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rougepancake · 11 months

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In which you take your boyfriend to a party and he gets jealous of your friends

Ft. Caesar Zeppeli, Joseph Joestar, Rohan Kishibe, Jotaro Kujo, Dio Brando, Jonathan Joestar

Warnings: Slightly suggestive. Mentions of alcohol. Google translated Italian. Gender neutral reader. Not proofread.

CAESAR ZEPPELI

You stood there, chatting excitedly with your friends about how your week had been. They listened intently and you all spent a good amount of time just exchanging stories over the loud music that was playing from the living room of the house.

You could barely hear them, but you didn’t mind. The environment around you was anything but quiet, which was fair since you were at Joseph Joestar’s party.

It had been hours since it started, and some people were starting to pack up and leave, taking some of the loud buzz with them.

Eventually it began to calm down, and it was just you and your best friend sitting on the couch, enjoying one another’s company in peace.

The two of you continued in your tipsy conversation, giggling frequently as you spoke. It was nice, honestly. Your week had been nothing short of a nightmare, only adding to the amount of stress you were under. So when you found out about Joseph’s party, you immediately decided to take Caesar and head over.

Speaking of Caesar…

The party had been going on for hours and you had yet to see him.

As you were speaking to your friend, you found yourself being interrupted by the feeling of someone’s arms wrapping around your waist.

“Caesar…” You whispered, turning to look at him as he buried his head into your shoulder, kissing at the flesh gently. He looked up and shot your best friend a glare, which resulted in them excusing themselves and leaving the two of you alone.

His grip on you tightened, his back pressing up against your chest as he continued to kiss and bite as your neck.

“Finalmente- siamo soli.”

Finally- we’re alone.

JOSEPH HOESTAR

It was his party and he was out dancing in the living room, drunkly throwing his arms into the air as he moved carelessly. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight as you talked to your new friend Caesar, who apparently went way back with Joseph.

The two of you hit it off, especially when you found out that he was an ex of Joseph’s, which meant he had dirt on him that you could use against him later. You actually grew so lost in your conversation with the blond that you tuned out your boyfriend’s drunken dancing.

“So like I was saying- JoJo is a bit of a-“ Caesar began, leading you into the kitchen and away from the noisiness of the living room. You listened intently and contributed to his points, telling him about what your relationship with Joseph had been like so far until-

“Y/N!” The sound of Joseph’s voice rang throughout the kitchen, causing you to jump in surprise as he stormed over towards you. “I sidn’t know Caesarino was h-here!” He slurred his words and threw an arm around your shoulder, shooting a glare at the man before you.

Caesar took that as his sign to leave and did just that, leaving you and your drunk boyfriend alone in the kitchen.

“Y/nnn.” He whined, both of his arms now pulling you close to him as he struggled to stay upright. “Why were you talking to himmmm??”

“Well he and I had some interests, that’s all.” You chuckled slightly but let out a surprised yelp as he put all his weight against you. “Joseph! Get up!” You groaned and forced him to stand up, pouting as you led him back to his bedroom so he could rest.

“But you’re mineee.” He continued to whine as you dragged him, pouting childishly as you walked.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.” You chuckled. Drunk Joseph was always… something else.

“Let me show you.” He whispered, pinning you against the wall of his hallway and trapping you there. He began to attack your neck, leaving sloppy love bites in his wake.

“Please.”

And you just couldn’t tell him no.

ROHAN KISHIBE

He wasn’t much of a ‘party person’, but he figured he’d humor you just this once. He had spent most of the night right by your side, making sure nothing bad happened to you as you drank.

Had you always been this social?

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he did rather like that side of you.

Eventually, you ran off to talk to one of your buddies, and he decided to leave you be. But the sight of you with this friend of yours lit a fire within him. They had a hand on your arm, and seemed a little too invested in what you had to say.

Perhaps you two were just close. He hoped so, even though he didn’t fully understand why.

Since the great Rohan Kishibe doesn’t get jealous of others.

Others get jealous of him.

With an annoyed sigh, he put on a stern expression and walked over to you two. You greeted him with a cheery smile that sent butterflies swirling in his stomach, and it made him feel slightly guilty for what he was about to do next.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forced your lips to collide with his, using your gasp of surprise as the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat and remind you that he was the one that continued to make you feel good.

“R-Roh-“

“We’re leaving.” He grumbled and grabbed your wrist, smirking at how your little friend was nowhere in sight. Your drunken protests fell on deaf ears as he pulled you out of the house and into his car, buckling you up safely and stomping over to his side.

“What was that for-“ He cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours once again, groaning at the taste of alcohol that came from you.

You were in for it now, and you didn’t even know why.

JOTARO KUJO

He couldn’t believe that you thought it would be a good idea to drag him out to a party. Honestly! What in the world was running through your mind?!

But when he saw how much fun you were having, he just couldn’t take it away from you.

So- he resorted to standing in the corner of the, rather large, living room, arms crossed as he watched you dance around aimlessly.

It was all fun and games, until he watched one of your close friends come up and begin to dance with you. They took your hand in theirs and began to jump and sing along with you, their smile just as bright as your own.

The sight sent Jotaro’s heart to his stomach.

What was this feeling bubbling up inside him? Was it jealousy?? Surely not. Jotaro Kujo was known to get jealous every now and then, but over one of your friends?

