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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

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

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

Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to.

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, don’t stop.”

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

“D—Don Giovanna—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 29 days

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Jotaro Kujo — kakyoin's amusement

cw: nothing rlly, jotaro kujo is bad at feelings tag

an: inspired by that tiktok audio of when he sees me lol

Always being on the move with barely any breaks and with enemies at every turn has left Kakyoin with little to no entertainment. Of course, he doesn't mind, even if he's already starting to miss his NES.

Fortunately for the red-head teenager, it seems that the Gods have heard his prayers and have blessed him with a new source of entertainment, exclusive front-row seats that only he is the audience of, said entertainment being the hidden feelings between you and Jotaro.

Well, it's not really hidden—you're both aware of your feelings, just not each other's. And being the only other teenager left, the two of you ran to Kakyoin to rant about your feelings.

And just the admissions alone was already absolutely amusing.

You were the first to admit your feelings.

It was still early on the journey, and Kakyoin was tasked to retrieve tickets with Jotaro, but he found that the teen had already gone on without him. Shrugging it off, Kakyoin opted to enjoy his stay and make the most of the hotel amenities instead.

He found himself in the pool area, and much to his surprise, he caught you in one of the beach chairs on the poolside. Feeling his eyes on you, you wave him over, and he approaches you to sit on the beach chair adjacent to yours.

It was quiet, and Kakyoin racked his brain for anything to say. Eventually, he opens up the conversation with one of the obscure facts he knows off the top of his head.

Thankfully, you responded in kind, and the conversation flowed easily from there. Your conversation bounced from one thing to another before eventually, the both of you settled in comfortable silence while laying back on your respective beach chairs.

It was a bit sudden for Kakyoin, but he'd be lying if he said he was surprised when you suddenly admitted it.

"I think I like him...." You spoke, suddenly breaking the silence between you and the red-headed teen. Kakyoin glances at you, and he can see you feeling a bit embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Hm..." Kakyoin hums in response before adding with a noticeable teasing lilt in his voice. "Who? Polnareff?"

"Yes, of course. Because I want a grown man." You respond sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you look at him, watching his lips turn up to an amused smirk. "I'm talking about Mr. Joestar, obviously."

"Right, my mistake." Kakyoin matched your energy, the both of you sharing a chuckle, before he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze.

"So, Jotaro, huh?"

Kakyoin's smirk widens at the sudden smitten look on your face just from the mention of the name, and he's 99% positive that you don't even realize it.

"Yeah..." You sigh, one that reminds him of a hopeless romantic protagonist of romcoms he's seen his parents watch before. "I mean, can you blame me? Going through all these troubles just for his mom? How he jumped to save that kid without hesitation? And that face of his isn't helping."

"Honestly? I can't say I'm surprised." Kakyoin responds to your small rant, his voice soft and comforting. He sees your lips part, looking at him in slight panic, and he cuts you off before you can even speak.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks, Kakyoin."

"Mhm. Thank you for trusting me with this."

On the other hand, it took Jotaro quite a while before he admitted it—both to himself and to his friend.

After a long day of fighting the menace that was Steely Dan and a long day of traveling, they ended up in another hotel. As usual, Jotaro and Kakyoin ended up sharing a room, and you ended up getting separated from them with your very own room.

It was a really long day for both teenagers; both were drained and worn out, with Kakyoin mentally exhausted from exerting the effort to manifest his stand in a much smaller form and Jotaro both mentally and physically drained after all the beating he took earlier in the day.

"I should've beaten him up more." Jotaro groans from his bed, making Kakyoin turn to look at him, a brow raised.

"Steely Dan? You ended up hating him that much?" Kakyoin responds before leaning on his elbows, still lying on the bed. "How bad are the things he did to you when we left you with him?"

"That's not the issue. I've already made him pay for what he did to me." Jotaro responds, before shooting up from his bed, removing his hat, and placing it on the shared nightstand between their beds, running a hand through his hair.

"But...." Jotaro trails off, and Kakyoin sits up on his bed as well, raising his brow even more.

