#jojo's bizarre adventure x you smut

[kyloherrera]

—CHAPTER TWO: FIRST GAME

content warning: fem!reader. denigration, pet and master, breeding, creampie, physicall restrain, edging.

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annotation. hello omg part two, thank you for making through here, this is porn with plot. Also keep in mind that english is no my main language so if I have grammar mistakes, please tell me, hope you enjoy. Remember to reblog, like and comment if you like it really makes the difference <3

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"Uh, what was your answer? Could you repeat it? Sorry, I couldn't hear you." Risotto said while continuing to lick the neck of his new pet. This made you moan.

Risotto's big body made your body look small. Risotto loved this, seeing his partner's small body, which was now his and could be torn apart at any moment.

"I want to be your toy… Ahh." A moan escaped your interruption and it was Risotto who had bitten your neck. Not hard enough to draw any blood, but hard enough to leave a mark on that little neck of yours.

"I couldn't hear you. Could you say that again?" He snorted. A smile was on his face.

"I want to be yours. I want to be your toy, your property." You said, while a reddish color painted your face. Risotto just whispered close to his ear.

"Good girl, now show me."

He said, caressing your lips and tracing a line on them, then placing a pair of fingers in your mouth. You simply began to lick them delicately, moving your tongue up and down. Risotto just smiled, contented.

Your body could not help but shiver at the warm touch of your new master as Risotto's other hand moved from your collarbone to your hips, caressing your entire abdomen with a soft but firm touch. Risotto continued down until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those beautiful curves. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those fine curves.

The capo then decided to take his fingers out of your mouth and then slowly and delicately lower them down to your almost naked waist, then take your ass in his hands and squeeze it, while resting his face on your shoulder, so that you could feel Risotto's warm breath on your neck, like a tickle, making you arch your back a little.

Risotto began to play with your ass, as if it were a massage, squeezing it and moving his hands around it, as if he was molding it, and then delivering a slap or two. Risotto's touch was almost magical. It made your body squirm a little from the pleasure, and it made you lose your mind little by little.

Risotto then decided to stop playing with your ass, licking his lips still with a sadistic and lustful smile, and started bending down, depositing kisses all over your body, passing by your neck, your back, stopping on your ass, or rather on the underwear that was already wet.

Risotto then placed her hands on your ass to open your legs a little and spread them apart, giving him a better view of your panties. They were of a dark color that matched the rest of your outfit and made you look even more sensual. She then brought her face close to the wet fabric. She said a few words.

"What a slut, I haven't even started playing with you and your body is so wet, it's like it's asking me to fuck you." He said with a serious tone. Then he gave you another spanking, making your head tilt back a little from the pleasure.

Together with Risotto's warm breath on your underwear, the pleasurable sting that the spanking had given you. It was enough to make your legs tremble a little while you felt yourself losing more and more of your mind due to the pleasure Risotto was giving you. He definitely knew what he was doing.

Risotto then smiled mischievously at you, only to use his position to give you a piercing on his tongue. A nice piercing that he would use to torture you.

It was then that your body was arched by Risotto's sudden touch, he had begun to brush his tongue over your underwear, licking slowly and delicately but with strength and precision, moving his tongue from side to side and in circles while his hands squeezed and played with your ass, the coldness and warmth of Risotto's tongue made an almost perfect combination and that cold metal object on his tongue made him lose more of your mind.

This action could make you feel closer and closer to your limit. Your head was thrown back while your mouth was flooded with moans. Risotto then continued this action, adding more rudeness and speed with each lick, your legs trembling while your mind allowed you to think of nothing but this moment, your back arched and you could feel that you were about to reach your climax and Risotto had noticed it.

When you were about to come, Risotto stopped and quickly left the place without saying anything. There was a silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by your heavy breathing.

It was then that Risotto took your chin roughly and forced you to look into his eyes. Risotto couldn't help but feel his member tingle as he saw the beautiful expression on his pet's face.

Your breathing was heavy. A few small tears welled up from the pleasure and a huge blush appeared on your face. All broken up, just the way he wanted it to be. Risotto just smiled at you and then planted a quick kiss on your lips. He broke the kiss and looked at you with a dominating, cold stare as he said a few words.

"You want to come, don't you? Why don't you show your master why he should let you come, slut?"

You just nodded, and then Risotto just let a small smile slip out of his lips, followed by a "good girl," which caused you to get on your knees in front of him. He looked at you with those crimson and dark eyes that managed to make your whole body tingle. But before you started, Risotto had given you a present in your mouth with the help of his stand and that was a piercing.

After this you started your work, taking the other member in your mouth, you had to admit that it was quite difficult to do this with his hands chained, but you would do it anyway and try to get a little revenge with it.

You decided to take one of the other's members in your mouth. Then you slowly and delicately moved your tongue up and down the length of the member. This caused a few sighs from Risotto's lips, and then he moved upward.

You move it up to the head of the large member and begin to use your tongue like a baby sucking on candy. You make circles with your tongue around the head of the penis. Risotto was surprised to see how good you were at this, especially with your hands tied, but he knew it was because of the piercing he had given you.

You just kept at it, never failing to make eye contact with Risotto's cool gaze. Your lips were warm, like a warm embrace of his member, and Risotto loved it, loved to see you take him with such passion and devotion. But you still wanted your revenge. And so it was.

You quickly bit into your master's member, mercilessly and cruelly. Risotto let out a loud moan as he frowned.

"You bitch!" He was furious. Then he grabbed your hair tightly, bending your head down to insert his member into your mouth, cutting off your breath. Then Risotto started to fuck your mouth, making rough and fast movements, making you cough a little due to the size of his member, this rhythm was no longer comfortable for you and only brought pleasure to Risotto, this didn't bother him and in fact another idea came to his mind as he smiled mischievously while small tears escaped from you due to the lack of air and the choking sensation.

Risotto put his free hand on your neck and squeezed it tightly, smiling as he felt his member in your throat. You felt the air leaving your body and tried to breathe through your nose, but it was impossible. Risotto continued to fuck your mouth as he applied more pressure to your neck. You just begged for some air, but that was ignored by Risotto until he came in your mouth and face, making you swallow the white liquid. Risotto just got down on his knees to face you.

You were a rough woman and therefore not sunk in tears, but some tears had come out of your eyes due to the choking sensation. Risotto noticed this and decided to give you a caress. He ran one of his fingers over your lips and then he placed a couple of kisses on your forehead and your eyes.

He licked the remains of semen that had fallen on your face, with delicacy at the same time that he mentioned a few words while he put a finger on your chin and looked you in the eyes.

"C'mon, it's normal for a master to punish his pet if he misbehaves, just like it's normal to give him treats if he behaves well." He then said and smiled at you then stroked your hair.

You ignore his words and just decided to throw it making it fall backwards on the floor, while you climbed on the floor, leaning your knees on the floor, to then bring your face close to Risotto's face, while you looked at him with a dominant and threatening tone.

"Ahh yes, and because you think you can tame me, do you think I'll just let myself win and not put up a fight, Noo, the one who will end up begging here will be you. The one who will end up being each other's pet around here will be you." You said as you returned the look and smile that used to haunt Risotto's face.

Risotto admitted it, that stubborn attitude made you even more attractive and sexy, but he never let himself be tamed, he had to show you who was your master.

Nero in one swift movement climbed on top of you placing one of his knees on your groin and smiled at you, he would have fun with his new game.

Risotto released his erection from his pants, pulling it out into the air and then began to rub it against the wet fabric already on your legs, you simply let moans escape from your mouth as you arched your back, your whole body was already sensitive from the foreplay. Nero started biting and kissing your neck, and then began to remove your shirt, revealing your breasts.

The white haired man began to move his member in circular movements and to rub it more and more rudely, he wanted to hear that word leave your lips, he needed to know how much you needed it.

"I won't tell you what your heart's desire is." You said, but Risotto knew that wasn't true. He continued to move his lips down your body, going over your neck, your collarbone, your breasts and then your stomach, being more passionate about the last part, leaving kisses and bites.

You felt your body begging for attention. But you would not give Risotto what he wanted to hear. Nero, seeing this, simply took his large member and placed it on your belly. Then he smiled at you and said:

"Just say the word and you'll have all of this inside of you."

You just let a sigh escape your lips as you threw your head back, you needed it but you didn't want to admit it and you didn't want to, so while Risotto was doing this you just wrapped your arms around his neck and used your strength to pull his face close to you.

"Come on, you need it more than I do, just do it," you smiled.

Risotto simply broke free of this grip, to then spread your legs apart, giving him a better view of your entrance, as he used his stand once more to summon a pair of handcuffs, and to bind your feet.

"Wow, you really like being chained up like a pet, I think the next time we meet I'll bring you a present." He smiled at you

Nero knew full well that the way things were going you wouldn't say the words he wanted to hear so he decided to insert his member one at a time as he stopped, he wouldn't move until you said what he wanted to hear, you just let out a loud moan as you felt Risotto enter you.

"Ha, you were the one who was in need of me the most." You let out a snort.

"Oh yeah, well I'm not going to move until you ask me to."

Your brow furrowed. Honestly, you needed him already, but you don't know if you'd let him win either.

"Oh, is that so? Well, then you can be on hold forever."

"Really?" Risotto said. He bent his body and looked at you with that wicked look and smile on his face. Then their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Both mouths played for control of the other and their tongues fought for territory. Risotto simply lowered his hands to your breasts and began to play with them, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your lips to one of your nipples. The cold metal and Risotto's skillful fingers were enough to bring you to your limit.

Risotto smiled. The warm spice enveloped his member. And your walls tightened around his member. You arched your back. Seeing this, Risotto simply decided to continue the caresses. He wanted to see how long it would take you to say those words. And so it was. After you came again, you said the words Risotto wanted to hear so much.

"Fuck, fuck me, I can't stand it anymore." Risotto just smiled. He looked into your eyes and answered.

"I will. If you say it in a more polite way." He said. He moved his hips a little to motivate you.

"Please master, play with me. Tear me apart." You said a little frustrated. He would definitely pay you back.

And so it was. Risotto began to move his hips with a little roughness and intensity, increasing his speed with each thrust so he could get used to the size of your member.

This caused several moans and sobs from your mouth, you were getting closer and closer to your limit, Risotto simply decided to put your legs over his shoulders, making his thrusts deeper and deeper. This caused you to come for the third time, squeezing him even more, making Risotto bite his lip and also let out a few grunts. Risotto continued like this for a few minutes until he reached his limit, as did you. Finally, he came inside you.

Risotto remained inside you for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sensation that this place gave him, while you felt how this warm liquid caressed your walls, a sensation that undoubtedly made you come 5 times, overstimulated and lost in pleasure, completely shattered while you tried to catch your breath, just as Risotto wanted.

He finally decided to come out of you and then watched as the sperm slowly left his entrance, a very sensual sight that made him feel tingling in his lower part. As he removed the stand and the handcuffs, he gave you a few caresses.

You just laughed a little as you felt the warm and delicate touch, while you said: "Fuck you", between gasps, trying to catch your breath with your body full of sweat.

Then Risotto decided to help you get up and give you a warm shower full of caresses and cuddles. After all, you had to give affection to the pets and bathe them after playing with them.

But after all these caresses, Risotto had tied you to the chair again. You were now his toy, but that did not guarantee that you would not betray him and run away.

And so it was, you were now the toy of one of the most dangerous members of Passione, but you were also a prisoner from whom they had to get all the information. Well, it was the same for the other members, because Risotto had not told them that you were now his toy.

[rougepancake]

Just My Type

FT. Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, & Giorno Giovanna

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit content under cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni. Fem!Reader. Stalking, panty stealing, inappropriate use of stands, pervy jojos, masturbation, accurate to their individual timelines. Don Giorno and Cop Josuke. NOT PROOFREAD!!

SUMMARY: Perv headcanons for the JoJo’s up through part five. Might make one for the JoBros-

JONATHAN JOESTAR

Out of all of them, he feels the most guilt

He’s a gentleman, after all

First it starts out with him eyeing your body, taking subtle peeks throughout the day

It then escalates to him brushing against you gently, and it kills him

There’s not much he can do outside of watching you and getting off to you before bed

SPEAKING OF THAT-

He humps his pillow

God he’s so desperate and needy too

Especially when you have no idea. For whatever reason, it makes his heart swell

But he feels so bad about it. What if you ever found out? What would you do? Do you feel the same way about him??

Once saw you riding your horse and was genuinely never the same after that

There was something about how determined you looked, with that wistful look in your eyes that just turned him on

He’s so down bad that he asked Dio for advice

“Get her drunk and convince her to stay. She’s stupid enough anyways.” “Grope her… duh…”

Dio does NOT give two shits about wether not his advice is legal

However, Jonathan follows through with the alcohol one

It’s his only chance to get close to you outside of studying alongside you

And to his surprise, you come over and share some wine with him

Thankfully, you wind up getting tipsy first, which gives him the chance to make his move

“Ah, y/n. It’s not safe for you to travel back to your estate in such a condition. Allow me to provide you with somewhere to spend the night.”

He lets you stay in his bed, and even convinces you to wear his clothes to bed

Snuck into the room while you were asleep and just watched you

Oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel you, but he couldn’t. It felt like he couldn’t do anything about his feelings for you and it bothered him so

Also practically ruined his clothes once he got them back. (Listen man sometimes it’s hard to get cum stains out-)

Dio never lets him hear the end of it and proceeds to give him shitty advice

JOSEPH JOESTAR

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- this man is a WHORE‼️

He has no shame whatsoever and refuses to keep his feelings for you a secret

In fact, you can barely tell if he’s kidding or not when he hits on you

He steals your clothing

Shirts? Gone. Bras? Never to be seen again. Panties? Oh he’ll steal them, ruin them, and then slip them back into your dresser when he’s over

He loves the idea of getting away with it, and it turns him on to know that you’re just as clueless as ever

Slips pictures of himself into your house, leaving them on the counter to make you think of him

Honestly thinks he’s so smooth (Caesar thinks he’s fucking weird)

Has no problem with smacking your ass out of the blue

Also really likes to pick you up and bury his face in your chest

Has collected various photos of you and gets off to them almost every night

Like it’s just a pic of you smiling and he’s hard as hell

While Jonathan whimpers and begs, Joseph moans and mutters

On the loudness scale he’s about 13/10

He does not give a flying FUCK about who hears him

Talks dirty while he fucks his hand, closing his eyes to picture your beautiful face between his legs, smiling up at him

Yeah he likes to take sneak peeks of you in the bath, so what?!

