#jojo oneshot

[esmedelacroix]

❅☃❅Hiii I would like to request something for the christmas-fluffdown

I have been thinking about x reader story with a ice skating scenario with any jjba character from part 5

That's all thanks for taking the time to read this ❅☃❅

hey non non! im actually rewatching part 5 right now so this is perfect! hope you like ;)

17 days til' Christmas

ice skating date with boyfriend!bruno bucciarati ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You met your boyfriend Bruno Bucciarati when you were on a vacation trip with your best friends. Going to Italy with your girlfriends, you expected a fleeting summer romance. That's not what happened with Bruno.

He swept you off your feet and his advances blew you away. You had met him at a little hidden restaurant. "I think we are ready to pay for our food now," you said to the waiter.

You were at the restaurant with one of your friends. The other three of your friends had gone shopping that evening and you and your friend Stella were far too tired.

"Oh, your bill is already paid for," the waiter replied.

Your face contorted to confusion as you eyed Stella. She shook her head and shrugged.

"Well there has to be a mistake, we haven't paid yet," you explained taking out your wallet.

"No no no, signora[miss], that man over there paid for you and your friend's meal,'' the waiter reassured, pointing over at a table where a man in a white suit with a dalmation-esque print. His outfit was fashionable and almost chic, exposing his tattooed chest.

You were never fond of long hair let alone a bob on men until you had seen Bruno for the first time. He looked calm and collected as he sipped a glass of expensive-looking wine.

His aura was almost alluring like he was pulling you towards him. You got up and walked up to his table. "Um excuse me, sir, I wanted to thank you for paying for my friend and I's meal," you started.

"Thank you for coming to my restaurant. I have never seen such a beautiful woman set foot in here," he said. Your eyes widened in shock. He's the owner of the restaurant?! You thought to yourself.

Could he really be talking about me? You questioned.

"Are you talking about me or my friend?" you asked nervously.

He gave you a strange look. A look that almost screamed how I could be talking about anyone but you right now? When you glow naturally and your eyes are as profound as they are? Like they could say a million words, how could it be anyone else?

"Well of course I'm talking about you Bella[beautiful], please have a seat," he offered motioning towards the chair next to him.

"As much as I would love to, I would hate to leave my friend Stella all alone," you started turning around to see an Italian man sitting in your seat flirting up a storm with Stella.

"Never mind then," you said sheepishly as you sat.

That night one of the greatest loves you had ever experienced bloomed. You danced on the street with Bruno late at night when all the buskers were playing their late-night slow jams.

The rest was history. After your trip, you parted ways with Buccirati and you were doing long distance and thought you would never see him again until you found out that your job was offering an abroad working opportunity in Italy where you would get to live there for a whole year.

Once that year ended you and Bruno went back to long distance until he surprised you at JFK airport. "Bruno! What are you doing here?" you asked as you hugged him tight.

"Well I thought I'd visit my girlfriend of two years for Christmas in her home city," Bruno answered as he kissed you on the forehead.

"Awww, I love you, darling," you said, hugging him even tighter, breathing in his comforting and familiar scent.

Bruno had texted you saying that the gift that he got you for Christmas was arriving at JFK that day. You never would've guessed that the gift was him.

. . .

That week was perfect. Bruno met your family for the first time and of course, charmed them all. You never stopped talking about Bruno to your family the year you came back from Italy. They too thought it would be a short fling and that long distance never worked, but here he was standing before your family greeting them and joining them in the Christmas Eve festivities.

You were just about to show Bruno his stalking that you altered last minute when you saw your father pull him aside to talk in his study. Oh no, why does he have to be like this? You asked yourself, shaking your head.

Your father had this habit of talking to anyone you were dating one-on-one just to get to know them better. He meant well but he often scared them away.

That wasn't the case with Bruno. They both walked out of his office laughing together and making jokes. After speaking with Bruno his whole mood lifted. As much as your family loved to have you and Bruno, they got you two out of the house to go spend some alone time together. The two of you kept walking until you arrived at the ice skating rink at Rockefeller.

