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jotarosblkwifey · 2 years ago
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JJBA: Love is Unbreakable. Intro
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[Pic above from @/StickerTricker on Twitter!]
Synopsis: Y/n loves playing dating sim games, they intrigue her with the different plots, characters and special routes that one may do. So when her best friend introduces her to a new one. She realizes that maybe she needs to back away from the screen.
Pairings: Various JJBA Characters x Reader, Original Characters x Reader.
Rating: 16+ (Later Parts maybe +18)
Warnings: Stalking, Obsession, Possessiveness, Scopophobia, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome (In some endings), death, murder, threats of harm, Mentions of Suicide, Depression, More to be added.
Enjoy...y/n.
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"Come on! You have to try it! I searched all over for this game for you!"
You felt awful a bit.
(B/F/N) had come back from a trip she went on and handed you a switch cartridge. You had told her not worry about you when she left, and that she didn't have to get you anything. But, her being the best friend in the whole wide world.
She brought you back an Otome game.
She had gotten you into them at first, sucking you in with The NIFLHEIM and Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All.
They were fun. The storylines were moving, the artwork was great and the characters were lovable!
So when she held this new one in front of you, you had a feeling this one was going to become your new obsession.
It was based off of the anime Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, an anime that you loved to sit down and watch. You found it entertaining that no matter what, foolishness seemed to follow the Joestar Bloodline. So you were excited to play this game based around it.
“Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure…Love is Unbreakable. Hey, it's a play on one of the season’s names too!” (B/F/N) says and you nodded along. You turned the box over on the back to read the description.
‘Play along as your own character in the different stories from the hit Series Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure! Help Jonathan Defeat Dio in Phantom Blood, Fight alongside Joseph in Battle Tendency, or even Join Jotaro and his friends to defeat DIO once again in Stardust Crusaders! Fall for your favorite Joestars and who knows! Maybe they’ll fall for you too~’
“I’m probably gonna stay up late playing this tonight..”
“Well, Don’t let me stop you! I just wanted to stop this by! I still have to go unpack!” (B/F/N) gave you a kiss on the cheek and a big hug before leaving out. 
You grabbed your switch and decided to head to your room to start up your new game.
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You placed your switch on the dock and watched as the screen lit up, seeing the several characters zoom across the screen before the title screen popped up. 
You smiled as you pressed start.
A pretty woman character popped up on the screen. She had pretty sky blue hair with swirly green/blue eyes, she had freckles and pretty mocha brown skin. She seemed to be staring off before ‘noticing’ you.
“Oh Hello! Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!!! My name is Melody Musik! Welcome to Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Love is Unbreakable!”
She was bright and bubbly, she must be an OC of the creator of this game. She surely followed the JJBA character style to a tea, dressed to stand out in a crowd.
“What is your name?” Her voice was sweet, you hurriedly typed in your name and you watched as her eyebrows furrowed together before her smile returned.
[Please Insert your name]
…….Y/N…L/N……...
“Your name is Y/n, Correct?”
[Yes]<   [No]
“Such a pretty name! Now, Pick your story line~!”
[When you pick your storyline, it will be a special version of the story. Please choose carefully as once you start, you won’t be able to choose another one!]
[Phantom Blood]
[Available routes: Jonathan Joestar, Dio Brando]
Join Jonathan as he goes about his life beside his evil adoptive brother Dio. Help Jonathan Defeat Dio or either Join Dio and reject your humanity.
[Battle Tendency]
[Available routes: Joseph Joestar, Kars]
Join Joseph, the descendant of Jonathan and Erina as he comes over to the states. Follow him as he defeats Straizo and ends up with more than he can handle in the form of the Pilarmen. Will you defeat them? Or will you Join Kars in his quest to become the ultimate lifeform.
[Stardust Crusaders]
[Available routes: Jotaro, Joseph, DIO]
Time to Join Jotaro in saving his mom from DIO and his minions, Take a trip across Egypt and defeat the minions in his way. Will you stay alongside Jotaro or Will DIO persuade you to join him in his path to destroy the Joestars
[Diamond is Unbreakable]
[Available routes: Josuke, Jotaro,Joseph, Kira,}
Welcome to Morioh, 1999! There's a serial killer running around that you have to help find. Join Josuke and Jotaro as you try to figure out just who this killer is. Maybe the killer is in plain view. Or maybe he’s just a simple man who wants to live a simple life doing simple things.
[Vento Aureo]
[Available routes: Giorno, Bruno, Doppio/Diavolo]
Dio has a kid?! Join Giorno as he travels through the ranks of the mafia to defeat the boss of passione, the most powerful mob in Italy to become a Gang-Star. But, the boss may have his eyes on you. Be careful of who’s around you.
You stared as Melody explained each plot line and how you would fit into it. She pointed to each one and showed the available routes and the ‘difficulty’ level of the romanceable characters.
“Of course all the villains are hard…but that's not going to stop me!” You say excitedly and it was almost like Melody was giggling at you. You brushed it off as she continued to speak.
“Oh and don’t worry! I’ll be alongside you in every story! If you ever want to know something  or you get stuck!” She smiles at you and shows the various looks that she’ll have between each series. From having her own ancestors in Parts 1 and 2, to being similar to Jotaro and being in 3, 4 and 5. 
Though you kept getting the feeling that Melody was something more, you got a little Doki Doki Literature Club or John Doe type vibes from her.
“Tch. I doubt this game is going to be sentient. If so I would feel so bad for you Melo.” You said giving the tutorial character a nickname. You could’ve sworn you saw her blush and avert her eyes, before quickly returning to her idol animation.
“So! What are you going to choose?”
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Phantom Blood] [Jonathan/Dio]
[“I can’t bear to lose you, We have to defeat Dio!’]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Battle Tendency] [Joseph/Kars]
[“I predict that you’re gonna say: Of Course Joseph I’ll Join you!”]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Stardust Crusaders] [Jotaro/Joseph/DIO]
[“Yare,Yare…be careful. I care about you too, you know.”]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Diamond Is Unbreakable] [Josuke/Jotaro/Kira]
[“Hey! Let’s play some games after this. Chasing killers is stressful”]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2]
[Vento Aureo] [Giorno/Bruno/Diavolo]
[“I, Giorno Giovanna, Have a dream. And I want you to be a part of my dream.]
{I Choose This Route} : [1] [2] [3]
[???] [Melo]
[“H-hey! Y/n You have to help me!! I’m just like yo-]
[] . [Next]
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©jotarosblkwifey 2023
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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this intro! I plan on trying to get each route out at least once a week! Each Route will have 2 parts and all of them lead up to the special secret route at the end!
I hope you enjoy~ Currently working on route one as we speak!
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sleep-0-deprived · 1 year ago
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Hands on my knees ~
Men who love it when you give messy blow jobs, just holding your head up by your scalp or pulling on your hair as you drool rolling your eyes forward making eye contact as their cock keeps your mouth too full to talk leaving you just gurgling mindlessly.
Men who hold one leg up fucking you in your bed putting their fingers in your mouth making you choke and suck on them as they snap their hips forward making your body jerk with each thrusts as you lay all fucked out and lewd.
Men who bend you over their knee fingering you harshly over and over rubbing up agaisnt your prostate milking it as they keep holding you bent by the arch of your back until you cum all over yourself.
Men who hold their face in your neck grunting in your ear whispering lewd words about how good you feel around them and how they wanna stay inside you forever, holding your body close skin to skin with you under them as they fuck you senseless.
Men who are silently great with after care despite them being so rough with you in the bed, clawing all the cum off you washing up the bed sheets bringing you pain killers if you need them, outside of sex they are total sweethearts and no one would ever think them to do such dirty things to you.
—Nanami, Kunikida, Toji, Sukuna, Jotaro, Zoro, crocodile, Uzui, Gojo, Geto, Bram, Choso
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nqrancia · 14 days ago
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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
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𝐜����𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : bucci-gang including trish
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : sweet moments with your s/o & their stand!
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alcohol mentioned & slight suggestiveness in abbacchio’s (i got a lil bit carried away lmao)
𝐚/𝐧 : first time writing for jojo’s so i hope y’all like it! my friend proof read all of these and requests are also open! :)
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𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐁.
✦ | The capo truly believes that if his stand wasn’t so well behaved, that it would’ve dragged you into the zipper dimension and kept you there so you could shower it with praise forever. He won’t allow that to happen though, so don’t worry. Bruno still finds it adorable when you praise his stand for good work, it almost feels like he’s receiving the praise himself.
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Tonight was a rare occasion, your beloved Bruno was able to be home for once. The past weeks had been full of countless missions that needed to be taken care of, and only he was trustworthy enough to be in charge of them. As frustrating as it was being away from home, he enjoyed the time he was able to spend with his little group. But, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. He was eager to see you and hold you in his arms again, to give you all the love you had been yearning for during those few weeks. Letters were simply not enough to express it.
As soon as he entered the front door to your home, he was met with a warm embrace; an embrace reminded him of the days when you were both young and newly in love. Childish, passionate, and so utterly infatuated. With a light chuckle, his arms snaked around your waist, whispering, “I’m home, bella.”
It didn’t take him long to acclimate back into the calm atmosphere your home exhibited, he was finally able to delve into the book he had been itching to read. As he did so, you decided to take on the duty of preparing dinner. He, of course, had offered to do it himself, but you insisted he needed to rest and relax. He couldn’t deny his fatigue, but he still felt guilty for having you do all the work yourself.
He wasn’t too far in his book before he heard soft humming coming from the kitchen followed by the occasionally clanging of pans. A soft smile spread across his face; these were the sounds of home he had been missing. He couldn’t help but look up from his book and into the archway that invited guests into your kitchen, catching a glimpse of the little dances or actions you would take to entertain yourself as items cooked on the burners. You were so sweet and he adored that about you, even simple, domestic moments like this one.
Without even realizing it, his stand had somehow been released during his lovesick staring. It had opened a portal to the zipper dimension and entered through the wall into your kitchen, right next to you as you stirred the pot of pasta. Its sudden appearance startled you, but only for a moment as it merely stood there and admired the cooking process. Sticky Fingers could be an odd one, but it was a useful and dependable stand and friend to have.
Soon, it was time to make the sauce for your pasta. After some rummaging through your fridge, there was no garlic to be found. You swore you purchased some at the store earlier that day, but you supposed you simply overlooked it. “Damnit, I forgot to grab garlic at the store.” You sighed.
Next to you, your husband’s stand immediately perked up; almost like this was the moment it had been waiting for. Quickly, it created an opening in the wall with one of its zippers and swiftly entered and closed the zipper. A few minutes went by, and then came back the stand. It seemed it had nothing, like it had just disappeared for no apparent reason, but then you noticed it was holding an item in its hand. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly what you had needed. A clove of garlic.
Your mouth shaped into an o, then slowly formed into a thankful grin. “Oh, thank you, Sticky Fingers.”
Before it returned to its user, you gave the stand a quick peck on the cheek. A simple way of giving it your thanks, “I swear, as kind as Bruno is, he doesn't give you enough praise.”
If stands could blush, Sticky Fingers was doing exactly that.
Having been listening to your conversations from his comfortable seat, Bruno released a quiet sigh, “Please tell me you paid for the clove.”
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𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀.
✦ | For a while, he thinks you're genuinely insane. You’re fawning over his stand, an extension of himself that can’t even properly communicate with you or talk to you. It can only rebroadcast the past events that Abbacchio asks it to, yet you still consistently shower it with praise when it replays the information he needs. He would never admit it, but he does find it endearing when you do so.
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Once again, Abbacchio was drowning his sorrows in liquor. This habit had begun to dissipate when his relationship with you began, but old habits do die hard. He found that it would happen more when you weren’t around; around to see how fucked up of a man he really was. He was never what you thought of him to be, at least, he didn’t see himself that way.
In your eyes, Leone Abbacchio was a stern, but caring man. He hid his true feelings with anger, hoping to avoid attachment and sentiment, but the people around him couldn’t help but get closer to him. Without even trying, he was a magnet to the teens in Bucciarati’s group; them seeing him as a figure to look up to. At times, he would even crack small smiles at them simply acting like normal teens. If brought up, he would only deny he ever did. But, you knew the truth.