Does all of this with the mentality of “she’ll be mine eventually, so I’m entitled to a head start-“

JOTARO KUJO

Feels a little guilty about it at first, but never feels that way ever again once he gets ahold of a Polaroid of you in a bikini

Carries that shit around with him EVERYWHERE

He has also collected various photos of you, and has a mini photo album that’s dedicated to pictures of you smiling

Sorry but I think he’s into dacryphilia

Sure he loves to see you happy and enjoying yourself, but he just thinks you look so pretty when you cry

He fucking loves it when you come to him in tears, taking it as his chance to wrap his arm around you and bring you in closer to him

He constantly tells you that you’re annoying, but would smash you in a heartbeat

Enemies to lovers bs but he’s in love with you from the start

He prefers to steal your bras over anything else (he seriously has a thing for tits-) and DOES NOT give them back until they stop smelling like you

He also (occasionally) steals your shirts and replaces them with his own. The idea of you walking around in one of his shirts when it’s too big for you really gets him going

Loves to take you out for drinks and then escort you back home

Even better if you’re a lightweight

It gives him a reason to carry you back to your place and tuck you in bed

Once found your ‘special drawer’ while snooping around and fucking stole your vibrator

Granted, he bought you a much better one and snuck it into your drawer, but you were pissed when you noticed it’s absence

He has, and will continue to, use Star Platinum/The World to stop time and get his hands on you

Even if it’s just for a few seconds, he’ll be thinking about it all day

Oh god and Star Platinum loves you too

Grabs and holds you. 10/10 cuddler, even if Jotaro is incredibly embarrassed

You’ve always just seen it as ‘Jotaro’s lonely side’ and nothing more, so you don’t tell off Star

Star has been known to sneak away from Jotaro just to hang out with you

If you and Joot ever end up sharing a hotel room together for any reason, Star will hump you in your sleep

Now, Jotaro lets out low grunts and moans, but is typically quiet when getting off. STAR PLATINUM???? Fucking whimpers and whines like there’s no tomorrow

This man is hanging on by a thread

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

Man

On the guilt scale, he’s second place for sure

Feels HORRIBLE

But is also like his dad with the “yolo” mentality

Steals your shirts and shorts, sleeps in them (even if they’re too small), and refuses to give them back

Like your clothes just keep vanishing and you’re like ???

Has used Crazy Diamond to sneak into your place and has no real intentions of stopping

Has a shit ton of photos of you sleeping hidden away in his room

Really just wants to hear you call him a good boy

When he’s needy, he is NEEDY. Humps his pillow, whimpers, whines, the whole ass package

His hand just isn’t enough for him anymore

Unlike his father, he’s not brave enough to get close to you or touch you. My guy can’t even hug you without turning a bright shade of red

Oh and if you come over to play games with him, he’s a total goner

Absolute mess of a man

Can’t do shit without being embarrassed, so he’s a lot less weird than the others

But by god what he would give to hear you call him a good boy

It’s like his one dream

Rohan once used Heaven’s Door on him to get more dirt on him and has (some) no regrets. Will never let Josuke hear the end of it.

“Ohoho you like y/n? Josuke you good for nothing pervert. Give the woman a break.”

Prays that one day you’ll be in trouble and he’ll be the officer sent out to save you

GIORNO GIOVANNA

He’s one second away from going full blown yandere

You can’t change my mind

He’s got everything he needs at his fingertips, and could easily take you away without having to lift a finger

Openly flirts with you, but treats you with such respect that you can’t tell if he’s just being nice or not

Also spoils you

Buys you anything he’s ever seen you take interest in

Even if you don’t really want it, it WILL show up at your door eventually

Makes sure to sign his gifts to you so you don’t forget who it is that’s spoiling you like this

Kisses your hand and cheeks in a way that he claims is platonic

Loves it when you trust him enough that you can come to him for anything. Gossip? Do tell. Something bothering you? Just let him know and he’ll have it all sorted out in no time

I shit you not he makes you sit on his lap while you tell him about your day

You think it’s because the two of you are such good friends, but he actually just loves the sight of you pressed against him

His voice gets higher pitched when he gets off, and he begs a version of you that doesn’t exist to let him cum, pleading with you over and over

Eventually, he’ll start to feel bad about it, but he’d much rather live in the moment

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: you ride Joseph Joestar’s face

character: Joseph Joestar, female reader

rating: NSFW. minors DNI.

Imagine…

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

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

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

So of course…you said yes.

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

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

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

Suddenly, he pulls away from your core.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You need to taste him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laugh before taking him once more.

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, fiancé!giorno, don!giorno, fingering ( f!receiving ), begging, edging ( him ), virgin!needy!reader, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event.  do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 

not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 

and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 

but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 

“D—Don Giovanna—“ 

but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 

“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 

he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 

pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 

“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 

“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 

your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 

Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 

you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 

“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 

“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 

he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 

reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 

he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 

nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 

“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 

[decoraskei]

pairings ⸺ university student!fem!reader x university teacher!part 4! jotaro summary ⸺ your biology university teacher who you've been eyeing almost your entire time there finally decided to take notice to you despite you being known for a.. well, slut. tags ⸺ student and teacher (university), age gap, man handling, semi-public, brat taming, tit fucking/boob job, gagging, oral sex, biting, light choking, marking, discreet sex, fingering, provoking, cunt-slapping, rough sex, masturbation (?), riding, degrading, praising, slut shaming, making out, size kink, thigh riding, pinning, spanking, squirting, edging, eating out. word ⸺ 1,955 words 10,053 characters notes ⸺ this was another one i made before my joseph one so technically this was my first lol. again thank you to anyone who wants to read this EXCEPT for minors, minors please dni.

The silence in this classroom was unnerving.

It was the fact that your friends all changed their mind last minute and once you had already settled in the biology classroom, we all agreed to go to before they ditched you. now here you were, stuck with the biology teacher you have had a crush on ever since you started going to this university and two other classmates…

Mr. Kujo. From what you know and heard, he's going through a divorce and even has a daughter. He was 6'5 and muscular. It was safe to say he was attractive since he got most of the girls hot and bothered. It wasn't just that he was a hot divorced teacher though, it was the way he spoke down on the people who didn't take their classes seriously and it almost made me wonder if he could do just as well in bed.

So here you are, sat staring and dazed by the drop-dead gorgeous man's voice echoing through the classroom. It was bad enough that none of your friends were here but it got even worse when the two others had good excuses to leave which left just you and him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when he asked you a question directly.

"Are you listening?" His tone was low but not like he was angry, or maybe but you were too entranced to pay attention right now.

"Yes Jotaro." You smirked and made direct eye contact with him. Seeing the annoyed expression slowly filling his face in when you called out to him by his name.

"Watch it." This time his almost dangerous and sharp words sent a shiver down your spine and straight to where you needed him most, an almost pulsating feeling taking over for a few mere seconds before you looked back to him and noticed the unmistakable boner straining at his pants and goodness gracious was it large.

It was impressive how he managed to compose his emotions and speak clearly despite his little issue. You stifled a laugh and he knew you knew now. He huffed and sat back down in his seat, shifting rather uncomfortably and leaning back. Standing up and the heels of your shoes clicked as you made way over to his desk to sit on it and make yourself comfortable.

"Is that cause of me?" He stayed silent and you knew he'd never dare to admit it but he didn't have to cause you could already tell, it made you a little prouder. Maybe being ditched wasn't that bad.

Your gaze quickly shifted to the key on his desk and you could only assume it was for the door, so without thinking you took it off the desk, snatching it and quickly moved to lock the door. When you turned back around, you saw he looked shocked but intrigued and when you saw him pat his lap, I knew what was going to happen next.

Tossing the keys onto the desk you straddled one of his thighs and he messily slammed his lips onto yours. Between the noises of muffled groans and the sloppy making out was you lightly grinding onto his thigh and feeling myself get wetter and wetter with every second. Your lips parted with a pop then he went to attack my neck and lay out a series of hickeys which you already accepted that you'd feel proud of after this. It was until he picked you up and put you onto his desk that everything was calm, it caught you by surprise the way he split your thighs open and stared at the now wet fabric standing in his way of where he was obviously headed but don't fret, he solved this by ripping the panties off you and you couldn't help but gasp at how easily he did it.

With no warning or preparation, he went at it with his tongue flickering on your clit intensely, it wasn't unexpected just too quick and as embarrassing as it was to admit it but it almost made you want to cum from just that, the way his tongue flexed against the folds and ate you out hungrily like a starved man made you want more. Your hand wandered to take his hat off him and grab at his hair pathetically almost like a futile attempt to stop him but he could see from the way your back arched that you wanted otherwise.

All was well until you felt two long and slim fingers prodding at your entrance before making their merry way into you and you swore you felt your soul leave your body when he made eye contact for a few seconds before refocusing on what was now his meal. Of course you weren't quiet during this, who would be silent if you had someone going at your pussy like you were their biggest enemy? You were loud and he furrowed his brows in obvious annoyance that you couldn't hold back the obvious string of whines and moans which he solved by stopping and giving a few soft slaps to your already puffy and swollen clit. Then you felt it -- something snapped and you threw your head back against the table and got louder, gripping his hair and the edge of the table with a painful hold. Your eyes were going back and you could see stars for a split second before you blinked and realized he stopped only to look down and see his face completely wet and you realized you had squirted and began crying.

"Good grief." Something about the way he said it made you quiver and before you knew it and although the tears from the aftershock of the orgasm were still pouring a little he straightened up and reached out to rub them away and as if you didn't just have the best orgasm of your life, you felt yourself get horny all over again. He sat back down on his chair obviously spent but you weren't done yet and instead you took off your blouse and unclipped your bra to let loose to your tits as he watched with a certain desire in his eyes you couldn't quite make out. You get onto the ground in front of him and you make an effort to try and get the two belts off, struggling a little bit and fumbling but you manage, you take in the sheer length of him and wished he'd put this glorious thing in you first before anything and then you had an idea. You pumped his chair down a little and squeezed your tits together a little before taking his shaft into your hand and oh lord was it even bigger when you held it.. You slide his length in between the two soft mounds and do your thing as he leans his head back and groans with his grip on the arm rests looking severe.

The more you moved up and down the length of his dick the more precum started to leak out of the pretty and nicely shaped tip, you started to wonder what kind of demented woman would divorce her husband when he was someone like Jotaro. You were zoning out and you only snapped out of it when he came all over your tits and to him you looked like you were in a trance.. You scooped up a little of the liquid off your cleavage and tasted it whilst maintaining eye contact and it only seemed to drive him more… You were about to stand up when he grabs a load of your hair, you let out a gasp and he grabs a hold of his shaft to smear some of the left over cum onto your lips and slap it a little before prodding open your lips and shoving you down which made you gag and sent tears nudging at your eyes again.

"Slut." You heard his words echo in the empty class but also felt it echoing through your head as he forced your head up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. It almost felt right the way he was using your throat like this and you looked up at him to see him smirking before taking his other hand to wipe the tears away again and caress your cheek almost like he was trying to comfort you through this. He continued bringing you up to the point where your lips reached his tip and then down to where your nose touched his pelvis and you could tell he was enjoying this rhythm since the small grunts and groans were giving it away, eventually he came down your throat and you didn't even have the option to swallow because he decided for you.

He pats his lap again for you and you straddle him quickly on the chair reaching down to grab a hold of his cock to line it up to your entrance before you slowly lowered yourself, he held a dangerous grip on your waist before it slid up your side and massaged your tits a little, playing with the flesh and the nipple between his index finger and thumb. You couldn’t help but let out a loud string of moans as you started to move up and down on him, the feeling of him slipping in and out of me was way too much and he yet again solved this issue by taking his hand off my tit to reach it up to my neck to lightly squeeze it with a warning.

“Quiet down.” You swallowed the rest of the moans prodding at your lips and just moved up and down silently as his hand stilled at your neck and the other going to your waist and pulling you forward so that you could wrap your arms around his neck and he could have easier access to grab your ass with a rough grip on it.

“We have thirty minutes left, hurry.” With that you started going faster and it got even harder trying to hold back the lewd sounds since you were close. Sooner or later you came and he ended up cumming inside.

You pull off him and think you were finished, the feeling of relief and satisfaction left completely when he stood up and pushed you against the wall so you were facing it and pinning you to it. You understood without him having to say much and bent over so your ass was pressed against his still hard cock and you felt him slip in quick.

“Good girl,” He muttered before he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulders as you held the wall with one hand. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began plunging into you, you yelped out and moaned loudly but he was quick to silence you and cover your mouth. The sound of skin on skin was now audible as he bullied your insides, his pace quick as if there was no tomorrow. He bit down on your shoulder as if trying to silence himself and you reached your free hand down to your clit.

Sometime later his thrusts got sloppier and uneven, though he was still quick and you couldn’t keep up yet. Then he slowed down and with two more thrusts he came with his hips stilling. Your hips connected together like puzzle pieces before he pulled out to rest his now softening cock on your ass.

The worst part was he put on his pants on then kissed you and left, you were in disbelief but it was hot how he used you. Your gaze flickered to the paper on the table and you took it.

“Come by tomorrow.”

thank you sm for reading!! i know it may not be the best considering my overusing of 'before' & 'and' but i hope to improve in the future!! (i hardly have motivation to write) if you have any requests for the next one just send a few tag suggestions/what you want in the fic and if its a character i dont rlly know then ill look at some clips or read about the character so i can try make it possible 4 u! tysm <3

[ophelian-darling]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

Yandere Diavolo x gn Reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Awakening in darkness, you witness a rough pleasure with no eyes by a devil.

TW(s): Kidnapping, Chaining, Blindfolding, Master/pet dynamic, Non-con, sexual content.

