Jonathan And Dio The Duality Of Bottoms

jonathan and dio — the duality of bottoms

implied masc!reader(?) (use of the word cock)

jonathan is the sweet and shy type. he may be a little inexperienced, but he's happy to have you teach him how it's done. jojo is an obedient puppy, following your every order willingly and happily. a good boy deserving of all the praise in the world, and oh—all the praise in the world he would get. such a sweet boy deserves to be rewarded as much as he should be ruined and turned into a sobbing mess.

dio is the complete opposite. he's the bratty one of the two. he'll take every chance he can to defy you, then act as if he did nothing wrong. dio might be promiscuous one, and if that's the case, you're probably the only person who's been able to tame him. you're probably the only one who can put a bitch like him in his place, making him beg and cry for your cock while he tries to get the slightest bit of friction from rubbing his thighs together.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI idk how to spell his last name abeg

Or mista or abbachio 😫😫

cw: sub!bucciarati dom!reader, public sex, inappropriate use of stands

a/n: this is part 1! part 2 will be abbacchio, then mista <33

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

– bucciarati is a very sweet lover, “would always put your needs first” kind of guy. would go down on you if you want, would let you use his body even if he’s climaxed a bunch of times or even when it’s in public.

“right here?” bucciarati questioned crossing his shoulders together, a bit mad that you weren’t taking this mission seriously.

“oh come on, we’re at the back anyways. no one will here.” you persuaded, a bit impatient since nothing strange has been happening with the person you were tasked to watch. “well, that’s only if you keep quiet.”

he glanced at the front before looking into your eyes, he’d never say no to you but when it came to work… it’s a fifty-fifty.

with a sigh, he sat down on your lap and held the seat in front of you. he used his stand for you to do your business easier.

“a zipper right here? just for me? that’s bold.” you claimed, unzipping his pants right where you need to penetrate.

he didn’t like doing it dry, saying it would just inconvenience you but the quick moan that escaped his lips said otherwise.

the train was going at a speed where you thrusting into him seemed quicker. he covered his mouth with his left hand, not wanting to be heard by the other passengers, still keeping an eye on your target. if he was in the right state of mind, he could’ve just zipped his mouth shut.

unfortunately—or fortunately, he was too deep in pleasure to think of such things.

“hmm!”

“such a good boy, look at you still doing the mission.” you praised as his heart thumped to the same rhythm as your pounding.

“(n-name)…not too f-fast…” he begged, seeming to reach his limit. but as fate would have it, the train came to a halt pushing you deeper inside.

“Ah!” bucciarati yelled out, causing eyes to look back to him.

he thought he would be caught as they definitely made eye contact but they quickly turned around, pretending as if they didn’t see a thing.

“(name).” he said with a stern voice, mad.

“don’t worry! i’m sure they wouldn’t think the boss would send someone that’d have sex behind the train.” you chuckled.

naw imagine dio fake crying bc he doesn't get your cock but then after you offer to fuck him, he acts like a brat and says he doesn't want it. Then you fuck him and he really does cry

You let your open palm smack against the firm globe of Dio’s ass as you drill your fat cock into his sloppy hole. He cries out into the pillows, drenching the silk with his overwhelmed tears and drool. “What’s wrong, my love? Didn’t you want this?” You grab a fistful of his golden hair to drag him onto his hands and knees, the headboard slamming against the wall as you double the force behind your thrusts. 

“Too much—” Dio sobs brokenly even when he thrusts back against you, his ass clapping against your pelvis. 

“What’s too much, baby?” You ask, running a hand along his curves. Red welts the shape of your hands cover his pale skin. “Is my cock too much? Is it too big for your little hole? You want me to stop?” You question in feigned concern, slowing your rutting to shallow grinds. 

“No! No, no, please.” Dio reaches back to grab onto your thigh to keep you from pulling out, turning his head to peer at you with teary golden eyes. “Please, don’t stop.” He begs. 

“Then shut up and take it.”

𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬 . . who look at their dom like they hung the stars and moon. Will do anything to please them, doesn't matter how humiliating whatever their dom is asking for. Will cry at any slight sign of disappointment in their dom, already apologizing and promising that they'll be a good boy.

Ejiro Kirishima, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Caeser Zepelli, Enmu, Tanjiro Kamado, Shoto Todoroki

"𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞" 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬 . . that do something that they know will piss off their dom, only to get attention. Such attention whores that they'll flirt with someone with really interest in the person waiting for that glint in their doms eyes showing that they're upset. Only to regret their past decisions, because not even their crocodile tears could stop their dom from doing the punishment.

