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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 8 months ago
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Jotaro Kujo — kakyoin's amusement
cw: nothing rlly, jotaro kujo is bad at feelings tag
an: inspired by that tiktok audio of when he sees me lol
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Always being on the move with barely any breaks and with enemies at every turn has left Kakyoin with little to no entertainment. Of course, he doesn't mind, even if he's already starting to miss his NES.
Fortunately for the red-head teenager, it seems that the Gods have heard his prayers and have blessed him with a new source of entertainment, exclusive front-row seats that only he is the audience of, said entertainment being the hidden feelings between you and Jotaro.
Well, it's not really hidden—you're both aware of your feelings, just not each other's. And being the only other teenager left, the two of you ran to Kakyoin to rant about your feelings. 
And just the admissions alone was already absolutely amusing.
You were the first to admit your feelings. 
It was still early on the journey, and Kakyoin was tasked to retrieve tickets with Jotaro, but he found that the teen had already gone on without him. Shrugging it off, Kakyoin opted to enjoy his stay and make the most of the hotel amenities instead. 
He found himself in the pool area, and much to his surprise, he caught you in one of the beach chairs on the poolside. Feeling his eyes on you, you wave him over, and he approaches you to sit on the beach chair adjacent to yours. 
It was quiet, and Kakyoin racked his brain for anything to say. Eventually, he opens up the conversation with one of the obscure facts he knows off the top of his head. 
Thankfully, you responded in kind, and the conversation flowed easily from there. Your conversation bounced from one thing to another before eventually, the both of you settled in comfortable silence while laying back on your respective beach chairs. 
It was a bit sudden for Kakyoin, but he'd be lying if he said he was surprised when you suddenly admitted it. 
"I think I like him...." You spoke, suddenly breaking the silence between you and the red-headed teen. Kakyoin glances at you, and he can see you feeling a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. 
"Hm..." Kakyoin hums in response before adding with a noticeable teasing lilt in his voice. "Who? Polnareff?"
"Yes, of course. Because I want a grown man." You respond sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you look at him, watching his lips turn up to an amused smirk. "I'm talking about Mr. Joestar, obviously."
"Right, my mistake." Kakyoin matched your energy, the both of you sharing a chuckle, before he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze. 
"So, Jotaro, huh?" 
Kakyoin's smirk widens at the sudden smitten look on your face just from the mention of the name, and he's 99% positive that you don't even realize it. 
"Yeah..." You sigh, one that reminds him of a hopeless romantic protagonist of romcoms he's seen his parents watch before. "I mean, can you blame me? Going through all these troubles just for his mom? How he jumped to save that kid without hesitation? And that face of his isn't helping."
"Honestly? I can't say I'm surprised." Kakyoin responds to your small rant, his voice soft and comforting. He sees your lips part, looking at him in slight panic, and he cuts you off before you can even speak. 
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks, Kakyoin."
"Mhm. Thank you for trusting me with this."
On the other hand, it took Jotaro quite a while before he admitted it—both to himself and to his friend. 
After a long day of fighting the menace that was Steely Dan and a long day of traveling, they ended up in another hotel. As usual, Jotaro and Kakyoin ended up sharing a room, and you ended up getting separated from them with your very own room. 
It was a really long day for both teenagers; both were drained and worn out, with Kakyoin mentally exhausted from exerting the effort to manifest his stand in a much smaller form and Jotaro both mentally and physically drained after all the beating he took earlier in the day. 
"I should've beaten him up more." Jotaro groans from his bed, making Kakyoin turn to look at him, a brow raised. 
"Steely Dan? You ended up hating him that much?" Kakyoin responds before leaning on his elbows, still lying on the bed. "How bad are the things he did to you when we left you with him?"
"That's not the issue. I've already made him pay for what he did to me." Jotaro responds, before shooting up from his bed, removing his hat, and placing it on the shared nightstand between their beds, running a hand through his hair. 
"But...." Jotaro trails off, and Kakyoin sits up on his bed as well, raising his brow even more. 
Jotaro grumbled something under his breath, and Kakyoin could swear he heard your name amongst the words the other teen grumbled. 
Kakyoin repeats your name, and Jotaro faces Kakyoin, his gaze hardened. 
"What about them?" Kakyoin asks curiously. 
"I can't easily forgive him for the shit he did to them."
Kakyoin is quite surprised by his words and how genuine they sound. His gaze darts to his friend's face, his scowl deeper than usual, a vein almost popping on his temple. Jotaro's exhaustion must be making him slip his composure, his emotions taking hold of his exhausted mind. 
"What did he do?" 
"He grabbed them. Right. in front. of. me." Jotaro scowls, his jaw clenched tightly. "Grabbed onto their arm so tightly like they were his."
Kakyoin blinks at that, his eyes widening slightly. No.. that expression on Jotaro's face.. it wasn't annoyance. Not completely...
"Held their chin to make them look at him. His face was so damn close to theirs, I would've punched him right then and there if it wasn't for the old man."
Definitely not annoyance. It's jealousy.
"I could feel Star Platinum just about ready to make him regret being born, and I had to actively hold him back." Jotaro finishes his mini-rant with a deep, annoyed sigh, his eyes darting over to look at Kakyoin. 
It was Jotaro's turn to look confused at the amused grin on Kakyoin's face, a knowing look in his lavender gaze, making Jotaro's brows scrunch in confusion as he looks at his friend. 
"The hell are you smiling about?" Jotaro asks bluntly with a deep scowl, "Didn't you hear a thing I just said?"
"I think you're the one who didn't hear what you just said, Jotaro." Kakyoin responds amusedly, his grin not faltering even under the scrutinizing gaze of Jotaro Kujo. 
"What are you blabbering about?"
"Think back to your words, Jotaro. You're not stupid."
Jotaro paused for a while, running a hand through his already messy hair at his friend's cryptic behavior. He was already exhausted and pissed off; he didn't need any more of Kakyoin's bullshit—still, curiously, Jotaro did as he was asked. 
Kakyoin's amused smile slowly widens along with Jotaro's eyes slowly widening in realization as he plays his own words back in his mind. His surprised gaze turned to look at Kakyoin. 
"Are you suggesting....?" Jotaro trails off with a hiss. "Fuck off."
"I'm not even saying anything."
"Don't think about it. I'd rather eat my socks."
"Oh?"
"Don't look at me like—" Jotaro sighs. "It's not like that,"
"But it is," Kakyoin insists with a raised brow and a smirk, "Isn't it?"
Jotaro didn't even respond this time, looking away from his friend's teasing gaze as his own landed on his bed sheets. Kakyoin could see the dust of pink on the other teen's cheeks the more he remained silent, and that was already enough of a response to him. 
"God fucking damnit." Jotaro curses under his breath at the realization, letting out a deep sigh as he glares at his sheets. Kakyoin remained silent as he let Jotaro think about his newfound feelings. 
Eventually, Jotaro turns his head to look at Kakyoin, the usual calm, cold, neutral look on his face as his ocean gaze stares through his lavender ones. 
"Turn away for a bit." Was all Jotaro said. Confused, Kakyoin did as he was told, turning his back to Jotaro and looking at the wall beside his bed. 
Suddenly, Kakyoin jumps slightly in surprise. 
Jotaro is screaming.
It's muffled, probably by his pillows and his sheets, and it probably wasn't loud enough to be heard outside their room, but loud enough to surprise Kakyoin.
It didn't take long before he heard a deep breath and then silence.
