#jjba x f!reader

[chocopbwafer]

from a handkerchief. (PT.1 Of Blood That Binds)

Pairing : [Jonathan Joestar x F!Reader]

TW? : None.

Word Amount : 1,131

Originally Posted On : AO3 (To view you have to login since my AO3 account Is privated to prevent bots.)

Jonathan stared down at the soft, now bloodied cloth In hand. He nibbled at his bottom lip, a new habit that he had developed when his father had the grand Idea of bringing whom was known as Dio Brando to the Joestar Manor.

  When his father had alerted him of his arrival you could almost say that he was waiting In anticipation, granted, he had been around his fair share of kids around his age, but rarely did he ever feel these friends he had were, well, genuine.

  Unfortunately for him, his wish of meeting someone genuine, someone he could get along with, someone whom he could treat like a sibling was quickly crushed the moment the carriage rode up, revealing a boy of such arrogance and rudeness Jonathan truly wasn't sure what to make of It.

  That dream of having an actual friend was swept away the moment Danny received the rough greeting of having a knee against his jaw, or how his father's gaze that once looked at him with pride now filled with disappointment with the constant questioning of 'why can't you be more like your brother?', or the pitying glances the servants would bid him, but they wouldn't dare say a word, or whenever he had tried to approach Erina she wouldn't even look at him before darting In the opposite direction.

  It was only a few months that had passed, with Dio growing a bit bolder to shove him around whenever he pleased and throw along a few snarky remarks, the servants would Ignore It blatantly, and his father- Well, he wouldn't believe him even If he told him such.

  It seemed like everything and everyone had left his side, and everyday was the same, Dio this, Dio that- He was tired of constantly hearing about the boy and seeing him switch from a charming exterior In front of others but the moment nobody's present he reverts back to pushing him around, or taunting him, for just the mere fun of It.

  He was beginning to wish that the boy hadn't even came, but If he dared to even say such a thing to his father he'd probably earn himself a slap to his face.

    Jonathan didn't know the details about her, what she looked like, what prompted the random letter to come, or where she even came from.

  He would've been excited If not for the anxiety that was tearing at his nerves, he was more worried about how she'd act, he wasn't sure If he'd be facing another that had the same qualities and traits matching of Dio Brando.

  And when she did arrive, two of her servants at her side, Jonathan still wasn't sure what to make of her, the clothes she wore were ruffled and dark In color, not like the extravagant skirts he'd seen other girls around her age wear, In fact, he hadn't even seen her wear jewelry.

  Whenever she came outside she had a bonnet atop her head that came fitted with a veil In the front, and a parasol In hand.

  Danny had Instantly taken a liking to her since her arrival, Immediately running up to her with joyous barks as If he were meeting an old friend, and Jonathan felt his anxiety slip away when she knelt down, rubbing a hand along his ears as she greeted the Great Dane with a soft smile.

  Other than that though, she'd hardly speak to him, and she wouldn't even spare a glance to Dio, but perhaps that was for the better considering the blonde always had a narrow look In his amber eyes when observing her.

      Her hand raising up to leave a stinging impact upon Dio's cheek certainly wasn't what Jonathan was expecting after he had knocked him down while he was walking up the stairs.

  He was certain that she'd walk away like everyone else had, but the red imprint she had left on the blonde's face proved opposite of that as she left him wordless, and Instead walked up to Jonathan, digging through her skirt pocket as she pulled out a white cloth, her name embroidered at the side In Initials as she handed It to him. 

  "Keep It, that looks like a pretty bad bruise."

  And she had walked off without a single glance back.

      He had managed to enlist the help of one of the maids to give the cloth a good cleaning, now the same clean, soft cloth she had handed him that day, she had Insisted that he keep It, but It left him with a feeling that edged on to a certain unpleasantness, surely he could give her some form of gratitude though, and If she didn't want the handkerchief, that's fine.

  He could just give her a different one.

      It had been two long nights for Jonathan, an enduring of one of his father's more gentle scoldings for not focusing on his studies, and Dio who had, by Jonathan's surprise, left him alone for the most part, other than feeling his glare piercing his skull, the last few days felt rather peaceful for him.

  And so he had taken up a hobby, one that made the rest of the staff look at him curiously at the new past-time he had taken up.

  Embroidery.

      He'd find her rested against one of the trees, not so far from the manor, a book held tight within her hand, and her posture as usual, stiff. Though It did catch him by surprise when he hadn't even walked towards her yet, she hadn't even turned her head, yet she called his name, flipping another page In the book. "I know you're there."

  He came out of his hiding spot behind the tree, and she didn't look up until she felt something press against her cheek, she'd glance, and he handed her a small, flat, ribboned box.

  "Here." He gave a hum, settling beside her once she had taken It, opening the lid of the box as she took out the soft fabric that was within looking over It, and what served for good appearance, a black rose embroidered In the center of It, though hardly neatly done, she could tell some string from yarn was out of place.

  She let out a soft hum, "You made this?" Softly, she questioned.

  Jonathan gave a nod, though his gaze averted from the light darker dusting of tanned cheeks.

  "I know you didn't want the other one back but I wanted to make It for you."

  She gave another hum, running her fingers over the soft material.

  "...You don't like It, do you?"

  Though his fear was clearly wrong as she looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.

  "No, It's pretty JoJo, thank you."

  fin.

[thestressedskittles]

Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

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Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . little something i wrote to help with my inner thoughts. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 195 words, mentions of scars in the forearm, not specified the reason why they're there.

with a fondness almost unknown to you, his hand held your wrist firmly; raising your arm enough to have it close to his face. a lateral movement of his wrist and your forearm was already under his watchful eye. deep gaze that carefully examined your skin, marked by a pain that you never wanted to have to experience again. a part of you that you longed to bury underground forever, but, one more part of you for him to love.

—you don't have to do this. –you tried to reason, not wanting him to be aware of the pain that still resided in your grieving soul.

carefully, his gaze met yours, a prolonged silence formed between the two of you. however, with delicate slowness, in case you decided to reject his actions, he lowered his face until the gentle commissure of his lips made contact with the back of your wrists. unhurriedly and gently, he began to leave tender kisses all over your forearm, paying special attention to the deeper marks that decorated your skin.

—just... –he started uttering. —let me know all the times that, despite not knowing it, i failed to protect you.

satan, mammon (whb); jotaro, bruno, wammu, josuke (jjba); satoru, suguru, itadori (jjk); dante (dmc); dazai (bsd); jack, buddha, qin, hades (snv/ror); mammon, simeon, diavolo (om); giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, akaza (kny); draken, mitsuya, kakucho (tokrev); your favs (<3).

[neeuqiakeht]

Josuke, about Rohan: He's a walking red flag!

