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brayneworms · 7 months

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gouge away (if you want to) | johnny joestar

kinktober day ten: kissing

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content. disabled johnny, but like his prostate works, anal fingering, prostate orgasm, kissing, johnny cries after sex it's canon, gender-neutral reader, fluff, mentions of ableism, established relationship, this is sappy

♪ gouge away - pixies

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For a while—a long while—after his accident, Johnny thought he'd never be with someone again.

A part of it was the paralysis. Okay, a big part of it was. He learns after using the chair for a bit that he sorta stops becoming a real person to most people, that their eyes just sorta slide past him. Oh no, how sad, that guy in the chair must have it so bad. Don't be rude and stare, now. Sometimes he wishes they would stare at him, like he knows they wanna. He almost finds their determination to ignore him totally more jarring.

And that's only half the problem. The other part is that even if he could find someone, his goddamn dick doesn't work anymore. Which would for sure pose a problem. So Johnny resigns himself miserably to a sexless and potentially loveless life, and pretends it doesn't make him want to die.

Still. Anyways. It all seems kinda redundant now, 'cause he's lying under the sky in the dirt with his pants halfway off, and you're—you're doing something, or you're tryin' something that Johnny is extremely skeptical about. A bit of time travelling with Gyro had taught him many times that there was a lot of things about the human body he was ignorant of, but he still can't help but be dubious of the claim you made to him a few minutes ago.

I'm gonna make you cum.

At once, a protest had risen to his lips. You can't. Almost a reflex. You'd cocked your head in inquiry, and Johnny had gone redder, down to the tips of his ears hidden by his hat. It's my—it doesn't work. Down there doesn't...

You seem to consider this for a few moments. Then you say, there's something else we can try.

You disappear inside the tent and come out with the bottle of aloe vera they'd been using to treat the burns that had blistered as a result of the unforgiving desert sun. He had red peeling skin all up his shoulders and the bridge of his nose.

He watches dubiously as you squeeze a clear, cold glob onto your fingers. "Wh—where are those goin'?"

He's pretty sure he has an idea.

"You know what a prostate is, Johnny dear?" You always call him that. Johnny dear, like it's all one word. Johnnydear. He always gripes and groans about it and then has to turn away extremely quickly to hide his flush. He's going to examine the reaction he gets when you baby him sometime, he promises himself, just not right now. He's got a lotta shit on his plate, okay? Corpses to find and such.

"N-no," he answers, stammering when you kneel between his legs and spread his thighs gently apart. He sucks in a breath; one of your fingers leaves a cool trail of aloe along the skin there.

"A prostate," you tell him patiently, like you're not situated between his naked thighs, "is a gland that people with your particular reproductory set are born with."

"You sound like Gyro," he mutters. "Kinda killing the mood a little."

"I just want to make sure you're fully informed." You roll your eyes. "It's just that you're leaking precum, see?" To his mortification, you swipe your fingers over the tip of the dick he can't feel and hold them up; under the starlight, they gleam, and he burns with embarrassment. "Means you might be able to feel it. Means I might be able to make you cum."

Johnny swallows hard. He wants—it sounds good. Sounds great. But with the hope comes that fear, an ever-present shadow. What if it doesn't work?

"Hey." You lean over him, and before Johnny can protest you've captured his lips, a slow, deliberate cling. Johnny loves kissing you. He thinks it might be his favourite thing to do, other than jockeying and he can't do that anymore, so this takes an automatic first place. He sighs and melts against you like softened butter, his hands winding themselves over your shoulder and jaw. He loves everything about it. The closeness, the slow gentle intimacy, the way you smell. That last part is probably weird, 'cause you mostly smell like sweat and leather, but Johnny likes it all the same.

You kiss for a while; one of your hand strokes soothing shapes into his ribcage. When you pull back, the panic that had been rearing up inside him has faded to a dull murmur.

"Don't get in your head about it," you whisper. "If you can't feel it, then that's that. You know I won't think less of you."

A lump rises in Johnny's throat, and he shields his eyes from the burning sun of you seein' right through him. "I know," he says, almost petulantly.

"So? Wanna give it a try?"

A part of him doesn't. A part of him is so, so scared. But a bigger part of him, the one that likes kissing you and likes the way you smell and the way you touch him and look at him and everything, really, is nodding before that first part can protest. You kiss him again with a smile, a little faster, a little dirtier this time. This is another thing Johnny likes about kissing—it can take so many different forms. Even if he did find the corpse pieces and get the use of his legs back, Johnny reckons he'd still like kissing more than real sex.

Your mouth starts moving down, sweeping the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbones, the valleys of his pectorals, a nipple. The last one makes Johnny gasp and you giggle, and he splays a palm over his face in embarrassment. You coax such stupid noises outta him. But you seem to enjoy it, so whatever.

Down, down, down. Somewhere between his navel and his pubic bone he stops feeling it. But it still somehow feels sorta nice, which doesn't make a whole lotta sense but it does to him, so. He watches you between his fingers as you reach between his legs, he thinks prodding.

You look up at him. "I'm going to put a finger in, okay?"

Johnny nods eagerly. "Don't gotta tell me. I won't feel it."

You roll your eyes. "I'm still gonna tell you. We can stop whenever, okay?"

"Okay," Johnny says impatiently, and wiggles his hips. You smack his hipbone playfully, which does nothing to temper his brattiness on account of him not feelin' a fuckin' thing. Then you get a quiet, serious, concentrated look on your face that Johnny usually only sees when you're fighting. Or when he's making you cum. That expression, more than any of your words or hesitation, it what makes him quiet down and take it serious.

There's a silence that stretches on. Johnny supposes you must be doin' something, considering the slight furrow he can see between your brows and the achingly careful, gradual movement of your wrist. Finally, after about a minute, you look up at him.

"My finger's in," you tell him, and Johnny bites his lip.

"Can't feel it," he says. He's starting to think this was a really bad idea.

"Just lemme—hold on," you say, and your wrist moves a little, and then—

Johnny keens. He feels, he fuckin' feels so much that it lights him up from the inside and sets his nerves alight, some part deep inside him that he didn't even know existed 'till five minutes ago and it's so good it immediately brings tears to his eyes.

"Oh," he says like he's surprised, and he is, apparently so much so that it's all he can say. "O-oh, oh, oh—"

Your finger retracts back into nothingness, and Johnny bites back a sob. "Johnny?" you ask worriedly. "Did you—is it too much?"

