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rehkkuma · 3 years

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heyyy. i hope you’re doing well!!

can i request prompt #3 from the suggestive list where the stardust crusaders are in singapore and the reader is swimming in the pool. while she’s swimming, her bikini top comes undone and they walk by her?

make sure you get enough rest and drink plenty of water<33333

tysm anon! <3 everyone reading this right now, drink some water too while you're at it!!

"i'm not a pervert, i swear...!" w/ the crusaders

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, suggestive content, horny french man.

Jotaro Kujo

-Joseph set a curfew for all the crusaders to make sure no one goes missing, so Jotaro's kind of annoyed that he has to be the one to look for his roommate. Why couldn't you just be more responsible and be back on time?

-Luckily, Jotaro was able to find you in the pool almost immediately. He walked near the edge, ready to call you to come back until...

-Oh. You're not wearing a top. Maybe he should say something instead of awkwardly standing there.

"Jotaro? How long have you been there?"

-He lowers his hat to hide his embarrassment. For someone who has acute precision and quick response time, it sure took long for his reaction to kick in.

"I'm not a pervert. I swear."

-He honestly didn't mean to look at you, he was just so surprised to see one of his trusted teammates in such a situation.

"C'mon, let's just go... You're way past curfew..."

Noriaki Kakyoin

-Kakyoin would be sunbathing on the side while you're swimming in the pool.

-He'd respectfully sneak a look at you every so often. Your swim piece matched your skin tone perfectly, complimented your body type, and made you look 10x more confident: you were basically a goddess in his eyes.

-Kakyoin's not dumb enough to just stare, he'd try his best to occasionally give a sly glance.

-In an attempt at him trying to be sneaky, he accidentally makes eye contact with you, coincidentally when you're topless.

-Would immediately cover his eyes and apologize.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm not a pervert, I promise you."

-Please don't bring this situation up with the other crusaders. He knows that they're going to take it the wrong way and tease him endlessly.

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

-Polnareff is the one who suggests swimming. He gets to see a pretty girl in a swimsuit and they can swim together in the hot sun? Why would he not suggest this??

-He'd splash water at you playfully before you start to splash him back.

-Maybe it had gotten too aggressive because your bikini top began to slip off.

"Ma chérie, your top is-"

-Polnareff stops his movements, watching your bikini slowly float to the top of the water. For the first time, Polnareff actually shut up.

-The water was able to distort your upper body, but since Polnareff stood so close to you, it didn't distort much.

-Once he realizes how long he's been staring, he's going to immediately turn around and blush.

"I'm not a pervert, I swear...!"

-If you laugh it off and flirt with him, he's going to stop playing innocent.

"If you wanted to play that game, I would've invited you to more than just swimming!~"

Muhammad Avdol

-Your "partner" throughout the journey was Avdol. He was trustworthy and nice to have around, so you asked him to join you at the pool.

-He wasn't too interested in swimming, so he decided to sit aside and read the book he brought instead.

-Avdol wouldn't be lustful and try to slip peaks at your body (unlike some of the other crusaders) because he's a lot more proper than that.

-He'd turn to look at you once he hears a loud-ish splash coming from your direction.

-Concerned, he'll get up and check on you. He'll ask if you're okay but will cut it off short once he sees that you're basically nude.

"Ah! Miss L/n, I swear I'm not this indecent.”

-He'll cover his eyes and apologize. You'll have to reassure him that it's fine or else he's going to hold himself accountable for the rest of his life.

Joseph Joestar

-Because the crusaders had a bit of extra time on their hands, Joseph asks if you'd like to chill at the pool with him (because his grumpy little grandson rejected his request).

-Joseph would be putting on sunscreen, ready to join you into the water until he notices that you weren't wearing a top.

-Cue his iconic "OH MY GOD!"

-His loud voice causes you to jump back and realize that he just saw you naked.

"I'm not a pervert, I swear!"

-Joseph will gladly take a beating from you as a punishment afterwards.

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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yo reh!! what’s up?? hope you’re doing well. can i request prompt 🔞 with leone abbachio from vento aureo??

hii, i'm doing pretty good!! i remember writing that prompt down and thinking "someone's gonna request this with either jotaro or abbacchio i just know it" AND YOU DID IT. lolol anyways here u go! <3

🔞 - getting caught in the act together w/ leone abbacchio

words: 673.

disclaimers/tags: nsfw (minors dni), fem pronouns, afab reader.

Abbacchio's head was planted between your thighs, sucking your clit. His left arm was firmly wrapped around your thigh to keep you from shaking, his other hand too busy with pumping inside your wet cunt. As your head rolled back into the mattress, you squeezed your breasts while letting out soft moans. Even if your eyes were closed shut, you could tell there were layers of slick drenched across your thighs from how easy Abbacchio fit his fingers inside you.

"You should've said so if you wanted this sooner," Abbacchio said, mumbling on your skin.

"W-What was I supposed t-to do?" you struggled to say out loud. "Ask to fuck in the middle of a m-mission?"

Abbacchio pulled away from your cunt to speak. "I wouldn't have minded that," he said before dipping his head back between your legs.

"Y-Yeah right," you chuckled.