Y/N: Good thing red is my favorite color.

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Shopping Spree With Dio (Dio Brando x Self Insert Fanfic) JJBA—but make it at a Mall in California.

“You’ve worn that outfit twice this week.” Dio pointed out as I got dressed for the day. He swirled his drink in his wine glass as he observed me from the armchair by my closet.

“I washed it in between though. Is that… not good?” I asked.

“Not good? Tsk tsk. I can’t have you looking like I don’t spoil you rotten, my sweet girl.” Dio scoffed.

“Dio, you already got me all that jewelry from the museum. Most of it wasn’t even from the gift shop. I doubt people think I’m deprived living with a stingy boyfriend.”

“Josephine de Beauharnais had immaculate taste in white sapphire and ruby jewelry. I think you’ll find those pieces will suit you well.” Dio smirked.

“Shameless.” I said playfully. “I do admit I like her tiara.”

“That’s my girl.” He replied, getting up and standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

“It’s a shame I have nothing to go with it for the party tomorrow night.” I sighed, leaning back into Dio a bit so I could feel the comfort of his body pressed up against mine.

“That’s it. We are going out. Where is the nearest clothing boutique?” Dio demanded.

I laughed. “The mall? It’s ten minutes away.” Dio was already dragging me out the door and pushing me firmly into the passenger seat of his sports car. I braced myself, knowing full well Dio Brando only drove one way: fast. It wasn’t road rage. My man just had no patience for red lights.

He blasted Children of the Grave by Black Sabbath through the car speakers as we drove through several red lights and a grassy park. I shouted directions at him, only somewhat calm because… well… if we crashed I had a feeling he’d find a way to revive me.

We arrived in half the drive time in front of the mall. He even slowed the car enough to make parking on the sidewalk less abrupt. I sighed, disoriented.

“I’m a bit dizzy, Dio-sama.” I said, clutching my head.

He nodded sympathetically, getting out of the car and unbuckling me. He scooped me up and carried me through the entrance to the Mall. I leaned my head against his shoulder, enjoying how easily he lifted me. I wasn’t used to getting this treatment without complaints from my date as a plus-sized girl, but Dio wasn’t exactly your average boyfriend. I could feel his biceps taught with strength.

If Dio noticed the strange looks we were getting, he didn’t show it. I mean, towering god-like radiant vampire in gold and leather takes normal looking human girl shopping. I blushed with a sense of pride, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend so shamelessly into me.

He stopped in front of Forever 21, setting me back on my feet now that I felt better. “Let’s try this shop first.”

“Ok!” I replied, eyeing a pretty burgundy dress i saw on one of the racks as we entered.

I sorted through the sizes, finding their largest size. I held it up to my body. But I couldn’t be sure it would fit me right without trying it on. Dio watched me intently, occasionally commenting on which color crop top he thought would look best with my eyes.

I loved his input. Dio was never wrong when it came to fashion advice. And he also liked that I had my personal preferences.

I went into the dressing room to try on the clothes we had selected. It was only a matter of minutes before I heard Dio’s voice outside the door.

“Mind if I join?” He asked, the smooth timbre of his voice instantly identifiable to me. I sighed, not bothering to ask how he got past the employees. Opening the dressing room door, he stepped inside. After trying on several dresses I soon realized that their largest size didn’t fit me. I frowned, frustrated and on the verge of tears as I tried to zip up the leopard print dress I had selected. It was the final piece of clothing I had left to try. Tears streamed down my round cheeks as I gave up on zipping up the dress.

Dio noticed immediately and pinned me up against the dressing room wall. His gaze was intense and he was inches from my face. “They don’t have your size?” He asked.

I nodded, turning red with embarrassment.

“What a shame.”

“I guess I just wish it was easier to find clothes…. Am I really that overweight?”

Dio’s eyes blazed amber red, narrowing as he realized what I was saying. “You’re goddess shaped. Stop crying and start making out with me.” He commanded.

My eyes widened, initially shocked by hearing him say such a high compliment. Then, remembering his demands, i closed me eyes, savoring the feeling of his sinfully delicious lips kissing my neck. I tore at his shirt and he ripped off the dress that was too small for me with ease. Making out this time felt more real, my doubts about my own body’s worthiness fading away as Dio caressed it, grinding up against me with ravenous sexuality.

“Ohhhhh god… yes!” I cried, as he knelt, licking my nipples and digging his long nails into my thighs. Dio paused, grinning at my obvious excitement.

Only then did I realize there was rapid knocking on the door of the dressing room. “What’s going on in there?!” An employees voice said sternly.

Dio looked annoyed, and glanced at me with a silent question of whether or not he should dispose of this nuisance. I shook my head vigorously. He sighed, looking mildly disappointed that he couldn’t crush their skull with his hands.

“This is a clothing shop, not a place for prostitution.” The employee continued.

I frowned, grabbing my clothes I had arrived in and getting dressed reluctantly. Once I was fully dressed, Dio opened the door, coming face to face with a very cross man.

“Are you calling my woman a whore?” He said, arching an eyebrow.

Upon seeing Lord Dio, the man backed away nervously. “I uhhh. I wasn’t really— I didn’t mean.”

Dio shot me another glance before I gave him the “go-ahead” shrug.

One swift kick in the groin and the employee went down, doubling over and coughing up blood. Dio picked me up bridal style again, stepping over the wheezing man, and carrying me out into the main rooms in Forever 21.

Lord Dio marched up to the checkout and placed me on the counter in front of the cashier woman. “Provide suitable clothes that fit this girl or meet an unpleasant end!” He demanded.

The woman looked at me, then at Dio, then back at me. “Let me go talk to my manager… uhhh… just wait here.” She said, frowning.

After ten minutes of waiting, I could tell Dio was growing impatient. I distracted him for another ten minutes (yes, my tits were involved). But when the clock hit the 1:00pm. mark, Dio Brando had waited long enough, and saw through to his promise. Hell hath no fury like my boyfriend.

If we got weird looks going into Forever 21, leaving it in shambles full of zombies got us a different kind of reaction. I didn’t mind. I may not have gotten the dress I wanted in my size, but I had lost a part of me that was always questioning whether Dio saw me as unworthy because of my plump features. He saw me as beautiful, and worthy, in ways I had never seen myself. That’s when I knew I’d never leave his side.

Thanks for reading! Reblog if you enjoyed this very self indulgent fic!

Tagging: @chaos-4baby for encouraging me!

[coochellati]

I want Bruno to pin me down and unzip my body so that I am split up into a bunch of different body parts. Then I want him to fuck me while I remained detached from myself, my head propped up on a chair so I can watch.

