Pretty Boy || Jotaro X Masc! Reader

Pretty Boy || Jotaro X Masc! Reader

Ignore this 100% self indulgent smut

Synopsis: Jotaro worships his partner and fucks him like he means it

CW: pwp, Size Kink, AFAB Reader with he/him pronouns, usage of the terms ‘pretty boy’ and ‘baby boy’, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, cream pie, tender fucking, y’all are both adults, definitely OOC (let’s face it, tender and Jotaro do NOT belong in the same sentence), this is probably ass lmao

No beta reading, we die like men

“A-Ah, Jotaro, please, slow down a bit,” you whimpered, hand feebly pressed against your mouth in a sad attempt to silence your moans.

Two of Jotaro’s thick, long fingers were curled up deep inside of you, gently scissoring and thrusting your hole open as his warm mouth suckled at your twitching, puffy clit. You had lost track of the amount of times you’d came, brain fuzzy with delirious ecstasy.

Jotaro Kujo always ate you like he was a starving man, and tonight was absolutely no exception. After coming home from a stressful day at work, Jotaro just wanted to bury his head between your legs and eat your cunt like there was no tomorrow. Fuck Olive Garden, this was his dinner.

The only response you got to your pleas was a near primal growl, Jotaro swatting your hand from your mouth.

“I wanna hear my baby moan for me,” Jotaro murmured against your sensitive clit before resuming his ministrations, hot mouth latching onto your sensitive, twitching nerves.

“J-Jotaro!” You whined, thighs clenching tightly around the man’s head as his fingers sped up. Your poor cunt was sopping juices, your thighs absolutely soaked, as Jotaro slipped another thick finger inside of you, torturing your overstimulated entrance.

“J-Jotaro I c-can’t take much mo-OH~!” You cried out, thighs violently twitching as your cunt spasmed. Incoherent moans and cries left your mouth as Jotaro continued overstimulating your body throughout your orgasm, your entire body quivering as you came around his massive fingers.

Eventually, Jotaro decided to have mercy on you, slowing his ministrations, opting to tenderly lick at your soaked, twitching thighs instead.

He let out pleased groans as he tasted you, hazy blue eyes looking up into your fucked-out face. His cock was near painfully hard as he watched you feebly attempt to recover from your many orgasms, fingers tangled up in the cotton bedsheets as heavy panting left your throat.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers from your pulsating hole, smirking down at the mess you’d made. Your poor cunt had already been fucked open by Jotaro, stretched to fit perfectly around his thick cock. Your slick was absolutely everywhere, leaking out of your sensitive entrance as your clit pulsed.

“If only you could see what I’m seeing, baby boy,” Jotaro grunted, looking into your eyes with a vicious grin as he sucked your juices off of his fingers.

“Fuck, you’ve got such a pretty little hole, babe,” Jotaro grunted, eyes still trained on your soaking cunt.

“J-Jotaro,” you whined, letting out a surprised yelp as he suddenly pulled you onto his lap. Your cheeks flushed as you felt his hard cock press into your back side, his face gently pressed into your neck.

“You’re such a pretty boy, baby,” he praised, pressing a near affectionate kiss to the side of your neck. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before pressing a teasing bite to your jugular.

“Ahh, Jotaro!” You whined, squirming in his arms.

“Don’t protest it, babes,” he grunted, holding you still in his strong arms. “Everything I’m saying is true, baby. You’re my perfect little pretty boy.”

“God, you’re so damn perfect,” he grunted, gently pulling your hips over his. You let out a gasp as you felt his cockhead prod at your clit, making you whine softly.

“Do you know what you do to me, baby boy?” Jotaro grunted as he teased your entrance with his cock. “Do you know how hard you make me? God, every time I think about you and your body, it drives me insane,” Jotaro hissed, pressing another kiss to the back of your neck.

“Jotaro...” you whispered, cheeks flushed at his praise. A whine left your lips as you felt Jotaro’s cockhead prod through the outer ring of your entrance, breaching the ring of muscle and slowly pushing in.

“Let me show you just how much I love you, pretty boy,” Jotaro murmured, holding your hips as he gently pushed inside of you.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he grunted, feeling your warm walls embrace him so perfectly.

A content sigh fell from your lips as Jotaro’s cock filled you up, his thick, long member stretching your hole near capacity. Tears beaded in the corners of your eyes as his hand gently pressed against your lower abdomen, forcing your walls to contract around his huge cock.

There was a reason Jotaro loved torturing your poor cunt with his fingers and tongue: he didn’t want to impale you with his cock; he wanted you to feel good. He wanted to make you feel as good as you made him feel. And he knew that it’d take your body a good while to accommodate to a dick like his.

