Summary: A user-less Stand has attached itself to you. It’s a Chain & Collar that gifts your utter obedience to whatever Stand user it chooses. Once an order has been given, you have to follow through. DIO holds your string & sends you after the Joestar Group. When you’re defeated, you assume your chain will snap, but instead it latches onto the person who bested you: Jotaro. Aside from a few minor mishaps, Jotaro doesn’t seem too interested in using this strange power over you. When DIO’s latest mercenary shows up though, things get sticky.
A/N: How do I begin to explain this abomination? @strikecommandher dragged me into JJBA, one thing lead to another, and a fated Discord session later we ended up here. 2 thots going from despising Steely Dan to producing this filth and being proud of it too. This was a team effort! We both tackled the writing & editing, and then poured it into a new format for your reading pleasure. Seeing as we both like a certain Brand™ of nasty, this goes without saying, but because neither of us have actively written for JJBA before and this is going into the tags I want to be super clear protect the children:
TW: non-con content, yandere elements, unwanted advances, violence, Not Safe For LIFE
His enjoyment begins small.
“Shut the hell up.”
Jotaro’s brow twitches as he stops you mid-sentence, watching your expression seize up and contort as the collar around your neck begins to glow. You have no choice but to comply as the Stand wrenches your mouth shut.
This was the first step, and things only got worse from there.
It was so easy to get you to do things; Jotaro begins to do it more often. When you’re running your mouth or when he simply doesn’t want to listen to you anymore –with a single word from his lips he can make it all stop.
You’re settling down at a roadside cafe for lunch when he really starts testing the Stand’s abilities in earnest.
“Come here,” Jotaro pulls out the chair next to him, “sit.” You mindlessly follow his commands, but not without contempt.
Jotaro finds it interesting to watch you struggle against the Stand’s compulsion. Every time you fought its power, the collar around your neck sparked to life. He didn’t have to boss you around, and while he was reluctant to make use of you at first, you found yourselves in a very unique situation. Curiosity drove him to keep pushing the limits, both of the Stand and you –your patience, your body, your mind and willpower.
After experimenting with its power for a bit, Jotaro figures out rather quickly that his orders are absolute. You have to follow them, no matter what. During your scuffle with the group, you did exhibit defiance against the orders you had been given, and briefly managed to break DIO’s control over you, which tipped the scales in Jotaro’s favour. Though it seemed that the closer you were to the Stand user in control, the less likely it became for you to deny their orders. The only way you managed to be freed from DIO was the vast distance between here and Cairo.
Once he knew you couldn’t say no to him, the real fun began. The first time he blatantly abuses his power over you is when a bunch of tourist girls are fawning over him. He can’t stand their yapping, and to permanently shut them up he has a plan. He grabs your shirt collar and drags you to meet him chest-to-chest.
“Hey, girl…kiss me. Make sure it looks convincing.”
The collar glows furiously, but you lean in nonetheless. You want to fight against the commands so badly, and yet, there you are, giving this behemoth of a man the most intimate kiss solely because he told you to. You feel used –embarrassed and angry doesn’t even begin to cut it.
The fall-out from this incident is intense. You’re raising your voice, getting in his face and cussing him out for abusing his power like that.
Jotaro is stone-faced, arms crossed over his chest as you poke an accusing finger into him. You rant for a few minutes, but he’s not having any of your shit. He grabs your wrist and, without giving a single order, roughly smashes his mouth into yours for a searing kiss. Your free hand, now fully under your control and able to resist, shoots up to smack him in the face. For a second you think Star Platinum is going to stop you, but it doesn’t –at least not until you’re an inch away from his cheek.
Star appears, and snatches your hand. Jotaro’s eyes open and he’s staring you down, his lips grinding against yours. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. You know what he’s thinking. Even without this strange Stand’s power, you’re no match for him. If he wants you to do something, you’ll fucking do it. That won’t stop you from fighting it though. Star Platinum releases its hold, and you confidently try again.