The Rockefeller tree this year was a beautiful sight. "I love this place," you said as Bruno took your hand as the two of you began to glide together on the ice.

"Bruno..." you started trying to find the right words.

He turned to look at you, squeezing your hand so you would feel more comfortable speaking.

"Why did you come here? I don't want to sound rude but this is pretty random," you continued.

He couldn't help but chuckle at your question. "Alright, you caught me. I am here for a specific reason but I can't tell you yet. Is that okay? Can you wait a bit for me?" he asked as he stuffed your hand in his pocket. It was starting to get windy and colder and he could see you were shivering.

"Okay, but if it's something bad I want to know now," you said sternly.

"It's quite the opposite," Bruno said, smiling to himself.

The two of you spent what felt like an eternity. The two of you finally were able to push through the crowds and you were right in front of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. You went out of your way to take a selfie with Bruno to send to your mother. As you were typing away at your phone texting your mom about this date that Bruno had taken you on you started to hear people around you gasp and ooh and aw.

You looked up from your phone and looked around to see what was going on but when you turned around and looked down you saw Bruno on one knee with a little box with the most beautiful ring in it.

Everything started to make sense when your family came out of nowhere and took pictures and clapped when all you could do was cry and nod your head.

Your parents came to hug you after he put the ring on your finger and endless pictures were taken. You got proposed to in your favorite place in New York, during your favorite time of the year, to the love of your life.

You had a feeling that he and your dad were keeping something from you but you never would have guessed it was a proposal.

Happiness was overflowing as your family congratulated the two of you and after a while, all you wanted was to be alone with him. So you did the first thing that came to mind and you took his hand quickly skating away from the others.

Laughter followed as you finally found a place to hide with Bruno. "Bruno, I don't even know what to say, I just, you've made me the happiest woman in all of New York. I don't even have the words," you muttered sheepishly.

"Then just kiss me," he suggested with a warm smile.

You immediately pressed your lips against his and for the first time in this cold weather, you felt a kind. of warmth that could completely fend off all of the cold air.

As the snowflakes began to adorn your nose, hair, and eyelashes all you felt was love and happiness along with great hope for your future with Bruno.

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[beneathashadytree]

hello maya! i hope you’re doing well 💕 you’re one of my favorite blogs and i felt like i hadn’t seen you in a while so i thought to check up on you — then i saw you had mentioned in a post your ask box was empty. so i had thought it was the perfect time to bring up a request i’ve had in my head for a while.

it’s for a dio from jojo’s x reader. i genuinely don’t have very many specifics other than the reader being an extremely powerful vampire alike him. (you know, someone who matches his energy.) whom he is absolutely infatuated with. the reader would be like his king/queen or partner in crime. i’m not sure of it, but i have the haunch it would fall under the steamy/suggestive genre. but tbh please write whatever feels right, you probably know better then me lol. thanks so much!

A LITTLE ROUGH - DIO BRANDO X READER

Warnings : this is pretty spicy (nothing outright NSFW though) and not proof-read, mentions of blood and blood play, vampire bites serving as an aphrodisiac, mentions of death, biting, scratching, implied switch!Dio, vampire!reader, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spice

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hello nonnie! I’m doing quite well now, thank you. Your request was one that I was looking forward to as I was writing the ones before yours! I loved the unique dynamic, and I really enjoyed depicting the power swings between them. Hopefully you’ll like this one as much as I loved writing it!💗

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“He didn’t last long, the poor thing,” they tutted, sighing almost sadly from behind him. “Pity. I was starting to take a liking to him.” A thump sounded through the room, and Dio knew that this was the sound of yet another body slumping against the floor, already drained dry.

He quite liked the idea.

“That is the thing with humans, I suppose. They can’t take much… excitement.” His voice held a little amusement, watching as they emerged from the shadows, pink tongue poking out to lick at their dripping red fingertips. Lapping at the leftover blood, the metallic scent permeated the air and pulled a tug of desire from Dio’s gut. It was all the more enticing to notice the redness of their blood-stained lips. “Enjoyed yourself, my dear?”