This is a NSFW piece, Minors/Ageless blogs DNI.

The demential voice within your mind echoed its morbose susurration, repeatedly and ad nauseam. for a second, you assumed that you were already dead , for you have never experienced such a frightening and swallowing obscurity that was similar to a one of a grave. Thankfully, the burning ache on your wrists alerted your nerves, reminding you that you were still alive, but not in the best wellbeing. 

Complying to your instincts , you did your best to move a muscle in your body - the pain was quick to rush through your limbs at your vain attempt to break free, forcing you to stop wriggling. 

a deep despair ate your heart : why are you like this and how did you end up like this ? a lot of questions bursted inside of your head and it only contributed to make your skull throb with an unendurable soreness . Even breathing was a struggle, you took every breath with a force, as if a heavy weight was placed on your chest .

most of your senses were almost shut down : your eyelids curtained your vision and nothing was visual,  except for that floating explosion on your irises . your skin was painfully restricted and burned by the familiar feeling of cool , hard Shackles ; tying your arms , waist , ankles and choking on your neck, preventing you from any lungful amount of air . The metallic taste on your tongue was unpleasant, the strong aroma of the red fluid fouling your nose and nauseating you .

Fair years of experience in battle and secret work taught you to rely on a single sense in critical situations. your listening was as sharp as a bat's and that sound of an approaching footsteps was unmistakably close. in a rush of thoughts, you came to a sole conclusion : you are currently kidnapped .

The heavy sound of the gate's clacking echoed through the cold air of the room as you tensed, heart drumming loudly to your ears and threatening to break your ribs . a step , then another and another... with each step you heard the louder your brain screams .

a sudden touch against your cheek made your skin crawl . Although it was gentle, you couldn't help the feeling of uneasiness and disquiet that dwelled in your abdomen .

It's only just begun.

The spiderlike, tickly digits floated on your skin and moved ponderously, eliciting a shiver from you at the soft sensation, yet in such a cruel way. the fingers stopped at your chin, pressed on it for a moment then tilted your head up with force . the back of your head bumped into the hard wall, adding more pang to your already abused body. 

The pathetic whimper that escaped your throat made your captor chuckle :a rich, deep and demoniac voice that paralyzed your brain . 

The aura of the figure in front of you was anything but natural. 

"I've waited too long to have you...My dearest pet" 

Before you could fully process the denotation of the appalling words, the hand that used to be gentle moments ago tore the veil on your eyes, exposing the upper half of your face to the chilly air, letting your eyelids uncover your orbs and catch the most horripilating image you've ever seen .

a sight of a globe of two lucific , emerald eyes that stared right into your soul. you've heard of many legends of Lilithian demons and lustful Incubi, however, you believed none of them until now . those odd eyes are not of a human , but a daeva's.

The man in front of you laughed at the pure terror your face showed, confusing you even more as you couldn't help but to stare in your weak position. 

"W-what are you ?" you managed to gain the rest of your mental strength to ask . His pink locks and dark lips finally had your attention when he smiled amusingly at you .

His palm moved from the side of your face to your neck, twitching his fingers teasingly before applying a suffocating pressure on your trachea as he spat "you'll come to know"

His hand left your throat, you didn't have the time to rejoice when his fingers ripped up the remaining cloth that warmed your body only a little , cutting from your chest and following the long tear to your thighs. the air stinged your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your nipples to perk . your face heated at the realization that you're now almost nude for this monster's pleasure .

Disgust, humiliation and shame for being a mere plaything .

"Aren't you just a pretty thing… so pure and frail " his eyes devoured you shamelessly, enjoying his power over you and how vulnerable your small form was against his stalwart, bigger one .

"My dear Doppio was right, you'd make a wonderful slave "

Your eyes widened : Doppio ?! Doppio Vinegar ?! the man that was your partner in the same squad ?! how could someone who's idiotically sweet have a relation to a creature that appears to be from the depths of hell ? you had an eerie feeling about him in the beginning, but you pushed it aside, convincing yourself that the sudden flash in his childish eyes wasn't more than a hallucination. 

What if he -

The train of perplexed thoughts crumbled when he smacked his lips against yours forcefully, aching your front teeth and biting on your lower lip, a drop of blood oozing as a result of the sadistic act of lust. The intensity in what was supposed to be a kiss added a certain pain that wasn't meant to ache, the feeling of your gum being compressed and your lips wounded was oddly pleasurable to your own disgust and surprise. the voice of reason within your brain was shouting at you to remain sober and realize how much this is sickening. 

Te withdrew suddenly, letting you regain the lost Oxygen from the previous kiss . you tried to calm yourself and take each breath with care so you wouldn't cause yourself any more damage but failed, feeling like drowning with your ears ringing and head tingling painfully , a colorful display that coated your vision dizzyingly.

The expression on his face was camouflaged due to your eyelids drooping over your eyes, you  only felt his ghostly hands wandering down to your chest , stopping for a second before squeezing hard at the area, enjoying how it squished under his large palms . you tried to move away but the force on your neck reminded you of your place in this maladive predator and prey play . you were only able to move your hips and curl up your toes .

"Don't misbehave, little one" he warned, displeased at your attempt to get away. However, you kept on moving as a response to your instincts and the harsh treatment your chest received. 

One of his hands was raised, delivering you a harsh slap across the face, causing your movement to cease and your cheek to burn . His voice and height, the way he spoke to you like a master conveyed his authority and his dislike of repeating orders twice … you recognized a commander from their aura and he was definitely one.

Noticing your obedience, his face twisted into a pleased, maniac expression as he cooed "Good...such an obedient pet" 

His light tone was far from comforting, the praise he uttered sickened you . his fingers felt like blades as they ran down to stomach, then leisurely to your hips ; fondling them. you shook at what was coming next .

He carried your smaller form effortlessly while your back was still sticking to the cold wall , cupping a handful of your buttocks, the chains now straining at your feet more but loosening up a bit on your wrists .

The sly digits of the devil played with the tissue of your underwear . Your captor had the clear intention of teasing you as he pulled it down, with patience and slowness, eagerly watching your facial features and how they contorted into a weak, helpless mien. 

You didn't dare kick or scream (more like too tired to do so) as your body is being violated, nor it seemed you could do anything . you've detached from your body once he let his hot length in, educing a sharp sting that traveled from the bottom to the top and rested in the back of your head , throbbing with even more spasm. 

Your brain was completely empty, your corpse was moving on its own as it jumped up and down to meet each sloppy thrust he gave to your entrance. 

your senses were submerging - alongside your body - in the surreal pleasure . 

Never in your life felt so restless under your own skin . there weren't any exact words in the world that can describe the shatter within - it's like being a puppet : sightly, silent and soulless.

During the rush of internal screams and violent thoughts, a single phrase surfaced : even if this ended, there's still more to come .

a sudden wave of warm tingling and complete relief washed over you, many polychromatic shadows dancing in your vision through a blur of tears. you've reached heaven for a second, then miserably fell back to earth. you recovered some of your realization and thinking when warmth exploded inside you, accompanied by a long, deep groan from the man beneath. 

You didn't dare move nor make a sound, you just waited for his next action. After all, you had a hope - no matter how unrealistic this hope is - of being pitied by him, to get out of here and never return, to move on with a wounded existence, better than being trapped with him till death. 

His eyes met yours, the light of them was stronger after his climax. He loosened the squeezing grip on your bottom, allowing your feet to touch the ground again with the same painful feeling of metal on your frail skin .

you panicked as his hands reached to the back of your head, expecting another ruthless act of pleasure , but au contraire , he unclasped the collar on your neck, finally letting you pant and take back the air to your lungs.

"You were good for your boss, I shall reward you now" 

All of it sunk in now : Doppio was the reason why you are here now, the possessed gleam in his irises was real, as real as this man in front of you - your boss…

your blood ran cold at the realization that you were violated by Passione's head, and what was more breaking that every faith you had for freedom. 

Your own release is in death. 

[dollwrites]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dark fic, noncon, fear kink, graphic depictions of death and gore, chasing, manhandling, threats against reader, degradation, virgin!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), size kink, blackout mention, Dio is very mean, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ sugar on my tongue by the talking heads

you could hear his laugh— evil and taunting— booming through the abysmal corridor behind you, and the hissing and snarling of his undead army that was also in hot pursuit. “Where are you running off to, hmm?” he calls, and the baritone surrounds you. he’s not everywhere, you try to tell yourself, it’s just the echoes. “I won’t let you leave the castle grounds. However, by all means, go on and try, get your sweet blood pumping!” another morbid laugh like distant thunder, and you take the first new hallway that opens up to the left. “I can smell it from here, that lovely smell will lead me straight to you.”

you’d made a mistake coming here so late at night, with a boy you hardly even knew. you’d kissed him, and let him loosen your corset, even though you felt uneasy. even though you’d never kissed a boy before. even though the whole night felt wrong. then, the laughter started. from somewhere deep in the blackest shadows, a predator stalked, watched, and found amusement in your innocent fumbling and uncertainty, and stepped into the light. he named himself Dio right before he ripped the boy in half right in front of you. some of his blood was still seeping into the cotton of your dress. what he hadn’t seen, however, was the jagged stone you’d hidden underneath your skirt, clutching it tight in the palm of your fragile hand. so, whenever he scooped you into his arms, and leaned in to taunt you, or perhaps even kiss you, you’d swung the rock as hard as you could, making direct contact with his sculpted cheekbone, breaking the skin. it wasn’t much, but it was enough for his grip to loosen enough so that you could slip through his arms and run.

you were panting, your lungs burning in your chest, your eyes puffy and sore from crying. but one glance over your shoulder yielded the confirmation; the reason you couldn’t stop— hundreds of ghouls had crammed themselves into the hallway, some staggering after you, others chasing you on all fours. you turn your eyes forward again, ignoring the hem of your skirt that catches on a dilapidated and unrecognizable statue, ripping a slit all the way up to your thigh, and both hands hit a sturdy door when you hit the dead end of the corridor, slamming yourself into it with a pathetic huff. luckily, the door, like the rest of the manor, is old and crumbling, and it whines as it flies open and you stumble over the threshold, only to let out a blood curdling scream.

inches from your feet is a pile of innards, and what could’ve been a corpse at one time, but has since been devoured, piece by piece, by the monsters squatting down over it. they both look up and growl, clumps of half-eaten human flying from their bloodied mouths as you stumble back. you wanted to collapse, but didn’t have the time.

countless pairs of gruesome hands snatched at you, dragging you into a horde of them. you wailed and fought against them, half expecting to be shredded, too. you weren’t, however you could hear — and feel — your dress tearing as they snatched at you. your neckline ripped, one sleeve hanging loosely against your arm and the other chunk of fabric lost in the sea of rotting bodies as they tossed you back and forth. your throat is hoarse from screaming when you’re finally spit out the opposite end of the crowd, and flung right into Dio’s arms, which welcome you with a tight grip on one wrist and the other palm splayed over your midriff, pulling your back to his solid frame. “No!” you cry out, but he’s already twisting your wrist.

“Now, now,” he croons against your neck, wringing your wrist until the blood-stained stone falls from your grip and clatters against the floor, “listen to that heart thumping.” you felt sick to your stomach when you realized he could hear it. “Fragile, little thing is about to beat right out of your chest.” you squirm, trying desperately to pull away from him, but his lips have sought out the cuts on your palm, turning it over to expose them to his mouth. first, they graze over the wounds, and you wince. “You’re about as nervous and dangerous as a newborn kitten.” his tongue slithers out to prod at the scratches, urging more blood to the surface, and he smirks as he tastes it. his lips then travel, parted and dragging over your skin, up your arm, ignoring the sleeve that hangs in tatters, and he presses you back into him tighter when he reaches your throat. “So soft— I could rip your jugular out with one bite.”

“P—please—“ you rasp, the tips of his fangs tingling against your hypersensitive flesh.

“Such a meek, little plea,” he teases, the expanse of his massive hand careening upwards over your breast to rest against your heartbeat, his digit tips just barely touching your chin, “what are you begging for, kitten?” he allows their sharpness to scrape, and you whimper, melting against him and hoping to become so small he couldn’t reach you. it was impossible, as his face was buried in your neck already, but you tried nonetheless.

“I—I don’t want to die…”

he laughs at this, as does his minions, and you feel a burning humiliation creep upon your cheeks. “No? Are you afraid of dying?” he asks, feigning sympathy, and his fingers take hold of your face. he angles it towards him, and your tear-filled gems look up at his stone-cold countenance. you nod, the scratch on his cheek was healing as you watched, and your mountainous captor stared down at you. the crown of your head is pressed against his chest; you were just so damn small compared to him. “Are you afraid of me?” another nod, and his crimson eyes flicker over your petrified expression. you couldn’t catch your breath— your lips parted and hot puffs of air wheezing out, your chest rising and falling beneath the stretched fabric of what was left of your neckline. you avoided looking into his eyes, but you could tell he was drinking in every inch of you. “Smart decision for a very stupid girl.” he replies, dipping his head towards you. you start to pull away, recoil, but his grip on your cheeks hold you in place. that devious tongue of his skirts along his lower lip, tasting your broken breath as it lands on his tiers. then, his carmine eyes flicker up to yours, and his smile widens, “Tell me that you fear me.”

you couldn’t even think— you were staring, wide eyed and horrified into two, piercing rubies. he wanted to hear how scared you were, he wanted you to say it out loud, but there was a lump so big and dry in your throat that you didn’t think you could force the words past it.