Before long, you felt as if Abbacchio's fingers felt tighter inside you. Each time he pushed them back inwards, it'd happen slower and rougher─ almost struggling to fit inside completely. Knowing what this meant, Abbacchio backed away from you and began to tie his hair up with a spare elastic. While you were laying down on the bed─ wet around the thighs and weak to the knees─ Abbacchio watched your ruined figure as his hand stroked up and down his cock. After a few pumps, he grazed his dick on your entrance, spreading around your wet cum before slowly inserting himself inside you.

"A-Ahh," he groaned. "I could probably cum right now if he wanted to."

You bit your lip and blushed. You lifted your hips up and down to slide Abbacchio's dick further inside you, smiling. Every movement started slow, but gradually became faster. You and Abbacchio had a persistent pace, slowing down just in case if the other felt like cumming too soon.

"A-Abbacchio!" you groaned, reaching your hand out to stop his hips. "I'm gonna cum if you keep going!"

Abbacchio let out a grunt. "Then cum."

You covered your mouth and bit your forearm. As your eyes closed, you felt your orgasm shake your body from head to toe, feeling Abbacchio's cum fill inside you a bit after.

"Leone," you said, chest heaving up and down. "I love you."

Abbacchio panted and pulled out from your cunt, staggering to lay down beside you. He turned his head and kissed your cheek. "I love you too," he replied.

The two of you stayed silent, only listening to your breaths. You wanted to fall asleep with him right there, but you knew you couldn't with the sweat and cum gleaming on your skin. You slowly started to sit up, ready to take a shower but stopped once you heard a knock on the door.

"Oi, Abbacchio!"

You paused at your tracks. That voice belonged to one person and one person only: Passione's notorious revolver-carrying gunslinger, Guido Mista.

"Mista, you fucking idiot- Don't come inside!" shouted Abbacchio, but it was already too late. Mista had already barged inside the room, carrying a pile of laundry.

"Abbacchi- Shit!" the gunslinger cursed. "Ah, fuck sorry! I swear this was an accident!" He turned around and covered one of his hands over his eyes.

"Who the hell knocks and doesn't wait for a response?" Abbacchio spat out. "You knock, then wait for me to answer!"

"I thought you'd be reading a book or something! How was I supposed to know you were having sex?" Mista yelled in return.

You awkwardly sat on the bed, blanket just barely covering your naked body. You let out an 'ahem' to interrupt the boys before speaking. "It's too late now to do anything. Mista, just leave for now and don't ever mention this again, will you?"

Mista let out a groan. "Mhm. Got it." He dropped the clothes on the floor and left the room, making sure not to slip any peeps.

Abbacchio looked you in the eye, unimpressed and filled with annoyance. "Lock the door next time."

With a sheepish grin, you nodded. "G-Got it."

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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hey reh!!! i love you’re writing and i was hoping if i could request prompt #8 from the nsfw list with jotaro kujo from diamond is unbreakable??

i hope you have a great day/night!!

hii anon!! i'm glad you like my writing, it means a lot!! <33 i'm sorry this took so long, but i hope you like it!ヽ(^◇^*)/

“quiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hear” w/ jotaro

words: 1.65k. disclaimers/tags: nsfw, fem pronouns, afab reader, brief use of degrading language!

You heard about Morioh before; you recalled having an old friend who used to grow up in the small town, though, you never expected to visit.

Prior to arriving at Morioh, Jotaro told you about a younger uncle he has— one that was still attending high school. You were fairly aware of the Joestar's complicated familial issues, but you didn't expect him to have an uncle who's half his age.

By the time you arrived at your hotel with your lover, he was already busy searching for the young boy Josuke Higashikata. It was a shame, too. You'd hoped to visit one of the famous restaurants in Morioh with Jotaro, possibly for a date.

With each day passing, Jotaro was getting busier. He'd be sending or receiving calls, study suspicious-looking photographs for hours, or not even be in the hotel with you. Compared to his marine biology work, you'd never seen him so focused on anything.

Over on the hotel bed was your phone, ringing loudly. You rushed to pick it and noticed Jotaro's name on the screen.

"Jotaro?" you said, phone in your hand.

"Y/n." Jotaro's voice was raspy— a sign that he was incredibly tired. "I'm on my way to the hotel right now."

A smile formed on your face. "Ah, really?" You looked at the digital clock near the hotel bed, noticing how it was still only the afternoon. "It's pretty early. Finish all your work today?"

"Mmh." Jotaro groaned. "Still haven't had lunch yet. Are you up to go out somewhere?"

"Yeah, sure. What time should I get ready?" you asked.

"I'll be at the hotel room by 2. Just don't do any stupid shit until I get there.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "I won't."

* * *

From your hotel's window, you could notice how great the weather was today. Because of the probable hot weather, you chose to wear a backless, simple satin dress. It was solid-coloured with your favourite shade of red, and comfortable too. The only downside to the dress was the string straps: they were a bit long for your frame, forcing you to fix their positions so you wouldn't accidentally reveal yourself.

As you waited for Jotaro's return, you fidgeted with the bedsheets, playing with the loose blanket while you sat on the edge of the bed. You were bored, but luckily it was only 10 minutes before 2 o'clock

"Y/n?"