"No, no," he babbles, feeling incoherent already. You brush his hair back from his face with your free hand, the one that ain't inside him, your thumb stroking over his cheek. "It was—fuck, felt so weird. But good. Really, really good. Can you—are you gonna do it again?"

"Will if you want me to," you answer lovingly, and Johnny is biting back another sob for a whole different reason. "Might be a bit intense, Johnny dear. You sure you wanna?"

"Yes, yeah." He stares up at you beseechingly, feeling a bit pathetic but also too far gone to give a shit. "Please, I wanna—I wanna feel it again."

You nod, leaning over to kiss him again. Johnny relaxes into the embrace, losing himself in the familiar touch of your lips, the smell of you, taking the bite out of his surge of panic—and then with no warning you're brushing against that spot inside him again and he's moaning into your mouth, loud and unrestrained. It's pitchy and startled, and your free hand cups the back of his head as he pulls away in shock.

"Fuck, Jesus Christ," he swears, slamming his head back against the dirt. "O-oh, oh god, ohgodohgod—"

"Still good?" you ask, and your fingers made a weird sort of curling motion and it occurs to Johnny that you're movin' them in and out, sort of like you would if you were actually fucking him, and the thought makes him flush so hard he feels feverish. You're fucking him. You're fucking him.

He nods deliriously. "Mhm, yeah," he gasps out, feeling breathless, feeling giddy. "Don't stop, feels so fuckin' good, oh my god."

Your fingers press into him over and over like you're ringin' a bell, and all the while you kiss him and for the first time in ages Johnny feels that both parts of his body are equal. The bottom half has come alive under your jackhammering fingers, the top half consumed by you and your kiss. The kissing makes it so much better, 'cause Johnny reckons if anyone else had their fingers in his ass he'd probably hate it even if they were touching his whatdidyoucallit like that and making him feel amazing. He'd hate it 'cause they wouldn't be you.

The kissing reminds him it's you. The chaps on your lips, the smell of you, the feel of your face and skin, your body pressing into his. It's so all consuming it makes him wanna cry, in a good way, in a weird way. Your fingers move faster and weirder, and Johnny starts making those stupid oh! oh! noises again, stifling them against your mouth, and your tongue presses in and you swallow them whole.

All too soon, Johnny feels a weird tightening, one he hasn't felt since before the incident. He feels a constriction of panic, his fingers clutching at your clothing. "I—hah!—I f-feel weird."

"Bad weird?" Your fingers slow down, nearly stop, and Johnny whines.

"No, no, good weird, good," he pants. "Move again, fuck."

You pick up the pace; Johnny shudders, tensing in your hold all over again. He feels like he's burning, like he's sweating out everything bad he's ever felt.

"Do you mean you're gonna cum?" you ask, your voice lower this time, so close to Johnny's ear it makes him shiver. The harsh brush of your chapped lips against the soft skin there makes his body feel electric.

"I think," he whispers, eyes screwing shut. "Sorry—oh—I think, yeah."

"Don't feel sorry," you tell him almost sternly. "I want to see you cum, Johnny. Wanna see you cum so hard your pretty little head goes blank. You deserve it, yeah?"

"Yeah," he gasps out. "I deserve it."

What you do next with your fingers is almost brutal in the wracks of shivering pleasure it sends simmering through Johnny's body; every curl of them has him writhing and gasping and moaning, he must sound so stupid but you seem to be liking it and fuck, he's liking it, he likes feeling a little stupid and helpless while you take care of him and he's definitely gonna have to unpack that, but later, 'cause—

"I'm gonna cum," he gasps, hands flying out to curl in your clothing. "Baby, baby, I'm gonna cum, I—kiss me? Kiss me, okay, I wanna, oh, oh oh oh—"

You crash your lips together, and your fingers curl up one last lingering time and Johnny shatters. White stars explode over his vision, shatter inside his head, and for a split second it feels like every cell in his body freezes up and screams and dies. He's vaguely aware of some long, drawn-out, breathless noise he's making and the way you swallow it with your mouth.

It takes several seconds for him to come back down to earth. When he does it's to the sensation of you running your fingers through his hair and pressing soft, feathery kisses to his cheeks.

He pants like a dog. When you see his blue eyes on you, you sit up, seem to retract your fingers from between his legs. Your image starts to blur, and Johnny sees your expression crease in concern. He realises he's crying. Not like, actually, not like he's got something to be upset about. He's just... tearing up. Like someone's turned a faucet on behind his eyes and just left it there. He pushes the heels of his hands into the sockets and presses down, willing it to stop, willing the overwhelming feeling blooming in his chest to deflate.

"Hey, hey." Your voice, low and soothing, pressed into his hair, your arms holding him tightly. "You okay?"

"Yes," he says almost angrily. "I'm fine. Dunno why I'm—fuck. Sorry. I'm good, I promise I'm good. That was... so, so good."

Your expression of concern gives way slightly. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Johnny sucks in a shaky, wet breath. "Thanks. Thank you. I didn't even... I didn't even know I could feel like that anymore. Not just 'cause of—you know." He gestures vaguely to the lower half of his body. "All of it. Like, I didn't think anyone would wanna—while I'm still like this. And I—I figured I didn't deserve it, or something. But... it was really good."

Your smile is a little sad. "I'm glad, Johnny dear. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now that we know it works, we can do it again. And again, and again." He flushes, and you laugh sweetly, and Johnny could just die to the sound of it. "Still, we should get some rest for tonight. Gyro will skin us alive if we oversleep again."

You're right, of course. Johnny lets you maneuvre him onto his sleeping skin, and you unroll yours right next to him. When you do, Johnny reaches for you, clinging like a damn insect. But you don't seem to mind, 'cause you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him in even closer. He tucks his head into your shoulder.

He thinks that he'll get to kiss you tomorrow, too.

His sleep is dreamless and deep.

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rougepancake · 10 months

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For the event could I request Dio cuddling with gn!reader who’s his partner? Just fluff it that’s ok I know it might be kinda out of character but I’d really appreciate it

Dude I love Dio I’ve gotchu 💜

Ribs

Ft. Dio Brando

—} Marie’s 500 follower event

Warnings: Drunk Dio, mentions of alcohol, slightly ooc Dio but we’re here for it. Sfw.

While the sight of the vampire drinking wasn’t uncommon, you couldn’t help but notice how much he had consumed. It was actually slightly concerning- well- it would be if he didn’t have such a high tolerance for the substance.

“Uhm…” You cleared your throat as he finished another bottle of wine, watching him toss it aside with a frown. “I think that’s enough for tonight.” You sighed and shook your head, taking his hand and leading him back to your shared bedroom.

