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joestarfoundation · 9 months ago

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I'd love to see first times or wedding nights with the jojos. Love your work ♡

JOJOS: Wedding Night. . .

I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Since I really hate excluding characters, after this I'll post some wedding headcanons for Jolyne. I'll also publish another first time post w/ the jojos, thanks for the idea anon! This time I'll try writing longer drabbles so, perhaps in the future, I will write one shots. I think you can tell that at first I didn't want to do it, but then I said "nah, let's write something longer instead"

JoJos x Fem!Reader

Honeymoon sex drabble

Jonathan, Don! Giorno: Your honeymoon has finally arrived and you are beyond excited. The months leading up to this moment have been filled with wedding planning, stress, and nerves, but now that you are here, everything feels perfect. You melt into the kiss, your hands running through his hair and pulling him even closer

You turn around to see your new husband, him, walking towards you with a glass of champagne in hand. He looks just as excited as you are, a smile stretching from ear to ear. He hands you the champagne and you clink glasses, taking a sip and savoring the sweet taste.

As you sit on the balcony, basking in the warm sun, you can't help but feel a surge of desire for him. The way his eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the way his lips curve into a smirk when he catches you looking at him, it all makes you want him even more

You set your champagne glass down and turn to face him. Your hands reach out, pulling him closer to you until his body is pressed against yours. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and your body responds by pressing even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and making you shiver with anticipation. As he begins to undress you, his lips never leaving yours, you feel a wave of excitement wash over you; the anticipation of finally being intimate with your husband

He couldn't help but notice your beautiful veil, which he witnessed yesterday at the wedding, so when you undressed, he didn't take off your veil

Tenderly, you both made love, him making you bounce on his cock, his mouth leaving many marks on your neck, while he called you his goddess, and in that moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world <3

The rest of your honeymoon is filled with passionate nights and lazy mornings, spent in each other's arms and you couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate the beginning of your married life together nsfw link

Joseph, Jotaro: This is your honeymoon, the first night of your married life, and you can't wait to spend it with the love of your life. His hands travel down your body, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his strength, his possessiveness, and it only turns you on more. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. You moan softly, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continues his journey down your body

He reaches the hem of your dress, his hands sliding up your thighs as he lifts the fabric up, revealing your lacy lingerie. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you

You reach his pants and quickly undo them, freeing his throbbing dick. He groans as you take him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip, driving him wild with pleasure. He grips your hair, guiding you as you continue to pleasure him. Although it wasn't exactly his intention, he was quite abrupt, moving your head against his big cock

But you are not satisfied yet. You want him inside you, filling you completely. You stand up and take off your dress, revealing your naked body to him. He knelt behind you, his eyes roaming your curves before he grabbed your hips and pushed you towards him, entering you in one swift motion

The feeling of him inside you is overwhelming, and you can't help but moan loudly. He starts moving, his thrusts rough and powerful, taking you to new heights of pleasure

The sound of your skin slapping against each other fills the room, along with your moans and his growls. He pounds into you, his hands gripping your hips as he brings you to your climax nsfw link

Josuke, Johnny: As you lay in the luxurious hotel bed, your new husband stands before you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It's your honeymoon, and you can already feel the excitement and anticipation building in your body

He slowly walks towards you, his gaze never leaving yours as he removes his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. You can't help but feel a surge of desire at the sight of him. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss before moving down to your neck, his hands exploring your body

As he continues to explore your body with his lips and hands, you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You want him, need him, and he knows it

He finally reaches your core, his tongue expertly teasing and flicking against your most sensitive spot. You moan his name, your hands gripping the sheets as he brings you to orgasm

But he's not done with you yet. He pulls you up, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only makes you want him more

He made you get on top of him, and grabbing your hips, he pushed you down towards him, and with one smooth thrust, he's inside you. The feeling of being connected to him in such an intimate way sends a wave of pleasure through your body

He sets a slow and steady pace, making sure to hit all the right spots, but with the passage of time he starts to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more urgent. You can feel the pleasure building in your pussy, and you know you're close

With one final thrust, you both reach your climax, crying out each other's names as you both experience the most mind-blowing orgasm

As you both come down from your high, he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as you both catch your breath. You can feel his love for you radiating from his body, and in this moment, you've never felt more loved and cherished<3 nsfw link

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divasae · 7 days ago

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yandere male manipulator x reader

desc: manipulation, dubious consent, intoxication, sleazy best friend, male yandere, etc.

note: may or may not have realized that the beginning sounds like the start of an essay halfway through but it gets better later TRUST.

word count: 1.2k♡

We can often classify a typical “yandere” into two categories in both fiction and the real world. There’s the yandere that will unabashedly control your life as if they were a puppeteer, hoping the person they dote on will adjust to their needs. Well, there’s about a 50/50 chance this could work in favor of the yandere, depending on the person's mindset.

However, the success rate for the second type of yandere would arguably be significantly higher, due to the sneaky nature of this type of yandere. These are the type of yandere that will conceal their every move, while actively manipulating you to bring you closer to them. This manipulative behavior can stem from financially abusing you to even cutting off close relatives in your life who can see through their facade.

The reason why their success rate is much higher is due to their skill in manipulating and gaslighting individuals, making them very conniving and shady. However, they tend to be charming as well, keeping a smile on their face while actively engaging in destructive activities that will tend to affect you.

Unfortunately for you, this was the category a certain admirer of yours happened to fall into as well. He was a very close friend of yours, in fact! You were just such a naive person, practically letting just about anyone into your life, with no warning radars blaring off in your head. When he would place his hands on your shoulder, you wouldn’t even think anything of it! Well, a hand on your friend's shoulder is a pretty normal thing, is it not? What was not normal however was that leering gaze he had while looking at your body, as well as that roaming hand that seemed to be getting a bit too bold as it traveled further below your back.

Indeed, he was quite a sloppy yandere, but it worked in his favor that you were just so unsuspecting, and so unaware of your surroundings. Well, fear not, he was here to protect you from the sleazy guys that eyed you (never mind him, that's different). However, he knew from the start that you weren’t going to fall into his arms just like that. You were so horrible to him really, giving the most unworthy men a chance, while completely sidelining him. It bruised his ego substantially, but he knew how to get you to come his way.

You were just so stupid, it made the chase as easy as a cakewalk. All it took was a few drinks at a party for you to stumble into a room and get on top of him. It may seem underwhelming, when there was all that buildup about him being a manipulative yandere, only to do that. Well, he’s quite used to getting underestimated, but unfortunately for you, that was just the tip of the iceberg.

As you dozed off while clinging onto him, he carefully took your hand off of him, to disappear into the night, leaving you to rest. He felt like a madman just leaving you there, after getting exactly what he had wanted. He wanted to ravish you over and over again so badly, but there was a process to everything, and he needed to stick to it.

When he woke up the next day, he immediately felt giddy all over, just calculating what exact moment he should call you. Once you had picked up his call, he listened to your sobs as you recounted last night, with no clue of who you had slept with. With no shame, he immediately began to say it would be all okay, and how he didn’t even have the slightest hunch, or else he would have stopped you. He consoled you with a sweet voice, saying he should have kept a more watchful eye on you, and that he’d never let it happen again.

It was only natural for you to be so upset. Despite what it seemed, you were quite inexperienced and considered sleeping with someone to be a sacred act of love. It was so sappy honestly, it could give him a toothache. But he knew exactly how he could twist it to his own advantage. With that, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he cunningly consoled you for what he had caused.

So you trusted him. You trusted the very guy that got the both of you drunk with the intention to sleep with you. They say that the shame would be on the trickster for tricking you once, but the next time they do it, the shame would be on you for being so gullible. Oh, it played out almost exactly how it did last time. However, you would be in for a sweet surprise once you went back to your own house.