“Come now, don’t keep me waiting.”

you gasp when he squeezes your cheeks together hard, forcing your lower lip to poke out in a childish pout, and you acquiesce to his will. “I’m afraid,” you whisper, each syllable hard pressed to slip into the air, “I’m— I’m afraid of you—“

Dio chortles, closing what was left of a gap between he and you, and his tongue ran along the shape of your lips. you flinch, and seal them tight, but he’d already gotten his taste. “Mm…” he moans, more to himself, and runs his tastebuds over his own mouth, and then flicks at his fangs. “I do love the taste of fear on those pretty lips, like sugar…” he croons and places a sloppy kiss on your mouth. regardless of how you wanted to reject it, he forces your lips to fit against his with a hard push, opening them wide so that he may shove his tongue inside. you squeal in protest against his mouth, wriggling and desperate to get free, but his strength too greatly outweighed your own. your own tongue bunches up in resistance, trying to push his out of your mouth, but you start to gag on it. you considered biting down on his, biting it off even, but ultimately decided against it.

you were in no position to fight back anymore.

when he’s drank his fill of your kiss, he pulls back, the lips that have battered your own dripping and shiny with your saliva and stretched over deadly fangs, and you pant, twisting in his grip. he watches you for a moment, amused. “I would wager you taste just as sweet everywhere, don’t you?” you shook your head, cheeks on fire and eyes closed tightly, pulling in the opposite direction, but his hand drops, grabbing the neckline of your dress in a powerful fist and tearing it with a swift yank. the force is enough to arch your back, the fabric screaming, and then your breasts are bare and exposed, rising with heavy, nervous breaths.

there’s a whooping from the horde of undead as they crowd closer around, licking and biting at the air as if they can taste your fear in it, and you recoil away from them, pushing you deeper into Dio’s wicked embrace, which wasn’t ideal, either.

“Look at this,” he purrs, sharp nails dragging over your otherwise unmarked skin. they trace his name, slowly, as he takes in your visage, “skin so fresh and supple.” his eyes twinkle, pure malevolence behind them as the tip of his nail traces your nipple, watching it harden as he does. “I could think of a hundred different ways to paint you crimson, my dear.” you shake your head, whimpering in soft protest, and he cocks his head to the side, “What? You don’t think red would look so pretty on you? The color of roses?” he chuckles, grabbing a fistful of your tender breast and squeezing until you mewl and sag into the rough treatment, “Timid, little thing, aren’t you? Frightened so easily.” his head dips, tongue dragging along your nipple, and when you gasped, your thighs clamping together to stop the feeling of his teasing flooding your core, he reads you like an open book. “I think you like this.” you start to shake your head yet again, but his hand has already abandoned your chest, hiking your skirt up to feel between your thighs. they were slick with sweat and… something else. your desire and shame. “You’re dripping, kitten. Do you enjoy my teasing that much?”

your thighs press harder into each other, but his fingers work to pry them apart, slipping in between to feel your bare sex. you choke back a gasp, your only free hand grasping at his wrist trying to pull it from your core as you jerk against his rubbing, but it was as effective as an ant trying to push a thumb away before it’s crushed beneath the force. “N—no…” but, much to your own dismay, you were soaking his fingertips and he was howling with amusement.

“Well, now, isn’t this cunt just so sensitive— I’ve hardly even touched you, and you’re all jitters already. Could I have caught a little virgin in my web?” humiliation floods your eyes, and you close them tight, turning your face away from him and digging your chin into your shoulder. he coos, leaning close enough for you to feel the chill or his skin against your cheek, and the ghastly drag of his lips as he spoke, “Good. The first and only cock you’ll ever wrap around will be Dio’s, your new master.”

“…I want to wake up…” you beg under your breath. surely, this had to be a terrible nightmare. so you kept biting down on your lip and repeating it. “I want… to wake up…”

“Eh?” he asks, grinning, “Stupid thing thinks she’s dreaming.” a wave of vicious cackling rolls through the corridor, and you shudder. a moment later, you feel him shifting, dropping to his knees in front of you. cautiously, you crack one eyelid and look down to see him ripping what was left of your skirt aside. there’s a flurry of cotton before it all settles on the floor. you shiver, stumbling back. Dio releases your wrist and grasps one ankle, hiking it up on to his shoulder. it threw your balance completely off; even on his knees, the man before you was still monstrous, and you were forced to stand on the tip toes of the opposite foot to stay upright. “Let’s find out if fear makes your cunt as sweet as your lips.”

both eyes opened wide, but you had no time to react before he was smashing his face against your sex, the bridge of his nose creating a solid cradle for your aching clit, and the thick muscle hiding in his mouth wiggled between your netherlips, gathering the taste of your essence on to his tastebuds. he growled, and the sound vibrated against you, sending every nerve into overdrive. both your hands dig into his golden locks, pulling hard to attempt to force his head back, but the scratching and scrambling didn’t phase him one bit. he didn’t budge, instead he laughed, then his words were slurred against you. “Don’t be so ungrateful,” his eyes glint in the dusky moonlight pouring through a broken window, and it seems so shameful and sinful to look down your naked torso at him. you could see the muscles in your own tummy contract when he nuzzled against your clit, and you clamped one hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet. crying out for how good it felt would only make this all too real— and would give him the satisfaction of knowing that you couldn’t control it. “Your new god is on his knees for you, lapping at your trembling pussy. You should be singing my praises.” none too gently, he snags your clit with his teeth, creating a vice around it and rolling his tongue over the nub.

you bleat, and your knees buckle— the sole leg holding you up giving out. but Dio doesn’t let you crumble. with one hand fleeing, he wraps a massive fist around your throat to hold you in place, the furious muscles of his gargantuan arm hard and bulging against your torso. the pressure is enough to startle you, even though he doesn’t squeeze. you imagine the beast of a man could break your neck with little effort. this new grip occupies your mind, and your hands try to wrap themselves around his wrist instead, but it’s even too big for your fingertips to meet.

“You are a pathetic little kitty cat, aren’t you?” he teases, suckling on your clit until you see stars behind your eyelids, and your toes are curling, “You can’t even stand up on your own anymore. Just a few, easy flicks of my tongue and you’re putty in my hands. Makes my cock hard watching you lose this fight, knowing you know you’re fucked.”

you don’t want him to be right, but when he punctuates his statement by licking a fat stripe between your netherlips, you cry out, and your nails dig into his tough flesh. “Please!! Ha— have mercy…”

“Go on,” he urges, “cry for mercy. Scream for me. It won’t change a thing. You belong to me, now, and I’m going to break you in every way possible, starting with tongue fucking never ending orgasms out of your delicate, little body until it gives out. You’ll black out, and wake up to my big cock stretching you open.”

[lvoryingrid]

Obsession

Dio Brando x fem!Reader

Summary: Despite Dio's cold demeanor, (Y/n) senses a deeper charm within him, leading to a profound connection between them. Dio's possessiveness intensifies, prompting him to make a bold move to secure (Y/n)'s affections solely for himself.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica,

(Y/n) was a curious and kind-hearted soul, always eager to explore the world around her. Living next door to the affluent Joestar family and often found herself drawn to their estate, as she was always hanging out with her best friend Jonathan, intrigued by the mystery that surrounded them.

Little did she know, her life was about to change forever when a new member joined the Joestar household. His name was Dio Brando, a young man of striking charisma and enigmatic demeanor. From the moment they met, (Y/n) sensed there was more to Dio than met the eye. He was cold and distant, yet there was an underlying charm that she couldn't ignore.

"Ah, so you're the new addition to the Joestar family," (Y/n) said, her voice tinged with curiosity as she eyed Dio Brando, who stood before her with an air of confidence. Dio smirked, his gaze piercing. "Indeed, I am Dio Brando," he replied smoothly, extending his hand in greeting. "I'm (Y/n)" she greets with a smile.

Their first encounter was marked by Dio's icy demeanor, yet beneath the surface, (Y/n) sensed a flicker of something more. Despite his cold exterior, Dio displayed an unexpected chivalry, a stark contrast to Jonathan's earnest but somewhat clumsy attempts at courtship.

"Jonathan, are you serious?" she asked incredulously, her brow furrowing in concern. "Yes, I'm afraid so," Jonathan replied earnestly, his voice tinged with worry. "Dio's trouble, I've seen it myself." (Y/n) shook her head, unable to reconcile Jonathan's words with her image of Dio. "But he's always so charming, such a gentleman." "I know he seems that way on the surface," Jonathan admitted, "but there's more to him than meets the eye. Trust me on this."

But as time flowed onward, (Y/n) found herself increasingly drawn to Dio, his enigmatic past and intricate character weaving an irresistible spell around her. She couldn't help but notice the flickers of vulnerability concealed beneath his confident demeanor, glimpses of a tender spirit longing for companionship

In Dio's presence, she discovered a profound connection, a silent dialogue of unspoken emotions that bound them together in an invisible thread of understanding and empathy. Each passing moment deepened their bond, illuminating the profound depths of their intertwined souls and igniting a flame of longing for the warmth of mutual connection.

"Intriguing, isn't it?" Dio remarked one evening, his gaze fixed on the stars as they sprawled across the midnight canvas. "The way the universe dances in perfect harmony, yet harbors secrets untold." (Y/n) nodded in silent agreement, feeling a stirring within her at his words. "It's as though each star holds a story, waiting to be discovered," she mused, her eyes reflecting the shimmering constellations above.

In Dio's presence, she discovered a profound connection, a silent dialogue of unspoken emotions that bound them together in an invisible thread of understanding and empathy. "Do you ever feel as though you're searching for something beyond what this world offers?" Dio's voice broke the tranquil silence, his tone carrying a weight of introspection. "Yes," (Y/n) confessed softly, her heart opening up to him in ways she hadn't anticipated. "It's as if there's a missing piece, waiting to be found."

Their interactions grew more frequent, (Y/n) discovering layers of complexity within Dio's guarded heart. She became his confidant, his solace in moments of turmoil. And in return, Dio found himself opening up to her in ways he never thought possible, the walls around his heart slowly crumbling under her gentle touch.

Under her tender guidance, the fortress guarding his heart began to erode, allowing the warmth of her presence to seep into the cracks and thaw the icy barriers. Amongst their shared moments, Dio found solace in reading literature to her, his rich voice painting vivid tapestries of emotion, while their evening strolls became a sanctuary where unspoken words wove a silent symphony of understanding and affection.

"You know," Dio began one evening, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "I've never felt this ease with anyone before." (Y/n) smiled, her eyes reflecting the warmth of their connection. "I'm glad you feel that way. You can always count on me, Dio."

"I never thought I'd trust someone as much as I trust you," Dio confessed one night, his gaze softening as he looked into hers. "I never knew you had such a way with words," (Y/n) whispered, her eyes closing as she immersed herself in the world Dio's voice created.

Their evening strolls became a sanctuary where unspoken words wove a silent symphony of understanding and affection. "I don't need to say anything," Dio mused as they walked hand in hand, "because you understand me without a single word spoken." (Y/n) squeezed his hand gently, a silent affirmation of their bond.

Amidst the burgeoning connection between them, hidden tensions stirred like restless shadows in the depths. Jonathan's steadfast devotion to (Y/n) clashed with Dio's burgeoning affection, igniting a tempestuous undercurrent that threatened to rupture their delicate harmony. Dio's possessive nature emerged like a smoldering ember, his longing for (Y/n)'s exclusive attention casting a dark shadow over their blossoming bond.

With each passing moment spent in Jonathan's presence, Dio's jealousy flared like a tempest, his desire to claim (Y/n) for himself surging fiercely against the backdrop of their shared intimacy. The rift between them widened, fueled by Dio's silent yearning to possess (Y/n)'s heart entirely, a desire that simmered with an intensity that threatened to engulf them all.

In the quiet confines of their shared sanctuary, Dio finally let the weight of his jealousy spill forth in whispered confession. "Do you not see, (Y/n)?" he murmured, his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that belied his usual bravado. "Every moment you spend with him, I feel as though I'm losing you. It gnaws at me, this ache of longing to have you all to myself."

(Y/n)'s gaze softened, understanding the turmoil within Dio's heart. "Dio, you know I care for you deeply," they replied gently, reaching out to touch his trembling hand. "But Jonathan is my friend too. We can find a way to navigate this together, without letting jealousy consume us."

Dio's stormy eyes met theirs, a tumult of conflicting emotions swirling within their depths. "I fear I cannot bear to share you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yet I cannot bear to lose you either."

Years had passed by, and as they both reached the threshold of adulthood at the age of eighteen, Dio's possessive nature had only grown more pronounced, and the thought of anyone else sharing (Y/n)'s affections became unbearable. He watched her like a hawk, always making sure that she was within his sight, his touch. The idea that she could be happy with anyone else was a constant ache in his heart, a thorn that refused to be extracted.

The day finally came when Dio could no longer contain his emotions. He had been planning this for months, carefully orchestrating every detail to ensure that it would be perfect. He waited until Jonathan was away in the mansion's library, knowing that he would have her full attention. Then, he invited (Y/n) to take a walk with him along the secluded riverbank, a place they had visited many times before.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills and lush greenery. Dio led (Y/n) to a small clearing hidden behind a grove of trees, his heart racing with anticipation. As they stepped into the secluded spot, he turned to face her, his eyes burning with desire. "You are everything to me, (Y/n)," he murmured, taking her delicate hand in his own. "My heart beats only for you."

Her heart skipped a beat as he took her hand, gazing into her eyes with such intensity that she felt herself melting beneath his gaze. "Dio…" she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the gentle river nearby. She couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at his words, at the way he looked at her as if she were the only person in the world.

As he leaned forward, his lips mere inches from hers, she closed her eyes, anticipating the touch of his lips against hers. But instead, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pressing her against his chest. His kiss was rough, demanding, claiming her mouth as his own. She gasped into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as she clung to him.

The feel of his strong body against hers, the taste of him, sent a shiver through her spine. She moaned into his kiss, arching her back slightly, wanting more. As if sensing her desire, he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressed against her stomach, and she ached to feel it inside her.

When at last he pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on hers, searching for some sign of how she felt. She looked up at him, her own chest heaving, her lips swollen from his kiss. "Dio… I've always been yours," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "You know that." His possessive nature had always been a part of him, but it was also what made her feel so safe and loved. And now, as they stood there together in the dimming light, she knew that nothing would ever change that.

Their lips met again, hungrily seeking one another in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every corner of her mouth, as his hands slid down to cup her bottom, lifting her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm.

Her back arched as he walked them backwards, pressing her against the rough bark of a tree. She moaned into his kiss, feeling dizzy with desire. His free hand trailed up her spine, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her shift, tweaking her nipple roughly. She gasped into his mouth, her body tensing in response.