It made him feel more guilty than anything.

It should be him dancing with you, making you smile and giggle like that. He should be the one out there encouraging you to be yourself while you hop around and scream the lyrics of the song that just came on.

God why did he have to stand over in the corner?

Hesitantly, he walked over to the two of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the side briefly. His heart swelled at the sight of your cheesy grin, which only made him feel worse.

“Y/n.” He started out with a heavy sigh. How was he supposed to tell you he was jealous of your friend? It would ruin your night and he knew it. So… he sucked it up and gave in to the crazy idea that had been bothering him since he saw you go out and dance.

“What’s wrong?” You seemed to sense his inner turmoil, your voice soft and understanding. “Do you need to leave? It’s alright with if you do, I get it.” You made a motion to grab your jacket, but he only pulled you back towards him.

“I want to dance with you.”

Oh wow. Did he really just say that? He had to be kidding… but based on the way he was looking at you, you knew he wasn’t.

You’d ask him about his change of heart later, but decided to give him a peck on the lips and drag him back to the center of the living room.

It was a sweet act on his part, but his eyes betrayed how he really felt.

He was going to take you, and not a single bit of your body would be safe from his wonder working lips.

DIO BRANDO

He’s a slut for a good party and you know it. Nothing can stop him from getting absolutely wasted and enjoying himself in the sea of people. He was practically born to live in the spotlight, so that he’ll do.

Until you drag him home.

Or until he sees you flaunting around with a good for nothing loser that he’s never met before.

Tonight- it was the latter, his eyes laying upon the sight of you talking to a supposed friend of yours that he’s never met.

There was always the possibility that you had met them tonight, but he wasn’t about to hear you out. He knew all of your friends. Every single one of them. And he didn’t care if they liked him or not, so long as he knew them.

He watched in disgust as you laughed at something the stranger said, cringing even further when you placed a hand on their shoulder to steady yourself.

The sight simply enraged him, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it made his heart throb in agony.

Was he really that bad for you? I mean sure, he was your boyfriend, but he’s never been jealous of someone before and it was really starting to bother him.

“Y/n!” He hissed and grabbed you by your wrist, not even giving you a chance to say goodbye to your friend. “Stop trying to date other people!” His face was close to yours, and his breath reeked of alcohol.

“I’m not?!” You argued, pulling your wrist away from his grasp, only to have him grab it again and lead you out of the house. “Hey! What are you doing?!” You shouted and glared at him as you stood. “Are you at least going to tell me what’s wrong?”

He stopped and looked back at you, his eyes shining with malice and nothing more. He was totally blinded by his rage.

“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”

And by god he did.

JONATHAN JOESTAR

He’s a gentle giant. Parties aren’t really his thing, but if it makes you happy, then he doesn’t mind a whole lot.

For the most part, it was the two of you and some friends talking by the pool, your feet dangling in the water as you talked. It was relaxing, surprisingly, and Jonathan couldn’t help but rest his head on your shoulder as you talked.

Now, Jonathan isn’t really the jealous type. He never really has been and he doesn’t think he will be.

But there’s just something about Dio sitting beside you that sets him off.

“Hello Y/n darling.” His voice is like silk, smooth in his way to try and seduce you. “JoJo.” He nodded at Jonathan before taking your hand in his and kissing it softly.

“Dio.” You scoffed and pulled your hand away. “I didn’t know you were invited to this party.”

“Of course I was.” He chuckled lowly and smirked. “I’m always invited to these things.”

Jonathan’s arms found their way to your waist, curling around you and holding you close. He lifted his head up and shot a glare at Dio, his gaze unwavering in his resolve. The blond scoffed and left, leaving you and Jonathan alone to enjoy one another’s company.

“You know… Dio is our neighbor…” He started, whispering softly into your ear. “It would be nice if we could ensure that he didn’t get sleep tonight, no?”

“Oh Jonathan.” You chuckled and leaned into him. “I don’t see why not.”

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dollita-fawn · 3 months

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 ❦

gn! reader

cw- talk of pet play, knife play, bondage, spanking, public sex, dom/sub dynamics (im definitely forgetting stuff so lmk)

a/n- these are all canon facts btw. wesker told me all of this!!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Wesker is definitely one to zone out after sex. For once he feels like it’s okay to sit back and relax and not have to think or worry about anything.

Well, other than you.

He’ll worry about an awkward aftermath. To prevent it, he bites the bullet and cuddles you however you want him to.

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

He likes hands. Not in a Yoshikage Kira way (jojo ref) he just appreciates a pretty set of hands.

But there’s also no part of you that he doesn’t like.

for his favorite part about him, it’s his ass / hips. Sorry but his walk is so cunty he has to know what hes doing with that…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Wesker takes great care of his body. His eating habits especially influence the taste and potency of his cum.

It’s not unbearable like most. It’s honestly sweeter flavored. At least sweet enough to overpower the bitter.

And he almost NEVER shoots blanks. Not unless you’ve gone at it for too long. It spills out like a fountain, though sometimes shoots out further. But mostly it sort of leaks, pours down the base of his cock.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes praise. Would he ever ask for it or tell you that? Absolutely not, that would make him seem like a bottom. But he likes to be told he’s satisfying you well, taking care of your needs.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Wesker has experience, just not in pleasing his partner. He’s a busy man, rarely has the time for sex at all as is.