Even with your constant worrying and check ups on him, his depression would never disappear. It wasn’t something that could be fixed, it simply was; and he knew that all too well. On nights when he did get rest, it would be interrupted by nightmares. Scenes of his days as a cop, money being shoved into his hand, the gunshots, and the blood of his partner on his hands would play over and over. Sometimes, it felt like Moody Blues was tormenting him in his dreams. He knew that wasn’t true, but that was what he wanted to believe.
That feeling was familiar as he sipped on his booze, sitting in loneliness at your dining table. He would drink and drink, believing it would make the pain go away, but it never did. He recalled a saying he was told as a child, “If you believe hard enough, your wish will come true.” Abbacchio never wished, but if he were ever able to muster one up, it would be to wish that you were home right now. Not to see him in the sad state he was in, but to deliver the affection you decided he was worthy of. Your kisses were like blessings and your words were like sugar, it almost felt he was being healed from just your presence alone. Maybe that was why he would replay your mornings with him, when he was his loneliest.
As he rewinded Moody Blues once again, the sound of keys entering the keyhole could be heard. Soon after, you gently opened the door with hands filled with bags of groceries. Your eyes traveled up to meet his gaze, then turned to catch the bottle in his hands. “I’m home, Leone.”
“Welcome back.” He muttered, his grip tightening on the bottle. A tell tale sign of his nervousness.
As you sat your bags of groceries on the table, you took notice of the double of yourself that stood behind you. The stand quickly turned back into its true form, giving you a welcoming nod. You gave it a peck on the cheek as it made staticky noises spout from its audio player. “Were you using Moody Blues to replay this morning, again?” You questioned as you took away the bottle of liquor.
This time, he didn’t utter a word. He only looked off into the distance, a part of him shameful of his actions. You never liked that he coped this way, but it was about the only way he knew how. But, instead of berating him, you gave him a sweet smile, cupping his cheek with the same gentleness you gave his stand. “You can just say you missed me, y’know?”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you right now.
“We can work more on helping you find a better coping outlet. I won’t have you do it alone, Leone.”
Before you could say anymore, Abbacchio took a loose hold on your wrist, pulling you down closer to his face. He stared into your widened eyes for a moment, then roughly pressed his lips onto yours. His hands soon wove their way into your hair, keeping you steady for an onslaught of kisses; each more passion filled than the last. His light purple lipstick had smeared, part of it now smudged on your face. He didn’t care.
You were in his embrace, you were home. The drunken wish he had made came true.
As he finally pulled away from you, he stared at the purple now present on your lips and the light red hue that rose to your cheeks. It almost made him fall in love with you again, almost. “Leone-”
He had shut you up with another kiss, with a quiet murmur, “I don’t deserve you…”
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𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐆.
✦ | Golden Experience shares the same adoration for you as its user does, often it grows flowers or plants for you as a thank you. However, it can be overwhelming at times. Sometimes, Giorno’s heart rate spikes when you do nice things for him, such as when you give him kisses or pick up his favorite snack from the store. Those simple actions mean much more to him than you think and make his heart beat quicken, resulting in a sudden patch of flowers growing beneath him. Trust him, that was all Golden Experiences doing.
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Being a mafia don was terribly exhausting, each day was filled with more tasks that needed to be completed and assigned. Giorno knew that from the beginning when he first took on the journey to achieve his dream, but there was a piece of the puzzle that he had acquired during that time; you. You were one of the members of Bucciarati’s group, and the first to treat him with an ounce of respect. The bond the two of you formed during your mission to protect Trish became unbreakable. That bond eventually formed into something more than just friendship, you became his first love. Now, the love of his life.
He loved coming home, to see your beautiful face greet him with the same adoration he had for you. Even though he would come home exhausted, more often than not, he would always stay up into the late hours of the night just to spend as much time as possible with you before he had to return to his duties in the morning. Just like today.
The moment he walked in the door, you greeted him with that kind smile of yours. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly, trying to pour all your love into a single embrace. “Welcome back home, Gio.”
Giorno soon returned the embrace, his arms snaking around your waist as he rested his head against your shoulder. “Thank you, love.” He murmured.
After a moment of sweet silence, you released yourself from his hold. You could barely contain yourself, judging by the fiddling of your hands. You slowly inched yourself towards the dining table, quickly hiding an item behind your back. “Guess what I got you while I was out today?”
A chuckle left his lips, “That’s quite a hard question to answer.”
“Then I’ll spare you, just this once,” you then pulled out the treat behind your back, excitedly presenting it to your beloved. “Two of your favorites combined, chocolate pudding!”
“Why thank you, dear. I take it that this is from the sweet shop you mentioned.”
You smiled cheerfully towards your beloved, “Of course, Gio! You deserve it for working so hard.”
As soon as you uttered those words, the man felt his heart beat become faster than it had been before. Below him, ferns and weeds began sprouting from your floors along with flowers of various species, primarily ones that spoke “I love you” in the language of flowers. It was like a mini garden had suddenly grown in your own home.
This didn’t go unnoticed by you either, an eyebrow raised in concern. “Um, Giorno, I hate to cut this romantic moment short but there’s a flower patch growing beneath you.” You spoke, pointing to the floors below you.
“I’ll pot them later, love,” he whispered, pulling you ever closer to him. “I want to continue to enjoy this moment with you.”
He was utterly smitten.
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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐅.
✦ | Fugo is extremely concerned for you, but Purple Haze loves it! Due to the stand's unpredictable nature, and possibility of one of its bulbs breaking, it’s rare that Fugo even lets it out around you. It’s rare that it’s even let out in general, but Fugo takes extra precautions so as to not hurt you. However, on the rare occasion that his stand does make an appearance, you are quick to praise it.
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Fugo could only stare with concern and distaste as you stood a little too close to his stand, arms crossed as his hands formed into fists of frustration. This was his own way of coping, coping with your optimism and kindness towards him and the stand he had grown to despise. His aversion to his stand in the past could be considered so little compared to the precautions he takes now that you have become his beloved. The others within Bucciarati’s little gang had certainly taken the hint that Purple Haze was an unstable stand, but you just couldn’t stay away from it, now could you?
Battered and bruised from the battle that had occurred just moments ago, you still sought to give your favorite stand its well deserved praise. With both your hands cupped around your mouth, a celebratory shout left you. “Good job, Purple Haze!”
Your excitement caused the stand to look directly at you as it drooled, its eyes mimicking a puppy asking for treats. Then suddenly, it began to clean the drool off itself erratically, almost as if it were trying to look presentable for you. It was adorable.
A grimace spread across Fugo’s face, disgusted by his stands attempt at cleaning itself. It was utterly fruitless and only made him more embarrassed by the situation. Seeing this, he gently took hold of your wrist and pulled you closer to him, farther outside his stands 5 meter range. “[Name], please refrain from getting too close to it,” he sighed.
In response, you wrapped an arm around him as you pointed to his stand. “But, it’s so cute! Just look at it.”
Fugo, however, did not share the same sentiments. “I’m being serious, please avoid getting close to Purple Haze. It’s unstable.”
“It reminds me of you, y’know.”
He huffed, “Of course it would, it’s an extension of me.” Only Fugo could see it that way, but there was much more to Purple Haze than meets the eye. It’s nature was that of its users, yes, but its actions reminded you of how much your Fugo meant to you. His supposed “annoyance” towards your behavior to his stand was never what it appeared to be; his feelings and actions were only a means to protect you. His anger was a mask for the softness of his heart, a side only you were permitted to see.
It hurt your heart to know he found it hard to see himself the way you do, but you could try to. “Sure, but its habits reflect the true nature of your soul. You act all tough, but you can be a really sweet person. I love that about you.”
For a moment, you could feel Fugo freeze in your arms. You didn’t even have to look up to know he was fighting off the blush rising to his cheeks.
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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌.
✦ | Mista adores you, and so do his Sex Pistols. The countless times the bullets have fought over your attention is enough to prove that fact. You can never truly say who is your favorite because they can and will fight over it, for several hours. Or maybe even days.
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All you and your boyfriend wanted was some rest, any number of hours would do at this point.
As you laid against Mista’s chest, little voices kept bringing you back to consciousness. Bags were beginning to form under both yours and his eyes. Combined with the excessive work you had both received during the week from Giorno, rest was the best possible date the two of you could have. Unfortunately, the Sex Pistols just weren’t ready to settle down.
Their chittering was adorable, that you could not deny. It was difficult to tell them no, even when they were asking for an item as simple as a piece of your food. However, when their cute conversations developed into arguments, their lovable nature turned into not so lovable behavior. Their attitudes would become worse towards their user, but never towards you. After all, they love you just as much as Mista himself does. Nevertheless, it still got on both yours and Mista’s nerves if it went on for too long.
Finally, Mista had had enough. After a long, drawn out groan, he released an annoyed shout, “Guys, can you stop with the racket? You’ve been at this for 3 days now!”
This got his stand’s attention, and they quickly fired back:
“But, Mista!”
“[Name] has yet to pick one of us!”
A sigh left your lips, a pout of frustration soon following after. “You lot should know I don’t like to pick favorites.”
Your little companions however, did not agree with your words. Like clockwork, you could see the wheels turning in their brains to come to the conclusion that you absolutely had to choose. They then released a shout in unison, “There can only be one!”
Once again, you released a sigh before sitting up straight and wiping your tired eyes. “If I pick, will you please let us rest?”
A nod was given by each bullet.
Mista observed as you sat, thinking carefully upon your answer. Then suddenly, you spoke. “Number Five.”
Immediately, a joyous shout came from the little stand which was then followed by disappointed groans from the others. Before you knew it, Number Five was even doing happy laps along the hallway as the others chased it. The sight could only make you laugh and at least they brought their little fight into the hallway. You quickly rose from the bed and shut the door before they could come back in.
As you laid back down, an arm wrapped around you to bring you back into your boyfriend's arms. You then gave him a poke on the cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”, you whispered.
A haughty scoff left his lips, a smirk following in suit. “Obviously.”
Truthfully, all of them were your favorites.
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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐆.
✦ | Sadly, you can’t exactly love on Aerosmith like some of the other stands in the Bucci Gang. It’s quite literally a mini airplane. Instead, you can give your boyfriend double the love to make up for it.
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“Just one, please?” He begged.
“Nara, I am not giving Aerosmith a kiss.”
Narancia’s begging had been going on for several hours now, and he was not going to let up any time soon. Your relationship with him had always been sweet and loving, it was hard to ever find him without you by his side. Abbacchio and a few others liked to joke that Narancia was like a koala with him always clinging to your side, but you never minded it. You had always found it endearing that he loved you so deeply. But, there were a few times that his acts of affection were a little too… interesting for you.
Your boyfriend’s arms then wrapped around your waist, desperate for a positive answer. “But everyone else’s stands get loved on like crazy, and it’s starting to get jealous!”, he whined as he slid down to the ground.
This was ridiculous, yet adorable all the same. You playfully ruffled his hair, using your other arm to wrap around him and keep him off the floor. “I think you’re speaking for yourself, hon.”, you giggled.
Narancia looked up from your stomach with the saddest, most heart-wrenching puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. No puppy you had ever met had managed to sway your heart like the boy who clung to you did nor made you fold so quickly. He had to have been cursed by some witch.
“…fine, but just one.”
He immediately perked up, eyes filled with pure joy as he nearly jumped from how pumped he was. “Yes!”
Aerosmith soon appeared next to you, awaiting its affection. You didn’t waste any time and gave it a quick peck on its nose before quickly standing back. For a moment, you swear the plane's frown that was usually present on its face turned into a grin as it spun around in the air to make a heart shape with its smoke. For a stand that was meant to scare, that was one of the most adorable things you had ever seen.
Arms then wrapped around you from behind, nearly making you fall as Narancia glomped you. “It loved it!”
You couldn’t help but smile, “Now, it’s your turn!”
Before Narancia could react, you turned around and pressed a kiss on his lips. Then another, and another. As you began pecking his cheeks, he broke out into a fit of giggles as he inched you even closer to him. If he were to ever pass, it would certainly be from your affection.