This time, he made sure to take snapshots of your body, littered with his love bites and grip marks at your waist. As he printed out the photos to leave at your doorstep, he laughed to himself as he thought of how you would react. To say you were terrified was an understatement. The very first thing you did was call your friend in tears, distressed about the nature of these pictures, as well as the person’s intentions.

He consoled you even further, wiping your tears with his thumb and saying it would all be okay. Oh, if only you had taken a second to take in a good look at his face. He was saying one thing with his mouth, but his facial expressions were saying another thing entirely. He was in glee as you cried into his arms, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

Perhaps it was how he was there during your very worst, that made you start to see him in a different light. He was so caring, so engaged with your life, to the point where he would know exactly who in your social circle was not good for you. He even moved in with you when you felt paranoid, and comforted you in the wee hours of the night.

Slowly, but surely, you did come his way. As he made you cut off absolute nuisances in your life that tried to get in his way of making you his, you began to depend on him much more than you used to. So, when he had finally made a move, you didn’t protest this time and simply let it happen. After all, he was the only person that genuinely wished the best for you, and would never take advantage of you.

He previously thought that the best way to make you come to him was to entrap you in a cage like you would a bird. However, if you put a bird in a cage, it will always be intent on escaping, running the moment it can seize an opportunity to escape. However, if you clipped that same bird’s wings, it would never be able to escape. You would make it solely dependent on you, as it knows it could never survive without you.

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JJK - Gojo, Geto

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 6 months ago

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What WOULD'VE happen if its the jofoes who saw a kid up skirting reader aka their darling?

I know they're villains and is very much cruel, but they wouldn't kill a child...right? (1-8, since the jofoes in P-9 haven't been revealed yet.)

Hmmm I could see a couple of instances of that happening, sadly (but I mean they are villains, but some are more restrained than others, perhaps more for image than anything)

Yandere! Part 1 (Pre Vampire) Dio - I could see this going with him yanking the brats hair and shoving them to the ground. It’s fairly easy for him to maintain his positive status to outsiders, so he could have something happen to them later (but I’d consider this the best outcome for that kid).

Yandere! Post Vampire Dio

Big chance this kid may die by being manipulated by Dio himself, he might decide to turn them/zombify them by apologizing and groveling (chance they could attack their own family). There’s also a chance the kid could just flat out be devoured by the other zombies, the blond wouldn’t even flinch at that. If he’s sorely out of patience he might kill/maim them himself, but it never would come to that. Keep in mind Dio was the type to turn a mother into a vampire and she ended up eating her own child.

Yandere! Kars

Absolutely no cares given about slaughtering a child, not even joking here. He only cares about you, not some slimy brat that decided to pull some nonsense on you. He’d probably lick you clean of the blood afterwards as well. No matter how mad or upset you got, would not make him anymore remorseful for the dead body strewn on the ground.

Yandere! Part 3 DIO

You’d more than likely be held captive in the mansion he’s in, within Egypt so this happening is unlikely. But in the unlikely event something like this happens, he’ll state how brazenly stupid such a move was. Unless he can use the kid in someway, he really doesn’t care what happens to them. So he might “punish” the kid as he sees it fit or have a stand user take care of them.

Yandere! Yoshikage Kira

As long as this kid didn’t see his rather “unusual” indulgences in the past, he doesn’t see a need to murder them right there, though I could see him consider it internally, where the kid wouldn’t be seen. He’s absolutely miffed however, and does grab their hand in a painful way though. Gives them the nastiest glare and reprimand there is, and the kid probably runs off heavily unsettled.

Yandere! Diavolo

Doppio is likely the one to take care of this of course, not that Diavolo he himself isn’t miffed. This probably just makes him consider to keep you locked away somewhere permanently. (This probably happens shortly after this little thing). Doppio makes sure to get it through this kids head, with the harshest grip known to man, that you don’t go doing that to anyone. Let alone anyone he or his boss likes.

Yandere! Enrico Pucci

His reaction is interesting, he is irritated perhaps even a bit visibly by this child’s behavior. He can’t let this kid get away with deciding to upskirt his darling either. He also is a priest image wise, so he has that to consider when punishing this adolescent person. He still has a firm grip on them and decides to take them aside and talk. He’ll face away from you while doing so, and moments later the kid is suddenly apologizing. You can’t tell if Pucci has an uncanny knack for speaking with people or if it’s something else. (It’s likely both).

Yandere! Funny Valentine

He’ll stop this kid almost immediately and there’s a sound of a smack to the back of the head. A stern look and a small speech about respect, Funny Valentine somehow manages to make the kid shame with those words. He wouldn’t let the kid run either and would personally escort them back home to their parents. As busy as he is as a president something childish like that won’t be overlooked by him. There’s a brief dark look in his eye, he can pull the strings to make things happen, he just doesn’t feel the need to expend them here. He does ask you to follow him closer for now on, (maybe an extra guard but he finds it more efficient to be the one to protect you)

Yandere! Toru

He certainly doesn’t appreciate it, and somehow they end up tripping or have some little mishap happen. Yet there’s a bit of a hum in his voice when he tells them he shouldn’t be doing such a thing to people. Any anger or frustration that gets thrown off at Toru, he nonchalantly brushes off. Suggesting the kid apologize, and nothing more will come of it. But there is a stern veiled threat in there somewhere that makes the kid decide to walk off.

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years ago

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Having a soft side wasn't exactlyJotaro's thing. He never liked the idea of people thinking he had feelings. The only thing he let them see was his stoic face and his "bad" attitude.

He didn't want people to see his sensitive side. He hated showing that weak part of him. He thought it would be ironic for a man as buff and with an appearance as tough as his to be seen as soft.

Nobody knew that side of his. Not his friends, not his grandpa, not even his mom. It was concerning that he never cried. Not a single tear could be ever seen falling from his ocean-like eyes.

Well, at least everyone thought that he didn't cry. In fact, he did. But not in public. Jotaro clearly didn't like showing emotions where people could see him.

His emotions were always under control in public. And if it stayed that way, it would be perfect.

If nobody noticed his troubles, he was safe.

But then you appeared.

And everything changed.

You saw right through his mask and never hesitated to ask him...

"Is everything alright, Jojo?"

In that sweet, melodious even, voice of yours. But, to your dismay, the answer was always the same "Yeah", followed by his hat being pulled over his eyes.

He couldn't let you see his mask crumbling when you were around anymore. The fact that it happened so often during the past few weeks made him feel weird.

It was driving him mad.

You were driving him mad.

You, whose kindness he envied.

You, who was always the source of everyone's smile.

You, who deserved the entire world and even more.

You, who were meant to be his.

And Jotaro wasn't a man that gave up on his wishes at all.

You would be his. With everything that would take. So, the next time when that question would roll off your lips, you will be next to him.

And he will finally answer to it truthfully, because, in fact, if you were next to him, everything was alright.

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blackswan7x · 6 months ago

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— jjba: you ride Joseph Joestar’s face

character: Joseph Joestar, female reader

rating: NSFW. minors DNI.

Imagine…

Despite your protests, Joseph insisted he wanted you to sit on his face.

You objected saying you’d much rather lie on your back if he wanted to go down on you, but he wasn’t having it.

“When I say I want you to sit on my face, babe, I mean it. Besides could you imagine a more handsome seat for you. Honestly?” He had gave you his mischievous grin that was so gorgeous sometimes it made you ache.

So of course…you said yes.

Now, he is underneath you. You sit astride is face, positioned so you are resting your hands on his strong pecs and looking at the rest of his naked body. You try to touch his throbbing cock, hard and neglected and leaking precum across his lower stomach but he swats your hand away.

He had made it clear beforehand this was suppose to be all about your pleasure.