[with3r3dflow3r]

Caught in the act - Dio x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Thinking Dio, your master, is away, you're masturbating on his bed and rutting on his pillow. You quickly, however, find that's far from the truth.

Reader is afab.

1635 words of pure horniness

CW: Masturbation, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, biting & blood drinking- like come on, he is a VAMPIRE

Inspired by this GEM

https://arvandus.tumblr.com/post/652504841642475520/icarus-overhaul-x-freader

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞  

You shouldn't have been doing this.

You shouldn't have been doing this and you knew it.

Yet here you were, doing it.

"Dio... A-ah!"

You had absolutely no excuses but, even so, you were in Dio's chamber. Alone. Without permission. On his bed. Naked. Pleasuring yourself. Using his very own pillow to create the friction you so much desired between your legs.

Every part of your current actions were screaming "forbidden" but their scandalous nature only turned you on more.

More, you wanted more.

The vampire's natural scent permeated the entire room. Having your head pressed into his pillow- half to muffle your whines and half to smell him more, tricking yourself into thinking he was there- was intoxicating, to say the least.

You rubbed your crotch on the soft material and dragged your fingers in and out of your core with unparalleled vigor. Letting out moan after moan and sweating all over, you were getting close. You held your eyes closed, picturing your Lord was the one bringing you pleasure. His image in your mind was all it took to push you over the edge.

"Ohh, Dio.. Fuck."

You collapsed on your stomach, trying to calm your staggered breathing.

You could imagine in graphic detail the consequences of getting caught but it didn't phase you in the slightest- and in a way that terrified you. It was almost like you wanted to get caught. Like you wanted your Lord to see you in such a state.

With that, you couldn't help yourself. You once again began to drag your clit against his pillow, further coating it in your juices. You arched your back in bliss, giving a show to a nonexistent audience.

Or so you thought.

"What do you think you're doing, darling?"

The whole world went still and your blood froze in your veins. You had no feeling of your lower body- apart from your ever-aching pussy. The very subject of your sexual fantasies, Dio, had caught you in the act. 

You had served him for long and were never one to disappoint. He had even gone as far as calling you his "favorite servant" on occasion- your heart fluttered at the memories. Perhaps, he'd kill you without humiliating you too much in return-

"If I'm not mistaken, I asked you something."

You gulped; your throat was dry.

"How... long have you been here?"

"Does it even matter? Answer me." 

Fair point.

"I... I'm sorry m-my Lord-"

"Look at me when you're speaking." His tone was as cold as it could be, demanding, but it was nothing less than the greatest melody you'd ever heard.

You meekly gazed at Dio from behind your shoulder. Though it remained unspoken, he found eroticism in your timidness; like an exquisite dish that was being handed to him with trembling hands.

"Please forgive me, Lord Dio. I know it's wrong but... but I couldn't control myself!!" You blabbered breathlessly, "So I'm b-begging you, don't ki-"

"Hmm," He hummed and you could have sworn he sounded bored, if not for the dangerous glint in his eye and his fang showing from his upward-curled lip. "Where are you manners, (y/n)? I don't remember telling you to stop."

"Excuse me?" you felt light-headed.

"You're not one to leave a job unfinished, are you? So go on, come for me."

You couldn't believe your ears. Dio had just- he had just asked you to...

"But- but... Dio!" You protested, your cheeks flaring. He couldn't be serious, right? Right?

"This is an order." His tone was non-wavering, definite. 

Wrong.

You sighed, ready to submit to his desires. What Dio wanted, Dio would always get and you weren't one to defy him- not now, not ever. It was't like you didn't want to continue what he had interrupted, anyway. Shutting your eyes and sliding your hand between your legs, you tried to focus only on the sensations you blessed yourself with, ignoring the intimidating presence behind you.

It was silent, save for the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of your folds, your heavy breathing and the occasional whine. You were purposefully being more quiet than usual- than moments before- for reasons obvious enough.

"Naughty, aren't you, my (y/n)? Making a mess on my bed, on my pillow." 

'My (y/n).'

You jolted at his low voice- at his choice of words, his sudden possessiveness- and the feel of his lips on the back of your ear, suddenly feeling all the more aware of the juices running down your upper thighs. You hadn't noticed him approaching you.

He was so close, pressing his warm, bare chest on your also bare back as you were working yourself.

So close yet not close enough.

He started kissing the tender flesh of your neck and soon your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

"Mm good girl," He hummed and you could feel his member pressing harder on your ass. "Again."

"What?" you whipped your head back in shock, "But I just.. I'm still sensitive-!"

Dio ground his hips against you for an answer, leaving you no choice but to turn back to your abused clit.

This time he was kind enough to help you reach your peak. Snaking his hands under your shirt, teasing and squeezing your breasts for all they're worth while licking and sucking at the side of your neck, his assistance was much appreciated.

As you were reaching your peak, it hit you; after your every orgasm, Dio would aid you more and more.

With a particularly hard bite on your skin, you came undone- again- with a moan, your whole body shuddering.

"You know," Dio began, stroking the top of your head, "I had been waiting for this moment. I could have taken you whenever I pleased but it's more rewarding seeing you break. It took you long enough."

He... wanted to see you like this? Dio, who could and would have whoever he wanted, craved for you in particular? This revelation was flattering, to say the least.

"Me too!" You said with a little more enthusiasm than intended, feeling the embarrassment creep in at once. "I had been fantasizing about you touching me for so long, my Lord. So, if you please..." you turned around and looked up at him with those innocent eyes- as if you hadn't just now begged for absolute filth; god forbid! You, innocent?- and bit your lower lip.

Dio laughed and dug his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning all over the side of your face.

"Since you're asking so nicely, I might as well indulge you."

With a push to your chest, you found yourself laying back on the bed, cold silk sheets contrasting the warmth radiating off both your bodies.

His generosity, however, didn't come without a price.

The vampire dragged his fangs across your skin, making goosebumps rise on their way, as if to prepare you for what was to come, in case his hunger-filled gaze wasn't self-explanatory. Without warning, he let his teeth sink in your soft flesh. From there on, there was no return. He continued biting down on you; ravenously, voraciously, insatiably. He was considerate enough not to actually drink from you, only break your skin and lap up the emerging blood, making you jolt in a mix of pain and pleasure. 

 Completely helpless and feeling giddy, your ragged breathing was the only thing you could do, but you wouldn't have it any other way. 

 After what felt like forever, Dio's hand finally found its way between your legs, at last rewarding you for being so obedient, and your breath hitched in your throat; his fingers were considerably larger than yours, reaching places inside of you you couldn't even dream of doing yourself. It made you so much more impatient for what would likely come next.

 He set a pace that had you whimpering and shuddering with every one of his movements. He alternated from going agonizingly slow to ramming his digits in you, all while stimulating your (swollen) clit with his thumb, making you lose your mind and any composure you had maintained until then. It was a wonder you didn't rip the sheets with how you were clutching on them.

