranger, jonathan let out a soft sigh, a large hand moving to rest against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd of people. “are you alright?” because he has to check. has to know you’re feeling safe and content. “did that man bother you at all?”
he was relieved when you shook your head. “i’m fine, but i’m half-asleep,” you admitted, which made him chuckle. “he just kept rambling on about nothing.” jonathan, having grown up around people like this, understood all to well, and although physical displays of affection were seen as vulgar in settings like these, he couldn’t resist sneaking a kiss to your temple. “well you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night. hopefully i won’t bore you as much.”
“never.” you murmured back with a smile.
joseph
joseph could not believe the nerve of this man. he had only stopped somewhere to use the bathroom quickly, leaving you stood outside of the building waiting for him to finish up, and when he came back out he saw some random man speaking to you — or more accurately — flirting with you.
it had only been two minutes, and yet there the guy was trying to charm you, flashing you a toothy grin that made his blood boil, especially once he had reached out to brush your hair a little away from your eyes. it was obvious you were caught by surprise with the whole thing in how you seemed at a loss for words, but before you could actually say anything, joseph was already at your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
“i’m back, darling,” he announced exaggeratedly, the use of the nickname making you cringe a little internally because he never called you darling. that didn't stop him from continuing with this act, however, eyes flickering up to the other man’s face, watching how his previous confidence fell a little. “and who may you be?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his words drawled out like some sort of judgemental old woman, which made you bite back a chuckle.
“oh, uh—” the man didn’t even manage to get a word in before joseph was cutting him off with a smug grin, leaning forwards slightly like he was interrogating the guy, which he honestly kind of was, looming over him and questioning him like that. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you were making the moves on them.” he pulled you closer to his side like he was signalling that you were taken. that you were his and he had no interest in you.
the other guy clearly got the message, his hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his gaze flickered between you and joseph, looking more than disheartened now. “sorry, i didn’t realise—” a huff from joseph cut him off again, your boyfriend shaking his head dramatically, conveying disappointment. “well now you know, so i’d suggest you back off and leave us alone.”
being that he was almost twice the other man’s size, the stranger before you seemed to simply nod in obedience, a smart decision considering joseph had a history of starting fights with those he found to be scum, which in this case, he definitely did. nobody had the right to try and take you from him after all! you were his! he snickered when the guy scurried off with another muttered apology, squeezing your shoulder gently as he watched him retreat. “what an idiot— thinking he was in your league.” joseph scoffed, turning back to you with a grin of pure victory, like he had just won a trophy or something. he was so full of himself sometimes. “now, how about we go for food? all that drama has me starving.”
jotaro
“can you pick one already?” you groaned.
you had stood there watching him stare at the spine of about thirty different books already, and none of them were remotely interesting. books about planes and boats and marine life — nothing like the type of books you usually read. on one hand, you couldn’t complain all too much. you had dragged him around to plenty of different stores too, so it was only fair he had his turn. but on the other hand, you could feel yourself aging faster from just how long you were waiting for him to choose something already.
“don’t rush me,” he grumbled, no bite to his tone with you, but clearly very serious about whatever this was. “if you’re bored you can go look at something else.”
right. you had free will. how could you forget?
your legs carried you to whichever section of the bookstore interested you the most, and when you reached it your mood had increased significantly. eyes skimming and stopping on a particular title, you reached out to grab it without realising another hand had reached for the same book at the same time until your fingers brushed.
a little startled, both you and the stranger pulled your hands back, and when you looked over at him to apologise, he was already doing the same. “it’s okay. you take it.” you offered, feeling nice today. you hadn’t exactly come here yourself, so it wasn’t like you were desperate to buy anything. “no, no, you should have it.” the stranger shook his head to your surprise. “i insist.”
giving him a grateful ‘thank you’ you pulled the book off of the shelf and looked over the cover. meanwhile, the stranger was still looking you over. “you know, you’re really beautiful,” he suddenly spoke up, the compliment making you pause. was he…hitting on you?
“yeah, they are.”
the deep, rough voice was unmistakable behind you, one hand in pocket and the other moving to hold onto your hip with that familiar possessiveness. it wasn’t a surprise to you when you looked over your shoulder to see jotaro there, his expression somehow more brooding than ever, and there was a dark look in his eyes that told you he was more than ready to beat the crap out of this guy if he had to.