“Are you alright, baby boy?” Jotaro purred softly, his large hands tenderly rubbing against your smaller frame. “Do you need a little break?”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you replied, leaning your head back against his chest as small pants left your mouth. Jotaro’s thumb gently swiped a bit of drool from beneath your lip, forcing it back into your open mouth.

You squeaked as you felt Jotaro’s other hand trail between your legs and tenderly rub at your clit.

Jotaro groaned softly, feeling your cunt squeeze his cock like a vice.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, fingers gently digging into your hips.

“Feeling so good around my cock,” he grunted as his left hand trailed down from your face to your ribcage, carefully handling your body as he switched the position.

Knowing the stamina difference between the two of you, he shoved a pillow beneath your hips, letting you relax into the soft mattress as he fucked you silly.

At the sudden new angle, your hole seized up around him, making the both of you cry out.

“Fuck, baby, feeling so good,” Jotaro grunted, beginning to slowly thrust inside of your sloppy hole, drawing loud hazy whines from your body.

Jotaro’s praise filled your ears as drool spilt from your lips, hips quivering as he sped up his ministrations.

“Fuck baby boy, you’ve got such a soft, tight little cunt,” Jotaro grunted. “Always feeling so nice and good around my dick,” he growled, hands holding your hips tightly as his hips slammed against yours.

You cried out, feeling his huge cock twitching inside of you. Your thighs shook as Jotaro went faster, the bed frame shaking with each of his fast, hard thrusts.

“Jotaro, fuck! Y-you’re gonna make me cum again!” You cried, body quivering as Jotaro’s cockhead prodded in the deepest corners of your body, making you delirious with ecstasy.

“Fuck!” You whined, eyes rolling back as you came once more.

Jotaro moaned loudly at that, feeling your pretty little cunt seize up violently around his cock, forcing his thrusts to a slow stop as you came around him. As your release squirted out all over his torso and thighs, he felt his own crash down upon him.

Jotaro let out a loud holler as he finished deep inside of you, his thick cum painting your walls white as he delivered his load.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the room silent except for the panting coming from both of you.

After he came down from his high though, Jotaro gently pulled out, pulling you into his arms before he collapsed onto the soft mattress below.

His hands gently rubbed along your body as he pressed kisses to your hairline, murmuring soft praises into your ear.

“That’s my baby,” he murmured. “That’s my good boy,” he said, gently pressing his lips against yours.

He continued to murmur gentle praise into your ears until you eventually fell asleep, satisfied and at peace in his strong arms.

The Start of a Family

Picture Perfect Series

Warnings: Sickness, Forced Pregnancy, Noncon

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: I love being a degenerate with him

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The sound of your door creaks, footsteps light as they make themselves to your bed. You let out a low whine, turning over onto your back, your hands loosely grasping at the sheets. The bed dips and you mumble your partner’s name. You believe it to be Danny, you're so sure of it, yet the hands that hold your face and they feel off. The skin is smooth, pressing into your cheeks without the press of nails. You feel off. It’s a slight feeling that twists at your stomach and you’re unable to figure out why. You open your eyes, your vision blurry and mind delirious with sleep, the only thing you’re able to make out is white, blurry at the edges and mixed with black and in your state, you think it's Danny coming home from work.

You whimper his name, closing your eyes and reaching your hands to grab at his face. However, instead of stubble that pricks your skin, it’s plastic, almost rubber in it’s feel and your hands edge towards the middle, meeting mesh. You open your eyes, blinking harshly in an effort to erase sleep from your eye but in that moment, a hand covers your mouth. It’s heavy and forceful, covering the lower half of your face, the body now above you, legs straddling you and the full body weight pressed onto you, digging into your hips. Your eyes widen, and beneath the hand, the name of your partner is muffled. You believe it to be a sick joke but when your lamp turns on, the glaring light shooting against your face, your blood turns into ice. You go rigid, your hands trying to pry off the one on your face, so desperate for air and yet, the force stays solid above you.

Terror spikes throughout your body, eyes wide and sickness thick on your tongue that you fear you’ll become sick against him and the thought of what he might do in that case terrifies you. His petrified look of a scream haunts you, mesh black that stares at you and with a body covered in black, he blends into the darkness, his body evaporating but weight still heavy on you. He wastes no time, removing your clothes and his, his body bare above yours and hands finally away from you but instead of hitting him, you lay there, with your hands over your eyes, as his mask brushes along your collarbone. You thought you were safe; you really thought that you were safe.

