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admrlthundrbolt · 10 months ago

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Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

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Born into the curse of a Werewolf. Santana had always preferred his more beastial form. So imagine his surprise when a Park Ranger makes his human side so desperate.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. This is another installment of my Piller Men stories. This one really ran away with me. I didn't expect it to be as long or for a whole background lore to spawn. Yet here we are, with a Park Ranger and a Werewolf falling in love. Any who I hope you enjoy.

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His entire life had been simple; sleep, hunt, survive. He was a beast through and through. No matter what the legends said. At least that was before you came along.

The first night he caught your scent on the wind, it became ingrained in his memory. It was sweet, yet with a heady undertone. Itching at a part of his mind that he had never accessed before. Beast and man began their first battle for control within him. Not knowing what to do with himself, he sprinted home.

The cave was dry and in a more isolated section of the park. He had made sure to mark the perimeter, ensuring that the local predators knew what belonged to him.

For the first time in a long while, he slipped out of his canine form. Shifting into that of a man. He stumbled on his two legs, finding the motion unfamiliar. Though even this change couldn't remove the new scent from his nose.

So he spent his night, cold and alone curled up on the hard floor. Trying to wipe his head of the aroma that plagued him.

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You had settled into the housing quickly. Not having a large space to live in, helped with only needing to unpack a few things. But it didn't matter to you, the place you were living in wasn't the reason you took the position. No, it was the chance to study the wolf population. You had went to college for a degree in Wildlife Biology and Research. It was tedious and took a lot of hard work, but it was your dream. Every since you were a child, wildlife had always fascinated you.

Though there was something special about the wolf population of this particular park, that drew you to it. They would mostly stay to themselves rather than in the typical packs. When they did pair off, they rarely grouped beyond the immediate family. Almost as if they wouldn't stray beyond their own familial grouping. It was unlike any other behavioral patterns that had been witnessed.

Though the most perplexing thing had to be how little documentation had been conducted. You could only find bits and pieces of information. Even coming across forms with most of the information blacked out. It seemed as if there was a sizeable gap in the knowledge released from this park.

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Grabbing a few supplies from the office, you prepared for your first day in the field. Only to bump your head on a cabinet as one of your coworkers enter the room.

Joseph barged in with a loud morning and went straight for the coffee maker. Rubbing the tender spot, you greeted him. He was a nice enough guy, but to loud for his own good. Though his soft spoken girlfriend, Suzie Q, was a great counterpart to his personality.

His mug full, he turned your way. “So, excited about your first day?”

A small smile graced your face as you nodded. “Yeah and about the same amount of nerves. But who doesn't feel that way when they start a new job.”

He nodded with a thoughtful look on his face. It was odd to see a serious expression on the goofball's face. “I get that.” Then leaning towards a locker, he pulled out a large walkie-talkie. “Make sure to keep this on you. The wolf population are unpredictable and it's never a good idea to underestimate them.”

The statement sent a foreboding chill down your spine. Why hadn't you thought to ask the other staff about their experience with the wildlife. Well that was just a task to file away for later. “Thanks, I'll see you later.” Heading out the door you passed Suzie Q. With a quick good morning, you left for your vehicle.

She waved you off, then rushed over to Joseph. He handed her the second cup of coffee he made and shook his head. “I can't believe they gave that woman a grant to work with those monsters.”

She sipped the warm drink and gave him a hollow smile. “Maybe they hand picked her for a reason.”

Staring at your vehicle as it became a dot on the horizon, he couldn't help but hang his head. “Unlikely.” Taking a deep swig of coffee, he tried to distract himself with the burn of the beverage.

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After a restless night, he shifted back into his beastial form. Taking off in a sprint, he hoped that a run would help clear his head. Not sure how long he would push himself. Only focusing on the burn of his muscles and the speed of his breath. Continuing his mindless run, he came across a stream and collapsed on its bank. Panting and relaxing until he felt the need for water. Though this luxury never came.

A vehicle pulled up nearby. He could hear the tires crunching over rock and fallen branch alike. Still huffing, he waited to see if it would pass. It stopped instead and he scrambled behind a close by rock formation. Wind picking up as the door swung shut. He was once again engulfed in a indescribably wonderful scent. This caused him to dart his eyes around. When his gaze fell on you, he was astonished at what he found.

You were a goddess sheathed in khaki clothing. As the uniform shifted around your full figure, he couldn't stop the imagery that followed. You rounder with his pups and welcoming him home. It was an image that made his heart race, more than even the run caused. Every part of you sang out to him like a siren's song.

But he knew now wasn't the time to approach you. No, he had to prepare the den. Then he would prove to you that he was a worthy mate.

For now he watched you carefully as you set up a box on a tree.

You were meticulous and precise as you hung it. Then opened it and fiddled with what looked like a camera of sorts. Finishing up, you clapped your hands together. A gesture he found most endearing. Heading back to the vehicle, you pulled out a map. Folding it back up, you drove off in a new direction.

Watching you leave, he glanced at the box. Then marked the tree under it and took off after you without a second thought. If he was to court you, he would need to know where to find you.

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As you placed the last trail cam up you sighed in relief. It had taken most of the day, but the cameras would be a boon to your research. It's not like you could be everywhere at once after all. Not to mention you had the odd sensation of being watched today. Although that could also be chalked up to being the trail cams. So you brushed it off and headed back to the Ranger housing, ready to rest.

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He had trailed you to your den. It was a small home, but it wouldn't matter soon. You would spend little time there once you became his bonded mate.

Nosing around the area, he was relieved to find that there wasn't an established scent. So he marked the site, paying special attention with your house.

Through with that, he decided that he would find a quick bite and settle down close by. It wouldn't do if his mate came to harm.

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The next day you woke up and set off to your usual morning routine. Only to pause on your way out the door. It reeked, the scent was an all to familiar one, wolf pee. Making your way to the common area. You couldn't help but wonder why the stench had cropped up overnight.

Still the oddity wouldn't stop you from checking the cameras you put up the day before. Settling down with a cup of coffee, you pulled up the app to search through the footage. All of it was pretty mundane, until you reached the video first video recorded after setting them up. It seemed the same wolf was marking the area under each cam, then sprinting off. It wasn't an unusual thing for wolves to mark unfamiliar things. But it seemed that he had followed you and repeated the action under every single camera. Just as the thought of him being the culprit behind the smell around the housing popped in your head, Joseph entered the room.

He gave a cheerful greeting and headed for the coffee maker. Turning to you he noticed a video feed on your screen. One with a familiar wolf. “Watcha got there.” Trying to keep his tone casual, he was desperate to know why Santana was there. You had only been here a day and already had one of their interest.

“Oh, footage from the trail cams I set up yesterday. You know, it's pretty bizarre. This one wolf seems to find everyone and mark underneath it. Almost like he was taking in an unfamiliar scent and marking it. At least that's my theory.” Taking a sip from your coffee you looked at him a bit wide eyed. “If that’s the case then he must also be the reason for the smell outside the housing."

He gave you a confused look. “Smell?”

Nodding you said. “Yeah, it was so pungent I had to rush over here to get a fresh breath of air.”

Gazing out the window, he narrowed his eyes. “Is that so, I'll check it out before I make my rounds.”

You waved him off. “Don't bother, it's probably my new scent disrupting the ecosystem. Maybe my pheromones are throwing off some of the local wolves.”

“Well I'd rather be safe than sorry.” He patted your back and smiled. “Can't let anything happen to our new teammate.”

“Oh. Thank you." You ran your fingers through your hair. “It's nice to have a team that has my back.”

“Sure thing. Let Suzie Q know that I had to make a quick errand. I should be back before lunch.” Then he headed out the door to pay a certain elder wolf a visit.

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You had stayed at the housing area that day. So when night came, he went to his den. It needed preparing for your arrival.

When he approached the entrance, he paused. A familiar, but not entirely unwelcome scent was there. His care giver Kars was an infrequent guest. But he had a strong kinship with the other wolf. He had saved him as a mere pup and taught him all he knows. Still why would he be waiting at his den. Stepping forward he hoped to find the answer to this question.

Kars gave him no time for speaking first. “Ah, Santana, how have you been?” As he gazed at the younger wolf, his eyes bored into him. “Because I received a little visit today. From Joseph of all people. Asking me about you and your recent actions. I hope I don't have to remind you of how tedious it is to deal with humans and maintain our alliance with them. Now with that being said. I would like to know why you are stalking the new ranger.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. He had a respect for the elder, but you are his mate. Though as he thought for a moment, they wouldn't be having this conversation if it wasn't to keep you safe. Puffing his chest up a bit, he said. “She is my mate.”

He hung his head at the confession. “That makes things awfully more complicated. For the sake of the treaty stay away from her until I return.” This caused the younger lycan to bristle. “I understand this may be hard, though it is your choice to make. Leave her side for a short while or be force to vacate the park. Never to be with her again.”

Lowering his hackles he gave a solemn nod and retreated futher into his den. He could at least take this time to tidy up. It would be a suitable distraction for the time being.

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Joseph paced in front of his truck and shook his head. This couldn't be happening. He wasn't sure what was worse. Santana hunting you or wanting to mate with you. At least this way your death wasn't guaranteed. Still what was he supposed to tell his superiors. “This isn't good. Do you know how many violations this could cause."

Kars rolled his eyes at the other man. “You act as if you humans are the only one with rules.” He scoffs and continues. “You should know that the title Elder was not an easy one to come by.”

He stepped forward, facing the purple haired man. “I get that and I'm thankful that you're willing to talk with me about this. But that doesn't make the situation any less complicated.”

“That you are right about. Once they meet, there will be no way to keep them from each other. True mates are bonded for life, ceremony or not.” He crossed his arms at the statement. To think that a pup he raised would be destined to a human. It was uncommon, but not as abnormal as having no mate. He honestly hoped this could help tame Santana. His unruliness had gotten him into trouble more times than he liked to recall. Maybe the soft touch of a human would calm him.

Running a hand over his face, he sighed. “OK, new plan. We keep them apart until I get word from my superiors. It should be simple enough. We'll just keep them both occupied and wait for an answer. I'll make sure to keep you in the loop.”

Nodding he watched the man climb into his vehicle. “Yes, you do that.” Knowing that this would be a most difficult task. But he knew it would be for the sake of one of his pups. So it was a challenge he was willing to take.

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The storm shook your vehicle as you sped to the last piece of equipment. It was annoying to pick them up after of a few short weeks of them being out. But you knew you would get chewed out if the equipment got torn away in the storm. It would be just one more thing for your superiors to pressure you about. It seemed like they had breathing down your neck lately.

You pulled up near the camera, only able to go so far due to it precarious location. At the moment of setting it up over the gorge, you thought it was a stroke of genius. The footage of the wildlife that could live in the river at the base of the valley was to good to pass up. Now as you attempt to loosen it from the tree, leaning over the dizzying drop. You couldn't help but curse your earlier ambitious. Rain pelting against you and wind seeming to pick up in speed by the second. You questioned if this last camera was worth the stress. This thought was followed by a rumble and your perspective shifting downward.