Doesn’t mean he’s not learning for you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

‘Flatiron’ - with you flat on your stomach, it gives him that control. He especially likes being able to force his weight on top of you and trap you beneath him. And he can push your head down into the sheets.

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

He is always serious. That man is on a mission and won’t rest until it’s finished.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves and is careful to never miss anything. That goes for his face as well as his pubes. He makes sure he’s clean shaven every morning before he does anything else.

As for the color, his head hair may be blonde, but the rest is a dark brown.

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

Realistically… Wesker is not intimate whatsoever. He doesn’t know how to be. He only knows how to touch the right spots to make you go crazy.

And honestly pleasing you is more to please himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He only masturbates on occasion. Example, if for some reason you’re not up for the task (which is rare) he takes care of it himself.

But he doesn’t watch porn. It’s all too staged for his liking and he feels like it desensitizes him to reality. The only thing he can watch to get off is past videos you’ve sent him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a LOT of kinks. 90% of which he would never mention to you no matter how badly he wants to try it out.

One of them being, discipline.

He would love nothing more than to bend you over his knee, spank your ass until you plead and cry in that desperate tone asking for mercy. With his hand, a belt, whatever else. The idea of you squirming in his hold in general drives him up the wall.

He also has a bit of a knife kink for similar reasons. He’d never purposefully cut you, just tease it along your exposed parts to get you shaky and panting.

Another thing is pet play.

He likes the idea of always having authority over you. Owning you, having you call him master and looking up to him as your superior.

He wants you to depend on him, cling and be needy for him like a little puppy would be.

And the thought of you collared, attached to the leash he reins sort of ties into his interest in bondage.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves shower sex. It’s cleaner, but also messier in a way with how drippy and wet you get from the water.

But he loves doing it anywhere, especially places you shouldn’t. Like in a parking lot where anyone may take notice.

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

Going along with what I started earlier, he likes when you’re in need of him. He goes out of his way to get you to beg for it like your life depends on it.

But he’s also pretty easy. Simple make outs make him pop a boner in minutes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely no pegging or making him submit to you in any other way. He fears he may grow to like it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t have a preference, giving or receiving he’s more than happy with.

As for skill,

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is almost always rough.

He’s not the type to savor. Although, he can last for up to an hour without finishing depending on his methods.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are for out of the comfort of your home. Like at his work, or at a boring dinner party both of you would rather not be attending.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This goes along with what i said about public sex. Not that he wants to get caught, it’s the possibility that’s thrilling.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Because of how rough he starts out, he usually tires out pretty quickly. But as long as he gets a couple of breaks in between he can go for multiple rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He keeps toys, mostly for you.

On occasion you’ll share, but he stays in control of the settings or how it’s used on either of you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

this goes back to letter M.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s relatively noisy. He grunts, groans and growls most of all.

Except for when he’s cumming. Then he reaches a higher octave. Every breath comes out more as a whimper, especially if he’s finishing inside of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His whole body is fit. Arms, abs, chest, back, ect. He’s not overly muscular, but it’s enough for the seeing eye.

He has a prominent v-line and happy trail.

From the waist below…I imagine him to be packing about 8 inches, maybe 7 1/2. Girth wise, about three fingers.

He has a heart shaped butt and most definitely has hip dips.

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

Pretty average. Though, not often is there a time he doesn’t want to fuck. At least not when it comes to being around you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s definitely the type to fall asleep 5 minutes after finishing. The whole ordeal tires him out too much, especially after emptying his load(s) he’s got nothing left for brains.

#resident evil #albert wesker smut #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x reader smut #wesker x you #wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #gn reader #headcannons #wesker headcannons #albert wesker headcannons

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randoimago · 4 months

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Can you do head canons for DIO having a daughter one that’s older than Giorno please :)

Being DIO's Daughter

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): DIO

Note(s): So I didn't know if you wanted this to be the daughter growing up with Giorno or being raised by DIO so I went with the latter.

DIO

In the case that his daughter is with him, he is a protective father. His daughter gets whatever she wants. His own dad was a piece of shit and he vows to never harm her. But because of that, he can be a bit too protective at times. Which doesn't mix well considering she's a teen and the rebellious stage is hitting hard.

Honestly, he can't help being a bit impressed when his daughter develops his cunning. Hearing that she managed to sneak out causes him to kill a few minions, but he has some pride that she managed to do it. She'll be scolded when she gets back, but for now he's proud.

So, when DIO had come back, a few JoJo's had various transformations (Josuke and his fever, Giorno becoming blond). Should his daughter become very sick then DIO worries. He gives a shit about his child, of course he worries. He's questioning Enya, he's tempted to give you more of his blood, just something.

But if you do begin to go blond or just look more like him then he feels so much pride. He wasn't bothered when you looked similar to your other parent, but seeing you looking more like him makes him a bit emotional.

Imagining walking out of his bedroom with Pucci, only to catch you acting like you weren't eavesdropping because you don't know what to think of your father's new "boyfriend". It amuses DIO.

Back to speaking of DIO's protective nature, he sends you to stay with Pucci after learning that the JoJo's are coming after him. While he's confident he can take care of it, you're still a child and he doesn't want you getting involved. It's definitely one of the few times when he does really put his foot down and show you how scary he actually is. Nothing scares DIO, but the idea of his daughter being harmed terrifies him.