“Stop that, pet.” He protested, stumbling behind you. The poor guy was one step away from falling face first onto the floor. “You’re not the boss of me.” His words were slurred together as he whined, but he knew better than to protest against you when he was like this.

“Come now, don’t whine.” You sighed and got him situated on the bed, covering him up gently. “You put yourself in this situation.” You got up and went to grab him some water, but he stopped you, pulling you back into the bed with a pout.

“Don’t leave.” He mumbled as he held you, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

Seeing the vampire drink was a sight that you had grown accustomed to. It was the aftermath that you’d never get over.

“Of course.” You whispered and returned his embrace, smiling softly. You knew that the next morning he’d deny that this ever happened, so it was just best to live in the moment.

So you did. You spent the rest of the night in his arms, comforting him as he slowly began to sober up.

He sure as hell doesn’t act like it, but it’s moments like these that make him fall deeper in love with you.

#really proud of this one cause it’s so cute #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #x reader #dio brando #dio brando x reader #dio x reader #dio brando x you #jjba x you #jjba x reader #jjba x gn reader #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jjba dio #jjba fluff

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dippindotsdio · 9 months

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#1 Crush

Here's the full version of Pink in the Night. I also changed up bits from the little part I posted a while ago so don't be confused because it's not word for word anymore, enjoy!

Warnings: possessive & obsessive behavior, typical yan stuff Word count: 3.6k Gn reader, sfw

[More under the cut]

You met Josuke at a young age, your mother and Tomoko were very close friends so it was only a matter of time before you two were introduced to one another. You and Josuke grew close rather quickly and ever since then you've been best friends (matter of fact he's been your only friend for a majority of your life.) He's the only person who seems to get you in this vast world.

As you two grew older, he began wanting to be at your side more and more. He would spend the night often during the summer, or you'd spend the night at Tomoko's although you were still scared to go to another's house then. He didn't mind though of course.

Whenever you were struggling with homework, he'd be there happy to help and explain as much as he could. When you woke up terrified because of an awful nightmare and woke him up out of fear, he'd be ready to reassure you that everything was going to be okay then help you go back go sleep. And on the days where you felt down and misunderstood by others around you, he'd be there and listen to you. He would always be there for you.

You were very appreciative of how patient he was with you, even as you two grew to be highschoolers. He seemed to be the only person who really wanted to understand you. Others were often too pushy with you, overly critical, or never bothered to understand why you didn't like certain things or acted certain ways. It was nice to know that not everyone wanted to fix you.

Whenever you had asked why he was so attached to you out of all people, he'd always respond with the thought that you were fun and your sense of self was unique, as well as your view of the world. He thought you were absolutely perfect as you were. So much so that he often had a look of pure adoration in his eyes when it came to you and it made your heart swell with unknown feelings whenever you happened to notice.

♡

At this point Josuke hadn't realised he developed a "little" crush on you yet. He just knew that the friendship you shared was something special, something irreplaceable. It was a bond he'd do anything to keep. You two shared so many memories after all. All of your birthday parties were spent with one another, many of the holidays you'd see him, and of course at school you'd be together. You two were inseparable!

During these times you also came to the conclusion that you really didn't need anyone else. Josuke was like your soulmate. He liked you and you liked him. You trusted him more than anyone else in the world. It'd be hard for someone else to gain your trust or develop such a deep bond with you as he did. No one could ever compare.

💕

Some days you'd miss school for reasons that were mostly out of your control. At first Josuke didn't mind because he knew he'd be able to see you the next day, but he was so lonely without your company. He could only ignore the feeling that was building up in his chest and restricting his breathing ever so slightly for so long.

During junior year he grew to hate those days. Why would you leave me? It was like he couldn't breathe properly when you weren't around. But he wasn't alone of course, people liked him and he had more acquaintances than he'd like, but none of them were you. His obsessive nature thrived and all he could do was think about you. He spent his time in class daydreaming about coddling you and how he should've been at your house playing games with you and what not. Of course you missed him plenty too, but it was no where near what he was feeling. Everything you felt for him was no where near what he felt for you.

This is also the year he begins to get more touchy. He starts holding your hands more, having his arm around your shoulder, embracing you, touching your face, brushing your hair... Whenever you two worked on homework together and you got everything right, he'd give you little side hugs. After being so affectionate for some time he began to realize that his feelings for you were more than just friendly. Why it took him so long, no one knows!

As for you, his constant presence never really bothered you, you liked the attention he gave you. You would even say you actively seeked it at times. Sometimes he was overwhelming though, mostly when he praised you over simple things. It felt belittling but you'd never voice how you felt about it. Other than that you thought it was nice...he was nice. Your mother often teased you two about when you were going to get together which made you flustered. Josuke just looked at you with those lovesick eyes of his and a saccharine smile as you stumbled over your words.

💕

Now that you two were old enough to go out on your own, that meant Josuke could take you to the rollerskating rink. It was something he wanted to do for a while and it quickly became one of your favorite ways to spend time together! He loved watching you skate around and occasionally pull him towards you so you two can skate along together. He watched a couple videos in advance and tried out some of the tricks, only successfully pulling off a few and the others leaving both of you a laughing mess.

Another spot you two would spend the day at was the park, it was a good place to find some peace from the world. Sitting on a bench with a tall tree shading you was such a simple activity but being there with him made you feel like nothing could ever go wrong in your life. The sounds nature provided you and Josuke's warmth was all it took to ease your mind.

💕

During your senior year you started receiving letters. First, you found them in your locker, then a handful later they started appearing in your backpack...which was concerning. They were really sweet though!

- "Hi, I just wanted to let you know...I think you're so cute!"

You had not a single clue who they could be from. You rarely interacted with your classmates, with the few exceptions of working with someone other than Josuke on a group project and other moments of small talk with peers. Either way you didn't pay much mind to them, so why would anyone pay attention to you? It's definitely a prank by another student, you had thought.

You asked Josuke about who they could be from but all he answered with was "probably a secret admirer". You laughed at him and he simply looked at you with a familiar fondness in his eyes. You brushed off his strange demeanor and decided to move onto a different topic of discussion.

You wondered if they could've been from Josuke himself for a brief moment, but no way...the handwriting and choice of words was pretty different. And he'd probably be upfront about his feelings, right? Nonetheless you began ignoring the letters and only read them whenever they were decorated prettily.

- "every little thing i do you're on my mind...the way i feel lately is driving me crazy.."