"Good night," Jotaro spoke nonchalantly, and Kakyoin swiftly turned, but Jotaro was already on his side, back turned towards the red-head who was only blinking at him in a mix of amusement and surprise. 
"Also, don't tell anyone about this."
"Aye, aye, captain."
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I have an interesting idea. Reader is a friend of Jonathan, Dio tries to attract Reader but Reader rejects him because Jonathan told what Dio has done to him and Erina, which makes Dio surprised to see that Reader didn't fall for his charms but this makes Dio feel more obsessed with reader.
Dio Brando
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Jonathan has a friend?
Well, not long if Dio can make a difference.
Dio has a "destroy my adopted brother's relationship" speedrun going on.
And you were going to destroy it.
Okay you were friends with Erina and Jonathan.
And you had heard stories about Dio's "nice" personality.
You didn't think much of it though.
Because Dio didn't show any interest in you.
At first, Dio would focus on destroying Erina and Jonathan's friendship.
Next would be the turn of you and Jonathan's friendship.
Dio tried to approach you with charm and kindness.
But you… weren't really interested.
Dio had never seemed like someone you could get along with.
So you would avoid him.
Dio wouldn't understand that.
This will make him try to hang out with you more.
Dio wouldn't take no for an answer.
Imagine if he tried to kiss you… and you punched him in the face.
Dio really doesn't know how to handle this.
You really can't get rid of him.
Even when he becomes a vampire.
Dio's obsession would still exist.
Maybe he should get a life XD
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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 6 months ago
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What would the joestars (part 1-9) reactions to their darling (gender neutral) skirt getting lifted/flinged up by a kid?
( I got inspired from that one scene from frieren where a boy lifts up her skirt...and i personally wanna see the yandere joestars reactions lol.)
https://youtu.be/gd8kDrA9bi8?si=7UVFjAViup42cxZw
There’s the resounding thought of “is it wrong to beat up a child?” going through the Joestar’s heads.
Yandere! Jonathan Joestar
He’s fast enough to pick up whatever kid did this to his poor darling. No amount of smacking and thrashing will make him let go until they apologize, and Jonathan is pretty upset and makes it clear never to do it again. He appears to almost be a very stern parent talking to them, but there’s just a little bit of an intimidating aura behind it that it scares the kid off. Not to mention his large muscular stature helps fend them off as well.
He’ll probably walk you home after and make sure the kid doesn’t try jumping you (He knows how petty an angered person can be sometimes).
Yandere! Joseph Joestar
He can play petty, and he’s not going to let some snot nosed brat just upskirt his darling like that. (that’s a view he’s only allowed to have) The kid doesn’t get far at all, and probably even trips with whatever hamon trick Joseph decides to play off. He flicks the kids nose, maybe even pinches it.
“Cheeky little….you think you’re clever, but you’re not getting far with me, go home already”
He’s absolutely petty enough to give the kid a shaken up soda, and have it explode all over him later, (and maybe pants him, himself at some point). He’ll deny it later when you bring it up
Yandere! Jotaro Kujo
Under normal circumstances he’d be pissed, but being obsessive puts that anger through the roof. Star Platinum grabs the kid by the collar, and pulls them backwards. His stare is cold as ice, there’s zero patience in his voice as he also trips the kid with his stand by the feet. “How about you run home before something that you don’t like happens punk” is about the most restrained Jotaro can be at this point. He’s definitely tempted to punt the brat into the sun
The kid likely has a bloody nose, freaks out and books it out of there in a blink of an eye terrified. Alternatively there’s a chance Jotaro catches the kid early with a little use of his time stop, and smacks the kid in the back of the head with his hand. (Nothing concussion worthy) but it still sends the perpetrator packing.
Yandere! Josuke Higashikata (P4)
It irritates him almost instantly as insulting his hair, he’s on a similar level as Joseph when it comes to these things and the kid is going to have something not quite looking right after the use of Crazy Diamond. Who knows how the kid ended up in a fountain later, it totally wasn’t him! There might be a few other embarrassing stints and the kid eventually never walks your or his way ever again.
Yandere! Giorno Giovanna
His reaction would be interesting here, there’s a weird mix of calmness and pettiness wrapped into one. Firstly the blonde likely manages to pickpocket the kid right off the cuff. Tells the kid he forgot something while waving a wallet or a small amount of money around. Giorno has an obviously fake smile on his face, talks to the kid for a moment or two out of your earshot, perhaps you see an ear pinch out of your peripheral vision.
Though a scream erupts shortly after and the kid is running off slapping insects off themselves.
Yandere! Jolyne Kujo
She’s not the type to take stupid crap like upskirting happening to you (much like her father). The kid almost instantly gets caught by stone free, tripping him up. “What do you think you’re doing kid?” She’ll be asking them if they think their age is a get out of jail free card for acting like a brat. Jolyne will absolutely clever enough to make it look like she’s a sibling of this kid while giving him a taste of their own medicine.
Since they likely cant see stone free, the kid keeps tripping over and over. She might keep him still enough for a few birds to come over and do their business. Maybe hold their mouth open a bit, and suggests not telling anyone about this unless they want their parents to know them as the town pervert.
Yandere! Johnny Joestar
He’d pretend to almost not even notice this kids antics, but the kid quickly gets tripped up by spin. If there is any objects around they would just happen to trip into them. “Not sure what you’re trying to pull there, but it’s not a smart idea to pull that stunt to someone I like” Johnny tells them bluntly. This kid probably ends up “falling” again in mud or another unsavory mix from horses. He just gives the kid a cold stare and gestures them to leave for their own safety.
Yandere! Josuke Higashikata (Gappy) Part 8
There’s some soft humming as he goes to stop the kid who decided to upskirt you. There’s a dark look in his eyes as he grips the kid’s wrist firmly. He makes it clear he’s upset, and likely embarrasses the kid by messing with their hair, making it an obnoxiously ugly style or generally dumping something on them. With the bonus of the kid walking into a pole before rushing off, ( all of that may or may have not had to do with Soft & Wet)
Yandere! Jodio Joestar
There’s really no going back when you mess with his darling. Anything he does to this kid, he doesn’t regret in the slightest. “Want to see my sense of humor?” He’ll probably ask almost mockingly. He asks how’s the weather to kid, and casually uses November Rain on them. If he has food or a drink he doesn’t hesitate to dump it on the kid either. “I don’t think I want a sorry honestly….seems too…insincere for what you did” he shrugs.
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mansitapie · 1 year ago
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avdol is like red
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byakuyacoochie · 10 months ago
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Contacts - Stardust Crusaders x Reader
a/n: This was originally part of the 1000 follower event...and has been in the drafts for almost a full year...worse thing is it was almost fully done minus Jotaros & Kakyoins part.
Hitting yous with another will fix mistakes soon! The app or tumblr itself does not make fixing mistakes easy.
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cinnbar-bun · 5 months ago
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the jotaro munchies have HIT…. can i please request a pt.4 jotaro and some good domestic family fluff w smolyne…. i am so…. soft for her……
A/n: Okay so I'm going to cheat and combine like... the 4-5 requests I got of 4taro and Smolyne into one!!!
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Domestic Family Fun Time (ft. Smolyne)
Summary: After recognizing he needs to be at home more, Jotaro is tasked with joining in on some of the activities you and Jolyne often partake in together!
Today's activities... slaying an evil monster and doing makeup.
Rating: SFW- pure fluff and comedy!