“Quite.” Their grin was nothing short of devious, fangs glinting under the warm lamplight, the other half of their face painted in the colors of the moonlight streaming in through the window.

Truly, he thought to himself, there isn’t anyone worthy of his time but this brilliant ethereal being.

“Come here,” he demanded, uncrossing his legs at the end of the bed and setting aside the book he’d been engaged in reading for the past hour as his partner had gotten their fill.

With an arch of their brow they halted in their steps. Narrowing their eyes, they seemed to come to a decision. Crawling across the bed to him, they didn’t hesitate to wind their arms around his broad chest. Their nails scraped against his exposed skin, sending delighted shivers down the vampire’s spine as they trailed downwards. With their other hand, they firmly cupped his jaw, tilting his face away from them. He stilled, anticipation filling him as he wondered just what they might have in store for him.

They lowered their head, the soft tresses of their hair lightly brushing against his skin and tickling him. Teasingly, he felt their tongue lick at the shell of his ear, pulling a sigh from him, before their teeth tugged at his earlobe. It felt a little too good when their lips moved downwards and traced a path down his neck, sucking harshly at his pale skin and grazing it with their teeth.

“Gentleness doesn’t bode well with me,” he chuckled breathily, a hand reaching up to tug their head further down.

A pricking feeling of intense heat spread over him, flushing to the tips of his ears as their fangs dug into his flesh. Dizzying pleasure washed over him; a carnal feeling of desire so deep it overshadowed all else.

A vampire’s bite to another vampire was an aphrodisiac like no other, drugging them with a sense of lust so maddening it drove them to obsession. Dio, for one, would never allow himself such a weakness normally, but with his beloved around, he’d never find it in him to say no to such bliss. Perhaps even a small part of him relished in the thought that they were marking him from the inside out.

He’d been groaning so sinfully without even noticing it. The embodiment of sex itself was coursing through his veins, as their nails dug into his skin and scratched mercilessly. Their grip was almost bruising, as though to tell him that he had to think again if he believed he could boss them around. Lapping noisily at the puncture wounds on his neck, the sounds were too erotic for him to handle when his patience was stretched so thin.

He wanted them pulled flush against him and all over him so badly it almost hurt. Golden eyes lazily looked back as he tilted his head, meeting the sight of their cocky grin against his skin. With a single glance downwards to his lap, they knew—just as well as he did—how much he desired them, and how poor of a job he was doing trying to hold back.

“I’d rather have some fun with you now,” they purred in his ear, their rich voice captivating, “You can handle a little rough play, can’t you?”

With tantalizing slowness, their hand inched further down his torso, the other stroking his neck almost adoringly. Lightly grazing past his bellybutton, they delighted in hearing the sharp hiss that escaped him against his will. He could never hold back much around them, much as he tried to pretend he could. They’d unravel him all nice and pretty if he dared.

They palmed him over the material of his pants, cupping his growing bulge with a conceited chuckle breathed in his ear. It was fun; watching his chest begin to heave up and down as he indulged in the mindblowing pleasure only they could provide. And he knew quite well that they were enjoying every single one of his reactions.

Within a second, he’d curled his fingers around theirs, halting their ministrations as he roughly pulled them in and silenced them with a lewd, wet kiss. Only when they wantonly moaned into his mouth did he feel satisfied enough to pull away and smirk at them. “I’d be rather offended if you don’t think I’d love to see you fully ravished.”

Clicking their tongue, they turned to perch themself on his lap with impossible speed, hips grinding down on his thickness and arms wrapping around his neck. That wicked smile of his dragged them further into the pits of hell, where they’d be sure to coax every drop of pure, carnal pleasure from him.

“We’ll see who’ll be the first to fall apart, darling.”

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In the Future

Based on this request: "A oneshot for Jojo with a marriage pact, like if we're both single by the time we're (age) we'll get married"

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It is late by the time you finally manage to make it to the fire escape. Third floor of the Manhattan newsies’ lodging house, on the side facing the west, two windows down. Same one as always. Same boy as always waiting for you there, too.