Jotaro grumbled something under his breath, and Kakyoin could swear he heard your name amongst the words the other teen grumbled.

Kakyoin repeats your name, and Jotaro faces Kakyoin, his gaze hardened.

"What about them?" Kakyoin asks curiously.

"I can't easily forgive him for the shit he did to them."

Kakyoin is quite surprised by his words and how genuine they sound. His gaze darts to his friend's face, his scowl deeper than usual, a vein almost popping on his temple. Jotaro's exhaustion must be making him slip his composure, his emotions taking hold of his exhausted mind.

"What did he do?"

"He grabbed them. Right. in front. of. me." Jotaro scowls, his jaw clenched tightly. "Grabbed onto their arm so tightly like they were his."

Kakyoin blinks at that, his eyes widening slightly. No.. that expression on Jotaro's face.. it wasn't annoyance. Not completely...

"Held their chin to make them look at him. His face was so damn close to theirs, I would've punched him right then and there if it wasn't for the old man."

Definitely not annoyance. It's jealousy.

"I could feel Star Platinum just about ready to make him regret being born, and I had to actively hold him back." Jotaro finishes his mini-rant with a deep, annoyed sigh, his eyes darting over to look at Kakyoin.

It was Jotaro's turn to look confused at the amused grin on Kakyoin's face, a knowing look in his lavender gaze, making Jotaro's brows scrunch in confusion as he looks at his friend.

"The hell are you smiling about?" Jotaro asks bluntly with a deep scowl, "Didn't you hear a thing I just said?"

"I think you're the one who didn't hear what you just said, Jotaro." Kakyoin responds amusedly, his grin not faltering even under the scrutinizing gaze of Jotaro Kujo.

"What are you blabbering about?"

"Think back to your words, Jotaro. You're not stupid."

Jotaro paused for a while, running a hand through his already messy hair at his friend's cryptic behavior. He was already exhausted and pissed off; he didn't need any more of Kakyoin's bullshit—still, curiously, Jotaro did as he was asked.

Kakyoin's amused smile slowly widens along with Jotaro's eyes slowly widening in realization as he plays his own words back in his mind. His surprised gaze turned to look at Kakyoin.

"Are you suggesting....?" Jotaro trails off with a hiss. "Fuck off."

"I'm not even saying anything."

"Don't think about it. I'd rather eat my socks."

"Oh?"

"Don't look at me like—" Jotaro sighs. "It's not like that,"

"But it is," Kakyoin insists with a raised brow and a smirk, "Isn't it?"

Jotaro didn't even respond this time, looking away from his friend's teasing gaze as his own landed on his bed sheets. Kakyoin could see the dust of pink on the other teen's cheeks the more he remained silent, and that was already enough of a response to him.

"God fucking damnit." Jotaro curses under his breath at the realization, letting out a deep sigh as he glares at his sheets. Kakyoin remained silent as he let Jotaro think about his newfound feelings.

Eventually, Jotaro turns his head to look at Kakyoin, the usual calm, cold, neutral look on his face as his ocean gaze stares through his lavender ones.

"Turn away for a bit." Was all Jotaro said. Confused, Kakyoin did as he was told, turning his back to Jotaro and looking at the wall beside his bed.

Suddenly, Kakyoin jumps slightly in surprise.

Jotaro is screaming.

It's muffled, probably by his pillows and his sheets, and it probably wasn't loud enough to be heard outside their room, but loud enough to surprise Kakyoin.

It didn't take long before he heard a deep breath and then silence.

"Good night," Jotaro spoke nonchalantly, and Kakyoin swiftly turned, but Jotaro was already on his side, back turned towards the red-head who was only blinking at him in a mix of amusement and surprise.

"Also, don't tell anyone about this."

"Aye, aye, captain."

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ophelian-darling · 7 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings.

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side.

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love.

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?!

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart.

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster.

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you.

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl!

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love!

- How annoying you are.

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they?

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave.