You turned around and looked at the door. Jotaro, who you assumed was on the other side, knocked on it several times.

"The door isn't locked!" you said from across the room.

A quiet grunt came from the door, Jotaro coming out from behind shortly after. He remained as quiet as ever, walking into the room without saying a word.

"Hey, Jotaro." You said, fingers tracing the side of your dress. "You're here earlier than I thought."

Jotaro shrugged, walking to the bed's direction afterwards. "I thought there'd be more traffic," he said in a monotone tone.

"Well, we might as well just head out right now, yeah?" You got up from the bed to stand up to Jotaro's height, but you noticed his lack of eye contact. His eyes were glued to your cleavage.

"Oh-" Jotaro immediately looked up, now locked onto your eyes. Despite believing that he was extremely mature, he still had his urges.

"I guess you like the dress too?" you teased in a flirty pitch. Wanting to rile him up more, you let the dress strap hang lower, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your chest. "Are we ready to go out now?"

Jotaro finally looked away from your body, cursing. "I'm engaged to a whore, aren't I?"

Your eyes rested blissfully as you smiled. "Yes, but I'll always be your whore, Jotaro."

Jotaro scoffed, but still had a smile on his face. His hand moved towards your waist, his thumb slowly rolling across your curves. "Let's see you prove it."

You excitedly rolled up your dress and sat on Jotaro's lap. Your hands glided behind Jotaro's neck before your lips connected with his. It had been such a long time since Jotaro has given you special "treatment," but today was finally the day.

"Mmmh," he grunted into the kiss. His hands were now both on your ass, tongue sliding into your mouth at the same time. It had been so long you've gotten intimate with your lover that you could already feel your panties pool in anticipation.

"Jotaro," you whispered in your kiss. "L-Let's cancel our date. Just fuck me instead here, please."

From hearing your whimpering pleading, he felt his erection grow. He nodded immediately and continued to kiss you. While his mouth was busy, he took one of his hands and placed it on the core of your stomach. His finger slowly made its way lower before rubbing against your clothed clit.

"Ah..." You broke away from Jotaro's mouth as your head swung back. You could feel Jotaro's finger put more pressure on your clit, causing your legs to shake from the feeling. Before long, Jotaro's other hand moved to your thigh. Slowly, it moved closer to the space between your thighs. Once his finger finally made it to your panties, he slid them to the side before dabbing into your entrance.

"You're soaking," he said, revealing the layer of slick coated against his fingers. "Really missed me, huh?" He put his finger back inside you, moving it back and forth in slow motion. Once you were wet enough, Jotaro added in another finger. The more he pumped his finger, the more slick dribbled down his wrist. You were getting so close; only a few pushes and you'd come. Closing your thighs on Jotaro's fingers, you tried your best to hold it in.

"J-Jotaro," you said, voice trembling. "I'm close."

Jotaro let out a satisfied grunt and slowly took his fingers out of you. His digits glistened from the room's light, completely wet and soaked. Jotaro dabbled his fingers, spreading the wetness around before sucking them clean. Any saliva on his fingers was wiped off on his pants.

"Get on your knees," he demanded as he got off below you.

"Yes, sir." As you crawled to the center of the bed, you slipped off your dress and underwear. You were on your hands and knees-- head straight forward. Behind you, the sound of Jotaro unbuckling his belt could be heard. You could practically feel your cunt drip from anticipation. Impatient, you whined his name.

"I'm almost done, I'm almost done," he reassured. Once the fidgeting sound stopped, you felt the edge of Jotaro's dick hit your ass. You closed your eyes and felt Jotaro insert his cock inside you, causing a groan out of the two of you.

"I missed this feeling so much," Jotaro moaned. "I missed you so much."

You smiled. "Me too. Now, what are you waiting for?"

Jotaro let out a low chuckle and began to move. He slowly pushed his length inside you, moving back once he couldn't reach any further. It was a lot easier for him to pick up the pace considering how wet you already were. Jotaro began to speed up, going to the point where the sound of his dick filling inside you was loud enough to echo in your room.

"A-Ah! J-J-" you moaned, interrupting yourself. "Jotaro! Oh my god, it feels... so good."

Jotaro, being equally lost in pleasure, only replied with a grunt.

Every time Jotaro pulled back, you clenched your jaw, waiting for him to slam himself back into your cunt. Your legs were drenched and dribbling with cum, only making the sound of sex louder.

"Oh my god, oh my god-" you groaned. "Harder, please! Jotaro!"

You suddenly felt Jotaro's hands grip your hips tightly, fucking you harder and faster than before. Jotaro then got close to your ear, breathing heavily before muttering, "Quiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hear. We don't want noise complaints, don't we?"

Like a drunk man, you stole one of the bed pillows and planted your face on it. Any moans that would ring in your hotel room would now stay concealed with a small feather pillow.

"Fuck!" you screamed into the pillow. Your legs started to feel weak, just barely being able to keep your current position. Jotaro, being all too familiar with your patterns, knew what this meant.

"Don't cum yet," he mumbled. "Just- hold on a bit, okay?"

Your eyes began to get watery, tears starting to form in your creases. All you could manage was a quiet, "mhm," back.