“they’re also my partner,” he added with a snarl, uncaring of how he came across because who the hell was this guy to him? “so scram before things get ugly.” heat rose to your cheeks at that. the guy didn’t know you were taken! he was just trying to shoot his shot and be nice. you couldn’t help but pity the slightly nervous look on his face as he peered up at your giant of a boyfriend. “jotaro…” you mumbled, trying to calm him.
“hey, hey — i didn’t mean any trouble,” the man held his hands up like surrender, clearly knowing there was no use in arguing. “i didn’t know they were taken. my bad.” still, jotaro was uncaring, his jealousy bubbling up rapidly in his chest. he didn’t say anything else, though. just kept a tight hold on you while glaring at the guy like he was two seconds away from either cussing him out or tearing him to shreds.
either way the man didn’t wanna find out which route he would take, wasting no time in turning around and walking in the opposite direction — books be damned. he could come back another day after all.
jotaro didn’t leave your side after that. as much as he scoffed seeing the guy hurry away, and despite his grumbled ‘idiot’ when the situation was over, you noticed how clingy he was now. “you’re practically stepping on my toe here,” you snorted as you paid for the book you had grabbed from the shelf, your boyfriend lingering withing an arm’s length at every turn you made.
“tch,” he turned away like he was annoyed with your comment, your audacity, but that faint blush on his olive cheeks gave him away, no matter how low he tiled his hat. “i’m not. you’re annoying.”
josuke
where the hell were you?
josuke had spent far too long searching around the school for you already, and it was starting to get tiring — especially with the summer heat cursing morioh this year. okuyasu had begged him to come to the nearby store with him to get a cold drink, and he had naturally agreed and thought to get you one too. he always kept you in mind after all.
but when he returned he couldn’t find you anywhere.
one of your friends he’d bumped into told him you were probably in the cafeteria by now. feeling a little silly because he hadn’t initially considered that idea, he made his way there with a small smile on his face. he’d gotten your favourite flavour, so it was sure to make you smile.
eventually, he found you among the busy room, but when he laid eyes on your table, his expression faltered for a split second. not because of you — but because there was some other guy sat opposite you. some other guy that looked way too pleased with himself, leaning back all cocky in a way that made his brows furrow and a wave of annoyance and uncertainty washed over him.
he wasn’t sure why, but he really wanted to march over there and pull that guy away from you. it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed male friends, because of course you were — but this guy was clearly trouble — and after approaching and hearing something that sounded awfully close to “saturday night,” josuke knew he had to say or do something about this.
“hey,” he greeted you, placing the drink in front of your tray and taking a seat beside you. right away his arm was around your shoulder — casual but almost claiming — a silent statement to say that you were definitely not seeing this guy on saturday if he had anything to say about it. “got you this. your favourite.” he shot the guy a glance at that last word before turning back to see you smile.
of course, he had nothing to worry about with you. you were way too loyal to even think about hurting him like that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t get on his nerves a little seeing this guy act so confident like he had a shot. he was so flustered he didn’t know how to act. does he warn him? act nonchalant? this hasn’t happened before…
“you need something?”
the words flow out easily, a tone of distaste in every word that’s only further emphasised by the bored raise of his eyebrow. you almost laugh at the sight.
“just talking to them.” the guy replies, eyeing josuke suspiciously almost, as if trying to understand if you two were actually together or not. “well if it’s not important then quit wasting our time.” josuke doesn’t mean for it to come out as rude as it does. he’s trying to be nice — he really is! but it’s just so hard when all he wants to do right now is have you to himself without some other guy stealing all your attention away. “can’t you see you’re disturbing us?”
looking between you and josuke and seeing that you don’t respond to tell your boyfriend to be more polite, the guy gives up quickly, understanding that there was no point, and that his arrogance wouldn't work on you. “what a jerk,” the guy mutters as he gets to his feet, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he storms off like a sulking child.
the switch up was incredulous, josuke’s indifference melting into a pout right away, and he huffs quietly before leaning back against his seat. “who even was that guy?” he murmured, arms folded over his chest. “couldn’t he see you weren’t interested?”