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nicherayyy · 8 months

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Different anon, but what about bucci gang with a child! South Park! Reader? Abbachio gonna need a lot of wine.

literally Abbachio's personal hell

TW: average South Park experience

Bucci Gang x South Park! Child Reader

Okay so we already know how La Squadra would react

But Bucci Gang? Ohhh, another story

Bless Bruno's heart to be honest

He tries his best just to not lose his shit around you

He's managing

Well, somehow

Bruno just wants you to have a normal childhood :(

And your stories back from South Park

Let's just say he wasn't impressed

More like concerned about your mental health

A cuss word is a big no in this house

(Well, unless Bruno can't hear you)

Your cussing problem is his second biggest issue with you

"SHIT"

"LANGUAGE"

But he's patient with you. As much as he can be.

But Leone is not that patient

First it was type of "why would we take another child into the team" shock, then it was "how are you still alive" shock

Tries to avoid you at some point

Just no. Not today.

Is not impressed with your stories back from South Park either

And how randomly you just say that

Plus your sassiness

He hates it.

Tried to be closer to you especially because Bruno asked him but he just can't manage, for now at least

But it's not like you don't have your special bonding moments

Leone even laughed at your joke once

You're still proud about it

Giorno, just like Bruno, is concerned about your mental health

He knows how some bad treatment can influence a kid

So he really wants to dig deep into your behaviour

It's just no way a kid can be this feral

Talks with you a lot

He just likes to hear your opinion about stuff (even if you find that stuff boring)

"What do you think is a goal of humanity?"

"Ending this stupid philosophy quiz. Seriously dude, I just woke up"

Mista thinks you're hilarious

The way you're behaving is just so funny to him

And of course you get along well

Just don't tell Bruno that he cusses around you sometimes

Likes to hang out with you a lot

Movie nights, car rides, you name it

He enjoys your company that much

His little buddy in crime

He'll get you matching shirts

Fugo can't stand you

Everyone just tries to keep him as far as it's possible from you

They just know better.

And they know the price they will pay if they let you two in the same room

His anger issues is just too much to handle you

Maybe you could find the common ground someday, who knows

Narancia is your other buddy

Of course you sometimes scare him

But meh, he can handle it

Of course he thinks that most of your stories from your life in South Park is a joke

Cause there's just no way that someone would make your friend a part of a human centipede just because he didn't read the rules of usage on his phone

"Oh my god, your imagination don't have limits"

"Imagination???"

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dollwrites · 6 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( service top ), power bottom!dio, pegging, restraints, degradation, masturbation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+

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

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eighteen [ dio brando + pegging ]

you could beg him all you wished.

you could scream and cry your please, masters until your throat was raw, and you choked on the dryness of your own mouth, but he still wouldn’t give you any pleasure. he was determined to make you suffer, and suffer you were doing, exactly.

Dio elicits a soft, throaty chuckle at your pitiful whimper, and he tilts his head to one side, peering down at you. “My, my, is my little possession feeling entitled, today?”

the visage of him hunkered down over you, knees spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, was driving you insane. your blurry eyeline trails along the slick, rubber cock that disappears as he descends upon it with a symphony of breathy grunting accompanying the action, and you’re so envious. he takes the fake phallus akin to the way that you usually take his cock, and even from your position, flat on the bed with your arms bound to together at the wrists above your head, you could see the way the pinkish ring clenched around the toy as he fucked it.

“I love that look on your face.” Dio swoons, wrapping one mighty fist around his cock and pumping in merciless, rapid-fire strokes, while his other palm rests on one knee, and he bounces up and down on the toy strapped to your groin. “That envious look. You hate to watch me have all the fun, don’t you?” your master muses, a devious grin etching his lips over sharp, pearly fangs. “What’s the matter? Do you hate me for not letting you feel good, too? Do you want to curse your master for it?”

“N-no, master…” you whine, laying your head to the side, watching him use you, before you added in a soft, pathetic tone, “I just… am begging for you to touch me, too. Or, a-at the very least, let me touch y-you—“ your eyes glue themselves to the way he jerked himself off; you could offer a much softer, warmer grasp. hell, you would even let him spit on your hands until they were dripping, that way your grasp felt more like your drooling cunt.