He knew he was supposed to be avoiding you. But this storm had made his hair raise and nerves jumpy. He only needed to see you, hopefully through the window of your home. Curled up, warm and cozy, reading something in bed. It was his favorite position to see you in, content and comfortable.

On his way over, he stopped at a familiar sound. Your voice was at the gorge and you were calling out for help. It only took him a moment, muscles burning at the exertion to get to you as quickly as possible. Not seeing you standong near your vehicle, he understood in an instant the danger you were in. Looking over the edge, he saw something that made his heart stop. You were hanging on by a few mud covered roots jutting out from the side of the gorge.

Without a second thought he shifted, knowing that hands would be more useful than paws. He scooped you up and brought you against him. Checking you over for injuries, he breath a sigh of relief when he found only a few scraps.

You looked up at your savior, only to pause. He somehow made your heart race faster than the near death experience you just endured. You felt drawn to him, like the booming thunder that followed the lighting around you. Your sudden emotions moved you more than the raging storm that engulfed the both of you. He held you close yet delicately, it was an intoxicating feeling.

After a moment of you admiring each other, you came to your senses. “Let's get to my vehicle.” You guided him to the truck and you each made your way inside. Panting you took a bit to gather yourself. What was that, you had never felt emotions at such an intensity. Taking deep breath, you turned to your savior.

Only to gasp as you noticed his lack of clothes. “Oh, uh.” You looked away and then did another quick glance. As impressive as his physic was, you weren't sure what was going on. “Why, uh, where are your clothes?”

He never took his eyes off you. “I do not have any.”

An odd answer to an equally odd question. Then a thought passed through your mind. The storm must have swept them away. It wouldn't be the first time that a visitor lost something at the park. “OK then. What is my savior's name?”

“I am called Santana.”

Starting up the vehicle, you tried to keep your thoughts on a purer path. “Well, my friend Joseph is about your size. I'm sure he would be willing to lend some to you.” With that settled you drove towards the housing area.

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“Absolutely not.” So maybe he wasn't willing to help your savior.

Shaking your head at his negative reaction, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Joseph come on. He saved me and has nothing to wear. You can't lend him anything?”

“No, you don't understand, he not what you think he is.” Pointing over at him accusingly. “That guy is a monster.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “So monsters go around saving people from falling to death. Whatever, let's get out of here.” You then grabbed his hand and led him to your home. Voicing your irritation of Joseph attitude the whole way. “I mean how could he be such a jerk to the guy who saved me.” You went on rambling as you sifted through your clothes. Pulling out your baggiest options, something usually reserve for your period, you held them out. “This is all I have that might work. I'm sorry my coworker couldn't be more helpful.” You faced away from him, giving him a bit of privacy. Though that didn't keep his nude image from your mind.

He was elated, as he slid the clothes on, he inhaled. Your scent surrounded and pressed against him. It was pure ecstasy. Glancing around the room, he tried to commit everything to memory. The few knick knacks and trinkets scattered around. The interesting array of books that were strewn about. Even the random sock that was abandoned half under your bed. It all screamed you and he wanted to take in every bit of it.

Then his eyes landed on you. Back turned to him, the rain water made your uniform cling to your body in a delicious manner. He yearned to reach out and hold you, just as he remember on the cliffside. To have your bodies meld together once more. That would truly be his own heaven.

Thinking you had given him plenty of time, and want to not be alone with your thoughts any longer. You turned back towards him. Only to be taken aback at what you saw. His eyes were dark and lustful.

In that moment your body reacted. Like a moth to a flame or a wave crashing into the bow of a ship. You collided like magnets, unable to stay apart. Your bodies met followed by your lips. Melding together like puzzle pieces. The raw emotion that fueled the kiss was electrifying.

Then a throat was cleared. Tearing yourself from his mouth, you were shocked to see a similarly built purple haired man and Joseph. They stood in the doorway, the new man wearing a smirk on his face and only a loincloth on his body. Joseph had his mouth agape and some clothes in his hands.

“I hope we weren't interrupting anything.” The tone of his voice made it obvious that he knew just what he was intruding upon. He entered your small home and looked over at your savior. “Santana, it seems that fate has gifted you a wonderful mate. You should thank the Moon Goddess for such a blessing.”

He faced the man and laid an arm around your waist. “I have Elder Kars, many times over in fact.”

“Very good. Let us proceed to the common area. There is much to discuss.” He grabbed the still stunned Joseph's arm and dragged him to the large building nearby.

Santana offer his arm to you and politely led you as well.

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You sat there and tried to absorb all of the information that had been dumped in your lap. Not only were Werewolves real, but the government was covering up their existence. They were considered refugees and given ‘homes’ in National Parks. Which led to an official peace treaty between Werewolves and humans.

On top of that, you were the mate of a Werewolf from the park you were assigned to study wolf behavior. Part of you wanted to scream in frustration. But as you looked at Santana, you could only feel a warmth towards him. There was truly something supernatural about the way he made you feel. “Well, what do we do now?”

Without missing a beat he said. “We spend the rest of our lives together.”

The statement made your heart flutter. Still you had your reservation about it being that simple. Looking over at your superior and the Elder Werewolf, you furrowed your brow. “Is that allowed?”

Kars nodded. “It is not common, but there have been similar mated couples in the past. If it is what you wish, we will not stand between you.”

Looking back at you guessed your mate, you beamed. He looked at you with loved and devotion in his eyes. It was a sight you wanted to hold onto forever. But you grew nervous as your gaze turned to Joseph. “What about the government?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “There actually for it as well.”

This cause a weight to be lifted from your shoulders. If they were against it, you weren't sure how the situation could end up.

He held his hand up. “I wouldn't celebrate to soon. They want to see how a relationship between a human and Werewolf would be work. Make you a study case of sorts. You should think about what that would mean before you make a final decision.” With that the two men ushered you back to your home to discuss the situation in private. Joseph adding on that it shouldn't lead to anymore ‘funny business’. You swore that everyday you spent with him, that man treated you more like a younger sibling.

Sitting on your bed, you took his hands into your own. “I don't want them to act as if your something to experiment on. You should be allowed to have your life not be examined.”

He brought a hand to your face and gently cupped your cheek. You leaned into it instinctually. “I would endure anything to be by your side. Even if we have to run, by your side I will always be content.” Then your lips sealed together once more.

It may not be the best of circumstances. But every moment you spent together was a step closer to a life spent happily.

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #chubby reader #santana jojo #chubby reader x santana #joseph joestar #suzie q #kars jjba #alternate universe #werewolves #mates #true mates #tw stalking #rescue #pining

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despicablebisexual · 2 years ago

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$5 | Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Joseph really should have learned to listen to Suzie Q when she told him to knock...

warnings: afab reader, EXPLICIT SMUT mdni, betting, cursing, Joseph Joestar is a perv

set during battle tendency (part 2), all characters are 18+ years old

a/n: I've been on a Caesar fics binge lately, pls give my lover some attention

A wasted day.

That's all Joseph could think. He was wasting his one free day away.

Lisa Lisa decided to have mercy on the occupants of Air Supplena island and let everyone take the day off. She had business to attend to in Venice all day and wouldn't arrive back home until dinner time. When she left, Joseph begged Loggins and Messina to loosen the reins and leave the young adults alone. After some (shameful) begging on Joseph's part, the instructors gave in and left them alone. The only condition was to leave them to their all-day poker tournament in the library of the mansion. They told them if any funny business happened, they would not defend the young adults against Lisa Lisa.

"Alright! Now then lads, let's say we kick the day off by getting into the wine c-"

Joseph stopped mid-sentence when he noticed his two fellow Hamon users nowhere to be found.

"-cellar..."

That was about four hours ago. It's 1pm on the hottest day of the year in Venice, and Joseph had nothing to do. He had been trying to entertain himself with cards but could hardly focus since he was so bored.

"I know... I'll find Suzie Q! Then we can track down y/n and Caesar."

Joseph smirked to himself as he set off in search of the girl who had captured his heart. Besides her shyness, she was quite the jokester herself. He searched all throughout the mansion before finally spotting her in the laundry room.

"Suize Q!"

"Ah, Jojo! You scared me! Don't sneak up on me like that."

She playfully smacks his chest before turning back to folding the laundry in front of her. Joseph stands behind her and watches her.

"Jojo, if you came to watch me fold laundry, then the least you could do is offer to help me instead of staring."

Joseph snorts before he brushes the hair out of his face.

"I wasn't staring... I came to ask if you had seen y/n and Caesar! The two rats fled on me before I could even suggest what we do today."

"I believe I saw them in their swimsuits, heading for the pool earlier."

Suzie Q continues folding the laundry while Joseph stands behind her with a confused look.

"Swimming? Why would they go swimming without me?"

Suzie Q giggles at Joseph, not even bothering to turn around. When she turns around to place some folded towels on the shelf next to her, she sees Joseph's look of confusion.

"Oh my, Jojo! Do you really not know?"

"Know what," he says as he furrows his eyebrows.

"Why Caesar and y/n would go swimming without you, silly." Suzie Q laughs again but Joseph is steadily getting more impatient.

"What's the big idea?! Do they not like me or something?" He's starting to fume at this point.

Suzie Q sets down the laundry and laughs hard. "Jojo, you are so funny! It's not that they don't like you, it's that they like each other."

Joseph's jaw drops and Suzie Q laughs as hard as she possibly could at his reaction.

"What?!?!"

"How could you not notice that your two best friends are dating each other? Everyone in the house knows!"

"Everyone?!! Knows?!! Caesar and y/n... are dating?!!"

Joseph clutches the side of his face. Suzie Q's laughter has died down at this point and is instead replaced with shock.

"How did you find out?! Who told you?"

"Y/n and I spend a lot of time together when the three of you aren't training. Women talk, it's just what we do."

Joseph is baffled at this point.

"I don't believe you. I would bet $5 on it that you're wrong," he states plainly.

Suzie Q shakes her head as she chuckles.

"Follow me, Jojo."

Joseph Joestar might not be the smartest person in any given room, but there was no possible way that he could miss something like his two best friends dating. As him and Suzie Q trekked through the mansion, he began to think aloud.

"Caesar and y/n, really?? But she's so mature and strong and sensible, and he's not."

Suzie guides them through the kitchen and onto the back patio. She stops and turns to him. "Sometimes, love is found in the last person you expected." She smiles so hard at him, her eyes crinkle. Joseph blushes as they continue walking. Heading through the small flower garden, they reach the pool. Caesar and y/n are nowhere in sight.

"Hmm... I know I saw them in their swimsuits, y/n was wearing that beautiful green one that looks amazing on her!"

Suzie Q and Joseph looked around for a moment. That's when Joseph noticed two sets of wet footprints by the back door that had not dried yet due to being in the shade.

Joseph grabbed Suzie Q's arm. "There, Suzie! Let's follow the path they took."