“Did you miss me?” Ghostface whispers, his breath nothing more than a wisp against your skin. “Because I missed you.” You let out an ugly wheeze in response, your palms wet with tears. “I miss you so much that it hurt.” His hands- covered by gloves- scratch against your skin, they squeeze against a breast, fingers pushing into your supple breast. “I couldn’t take it. I had to see you. I had to feel you under me, writhing and squirming-” his other hand cups at your sex, two digits pushing past your folds and teasing at your entrance- “feeling your cunt milk my cock.” His gloved fingers squirm inside of you, massaging at your walls, encouraging for the tight fit to become smoother. “Did you miss me?”

You take in a loud breath, peeking between the gaps in your fingers, looking to the door that remains open. “Danny,” you gasp, hoping that by saying his name, he’ll appear. The fingers inside of you stop inside of you. “I want Danny.” Tears slide down and wet at the crevices in your ear, and slip to the bed sheet beneath you.

“Danny, huh?” You look at him when he speaks, chills running across your body. “Is that your boyfriend’s name? The one with the camera at all my crime scenes?” Your mouth is stuffed with his gloved hand, the taste of your essence lingers against your tongue. “You know he’s a bit too involved, walking around, staining the soles of his shoes with blood.” His cock is erect, pressed harsh against the inside of your thigh, slipping past your folds and pressed against your entrance. “I wonder what he would do if he saw you getting fucked by the Ghostface?” He pushes himself inside of you, and you let out a wail muted by the hand that sickens you. “You’d think he’d join in?” He rocks inside of you, steady and hard, making sure to slam himself against your hips. “He could fuck your mouth with I fuck your pussy.” He lets out a breathless laugh, his mask closing in on you until you can smell the scent of alcohol on his breath. It’s intoxicating in all the wrong ways- thick and bitter, making your stomach churn and acid creep into your throat. “Fuck, that would be something, huh?” He slams himself back into you, grunting and letting out your name intermixed with his moans.

“Stop,” you cry, hiccupping and choking on your tears. Your hands clutch at your chest, stopping the bouncing motion from his roughness. “Please, just stop. I haven’t told anyone, please. You can go away,” you cry harder, wishing for death. “Just kill me,” you wheeze out, your chest stuttering with your heavy cries.

He pauses, stilling his movements for a moment, his head tilting. “Kill you?” He breathes out. He shakes his head. “No, no,” he repeats. “I could never kill you.” He resumes his thrusting, pushing himself deep inside of you. “I love you too much to ever do anything like that to you. Did you know that?” Despite his mask, you know that he’s staring into your eyes, watching for any reaction that you can give to him. “I love you so much. And when you get pregnant-” his hand curves over your belly- “you’ll never be able to escape me.” Your eyes go wide, and you suck in a deep breath. “You’ll look so cute with a round belly.” The mesh of his mask presses against your lips. His lips wet at the mask and his spit is on your lips. “You’ll be plump and begging for my cock, knowing that it was me who did that to your body.”

He’s ruthless. A true monster disguised as a human as he ravages your body. With every push inside of you, is a groan of despair from you, your cunt leaking with your arousal, slipping to the inside of your thighs and down his length. You lay beneath him, crying and holding onto him, feeling a pressure against your stomach when he releases inside of you. It’s thick and warm, burning your inside and it's pushed inside of you. You cry his name, “Ghostface,” begging for mercy as he continues his rutting, burying his cock inside of you until he’s drained and you’re full of seed.

-

Danny finds you in the morning, curled up with dried tear stains. Your clothes stick to you uncomfortably, your underwear feeling as if it were stuck to you, drenched with his semen that had spilled out. Danny walks to you, crouching to a squat as he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Nightmares again?” He asks in a low whisper, and you nod, your lips trembling as you go to hug him, sobbing against his shoulder and clinging to him like a child. “It’s okay,” he says gently, running his hand down your back, “it’s okay. I’m here now. It was just a bad dream.” He crawls into bed with you, pulling you close to him, his chin resting on the top of your head while you curl up on his lap, resting your head on his chest. “They’re just nightmares, they aren’t real.”

“It felt real,” you mumble, your head curving around his belly, letting your thumb arc over him. “I wished you were here last night.” A sob interrupts you and you’re soothed once again by Danny. “I wanted you here,” you cry, pressing yourself closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” he says earnestly. “I wish I was here. I know how bad your nightmares can get.” His hand stills for a moment, clenching the back of your shirt into his fist. “But you were the one who didn’t want to move in with me, remember?” You nod slowly. “You can’t just guilt trip me into this. I’m sorry and I wish I were here but-”

“Danny?” You whisper, clenching his shirt loosely. He hums in response. “Can I move in with you? Please?” You can hear his heartbeat quicken, the hand on your back coming loose and returning to the soothing touch. “I don’t want-” you pause and look at him- “I miss you too much.”