you don’t get a chance to even speak or attempt to reassure him before he’s taking your drink in hand and taking a sip. a small one, sure, but a sip regardless. “i spent so much time finding you and getting you this — slurrrrp — and that’s what i come back to?”
his thievery earned him a swat across the arm.
giorno
“ehi, scusi,”
turning your head around to find some guy calling after you wasn’t part of your plans for today. just looking at him told you he was another one of the many mafiosos that inhabited napoli. the all-too-casual demeanour didn’t help his case either. “you’re looking great today. how about i take you out for coffee sometime?”
you hadn’t shook your head faster. you were supposed to be meeting at a nearby restaurant with giorno soon who had a meeting to attend beforehand and had told you he’d meet you there. you had no time to stop and chit-chat, and you definitely had no plans of grabbing coffee with another man when you already had your own.
“mi scusa, but i’m in a rush,” you hardly spared him a glance, yet he still persisted, trailing after you like he was desperate beyond belief for some sort of acceptance from you. “awh, c’mon — it’s just coffee,” he insisted, trying so obviously to get you to look at him. notice him. “you got a boyfriend or something?”
a sigh escaped your lips and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that trying to outrun this guy wasn’t going to work. “yeah, i do.” still, the man’s face hadn’t dropped into that disappointed expression you were anticipating, and instead you watched his lips curl into a grin — one that told you he wouldn’t give in this easily.
“who? some nobody?” he snorts, shaking his head. “give me a chance, eh? i’ll show you what being with a real man is like.” whatever angels where watching over you found the perfect time to chime in because it was then that a black car pulled up by the side of the road next to you.
out came giorno who had briefly witnessed the situation as he was being escorted to the restaurant, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut and he asked the driver to pull over. “amore,” he greeted with that cool yet undoubtedly soft tone of voice, approaching your side and pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to face the man in front of you with a neutral expression. unreadable.
“is this your boyfriend or —” the stranger trailed off, his jaw falling slack mid-sentence once he registered who the hell was actually in front of him. his blood ran cold and you had never seen such fear in another person’s eyes before. nothing like this. “y–you…boss!”
in an instant he was bowing obediently to giorno, both out of respect and a plead for mercy, knowing that you would inevitably tell him everything if he hadn’t already seen it. how he had insulted him. “is this man bothering you?” there was a subtle sharpness to his voice as he spoke, like he was struggling to hold back from saying or doing something stupid. he was far from pleased right now, but he couldn’t risk acting foolishly or upsetting you any more than you might already be.
“i’m fine,” you simply replied to the other man’s relief, and he let out a more than nervous chuckle. “i had no idea this was your partner, signore. believe me — i wouldn’t have—” the moment giorno raised his hand, however, the man was silenced, eyes practically bulging out from their sockets as he waited anxiously for whatever giorno would say.
“run along and make yourself useful.”
jolyne
this wasn’t really happening, right?
there was no way in hell someone was seriously hitting on you while she had turned her back for one moment to throw something in the trash. yet despite how many times she rubbed her eyes and blinked, the man in front of you didn’t disappear. rather, he was leaning in even closer to you with a toothy grin that made her skin crawl.
“you like japanese?” the guy practically purred, tilting his head a little in an attempt to be charming. it only made jolyne’s fists clench at her sides though. “there’s a new place open a few blocks away. meant to be good. wanna go?”
a strong hand wrapped around your wrist the moment the words left his mouth, and suddenly you were being tugged away from the man and beside jolyne instead. “hey, i dunno who you think you are but they’re taken.” it surprised you just how hostile her voice was, but then again — this was jolyne — and she’d be damned if anything threatened her relationship with you. you meant too much to her, and you knew that all too well.
“woah— i didn’t know!” the guy retorted with a frown. “jeez, woman. you don’t have to be so aggressive.”
oh, now she was more pissed.
“yeah? well you do now, so beat it.” she scowled like she was about to pounce at him while clinging to your arm like some attention-starved puppy all the same, dragging you in the opposite direction without a second thought because she really didn’t wanna have a back and forth with this guy right now.
