#doppio x reader insert

[thornybubbles]

Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

Scenario: Recently, you’ve moved on from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to a different anime series and fandom. You realize that this was a terrible mistake.

Note: This is based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr ages ago. I just expanded on it a bit. 

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, threats, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, mental distress, anti-comfort. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you read. 

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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well. 

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while. 

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours. 

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood. 

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom? 

That had to be it. 

It was the only thing that made sense. 

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath. 

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show. 

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink. 

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat. 

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…” 

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit. 

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….” 

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing. 

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him. 

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…” 

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro. 

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes. 

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open. 

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!” 

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you. 

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped. 

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne. 

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you. 

“Is that understood?” he asked. 

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm. 

“Good.” 

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache. 

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples. 

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted. 

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking. 

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake. 

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime… 

… like a good little fan should…

[ashurzs]

STRESS RELIEF!

council duties get very stressful you know! so the president secretly made a perfect position tailored to your expertise! the council's sweet fuck toy <3

cws; male reader, bttm reader, mean tops :(, degradation, overstimulation, skirts, thigh highs.

ver was tired, stressed, annoyed. he desperately just wanted to go home and take a long nice nap. fuck he would kill just for a break! but the paperwork.. he can't risk it. what if he rests, feels relaxed, then slacks off? he can't risk that!

but here you come, making your way into his office and going over to the poor boy. you knew he had to release stress, you can see how hard he's gripping his pen!

it started off with whimpers in his ears, to kisses on the back of his neck, you were about to just beg in his ear to fuck you but apparently he had enough! :(.

..

"fuck, if i knew you'd be this slutty i would've made this position for you sooner.. so good for me.."

the words that had left your president's mouth basically went in and out. you were too busy trying to keep quiet while being bent over his now messy desk :(. "v-ver.."

you felt a harsh sting on your ass, a loud yelp leaving your mouth in response before two fingers were quickly shoved inside. "shut up before the other council members see you making a mess all over my desk.." the thought lingered in your mind, just barely anyway. the shocked faces they'd have, to the blush.. maybe they'd wanna join.? the of being shared with the others made you whine, drool trickling down your mouth as ver scoffs. "oh so you'd like that?"

the pace of his thrusts quickly picked up as he gripped your hair and pulled you closer to him, his fingers quickly leaving your mouth and then going down to grip harshly at your waist. "kaichou, please please- wanna cum.!"

ver smiles before placing soft kisses on your neck, "go ahead baby,, but what do we say when kaichou gives you something hm?"

rolling your eyes back and arching your back out of his grip, you practically see stars as you cum. mumbling incoherent thank you's and whines made the president smile again, oh how cute can their lil toy be?

it was a stupid dare really, and you always could've said no. doppi-chan would understand, but you had some self respect! and self respect means that you won't back down from a dare.

it was simple, wear this cute, suspiciously short, white colored skirt. there was even a cute lil bow in the back!

"put this on.?"

"it'll just be you and me ya know, not like im gonna take photos and post them around the school!"

..

"ya know, seeing you try so hard not to make so much noise while riding me is pretty cute.."

you pout at the male, not being able to throw any remarks back at him due to how good he was stuffing you full! "and what makes it more fun is this cute lil' skirt you're wearing~" "y-you wanted it.." hearing you finally talk makes him thrust his hips up, a pathetic moan comes out from your mouth as you grip on his shoulders. "so cute.. such a good slut for me yeah? taking all of your doppi's stress away~" the praise immediately gets into your head as you clench around him. he lets out a shaky sigh as he clenches the end of your skirt. the thin fabric barely covers your silky, marked thighs, yet it still covers what doppio wants to see the most.

the lewd noises of skin slapping and wanton whines make doppio feel prideful. "you look like a whore ya know, so lucky that your doppi loves how you feel around my cock.. fuck~"

you feel your thighs burning at this point, the thin line that stops you from cumming is almost cut, and hey is that doppi's phone ringing? whatever! he can deal with it later! "wanna cum.. doppi please please-"

"i can jus feel you suckin me baby, i guess you like this as much as i do hm?" he asks before going on to pepper your exposed neck with kisses. the other boy's won't mind if their baby had some marks, right?

hex was generally always tired, his monotone voice and mood always there. but who could blame the poor guy? that's why you had offered to do all the work for him! all you need is for him to tell you what to do!

the first thing was just to dress up pretty for him, cute white thigh highs with a cute pink bow! they were just so adorable on you.. that and plus the faint blush on your face as he told you to sit across from him is to die for! he'll enjoy this well deserved break very much.

..

"come on prince, you can do better than that right?" the whine that left you was audible as your dick was starting to get sensitive to the touch. hex had sat across from you, whilst you had your legs spread on the chair opposite from his. he was able to see everything <3. from the slick that had been dripping down your needy hole, to the precum trickling down your sensitive cock. he was enjoying it. "h-hex.. please.."

he tuts with his velvety voice, a shiver being sent down your spine. "come on baby,, one more for me?" you couldn't just decline the poor mans offer, he was tired! and honestly you were too.. you just wanted his thick cock in you as soon as possible :(. "one more and i'll stuff you full baby, promise."

yet another whine leaves you, it sounds like akin to a choked sob. "an obedient whore in heat for me.." those words were slow to register in your mushy mind, but the sudden thrust of hex's thick cock in you were quick! "h-hAh-!~ h-hex wait-"

you swear you hear the taller male chuckle before pounding into you, each thrust hitting your prostate causing you to let out loud whines. thighs were instinctively wrapped around hex's waist as you loll your tongue out. the taller sees you, he takes a chance to lean down and kiss you sloppily. "hex.!! s-so full,, too much.. s-so much.!" your slutty whines and whines were muffled with the other's mouth. all of this goes straight to your dick as you cum over your stomach. but that doesn't stop hex.? "w-wait.! plEase-!"

"it's okay baby, be a good whore for me hm? wanna see you cum for me again."

woaa longest work to date, hopefully this continues on :3

[cinnbar-bun]

um um i've never requested stuff b4 so i hope this is ok and also isn't too vague / silly of a prompt ;_;...

may i request hcs for doppio x a reader who's a total dog-dad/pet parent?

like brings their dog everywhere that's not dangerous, treats them better then they treat themselves, genuinely considers murder if someone even makes a tiny negative joke abt their dog etc 😭... (or maybe just hcs abt how doppio would feel arnd a reader who has a big dog in general:3 whatever works better for u !!!) /nf

— @child-ofdust (i hope i didnt type too much help) 🐾

A/n: YEAH OF COURSE DEAR HERE U GO!!! I changed it up a bit so it's kinda a combination of both your ideas so hope that's okay <3

Doppio w/ an S/O who has a dog

Notes: GN!Reader, Doppio so pssttt there's kinda a spoiler for Part 5 do not read if you haven't seen it, minor swearing, but pretty funny and fluffy

WC: ~.6k

Doppio hasn’t had much experience with dogs. Yes, he’s seen dogs before, occasionally pet one a few times, perhaps got unlucky to be chased by many of them. He was initially worried how your dog would react to him because he’s worried your dog will hate him and run after him. 

Your dog was actually pretty kind to him, which made him so happy and relieved. Doppio is crying tears of joy that your dog does not want to maul him like a chew toy. He shouldn’t have been that surprised, honestly, but it was still a welcome treat for Doppio. 

He sees how much you love your dog and he finds it really sweet! Doppio does like to care for smaller animals and insects, and seeing that you care for your dog makes him feel better. He feels happy knowing you treat your dog with respect and tons of love. 

He would be nervous initially to care for your dog because he doesn’t want to make you or your dog uncomfortable. He’s kind of like… ‘am I allowed to touch your dog? Can I pet them? Can I brush them?’ 

Please help him, he’s never done this before and he’s very anxious. 

Doppio is acting extra gentle with your dog because he hasn’t yet gauged what is an appropriate amount of force needing to brush or clean your dog. After you teach him and get him used to it a few times, Doppio gets the hang of it and can do it on his own. 

He’s not jealous of your dog, he’s not that kind of guy. Again, he really cares for some animals and your dog is a sweetie pie. You love your dog so much, and Doppio loves you very much, so of course he’d love your dog! 

He kinda sees your dog as like… your child? In a weird way? He’s just like yep, this is my beloved and this is our dog <3 I love my family <3 

And unlike a certain other man who shall not be named he does not abandon his family <3

He has so much fun playing with you and your dog. Especially if your dog likes to jump on him and snuggle him he loves it so much!!! Fluffy attack he’s laughing so hard until there are tears pouring down his face. 

Also, he takes his dog duties so seriously. If you ask him to walk the dog or give the dog a bath, Doppio is preparing like he’s going to war. He’s so focused and determined and nothing will stop him from caring for your dog. Absolutely nothing can break his concentration and so help him if anything dares to interrupt or prevent him from-

Torurururururu!

He’s quickly picking up a dog bone and straight up just YELLS at Diavolo. 

“What the HELL do you want? Huh? I’m walking my dog! Don’t you know how to time shit correctly? I’M BUSY!!!!” 

Doppio is so angry at Diavolo for calling him at these times, he just gets incredibly frustrated at him for interrupting his time with you and your cute dog. 

After he gets off the “phone” he needs lots of snuggles and kisses from you and your dog or else he might pop a blood vessel. 

Hilarious idea but Diavolo telling Doppio what to do with your dog whenever Doppio gets confused or is unsure of what do. 

“Ah, damn, what is the dog food we get again?” He says at the store. “The blue one.” “This one?” “Yeah. That one.” “Thanks, boss.”

[yourlocalgayelias]

Can I request doppio x reader dating headcanons where reader is an xsoilel liver who’s also apart of the student council?

Of course

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Doppio x liver!student council!Redear Headcannons

—————-Masterlist-—————

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Characters: Doppio, Reader

Doppio and you met through the student council

Because of that he wants to be there everyday that your there

If your over crowded with paperwork then he’ll “help”

Aka distract you for hours

“Y/N I’m sorry!” Doppio whined as it was another day you didn’t get paperwork done. So now you have your dorm locked so he can’t come in. “I didn’t mean to keep you distracted.

“Should’ve thought about that before you distracted me from work!” You yelled through the door as you sat there doing paperwork. After about 30 minutes of his whining you let him in. “Just sit down and play on your phone.” You said though that didn’t happened.

He brings you food whenever you’re streaming or lost in paperwork

His baby has to eat

“Baby! I brought your favorite!” Doppio barged in and sat down (your favorite food).