It had only been a few minutes and you were about to burst.

"Right there! A-ah, Dio, I'm going to-"

He pulled his hand away, right when you needed him the most.

You were about to complain when you realized. Your eyes blew wide in want as you watched him in a daze lowering his head towards-

"Ngh!" he dragged his warm tongue from your hole, all the way up to your clit, proceeding to suck on it and flick it mercilessly with his tongue; you couldn't stop your legs from trembling. You curled your fingers around his golden locks, tugging on them, leading him on.

Watching him focusing solely on your pleasure, having control yet serving you, was such an intimate sight. You finished in his mouth, writhing under him and heart swelling with contentment.

You closed your eyes, laying breathless on his bed. When you opened them again, he was still hovering over you, his lustful gaze ever-present.

You gave him a weak smile, your heart racing with both fear and anticipation.

"Am I going to die after all?"

His shoulders began shaking and soon, his deep laugh reverberated throughout the room. He gave your cheek a tender kiss, pulling down his pants. If these actions alone didn't make your heart skip a bit, his following words certainly did. Words that signalled the night was far from over.

"Only a little, my dear. Only a little more." [1]

   [1]Reference to "le petit mort", a French expression meaning "the sensation of post orgasm as likened to death".

[k4shibe]

GIVE YOURSELF TO ME — JOHNNY JOESTAR

summary, teasing johnny was your favorite thing ever, so you decided to test his patience. aka johnny is a slut for u

content, johnny/gn reader, 18+!!, nipple play, handjob, dom reader, teasing, pwop, anal fingering, licking, mocking?, no actual sex, implied dildo usage at the end.

note, omg i hope the forbidden fruit things do not sound cringy😭 UGH THE ANAL PART I HATE SOOOO MUCH

word count, 818

soft moans escaped his mouth as your delicate fingers played with johnny’s nipple. on johnny’s bed the both of you were sitting, johnny in front of you moaning non-stop, one hand was pinching his nipples whilst the other was slithering down from his belly to his waist, to the waistband of his boxers. fiddling with the waistband your hand went down to his inner thigh but quickly went back up, as if it had found the forbidden fruit and contemplated eating it. johnny whined at this, he unexpectedly grabbed your hand and put it on the base of his dick.

frustrated, you bit down on his neck. leaving dark hickeys which caught him off guard, he let go of the grip he had on your hand and you took that as your opportunity to see him in just his boxers.

“take off your pants, johnny,” you said sternly, frustrated by johnny’s act of disobedience.

you had finally given in to the forbidden fruit as johnny slid down his pants shyly, you felt as if you struck gold once you saw his raging boner and pre-cum stains on his boxer. your hand massaged his balls softly. but, his boxers weren’t off yet, teasing him more you began playing with his dick with his boxers on. at first, johnny was confused but then when he realized your teasing antics he begged for your touch.

“please, y/n! please just take them off! he squirmed under your touch, trying to take off his boxers himself.

as much as you loved your boyfriend, it was such a great sight to behold seeing him like this. a mess under your touch, begging for you to properly touch him. although his whines were like a drug to your ears you wanted to have a bit more fun until you properly touched him. his moans were too hot to listen for you to stop.

“i promise, johnny. i promise i’ll take them off, just be patient,” you whispered in his ear, your warm breath on johnnys neck catching him off guard.

you couldn’t explain how adorable johnny was when he was surprised, or just how adorable he was when he was submissive in general.

your hands crawled up to the base of his dick, partially giving him what he had been begging for. your hand swiftly moved up and down johnnys clothed dick, his moans getting louder and louder. seeing that he liked this, you decided to lick the back of his shoulder, slobbering and kissing the star-shaped birthmark which you adored. after a while your hands had done enough, so to finish him off you went quicker, the speed of his moans pacing up as your hands became rougher and rougher, practically urging him to cum. after a while he finally did, his liquid squirting everywhere.

“your so good johnny, you know that?” you whispered in his ear, hugging him tightly you began to lick his neck.

johnny said nothing of this, other than a few whimpers. your tongue went up and down and back up again repeatedly, after a few minutes of licking him you wanted more action, you got up and grabbed a bottle of lube on his nightstand, you squeezed out the product onto your hand, and approached johnny.

“lie down, johnny.” you mumbled.

although he could barely hear what you said but he got the memo from the lube in your hand and the mischievous grin on your face. so he did so quickly, submitting to you in a way you’ve never seen him do before.

“spread your legs f’me…” you commanded.

although his face was red and he was very obviously embarrassed, he did as he was told and spread his legs wide open for you with content written all over your face, you put some lube in him and then on your fingers, as you stuck two of your fingers in johnny let out the loudest moan you’ve heard throughout the night.

“damn johnny! are you trying to let the whole world know how much you love my fingers?” you mocked, letting out a laugh at his embarrassed face once he realized how loud his moan was.

“shut up…” johnny whimpered.

pushing your fingers in and out of his ass. johnny seemed to love your fingers, as his moans grew louder and louder as his back was arching more and more.

you decide to have some fun and see how he reacted to his prostate being unexpectedly touched, as sensitive as johnny was you didn’t expect johnny to cum an entire river. when you finally curved your fingers and found it. johnny huffed and drooled all over himself after a while of playing with his ass.

“oh johnny, prepare yourself. im gonna have so much fun playing with you” you mumbled under your breath. grabbing a certain genital-shaped object from his closet that you were planning to use on him for hours upon end.

[johnobamasblog]

wow, inspiring words from a small man

[zzeraphilm]

May I request a story or headcanons of Jolyne x fem!stand user? Reader has a seemingly useless yet odd stand: she can make noses grow like Pinocchio whenever she or her stand pokes a nose. Her and Jolyne are far from each other, which gives reader the idea to use her stand to make her nose grow to Jolyne to send notes. Sometimes reader will surprise Jolyne by making her nose grow to reader instead. Jolyne can surprise reader by kissing her nose, and vice versa. Jolyne could help reader find ways her stand can help whether it be for fun with her and friends, or with help escaping prison. I hope this is okay, and may your summer be fun and safe 🧡

Thank you so much for your request! Apologies it took a while, I've been so busy with work! My requests are always open! Please do follow my guidelines for any questions you may have

Jolyne Kujoh x F!Stand User!Reader

Words: 850

The steel iron door slammed shut, Jolyne Kujoh had been began her first step in her long winded plan to save her father. The punishment ward was a cruel world compared to the general prison, in their own isolated rooms, each prisoner was served the more grotesque food straight from the garbage. The other locked up inmates, mainly men, were tormenting her to the edge, one man threw his own faeces through the bars of her cell. She had to focus, but each day that passed, she had to suppress her desire to call Stone Free out. She had to stick to the plan or else hers and her friends’ lives were endanger. 