“Of course you can.” His hand manages to find a way to hold yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips and kissing each gently. “I would love nothing more than to have you at home with me.” His lips trace up a finger, kissing the tip of your thumb. “I’ll keep you safe there. Away from this place with all those gross memories- you’ll be safe with me.”

-

You lay on his bed. It’s not the first time, it’s nothing more than a bed you’ve both shared in the past and yet, now as you sit on it, it’s foregien to you. It’s nothing more than a bed, a bed that you share now because his home is now your home. The comforter has loose threads that you wrap around your finger until it pales and turns dark at the skin that protrudes from it. Your stuff is organized, fixed and moved into a space that he has made for you. You’ve come into his space and he’s made sure to welcome you.

The door clicks and you can hear him, his heavy footsteps and the jingle of his keys. “Honey, I’m home!” He sings, followed by a laugh and he’s searching for you throughout the house. Your heartbeat quickens and the comforter is gripped in your hands. “Want to go out to eat?” His voice sounds far away and you’ve realized you’ve forgotten to make a meal for him. For the both of you. “We can order take-out or something.” His voice is growing closer and you stare out the window expecting to see Ghostface but there’s no one there. “You know, since it’s a special night.” His voice is close, and when you turn, he’s at the doorway, loosening his ties and running a hand through his hair. “You good?”

You nod. “Yeah,” you whisper out. “I’m just- I feel so out of place here, you know?” You give out a shaky laugh as tears threaten to form, a lump in your throat as you release your grip and hold out your arms.

He’s quick to hold you, his face pressed against your neck and arms wrapping tight around you. “You shouldn’t. This is your home now.” He pulls away and kisses your lips, his nose bumping against yours. “You’re allowed to be comfortable here.” He pulls away, his hands holding onto yours. “I didn’t want to ask yesterday because we were both tired and hungry, but do you want to go take a picture? Something to commemorate our living situation?”

You stare up at the man who has kept you safe and you pull him down, kissing his lip and gesturing for him to get on the bed with you. He must understand what you want, why you want him to get on the bed with you, because in the same moment, he unbuttons his shirt and teases at the hem of yours. His hands stop there, his knuckles brushing against your stomach and for a moment, he stops, he pulls away from the kiss and licks his lips. Your only response is to remove the shirt yourself, continuing until you’re naked in front of him.

His lips brush against yours, his breath warm and hands lingering on your bare sides. His eyes stay fixed on yours, his thumb arching on your body, a shiver running down your spine. Your heart is beating erratically, so loud that you think he might hear it. You hesitantly raise your hands to cup his face, licking your lips when you realize that your hands have started to become clammy. You pull away from him, enough to no longer fear that he might see how flushed that you’ve become.

“I- I wanna do something else to commemorate.” You roll your lips, nervously swallowing, your legs twitching and stomach churning. “If you don’t mind.”

He stares at you with blank eyes and a parted mouth for a second until his smile grows, pulling high on the corner of his lips. He nods, leaning towards you, your hands falling onto his chest when he kisses you. It’s a blur of the moment, feeling his fingers edge against your sex, brush so carefully against your clit, and you’re gasping for breath under him, hidden in the crook of his neck with tears in your eyes.

His fingers are coarse, touching your sensitive bud, rolling it under his fingertips and he tries to move you, to signal for you to show him your expressions as he touches you, but you can’t. You stay hidden, digging your nails into his back and shaking your head. With your eyes shut tight, with only darkness in your vision, you can picture someone other than your partner. You picture him. You swear that you can feel his hands on you, but instead of the roughness, it’s gentleness, it’s him being tender, focusing on your pleasure and making you gasp and whine under him. You’ve never taken a proper look at his hands, but they’re thick, spreading your cunt and massaging at your walls, while you buck against him, feeling the tip of his cock against your thigh.

You arch your back into his chest, hissing at the contact and clutching tighter to him, squeezing his fingers in your cunt. A hand slips between and palms at your breast. He’s eager and clumsy, grabbing at your roughly and you hold on tighter to him, whimpering under his touch and his only response to hold you tighter, to pinch at your skin and push himself knuckle deep inside of you, adding a third finger and then a fourth, your sex burning with the spread and you’re calling his name, pulling away with tearstained eyes only to be kissed roughly.

Tears catch on your lashes, your hands digging into him, wanting to draw blood and get him off but at the same time, wanting him to never stop, to continue until he’s the one who has touched your body to the full extent.