“Thank you hun.” You said back giving him a peck on the lips. Your chat went wild with chats like “Omg!” “They’re so cute together” or even “why can’t i have that kind of relationship”

He will collaborate with you and his chat adores you

Whenever your on camera with him, he keeps his hand on yours or on your leg

Sometimes you’ll walk up behind him and scare him while he plays a horror game and he’ll do the same to you

You refer to his chat as your babies and they call you mom

After stream he’ll cuddle you or ask you to end your stream so he can spend time with you

If you say no to ending stream, he’ll leave and come back in an hour asking the same thing

Your chat adores when he comes into your office just to give you kisses

He does it once a week since it’s his “sworn duty”

You know it’s a lie but it’s still cute anyways

He refers to you as baby on a normal basis but when he’s upset he’ll call you hunny

Your nickname for him is hun but you’ll change to babe sometime

[coldfilipinoricenoodles]

Drunk Dazed

Pairing: AFAB! Reader x ver vermillion x doppio dropscythe

Pairing: AFAB! Reader x ver vermillion x doppio dropscythe

Warnings!: Fingering, Threesome, Oral, drunk sex, con, hickies, degradation, hair pulling!! 

Ever since Z*ion had been kicked out from XSoleil institute of infinity, things have been so much better for Doppio. Less fights between the student council members and they even received a new treasurer, Y/N L/N. This was about three months ago and you and Doppio had been in a romantic relationship for 2 months. But now you were under him and his best friend Ver Vermillion, the student council President…

You and Doppio stumbled to your dorm, drunk from the alcohol that was dispersed around this student council meeting, “God you’re beautiful princess,” he groaned while rubbing his fingers through his long strands. He kisses your neck while still attached to your shoulder not getting much help due to your small size and his incredibly tall size; however, he still manages not to fall on his face on the way over to his bed.

 You and Doppio were just about to heat things up; however, a loud slam and a small voice so rudely interrupted you, “Jeez Doppi. Are you two that drunk in which you would walk into the completely wrong room?!” Ver shouted slightly slurred but still understandable.

“Ah Kaicho! My bad eh-he~”

Ver’s face had turned even more red when he realized you were in only your bra and panties. Doppi looked at him and you then turned his head to Ver and said, “Well Ver… if you’re already here…~”

“NO ABSOLUTELY NOT! HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW IF SHE’S OKAY WITH-”

A voice behind Ver interrupted him, “So if I’m okay with it, then you’re okay with it?”

When did she even get there?! Ver thought. 

“I’ve always been okay with stuff like this, Ver~” you bite his neck trying to take over his mind.

“Ehe no you don’t!” Ver says as he picks you up, “No way I'm gonna let you do all the work. I’ve been waiting too long for this and you think I’m gonna let you take over?”

Ver undoes your bra as doppi takes off your panties. Doppi takes a finger and rubs it against your bud with nowhere near enough force. 

“Doppi please~” 

He chuckles to himself and starts to lick your cunt. While he was undoing you, Ver was busy undressing himself and you suddenly felt a finger turn your head toward his cock. *A/N it's like 8 inches btw ;)* 

“Take it like a good girl” You do as he says and proceeds to swallow him hole in one go. You moan on him as doppio inserts two fingers into your cunt. 

You start to feel yourself get close to your orgasm. You take yourself off of Ver’s dick swiftly, “Doppi it’s too mu-”

Ver yanks you by your hair and pulls you back on his cock, “You wanted this, so you better fuckin’ know how to multi task,” 

You groaned loudly on Ver’s dick as you reached your climax and Doppio licked your slick cunt up. He slowly came up to kiss you on your stomach and leave marks in numerous places. Ver’s grip on your hair became significantly tighter as he was getting closer to his orgasm. 

“Fuck I’m gonna-” He said as he released himself into your throat and you gladly swallowed. 

… Continued in part two (coming soon)

A/N: Hey this is my first writing on this blog so thanks for reading!!!!

[kanekoii]

luca + doppi taking care of sick reader… (totally not a self insert 😞)

lyra’s notes -> GET BETTER SOON BBY

pairings -> luca kaneshiro, doppio dropscythe x gn! reader

genre -> scenario

song -> boy in luv - bts (specifically for the lyric that goes “if you’re ever sick don’t call the doctor but call me”)

warnings -> sickness mentions obv but it’s not specific abt what reader has

LUCA KANESHIRO ->

once again, a panic boy. he’ll try to keep calm because you obviously won’t be up to his antics. luca will then IMMEDIATELY leave the room and call shu for help. the silly and very intimidating and scary (real) mafia boss will go get ingredients for your favorite dish to cook for you, along with your favorite dessert and a new plushie for you. doesn’t matter how simple or complicated your favorite food is, luca will make it to the best of his ability. he’ll do his best, even if he probably isn’t the best at cooking. he won’t hesitate to cuddle you to sleep either, doesn’t matter if he gets sick.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE ->

he’s oddly calm about it, surprising i know. he won’t panic, won’t get too loud, he’s just gonna handle it to his best ability. i know he’s a very chaotic person who happens to be very loud sometimes, but he knows sick people usually aren’t down to deal with that. he’ll gladly rest with you tho, trying his best to keep you calm and happy for the quickest recovery possible. if you don’t like the taste of the medicine he got you, piochan will definitely bribe you with kisses. he’ll pepper you in kisses with little to no regard for if he gets sick, doesn’t matter to him as long as he can make you happy.

[icerisotto]

ᐢ..ᐢ ﹒✦﹒ about ⟢ me !

☆ i am kero, a huge fan of vento aureo!

★ although i like jojo in general, my heart lies with vento aureo characters, hence why i made this blog.

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[danddymaro]

Taste of Vinegar | Doppio x Reader

You’re on Team Bucci and Have a run in with Doppio

Doesn’t end sweet for you, you poor, silly baby.

Am I corny for the title? His name is Doppio Vinegar, so...lol.

( ๑´•ω•)//(´◡`) 

Word count: 1806

(Cutie Patootie Gif of sweet Doppio)

Taste Of Vinegar

" Just hold on," You murmur with focus as you heal the young man that lays before you, gently smiling down at him as he stirred, slowly being woken as you tend to him.

“Just a little more,” you added in a low breath as you’d already patched up the worst of it, grateful that you could help him in time.

That nasty stand user that traveled underground had really hurt the young man before Bruno had been able to get to him. 

The two continued to fight as you moved aside, quick to help the young man that had, had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, becoming a poor casualty.

“- Luck’s on your side,” you commented kindly, the warm glow that emitted from your hands the simplest ability of your stand, providing those you helped with just a tad bit more comfort than Giorno’s could. 

Even if he could create an entire limb it wasn’t without discomfort, so your easing ability usually made you the more preferred choice when it came to the healing.

‘This guy...’ you start to say to yourself, not knowing exactly what to think.

You’d caught up with Bucciarati right after the young man had been put down, not catching anything that occurred in before you arrived.

You felt quite strange around him. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but there was something about his features that made you giggly bashfully, feeling something rather odd you hadn’t before.

Was it his hair?

It was such a lovely color, a playful, lively pink that reminded you of bubblegum, and you wondered if the locks were as soft as they seemed, the locks luring you  in even whilst tousled in a light disarray.

Curiosity got the best of you and your hand tenderly brushed aside the long bangs that had covered the right portion of his face, letting you get a clearer view of his eyes as they fluttered open.

They slowly adjusted to your sight and stared back at you in a daze before they widened, realization falling upon him.

Was it those large eyes? They certainly held something sweet, maybe not like honey, but perhaps dear caramel instead. 

- And you didn’t mind because you always did have a fondness for the flavor.

Could it be his voice?

It was so adorable even while carrying a soft quiver to it as he tried to speak with you,

"H-hold on!" He says his cheeks blazing as you continued to hold him.

The soft tan of his face which was peppered with small specks of freckles filled with a soft color that was similar to that of his hair before it darkened down into a deep coral that was just as enticing.

"Doppio!"  Diavolo suddenly scolded, notably displeased for his most trusted's behavior, the foolish act one that put them at risk. 

There was no feigning the swarm of excitement that filled their shared body, nor the scalding burn that tickled down to his stomach as he continued to be fawned over by the careless woman that touched him so freely.

- She was the enemy, how could Doppio forget?

How could he simply overlook that?

She was with Bucciarati, and a part of those wretched traitors that threatened his reign.

.

“This is no time Doppio!” he then added with anxious fury.

"Doppio!" Diavolo said again, and for once his voice was ignored as the young man eyed you, his attention on you like a mass of bees to the sweetness of honey.

Doppio, in his softly glowing state is flustered at your attention, not knowing how to really behave, not knowing anything about the sudden warmth you filled him with.

He'd never met someone so pretty, nor so truly kind.

It’s not to say that he’s never seen a lovely woman before, because he had. However, he’d never felt one in his heart.

You ;

Someone so pretty. Someone so kind....you were the enemy?

he'd never had anyone be so tender with him, and for a moment his defenses lacked.

His every heightened sense that would have him cautious was deterred and eventually he was lulled back into calm, no longer fidgeting to get away.

Your touch was so sweet he'd almost forgotten how to breathe, and it made him choke on air, something you softly chuckled at as you picked his head up from your lap, along the process helping him sit up properly.

One of your hands then encouragingly patted his back as you continued to care for him while he had a little fit.

"Are you alright?" you said with concern weaved in your tone, and he had to take a pause to gather himself properly. 

He swallowed down thickly as he nodded his head. 

Having no words he then hummed softly. 

He then lightly bowed his head, flustered, still focused on you and that fierce thudding you made his heart perform, all while Diavolo seethed.

.HIs very soul festered with venomous spite.

.

Feeling pleased at his recovery, you were then planning to leave him, soon rejoining your group. for a moment you contemplated asking him his name, but you took a step back from that, choosing to not bother.

-What would such a sweet guy be doing with someone of your profession, of your abilities anyway?

You convinced yourself that it was simply better to leave him be, but something held you back, yet another thing you couldn’t explain.

You turned from him, so close to leaving, so close to drawing back when you heard him speak, his voice holding worry.

" The boss…" Doppio then started, slowly coming out of the daze you put him in, and in the meantime one of his hands fisted, the exposed part of his palm pressing right against his head as it felt as though it were splitting.

 " The boss…” he said again with more spine, ” he's trying to call…" he says breathily, somewhat disoriented, and it's seconds before he's making little ringing noises. 

“tururururu,” he rang, “tururururu !” the second time it escaped him being more urgent as his eyes searched for the phone that rung.

‘Not right now,’ he thinks to himself, for once wanting to deny the call. “Please...not right now!” he outwardly begged, knowing the orders he would have, feeling it in his anxious heart.

-Maybe if he pretended to not hear. Maybe if he let it ring then he wouldn’t try to reach him. 

he thought that,  that would be enough.

Maybe if he let it ring, the Boss would believe that Doppio letting you go was simply a slip up of his.

He wanted you to walk away. 

His intentions were good, a kindness to you, but a treachery to Diavolo, who became impatient and even more spiteful.

Meanwhile, you stood stunned, and it felt as though time had slowed down, your reaction agonizingly bovine.

"The...boss?” you whisper back as your eyes grow impossibly wide, and you feel a dreaded weight anchor your heart, the same heavy feeling tugging down your gut as you stop in your tracks.

Quickly turn to face him again, and during your fast spin you watch as the lovely young man  suddenly stills, the calling noises interrupted by dead silence.

His eyes then snapped back at you, and you don't see the same tenderness there.