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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐔.
✦ | Trish finds it a bit odd at first that you give special attention to her stand, but then she eventually comes to like it. Sometimes she’ll catch you putting make up on Spice Girl, even asking the stand if it likes it or not. Trish thinks it’s cute.
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Spice Girl was a diva, that much you knew. Much like her user, she was particular about her fashion and her tastes in general. Where others would see only part of the picture, your girls saw the whole masterpiece. It was something you admired about them, their complexities are what made them unique and you loved them for it. Even when they could be difficult at times.
As you sat with your girlfriends stand at her vanity, you carefully dabbed the larger brush into the pink powder. Then, with a gentle hand you patted the brush on the stand's face. It remained quiet and still as you did so, trying not to ruin your hard work. You then repeated the same actions with a darker pink blush, being just as careful.
After you finished, you sat back and admired your work. It was a hard choice, both blushes looked beautiful against its pale pink skin. So, you decided to get up and spin the stand’s chair around so it could look in the mirror. “So, a lighter pink or darker pink for the blush?”
Before the stand could reply, a voice came from behind you. “I think a darker pink, it looks nice against her skin.”
There stood your Trish, who had recently just woken up judging by her sleepy eyes. Her pink hair was still messy from her beauty sleep, but she looked adorable nonetheless. A smile creeped up on your face as she approached your side, and you were quick to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Goodmorning, sweets.”, you whispered.
“Goodmorning to you, too.” She murmured, then she took more notice of what exactly you were doing. You were doing make up on her stand, a past time only you and her participated in. Even with Trish’s particularities when it came to her routine, she eventually let you do it for her at times. Over time, you had memorized her routine and she found it cute that you did so.
Pulling up a chair, Trish sat next you as you continued to do her stands makeup, occasionally giving pointers to you. If this was what she woke up to every morning, she wouldn’t mind waking up early.
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@𝐧𝐪𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
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byakuyacoochie · 6 months ago
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Size Matters - Jojo's x Reader
Summary: You "guess" the wrong condom size.
Characters: Anasui, Joseph, Bruno, Wamuu, Josuke, Caesar
A/n: I decided it would be good to try a prompt kinda fic that I see all the talented girlies do but I fear I did not eat with this one.
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starzabi · 8 months ago
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— hand headcanons !
just how their hands look and how good they are at using them … johnny, gyro && diego
nsfw warning … minors & ageless blogs dni
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— johnny
his fingers and palms are of the same size but expect his hand to be rather rough due to the many years he’s spent on horseback and because of his stand. They’re probably covered with various fresh and healed scars as well.
but, since he’s spent many of his years with women, being promiscuous so he obviously knows how to use them.
he’s shy at first due to the lack of practice, he thinks he’s rusty but once he puts in a finger, followed by another and hears you moan out his name, he realises that he hasn’t lost his touch which makes him rather cocky—he tries to get you off on just his fingers and to his surprise, you actually do.
‘i still got it…’
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— gyro
his fingers are very, very long and slender compared to his palm and my god, does he know how to take care of his hands. they’re incredibly soft, they feel so uncharacteristic—you couldn’t even believe that such pretty hands could belong to someone like gyro zeppeli.
and of course, given his past, he knows how to properly use them but unlike johnny, he isn’t the kind to make you cum from just that. instead, he teases you endlessly with his fingers and teases you even more when you begin to whine and beg for release.
oh and given his medical background, he’s so adept at using his fingers and pleasuring you perfectly since he’s so well versed in the human body <3 he’s such a perfect partner if it wasn’t for his dirty mouth and his constant teasing.
eventually, he does comply after listening to you beg for a release; but instead of using just his fingers, he ends up making you cum on his cock.
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— diego
another pretty hand haver !! but unlike gyro, he has very roughed up hands as well and they seemed to have gotten much more hard since he gained his stand ability. though they retain some of their initial softness, you can’t deny that they haven’t gained a new texture that’s sort of similar to scales.
diego doesn’t prefer to use his hands, he’d rather have you coming on his dick but on days when you’re extra bratty, he might just use them but only to remind you of who’s in charge.
he’s absolutely filthy with his words when he’s using fingers—he’s filthy all the time but it somehow gets worse when he sees you be a moaning mess from just his three or four fingers.
it’s an ego booster too to him, to see you whining like this—he can’t help but smirk but he never makes you cum though when he uses his hands…
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kittwix · 1 year 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!
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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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Why aren't there more Jotaro X reader, I've read them all
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cinnbar-bun · 1 year ago
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Monster (JoFoes x Reader)
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Characters: Dio Brando (PB), Kars, DIO (SDC), Yoshikage Kira, Diavolo, Enrico Pucci, and Funny Valentine (sorry I have not finished JJL yet so no [spoiler])
Prompt: "He's a wolf in disguise / But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes."
Summary: Their "love" for you comes in many different, untraditional ways. Some more dangerous than the others.
Rating: Mixture of SFW + NSFW, but please mind the warnings.
Notes: Reader is GN! and no specific body parts are mentioned for them. Spoilers I guess for their plans? Reader is a human in all of them, Reader replaces Shinobu + Hayato's roles, not much NSFW for Pucci's part in all honesty, FV is a widower (no Scarlet involved).
Warnings: Toxic relationships, MAJOR power imbalances for all of them (maybe minus Kira's). Heavy religion mentions for Pucci (although Reader is not specified to be Christian). This isn't soft or lovey-dovey (but I can do one later), so pleaseeeeee do not read if those kinds of topics make you uncomfortable.
Word Count: ~4.5k (kill me I lost my mind writing this)
Read on my AO3 here!
Taglist (if you'd like to be added, fill out the form in my pinned): @adeadcreator @bruabbina @gingernut1314 @over--heaven
Dio Brando (Phantom Blood) 
He most likely was pursuing you long before the mask ever took hold of him. He didn’t do it out of pure love- more likely it was for entertainment and as a chance to hold another thing over Jonathan. 
Dio despises how Jonathan attempts to be friendly with you and often will do what it takes to turn you against the poor guy. 
He doesn’t even know why he is so adamant Jonathan stays away from you, even more so than with anyone else. He feels a possessiveness towards you that cannot be contained or described in words. 
He masks most of his disturbing thoughts and possessiveness for you underneath a facade of charming elegance. He’ll play the part of a picture perfect boyfriend for as long as he needs to. 
But even he has to admit he has trouble holding back all these disgusting feelings for you. You frustrate him in a way few ever have and ever will. 
Despite his haughty attitude over Jonathan and his eagerness to get ahead, Dio is actually grossed out by himself tremendously with you. He recognizes after getting wasted once again that he is just like his bastard of a father, Dario, and it settles in a gross pit in the bottom of his stomach. 
It’s wretched, honestly. While he continuously acts bigger and better than ever to get you to fall further for him, he refuses intimacy or overtly physical gestures. Sharing Dario’s blood with this body makes him sickened at attempting to do anything like that with you. 
Compared to his earlier brazen behavior, when he begins to get possessive and attached to you, he almost retreats and refuses to allow himself the chance at intimacy with you. 
However… once he puts on the mask and rejects his humanity, Dio becomes a whole new wicked beast. 
While he still has sentimental feelings for you, his aggressiveness grows almost tenfold. 
Likes to have you sit on his lap while he strokes your head and monologues about his ideals or shows you horrifying imagery. 
Blood. Lots of blood. 
You’re the only one he attempts to keep alive and refuses to let the others feed off of. If you are to ever be used as sustenance, it is by him and him alone. He gets actively violent against his subordinates if they even think of touching you.
In this stage, he’s more open to intimacy. A bit more, but not at his full peak (we’ll get to that later). 
However, the arousal he has is mostly fueled by his bloodlust and hunger. Feedings of you tend to occur after one of his many minions causes some chaos or he gets word of more destruction and feels a possessive streak. 
He is pretty sensual, taking his time to showcase how much stronger he is, how much better he is now that he has become an undead horror of the night. But that sensuality is still layered with a hint of hunger and obsessiveness towards you that he cannot contain. 
He’s less controlled about his feelings now towards you. His eccentricities make him more likely to just take you randomly at anytime without a care of what is going on around him. And he will verbally tell you them aloud now, enabled by his own inhumanity. 
“I can smell your fear, darling. Your heart is pounding fast… tell me, do you desire something more than this innocent petting, dear?” 
Loves to bite you and leave marks on you. He likes to have his fangs scratch against your skin before he sucks on that spot. His favorite places include your neck but also in more hidden places like your inner thighs. 
Your blood is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He’s addicted to the taste and savors it more than a fine wine. He has to remind himself to take it easy because as much as he loves your taste, you’re still mortal and he has to keep you alive. 
Kars 
As a Pillar Man, he does not think highly of humans like you. You are a mere mortal, and where you belong is below him. Hardly even worth a glance at all. 
But for some reason, despite your status, he found himself protecting you from an encounter with someone trying to rob you late at night. He doesn’t even know why he jumped in to do so, but the look of reverence and awe in your eyes at his display of strength made him… intrigued. 
He doesn’t hold back. He tells you everything, because, really, what are you going to do about it? You couldn’t escape even if you tried. 
And now, you live your life as his human… pet? Partner? Servant? Thing…? 
He’s very unclear about it. Some days he ignores you, and other days he mulls over his thoughts to you while he strokes your head. 
Kars rarely ever gets aroused. He’s not a primitive beast and he’s very focused on his goals. 
But, intellectually, he is curious about how you behave around him. He kind of likes the attention you give him and he recognizes how you’re affected by him physically. 
One thing he’s super proud of? His voice. He knows how his voice can turn you on and drive you mad. He likes to get close to your and have his breath tickle your skin before he whispers words of praise for you doing so well for him. 
“Oh, little one, you’re shivering. Are you afraid? Or are you excited?” 
His favorite thing is to get you incredibly aroused while barely touching you. 
Enjoys you riding his thigh- you look like a wanton little beast who can barely contain themself from him. 
Kars likes you vocal, so that means you better be moaning, groaning, gasping, sobbing, and thanking him loudly. He doesn’t care who hears. If you try to hold your voice back he gets rougher to have you be louder. 
Most of your intimate encounters will be him getting you off in order to humiliate yourself/hear you praise him. But in the few times he does find himself craving your body, be prepared. 
He is huge. That doesn’t need to be stated but he’s big. Muscular. Strong. Tall. And he’s got full control of nearly every fiber of his body. As the perfect being, he knows he’s well-endowed and uses it to his advantage. 
Some days he’s merciful and likes to take his time and prepare you. He’ll coo to you as if you are a mindless little animal (you probably will be after how well he stimulates you) and praise you for taking him so well.
“How precious. Control your breaths, pet. You can’t be this exhausted when we’ve barely begun yet. Now… relax yourself.” 
Other days, he’s merciless and will use you without abandon. His cruelty and dominating nature comes out full force. 
“Hmph, is this how you treat your new god? Beg better, or I’ll stop. You should be grateful I even deign to touch your mortal body.” 
Although he insists he is not affected by your presence or that you are but a toy for him to entertain himself with, if someone were to threaten to harm or take you back (ie. Joseph/Caesar), he will step in and put an end to that foolish thought. 
“It is unwise of you to think that you will take what is mine away from me.” 
DIO (Stardust Crusaders)
A Dio fully in touch with his desires with little remorse or care. This new body of his makes him more confident and lecherous. 
The many ‘victims’ that take up his bedchambers are usually fodder he disposes of quickly. And the ones that are ‘lucky’ enough to escape are very few. 
You happen to be fortunately (or unfortunately) be his favorite. And being Dio’s favorite means many things. 
You get special privileges almost no one else receives. Only you are allowed to caress and touch him so brazenly and easily, and only you can get somewhat mouthy with him. 
He spoils you with fancier foods and drinks to fill you to your heart’s content. While others can argue over scraps, he gives you the opportunity to sit on his lap and feed him. And if he’s feeling nice, he’ll feed you too. 