“Psst.” 

Across the metallic yard, a pair of E/C orbs peaked through the bars. 

“Pssst!” 

All of a sudden, her nose extended through the bars almost stabbing Jolyne’s eye out. She poked it thinking it would be soft to touch, yet she was surprised by its rigid nature. The skin was still smooth, tiny hairs still lined the tip of the nose, she tried pinching it to see a reaction, but not even a flinch happened. At the end of the nose, was a small ripped paper.

Hello :D I’m Y/N. I saw your stand, looks cool. 

Jolyne was stunned, she poked her head through the bars to look at the girl opposite. Her eyes squinted, even through the door you could practically see her smile. Her eyes darted across the hall, only one sleeping guard. Jolyne unravelled a small line of string from her index finger to grab a tiny pebble off the ground. Quickly, she used it to scratch her reply on the back of the paper. 

I guess this is your stand then, Pinocchio. Jolyne Kujoh

She licked the tip of her finger and folded the paper over the tip of Y/N’s nose. With a swift motion, her nose jolted back across the yard. Her soft giggle echoed throughout the metallic hall. Before Jolyne could sneak a tiny peak through her cell bars, the same stained paper landed In front of her almost poking her eye out. 

Bananarama :3

The green-haired girl pocketed the little note into her bra, caressing the creased folds. She turned and left a light kiss upon the tip of Y/N’s nose, despite being tormented behind these steel walls, Jolyne still found the beauty in humans during their darkest times. Bananarama jolted back into Y/N’s enclosure. From a far, the two girls continued to communicate through whatever means necessary, through their stands, morse code or hand signs. Their estimated reunion was to be sweet, Jolyne had been giddily dreaming of showering Y/N’s face with kisses galore, having only seen her from a far and hearing the tiniest of whispers of her voice. 

Instead they were met with an unexpected enemy. The ladies had to put aside their desires and face their opponent, whose stand almost outmatched Jolyne and Y/N’s combined wit and strategic plans. Y/N hurriedly explained how Bananarama lacked any practical combat skills, wailing how useless they felt to help the woman they cared for. Jolyne was practically crumbling with fatigue and Stone Free had unwound itself to the point of no return. In the midst of the fight Y/N was pinned against the steel walls, taking hit after hit, a flurry of punches, kicks and stabs leaving her completely shattered. 

Jolyne had used too much of her energy on manifesting Stone Free, as she clutched her side, she could see pools of blood accumulate in her palm. A flicker of her first member with Y/N kicked her back into consciousness, remembering how fast Bananarama was when cast, how it withstood insane damage whilst showing no signs of harming its user. 

Jolyne cried, “Use Bananarama like a sword! Now Y/N! Whilst there’s a moment of hesitation in his punches!” 

Within a second, Y/N’s nose blasted through the head of the enemy stand user. His moment of hesitation was their golden ticket, Y/N flung the stand away with a swift swing of her head. Jolyne drew her last efforts of power to bring herself back up. Both girls began to beat the ever loving hell out of the enemy before them, until he cowered back into the shadows. 

“Holy shit! That was insane JoJo!” 

Before the two could face each other, Bananarama poked Jolyne’s cheek harshly.

“Oh shit, sorry doll!” With a swipe, Y/N’s nose was back to its original length. She giggled at Jolyne’s teasing. Their hands landed on each others waist, drawing them closer to one another. In the middle of the steel cell yard, piles and piles of unconscious bodies surround them. They share their first kiss together, foreheads touching and smiles dancing across their faces.

“You’re so adorable, even with your Pinocchio nose.” 

“Oh really?” Suddenly, Jolyne’s own nose began to stretch by the speed of light thanks to Y/N’s pinch of the green-haired woman’s nose. They could only laugh at the scene around them before FF and Annasui found them. 

[conellu]

My Heart’s A Rabid Dog Trying To Put It’s Teeth In You

Yoshikage Kira x Reader

Briefly mentioned: Koichi/Reader (platonic), Rohan/Reader (platonic/romantic)

Canon Divergent AU

Soulmate AU

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You didn't hate him, you couldn't hate him, he was your soulmate after all. Whatever you did to deserve such a vile soulmate in a past life, you decided, had to be absolutely despicable.

You hated him.

You hated him.

You hated him.

You repeated the sentence in your head over and over again as you watched him loom closer, eyes fixed sharp on you in a way that made you regrettably feel warm. You didn't hate him, you couldn't hate him, he was your soulmate after all. Whatever you did to deserve such a vile soulmate in a past life, you decided, had to be absolutely despicable. He wore a warm, faint smile as he gently grasped your hands and pressed a gentle kiss against your cheek. Your stomach erupted into butterflies despite your anger towards the gesture, face blushing as though you were kissed by someone who wasn't a monster.

He hummed as he collected the dishes, glasses, and silverware, content with his life while you sat in anger and disgust. Your body screamed at you to join him, to be as close to him as possible at all times, he was your soulmate after all. Your stand had made occasional appearances tonight, as per usual, as your soul did not care that the man you were fated to be with was a monster - someone who destroyed countless families and lives for his own selfish gain. Your stand mingled with Killer Queen, evaporating into nothing every time you got a hold of yourself.

You stared daggers into the back of his head as though by spite alone he would die and you could leave, no longer bonded to him. It would be a lonely life, your soul would call out for his until your own death, leaving you to cry and whine at night. But, you thought, that would be a more tolerable life than the one you were living now. Unfortunately, soulmates could not hurt each other. This was the only reason Yoshikage Kira had let you live. Part of you wishes he coduld have killed you, wishes he made your body explode. Maybe you could join Reimi after your death and you could help again, you could fulfill what you wanted to do before meeting his eyes.  You could apologize to her and everyone that you got stuck with the one soulmate you wished you never had.

"Now, now dear..." He started, tone edging on parental as though you were just a child and he had to chastise you. "I made sure our dinner was your favorite. Are you upset because I am to find a new girlfriend tonight?" His stupid smirk was audible, fueling your disgust and hatred for the man. "Are you jealous?" He asked, turning towards you.  he leaned against the sink as he took in your facial expressions, revealing nothing but spite and hatred for him.  He supposed it couldn’t be helped, after all you did have to witness Sheer Heart Attack render Jotaro nearly dead (you thought at the time he was dead, Kira correcting you during one of your many breakdowns) and him repeatedly slam Koichi’s head into the ground.  Even though that had been a couple months ago by now and he had made his own progress as accepting you as his fated one.