 They aren't that darling caramel color, but, rather, a vibrant green that reminds you of Trish, but that lacks her heart.

His gaze is cold, dead, and you wonder if this was the same wretched sight he’d given Leone before he took him too. 

The idea fills you with anger, a burning  feeling that is unbearable  and your entire stand manifests behind you, but that’s all it does.

It shows itself for that split second before it slowly crumbles into what seems like a dying mist.

It feels like an instant, and as much as you’d discovered of his terrifying stand, that’s what it is.

You’re in his range, caught by surprise, and to every disadvantage you could have because he’d foreseen your plan at defense, your futile attempt to survive.

The very second you blink scarlet ribbons flow from behind your back like morbid wings that are attached to you for a moment before they decorate the cold concrete, splattered messily to display his carnage, his unforgiveness. 

The impact is so powerful you lean into the arm that so venomously reaches within you and that's connected to the hand that takes your heart hostage. 

Your body trembles, numb to everything, completely skipping over any pain you could feel.

the muscle still beats within his grip, it being just in shock as you are before it slowly loses its strength, the rhythm slowed into nothingness as it lays growing cold in his palm.

He then retracts his entire arm, and it forces you back into no support, leaving you in a bloody heap on the ground. Your back is pressed to the ground, and you can’t do anything but stare in lamentful silence.

For just a lasting moment his haunting green orbs fall down to the blooded muscle still in his possession, entranced by the gore, 

“You’re right Doppio...she does have a lovely heart,” he muses aloud, and there is  dark amusement in his tone.

‘Wretched girl,’ he thinks icily, damning you for trying to come in between, blaming you for the temptation you aroused. 

You catch on quickly, as well as too late. 

You’d saved Doppio, sweet Doppio who the entire time had held a dark secret.. 

- And the man before you, the devil that icily watched  now was the boss, the man you’d planned to stop.

‘No...’ you thought with terror, with utter regret and disdain as you realized your mistake. 

‘I killed them...I killed them all, ‘ you thought with horror that filled your eyes with hot tears as you think about the rest of your team.

In your last moment you gaze at the man again, and the face that looks at your heartbroken one is once again that of the seemingly innocent man of before.

He stares at you with a look you can not place, but it retains a linger of sorrow too, perhaps apology as he draws back and leaves your friends to find you in the state your kindness had rendered you.

' She’s the enemy,’ He thinks to himself, reminded. 

He knows he isn’t forgiven, that even as you lay there in punishment, he’s on thin ice.

  He begins to leave, but not before he looks down at you one last time, the moment lasting for what felt like an eternity to you.

“Thank you...” he manages to say, and his voice while soft, while just as sweet as before tastes too much like vinegar.

OMG Diavolo sounds like a fucking jealous girlfriend lmfao. That hadn’t been my intention, but I had to leave it in because he would go batshit over someone trying to take his trusted, bby boy from him.

[babeyloser]

Take Care

Doppio has his sexual debut with a sex worker. A nsfw reader-insert fic. 2.3k. Content warnings for sex work and unprotected sex. Minors/Ageless DNI

AO3 link. Kudos & comments appreciated!

Doppio perches on the luxury bed next to you, leaving you a generous amount of space. You send him a soft smile and scooch closer until your thighs touch. He reacts to your bare skin like a hot branding iron, gasping and flinching away.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you want this? We won’t go any further than what you’re comfortable with,” you coo.

“No–no, I mean, yes I do want this. I’m ready. It just feels so… real now,” Doppio stammers.

“You’ve been fantasizing about this for a while now, haven’t you?” you give soothing pets to his lower back.

“I’ll be turning thirty four this summer. This has definitely been, uh, a long time coming,”

“Let’s make it worth the wait then. I’m here to make your first time as safe and fun as possible. Do you remember the signals we discussed if things get too intense?” you question.

He looks up from picking his nails to repeat his safeword and describe the physical signal. Crimson. Three taps.

“Very good, honey,” you smooth his bang out of his eye. His breath hitches. A light blush rises to his cheeks.

You plant a gentle kiss on his lips. His mouth is soft and still beneath yours. The face Doppio makes is simply adorable; you have to stop yourself from giggling.

“More of that, p-please?” he pleads and immediately looks embarrassed for saying it.

You cup his cheek and reward him with more kisses. He responds enthusiastically and out of sync. Has he never been kissed either? You can’t help but find his inexperience endearing. He finds his stride after some guidance, so you decide to deepen the kiss.

Doppio squeaks and moans into your mouth; he tastes like the chamomile tea and shortbread cookies you shared before this. You stroke his stiff arms as you melt into the kiss. He catches on much quicker this time, licking and sucking and nibbling. Sweet, wet noises and heavy breaths fill the room.

Your kisses trail to his jaw. There’s a sensitive spot just below his earlobe that makes his eyes roll back. Your tongue traces the rim of his ear. The whine that leaves his lips makes something in your lower abdomen drop.

You whisper into his wet ear, “My sweet Doppio, You’re doing such a good job. Are you ready for more?”

A shiver crawls up his spine. He hums in affirmation.

You pull away to undress, slipping off your clothes with practiced grace. Doppio’s honey-brown eyes fill with reverence at the sight of your naked body. He still can’t believe this is happening–and with someone so beautiful.

“May I?” your fingers linger near the button of his collar.

“No, I think I’d prefer to do this part of my own, if that’s okay,”

You nod. His quivering hands fumble open his shirt and slide down his pants. Doppio’s body is lean with a soft belly. He has the cutest puffy, light brown nipples you’ve ever seen. Maybe next time you can get them in your mouth; you don’t want to overwhelm the poor boy now. He’s curled in on himself slightly, arms glued to his lap. You kiss his cheek and tell him how gorgeous he is. That got him to unfurl a bit. He smiles shyly.

You notice his eyes darting between your face and chest. Too shy to touch what he paid for. So cute. In your benevolence, you peel his hands off of his thighs and place them onto your chest.

“Oh,” Doppio exhales.

He cups your flesh delicately, thumbing the peaks of your nipples. They harden under his warm touch. He takes that as encouragement to fondle you further, sweeping his hands down your torso, drinking in your tempting figure. It leaves a trail of goosebumps on your ribcage. The hair on your nape stands on end.

“That feels good, baby, but let me take care of you.”

He startles a bit, caught in the daydream of your form, “Uh–um, I think I’d like that. How would you like me?”

“As you are,” you wink.

You lean over to grab a pillow and sink to the floor in front of him. The pillow rests plump and comfy under your knees. Doppio emits a faint gasp. His flush travels down his neck and onto his chest. You smooth your hands over his thighs, coaxing them open for you to settle in between.

Doppio’s cock strains against his tummy. It’s small with a beautiful upward curve. A pink cockhead peaks out from his foreskin; the color fades to a medium brown near the base. His balls look heavy and full. You spot a teeny freckle on his frenulum. Your mouth waters.

“You look so perfect, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Starting on the pudge of his belly, you press sweet kisses against his skin. You bypass his sex to suck and nibble his inner thighs. You’re careful not to leave any marks, only leaving shiny, wet rings of saliva to adorn his pelvis. His cock jumps slightly, recapturing your attention. You press a kiss to the head and look up. He nods.

You moan as you take him into your mouth. Doppio squeals into the palm of one hand. He tastes like skin, the flavor may as well be candy to you. You put your skills as a seasoned whore to use, hollowing your cheeks to swallow him down. You nestle your nose into his pubes and force yourself to gag. It summons a thicker kind of spit.

You bob your head, fucking your throat with his dick. Doppio whimpers between his fingers above you. His other hand twists into the sheets like it’s his only tether to the earth. Your tongue swirls around the head, teasing that cute, little freckle.

You pull off with a gasp, “I need to hear you. Tell me how you feel.” You pull Doppio’s hand from the sheets, “You can touch me–no, I want you to touch me.”

His hand cradles your jaw as you resume your motions.

“Your mouth feels like heaven; I’m not sure it can get any better than this,” he huffs.

You swallow around his length, throat muscles contracting to give him a sinful massage. Doppio yelps. Just you wait, Darling.

After only a minute more, Doppio’s leg starts bouncing. His thighs tremble. You look up to see him biting the back of his hand in an effort not to cum. His eyebrows knit together. Eyes pleading.

“Fuck! I–I can’t. It feels too good,” he whines.

Once his balls draw up to his body, revealing his fatty perineum, you have mercy on him. He thrusts into empty air. You catch your breath while stroking his thighs. You feel your heartbeat in your sex. Rubbing your legs together does nothing to subdue the ache.

“Such a good boy. That was beautiful, my Doppio,” you praised.

His cock jumped in response to your words. Aha, I knew it.

The two of you recline onto the bed, kissing and cooing at each other. Doppio says that he thinks he’s ready. You check in to see if this is what he really wants, and he solidifies his answer. You’re excited to try out his cock. Hopefully that curve feels as good as it tastes.

Doppio sits between your legs, hard cock in hand. He looks…lost.

“I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” you sigh out, smiling.

You trade positions. He looks very content to be below you. The view is spectacular; Doppio’s eyes shine with wonder. He strokes over your chest, down over your hips, and swoops his hands past your lower back to settle on your rear. You light up at his confident display. The tip of his nose earns a little peck.

You grind down against him as you make out. His cock catches onto the rim of your prepped hole. You gasp into each other’s open mouths. A strand of saliva stretches between you. The blackness of his pupils consume all of the brown.

“Please, I need you,” he sobs.

His blunt nails dig into your ass. You answer him by slowly lowering yourself onto his cock. Only now do you recognise just how empty you were. You hum in satisfaction. Doppio shouts and stills. For one frightening moment, you think he came. It wouldn’t have been the fastest that a client has cum with you. Though you were hoping to savor this encounter.

It takes a second for him to come back into his body. Once you check in again, you start to ride him. Raising up and dropping your weight onto his lap. Heavy thuds, wet sounds, and Doppio’s wailing pollute the air. His eyes roll back into his head, tongue lolling out. If you turned around you’d see his toes curl. So much for not overwhelming him.

You ride him slowly and thoroughly. The headboard beats against the wall from your motions. His curved cock does feel delicious inside you. It fucks along your front wall hitting that one spot perfectly. You groan into his ear and spoil his neck with kisses.

“Shit, you feel perfect. Just so–ugh, fucking good,” you pant.

You ride him harder and play with yourself. Doppio gets louder and starts bucking up against your thrusts. Your brain fogs with lust. The only thought in your mind right now is how bad you want to drain the cum out of him. You clench your muscles on every up-stroke.

Tears bead in the corners of Doppio’s eyes. He takes his hands from your ass to hide his red face.

“Oh shit, you’re milking me–it’s like you–you’re sucking me in!”

“Let go for me, Doppio. I want your cum in me. Please–fuck–give it to me.”

“Wait! I want you to feel good too! But I-I can’t. I-I’m gonna–” Doppio’s sentence ends as he cums with a shout. His back arches off the bed, pressing his full length to the hilt. His cock twitches and pumps ropes of thick cum into you. Perfect.