Word Count: ~1.4k
Notes: Reader is GN! but they do know/use makeup. Never specified if Jolyne is your biological/step daughter, and no mentions of Jolyne's mom- so feel free to imagine whatever you want! I imagine Jolyne as about ~5-6 here.
Taglist (if you'd like to be added, please fill out the form in the pinned or message me!): @gingernut1314 @adeadcreator @child-ofdust @starr-l1ghtt
Jotaro does his best to rectify some of his absence in the house since Jolyne was a newborn. He’s more present now and tries to support you and his daughter. 
Still, he’s the same stoic man, so don’t expect him to be so different now that he’s at home. He’ll be taking these duties very seriously, keeping an eye on the house, never taking a break, always work and- 
Oh who is he kidding? Even if he tries to look tough, Star Platinum is pretty much always exposing him. Star Platinum can’t help but reveal how happy and excited Jotaro gets at home with you two. 
Jotaro isn’t too used to dealing with Jolyne as she gets older, in the sense that she is becoming more active and starting to formulate her own thoughts. Still, he tries his best to work with his hyperactive daughter. 
Jolyne loves playing games and being physical. One of her favorite things to do with you is pretend to have to save you from a big monster while she is a super cool ‘fairy mermaid knight’. Normally, you two would play this by yourselves, but since Jotaro has been focused on being at home, he gets to witness these games. 
At first he stood off to the side and watched as Jolyne jumped off the couch and hit a large pillow covered with a blanket that served as one of the ‘minions’. He noticed how active you were in playing along and expressing with Jolyne, which he took note of for future reference. 
The next few times you played pretend, Jolyne beggggedddd Jotaro to please please please pretty please with a cherry on top play mermaid fairy knight with her. 
He wasn’t sure what his role was supposed to be, so he awkwardly asked, making her brainstorm. 
“Um… hm… well…” 
That is, until you had the brilliant idea to play the ‘evil villain’ and ‘kidnap’ Jotaro (put him inside the foldable pink castle playset). Jolyne was so excited to play along, and you began monologuing like a cheesy villain. 
“Now, young princess, I’ve kidnapped your father and placed him in this indestructible fortress where he can never leave! Mwahaha! Look at how terrified he is!” 
Jotaro just stands there, unsure of what to do, before you nudge his arm and gesture with your face for him to act along. He nods and then in the most bland tone ever- 
“Ah… I am… so scared. Please Jolyne. Save me.” 
You and Jolyne had to look away and stifle your laughter from that awful performance, but quickly got back into character. 
Jotaro uses Star Platinum to help Jolyne jump higher or make her feel like she is gliding for a bit. 
You hammed up the evil act while Jotaro would make the most monotone ‘screams’ as you ‘tortured’ him (tickling him or kissing him all over his face). Jolyne would yell back or gag playfully and then smack you with her fake weapon. 
Of course, you had to give a riveting performance and fake die dramatically before laying on the ground with a silly face, making Jolyne squeal happily and run up to Jotaro. 
“Thank you, Jolyne, for saving me. I’m in your debt.” 
Jolyne gets smug and talks about how of course she was going to save him, she’s his dad, and she’s gonna be a cool hero just like him!
Cue you nearly breaking character to sob and Jotaro mumbling a ‘good grief’ while tilting his hat down to hide the fact he also wants to break down at how cute Jolyne is. 
He makes sure to make her favorite dinner after- pizza rolls.
Another thing she manages to whisk you into doing is makeup. Jolyne loves to try it on and even put it on you. Sure, you end up looking like a brightly colored clown at the end, but it’s quite fun. 
Jolyne loves how colorful and sparkly she looks by the end of it when you finish her makeup. 
One day, though, while Jotaro is watching a documentary on dolphins, Jolyne comes up to him with her makeup kit and asks (read: says) to do his makeup. Jotaro is unsure at the suggestion- he’s never even worn makeup before- and seeing you walk behind her with lime green and purple eyeshadow and red lipstick makes him nearly second guess if he should do it. 
But one look at Jolyne’s face (which is done up in very pretty blue makeup thanks to you) and he sighs and accepts his fate, promptly closing his eyes and pausing the documentary. 
You join in with Jolyne and help her apply the makeup, properly showing where everything should go. 
“Ah, see, we have to apply the foundation here like this-” “Damn, dad, you’re pale!” “Jolyne-!” 
Jotaro knows this is going to be a mess but he’s finding it admittedly hilarious how serious you and Jolyne are taking this. Star Platinum is smiling widely at the both of you and eagerly pointing at different products as you two apply them.
“Hm, which color should we choose, Jolyne?” “Ah… I think dad should get green! No, wait, black!” “Black, huh? A bold choice, dear.” 
Everything goes pretty smoothly until he comes upon perhaps the worst torture known to man. 
Doing his eyelashes and eyeliner. Before you can even apply the eyelash curler to him, he opens his eyes and gasps. Hell no. That is NOT going anywhere near him. 
“Jotaro! It’s safe, I promise!” “The fact you need to clarify that it’s ‘safe’ tells me it isn’t.” “Stop being a baby and just close your eyes.” 
He relents after a bit of arguing, only to feel his heart stop when you bring the eyeliner out. 
“You are not putting a pencil in my eyes.” “It’s not in your eyes, it’s around-” “No.” 
Jotaro swears this is supposed to actually be a torture device. There’s no way that people around the world willingly put this stuff on. He cannot keep looking up without blinking a million times as you try to put the eyeliner on. 
“Stay still!” “Don’t put a pencil in my eyes then!” 
Jotaro honestly would rather fight Dio again than bother putting on eyeliner again. 
Finally, you finish and he releases the breath he held in… until you bring out mascara. 
Kill him. Please. This man is so damn twitchy with it and ends up getting the mascara around his eyelids. 
“You messed it up, dad!” “Sorry, Jolyne. Good grief, the things you two make me do.” 
After all that pain, Jolyne volunteers to do his lips. She grabs one of her lip balms and once Jotaro tastes it, he grimaces and gags. 
“What is that?!” “Coca-Cola! The Fanta one tastes the best, but you can’t have it because it’s my favorite.” 
Finally, it’s time for him to see the results of you and Jolyne’s silly game. 
“Wow… green lipstick… I didn’t even know they made that…” “Right? So what do you think, dad?” 
“I think I look like a zombie…” 
You laugh and press a kiss to Jotaro’s cheek. “A very handsome zombie.” 
He sighs and shakes his head before grabbing the two of you to pull you into a hug. 
“Thank you. Now how do I take this off of me?” 
Jolyne screams that he can’t because he looks so cute and she needs to commemorate it. She runs to her room and gets the old digital camera he got her then demanding the two of you pose in your ‘beautiful’ makeup. 
“Come on! Say cheese!” 
The three of you have a small photoshoot with it, which you ended up having printed at the store later. The photo with you smiling and hugging Jotaro while he has a tiny smile is proudly displayed in the house. In her teens, years later, Jolyne gets embarrassed by it and often hides it when her friends are over, asking you throw it out or something. She still secretly loves the memories of it so she wouldn’t actually want you to do that. 
Jotaro still has some ways to go when it comes to playing and taking care of Jolyne, but he’s slowly getting there. He’s happy he chose to make more of an effort and that you gave him another chance to prove himself. He can’t imagine another life than the one he has now. 
And… he can’t imagine feeling safer and more content than he is now, especially seeing you and Jolyne laughing over the photos you all just took.