You also are practically immune to anything, so long as you keep remaining his favorite. If a minion tries something with you? Dead. Someone from the ‘harem’ insults you? Dead. Hell, a bird made too loud of a noise? Dead. He finds it hilarious to inflict damage due to his whims and somewhat twisted obsession with you. 
“Hoh? Does it please you, knowing your lord is willing to go to such lengths to keep you safe? Now, what will you do to showcase how pleased you are?” 
Most people catch on very quickly to stay away from you, lest they face an untimely death. 
But it does mean he expects you to serve his every whim quickly. He’s so demanding with you, annoyingly so, actually, and he does it to mess with you. You’re his favorite but he will still be a joker with you. 
He feeds on you often, but is in enough control to reign himself from taking all your blood. Sometimes he “jokes” that he just wants to drain you dry, but it’s up in the air. 
Dio is pretty selfish in bed. Often he lays back and expects you to ride him, like a good pet should do for their lord. Go on, earn your keep. 
He enjoys clawing at your skin and caressing the scratches he leaves on you later on. 
Is not ashamed of making a public spectacle of you if he feels like it. Get used to him continuing to pound into you while Hol Horse attempts to give him a report update. 
He takes his frustration and anger out on you physically. When he gets news that the Crusaders have foiled another batch of minions, he might go get his violent (and bloody) fill with a few random mortals, then return to you and sternly tell you to get on your knees. The stone cold expression on his face makes the room drop a few degrees and he will not talk much in these sessions. 
Dio likes putting you in difficult situations for the thrill of it. Your reactions are always interesting, solidifying his interest in you. 
He does admit that he’d probably never put you first above his plans (which he seldom talks about except when you two are relaxing after an intense night) and sardonically chuckles that he may enjoy you now, but it can all change if you stop being ‘fun’ for him. 
But when Hol Horse attempts to grab you to threaten Dio, Dio’s face hardens in a way no one has ever seen before, and Hol Horse immediately aborts the plan. You’ve never seen Dio look that terrifying before. 
He doesn’t speak of that event again, instead telling you to return to the room and stay there. 
Expect him to keep him closer and have a tighter grip around you. 
Yoshikage Kira 
Hiding in plain sight has never been so easy for Kira after having his face switched with the poor sucker at Cinderella salon. 
He could lie a bit longer, play pretend as a dutiful husband as this random man whose appearance he has taken. 
He returns home to see you, the partner of the man he just took over, and he knows he’s in for trouble. He’s going to have to not only fend off suspicion from everyone else in town, but especially within his own home. He no longer has a safe space and it frustrates him. 
He has never been in a formal romantic relationship, but he attempts to act ‘normal’, keeping some distance but still ‘polite’. 
You don’t seem to suspect much- or maybe you’re just so happy to see some changes in your former husband- and always like to chat with Kira. At first he finds it dull and grating, despising how you talk about nothing useful. 
But he can’t be too bland, so he’ll respond back. Usually one word responses and the like just to satiate you enough to get him off his back. 
However, you’ll occasionally discuss a topic he is more interested in and then he’ll give you more of his personal opinion on the subject. Kira didn’t expect to find some comfort with having another person to share these discussions with. 
And while he hated the fact his normal schedule before acting as your husband changed, he slowly starts to grow fond of his new routine with you. Waking up and receiving a goodbye kiss before he goes off to work has become his new morning energizer. Coming home to see the table set with you waiting for him makes the nights a bit more pleasant. 
He’ll never really recognize if he enjoys this for real or if he’s doing this to keep up the act of a ‘good husband’. He’ll just let the days continue to go on like this while he loses the others off his back. 
Although, one thing that really took him off guard was your heavy affection and sexual desires for him. You have nice hands, he’ll give you that, but he was so taken aback by your behavior. Apparently, throughout the whole night when you dressed up extra nice for him and made him his favorite meal and were complimenting him and swooning over him- that supposedly meant you wanted to take him to the room for some bed breaking action. 
He honestly was so shocked that this was what your behavior meant and he had take a moment to recollect himself. Kira declined that first night because he truly has never had sex with another person, less so someone he was pretending to be married to. He was not mentally prepared for that to be thrown at him.
After calming himself down in a few days, he does attempt to be more physically intimate with you. 
Yeah he’s mostly focused on your hands at first. He still doesn’t recognize if he actually loves you yet, but he won’t decline you giving him a handjob or stroking your hands over his toned body. And he’s always ready to be licking your hands. 
After a few more times of these rather awkward and selfish sessions, he does pay it back and begins to explore your body more. He finds himself fascinated with how your chest rises and falls with every shaky breath and moan you let out. He likes the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. 
His compulsive tendencies do appear in the bedroom, and he does let them out, but they honestly come off as roleplay. It’s kinda hot to hear your normally calm husband just huff and lecture you while he bends your body around roughly to ‘set you straight’.  
“Enough of that. Seriously, can you not even put yourself together correctly? If you can’t dress properly, then don’t bother wearing anything at all.” 
He’s way too deep into this marriage life with you, getting extra frustrated if anyone dares to disturb whatever you two have going on. 
Diavolo 
He falls in lust first. He hasn’t learned his lesson from the last time. Diavolo is a heavy believer in the concept of ‘Fate’, but he believes he is the ‘King’ who can overcome it. 
Surely… ‘fate’ wanted you to be his subordinate. 
You do a wonderful job, you never ask any questions that are unnecessary, and you never stray too far from what he’s asked. You always manage to get the job done in your own, unique way. 
You’re his most trusted subordinate (underneath Doppio), and Diavolo can’t help but feel that selfish urge to contain you as a part of him forever. You’re attractive, so cunning, and so loyal to him- something that makes him believe you were meant to be ‘his’. 
He’s run from his past for so long, but that makes him cocky. If you were to somehow lose his interest, he surely would overcome this ‘challenge’ and defy your fate, too. You’ll never know what hit you. Not to mention, he completely believes he’ll be able to keep you in check and under his thumb. He’s learned that much from his time.
So he lets himself be known to you, after all, good servants deserve some ‘rewards’ from their king, do they not? 
He is a cruel man in bed, doing almost everything in his power to exert his control over you and dominate you. 
Bondage, toys, threats, punishments, and even using King Crimson are not too out of line for this sadist. 
He enjoys overstimulating you, loving the way you babble nonsense and tell him it’s ‘too much’. 
The louder and messier it is, the better. Anything to show you who is the one in control and in charge, and where your proper place as his most devoted servant is. 
He insists on a BDSM lifestyle outside of the bedroom too. Diavolo is not short on funds, so he’ll gift you an expensive accessory (probably with built in tracking on it) as a ‘reminder’ of who you belong to. 
But knowing Diavolo, it’s a veiled threat. Fail to comply with his demands, fail to be entertaining to him, or worst of all, fail to keep his trust- you’ll be dealt with swiftly. Choose wisely when he ‘graciously’ lets you roam free. 
He’s pretty giving otherwise. His constant jumping from villa to villa or hotel makes him take you with him and allow you some luxuries in those areas. You will always have a private suite away from the rabble and be able to relax. 
Diavolo finds it sweet that you’ll trace the paisley tattoos/markings on his arm (sorry I like tattoos so uh-). He’ll let you do it for a bit, all while smirking down at you in amusement. 
“Enjoying yourself, tesoro mio?” 
Gets incredibly angry at the thought of someone touching you or finding you. Not purely out of love- but as a desire to keep you to him. If someone figured out your relationship with him, he’d have to swiftly deal with them and possibly you to keep himself hidden. 
He does trust Doppio to escort you and take care of you, allowing him to be perhaps the only other person to see you physically and take you around wherever Diavolo needs you to be taken. 
Surprisingly, Diavolo likes to listen to the opera and will play some records for you both to listen to while you both unwind or he is working on mundane things for Passione. 
Enrico Pucci 
A master manipulator who believes everything he’s doing is for your own good. He meets in the prison- you’re down on your luck, but you’re earnest and seeking redemption. How could he not want to give you the peace you’ve been searching for? 
As the chaplain of Green Dolphin, he does get more access to you than others get, as well as allowing you the chance to take a break from your prison activities to talk or assist him. 
He believes the chance meeting with you, you who was so pitiful in the chapel and begging for anything to comfort you in your hard time, was another mechanization of “gravity”. 
It was simply fate to meet you, and it was fated that he had to be the one to save you. Perhaps this was a second chance at something he needed to do to be redeemed. Perhaps this was him seeing a kindred spirit within you.
Pucci takes it upon himself to offer you counsel or give you a moment of reprise. Once you two get closer, he begins to encourage more discussion and debate from you. 
“Humans are powerless to oppose fate. Wouldn’t you agree on that?” 
But Pucci is obviously not the completely helpful priest he acts as, as his more sinister and rough behaviors come out the more he is ‘pulled’ to you. 
Pucci does continue to use Whitesnake as a mouthpiece, often to voice more ‘warnings’ to you so you do not get scared of Pucci directly. Obviously Whitesnake is just a separate being from Pucci, and you have nothing to worry about, because you obviously were not planning on doing anything to jeopardize Pucci’s goals or ideals, right? 
He uses his authority and standing in Green Dolphin to get his way. Whether it is ridding of annoying prisoners or guards who bother you, or having you isolated as ‘punishment’ for perhaps doing something he didn’t like, Pucci will pull as many strings as he must. 
Only he has your best interests in mind, and only he is the one who can give you salvation and the hope you long for. He is your ‘fate’ so long as you comply. 
He has to admit, he is curious to get your Memory DISC to see all your memories. But he recognizes that would possibly be a step too far (he has some boundaries, he thinks) and attempts to get you to admit your memories on your own. 
Incredibly attentive and will recall anything you’ve told him with 100% accuracy. It can be comforting and nice when you want to vent or talk to him. Do not think you can lie your way around him, though. Whether you’ve intentionally lied to him or not, he will promptly correct you and tell you to be truthful. 
Pucci believes the Heaven Plan will save you and make you more willing to accept your fate. He confesses to you that what he’s doing will make you happier, will make you more free, and will make your tears dry up. 
Although he says that, sometimes, when he looks at you, he does get those same feelings from before he met Dio. Those dreams of running away, running far away and committing blasphemous acts with you, much like those of the novels he’s read. He brushes them aside and counts prime numbers to rid himself of those ideas. He’s so close to his goal. 
“Enough, Pucci. Enough. You’ve committed to this. You’re doing this for the good of humanity. Even if it’s hard, they’ll understand. They’ll come to learn to love their new life and accept their fate with a smile.” 
Funny Valentine 
Funny prioritizes public appearance and his goals over his private life. Despite Scarlet being gone from the picture, he isn’t all that distraught. But being a ‘widower’ does give him some sympathy from the public that he uses to leverage good PR. 
And you are such a helpful assistant to him. You always have everything under control, every plan together, and whatever he may need quickly finished and given to him without him having to utter a word. 
That competence is quite attractive to him, more so than your physical features (which he does enjoy and did catch his eye before). 
He thinks to himself as a joke that he’d just adore having multiple copies of you running around the White House (and in the room) thanks to D4C, but he knows how dangerous it would be to play with your life like that. You’re so useful to him now, so he’ll care for you. 
Funny pulls lots of all-nighters, especially during the Steel Ball Run, and that means, likewise, you are too, as his devout assistant. This does mean he’s more tired, but also more personable than his stern public face. 
Sometimes he rambles about anecdotes from his time in the army or working as a senator. Sometimes he’ll tell a bad joke that makes you laugh from the fact that the strong president would say such a strange thing out of nowhere. But sometimes, he’ll admit how lonely it is, being the most powerful man in America. Especially without anyone beside him. 
He takes advantage of the sob story he has to get you to be more vulnerable with him. And when you comfort him and offer him some help, he is quite happy internally that you did exactly what he hoped you’d do, but outwardly acts humble. 
“How kind of you, dear. You needn’t worry about my nonsense, though. You aren’t on my payroll to be my personal therapist. I already stress you enough, as is.” 
But you insist and who is he to deny you? 
It doesn’t take long after that for your relationship to go beyond professional boundaries. A touch here, a longing gaze there- and Funny has to admit he enjoys the thrill of having a secret affair going on with his assistant right under the nose of the rest of the workers there. 