You slow to a stop and try to regain your breath. Sailing high from your cumdrunk intoxication, you giggle and sigh. You’re practically buzzing with pride.

Doppio needs a second to come down. You dismount and tell him where you’re going.

You come back to bed with a warm, wet rag, a hairbrush and some water bottles. Once he’s free of stickiness, you pull the covers up to warm your cooling bodies. You nuzzle into the back of his neck and wrap your arms around him. His skin is a bit chilly. Why are hotel rooms always kept so cold?

A sniffle jerks you from your thoughts.

“Oh, sweetpea. Are you okay?”

Doppio pulls the blanket over his face.

“Doppio, please. I want to make sure you’re okay. Whatever it is, I won’t be mad.”

He turns towards you and slowly reveals his face. His eyes are brimming with tears. There are drying tracks over his nose bridge and down one cheek. Your heart sinks.

“I tried to hold on for you. I-I really did. I’m sorry. I knew I should’ve never–I’m always like this! Such a disappointment.”

“Hey, no, no. Shh, you did nothing wrong, baby.”

“I didn’t do anything right either.”

“No, I’m so proud of you. You did exactly what you were supposed to do, and I had so much fun with you,” you spoke sincerely.

“W-why did you laugh at me then?”

His question pierces through your chest. You brace your hands on his shoulders.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Doppio. I was laughing out of joy. I would never, never laugh at you. You don’t deserve that. I am so sorry that you thought that for even a second.”

He gives a weak smile through his tears, ”Really?”

“Really, really,” you confirm, wiping his tears and kissing his forehead.

“The point of sex for me isn’t to climax; it’s to have fun and feel connected. You pleased me immensely. I enjoyed having sex with you so much! You were perfect. I’m, uh, actually looking forward to a next time already. I-if you want that, that is,” you confessed.

“Oh.”

“We can discuss that later of course. I’m still not done pampering you.”

“I’d really like that. Having a next time I mean. I…had fun with you too.”

Your shattered heart pieces itself together, soaring even higher than before.

His hair is kinked from the folds of his beaver tail braid, but it’s relatively tangle free. It’s a lot longer than you thought it was. The brush glides over his scalp with ease. Doppio looks at peace. As cute as his flustered face was, you much preferred this slack one. You kiss his cheek, and he hums from the attention.

If only you had more time. His hair goes up into a simple ponytail. Both of you redress. Doppio sends you soft, longing glances. You peck both of his cheeks in order to cheer him up. He strokes your biceps. It wasn’t fair that you had to leave this little world you created. You hope he brings what he learned here into his future relationships. Anyone who got to be with him would be super lucky.

Doppio fishes into his briefcase to pull out the other half of your pay as well as a very generous tip. The stack was thicker than you’d ever seen. What does this guy do for a living again?

“I couldn’t possibly accept all of that,” You said in shock.

“I insist. This is yours; you more than earned it. You deserve this.”

You didn’t have the will to fight him on that. Your knees still ache a bit from earlier. Maybe you should change your rates.

“Have a good night,” he whispers.

“Goodnight, sweetpea. You were just wonderful. Until next time.”

You share a soft, dry kiss.

“Until next time,” he repeats and slides out the door.

The door shuts with a resounding thud leaving you with your thoughts.

You missed him already.

[onmyyan]

How do you think yandere doppio/diavolo would react to an s/o who's dislikes being center of attention and is pretty food at staying hidden when they escape should they choose too

A/N: Topolina* means mouse in Italian or at least that’s what my phone told me anyway yandere themes hope you like it 🤸🏽‍♀️

This little trait of yours was a delight at first! They could keep you entirely to themselves without issue, that is until you decide to step away from it all for a while.

In the beginning your relationship was normal, Doppio’s shy nature mashing perfectly with your dislike of the spotlight, Dates were particularly fun, always secluded and private, making them feel all the more special. He did everything in his power to keep that gorgeous smile on your face, a smile meant only for him, well almost only. The boss was always there, watching from the shadows waiting for you to slip up and reveal your true nature, he was sure you were too good to be true, only to be proven wrong time and time again, you didn’t push to know about his past or what he did for a living, choosing to live in the moment with him. He could feel your loyalty though your actions and in no time he began to urge Doppio to tighten his grip, no more outside dates, did he want you to get taken away? Sure whoever tried would be killed in an instant without ever giving you the indication something was wrong, but did he want to give them the chance? No no that wouldn’t do. You took every new restriction with ease, seemingly more excited than him to stay in, as your relationship progressed Doppio began to trust you, you were clearly his soulmate and he intended to marry you one day, so he decided to introduce you to the boss. Despite the oddness of it all you too took this in stride, offering the intimidating man a timid smile, had Doppio always been this tall? He stated down at you with a troubling grin. For the most part things went back to normal, except Doppio didn’t try to hide his ‘conversations’ anymore, something you found heartwarming, as he could trust you. Unfortunately the newfound peace didn’t last.

You’d been inside for thee weeks now, granted it was hard to keep track of time with such an interesting boyfriend, no day felt the same with him, his personality, Doppio that is, was that of the kind of man you’d always dreamed about when you were younger, you’d never met someone like him, and you thought this before meeting Diavolo. His kindness was the first thing you noticed, then it was how soft his eyes were so having his dead glare on you wasn’t a familiar feeling. This all started because you’d decide to go get the groceries on your own, wanting to take a stroll in the cooling weather, you didn’t think twice about it besides realizing how long you’d been inside.

“Where have you been, what have you been doing that you couldn’t make a call?” The tone grew more and more bitter as he spoke.

“I was at the store-“

“And you couldn’t tell me? Do you have any idea what has been going’s through my head?”

You stood up taller to try and steel yourself.

“Look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to freak you out I swear!” You held up your hands in mock surrender, tossing the bag to the side you took a few more steps towards him, “I just wanted to surprise you, you always take care of everything so-“

“That’s my job,” He signed his features softening back to your Doppio. His arms caged you against his chest gently his voice trembling, “I won’t risk losing you. I can’t.” You tried to sooth the now crying giant as best you could rubbing his back in an invisible pattern.

“It’s okay you’re not gonna lose me alright? I’m not going anywhere.” Maybe a poor choice of words on your part as his grip tightened.

“Yeah, absolutely nowhere.” He sniffed kissing the top of your head.

That was the first red flag, you got way too in your head about that last part, because those were things Diavolo would say, but it definitely came from Doppio. The next day you’d taken the time to write a letter explaining everything while he was out managing to keep it hidden until it felt was best to leave.

You knew him better than he thought he did. You’d long figured out he had some kind of ties to the mafia and based on the territories he used to take you on dates, he was in Passione. So obviously the next move was to go to an area they didn’t have their claws in. Harder than one would think to find but you managed and only needed to stay there long enough to clear your head, a week or so to yourself to think about everything, if what you felt for him, all of him, was enough to stay. About an hour into your sixth day he managed to find your number and leave an incriminating voicemail.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, or how the fuck you’ve managed to hide from me like this-“ he cursed a few times in his native tongue before signing “but the note says you’re coming home.” There was a pause, “Just be safe topolina*” You smiled at the message, “Should any harm come to you I would paint the city red in your name, any unfortunate bastard to fall in my sight would pay for this anger.” Your eyes widened as you shut the disposable phone. “What so I’m the bad guy if he goes outside and murks someone? Unbelievable.” You quickly shoved everything back in the duffel bag you had grumbling the entire way back home, a small smile on your face at the ridiculousness of the situation.

[thornybubbles]

JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Joe-Foes) Doppio/Diavolo

**Note: This is another story that I’m just not satisfied with. I thought about scrapping what I had and rewriting the whole thing but changed my mind and just went in and added some changes instead. I figured if I spent time rewriting it, I’d never get around to all the other projects I want to work on. I’m sorry if it’s trash. I’ll try to do something better for Doppio and Diavolo later.**

You were in way over your head. 

You were in way, WAY over your head.

You joined Passione as the lowest of the low, just a messenger and nothing more. Slowly over time, you found yourself climbing higher and higher in the ranks receiving more responsibilities and more rewards in turn. Before you knew it, you were as high as you could go. You had somehow become your own unit within the organization.You had no subordinates but you answered only to someone named Doppio. When you first met the man you were certain someone was playing a prank on you. This guy, who looked and acted like a kid, was actually the underboss? This was the guy who took orders directly from the Boss himself? It had to be a joke… but it wasn’t. Doppio absolutely was the undisputed second in command… somehow… and you were taking your orders from him. The strange part was that only you knew who Doppio was and who he had ties to, and you were sworn to secrecy on penalty of death. But when you found out who Doppio really was, that’s when you knew that maybe a life of crime wasn’t the career choice for you. Though, it was far too late to drop out of the game now.

Doppio and you were often paired on missions together. Usually you would receive your orders through cypher messages stating that you were to “Make sure the plan goes smoothly, eliminate any interference, and keep dear Doppio out of trouble.” You had suspicions that Doppio must be related to the Boss somehow. Nepotism wasn’t unusual in the business, but it always irked you whenever you came across it. Doppio’s naivety, clumsiness, and habit of finding trouble no matter how hard you tried to avoid it made you wonder why he was allowed to have such a high ranking with all the responsibilities that came with it. You began to resent the pink-haired twerp, feeling that if anyone should be the Boss’s number Two, it should be you. You actually worked to get where you were. You didn’t just have it handed to you! You didn’t fight your way to the top just to end up as a glorified babysitter! 

What made it worse was that Doppio seemed to have developed an annoying little crush on you. It didn’t help that whenever you and Doppio were on a mission together, the Boss expected you to be in disguise and pretend to be Doppio’s lover. This gave Doppio the perfect excuse to always be holding your hand or clinging to your side in some way. He was always begging for kisses, hugs, or just your attention in general. You were not happy, but what could you do? Orders were orders. What’s worse is that you were beginning to suspect that these “missions” were actually dates. Now every time Doppio snuggled into your side you seethed on the inside and sent mental curses to the Boss. You were one of the best that Passione had to offer and now you’ve been reduced to being a forced date for the Boss’s nephew or something! You were deeply insulted, but due to the situation, you wouldn’t be allowed to voice any complaints. 

Of course at the time, you had not yet put two and two together about Doppio’s real identity. That day would be one you never forgot. It started when Doppio decided to take you on a shopping trip around the city. You sighed and reluctantly allowed yourself to be dragged along. Realizing that this “mission” wasn't going to be anything important, you decided to just let Doppio treat you. You weren’t about to say “no” to free stuff. The problem arose when you made the mistake of not only letting the guy at the jewelry store flirt with you, but flirting back at him. It wasn’t that the guy was especially attractive or anything, you were just relishing the fact that you were finally getting attention from someone other than Doppio. The man-child was so busy looking at all the shiny things in the store that you hadn’t thought he’d notice if you fluttered an eyelash or two. Besides, what would he even do about it? 

Well, you fucked around and found out. 