Soon, he has you whining and whimpering at the way he enthusiastically laps at your folds and teases your sensitive clit. He sucks hard suddenly and you throw your head back, your hands rest on his firm pecs as your arch your back.

Suddenly, he pulls away from your core.

“FUCK!” He groans loudly, causing you to shiver. “You taste so good, baby. Goddamn.”

He slaps your ass hard and you moan at how good it feels, any pain quickly transforming into endorphins that make you tremble. He grabs your ass with his big, calloused hands and spreads your cheeks apart.

You blush terribly, feeling so exposed to him but some part of you loves being this vulnerable to him.

“Oh my god!” He moans, “You’re dripping me for me.”

Any response you had is quickly lost as his mouth latches on to your engorged clit as two thick fingers press inside your swollen pussy. He curls his fingers in just the right way to stimulate from the inside as he continues his torturous licking of your clit

You rock your hips against his face, really riding him and it only prompts him to chuckle and increase his pace on you. Your thighs begin to shake and you feel the sparks of the pleasure to come deep within your belly

It all becomes too much. The sound of his moans as he worships your pussy. The feeling of his fingers filling you up. The added friction of your own hips grinding against his face. The rush of orgasm ignites within you, setting fire to your entire body.

Joseph works you through your high never stopping his fingers inside you or the suction of his mouth on your clit.

You clutch onto his waist as you cry out. You watch his cock twitch and somehow grow even harder as you moan. You shake and pant as the high leaves you, but you know you could go again.

You don’t care if he’s said this was all about you.

You need to taste him.

You need to give him as much pleasure as he’s given to you.

You lay down on him, already feeling electrified at the way his muscled body presses against your soft curves.

You take his thick length in your hand and begin to stroke him.

“Couldn’t resist me any longer cou— OH GOD!”Joseph’s smug words quickly turn to a groan as you take him fully into your hot mouth.

You use your hand to works his base as you hollow your cheeks and press your tongue along the bottom of his cock. You go until your cheeks ache and part from him with lewd pop of your mouth.

“Your next line is, ‘god, I love you…” you tease, before kissing his tip.

“God!” He moans, his hands gripping your hips, lost in the pleasure you’ve given him, “I love you….hey, wait! Th-that’s my thing!”

You laugh before taking him once more.

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kittwix · 8 months ago

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First Kiss with the Joestars

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Josuke Higashikata (Gappy), Jodio Joestar x Neu! Reader

word count: 5.4k , it's long if you read all of their parts >_<

tags: very sweet; cavity inducing fluff, jodio is a little mean, reader stand isnt specify or implied, reader is gender neutral!

Jonathan Joestar

Your suspicion grew when he had invited you for a picnic out to the vineyard. He had made it obvious that he liked being around you, even at the times when he would be practicing for his Rugby tournaments, he would always encourage you to be there to cheer him up.

He would have everything all planned out, he had his maids prepare the basket for him and even went ahead to pack some of his favorite lunch items; resisting the urge to just eat them right then and there before he could meet up with you.

Upon meeting, he gracefully held the basket with one hand, offering his other arm for you to grasp. He greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand, a faint blush gracing his cheeks, eliciting a chuckle of amusement from you.

"My, my, Jojo.. Have you contrived this all on my behalf?" You stood there, curiosity in your eyes and a small smile, as you watched your boyfriend carefully spread a beautifully sewed quilt over the uneven patches of grass. It was clear that this moment, simple as it might seem, was shaped with intention and care, setting the stage for the intimate afternoon you were about to share together. "Could it be that there is a significant event which has escaped my memory?”

"No, nothing of that sort." Jonathan replied, his smile casting a warmth over you that felt as comforting as sunlight caressing your skin.The sheer sight of him made your tummy flutter with butterflies; his handsomeness was evident, and his disposition was the pinnacle of gentleness. He was the nicest and most sincere boy you'd ever met. "What a delightful day out, wouldn’t you agree? The weather is simply ideal for a luncheon outing with my beloved.”

"Well yes," You hummed, now it was your turn to be embarrassed as you fidgeted with your hands for a moment and watched him take apart the lunch. "I cannot shake the suspicion that you are plotting something. Quite the mischievous schemer, are you not?”

"What? Me? That’s absurd! Do you truly believe me of being capable of such baseness?" Your boyfriend teased, mimicking a frown which prompted you to gently push on his shoulder as you shared a laugh. It was times like this where you could genuinely admire him. You noted the sharp outlines of his chiseled face, and how his kind blue eyes, reminiscent of the deepest sapphires, seemed to sparkle even more under the natural light. And oh, that smile...

You gradually moved closer to him, inch by inch, until there was almost no room between you. He twisted his head, appearing surprised by the sudden closeness, yet there was no sign of disinterest in his reaction. Silence encompassed you both, the world around you dissolving into a distant hum.

Within seconds, you closed your eyes and closed the final gap, your lips meeting his in a sweet, short kiss. It was a brief encounter, lasting only a few seconds before you pulled back, but in his gaze, you could swear you saw stars twinkling back at you. He glanced at you, completely taken aback, his mouth slightly parted as if about to speak, capturing a moment of wonder.

"Wow..." He reacted. "That was certainly not within the scope of my intentions, but I must admit.. It was rather pleasant."

Joseph Joestar

It was mostly his initiation, he likes to joke around with you a little too much but that was just part of his personality that you like so much. Not to mention that he can be pretty unpredictable, making him blunt in ways that just makes you like him even more.

"What do you want now, Joestar?" You asked, crossing your arms at the sight of your tall boyfriend creeping up on you with a stupid smile that could only mean that he was up to no good.

"Ouch! Can't a guy stroll up to his darling and turn on the charm?" He asked, seeming to have pretended to his offensiveness with a hand on his chest as he bats his eyelashes at you. “Anyways, got any plans later?”

“Oh, what’s it to you? Gonna take me out for dinner? Miss Lisa Lisa isn’t going to like the fact that you’re slacking off on your training.” You reiterated back with a little smirk and a hand on your hip. "She doesn't need to know! I can handle almost anything, baby! Just give me a shot, or else you might get kissed." He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, leaning in a bit closer, and you couldn’t help but conceal the smile that was growing on your face. With a playful push, you gently nudged him back, enjoying the flirtatious banter between you. “Is that a threat?” You raised a brow. “Or are you asking something out of me?” “Perhaps.” He answered back and for a second, silence enveloped both of you, heightening the tension in the air. It didn't help matters that he was so close, his scent filling your senses. Glancing around briefly, you released a small sigh, shaking your head in a playful manner. With a tender gesture, you reached out and cupped his cheek, the intimate moment shared between you intensifying.

“You’re impossible.” Your voice was a faint whisper, closing the distance between you as you moved in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss, delicate and sweet, lasted far longer than you had anticipated, but you found yourself loving every moment of it. As you got closer, the temptation to melt into his embrace overcame you, and you could feel his eagerness through the curious movements of his hands, which became bolder by the minute.

However, just as you were about to voice your feelings, the distinct call of Caesar’s voice pierced the intimate bubble you had created, forcing you to regretfully break the kiss. Turning your gaze back to Joseph, you were met with his trademark snarky smile, a look that teetered on the edge of being both endearing and infuriating. He wore his joy openly, quietly bragging to himself about having gained something as simple as a kiss to you. It was a moment that triggered a playful irritation in you, making you want to slap his smug grin away.

As the moment between you faded, you watched him depart with a playful wink cast over his shoulder in your direction before returning back to Caesar. Even as he walked away, his cheeky demeanor left a lingering warm feeling in your heart, a silent promise of more moments like these to treasure.