Dio’s brows screwed into a distasteful scowl as he huffs, and reaches out to plant his free hand on your chest, instead. the power and weight behind the movement is enough to knock the breath from your lungs, and you croak in response, eyelids fluttering. “Do you think me so weak, little fuck slave, that you could bat your eyelashes and pout, and I would give you exactly what you wanted?” he didn’t wait for an answer, sneering, he leans closer, his hips rocking back and forth as he takes to toy to its hilt, and moans in satisfaction. “You want so badly to feel pleasure, too, but your master has no use for your sloppy hole today. I want to get fucked,” his harsh words and the disregard he holds for your own ecstasy adds fuel to the wicked eroticism of this moment— of your master using you for his own gratification. “And, if I have to tie you to the bed and strap a fake cock on you in order to get what I want, I will do so. And you will thank me, once again, for the opportunity to please me; it is a privilege not many are gifted.” his abysmal, razor like fingernails scrape at your chest, dragging along one, hardened nipple, threatening to break your skin, and you shudder. “Because you, my little piece of meat, are little more than furniture to me.”

your eyes roll back at that.

why did your pussy clench when he compared you to furniture?

had Dio Brando truly broken you to the point of getting off for him, even as he demeaned you, and reduced you to nothing of worth?

you gargle a moan, your back arching as if in hopes to drive the dildo deeper into him, but his weight crashes down on you, pinning you in place. “Master!” you cry out, tears in your eyes, as your core weeps for his attention. a flick of his finger, at the very least, underneath the leather harness. “Please! I am going mad!”

“Fuckable furniture.” the rough pad of his thumb scrapes against the slit on his broad, pink tip, before he thrusts himself into his hand, gripping and moaning, swirling his hips to feel every inch of the cock jammed inside of him. Dio throws his head back with a happy grunt. “And furniture doesn’t fucking move. Furniture doesn’t beg for attention when it is owed none. Furniture is silent and subservient, dearest fucktoy.”

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illubean · 5 months

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Hello! Could you write cuddling hcs for bucci gang?

Cuddling Headcanons

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

man I love the bucci gang so much :( I think p5 might be my fav even though the ending absolutely destroyed me

Warnings: none

Bruno Bucciarati

MOTHER

I think he likes the more traditional way of cuddling, you know face to face and stuff?

he likes to have one arm around your waist and the other stroking your hair (unless you're bald??)

if he's busy he doesn't mind having you in his lap while he works

one arm would be secured around your waist yet again while the other one writes away at whatever he's doing

if you fall asleep before he's finished, he would carry you to the bedroom and lay down with you

he kisses you on the forehead before apologizing for working so long :(

he tells you how much he loves you, even if you aren't awake to hear it

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio likes laying on your chest as a reminder you're still with him and that your heart is beating :((

he also likes it when you lay on his chest

he would hold you close and say something like "Hear that mia cara/mio caro? You will always be close to my heart"

IGBREOHGOHEO he's so D:

he likes to cuddle with you for comfort

this man has been through a lot, even though he's not big on pda in private he likes to be close to you as reassurance

(can you tell he's my personal fav)

Guido Mista

ah yes my favorite stinky man

first off make sure this guy showers before even thinking about cuddling with him unless you want to smell like man sweat

I think Mista likes cuddling any way he can rest a hand on your chest or ass

nothing inherently sexual, just a layer of extra affection

he likes being the big spoon so he can slip a hand in the front of your shirt

or when you lay on top of him so he can put his hands on your ass

he also likes being able to plant kisses on the top of your head

Narancia Ghirga

as previously stated in another piece, he's the biggest cuddle bug of the group

he likes laying in a position where he can wrap all his limbs around you like a sloth

or alternatively he lays sprawled out on top of you, giving you no means of escape

when he wants to cuddle he WILL get his cuddles

if you're busy, he doesn't care and will 100% come up to you and wrap himself around you

he would also whine about you not giving him enough attention

"c'monnn, forget the papers and come cuddle with me!"