At some point during your conversation, you turned to see Doppio staring at you with a stunned, horrified expression on his face. For a moment, he looked like he would burst into tears. Then he did something weird. He started imitating the sound of a ringing cell phone. You and the jeweler exchanged confused glances and you began to feel embarrassed by Doppio’s antics. You watched as he started looking around as if he was searching for a phone. He looked behind jewelry cases, rifled through a stand holding some designer purses, and then made his way back over to you. All the while he was making that stupid sound. Finally you’d had enough. 

“Doppio, what the hell--?” You didn’t get to finish the question as you found yourself suddenly off balance. 

Doppio had, for some reason, snatched one of your shoes right off of your foot and was holding it to the side of his head and talking into it as if it were a phone. The action nearly caused you to fall over and nearly lose the wig that you wore as part of your disguise. You turned to glare at Doppio and chew him out for acting like a loon, but when you caught the look in his eyes, anything you were going to say got stuck in your throat. 

Those were not Doppio’s eyes looking back at you. His normally hazel colored eyes were now green and glared back at you with an intense madness. The very shape of his irises had changed. What was wrong with him? Was he possessed? Was an enemy Stand attacking him? Why did it look like he’d grown taller? Shocked, you took a few steps back from him. 

“Boss?” he spoke into your shoe. “Yes, we’re at a jewelry store…. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding… “ 

Doppio continued talking into your shoe as if he was having an actual conversation with the Boss. You could only stare at him in shock. What on earth was happening? The jeweler chose that moment to make a snide comment at his expense and Doppio… effectively lost his shit. The meek, timid, wimp of a man you knew as Vinegar Doppio turned his green-eyed glare on the jeweler. He pressed your shoe closer to his ear to secure it while he used his other hand to grab the poor man by the hair. He then slammed the man’s face into the jewelry case repeatedly until the glass was cracked and splattered with blood. 

“CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ON THE PHONE?!! SHUT YOUR FILTHY, COCKSUCKING MOUTH AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!!” he bellowed, using a voice and language you’d never thought you’d hear from someone like Doppio. 

Now he not only looked taller, but his arms and legs seemed more fleshed out and muscular. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up slightly and you could make out what you thought to be elaborate tattoos on his arms. Since when was Doppio the type to get tattoos? You thought about calling your Stand, but you didn’t even know what you would have it do. If you used it to attack Doppio, the Boss would be furious, but you couldn’t exactly just let him give you the same treatment as the jeweler. You had to get out of there. 

The jeweler’s unconscious body slumped to the floor and you moved even further away from Doppio before turning and breaking into a full run. You didn’t care about your other shoe, you just needed to get away from Doppio while he was acting like a psychopath. You didn’t get far. You only took about three steps when you suddenly ran right into Doppio’s arms. You had no idea how he got ahead of you like that. You didn’t even see him move. He practically crushed you in his grip, but his embrace didn’t have its usual clingy, loving feel to it. He was holding you with a strength you’d never felt him display before. It was as if his arms were pythons and they were trying to squeeze the life out of you. 

He was looking up at you with the saddest expression you’d ever seen him use. His watery eyes were now back to their normal color and looking at you like you just knocked his teddy bear out of his hand. 

“Why are you trying to run from me?” he asked with a whimper. 

Was he serious? After that display of his, did he even have to ask? 

“D-Doppio… you… w-what happened to you? Your eyes changed and you-you…” 

Doppio wiped his eyes and let you go. He placed your shoe into your hand. You took it from him and put it back on, not taking your eyes off of him. 

“Boss called us back. We need to go.” he said with a sad sigh.

He never addressed your concerns and seemed to actively ignore it when you mentioned what just happened. He grabbed you by the hand and all but dragged you out of the store. Where was this strength coming from? You just couldn’t understand what was happening. It was like Doppio was becoming a different person! The next thing you knew, you and Doppio were getting into a taxi and being taken to God knows where. 

“He wants to talk to you.” Doppio said, still giving you that sad look. 

“Who?” you asked. 

“Boss. He sounds really mad.” 

A thrill of terror shot through your system. The Boss wanted to talk to you? And he was angry? That’s extremely concerning. On top of everything that was going on with Doppio, you really didn’t need this right now. Also, the Boss never had heart to hearts with anyone directly. Just what was going on? What rule did you break that was bad enough for the Boss to speak to you in person about it? 

“What is he mad about?” you asked Doppio, gulping down your fear.

“Why were you flirting with that guy at the jewelry store?” Doppio said, completely ignoring your question. 

“Uh… I… It didn’t mean anything, Doppio!” you stammered, not wanting to set him off again. “I was just messing around! That’s all!” 

You added the last part with a nervous smile. You never felt so on the spot in your life. It was apparent that your flirting had been what set Doppio off, but you never expected such violence from someone like him. Now you were beginning to understand why the Boss kept him around. He was a force to be reckoned with when he was angry and no one would ever suspect someone like him to have psychotic meltdowns that ended with brutal violence. But what was with the eye color change and the increase in height and muscle mass? Surely you hadn’t imagined that. 

Doppio huffed and folded his arms, going into a full pout. 

“You never look at me like that…” he muttered. 

His kicked puppy expression was slowly turning into one of annoyance and disgust. For a moment you feared he was about to have another outburst. For the rest of the ride, you sat in fearful silence while Doppio fumed and pouted next to you. After about 20 minutes, you realized that the taxi was taking you to an area of the city that you’d never been to before. Judging by all the sprawling villas and expensive looking stores, you were going into a very well-to-do neighborhood. The taxi pulled alongside an alley next to a huge hotel. 

“This is our stop.” Doppio said. 

He climbed out of the taxi and you followed after him. The taxi driver made no attempt to get any money out of either of you and he drove away as if he couldn’t get away from the area fast enough. Doppio grabbed your hand and dragged you down the alley. The alley was nothing like the ones in other parts of the city. The street was free of any garbage and there weren’t any shady guys in trench coats or scantily clad women leaning against the walls, waiting for their next customers. Other than a few trash cans lining up against the building wall, the alley was completely empty. 

Doppio took you all the way to the end of the alley and you realized that he’d taken you to a dead end. Out of instinct you jerked your head to look behind you, expecting to see rival gang members closing in to corner you, but there was no one there. Doppio stopped at the door and finally let go of your hand. The door looked weirdly high tech. It lacked a knob or handle of any kind and on the wall to the right of it was a keypad. Over the top of the door frame was an ominous looking security camera that seemed to focus in on you as you stared up at it. Doppio punched a code and the door slide open, making an unsettling “ssshhhh” sound. The room beyond the door was pitch black and you couldn’t make out a single thing inside it. Doppio grabbed your hand again, but instead of dragging you along behind him, he suddenly pulled you forward, flinging you into the yawning darkness. You yelped as you felt your body collide with the hard floor. You heard the door clang shut behind you, sounding far too similar to a prison door for your liking. You weren’t sure if Doppio came into the room behind you or threw you into the room alone. 

“Doppio?” you called nervously into the darkness. 

No one answered. You stood up, rubbing your sore shoulder from where you were tossed onto the floor. That would definitely be a bruise later. You never thought Doppio could be so vicious. You had always seen him as a klutzy, slow-witted pest with a childish streak, but you were really starting to think that it was time to reevaluate the way you thought about him. You were startled by the sound of footsteps walking around you. 

“D-Doppio? Is that you?” you called, your voice shaking slightly. 

No response. 

You listened as the footsteps moved away from you. You weren’t sure but it seemed that the further they got away from you, the heavier they sounded. It got to the point that they started to sound like a different set of footsteps. Just how many people were in the room with you? 

“Doppio, if that’s you please answer me!” you said, hating how your growing fear could be heard in your voice. 

The footsteps stopped a few feet ahead of you. There was a clicking sound, and you were suddenly blinded by a bright light shining directly in your face. 

“Doppio isn’t here right now. It’s just you… and me.” 

That was certainly not Doppio’s voice. It was much deeper, richer, and older sounding. You squinted your eyes, trying to see past the blinding light and oppressive darkness. You couldn’t see much, just the outline of a tall man with long hair. He was standing in front of the light, blocking it from blinding you, but also making it impossible to see his appearance in detail. There was one detail that you could make out though, and that was his glaring green eyes. The same green eyes that Doppio had when he flipped out on the jeweler. 

“Do you know who I am?” he asked you. His voice gave you chills, and not in a good way. 

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. You were too afraid to. 

The man walked up to you, staring down at you with menacing green eyes. He reached out and grabbed you by the face, squeezing your jaw just enough for it to be uncomfortable but not quite painful. 

“I’m the man that you signed your life over to when you joined Passione.” he said, tightening his hold on your face just slightly for a moment. 

“I am the only reason you have the power and position that you have today! I am the one that gave you everything! With a snap of my fingers I could have you back to being a lowly messenger, or tossed into the streets! If I so chose, I could end your life in the blink of an eye. Your very existence continues because I allow it!” 

As he ranted, you could feel your blood began to freeze. The mysterious man that stood before you was the Boss himself! You were alone with the leader of Passione and he was royally pissed at you! The trouble was that you still didn’t know what you had done to earn his ire. 

“When you joined up with Passione, you became my subject, my property! I partnered you with Doppio for a reason. You answer to Doppio. You belong to Doppio. Anything that belongs to Doppio belongs to me! Do you understand that?!” 

He shoved you away from him, causing you to fall backwards onto your rear. You stared up at him in fear, afraid that he was going to inflict more abuse on you. He sounded unhinged and still, he hadn’t explained what your crime was. 

“Do you understand the concept of loyalty?” he asked you all of a sudden. 

You nodded your head. 

“Tell me, what do you think loyalty is.” he commanded. 

You took a moment to get your thoughts together while he stared at you in expectation. 

“Loyalty is showing support, devotion, or allegiance.” You answered, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. 

“Do you think you’ve been loyal?” he asked you, his voice taking on a slightly irritated tone. 

“I have been nothing but loyal to you and the organization!” you answered without hesitation. What was this talk of loyalty? When had you ever made the Boss doubt your loyalty? 

He reached down and grabbed your arm, then he yanked you up to your feet. You found yourself pressed up against his chest and staring directly into his green eyes. He studied you for a moment before saying, 

“You were on a date with Doppio, yet you dared to throw yourself at that lowlife at the jewelry store!” 

You didn’t know how to respond. 

He clenched your arm tightly, causing you to gasp in pain, but you didn’t dare try to break free. 

“Let me make it clear to you once more. You belong to Doppio, to ME!! If you are not loyal to me then you are a liability! You do know what happens to those that I deem to be a liability, don’t you?” he practically spat in your face. 

“Y-yes! I’m sorry! I’ll never-- I’ll never do it again!” you said, squirming in discomfort due to the grip on your arm. 

The Boss released you and you sagged to the floor, doing everything in your power not to burst into tears in front of him. After this, the last thing you needed was for the Boss to view you as an emotional fool. 

“I will hold you to that.” he said and you could hear the contempt in his voice. “Now get out.” 