Jotaro Kujo

On the contrary, it was an accidental kiss and wasn't something that neither of you had planned. It was in front of everyone as well, especially in front of his grandfather, which only heightened the embarrassment of the situation.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, with suspicions that an enemy Stand user, possibly one of Dio's underlings, was involved. This required everyone to be attentive, continuously on the lookout for signs of an attack or sabotage, no matter how bizarre the situation may be at hand. Despite the tension, the moment had allowed for a brief lapse into normalcy as Joseph generously offered to cover the cost of lunch for everyone. You conveyed your gratitude gracefully, humming blissfully to yourself as you devoured the pasta you'd chosen, enjoying the flavors

However, your delight was cut short when you felt an unusual sensation in your throat. It swelled quickly, making it difficult to breathe and speak. Panic came in when you realized you were choking, and the situation quickly escalated from uncomfortable to life-threatening. It was Iggy who had caught on to this, the small dog emerging from beneath the table and began barking loudly at you.

The abrupt escalation of events threw the group into a state of alarm. As you began to drool excessively, struggling for air, a small, rabid-like bug emerged from your mouth, adding a surreal horror to the scene. Your attempt to cry out was muffled, choked by the intrusion. Polnareff and Joseph let out a collective scream, their voices blending in shock and terror. Despite the panic that was clouding your eyesight, you could see Avdol and Kakyoin rush into action, summoning their Stands with an eagerness.

In the midst of the chaos and fear, you suddenly felt a strong, reassuring grip on your shoulder, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with Jotaro. His presence was imposing, the brim of his hat casting a shadow that obscured the upper half of his face, rendering his eyes invisible in the moment. Before you could process the situation fully, Jotaro's lips pressed firmly against yours. Shock and a surge of adrenaline caused your eyes to fly open wide, your hands instinctively curling into fists against his muscular chest. As he pulled back, the realization hit you: Jotaro had taken the stand from your mouth, now holding it between his lips. With a look of disgust, he spat it out to the side. In an instant, Star Platinum was summoned, its fist blurring into motion as it delivered a powerful punch that sent the stand hurtling into oblivion.

Everyone was taken aback by Jotaro's action. It was a bold move that had you gasping for air. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you processed the sensation; his lips had been surprisingly soft, and the kiss had carried a level of passion that left you questioning its intent.

The lingering sensation of his lips on yours created an array of emotions swirling within you, mixing gratitude with confusion and a hint of curiosity. The lingering sensation of his lips on yours sparked a range of emotions within you.

You cleared your throat, the unexpectedness of the circumstance made you feel instantly self-conscious, forcing you to put your plate aside as your hunger faded in the aftermath of the experience. “Thanks…” You said hoarsely.

“Yare Yare…”

Josuke Higashikata

You and Josuke attended the same school, and it had become a regular occurrence for him to offer to walk you home. At first, you didn't think much of it, considering it a friendly gesture. However, things took a different turn when your school friends started teasing you, hinting that Josuke might have a crush on you.

Today was like any other day, with Josuke offering to walk you home once again. However, a nagging feeling of guilt crept over you as you realized how many times he had gone out of his way for you without expecting anything in return. Despite your gratitude for his kindness, you couldn't help but feel like you owed him something more substantial.

As the two of you approached your house's doorstep, you fidgeted with your hands, an anxious yet grateful smile forming across your face as you turned to face the boy. "Is this like, the millionth time you've walked me to my door?" you teased gently, resting against the doorframe and looking down at your feet. "You're really sweet," you said, genuine admiration coloring your words as you met his gaze again. His presence was familiar and comforting, making every trip to your door a special part of your day.

Josuke rubbed the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips as he blushed slightly at your words. "Hey, I was raised to be a gentleman, y'know," he replied with a hint of self-consciousness, his genuine sincerity shining through. "And, uh, I think you're pretty cool to hang out with." he added, trying to play it off casually but unable to hide the warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.

"Yeah? I think you're pretty cool too," you replied, crossing your arms and allowing your gaze to linger on his figure, almost as if you were studying him intently. Josuke, with his trademark pompadour, couldn't help but chuckle softly at your lingering look, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You fought with the thoughts that raced through your mind, urging you to take the risk and make your move, especially after leaving Josuke visibly flustered. He was now haphazardly kicking at a pebble under his foot, avoiding direct eye contact as if quietly expressing that he was waiting for something else to happen before returning home. The tension in the air was obvious, and you could sense the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

"I wanted to thank you for walking with me every day," you began, your voice wavering slightly with nerves. "A proper thank you," you quickly corrected yourself, hoping to drop a subtle hint about where the conversation was heading. "I feel like my words aren't enough. I think you deserve something more meaningful."

As you spoke, Josuke's gaze shifted back to you, curiosity and anticipation flickering in his eyes. He didn't know what to expect, but the moment he felt your hands holding onto his biceps, everything seemed to fall into place. His heart skipped a beat as realization dawned on him, his mouth going dry and his lips quivering slightly in response to the sudden surge of emotions.

Without hesitating for another second, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips against Josuke's, savoring the sweetness of the moment. The taste of cherry chapstick lingered on your lips, adding to the enchantment of the kiss. When you finally pulled away, a soft giggle escaped your lips as you admired the lovestruck expression on Josuke's face, his goofy grin speaking volumes about his happiness in that moment. "S-so, uh... I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Josuke asked, a hint of nervousness lacing his words. In response, you gave his cheek a soft tap, a reassuring gesture that brought a smile to his face. With a final glance and a warm smile, you opened the door to your house, leaving Josuke with a sense of anticipation.

“Definitely.”

Giorno Giovanna

During another date that he had arranged, Giorno bought you ice cream as the two of you walked hand in hand. It was a rare occasion when he wasn't caught up in his responsibilities as a mob leader and actually took the time to be with you. Being outside of the mansion felt refreshing, and you were grateful that Giorno shared the same sentiment.

"You know," you started, a playful lilt in your voice as you attempted to coax him into sharing the dessert, "it's one of your favorite flavors. Are you sure you don't want a taste?" Your attempt was light-hearted, an effort to draw him into a small act of normalcy, something as mundane as sharing ice cream on a date.

Giorno's response was a chuckle, the sound warm and rich, filling the space between you. "I'm quite sure. Today, I'm more than happy just to see you enjoy it," he replied, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

It made you wonder if he'd ever considered taking the relationship to the next level. Nothing extravagant, simply the fact that you've been dating for a while now and he has never initiated a kiss. How you ached to feel his lips on yours. Given his soft-spoken demeanor, you wondered if his lips were also soft and moisturized, providing an intoxicating lasting sensation with each kiss. Given that you were staring a little too long, Giorno had turned to meet your eyes as an evident grin spread across his lips as he cups his own cheek out of embarrassment. “Is there something on my face? You look like you have something you want to say.”

“Mmm, yeah actually.” You responded back with lidded eyes as you gave his hand a small squeeze and stopped your tracks. "There’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for the longest.” You admitted as the ice cream in your hands slowly melted from the bright sun above. You continued, “If I have your permission to touch you, will you trust me?”

"You always have my permission, you don't need to ask," Giorno reassured you with a gentle smile, his eyes watching you carefully. As you wrapped one arm around his neck, the distance between your bodies shortened, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Your cheeks were flushed, and the way he met your gaze without much of a reaction made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You felt his arm snake around your waist, and it almost seemed like he knew exactly what you had planned to do next. The anticipation and closeness between you added a thrilling suspense to the moment.

Eventually, the both of you lean in to share a passionate kiss. Much to your pleasure, his lips were soft and so were his hands as it continues to explore the rest of your body. You felt weak in the knees, your hand rested on his chest and once the two of you pulled away you were left starstruck. “Giorno...” “Shall we get going?” The question, simple and gentle, jolted you back to reality, yet the magic of the moment lingered like the afterglow of a sunset. His hand, warm and reassuring, squeezed yours. You nodded your head in response, letting the blonde lead the way as the two of you continue to enjoy the rest of your date.