You get a long hug from him and a kiss on the top of your head before he sends you away with Pucci. It's the last time you see your dad, but Pucci promises that you will have a good life.

#jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #platonic headcanons #DIO x reader #c0co2dayyy

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maiko-san · 24 days

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The Chain + TP! Reader (1/?)

Linked Universe belongs to Jojo

Part 2 >

Plot : You are Twilight's childhood best friend, who like Twilight can turn into an animal, that is a crow. You just happen to follow Twilight into the portal in your crow form and meet the Chain.

( Fem Reader )

You and Link have been friends ever since you were kids, always went on adventures together. After the event of Twilight, Link had gone out on a quest to find Twilight Realm, to find Midna and usually he brings you along with him but this time he didn't.

You asked him why, 'It's too dangerous, (N/n). I don't want you to get hurt....' he said. You know he cares about you...but you know how to protect yourself. He has been acting differently, as if he's hiding something from you.

"I'll be going now, (N/n)" Link said, holding your hands. "Be careful, Link" you give him a smile as Link returns the smile of his own before pulling you into a hug. He takes a deep breath, burying his face into your soft hair and taking in your scent before pulling away. "Wait, before you go!" you said, grabbing his face and kiss his cheek.

This causes Link to turn red from embarrassment, "What's a hero without his good luck kiss?" you smile. Link coughs lightly as he plants a kiss on your forehead, "Love you" he whispered in your ears. NEIGH! Both of you hear a whining and turns to see Epona sticking her head through the window, "You want one too, girl?" you questioned. The chestnut horse nods as you give a kiss on her forehead. "There you go, my lovely" you said, rubbing your cheek against her.

Link smiles at the interaction as he opens the house, "Next time, I'll be staying home for a few days" he said, caressing your cheek before mounting Epona's back.

"Bye!" you said, waving at them as you watch Link rides away. As he disappears around the corner, you quickly go to your room and take out your drawstring bag.

"I'm going to follow him, whether he likes it— or not!" you said. You open the door and close it behind you, making sure to lock it. You make a sprint and jump, your body shifts and turns into a crow. Your bag shrinks along to make it easier for you to carry it on your back. It was a gift from Midna which she enchanted so it can shrink whenever you turn into a crow.

You fly high up in the sky to locate Link, it takes you a while to spot him and you finally see him along with....

A group of men.

You land on the tree branches and hide away from view, you observe the situation and you were shocked. 'Why...why do they look almost like him?!' you thought. All of them almost look alike, blue eyes, blonde hair well it's in different tones but the face!

Are they his brothers? Distant relatives. No wait— both of you grow up together and there's no way he has relatives. If he does, he would tell you!

'Doppelgangers?!' you gasped in your mind. Oh wait— he had told you about meeting people during his adventures. Are they the ones he was talking about?

You couldn't hear what they're saying but they're heading in the same direction. You follow them and make sure you check the wind's direction to avoid Link to pick up your scent.

The group stops as you perch on a branch, your eyes widen at the sight of a large swirling portal.

'Is this why he doesn't let me come?' you thought, it looks dangerous and your crow instinct tells you to stay away from it. You watch as they enter the portal one by one, the last one was a man in armour and has a scar over his right eye. He shares the most resemblance to Link.

He checks his surroundings as if making sure nobody is following before entering the portal. You wait a moment before you dive into the portal, you close your eyes and go through. You feel the breeze hit your feathers, you slowly open your eyes and see that you're no longer Faron Woods but instead an unfamiliar one.

'Where am I?' you thought. 'Urgh...I feel sick all the sudden' you cover your beak with your wing to hold back your breakfast.

"It feels great to be back" a voice said, you panic a little and quickly jump into a nearby bush. You take a peek to see the group up close, "Since we're at my place, lets gear up and start our search for Shadow" said the one in multi coloured tunic. "I want to pay my grandfather a visit before we go" he said. The group walks away and you quickly fly after them, you're not risking getting lost in an unknown place.

You follow the group from above and you can see a small house ahead, yet again you hide in the trees and watch them enter the house but others decide to stay outside and wait.

That would be your Link, a blonde with pink shades, a young boy, a dirty blonde with white cape and a man with a blue scarf.

"So, Twilight. What took you so long anyways?" questioned the one with the blue scarf. "I went to fetch some stuff from my house and talk to my friends" Twilight said. So, they called him Twilight instead of Link? Weird....

"Oh really? Then, what's that on your cheek then?" pinky said with a smirk on his lips. Twilight's hand touches the cheek and turns to look at the window to see lipstick on his cheek.

Twilight blush lightly, "Oooh~ our rancher has a special someone~" teases the scarf boy. "Wait what—really?!" gasped the little boy as he stared up at Twilight. "Do tell why you are keeping a maiden all to yourself, hm?" he smirked. "Oh hush it, Wars." Twilight said. "Haha, come on guys, stop teasing the rancher" smiles the one with the cape.

You hold back a snort as they tease Link or Twilight about his love life with you. The others come out from the house, "What's with the ruckus?" questioned the one in armour.

"Hey, Time! Guess what! Our rancher here has a girlfriend!" Warrior said, bringing Twilight in a headlock, pointing the lipstick mark on his cheek. "Oh—" Time was surprised and gave the rancher a teasing smile. "Malon would be delighted if she hears this" he said.