You had no idea where the door was but that didn’t stop you from picking yourself up and charging into the darkness to find where you hoped the exit would be. Luckily, the door slid open as you approached and you wasted no time practically jumping out of the room. The door slammed closed behind you with a foreboding clang. To your surprise, Doppio was waiting there for you, looking both worried and downcast. When he saw you he threw his arms around you in an embrace. You returned it, though shakily. 

You knew the truth about the Boss now. It was something else that no one else knew. Vinegar Doppio and the Boss of Passione were the same person. They occupied the same body somehow. But this wasn’t some rare disorder or anything so… human. No,  this was something straight out of Robert Louis Stevenson! Pure Jekyll and Hyde shit! You weren’t sure how something like that was actually possible, unless it had something to do with his Stand (which you were certain he must have, even though you hadn’t seen it yet).

You looked down at Doppio, who was brazenly snuggling his face into your chest, and took a few slow breaths to calm your jangled nerves. 

“I’m sorry, Doppio.” you said, hoping to smooth things out between yourself and this “current incarnation” of the Boss. 

The man in question looked up at you and cheered, smiling sweetly as if the events of the day had only been a waking nightmare. 

“I forgive you…” he cooed, but suddenly his whole body seemed to tremble and twitch. His head jerked back and it seemed as if a whole separate set of eyeballs rolled around to replace his own. Now you were, once again, staring into the Boss’s wild green eyes. 

“...but…” he said, in a deep threatening voice that was most certainly NOT Doppio’s, “If your lovely eyes ever begin to rove again, I will cut them from their sockets!”

Doppio’s body convulsed once and he was back to normal. 

“I still want to buy you something nice, if that’s okay?” he said, grinning and giving your waist a little squeeze. 

You grinned at him nervously. 

“Okay, sweetheart.” you said with a gulp. “We can do whatever you want to do.” 

You just barely caught the triumphant grin on his face, before Doppio started dragging you out of the alley to finish your date. 

You should have stayed as a messenger.

[ashurzs]

STUDY BUDDIES!

mm smart people

cws; male reader, praise, fluff, degradation, silly idiots making their "study buddy" study!

"test.? i could help you study yeah." shu smiles at you, watching your eyes widen as stars practically form in them. "cute" he thought. "if you want we could even start now if you don't have any plans."

you accept his offer graciously. "we could go to my room, i have more material in there!" "sounds good"

"my my, you're a smart one, aren't you?" shu carefully whispers in your ear as his hand trails over your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. "now what's the answer to the next one?"

you gulp softly and aswer the question, your voice barely above a whisper as the sorcerer's fingers trail upwards again. a soft mewl leaving your mouth as he pinches your nipple, "louder?"

louder.? how could you when you feel him twitch under you, his underwear probably already damp with how much he's trying to grind into you "u-uh.. the input is independent.. hah, whilst the output is dependent.."

"good job, my smart boy.." the praise gets you squirming in his lap, a whimper leaving your lips as shu kisses your neck. the kisses turning into soft nibbles as his hand trails lower, pulling your sweatpants down.

"next one hm?" shu smiles as he feels you twitch in his grasp while he pulls your boxers down, you lifting your hips as well to help him. his thumb traces over the slit as you gasp, a shaky exhale coming from the man behind you. "maybe we should just get onto the reward yeah?

you nod your head quickly, earning a chuckle from the sorcerer at your excitement. "so smart.. so cute.."

"you'll pass that test without a struggle."

"are you that needy you can't even answer a simple question.?" shu asks before tsking, a particularly harsh bite on your neck rewards you right after. "and here i was,, thinking my dear was the smartest.."

tears trickle down your face, precum leaking out of you as shu continues his torturous strokes. painfully slow and agonizing as you let out a whimper. "now come on. tell me the right answer?"

"i.." you arch your back up out of his grasp, shu's strokes becoming more aggressive as you let out embarrassingly high pitched whimpers. "don't know- mfh!"

"such a shame.. maybe i should edge you till you're forced to answer. maybe only then you'd remember yeah?"

shu's voice lingers in your head, his hand never stopping. even when you start twitching in his hold. "gunna.. hah.. wanna cum.. please.?~"

gripping his forearms, you squirm as you cum. it makes a mess over shu's hand and your tummy, a whimper leaves your lips as your study buddy's hand never stops. the pace getting quicker even. "s-sHu.! wait!-"

"c'mon, i know you can handle more."

"help you study?" doppio looks at you while toying with the lollipop in his mouth, "i mean i could help you yeah, nothin wrong with helping a friend get a good score!"

"great, thanks doppi!" a greatful smile plasters on face, but it's quickly replaced with a pout. "jus make sure to finish the lollipop, don't want you eating sticky stuff.. what if it gets on your fingers and ruin my stuff!"

"no sticky stuff right?" doppio snickers as he watches your hips buck up. he repositions his head, leaning on the inside of your thigh as he smiles at you. "cringe.." you retort, trying to regain control of this whole ordeal. he chuckles again before kissing your thigh, giving it quick kisses and nibbles. mewls leave your lips as a response, the books on your desk pushed to the side and long forgotten.

"was this your plan? just get me to suck you off?"

"n-no.. wasn't." it really wasn't,, but the touches on your thigh whilst he explained the material to you was.. haha..

doppio looks up at you, "i haven't done this before, guide me?" he looks serious, but that only makes you whimper under his gaze. he may be under you physically but he knows he's still under control with how shaky your hands grab his hair.

"just- make me feel good already" you whine as he raises an eyebrow. "please.?" he doesn't deny the please as he lowers his head, licking the tip. he watches your expression, your chest going up and down as he gives small licks. the grip on his hair getting tighter. something tells you that he'll keep you on edge.

"you good? we can continue yeah?" doppio's voice brings you back down, his arms going to wrap around your waist and pull you back into his grip. this action causes you to squirm, a choked whimper escaping your lips as he bucks his hips up, his dick seemingly going deeper.

"we can go on.. yeah." "amazing,, so now tell me, what's the answer for number three?"

he rubs circles on your waist, trying to calm you even whilst his voice tickles your ear and your walls beg to clench around him. "u-uh.."

he nibbles on your neck, kissing it as well. was it to get you to answer quicker, or beg for him faster? you're not so sure anymore. "it's- hah- b.."

you gulp as you answer, hearing nothing except silence behind you. "wrong." the air seemingly gets heavier as you hear him tsk in your ear.

your eyes widen as he bites down harder on your neck, the grip on your waist even harsher. his fangs hurt. it's as if like a vampire is biting you, but all of it rushes to your head and gets you even needier. you try and bring your hands down to just give attention to your neglected tip. but the taller male seemingly notices this as he grabs your arms and put them behind you. "a-ah,, hurts.."

he doesn't seem to listen to you though :(, he just ends up biting down harder. you scream and whine in his grip, feeling as if they'll be bruses in that area for a while.. "c'mon, i know you wanna be fucked but i didn't think you'd get dumb.."

tears form at your eyes as you shake your head, pulling away from his lips. "n-not dumb.."

"yeah? it's okay, you're sweet doppi-chan'll take good care of ya~"

took long cus i lost motivation 😞,, sorry TT

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Dance With Me (Fluff)

Yancy (AHWM + ISWM p. 2):

Behind the Pen (Fluff + a little angst)

Wilford Warfstache:

Problems (Fluff and Angst)

Googleplier:

I Will Never Hurt You

Noiriplier:

Slices of Summer

Head Engineer Mack:

Enough

(-Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney-)

Miles Edgeworth:

A Second Chance? (Angst+fluff)

Phoenix Wright:

My Hero (Slight angst+blood+fluff)

(Dragon Ball)

Goku:

I Want This.. (Angst + fluff)

Gohan:

I Can't Wait To See You Again (Fluff)

Goku Black:

I Want This.. (Angst + fluff)

(Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Jotaro Kujo:

The Song You Are (Fluff)

Until We Meet Again (Fluff)

Doppio:

My Darling (fluff and angst)

(Yugioh)

Yugi Mutou:

Card Queen

(Marvel)

Tony Stark:

One Month

Bucky Barnes:

(Un)Happy Independence Day

HEAD-CANNONS:

Iplier Egos Love Languages

Iplier Egos Favorite Non-Video Games

Iplier Egos Feelings About Physical Affection / Pet Names

Iplier Egos Relate to Encanto Songs

Iplier Egos with Pregnant Wife

Dragon Ball Males with Pregnant Wife

Dragon Ball Males with Pregnant Wife (Trunks Edition)

[writing-gifts]

part 9 of the incubus!doppio au aka we'll make it work

its been a long while since the last update so super brief recap: reader found a frog transformed gio in the forest and is currently on their way to one of his relatives to reverse it!

AO3 Link

List of parts

tag list: @wasabi-mommy @mistabrainr0t @the-average-mastermind @risottosplug @ohohimhere @ppribcess-br1 @greatpostunknown @cremaopinios

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You gather your few belongings while Doppio readies himself in the bathroom. Once he was finished all of you would be heading straight for the train station. Abbaccchio watches you from the bed like cats tend to. However, the end of his tail twitches back and forth signaling that he’s agitated about something.

You zip up your bag and smirk. “You’re already annoyed and the day just started.”

“Hmph, I’m not exactly looking forward to hiding in your bag again,” he says.

“Oh please. You can get out as soon as we're outside and then it's 5 minutes tops when we get to the station. You’ll be okay.”

You move your backpack next to the dresser where Giorno still sits content in his container of water. You'd clean that up right before leaving so he could get as much moisture as possible.

“About last night--” Abbacchio starts.

Giorno opens an eye at that, but you barely react because of course he knows. You and Doppio weren't exactly being very quiet. You had just thought the cat wasn't interested in bringing it up (and you preferred it that way), but would he really be Abbacchio if he didn’t?

“Doppio has it under control so can we not argue about the same thing again?” You ask without looking back at him, though it was more of a plea than a question.

Before the feline can dissent, Doppio exits the bathroom. His hair is done up, though a few strands stick out from his braid.

You quickly switch your focus over to him. “Ready to head out?”

He moves a piece of hair out of his face. “Uh huh.”

“Okay, let me just get Giorno.”

After you move the frog out of his container and into your jacket pocket, you quickly clean up his makeshift “pond” and herd everyone out of the room. The walk from the hotel to the station doesn't take too long though you're very hungry by the time you arrive. You didn't have time to eat a full meal beforehand, but fortunately you packed snacks.

You chew on a granola bar on the train. You try to be careful but stray crumbs litter your lap. “You sure you don't want any?” you ask Doppio. He sits next to you, staring outside the train window at the passing landscape.

Your friend shakes his head. “I'm not hungry.”

You continue snacking on the sugary bar before speaking again. "Do you even need to eat food? You said you don't need sex and I’ve obviously seen you eat, but how does it exactly work?

Doppio leans back in his seat and places his hands in his lap. “Both sex and food give me energy, but the energy from food doesn't last long. I could overfill myself and be hungry 2 hours later. And food doesn't help with sleepiness either so I need to actually go to bed. Sex cures both and lasts longer.”