Jolyne Cujoh

Well, it was more of a dare than something that was just intended. Whenever she was in a good mood, she hardly took herself so seriously, especially when she was messing around with her friends. Though it was pretty easy to break down the tough exterior that she occasionally displays on herself. That’s just how Jolyne is and you admire her for that.

You were seated comfortably on the carpet of your apartment, surrounded by your friends and the lively energy of the gathering. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, fueled by the risky game you had all decided to play. With each round, bets were placed, and allowances were on the line as you wagered on the most obscure acts and challenges.

However, things took an unexpected turn when Ermes placed a cash bet on Jolyne kissing you. The room fell silent for a moment as everyone's gaze focused on you and Jolyne, the heightened tension palpable as the game appeared to have strayed into personal territory.

“Where’d that even come from? You tryin’ to make fun of us or something?” You asked Ermes, your cheeks felt warm,

Ermes just laughed, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the sudden tension between you and Jolyne. "What? Can't handle a little dare?" she teased, her grin widening at your discomfort. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, especially when you caught Jolyne's eye. Her usually fierce demeanor seemed softened by the flush of embarrassment, making her look unexpectedly vulnerable.

Jolyne let out a deep breath, her gaze shifting from you to Ermes and then back again. "Fine," she finally said, the word coming out more as a challenge than a submission. She leaned closer, her eyes locked with yours, a mix of defiance and something softer you couldn't quite place. The room fell silent, the playful teasing of moments ago replaced by an almost electric anticipation. You could hear your heart beating, loud in the quiet of the room, as Jolyne's face came closer to yours. Her eyes flickered closed, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear.

The kiss was brief, a simple press of lips that felt like a spark through your entire body. When she pulled back, her eyes met yours again, searching for a reaction. The room erupted into whistles and laughter from Ermes and Foo Fighters, but both you and Jolyne were caught in a moment of silent communication, a question and answer passing silently between you.

Jolyne broke eye contact first, turning back to face Ermes and the others with a nonchalant shrug. "See? Just a kiss," she said, her voice steady but you noticed the slight pink still coloring her cheeks.

You were left a little dazed, warmth spreading through your chest. Although the kiss was part of the game, it felt like it carried more weight than either of you would admit. As the game continued and the evening wore on, you found yourself stealing glances at Jolyne, wondering if the moment had meant as much to her as it did to you.

Johnny Joestar

Just as he was about to join the big horse race, you had to pull him back a bit as you couldn’t help but worry about his own well being. It was a big deal, people can get way too competitive and you tend to worry over the littlest things. Of course, he had to reassure you that he was gonna be fine and that he would just have to be away for a few days, perhaps a few weeks or even months. The thought of being so far away from him already made you anxious and he noticed this, so he held your hands and looked up into your eyes.

"I'll be fine, promise," he responded, his voice full of confidence and calmness. You wanted to believe in his statements and that he would carefully go through the challenges. You knew deep down that despite the distance and time away, he had the courage and determination to return to you.

Before you could say anything else, an obnoxiously loud horn blared, causing both you and Johnny to flinch. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, signaling that the horse race was about to commence. You observed Johnny, noticing how his gaze fixated on a man in a hat, attending to a horse. While you were curious about his sudden focus, you decided not to inquire and instead diverted his attention back to you.

You stretched out and cupped his cheek, gently turning his face toward you. The touch was both calming and anchoring, a gentle reminder amidst the chaos of the race. Johnny's gaze met yours, and everything else disappeared into the background. The clamor of the crowd, the excitement of the race, everything went incidental.

In the heat of the moment, you let your body take control as your brain lagged behind. You wrapped your arms around Johnny, pulling yourself closer to his pretty face and eventually your lips locked with his own. You could tell you caught him off guard with the way his body jumped but he immediately melted into the kiss. The world around you seemed to fade into a blur, leaving just the warmth of his lips against yours and the rhythmic beating of your hearts in perfect harmony. It was a frozen moment in time, with every touch and sensation speaking volumes about your relationship.

After the lingering kiss had finally ended, Johnny's lips retained their puckered form for a moment longer, as if trying to capture the essence of the intimate moment. His eyes remained closed, basking in the residual warmth of your embrace. It wasn't until you let out a playful giggle and lightly tapped his cheek that he snapped out of his reverie, realizing that the kiss had come to an end. Johnny's face broke into a sheepish grin as he opened his eyes, the delighted twinkle in them reflecting how deeply he had lost himself in the experience.

"Having fun there, loverboy?" you teased with a playful grin, unable to hide the amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Shut up, and kiss me again before I go for real this time," Johnny mumbled in a half-serious, half-playful tone, already leaning in with closed eyes, anticipating the next kiss. You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully at his eagerness, knowing all too well how much he enjoyed these moments of intimacy.

Granting his wish, you leaned in closer, planting a series of small, teasing pecks on his lips. Each kiss was light and fleeting, just enough to leave him wanting more but sufficient to see the satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

His embrace was overwhelmingly tight, his clinginess something you adored in him, yet you hadn't quite anticipated the sheer strength he possessed. It left you feeling somewhat overpowered, as if you were about to be compressed into nothingness. Your reaction was a series of light giggles, and although you attempted to push him away gently, it only led him to draw you closer once again. Looking down at you, Gappy gently held your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"Josuke, what's gotten into you?" you question playfully about your boyfriend, but Gappy's arms remained tightly around you. Sure, you had grown accustomed to his affection, though it may occasionally take you by surprise with its intensity. You were also aware of his memory loss and continued search for his identity and purpose. Being one of the first people he met after losing his memory, he quickly developed an emotional connection to you, which you accepted wholeheartedly.

“You’re warm...” He muttered quietly, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin, inducing involuntary shivers. His acts toward you were noticeably compassionate, in stark contrast to his usual approach. Really, he had charisma, a natural capacity to attract those around him, as well as characteristics that made him unique. Nonetheless, he was ready to get violent at any given moment. But with you, he was someone completely different. He treated you with tenderness and care that spoke volumes, distinguishing you to be special in his eyes. It was this sharp contrast, this respite from his rougher side, that made you feel sincerely appreciated and cherished.

"Jojo..." Your words was just a whisper, a sweet utterance full of care as you softly lifted your hands, cradling his face with the utmost care.You allowed your eyes to wander over his features, memorizing each detail—the curve of his brow, the depth in his eyes, the subtle strength in his jawline. As you leaned closer, your lips discovered the warmth of his forehead and planted a delicate kiss. With each kiss, you followed a line across his face, from his forehead to his cheek, and finished with a peck on his chin. He reacted with a slight start to your boldness, a small but noticeable jump, yet he remained silent, his eyes speaking volumes of the surprise and warmth he felt.

You wanted to giggle, a sense of satisfaction at getting such a reaction from your boyfriend. You were about to say something witty and sharp, the words almost dancing on your tongue, eager to tease him even more. However, before you could make your smart remark, the scenario took an unexpected turn. His hands, echoing your previous move, rose to gently cup your face. The world seemed to stop for a time as his eyes fluttered shut, sending a subtle indication of his intentions.

Then, with unexpected boldness, he closed the gap between you, pushing his lips against yours in a daring kiss. His unexpected action left your eyes wide open in shock for just a second, leaving an unspoken query hanging in the air. But as the surprise wore off, a warmth flowed through you, and you found yourself easing into the kiss, your body's tension melting away as you reacted with equal passion.

Once the two of you pulled away, you were left breathless, your cheeks were warm and it was hard to really look him in the eyes after such a passionate kiss. You were at a loss for words as well, it was hard to really think about what to say next. It seemed like he was on the same page, his eyes simply looking at yours as he tried to read the expression that you had on your face. Rest assured, there was definitely going to be more kisses after that.