he's not above sitting in your lap either

basically, when he's in a cuddly mood you're not getting rid of him <3

Fugo Pannacotta

another one who likes laying on your chest

or on your lap

he likes cuddling in a way where you can easily run your fingers through his hair

it's a nice way for him to cool down after something agitates him <3

he cuddles with you when he feels like he needs to relax

give him gentle head massages!!! it puts him at ease

you're his rock and he doesn't know what he'd do without you

Giorno Giovanna

honestly? it doesn't matter to him how you cuddle, as long as you're close to him

sometimes he needs a break from all the mafioso craziness, seeking you out for that break

it doesn't matter if you guys are laying on top of each other or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, Giorno just enjoys having you present <3

I think he likes to hold hands while cuddling

it makes him feel grounded and he forgets about all the stress of being a newly initiated don

Trish Una

she likes to sit up cuddled next to you underneath a blanket

like the stereotypical way couples do when watching movies

she likes resting her head on your shoulder with one of your arms wrapped around her <33

she likes cuddling with you when she's sleepy, whether that be laying down together or sitting next to each other on the train

another one who likes holding hands

though she probably won't outright say it, she's grateful to be this close to you

it makes her feel protected in the midst of all the "boss' daughter" shenanigans

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married-to-google-translater · 16 days

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I have an interesting idea. Reader is a friend of Jonathan, Dio tries to attract Reader but Reader rejects him because Jonathan told what Dio has done to him and Erina, which makes Dio surprised to see that Reader didn't fall for his charms but this makes Dio feel more obsessed with reader.

Dio Brando

Jonathan has a friend?

Well, not long if Dio can make a difference.

Dio has a "destroy my adopted brother's relationship" speedrun going on.

And you were going to destroy it.

Okay you were friends with Erina and Jonathan.

And you had heard stories about Dio's "nice" personality.

You didn't think much of it though.

Because Dio didn't show any interest in you.

At first, Dio would focus on destroying Erina and Jonathan's friendship.

Next would be the turn of you and Jonathan's friendship.

Dio tried to approach you with charm and kindness.

But you… weren't really interested.

Dio had never seemed like someone you could get along with.

So you would avoid him.

Dio wouldn't understand that.

This will make him try to hang out with you more.

Dio wouldn't take no for an answer.

Imagine if he tried to kiss you… and you punched him in the face.

Dio really doesn't know how to handle this.

You really can't get rid of him.

Even when he becomes a vampire.

Dio's obsession would still exist.

Maybe he should get a life XD

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bygiornogiovanna · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

If nobody noticed his troubles, he was safe.

But then you appeared.

And everything changed.

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

"Is everything alright, Jojo?"

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

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

It was driving him mad.

You were driving him mad.

You, whose kindness he envied.

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

You, who deserved the entire world and even more.

You, who were meant to be his.

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

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

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

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jjba #jjba x you #drabble #jotaro #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro #yandere jjba #yandere themes #jotaro kujo

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saerotonins · 10 months

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jotaro and boobies

ft. kujo jotaro x gn!reader (headcanons + scenario)

content warnings: 4taro, fluff, jotaro being a cute pookie, suggestive (? but just to be sure), reader has boobs, just some corny shit i decided to write, not beta read

wc: 1127

while i definitely agree that he's a thigh man, he appreciates boobies too!

any size, any kind, his hands WILL fit

sometimes or most of the time it's not even sexual, he just likes to touch them because he likes the feel of them

a free stress ball for him if you will

at this point your bras are useless, what's the point of having them when his hands are RIGHT THERE

would be willing to be your bra if he could tbh

he's kinda obsessed with them and would be glad if you're down to prance around your shared apartment with no top on

on a particularly really stressful day, he just wants to lay his hands on your boobies and call it a day

maybe squish them but not too much

would probably fall asleep while he holds them

the hold he has on them is really comfortable, this man's hands are the perfect cups (hah, see what i did there, ok bye)

jotaro came home later than usual due to some deadlines that he had to catch from office. while this is not unusual, today is particularly draining for him since his research partner decided to be more difficult than they were before.