- "i can't get over you i think about you all the time"

Over time you noticed the contents were becoming more and more...odd, to say the least. This person would go on about certain things you did or how much they loved you. They'd write way too much about your habits and how cute they found them. You laughed at some of them, some prank this was! Yes, it was definitely a prank, you kept telling yourself, trying to convince yourself no one was actually being a creep towards you. At least your senior year was coming to an end and those letters would stop.

...

Well that was what you thought. You'd graduated and been out of highschool for a few months now and still, those letters managed to show up. They were less frequent, but getting more uncomfortable.

"I wish I could be around you all the time. I love you so much. I love everything about you, the way you talk, smell, fix your hair, and your eyes, your eyes are so pretty. I want them to look at me for the rest of time. You're so pretty, I want you so bad, I want you all for myself. It's not fair... I hope you accept my feelings one day, [y/n]. I think I'd die if I couldn't have you." It was written messily with words like "love" and "you" written darker than the rest.

You were beginning to worry, obviously this person was someone who knew your schedule and was probably close to you. Josuke kept reassuring you it was nothing but when you began being refusing to leave the house and holed yourself up in your room out of paranoia, he offered to get rid of whoever was sending those letters. It should've been so obvious...but you trusted him, the sweet and thoughtful Josuke who you spent most of your days with wouldn't be this weird to you. You really hoped it wasn't..

- "i just wanna be yours"

Josuke didn't mean to freak you out as much as he did, he just wanted to know what your reaction could be to his unfiltered feelings for you. It made him a little disheartened to know you felt so uncomfortable but he understood that receiving those kinds of words from a stranger would be concerning. He could only hope that you would accept all of him when the time finally came.

💌

You didn't know how, and he wouldn't elaborate either, but the letters did stop. You hugged him tightly with your head resting on his shoulder as you thanked him and told him you were forever grateful. His body tensed up and his eyes widened but quickly he returned the hug, relaxing in your arms. A delusional smile formed on his lips and a sweet warmth spread across his face. He held onto you with possessive hands, his grip ever so slowly getting tighter and tighter until you spoke once more.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumbled.

Were you trying to kill him? His heart skipped a beat and time seemed to stop as you kept him encased in your arms. You had no idea what those words were doing to him, his mind was racing with utterly delusional thoughts of you. Thoughts of how much he knew you needed him now, how he'd do anything to make you happy, to protect you, keep you safe, and make you stay by his side for the rest of your life. He'd do it all with a lovesick smile on his face and pure obsession swirling in his violet eyes.

💜

With the help of each of your moms and having saved up for months, you two were eventually able to move into a small but cozy apartment together and lived relatively peaceful lives. Well aside from Josuke beginning to show unmistakable signs of his possessive behavior towards you.

Since you two worked separate jobs he couldn't be around you nearly as much as he wanted to (even though you still spent a good chunk of time together.) He was always thinking about you. Wondering if you were okay, if anyone was getting close to you, talking to you, trying to take you away from him, or god forbid if anyone other than him was touching you. It drove him insane being away from you for more than a few hours, it was a miracle he could still work well with how much you were on his mind.

He'd hug you for a few minutes after especially long days and asked you how your day was while resting his head on your shoulder. You of course always indulged him which put the thoughts of you leaving him at ease. Oh how he loved having you in his arms... This was where you belonged, with him, in his arms, and safe from the world. He was so warm and so strong, he always made you feel nice...and it would drive him even more mad if you ever told him that.

💜

He began thinking that you liked him back romantically because of how much you indulged in his behavior. He was never clear about his feelings with you, but he knew that you two were blurring the lines between a platonic and romantic relationship for a while now. It didn't help that you weren't clear about how you felt either, so of course he thought you liked him back! You must've been too shy to say anything, how cute.

Truthfully though, you weren't completely sure as to how you felt about him. Yes, you loved and cared about him more than anyone else in your life and he was basically all you knew at this point...your face would still heat up from all the affection and attention he gave you, even after so many years. Really there was no reason for you not to be romantically interested in him. So you left it at that, unsure but you wouldn't mind if he wanted to begin officially dating.

💜

After a couple months Josuke grew tired and decided if he couldn't see you outside the house, then nobody could. He eventually convinced you to work from home, saying things like, "Y'know if I'm not there I can't protect you." And "Don't you remember how weird people can be?" For a moment you thought that maybe Josuke was being overprotective, you were an adult now, you could take care of youself. But another part of you thought he was right... You trusted him with everything in your heart, he knew you better than anyone else, he was just looking out for you.

He began feeling more at ease knowing that you were 98% safer now since you were home when he wasn't with you. He still felt like he couldn't breathe properly without you in the same room as him, but it was better than anyone else enjoying your presence.

💜

As a way to prevent you from growing bored of staying home for so long, he made sure you two went out to other places (mostly the park) when there was time. It was nice to know that even as an adult the park still gave you a sense of normalcy (something you were quickly losing while living with Josuke.) Even if he was quickly falling into the depths of his obsession, he was still so thoughtful when it came to you.

Something about walking the familiar path to your little spot was so nice. No matter how hectic life got, as long as you were able to walk along it with Josuke by your side, you'd always feel like everything would be okay.

"I've always loved being here, y'know? I feel like this is my other home as stupid as it may sound." You started as you stared out into the lightly clouded sky underneath a shaded bench. Josuke turned to you with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"It's not stupid, but I didn't know you liked it here so much. I kinda thought you'd get tired of it by now." He admitted. Sometimes you'd have a blank look on your face and it made him overthink, but really you were content, maybe even your happiest.

You let out a small laugh, "I don't think I'd ever get tired. It's too pretty here! The clouds always make me so happy...sometimes I wish we could be here all the time." A smile crept up to your lips and you glanced over to him. He met your eyes with everlasting adoration and reached out to place a hand on yours. You interlaced fingers and promptly looked away as your smile grew.

"You make being here so much nicer... You don't talk too much or talk too little and you know how to appreciate silence. I'm so glad I get to spend all this time with you, Josuke. I feel like...like this is how it was always meant to be. Just you and me, against the world!" You laughed and gave his hand a little squeeze, trying to hide the embarrassment you felt from sharing the last thought.

Josuke sat there looking at you, trying so hard to keep everything contained. You basically confessed to him, didn't you??? How could you say that and not expect him to think that you also loved him? This was it. This was the moment that made him realise it's been long enough for him to let you know how he really felt.

He simply agreed with you, that this was all fate and your conversation moved elsewhere. Your park date ended an hour or so later after you two decided to head back home and end the day with a movie night.