"Mmn. That's a good girl." Jotaro continued the speed he was going. After half a minute of continuous movement, you could feel him losing consistency. The fingers that were on your hips began to dig into your skin, his voice began to get louder, and his thrusts began to get erratic.

"J-Jotaro," you said. "I can't hold it! I-I'm gonna cum."

"I- me too."

Jotaro thrusted himself deep into you one last time, releasing himself inside you. You came alongside Jotaro, letting out one final moan. Your mind felt fuzzy, but you slowly felt your consciousness become more clear. Jotaro then pulled out, slumping on the bed beside you.

"That was great," he said.

"Y-Yeah?" You rolled over to lay on your back beside him. "God, you don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

Jotaro let out a chuckle and took his arm to bring you closer. He pulled you on top of him, letting you rest on top of his bulky chest. Before Jotaro could ask if you needed anything, your stomach growled loudly.

"Still wanna cancel that dinner date?" Jotaro joked.

"No..." you admitted. "Let's go later... After one more round..."

Jotaro didn't say anything, but you could tell he was smirking above you.

"Alright. Just be quieter this time."

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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Hi! Hope you're fine! Can i request a one-shot with prompt #1 from the fluff list with Polnareff and a shy reader? Thks in advance 💞!

hii i'm doing good! and ofccc <3

"your hair... it's so soft" w/ polnareff

words: 939.

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, descriptions of bloody wounds (not too graphic but a warning just in case), fluff!!

"What's so different with Y/n? Did your overconfident ass just suddenly disappears once she's involved?"

Polnareff flailed his arms around in the air, making a "shh" noise at the 17 year old. "Oi, Jotaro! We're only like, 15 feet away from the cafe! If you say it so loudly, she's gonna hear!"

Jotaro rolled his eyes, huffing out smoke from his cigarette shortly after. "You're being overdramatic."

Polnareff began to turn red. "I just don't wanna ruin what I have with her, y'know?" he said, angrily taking a puff from his cigarette.

"She seems like she likes you. Have you seen the scared look she gives me whenever I call her name?"

The French man grunted. "Gahh, that's different, Jotaro. Anyone would be terrified of you."

Jotaro shrugged. "Give it a shot. You might not have another chance."

"Can't believe I'm listening to a stupid teenager," Polnareff mumbled, stomping on the remainder of his cigarette. "Alright, alright. I'll see how it goes."

* * *

As the day went by, Jotaro watched poor Polnareff attempt to woo you over, failing every single time. Jotaro-- being as observant as he was-- knew that you showed a clear attraction to the man. You weren't vocal about it, but anyone (excluding Polnareff) could notice your attraction to him. Polnareff was just a bit unfamiliar with pining for a quieter, shier person like you.

"Maybe women just don't like you," Kakyoin teased, looking straight at Polnareff.

"Well, Mr. Playboy over here told me he thinks she does! Didn't you, Jotaro?" Polnareff nudged his elbow at the 17 year old.

Jotaro sighed, mumbling his signature phrase afterwards. "She's expecting you to confess to her, not say corny lines. She's timid, so just be honest with your feelings once she returns from the bathroom."

"Ironic, coming from you." Polnareff crossed his arms. "What's taking her so long anyway? Avdol and Joseph are already back⎯⎯ the hell would she still be needing to do?"

Kakyoin put his hand to his mouth, letting out an awkward cough. "I don't think those kinds of comments are appropriate, Polnareff, especially when-"

You staggered out of the ladies' bathroom, holding your arm with your opposite hand. Your breathing was sporadic and you were scattered with cuts on your face. The stance to your walk was crooked⎯⎯ similar to a broken wind-up toy. While you made your way to the group, the crusaders looked at you with shock, wondering who could've done this to you.

"Y-Y/n!" Polnareff yelled, running over to help you stand. "Who did this?"

Immediately, the entire group summoned their stands and looked around to see any potential enemies.

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. They ran away, probably won't be returning anytime soon, though," you huffed out. "This really hurts, God..."

Joseph deactivated Hermit Purple and ran up to you, putting a hand up against your cheek. "I don't think a first aid kit is gonna fix you up right now. We're gonna take you to the hospital, alright?"

You nodded. "A-Alright.."

Joseph smiled down at you before getting up to speak with the other crusaders. "By the looks of it, Y/n might only need to be in the hospital for a few days, max," he said. "We don't need everyone to come, so I'll take her alone. The rest of you, keep an eye out."

They all gave a thumbs-up, but you objected.

"Could... Polnareff come?" you asked, slightly slurring your words.

"I don't-" Joseph looked back at Polnareff who was blushing intensely from your suggestion. "Sure, sure."

You smiled and grabbed onto Polnareff, which helped you walk to the car. Joseph jumped into the front seat and started the engine. Before he could press on the gas, you looked out the window and waved at the other crusaders. Once they waved back, you sighed and leaned on the glass window of the car, feeling the car move after.

"Do you want to lean on me?" Polnareff suggested, slightly blushing. "The window's going to be uncomfortable."

You nervously fiddled your fingers and nodded. "Thank you," you murmured.

"Ah, it's no big deal!" Polnareff smiled.

You scooted a seat over and relaxed onto Polnareff's arm. His muscles were firm, but still soft enough to work as a pillow. Normally, you'd be more embarrassed to do these kinds of things, but you were exhausted from a stand fight that your mind loosened up.