Without breaking the kiss for even a second, instead choosing to speak through Star, you hear Jotaro’s voice come through: ‘Stop.’ Your arm freezes, just as you’re about to make an impact. He grabs a fist of hair and yanks you back, finally allowing you to breathe. “Try not to piss me off. I pull your strings, remember?”
From then on, you resign to comply.
After a while you know exactly what he wants from you just by receiving a look: it’s like the longer this Stand is connected to the both of you, the stronger its pull gets. You’re actually grateful you were only connected to DIO for a few days, because this kind of obedience would be fatal under him. All Jotaro does now is speak without words, telling you what to do in gestures and motions, unless it’s a very specific order. A pat on his lap, a tap on his chin, a stern look and a smirk: you know what it all means. You’ve become his favourite way to deflect bothersome ‘groupies’ simply because he knows that: One, you’ll do exactly as he says, no surprises. Two, you won’t catch feelings. And three, if you did, he’d order you to stop and you’d have no choice.
When you reach Pakistan, your already tense relationship meets its biggest challenge yet: Steely Dan.
You’re doomed the moment Lovers finds its way into Joseph’s brain. Jotaro is being bossed around by this pissy little bitch and suddenly the tables have turned. You don’t know how to feel about this.
On one side, you’re living for the sweet, sweet karma being dished out –but on the other hand, you feel terrible. You blame your connection via Stand for this, but you actually feel his pain, anger and frustration at not being able to remodel this asshole’s face. It isn’t until Steely Dan takes notice of you following them around and responding to Jotaro’s subtle orders that things start to get out of hand. Steely Dan might be a bitch, but he’s not stupid. He figures it out.
And finds ammunition in your…condition. Jotaro may have his limits when it comes to abusing his power, but Steely Dan sees no issues.
“Hey,Jotaro~ Why don’t you order that cute little thing to make out with me, huh? Or maybe kiss my feet instead? I’ll let you pick, since I’m feeling generous~!”
Jotaro already doesn’t want to do anything for him, this aversion extends to you. You technically belong to Jotaro. You’re his and he’s not keen on sharing his things, especially with a scumbag threatening multiple people simultaneously.
Dan won’t hesitate to see just how much he’s able to get away with. Truth be told, there is no limitation as long as Joseph’s in danger. Kissing his feet is only the beginning. The moment Jotaro orders you to put your lips on this sly bastard you feel waves of contempt coming off him. He is not happy.
You walk over to Dan, and for the first time in weeks, you struggle to fight the order you’ve been given. The collar lights up with an almost blinding glow. You care for Joseph, but you can’t help it. It’s instinct. Dan doesn’t wait for you to bring it in, he drags you up against him and, as you hold onto the last strands of free will you have left, you look back at Jotaro. He averts his gaze as you turn to him. His hat casts a shadow over his face, rendering his features unreadable.
Dan makes a disapproving noise. “I want you to see this, Jotaro, unless you want your grandfather to break his ribs.” He raises his fists, balling them up like he’s preparing to strike himself in the chest, more than ready to deliver on his threat.
Jotaro doesn’t respond at first, and Dan begins to goad him until he relents and reluctantly turns to look at the both of you.
Instead of letting you smooch him and be done with it, Dan has other plans: just as your lips are about to connect, he knocks you to the ground and slams his foot onto your arm. “I’ve changed my mind! Jotaro, tell her to kiss my foot!”
A long, agitated sigh escapes him. You look at him and he closes his eyes, forcing a heavy breath out through his nose. “Do it.”
That familiar, invisible force steers your reluctant face towards the tip of of shoe. Quivering lips meet the dark material, and the faint hints of earth and leather invade your senses as you tongue and lips work together to fulfill the task at hand.
From one foot to the other, Jotaro’s hidden eyes follow you, groveling on the ground. For a fragment of a moment, a noise escapes your lips. Jotaro’s knuckles grow white hot as a fist forms at his side, one he tried to hide to no avail.
“What’s wrong, Jotaro?” Dan’s words ooze from his lips in a putrid tone, one of slime and utter sadism. “Do I sense a problem?” he laughs, the answer all too obvious.