"Time!" Twilight shouted, face now burning from embarrassment. You watch the men laugh wholeheartedly, causing you to smile at it.

[ End of part ]

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu x reader #Twilight Link x Reader #linked universe hyrule #linked universe time #linked universe four #linked universe twilight #linked universe sky #linked universe wind #linked universe legend #linked universe wild #linked universe warriors #reader insert #fem reader #reader is from twilight princess #I want to write something different once in a while

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blackopals-world · 6 months

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Regent Hunt: Character profile

Son of Special Forces!Yuu and Rook hunt

Other ocs: Molly Schoenheit. Jojo and Koko Trappola

Age: 17 (Junior)

Birthday: August 14(Leo)

Club: Spell-slinging

Best Subject: Art

Hobbies: making charcoal drawings, drawing people when people aren't looking, caring for bunnies

Pet Peeves: Hair in combs, fur on clothes

Favorite Food: Macaroons

Least Favorite Food: Lapin à la Crème

Talent: Sharpshooting

Appearance: Regent is 5'11"/180 cm tall. He was born with red eyes, something he is very proud of. He is blonde with freckles. He has a collection of ear piercings. He wears fingerless gloves or "reasons". He doesn't wear much makeup since it would cover is "natural beauty" as he claims.

Personality: Regent is the oldest of four siblings (all girls). As such, he is a dotting older brother but also the one most used to their parents' behavior. He tends to be the one given the hardest tasks now that he's reached a certain age. He enjoys that fact because he is allowed to hunt on his own now. He has a huge ego due to the constant praise Rook gives. Regent is conceded because he believes his beauty is unmatched. This leads him to being cruel when he feels slighted. His obsessions with appearance, desire to be worshiped, and vengeful nature makes him the perfect leader of Pomefiore.

Regent isn't all bad. He can make friends with others when he puts his ego aside. When he feels safe he is similar to Yuu and shows his soft side. To the lucky few who achieve that level, he can be a bit clingy. It's almost embarrassing how affectionate he is and always greets them with a kiss. Composure isn't his strong suit.

Love rabbits. Has a pet rabbit named Pistol, a Broken Rex who is extremely friendly.

Regent's 3 sisters are named Contessa, Jubilee, and Reine.

Story: Regent was always raised to be a hunter. Both his parents expressed its importance. Naturally, he developed the idea that to live you must be able to prove your worth. Not that he felt unworthy but he enjoyed taking on challenges. They built obstacle courses and targets for him to train on. Occasionally he would go to his dad's gallery openings where he learned more about his father's devotion beauty. When he saw a painting of him he became obsessed with the praise he received for his beauty as patrons gazed at his likeness. He too began chasing after his own version of beauty.

Pistol has been Regent's best friend since birth. Rabbits were the perfect pets to him and he hates dogs after one attacked one of the family rabbits and making Jubilee cry.

Regent knew it was a matter of time before he would attend NRC and went eagerly. He also knew he would be attending with Vil Schoenheit's daughter Molly but he didn't know he would also be in the same class as Neinge LeBlanche's daughter as well. His father was going to say something but Yuu dragged him away by the ear.

Regent of course had to consider which girl suited his taste but was also dragged away like his father.

#special forces!yuu #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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general-fanfiction · 5 days

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Foreign Exchanges. (Anthony Vaughn x Reader.)

Summary: Moving school in the middle of the year is never easy. Let alone from an entirely different country. Despite Y/N trying to garner the least amount of attention possible, she still manages to catch the eye of a certain brunette.

Word Count: 1.5k

Gif Not Mine . Requests are open!

Warnings: Mature language.

A/N: My first Ant fic and I’m debating making this a series but you’ll have to let me know what you think! Anyway just a short one to start us off but there’ll be more soon. Don’t forget requests are open!

“I’d like you all to offer a warm welcome to our new student Y/N Y/L/N, she’s moved here all the way from the UK! So let’s show her some of that Hartley spirit.” The teacher, who introduced herself as Jojo, announces to the class. All of them staring at me with blank stares. “Go ahead and say a few words.”

She nudges my shoulder gently before I can decline the offer. Encouraging smile on her face. There are no smiles from my classmates however, only bored faces who couldn’t be less interested in my arrival. For which I’m grateful. I’d seen this school on the news prior to my enrolment, I know these students are brutal. I mean, a sex map? Dad wasn’t too happy about sending me here though he didn’t really have a choice, no other schools were admitting students this late into the term.

“Um hi, I’m Y/N. It’s good to be here I guess.”

“Does anybody have any questions for Y/N?” Jojo offers, attempting to find a way for the class to get to me.

Numerous hands raise and I let out a groan internally. It’s bad enough that I’m stood at the front of the classroom like a new shiny toy but to now be subject to whatever ridiculous questions these teens can come up with is a new form of torture. One that I am really not looking forward to.

Jojo points to her first student, allowing them to be the first to ask. “Why don’t you have a proper British accent?” The girl seems genuinely curious, eyes focused on me as she combs her fingers through her orange hair. Stickers adorn her face along with colourful eyeshadow to match her bright outfit. She has a gentle aura surrounding her, which makes me relieved as I realise her question wasn’t meant in malice and more so pure interest. Maybe these kids won’t be so bad?

“Um, I think the accent you’re think of is the Queen’s English. There isn’t many people that talk like that really, maybe a few down south but I grew up in the North East. None of us talk posh.” I tell her, watching as she seems to take notes as I speak.