Without even waiting for an answer, Joseph took off with Suzie in tow. He followed the water trail through the kitchen, into the hallway, up the stairs, through the corridors before finally landing in front of Caesar's room. He put his hand on the doorknob. He went to turn, but Suzie Q grabbed a hold of his wrist and stopped him.

"Jojo! We can't just barge in! They're a couple, what if they are..." Her cheeks flushed as she abandoned the thought.

"Nonsense, I walk into Caesarino's room all the time and he has yet to been in there with y/n. I'm telling you Suzie; they aren't a couple." And with that firm statement, he turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Upon entry, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Caesar's bed was made, the curtains were drawn open to let sunshine in, and all his items were in place. The only thing out of the ordinary was a towel that sat on the bed. When Joseph's picked it up, he could smell the chlorine on it still.

"See Suzie Q! Only one towel; Caesar's towel. If they were together, her towel would be in here with his."

Suzie Q shook her head. "I guess you are right, Jojo. Perhaps we're all mistaken, and they aren't together."

Unsatisfied with her defeat, Joseph grabs her hand. "I'll prove to you that I'm right, perhaps y/n is still in her room. I'm getting to the bottom of why they left without me now."

The duo exits the room and Joseph marches them down the hall to y/n's room. She had been placed on the other side of the large hall to afford her privacy from the two boys.

Again, Joseph doesn't knock and bursts into the room. "Oh y/n," he says in a sing-songy voice.

When they enter, they can hear the shower in y/n's ensuite bathroom running. The door is cracked open just enough to let the steam escape.

"Jojo, she's in the shower! Give her some privacy. Such a pervert!"

Joseph sighs and turns on his heel to exit the room with Suzie Q. The two are just at the door when they hear her.

A long, high-pitched moan comes from the bathroom. The duo turns to each other suddenly.

Another one. "Mm, more please, Caesar."

"Anything for you, cara mia."

This time it's Suzie Q's jaw that drops. Joseph slowly turns to face the shower. He takes a few steps forward. Silently, he gets Suzie Q's attention and points to the green swimsuit on the floor right by the door, accompanied by blue swim trunks. The moans coming from the bathroom are getting louder, and the sound of skin hitting skin becomes apparent. Joseph takes a hand and eases open the door by a few centimeters. Suzie Q is silently shaking her head and trying to stop him, but he can't help but take a look in.

The scene inside is pornographic. Caesar stands inside y/n's shower (that has clear doors) with her in his arms, pressed against the wall. The couple are facing one another, too absorbed into the moment to realize that the door had crept opened several inches. He's rutting in and out of her at lightning quick speed. Y/n's arms and legs are wrapped around him, and she bounces along with his thrusts, moaning obscenely. Caesar is whispering sweet nothings to her while she babbles on about how good his cock feels inside of her, and how she's coming close to the edge.

"Caesar, I'm so close. Please don't stop."

Caesar groans at her words, trying to adjust her up higher. He handles her a little too roughly, and almost slips. The couple both yelp and Joseph takes this moment to flee from the scene.

He grabs Suzie Q and they run out of y/n's room, flying through the mansion until they are back in the kitchen, as far as possible from the couple.

Panting and out of breath, Jojo sits at the table and holds his head in his hands. He processes the moment he just saw between his two best friends, before looking up when Suzie Q taps his shoulder.

She's out of breath also but has a smile on her face and her palm before him, waiting. He cocks his eyebrow at her in confusion.

"$5, please."

Several days later. Joseph and Caesar walk into the kitchen to see Suzie Q conversing with a heated y/n.

"What's going on," Joseph asks nonchalantly.

"Joseph Joestar, you are a dead man!"

Y/n chases after Joseph, who has no idea what he has done to incur her wrath, throughout the mansion. Caesar and Suzie Q just watch the two.

"He finally caught us, didn't he?"

Suzie Q giggles, "yes, I'm sorry, I tried to stop him."

"Dio santo... She's going to kill him."

#caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli x you #caesar zeppeli smut #joseph joestar x suzie q #joseph joestar is a perv #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos part 2 #battle tendency #caesar deserved better #love him sm

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mxnaluv · 2 years ago

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If you're still accepting alphabet requests, may I get b,f,g,i,m,y for Joseph Joestar (part two)

YES!

Joseph Joestar NSFW Alphabet

MDNI!!! 18+

Warnings: Sexual Themes

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) :

His favorite body part is your ass. He is the biggest ass man you've ever seen and loves your butt no matter what size it is he loves them all <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is doggy. AGAIN he loves seeing how good you look with your ass in the air for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be very goofy during the moment and makes a lot of jokes, BUT there are times when he gets serious.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Joseph is a lot more romantic than you would think. He would often tell you many sweet things during your intimate moments and loves to make you feel loved.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on the most whenever you give him lots of attention (hugging him, being clingy, making jokes with him, etc. He loves it!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is REALLY high. This man can't take his hands off you so quickies are a lot more often with the both of you.

#joseph joestar #joseph jojo #joseph joestar x reader #suzi q joestar #jojo joestar #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part 2 #battle tendency #jjba au #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jjba imagines

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nanivinsmoke · 2 years ago

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this is oneshot here will be different in the jojo world. Jonathan & Dio are alive thanks to hamon and vampire blood. nobody dies, dio’s not evil and jolyne, giorno and josuke are all around the same age in this. you are josuke’s mother in this <3

A Jojo Christmas, one. | Jojo’s x AFAB!Reader

You held onto the small boy’s hand as the two of you walked up the gravel path that led to the huge manor. in your other hand, you held onto the red wrapped present you and Josuke wrapped together. ‘Nervous?’ You asked looking down at the small boy, who nodded his head and never let your hand leave his. ‘Me too’ You admitted, looking at the blue door in front of you both, waiting to be let into the mansion.

It been years since you last seen Josuke’s father, Joseph. The two of you met in a bar in a popular town in Japan, you had just graduated from college and wanted to celebrate with a few of your classmates. As the party began to slowly end and your friends began to leave one by one, you couldn’t help but notice the older man sitting at the far end of the bar. You didn’t want him to be alone, so you decided to introduce yourself.

‘Birthday?’ He asked, sipping his cognac once you sat down next to him.

‘College graduation’ You replied and he nodded his head, finally placing his eyes on you. You took the opportunity to take in his features, the gray color that started to spread on his brown hair like wildfire, the nicely trimmed beard that sat on his face, and the hand that had no wedding ring on it. ‘Can I buy you a drink?’

‘Sure. I’ll have a wet martini, with a splash of pineapple juice. Swirl it to the left once and swirl it to the right three times. Hold the olive and give me a pineapple slice instead. Thank you’ You told the bartender, making Joseph widened his eyes. ‘What?’ You asked him, wondering why he was looking at you like that. ‘Nothing, I just never heard anyone order a drink like that’

One could say he was hooked onto you from there on, but you were hooked the moment you laid eyes on him. After that night at the bar, the two of you would hangout more; the budding friendship soon turned into romance. And on a rainy, warm evening; the two of you finally made love and that’s how josuke came into the world. You were excited to tell him about the pregnancy, but what he told you that day made you rethink everything. He was married and he had a daughter and a grandson, and that he would be flying back to America the following afternoon.

You didn’t try to stop him, he had a real family after all. Before he left for his flight, you told him the news. ‘I’m pregnant….goodbye Joseph’ And with a kiss on his cheek, you never saw him again after that. But, today would make the first time in years where you would be faced to face with him. You and your son were invited to the Joestar’s Annual Christmas Party by the speedwagon foundation and a Mr Jonathan Joestar. You had received a call a week ago inviting the two of you, they paid for your flight, hotel room, and the clothes you were going to wear for the event. Initially you were hesitant on going, but then you realized this would be the perfect moment for Josuke to meet the the rest of his family for the first time. So, here the two of you were; in the house of the richest bloodline to exist.

‘May i take your coats and the gift?’ The male asked and you nodded, handing him the present and your outerwear; revealing the outfits you both picked out for this occasion. You were wearing a red long sleeved dress, that hugged your figure beautifully. Josuke was wearing a deep navy blue suit that he picked out to wear; with a red tie to match you dress. ‘Care for a drink?’ Another servant asked, popping out of god knows where. ‘I’ll have a wet—‘

‘A wet martini, with a splash of pineapple juice. Swirled to the left once and swirled to the right three times. No olive and one pineapple’ The servant finished your sentence, handing the already made beverage for you. There was only one person who knew the way you liked your drink made, other than yourself. Did he remember that all this time? ‘And he’ll have—‘

‘Freshly squeezed orange juice mixed with Japanese sprite’ Josuke smiled brightly, letting go of your hand to reach for his favorite drink. ‘Thank you!’ He spoke, giving the male a toothy grin. You smiled at your son, before following after the butler who showed you the way to the living room where the other guests were. Now, you were starting to get even more nervous. When the two of you entered the room, all eyes were on you. ‘Was it a mistake coming here?’ You thought, looking at the eyes that were locked onto you both, before you caught a familiar set of blue one’s. Jotaro.

You had met Jotaro on a random day when Josuke was going on five years old. He knew about you because Joseph told him on a drunken night. He took the information that he knew to find you and his uncle. He was surprised to see how young his uncle was, but he still wanted to get to know him and you. He had spent a whole summer with you both, before he headed back to the states. You waved at him, before walking over to him and the little girl who hid behind his legs, with Josuke still right by your side. Giving him a hug, you reconnected for a bit before turning your attention to your son. ‘Josuke, say hello’

‘Hi…jojo….’ He called him by his nickname, before consuming the orange drink he received earlier. You giggled, then remembered the small child hiding behind her father’s legs. ‘Hi Jolyne’ You called out to the small girl, whom peeped her head out from behind her father’s legs. ‘Hi…’ She spoke, it was clear that she was shy and you thought it was adorable. She and Josuke has that in common. Jotaro pulled her from behind his legs, gently, and patted the top of her head; encouraging her to step out of her shell. ‘I like your pretty butterfly earrings’ You complimented, making her smile and blush. ‘Thank you! I like your dress! It’s so pretty!’ You beamed with excitement and thanked the small child, before remembering about your own small child.

‘Oh! Jolyne, this is Josuke! Josuke, say hello to your Great Niece!’ You patted your son’s back, also trying to break him out of his comfort zone. ‘Hi…do you like video games?’ He asked and Jolyne perked up and nodded her head. ‘My great grandpa has a bunch that I play! Want to see?’ Josuke’s purple eyes widened and he looked at you. ‘Can I?’ You looked over at Jotaro and he nodded, and reached out to grab both of the children’s hands. ‘I’ll watch over them. Go mingle, get to know this crazy family. You’ll be seeing them for a while’

You were now left with the wandering eyes, you could feel them sticking to your skin. You wanted to hide and find Josuke, but a friendly, cheering voice called your name.