His other hand fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, pushing them through their holes with urgency. Once her breasts were freed, he groaned into her neck, taking one in his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips bucking against him in need. He released her breast only to untie the sash that held up her skirts, letting the silk fall to the ground in a pool at their feet.

With one swift movement, he pushed her skirt up, baring her to him. She was already wet, aching for him. He growled in approval, pressing his hips against her, feeling her slick heat against the hard length of his arousal. Grasping her hips, he lifted her up, guiding her down onto him in one smooth motion. She cried out, her body tensing around him as she felt him filling her.

He thrust into her, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of need. His hands gripped her shoulders, his face contorted with passion. She wrapped her legs tight around him, meeting his thrusts with her own, their hips moving in perfect rhythm. The world around them disappeared, consumed by the fierce, primal desire that bound them together.

Their kisses grew wilder, more urgent, as their bodies moved together in a dance that felt as ancient and familiar as breathing. The air grew thick with the sounds of their moans, their gasps, their pleas for more. She could feel the muscles in his back flexing beneath her fingers as he held her up, holding her close, claiming her as his own.

As their bodies reached the peak of pleasure, she felt a sharp, intense pain shoot through her core. His hips stuttered, and then he let out a hoarse cry as he emptied himself inside her. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, her whole body shuddering with release.

For a moment, they were both still, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they tried to catch their bearings. Then he lowered her to the ground, his weight pressing her down into the soft moss. His lips found hers once more, this time gentle and tender. "My love," he murmured against her lips. "You are mine, and I am yours, always." And as they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, she knew that there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be.

Masterlist

[illubean]

hello! i was wondering if you could write general fluff (possibly smut?) hc's of jotaro kujo with a fem s/o thats also a stand user? 😊

have a good day/night!

Relationship Headcanons

Characters: Jotaro Kujo Type: Fluff, Smut, Headcanons, Fem!reader

decided to write for both 3taro and 4taro ^__^ reader has already known Jotaro since Stardust Crusaders for both tho

Warnings: NSFW for 4taro, viewer discretion is advised

3taro (sfw)

either you guys already knew each other or met back in Japan around the same time as meeting Kakyoin

and being a stand user you obviously go with them to help defeat Dio

throughout your guys' trip Jotaro develops feelings for you aww

he's definitely less harsh on you but at the same time?? more rigid around you???

he doesn't want to hurt your feelings or anything but he just gets so nervous sometimes and gets defensive as a response :(

will go stiff as a BOARD if you so much as brush up against him

he's not going to confess, sorry

3taro is less mature and more aggressive since he's still in his delinquent angsty teenager phase

if he does confess, it's either on accident or because he got jealous

if it was an accidental slip up, he'd pause to process what he just said then walk away before you can even give a response

hunt him down and tell him how you feel before he can dwell on it for too long

ask him to be your boyfie woyfie and he'll look away with a "good grief...yeah"

he's hiding his face but you can tell by his ears that behind the hat is a bright red blush

4taro (sfw)

4taro is definitely more mature and a tad bit more expressive than 3taro, especially after everything that happened back in Egypt :((

he learned to appreciate the people around him more

that being said, he's not above confessing to you

he's liked you for years, and since you stuck by his side this entire time he decides to finally make you his

he waits for the perfect moment to confess, one that feels right

he probably asked you while stargazing late night on the beach

he's way more comfortable with physical affection than 3taro

but, like his younger self he's not big on pda

to the public eye it may seem like he's indifferent to your affections but in private he's a passionate lover

he likes the more intimate moments with you (which isn't just sex)

after a few more years he probably took you to walk on that same beach where he confessed, this time proposing to you by the ocean <3

nsfw

haha good luck he's HUNG

his cock is an average length but he's GIRTHY

he's huge all around and he knows it which brings me to my next point

size kink. I will DIE on this hill

he likes to press his weight into you while you fuck, not enough to crush you (unless you ask) but enough for you to feel it

a certified pussy eater

he could spend hours laying between your plush thighs, nose deep into your core <3

on any normal day he's pretty vanilla

but if he's in a certain mood or if you ask he'll manhandle you and toss you around like a little ragdoll

he won't admit it out loud but he loves it when you mark him up

scratches down his back, hickies left along his collar bone ALL OF IT

even if he doesn't outright say it, you can tell he enjoys it by the soft grunt he'll let out

he creams in your cute little pussy every chance he gets, he just wants to stuff you full

he's very generous when he cums, emptying his big breeder balls of every last drop

he has a breeding kink if you couldn't tell^

haha Jotaro just give me one chance PLEASE

[professionaldrider]

THIS OUGHT TO HELP YOU SLEEP- RISOTTO NERO X READER (SMUT)

As Y/n lay in her bed she stared at the moon, she hadn't been able to sleep without Risotto in bed with her, so she mindlessly stared at the moon. The moon was beautiful, pure and pristine. The window in Y/n’s room that the moon peeked through was small and beautifully framed by white wooden trim. Thorough the room was dark pitch black in the parts where the light couldn't reach even after stretching as far as it could- The parts where the moonlight licked were challenging to make out since the lighting was as broad as the moon could reach- the focus of lighting was poor, making things difficult to see. Despite knowing so, Y/n did not turn on the lights, or even move out of bed instead, she waited for Risotto. She made no effort to flip a switch or tug a chain, as it slipped her mind as she gazed at the moon, longing for Risotto to get in bed with her. Though as the minutes passed, he never did.

The moon that was once high in the sky, barely visible from where Y/n lay, was now vulnerable to Y/n’s eyes as its body lightens up Y/n’s vision. Y/n, after laying in bed with an empty feeling next to her in place of Risotto for what felt like hours, finally moves her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she places her right arm down to help her sit up. Y/n then touches the cold wood floor with her toes, gently placing her foot down, the floor creaking slightly under her weight as she places her other foot to finally get off the bed.

Y/n shivers as soon as she gets off the bed as the warm comforter no longer protected her from the cold breath of the house. Her thin sleepwear provided no warmth as Y/n’s nipples got hard. Y/n continued to step to the bedroom door, one foot after another, her shaking hands grabbing the cold metal doorknob and turning it to the right before opening it, and walking through it.

As soon as Y/n entered the hallway, she could see a warm, dim orange light flooding the hall from the crack of Risotto’s study. She followed the light slowly, her left hand trailing against the wall as she moved closer and closer to his study- until Y/n’s hand fell to the door to his study and Y/n moved her right hand to open it.

—Second Person—

Risotto looked to the door, and got up, “Y/n, I thought you were in bed.” Risotto states, looking at you blankly. You look at him, your eye bags were dark, and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, “I couldn't sleep.” you reply, your voice tired with a hint of sadness. Risotto looks at you and sighs, his left hand massaging his temples as he closed the door, reaching his arm behind you a clicking sound was made before he moved his arm from the door and to his side.

“...”

Risotto stayed silent as he stared at you and he sighed again, “Y/n...” Risotto whispered, cupping your cheek with his right hand, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as his cheeks went slightly pink. You look up at him, then your eyes trail down to his crotch, his boner pressing up against his pants as Risotto speaks up, sending goosebumps down your spine, “What do you want..?” Risotto grunts, massaging your cheek as it gets redder.

“What can I do?” Risotto asks before speaking again, “I've been caught up in work, I haven't focused on you…well? I'm here now, and I want you, but there’s only so much I can do..” Risotto trails off, his speech getting slower as he huffs between almost every other word. You blush at his words, hesitant to speak, to ask for what you want, it seems embarrassing to ask outright, “Well?” Risotto asks, lifting your face up, “What do you want?” He asks, and you look him in his eyes, “Can you…eat me out..?” you ask, causing to Risotto let go of your cheek and step back with a blank face with his boner stiff in his pants.

Risotto blushes deeply, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his blush, "didn't expect someone like you to talk like that…" Risotto says with a smirk, moving his hand from his face

Risotto takes a step to you, "Then I'll gladly oblige." Risotto

grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, his face inches away from yours, kissing your lips hungrily. You moan softly, spreading your legs open as soon as Risotto pushes you down onto his chair, as he begins to start kissing your neck softly, moving his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your top skin he could start licking around your nipple before sucking on it gently he pulls back, a slight smirk on his face as he takes of your pants and panties, sliding them down your legs.

Risotto kisses along your inner thigh softly, continuing up towards your crotch. Risotto leans forward, placing his lips against your crotch, using his fingers to spread your thighs apart, revealing your inner pink folds, causing you to moan in response as Risotto's warm breath hits your folds. After about 5 seconds he finally licks his tongue against your clit, causing you to shudder, "ha..~" you breathe, moaning and shuddering

Risotto looks up at you, smirking, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, wiggling them in an effort to get more lubrication while he sucks your clit gently stroking your walls with his tongue, “So soft…” Risotto moans as he starts eating you out slowly, licking every inch of your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You moan and squirm at his tongue, bucking your legs onto Risotto’s head. “Fuck..” You moan, covering your mouth to quiet the noises coming from it.

Risotto keeps going, not breaking eye contact, starting to finger fuck you harder as he speaks, “Do you want me to go deeper? Or should I keep it the way im going?” you nod, “Yes, go deeper…please” You beg. Risotto does as he's told, pushing a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, “You feel great” he moans, sliding a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, rubbing the roof of your vagina “You like this?” Risotto asks mockingly, stretching you further, working his fingers furiously, “Ohh...so tight…” he groans as he licks your clit fast, increasing the pressure as your legs twitch, risotto continues fingering you for another minute or so, until he feels your body start shaking uncontrollably, “That's right...just relax and enjoy yourself.” Risotto says before going back to continue to lick your walls, stopping at your G-spot as you cum all over his tongue, your cum was like the webs of a spider as it connected your clit to his tongue.

Maybe tonight Risotto will sleep with you.

[kyloherrera]

—CHAPTER ONE: NEW TOY

content warning: fem!reader. Kidnap. Physical Restrains. Blindfold, Blood play, Chocking kink, Mention of reader becoming Risottos toy

wordcount. 1575

annotation. hi! This is one of my fav series I have wrote so far because I love sm La Squadra, so I hope you enjoy it, this is porn with plot. Also keep in mind that english is no my main language so if I have grammar mistakes, please tell me, hope you enjoy.

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Risotto was a boss of the Passione Mafia, he was the leader of one of the most deadly squads within this mafia, the Squadra, a squad whose members were specialized in assassinations and who possessed one of the most deadly and ruthless stands of the Passione.

Risotto used to be a rather calm and calculating boy, he usually did not understand other people and even less when it came to sex. Of course, this did not mean that he did not indulge himself from time to time and even enjoyed himself without However, this point of view would change on this day.

You were a member of the Passione, which had lo been involved with Bucciarati, and because of that you had raised some suspicions that he might be trying to betray the leader of the Mafia. So Risotto had ordered his members to capture you in order to get more information, and in any case, if he refused to remove a burden from his leader's shoulders, to kill you, since your position was known to be very powerful.

"I wonder if she would make a good mother." Melone said, licking his lips in anticipation. "Capo, can I have a play with her?" he said. He was still licking his lips as he imagined thousands of dirty things.

"No, I'll talk to her. Then we'll decide what to do with her." Risotto said with his usual cold tone that demanded obedience. His dark tone and deep voice echoed throughout the room, a tone that would intimidate anyone.

"Di Molto!" Melone replied. While he continued to imagine scenarios, he still held out hope.

Risotto went to the room where you were, you were chained and immobilized, after all, even if they were not afraid of the power of your position, it was okay to take their precautions.

Risotto walked over and noticed that you were tied to a chair with your hands and feet bound. Your vision was completely obscured. He stopped near you and then examined you from top to bottom with those crimson balls and his usual serious tone. The blindfold covered your vision and yet you could feel how he devoured you with his gaze, like a hunter stalking his prey, but even so you were brave enough, he wouldn't be able to intimidate you.

And then he understood, for the first time he understood Melone, and that was that your outfit was a bit extravagant. A black tank top that clearly showed her cleavage, black navy shorts, followed by fishnet stockings and black platform boots. Risotto couldn't help but lose his gaze at this outfit, she couldn't deny that when she saw this outfit, her imagination betrayed him and she went a little further than she should have, giving him dirty scenarios and thoughts.

You, however, took the opportunity to give the order to your stand to attack, and in those moments when Risotto was distracted, you continued an attack and you succeeded, leaving a wound on his arm from which a familiar crimson color appeared, Risotto simply let out a breath. He admired your courage, but at the same time, he couldn't help but frown.

that he had allowed himself to be attacked in such a stupid way.

He was a boss, for the hell he let himself be distracted by a girl. Risotto saw that he could no longer trust the girl, then turned invisible and closed his wound with the help of his stand.

When he mentioned a few words, you simply let a teasing smile escape between your lips.

"Well, Mrs. Capo. My stand releases a deadly poison that only it can cure. If you want me to remove it, then you will have to release me and let me go." The grimace on your face was one of security. Even though you were completely tied up, you could feel that you had won the battle.

But Risotto was the boss of one of the most powerful mafias in Italy. He would not be beaten so easily. And so it was: With a quick movement and armed with courage, he used his stand to remove the poison, opening a deep wound to let the contaminated blood escape and then closing it again thanks to his metallic stand.

"Impossible." You mentioned Risotto's bravery and frowned when you saw how he managed to beat one of his escape cards. But you expected nothing less from one of the capos de passione.

"Well, don't waste my time anymore and let's get down to business: What do you know about Bucciarati's group?"

"You have no idea what kind of manners and hospitality you have. You have so little manners and hospitality. Let me go and I might tell you everything." You snorted at him.

And so it was. Risotto approached the place, protected by his invisibility, and then, removing your shackles and freeing your vision, you simply let out a satisfied smile.

"Thank you. Your name is Risotto, right?"

"Yes, but come on, get to talking."

"I'd love to, but it's hard for me to talk with a dry mouth. Could you get me a glass of water?" You said. Without taking the mocking grin off your face.

Risotto was already getting desperate, but he followed your orders and sent two of his men to guard the door of this room. If this continued, he would probably hire someone else to get information out of you.