Jotaro’s unwavering silence speaks volumes above any response. Dan sweeps his foot from underneath you without warning, causing your lips to crash with the sand and gravel below.
“Bored, Jotaro? Afraid someone might see? Hmm…I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if we moved somewhere a bit more…private. Just the three of us. What do you say?”
The implications of those words hang heavy in the air. Dan is cackling –just laughing in your faces. “I know just the place, and Jotaro’s paying for our room! Won’t you, J-o-t-a-r-o~?”
He turns his heel, and you have no choice but to follow. The moment his back is turned, Jotaro hauls you up and dusts you off. He’s tense from top to bottom and the look he’s giving Dan is deadly. He’s reaching his limit. Whatever Kakyoin is planning, he better do it fast or you’ll never make it to the hotel in the first place. He should have ordered you to run when he had the chance, before Dan figured out what he could do. Joseph’s life is on the line, and Jotaro knows that if no one stops him in time, and this slimy bastard manages to lay another finger on you, he might end up killing the old man in a fit of rage.
The walk feels like an eternity. Your eyes are peeled for any sign that Kakyoin and Polnareff have managed to figure out how to beat him. You stall whenever you can, but Dan’s impatient, especially since finding out he has not one, but two people under his thumb now.
It’s takes every ounce of restraint Jotaro has left to keep his composure once inside the old hotel room –it’s a quaint and quiet little shack, one vacant enough to prevent the possibility of disturbed prying eyes and ears.
Dan crosses the room, finding a decent spot on the only chair, forcing you and Jotaro to stand after ages of walking around all day in the dry desert heat.
The silence is deafening. Dan watches you both with interest, wondering just how far your relationship goes. He hasn’t seen you interact much beyond what just happened, and Jotaro doesn’t seem the type for PDA, but he has a hunch that you’re more than friends. There’s a grin plastered on his face that only seems to grow wider when he hears the lock click in place and Jotaro turns with a look that spells THUNDER. Oh yes, he knows exactly what he wants now.
“I’m sure you’ve thought about all the naughty little things you can make her do,” he begins, watching Jotaro like a hawk for any sign of emotion. “Maybe you’ve even acted on them already, I don’t know!” He makes it seem like a throw-away statement, but your reactions tell him enough: you seize up, and Jotaro clenches his fists. ‘So, you haven’t,’ he thinks, ‘that makes this all the more fun!’
“I want you to think about all those things, Jotaro, and make her do them. To me.”
There’s a shift in atmosphere. You realize a couple of things: one, Steely Dan wants to bed you to taunt Jotaro into hurting him. Two, it’s working. And three, judging by his reaction, Jotaro has thought about using this unique Stand in this way. You can feel your heart race.
Jotaro is shaking, knuckles white with rage. For a moment you think he’ll snap, but then a strange calmness claims him –like a switch had been flipped. “You bastard–” is all Jotaro says, before turning to you. “Strip.”
Your pleading eyes lock with Jotaro’s as piece by piece, your clothes pool around your feet. The pair of you need not look to know what’s happening behind. First, the distinct sound of a belt clangs as it meets the floor, followed by the soft thud of shoes being tossed somewhere in the distance.
As you stand before the two men, fully exposed, Jotaro searches the vaults of his mind for the wicked things he’s dreamt of doing to your body. Brief glimpses of positions, sights and sounds flash before him. Had you presented yourself like this under any other conditions, he’d play out those fantasies here and now.
“Jotaro. Tell her to come to me.”
Dan has the two of you in such a position, he could just as easily make you do these things on his own. However, the risk of defiance looms. One second of delay could spell out the end for Joseph. No room for disobedience.
“Go to him.”
You turn from Jotaro to face Dan, the slimy man already fast at work with his heavy length in his hand, slowly pumping his erection in preparation for the fun to come.