‘Y/N! It’s so finally nice to meet you! I’m Jonathan Joestar!’ The tall buff male entered your vicinity with his who you find out was his wife, on his arm. The Joestar genes were strong, the man was beautiful. He gave you a hug and so did Erina. You’d never thought they’d be so welcoming and nice to you, being that you were their grandson’s mistress. ‘Thank you for inviting us! Your house is beautiful’ You complimented, earning a huge smile from Erina. She was the one who helped picked out the decor.

‘Where’s little Josuke? I would love to meet him?’ Jonathan asked, looking around to find your son. ‘Oh, he’s with Jotaro. Would you like to—‘

‘Excuse me, granddad and granny Erina, can I steal her away for a second?’ His voice flowed through your ears with ease, making your heart beat a little faster than before. It’s been six years since you heard his voice, let alone see him. The older couple looked at you, before you nodded you head with approval; letting him occupy your time. ‘Hello Joseph. It’s been a while’

He moved from behind you, letting you get a good look at how the years have done to him. His hair was no longer brown, and the salt and pepper hair that peeped through had took over. From the top of his head, down to his neatly trimmed beard; he was now grey. It was sexy. His old age looks good on him, you admitted to yourself.

‘You look good old man’ You complimented and he chuckled in response, before he reached out to hold your hand; which you let him do. ‘You look beautiful, even more beautiful then you were that day when we met’ He took at good look at your figure in the dress you were wearing, his eyes going over every curve that was outlined. ‘Thank you, Joseph’ You redirected his wandering eyes up to yours, flashing a smile at him. There was an awakard silence between you two before you decided to break it.

‘ I heard about the divorce. I’m sorry, I also played a part in it’

‘You don’t have to apologize for anything, doll. You didn’t know. I should be apologizing for leaving you alone. Raising our kid alone….’

‘you don’t have to apologize to me. You were married, you had a wife and a daughter. And although I was alone for sometime, Josuke had the best nephew/father figure in his life helping me raise him’ You said right in queue as Jotaro and the children came back to your side. Josuke ran up to the side of your leg, estancia about what Jolyne and his other cousin, Giorno, showed him.

‘Mommy! Grandpa has a lot of games! Like super mario and Pokémon! I love it here!’ He was practically jumping for joy, it made your heart swell. You leaned down to his height and kissed his cheek, before smoothing his hair down. ‘Josuke, there’s someone I want you to meet. This is your father’ His purple eyes landed onto his father’s tall frame, taking a look at the unknown man, before he decided to hide behind you. ‘Hello…dad.’

Part two coming soon

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kittenmey-rin · 9 months ago

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asasbarbieworld · 2 years ago

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PART II - BATTLE TENDENCY | MASTERLIST

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gingernut1314 · 6 months ago

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Call Me Baby

SDC x SDC!GN!Reader

Summary: The Stardust Crusaders need to know why you called them by their name.

Warnings: Takes place in JJBA part 3, Jotaro's kinda of goes past part 3 cause I wanted to lolol, established relationships, slight misuse of a Star Platinum??? (I say it's the only right way to use a stand buuuuuttt......), I'm pretending like Suzi Q was never in the picture (love you queen, but your husband is hot so you can travel with Lisa-Lisa) but yall are free to do as you do, the slightest mention of spice, Iggy is a PET/DOG only

Word Count: 760+, 680+, 560+, 700+ , 760+, 450+, Total: 3.9K

Song:

BABYDOLL Youtube | Spotify

A/N: because I JUST WANT TO CALL THEM MY BABY SORRY NOT SORRY

Taglist: @cinnbar-bun @lostfirefly

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Jotaro Kujo ��🐬

Jotaro will never admit it, but he loves that you call me baby/babe

At first, he grumbles and tells you to stop but the more you do it, the more it grows on him and the less he’ll complain

When the other Crusaders get on him for it, he’ll tell them to shut the hell up as he simply grabs your upper arm and drags you further along and away from them as they cackle like utter fools.

He’s been through all the teasing and continues to let you call him that silly-ass pet name even when he utterly dislikes it (Errrrrrr--fake. He lies to himself)

So when you call him by his name on a random Tuesday afternoon he doesn’t know what to make of it

What the hell were you doing calling him by his name?

He won't respond and continues to read his book in the living room of your shared home

You’ll call for him again, thinking he didn’t hear you the first time

but this time he’ll turn his sharp, green eyes up to look at you from underneath the visor of his hat

“Who the hell are you calling for?” He asks, letting his irritation get the best of him. You just blink because what is he talking about? It’s only the two of you here. Who else would you be calling for?

“Your name is Jotaro, isn’t it? I’m calling for you so get your ass up and come help me with this. I can’t reach--”

“No.” He simply says, returning his eyes to his book. You grit your teeth and stare daggers into him, trying to think of what the hell he was going on in his mind--what the hell he was playing at

“Jotaro.” No response. “This isn’t funny.” A flip of the page in his book.

You march over to him with a huff of annoyed air, the book he’s trained his eyes on snapped shut with a simple movement of your hand. You leaned down, placing a hand on the armrest next to him so that you could look upon the entirety of his flawless face under his hat.

“Remember what we’ve gone over together about telling each other our feelings because some of us would prefer to bottle it up and storm around all grumpy?” Those green eyes snapped up to look at you again.

“You’re starting to piss me off now.” You give him an all too bright smile, bringing your other hand up to pat his cheek in a way you knew would only piss him off further.

“Aww see, Jotaro. That’s not so hard.” You tease only for his hand to grab hold of your wrist faster than lighting, yanking you closer so that you see his displeasure up close and personal.

“You’ll stop calling me that right now.” You blink in utter confusion at his gritted-out words.

“Then what am I supposed to--” It clicked then what he’s so worked up about. Why he keeps insisting you not to use his name. It makes your heart flutter to think that he might actually like being called by that pet name. “Oh--oh you sweet thing.” You purr in teasingly, only making those eyes of his hardened further. His grip on your wrist tightened. “You just want me to call you my baby, right?”

Jotaro lets you go then, going for the closed book in his lap in his own unique way to end the conversation there. Oh, but you are fully invested. You weren’t going to just drop it as you might usually do. No. Not when he’s put on such a show for you.

“Baby,” You say, lowly, stopping the books to travel upward. You watched his shoulders relax at the pet name. Such a small release of tension you hadn’t even noticed added before. “Can you please grab the tupperware from the top cabinet for me? The one with the red lid? I need it down so I can pack some goodies for your mother when we go to visit her tonight.”

“Fine.” He said, going to stand from his seat, but you kept him caged in. You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed over your face as you looked over his features, which he always tried to keep oh so emotionless.

You leaned in, placing a quick peck to his feather-soft lips.

“Thank you, babe.” You said, moving away so that he could stand.

“Good grief.” He grumbled, sounding and looking all so annoyed, but he couldn’t control Star Platinum from popping an arm out to give your hand a quick squeeze.

Joseph Joestar 🏃‍♂️🛬

He’s calling you babe/baby

You’re calling him babe/baby

He hasn’t given you a choice in the matter and neither have you

It’s second nature

It’s his and yours second name

So when you call him by his first name, it can only mean one of three things

1) You’re in his arms moaning it for all to hear and making his already too-big ego even bigger

2) he’s dying/in danger and you're screaming at him to not be as such

Or 3) you’re completely and utterly furious with him and are about to murder him

But, as he’s joining the other Crusaders all gathered in the hallway of the hotel room they had picked out and hears his name growled out like it had come from the lips of some great bloodthirsty beast, he knows he’s about to get completely wiped from the face of the earth by your hand

“OH MY GOD!” Joseph shouts, heart coming to a full stop in his chest. “Hide me! Hide me now.” He all but begs to the group.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Polnareff teases as Joseph grabs for his arm.

“What the hell did you do now, old man?” Jotaro asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I don’t know!” Joseph just managed to get out before the door to your hotel room swung open with a bang. He gives a shout in fright as he pulls Polnareff in front of him in an attempt to hide himself.

“Joseph Joestar.” You fume, marching down the hall towards the group.

“Last name too. Huh.” Kakyoin observes from where he stood next to Jotaro.

“Get your ass over here. Right. Now.�� You hiss, shoving Polnareff out of your way. The Frenchman began to laugh hysterically, unable to keep it down any longer.

“What? You’re gonna have to speak up, my sweet honey bunch, sugar pie, love of my life. My hearing isn’t how it once was.” Joseph panicked, reaching for Avdol’s arm only for the fortuneteller to move out of the way.

“Forgive me, friend. This is your battle alone.”

“But--but--” A hand grabbing hold of his shirt froze him in his place. “B-baby…hey. Mornin’.” He said, slowly turning around to face your wrath. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today? No?” He gently unraveled your fingers from his shirt to hold it, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Just--look at you. You take my damn breath--”

“Joseph.” The man gave a sharp gulp at his name spoken in such a threatening way.

“Yes, sweetness?” He said, trying to soften your anger one last time with pet names and caresses against the skin of your hand.

“What is the one thing I have asked you to stop doing time and time again?” Joseph’s brown eyes flickered towards his grandson as he thought. Jotaro only pulled his hat further down his head to keep himself out of it.

“Uh--not to use your hairbrush?” You shook your head. “Not to…eat your snacks?” Yet another shake of your head.

“Nope. Want to take one more guess?”

“I--Do I want to?” Joseph said with a nervous laugh.

“Next you’ll say: Sorry, babe. I was in such a rush this morning I completely forgot to not use your hair products because my hair could never be as beautiful and luscious as yours.” You said all too sweetly in the face of such anger you had been presenting.

“Heh, heh…babe, you know that's my lin--OH NO!” Joseph shouted, as you yanked him down, knocked his hat off his head, and gave his hair a good ruffle to mess up all the work he had done using your products.

“Don’t do it again, Joestar.” You hissed, in his face, now sporting a too-cute pout. It made your anger bank the slightest. You could never resist that face, even when he drove you utterly crazy. “Find us a good breakfast place baby, and I’ll forgive you.” Joseph’s face instantly brightened and he placed a big, old smooch on your cheek.

“You’re in luck, baby because I know just the place.”

Muhammad Avdol 🔥🦅

He’s not going to be the biggest when it comes to calling you baby/babe

But please go ahead and call him baby/babe

He loves it

He loves it so much he finds himself doing more and more romantic things for you just to keep pulling the pet name from your lips

He’ll shower you in flowers and small gifts and forehead kisses and praises all to have you call him baby

When he’s feeling more goofy or happy, you’ll find him calling you baby/babe right back

So on the rare occasion you call him by name, he can’t help but feel disappointed

“Have I done something to upset you?” He’ll ask softly, brows furrowed as he focused his whole attention onto you.

“What? No. Why would I be upset with you?” You asked, turning to face him fully, your own concern etched onto your face. “I was just asking for you to pass me another napkin.”