Risotto returned to the room, glass in hand. To become invisible again, he was surprised to see you. You had waited patiently in that place, your smile still on your face.

You thanked him and took a few sips. Then you placed the glass next to his chair and gave Risotto what you had promised him.

"Well, I don't know a lot. But I do know that the Boss has given Bucciarati's group the mission to find and pick up his daughter. I don't know if they have her yet or not."

A look of astonishment appeared on Risotto's face and then changed to a smile. At least they had a clue to find their boss, a very important piece of the puzzle. However, something brought Risotto out of his thoughts and that was the splash that soaked his clothes. But the most surprising thing was that the water was tinted with a crimson color that revealed his position.

And you were quite cunning. While Risotto was not looking, you had opened a small wound on your leg. Since you were not affected by the poison, you did this so that the blood fell into the glass and turned it red. Then you tried to attack Risotto again with a quick move, but he had somehow managed to dodge it. This last action had managed to break his patience completely.

Furious, he had started to grab you by the neck, crushing your neck and cutting off your breath, while he had lifted you up and leaned you against a wall. Metallica had then pulled what looked like chains from your limbs, anchoring them to the wall and preventing you from moving.

Risotto had decided to remove the stand from her body, which remained visible, while he looked angrily at the girl, noticing how your face reflected an expression of pain and panic, and how your eyes crystallized a little due to the pain of your limbs and the abrupt force that was on your neck. But something prevented them from killing you, I had the feeling that the girl still had information about her boss and Bucciarati, but I would leave that to someone else. You had already managed to fill her patience, but at a certain point she admired you, however, she was finished and decided to leave the place without removing her stand, leaving you anchored to the wall. However, something unexpected appeared between Risotto's pants, he could not believe how the simple fact of having hung you and seeing the expression on your face had made him so hard. But it was the same for you, seeing the cold and deep look of Risotto, who was destroying and despising you at the same time as he was restricting his movements and hanging you, had provoked moisture in your area.

And Risotto had noticed it, he couldn't prevent a perverse look and smile from appearing on his face. He returned to where you were freeing yourself from your anchor, to then transform the metal of your body parts into handcuffs, to then place them in your hands. He then proceeded to drink the blood he had left behind. He enjoyed the warm crimson mixture with a metallic taste and smell.

Risotto quickly positioned you against the wall. You were forced to look at the wall while Risotto stood behind you.

"Tell me, you have two choices. One you may live and one you may not live."

He said later. He took your chin and made you turn your face to look at those dark spheres.

"And the other is for you to become my plaything."

He said to then leave a wet kiss on your lips and then move to your neck, causing a slight moan to escape your lips, as his lips were hot from the blood.

You hated people who thought they were superior. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't find Risotto attractive enough to play with for a while.

TAGLIST:

[anon-imuz]

Yandere Blackmore X Ex girlfriend reader. Smut. Angst

sure btw tysm for all the support you always like my works ur super kind💕

Pairing:Yandere! Blackmore x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings:Yandere behavior, dubcon

Type:Smut and angst

Notes:i DONT condone any of the things listed In the warnings, this is fiction. English isn't my first language so you might encounter some grammatical mistakes, hope you still enjoy:))

You were almost a year out of that toxic relationship you had with your ex, he was always absent and when he was there you two were always fighting.

Now, you were talking to a guy online and he seemed pretty cool and he met your standards. He was kind, pretty, smart, but most importantly, he was there when you needed someone. Unlike your ex.

Tonight was about to be you two's first date together, and you chose to wear a long dress that fitted you perfectly, a dark red wine color, that you only wore on special occasions.

As you were walking to the restaurant, you feel some eyes hunting you down, but you just shrug it off, thinking it might be the butterflies or the anxiety of your first encounter with someone new.

When you enter the restaurant, the guy you were supposed to have a date with waves at you as a sign to come sit at the table but, little did you know that those eyes that you felt like they were eating your soul, were actually your ex boyfriend's eyes. He followed you the whole time. He knew about the guy. He watched you prepare for your stupid date and was ready to make his come back and make sure that you don't ever do something like this ever again.

You two start talking and as soon as the waiter arrives, you two order some food and drinks. You choose your favorite plate, while the guy chose something that he had never tried before.

When the food arrived, you two stopped the chatter and began eating. While he was eating some spaghetti you were eating your favorite dish, you two exchanged some silly looks that made eachother giggle...all while your ex was watching. But you were totally unaware and just enjoying your evening. Only he knows how much his blood was boiling at that moment, but he knew he had to wait for the right time to teach you a lesson.

"Oh hey, not to interrupt but...I really need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." The guy said as you nodded, watching him go up a waiter to ask indications for where the bathroom was.

When you finished your plate, he still didn't come back and his spaghetti were still there in his plate, left cold and unfinished. You sighed, trying not to cry already knowing that he wasn't gonna come back and that you had to pay for the both of you.

You walked out the restaurant with a frown, hoping that he was different but I guess he was like everyone else.

And now, it was your ex's time to shine. He would've pretended to be a random passerby and offer you a ride on your way back home.

"Oh, thank you. It began to rain now and i didn't bring an umbrella with me." You say to the man you didn't recognize, and he told you to not worry and that at this hour it was dangerous for ladies to walk alone at night.

"Hey, sorry but... this isn't the way to my house." You interrupt the man.

"I know." He replies.

Your blood went cold. What did he mean he knew?

You side-eyed him and said,

"Sorry? What'd you say?"

"I said I know this isn't the way to your house. Indeed, it's the way to mine. I thought you remembered..." He responded, a little disappointed.

No way. It was your ex? Ans you didn't even notice? How stupid could you be?

"Before you damage my car,i already locked everything. So you can't run, and you never will, darling. We're meant to be. Don't you understand how perfect we are for each other?" He said.

You remained still, knowing that if you were to attack him you'd probably end up in a car incident.

"Now now, let's remove this stupid guy's scent from your divine body." He says while parking his car in a parking space in the nowhere.

"Oh baby, you let a man treat you this way? You let such a rat leave you and your perfect self alone and even let him have the ability to make you sad and ruin your evening? Oh come now sweetheart, we don't do that." He reassured you, as you cried in his chest while he placed you on his lap.

"It's okay honey. It's just you and me now, you're safe." He tells you, while caressing your back.

As much as you hated him you really needed some comfort and a shoulder to cry on, so you just let yourself go and melt yourself into him.

"Shhh..." He orders, while traveling his hands down your lower back to your ass, moving your panties to the side while teasing your pussy.

You can't help but fall to his touch. You'd really like to punch him but you know how well he knows how to turn you on.

He starts slipping two fingers in, slowly and delicately leaving and entering your pussy, while you try to keep your mouth shut by biting his shoulder, but kind of fail.

He then adds another finger... and another one. 4 fingers. you're rocking your hips on his hand, begging for more as you moan out his name.

"Yes baby, good girl, you're doing so good~" He praises you while making his movements faster inside you. You're about to cum but, will he let you?

"Come on, cum for me baby." He orders, and you do so. You're so tired and really just need to go to bed after this bizzare night.

"Look at the mess you made. I'll forgive you this time... but you won't run away this time." He whispers, kissing your cheek.

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: smut head canons

characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo (part 4), Female Reader

rating: NSFW

Jonathan Joestar

He’s an Adonis with a heart of gold and he will make sure to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your life. Do not be intimidated by his impressive size, he will take all the time for you to be ready and will go nice and slow.

Once in the heat of the moment, he will go as hard or soft as you want. Your pleasure comes first and seeing how good you feel is enough for him to come undone. He’s incredibly passionate and romantic. He’ll make it his mission to have you come multiple times.

Do not expect him to be a missionary only type of man. Once he gets comfortable he’s likely to want to learn and try every sex position he can and perfect it, too. And he has the stamina and sheer raw power that’ll support it.

Joseph Joestar

Oh, you’re in for a very fun time. Joseph is naturally playful, mischievous, and naughty. He will have you smiling and giggling as he playfully wrestles you, but after pinning you down things are going to get very heated.

Bodies can make weird noises, people can bump heads…whatever embarrassing thing that could happen during sex you don’t have to worry about it with Joseph. He’ll simply laugh it off and make you feel at ease or he’ll be so into whatever you two are doing he won’t notice.

Kink is inevitable with him. Crossdressing, sissification, pegging, spanking, brat taming (he’s the brat), using Hamon. And don’t worry when he cums before you, he can go for rounds and rounds and rounds…

Don’t be surprised if he asks for Caesar to join, too.

Jotaro Kujo

They were talking about Jotaro Kujo when they came up with “tall, dark, and handsome” and he’s as stoic as they come. But if you’re lucky enough to find yourself in his bed…well, this means he trusts you deeply and quite possibly even loves you.

Don’t expect him to show the same dominance he does with an enemy stand user though. He will be completely submissive to you. Tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, peg him. Surrendering complete control to you is the moment of reverie he needs from his stressful life.

He doesn’t make a lot of noise apart from muffled groans, moans, and whimpers but he’s a sucker for dirty talk. So call him a good boy and tell him he takes you so well and he’ll be ready to come undone.

[dollwritesarchive]

one of my favorite headcanons for dio is that he doesn't allow his darling to wear panties. maybe even forbids it. he just loves easy access <3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, edging, fingering, little bit of degradation/humiliation because dio is and always will be a big meanie, almost blade play ( his sharp ass nails ), suggested past abuse / sexual conditioning ( from dio ), orgasm denial / control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ it’s always a good day when i get to write filth for the man, the myth, the legend: dio brando. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Do you even have the faintest clue why panties are forbidden, pet?” Dio asks, without looking up from the book resting against his crossed knees. “Page.”

with your fingers trembling, you obediently flip the page he’s done reading, shaking your head with a muffled and shy, “Nn— Nn.” with the hemming of your skirt stuffed into your mouth, you’re forced to bite down on it and keep it in place, high and out of the way of your vampire lord’s malignant digits.

the room was icy cold, but you weren’t trembling because of that. your thighs were shaking and sticky from his constant, torturously slow stroking of your sex. the length of his finger slotting between your weeping folds to probe, and you clench around air with a timid whimper. then, his thick knuckle grazed in circles, until your back arched and you tried to ride it. he would, then satisfied with your desperation to be stretched open, drag the sharpest point of his dagger-like, abysmal nail to tease your tender clit, threaten to cut into you.

your body wants to jerk back, escape his cruel taunting, but you were trained much better than that. you stood as still as you could, with your knees bent inwards against each other so that they don’t buckle, and watch his hand disappear between your legs as he tenderizes your sex, and then reappear a few moments later, sticky with your essence.

“No?” he teases, quirking a brow, but his crimson eyes stay locked on the page he’s currently reading, “Of course not. Why should you? After all, does a lapdog understand why it is that her master smacks her muzzle for yapping too loudly? Or does she simply accept that to yowl incessantly will get her popped in her pretty, little face?” there were memories behind his metaphor— the scariest moments of your time with Dio, when you disobeyed or annoyed him. you, too, had found your cheek stinging from his massive palm making contact, and had been banished from his lap to sleep on the cold, hard stone floor for your insolence.

“Page.”

you turn to the next. and you nod to show that you understand: it didn’t matter if you knew why Dio put the rules in place that he did for you, all that mattered was that you obeyed them.

“But, I will tell you.” two fingers worm their way to spread your netherlips apart, and you mewl and grip bundles of chiffon with your teeth, saliva soaking through the fabric. “I will never allow you to wear panties because of this right here. How easy it is to edge your soft, warm cunt when she’s completely exposed. Vulnerable.” when you shudder at the sordid way each syllable rolls off his sinful tongue, you catch a peek at his impish grin, before he jabs his middle finger against your entrance, with just enough force to feel your canal try to welcome the digit in, but he doesn’t slip it inside.

“L—Lord D—Dio!” you cry, the need to feel him take you all but overwhelming and you careen against his hand, hoping to coerce his fingers inside, “P—pleeeethhh…” you mumble, slurred, through your makeshift gag.

“I will have your little cunt drooling and tender for me whenever I please. Like she is right now, so hungry for cock that you can hardly stay upright. Milking air, wishing, begging for me to fuck it. You want me right now, don’t you? You want nothing more than for me to hollow you out? Break your body and your mind with my cock?”

you nod fervently, eyelids heavy with lust from his words alone, and your hips twitch and wriggle, whining for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

his eyes turn up from the page, and stare at your visage, nearly convulsing on his palm, before his tongue scrapes over a pearly fang, one signature dimple visible in the candlelight as he croons. “How much longer can you take this teasing, I wonder? Minutes? Hours?” you were shaking your head, hot tears in the corners of your eyes, but he kept going, as if he enjoyed how nervous the idea of being edged for hours made you. how frightened it made you. “Or perhaps, I leave you soiled and needy now, and play with you every day following, you’ll wake up, tied to my bed, with me between your legs, sucking on your sugary cunt— bringing you right to the very cusp of orgasm and then snatching it away from you no matter how you beg and cry for a release, until you’re so sensitive that the very sound of my voice in the dark alone forces you to cum.” your eyes roll back, defeated and moaning pathetically as he pulls his hand back from between your hips. your jaw hangs slack; the skirt of your dress sagging back into a skewed version of its place, and Dio shoves his dripping fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste just how badly you want him, pushing them deep until you gurgle and choke on them. “The possibilities to torment you are endless and exciting, my love, and that’s why you will never wear panties again. Turn the Page.”

[decoraskei]

Stay the night? <3

pairing ⸺ fem!reader x part1!joseph (modern au)

summary ⸺ your shitty boyfriend gets angry at you over something petty so you do the next best thing, turn to your best friend who you hook up often with…

tags ⸺ friends with benefits, fluff and smut, porn with plot (sort of), drinking, sweet talk, praising, overstimulation, wet dreams, cheating, kissing, hugging, hair pulling, body worship (?).

word count ⸺ 1,860 words and 9,736 characters.

notes ⸺ this is kind of my first fic so don't expect the best from me, not sure if this is good but thank you my friends for reading this before i posted this ily guys ❤️! and again, minors please dni.