And, scandalously, Funny is a freak. A really freaky guy. 
Don’t get fooled by his professional nature and good posture that he displays for the newspapers. Funny is perhaps the most experimental and freaky man on the list, willing to try almost anything at least once (and it does give a good excuse to take you to his chambers). 
He indulges in plenty of kinks; bondage, domination (whether you or him), roleplay, exhibitionism- it doesn’t matter. 
But he will try to reign himself in because he is the president, even if he’d love nothing more than to have you on his desk and weeping for him. His biggest kink is roleplay, and in private, he will want to be addressed differently. This must go on at all times behind closed doors. Failure to adhere to his rules or attempting to embarrass him publicly will result in punishment. 
“You little brat! Have I not been clear on what you were to do? Or were you hoping I would take matters into my own hands? Hm, since you seem to enjoy acting so improper, perhaps I shall reteach you manners. Lay down, now. I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming.” 
Funny can look calm during any arguments he has with you, thus making him a tough man to debate. He is authoritative and believes he knows what’s best. While some backtalk is fine for the most part, after a while he puts his foot down and tells you to stop. 
But then you two see each other after you’ve calmed down, and he holds you while apologizing. He’ll insist he loves you very, very much, but he’s just under so much stress and while you may have your heart in the right place, there are some things that just can’t go as you like. 
Possessive when it comes to you, keeping you monitored by guards and by his side almost 24/7. You weren’t planning on betraying the country you love so much, were you, dear?
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mila-uchiha · 3 years ago
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We're Just Friends ☾ Jotaro x reader
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prompt: "don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us", "we’re just friends”,, “friends don’t do this kind of shit” and "you just squirted on my dick”
a/n: ahhh i had to re post��💓 enjoy yall!! pls keep requesting <3
warnings: NSFW, swearing, rough sex, somnophilia ish not really, hand job, slight cockwarming, squirting, just some smut so minors dni!!!
word count: 2.2k
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What an eventful night.
When you and your friend, Jotaro, were stuck together during a terrible storm, you were forced to spend the night at his, unexpectedly. After stopping by to drop off some food (or at least, that was your excuse) you were left with no choice but to stay by him because of the horrible weather heading your way.
You've had a crush on Jotaro for as long as you can remember, but you two were strictly friends. You never confessed your feelings and from the way it seemed, he did not feel the same. So yes, you "dropped off some food by his house" but in reality you just wanted to see him because it had been over two weeks since you two last hung out.
And boy, were you glad you stopped by.
After finding out about the storm and deciding that you'd have to spend the night in his one bedroom apartment, you were excited, but incredibly nervous. He was your friend but he constantly gave you butterflies all the time.
At this point it was 10PM and Jotaro was already in his grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips while he asked you if you wanted one of his t-shirts to sleep in. Of course you did.
You changed into his oversized t-shirt and headed to his room to say goodnight, admiring the decor in his apartment since you had never been there before. You two were friends, but he was pretty private with his personal life and you had only hung out in public places before.
As you opened the door to his bedroom, you found him sitting under the covers. You walked towards him as he watched you, his eyes trailing up and down your body while you took a seat on the edge of his bed.
"So..." You broke the awkward silence.
"So.." Jotaro replied. "You look nice in that shirt." He was smirking, leaving you to wonder why he was looking at you in that way. You didn't even look good; the shirt fit you like a dress with his clothes being completely large in comparison to your body. But still, it smelt better than you could've imagined.
The rain was pouring outside louder than you've ever heard it as Jotaro kept the smirk on his face, continuously eyeing you up and down.
"Well.. I'm going to crash on the couch. See you in the morning," you announced as you stood up, ready to walk off, before his hand grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you back down onto the bed.
"Don't be ridiculous. There's enough room on this bed for the both of us." His smirk was gone as your eyebrows furrowed, confused at his request. Was he asking you to sleep with him?
"Really?" You asked sarcastically as you looked down at his small bed. Jotaro laughed.
"Okay okay, it's a tight squeeze but I'm not making a friend sleep on the couch." Friend huh? His tone of voice suddenly changed. "Besides, you just got here. You can't go to sleep now."
You hadn't recently gotten there. You were there for about an hour and a half already. And also, Jotaro wasn't usually the kindest type. He was actually a pretty cold and harsh guy when he was ready so you didn't expect him to be so generous. You furrowed your eyebrows again, confused at Jotaro's response, yet still, after that, you decided that you would stay. Not because you didn't want to sleep on the couch, but mostly because you wanted to sleep with Jotaro.
That is, until you remember you had no underwear on beneath his shirt you were wearing and began praying that you wouldn't flash him. You weren't trying to seduce him at all. You just normally don't sleep with underwear and you didn't think you'd be sleeping next to Jotaro tonight.
"Fine. Only because we're friends and you're being generous about it." You mocked his tone as you rolled your eyes sarcastically and climbed under the covers next to him, moving slowly as you tried not to flash him.
The next hour consisted of you two talking non-stop, Jotaro realizing he should be spending more time with you since he enjoyed it, and you realizing the way his leg caressed yours as you both spoke. What was he trying to do? You began drifting off to sleep eventually and turned your body the opposite way, your back facing Jotaro, as you lay on your side. Maybe you two were just going to sleep and nothing more. Maybe he did just feel bad to give you the couch?
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Some time had passed while you were asleep and before you knew it, you were awoken by Jotaro, lifting up the t-shirt he lent you as he stared at your bare ass with awe, although he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he stared at your ass like he wanted to slap it. To do dirty things with you as his expression stayed blank, his jaw tightening.
"Jo-taro?" You asked, half asleep and so very confused. Were you dreaming?
You turned your head slightly, your back still facing him as his eyes immediately met yours. He lifted the shirt up even more, slowly exposing your back and letting it lift pass your tits. He sat up slightly, admiring everything he was seeing, and staring at you before he broke the silence,
"I'm sorry, y/n, I can't resist you anymore." Anymore? He paused, his eyes still tracing every inch of your tits that you desperately tried to cover and every curve of your body. "I just wanted to see you. Underneath my shirt." His voice sounded possessive and rough.
You were still lying on your side and your eyes continuously stared at Jotaro as you felt his hand reach for your tits, caressing them. He then came close behind you and pressed his crotch right up against your ass, allowing you to feel the huge bulge growing in his grey sweatpants.
"Are you okay with this? With me touching you like this?" His body was completely still as his right hand played with your tits, his entire chest pressed against your back. You nodded and let out a small whimper. He grinned.
"Good." His hips then began thrusting slowly, but harshly, into your ass as his cock grew harder. He hadn't been able to see your body fully since your back was facing him, but he was dying to. He was so attracted to you and you never knew. His breathing rate increased as he was leaning close to you, sensually groaning in your ear while he held your tit and slapped his crotch into your ass.
He suddenly began slowing down and stopped spooning you, turning to lie on his back while out of breath, leaving you confused. This caused you to turn and face him as your top remained pulled up, your tits on full display to him now in the dim light of his room. He tried not to look at them.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"For what? I'm not complaining, you know." He glanced at you, finally making eye contact as he looked slightly regretful.
"I don't want to ruin our friendship. Or for you to hate me for doing that."
"I would never hate you... I'd like you even more if you continued." You replied shyly.
His eyes widened. "I thought I could control myself. I just wanted to have you in my bed for one night." He paused. "I can barely be around you. You make me so fucking hard." He glanced down at his large bulge and then back up at you.
You lifted the shirt fully off your head now and dropped it to the floor as you began inching closer to Jotaro, allowing him to stare at your nude body completely, his eyes not once looking up. You lay down next to him and broke the silence between you two.
"Why don't you show me how hard?"
"You wanna see?" He laughed. "You're dirtier than I thought, y/n."
His hands reached for his waistband as he slowly pulled it down, letting his huge cock spring free. You were shocked, and it was shown on your face as Jotaro stared at your reaction.
"You like what you see?" He laughed again, and then suddenly his laughing stopped. His tone of voice got deep very quickly.
"Touch it." God, he was making you weak right now. And so you did touch it. You let your hand reach to his throbbing dick as you gripped it, Jotaro watching your naked body while your hand began pumping up and down his cock making him groan.
Within a few second, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He wanted to be demanding and make you do whatever he wanted, but he also was nervous of how you would react, since you two were always just friends. Still, as he watched your hand move up and down his cock, pre cum leaking out, he couldn't help but give in to his desires.
He suddenly pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, letting the head of his dick rest against your clit making you moan. loudly.
"I wanna fuck you... If you'll let me," Jotaro asked. You looked up at him and nodded, before speaking,
"But if you fuck me.. Then what are we?"
He paused, more interested in the fact that you agreed to let him fuck you.
"We're just friends, y/n." He smirked.
"Friends don't do this kind of shit." You replied. You wanted him to mark you as his.
He continued smirking as he inserted the head of his cock inside you, working his way deeper into your pussy until it was all in. Your moans were growing as he left his cock motionless inside you, leaning down close to you again to whisper in your ear with a change in attitude.
"I can use you and fuck you how I like now." He pulled out and thrusted deeply inside you causing you to scream.
"That's what friends are for right?" He chuckled slightly as he began thrusting harder and harder, groaning the entire time from the way you clenched around his cock while his hand gripped your neck tightly.
His thumb met your clit and began rubbing it while he fucked you, listening to your moans as he reciprocated them each time, swearing while he groaned.
"Fuck,, so fucking g-ood," he cried out.
Eventually you were close to cumming as you felt his thumb working wonders on you, his cock thrusting into you deeply and quickly at the same time while you cried out his name.
"Jotaro- I'm.. I'm gonna cum." He was smirking.
"Then cum. Cum around my cock." And you did. You felt yourself reach your peak as your moans echoed in his bedroom, his hands gripping onto your body to hold you close while you came. You were riding out your orgasm, until you noticed something. Something very wet.
"Holy fuck." You heard Jotaro say.
"What?" You looked down to see the mess you had made.
"You just squirted on my dick.” He was watching your pussy as you felt his pace increase even faster. He pressed his body against yours once more, the two of you feeling ecstasy while you were both covered in your fluids and he leaned down close to your ear,
"So fucking naughty." He said. "Gonna cum inside you now since you wanna squirt all over me." His pace continued increasing until there was one final thrust and he reached his limit. His body was practically convulsing as he whimpered, letting his warm cum fill your insides while his hand still gripped around your neck tightly.
As he rode out his orgasm and pulled out to sit beside you, completely out of breath, he kissed you, for the first time of the night. It was a passionate but slow kiss with your tongues interlacing as he held your cheek before pulling away.
"Sorry. Just realized I fucked you and didn't even kiss you." His voice was so sexy after cumming. So hoarse.
"I don't blame you." You shrugged. "You're not really supposed to kiss your friends," you said sarcastically, making Jotaro laugh.
"Yeah, you're also not supposed to fuck your friends." This time, you laughed. He then pulled you into him letting your head rest on his chest and he held your body.
"Can I tell you something?" He broke the silence.
"Sure," you replied.
"I was so excited when I realized you'd have to spend the night." He sighed. It seemed like he got some weight off his shoulders.
"Can I tell you something?" You asked him, making him nod. "Me too." And with that, he kissed you, passionately again.
As he pulled away, you realized the fact that you had the entire night to let him fuck you however he wanted. Before the real dom Jotaro came out for the rest of the night, he ended the sweet moment between you two on one note making it clear to you how he felt,
"Guess we aren't just friends, y/n."
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sweetheartsnips · 4 months ago
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Daddy Cool - Chapter 5: Diavolo
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Summary: Diavolo is obsessed with his favourite little underling and decides to keep you for himself.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Dubious consent, yandere Diavolo, stalking, abduction/kidapping.
Words: 1.7k
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For other chapters in this series please see my JoJo masterlist
A/N: Diavolo might be my #1 JoJo crush guys. That is a hard title to hold LMAO. Is that bad? Probably. Also I have never been kidnapped by the mafia so sorry if this isn't accurate.
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He knew it when he first saw you.
Not in the way most of his men knew things–there was no question, no hesitation, not a shadow of doubt. He simply knew, with the same certainty that he understood power, possession and control, that you were meant to be his. 