You relaxed your body on him, then slightly directed your eyes up to Polnareff. Because the whole group was moving around all day, Polnareff's hair slowly started to fall from its usual style. Fringes of his hair began to cover his eyes and nose, causing him to blow it out of his face. You let out a giggle, catching Polnareff's attention.

"Is something funny?" the French man said, a slight grin on his face.

"No..." You smiled and put a finger up to his cheek before twirling a few strands of his hair with your finger. "Your hair... it's so soft. I think you look cute like this."

"H-Huh?" Polnareff stuttered.

You immediately put your hand away, realizing the bold move you'd just done. "Ah, sorry!"

"No, no. It's completely alright." He took your hand back and placed it against his cheek. "It's fine, I like it."

You smiled as your eyes stared into his. Polnareff's pupils began to dilute the more you looked at him, as did yours.

"You two good back there?" Joseph asked, looking at the rearview mirror.

"Everything's great, Mr. Joestar!" Polnareff yelped. "Everything's great. Right, Y/n?"

You calmly dug your fingers into Polnareff's hair and nodded. "Y-Yes! Everything's perfect."

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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like old times chptr. 2/4 | fugo x reader

PART 5 SPOILERS UNDERNEATH

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words: 1.2k.

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, angst, language.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

Fugo grumbled and opened his right eye, seeing his girlfriend standing in front of him. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Not too long. Just 10-ish minutes," she replied, proceeding to kiss her boyfriend on the forehead.

"Hey, you two. You realize we share this space, right?" Mista complained, pointing at Coco Jumbo's shell.

Fugo turned red in embarrassment, hiding a part of his face onto the couch. "Fuck off," he spat.

Mista put his hands up defensively, not wanting to anger the boy any further.

"'Cara,'" Narancia air-quoted. "When did you become such a romantic, Fugo?" the raven-haired boy said in a flirty tone, one that could be found in a 50's movie. This only caused Fugo to groan into the armrest of the couch.

"Alright, let's leave the two love birds alone. We still have a job to finish," Bucciarati said firmly.

That's right. There was no time to goof around. This would be their final mission from the boss. Even after all that work, who knew how the boss would punish each one of them if they failed.

Outside the turtle, Giorno called out for Bucciarati. "We're here," he said.

"You heard him," Bucciarati repeated. "We're here."

Anyone else who wasn't already on the canal boat began to leave the turtle. Immediately, Narancia began to do an extensive search with Aerosmith while Mista prepared his Sex Pistols for any emergencies.

"Trish and I will enter the church as we were ordered," the capo said. "Also, Giorno. Could you give me that charm to wish me good luck on this final mission?"

'Good luck'? Fugo laughed to himself. Since when did Bucciarati need a lucky trinket? He thought it was a bit peculiar, but brushed it off as harmless.

"Yes, ladybugs do bring good luck," Giorno said, passing his brooch over. "I wish for everything to go smoothly, Bucciarati."

Y/n nodded. "Let's aim for an even higher position in the organization next time!"

"Mhm, yeah!" Narancia cheered.

Bucciarati smiled at his team. "Yeah... You're right." He looked over at Trish and signalled her to walk. "Let's go, Trish."

Sitting on the boat, the remaining team members watched as the two walked into the giant building.

"Hey," Fugo whispered in his partner's ear. "I heard the carpaccio at the Hotel Cipriani is fantastic."

"And what are you trying to imply?" she asked, a hint of flirt in her voice.

"I don't think I need to spell it out for you." He smirked, slyly putting his hand on top of hers.

"We'll discuss staying in Venice for a few days after Bucciarati returns."

"Whatever you say, tesoro."

* * *

San Giorgio Maggiore. That was supposed to be their final destination. Trish would be taken to the top of the church along with Bucciarati as her bodyguard. Once the mission was completed, the gang would never see her again. So why the hell was she still here?

"I'll keep it short and simple," Bucciarati said as he placed Trish's limp body onto the boat. "I'm afraid I don't have the time to explain the details, but I betrayed the boss."

"I- I don't think I heard you right," Narancia stuttered in disbelief.

"Y-Yeah," Y/n added.

Giorno, who was standing beside the teen couple, approached Bucciarati in a collected manner. "I think you should explain. They might want to join our side."

Fugo then remembered Y/n's words from the night prior.

"Giorno. He's terrifying."

The words he didn't fully understand then, he could fully grasp at now.

As Bucciarati began to explain his reasonings for betraying the boss, Fugo couldn't get a word through his head. Why was this happening? Just a few minutes ago he was talking to the love of his life about a vacation in Venice. Fugo always believed in Bucciarati, so why did he choose to make such an idiotic decision-- and now at all times?

"I'm going to be blunt with you, Bucciarati," Fugo said, holding his arm to stop shaking. "I understand your reasons for doing what you did, but how could you let your emotions take over you like that?" His voice shook more as he talked, but he didn't stop. "I really owe you my life, but this is a completely different matter. You've lost sight of reality. No one can survive in this world on expectations alone, no one is going to get on that boat-"

Fugo's heart sank. Footsteps-- ones that belonged to neither Bucciarati's nor Giorno's approached the canal. Out of all the members, it was his dearest love's.