“Thank you Quinni, Spider what about you?” Jojo asks, pointing to the tall blonde that is hunched over at the back of the class.

His eyes flicker up to me, giving me the once over though he doesn’t seem too impressed by my presence.

“Yeah, what is it with you and all the other poms having bad teeth?” The boy pipes up, I notice the two boys next to him laugh. Though the one in the baggy outfit makes eye contact with me and a flash of guilt appears on his face.

“I don’t have bad teeth actually. Nobody I know does and to be perfectly honest, that stereotype is deeply rooted in classism and while the UK faces a major cost of living and wealth gap crisis, I don’t think it’s funny to joke about things like that. Do you?” I retort, causing h the pink haired girl and her friend to applaud my mini speech. Both offering cheers.

“Okay any more questions that aren’t going to cause arguments?” Jojo asks, a few hands lowering as they don’t want to get in trouble. “Yes, Amerie?”

“Do you miss home?”

“Yeah, yeah I really miss it.” I start, thinking of everything that I had to leave behind. I know this was the best decision for my family, but I do hold a slight resentment towards being here. “Don’t get me wrong, Sydney’s great and all, but I miss my friends, my house, my pets, I even miss the shitty pub from down the street.”

“Thank you Y/N, I feel like we’ve got to know you a little bit more now, so feel free to take a seat and we’ll get started.”

The only open seat is next to the girl that Jojo called Amerie. Smiling as I take my place, I open my notebook and begin to doodle swirls and other patterns across the page. Focusing on that rather than the subject being taught. It’s some form of sex education by the sounds of it. However, it seems very outdated and heteronormative. Nothing worth listening to anyway.

Upon hearing the bell ring, I begin to pack away my things and watch as a few students mutter things towards Amerie. “Map bitch.” “Cunt.” and “Crazy bitch.” Just to name a few. I realise that may be the reason she had nobody sat next to her and figure it may be best to avoid her if I want to stay under everybody’s radar.

Finding my locker, I begin to turn the lock with great difficulty. Back home, the numbers simply connect and the door clicks open, that doesn’t seem to be the case here though. Fiddling with the dial, I hear the bell signal the beginning of the next class and I huff, annoyed that I’m having this much trouble with a stupid locker.

As the hallways clears out, I continue to twist and pull at the lock. Bag dumped on the floor as I try with all my strength to pry the door open. With no such luck, I throw a quick kick to the locker beneath mine, leaving a dent in the door slightly. Slumping with my back again the metal, I find myself face to face with the boy in the baggy outfit.

Not previously noticing how cute he was, dark hair hidden beneath a beanie, a couple of curls escaping. Boyish grin plastered across his face and piercing brown eyes staring directly at me. I won’t even try to deny that Australia has one up on the Uk in terms of boys, they’re just so much cuter over here.

“What did the locker do to you?” He jokes, taking the slip of paper with the locker code out of my hand.

“Bloody thing won’t open.” I mumble, stepping out of the way as he demonstrates how to open it with ease. My cheeks tinged pink as I fear my outburst may have been unnecessary.

“I thought you Brits were supposed to be good at containing your emotions anyway.” He leans against the locker beside mine, watching me as I stuff countless books into the small space. Normally this would make me uncomfortable, yet there’s there’s something about him that makes me feel warm and calm.

“Nah we love our fair share of violence.” I tell him, smiling as I do so, remembering the amount of fights that used to take place on my estate daily. Providing free entertainment for all the neighbours. “We’re polite, but piss us off and we’ll knock you into next week.”

He laughs, folding his arms across his chest as I close the locker door. His eyes gaze over me as I turn to face him properly. Noticing the small cross necklace hanging from his neck, I can’t help but imagine what it would look like against his bare skin.

“You religious?” I ask, nodding towards the chain.

“Nah, I’m Ant.” He brushes off my question and tucks the necklace beneath his shirt. Clearly a touchy subject that perhaps I shouldn’t have brought up. So instead I attempt to lighten the mood.

“Ant?” The word escapes my mouth as a slight giggle, unable to hide the amusement his name brings. “And your mate’s called Spider?”

“Yeah, stupid right?” He chuckles, playing with the straps of his bag. Almost as if he’s nervous. “We’ve been best mates our entire lives. My real name’s Anthony but nobody calls me that. Same with Spider, his name’s Spencer. Kids started to call us Ant and Spider when we were like six, guess it just stuck.”

“That’s cute.”

Picking up my bag, I throw it over my shoulder. Figuring I should probably head to my next class despite being extremely late already.

“Hey, about Spider.” Ant reaches for my arm, clearly sensing that I’m about to leave. “I just wanted to apologise, he can be a bit of a dick but he’s a nice guy deep down.”

My arm tingles where he’s touching it, feeling the slightest of move of his fingers. As though my nerves are on fire. Suddenly hypersensitive to any little movement he makes. I know I shouldn’t be feeling things this intensely, hell, I’ve just met the guy. Yet he sparks an excitement in me that I haven’t felt in a while.

“Honestly it’s sound. You don’t need to apologise.” I assure him, offering a smile, I see his shoulders relax. “I can handle a prick like him any day.”

“Yeah you certainly shot him down quick.”