"you're still awake," was the first thing he said the moment he entered the door. the sight before him is welcoming and cozy. with you sitting comfortably on the couch with your pajamas and socks and the comforter hanging around really made you look inviting. immediately, he somehow felt his shoulders lighten up a bit.

his voice made you look in his direction and he could clearly see how happy you were to finally see him home, safe and sound. these are the mundane things he looks forward to every day. the domesticity makes his heart full and happy, and while he'd be damned to admit it out loud, it's something that he wouldn't trade for the world.

you stood up and walked up to him to greet him with a chaste kiss on the lips, "welcome home, darling, food's waiting for you in the dining table, come?" jotaro nods to your invitation. you held his hands as you gently guide jotaro towards the dining room. the patter of your sock-clad feet as you walk sounds relaxing, he thinks.

"the food is a little cold but we can heat it up," you said as you sat, "this is fine, i'm starving," you knew what he said is extremely true since you noticed that he immediately inhaled the food served in front of him.

jotaro must have noticed that despite being seated with him, you were not eating, "why aren't you eating?" he asked out of concern.

"i already ate a while ago, i just want to make sure you'll have a hearty dinner since you seem tired when you came in," your answer made pause as he chewed his food.

he cannot believe how lucky he got. if he told his teenage self that he would find love that will wait for him until the sun sets and prepare him a meal ready to eat when he comes home, dote on him on the regular and makes him feel special, he would've been beaten up.

"something wrong, dear?"

your voice seems to snap jotaro out of his thoughts. he shakes his head and continues on with his dinner.

by bedtime, jotaro settles himself in bed while trying to read a book. while the dinner and shower he had earlier somehow let some tension out, he cannot help but feel like it's not enough. something is still weighing his heart down and he couldn't shake it away even if he tries.

the comfortable silence in your bedroom is suddenly interrupted by your phone.

"what's that?"

"oh, i'm just watching a drama that i started yesterday,"

jotaro hummed as acknowledgment. while he would like to stay up with you and keep up with your interests, the yawn he let out thinks otherwise.

"you should sleep now sweetheart, you're pretty tired today, i'll wear my earphones so you won't get bothered," you didn't hear an answer from him, instead, you felt him shift on the bed and put his arms around your waist. a smile was brought up on your face. such a simple gesture yet you know it's jotaro's way of saying that he appreciates you even in his worst days.

a few minutes passed, the silent whirl of your air conditioner enveloped your room. while all is well and cozy, jotaro still couldn't help but feel like something is missing. exhaustion from his body telling him to sleep, the warmth of your body beside his, the early call time that he has to meet tomorrow, yet none of those things were enough to make him fall asleep.

until jotaro had an idea.

he initially thinks it's stupid but it's worth a try.

while you were focused on the show that you were watching, you felt jotaro poking your shoulders.

"what's wrong, why aren't you asleep yet?" you asked jotaro while you take your earphones off.

there was a slight pause in the air and you swear you feel the hesitation but opt to let him speak once he's ready.

"can i– can i touch your breast?" jotaro feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. he feels like a stupid teenager for asking such a ridiculous request.

while you were shocked to say the least, entertaining a simple request from your beloved shouldn't be a problem

"okay," jotaro could practically hear the amusement on your voice but he couldn't care less. once the green light is given to him, you can feel his calloused yet gentle hands go under your shirt and towards your boobs.

you feel him cup you breast gently, "is this fine?" you gave him a subtle nod. it's actually quite comfortable, you thought. his hands provided warmth and his hold is gentle enough not to hurt you, like his hand is a mold of your bosom.

you can hear jotaro release a sigh of relief in your ear and felt him cuddle closer towards you.

the two of you stayed that way while you continuously watch your show until some time, you felt his hold from your chest loosen, indicating that he finally fell asleep.

you smile at the thought and decided to close your phone and shut your eyes, ready to meet jotaro in your dreams.

ever since that faithful night, jotaro always asks if he could touch your breasts from time to time while you cuddle or take a nap if his day gets too overwhelming for him.

and you couldn't be any happier to oblige to his request.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro fluff #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #jjba fluff #jjba x you #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x you #jotaro x y/n

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vixensmart · 11 months

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Y/N: I could take the Pillar Men.