Without hesitation, she walked down the steps and onto the boat, taking a seat. "I don't know what I'd be chasing if I wasn't serving you, Bucciarati." She looked down into the water, refusing to see her boyfriend's reaction. "Leaving you alone to fight the boss is worse than killing you myself. I'm not going to let someone I love walk into a suicide alone."

Proceeding her betrayal against Passione, Abbacchio, Mista, and Giorno went on the boat as well.

"Love?" Fugo spat out. "Are you fucking delusional?"

Y/n took a deep breath and shook her head. "Don't get it wrong. The love I feel for Bucciarati is not similar to what I feel for you. I was never loyal to Passione, I was always loyal to Bucciara-"

"God, you and Bucciarati! I always found it weird how you always sucked up to him!" Fugo gripped his fists, enough for them to turn white. "You care for him, so you're going to fucking die for him? If he told you to die right now, would you just do it like a wasted zombie? Do you have no backbone?"

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her tears from falling. "Maybe I don't."

"Cara, let's take a second to rethink things, alright?" he said, trying to take a soothing approach. "I care for you, so so much. I don't think you should do this, please."

Bucciarati looked over at Y/n, concerned. "He's right. You don't have to do this."

"After hearing Fugo, I think my decision has been made clear." She used the back of her hand to wipe the inner corners of her eyes. "Thank you, Fugo. For everything. Maybe we'll get to share dinner in Venice next time."

The poor boy couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. His knees fell to the floor, tears following soon after. "You idiot!" he coughed out, voice cracking. "There isn't going to be a next time."

Fugo remained on the floor, crying. Behind him, Narancia restlessly scratched at his arms, still debating whether or not he should join Bucciarati.

"Is this going to be all?" Giorno asked, looking at Narancia and Fugo, then back to the passengers on the boat.

"It seems so," Bucciarati said. "Once we take off, you're officially traitors."

Mista, Abbacchio, and Y/n nodded understandingly.

"Alright. Let's go then." Bucciarati then leaned down to start the boat.

While the other members looked off into the distant water, Y/n tried her best not to turn around. She knew if she looked back at Fugo, she'd be a crying embarrassment. As much as she tried not to, she found herself turning anyways. Once she saw Fugo's broken form weeping on the ground, it was a lost cause for her. Smalls cries turned into loud sobbing, her voice hicking as she gasped for breath.

"Y/n." Bucciarati calmly made his way next to the girl, wrapping his arm around her. "I promise you that you'll see him again. I know he'll be waiting for you."

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like old times chptr. 1/4 | fugo x reader

PART 5 SPOILERS UNDERNEATH

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summary: Fugo didn’t ever expect to see Y/n ever again after leaving Bucciarati’s team. That’s when he recognizes a familiar voice coming from a nearby restaurant table.

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disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, reader is a member of bucciarati’s team, reader has slight daddy issues, takes place after the events of part 5. also this chapter kinda sets up the next ones so the summary doesn't match at all lol.

The golden sun was setting, street lights were beginning to turn on, and the smell of expensive Italian food emitted from restaurant patios. Sitting up on the rooftop, these everyday occurrences had a completely different feeling— one that could only be described in movies.

Though the view up there was astonishing, Fugo couldn’t get his eyes off the beautiful young woman next to him.

* * *

Fugo being in a relationship with Y/n was something that Bucciarati ever intended on happening. In fact, he didn't plan on bringing a young girl like her in the first place: she was a fresh runaway from home wanting to join the mafia, probably thinking it would be a better alternative to prostitution. The young leader already had 4 capable men on his team-- he saw no need to drag another desperate soul into the criminal world.

Much to Bucciarati's displeasure, he found himself introducing the girl to his team only several weeks later. As much as he wanted to deny it, she had a talent that would be valuable for his team seeming that she was able to breeze through Polpo's light test.

With it only being less than a month since a chatty gunslinger joined the squad, the new girl probably wouldn't feel like a total outcast either. Although comfortability isn't ideal in the mafia business, Bucciarati wanted to try his best to get his newest and only female member to feel safe in this environment.

"She's our newest member," Bucciarati informed, patting her shoulder.

The four men at the restaurant table looked up at her with dead glares. It was hard to tell if they were unimpressed, uninterested, or just didn't have a response. One man with lilac hair even continued to eat his food like she was just an inconvenience to his time.

Bucciarati looked at the men and sighed. "I have a phone call to take, but I better not see you acting like this towards her while I'm absent. She's our newest member-- treat her kindly, please." And just like that, the only man Y/n was comfortable with left her alone.

"Hello," she said, her posture stiff.

"Hey," a man covered in blue and red said. "You don't need to stand there so awkwardly. Take a seat." He pointed at an open seat across from him and beside another guy-- one who was dressed up in a revealing green suit.

She nodded and cautiously made her way to sit next to him. Without the assistance of Bucciarati, she felt lost.

"What's a girl like you doing with us?" a boy with messy locks and an orange hairband asked.

"She probably has her reasons. Just like you and I," the green-suited guy replied to him.

"I just need money, that's all," she said blatantly.