“Now, I want you to think long and hard about how you’ve always wanted her to please you, how soft her lips would be around your cock.” Dan slips his free hand in between your legs, rough digits rubbing and prodding your sensitive heat with no real aim. “Think about how warm she’d feel once you slipped inside.”
A short, angry burst of air escapes Jotaro’s nostrils. You feel his hesitation to answer, almost as if he’s too embarrassed to admit.
“Tell her what to do Jotaro. And be quick about it. Who knows what sharp objects I might run across in this darkened room.”
“Get on your knees and–” Jotaro starts, biting the inside of his cheek before continuing. “–suck hiscock.”
Resisting is nigh impossible. Your bond to Jotaro was so strong by now that the need to comply drowns out the perverse nature of the situation. The unseen force of the Stands drives you towards Dan; you sink down into the shaggy carpet, a slight quiver shaking your lip. Your hands slide over his thighs and the most disgusting, satisfied sigh leaves his lips.
“Hurry now, darling. We haven’t got all day!” Dan grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock into the side of your face. You see Jotaro twitch in the corner of your eye and you hear a single heavy thump, followed by Dan protesting: “Ah, ah, ah~! Not another step, Jotaro! Why don’t you sit on the bed, you’ll have the best view.”
Jotaro shuffles over and sinks down onto the bed, not taking his eyes off you for a second.
“Now, where were we~” Dan looks down at you, grabbing one of your hands to wrap it around the base of his cock, “aaaah, yes!” His fake-friendly tone shifts to a darker one, “You were going to show Jotaro all he’s missing out on.”
He thrusts up into your mouth, and you gag. You shift all your breathing to your nose and try to adjust as he bucks up into you. It takes a moment, but you find a comfortable, slow rhythm. Dan throws his head back, making a show out of moaning. “Faster,” he groans, but as you speed up, he pulls you back by your hair, cock dropping out of your mouth with a provocative pop.
“Not yet,” he grins, eyes traveling to the bed where Jotaro sits, stone-faced. “He has to say it first.”
The sights and sounds which he’s forced to observe have Jotaro’s blood boiling. Not wanting to add any more fuel to this fire, he settles for releasing some tension by grabbing a handful of bedding. Even so, his command for you, painfully gritted through clenched teeth, is tinged with rage.
“Faster.”
“Atta boy!” Dan goads, tossing dark locks back as your speed increases around him.
“Nn-J-Jotaro…” Dan manages, playing up his pleasured groans, “she’s amazing! If she keeps this up, I might not be able to hold back much longer.”
His hips snap against you with a constant, forceful pace. The foul, rhythmic squelch of his tip meeting the back of your throat grows louder the faster he pumps. Breathing turns into an ordeal as you struggle for air through his vigorous thrusts. Dan presses his pelvis flush against your face, cutting off all air momentarily.
“What else Jotaro? Tell her what else you want to do. Make her do it for me…and be quick about it. She can’t hold her breath forever.”
You panic almost the instant you realize breathing isn’t involuntary. Nails dig into the soft flesh of thighs, and your eyes dart to Jotaro’s, begging for mercy until a low, strained voice finds its way out into the air of the room.
“Get on your hands and knees!”
Was it worry? Annoyance that drove his words to sound that way? Either way, the hold on either side of your head broke and air rushed into your empty lungs. Through a few violent coughs, you turned around, propping yourself up, backside facing Jotaro.
“Ah ah, don’t you think our pervert friend would enjoy seeing you more than the back on me?” Dan’s wicked gaze says more than enough for Jotaro to give out his next command.
“Face me. Face me while…you let him fuck you.”
You turn, crawling towards Jotaro on your knees. There’s a moment of quiet where you feel your breathing relax. Jotaro’s staring back at you with a look you don’t quite recognize, which is odd because your relationship has been very non-verbal for a long time now. It takes a second, but you know what he’s trying to convey; I’ll make him pay. The dangerous storm in his eyes makes you believe him, once he sets his mind to something, he’ll do it.