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bebegi · 5 months ago
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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞? ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
genre: forced confession [?] | fluff — gn!reader
warnings: kys jokes ♡
series: jonathan — joseph — jotaro — josuke — giorno — jolyne — johnny — gappy — jodio
🎵 — tek it by cafuné
notes: inspired by my own accidental confessions but with a twist, hehe, hope you enjoy it <3
notes²: ignore any misspellings please ;(
˙⋆.˚ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳:
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˙⋆.˚ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳:
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© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated <3
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naomijoestar · 1 month ago
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hii!! can we have ‘getting a hard on from their crush’ but for the stone ocean guys this time? (especially puccii <3)
if you can write it ofcc, tysm in advance—i <3 ur work sm
Masterlist here <3
I love this so much👀 I hope you enjoy this and I’m sorry for the late reply! And I’m so glad you love what I put out omg😭❤️ Also to anyone who has requested something and I haven’t replied yet dw I’m not ignoring I will be working on it when I get the time!
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characters: pucci, anasui, weather report, versus, rikiel, johngalli A, jotaro 6, DIO 6
warnings: slight NSFW
Stone Ocean men getting a hard on from their crush
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Enrico Pucci
You and Pucci are seated in his private study at Green Dolphin Street prison. The atmosphere is quiet and composed, the soft shuffle of papers the only sound until you stretch your arms over your head, exposing just a sliver of skin beneath your shirt
Pucci is a man of immense control—both over his emotions and his body. Yet, when you arch your back, extending your arms and giving a soft sigh of relief, his eyes betray him for just a moment. The way your body curves so naturally, with the faintest hint of skin revealed, sends a surge of unexpected heat through him
He tightens his grip on the book in his hands, lowering it to mask the way his breath hitches. His body reacts in ways that make his internal struggle flare. He feels the stirrings of desire—a reaction he knows all too well, but one he fervently resists
“You must be tired,” he says, his voice steady but his hands gripping the leather-bound book just a bit too hard. His gaze drops, betraying a flicker of something primal as he watches the smooth lines of your body relax into the stretch
You catch him staring, but it’s the tension in his face that gives him away. His mouth is a firm line, his brow slightly furrowed as if he’s silently chastising himself. His mind wrestles with his faith—he is a man of God, devoted to a higher purpose. He shouldn’t be feeling this. It’s wrong
“This… temptation,” he murmurs quietly, almost to himself, though you catch it. “It tests my faith.”
There’s a brief silence before he turns his head away, trying to regain his composure. He doesn’t move, though; his body remains stiff, his legs crossed in a way that might seem casual to you, but Pucci knows better. He’s hiding the physical reaction that he knows his religion would condemn
“I am a servant of a divine cause,” he continues, his voice low, as if reminding himself of his purpose. Yet, despite the words, his eyes glance back at you, betraying the conflict raging inside him.
Narciso Anasui
Anasui and you are sitting side by side, your legs barely touching, in a quiet corner of the prison yard. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and you’ve just kicked off your shoes, stretching your legs in front of you
Anasui watches intently, trying to act like he’s simply enjoying the scenery. But when you stretch, your legs extending, feet flexing, the fabric of your pants tightens slightly over your thighs. His breath catches as you lean back on your hands, your body arching in a way that makes his gaze linger on the curve of your waist
He’s never been shy about how he feels—he wants you, and he’s made it clear before. But now, seeing you stretch like that, casually and completely unaware of how it’s affecting him, his heart pounds harder, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His body reacts instantly, a rush of heat pooling low in his abdomen, and he can’t stop his eyes from tracing the lines of your body
“Damn,” he mutters, his voice low but unmistakably turned on. His usual confidence falters slightly as he feels a throbbing intensity building beneath his clothes, and he casually moves a hand to cover his lap, trying to play it off
You glance at him, catching the way his eyes darken as they linger on you. Anasui quickly shoots you a crooked smile, but there’s something more heated behind it. “You’re making it really hard for me to focus right now,” he teases, though the rasp in his voice gives away just how serious he is
He leans in slightly, his shoulder brushing yours, and you can feel the tension radiating off him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he adds, his gaze drifting from your face to your legs, then back again, his desire barely contained
Weather Report
You’re walking with Weather Report through a misty part of the prison, the air damp and heavy around you. You stop to fix your shirt, the movement causing it to ride up slightly, exposing the curve of your hip
Weather has always been composed, even detached at times, but something about the way your fingers absentmindedly tug at your clothes makes him hyper-aware of you. When your shirt rides up, revealing a hint of skin, his eyes instinctively drop to the exposed sliver, and a spark of heat ignites in his chest
He stands still, watching silently as you adjust your clothes, his pulse quickening in a way he hadn’t expected. Normally, Weather is calm, his emotions buried beneath layers of quiet. But now, with the fog swirling around the both of you, creating an almost intimate atmosphere, his body reacts in a way that surprises him
His gaze lingers on you, his mind wandering into dangerous territory. The warmth building inside him is unfamiliar but not unwelcome. His breath comes out a little heavier, and he silently curses himself for being so affected by something so small, but it’s no use
“You’re… distracting,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, the words sounding almost like they weren’t meant to be heard. He swallows, hands tightening at his sides as he tries to will his body into calming down, but his desire is like a steady pulse, growing harder to ignore.
You catch him staring, and his usually unreadable expression falters for a moment, revealing the heat behind his eyes. He glances away quickly, but the air between you feels charged now, and you both know that he’s struggling to keep himself in check
Donatello Versus
Donatello and you are hidden in a secluded part of the prison, away from prying eyes. You lean back against the wall, stretching your arms over your head, your shirt pulling tight over your chest
Donatello isn’t the type to hold back. When he sees you stretch, the way your body curves and your chest rises with the motion, he feels a jolt of arousal shoot through him instantly. His eyes darken, tracking the movement of your body, and a slow smirk spreads across his face
“You really shouldn’t do that in front of me,” he says, his voice thick with heat, clearly enjoying the effect you’re having on him. He makes no effort to hide the fact that he’s staring, his gaze dropping to your chest before meeting your eyes again with a smoldering look
His body responds immediately, and he doesn’t bother to conceal it. He steps closer, his presence dominating the space between you as he tilts his head, his smirk widening. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?��� he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire
The tension between you is palpable, and Donatello’s arousal is obvious, the way his body presses closer to yours making it impossible to ignore. He’s not the type to hold back—if anything, the way you’ve turned him on just makes him want to push further, to see how much closer he can get
Rikiel
You and Rikiel are sitting in a dimly lit room, sharing a quiet moment. You shift your position, lifting one leg and crossing it over the other. The movement causes your shirt to rise slightly, revealing a smooth line of skin along your waist
Rikiel isn’t someone who’s used to feeling in control of his emotions. His anxiety and inner turmoil often cloud his thoughts, but right now, all he can focus on is you. The way your body moves so naturally, the way your shirt rises just enough to reveal your waist—it sends a wave of heat rushing through him
His breath catches, and he quickly glances away, his heart pounding in his chest. But his gaze keeps flicking back to you, unable to resist. He feels a stirring deep inside him, something primal that he can’t control, and it frustrates him
His body betrays him, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, crossing his legs to hide the obvious reaction forming below his belt. Rikiel can’t believe how easily you’ve gotten under his skin, how just a simple movement from you is enough to set him on fire
“I-I wasn’t staring,” he mumbles, his voice shaky and unconvincing. He’s embarrassed, his face flushing as he feels his arousal growing, but there’s also a strange excitement pulsing through him. Rikiel is torn between wanting to hide his feelings and giving in to the desire that’s building inside him
Johngalli A.