“the nerve of some people,” she grumbled as the two of you walked off, her hold on you relaxing a little now that you were away from the guy. “if he ever tries to hit on you again, i’ll kick his ass.”
your amused laugh made her soften almost entirely, and a smile graced her lips in return, chuckling at her own behaviour. “it’s not funny. i’m serious, y’know.” she watched as you shook your head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her body leaning against yours more now.
“i know.”
johnny
lazy afternoons like these were always sweet, especially with johnny. the warm sun on your skin, the gentle breeze and the slow rhythm of everyday life. you hadn’t done much besides go for a short stroll with him, stopping at a market to buy some fruit that was now in season. the intimacy of doing such mundane things never failed to enchant you both.
“i’ll have two of those, please,” you asked the guy behind the stall, who nodded kindly and placed two fruits into a bag for you, handing them over once you paid. “grew them myself. they’ll taste great.” you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to be rude while tucking your change back into your pockets again.
“i don’t think i’ve seen you around before,” the man continued despite your lack of response. “you live around here?” giving him your politest smile, you nodded at his question. “i moved not too long ago.”
“ah, figures. think i’d remember a face like yours.”
you pause at that comment, eyes flickering to johnny who you had quite literally handed the fruit to, implying you had come together, before looking back to the face behind the stand. “i’m right here?” johnny frowned, clearly unimpressed with that little attempt at flirting, his hands clutching the bag on his lap in irritation.
“there’s a new play in theatre in town,” the man didn’t seem to care or acknowledge johnny whatsoever, which had his blood boiling in rage. “you like theatre? we could go sometime. on me.” the audacity this man had was beyond him, and he was stunned at what he was hearing and seeing before him.
“did i not just tay she’s taken?” johnny speaks up again, his voice a little rougher now, catching the attention of both the man’s now bored face and a few people nearby. “no, you didn’t.” the man deadpanned, making johnny snarl. “think you’re funny, huh?”
he reached over his laced his fingers with yours, shooting the guy the filthiest glare he could muster up before already beginning to push his wheels to drive him away. “let’s go already,” he grumbled, more than displeased with whatever this was. “before i punch this guy in the jaw.”
WHAT GUILTY PLEASURES THE JOJOS HAVE (like the smell of used panties, armpits, etc.)
Jojos and their guilty pleasures
tags: NSFW UNDER THE CUT, established relationship, innapropriate usage of stands, gn! reader, aged up josuke and giorno and jodio (duh!), scent kink, panty shots, theyre all perverts smh
Jonathan Joestar
- a bit of an exhibitionist and he's so guilty about it too. he really, really wants nobody to walk in on you two. but its so exciting at the same time.
- food play, the bulge in his underwear is noticeable when you make him eat off of your naked body.
- size kink #1 , loves to gush about how good you're able to take him despite his size.
- obsessed with giving you head, he wants to please you so much you'll have to push his head away from you when it gets too much.
- king of aftercare, he loves being able to take care of you right after sex.
Joseph Joestar
- he loves taking sneaky pictures of you when you're not looking. panty shots, cleavage shots, ass shots... feet shots? no, he deletes those.
- size kink #2 , he makes fun of you for being much shorter than him and uses it to his advantage.
- has or had a porn addiction. it got so bad he recognizes porn stars by their name and face. if he saw them in the street he'd ask for a picture.
- he loves being called daddy. what can he say? it gets him going.
- has a thing for stocking. loves fucking you when you only wear stockings for him.
Jotaro Kujo
- size kink #3 , he wraps his body around you and scolds you for being a lot smaller than him.
- has considered having some kind of threesome with you and star platinum, however the hell that works. but you were so down and he was too horny to care.
- loves fucking you when you're wearing lacey lingerie, specifically of the color is a dark red or black.
- office sex, when you visit him at his job and you're being a huge tease. he'll swipe off everything on his desk and pin you down.
- breeding kink. he'll tell you how much he's gonna fill you up until you're concieve his kids. whether you're able to get pregnant or not, the thought is just thrilling.
Josuke Higashikata
- he's just like his damn daddy except he's a panty thief and is ashamed about it. he'll steal your underwear for his own spank bank, but then he regrets it.
- really sexy, slow music puts him in the mood really fast. he pays too much attention to the lyrics.