A chuckle comes from behind and two hands find the curve of your ass. “What a sight!” Dan leans forward, finding your ear and whispering “By the looks of it, Jotaro seems to be enjoying it too.” His chest rumbles with amusement as he points to the other man’s blatant arousal. Jotaro’s brow creases and for a second his gaze falters, something you’d never seen before.
You hold your breath, feeling Dan press himself into your entrance. It’s hasty and sloppy as he slides into you with desperation. He draws out an obnoxious moan, locking eyes with the man on the bed and licking his lips. “She’s so tight! You know, after I kill you,” he rocks his hips, causing you to momentarily lose your balance and whimper, “I might decide to keep her. Just. for. this.” With each word, he snaps his hips against your rear. You whine, biting your lip to swallow up the noises you’re inclined to make.
A hand snakes up the front of your torso, gliding up your neck to grab your chin and forcing you to look at Jotaro. Dan digs his fingers into your chin, chuckling. “Look at her cute little face, tell her what a good little slut she is.”
“You’re a good little slut,” he strains, each word killing him little by little. A storm of rage and envy roars deep within, settling in at the pit of his stomach, resonated further south to his hardening member, begging for release from its confines.
The sight of your bouncing breasts, the sharp slap of flesh, your intoxicating mewls –everything builds to a boiling point. Even if he could take matters into his own hands so to speak, getting off under these circumstances would make any decent man feel ashamed. Just as quickly as his lust came, anger took its place in the back of Jotaro’s mind when Dan’s voice broke through the haze.
He grunts were unhinged, erratic, loud for the sake of being loud.
“Tell her to squeeze tighter around me, Jotaro. I want her make me come. Deep. Inside. Of. Her.” Dan’s hands found their way to your chest, rough fingers kneading your delicate skin. “Tell her Jotaro! The clocks ticking.”
“Squeeze tighter around him…make him come.”
“Make me come where, Jotaro?” You felt his thrust take a turn for towards uncoordinated. Dan was battering your poor sex without remorse, slamming his entire length into your bruised entrance faster, and harder still.
“Make him come inside of you.”
You felt your walls clench around Dan’s cock on command. “Don’t,” you breathed out, one of your hands coming up and instinctively landing on Jotaro’s knee. “Please.” You don’t know why you were pleading. There was nothing he could do –only watch as another man toyed with what was rightfully his.
When he felt your insides contract around him, Dan’s pace became unhinged. He howled and puffed, pounding into you like a man possessed. Jotaro didn’t want to see it, but he couldn’t look away: he was sure that if he did, Dan would call him out. That, and despite the circumstances, you were an intoxicating sight to behold. There was a reason Dan wanted you to face Jotaro, and this was it. He wanted to see the rage, the jealousy, the envy as he fucked you and Jotaro watched, hard and wanting, for something he’d never have.
Dan threw his head back, readjusting his grip on your hips to truly be able to dig into you. He let out a dramatic gasp, “I’m gonna come!” he announced, wanting the other man to know exactly what was about to happen.
Your hand balled into a fist on Jotaro’s knee and, without so much as a second thought, he grabbed it. It wasn’t much, but he wanted to help. Dan’s thrusts became erratic for a brief moment, before rolling to a shallow, deep stop. You felt his cum trickle into you. He grabbed the base of his cock, pressing forward even deeper, and milked himself dry. A shudder courses through you as you feel his warmth begin to pool inside of you. It’s sticky and hot and you feel the need to push him way, but Dan’s fingers are dug deep into your hips, keeping you dead-locked against him. There’s a twitch to his cock and you feel a second spurt shoot into you. He’s not done, and won’t let go until he’s completely spent. A third and fourth follow. You stop counting. When he’s done, Dan withdraws, settling back into the chair with a satisfied smirk.
“That was great! Well done! I hope Joseph enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Just like that, Jotaro is laughing. It starts as a weak chuckle, but evolves into a genuine howl. You stare up at him, wide-eyed and confused, thinking something may have finally snapped. Dan’s expression falls.
“What the fuck are you laughing about?!”
Jotaro shakes his head. “Nothing, I just look forward to making you eat your own shit.“