Jodio Joestar

Your frustration was palpable when you stumbled upon him yet again engaged in the act of selling drugs, this time to a group of unfamiliar faces. The sight of him engaging this illicit exchange stirred a flare of anger within you, prompting you to confront him directly. Standing there, your posture rigid with your arms tightly crossed over your chest and a frown etching deep lines of disappointment across your face, you were the picture of discontent.

Jodio, seemingly unconcerned by your appearance or the dissatisfaction etched all over your face, simply snickered to himself dismissively. He nonchalantly shook a baggie full of dollar notes, flaunting the goods of his trade right in front of your eyes, all before he had a chance to properly register your presence or understand the depth of your anger.

"Again?" You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you observed his repetitive behavior. It was a mix of frustration and disappointment that colored your expression, a silent plea for him to understand the significance of his actions. However, his response was careless, with a mere shrug that appeared to indicate a lack of regard for your issues.

"What's the big deal?" he asked, his tone tinged with casualness as he continued walking, dismissing your concerns. He passed you and headed in the direction where Dragona had parked his car. However, you were not going to let him off the hook so easily. You followed closely after him, the mean expression still engraved on your face as you gazed at his back. Your steps were deliberate, each bearing the weight of your frustration you had for him. His relaxed demeanor simply bolstered the urge to confront him and make him realize the weight of his actions that he had on you.

"What's the big deal?" For god's sake, you're a 15-year-old selling drugs to a couple of dickheads!" Your frustration spilled out in words, your voice infused with fear and exasperation. "You'll get in big trouble, and they'll take you away, and—" Before you could continue, you were interrupted by his irritatingly loud yawn. The interruption left you speechless, your eyes narrowing. The boldness of his attitude, yawning as if your issues were nothing more than a little annoyance, was frustrating. "You're unbelievable," you said under your breath, your words filled with disappointment.

"What's unbelievable is that you care so much," he spat back, his tone defiant as he stuffed the bag of cash into his pockets. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you directly. "What? Cat's got your tongue? You're kinda funny," he added with a hint of sarcasm, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Your initial instinct was to lash out, to give voice to the frustration swirling inside you. But in a split second, something shifted, and before you could fully process it, your impulses took over. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and pressed your lips onto his.

The kiss was impulsive, a burst of emotion that manifested in the heat of the moment. You could feel the texture of his slightly chapped lips against yours. It was a surprise even to yourself, this sudden act of intimacy amidst the tension and conflict that had defined your interaction moments ago.

“I’ll… see you around.”

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gingernut1314 · 6 months ago

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Touch Me, Please pt. 1

Polnareff x GN!Reader

Summary: How Part 3 Polnareff likes to be touched

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFFFFF, jjba part 3

Word Count: HC: 910+, Drabbles: 370+ & 510+, Total: 1.8K

A/N: soo...have I mentioned I'm head over heels for this man? No. Okay. I love him. Some of this came from a convo I had with the amazing @cinnbar-bun who was also the lovely soul who introduced me to this show and my newest husband. Let's all give her a round of applause because I absolutely love this show 👏👏👏 First time writing for Polnareff so I did my best and I hope you enjoy! 🩷 (Also I plan on this being a bit of a series so look out for that)

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TOUCH THIS MAN!

PLEASE

He needs it

He needs touch like he needs the air to breathe

He’ll turn into literal puddy in your hand if you do

Brush your fingers over his when handing him food

Pat his cheek, arm, shoulder, back

Brush your shoulder against his as you walk side by side

HOLD HIS HAND

PLEASE HOLD HIS HAND

I’m not asking I’m telling you to hold his hand or else this man will become the saddest puddle you’ve ever seen

And all of this is just your average day being friends with Polnareff

Once you two become an item he becomes like a baby koala he’s so clingy

He always needs a hand on you

Some sort of skin-on-skin

He still doesn’t fully believe you want to be his partner let alone let him touch you

So whether it be his hand holding your own or his thigh pressed against yours as you two eat he needs to touch you

Would 100% be the type of partner to hug you from behind while waiting in any sort of line

Would 100% want to follow you into the bathroom just so that he could keep holding your hand (and has definitely done so in the past)

Is honestly so terrified when you two have to go your separate ways for such things as going to the bathroom

Not only because he’s had less than pleasant experiences with those spaces thanks to enemy Stand Users

But because he is so utterly terrified that if he lets you go, you’ll disappear

He’s dealt with enough heartbreak to last him two lifetimes so the thought of losing you is utter hell

He just needs to feel you to reassure himself you are still with him

Still with him and still breathing

Will press his ear over your heart sometimes to listen to your heartbeat

You struggled to unlock the hotel room door thanks to the multitude of food bags cradled in your arms. Somehow you had managed to pull the room key from your back pocket but now your grapple with unlocking the door and turning the handle without dropping the food was threatening your will. The key slid into the lock, pulling a bright laughing cheer from your lips at finally starting to win the battle set before. You grabbed for the handle of the door just as it turned, the door yanking open in a rush of air. “Oh--” You said, taking a small step as you took back at the tall body that now stood in the entrance. Polnareff’s familiar face had your body easing and smile tugging bright once more at your lips. “Good morn--” You never got to finish your sentences before Polnareff’s strong arms were wrapping around your body, crushing you and the food against his chest. “I woke up and you weren’t there and the others were gone as well and--and I--” Polnareff panicked into your neck, nuzzling his face against your skin as a shuddering breath shook his body. His hold tightened further as if to keep you glued to him. The sound of a plastic container crunching filled your ears, letting you know the food you had fought to keep from falling was getting crushed within his embrace. You’re heart twisted in your chest at his utterly panicked state, the food’s destruction far from your mind as you all but dropped the bags. Your hands and arms were instantly wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing soothing circles into his skin. “Mon amour, I-I didn’t know where you were.” He said in a voice smaller than that of a whisper. “I thought I would be back before you woke up. I told the others to be here if you did but--forgive me. I should have taken you with me.” You whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I--Love, what do you need?” You asked, wanting the panic to leave him and for that goofy smile to return to his lips. “Just…touch me…please.” It was a request you were more than happy to fulfill, pulling him ever closer into your hold.

If you ever need space, Polnareff is more than happy to give it to you

But that sad puddle he became when you went a whole minute without touching him while just being friends becomes an oh-so-sad ocean

The rest of the Crusaders are going to be teasing the hell out of the guy for being such a gloomy, near-sobbing mess

And speaking of the other Crusaders

They cannot stand how touchy you two are

The phrase “get a room”, among other things, is almost always spilling from their lips

Oh boy and talking about lips

KISS THIS MAN

KISS HIM, PLEASE, I BEG THIS OF YOU

Give him soft kisses

Kiss him on his blushing cheeks, forehead, nose, ears, shoulders

Pepper this man in kisses

And he is kissing you right back

Taking your hands in his and pressing kisses to your knuckles

He’s kissing the inside of your wrist as you sit on the train or at dinner

Kissing the top of your head as you walk

Just kisses everywhere, all the time

He likes to talk to you while his lips are touching your skin

Likes it even more if he can whisper sweet nothings in French against your own lips