“Oh.” Avdol mutters in a small voice you hardly ever heard him speak in. He hadn’t even heard your question, just the utter lack of the pet name. You watched him carefully as he grabbed a napkin from the small pile the waiter had brought the group. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” You said, taking the napkin from his warm fingers. He turned back to the food on his plate, taking his fork back into his hand but making no move to begin eating.

Had you done something to upset him?

You couldn’t think of a single thing that might have done that, but something was clearly wrong. You reached a hand out to brush your knuckles over his cheek, gaining the attention of those bright brown eyes of his. He leaned into your touch, giving you an all too pinched smile.

“What’s up?” You asked, moving you knuckles over his cheek once more.

“Nothing. Truly. How are you liking--” “Hey--stop. Tell me what I did, okay.” You watched him pause, eyes taking in yours before his hand came up to keep yours against his cheek.

“It’s silly.” He said and you could see the slight embarrassment rising in his features.

“I doubt it. You can tell me.” He gave you a lovely smile, squeezing your hand gently.

“You said my name. I told you, it’s very silly.” You knew what you’d done instantly.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry.” That smile of his only grew at the pet name. “I--you’re name is just so beautiful I just want to use it here and there.” You felt the skin of his cheek grow even warmer at your words.

“Geez--can you two get a room.” Polnareff huffed from where you sat beside Avdol, arms crossed and a deep pout on his lips.

“Jealous?” Avdol teased the Frenchmen with a rumbling chuckle. “I don’t have any doubt you’ll find someone to call baby soon.” You couldn’t help the smile that pulled to your lips at the flutter of happiness in your chest.

“Me? Jealous? Never.” Polnareff contiuned as you moved to take Avdol’s hand within your own. You brought it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss his skin. Those brilliantly bright eyes turned back to find you once more at the touch.

“I love you, baby.” You murmured against his skin.

“I love you too…baby.” He said a small smirk on his lips that had a small laugh pull at your throat.

Noriaki Kakyoin 🍒💚

He’s not used to the whole relationship thing

So don’t expect him to instantly be calling you baby/babe

He might not even say it all, feeling too--strange saying it

But go ahead a call him baby/babe

He likes it

No--no he loves it

He especially loves it when you call him baby/babe when excited

The spark in your eyes as you jump and giggle and call for him using that pet name to show him whatever had gotten you this excited is addicting to him

It's especially addicting when you take his hand in your excitement

So when you call for him using his name, he’s frozen in his spot looking towards Mr. Joestar, Polnareff, and Avdol for help

Because they might have more insight into the situation than he ever would hope to have

“Oooo--you’re in trouble now.” Polnareff teases, making Kakyoin’s anxiety spike in his chest as the Frenchmen elbows Advol playfully, though the fortune teller made no move to help or laugh.

“T-trouble? What did I do?” Kakyoin asked, racking his brain for anything he could have done to upset you.

“Beats us bud.” Mr. Joestar added, his own snickers adding to Kakyoin’s stress. “I’m sure you’ll find out.”

“But--I didn’t do--” You call his name again, cutting off Kakyoin’s frantic rush to figure out what might be wrong off. He snapped around to find you all but bouncing down the street towards the group, Joatro following behind in his typical unhurried state. Kakyoin tried to catch Jotaro’s eye, to try to keep figuring out why you might possibly be using his name, but his friend kept the visor of his hat down.

“Y-yes?” He asked as you came to a stop before him, a bright smile on your lips.

You didn’t seem upset. You looked all too happy to be upset…but maybe it was a trap of some sort? Maybe you were trying to get him to drop his guard so you could better shout your anger at him.

You paused in what you were about to say, brows furrowing as you took in his panicked and stressed state.

“Something wrong?” You asked, only making the snickering from Polnareff and Mr. Joestar harder. You took in this and then his state and felt anger begin to build in your chest.

Had they said something to him? If they had, oh were you more than ready to give them hell.

“Kakyoin, what happened?” He seemed to sink into himself, eyes winching as he scanned over your features, which were growing more and more pissed by the second.

“I-I don’t know. I think--did I do something wrong? Did I upset you?”

“Do something wrong? Why would you think you did something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm in comfort.

“I don’t know. You just said my name and I don’t know--” He gave a deep sigh, looking away from you as embarrassment began to creep into his eyes.

“Wait--You’re name? That’s why you think something’s wrong? Because I said your name?” Kakyoin glanced back at you, a small shrug on his shoulders.

“You only ever call me baby.” Your heart hurt a bit when he finally expressed what was truly bugging him.

“I’m--no I’m not upset at you. I like your name. I like calling you baby. I like both so I just--switched. I’m sorry sweetheart.” You said, rubbing his arm to try and soothe him. Kakyoin seemed to relax, a smile pulling at his thin lips.

“O-oh…I feel a bit silly now.” You pulled a bright smile to your lips as you shook your head.

“No. Baby, I don’t think so at all.” That stress continued to ease within Kakyoin and it only made you even happier. “Especially when you have those two idiots whispering in your ear no doubt.” You said, shooting them a daggered glare that had their snickers turned into their own panic.

“Come on, I found this little tea shop that’s selling a cherry tea you need to try. It’s to die for!” You said, moving your hand down his arm to interlock your fingers within his. Kakyoin was more than happy to take it and follow you.

Jean Pierre Polnareff 💔🗡️

Deep inhale…

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE CALL THIS MAN BABY

CALL HIM BABE

CALL HIM BABY GIRL

He needs you to call him every last pet name in the world and then some

And he’ll do it back

He’ll do it back SO MUCH LIKE

It’s in his DNA. He can’t help it. It needs to be said right alongside every other pet name and praise he can think up

He’s bursting at the seams every morning to wake up and whisper a “good morning, baby.” against your lips

And he’s just as excited to whisper a “good night, baby.” before you two drift asleep wrapped in each other's arms

He melts into a puddle every time you call him baby/babe

Like--just puddy in your hand

So when you say his name--not even his first name--he’s completely coming apart at the seams panicked.

“Mon coeur, what have I done to deserve such harsh treatment?” He cried, tears brimming in his gray eyes as he grabbed your hands up in his own. His lips peppered each with kisses, flipping them over so he could do the same thing to your palms and inner wrists. It was a flurry of kisses that had your slight annoyance ebbing in your chest even when you fought so hard to keep it.

“You didn’t take me with you to grab supplies.” You played up your anger with a humph, turning your face away from his utterly forlorned one.

“Forgive me, please. You were sleeping so peacefully. Like an angel. Mon Ange.” His kisses continued to travel up your arm. It made your skin tingle and your heart begin to beat rapidly in your chest.

“When have I ever cared about you waking me up, Polnareff?” You said his name only to pull a mournful cry from his lips. “What if something had happened to you? What if you had gotten hurt? Hum? What then? That would kill me.” Polnareff’s lips left your skin only so that he could pull you into his arms, trying his best to find your gaze but you continued to look away. To turn him into a near whiny mess as you crossed your arms, preventing him from pulling you flush against his chest.

You were serious about him going off on his own. He should never go off on his own while on this journey. Not when he had been attacked while all on his lonesome one too many times for your liking.

“Je suis désolé. Please forgive me.” You peeked a glance his way, keeping your features and eyes stern compared to his pleading, pouting face that nearly had you breaking down and forgetting about the whole thing.

“Promise me you’ll never do it again.” Polnareff nodded, pulling a hand away from you only so he could stick a pinky finger up.

“I pinky promise, mon amour.” You eyed his pinky, then his big old puppy eyes and gave a soft sigh. Your pinky found its way around his and he gave it a gentle squeeze, which you gave right back.

“I’m serious. I don’t know what I would do if you got--really hurt.” You said, feeling your heart twist painfully at the thought of your best friend and the love of your life getting more than hurt. Polnareff’s soft, needy features shifted suddenly into that of complete and utter seriousness as he leaned in closer to you.

“I will try my best to keep myself safe, but I will do everything in my power to keep you safe above all else.” You watched him for a long moment. Watched him and just felt your love for him grow with each passing second.

You gave in fully then, pulling your hand away from his so that you could gently cup his cheeks. You stood on your tippy toes to press a soft, tender kiss to those warm lips of his. Lips that had stars bursting behind your eyes and making you feel like you were standing on top of the world. He sighed into your kiss, holding you tighter against him and never once threatening to let go.

“Amour?” He questioned, keeping his forehead pressed to yours. You opened your eyes to find that soft, needy look had returned.

“Yes?”

“Please call me baby. I cannot take it any longer.” He begged, a deep blush crawling over his cheeks and neck. You chuckled, rubbing circles into his pink-dusted cheeks.

“Baby,” A bright smile pulled at his lips, his grip pulling you ever closer. “I love you.”

“Je t’amie.” He whispered before claiming your lips all over again.

Iggy 🐕💨

CALL THIS PUPPY A GOOD SWEET BABY BOY

Give him some coffee-flavored gum while you do and you’ve got yourself a loyal companion for life

Will only let you pick him up, pet him, and scratch his belly once you’ve gained his trust

He’ll grow so loyal he’ll start getting a bit possessive of you if any other the Crasuders make you upset or threaten to even touch you

Their hair

Gone

Their lungs

Invaded with the foul smell of a ripe fart

Call him a baby while he falls asleep in your lap

Just

Please call him a good, sweet baby

He’s ugly and a bit of a menace but he just needs someone to be gentle and sweet to him

“Whose the best baby boy in the world? Hum? Who is?” You ask as you pepper kiss upon kiss to his ugly little face. Iggy's little tail is waggling so much it's moving his whole body in his excitement. “The most handsome baby boy in the whole world.”

“The most handsome? Hardly.” Polnareff huffs from where he sits next to you on the ground, arms crossed and eyes staring daggers up at the dog. “Have you seen me? I’m a cute baby boy too.” He huffs, making Iggy pause in his excitement.

“Polnareff, you are fighting with a dog.” Polnareff growls.

“That is no mere dog. No. That’s a devil. A foul beast come straight from hell itself to torment my innocent soul.” Polnareff hisses making you roll your eyes.

“So mean to the itty bitty baby.” You said, voice turning back into that of a coo, placing another smooching kiss on Iggy’s stubby muzzle. Though, Iggy had now set his buggish blue eyes on Polnareff.

“What’s he looking at?” Polnareff asked, panic rising in his voice.

“What? This baby? He’s just looking at you. Probably wants a pet.” Polnareff’s eyes fly wide as he rushes to his feet, trying to create as much distance as he can between him and the dog.

“Keep the demon away from me and my hair. I just fixed it.” He all but whined as Iggy began to wiggle in your grip, a growl on his lips.

“He hardly did any damage. He’s just a good baby.” You said, loosening your grip on the short-haired dog.

“Hardly any damage!” Polnareff shouted, taking on a defensive stance. “He tore it out!” You huffed, patting Iggy’s round belly as he continued to pull himself from your grip.

“It wasn’t that--” Iggy shot from your arms and latched onto Polnareff’s face, becoming a storm of teeth and farts and growls that had you wincing in pity for the Frenchman, who shouted and screamed away. “…bad.”