The explanation was clear and concise. He must have explained it many times before. You purse your lips still confused though. You had sometimes seen Doppio go most of the day without food so things weren’t adding up...Unless he was still having sex sometimes?

“...But the last time you ate was yesterday?”

"Yea but recently I've had energy that seems to come out of nowhere. I even feel fully rested though I wasn't able to get back to sleep last night.”

“That’s strange. Do you remember when you got these boosts of energy?”

He thinks for a moment. “...They were a while ago, so other than yesterday and right now, not really.”

“Yesterday?”

“After we got off the train and were walking to that fast food place. I still felt exhausted but it was definitely way better than before."

He did seem more awake and less irritable after you had finished eating, but other than the food you didn't know what had helped.

"Well try to keep it in mind. There's most likely a connection,” you say.

You finish up your bar and put the wrapper in one of your backpack's pockets, jostling Abbacchio in the process. You ignore his displeased grumbles and continue speaking to Doppio. “You know you're very different from what I’ve read about incubi. Like with how all this energy stuff works...Is this how it is for all incubi and succubi?”

“Most likely not.” He pauses and starts to jiggle his leg. “‘Er...I’m actually only part incubus.”

Your brows raise. “Wait really?”

“I'm half human, half incubus. It's just easier to say I'm an incubus though with how I was raised.”

That has you reconsidering many things, especially about Diavolo. He wasn't a demon possessing a demon, he was a demon possessing a half human! You need to tell Bruno this as soon as you get back.

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Early afternoon your group reaches its destination. You and Doppio walk outside of the station into the fresh air. The sun shines down directly on you but luckily it isn't unbearably hot. A distance from where you both stand is a gravely road cutting through the unruly grass.

Once you get far enough away from the small group of people leaving the station, you let Abbacchio out of your bag and move Giorno out of your pocket and onto your shoulder. You then pull out your phone and open your GPS to get directions to the farm.

It’s an hour and half of walking along the road and taking breaks under the shade of the sparse trees before a small house in the midst of a field comes into view. There’s also a barn not too far away.

You plan to go up to the house and knock on the door, but part way there a man calls out a greeting to your group from a fenced area filled with chickens. His size is almost intimidating but his face is kind. He seems to be in his mid to late 50s but looks very fit. He jogs up to your group before glancing at Abbacchio who is sitting a small distance behind you. He then raises a brow at you most likely due to the amphibian on your shoulder.

"I don’t believe I’ve seen you lot before, but what can I do for you today?" the man asks. You notice his light English accent.

"Are you Jonathan Joestar?” you ask.

“Yes, that's me.”

You glance at Giorno and move the shoulder he sits on forward. "Okay this’ll sound crazy, but this is your nephew and he was turned into a frog."

Giorno readjusts his position and looks up at Jonathan. "Uncle it's me Giorno. I ran away from home."

The man's brow furrows and he steps back involuntarily. "Giorno? What happened to you?”

“I'll explain later. I need you to change me back first.”

He collects himself (as best as he can) and nods. "How do I do that exactly?"

“He needs a kiss from royalty,” you say. “Like the story but it doesn't have to be a princess or prince.”

Jonathan rubs the back of his neck. “But I'm no longer royalty.”

“That's fine, the person just had to be at some point. I don't know how it works but Bru--the witch told us it would still count,” you say.

“Well if it’ll help Giogio then there’s no point asking any more questions.”

You let Giorno climb onto your palm and pass him over to Jonathan. The farmer lifts Giorno up with both hands and places a kiss on his small froggy head.

Before you can really take in the silly scene, Giorno begins to glow. A glow that increases in intensity to the point that it feels like looking at the sun. He jumps off Jonathan’s hand just as his body starts to take a different form and size. For a moment there’s a lull and then suddenly a firework of sparks shoots off him. Everyone around him shuts their eyes.

When you open your own, the sparkles are gone and their place is a well dressed young man with immaculate styled blond hair flowing part way down his back. He looked laughably high class next to the rest of you.

You’re still taken aback by the display of magic you had just bared witness to and end up wordlessly gaping for several seconds before you can properly speak again.

“I-I did not expect you to look like that!”

Giorno looks at you, unbothered by your inappropriate outburst. “What did you think I'd look like?”

“Um I don't know, but the blonde hair wasn't there...”

Unlike you, Doppio and Jonathan look mostly unaffected by Giorno’s transformation.

Jonathan gives the blonde a relieved smile. “Erina is going to be so happy to see you, Giogio. It’s been so long since your last visit.”

“I would visit more often but you know how Father is.”

Jonathan's smile becomes forlorn. “Yes, unfortunately.” He turns towards you and Doppio. “Thank you for bringing Giorno here.”

Unsure of how else to respond, you smile and accept the thanks.

Doppio doesn't verbally reply but also smiles.

“Can I get your names?”

“I'm _____ and this is my friend Doppio.” You point over your shoulder. “And Abbacchio is the cat that's following us. He’s the witch’s...pet.”

Doppio gives his own greeting and Abbacchio continues to stare silently.

“What an interesting group,” Jonathan says most likely in reaction to Abbacchio.

“_____ found me in the forest and convinced the witch to reveal how to reverse it. Then they made a 2 day trip to get here.” Giorno looks at you, his smile kind and genuine. “Thank you.”

“Oh you're welcome. It's no problem really...” Your statement feels unfinished as you had started it but didn’t know where it was going.

“It means a lot to me though. Who knows where I’d be right now if you hadn't found me in the forest.”

You can feel yourself grinning way too hard. So much praise could be overwhelming at times. In an attempt to try to force it down you look elsewhere and end up locking eyes with Doppio. He looks like he wants to say something but he just turns away instead.

“Well now that that is taken care of, why don't we all head inside,” Jonathan suggests. “I’m sure you're all tired from traveling here so you can stay as long as you need.”

“Just the night is fine. I have work on Monday so we need to head back early in the morning.” You hadn't really thought about work the whole way here, but now that you did, it has you wanting to stay longer.

“That’s too bad. The least I can do is ask a friend to drive you to the train station in the morning so you don't have to walk back.”

“That would be great, thank you!”

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As typical for you, you lay wide awake.

When you first hit the bed the dregs of your energy seeped out of you and you were out cold. Unfortunately you had woken up randomly a few hours later and couldn't get back to sleep. Abbacchio had even run off when you wouldn’t stop moving around to get comfortable again.

You get out of bed to leave the guest room and make your way quietly to the living room.

Doppio lays asleep on the sofa. You tiptoe towards him and gently poke his freckled nose. It immediately twitches before he rolls on his side to face the back of the couch. You hold back a giggle and instead gently shake him awake. He grumbles before laying on his back again.

His eyes open a sliver, but it takes a moment for him to process your presence. “....____? What’s wrong?”

“I can't sleep. Soooo I was thinking: Why not invite Doppio?”

The incubus doesn't get flustered like you expect. “Huh--Invite where?”

“Do you want to share the bed again?” you ask more clearly.

His stutters bring a pleased look to your face, but eventually he manages to answer.

“Um okay.”

He gets up with his blanket and pillow and follows you to the guest room. The lamp light in the room reveals Doppio's flushed face. You then both get into bed, Doppio a bit awkwardly but it’s a much bigger improvement from the hotel. Once he lays next to you, you tell him to turn around. He nods and lays on his side, his back facing you. You throw your arm over him before settling up close behind him. The hair that sticks out of his messy bun tickles your face.

“Woah, your hair smells really nice!”

Doppio smiles to himself. “I’m trying this new shampoo…”

Even though you still weren’t sure what to do about your feelings, you did know that you wouldn't mind being able to do stuff like this more often.

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You hadn't had breakfast yet since Erina insisted on feeding all of you. She let you know that the food was usually ready around the time Jonathan finished his morning chores. So you decide to wait outside while Doppio gets ready. It was going to take awhile for him to finish styling his hair in that complicated braid he usually wore.

You gently sway back and forth on the porch swing while watching Giorno help his uncle tend to some of the cows. They’re too far away for you to hear their conversation but they seem to be enjoying their time together. Abbacchio lays curled up next to you sleeping. You wonder what cat things he had gotten up to last night since he didn't return to your room.

Half an hour later, you’re all inside eating. Doppio didn't want to, but Erina wasn’t having any of it so the incubus tries to eat enough that it looks convincing. The incubus appears well rested so you assume he must have gotten good sleep, but maybe the surge of energy was happening again. You’ll have to ask him about it later.

After a delicious fry-up and nice conversation that you and Doppio mostly listen in on, you start preparing for the trip back home.

“Giogio you have everything?” Erina asks.

“Yes aunty,” Giorno replies.

“Ah I still can’t believe how much you've grown since I've last seen you. I'm sorry we couldn't be around more often and I really wish you could stay.” There’s an underlying sadness in her voice.

“It's not your fault...”

You and Doppio sit together in the living room waiting patiently for your ride. The walls are thin so the two of you are unintentional auditors of the conversation taking place in the dining room. Either way you thought it was nice how Giorno’s aunt and uncle were so caring of him.

Before the family can join you and Doppio, ringing sounds from the kitchen. You hear the phone being answered and a moment later everyone walks into the living room.

“Speedwagon's outside,” Jonathan informs you.

Giorno picks up the bag full of items his family had packed for him--food, a phone, and hygiene items along with some clothing that was quickly bought yesterday--before walking outside. Doppio follows out next with his own stuff.

You’re about to yell out for Abbacchio since he hadn’t been waiting with you and Doppio but you see him brushing against Erina’s dress. She bends down and pets him on the head. You almost roll your eyes at the sight knowing the type of cattitude you had to put up with from him. Even before you found out he could talk! Guess he was more fond of older folk.

While loading everything into Speedwagon's truck you ask Giorno a question. “Are you sure you don't want to stay here with your uncle and aunt?”

You had talked with the man the day before about living arrangements. For now he would be staying at your home, but you felt he would be more comfortable staying with family.

“I'm sure. If my father finds out that I'm staying here--which he would eventually--he’ll cause a commotion.”

You pause what you’re doing. “Does he really dislike Mr. Joestar that much?”

“Yes and he’s unreasonably petty. It would be better if I reside somewhere else until I can get on my own feet. Or until he’s properly dealt with.”

Jonathan really didn't seem like the abrasive type at all so it sounded like a one sided sibling rivalry to you. But it wasn't really your business so you don't pry anymore.

Your group says one last goodbye to Jonatahn and Erina before getting on the truck and departing. Giorno and Doppio insisted on you sitting in the only passenger seat. And Abbacchio joined you, but you can tell he hates being in this loud and shaky truck. It was better than being in the cargo bed though. Speedwagon opened the back window so you all could still talk.

"My home is pretty small. I hope that it isn't too uncomfortable," you say. Along with Doppio sometimes staying for days at a time. It would definitely feel crowded.

“I feel slightly ashamed to say this, but I might be somewhat sheltered so it’ll take me some time to adjust,” Giorno replies.