- there's a lot of crusty, used socks under his bed and a big bottle of lotion on his nighstand. you do the math..
- this guy is an undercover cuck. he briefly mentioned how hot it would be if he watched you get fucked by his best friend, okuyasu.
- pegging. he was so hesitant about it but you two did it once and it changed his life forever.
Giorno Giovanna
- mirror sex. he'd love to install a big mirror on the ceiling.
- really into getting his hair pulled. he grew it out to be so long, you can't help but run your fingers along his golden hair and yank his head back.
- candle wax, temperature play(?) the way it drips down his skin leaves him shivering. or having to rub an ice cube on your body.
- markings, loves to mark your beautiful skin as his lips latch on to the piece of flesh. anywhere on your body, he thinks its beautiful.
- massages. theyre always gonna lead to something when his hands move a lot lower than you expected.
- power play? now that he's the don, he likes using his position in the bedroom. gets a kick when you moan "don giorno."

Jolyne Cujoh
- has a drawer full of sex toys. ones you have never seen before and she gets slightly flustered if you ask her about it too much.
- intoxicated sex, it heightens your senses 10x more. preferably wants to either get high or drunk before you two go at it.
- biting. lots of biting. she loves being bit and doing the biting. her favorite spots to be bitten is her neck, shoulder and her hip.
- tentacles. at first she thought how gross it would be because its slimey and cold. but the suction...?
- likes being watched as she plays with herself. but she wants you to watch her, to see the way her body turns or when she cums.
Johnny Joestar
- he loves your FUNK. he's getting a whif of your armpits and lets out a low moan as he shakes.
- mommy/daddy kink? he doesn't want to admit it though but you'll catch him slipping it out while he's a whimpering mess.
- the bug bite fetish right... but what if he just likes being scratched? purposely makes himself itchy so when you scratch something for him he'll bust a nut.
- loves to hump your leg like a dog. and then he scolds you for letting him do that but he's the dirty one...
- choking. but he's the one choking you while you ride him. he loves how helpless you look.
Gappy Higashikata
- will bust a nut when you praise him so much as you're both fucking in your bedroom. tell him how big he is, how good he makes you feel, etc.
- likes being called a "good boy". because he is and he wants to be one for you.
- dry humping. he'll get an erection when you sit on his lap for a while and you just start grinding your hips down. he'll make a mess out of himself.
- has a thing for piercings. if you have piercings on your body, preferably a belly button or nipple piercings, he'll be over the moon. he thinks theyre hot.
- loves taking showers with you. and yes, it leads to more sex but he swears its not intentional.
Jodio Joestar
- loves saving nude pictures of you and has a dedicated album to it. but he hardly sends any back.
- likes roleplaying with you, he loves being the nerd and you're his bully. he puts you in place instead.
- obsessed with the fat on your body. whether its on your tummy, or your thighs, or chest. he'll squeeze it gently as he's inside of you.
- brat taming. on either you or him because he can be just as bratty.
- likes when he shoves his fingers into your mouth and make you suck on them. especially when he's doing it to prep himself up before he'll trail those wet fingers by your crotch.
a/n- yes i know the big tsundere baddie being fucking sub?? Aint no way in HELL. but like bro… let me imagine ‘kay? Im scared of this being OOC but like who cares its TUMBLR everything is OOC. and also who wouldnt wanna see a big muscular man beg on his knees till he’s on the verge of crying??? Cause I know I would. ok byee!
Jotaro slams the door open, walking with pep in his step like he had important business to attend to. Taking off his coat and shoes, quickly and urgently.
“hey ‘jo, how was the researc-“
You were interrupted by a warm, enveloping body of a certain muscle man, pushing his body against yours as his hands found their way to your waist.
He nuzzled his head into your neck, breathing and sniffing your shampoo like it was about to fade away.
“Fuck, I missed you… I missed this.” He replied out of breath, his hands wrapping around your waist now, hugging you tight like a body pillow.
You were used to this, his clingyness had always been overboard when he came back from missions.
You chuckled softly, stirring a pot of his favorite food as he swayed you left and right. “You didn’t answer my question?”
“mm, let me savor this..” he groaned against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and giving you that funny ticklish feeling.
You giggle, “I made your favorite,” you run a hand through his hair as he pressed soft kisses on your neck.