He pulls away, the hand on your breast going to wipe a tear away, his head tilting and smiling softly. He looks much younger and handsome with the gentleness on his features. “Condom?” He asks in a low whisper.

While maintaining eye contact, you shake your head. Your hands hold him, and you pull him for a kiss. When his lips are on yours, you leave him, your hand slipping between your bodies and going to grab at his erection. He moans against you, bucking his hips into your hand while his tongue slips into your mouth. It lasts for a moment, the intimacy of holding him, only to disappear when he’s inside of you, pushing past your already stretched hole and pushing himself deep inside of you. He pulls away, face above you while he grunts and holds your hand, calling you everything sugar and nice. He kisses you with a gentleness that you don’t remember ever feeling.

It isn’t long until you’re clenching around him, gasping his name out and arching your back. You plead to him- begging for him to not stop with tears in your eyes, to be a bit rougher and you allow for him to spill inside of you. He’s hot inside of you, spilling his seed deep into your womb and making you warm all over. He doesn’t stop pumping inside of you, the tenderness making you gasp out and hands clench into loose fists. He holds you close, his cock fully inside of you, not allowing a droplet of semen to be wasted and you hold him, crying and thanking him, kissing at his neck and holding him there with you.

-

You rest your hands in the sink, the small space of the bathroom putrid as the air reeks of acid. Your stomach swirls and your eyes are filled with tears. Your throat burns and the birds sing their morning song outside. You want to believe that you woke up sick; that whatever it is that made you throw up is nothing more than the stomach flu.

But you know better. You know that it isn’t the flu. It’s something worse, something much more than it could ever be. You wish it were the flu. The bathroom drawer scratches open, your hands reaching towards the back where you’ve hidden your box, and when you pull it out, the box rattles in your hand and your heart sinks.

It takes only a few minutes until your timer is beeping, and you’re quick to stop it. Your hands shake as you grab the pregnancy test. You pray and you aren’t sure for what, but when you look at the pregnancy test, two loans, a faint red, stare back at you and you let the plastic clatter against the sink as you sob.

 that flour+sugar+warm water glue make it a homogeneous mix 

if requests for the fairytale au are still open how about a dragon au w/ dio? maybe the reader is a kidnapped princess and dio falls for her, or maybe he falls for her and THEN kidnaps her. whatever u feel like writing!

Yep sure

Dragons treasure pt1

(yandere dragon Dio X princess's reader)

You woke up and rubbed your head, you felt rather groggy but that was to be expected after being trapped under the rubble of your castle but you weren't anymore, instead you laid on a mountain of pillows that were sprawled out like a mattress on the cave ground.

You sat up and tried to find your tiara but you must have lost it while being unconscious. Then you felt the ground shake under you as a long, large shadow appeared and approached. You quickly pretended to be asleep, using your hair to hide your open eye.

Slowly it came closer and closer but you did not dare to look up. A large claw came down only a metre away from your face showing you a tiara. It wasn't yours, it was a fancier than yours, made of platinum and had diamonds all around it.

You finally gained the courage to look up and as you did you felt your heart plunge into your stomach as you came face to face with a golden dragon with Amber eyes. Your fear grew worse as you looked at its horns and the bones that came out of it's back like the bones in a fish's fin.

As if being kidnapped by a normal dragon wasn't enough, you had to be captured by a king of dragons or a dragon of death as others referred to it's breed. It was an immortal being and a savage one as well, truly the apex of all life.

You coward back, tears threatens to flood your eyes.

"Please don't eat me!" You plea to the dragon. It lifted its front leg and it's claws above your head, dropping a tiara onto your head before tracing the tip of it's claw across your cheek.

"I don't eat my hard earned treasure" the dragon spoke.

"W... Wait, you can speak?!" You exclaimed.

"Of course I do" he replied, he seemed to be insulted by your words.

"What do you intend to do with me if you're not going to eat me?" You asked before the dragon grabbed you, his long, sharp, black claws.

"I'll do whatever I want with that body of yours" he said which frightened you, you knew what he was implying and the thought of it alone scared you, little more the idea of doing it with a dragon. How would that even work? The size difference was callosal.

"But I don't think that's possible" you said.

"Oh it is, eventually you will find out" he said with a chuckle.

Don’t let go!!! 

Hey, you. Yes, you; the non-binary person staring at the screen.

You are so loved and appreciated and your value as a human being is intrinsically and intricately beautiful. Please drink some water if you haven’t in a while and get some rest today. You deserve it, and also, if nobody else has said it to you in a while, thank you. Thank you for being here. You’re wonderful.