Unfortunately, you didn’t see it that way.
You weren’t like most of his underlings. The ones who caved under his influence with hollow devotion and shallow subordinance. You were different. 
He watched you through Doppio’s eyes often, keeping the real him hidden. The way you pried curiously, stuck your nose into things, challenged things unknowingly. You didn’t truly understand what you had gotten yourself into. You didn’t truly understand what being in his mafia meant. 
One day, you asked his other half about his family. If he had any children. ‘A daughter, perhaps?’ You had asked with a polite smile that was utterly clueless. You truly didn’t know a thing, did you? But that didn’t matter. You had gotten too close. 
So he took you.
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A clean, quiet abduction. Professional. No bruises, no violence, no drugs. You were one of his most prized possessions, after all. How could he allow any harm to come to you? 
You finally woke up in a bed that was far bigger than he knew you were familiar with. Draped in silk, your pretty body wrapped in lace and fabric far more delicate than the rough world he had taken you out of. Cute confusion flickered across your face, then anger when you saw him. You stiffened. 
Not out of fear. You had some semblance of a backbone. Most people in Passione had seen monsters before. But you had never seen him. Only his dear little Doppio. 
He stood at the foot of the bed. Composed, calm, controlled. Every inch the ruler he was, even if you didn’t know it yet. 
“Who are you?” you demanded. Your voice was firm, but you were playing pretend. It was obvious. 
He smiled. Slow but knowing. “I’m the Boss.”
He didn’t need to say any more. The way he could see the cogs turning in your mind, the way your knuckles gripped the satin sheets, the way he caught your breath faltering. It was admirable, really. Most would have been pleading for their life by now. Not you, though. Another reason why you were so special.
He gestured toward the silver tray beside the bed: crystal-clear water, a selection of your favourite foods, things he knew you liked even if you’d never told him. You eyed it warily, suspicion clouding your gaze.
“I don’t want anything from you,” you spat.
He chuckled, stepping closer. You shrank back, just barely faltering.
“You want many things from me, ragazza mia,” he murmured. “You just don’t know it yet.” (my girl) 
Anger flared in your expression, masking the fear you refused to show. You pursed your lips. How cute.
“I own everything you touch. Everything you think of.” His hand reached out, slow, deliberate. Fingers caught your chin, tilting it upward. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip. “I own you.”
You shuddered in response, the faintest spark of something far more amusing than fear flickering in your eyes. 
His voice was low, velvet and steel. “You should be thanking me. Anyone else would have hurt you, piccola.” (little one)
You inhaled sharply, but didn’t pull away.
“But not me,” he continued, his fingers trailing down the side of your neck in a whisper of contact. “I’ll take care of you.”
Your pulse thrummed beneath his touch.
You didn’t take much convincing. 
He pressed against every weakness, every vulnerability, every unspoken need. He knew all your soft spots, after all. All of your likes and dislikes, everything that made you tick. Doppio had been the vessel for his quiet observation of you since the beginning. 
He touched your skin so softly. He ran his fingers through your hair. He spoke praises and sweet nothings in those deep, knowing whispers that would strip you bare in ways that even you yourself wouldn’t understand. 
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, lips just inches from yours. “And I will.”
Silence.
A war raged in your eyes.
But you didn’t tell him to stop. Not once. 
His lips pressed against yours, slow at first. Testing, waiting, searching for the moment when your resistance would falter. 
He didn’t force you. He didn’t need to.
But he knew.
He knew it in the way your breath hitched, the way your fingers twitched as if you were trying to convince yourself that you wanted to push him away. He knew it in the heat rising beneath your skin, betraying you long before you surrendered.
And when you finally did—when you broke and kissed him back—his control snapped.
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his throat as he deepened the kiss, dragging you under, pulling you into the depths of his dark and depraved desire. You finally gave way under the sheer force of his obsession.
Hands skimming up your sides, kneading the soft curve of your waist. Palming your thighs, squeezing just enough to make you shiver. Spreading your legs open beneath him slowly, indulging himself with the way your breath hitched, the way your body tensed—like you were still deciding whether to resist or surrender.
“Just say the word, darling , ” he murmured against your ear. “Say no, and this can all be over.”
You didn’t speak. 
You only gasped as his fingers found you, teasing at your most intimate place with unbearable patience. Light, but insistent touches, barely there at first, dragging just enough sensation to make you tremble. Your hips twitched, seeking more, but he denied you, keeping the pace slow, controlled.
The power he held over you was intoxicating.
He watched you closely, fascinated by every little reaction. The way you squirmed, the way your thighs threatened to clamp shut only for him to part them again, effortlessly. The way your body betrayed you despite the defiant press of your lips.
You wanted this.
And he would make you admit it.
He was relentless. Coaxing those sweet little moans from your lips with expert precision. Every sound you made only spurred him on more, each breathless whimper yet another feather in his crown of victories he claimed without shame. 
“Be good for me,” he murmured, voice thick with promise, with possession. His lips ghosted over your jaw, your throat, your shoulder. “And I’ll give you the world, cucciola. ” (sweetheart/baby) 
You were unravelling beneath his hands. 
He moved slowly, savouring that perfect moment when you stopped fighting yourself. And when he finally pressed his cock into you, your back arched against the sheets, a small gasp escaping your pretty mouth. Your body welcomed him, hands gripping at him, sliding down his back, pulling your body against his in an intimate display of submission. 
Heat, tight and overwhelming, wrapped around him, pulling him under just as much as you. His control threatened to snap, but he held steady, drinking in every little sound, every little shudder.
Skin against skin, warmth melting between you. Your softness moulded to his body, and he let himself feel everything —the way you trembled beneath him, the way your fingers traced the scars on his back, a quiet acknowledgment of the battles he’d fought, of the power he wielded so effortlessly. But beneath the hardness of his body, his skin burned against yours, his breath warm where it ghosted over your cheek.
His tattoos shifted as he moved, dark ink stretching and flexing with every slow, deliberate thrust. Emerald eyes watched you closely. You wore that lustful, brainless expression so well. The way your lips parted, the way your brows knitted together, the way your body answered his every touch as if it was meant to be. 
And then you came undone. 
He held you close as you writhed against him–so close that his pink hair stuck to your sweat-slick body as you lost yourself completely to pleasure. It was everything he wanted. Everything he’d been waiting for.
His grip on you tightened, a quiet reminder of his power, of his possession.
And the best part?
You let him.
You gave yourself to a man who only knew how to take. In this moment, in the way you looked at him, in the way your body surrendered—he almost believed you wanted to be his.
Which you were now, regardless. 
The room was thick with heat, with the remnants of quiet moans and broken hesitation still clinging to the walls. Your body was soft beneath his touch, warm, undone, but your eyes were caught between exhaustion and realisation, as if you hadn’t known from the moment he brought you here. 
He brushed a strand of hair from your face, not stopping when you flinched ever so slightly. Your breath was uneven, heart pounding in your ribcage. He was so close to you he could feel it. It was as if you were trying to ground yourself. As if that would make a difference now.
He whispered in your ear. "You’re smart enough to know that I can’t let you go now, aren’t you, tesoro?" (darling) 
No answer.
But he saw it. In the way you hesitated, the way your throat bobbed with a swallowed breath, in the way your muscles tensed even though you were perfectly still. 
You understood. 
He pulled back, reaching for his shirt, taking his time with each button, slowly covering the lace beneath with linen. He could feel your eyes on him, and there was a moment where he thought you might say something. 
But you didn’t.
He left without another word, stepping into the dim hush of the hallway, knowing you wouldn’t follow. 
Now he’s gone. You sit there, motionless, fingers drifting absently to your lips. Where the heat of the last kiss still lingers. Where the taste of the devil is still fresh.
The same thought echoed in the otherwise emptiness of your conscience.
What have you done? 
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dollwrites · 6 months ago
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content type ┊ standalone
content warnings ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!maid!reader, pre vampire!dio, masturbation ( m! ), nonconsensual touching, classism, humiliation, degradation, power play, cum marking, all characters featured are aged 18+
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every room in the Joestar Manor was enormous. sometimes, you wondered how on earth you managed to get them all tidy— it felt, especially on the days like this one when neither the Master of the House nor his polite son Jonathan were home, like you simply wandered aimlessly down never ending corridors. into a study to pick up fallen books, and back out to clean the massive windows in the hallways until the warmth from the sun coaxed a few, minuscule droplets of perspiration to your temple.
bedrooms, oh how there were so many bedrooms!
the guests rooms were mostly untouched, so you tidied them first; dusting trinkets and fluffing pillows, sweeping and mopping the floors before you would move on to George’s. George’s room was rarely in need of tidying, but you enjoyed the familiar smell of his cologne and the softness of his bedclothes as you straightened up. there was something so calming and fatherly about the residual warmth and scent left against his sheets and pillows, that always reminded you how lucky you were to have stumbled along his carriage years ago, trembling and soaked from a harsh rain. a strict man, but the type of father figure you could’ve used in your childhood, you were somewhat envious of his sons and their privilege.
it wasn’t until you made your way down the long corridor, approaching Dio’s room, that you heard something. a faint hissing, as if air was pushed through a nose on the other side of the door. you froze, your hand on the knob, considering the possibility that Dio was still inside. your heart thumps, anxiety flooding your veins. you’d hoped that he’d joined Jonathan and George on their outing, or perhaps slipped out to find someone in the city to terrorize, however it seemed that you couldn’t get so lucky. turning the knob, you gently push the door open and peek inside.
“You took so long, you must be slacking off on your chores.”
your breath catches in your throat as you stand frozen in the doorway.
Dio is sprawled out on his back in an ocean of sheets and a warm duvet, but he is utterly and completely nude. it was difficult to avert your eyes ( even though with a yelp of pure shock you managed to do so ), but not before getting an eyeful of all the adopted son— the Black Sheep— of the Joestars had to offer. muscles rippling through his thighs and up his abdomen, a broad and impeccable chest that was heaving up and down with ragged breaths, and both large hands wrapped around a mighty cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling. the reddish tip was nearly heart-shaped, and throbbing veins mapped their way down to a bed of golden pubic hair and his swollen sac. dragging his grip from the head to the middle of his shaft, Dio let out a soft moan that targeted your sex directly.
“O-oh, my!” you cry out, almost attempting to speak over the sound that was turning your knees to jelly and pooling your core, you cover your eyes with one hand, the other holding on to the bedroom door for dear life as your face burns from humiliation. “Forgive me, young master Dio, I-I- assumed you had gone out—“
Dio’s brows are tightly knit, and he glares at you with a narrowed, crimson stare, eliciting a soft huff as he pleasures himself. “What are you doing just standing there?” he demands, ignoring your flustered apologies. “You’ve work that needs to be done, no?”
your heartbeat thuds against your rib cage, and you try to find your breath with an uncertain nod.
did he really expect you to clean his room whilst he laid there and played with himself?
“Then get to it.”
it was several seconds before you could force your feet to carry you deeper into the bedroom. there was a heavy, tense silence as you tried to keep your eyes off of his naked form on the bed, and he continued to stroke himself. stumbling over to a heap of laundry, you quickly grab an armful and find the hamper, grateful for the moment that you can turn your back on him. but even as you shied away, you could feel his stern stare burning a hole into your back, and he ran the pad of his thumb against his tender slit and grunted. “Fuck…”
the expletive hangs in the air around the two of you for several more seconds, your trembling hands gripping the edges of the hamper as you close your eyes tightly, listening to the slick smacking sound of his self-pleasure.
“Did I tell you to freeze up like a scared, little rabbit?” Dio hissed, and something from his bedside table clattered to the floor directly after. you didn’t have to look to know that he’d batted something on to the floor in order to force you to move closer to his bed. “Are you so sensitive?”
“N—no, sir,” you tremble, stumbling over to the side of the bed with your eyes pinned to the floor. you come upon his rugby trophy laying by your feet, and as you reach down to retrieve it, one of his hands slips underneath your skirt. “Master?!” all of the breath seems to be sucked from your lungs as his thick fingers worm their way beneath your cotton panties and dig into the supple, vulnerable flesh of your ass. “What are you doing?!” you consider jerking back, squirming out of his grip and running away, but his voice is low and husky as it stops you.