As he removes his hand from my arm, I’m quick to begin walking away. Cheesy grin on my face as I recall the interaction in my head despite it only happening seconds ago. I feel dizzy with excitement, my feet feel like they’re walking on clouds and I almost miss the shout from behind me as I go to turn the corner.

“Hey, do you wanna get high?”

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Cowboy | Kinktober Side Quest 2

Dinosaur Hybrid Kyojuro x AFAB Horse Jockey Reader

A/N: if this sounds fucking bizarre… it’s because I’m using Steel Ball Run Aka Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure pt.7 as inspiration. Listen… I’d let Diego Brando do horrid things to me when he’s in between transforming due to Scary Monsters.

If I don’t do a good job trying to paint this picture for you, you can always reference this to help!

Divider is from @benkeibear | @monster-october-kny-2023

Kyojuro, who makes a point to hide his “deformity” with his hair. His cowboy hat always casting shadows on his handsome face and fiery hair.

Kyojuro, who places bandages on his cheeks to hide the fact that his mouth extends all the way to the end of his jaw.

Kyojuro, who pulls away when you try and fix his hair for him.

Kyojuro, who’s heart falls to his stomach when the wind blows to hard and reveals the secret he’s been trying to hide.

“Woah…” you breathed out, hand reaching to ghost across the cracks in his cheek. Sharp teeth were pointing out of it, the bandage on his face peeling off a bit as he gasped. “I… don’t look at me please I know it’s ugly…” Kyojuro’s hand came up to try and hide how far his mouth extended, inching away from you out of fear. “No… Kyojuro it’s not ugly I just wasn’t expecting it.” You clarify, finding it oddly beautiful.

“You… don’t find it ugly?” He seemed hesitant, golden eyes meeting yours to try and decipher if you were serious. “Not at all… it’s pretty cool actually…” you took a hesitant step closer, not wanting to push the man before you if he wasn’t ready. Much to your relief, Kyojuro didn’t shy away. Your fingers brushed along his cheek, tucking a strand of golden hair behind his ear as you carefully observed the jagged cracks and elongated smile. “You don’t have to explain how this happened, though I must admit I’m very curious.”

Kyojuro, who tells you all about his bizarre quirk and how it happened.

Kyojuro, who tells you that he can fully transform into a dinosaur if he really wanted too

Kyojuro, who can grow a long, orange and red tail that looks just like a reptile's tail

Kyojuro, who now freely uses his interesting abilities to help you get ahead in the horse race

"Ya know, you're pretty hot like this, Kyojuro." you laughed softly, back resting against your bag of supplies as the fire crackled before you. On the other side, Kyojuro was attempting to put some bandages over his jaw. "You find my in-between stage hot?" the blonde countered you, causing the tape to peel away again. "I do." you grabbed your stick to prod at the fire as it began to dwindle, the desert was too cold at night to go without the warmth.

"Well, it's taken me some time, but I'm slowly getting used to it. Still, I wouldn't necessarily call it hot." he tried to put the tape on again, this time a little further up so it wouldn't interfere with his talking. "Do you think I could ride you, Kyojuro?" This time, the cowboy missed completely when trying to apply his tape. "And what do you mean by that, little lady?" he drawled, mind wandering to a much filthier place. "I mean in your dinosaur form, you probably run as fast as my horse."

The smirk on your face told him it was nothing more than a cover-up, you meant something far different. "I can assure you, little lady, that my dinosaur form is nothing in comparison to my human form." your tongue came out to wet your lips, smiling a bit as you innocently tilted your head. "And what do you mean by that, cowboy?" You could see his eyes burning even over the once again blazing flame. He was busying himself with the other side of his face as he spoke.

"My stamina, I can only last so long in that form. My human body can endure a lot more, it can last longer."

"That so, cowboy? Why don't you prove it to me?" you got up, making your way around the fire pit to crouch before the hybrid man. "Little lady... you don't know what you're asking me to." he breathed out, observing what he could of you now that you were covered in shadow. "Oh, I beg to differ, cowboy. I know exactly what I'm asking you to prove." Your tone was challenging him, the smirk on his face making heat flood you even with the chilly air surrounding you.

"Alright then, little lady, put your riding skills to work."

You sunk your teeth into your lower lip, trying to suppress your smirk as you stood again. Kyojuro watched you, straighten his legs so you could properly straddle him. “There we go.” He commented softly as you settled in his lap, knees digging firmly into the sand below you. “Go on now, show me.” You could feel his half-hard dick as you squirmed a bit, muttering a soft “testing it out” as he quirked his brow. Kyojuro merely hummed, calloused fingers finding their home on your waist as you began rocking your hips steadily into his. “Atta girl…” he groaned, head falling back so you could admire his defined jaw.

You were strategic about how you touched him, fingers dancing along the coarse material of his top before sliding up his neck. You wanted to touch his jaw, finding that part of him to be utterly hypnotic. You wanted to trace the jagged cracks that split all the way up to his cheekbones, kiss the soft lips that were parted so prettily for you as you grinder against him. “Cowboy… can I kiss you?” Your voice had a slight twang as you said your request, pulling a smile all the way up his jaw as he uttered back “I’d be honored if you did, little lady.”