“Well if you're anything like your uncle im sure youll get used to it Giorno,” Speedwagon chimes in.

The more you learned about Giorno, the more curious you became about his life.

“Well I have to work a decent amount of the time so you'll at least get some space, if Doppio isn't there. But there’s a guest room that you’ll have all to yourself.”

Doppio frowns. He spent more time in your house than you knew, and it wouldn't be as relaxing with someone who wasn't you there. Unaware of your friend’s disapproval, you stretch your arms in front of you, careful not to disturb the overstimulated cat on your lap. This not so small adventure was a nice change in your usual surroundings and schedule, but you were ready to get back to your own home.

[sohin-ace]

Doppio - Frog Princess

Fairy tale AU and lots of love for my small man.

Doppio dragged his feet across the garden, restless and desperate. He sighed and whined to himself, taking the opportunity of being all alone to voice his pain and concerns, something he was never allowed to do.

"Aww jeez... This prince life isn't made for me..."

He huffed again and tugged at his very uncomfortable, gold adorned collar that was almost suffocating him.

Doppio looked around him, sure enough, the tall trees surrounding him did a great job at hiding him from the potential workers on the castle grounds that could possibly be looking for him.

He could finally have a little moment for himself and sneak out, maybe to cry to himself a little bit.

"O-ow... That still hurts..." The boy whined and rubbed on his bruised fingers, the results of angry professors punishing him for each mistakes he made. "I'm no good, I can't do anything right..."

That's right. Prince Doppio was a clumsy and anxious boy who lacked capacity in every domain. He always tried his best and obeyed every and each order, he wasn't undisciplined, oh no, young Doppio was a good boy.

He was just bad. He hardly managed to keep the required straight stance for more than ten seconds, was better at petting the horses than at riding them, couldn't follow etiquette at all, or protocol, was extremely forgetful and sadly, mother nature did not grace him with the strongest physical traits a young man his age was expected to have.

"Tch... Trish was so popular everyone courted her and she was so easy to marry, but me... No one would want to marry a good-for-nothing like me..."

He angrily kicked some rock and held his back that cracked at the movement, in pain, squeezing his eyes shut and sobbing at the sore feeling. That last lesson of fencing went so terribly wrong, how did the others do it?

"I'm so tired... Why meee...?"

"Ribbit!"

"Huh?" Doppio was startled at the very sudden but intriguing croaky sound and approached its direction near the pond.

He couldn't see anything at first, but then a tiny little creature jumped out of its hiding place. Doppio's honey eyes widened and he quickly wiped his warm tears, crouching down towards the animal.

"A frog!" He exclaimed happily, almost like a small child, new to the world. "Hi! You're so tiny, what's your name?"

"Ribbit!"

He knew very well the animal couldn't respond to him with actual words, but just the feeling of having even a one-sided conversation soothed a bit of his loneliness down. He cupped his hands together to invite the frog in, and the animal obliged by jumping on them.

He looked down and observed the chubby little creature. It had the cutest, roundest eyes, almost sparkly in the dim forest light, its green color was so bright and homogenous, there weren't any marks or patterns that frogs usually had on their skin. Even its limbs were tiny and soft, Doppio couldn't help but pet it with one careful and shaky finger.

"O-ooh! Oh my god!" He squealed uncontrollably. "You're so squishy!"

"Ribbit ribbit!"

The quiet and high-pitched croak felt so pleasant to his ears, it meddled with the sound of the water next to him and made him feel so much at peace. He loved to hear that cute sound and how the frog's belly puffed up like a balloon with each croak.

"What are you? A boy or a girl? I'd say you're a girl because you're super pretty and have a tiny voice."

"Ribbit Ribbit! Ribbit Ribbit!"

Doppio gasped loudly. "D-did I get it right?! Oohh yes!! That's so cool! Well... Not like I would have minded if you were a boy... Or both... Wait, do frogs have genders? Oh it doesn't matter."

The young prince felt like this frog was currently the only thing keeping him sane. He had no one else to talk to, there was no one who actually cared for his own well-being and he had no friends.

The only real person to actually show him some kind of recognition and love was none other than the King Diavolo himself. But even his sweet words and affection seemed somewhat back-handed and laced with pressure and severity.

"You know, you're lucky, little thing..." Doppio started with melancholy. "You don't have to worry so much about your life... I'm bad at everything and I'm all alone... I don't know what to do..."

"Ri-rib, ribbit!"

"Even if a nice princess wanted to marry me, I would turn her down because she would deserve better... Sometimes I wish I could disappear..."

"Ribb-ribbit!"

Doppio's eyes softened on the small frog. That's how sad and pathetic he was. Talking his problems out with a frog.

"Why do I feel like you actually understand me...? Thank you for listening to me and being my only friend."

Without even thinking, he lifted the small frog and brought it towards his face, giving it the tiniest of pecks. He smiled at how weird the feeling was, the animal was cold and slightly humid, a bit sticky too which he did not mind surprisingly.

He sighed and looked up mindlessly before his eyes were suddenly striked by a blinding flash of light.

"Wh-what the hell?!"

The light flashed brighter and brighter, coming from the frog in his hands. What was going on?

Doppio could only drop the creature and shield his eyes with his arms desperately as the frog sparkled like a thousand fireflies and grew in size.

The boy squinted his eyes shut and fell back right onto his butt before he felt a strong weight pressing on him, the mass eventually pinning him down onto the ground.

"U-uughh..." He groaned and rubbed his head, a sharp headache from the harsh light hitting his sensitive eyes still slowly fading.

He looked down only for his eyes to widen like saucers. He couldn't believe what he was currently witnessing and thought that maybe he went blind from the flash and was hallucinating right now.

The weight on top of him revealed to be the figure of a girl laying unconscious. He couldn't see her face buried in his chest, but he could make out her beautiful hair, smooth skin tone and the very frilly green dress she was wearing.

And that wasn't just any dress either, the golden ornaments, the tulle, the silk, the lace, the satin... That was an expensive dress, was she...could she be... A nobleswoman? A baroness? A...

...A princess?

"A-aah..." The girl moaned quietly before pushing herself up, not without struggle and Doppio gasped.

"A-are you okay signori-..." The boy could barely finish his sentence and only mumbled open-mouthed nonsense.

He was beyond mesmerized at the beauty who had just ever-so-slowly lifted her face up to look at him. Her shining wide eyes, her innocent glossy lips, her rose dusted cheeks and her hair framing her perfect face made him believe he just stumbled into some sort of forest Goddess.

"Ah-I... U-uuhm.. Y-you...uh.. W-ah-...eh... I-I'm..." He stammered awkwardly, his brain melting like ice in summer as his face and ears burned a crimson red, his breath catching in his now dry throat.

"Ah! My stars!" The girl gasped as she hovered over the immensely flustered prince. "I am so sorry! I must be crushing you!"

The young girl fretted anxiously before trying to scramble over on her knees and straighten herself up to give the poor man some much needed space, but as soon as she did, she was hit with a wave of dizziness and lost balance again. Doppio was quick to sit up and catch her against his chest, wrapping careful arms around her.

"A-are you okay, miss? What happened to you? What's going on?" The boy asked worriedly, regaining his composure slowly.

"Ah y-yes... It's just... It's been so long since I've been glamoured..."

"You've been... Glamoured?" Doppio couldn't be more confused than this, but the girl explained further as she leaned back slightly.

Her name was Y/N L/N, daughter of the King L/N. Many years ago, she had been the victim of a curse cast by the one and only sorcerer Dio, who was overcome by fury and rage against anyone affiliated with the Joestar Empire, or those who refused to become one of his pets, casting spells after spells, and curses after curses.

"He turned me into a frog and swore to me that nobody would ever come to save me from my demise... But you..." Y/N looked up at Doppio's honey eyes and couldn't help the tears pooling at her eyes.

She was free, at last.

"I was all alone... And you came here... My savior..."

Her soft voice cracked with thick emotions and she stared into Doppio's golden eyes with soft ones, her vision blurred by warm tears. Doppio gasped lightly, moved by her story and she shyly wiped her tears.

"A-ah, forgive me! How shameful of me, to weep in front of a prince like this... I'm just.. So..."

"No, princess, don't apologize." He gently held her wrists to pull them away from her timid face. "You have the right to be overwhelmed... Nobody's here, besides... I cried too, earlier, in front of you. Nothing wrong with showing your emotions."

She sighed dreamily at his gentle words and soft touches, the now more confident boy stirring her heart. "What is your name, my prince?"

"Doppio." He gulped, stiff as a rock at her saccharine gaze and tone. "Doppio Vinegar."

"You're a good person, Doppio..." She breathed out, her words dripping with warm sincerity. Doppio's heart could only skip beats at each and every one of her actions.

The boy may be clumsy and bashful, he surely wasn't dense. He well knew he was deeply falling in love with this frog princess, but something in him told him she may not be completely disinterested in him either, despite his overall appearance and personality.

But maybe, just maybe, it was because she didn't know him enough. She didn't know this extent of his foolishness, how worthless of a man he truly was. This was the perfect opportunity for her to just push him away and run back home, only to never see him again.

But against all he could have ever expected, he was completely shaken out of his low self-esteem filled transe when he felt her leaning her delicate hands and head against his chest, closing her eyes and relishing in his warm hold still on her.

"Prince Doppio... I feel so safe when I'm in your arms... I'll forever be grateful for granting me my deepest wish..." She lifted her head just enough to look at his blushing freckled face, his mouth agape. "How could I ever reward you?"

Was she... Really serious? Nobody has ever told him they felt good around him. Nobody has ever felt safe around the small and skinny man that was Doppio. Could he be strong enough for her?

Well one thing was positive, he didn't want to let her go, and if he had to eat razor blades to protect her, he would do it without batting an eye.

She actually wanted to, or at least seemed to, stay with him. She felt grateful, for him, of all people!

He hoped she wouldn't hear his heart go feral in his chest. She would do... Anything for him? Could he be selfish? Could he ask the inimaginable? Would she say yes? He wouldn't force her but... He would love to think about himself only, just this once in his life.

He had nothing to lose.

He gently grabbed both her hands in his surprisingly big ones, squeezing gently and rubbing his thumbs over her soft skin, as if to want to imprint his love onto her.

"Ma-... Marry me, Princess Y/N!" He confessed with loud yet clear determination. "Please, be mine! I will cherish you like my most prized treasure, you will never be alone and feel unsafe again! I promise my entire life to you, please promise me yours!"

She widened her eyes at his sudden assertiveness and his strong, meaningful words. The pink boy in front of her shook her heart in so many ways, and she had already lost everything to Dio in the past. She had absolutely no reason to deny, now did she?

The girl smiled bright and slowly pulled her hands out of his grasp, only to immediately wrap her arms around her hero's neck, nuzzling her face against him lovingly.

"Yes! I accept... my sweet Doppio."

[jaderabbitt]

diavolo not being an asshole!au idea

playing horror games together where you’re on his lap and he uses epitaph to warn you about jump scares/time skips irrelevant dialogue