You’re at the firing range with Johngalli A., watching as he adjusts his sniper rifle. He’s focused, precise, but when you bend over slightly to pick something up, the movement draws his attention to the curve of your back
Even with his limited eyesight, Johngalli A. is hyperaware of his surroundings—especially when it comes to you. The way you move, the subtle sway of your hips as you bend down, it all sends a ripple of desire through him that he’s not prepared for
He clenches his jaw, his grip tightening on the rifle as he feels a sudden rush of heat. His normally calm demeanor falters for a moment, and he struggles to maintain his focus. His pulse quickens, and he shifts his stance slightly, trying to hide the growing tension in his body
Johngalli A. isn’t one to let his emotions show, but this time, it’s harder to keep everything under control. He silently curses himself for getting distracted, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, his mind filled with thoughts he knows he shouldn’t be having
“You’re a distraction,” he says quietly, his voice rougher than usual. His body reacts before his mind can stop it, and he feels the unmistakable tightness building beneath his clothes. He adjusts his stance again, but it’s clear that you’ve gotten to him
Jotaro Kujo #6
You’re both in the visitor’s area of the prison, sitting across from each other. As you lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, your shirt shifts slightly, showing off the curve of your chest
Jotaro is usually impossible to read, his stoic expression rarely giving anything away. But when you lean forward like that, his eyes flicker down to the exposed skin, and for the briefest moment, he loses his composure. His breath hitches, but he quickly averts his gaze, clenching his fists on the table
He can feel the warmth rising in his body, his muscles tensing as he fights to keep his reactions in check. Jotaro prides himself on his control, but right now, with you so close, it’s slipping. His body responds instantly, a tightness forming in his pants that he tries to will away, but it’s no use
His eyes flick back to you for a second, and you catch the dark, heated look in them before he looks away again, his jaw set in a firm line. He shifts in his seat, crossing his legs under the table, trying to make his reaction less obvious. But Jotaro isn’t as composed as he seems—his mind is filled with thoughts of you, and his body is reacting in ways he’s trying desperately to ignore
He clears his throat, his voice rough and deeper than usual. “You should be more careful,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of something more in his tone. Something he’s not used to feeling, and it’s making him restless
DIO #6
Dio and you are standing in a lavish, candlelit room. You’re admiring the art on the walls when you reach up to adjust your hair, arching your back in a way that accentuates the curve of your body
Dio’s gaze is fixed on you, his eyes narrowing with a mix of hunger and admiration. The way you move so casually, completely unaware of how intoxicating you look, drives him wild. His desire for control, for power, is suddenly eclipsed by a more primal need
His body reacts instantly, heat pooling in his abdomen as he watches you stretch. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He can feel the tightness in his pants growing, but Dio revels in it. He enjoys the feeling of desire coursing through him, and he’s not one to hide it
“You’re exquisite,” he purrs, his voice low and dripping with lust. His eyes trail over your form, unabashed in the way he drinks you in. Dio is always in control—except for moments like this, when the sight of you turns his calculated demeanor into something much more heated
He steps closer, towering over you, his presence almost suffocating. “Do you know what you do to me?” he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. There’s no mistaking the fire in his eyes or the way his body leans toward yours, craving more
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…👀👀👀 I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it… No joke this might be one of my favorite works thank you for requesting (I might have been giggling and biting my lip while writing this… Maybe…)
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josukebrainrot · 1 year ago
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4&13 not sfw prompts for our baby josuke?? i honestly relate with you, josuke is just miam we love him <33 ty !!
a/n: yall really like to kill me, also this was very fem at first but it turned gendered netural so all my homies can enjoy this. also I wrote this in a normal writing format no hc/bullet point format so, tell me how I did.
warnings: not sfw, hinted at sex, hand over mouth, foreplay, hinted at voyeurism/forced masturbastion
prompt(s): 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” + 13) “Touch yourself for me.”
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
nothing can explain how this started. one second you and josuke were playing playing video games. the next you two were mouths on mouths, hands on skin. nimble fingers tugging, pulling, sliding oh so down
it took until you started tugging at his jacket for josuke to pull away from you whining.
“what? you’re no fun” his lip pouting.
at this point you were in his lap, hands wrapped about your waist “josuke, please. too many layers”
he laughs before he started pulling off his jacket and white shirt leaving himself in his yellow undershirt
“seee there” he teases before pulling you over and tugged on your clothes. “now, it’s your turn”
he tugged you in to kiss you. his hands went to your shirt and pulled it off then they went down to your waistband. your hand stopped him.
“hey,” he soothes, his hand shooting up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry did I take to far?”
“no you just shocked me” his eyes looked for anything in yours. he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Are you sure?"
“yes, josuke”
That’s when he put a hand behind your head, the other on the small of your back, and turned you over and on to the ground. “good”
kissing your neck as he shimmied whatever you were wearing down your legs. he smiled against your neck hearing you mewl.
his hand palmed your most sensitive area making a moan rip through you. “hey, hey”
he putting his hand over your mouth. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
right his mom was in one of the next rooms. she could all the expletives her son and his partner were doing at this very moment if she was close by. you nod as he moves his hand away from your mouth.
his hand currently on your underwear moved to removed them as he gawked in the most lowkey way possible.
“wow,” he breathed as he flicked his eyes to yours from above. “it’s like the first time all over again”
he chuckled seeing you try to curl up into yourself and to cover your face. his hands going to stop you. “hey, why are you embarrassed?”
you didn’t answer, he knew why. he liked seeing the effect he has on you by the saying things like that. things that will have you bothered in more ways than one.
“you’re embarrassing. you know that”
“oh, so I’m embarrassing” his hand started gripping one of yours that was going to cover your face, then he started dragging it down. way down. “okay then, touch yourself for me.”
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ophelian-darling · 7 months ago
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.
Yandere Diavolo x gn Reader.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Awakening in darkness, you witness a rough pleasure with no eyes by a devil.
TW(s): Kidnapping, Chaining, Blindfolding, Master/pet dynamic, Non-con, sexual content.
This is a NSFW piece, Minors/Ageless blogs DNI.
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The demential voice within your mind echoed its morbose susurration, repeatedly and ad nauseam. for a second, you assumed that you were already dead , for you have never experienced such a frightening and swallowing obscurity that was similar to a one of a grave. Thankfully, the burning ache on your wrists alerted your nerves, reminding you that you were still alive, but not in the best wellbeing. 
Complying to your instincts , you did your best to move a muscle in your body - the pain was quick to rush through your limbs at your vain attempt to break free, forcing you to stop wriggling. 
a deep despair ate your heart : why are you like this and how did you end up like this ? a lot of questions bursted inside of your head and it only contributed to make your skull throb with an unendurable soreness . Even breathing was a struggle, you took every breath with a force, as if a heavy weight was placed on your chest .
most of your senses were almost shut down : your eyelids curtained your vision and nothing was visual,  except for that floating explosion on your irises . your skin was painfully restricted and burned by the familiar feeling of cool , hard Shackles ; tying your arms , waist , ankles and choking on your neck, preventing you from any lungful amount of air . The metallic taste on your tongue was unpleasant, the strong aroma of the red fluid fouling your nose and nauseating you .
Fair years of experience in battle and secret work taught you to rely on a single sense in critical situations. your listening was as sharp as a bat's and that sound of an approaching footsteps was unmistakably close. in a rush of thoughts, you came to a sole conclusion : you are currently kidnapped .