You happily hummed as you ate, the soft, classical music floating through the bustling restaurant not the tune you had chosen to muse as spectacular spices and flavors brust over your tongue. A warm thumb brushed at the side of your mouth, clearing a bit of sauce from your skin. Your face began to feel warm at the touch, knowing exactly whose thumb had swiped over your skin. You turned, finding Polnareff’s gray eyes already watching you. Eyes so full of loving adoration it took your breath away every time you looked into them. “Did you get it all?” Your voice sounding near breathless as you took in his handsome, which a bright smile adorned. Polnareff hummed in mock thought, taking your chin between his fingers. He turned your face this way and that, searching for a mess that you knew was nowhere to be found. “Ah! There is some just there.” He said, guiding your face ever closer. “Are you going to get it for me?” You asked, lips parting as your face was drawn closer to his. “Of course, mon coeur.” He all but purred, turning that warmth into a burning fire. Your heart raced as he leaned into you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. He hardly pulled away before you were grabbing hold of his shirt, keeping him close. “I--I think I feel some more. Just here.” You said, voice wobbling as you tapped your other cheek. Polnareff widely grinned, more than eager to place a chaste kiss to your other cheek. “And here.” You breathed, tapping your lips. A chuckle left Polnareff’s chest that grew muffled against your lips. He kissed you sweetly. So sweet it had your heart melting and your stomach fluttering around like it had grown wings like some butterfly. “Good grief.” The gruff voice of Jotaro grumbled from across the table where he sat. “Mr. Joestar,” Kakyoin huffed, his typically smooth voice laced in utter disgust at you and Polnareff’s actions. “Please make them stop.” “Me? Stop them?” The oldest Joestar all but shouted from where he sat at your side. Kakyoin must have nodded because Joseph gave a huffing grumble of his own. “Alright, you two. Knock it off. This place is nice--and in public.” He tried, to no avail. You both ignored the group, lips pulling away only so you could pepper Polnareff’s face in kisses he was more than happy to return. Whispered Mon amours, mon coeurs, among other loving titles pressed into your skin making it tingle in delight. “Eh--see. They won’t listen to me.” Joseph huffed. “I do not believe there is a power on this earth or in the heavens above that is strong enough to keep them apart.” The calm voice was Advol spoke from Polnareff’s side, a light chuckle in his voice. A giggle escaped your lips at his words, nuzzling your nose against Polnareff’s. They were words you couldn’t help but full-heartedly believe as Polnareff cupped your jaw in his strong hand, kissing your lips like it was the last time he would ever taste them again.

If he’s driving the group, you better believe you're sitting shotgun so he can place a hand on your thigh, giving it gentle squeezes to remind you he’s always thinking about you

If Joseph is insistent about sitting in the front, Polnareff either refuses to drive outright or is reaching into the back to hold your hand much to Jotaro and Kakyoin’s displeasure

Will reach over one of the others to touch you

Has and will lead to a shouting match between Polnareff and the others

But he refuses to be so close to you yet so so far

He’ll even go as far as to send Silver Chariot to sit with you and hold your hand if he can’t be there with you

Though this has led to one too many Star Platinum beatdowns

CUDDLE THE MAN

Oh my goodness PLEASE cuddle him

He’s so warm and his arms are so safe

Only one bed?

No trouble whatsoever!

Polnareff wasn’t going to sleep without you anyway

Only a few rooms left?

Polnareff and you have been deemed your own room because the others will not deal with your touchiness while trying to sleep mere inches away

Polnareff’s cuddle could save a life

It’s a fact

His fingers are rubbing circles into your back or arm

His face buried in the crook of your neck so he could take in your scent and dream of you while he sleeps

Whether it be a hug from the front or back, he has his arms around you while you sleep

His legs intertwining between yours, molding himself against you

He literally worships the ground you walk on so why wouldn’t he just want to become another extension of your being?

The only thing he won’t always want touched is his hair

He spent nearly an hour that morning in the dimly lit hotel bathroom getting it just right

And he loves you

GOD he loves you

He loves you so much it hurts

But his hair is off-limits until you both are settling in for the night

Then he is more than happy to let you run your fingers through his hair

He also won’t be completely opposed to you helping him style his hair in the morning, but you’ll need to go through several days of “training” before you can even touch one of his combs

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inkpot909 · 1 year ago

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

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coochellati · 11 months ago

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Oh, to fall asleep in Bruno's arms

Goddd I need this. It would be the happiest moment of my life. I wrote a little drabble for you:

Your heart skipped a beat as you climbed into Bruno’s bed and wrapped yourself in his silky sheets, dressed in only underwear. This was your first time sleeping next to him. You let out a content sigh as your back slowly sank into his plush bed—nothing was quite as comfortable as this. You turned your head to face Bruno; he was lying on his side a couple feet away from you, his head propped up on his hand. He looked at you with an amused smile as he watched the bed engulf you.

“You look comfortable," he commented.

“I am,” you responded with a smile.

Bruno chuckled. You felt the bed shift as he turned out the light and laid back down. After a few seconds, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to sleep so far away from me,” Bruno said in a gentle voice. “Come closer, cara mia.” You moved towards him; he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in warmth. Your back lightly pressed against his bare chest as he held you close. His skin was as soft as satin.

“Mmm. That’s better,” Bruno murmured, closing his eyes. His warm breath washed in waves against the back of your neck, causing your hair to stand on end. You felt Bruno’s arm shift as he lazily raised a hand to your head and began gently massaging you. Your body went limp as you melted into him. You deeply inhaled, becoming intoxicated by his comforting scent.

“Goodnight, mia amata,” Bruno breathed. A big smile crept across your face. Everything was perfect. It wouldn’t take you long to fall asleep tonight.

(sorry this took me a year to answer. I’m active again)

#I’m gonna start writing drabbles now so send me stuff #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati x reader #jjba fluff #Jovia Joestar writes #my asks

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berylcups · 3 months ago

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Ignorance is Bliss - DIO X fleshbudded!Reader

-Dio Drabbles-

CW: Manipulation, brainwashing, blood, social conditioning, yandere, religious beliefs and themes, dubcon (mentioned), loss of virginity (mentioned)

Notes: plz heed the content warnings‼️ there’s nothing lewd or gruesome but it’s dark. Also low quality. This is just some drabbles I scraped out of my goog doc. I thought I’d give yall something while I work on my requests. This is just some Dio dialogue practice/ some beryl cups back story made Y/N-fied. I hope you enjoy regardless! 💜 Beryl

“I regret to inform you that they are dropping like flies.” You lamented.

“Hmm? Y/N you look concerned. Are you worried for me?” He gently teased.

“Uh—no. Of course not my lord. It’s just…these hit men are not incompetent idiots. These were carefully selected by Gran. I think that Joestar is more troublesome than what we were led to believe.”

“I see… so you believe we are underestimating them.” He clarified. “What do you think we should do about that?” He smirked expecting you to fumble over your answer.

“Allow me to go after them my lord. With my stand <minor arcane>, I can easily catch them off guard and—“

He lifted his hand to stop you and sighed.

“Let Y/N out of the mansion and out of my sight? Absolutely not.” He flatly refused. “ I love that you are willing to risk your life for me but you belong here in the mansion with the others taking out the curious interlopers.”

“I understand my lord…”you bowed your head in shame for even attempting an idiotic dangerous idea like that. “But, at least allow me to warn the Glory Gods not to take things so lightly.”

“You may do just that.” He replied with a chuckle. This caught you off guard seeing him in such a good mood. He’s typically difficult to read. “You worry far too much little Y/N. But it’s very endearing.”

“O-oh! T-thank you lord Dio. I just want to ensure that your goals are fulfilled… is there anything else I can do for you before I take my leave?” You stuttered.

“Hmm…”he looked deep in thought and then sat up on his bed and gave his typical sinister smile. “Stay here for a while. I want to pick your brain a bit.”

“What do you think it means to live Y/N?”

“Physically, living is an illusion. The moment you take your first breath in this miserable world you are already dying. To live in a philosophical sense is to be to without burden.”

“Without burden you say? Care to elaborate?” He probed.

“To truly live-you must live your life without any burden. You shouldn’t feel any guilt, pain, fear, jealousy, or hatred. To truly live is to reach the state of unapologetic bliss. That’s what living means to me at least.” You answered without hesitation.

“How interesting, you sound so confident in your answer. I like that. So living is a feeling to you…Are you truly living then Y/N?” He gently inquired further.