He groaned deeply, “keep doing that..” he leaned into your touch, almost like a cat.
“What’s up with you today? You’re… needy” you raise a brow, he was more touchy then usual. Better for you more then you’d like to admit.
“Very..” His voice was low, his hands slid down hesitantly to your hips, about to turn you over to face him. When you stopped him.
“Tsk tsk tsk, nuh uh.” You waved your finger at him like he was a misbehaving dog. You gave a stern look from behind.
“Good grief…” he looked at you almost desperate, sighing in disappointment.
“…please?” His voice went up an octave.
You turn your body crossing your arms over your body, and giving him that same stern look. “After. Dinner.”
As if he couldn’t wait any longer he clenched his fists, like he was holding back. Biting his lower lip in frustration. “Woman, pleas-“
“Either that or beg,” you turned around, not leaving any room for discussion. You sighed, continuing to stir the pot as you felt his presence lingering behind you. You hummed softly, fully ignoring him.
Thud.
The sound was directly behind you, like a soft thud of something falling. You turn around fully expecting to see a fallen object but..
He was on his knees..!?
Jotaro looked up at you, gripping the fabric on his pants tightly. The look in his eyes was so… hot. Like of course the iconic nonchalant face, but instead his eyes had something more. His eyes were staring so intensely with determination but also desperation. Like he needed you.
“Want me to beg still?” His face was red, his eyes watery and looking down his crotch had something visibly protruding out of it.
You looked down at him, speechless. Jotaro was actually begging.. on his knees. And.. you liked it..? You smirked.
“Beg,” you repeated in a whisper.
Jotaro looked at you hesitantly, hoping to god you were joking. When he saw your anticipation he sighed reluctantly. Dropping down to your feet, and pressing kisses at your ankles and calves. Every now and then you’d hear a deep “..please.” Leaving his mouth in moans.
Your hand immediately flies to the counter behind you to balance your self, as he lifts your foot off of the ground and kisses it gently, praising you and your body like you were a goddess right before him. His eyes never left yours, keeping intense eye contact like his life depended on it, never wanting look away.
”..so?” Jotaro looked up at you in expectation.
Fake pondering, You rubbed your chin, humming in thought. “Hmmm how about no?”
“Quit teasin”
Your shrug turning back around, smiling to yourself mischievously.
He looked at you betrayed, almost like he wanted to punch the shit out of himself, for acting like a fool. But it was quickly masked with a soft smile. He tilted his hat down as he got up. “The things I do for you woman..” he sighs
You giggle “And you would do it again wouldn’t you?”
A pregnant pause
“..yes I would”
a/n- IS THIS GOOD?? I swear I've been feeling weird about my writing lately.
he's truly a gentleman at heart, so his kisses are always so gentle and reverent. he likes to place kisses all over you, especially your lips. those kisses are mostly shared behind closed doors, though. it's not that he's embarassed, he's simply not into that kind of PDA. in public he'll gladly kiss the back of your hand or your cheeks, but your lips are for him only as he likes to take his time with them. kisses in general are a very easy way for him to express his love, although physical touch is not one of his main love languages. he'll always sneak in a little kiss whenever he has to fight, no matter what. he says it's what gives him strength.
☆ joseph
his playful and flirty personality shines most between all the kisses you guys share. he honestly seems to not be able to leave you alone. as cute as that sounds, he might have a serious problem with smothering you with kisses. they're always so intense and full of passion, you'd think he hadn't seen you in years. he's not ashamed to do it in public either. young joseph would have no problem with having a full make out session with you in the middle of the street, however that trait seems to change throughout the years. that's not to say that older joseph would ever refrain from giving you a little smooch with other people around, he just gained some more self control and decorum with age. he’s also the type to literally take your breath away if you ever got seriously injured during battle, his lips quite literally mashing into one with yours.
☆ jotaro
you'd think jotaro would barely like kissing, but that isn't necessarely true. although he's not as clingy as his grandpa, jotaro thinks of kissing you as one of his very few solaces. because of that, PDA is kind of a big no for him. just like jonathan, it's not a matter of embarassment, he thinks of physical affection as a moment of vulnerability that he'd rather not show anyone else. therefore, no matter if gentle or passionate, his kisses always feel so meaningful, full of intent. since he's not very good with words, he tries to compensate with small kisses when you least expect it. be it a kiss on the cheek as you're cooking dinner, a kiss on your forehead when you're working from home or a kiss to your temple when you seem more tired than usual.