The sudden eye contact made your heart skip a beat, regardless of your own hate for the man your soul ached for him. Of course you were jealous, deep within you, you craved to be his only. The feeling made you sick to your stomach and he knew it. He knew that despite your utter, deep hatred for him that you loved him.  Despite him being a prick, seeming to get enjoyment out of toying with you, he didn’t enjoy the sitation at hand. You didn't have a choice and, to be frank, neither did he.

He wasn't extremely pleased with the situation either, anxiety and anger had pooled in him soon after he met your eyes. His world burst into color and he knew he was screwed. Soulmates cannot hurt each other, so he was unable to use Killer Queen on you. Even the idea made him feel upset, despite his initial want to make your existence disappear. Living each and every day with an empty pit in his stomach, his being calling out for you in a pitiful attempt to bring you back, did not sound very pleasing to him. In spite of it all, his anxiety and anger disappeared rather smoothly. When he strung you along to his house, your body light in his arms, he assessed the situation fully. He was, in a perverted way, living the life that many wanted. Few people connected with their soulmates at his age, not to say that 33 was old but most of his peers had long since met theirs well before their 30s.  He had gave up hope around the time he hit 27 of finding his soulmate, perhaps he already killed them before realizing what he had done or they died in some other situation. But to meet your soulmate and immediately be able to live with them?  That was unheard of, regardless of the draw that two fated lovers feel towards each other there were common practices they would have to go through before living together typically.

Life at home was a sadistic imitation of a domestic life, you stayed in the house and made sure everything was clean, put away, and ready for him while he worked. He would come home to a clean house and to you, his dear soulmate. He would give you a kiss on the cheek before going to work and upon coming home, your stands would greet each other as though they had been apart for longer than a few hours. You would ask him how work was, inform him of what was for dinner (unless, of course, he had to get a new girlfriend, then he would fix dinner for you), and sit in relative silence until bedtime. Your nighttime routines entangled each other with ease, of course you didn't have much to do given the fact you were away from home and your belongings so you had little choice but to bend to his routine. While you two did sleep in the same bed, you curled up under your own set of blankets as far away from him as possible. Without fail, you would wake up clutching onto him and before you were able to process that you were, in fact, disgusted with your soulmate you would nuzzle into his neck and inhale his scent, smile against him and plant soft, barely there kisses. To be honest, the mornings had become Kira's favorite time of day rather quickly. Before he knew it, he considered it part of his routine and looked forward to it subconsciously. Before he could reciprocate, or even tighten his arms around your form in a burst of extreme pleasure to his soul, you would yank yourself away and get up, starting on the day's routine as he lay and watch you for a few seconds.

You also were not a bad sight, before your eyes connected he had thought your form was cute, even if you were just a roadblock in his way, though he had since chalked this up to his soul knowing you were fated to be before he knew it. Your hands were nothing amazing, had it not been for you two being fated he likely would not have gave them a second glace. Overall, Kira thought as he observed your cheeks start to darken with a blush at the eye contact and softening of his feature, it was as close to a perfect, quiet life he had ever experienced and he was certain that soon enough you would stop. You would give into what you soul craved, you would accept that you and him were fated to be together, fated to protect each other and take care of one another. You would, in time, complete the final step to his ideal quiet life, giving in to your urge to dote on him.  It was not simple wishful thinking on his part, nor was it delusion.  Soulmates would always end up warming up to each other if there was any animosity, there were a few books released by couples who experienced a hard time accepting each other at first before they realized there was no use in fighting fate.

"As if," you said, looking away from the man. You could feel your cheeks burn bright as his expression softening as he looked at you, the urge to stand up and peck his cheek and smile at him nearly winning you over. "You disgust me, Yoshikage Kira." Your eyes focused on a flower pot as you chewed at your bottom lip, you could feel him still staring at you and it made your cheeks burn even hotter as embarrassment flooded over you.  You were certain he loved toying with you more than he loved nearly anything else.  It would be a lie to say that hearing his full name grace your lips didn't start a fire in him, a mix of arousal and anger burying itself deep within him. Your whines for him, whimpers of his name, replayed in his head without a second thought.

You two have had sex before, of course you had. You were soulmates, after all, and in close proximity often enough that sometimes you had to satiate yourself. It would never take long for either of you to cum, your fingers lazily in his mouth as he pounded into you with a grip on your throat. You would clinch around him soon after he would slip in, your slick pooling in your panties before he so much as got near you and either of you even initiated sex. His orgasm would come soon after, suckling and licking at your digits in his mouth while your other hand lay against his cheek in a show of absolute affection, absolute adoration. After having sex you would cry, he would leave the room to take a shower as your sat on the bed in disbelief at yourself. Sometimes you would throw up, so disgusted with yourself that you would be late getting into bed. Kira didn't reprimand you on those nights for straying from routine, allowing you to have time to yourself to digest what you did, things you said, your soft touches against his skin as though you loved him as much as you would proclaim at the height of your orgasm. Sometimes he would fall asleep before you returned, other times he would lay awake and wait on you despite his best efforts to fall asleep. You would come to bed, shaky and exhausted, falling asleep soon after pulling your blankets tight around you as though you would disappear if you could squeeze them around you right enough. The sight was enough to make his chest clinch even before he had fully accepted your combined fate, his body demanding that he comfort your sleeping form in some way. He would sigh and throw an arm over you, pulling you closer to him and burying his nose against your hair.  The first time he did this, it felt as though his body was acting on its own accord as he thought your behavior was annoying, but after he felt you relax against him in your sleep he did not want to let go.  His body wanted to protect you from whatever it was that was causing you distress even when that thing was him.

You would think about they would think, what would they say. You could see their faces clearly, disgusted with you. You could practically head their exclamations of disgust, of hatred, of betrayal towards you. Not just for being so foolish as to allow Kira Yoshikage to be so close to you, not just for you being too pathetic to get help (not that you could, your entire being was dedicated to keeping him safe and his being was dedicated to keeping you safe.  You had, on multiple occasions, picked up the phone to call someone to beg them to help you but you could not make your fingers move to dial), but for saying that you love him. That you love the monster that took away so many lives before you, that continued to take away lives as you lived together, that took away Reimi's life. You would sit hunched over a trash can while Kira took a shower and throw up until your throat burnt. If he exited the shower before you were finished admonishing yourself for a sin you were fated to commit, you would hurry behind him into the bathroom, head down and eyes filled with tears that dropped to the floor below you. You would stare at yourself in the mirror until you could no longer recognize your reflection as a face and saw it as just a collection of mishpas, misdeeds, mistakes that lead you to having Yoshikage as a soulmate. You would apologize out loud to your friends, beg their forgiveness and plead with them. You knew they couldn't hear you, of course, you knew the only being that could hear you besides yourself was Yoshikage who was sitting on the bed, warm glass of milk in hand and stealing glances towards the bathroom. He wouldn't say anything, what could he say that you didn't already tell yourself.  Speaking up in this moment would likely result in you becoming even more broken as your inner battle to run to him, to accept his words and touches, would be even harder.  Despite his own distain for the situation intially, he had grown to enjoy it when it was running more smoothly.