You have enough time to flash him an apologetic smile as you slide into a seat next to him. Jojo has been many things at many different times– insufferable, quick to a temper, prone to flights of fancy– but forever your best friend. That’s why you know enough to expect forgiveness for your tardy arrival even before he opens his mouth to speak.

Jojo’s still going to give you a hard time, at least for a minute or two. That’s just what he does. That’s what the two of you do, what you have done since the moment you met in this very same lodging house and what you’ll probably keep doing until one of you gets stuck in the Refuge for good or manages to move out of this city.

He arches a brow. “Y/N, do you know what time it is?” He asks it casually enough, but you can tell from the sarcastic glint in his eyes that Jojo isn’t just posing this question for fun.

“Half past six,” you admit begrudgingly.

Jojo’s eyes widen comically. “Is that so? Crazy. I thought we agreed to meet at half past five. You know, like we do every single day.”

You groan. “Oh, lay off already. I was busy.”

Usually, you’re as carefree as could be after work lets out, just like any other newsie worth his coin. Today, however, your tone is a little strained, your face a little exhausted. You try to hide it, but you should have known that you wouldn’t have that much luck.

Jojo leans forward. “What’s wrong?”

Straight to the point, just like always. You do your best to push off the inevitable for the time being, even if you have a feeling this tactic of distraction won’t work out. “Nothing. I’m great. Say, did you see Race? I think he said he stole a fresh box of cigars, maybe we should investigate–”

Jojo cuts you off with a sharp look. “You’se hiding something. Don’t think I don’t see it. Can you cut to the chase and tell me already?”

You shrug, the picture of innocence. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just a normal person behaving normally.”

Jojo sighs exasperatedly. “Y/N.”

“Jojo,” you repeat back, just as deadpan, “okay, fine. It’s just the job, that’s all. A pair of newlyweds had the brilliant idea to use newspapers as confetti for their wedding today, seeing as it’s a cheap source of paper. I was delivering the papes to them this afternoon.”

“That doesn’t seem too bad,” Jojo says cautiously.

You nod. “Yeah, and it shouldn’t have been bad, but something about seeing everyone together at the chapel, so happy, it reminds me that I’m never going to get something like that. I’m not stupid, Jojo. I know my prospects or whatever aren’t the brightest. I don’t have a dowry, I don’t have parents who are going to pay me through a nice ceremony. It just sucked watching those people be so successful when I know that’s never going to be me.”

Jojo frowns. “I know what you mean. We doesn’t have enough money to be that carefree.”

The two of you sit in saddened silence for a while before Jojo’s eyes light up again. “Wait a minute,” he declares, “I have an idea. A really good one, in fact.”

You grin. “What kind of good idea?”

Jojo stands, starting to pace back and forth across the narrow fire escape. You tuck your legs up to your chest so you’re out of his way.

“Hear me out,” he says slowly, “what if we get married? Not now, of course. Just, you know, if nothing happens. We can get tax benefits and all that stuff Katherine keeps talking about in her articles. If we’se both on our lonesome by the time we’re older, we get married. Easy as that.”

You think you might be hallucinating. “Jojo,” you murmur faintly, “you can’t actually be serious about this. Us. Getting married.”

“Yeah,” he answers, “And? It would work out. Just as a last ditch answer, obviously. I’m not, uh, doing it for any other reason. And it wouldn’t be for a very long time. Maybe you’d be on your deathbed or something.”

You snort. “I’m not getting married if I’m minutes from death.”

Jojo shrugs. “Then we do it earlier. What do you say?”

You stare at him in vague bewilderment until it dawns on you that this isn’t the worst idea, all things considered. You can only be a newsie so long, you can’t only live in the lodging house forever. At least renting some shoddy place in ‘Hattan would be easier if you had a lawfully wedded husband and all that nonsense.

At last, you swallow back your laughter and reach out your hand in mock solemnity. “Alright, then. We’re getting married at some point in the future.”

Jojo’s grin is as bright as any you’ve ever seen, and he shakes your hand with equal gravity. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

You’re not sure what to expect in the aftermath of that particular conversation. Jojo asserted that the wedding would only happen in the distant future, but it would still definitely be happening, and that’s really more than you expected in the first place. Would he act as if nothing changed, or either better or worse, like everything had changed?