“Stand still, let me feel what you’re hiding under that frumpy, little dress you always wear.” as he speaks, his fingers explore further, gripping handfuls of your ass cheek before slipping between your thighs. they tighten together as if that could keep the man from invading your core, but it doesn’t. his fingertips poke and prod along the trail between your netherlips, gathering slick upon them with a low growl. “Sloppy wet already? I’ve barely touched you.”
“S—stop…” you were hardly able to get the breathy out before Dio hooked his fingers around your panties and uses the grip to pull you forward, lifting up just enough for the damp cotton to slot between your folds and your ass cheeks. pulled to your tiptoes, you mew and grind your teeth, closing your eyes tightly to keep from crying out.
Dio’s ruby eyes are hard and unblinking, his jaw working as he grumbles, low through his sneer. “Am I, or am I not, your master?”
slowly, you nod, writhing on your toes in discomfort as the lingerie rubs against your most vulnerable sections. “Y—you are…”
“And are you, or are you not, the help? A pathetic, little runaway maid.”
another nod, and you take a stuttering breath, “M—Master, please… it hurts—“
“I’m surprised at you. You actually sound quite cute like this, begging and helpless.” you hear the slapping of Dio pumping his cock again, to the tune of your begging for mercy. “What do I get in return for my benevolence?” he teases, tugging harder on the distressed cotton to coax another whimper from your trembling lips. the rigid fabric and the way it grinds against your core has every one of your muscles tensed.
“Anything…” you pant. your feet are aching from standing this way. your panties are ground so tightly against your swollen clit that even the most subtle movements of Dio’s hand seems to ignite a fire deep in your sex, and you would do anything to be released from this agony. “Anything, master! I promise!”
Dio chuckles thickly, but seems pleased enough with your answer, loosening his grip until you can stand flat-footed on the ground again. your panties, pulled completely out of their original shape, droop, but it doesn’t matter, because Dio is quick with his demands. “Take them off,” a flippant gesture to your groin, and you know he means your panties. “And hold up your skirt.”
blushing, fuming with humiliation but knowing better than to disobey him, you do as instructed, shimmying your panties down until they pool at your feet. then, you grasp two fistfuls of your skirt and pull it upwards, exposing your now bare cunt. Dio examines the sex, his hand lingering between your legs in order to shove them further apart until you’re spreading them, before he smirks, and takes his cock in both hands again. “You present that drooling cunt to me like you’re keen to feel me fuck it.” he moans again, starting to grip and stroke himself in a cruel, hard rhythm. you could see the fingers that’d teased your folds only moments before were shiny with your essence, smearing your smell over every inch of his veiny, thick cock.
you can’t help but only get wetter at the sight, embarrassed by your own body’s willingness to betray you, your arousal dribbling down your thighs and leaving a sticky residue that Dio beams at.
it only spurs him to fuck his own hands much faster and harder, his powerful hips bucking up off the bed as his moans and heavy panting joins the symphony of skin slaps. “You can be… a good girl,” he groans, hoarsely, “it just needs to be bullied out of you.”
you hadn’t realized, at first, what he meant. you were staring at the furious pumping of his fists, the way his bold cockhead speared through the tight canal provided by his own vice, and beaded precum that dribbled over his knuckles. you were entranced by the thought, and beside yourself, you began to imagine what his cock would feel like as it barreled through you. how tightly you would have to stretch over him. how his thick and pumping veins would rub your walls in just the right way. they seemed to agree, because they spasmed, and you let out a needy, little whimper, clenching around air.
“Come.” Dio demands, one of his hands flying off of his own cock to grasp your dress at the neckline. a wet fist forms, and he jerks you closer to the bed, ripping buttons off in the process. the fabric flays open, exposing your naked breasts, nipples already hard, and your chest rising and falling with anxious, uneven breaths. but you stumble closer, as close as you can get, until he swings his legs over the side and nearly pulls you into his lap. both of your hands immediately flee to his chest, moreso to steady yourself than to push him away, and you feel the heat beneath your palms. the sweat that makes his skin slick and red.
Dio doesn’t seem to notice, or he doesn’t care. his red eyes are cast downwards, one hand guiding the tip of his dick between your sensitive netherlips. you let out a soft noise of protest, uncertain if he intended to penetrate you, but you hadn’t the time to react if he had. rubbing the slit up against throbbing button, he hisses one more, exasperated curse, before he erupts.
sliding you up and down, running his dick tip laps between your folds and dipping it into your hole to tease your tightness, he howls and cums— white webbing that smells of him claiming your needy twat, inside and out.
you were shaking almost as much as he, every bump against your tender button eliciting a whine from your lips, but you hadn’t noticed just how much pleasure you were feeling until your thighs trembled when he finally left his mark and pushed you away from him. your core was buzzing, begging for more stimulation than he was willing to provide.
“Now your sloppy, little cunt belongs to me.” Dio grinned as he gazed upon his handiwork, admiring the way his spunk stained you, and globs of it dripped down your legs. his eyes slowly run the length of you— your skirt still balled up in your fists, your torn open dress and vulnerable breasts, and finally your countenance twisted in spoiled pleasure and uncertainty. his voice is dark and taunting. “Whenever I decide you’re a worthy thing to be fucked.”
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upon-sunflower-trails · 3 months ago
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jotaro kujo (part 3) x reader | oneshot | 1137 words
i am not immune to 'only one bed' propaganda. sorry.
warnings: reader is called "woman" once. jotaro may be ooc. barely proofread
work below the cut!
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You were going to kill Joseph Joestar. 
The journey to Egypt had already been long and arduous enough. The last thing you needed was this slip-up, all because the older man had overlooked some things when booking the rooms. 
Jotaro sighed as he sat down on the bed, grip tightening on his hat. He muttered something to himself that you couldn’t quite hear, the mattress dipping under his weight. You did your best to qualm your own worries as you met him at the edge of the bed. 
“Hey, it’s fine, really. I don’t mind taking the floor so you can get some proper rest.” You didn’t want to elaborate on how you were already flustered enough having to share a room with the boy, let alone the thought of you two sharing a bed. 
Despite this, Jotaro’s rejection of the offer was nearly instantaneous. “Don’t be stupid. Just get on the damn bed.” His tone was rough as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he was calculating your every move.  
You huffed, avoiding eye contact as you slipped into bed beside him. You couldn’t even come up with some sort of clever retort to his insult right now, instead deciding to turn your gaze to the balcony window as you picked at your nails. 
A million things raced through your mind as the bed shifted again, presumably due to Jotaro moving to lie down next to you. You did your best not to think about the heat radiating from his body from where you were sitting against the headboard. 
“Hey.” 
His voice pierced through your thoughts, causing you to perk up. He simply stared. You murmured a noncommittal, ‘hm?’, your gaze owlish as you looked down at him. 
Silence settled back in between you two as he seemed to take you in. You almost began to feel self-conscious as his eyes bore into yours. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, finally deciding to speak. 
“Just... come closer.” You could see the way his stoic demeanor faltered for a moment as your eyes widened, flushing. Who were you to deny him? You scooted just an inch closer before lying down, hand propping up your head as you faced him. A soft smile graced your features as he admired you. 
You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for the boy. After all, your relationship wasn’t platonic by any means. Labels didn’t seem to be a thing with Jotaro, or so you assumed. As it stood, you quite liked the simplicity of the boy trying to be subtle in how he always checked up on you, or how his hand always found its way to the small of your back as you walked along the crowded pavement. 
Jotaro’s hand moved towards yours, seemingly a subconscious action. 
“You’re really annoying, you know that?” He muttered, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let out a soft chuckle—both at the irony of the situation and his difficulty with communicating how he felt.  
“I know. Yet, you still put up with me. What does that say about you?” Your tone was teasing, even as your heart raced due to the feeling of your hand in his. 
He gave you a slight smirk. “Says that I make bad decisions," he snarked, tugging your hand as a silent request for you to come closer.
Wordlessly, you moved to lie your head on his chest. "You say that, yet you made sure I slept here in bed instead of on the floor. Was that another poor decision by the infamous Jotaro Kujo?" He huffed indignantly in response, yet his scowl disappeared as you giggled. He wrapped his arm around your waist, effortlessly pulling you closer to him as he closed his eyes, relaxing ever so slightly.
"Tch, shut up... your teasing irritates me," he muttered, opening his eyes to admire you once again. You felt your face warm as he stared, reaching up to card a hand through his hair. You hummed as he all but melted into your touch.
You had to resist the urge to press a kiss to his forehead, instead opting to lean yours against it. Your eyes closed. "Please. We both know you wouldn't have it any other way." His arm around your waist tightened ever so slightly.
"... You're such an annoying woman," was all he could seem to muster up as a comeback. You laughed quietly, relishing the closeness between the two of you.
You really did cherish these moments you both shared. Hushed conversations on hotel balconies, lightly scolding the other if one of you sustained too many injuries in a fight with an enemy stand user, the looks you would shoot each other from across the table when Polnareff or Joseph said something especially out-of-pocket. You loved it all.
Jotaro was silent for a long while, heart racing under your touch. The hand resting on your waist moved to cup your face, his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip.
You looked up at him through your lashes, despite your gaze flickering down to his lips. You did your best to keep your heart rate under control as your eyes finally met his again.
Another beat of silence passed. Your lips parted, disrupting the quiet.
"Are you just going to stare, Jojo?"
Your tone was soft, nearly breathless, but it didn't falter. It was more vulnerable than either of you were used to.
"Shut up."
His tone wasn't snarky as usual—rather, it was desperate. He didn't wait any longer before capturing your lips in a kiss, hand moving to the nape of your neck. You cupped his cheek, heart pounding against your ribcage. It was soft, fleeting, before you both pulled away with pupils blown wide and faces flushed.
You hadn't kissed each other up until this point, not even a short peck on the cheek. You did your best to fight off the smile that broke across your face. Jotaro simply stared at you, drinking you in. He moved to cradle your face in his hand once again, letting out a shaky exhale.
"God... you look too damn pretty right now." The words were barely above a whisper as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 
Naturally, you leaned into his touch. "I really like you, Jojo." You bit the inside of your cheek at your own confession. "And... I want you to know that I'm serious— not just about what I said. But about us." Your eyes shifted away for a moment, face burning. 
That same silence filled the room again. It was natural when you were with him, but in this moment, it felt suffocating.
"Good grief. Just tell me you love me."
You all but lunged into kissing him to wipe the smirk off of his face.
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Yandere Jotaro Kujo with pregnant reader
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Your "relationship" would already be quite long.
However, not far enough for Jotaro's Yandere features to be clear.
Because of this, a child might seem like a good idea.
However, Jotaro isn't going to hide his Yandere tendencies for long.
He would become really protective during your pregnancy.
Jotaro would have plenty of enemies who wouldn't hesitate to hurt you.
you would probably move to a completely new place together.
You could oppose the move, but Jotaro would be determined.
It would be completely pointless to argue with him about this.
Jotaro might get softer during pregnancy.
You really wouldn't get punished.
Maybe you could even go out with Jotaro.
When you were sleeping, Jotaro would love to pat your belly.
He wouldn't do it awake, though.
Secretly, Jotaro was afraid that you would reject him.
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metriaaqua · 3 months ago
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A Fateful Encounter
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THIS CHAPTER: Two nights before the Steel Ball Run is scheduled, an experience in your father’s bar only further fuels your decision to participate. No matter what anyone thought or said, you’d be at that race.
WARNINGS: period-typical sexism. gyro sorta smells normal jumpscare (im COPING) (I PROMISE THAT MAN WILL BE STINKY LATER)
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NOTE: STEEL BALL RUN IS REAL HELLOOOOOO!! after the stream i went outside and frolicked around in the beautiful sun and picked flowers. life is good. ALWAYS KEEP HOPE NO MATTER WHAT.…. still waiting on my diego.png. that announcement gave me enough motivation to finish this rewrite!! hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this once more! this is only an intro, so it'll be a little shorter than normal, the rest of the chapters will be WAY longer!