💜

For the rest of the day, your words plagued Josuke's mind. If he didn't confess soon, his heart would crack, and like a breaking dam all his love would drown you. He was worried about scaring you away but he knew deep down you'd stay by his side, especially after what you had said earlier.

So that night he planned to give you his confession, and with it his heart, whether you wanted it or not.

💗

You were about to go to bed after having finished the movie when Josuke grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned back and were about to question him but the look in his eyes kept you quiet.

"I'm in love with you, I think I've loved you ever since we were kids but only realized it in highschool...but these feelings- these feelings, they've just kept growing and growing and growing all this time" He reached for your other hand and delicately intertwined your fingers with his. "I can't take it anymore, the longer I keep all this inside me, the more I feel like I'll go crazy. All I can ever think about is you and how much you mean to me and how I need to be with you all the time." His breathing grew unsteady and you could hear the desperation climbing up his throat. "I want you to be mine...and I wanna be yours." He spoke softly but there was an unmistakable seriousness in his tone. He fixed his eyes on yours as he poured his heart out to you. It felt like he was staring into your very soul and you got a taste of the overwhelming, sickly sweet feelings he held for you. His eyes were so intense and darker than normal, you felt like the longer you gazed into them you'd begin to drown in all that love.

His confession made your heart flutter, hell it even made the skin on your face burn up like crazy. You never expected him to say something so....endearing? You were almost in shock, but of course the guy who doesn't want you spending time alone with anyone but him is in love with you.

You'd been friends this long and you two have already been crossing the boundaries of a normal friendship, why not accept his feelings? And you already told yourself if he ever said anything that you'd go with it, so that's what you did.

"I love you too."

His eyes lit up with something unrecognizable and he pulled you into a tight hug, making your body freeze at the sudden intense contact.

"I'm so happy. To finally hear you say it back... I love you so much." he mumbled into your shoulder. "I love you more than you could ever know, [y/n]."

All you could do was hug him back and try to contain a large smile but ultimately fail. You had a feeling this wasn't normal. You've been aware that the things he'd done may not have been completely normal for a while now, but you couldn't help but love his unhealthy feelings for you. It almost made you feel guilty.

You never understood why you were the one he loved so deeply, even after he explained, but you couldn't care when his arms always wrapped around you so lovingly. He made you feel so many things you've never experienced before and you loved it. The way he seemed to remember every single thing about you, got you the most thoughtful gifts, and how every time he touched you it was so sweet and gentle. All the heartwarming little things he'd say to you, and only you, they gave you butterflies and made your heart swell so much. He gave you all the attention no one else could ever give to you, and you were possibly obsessed with it as much as he was obsessed with you...

Josuke finally let you go after what felt like forever but gave you a look like he still had something he wanted. He broke eye contact and his lips turn up into an awkward smile, your expression turning to one of slight confusion.

"You're so cute, y'know? Sometimes when I look at you, and you give me that weird look, I just wanna kiss every inch of your face and see that pretty smile of yours." Your eyes widened and you felt your heart bloom further.

"You're too much, Josuke. I don't know if I can handle you being so...uh" You looked away to hide your growing smile but it didn't do much. He was absolutely ecstatic to see he had such an effect on you, seeing you smile so widely was all he ever needed.

"You are so cute."

--- I've reread this so many times to ensure it was as perfect as I could make it but I always thought there could be something worded better each time and at that rate I never would've posted this. I feel like this is kinda all over the place and I apologize if the writing is awkward at some points, this went on a lot longer than I intended. Yan josuke is so fun to write though. Also sorry for the strange/abrupt end, I had no idea how to end it.

#josuke higashikata x reader #josuke x reader #yandere josuke x reader #yandere josuke #yandere jjba #yandere x reader #josuke x you #josuke higashitaka #josuke x y/n #jjba x gn reader #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #Yandere josuke x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #tw yandere #yandere x gn reader #I still won't write kissing

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ophelian-darling · 7 months

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Prompta 94 + 38 with noriyaki kakyoin. He's ready captured you and confessed his love to you and you're still trying to get used to your new home.

"I'm the only one who can understand you"

"You're adorable when you're asleep"

TW: Isolation, Obsession, Implied Stalking and kidnapping, delusional thoughts.

Word Count : 1.3k words.

enjoy ♡

"Smile for me!"

It's been weeks- at least in your perception. There are certain thoughts of obscurity that gnaw your brain, the effect of Noriaki present even in the scatters of your mind's rambles: Time has no existence except that of the imagination, the more our thinking daubs with life colors, the more we get old. The clouds behind the window marched in a Foggy lane; so dreadful with a beauty of its own.

"Everything is beautiful! our eyes just can't see the bewitching charm of it. it's the human eye that is ugly"

Noriaki would chatter for hours about everything and nothing. Clutching a brush and standing in front of a canvas, aimlessly coloring a homely sketch in a passion of a Picasso yet in the skill of the Austrian painter, an opinion that God forbid if you shared to him no matter how he insisted you to. Better leave him to swim in a warm sea of his own illusions if it meant that you're out of any disturbing antics he would present.

A first look at him would tell no secret about the madness veining through him; it's just an introverted classmate with an amateur hobby of painting, someone who isn't recognizable in any way or form. Anyone who sees him scribbling on a paper would think that he's just recording notes for a class, while he is lining a crimson billet-doux. They would think he was fulfilling his class cleaning duty in the evening, while he was wiping the violent evidence of his crimes. They thought he was a sweet boyfriend to walk his lover home, while he was-

"What are you thinking of, Dollface?"

"Uh-" Instinctively changing your position as you uttered a faux-casual 'nothing', you realized that you were staring through a skylight window for too long, perhaps forgetting (or ignoring?) him as he ordered you to smile. quickly, you put your lips curves to a height that felt awkward, a smile of a rushed family photo. He hummed in response, seemingly buying it so as to complete his 'Masterpiece' (using his words).

"I'm almost done, I can't wait for you to see it"

"I'm so excited to see it!" you lied, the family photo smile still plastered on your face.

"This is the best thing I've ever drawn so far" He smiled, cheerfully eyeing your resting figure on the chair "I wanted to paint you in full coloring for so long, and now I'm glad I got the chance to finally do it"

Just at your left, a wall stood still, dozens of haste sketches hanging on, some semi-completed, others either barely spilled any effort or neglected at their prime, jittery lineaments in dark pencil. You could tell that Noriaki was frustrated with them: they never matched the tableau vivant he carved in his mind's eye; yet they somehow ended up being useful enough to have the honor to be remembered and kept.