☆ josuke
when you guys first started dating, things were quite awkward whenever any sort of physical touch other than holding hands was involved. when he first kissed you he made sure you were also a 100% on board with it before just going for it. things have evolved from that now, he's gotten a lot more used to kissing you. his kisses are both sweet and playful. he loves to be rewared with your kisses any time he does something cool, he's always trying to impress you for that reason. he also enjoys teasing okuyasu a little too much by being overly clingy when you're all together, his lips constantly on your face. he doesn't mind being scolded for that either, as he claims your scowl only makes you look more kissable. he's clearly his dad's son and there's nothing we can do about it.
☆ giorno
his kisses are so smooth that it doesn't matter how long you've been together, you're sure to be left bashful after. his kisses really do feel like silent poetry. he secretly can’t get enough of them, if it were up to him, he’d keep you by his side and pepper kisses all over you all day long. however, that’s not possible, so he sucks it up and enjoys the few small moments with you that his work grants him. one thing he especially loves doing is kissing his way up to your lips, starting from your hands. he sometimes wonders if it’s your lips or the shy expression you’re left with that he loves more. albeit hungry for kisses, he also knows how to maintain his composure. he wouldn’t kiss you when he’s with other people, he doesn’t like to bring the attention to something that is only meant for the two of you. however, he might indulge in a couple of kisses if it’s to show you off to someone he’s not particularly fond off. moral of the story, his mischievousness seeps deep into his kisses.
☆ jolyne
her kisses can both be bold and sweet, it depends on the mood. her main love language is physical touch, so kissing comes as natural as breathing for her. because of this, she’ll have no problem with giving your lips a smooch or two with everyone else around. if you get shy, she’ll giggle and place some more kisses to your cheek. you’re just too adorable, can you really blame her? she thinks of kissing as one way to set the mood right, which is exactly what makes good morning and goodnight kisses indispensable for her, and don’t you dare forget them or she’ll be genuinely upset. that’s also the reason why the first thing she does when you’re crying is kissing your tears away before comforting you. besides your lips, your cheeks are her favourite part of you to kiss. she literally melts at the simple thought of her soft lips smashed against the squish of your cheeks!
☆ johnny
his kisses are just as reserved as him. he has his own experience and that is not to say he doesn’t know how to be passionate, it just takes him a little while to get used to being vulnerable with you. it doesn’t matter if you’re in public or in the privacy of your home, his shyness is pretty palpable. of course, it’s only a matter of time until he gets used to this sort of intimacy again. the more time passes, the more comfortable he becomes, the more reverent his love as a whole starts to feel. kisses in public would still be pretty much out of question by that point, unless it’s just an innocent peck on the lips, but when you’re alone all you can feel is love coming from him. he still sometimes gets shy, so he’ll be left flustered and scowling if you catch him by surprise with a kiss.
☆ gappy
his kisses are confused, innocent, and sometimes awkward. poor guy, we can’t really blame him for being so clueless at times. during the first stages of your relationship, you’ll need to be quite patient as you teach him how certain things are meant to be done. he’s not that fast of a learner, so the first kissing sessions are a little messy. he doesn’t even know what to do with his hands. practice makes perfect though! it doesn’t take that long for him to catch the hang of it, and immediately after that, he’s become a sucker for your kisses. no matter where, when, or who you guys are with, he’ll be begging for kisses. his lips just crave yours, is something he’ll say. his favourite place to kiss are your lips, if that wasn’t obvious enough. it’s just something about the fact that he’s the only one who gets to kiss them that makes him quite eager to steal yet another kiss from you.
⌗a/n : hmm this was a little lazy since i wasn’t actually planning on writing this, but i hope the audience likes it nonetheless 🫰🏻 i didn’t write jodio because im only on chapter 1, so... jolyne’s part is a little too self indulgent, sorry about dat. as always let me know if you notice mistakes or anything of that sort! luv ya 💕