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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Only You - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader (NSFW)

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Companion piece to Punishment & Silver & Gold

Follows on from the events of Weak

It’s quiet up here at the cabin and it’s exactly what Chibs needs as he lays in the large cosy bed with the flannel sheets, your warm form pressed against his naked body. His fingertips trail over the scars that line your back, each lash a reminder of your bravery, your strength, your resilience.

It’s been almost three months since the barn and they’re still no closer to tracking down Galen. The Butcher of Belfast has well and truly gone to ground. They’d received word from Connor that he’s back in Ireland, attending to True IRA business. There’s no way for Chibs to get his hands on the prick because the other Kings won’t let him have him. If he crosses back over to the US it becomes a different story.

The only solace is that you’ve been able to return to your own life. With Galen out of the country, you’re safe. You returned to work almost a month ago and have been indulging in your own courtroom battles. He’s forgotten how vicious you can be, how you use words to cut down your adversaries and tear apart their arguments. It’s like watching poetry in motion and Chibs is man enough to admit it does something for him to see you in your element.

One of the reasons he’s brought you up here for the weekend is because he thinks you need to take a breather, you’ve been hurtling head long into your cases, working all hours of the night in an attempt to catch up on the ones you let slide during your ‘sabbatical’. The other reason is perspective.

He didn’t set out with the intention of becoming President of the club, it was always assumed that Jax would take over when Clay eventually stepped down. However, it had all gone to hell when Clay had set the Persian on Tig’s girl, Suzie Q. It had ended with an unmarked grave on the outskirts of Charming.

After Clay’s untimely demise Jax hadn’t wanted to take up the mantle, in fact he didn’t even want to be V.P anymore. He wanted to step back into a member position so he could spend more time with his kids. Clay’s death had changed his view on the world. He saw how the power of the gavel could corrupt, how insidious it could be if you didn’t have the Club’s best interests.

Instead of making it his own he had nominated Chibs to take over the role with Bobby as his Vice President.

“There’s nobody here that loves the club as much as you do brother.” He had told Chibs when it was taken to table. “The two of you will do what’s best for everybody and that’s what we need right now. Strong leadership with the M.C at it’s heart.”

The vote had been unanimous.

It’s been over a week and he still isn’t sure how it sits with him.

Your nose trails up along the curve of his throat, distracting him from his thoughts, your lips following suit. He can not express how good it feels to be alone here with you, to carve out this tiny piece of heaven away from all the other shit in your lives.

Your teeth graze his earlobe, breath ghosting in his ear. It’s one of the things that takes him zero to sixty, you know that. He feels himself stirring, despite the fact he had you less than hour ago.

You and him…

It’s a craving he just can’t sate, no matter how hard he tries.

“You’re insatiable lass.” He murmurs as your hand begins to wander, fingertips trailing over the tattoos that mar his chest and then lower, over the scar where Jimmy O had driven the knife into abdomen and left him bleeding out in the street.

You laugh and he loves that sound, it’s airy and light and it loosens something deep down inside of him. Your palm grazes over his hardening cock, thumb skirting over the tip before you squeeze just right. He moans at the sensation, his head tipping back into the pillow.

“Fuck love.” He mutters as you begin to move in slow languid strokes.

“It looks like I’m not only the interested party.” You tease and he smiles because you really are ruinous.

You have no idea of the things you do to him, how he would spend his days doing anything just to make you happy. You never ask him for that and he knows you never would. It’s part of the reason he loves you.

“I can’t ever get enough of you.” He tells you as he rolls onto his side and cradles your face, his thumb chases over the blush of your cheek. “You’ll always find me wanting.”

He doesn’t know it but his words mean the world to you because deep down there’s this fear. One that you can never explain to the man you love. Sometimes you hear Galen’s voice in your ear, his breath a hoarse rasp when he tells you that Filip won’t want you when he’s done, that he won’t even be able to look at you.

When Filip kisses you, it feels like you’re drowning. Passion intermingles with the tenderness and before you know it, he has you on your back, moaning into his mouth as he presses deep. He loves you slowly, with languid thrusts that drag over that sweet spot again and again until stars combust through your synapses, igniting every single one of your nerve endings. You tug at his hair, and he comes apart with you, his eyes locked on yours at the pinnacle of release.

This is what he needs, he thinks as he dips his head and kisses you again. You and only you.

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y3ager · 1 year ago

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SHE OURS.

— hamon training has left joseph and caesar oh so high strung… you’ll be a good little helper and give them a hand while lisa lisa and suzie q are gone, won’t you?

joseph j. x black!fem!reader x caesar z.

tags: canonverse, smut, mmf threesome, oral sex (m receiving), double penetration, spitroasting. creampie. minors dni.

“CAESAR! JOSEPH! JUST a few more minutes and i’ll have lunch ready for you guys.” dusting flour off your apron, you smiled sheepishly. “had to run down to the market, we were out of butter! us! out of butter! crazy, huh?” you turned to the stovetop and carefully fished the gently coiled nests of freshly made pasta noodles from the pot of boiling water. “i decided to try my hand at that squid ink pasta you keep raving about, jojo, i really hope it’s to your liking.”

“…, you spoil me!” joseph grinned brightly. as exhausted as he acted while walking through the threshold to the kitchen, he suddenly had the energy to rush up to you and wrap his arms around you tight, pulling you flush against the front of his body. bending his head down, his smile turned impish as he got close to your ear. “keep it up, and i might have to make you my wife.”

“get off the lady, joseph. she’s cooking, and you reek like a pigsty,” caesar scrutinized as your face burned hot. you hoped you could conceal it with the heat wafting off from the stovetop. “hey, …, do you know where master and suzie q are?”

“they told me they had business to attend to in the city. good news is they’ll be gone for a while, so you two have time to eat and rest for a bit.” you squirmed in joseph’s grip. “jojo,” you whine. “i can’t make your plate if you don’t let go. it’s like you’re gonna crush me.”

joseph’s arms loosened, but it wasn’t the only thing that changed about him. at this newfound knowledge his eyes darkened, unbeknownst to you, of course. he glanced over at caesar. for once, mild annoyance didn’t immediately cross his face. his pretty features were instead being decorated with a small smirk. he knew what joseph was thinking just like joseph knew what he was thinking. gone, and for a while, huh?

“you know, you really do take good care of us, …, and i fear we don’t appreciate it enough.” finally, joseph released you from the cage that was his arms, backing up to give you enough space to plate the food. his interest in that, however, was quickly waning. he wanted something else. “i know we’re a handful. caesar more than i.” the italian scoffed.

“you two do plenty. i mean, what can you do? you’re always so busy. i’m just happy i can show i care by doing the most i can to help you.” now free, you had the space to plate the steaming food on perfectly white porcelain plates. next, you scrutinized the two bottles of wine you brought up from the cellar, suddenly unsure of which one you wanted to pair with this late lunch. joseph’s and caesar’s staring certainly didn’t help your indecisiveness. “but now you’re making me nervous staring at my back! it feels like you’re gonna glare holes through me.

“go, shoo-shoo!” you turned and attempted to usher the two men out of the expansive kitchen and towards the dining room of the manor, first nudging the brunet, who kindly entertained your admittedly weak shoving by pretending to exit, and then the blond when he was close enough. you managed to get them closer and closer to the threshold, but only because they let you. “i can bring the plates to you, i can’t expect you to eat standing up! rest while you have a chance. show your appreciation by doing this.”

caesar stopped himself by placing his hand on the the doorframe. “i know you must’ve spent so much time cooking for us and believe me when i say we appreciate it, but i think we want something else.”

"for once i agree with ol' caes! do you mind doing something else for us big fools? we promise it'll be worth your while..."

a cute furrow forms in your brow as you stare up at the two men. "oh, uh, sure!" you exclaim, a bit unsure. the two working in tandem sets off enough alarms in your head, but you know they would sooner die than lead you astray. "what is it that you need...?"

“open your mouth for me, baby.” your face burns as you look up at joseph, his deviously charming crooked smile twinkling back at you. obediently, though, you open your mouth, sticking out your cute little tongue for the joestar. “good girl,” he coos. he languidly strokes his cock with one hand, coaxing it from semi-hard to full on throbbing. with the other, he presses down on your tongue with his thumb. “suck— there ya go, just like that. a little pro, huh? now can you do that with this?” after staring into your glazed over eyes for a few moments, he retracts his hand. a thin line of drool connects his thumb to your tongue. “use your words.”

“y-yes, jo— oh, g-god!” caesar’s hand has moved to your throat, lightly clenching as he eases his heavy cock into your dripping cunt. “c-c— ohh, fuck! please!”

“i’ve been fantasizing about this ever since i first witnessed how your skin glittered under the venitian sun, cara mia.” that caesar, ever the casanova even while he was balls deep inside of you, hips easing back and forth slowly. for now. “how beautiful you look under me, taking me so well. always such a good girl for me. for us.”

a shaky moan passes by your lips before you're reminded of the other man in the vast bed. joseph taps the tip of his dick onto your plump bottom lip, gently reminding you of your other task. eagerly, you open your drooling mouth and with gentility you didn't know the joestar possessed, he pushes himself past your mouth. your lips press firmly around him, your moans a pleasurable vibration on his cock.

you're completely at their mercy now, but there's no place you'd rather be. caesar has hiked up your legs and thrown them around his hips to get the leverage he needs to really fuck into you. joseph might have been soft before, but now there's purpose behind his thrusts deep into your throat. their hands are everywhere, groping your breasts and brown, pebbled nipples, your swollen clit, it's nearly too much to bare.

"oh, please. oh, fuck. fuck me, please." what a chatty little thing you are! pumping joseph's spit soaked dick with your soft hand, you beg and plead the italian to keep going, don't stop. "i'm gonna cum, please," you sob.

"of course, tesoro. cum for me." leaning over slightly, caesar drills into you until you unravel and writhe on the sweaty sheets. your orgasm washing over you, the blond pulls out only to paint your brown cunt white. the sight is enough to send joseph over the edge. with a loud, low groan he cums as well, spilling white over your lips and part of you cheek. you lick it away eagerly. everyone’s panting, bodies numb and slick with a thin layer of sweat.

joseph, unsurprisingly, breaks the silence first. “you have another one in there for us, don’t you, pretty girl? you’ll love this, too.” he’s maneuvering the two of you, his back against the headboard before he pulls you up to place you in his lap, your back against his chest.

“jojo,” caesar starts.

“oh, don’t act high and mighty now! like you haven’t fantasized about this too.”

“about.. what..?” dickdrunk as you are you can’t say you appreciate them talking like you’re not even there.

joseph’s hand easily envelopes your face, gently squeezing your cheeks until you lips form a gentle pout. “us fucking you at the same exact time.” his other hand slides down your body until it meets you cunt, making you shiver. “now, you would love that, wouldn’t you?” two of his fingers sink deep inside, walls still so wet and warm.