Shinjuro Rengoku, Bachira Meguru, Joseph Joestar

𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬 . . that hide their faces as much as they can. They're dom having to coax them to get their face off the pillow or hands. They can't believe someone is looking at them like this, they must look pathetic under them like this but they're dom is looking at them with such adoration that they can't help but start blushing.

Izuku Midoriya, Giyu Tomioka, Tanjiro Kamado, Jonathan Joestar, Rohan Kishibe, Tenya Iida, Jotaro Kujo

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬 . . who just love when pain is mixed with their pleasure. That fantasize about their dom slapping them, bruises littering their body. Doesn't matter that there is patches of skin on their body that are red or even purple, they still want more.

Tengen Uzui, Muzan Kibutsuji, Yoshikage Kira, Enmu, Katsuki Bakugou

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sorry just worshipping jonathan's thighs lol soft boy hours

“uhm..darling—” jonathan started, a hint of worry in his voice. “are you sure you're okay? are you able to breathe properly?” his questions were answered by a thumbs up, but that wasn't enough to reassure him. he was startled a bit by the sudden vibrations which jojo assumed be you trying to speak. he loosened the grip his thighs had around your head a little; making just enough space for you to move if you needed to. “did you say something?”

you smiled up at the larger man. “i said that i'd die happy if these thighs suffocated me.” jojo's cheeks reddened slightly. he didn't know what that meant; but he still felt embarrassed. “you're so cute, jonathan.” you purred before smothering yourself in your boyfriend's muscular thighs and giving them soft kisses. jonathan didn't understand why you loved his thighs so much, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the flattery.

Hear me out...

-Submissive Leone Abbacchio and a dominant male reader who blows his back out like it's his reason for living.

-Abbacchio looking down between his legs and seeing the outline of the reader's cock on his tummy

-Pulling Abbacchio's hair and calling him the pretty princess that we all know he his despite how bratty he can get

YES. JUST YES.

headcanons + microfiction <3 (i hope you don’t mind)

Content: 260 words(fic). Feminization kink (both), degradation (fic), praise (hcs), Overstimulation (both), Belly Bulge (fic)

•I like to think that Abacchio is into a little bit of feminization as well.

•Calling him princess, telling him you’ll ruin his pretty cunt, how wet his boypussy is for your cock, he’ll lose his mind.

•Pretends that he hates it but secretly loves when you praise him for taking your cock like such a good whore. (sometimes)

•Is probably a pillow princess most of the time and wants you to do all the work, but when he’s really pent up he’ll want to take a bit of control and ride you like there’s no tomorrow

•Loves when you overstimulate him while you pound into him, hitting that spot every time.

•Even though it feels like he came so many times that there’s nothing left in him, it turns him on to see you continue fucking him and start getting close to cumming inside of his hole.

•I bet he loves it when you pound into him from behind, yanking his head up and forcing him to watch himself be destroyed in front of the mirror in front of your bed.

•This little slut probably makes you mad on purpose so you’ll punish him and fuck him dumb.

•Whispering seductively in your ear in public, rubbing his hand over your cock in your pants if you’re at a restaurant, going under the table while you’re doing work and sucking you off.

•He loves being throat fucked and wants your sticky cum all down his tight throat.

Abacchio let out rather noisy moans as you ruthlessly pounded against his sweet spot, holding his legs up to his chest while you leaned over him. He’s lost count of how many times he’s came at this point. His lipstick was smudged on his face, his hair messy from you endlessly fucking him and yanking on his hair. You had him in missionary, fucking into him like it was your last time ever getting laid. His arms were flailing around, looking for something, anything to grab on. He looked away from you, face red and covered with sweat. He was embarrassed to be letting out such noises and being so vulnerable under you. Which to that you responded by grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to look at you, leaning down to his ear and quietly speaking against it.

“You’re going to look at me, slut. You’re gonna watch as I fuck that tight pussy of yours and make you needy for more.”

Abacchio clenched around you at your words, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence to respond. You chuckled, sitting up some more as you tossed one of his legs over your shoulder to hit deeper inside him. Abacchio let out a gasp of surprise as the feeling made his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. His gaze shifted down for just a moment, seeing the bulge in his stomach that disappeared and reappeared every time you thrusted inside of him. Just that sight alone was enough to bring him up to yet another orgasm.

He didn’t mind being your whore if it meant he’d get to have your huge, throbbing cock destroying his insides.