“In all honesty my lord, no. No, I am not living. I am plagued by intense anxiety. So much that I can’t contain food in my stomach at times. I cry at night and want to go home but I don’t belong there like I do with you. I have no connection to my country yet I somehow yearn to go back. I feel like I’m a hostage inside my own body.” You lamented.

“Y/N is having anxiety attacks…their body is still trying to fight off the fleshbud. I’m not letting them out of my sight until it’s 100 percent mature. This is my first permanent bud so it’s growing very slowly. I have to be patient but I’m getting aggravated.” He noted internally. “I suppose I’ll have to ease them myself or have Vanilla or D’arby drug them.”

“I see…let me know the next time you feel that way so I can cure you. I want you to know you are in no greater place than here in my mansion. You don’t need your old country or your family. They will just hold you back. Understand?” He insisted.

“Yes my lord.” You agreed.

“Tell me Y/N…I have another question for you: Do you believe in heaven?”

“I do my lord . They say energy never dies and needs somewhere to go. I believe that’s where our energy goes.” You answered.

“Interesting… if there’s a heaven for good there must be hell for the sinful. So what do you think: Am I worthy of heaven?” He asked with a smile. He knew you’d either be blatantly lying to his face or be brave enough to tell him the harsh truth.

“I’m afraid not my lord. You live a hedonistic lifestyle, yet you worked tooth and nail for it. You gave away your own humanity for immortality. To be worthy of heaven you must believe in God and serve him regardless of which Abrahamic religion you follow. Do good deeds and not live selfishly. Abstain from worldly pleasures… I am not worthy either also living sinfully”

“Oh ho. You think I’m not worthy and hedonistic Y/N? You’re breaking my heart.” He teased.

“It’s not my opinion of you my lord but the opinion of the holy book. You are the pinnacle of my life.”

“I jest my precious Y/N.” He cooed. “I’m curious though… would there ever be a way to overcome that challenge?”

“I’m not sure… Lucifer tried and failed miserably. I’m afraid I’m of no use to you here.” You frowned rubbing your chin thinking deeply of any possible loopholes in the book.

“Don’t be so quick to dismiss yourself dear. This is an age old question that man has been asking for since it’s existence. I have someone who’s an expert on religion that may be able to answer that question.”

“My lord… if it’s not too bold of me, may I ask you a question?” You politely requested.

“Go on.”

“You lived a very long time and have made many memories and experiences… do you ever get bored? Or worry you will eventually become bored?” You wondered.

“Bored? Hmm… That’s a good question. I suppose some things might become dull. Let’s say hobbies are books. I read many books as you know. If you read the same one over and above of course it becomes boring. But if you have a library of books to read and read each one until you read them all then decide to reread your favorite, it would be much harder to become bored. And as time goes on, the library gets bigger—if you have an open mind. Do you understand my dear?” He clarified.

“Yes my lord. You helped me understand perfectly. But…hmm.” You had more to ask but didn’t want to be greedy and ask for more than you were given.

“Go on, you’re free to ask me anything you please my curious Y/N.” He coaxed.

“Well, some tasks have to become mundane at this point. Haven’t they? Sleeping with your prey and consuming them?” You wondered.

“Oh no. Quite the contrary. I feel pure ecstasy each time I wring the life out of them like a wet rag.” He openly asserted.

“Do you remember them all?”

“Oh I remember being asked a similar question over 100 years ago… But I’ll give you something to think about as well: Do you remember every bread you ate?” He playfully quipped.

“Gasp. I suppose that is an idiotic question. Forgive me my lord.”

“No need to fret. It’s natural to assume that you would remember every good memory. But those tend to be the ones we forget the first and the traumatic the last. But there are quite a few lives I taken that I remember vividly and fondly. ”

“I understand…” you murmured as you focused your gaze on the fresh body on the floor.

“You say it’s a euphoric feeling to take their life. But how does it exactly feel?”

“Hmm…well…you see… well my dear, It seems I am at a loss for words. It’s truly a feeling like no other. The only way for me to express it to you is by taking some of your life .”

“My sweet Y/N, you are loyal to me, yes? Would you be willing to sacrifice some blood to me so I can fully share with you how I feel when I feed?”

The thought of feeling your blood pouring out of your body made you feel a sense of dread. Yet… the feeling was quickly overridden by the fleshbud and your anxiety melted away leaving you feeling fixated on him and willing to do anything he wanted. It was an intense burst of oxytocin manipulated by the bud.

“Yes of course my lord. Take whatever you want from me. I will do anything for you.”

You sat in between in legs on the bed. He brushed your hair to the side to expose the left side of your neck. You felt his ice cold lips on your neck as he gently kissed right on the carotid artery.

“I can already smell your blood. You smell so sweet. I bet you will taste as lovely as you smell …” he purred into your ear making you lightly pant.

“Is this arousing to you my darling Y/N? You seem so much more relaxed this time. When I first stole your innocence you were so sweet crying out to me and trembling in confusion. You didn’t know what to do with yourself when I brought you to your first climax.” He sighed contentedly thinking fondly of how he fully manipulated you. “ You were so pure and so innocent… I’m proud to say I ruined it for you .” He rested his free hand on your plush inner thigh as held you back tightly to his chest.

He gave no warning as he bit down harshly, breaking the skin. A wave of intense pain caused you to choke briefly. It felt like hot needles stabbing your throat but the pain waned to a dull sore throb as he removed his fangs and drank your life’s essence. It was painful but it felt pleasant as well. You felt butterflies in your stomach and your body felt cool with a burst of goosebumps all over.You fixated your sight on the melting candlestick, your vision was becoming darker and blurry. The Victorian style furniture illuminated by warm glow of the candles lost their details becoming indescribable orbs and splotches of color. The more the blood left your body the faster your breathing became. You moaned softly to let him know you were on the edge of life and death.

“You tasted as sweet as I thought you would be. You are like a dessert wine that even lowlifes can enjoy. But you’re so loyal, you’d never let anyone else have you right?” He coaxed.

He soothed the dull ache and anxiety by rubbing small circles inside your right thigh and held you tighter. He kissed the wound firmly to ensure that it clots and stops the bleeding.

“That was…inten-se oh I feel dizzy,” you murmured weakly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from nearly having every single drop of blood taken from you.

“Lay down with me. I’ll make sure you won’t fall over as you regain your strength.” He pulled you to the middle of the bed and laid you back next to him.

“Why did you spare me? You could have easily taken my life lord Dio.”

“Because of the conversations we have. You never cease to intrigue and amuse me. Unlike my other minions, you tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear. Your honesty is greatly valued.”

“Also…I have much greater self control when I take blood from the mouth instead of the fingers. It’s a more intimate experience, isn’t it Y/N?” He crooned, as he gently kissed the neck wound. Hearing his melodic voice and feeling his gentle kiss made you tear up feeling pure happiness. Bonding with him this closely made you feel so loved and so special.

“I always enjoy our talks dear Y/N. You have something interesting to say every time.” He spoke affectionately, brushing your hair aside with his fingers. His nails lightly scratched your scalp sending another wave of goosebumps over your body.

“Me too my lord. Yawn… I could pass out right now…” you mumbled weakly.

“It’s alright. Just close your eyes and drift off. You’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed. I’ll be right here…watching over you.” He caressed your cheek as you dozed off.

You felt yourself fall into a deep sleep. You had nonsensical whimsical dreams. Dreams of flower fields and bright blue skies, the sun and moon were both occupying the sky. You were just laying in a bed of flowers staring up at the soft puffy clouds drifting by. Unknown to you the flowers were covering up the catacombs of an endless maze of skulls and bones. You were living blissfully in ignorance.

You are now living a life free of burden. Do you care if it’s genuine or not? Is it worth it? Ignorance is bliss.

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