This wasn't the first time this happened. Your boyfriend tended to get angry over small things you did like when you forgot to do HIS laundry, like when you forgot to take out HIS trash -- it was all too much for you.

So one night when he finally snapped on you again you left and headed for your trusty friend who you knew would never let you down when it came to situations like these. You started crying on your way to his house out of pure frustration and anger from your boyfriend nagging you around all day non-stop and once you had finally arrived you slowly crept your way up to the door and knocked.

You heard a lot of moving around, almost like someone was in a rush. You were about to knock again before he swung the door open and gasped in joy when he saw you, then his face slowly switched to one of concern at the tears staining your cheeks. He didn't have to ask you what happened because this wasn't the first time you came to him about this kind of thing so he nodded understandingly before moving aside so you can walk in and so he can close the door behind you.

He helped you to the couch by holding your shoulders and when you gently sat down it was almost like he had 60 seconds to do everything, rushing like you would disappear soon. He turned off the lights because he knew your eyes would be sensitive from crying and got one thin blanket then another which was thicker before placing the two together and laying them on you.

Then he vanished off to his kitchen until you saw him return with a bunch of sweets and you swore your heart almost melted. He wasn't even your boyfriend yet he treated you better, perhaps a sign. he poured all of them into a big bowl and gently settled them next to you only to turn around again and grab the remote. He took his seat beside you and grabbed a pillow near him on the spacious couch to place it on his stomach as he laid back and moved his big but gentle hands to guide your head to lay on the pillow.

Not a word was shared between you yet so much was done to make you feel better, and in his grasp you felt special and like you were the only girl in the world.

"What'd he say this time?" As the opening scene to the movie comes on he breaks a silence you didn't even know was present. You shift your head to look up at him and you see him still playing that same concerned expression on his face from when he first opened the door and set his sights on your saddened one.

"I don't wanna talk about it…" You felt bad for not giving him context yet letting him do all of this for you but you truly wanted to enjoy this moment and think less of your bum of a boyfriend right now. He nodded sympathetically and turned his gaze back to the movie playing, it was a comedy and you were mentally thanking him for being so considerate as to not turn on anything else like a romance, horror or just something that wouldn't lift your mood.

-

"Well, that was good." The movie had ended and when he said that you thought your time was over and you had to go back now. you felt greedy and almost like a leech for wanting, yearning to stay longer. He noticed your faltering smile and quickly stood up to walk out again and you thought of the worst -- until he came back with board games, drinking games, card games and drinks. I couldn't help but laugh at how sweet he was and we both moved to the floor and started deciding what board game to start with first.

-

He let you stay the night, thankfully. You didn't wanna see your boyfriend right now and Joseph was here to keep that from happening for you. You dressed in simple pyjamas you had left at his house before.

I may have left out one detail, you and Joseph have hooked up on various occasions and it was safe to put you two in the 'friends with benefits' category. You weren't ashamed though, when your boyfriend wasn't good at his job and made you feel like shit Joseph was before him anyway and you both had no idea why you weren't dating yet. Tucking yourself into the covers you could hear him humming to himself in his bathroom and it made you smile even though you were drunk out of your mind from all the drinking.

Eventually he got into bed shirtless and with pyjama pants he bought to match yours and in a way you found it adorable. Some drunken small talk before he quickly fell fast asleep and you couldn't help but let out a quiet hushed laugh. You turned around to the other side and started getting comfortable before your eyes closed shut and you began to let out calm and soft snores against the pillow.

Sometime in the night Joseph began shifting. He had a wet dream and of all people he knew it was YOU, who was right in bed next to him. He turned to look at you with the obvious hard on and stain in his pants and his eyes lingered on your small sleeping form, it took everything to not just take you asleep but he was way more decent and respectful than that so he gently shook you awake and you fluttered your eyes open to see him looking half-drunk and desperate, for you.

"Babe, need help.." He mumbled out and as you registered what was happening you softly nodded, still trying to wake up fully. That was until he slid down your pyjama pants with a grunt and then your panties in advance to grab a hold of your knees and prying your legs open with his big hands. You smiled at his eagerness before he dove down and let you rest your legs on his back and wrapped his arms around your thighs for more comfort. Licking at you eagerly, sliding his tongue up and down and stopping at your clit every now and then to watch your back arch off the already sweaty and cold sheets of the bed. Nobody ever did it as good as him and sometimes you swore it was like he had a map of your pussy laid out in his head, tracing his tongue over all your favourite spots and making you squirm in pleasure.

His tongue peeked through your entrance and it was hard to keep quiet but whenever you made a noise he gripped at your thigh -- an obvious message telling you to shut up despite there being nobody to hear you, maybe he just wanted to focus. In reality it was the fact that your moans and cries of pleasure made his dick twitch even more and he was on the brink of loosing control. But so were you. You felt your eyes reach the back of your head as you had a short but amazing orgasm wash through you head to toe only making your legs shake slightly.

He departed from in between your folds and unwrapped his arms from around your plush thighs and wiping his slick covered face with his hand. He reached for the waistband of his own pants and slid them off and you swore you let out an audible gulp at the sight of the wet patch and obvious bulge covered by the thin fabric of his boxers, almost like it was waiting to be set loose and run wild. You got the message and bent over but you wished you got to see his cock spring free from the restraints of his black briefs.

You felt the warm and wetness of his member resting on your lower back now he was pulling back and pressing it at your entrance and letting it slowly stretch out your walls, the feeling all too familiar to you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you he hugged you and wrapped his arms around you to feel at your tits, his thrusts sloppy and messy but oh so amazing.

The long sequence of whines and sobs as he started getting faster against you, noticeably enraptured by the feeling of himself rubbing along the walls of your insides. And as for you, the feeling of him slipping in and out at such a overwhelming pace made you cum quick.

You thought that was the end, you thought. When he slowed down you were content but you grew surprised when he started going at it again despite having filled you already with his own seed. You grew louder, a little fragile from your first two orgasms but nothing was stopping him. A loud pornographic sounding moan escaped past your lips and stopped hugging you to now be plunging into you on his knees right behind you only to grab you by your hair .

He used his grasp on your hair to his advantage and every time you were at the tip of his pretty cock he pulled you back by your hair and thrusted forward which only let more ear-splitting moans break out from between your wet lips. The way he fucked you silly made you drool and the only think keeping you sane right now was the sweet nothings he whispered into your ears.

"So good f'me.. Please.." he almost begged. He finished again and even though he did he continued to thrust, only this time he let go of his grasp on your hair and went back to hug you to slow himself down a little. It was almost like he knew that every orgasm you had you became more delicate and he shouldn't push you but here you were still overstimulated as hell. He finally noticed how loud you were but oblivious to you he had neighbours who have had complained about you before so he snaked his hand around your neck and then to your mouth to cover it.

Two more thrusts and he released himself into your plush and soft cunt yet again. This time he stopped and pulled out, fortunately. Falling forward on the bed he grabbed a hold of you and chuckled. Taking a hold of the covers to pull them over the two of you and embrace you under the warmth of the covers you were safely asleep under not too long ago. You felt yourself smile as he softly kissed along your shoulder and back and neck.

"Thank you." He murmured and you two fell back into your separate deep depths of slumber, him content and you happy he decided to stop when he did -- but you were still happy.

thank you sm for reading!! i know it may not be the best considering my overusing of 'before' & 'and' but i hope to improve in the future!! (i hardly have motivation to write) if you have any requests for the next one just send a few tag suggestions/what you want in the fic and if its a character i dont rlly know then ill look at some clips or read about the character so i can try make it possible 4 u! tysm <3

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

A Jury of One

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[PAIRING] Gyro Zeppeli x Reader (She/Her AFAB)

[SUMMARY] The conversation shifts as you pass secrets—and vices—back and forth. Cigar in hand, you realize this might be the most personal exchange you’ve had with the Italian. (Chapter 2/?)

[WC] 4k

[!!!] Same as previous installments, smoking, drinking, language + light descriptions of a murder aftermath, but this is a jojos fic, so I feel like I literally can’t be more brutal or gruesome than the source material even if I tried… araki would be able to write this fanfic ez but I could NOT create the rat cube, yk?

[AN] Learned my lesson. No more blinkers for likes. Thought I would get like, 8 at most. Im really enjoying writing this one, thinking about a tag list if that would be wanted at all, read more after the fic if this is something you’d be interested in!! Also, Im trying to follow back everyone who follows me (small blog things) and If I miss you it was 100% an accident. Yell at me in dm’s and I’ll make sure we’re mutuals :)

“That’s not my name.” He’d said, gaze filled with satisfaction.

You tried to tone down your reaction, but found yourself speechless instead, eyes widening as you scoffed at his admission.

“Oh come on, hit me with one of your clever little comebacks, regazza.” He teased as you sat, mouth agape.

You paused for a moment, recalling everything you knew—no, thought you knew— about Gyro Zeppeli. “So wait everything you said about-”

He cut you off, seemingly knowing where the natural train of thought would land. “No, I didn’t tell you any mistruths about that… just my given name. Still a Zeppeli.” He flashed a smile, as if to express pride in this little falsehood.

“Well then what is it?” You asked, sitting up with a newfound sense of excitement.

Gyro chuckled, eyeing your change in posture, “A secret for a secret. My turns over,” he stated matter of factly.

“Oh come on,” you let out, “that’s unfair. I'm just supposed to go on pretending like I haven’t been calling you the wrong thing this whole time?”

He just cleared his throat, taking a sip from his glass instead of answering.

You scoffed, “Fine fine, can’t make that comparison, I get it.”

“No, I just figured you wouldn’t want to owe me two,” he smirked, “You could of course just tell me yours and we can cut through the red tape.”

You sat there, puzzled. For a moment you thought he might have been speaking a different language entirely, you had no idea what he was trying to communicate. You didn’t hide the expression well either, apparently, because he instantly picked up on the nonsensical reaction.

“It’s an expression.” He explained.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah I got that much, meaning what?”

“You know,” he gestured awkwardly, “like on the King's documents.”

You just looked at him, why would you know that?

“You know, you cut the red tape.” He continued, pantomiming scissors in his hand.

You couldn’t help but put your head in your hands as you responded, “You stupid Europeans and your customs, I thought you guys used seals for-”

“You’re getting off topic,” he cut you off.

You sighed, picking up the drink you’d neglected up until this point. Lord knows you’d need a sip, he was expecting a return on his investment, after all. “Maybe,” you answered.

“You know,” he started, waiting for you to finish sipping your drink before continuing, “I think this might be the longest exchange of words we’ve had.”

You looked away from him, playing off the awkwardness of his observation. “What a way to break the ice, right?”

He leaned forward, bringing the bottle to refill your cup. “Let’s break it some more,” he challenged, eyes glistening with something you’d never seen from him, “stop sidestepping what you owe me.”

“I’m in hiding,” you blurted out, despite yourself.

Gyro titled his head forward. “I’d assumed, based on everything you mentioned.”

You stayed silent however, if he was going low, you were going lower.

“Well?” He asked, urging you to continue.

“Oh no, a secret for a secret, Gyro. Or… not Gyro.” You teased, taking a drink of the whiskey.

He squinted at you, expression unamused.

“My turn is over.” You echoed his words smugly, gulping the liquid down.

His body language folded in on itself as if it were an unintentional side effect of being bested at his own game.

“Fine,” he snapped, taking a moment to compose himself, “I'm assuming this is something intriguing so I’ll bite; I still sleep with a teddy bear. Tell me something good and you might get my name quid pro quo. I’ll be nice.”

You couldn’t help the tone that emerged from your throat. This was a golden opportunity, after all. “Oh what a secret Gyro. I didn’t realize you were that interested in me, Zeppeli. What, does it have a name? Awww do you cradle it in your arms when you fall asleep?”

“I let you ride my horse,” he bolted upright ignoring you, dumbfounded at the realization. “I don’t let any girls ride with me, you-”

You honestly couldn’t tell if his expression of disgust was being played up or not, head slowly swiveling to gawk at you.

“You monster.” He hissed.

“Do you want me to tell you the story or not.” You glared at him, furrowing your brows with mock frustration.

He put his hands up in a ‘surrender’ position, pursing his lips while leaning back in his chair, signaling you to continue.

You took a deep breath, trying to come up with the words to breach the topic. Your eyes wandered down to the glass in front of you on the table.

“If the liquor would help you bella, by all means, don’t let me stop you.” He jabbed, eliciting another nervous laugh from your system as you indulged in the suggestion. “Though if you want something stronger…” he trailed off, head turning to the flask he’d tossed on the bed earlier.

You flicked your head in the direction of the vial, wordlessly telling him to grab the damn thing and open it while you finished the cup in front of you.

“Two years ago,” you started, wiping your mouth with your sleeve, “I woke up in the school that was giving me room and board for work. I know the concept might be too American for your spoiled foreign brain to comprehend.”

He laughed, truly laughed, before adding “Eh don’t worry about it, it’s red tape under the bridge.”

You let him chuckle at his own joke for a moment before he cut himself off, tossing you the flask. “I couldn’t help myself, continue.”

The ridges around the cap dug into your fingers as you twisted the container open, idly running your fingers over the intricate engravings on the silver metal face as you moved on with the story. “It was a home for girls,” you explained, recalling how much joy the place had given you, “I was there for about ten months at the time.”

You took a swig before continuing, only to be completely caught off guard by the burning sensation pooling at the bottom of your throat. “What the fuck is this?”

“Moonshine. You were saying?” Had he been letting it ferment since he left Italy? Whatever-

You gulped, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling that was quickly overpowered by the rush to your head.

“Warning would have been nice,” you squinted in his direction, passing the flask back to him. “I'm not suffering through a hangover alone though. Drink up while you listen.”

“I have every intention to,” he smiled, leaning in to snatch it from you. “You have me on the edge of my seat, I must say. Ever thought about professional storytelling?” He spoke with a sarcastic dryness that made you genuinely thankful for the lighthearted banter he’d allowed to calm your nerves.

“Oh shut it, I'll get to the point soon enough,” you rolled your eyes, “besides-”

You cut the thought short. How would the man even react if you’d finished that sentence? ‘You’re the first person I’ve ever told.’