Caesar: You can't fight the Pillar Men!

Y/N:...

Caesar: You meant in a fight, right? Please tell me you meant in a fight.

#jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x you #jjba battle tendency #pillar men #jjba kars #kars x reader #jjba wamuu #wamuu x reader #jjba esidisi #esidisi x reader #jjba santana #santana x reader #jjba caesar #caesar zeppeli #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Page.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dio brando x you #dio brando #dio brando x reader #dio brando imagine #dio brando smut #dio #dio x reader #dio x you #dio smut #dio imagine #jjba #jjba imagine #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba smut #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure smut #jojo’s bizarre adventure

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jolyfics · 20 days

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𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: jotaro almost dies. you aren’t happy

notes: this is so short but i wanted to write jotaro bc i love him sm

you sat at the edge of your bed in the morioh grand hotel. your husband, jotaro, had just had a fight against kira, and it didn’t look too good. kira had gotten away and without josukes crazy diamond? well, jotaro might’ve died without him.

you began to hear rustling behind you, jotaro began to groan into his sleep before slowly opening his eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust to the bright suns rays. you turned to look at him. once his eyes caught yours you felt a wave of anger wash over you. how could he have been so stupid?!

“that was stupid.” you spat, he let out a soft sigh before sitting up on the bed, moving the duvet that was positioned around his waist and legs. “(name), i-“ “no!” you cut him off. “you almost died, jotaro! died!” you sat up, the anger inside of you begging your muscles to just move

he only let out another sigh, he had no intention to fight you on this. you were right. you were always right. he had made a mistake and now he had to deal with the consequences. you scoffed at that, he was just taking it. part of you wanted him to fight back, hell- to scream at you. but he didn’t

“…what would i do if you had died?” you spoke up, breaking the few seconds of silence that almost made you want to die they were that excruciating. he looked up to you, his eyes widened for a mere second. you would’ve missed it if you weren’t already looking.

“(name)…” he spoke, you had rendered him speechless. what was he supposed to say to that? he moved the blanket that was around him, moving his legs to the side of the bed and standing up, making his way towards you. he then placed one of his arms around your shoulders, taking you in a warm embrace

“i’m sorry” was all he said, you felt your breath hitch as you fought back the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. you wrapped your arms around him, the two of you holding onto eachother

#jjba #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x you #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojos x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jojo jotaro #part 4 jotaro #jjba fanfic

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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stardust crusaders + what makes them smile like a dork

cw: joseph is intended to be platonic, no specific pronouns used for reader

making jotaro smile like a lovesick fool is actually easier than you think, well when he's alone. if you send him updates on the aquarium, he'll smile because you listened to his rare rant about looking forward to the otter show. jotaro finds himself grinning with absolute joy when he gets a text from you of screenshots of when the otters perform and your schedule so you can plan a "hangout." man he wishes it was a date

kakyoin flushes red like his favorite fruit often. if you listen to him talk about his interests that's enough to have him blushing and sporting a smile that can't seem to go away. even after months of friendship when you ask how his paintings going, his progress in a new game, or anything else he'll be smiling in appreciation of you

avdol smiles the most whenever you indulge him in your interests. seeing you leaned against his shoulder, scrolling through images on your phone or a hard copy book, makes him feel so in love. you opening up about what makes you happiest makes him feel intimately connected with you. if you do the same for him there's no way he isn't falling in love with you (spoiler, he always is in love with you)

polnareff is always smiling. but the most genuine smiles he gives you are when you're in that perfect silence. he's finished telling silly jokes between serious discussions, and now he's just sitting on the couch besides you. perhaps your head is resting on his lap, eyes closed as you rest while waiting for dinner to be decided. his smile is the sweetest, most authentic expression of his love for you when he's observing every detail of your face in-between your conversations

joseph is one silly old man. smiles whenever you make stupid jokes. he laughs and laughs even when you say the most intentional dumb things. but at least he's having fun and you're enjoying his youthful spirit coming in like those wrinkles while he is guffawing

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nicherayyy · 10 months

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Hello, can I request team buccialatti with a child reader whose stand is like a human cat?