The heavy sound of the gate's clacking echoed through the cold air of the room as you tensed, heart drumming loudly to your ears and threatening to break your ribs . a step , then another and another... with each step you heard the louder your brain screams .
a sudden touch against your cheek made your skin crawl . Although it was gentle, you couldn't help the feeling of uneasiness and disquiet that dwelled in your abdomen .
It's only just begun.
The spiderlike, tickly digits floated on your skin and moved ponderously, eliciting a shiver from you at the soft sensation, yet in such a cruel way. the fingers stopped at your chin, pressed on it for a moment then tilted your head up with force . the back of your head bumped into the hard wall, adding more pang to your already abused body. 
The pathetic whimper that escaped your throat made your captor chuckle :a rich, deep and demoniac voice that paralyzed your brain . 
The aura of the figure in front of you was anything but natural. 
"I've waited too long to have you...My dearest pet" 
Before you could fully process the denotation of the appalling words, the hand that used to be gentle moments ago tore the veil on your eyes, exposing the upper half of your face to the chilly air, letting your eyelids uncover your orbs and catch the most horripilating image you've ever seen .
a sight of a globe of two lucific , emerald eyes that stared right into your soul. you've heard of many legends of Lilithian demons and lustful Incubi, however, you believed none of them until now . those odd eyes are not of a human , but a daeva's.
The man in front of you laughed at the pure terror your face showed, confusing you even more as you couldn't help but to stare in your weak position. 
"W-what are you ?" you managed to gain the rest of your mental strength to ask . His pink locks and dark lips finally had your attention when he smiled amusingly at you .
His palm moved from the side of your face to your neck, twitching his fingers teasingly before applying a suffocating pressure on your trachea as he spat "you'll come to know"
His hand left your throat, you didn't have the time to rejoice when his fingers ripped up the remaining cloth that warmed your body only a little , cutting from your chest and following the long tear to your thighs. the air stinged your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your nipples to perk . your face heated at the realization that you're now almost nude for this monster's pleasure .
Disgust, humiliation and shame for being a mere plaything .
"Aren't you just a pretty thing… so pure and frail " his eyes devoured you shamelessly, enjoying his power over you and how vulnerable your small form was against his stalwart, bigger one .
"My dear Doppio was right, you'd make a wonderful slave "
Your eyes widened : Doppio ?! Doppio Vinegar ?! the man that was your partner in the same squad ?! how could someone who's idiotically sweet have a relation to a creature that appears to be from the depths of hell ? you had an eerie feeling about him in the beginning, but you pushed it aside, convincing yourself that the sudden flash in his childish eyes wasn't more than a hallucination. 
What if he -
The train of perplexed thoughts crumbled when he smacked his lips against yours forcefully, aching your front teeth and biting on your lower lip, a drop of blood oozing as a result of the sadistic act of lust. The intensity in what was supposed to be a kiss added a certain pain that wasn't meant to ache, the feeling of your gum being compressed and your lips wounded was oddly pleasurable to your own disgust and surprise. the voice of reason within your brain was shouting at you to remain sober and realize how much this is sickening. 
Te withdrew suddenly, letting you regain the lost Oxygen from the previous kiss . you tried to calm yourself and take each breath with care so you wouldn't cause yourself any more damage but failed, feeling like drowning with your ears ringing and head tingling painfully , a colorful display that coated your vision dizzyingly.
The expression on his face was camouflaged due to your eyelids drooping over your eyes, you  only felt his ghostly hands wandering down to your chest , stopping for a second before squeezing hard at the area, enjoying how it squished under his large palms . you tried to move away but the force on your neck reminded you of your place in this maladive predator and prey play . you were only able to move your hips and curl up your toes .
"Don't misbehave, little one" he warned, displeased at your attempt to get away. However, you kept on moving as a response to your instincts and the harsh treatment your chest received. 
One of his hands was raised, delivering you a harsh slap across the face, causing your movement to cease and your cheek to burn . His voice and height, the way he spoke to you like a master conveyed his authority and his dislike of repeating orders twice … you recognized a commander from their aura and he was definitely one.
Noticing your obedience, his face twisted into a pleased, maniac expression as he cooed "Good...such an obedient pet" 
His light tone was far from comforting, the praise he uttered sickened you . his fingers felt like blades as they ran down to stomach, then leisurely to your hips ; fondling them. you shook at what was coming next .
He carried your smaller form effortlessly while your back was still sticking to the cold wall , cupping a handful of your buttocks, the chains now straining at your feet more but loosening up a bit on your wrists .
The sly digits of the devil played with the tissue of your underwear . Your captor had the clear intention of teasing you as he pulled it down, with patience and slowness, eagerly watching your facial features and how they contorted into a weak, helpless mien. 
You didn't dare kick or scream (more like too tired to do so) as your body is being violated, nor it seemed you could do anything . you've detached from your body once he let his hot length in, educing a sharp sting that traveled from the bottom to the top and rested in the back of your head , throbbing with even more spasm. 
Your brain was completely empty, your corpse was moving on its own as it jumped up and down to meet each sloppy thrust he gave to your entrance. 
your senses were submerging - alongside your body - in the surreal pleasure . 
Never in your life felt so restless under your own skin . there weren't any exact words in the world that can describe the shatter within - it's like being a puppet : sightly, silent and soulless.
During the rush of internal screams and violent thoughts, a single phrase surfaced : even if this ended, there's still more to come .
a sudden wave of warm tingling and complete relief washed over you, many polychromatic shadows dancing in your vision through a blur of tears. you've reached heaven for a second, then miserably fell back to earth. you recovered some of your realization and thinking when warmth exploded inside you, accompanied by a long, deep groan from the man beneath. 
You didn't dare move nor make a sound, you just waited for his next action. After all, you had a hope - no matter how unrealistic this hope is - of being pitied by him, to get out of here and never return, to move on with a wounded existence, better than being trapped with him till death. 
His eyes met yours, the light of them was stronger after his climax. He loosened the squeezing grip on your bottom, allowing your feet to touch the ground again with the same painful feeling of metal on your frail skin .
you panicked as his hands reached to the back of your head, expecting another ruthless act of pleasure , but au contraire , he unclasped the collar on your neck, finally letting you pant and take back the air to your lungs.
"You were good for your boss, I shall reward you now" 
All of it sunk in now : Doppio was the reason why you are here now, the possessed gleam in his irises was real, as real as this man in front of you - your boss…
your blood ran cold at the realization that you were violated by Passione's head, and what was more breaking that every faith you had for freedom. 
Your own release is in death. 
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zujime · 7 months ago
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Hello, i really like your writing, I always check for updates! If possibile may I ask for detailed oral headcanons giving and receiving for Bruno, Josuke, Giorno and Abbacchio? Thanks in advance ♡
─── bruno b. + josuke h. + giorno g. + leone a.
cw. aged up, oral (m / f receiving), drool play, cum swapping, cum eating, slight marking/bruising, makeup messing, light overstim, slight dumbification, eye contact, hand holding, faint biting
note. REALLY?? OMG TYSM i try to post as many works as i can but my brain doesn’t wanna work sometimes 🙎🏽‍♀️ also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG college is no joke and uh… i got a little carried away💀💀 but it’s here now!! literally if you have anything else you wanna request or a lil question, etc. DO NOT HESITATE to send it in my inbox 🤭 okok bye bye🥰
(i was tempted to put ass eating in here but the demons told me no...)