"Well, there's sure as hell easier ways to get that." The man with lilac hair then gave a dispassionate look, failing to take her seriously.

She didn't want to admit it, but it was true. Though her employment options were limited considering she was a runaway, there were a handful of jobs that she could've gotten but chose to ignore. In the back of her mind, she knew why she wanted to join: it was for the only man who showed sympathy for her-- Bruno Bucciarati.

"Uh, so how old are you?" the guy with the orange headband asked, fidgeting with a butter knife.

"I'm 16."

"You're one of the youngest here then! She's the same age as you, Fugo!" he chirped, poking the orange-haired boy.

Ah, so the guy in the green's name was Fugo.

"I think I heard her, Narancia," he replied irritably. "My name is Pannacotta Fugo, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

Fugo's welcoming tone was doubtful in Y/n's eyes, but she nodded anyway. "It's nice to meet you too."

* * *

Fugo noticed his girlfriend let out an exhausted sigh. She seemed to be peering down at the restaurants beneath them while fidgeting with chunks of the roof's asphalt.

"Are you hungry, cara?" he asked, placing his hand over hers. "Once we drop Trish off to the boss, I can take you to any restaurant you want. We'll finally get a break from these stand users."

Y/n continued to look ahead of her. Instead of replying, she just leaned her head against Fugo's shoulder. Now he was a bit worried.

"Talk to me," he frowned. "If something's wrong, I'm here to listen."

"It's Giorno," she spoke. "He's terrifying."

Fugo let out a laugh. "Giorno?"

Fugo's darling didn't look to appreciate him laughing. She was being dead serious.

"Ah- I'm sorry, cara. But Giorno?" he asked, this time in a much gentler tone. "He's a lot more relentless than us, but we all have the same amount of blood on our hands."

The girl got off of Fugo's shoulder and shook her head. "Do you not notice? The way Bucciarati acts with Giorno?" She threw the piece of asphalt over another building. "They clearly haven't known each other for long but they share an unwavering trust. How long did it take for Bucciarati to fully trust you or me? It certainly took less for Giorno, I bet."

Fugo couldn't deny it. It was awfully suspicious how Giorno showed up out of nowhere and immediately gained the trust of Bucciarati. The relationship between the two didn't feel like a leader and a squad member. Instead, feeling like two leaders proposing something together.

"What do you plan on doing about it?" Fugo asked, eyeing the girl with concern.

"Don't give me your crazy eyes," she chuckled. "I'm not planning on doing anything. If Bucciarati trusts him, so be it." She moved over to put her legs over Fugo's lap. "I trust Bucciarati, Bucciarati trusts Giorno. I'll eventually come to terms with him, I guess."

Y/n sat in silence for a bit, looking up at the sky behind her that was turning purple. She felt like closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep but was awoken by her boyfriend pulling her legs to straddle on his lap.

"H-Hey!" she squealed, surprised by his sudden action. "Use your words next time!"

Fugo ignored her complaints and just hid his face on her shoulder. He then placed a few kisses on her neck and moved to her jawline. "Bucciarati this, Bucciarati that-" he mumbled on her neck. "Do you ever talk about me as much as you do with that man, cara?"

She first looked away in embarrassment, but eventually shook her head in honesty. "No, but I can say for sure which one I treasure more." She leaned over, lips making their way to his.

It first started with exchanging short kisses, but the innocent pecks eventually led to an eager makeout. Fugo's hands were placed on her hips while hers ruffled the back of his hair. He could swear he was losing his mind from the taste of her, his tongue increasingly getting greedy by the passing second. After a minute, he felt her lips leave his.

"You've gotten better since our first time," she giggled.

"Don't remind me of it."

Y/n smiled and continued to laugh. If the teasing was coming from someone like Narancia, Fugo definitely would break out of a rampage of embarrassment, but it somehow felt nice when his girlfriend did it.

"We should head inside now before it gets too dark," she suggested.

"Alright."

Fugo didn't know it then, but he should've asked to stay there a bit longer. He had no idea that these precious moments with Y/n would be his last.

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rehkkuma · 3 years

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hiii ^_^ i hope you're doing well! if you have the extra time could you do a fluff oneshot (prompt 11) with polnareff with masc pronouns for the reader? and if it isn't too much trouble could you also make the reader like kind of super mean but hes actually a complete sweetheart and a softie

hii im doing great!! i kinda made the reader semi-mean than really mean (im sorry im just bad at writing mean characters 😭) so i hope this is okay! <3

"we could be more than just friends" w/ polnareff

words: 1.12k.

disclaimers/tags: masc pronouns and fluff!

It was mid-afternoon, right when the sun was at its hottest. Unfortunately for you, Joseph chose to have lunch at an outdoor bar over a cold, air-conditioned restaurant.

Sweat dripped down the each of crusaders' skin, causing their necks to glisten in the sunlight. Polnareff, being the one who wore the most revealing attire, was sweating head to toe. His broad back and muscular figure looked even more tempting than normal, practically impossible to take your eyes off of.

Polnareff could feel a glare coming from your seat as if you were leering over his shoulder like a hawk. He spun his chair to catch you in the act, immediately noticing your hungry eyes on him.

"What do you want?" you sneered, tilting your head to the right. You tried your best to have an intimidating front despite being caught peeping.