The stand is humanoid with cat ears and tail and acts like a cat. Reader can understand cats and is always followed by an army of street cats.

She loves cats so much that if someone dare to hurt them, she will beat them with her stand.

Thanks!

Sorry for disappearing again, my house got flooded because of one pipe and I had a few issues while repairing it

But anyway-

Bucci Gang x GN Child Reader with a humanoid cat stand

No one in the gang actually expected you to have a stand

I even think Bruno would prefer that you were without it

He just wanted a normal childhood for you

Without all those stands and powers

But oh well, it wasn't for him to decide

Bruno thinks you don't really need to use your stand right now

I mean who are you gonna fight?? You're like.. eight or something

But thinks that your love for cats is adorable

He even considered to get you one

But only -considered- for now

Would feed stray cats with you

Might even give one a name

"Hm, I didn't see Luna today. That's weird, she's always the first one to come"

It wasn't big news for Giorno when he found out about your stand

With your love for cats it was just obvious that you would get something cat-like as a stand

Giorno is an animal lover himself so sometimes he would volunteer to feed cats with you

Sometimes he thinks you can understand them

But oh well, maybe it's just his imagination

"Charlie said he doesn't like turkey. We'll get him something else next time"

"Isn't he too spoiled for a stray cat?"

Mista just don't get it

How can you make all these cats to follow you??

What kind of magic is that??

And you're not even offering them any food

"We've been walking for twenty minutes and it seems like you summoned cats from the whole Italy"

And your stand

He finds it adorable

He tried to pet it once

Narancia is shocked that someone can love cats THAT much

He still remembers how you beat the man who kicked a cat with your stand

He knows and he will never forget.

Hangs out with you and the cats a lot

It is so much fun to play with them and they're so cute!!

Pleaded Bruno to get you your very own cat

Didn't succeed still

But hey, it was a nice try

Fugo is pretty chill about your stand

But still finds it cute

Yeah he tried to pet it too

But the amount of cats you get around yourself is just mind blowing for him

He didn't even know there were so many cats here

How is this even possible??

And your claims that you can talk to them??

Actually no, he still thinks that it is part of your imagination

Just like imaginary friends or something

Leone is just.. you know.. Leone

He, just like Bruno didn't want you to have a stand

Sometimes feeds cats with you

Maybe even buys them food by himself but don't tell anyone

The only one that ACTUALLY believes that you can talk to them

"Milo says he likes you"

"Well, that's very nice of him"

There's only two types of wolves inside him

One wants to get him your own cat because he knows how you love those animals

And other hesitates because it's a big responsibility

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“Did I tell you to freeze up like a scared, little rabbit?” Dio hissed, and something from his bedside table clattered to the floor directly after. you didn’t have to look to know that he’d batted something on to the floor in order to force you to move closer to his bed. “Are you so sensitive?”

“N—no, sir,” you tremble, stumbling over to the side of the bed with your eyes pinned to the floor. you come upon his rugby trophy laying by your feet, and as you reach down to retrieve it, one of his hands slips underneath your skirt. “Master?!” all of the breath seems to be sucked from your lungs as his thick fingers worm their way beneath your cotton panties and dig into the supple, vulnerable flesh of your ass. “What are you doing?!” you consider jerking back, squirming out of his grip and running away, but his voice is low and husky as it stops you.

“Stand still, let me feel what you’re hiding under that frumpy, little dress you always wear.” as he speaks, his fingers explore further, gripping handfuls of your ass cheek before slipping between your thighs. they tighten together as if that could keep the man from invading your core, but it doesn’t. his fingertips poke and prod along the trail between your netherlips, gathering slick upon them with a low growl. “Sloppy wet already? I’ve barely touched you.”