At first, it seemed as if life would be normal. You go to work, you sell your papes, you talk with Jojo late into the evening just like any other day. It takes about a week or so before you start noticing the small differences in Jojo’s usual character, changes that most certainly only began to occur after that agreement happened.

The first sign comes on a Tuesday morning. You’re in line to get your papers to start the day, idly chatting to a few of your friends, when you realize that something is off.

Albert has his arm around your shoulder, complaining about how Race nearly decked him for no reason the other day just because he tried to sell at Sheepshead. When the redhead takes a breath, you whisper something to him, careful to ensure that no one else can overhear you.

“Is it just me, or is Jojo staring at us?”

Albert takes a surreptitious glance around, then nods. “No, you’re definitely right.”

Across the square, Jojo has his arms folded across his chest. He’s glaring at you and Albert, practically radiating fury. The only problem is that you have absolutely no idea why your friend is upset.

“Neither of us did anything to upset him, right?” You ask cautiously.

Albert shakes his head. “Last I checked, yeah. Maybe someone’s framed us.”

You chuckle at that. “Makes enough sense to me.”

The two of you have reached the front of the line, and Albert disengages his arm so you can go ahead and pay for your papers. You wave goodbye to Jojo when you pass him on your way out, and, funnily enough, the other boy looks far happier the second Albert is no longer within your line of sight.

A similar thing happened two days later. This time, you’re out selling papers in the streets of Manhattan, hawking your best (often false) headlines in the hopes of turning a profit. Buttons is right by your side, your selling partner since the very beginning.

This time, Buttons is the one to notice first. He taps you on the shoulder as you come back from selling a pape. “Why is Jojo looking at me like he wishes I was dead?”

You turn around, following the boy’s line of sight around a neighboring street corner. Jojo had been lingering by a streetlight, and although he quickly ducks into a shop to avoid detection, you’ve already seen him. More specifically, you saw the cold stare he was directing towards Buttons, the exact same look he’d been giving Albert the other day.

You shrug. “I have absolutely no idea. Let me guess, you haven’t done anything to upset him?”

“Yeah,” says Buttons, “he was talking to me like nothing happened this morning. Weird.”

“Weird indeed,” you agree.

By the third instance of this different attitude, you’re starting to get annoyed. It's been a week since the first time you noticed Jojo acting oddly. You’re in the lodging house after managing to sell all of your papers. Jojo walks in while you’re laughing over the day’s exploits with a group of friends. Usually, he’d stop to talk to you, but this time he walks straight by as if he doesn’t see anyone there. He gives you a polite wave, but nothing else.

Had it happened any earlier, you probably would have just brushed it off as the result of a hard day, but this time you’re mad. Jojo is treating you weirdly and you’re sick of it. You bid a quick goodbye to your friends and walk quickly after him.

Jojo looks surprised when you follow him into an empty hallway, but you’re not letting anything come in between you and some answers.

“What is this about?” You ask pointedly.

Jojo does his best to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”

You fold your arms across your chest. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting oddly for days now. Did you know that some of our friends have started asking if they did something wrong? You’re treating them like they’re monsters and they have no idea why. Neither do I, for that matter.”

Jojo flushes and looks away. “That’s not– I’m not mad at them.”

“Then why are you behaving like this?” You question him.

His gaze snaps back to you. “Because they’re getting too close to you. I mean, you saw Albert that day, he had his arm around you and everything. Maybe I just don’t like that.”

You scoff. “I’m allowed to talk to my friends, Jojo. Last time I checked, we’re not getting married for another decade or two.”

“Don’t bring up that agreement,” he says heatedly, “that was for me. A last resort if I couldn’t tell you how I felt. If all else failed, that would work. I don’t know why I bothered, though, because you clearly seem way more interested in every other boy here.”

You stare at him. “Wait, you were going to tell me how you felt?”

Jojo looks unhappy, but it’s not as if he can get out of this now. “I like you,” he says simply, “I thought you already knew, but there. I do. Problem is, you don’t feel the same way.”