“Besides?” He questioned, snapping your mind away from the thought.

“I’m trying to remember what’s important.” You covered the slip-up well, all things considered. It was normal for someone to be skittish in this type of situation, you told yourself. You didn’t need to give him the ego boost of knowing he was the first—only—person to hear this secret.

“What, am I distracting you?” He said sarcastically, bringing the flask to his lips.

You rolled your eyes, moving on. “One of the girls in my care,” you paused, choosing instead to explain the setting further, “I gave grammar lessons to all the students but had a group under my guidance for housing, as did the other instructors who handled different subjects. That's the way the structure worked.”

“I think I get it,” he acknowledged with another sip of his drink, allowing you to continue.

“I woke up one morning and,” you took a deep breath, this was it, “one of my students had been killed in the night and-”

The water was back in your eyes, you’d noticed, and you’d opted to end your sentence early to avoid choking back embarrassing tears. You held your hand out, asking for another drink.

He couldn’t deny your request, eyes locked with yours as he studied your expression.

“And you found her?” He asked gently, not trying to put the words in your mouth, instead attempting to lead you back to a semblance of normal conversation. It was asked with a hint of kindness and understanding, something you rarely heard out of Gyro.

You nodded slowly, unattached, with a single pathetic sniffle as you recalled the lifeless expression on one of your most outspoken students; she had been mangled in a pool of her own blood, the thick smell of death overwhelming every other aspect of the memory.

It seemed trivial, crying to an executioner of all people about the misfortune of death, but it was about to become unavoidable, it seemed.

“She couldn’t have been older than twelve,” you admitted, “and I knew it was my fault to some degree, I know I should have seen something or locked a door better or,”

He cut you off, grabbing the hand you’d let rest on the table. He held it with both of his own, seriousness washing over him as he forced you to look him in the eye at the new sensation. “I don’t think a bad person would worry about what they could have done.” He started, tilting his head toward you. “And good people often find themselves picking up the slack for what bad people invoke.”

You nodded sheepishly, thanking him as you wiped the tear from your cheek. “What is that, some old proverb?” You joked, voice still fragile with emotion.

“No,” he smiled, “Proverbs are typically shorter.”

You scoffed at him, taking the chance to compose yourself and try again. “I guess what I was trying to say,” you continued with a small roll of your eyes, “I would have completely understood my termination.”

He nodded, encouraging you to continue.

You looked him in the eye once more, the story finally reaching its conclusion. After a heavy moment of silence, you spoke of its ending. “The murder weapon was found in my sleeping quarters.”

That was it, you remembered, that was all it took for the chaos to ensue. The initial moments following your indictment were still a blur, even after two years now, but you remembered the feeling of unadulterated terror all too well. It was beginning to creep up on you again now, sitting in an inn in the middle of nowhere, miles away from where the story even took place.

As your breathing accelerated, Gyro said nothing. His expression revealed nothing. You silently made a note to yourself not to gable with the man in front of you, that was a poker face if you’d ever seen one. After taking another glance at the table, you pulled your hand back, acutely aware of the fact that he hadn’t let go of you since that moment of reassurance.

“And then?” He asked, expression unchanged.

“I think you’re smart enough to work out the rest, Gyro.” You said, finally taking another swig from the flask.

He let you sit for a moment, allowing the uncomfortable silence in the room to linger for a couple seconds too long.

“Fuck,” He said, leaning back in the chair, “I don’t-”

You cut him off, still too uncomfortable with conversations on the topic to hear what he had to say. “Don’t say anything then.”

He looked you in the eyes with a disappointed sigh, and once again reached his hand out to ask for the flask. You swished the liquid around before handing it back, estimating that it was a little more than half full now. “What I was going to say,” he muttered, “Is that I don’t need to tell anyone. It’s not my—I guess what I mean to say is that it doesn't affect me. I mean, it does affect me but not-”

“Thank you, Gyro.” You said, voice more worn down than expected. You had the feeling he would have awkwardly rambled for minutes if you didnt stop him.

“‘Anything else I tell you is sworn to secrecy,’ after all.” He said with a deep breath, “I understand. Why you did it. The disguise, I mean.”

“Might as well get the benefits of being a man if I have to conceal myself anyway.” You shrugged, it was the best you could do to turn the odds in your favor, and you had little to no regrets on that aspect of the lie.

He laughed, bringing his fingers to his lips in an imitation locking motion, “Secrets safe with me… at least for the next two checkpoints that is.” He grinned.

You felt the pit return to your stomach as the realization dawned on you; this was far from over. The initial annoyance you felt from Gyros confrontation immediately turned to gratitude, now you would have to initiate the revelation of the truth. How would you even begin? How could you break the news to Johnny, especially now, knowing he wouldn’t be the first to find out? A lingering thought in the back of your head had been craving letting him in for a while now… but once again, Gyro had to be there to ruin it. Should you tell Johnny about his confrontation? How he had to practically beg you to tell the kid? Or worse, would Gyro decide to tell him that little detail? Would he hold this secret over your friendship with the American, as if to say ‘how much of a friend can she really be if I'm the only reason you know this?’

“You don't need to figure out how to do it today,” the man across from you said after studying your face. How he managed to be so accurate with your internal dialogue, you had no idea. Had he already become so familiar with your expressions that the guesswork was eliminated completely? Surely not, he’d only seen your face in its entirety for the better part of an hour. Maybe you really were just an open book with your heart on your sleeve. Then again, maybe the situation was simply that predictable. Perhaps you were reading too far into the implications of things.

09”v (a/n: cat decided he wanted to contribute to the fic, maybe he knows something we don't. not deleting.)

“I know,” you replied, “just can’t even begin to think about…” you let your voice trail off as the room began to feel heavy, but maybe the alcohol was at fault for that sensation.

“Would you like me to do it for you?” He suggested after a moment. Though this was the furthest thing you wanted from him, you picked up on the genuine nature of its proposition. He wasn’t snarky about it, it seemed as if he truly were offering to take some of the weight of your shoulders.

But you knew this was your burden to bear.

That’s why you didn’t hesitate to shake your head, “He deserves to hear it from me.”

Gyro nodded, satisfied with your answer. “He does.” He replied shortly, and you swallowed your pride at his tone. Thankfully, he decided to return the flask to your hands as soon as the feeling settled.

You didn’t know what else to say to him, silence hanging over the room once again as you drank until you could feel your stomach ignite. The Italian relit the half burnt cigar, though it had been sitting long enough to make you question his standards—you would have given him another had he just asked.

The quiet became comforting after its initial introduction, the two of you simply let the conversation settle as you fiddled with your travel bag, sorting through your trail resources. After a few turns of swapping vices back and forth, it had begun to feel as though the evening reached its natural conclusion. Gyro even seemed to be getting ready to check out entirely, based on the way he usually acted before falling victim to slumber.

That's when you remembered something else about the man.

“Gyro?” You asked, breaking the longest stretch of silence of the night.

He hummed, looking up as if you broke him from deep thought.

You smiled softly, smugly, even. “I recall you saying something about quid pro quo?”

He returned the grin in an instant, “Well that depends.”

You swished the flask in your hand once again, nearly empty. “On what?”

“Do you think you’ve given me a secret of equal value?” The teasing look was back on his face, one that knew he was pushing the line… as if you hadn’t just admitted to pedicide allegations.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” You laughed, taking one final sip. “Rest is yours.”

“Oh come on,” he pleaded one last time as he passed your cigar back in exchange, “let's make it a name for a name?”

“You aren’t on the run, last I checked,” you said almost patronizingly, “your name doesn't have the same power as mine.”

He finished what remained of the liquor, setting the container down aggressively on the table without slamming it. “You’re a fool if you think there’s no power in my name.” He said smoothly. “Besides, it's about the principal.”

The swiftness in his response combined with the implication of the words sent a shiver down your spine, but you threw the feeling under the rug as soon as you felt it start. It was enough to get you to drop it, however.

“Then I guess that concludes a secret for a secret.” You shrugged, satisfied with the sense of anonymity you still maintained, despite the alcohol inside you.

He cocked his head, “Unless you’d be open to sharing something else, it would seem so.”

“There’s not enough liquid in the flask to tempt me that far, Gyro.” You teased, brushing your hair away from your face.

The silence was back, awkward as always, and you noticed a new—more skittish—personality start to emerge from Gyro as he looked around the room.

“I’m um,” he started, clearing his throat, “I think I’m gonna tell Johnny we got into a fight.”

The intoxication wasn’t helping, you looked at him with confusion for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

“So uh,” he gestured vaguely around the room, towards the single bed you sat on, “you know.”

What? He didn't have the balls to say ‘so you don't have to share a room with me?’ Surprising.

“Thank you,” you said regardless, grateful that you wouldn’t be forced into his proximity after everything. It was an unspoken understanding, you unfortunately realized. You both were proceeding knowing this would be too intimate, especially now.

He stood up, and you followed as a form of courtesy. The least you could do was walk him out, it beat awkwardly laying in the bed as he made his departure, after all.

Gyro had one foot out of the door when you called his name once again, grabbing his attention back towards the cozy room as you closed the distance, metal cooling your fingertips.

“Don’t forget this,” you said, passing him the flask he’d almost left behind. Bag in hand, he let the door close as he moved back into the space, grumbling his thanks and setting his belongings down to put the item away.

As he stood in front of you, carefully arranging the possessions in the pack, you had an intrusive thought. More dangerous than that though, it was one with enough leeway to make it seem like a smart thing to say out loud. “My name,” you started, causing his head to snap up. “I might not be ready to tell you that yet. However-” you let the last word stretch for emphasis as he leaned against the doorframe, intrigued.

His head tilted forward, listening for more. “The month the crime took place… it was August.” You admitted, indulging him in one final detail.

The look of amusement on his face did not go unnoticed as he pieced the information together. “I bet you think you’re clever for that.” He laughed, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“Insulant ass namesake,” He continued, allowing himself to chuckle again, “And I suppose you’re expecting mine in return for that sliver of knowledge?”

“Oh, I'm not interested in your name.” You said immediately, a smug smile returning as you mirrored his body language, leaning on the canopy style bedpost just a few feet in front of him.

At first he just sat there, face showing that he hadn’t picked up on the meaning of your words. Then, piece by piece, you watched as the realization dawned on him, and the smile instantly dropped to an expression of complete apathy.

Another sigh. A look of pure defeat. Two or three audible groans of annoyance.

A heavy ‘thud’ reverberated in the air as his knapsack landed on the table, and Gyro wasted no time rustling through it once again. “She doesn't have a name,” he started.

“She?” You teased, interjecting.

“Shut it.” He grumbled, cutting off his train of thought. His hands dug through his belongings, taking the occasional item out of the bag as he finished the sentence. “I’ll prove I wasn’t lying about it, though. If that’ll satisfy your insatiable greed.”

You scoffed, “Insatiable? Huh? Four syllabus, thats a big word for you.”

He said nothing.

“I'll take it.” You finished.

“You tell no one.” He continued insistently, voice more tight than you’d expected.

When you neglected to acknowledge him, his arm halted in the bag as he locked eyes with you, “I'm gonna need verbal confirmation on that one, stronza*.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” you promised dryly, ‘locking your lips’ in the same way he had earlier.

He huffed again, defeated, as he pulled the small bundle of fur out of his bag. He looked away from you as he tossed the object in your general direction.

The smile that found itself on your face was overwhelming. “You didn't mention she was pink!” You exclaimed, enjoying the embarrassment you had complete control over as you examined the teddy bear resting in your hands.

“You didn't mention a lot of things,” he snapped before stopping, “Sorry.”

You just snorted, handing the bear back to him after a few moments of looking it over and giggling uncontrollably. It was old, you’d realized, the stitching showing significant signs of wear. As you turned it over in your hands, you’d felt something come to the forefront of your mind: This was an incredibly personal part of Gyro, despite how much he might be acting otherwise. After all, he wouldn’t have lugged it this far if that weren't the case. Despite how nonchalantly he had thrown it, despite how embarrassed of its existence he was, this was something close to Gyro Zeppeli’s heart. And he had let you hold it in your hands, even if just for a second.

He snapped you out of the thought, picking his back back up and slinging it over his shoulder. “You feel better?” He asked, hand on the doorknob.

You nodded, “Worse, in a lot of ways, but yeah, I do.”

“Figured I could at least ease your nerves about the pseudonym,” He said, turning on his heels to exit before looking over his shoulder and adding, “Goodnight, not August.”

You grinned as he began to close the door, ready to pass out. “Goodnight, not Gyro.”

The door announced his departure with a heavy ‘click,’ and your eyes were closed as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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*google translate turns stranza into ‘bitch’ (cagna) even though stranza is just the feminine form of ‘asshole’ (stronzo) and I just needed to address that asshole is the correct translation here. bbg gyro would never call you the b word in this scenario, homie might be a misogynist but he IS a gentleman first. As always, I do NOT know Italian, monolinguistic spoiled American here.

!! Idk if anyone would be interested in a tag list for my fics but im not opposed to it, even if its just one person lol. just comment or dm me!

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AN: That's the end of the first thematic part of this story, I guess! I’ve got a few thoughts for moving things forward, esp some johnny and diego self indulgence, so I don't have any plans on stopping just yet. Any ideas/comments/critiques are more than welcome!!

Didn't expect the last part to get as many likes as it did (kept up with my end of the bargain though, woof) so uhhh hey if you’re rocking with this one, thanks! Was fully prepared just to let this be an echo chamber fic.

also, I haven’t forgotten bbg bucciarati, working on continuing the goodfellas fic tonight, if you happen to have read that one

also also, go take this tumblr poll for me please, I’m trying to decide which nail set to get and i’m indecisive as hell. Plus, if you’re reading a jojos x reader all the way to the bottom of the authors notes, you definitely have enough insight for me to trust your opinion <3

also also also, I love learning random etymology when writing. I literally just wrote the ‘red tape’ expression out of habit, questioning if the phrase had even taken off by 1890, only to find out that it's been around since old Spain! So yeah, it makes perfect sense to be used in this way, I loved getting to write around that discovery!