Leisurely, the corners of the house engraved themselves in your memory corridors, so was the daily script of life here: days mimed each other, Noriaki's smiles split into thousands of colors, yet his eyes were ever the same as fake greens; none of them held any normalcy or spontaneity, just faux calmness. In the morning, you both wake up- He's the first to rise from bed, rattling you awake before having breakfast together. His tongue flows when the sun shines, he talks and speaks and laughs and chatters nineteen to the dozen, his voice very clear in your anamnesis yet his words hazy. as your teacup hangs between your thumb and index finger, you focus on the movement of his lips and nod at whatever letter he throws. As the ether discolor into cinnabar, his room is solely altered to be a temple honoring you: poems, paintings and pictures wallpapered the small room in a morbid show of attachment. When the moon is crowned in the sky with stars, The jar of cogitation breaks, and Noriaki would animate his dreams of a family and a blithe life, framing you and him in one iridescent cadre, until the heavy curtain of dreamless slumber falls on your eyes.

"I'm done!" He announced happily "Come take a look"

You stood up, blood circulating again through the muscles of your backside and thighs. Of course, sitting for two hours in a stiff position to please the Mr.Artist was nowhere of an exertion near his. You just have to sit and look pretty, he would argue.

"It's the best ever! I'm really proud of this one. I've been thinking about making it real for so long, and it's as perfect as I imagined!" The palette in his left hand moved with each word, intonating his speech. He surely was excited- you never got a reaction so enthusiastic from him.

You kept your smile, looking at the product of two hours in front of you.

A dark line rimmed a color that seemed like your skin tone, vigor lines on what you assumed to be the head pastiched your hair, proving even more how much of blind digits he had. The eyes of your own face were closed, an expression you never felt or recognized on your features layered your replica on the canvas. it was what a crow would caw compared to what a nightingale would chant.

"So?" He waited for your approval.

Life with Noriaki taught you a massively important key skill: Lying. your lips curve up, your vocal cords silken as the lie rolls down your tongue "It's really beautiful!" you reach up to his face and kiss his cheek as a 'thank you for bothering yourself to appreciate my beauty'. He basked in your validation and demanded it almost always.

"But I'm kinda curious, why did you draw my eyes closed?" you noticed his smile shift from a saccharine one to egoistic.

"You know you're already cute right? yet not genuinely" He stared at the painting, carrying on "I think that honesty suits your face best. I know that you didn't like the painting, and I know that you never liked any of my sketches or anything I ever made for you" His lips merged into a thin line, a gray flicker flashing in his irises. coolly, he continued "You have that stupid fake kindness about you, you don't want to hurt my feelings, and I hate pressing you to tell me your honest thoughts. I feel like at this point you treat me like a fucking toddler, you encourage and say sugary things to please me… you constantly lie to me to make me happy, and as much as this is caring, it bothers me"

Your lips sewed themselves.

"But I found a way. I memorize everything about you every single day, I came to know you more and more. isn't this sweet, My lovely eye candy? I get to understand you better! Now I know just too well about you! Now I'm the only one who can understand you"

Four eyes widened, two out of pure shock, others out of an unfamiliar emotion, something that sounded like a pink Mania.

"And to answer your question, I realized why I love looking at you sleeping… I couldn't put my finger on it for a year, but the more I see the more I fathom it: you're most vulnerable when you're asleep… all appealing and appetizing and too pure to commit the crime of lying so glibly and beautifully… slumber has just a nice touch on your face, You're truly adorable when you're asleep"

Thinking has no time to course within your brain. The head of his brush was smudged back in a crimson mix of colors, taking a clot of red and sullying the white canvas, just above the head of your painting.

"Let's see how honest I can make you"

All red, a human Masterpiece of his.

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cherrys-side-bitch · 1 year

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Relationship headcanons for my bbg, Risotto Nero??

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

gn! reader, fluff

Note: I fucking died reading this request

Risotto has very little experience in romantic relationships. Due to his duties as a capo, he hasn't had the time to pursue a relationship. Even if he did, he would likely end up just putting him in danger due to his position in Passione.

Because of this, you'd likely have to be not only part of Passione but also part of his squad to not only have him acknowledge you but also have a fighting chance of pursuing any kind of relationship with him, romantic or otherwise.

When you are in a relationship with him, it's weird. As previously mentioned, since Risotto doesn't have any relationship experience, it's difficult for him to know what to do. He isn't used to any of this, and you’ll have you help ease him into things.

He almost always comes home late at night after working all day. You're often already in bed, either waiting for him or asleep when he gets home.

Don't get him wrong, Risotto feels bad that he can't spend more time with you, but he's extremely busy with work. He tries to make it up to you, laying with you in the morning until he has to leave, holding you close while you tell him anything on your mind, bringing home small trinkets that remind him of you, etc.

Suppose you're part of La Squadra; it makes his day much more manageable but equally stressful. Sure, he can see you at almost any point of the day, but he has to deal with the thought of you possibly getting injured or worse during a mission. For this reason, more often than not, if you have a mission, it's with him, so he knows you're safe at all times.

Additionally, if you're part of La Squadra, he will often ask you to accompany him to his office if you aren't in the middle of something. Risotto doesn't mind if you do your own thing. He prefers to have you in the room with him as he works on paperwork. If you ask, he might even let you sit in his lap.

If you can't accompany him in his office and he isn't feeling particularly motivated, he has a photo of you on his desk to help him finish the work. “The quicker I get this done, the quicker I can see them.” mentality.

On another note, if you're particularly affectionate, Risotto needs time to get used to it. Since he's been in the mafia for so long, it's made the feeling of affection foreign to him. Even when he does get used to your love, he won't ask for you to give him attention, viewing it as more of a gift than a requirement. Though he does, whether intentionally or not, drop subtle hints that he is craving your touch.

Though depending on how stressful his day was, he may initiate it by either pulling you into a hug and laying his head on your shoulder or resting his head on your lap.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

#jjba x gn reader #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #risotto nero x reader #jjba risotto #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jjba fluff #x gn reader #relationship headcanons #writing #request

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loving-mista · 1 year

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asking them what would they do if you died (team bucciarati angst (?)) pt 1 of 2 (bruno abbachio fugo)

being in the passione death is almost always inevitable, but how would your partner react to you asking them such a question

an: part 2 with narancia mista and gio will be up soon!

Bruno Bucciarati

you both were just lying down in each other's arms on your shared bed after a mission; you were looking at the injuries you both sustained during it and it really made you think.