“Well,” you reply slowly, “who ever said anything about that?”

Now it’s his turn to be in shock. “What?”

You lift a shoulder. “Don’t be that surprised. I mean, come on, I spend way more time with you than anyone else. Surely you noticed that.”

“I’m noticing it now,” Jojo excuses himself.

You laugh. He’s certainly got all the time in the world to think about it now. You’re happy, he’s happy, and nothing could possibly be better.

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[munsonthings86]

hello, can I request a Steve Harrington fic where r working too hard for school and has been pulling all nighters frequently to keep track. R ends up being too tired and falling a little sick and not leaving the house except for when she has to go to school and her friends notice, Steve notices. Steve comes over, tries to help her and something along those lines. You can write it however you want, you can change it up if you want. Thank you :)

thank you for the request! tweaked it just a tiny bit, hope you enjoy :)

contains: cursing, fluff, overworked reader, soft!steve harrington, forgotten date, 1.0k words

School. Study. "Sleep". It was an endless, mind-numbing cycle that you were convinced was spiraling you into borderline madness. The condition of your bedroom was identical to how your brain had been feeling for the past week: cluttered and chaotic. With empty coffee cups littering your small floral desk, and your blush duvet covering more of the carpeted floor than your actual bed, you could hardly even recognize the room anymore.

The dirty laundry strewn across your floor would often trip you when you walked, but the assignments that you were practically drowning in made it impossible to shift your focus onto tidying the place.

You'd become a hermit; only leaving the comfort of your home to go to school and occasionally, the library, on the days that your room felt like more of a prison than a place of rest. Robin and Nancy, along with your boyfriend Steve, were certain you were avoiding them like the plague. They'd beg you to hangout with them, even bribing you by offering to treat you to lunch at the local diner, but the only thing you could say in return was a dry, "maybe later".

You didn't mean to be cold to them, but you were laser-focused on your agenda, determined to work first and play later. It's what led you to where you were now: head buried in your third textbook of the night, butt aching from being sat on your wooden chair for far too long.

On a Friday night of all.

From your window, you heard people, around your age you assumed, parading the streets and laughing loudly– enjoying their simple, young lives. Something you wished you could be doing too. But your work wasn't going to do itself.

You were color-coding the notes on your flashcard when three knocks sounded at your door, to which you mumbled a soft, "Come in," that even you barely heard. Your mother walked in, a mess of flour and an assortment of seasonings splotched on her apron from cooking dinner. "Honey, Steve's here," she smiled softly, though it was evident on her face that she was biting back the urge to tell you to clean your room, bless her.

The yellow highlighter you had was soon forgotten as your eyebrows furrowed, wondering what Steve was doing here. He usually called first.

Steve gave her a sweet grin when he passed her, leaving the door slightly cracked open, per your mothers request. In his hands he held a large box of pizza and a bouquet of pink roses; looking as dashing as ever with a crewneck and blue jeans adorning his body, with his hair being the perfect kind of messy.

You can't help but smile when you see him.

"Well, this is a rare sighting," he laughed, referring to you, "Should probably get this on camera." He kicked his white sneakers off where your own shoes were piled at, setting the pizza box down on your dresser.

"Very funny," you deadpanned, arms crossed on top of your chest. "What're you doing here?"

Steve approached you, something like a frown weighing on his lips. He taps the bouquet against his chest a couple times when he gently reminds you, "It's Friday."

You almost want to reach into your own body to catch your heart when you feel it completely sink. Friday's were you and Steve's designated date nights, never missing one since the two of you began dating a couple months ago. With the way you'd been so stressed and busy lately, it had completely slipped your mind. Suddenly, you felt incredibly guilty.

"Fuck," your head fell into your hands as you rubbed at your tired eyes, harshly. Your words were muffled when you continued, "I'm sorry, I'm the worst."

Steve shook his head almost instantly, gently resting the flowers down on the desk next to you. "Hey, c'mon," he started, moving your hands from your face, standing you up in front of him. "It's okay, I know you've been busy lately."