"Oh, nothing." Polnareff hummed. "Just thought someone was looking at me," he said, smirking.

Your lip lifted into a small pout. "Why would I be looking at you? If I wanted to look at something pretty, I would've spared my attention to anything else."

Your reaction caused a chuckle out of the man. "'Pretty?' So I'm pretty now, am I? You admit it, huh?"

"That's not what I said!" you interrupted, now embarrassed.

Polnareff let out a loud laugh before taking the last bite of his breakfast sandwich. "Pfft, I know you love me," he grinned.

On the other side of Polnareff was Jotaro, who only muttered a quiet "Yare yare daze."

"Got something to say, Jotaro?" the French man chirped.

"You guys are loud," he mumbled. The teen paused before reaching into his pocket, slamming a handful of Egyptian pounds on the bar table. "Do us all a favour and mess around with him somewhere else. Buy me a pack of cigarettes while you're at it, too."

Polnareff rolled his eyes and took the cash. "You heard him, Y/n! He wants us outta here." He hopped off his chair, grabbing your arm with him.

"W-Wait!" you protested.

Polnareff ignored your cries and grabbed you anyway, leading you out of the bar.

"What the hell?" you bickered. "I still didn't finish my food!"

"We'll just get you something at the store!" Polnareff smiled. "Sounds good?"

It was annoying that your breakfast was going to get cold, but deep down, you loved seeing Polnareff's goofy antics. Besides, you'd prefer a cold meal and some alone time with Polnareff than eat a hot one with four other chaotic men.

"It sounds... good," you said.

"Atta boy."

* * *

You left the convenience store with a pack of cigarettes and a small bag of chips. It was no breakfast, but it would suffice for now.

"Y/n?" Polnareff called as he opened the pack of cigarettes. "Could we sit down for a bit? Smoke break?"

You let out a sigh. "Those are Jotaro's, aren't they?"

"But he wouldn't mind if I just took one." He kneeled to sit on the curb, giving you puppy-dog eyes below you. "Come on, mon chou!" Polnareff said as he tapped the empty space next to him.

"God," you groaned. It was impossible to deny any of Polnareff's requests whenever he called you a pet name. "Fine. But make it quick."

Polnareff's smile gleamed brighter than before, excitedly taking a cigarette out of the pack. He took out a small lighter from his pocket and lit the end, taking a puff out of it afterwards. "Ahh, doesn't this feel great! We have nobody here to nag us!~"

"Yeah, but we're going to have an angry 17-year-old who will later." You pointed at the cigarette in his mouth, the one that belonged to Jotaro's. "I'm surprised you're even older than him. You still act like a kid."

Polnareff laughed at your remark, smoke escaping his lungs. "Sometimes I can't tell if you love or hate me," he chuckled. "But I guess there's a certain charm to that."

"Charm?" you questioned, trying to hide your intrigue.

"Yeah, charm," he repeated. "That's what I love about you."

Polnareff wasn't one to hide his feelings, even to strangers. He was the kind of guy to flirt with anyone who came across his path. You weren't an exception, but you couldn't tell how sincere he was about it. "Love." He'd throw the word around to you, but did he really mean it?

You looked over at Polnareff who was staring at the sun, huffing out heaps of smoke. The way he looked at the beautiful sky— you wanted him to do the same to you.

"Well..." you said, tone softer than usual. "We could be more than just friends."

Polnareff let out a gasp, coughing on the inhaled smoke. "Do you mean...?"

You regret blurting out your feelings so blankly to him, but there was no reason to take your words back now. "You said you love me just now. Or am I wrong?"

"O-Oh, well-" Polnareff's posture stiffened, his cheeks starting to heat up. "You're not wrong..."

You opened the bag of chips and popped one in your mouth, smirking. "Then what are we waiting for, dumbass?" You placed the chips aside, swallowing any remainders before kissing the top of Polnareff's cheekbone.

The cigarette inside Polnareff's mouth fumbled and hit the ground. He nervously turned around, looking at you with bright blue eyes. "I-I didn't expect that from you," he chuckled nervously.

"Well... surprises can be nice, can't they?" Now embarrassed, you turned away, face beginning to heat up.

Polnareff placed one of his hands underneath your chin, turning your head around. "Don't shy away now," he laughed.

"I'm not...!" You scrunched up your nose and quickly pecked Polnareff on the lips. "Would that be shying away?" you taunted.

Polnareff didn't say a word, just looking at you with shock again. Without a warning, he leaned in and kissed you back. It was longer and more romantic than the first, Polnareff even teasing his tongue at the entrance of your mouth. Once he moved back from the kiss, you both looked at each other with flushed expressions.

"Does that make you my boyfriend?" He had his hands together, looking up at your eyes like a puppy. His romantic aura had completely disappeared— now returning to his regular, goofy self.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, it does," you said in an annoyed tone.

The already present smile on Polnareff turned even bigger. Out of pure joy, he grabbed your face and began to scatter kisses all over.

You mumbled a small curse under your breath but remained still. Seeing the stares from strangers made you want to disappear, but hearing Polnareff's excited squeals was enough for you to endure the embarrassment. For now, you'd let your boyfriend have some fun with you.

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