"Caro, I have a question"

"what is it amore" he sat up your worried tone caught his attention

he saw the way you began to fidget with your fingers, how you were trying to gather up the courage to ask your question

he rested a hand on your shoulder and gave you a kiss on your head giving you the reassurance you needed

"what would you do if one day, I don't make it back from a mission"

he froze. he had never thought about that

as much as he hated to admit it the idea of you not coming back to him crushed him more than words could describe

to say Bruno would be devastated was an understatement whatever emotion he'd feel after not seeing you again was far worse than that.

"Amore mia if I were to lose you, i'd lose the only thing that brings hope and light to my life"

the tears welling up in his eyes along with his response were enough to make you cry

after that bruno goes on almost every mission with you, your question also made him realize that you both need to spend more time together because you never know then it would be the last

leone abbachio

you both were just hanging out when you asked him

"leone, what would you do if i don't make it back from a mission one day"

the question stopped him in his tracks; he immediately thought back to his previous partner

he couldn't handle a loss like that again, just thinking about it broke his heart

he stayed quiet for a few long seconds, he was trying to find the words that could describe it

yet his mind still lingered with the thought of him never being able to see you again

"ah nevermind its a stupid-"

he cut you off, his arms around you his chest along your back

it caught you by surprise considering he isn't the type to show affection like that

he rested his head on your shoulder and whispered to you

"cara if i ever lose you, id lose myself you mean that much to me"

he was crying now you wouldnt see but you can tell because of how his voice was breaking

you spent the rest of the day in eachothers arms

since then abbachio has been more openly affectionate.

Pannacotta Fugo

you were both patrolling the streets when you asked him

"hey fugo, if i ever dont make it back from a mission what yould you do"

this question caught him off guard, fugos face went serious

he had stopped his his tracks

"i'd kill the bastardo who did it, for taking away one of the few people i care about, one who brings sunshine to my dark days; i love you far to much to lose you"

his response brought tears to your eyes

fugo meant every word of it, he loves you way to much to lose you you mean the world to him

you've taught him so much you even helped him with his anger issues

if he lost you he would never forgive himself for letting it happen

since then you notice that fugo has been trying to show his appreciation for you more often especially with affection

#jjba narancia #narancia x reader #fugo #fugo x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno x reader #team bucciarati #jjba x gn reader #goldenwind #vento aureo #jojonokimyounabouken #jojos #jojosbizarreadventures #jjba angst #jjba x reader angst #fugo headcanons #bruno headcanons #jojo abbacchio #leone abacchio

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c-nstellati-ns · 1 year

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Which characters think NNN is stupid, who would try it and fail immediately, who'd try it and fail towards the end, and who'd make it?

oh baby this is the one

Who'd try and fail immediately?

❥ — Kars, Caesar, Polnareff, Joseph, Dio, Hol Horse, Mista, Gyro, Diego, Anasui, Akira, Steely Dan, Melone, Daniel J. D'Arby.

Who'd try and fail towards the end?

❥ — Diavolo, Esidisi, Santana, Johnny, Rohan, Kakyoin, Abbacchio, Josuke, Formaggio, Illuso, Vanilla Ice, Cioccolata, Risotto, Gappy.

Who'd pull through?

❥ — Wham, Jotaro, Avdol, Pucci, Weather Report, Kira, Bruno, Doppio, Ghiaccio, Prosciutto, Jonathan, Speedwagon, Terence T. D'Arby, N'Doul.

*if they're highlighted red, they had a particularly hard time with this challenge.

#achilles' thirsts ⭐#sub jjba #jjba smut #jjba thirsts #jjba x reader #jjba x male reader #jjba x gn reader

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keroanya · 1 year

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I’m really thinking about fostering cats with risotto, I literally cannot get this out of my mind :-(

Imagine coming home after a long day at work to see this big, beefy man with three little kittens napping on his chest. When one starts moving a little too quickly he’s quick to (quietly) scold them and place them back on his chest.

When you mention it, he definitely gets a little embarrassed at first, but doesn’t physically show it. He says something along the lines of “you didn’t see that” or “don’t tell anyone about this.”

If you ever manage to snap a few pictures of him with the kittens, 100% make sure to send them to the rest of La Squadra. Prosciutto would have a bit of a laugh at it, and most likely wouldn’t mention it again. Pesci and Melone would definitely believe the pictures were adorable, and beg Risotto the next time they see him to bring in some of the kittens.

And he complies. He brings in a litter of 5 kittens for La Squadra (minus Formaggio because of the bottle instance), and they all have their little cat time.

For once the hideout is actually calm and quiet. Ghiaccio is preoccupied with his kitten that he quickly stole from the bunch, and seemingly growls at whoever happens to get too close to the kitten. Prosciutto was weary at first as he didn’t want to get cat hair everywhere, but after Pesci brought over one of the kittens, he stuck to silently enjoying the little fluffball’s company.

Risotto was decently surprised at how the group handled the kittens, and even offered Ghiaccio a chance at adopting the kitten he was guarding at the end of the day. He instantly accepted, even going as far as asking to adopt the kittens mother.

Upon returning home, Risotto cannot keep his mouth shut about how well the day was. He mentions bringing the kittens becoming a weekly thing, or inviting the group to visit the cat room. You’re unsure, more preoccupied with listening to Risotto talk so much, not really paying attention to what exactly he’s saying.

#jojo x reader #jjba x reader #vic writes #jjba #jjba x yn #jjba x gn reader #jjba x y/n #jjba fanfic #jjba pt 5 #risotto nero x reader #risotto nero

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hunk-v2 · 7 months

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This first request is kicking me in the ass because my writing is long-winded and I've only gotten through the first character but guess what..? NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?? NEVER GIVE UP!!!! (I'm dying)

#one piece x male reader #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #jjba x male reader #jjba x reader #jjba x gn reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x gn!reader #resident evil x reader #x male reader #x reader #x gn reader

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blackswan7x · 6 months

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— jjba: being intimate with Jonathan Joestar

characters: Jonathan Joestar, gender neutral reader

rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.

Imagine…

….the warm glow of a fireplace being the only source of light in a dark room.

You’re lying on the plush rug surrounded by soft blankets and pillows.

And Jonathan is on top of you as you make love.

He’s slow and sensual in his movements.

The only sound is the crackle of the fireplace and of both your moans of pleasure.

He’s strong and powerful with his thrusts, but ever aware not to hurt you.

You marvel at how such a gorgeous behemoth of a man can be so gentle and tender.

He whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

He calls you his beloved.

He calls you his angel.

You’ve never felt more wonderful.

Never felt so adored and cherished as when he finally falls apart and moans your name into the night.