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bruno prefers giving over anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you’re going down on him—hell, he loves how easy it is for you to shut his brain off with a simple kitten lick, but he just loves being able to make you writhe with nothing but the flick of his wrist.
he especially likes it when either of you have come home after a long day. the second you sit down on the couch or edge of the bed, his hands gingerly rub at one of your thighs before he gets on his knees and slots himself between your legs.
if you have on pants, he’s already peeled them off of you. skirt or dress? he’s hiked it up to your waistline. either way, both end up with him nipping at you through your underwear teasing you briefly with his teeth and tongue before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and sliding the article of clothing off, kissing at the warm skin of your thigh that’d been closest to your core.
he’d utter sweet phrases like “missed you, amore mio” that were accompanied by a firm yet delicate squeeze from his hand as he inched closer to your center with each kiss. oh, how he loves being between your legs—being able to stare as you oozed arousal. unless he’s exhausted, he always glances up at your eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones before he allows himself to get lost in all that is you.
the tip of his nose rubbing up against your sensitive nub as he relished in your core like a man starved, mindlessly mumbling praises into you with occasional whimpers that were almost drowned out by the sound of squelching his mouth made as he ravaged you. his once soft fingers now leave pretty wine-colored imprints on the expanse of your thighs and ass whilst he held your squirming body still.
“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.
large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.
it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.
then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.
finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”
he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.
though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.
he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.
he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.
his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.
each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.
his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.
bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.
cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.
his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.
though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.
i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.
mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.
it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.
the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.
he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.
“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“
“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.
doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.
your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.
his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.
he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.
he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.
mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.
when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.
other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.
you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.
had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.
your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.
“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.
i think leone would honestly be content either.
maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.
i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.
he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…
your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.
you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.
on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.
his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 
his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.
it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.
giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.
i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.
i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.
not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…
he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.
he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.
and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.
you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.
one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.
your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.
when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 
his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.
his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.
though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.
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married-to-google-translater · 10 months ago
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Yandere Dio Brando (part 1)
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Dio would be a possessive, manipulative and mentally sadistic yandere.
he would definitely "fall in love" with you just because Jonathan liked you.
This would really be the only reason to begin with.
And in his opinion, that would be perfectly sufficient.
Dio could be REALLY charming at first.
It would be very likely that you would fall for it.
And if you did there would be no way out.
Dio would develop feelings for you slowly.
And he really wouldn't know what to do with them.
Dio really doesn't understand anything about love.
His possessive and jealous side would often come out.
Especially if you said ANYTHING positive about Jonathan.
Actually, Jonathan's name should never be mentioned.
That would be an instant punishment.
And Dio's punishments are nasty.
They would not be visible.
No one would ever notice the toxic nuances in your relationship.
And no one would believe you either.
Dio would seem like the perfect partner.
Maybe he targets the area covered by the clothes.
Like hands, feet, etc.
Or it would be mental…
If you have a dog, be careful.
Sometimes Dio could be bonding.
If you would obey him.
These moments would be rare.
But there would be these.
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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 6 months ago
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Which joestar do you think would be the worst yandere? And why
Pick your poison! I like to think the Joestar’s all have their little traits that shine the most based on their personality (so whose the worst can depend on what you’re uncomfortable with). Going to do just the og verse jojo’s for this 1-6.
Jonathan : Very sweet almost intoxicatingly so, but he tends to end up a bit overprotective/just a bit babying. Insisting he does things for you, if you have some issue somewhere else? Why not let him resolve it. Don’t fret over too much he has the means to take care of you. There might be a time or two your room might be locked if you’re a little more stubborn than usual
Joseph: What is this thing called “personal space” ? It almost sounds like a foreign language to this man. He totally didn’t mess certain things up so you happen to meet up with him. Not sure why your date stood you up? He couldn’t possibly give an answer other than they’re not worth your time since they didn’t bother showing up. He should take you to this great place he loves going to after a long day.
Jotaro: Stalking type usually, and mows past anything that he might feel gets in the way of you and himself. He’s used to punks, so he’s not afraid to pummel someone if they don’t get the message to scram. When it comes to classes, he’s glancing at you every so often, maybe there’s a “doodle” or two in his notebook. Need to walk somewhere? He’ll walk with you. If you’re hiding out to be alone, he ends up finding you. You’re probably the reason he learns any building’s layout in the first place. Clubs or class cleaning doesn’t stop Jotaro either, he’ll wait as long as it takes. Being sick at home doesn’t stop him either, usually there’s some kind of hot soup/dish that’s good to eat while sick sitting in your room somehow. (Not to mention potential kidnapping later down the line if you’re not really cooperating)
Later Parts like 4 and 6, he’s pretty similar in dropping you off things even if you never once told him your address. (He has a decent memory of these things). Similarly Jotaro has any phone numbers you have in his contacts, and he’ll have a talk personally with anyone that he isn’t fond of approaching you. He tends to have you in the back of his mind while out on his studies, or writing a paper, and yet again drawings somewhere he’s compelled to place them. Every so often he checks in on you (whether you want this or not doesn’t matter). Broken down car? It’s either replaced swiftly or he’s driving you places himself. Maybe he somehow (forces) nudges you to live with him.
Josuke : He’s head over heels for you, and similar to Joseph he’s going to take any opportunity to squeeze himself into your life. He just so happens to have some leftover lunch from that place you like? You looked sad when they had sold out of your favorite meal there, so why doesn’t he help with that? Speaking of, maybe your eyes are drifting somewhere else. He steals any potential love letters to a crush and rewrites them, making it look like you’re confessing to him. He may also leave one of your favorite treats you like in its place. It’s an enigma to you how he found that out.
Giorno : He’s the don of the Italian mafia, he’s almost constantly worried about you. So if he has eyes on you, it’s almost immediate you lose autonomy whether born in Italy or a tourist. He’s clever in his ways to trap you, whether you’re resistant or not doesn’t matter. (he does think you’re cute with a strong head on your shoulders). There’s some of that charisma he possess all the same just like his father. Even if it doesn’t work on you, it makes others around you to trap you easily. Giorno likes to think he gives you a lot of leeway with voluntarily coming to him. He’ll meet you casually in coffee shops or wherever you’re willing to shop at. The bill is covered without you having to say a word. Any cash you used is miraculously brought back to you somehow. The blond isn’t afraid to get his hands a little dirty however when it comes to you. If he has to take something for you to step into his arms (whether it’s your ability to walk around outside or someone close to you) he’ll do whatever it takes.
Jolyne : Sure she stalks somewhat, but like her father she can be bold in taking care of the competition. She’s not afraid to hold your hand or finding a way for you two to do so. Eavesdropping is something she does occasionally, and anyone that wants to stomp on your heart is going to get stomped themselves. She does delay you with stone free (or outright captures you) if Jolyne doesn’t want you to leave. It’s impossible to shake her off, no matter what you try to do. Of course she made a copy of your apartment key, what if there’s an emergency? Maybe she wanted to make you breakfast. Huh? What do you mean she can’t just walk in unannounced? Don’t be ridiculous.
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byakuyacoochie · 10 months ago
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Bucciarati Gang x Reader
Request: imagine a reader with what I like to call Zoro syndrome where they get lost easily. and always end up incredibly lost
Part 4 spoilers!
A/N: I am very busy & tired with work so formatting with be fixed eventually
The first blue message is supposed to be from mista not reader!!! I will fix tomorrow after work 😭
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snzhrchy · 16 days ago
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close your eyes and i’ll kiss you
— first kiss with diego && johnny
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my johnny brain rot is getting out of hand i cannot stop thinking about this beautiful blonde man and how i want to smother him with kisses and i guess, diego ‘s there too ://
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— johnny
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‘i’m going to do it,’ he announces with conviction in his voice, ‘i’m going to join the race.’