He rubbed at your shoulders tenderly and the warm touch melted you. It was the first time you truly relaxed that whole week. "You're not mad?" You asked the question in a hushed tone, looking up at him with glittering eyes that were a bit red, your nose a similar hue. You must've been getting sick. His poor baby.

"Not even a little," he gazed at you with heated, sincere brown eyes and you couldn't will yourself to look at anything else. He kissed your forehead, and it's a bit salty with sweat, but he doesn't mind. "Just worried, is all," he murmured, adjusting the pendant on your necklace that had somehow found its way onto your back.

"Can I help at all?" He nodded at the books on your table.

"Steve, no offense but it's AP Calc," you smiled, lightly scratching at his scalp when your arms found their way around his neck. You laughed when his eyebrows raised as if he was startled, slightly shaking his head. "Christ," he says through clenched teeth, though he doubles down on his offer, "well, then I guess I'm learning AP Calc today. No biggie," he shrugs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"You don't have to do that, Stevie," you spoke against his lips, admiring how unbelievably sweet your boyfriend was. You knew how much he hated school, especially math, so you were more than grateful that he was willing to put himself through quite literal torture, just to make your night a bit easier. "But I want to," he kissed your nose. "Dinner first though, 'cause I know you skipped out on lunch."

Squinting your eyes, you released your hold on him. Sometimes it scared you how well he knew you. "How-?"

"I have eyes everywhere, love," he answered your question before you could even get it out. You rolled your eyes, a smile playing at your lips, already knowing that his "eyes" in question were just Robin and Nancy looking out for you.

💌 1 new message from jojo: writing this while procrastinating on like ten assignments was so funny lol. comments and reblogs are always appreciated! inbox is open!

[itjazzbicch]

Beautiful Liar

Pairing:  Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader 

Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...

Warnings:  Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)

First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1k 

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I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.

Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.

Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:

“What are you doing sitting all alone?”

Bucciarati.

“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:

“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.

“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:

“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”

“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:

“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”

“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:

“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:

“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”

“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:

“You heard me.”

“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:

“Then what is it, amore?”

I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.

“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”

“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:

“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”

“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”

“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”

The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.

He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?

“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.

“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.

I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?

With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.

“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.

“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”

It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.

Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.

I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:

“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”

“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:

“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”

“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.

For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.

My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:

“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”

His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.

Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.

Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:

“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”

“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.

He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.

“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.

Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.

“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”

Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.

“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.

Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.

“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.

“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.

“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”

“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.

“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:

“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”

“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.

“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.

“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:

“I just never had someone like you.”

“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.

I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.

Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:

“Only your capo.”

“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”

“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”

“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”

His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.

“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”

“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”

He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”

“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”

His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”  

[yoshhii]

╰► 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔— yandere dio

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: dio can’t seem to get you out of his head, there’s only one way to fix this…

note: e/c = eye color h/c = hair color ‘italics’= your thoughts

𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, reading one of the many books he had from his library. with nothing to entertain him he tapped his slender fingers on the now closed book. his mind once again focused on getting rid of the joestar bloodline. with jotaro and his “acquaintances” he noticed a particular person. that person seemed to be female standing at (height).

the joestars and their friends where such a headache, but you where quite different. oh how much he hated you. you where mearly a pest, an annoying fly that would come back when you would shoo it away, a cockroach that seemed to always live no matter how many times you try to kill it. just what where you doing with his enemies? he almost felt sorry that he will have to kill you as well. dio has felt like this for a long time, until he got the chance to take a good look at you, a certain someone has managed to sneak a picture while you weren’t looking.

you seemed rather pretty a nice figure with beautiful e/c orbs that glistened in the sunlight, your eyes were half lidded as a gentle smile appeared on your face. you seemed to be at peace and just enjoying your surroundings. your skin looked so soft and your h/c hair seemed to be greatly taken care of. dio would be lying if he said you didn’t look gorgeous.

what made you even better was when he heard that you and the joestars managed to defeat some of his servants. it was rather impressive and he wonders what kind of stand you possessed, but he knows it is no match for ‘the world’. the thought of him standing above you while you bled out in front of him was rather….arousing. how interesting, dio has never had thoughts like this before.