#jonathan joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jonathan joestar x you #jojo part 1 #jjba phantom blood #jojo x reader #jojo x y/n #jojo x you #jjba x male reader #jjba x gn reader #gn reader #jonathan joestar x gn reader

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 6 months

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💫JJBA💫

Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar ➳

...

Robert E. O. Speedwagon ➳

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Dio Brando ➳

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🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar ➳

Suzie Q's Brother Reader (hc) ♂️

...

Ceasar Anthonio Zeppeli ➳

Suzie Q's Brother Reader (hc) ♂️

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Kars ➳

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Esidisi ➳

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Wamuu ➳

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Santana ➳

...

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Stardust Crusaders

Kujo Jotaro ➳

...

Joseph Joestar ➳

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Muhammad Advol ➳

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Kakyoin Noriaki ➳

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Jean Pierre Polnareff ➳

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Hol Horse ➳

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DIO ➳

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Diamond is Unbreakable

Higashikata Josuke ➳

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Koju Jotaro ➳

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Nijimura Okuyasu ➳

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Kishibe Rohan ➳

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Tonnio Trussardi ➳

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Kira Yoshikage ➳

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💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎

Golden Wind

Giorno Giovanna ➳

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Bruno Bucciarti ➳

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Leone Abbacchio ➳

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Guido Mista ➳

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Narancia Ghirga ➳

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Pannacotta Fugo ➳

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Vinegar Doppio ➳

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Diavolo ➳

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Risotto Nero ➳

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Formaggio ➳

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Illuso ➳

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Prosciutto ➳

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Pesci ➳

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Melone ➳

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Ghiaccio ➳

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Sorbet ➳

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Gelato ➳

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💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

Stone Ocean

Enrico Pucci ➳

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🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

Steel Ball Run

Johnny Joestar ➳

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Gyro Zeppeli ➳

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Diego Brando ➳

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Funny Valentine ➳

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🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.•°•.🐇.

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banzaitaka · 1 year

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Can i request jojos from part 1 to 5 having a s/o thats basically like childe( tartaglia) from genshin impact?

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I feel like I've seen smore (genshin character) like reader than any other ogrids0fgou not a bad thing, just an observation

jgfodsijgfoid watch me regret making this into scenarios dsijfosjf M sorry, Josuke and Giorno barely got any sentences, so I decided to cut them out

(1) Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

TW: tiny mention of blood in Joseph's & Jotaro's part

Jonathan Joestar x gn! reader

Joseph Joestar x gn! reader

Jotaro Kujo x gn! reader

Family

Someone could list off all dark traits about you, all the violence, all the mischief, all betrayal, and still, Jonathan would look at you with eyes that hold nothing, but love. He believes actions don't determine good or bad, but instead the reasoning behind them, as well as the person's feelings. A thief isn't automatically a bad person, for example, they might be starving or try to save someone with medicine.

He didn't see any reason to put you with the bad people. While your ways might seem kind of...unnecessarily brutal at times, what's in your heart has become clear to him. The way you care for your family...the first time he witnessed you playing with a relative way younger than you, he could feel his heart melt. Jonathan did not hesitate to agree to play along with the image you put up infront of your family. After all, you do it to keep them safe, to keep them happy and with no worries.

Although, he does talk to you about it from time to time. Because on the other side, even though your intentions cause no direct harm towards them, they're your family. And they deserve to know what your're going through. For your sake as well. But he is in no place to tell you what to do, hence why he plays along and only ever gives you little nudges.

The lenghts you go to protect your family is admirable to him and he would not hesitate to jump in to assist if it was ever needed. After all, you would do the same.

Trick Up Your Sleeve

"(Y/N)!!"

Joseph was watching you crash into a wrecked hut, a good distance away. Ceasar was doing his best to hold him back from barging in your direction, "Don't involve yourself, it's (Y/N) battle to fight!" Grinding his teeth, the brunette continued to stare, eyes looking for you. He knew this fight was personal, part of your duty, and something you genuinely enjoyed, but he wouldn't dare letting you get hurt beyond repair.

Your enemy panted, forcing out a chuckle, "Got you at last..."

That's when the wodden planks of the hut started to shake, light illuminating through the gaps. They gasped, almost choking on the blood in their mouth. You broke free with a roar, sending the planks flying in all directions. Joseph's breath got caught in his throat. He took in your form...You were much bigger, looking almost inhuman with the mask planted on your face. Was this really you??

"What the hell is going on!?"

"It's the last trick up their sleeve.", Ceasar explained calmly, finally letting go of the other, "I don't know the details myself, only that they rarely actually use it."

Your enemy was frozen from shock, all the color left their face. They could barely hold themself up from all the blows they already recieved. And you...You looked perfectly fine, steadily walking up to them while drawing your weapon once again.

It was over.

"What the heck was that thing you were doing!? Why didn't you tell me about that before!? I'm your boyfriend! You gotta tell me!", Joseph was all over you, kneeling beside the couch you were laying on. You were still feeling extremely drained, but you stopped panting at least, "You don't just reveal your biggest weapon.", you replied with a smug smile. Joseph pouted, leaning closer to your face, "Then how does Ceasar know about it?"

You chuckled, "We've known eachother for years. He saw me use it maybe three times in total? Really, it's nothing personal, buddy."

The brunette crossed his arms as he leaned back again, "I guess it was a cool plot twist.", he grinned, "Just wait, I'll leave you surprised, absolutely baffled next time we face a foe!" And it became a challenge to both.

Violence

While this is not the language Jotaro prefers to speak, violence plays a huge part on the mission to save his mother. And you, his partner, happen to speak that language fluently. You've been dubbed bloodthirsty by numerous students in your school, leaving those who only knew you by your less dark side in confusion.

Your fight spirit paired with your experiences gives Jotaro enough reason to be able to depend on you. You could control yourself when you needed, and knew when you could let loose to dispose of your enemies quick. You were on a time schedule after all.

The sound of your panting used to be foreign to your boyfriend, but he grew acustomed to it during the trip to egypt. The joy on your face was an odd sight, giving the situation. He managed to look past that, however. He knew you cared. You chuckled as you looked up to him from your position on the floor, "That was quite fun, wasn't it?"

Instead of answering you, he let himself sink to the floor next to you, and let you lean against him. A sigh fell from your lips as silence was about to arise, "I know this is different from what you used to see from me. I mean- more extreme.", you tilted your head to look up at him again, "Do you still want to be with me?"

Jotaro glanced at you from out of the corner of his eye, "You should rest and wipe the blood off your face."

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