‘no you’re not, it’s dangerous—really dangerous, do you possibly think—?’
‘yes i can,’ he cuts you off.
‘johnny—‘
‘i know the dangers, [name], do you really think i would’ve blasted my savings on it if i knew i couldn’t make it?’
‘i… i don’t— i’m just worried for you, that’s it. what if you—‘
‘i didn’t ask you to worry for me,’ he says suddenly and then pauses, ‘why do you care again?’
‘what do you mean?’ you ask.
‘well— i’m no longer jo-kid or y’know the famous jockey, why do you stick around?’ he turns his gaze away from you, ‘i don’t have any fame, money or even the ability to walk.’
‘hey— hey don’t say that; you’re—‘
but he cuts you off again, ‘i didn’t ask you to cheer me up, i’m asking you why do you still stay? why don’t you leave like everyone else?’
however, you are at a loss for words—you don’t know how you could possibly convey your feelings towards him without making it incredibly awkward. in a haze, you suddenly find yourself near him, faces merely inches apart. you don’t even hesitate to put one of your hands on his cheek and pull him into you; your lips making instant contact with his.
you can tell by the way he reacts that he was expecting anything but this but eventually you can feel him ease into your touch and kiss you back with his fingers entangling in your locks.
‘that isn’t an appropriate answer to my question, though,’ he mumbles.
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— diego
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‘i don’t get it, i really don’t,’ mutters Diego to himself but he’s still loud enough for you to hear him.
‘whatever do you mean?’ you inquire in a daze as your hands lazily brush your horse’s hair.
‘of all the jockeys and trainers in the world, why do your parents insist on me teaching you?’
‘well that’s because you’re diego brando! the best of the best!’ you say.
‘you flatter me, [name],’ he pauses, ‘but do you really think i’m that stupid?’
your actions suddenly come to a halt, your left hand abandons the strand of hair it’s holding but the comb remains in your right, ‘huh?’
‘oh c’mon, i can tell that you’ve got some sort of affection for me,’ he walks over to you, abandoning all his actions, ‘it’s wrong to lust over a widowed man, y’know?’
you can practically feel your cheeks heat up with each word he says—how could you possibly forget that you were dealing with diego brando here?
‘that’s not why I— I didn’t hit on—‘ you try to protest.
but before you could deny any of his claims, one of his hands snakes to the back of your head, pulling you in close. it happens in an instant as he presses his lips against yours, they meet in a quick and hastened way. the feeling of his lips touching yours is incredibly fast and the touch leaves almost instantly—he doesn’t even allow you to savour the kiss.
while your lips still yearn for his, his hand hasn’t left the back of your head at all—in fact, you can feel his fingers entangling themselves deeper into your locks, the action sort of pulls you closer to him to the point where you can feel his heavy breath in your ear. if it’s even possible, it makes you blush harder.
‘how about we continue this elsewhere, hm?’
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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 25 days ago
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Jotaro Kujo — Never Had
you were the best i never had, the only chance i wish i had to take
an: ugh the oscar isaac brainrot is brainrotting
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God, how long has it been since he last saw you?
It must've been decades now.
So many questions ran in his mind, a cascade of curiosity and longing. How have you been? Have you been well? Were you married? Kids? Have the years been kind to you? Has life granted you the serenity you deserve?
But when you approached him with that sweet smile of yours, the sparkle in your eyes mirroring the laughter of youth long past, a small shy smile as if you thought he doesn't remember you...
What a funny thought. As if he'd ever forget you.
As if he could ever erase the indelible mark you left upon his mind, his heart...
50 days.
He spent less than fifty days with you, yet that was all it took for his heart to become a canvas painted with the indelible strokes of your presence, of your memory.
"I'm glad to finally see you awake," You spoke, giving him a small relieved smile.
All it took was the sound of your voice, the sight of your smile, and suddenly, he was seventeen again.
The heat of the desert, the ache in his muscles, Polnareff's jests, Kakyoin's antics, Avdol's nagging, Joseph's pranks—each moment etched in his mind like a cherished painting.
The dingy hotel room, sitting next to Kakyoin as he admitted his feelings to the teen who highly encouraged him.
But he was a kid back then. A kid burdened by the weight of his thoughts and unable to fathom the complexities of love.
It just wasn't the right time.
Suddenly, he's in the airport in Cairo, watching you walk away, to return to your home country. His heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions, he watched you vanish into the crowd, carrying his unspoken feelings with you, forever sealed within the chambers of his heart.
A love that never found its voice.
And now, God... he would've loved to stay. Loved to catch up, especially in light of the absence of a ring adorning your finger.
But he had much more important matters.
"I'm sorry, I need to go," Was his response, laden with a sense of urgency, and he watched the way your brows furrow even more in concern.
"What's the rush?" You ask, laced with genuine worry and a subtle plea for him to stay. He doesn't blame you, he'd been out of it for a while.
"I need to—" A momentary pause hung in the air,  his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of conflict dancing in his ocean-blue eyes; he felt like he was betraying you as he spoke, "I need to get to my daughter."
It's not the right time.
That thought flashed in his mind again, swiftly followed by another.
Will it ever be the right time?
He caught the subtle widening of your eyes, a flicker of surprise on your gaze at his words. Your lips hesitated, parting, on the verge of responding, only to retreat into a thoughtful silence moments later. The weight of your unspoken thoughts hung in the air, a pregnant pause that lingered for a beat before you finally broke the silence with your response.
"Is she in trouble?" Your voice carried a note of concern, your brows knitting together in a display of genuine worry. He always thought you were far too nice for your own good—too caring, too helpful, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.
But then again, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad—can't fault you for it, as it was that quality of yours that led you to him, that led him to love you.
"No," He replied instinctively, the words slipping out before he could reel them back in, knowing that you would undoubtedly offer to lend a hand if he were to tell you the truth, and he can't.
He couldn't risk putting you in harm's way again. Couldn't bear the thought of dragging you into danger once more because of his cursed bloodline.
"Jotaro-" You begin, but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before you can finish your sentence.
"No." He spoke once more, his voice firm this time. Shaking his head still. "I can handle it."
Another pregnant pause stretched out between the two of you, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Your eyes brimmed with concern and worry, while he was certain that his own gaze betrayed a whirlwind of unspoken affection resurfacing to the forefront of his mind as he found himself reunited with you.
"I.. need to go." Jotaro decided to break the silence, and if you hadn't known him for so long, you would've missed the way his voice sounded breathy. Yet, you choose not to mention it.
"...Alright," You sigh defeatedly, "Don't let me keep you."
You try your best to give him a small smile, one of reassurance. In response, he simply nodded, a familiar gesture reminiscent of your teenage years when he would try to look cool in front of you—not that he'll ever tell you that.
"I'll come back." Jotaro found his lips moving when it should be his feet starting to walk away from here. "I'll come back here, for you."
Jotaro found himself teetering on the edge of a decision, a fleeting impulse urging him to lean in, to reach out and cup your face in his hand, to bridge the distance between you and savor the warmth of your lips against his own, yet, he held himself back.
It's not the right time.
"Okay.. I'll wait for you."
But maybe, just maybe... after he finally gets rid of the lingering thorn of his cursed bloodline, after he ensures the safety of his daughter, after he finishes the fight with this priest...
Maybe it'll finally be the right time.
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