"Is that so, my dear?" Kira spoke lowly, taking his place back at the table across from you. You couldn't bare to look at him, knowing that if he held the same soft expression so close to you that you might slip up, you might allow yourself to indulge in the smallest affection toward the man.

Truthfully, you hadn't found the man unattractive physically. He was conventionally attractive, his voice like honey in your ears when he first talk before the battle began which caused an automatic shiver to run up your spine (which was, thankfully, undetected by the frantic Koichi because you couldn't dare have him even slightly pick up on the slight waver that graced your stance before you turned to face Yoshikage). Had he been someone different you would have unabashedly ask him to talk about anything and everything, his voice swimming around you and bringing you comfort despite the venomous words he spouted towards your short friend.

The memory of your eyes meeting kept you up some nights, still feeling like some unending nightmare. You watched as Koichi was beat within a centimeter of his life, stand unable to effect the adult man as he pummeled your younger friend. The scent of blood barraged your nose as you cried out, begging Koichi to get up, begging Kira to stop, begging Jotaro to get up, begging for anything to change. When he directed his eyes towards you snarling at your whimpering and whining and crying, time felt as though it stood still. The world exploded with color and your mouth was slightly agape as your eyes widened. His face changed in a similar way, snarl disapating into a confused stare with eyes staying transfixed on yours. You shook your head no in absolute disbelief, this had to be a nightmare. You were frozen with fear as he came closer to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a sharp frown. Were you going to die? Have the shit beat out of you? Were you going to explode as Shigekiyo had? Could he even hurt you? You had heard that soulmates are supposed to protect each other, but as Killer Queen loomed over his shoulder- it's eyes boring holes into your own stand, you thought that maybe that was just some lie. You should have ran, should have ran and ran and ran away until you found Josuke and Okuyasu, telling them the grim reality of everything that just transpired. But you stayed, as still as a mouse that had gave up a chase. His hand gripped your arm forcefully, right enough for you to whimper and draw your eyes away from his, down to your arm. He jerked you up easily, your legs automatically straighting to catch yourself from stumbling. You didn't say anything and neither did he as you both seemed to consider your next move, to consider each other's next move. He moved with you roughly before you could pull away, dragging you from the sight with an angry sigh and slight glance down at you. "I can't hurt you," he said angerly, "so you have to come with me."

His words made your brain go into overdrive, suddenly all to aware of what he meant, of his grasp on you, of the fact you were fated to be together. You yanked away from him, breath shaky as you tried to fight back the urge to cry and scream and collapse into an anxiety attack. He had his blood, Koichi's, on him. A fact that made your actions even more feverish in an attempt to break away from his grasp. "No." You said, barely above a whisper. No to what exactly, you were not sure. No to the entire situation was what you decided on upon replaying the memory in your head. No to Jotaro seemingly dead, no to seeing your friend being beat and left in a heap on the ground, no to realizing how bad your soul wanted to grab onto Kira and wanted to never let go, no to realizing that you failed and that you could never win. Even if you had been separated, your body would know rest until you gave in. Even if Josuke and Okuyasu had got there before that you would have betrayed them without intending to.  Your stand would have made its life goal to protect your fated lover, acting without your input and acting purely on what your soul wanted.

His grasp didn't falter as he walked with you, eyes going between the road ahead and down at your form. Your head was down, tears threatening to spill over as your hand that wasn't connected to the arm he had a grasp on grabbed tightly onto your shirt. Your knuckles ached with how tight you grasped your fabric, but you couldnt let it go, knowing that if you did your hand would reach out and over to him. He led you to his house without too much of a fight on your end, your stand would disobey any command that you struggled out through quivering lips and your body so tired with today's events.  To say annoyance radiated off of his body would have been an understatement, he was furious at how today went.

You mind raced as you realized you wouldnt be going home, you wouldn’t be allowed the pleasure of gathering your belongings.  You couldn’t collect the many photograpghs that adorned your wall of your friends.  You had considered Rohan your unofficial soulmate, a title he sneered at but appreciated all the same, despite his demeanor towards you, you two connected on a level you hadn't done with anyone before. You never sent a title on what you were, if you were anything more than just friends or something more, but you enjoyed his company (and he would never admit but he felt the same). But the heat that rushed towards your face, butterflies that blew up in your stomach, and the urges you felt towards to serial killer of Morioh blew it out of the water as soon as your eyes met again as he led you into his house and sat at the table.  This was the first time throw up raced towards your throat, you felt like a lovesick puppy just in his presence and he viseably relaxed despite the thoughts racing through his head.

He hated to admit it and would never vocalize it out loud, even after he came to terms with his fated life partner, but in that moment he wanted to kiss you. His soul ached to cradle you as your blood shot eyes looked up at him, despite knowing that he himself was the cause for your distress. Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a joyous occasion, both sides experiencing intense euphoria and elation at the feeling but both of you were experiencing none of that. You looked younger than him, you had to be younger than him of course if you were so close to Koichi that you cried for him as though he was your own brother.  He would later ask how old you are, a question you answered while finishing dinner one night after he had a shift at work.  He didn’t understand why he would have you as a soulmate, but with the day he was having before your eyes met, he wasn’t shocked that one of the bratty sleuthers was his beloved.

Kira jars you out of your memories with a "hm?" as he reaches across the table to gently hold your hands. He holds them as they you are a porcelain doll and will shatter, rubbing his thumbs ever so softly across your knuckles. For a second your body relaxed, your soul at ease at your fated lover's affection, you nearly smiled before you pulled them away.  He held a small grin on his face, today had been the most you’ve let your facade drop and he figured it wouldn’t be long until you couldn’t muster it anymore.  You would greet him happily at the door instead of looking away, a genuine interest in how his day went (though nearly every day was the exact same, you would be excited to hear regardless), you would allow yourself to touch him, your soft hands caressing his face so lovingly.

"Yes." You say, arms now folded across your chest as you tried to stare him down. The action doesn't phase him and it doesn't work on your end, the eye contact making you feel a mix of emotions. He stands up and you rise from your seat as well following him as he goes to the door, an action you do of your own accord. You look up at him, breath getting stuck in your throat as you realize he's leaving and will be coming back with a pair of dismembered hands and he'll keep them until they start to stink. You tell yourself this is why you hate it when he leaves on nights like this and not that it's because you will miss his presence. He leans down, pressing a kiss against your lips and holds your shoulders as he looks at you. For a moment, your facade drops. Your hands hold his face so gently, so sweetly, so perfectly that has he not required a new girlfriend he would have leaned into greedily, taking advantage of your mask falling off. Your eyes soften and you press your own chaste kiss against his lips.  Your eyes widen just like they did the first time you made eye contact with him, shocked at your own movements as though they were controlled.