You didn’t need much more confirmation that that, lips colliding with his in a messy kiss. You nearly yelled when his tongue slithered past your parted lips, longer than a human tongue as he swept into your mouth. Your fingers found their way to his cheeks, pressing into the uneven skin with care, eager to finally feel him how you’ve been wanting too. Your hips didn’t cease their movement, rocking into him with more fervor, until you could feel him through the leather of your riding pants. “Kyojuro…” you pulled away, salvia keeping you connected as his lips chased after your own.

“What is it?” He breathed out, thumb rubbing circles on your hip as he guided you to drag your covered cunt again him. “What if someone sees? We’re out in the open after all…” but the cowboy just shook his head, “then let them watch.”

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maopll · 7 months

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Could I request something like this https://www.tumblr.com/maopll/712602219674058752/hello-hello-may-i-request-zhongli-kaeya-ayato?source=share

but with Kaveh, Itto, Childe, and Thoma?

My muse | genshin edition !

#pt.1 here || pt.2 !

⌗:, where you draw your lover in a sketchbook only for him to soon find out the peculiar way you show your love and adoration for him ♡

⌗:, a/n: what if I draw them in jojo poses ?...

⌗:, warning: there are gingers and blondes and bullchucker. there's mention of blood in childe's part.

⌗:, pairings: kaveh, itto, childe & thoma w/ gn!reader

KAVEH —

It was a warm Sunday evening. The afternoon glow of the sun illuminated the room. You and your lover, Kaveh, are basking in the quiet comfort of eachother. On the sofa, you sat crossing your feet and sketching countless pictures of what or of who. Your lover sat on the other side, making minute and very careful details of splendid architectural designs. You noticed the way his face would scrunch up when he would make those little designs on the railing or even on the roof. The way he would do a soft 'yes!' When he got something right on his first try. You recorded down every single detail on the small sketchbook of yours. When you would feel his gaze upon you, you would be quick while closing the book lest he sees what you made.

However, on his birthday you decided to gift him the sketchbook. He was dumbfounded and asked why you would give him something you were using. Until he flipped the pages and marvelled at the beautiful drawings you made of him. for him. It was simple yet so meaningful to him. His eyes filled with tears with how pure and sweet your love for him was. You were his everything, a beacon of light in his world.

ITTO —

Having you as his s/o was like winning the lottery. There wasn't a single moment that he didn't enjoy when he was with you. Whenever he would be playing onikabuto fights with the kids in hanamizaka, you would shelter yourself under a tree and sketch away the little doodle of your lover. Capturing each and every little detail of his face. The way he would scrunch up his nose when he would be thinking of his next move or the utter look of shock on his face when he would lose for the nth time...

Nevertheless, you find this hobby to be quite comforting. The sun was already starting to set, and the kids had returned home. Your lover hadn't won a single round, but he doesn't care much about it. As soon as they were gone, he went up to you screaming, "Hey babe!" only to find that you have fallen asleep. It's alright he's strong enough to carry his lover on his back, but he was in for a little surprise. When he picked you up in his arms, he saw the sketches, doodles of his and his...abs? although he has minimum knowledge about art and anatomy, he was still surprised seeing someone looking very similar to him and his name on YOUR notebooks. Ofcourse your one and only oni should be the one to grace the pages of your sketchbook! and also to grace your soft lips!

CHILDE —

Bloodshed, Bloodlust, Bloodthirst. That's all he knew all his life. He barely found respite, but with your coming into his life, things started to get a lot better, and he found happiness with you.

Your lover, childe, has gone out once again to take care of some "business." Apparently, he has loads of things to take care of, so today was another one of those sleepless and quite cold nights in Snezhnaya where you yearn for your lovers warmth but unfortunately he cannot be there. The candle was lit by your bedside table. You used the faint glow it provided to draw on your sketchbook. After all, you needed something to help you sleep, and this was the best thing you could do now. It was 3 p.m. now. Childe entered through the front door into your shared home. He tiptoed softly and carefully to not wake you up since it was an odd time to be awake. He stepped foot into your room and smiled, seeing you fast asleep. It was quite cold, and your blanket wasn't on top of you. While pulling the covers over you, he saw him drawn on your sketchbook. He looked at the drawings and he felt butterflies in his stomach. A faint shade of pink was dusting his face and a small smile graced his lips. "ajax?...you're home?" you spoke in a drowsy tone. He smiled and said "I'm home" while removing the sketchbook from you and setting it aside. Although the room was quite dark, you swear you saw a faint glimmer in his eyes...

THOMA —

He runs back and forth around the house from morning to evening. As expected, he grows tired by the end of the day, even if he tries napping during his breaks. You, however, seize this opportunity to admire his angelic features more closely since he is static in one place. At least for some time...

The Kamisato Estate was obviously busy with him conducting some classes about housework and dealing with the housework of the estate. Finally it was four o'clock in the afternoon and he had finally got his much needed rest. While he dozed off on your lap, taking in the comfortable warmth, you were busy sketching away on your sketchbook. His eyes, his sleepy face, his ruffled hair, his parted lips. Not a single detail would you miss. When his rest was finally over, he got up, but you had fallen asleep. It's understandable since you also work around the house with him a lot. When he tried getting up, the book fell from your hand. Whilst trying to pick up the book, he saw his sketches on your book. He was amazed and embarrassed since he was drawn so intricately on such a small piece of paper. A soft hue of pink bloomed across his face. He turned his body towards you and gently caressed your face. He kissed your temple and whispered "sleep well dear.."

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