“yes, ohh, y-yes.. please.. please…” you open your legs wider so the joestar can have even more access, missing how caesar swallows thickly.

“look at her,” joseph coos before looking up at caesar, grinning mischievously. “we can’t keep the poor lady waiting.”

caesar tries to maintain his gentleman image but the needy, wanton, downright slutty look in your hazed over eyes has all the blood in his body rushing straight from his brain to his dick. the wetness dripping down from your folds proves to be just the lubricant joseph needs, his thick tip pressing into your back hole and making you shudder in pleasure. “jojo,” you whine.

“that’s a good girl,” he praises, one hand easing up to fondle your tit, fingers pressing and pinching your nipple.

“caes,” you call out, still getting stretched by joseph but wanting more. seemingly at you beck and call, he sidles forward, lining himself up with your awaiting hole. "fuck m- oh, fuck." you feel impossibly full as the italian slides his dick deep inside you. the two work together in tandem, with one of them sliding out of you as the other pushes inside, keeping you stuffed. once again, you're nearly overwhelmed as you're sandwiched between the two men, their moans low and heavy in your ears. "feels s' fuckin good.." your back arches up, chest pressing into caesar's as your cunt flutters and clenches. "s-so.. much.." they speed up, making you bit your lip and clench your fists had, body trembling.

"give it to us, love. let it out." joseph pumps his hips harder, his own orgasm coming closer and closer. the mild shakiness in caesar's thrusts signaling his own.

it's too much now, them pressing so deep into you finally pushes you over the edge with a loud cry, their own cum quickly spilling from your spent holes.

everyone falls away, caesar next to the of you on his chest, joseph with his back against the headboard with a loud sigh, and you on top. hearts are racing, chests heaving in greedy gulps of thick air. wits about you after a couple minutes, you realize you want to continue helping them out.

a/n: blah blah no anal w/o proper lube blah blah i never claimed to be an accurate sex narrator

never written for jjba b4 but pt 2 had the writing juices flowing last year! yes, this is from last year… 🫠

#joseph joestar x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #ceaser zeppeli x reader #ceaser zeppeli x black reader #jjba x reader #jjba x black reader #caesar zeppeli x black reader #joseph joestar x black reader #⚔️.jjbacanonverse #❤️‍🔥.jjbasmut

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kmgkmg · 1 year ago

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YES NO MAYBE - JEON WONWOO

word count: 1.7k…

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader

synopsis: wonwoo sits down for an interview after his pictorial to answer some questions, what he wasn't expecting was you to be the one interviewing him.

genre/s: angst, idol!wonwoo, ex!wonwoo, magazine editor!reader

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: submission for k-label's firsts for everything event! the title and fic are inspired by bae suzy's solo debut with yes no maybe! while the title track is def the biggest inspiration, i relied on all of the mini album since it's one of my absolute favorites of kpop. also leaned into iu's discography a lot and ending scene was another inspiration. thank you @gyusangels and @hwasangelbaby for being the beta readers!

Wonwoo’s steps can be heard against the floor as he enters the studio. People are still shuffling about busily, setting up before the shoot officially starts. Next to the clothing racks, various conceptual pictures are taped all along the wall. He scans the pictures, trying his best to get a grasp of what vibe he had to emulate for the day.

The continuous clicking sounds of the camera’s shutter rings in Wonwoo’s ears while the flashes of light hurt his eyes. On top of that, the studio booms with loud music to set the mood for the shoot. With each flash, Wonwoo subtly readjusts himself to a new pose. Five outfit changes along with five different hairstyles and makeup looks. Exhausted is an understatement. The shoot proceeds for nearly three hours before finally getting the last shot approved by the magazine’s staff.

“You were absolutely terrific!” The enthusiastic photographer praises Wonwoo and Wonwoo immediately turns bashful. He’s weak to compliments, especially when the cameras are turned off.

His manager approaches him with a water bottle and a handheld fan.

“Are we done for the day then?” Wonwoo asks after sipping and starts to take the uncomfortable jacket off.

His manager avoids his eyes, an indication to Wonwoo that the day was not over. “You still have the Q&A video to film. Their Chief Editor is interviewing you.”

He pats his manager’s shoulder, reassuring him to not worry. “Q&A videos are a breeze! What do you want to grab for lunch afterwards?”

“Today’s weather is perfect for…sushi?” His manager suggests.

Wonwoo is energized by the thought of eating sushi later on. “Now that you have motivated me, this interview will be done in no time!”

“Chief Editor L/N!” One of your employees greets you, making the others aware of your presence. You are distracted by the conversation on your phone and briefly greet the employees before finishing the phone call.

Wonwoo is already waiting at the table that the staff set up, but his eyes dart up as he looks for you. He knew you worked at Vogue, but Vogue is a huge company. He never expected that he’d run into you like this, nearly a year after you dumped him.

You sit behind the camera wordlessly, pulling your laptop out of your work bag. Straightening your posture on the chair, you double check that the camera is recording. “Seventeen’s Wonwoo, thank you for joining us today.”

He’s thrown off by your extremely professional behavior. Nobody knew about your past relationship besides Seventeen, but you were treating him like a complete stranger. His initial shock dies down, but it's clear on his face that he’s experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions from your presence.

His words spill out thoughtlessly, “So, you’ve been promoted to Chief Editor?”

You exchange glances with the staff around you, all looking back at you with quizzical expressions. Double-checking the flashing red dot on the camera, you reply curtly. “Yes, I’ve been Chief Editor for about seven months. Usually the managing editor conducts the interviews, but he had a family emergency today. We’re deeply sorry that we weren’t able to inform you sooner.”

“No need to apologize!” Wonwoo replies, becoming aware of his surroundings once again. Flashing a wide smile to the camera, he turns on his idol persona. Staff around the studio begin gushing about his kind behavior as you look for which fan questions to read.

“Do you have any plans on releasing any more videos or photos for Carats?”

“I plan to hold a traveling exhibition of my photography early next year! I can’t give too much away right now, but Carats will definitely love it.”

A smile crept onto your face, glad that the ideas he bounced off of you were coming to fruition. “Do the members still ask you to take their pictures a lot?”

He blinks his eyes rapidly, surprised at your memory. “Yes, they do! At this point, DK, The8, and I are practically the assigned Instagram photographers in the group.”

You nod, and prepare yourself to read the next comment. “Ballad lover, Jeon Wonwoo! I love your music taste so much! What song have you been hooked on lately?”

“I’ve mentioned IU a lot in the past since her music means a lot to me. Luckily, Carats really enjoyed my cover of her song Knees. These days, I’ve been listening to The Visitor by her. The melody is very catchy and the instrumental is stripped back which adds a special layer of sentimentality to the track. I especially love the lyrics for the hook. ‘Why do I still love you? Why do I sing about you? Why do I still wait for you? Babe I love you.’” He responds, purposefully looking away from the camera and instead having his eyes fixate on you.

His longing gaze goes unnoticed by you as you type a note to the video editor to add IU’s in song during post production. “Wonwoo, I’m addicted to books like you! Which books are the most newly purchased in your library?”

“Book Park Lounge had a sale a week ago! I bought about eight new books? Greek Lessons by the author Han Kang has been insanely interesting so far. Although the novel came out in April, it was sold out in all of the bookstores around me immediately. Please, check it out if you enjoy books about the beauty of humanity. My rambling isn’t doing the book justice, just know that once you pick the book up, you won’t be able to put it down.”

You memorize the book’s title, secretly missing the reading lists he would make you. “Any recent activities you did with the members that you can share?”

Wonwoo takes a second to think, lightly tapping his fingers on the table’s surface. “Me and Minghao went to a tea tasting and blending workshop. I’ve recently been more interested in tea, so he suggested that I tag along with him. It was a really rewarding time, I got exposure to a lot of new flavors!”

“Since you made your own tea blend, do you have any tips for people that follow your steps and try making their own blends?”

“Great question!” He compliments, turning silent as he thinks of the best universally liked ingredient. “Dried rose petals are my recommendation. They are easy to add to any tea blend in my opinion, plus, the quantity that you add can customize how much you want the flavor to stand out. Minghao would probably recommend others’ first experience with tea to be a tea ceremony instead. I’ve done both and the ceremonies tend to focus on patience and maintaining steady hands.”

Hesitating to move on to the next question, you review your coworker’s email with the prewritten questions. “Do we have to ask every question here?”

Wonwoo tilts his head in confusion, “Why not?”

“Very well. Wonwoo, have you ever regretted letting go of something or someone?”

“Yes.” His immediate reply causes his manager to approach you and ask for it to be edited out. Wonwoo sees the interaction and tries his best to fix his mistake. “Actually, no… Well, maybe? At the time, I found myself asking a lot, what does my heart actually want? It’s strange, isn’t it? I mean how humans don’t understand their hearts at times. But by the time I realized what I wanted, it was far too late. So yes, I’m full of regret.”

You look back at his manager, whose mouth is slightly agape over Wonwoo’s candid answer. Picking up on the manager’s flustered state, you skip to the last question. “What are your plans for the rest of the year?”

He tries his best to sound energetic again, “Well, Seventeen always tries to be as active as we can! Although a little less than half of the year is left, we will meet you very soon with new music and performances!”

“Can you do the outro?”

“See you all next time! Subscribe, like, and comment to Vogue’s YouTube channel!” Wonwoo waves goodbye with both hands and you stand up to turn off the camera.

He walks over to you as he stretches his arms. “Can we think about us again?”

You continue fidgeting with the camera and say in a low voice, “Wonwoo. Stop saying, let’s think about it again. You know better than anyone that we probably wouldn't last a day.”

“But, Y/N, life without you isn’t the same…” His eyes turn desperate. More eyes are on the two of you, unaware that you were so deeply acquainted with one another.

“Follow me.” You excuse yourself from the studio with Wonwoo listening to your words.

He has a hopeful glint to his eyes now, biting down on his lip to contain his excitement. He’s at a complete loss of how to predict what you’re going to say.

You’re shaking from the anger of his unprofessionalism. Wonwoo realizes your emotions and his face turns solemn.

“What is with you today, Wonwoo? It’s obvious we’ll hurt each other again, so stop saying you can’t live without me. Please, just meet someone who will love you more than I did.”

He looks down at his feet and mumbles, “You act like that is an easy task, Y/N.”

“Wonwoo, I’m with someone else now. You’re the one that wanted us to date quietly and we broke up just as quietly. Now, let go of me quietly.” You request, not once faltering in front of him.

Without giving him time to respond, you walk back towards the studio’s doors and hold one open for him. His feet move without him thinking, trudging back into the studio.

His manager is talking to the photographer about which photos should be excluded from the final cut. Once he notices Wonwoo's return, he finishes the conversation effortlessly.

“Ready for some sushi?”

Wonwoo takes one last look in your direction and sees you engrossed in your work as employees crowd you. Yes, he misses you more than anything. But no, he knows that you don’t feel the same. So maybe, it’s time for him to follow your wishes and let go of you.