"I love you," he says, pulling away from your touch, "I'll be back before bedtime." And he opens the door and leaves before you could respond with anything. Your fingers gently touch your lips as you watch him leave.  You know you should go get a shower, but you cannot move.  His shadowy figure disappears as he goes on the prowl for a new victim leaving you fully alone with your thoughts.  You forced your legs to move to the bathroom, trying to focus on one thought at a time but it was impossible.  Your thought swarmed with him, with your kiss, with how placid his appearance looked as your thumb caressed his cheek despite what he intended to do after he left, with anger and disgust towards yourself and towards him.  

[silvernyxchariot]

Dating Ghiaccio be like:

S/O: "No. No. You're embarrassing me. Stop. Sit down. *points to La Squadra's table*"

Barista/Cashier: "How do date someone like that? 😓"

S/O: "I love having power over him. Because now he knows he ain't gettin' head later."

*angry-sad Ghia noises in the background*

[neeuqiakeht]

Y/N: I can’t believe you’re proposing to me at a Waffle House.

Jolyne: So that’s a no?

Y/N: Its a yes.

[databaze]

i need to be stuffed and puffed by my anime men

[dark-side-of-passion]

May I please request fem reader riding on top of Ghiaccio nsfw request?

After a week I finished this :,D

Let me know if you like it, comments are always welcome (and encourage me to do more)

A big thank you to my friend @bennycake for writing the dialogues, without her I would be very lost ;;

DO NOT SAVE OR REPOST.

[cloverque]

paper heart (prosciutto)

masterlist, prologue

1011 words

The Escort Team– a top secret group in Passione. They were tasked with transporting people, such as influential figures and politicians. At times, they even took charge of material objects. The identities of the small but capable group were known to few, their faces a hushed topic among the mafiosos. To summarise, their exploits were countless and they were considered Passione's elite.

At times, due to the varying talents of the members, they assisted other groups in missions. Some of their members doubled as trackers or medics. Among them stood an extraordinary member, a stand user. And that same member was–

"(y/n)."

You stood at the doorway of the large room. Seated behind a great mahogany desk was none other than the Boss himself: Don Giovanna. He was a handsome man with golden wavy locks that cascaded down his chest. Your leader wore a pristine white suit with ladybug pins at his breasts. An ebony suit hung from his shoulders.

Standing by him was none other than his best friend and loyal comrade, Guido Mista. He wore his signature look: a criss-cross cropped sweater and tiger striped pants. Today he sported a matching set of red and green. Very Christmas-y.

You closed the door behind you and approached your Don. When you reached the desk, you fell to one knee and bowed before him. He watched you through thick blonde lashes.

"It's an honor to be called personally by you, Don Giovanna. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"

A moment of silence ensued the two of you. You lifted your head, grinning. The man broke the quiet with a heavy sigh.

"You do this everytime I ask for you. Stop talking like you worship the ground I walk on, (y/n)." The mafioso shook his head. He gazed down at you with a questioning look. "And stand up, there's no need for that from you."

"Yeah, stop acting like we aren't old buds!" Mista scoffed, jutting out a hip. His gun sat snuggly in the holster hanging from his belt.

Holding your hands up, you chuckled, "Alright, you got me there. I'll stop." You got to your feet and dusted your knee. When you finished, you returned your gaze to Giorno. "But seriously, is something up? Besides our weekly tea parties, you guys don't call me in personally. Especially not on a weekend."

The blonde nodded and produced a vanilla folder. He set it on the table and slid it towards you. Resting his cheek on his ring laced knuckles, he angled his head gently.

"I'd like to personally assign you on an assassination mission. There's a guy I'd like to be taken out." You opened the folder and poured out pictures of a man.

An Eastern man, you realised whilst scrutinising them. Possibly a high-flying diplomat or politician, judging from the number of bodyguards surrounding him. You scratched an imaginary beard as you went through the photographs.

"I need you and your partner to gain the trust of the enemy in order to get close to him. I've estimated the mission will take a few months to be accomplished."

Your eyes remained hyper-focused on the images, "But he doesn't look local. I thought we wouldn't involve ourselves in international affairs. Who's this guy to you?"

He blinked languidly. "You'll find out eventually."

That's all you needed to hear. You considered yourself to be an overly curious individual, with a need to have an answer for almost everything. But after years of serving Giorno– and the adventures you shared to take down the previous boss– you trusted him enough to cut the questioning. Whoever the enemy was, he must've been a lowly creature to incite Giorno's wrath.

With that in mind, you set down the photos. A casual wave of your hand opened up the folder and enclosed the photos within it. It sealed itself and slid back to Giorno, who gazed at you expectantly.

"Well the guy must be a real threat if you've enlisted my help." You nodded firmly, "I've got it. Leave it to me!"

"I knew I could count on you," Giorno exhaled, seemingly out of relief.

You chuckled softly and walked past his desk. Standing behind his chair, you crossed your arms over the headrest and leaned in. A cheeky grin crossed your face.

"Oh! But when I get back, I'll be expecting a reward. A million lire won't do it! You'll have to treat me to some fancy teacakes during our next tea party."

The blonde man closed his eyes in silent agreement, and you hummed happily to yourself.

"But who's the person she'll be working with? You know she's not equipped for assignations, right, Giorno?" Lamented Mista, who joined you on the other side of the chair.

All of a sudden, the Sex Pistols came into view. The tiny creatures floated around the chair. One of them crossed its arms, nostrils flaring. "Send us too! We're built for that sorta work!"

"Yeah, what Number One said!"

"We'll do a better job than (y/n)!"

You pouted and flicked one of them away. Number Six went spiraling into a corner. "Flap your lips some more and you'll be sure to regret it..."

As the yellow beings argued with you, Passione's boss opened a drawer and took out a photo. He showed it to Mista and you, and you raised your brows curiously. In it was a man in a yellow button up with a unique purple jacket. You leaned forward, gripping the plush headrest.

"That guy... I know I've seen him before." Mista recollected.

You rubbed your chin thoughtfully, "Me too. Giorno, who is this guy? Is he an assassin?”

The blonde set down the image on his desk. The three of you fixed your gazes on it. He clasped his ring clad fingers together.

"Correct. The man in the photo is Prosciutto. He's from the Hitman Team." Without looking at you, Giorno announced confidently, "And you'll be working with him on this special mission."