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$50,000,000. 
That’s the prize for first place in the Steel Ball Run race. There are other prizes for the rest of the placements, but they pale in comparison to first place. You couldn’t believe it then and still couldn’t believe it now. 
The thought of it brings a smile to your face as you clean a glass. Maybe about…42 more glasses to clean and you’d finally make enough actually to enter. The entry fee was $1,200 and unfortunately for you, you’ve got $710 right now, including quarters and nickels you’d find lying within the streets. Every little bit helps.
In order to get to your goal faster, you volunteered to work at your father’s saloon as a barmaid.
Of course, you omitted the reasoning as to why, so he probably thinks you’re just doing a good deed and helping the business. The only things you were really focused on was winning the race and becoming a full-fledged writer. Now that you think about it, when the race was said and done, what would you be buying for yourself?
Beautiful silk clothing like those rich girls around town would wear? Those pearl earrings you'd see on their ear? God, you wish.
Not only was writing your motivator, but occasionally seeing those upper-class women around town made you want to splurge. It’s their fault through and through.
They'd only really pass through town, yet you still find yourself looking at them anyway. When you wondered why you couldn't stop seeing them, you chalked it up to them wanting to rub their wealth in your face. The lives of the aristocrats are so much better than yours and each time they’d pass, the reminder was just a slap in the face.
Their tactics to make you jealous worked a little too well, and even if mother would gently remind you that it's all in your head, you found yourself wanting that life, too.
Everything’s going to be achieved once you win the Steel Ball Run. You just know it. Your aspiration. Your dreams—
“You know, you’ve been rubbing the same glass for about five minutes now. Are you okay?” A woman asked, watching as you suddenly clam up. “Should I call for help?” 
"Oh, no,” You quickly apologize afterward, setting the glass down. This is your reality at the moment, the closing barmaid for the rest of the night at the saloon. There were still quite a few people in here even though the sun had started setting and it was about 45 minutes or so until close. After all, this is the saloon that never sleeps: Lucky Spur.
That is until it’s closed. Makes you giggle a little.
The air was thick with the scent of nicotine, alcohol, and now the faintest hint of perfume from this woman in your area. “Did you want something to drink?” You ask her.
“Just a water, but can you make something nice for that handsome man over there too?” She sticks a finger behind her to point in his direction. “Wanna try and get on his good side a bit before I charm him.”
Handsome, she says? You’ll just have to see for yourself. When you turn to look, you think you’re completely blinded by his radiance…
Well, that’s being overdramatic.
Hey, she was right though. The man was attractive. With long flowing blonde hair that reached far down his back, he had a sharp face with piercing emerald green eyes that almost sparkled even in the dim lighting of the saloon. He’s got a strange beard pattern on his chin, squares of blonde lining upward on his jaw. You might be seeing things, but it looked like he had some green lipstick on as well.
The way that he looks makes you ignore the strange getup he has on. Must be a cowboy, the way he’s got his hat perched up on his head and the cape that cascades down his back. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a cowboy dress that way, though.
He’s got an annoyed look on his face, one that scrunches up even more when he reaches a hand down to adjust his boot. 
It’s no wonder this woman had been twirling her auburn hair on her fingers with a dreamy look in her eye. You’d probably be doing the same, had you not wondered how long he’d been here for. All he was doing was sit at the table idly and you don’t recall serving him. There’s no way your head was in the clouds for that long.
Maybe he had come earlier than you had, but if that was the case, he would’ve been sitting there for hours and still hadn’t ordered a damn thing. 
When closing time comes, what then? You can only hope that you won’t have to be the one to shoo him away. Having to look him in the eye might make it a little too tempting to say he could stay as long as he wanted to. You can almost feel your face heating up, so you quickly fill a glass of water and place it in front of the woman.
Now, something that’ll impress this guy, maybe something that'll get his attention. Once again, you decide to take another look at him.
You'd always had an eye for those things, being able to roughly guess what kind of drinks a person would like. The women who came here often preferred something light on their stomachs in comparison to people who usually gamble here. They enjoyed a drink that would go down easy, as long as they could focus on their games. Something in the middle would suffice for them.
Based off this situation? This woman wanted his attention and she was going to get it because of you. There's a sudden pang of admiration that shoots through you, followed by envy shortly after. Even if he annoyed you a little bit by not ordering anything, you wish you had the chance to jump at him first.
The man's eyes eventually flicker over to you and nearly give you a heart attack, causing you to pick up another glass and wipe it over at least five times. You must've been staring at him for a little too long.
The woman at the counter eagerly turns to you. “He was looking at me! Did you see it?” She asks in excitement. 
You don’t answer her at first.
They're customers. You should treat them as such and do your job. Instead of being jealous, maybe you should focus on getting money to enter. If you’re lucky, this woman would tip you after.
“Sure did. How could he not? You’re very beautiful!”
You can see her blush and press her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, you flatter me!”
Prayerfully, you’ll get a tip for your kindness.
Anyhow, Brandy would do him good, as his appearance made you lean towards something a little more on the harsh side. With only a sprinkle of sugar and an addition of bitters, you reach down and add a singular lemon to rest on its rim.
Simple. You set the glass on the wooden counter gently. “Here you go.” You say. “Hope that works.”
Once she takes it energetically, she bounces on over to where the man is. Whatever. To distract yourself from taking a look at them and driving yourself nuts for no reason, you snatch up the newspaper you’d been looking at earlier, burying your nose in it.
The newspapers just won’t stop talking about this race. No matter what date it was issued, it’s been the talk of the entire month of September. Not only would it start in two days, but this is the first cross-country horseback race.
This Steven Steel guy, the organizer of this race, what a crazy man. Where did he even get an idea like this from? 
Sign-ups were on site thank goodness, but it wouldn’t mean anything if you didn’t have enough money. Your window of opportunity was steadily closing and you had to hurry things up if you wanted to make it in time.
Your horse, all of the practice, that’s all set. You’re fine in those departments. It’s the money part that’s holding you back. Though, you can’t help but smile at the thought of your horse. 
Nirvana, the Friesian that would lead you clear across that finish line to victory. Another perfect reason to come here often was to visit a family friend, Miss Ava. She owned a large ranch near the end of town. You’d clean things up around the house and tend to some of the animals and she’d reward you with food or trinkets.  
Her son, Liam was there too, you guess. The brother you never had—or wanted, honestly. You always believed he’d been jealous of you because you were so close to his mother. He eventually came around after you admitted your interest in horses. Even more so when you mentioned the race. 
It was luck, fate even, when he told you he had been a jockey a few years ago. There was an agreement between you both that he’d let you borrow Nirvana for the race, though the promise he made you keep (one he made sure you linked pinkies for), was that when you get famous, you’d mention him at every so often. No matter what question was asked, you’d always shoehorn Liam into it. Vain, but if it’s something you have to do, fine.
Then he made it abundantly clear that just because you’re a woman, it didn’t mean you’d get the easy route when it came to riding. You’d be treated just like a man by him and he insisted that it’d be no different in the race.
There’d be a red target plastered right on your back. Anyone could take a shot at any time. 
That part may have been scary, but what probably was scarier was all the injuries you'd get from falling off Nirvana every so often. Liam reckons you’re lucky that it’s only scratches and bruises and that Nirvana hasn’t kicked you with her hind legs yet and killed you.
Now that you think about him, you’re pretty sure you have to remember to meet him tomorrow afternoon. He asked you to see him as soon as you had woken up.
“Hey! You listenin'?!” Another patron calls, waving his hand in the air to get your attention. He waves a cigar in his hand, spreading the smoke in the air. It makes you fight the urge to pinch your nose. They seemed to be in the middle of a very serious poker game, but you were sure that if they didn't get their next round of drinks, they'd just die. “Didn’t you hear me?”
Setting it down gently, you come around from the bar to serve him, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you too well. I was reading the paper. Could you repeat what you said earlier?”
Your voice is sweet, cutting through the boisterous laughter directed towards you by the men. It makes you feel like you’re the butt of a joke only they know about, and the way they eyed you like a piece of meat hadn’t helped.
“..What's a pretty girl like you doing reading the newspaper anyway? Shouldn't you be entertaining us?” One man asks, lowering his deck of cards. “It can't be that interesting, can it?”
“It is,” You nod. “They're talking about the horse-back race. I think I may even enter.” You feel proud as you say those words, putting your hands on your hips with a smile. But then the men fall into more howls of laughter. “Why're you all laughing? I'm serious.”
Once you say you’re serious, their laughter suddenly slows down and they look up at you. The irritated look on your face had confirmed that you were indeed serious. “Wait, you're for real?” One of them asked, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “A woman? Entering a horseback race?”
“You're kiddin'..” Another says. “A woman doesn't know the first thing about horseback racing. I'd be surprised if you could even work a bet.”
You move your hands from your hips to cross your arms. “They said that any gender can enter.”
Before you can open your mouth again, the slam of glass on the table startles you and the men at the table. It's the blonde man coming to stand from his stool, the legs of it scraping onto the dry wood floor. He gives a sparkly gold smile to the woman from earlier, before walking in your direction.
“Nice drink you made.” He compliments, stopping right next to you. The smell of leather and an earthy tone fill your nostrils. “Those hands of yours worked some magic, signorina.”
He beams, your eyes catching onto the golden shine of his teeth once again. It quickly fades, replaced by something colder and serious. ”If you know what's good for you, stay out of the race and stick to what you know.” He says it like he's doing you some kind of favor, offering an act of kindness even.
There's a lot you want to say to him—to curse him out, say something venomous back to him—but nothing comes out of your mouth.
A handsome man completely ruined by his nasty attitude.
“Should listen to what he said.” One of the men suggest. “Aw man, you're too cute to look upset. Come sit with us for a while. I'm sure you'll have much more fun with us than hanging around back there. C'mon, it'll be fun.”
He reaches his hand up to grab onto your wrist and you immediately snatch it away.
To say a woman doesn't know a thing about this. To tell you that you shouldn't enter the race. When you’ve been busting your ass for months trying to learn. You can feel yourself almost boiling from their doubt. With clenched fists, you leave the table and walk over towards the entrance to trail behind the man leaving.
Hopefully, the people inside would behave themselves. You may get chewed out for this later by your father, but you couldn’t care less. When you shove open the door, the soft breeze immediately hits you. Your feet drum down the steps as you catch up with him. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”
He’s still walking away, undeterred by your comment as he makes his way over to a horse tethered onto the hitching post, running his hand down its mane lightly.
…The Goddess of Victory herself must have been looking down on him for even having a woman this close to his horse. He looks over to you with those piercing eyes of his. “You shouldn’t get too close.”
It comes off as a warning and your breath hitches. You had half a mind to step forward anyway, but before you can ask why, he cuts you off before you can speak yet again.
“I think you’re a beautiful woman.” He admits, turning over to you fully. “It’d be a shame to see that face all bruised up in that race if you enter. Save yourself, save people their time.”
This time, you get a full view of him and his wacky outfit. No matter how handsome he may be to you, that comment really got under your skin.
His words makes you tighten your fist even more, fingers tucking themselves into the palm of your hand. “I don’t...” Yes, he had called you a beautiful woman, but you just knew the rest of his words were dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need your advice. I don’t need a man to tell me what to do.” You sharply exhale, then point a finger to your face.
“This is a face you should remember well. You’ll remember me when you see me in the headlines. You or anyone else won’t be changing that.”
This time, you don’t even let him speak. You sharply turn on your heel and head right back into the bar.
Those men in the bar, that woman, and most importantly, him, they’ll all remember your name.
Even if you die trying.
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byakuyacoochie · 6 months ago
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Stardust Peepers - Crusaders X Reader
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Request: Stardust crusaders accidentally walking in on y/n changing.
A/n: First post of the new year had to be a stardust crusaders post....We are so back.
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bebegi · 10 months ago
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˗ˏˋ ♡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬ˎˊ˗
𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
genre: daily texts | fluff
warnings: kys jokes and a couple of suggestive jokes.
requested: yes!!!
notes: ugh this man ugh
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