He clears his throat. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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ravenzeppeli · 10 months ago

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⭐️What Caesar Wanted.. No, What You Wanted |Yandere Joseph x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong physical abuse (beating), threats, manipulation, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, strong language, uncomfortable scenes, graphic murder (described in detail). 18+.

At first you felt as if it was a miracle that Joseph Joestar found you, an orphaned Zeppeli with a stand that you couldn’t control and DIO dead on your tracks. He found you and he took you in, basically adopting you as his own three years ago.. him and his wife Suzi Q.. they were all that you had. They became your parents.. the only family that you had since yours was slaughtered by one of DIO’s men.

Turns out Joseph Joestar was incredibly.. overprotective when it came to your safety. You weren’t to go to school but to be homeschooled and you never left the house without him or Suzi Q. At 16 your freedom was stripped away.. you lost everything but your life was saved. Should you be grateful though? Should you not have done it? Maybe you should tell your story, or at least the worst parts..

“The adoption papers are final Y/N, but I did not change your last time. You are still a Zeppeli and you always will be but I want you to think of Suzi and I as your family. I will take care of you,” Joseph promised as he sat next to you on his white couch, his green eyes watching you. They were soft.. soft but somehow something evil hinted behind those eyes. “But I am going to have rules- you won’t leave the house without Suzi Q or I and you will be homeschooled. You must be protected.”

You nodded your head once, not knowing what else to say. You just lost your entire family- your entire bloodline was wiped out and you almost got killed as well. He saved your life and he took you into his home.. you were only 16 years old. You had to listen to him, no matter what. You hoped that he really would protect you.

Three months later…

“I told you not to leave the house, even for a second! DIO could easily grab you and take you away!” Joseph screamed at you as soon as you entered the home from checking the mail. Hie hand came across your cheek roughly before you were pushed into the wall, your head smacking against the wooden door. “You’re grounded, you will do nothing and you won’t eat for the rest of the day!”

You dropped the mail, a sharp pain rushing through your head, “ow, fuck!” You cried out, blood dripping from your right nostril, your cheek having a deep sting. “Mr. Joestar, I was just checking the mall for you! Why are you being so cruel to me?!”

“You will call me father because that’s what I am to you now, I am your father and you will respect me as such! Don’t you ever leave this goddamned house without telling me or I will take my belt off and beat you until you can’t walk anymore!” He yelled at you, hands balling into fists as his fall fo towered over you, his bushy grey eyebrows pulled into a hard scowl. “Watch your fucking self or DIO will kill you and the entire Zeppeli bloodline will be forever lost.”

You had to remember, the Joestars and the Zeppeli’s have a rich history that was deeply rooted. Mr. Joestar fought alongside your grandfather Caesar Zeppeli. He was a close tie to your family and he was right.. if you died so did the entire Zeppeli bloodline. “Father, I am sorry and I will not do it again,” you forced yourself to say that.. but you made sure that you looked like you meant it.

“Good, you better not do it again either. I will not tolerate you acting like this- your grandfather Caesar would never allowed you to act like this.” He had you cornered against the door, his hands resting on top of yours, pressing them against the door. “Don’t make me hurt you anymore, I don’t want to hurt you but I will. I will chain you to your bed if I have to..”

You nodded your head, tears filling your eyes.. he was far for terrifying then DIO, at least with him you would just be killed. This.. this was far worse then death- this was your entire life being stripped away from you; you were a prisoner that could never escape. He let you go, satisfied that you were scared, basking off your fear as you stood shaking in it.

“Good, now go stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall. Hands folded behind your back.. move out that corner without me telling you and I’ll beat your ass,” he snapped, stepping back so you could move. You walked past him swiftly, burying your face in the corner of the wall that he pointed at, your hands folded behind your back. “I’ll let you know when you can leave, until then don’t say a single word.” He left the room, leaving you to stand in the corner.. leaving you to cry as blood dripped from your nose, staining your clothes.

He left you in that corner for 19 hours and made you piss yourself because he wouldn’t let you use the bathroom. Suzi Q never said a thing , she never intervened on the abuse and it destroyed you. When Joseph went away on business trips Suzi would let you leave the house and do as you pleased- it was her guilt for letting you get abused. She would clean you up and she wouldn’t let Joseph starve you but that was it.. you could tell that she was just as scared as you. You didn’t blame her.

Since you didn’t blame her she was safe, you wouldn’t cast any revenge on her and you would let her be. You did let her be.. you sometimes felt conflicted but he was the real enemy. Your grandfather that he fought alongside would be ashamed of his friend, ashamed of how he treated his granddaughter and last living relative. You held no regret in your heart for what it all ultimately led up to.. you did the world a favor.

“Just because you’re 18 now doesn’t mean I’m letting you leave my sight. You will stay by me and you will respect whatever I say,” Joseph said as you stood next to him, his hand wrapping around your arm, squeezing tightly. “I also see the way you’re looking at Polnareff and I want it to stop.. don’t get yourself hurt.” His voice was low, grip tightening to the point to where you felt sharp pain.

Tears filled your eyes as you bit down on your lip.. you knew not to scream, especially on a boat with witnesses around. He would beat you the second the two of you were alone if you spoke out and tried to call him out, he had before- he beat you bloody.

“You know what? I got something for you, you need a lesson,” he muttered as he let go of you. He grabbed your hand, leading you away to below the deck of the huge ship, despite your low sobs that begged for him to let you go. “You think since today’s your 18th birthday and I’m letting you go on this trip with me you’re grown but you aren’t. You fucking aren’t!” He yelled, pushing you into the women’s restroom, locking the door behind him. “You know what to fucking do.”

You stepped away from him, shaking your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “Please don’t make me do this, I’m sorry! I don’t think that I’m grown and I’m not checking him out, you’re mistaken! Please, I don’t want you to do this!” You cried, hands trembling as he started to unfasten his belt. You just wanted to have a peaceful 18th birthday.. why did he have to do this?

“Turn around and stay standing up straight and I won’t say it again unless you want to pick your teeth off of the fucking floor,” he snapped, clutching the leather belt in his right hand. It was folded twice, his green eyes watching you, grey eyebrows pulled into that damn scowl. “This is what Caesar would have wanted.”

You shook your head once. “What Caesar wanted.. no, what you wanted. This is what you want, you want to beat me and you want to keep me as your prisoner and since I am weaker then you you can. You’re so strong and powerful.. you’re a hero,” you said softly, causing his face to slightly soften. “But you’re 69 years old.. one day you won’t be stronger then me. One day I will get my revenge and I promise that my face will be the last thing that you will ever see. I will fucking kill you, and I will fucking enjoy doing so Joseph Joestar.” You spat on the ground, meaning the ultimate disrespect to him.

As quickly as those words came out his stand emerged, purple vines wrapping around your entire body, squeezing you tightly. “You little bitch, you’ll never have the balls to kill me. Do you have the balls to stop me now? Try and call your pathetic stand, maybe you can put a scratch on me.” He walked over to you, his hand roughly slapping your right cheek twice, his eyes wild with rage. You wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

You didn’t call your stand.. despite how shitty Hermit Purple was you weren’t ready to kill him. You wanted to wait until he was old, until his grandson who had the ultimate fucking stand wasn’t on this boat. Until you got over your guilt of having to kill your long and gone deceased grandfathers friend. One day.. but today is definitely not the day. You had to save Jotaro’s mother.. they weren’t bad like Joseph was- they were good, kind.

“I do this because I love you, I fucking love you as if you were my own child Y/N Zeppeli. We’re connected, and I want what’s best for you. I’m what’s best for you, I couldn’t save your grandfather but I could save you. Don’t you see? I couldn’t protect him but I can protect you!” He exclaimed suddenly, a wide smile appearing on his face despite tears filling his eyes. “I couldn’t save my best friend but I could save you.”

You shook your head once more. “I am not your child and I am not my grandfather. Joseph, you can’t replace him with me.. I am not Caesar Zeppeli, I am just his grandchild and nothing more. I will never replace him and I am so sorry for you but.. I hate you.” You finally said it.. you knew that he would hurt you but you still happy that you said it.

He spun you around, the belt repeatedly beginning to crash onto your upper and lower back at a rapid pace, whip sounds filling the air. “You ungrateful bitch, you should love me! You should love and obey me because I saved you! DIO would have saw no use in you and he would have killed you!” He screamed at you, his deep voice cracking towards the end as he continued crashing the belt onto your back, knocking the wind out of you with each hit.

You gasped out, no words being able to come out of your mouth. You wiggled violently but Hermit purple didn’t budge- the purple vines were wrapped tightly around you, being the only things that were keeping you held up. “S-stop!” You cried out, your shirt ripping as the belt cut at your back, opening up old wounds and creating new ones. Your entire back.. he’s scarred your entire back- it started three years ago.

“I hope it hurts good and deep, learn your lesson! You will never speak to me like that again or I will cut your hand off and blame it on an enemy stand user! Don’t you ever test my patience or love for you again!” He practically roared, giving your back three more rough blows before stopping, his stand releasing you, causing you to drop to the cold bathroom floor.

Your back felt wet.. it was your blood. You knew that from experience, this wasn’t his first time but one day it would be his last. You made a vow after this beating- you would be the one to kill Joseph Joestar and you would enjoy getting your revenge. One day.. but for now you wept on a dirty bathroom floor, your blood pooling around you slowly, oozing between the cracks in the tiles. Yes.. watch me in pain Joseph Joestar, let your broad shadow cast over my shaking and bloodied body because one day I will do the same to you. I will get my revenge.

37 times.. you stabbed the old Mr. Joseph Joestar 37 times before he died. You stabbed every part of his body aside from his heart and his brain.. yes, those were the one two things you left out. At the ripe old and frail age of 79 years old Joseph Joestar sadly passed away.. sadly he burned alive in his house but thankfully his wife and adopted kid weren’t home. That’s what the news story would say.. and you would pretend to cry and grieve him.

He was the man that saved your life but he was also the one who mentally destroyed you. You would always have scars all over your body and heart but at least he was finally dead. He died a painful death and you were glad that he suffered, his begs for mercy were still running through your head. That old fuck.. he was the one to piss his pants this time.

His body was unrecognizable, stab wounds covering every part of his body. His green eyes that would always glare down at you were stabbed out until they were gone forever, his blood now staining the floor. His blood was everywhere.. his body was a shredded pile of meat and bones. He said that you would never have the balls to kill him so you brutally murdered him instead.

“I’ll see you in hell Joseph Joestar, I will fucking see you in hell,” you muttered as you grabbed the final tank of gas, pouring it all over his deformed body before you backed away, dropping the empty container to the ground. Your old bloodied clothes laid next to him, the knife already cleaned and put away. It would all burn.. every trace of evidence would burn right along with him. You lit a match, throwing it on his body before running out.. you didn’t need to watch him burn, he was already dead. You ran, you just ran and you ran and you ran.. you were free. You were finally free.

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