a week has passed and these thoughts had only gotten worse. he needed to get rid of them, he needed to do something, he needed you. everytime he saw you whether it be a picture or in the middle of the night, his heart skipped a beat. it was rather obvious dio has fallen in love with you. but this wasn’t your normal kind of love, he was obsessed.

how funny, someone as charming and powerful as him has fallen in love with a mere human as you. of course there where others that where strong too but they where nowhere near him, that’s another reason why he needed you by his side, was to protect you.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

you would be buying take out for yourself since there was no dinner. there was some food at the hotel you where staying at, but none of it looked satisfying to eat. kakyoin has asked if you needed assistance but you have assured him that you where fine. what a terrible mistake…if only you knew the consequences of grabbing some food by yourself. as you where walking down the sidewalk with your food in one hand it seemed rather…quiet. there where no cars driving or people around.

‘how strange’ you thought.

usually you would see a car or two pass by, not even a cricket was making a sound. but once again with a fanfic cliche, that was before everything went black.

you woke up feeling dizzy, your vision blurry and your head hurts…almost like something has hit you from there. wait where were you? you looked around only to find that the room was rather dark. the only source of light would be from the candles that hung around the room. you seemed to be lying on a king sized bed, there where even bookshelves around the walls. trying to comprehend what just happened you tried to get up only to be stopped by ankle cuffs.

“ i see that you are finally awake ” a voice says near you.

you looked by the door and see a rather tall man, with beautiful golden hair as his ruby red eyes stared into yours. you wanted to scream.

‘ what was happening? who is he? where is kakyoin and everyone else? ’

you tried to call out your stand only to find yourself being chocked the next second, feeling his long pointy nails gripping your neck.

‘ what the hell? ’ how was he suddenly in front of you?

“ i would normally kill someone such as yourself right now, but i am willing to spare you, so let us make a deal, hmm? ” the man’s smooth silky voice said in your ear.

“ you will do as i say and in return i will guarantee your safety, you mustn’t worry about jotaro or your friends i can assure you that they are perfectly fine. ”

struggling to breathe you managed to do a slight nod, he smirked in satisfaction and let you go.

“ one of my servants has prepared you new clothes, you will find them on the table stand next to you, i will see you soon love ” and with that he was gone.

many questions popped up in your head. ‘why would he call me love?? what did he know about jotaro? was he a friend of his?’

no that couldn’t be, it’s obvious he’s much more than that. ‘was he actually safe?’ but for now you can only hope that what the man said was true.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks…just how long have you been here? you often wonder if you will ever escape always hoping that someone would just bust in and help you break free. but you learned that will never happen, being stuck here made you learn a lot of things.

you learned to always obey the man that kept you imprisoned in this mansion, dio. only talk when spoken too, stay by his side at all times unless told not too, be his perfect little pet. you hated being called that, it was like the woman y/n no longer existed and is now an obedient play toy. there where a few times where you almost escaped, so close to reaching that door of freedom but of course vanilla ice was there to stop you.

you screamed and thrashed to get out of his grip, only to be pushed in front of someone. carefully pulling yourself up, you slowly look up…recognizing the shoes of the man who put you here in the first place. dio let out a sigh. after all this time have you not learned anything? did you not see that everything he did was for you?

he was there to protect you and give you all your needs. he spared your life so you didn’t end up like the women he had previously eaten. he wouldn’t dare waste such a beauty like you, there may be times where he needed to give you a little….lesson…but it was out of love. dio excused vanilla ice and you would soon find yourself laying on a bed. no this couldn’t be happening…surely he’s not going to do what you think he is doing, is he?

the closer he got the more you wanted to scream, but you knew better. dio leaned down in front of you slowly rubbing his cold hands against your body, “ you know you really are so beautiful, “ he started, “ you truly are a precious gem, a beauty only one can be described as a goddess…but you know that beauty only lastes for so long, it slowly looses it’s spark, getting old, and eventually dies….you however….”

dio paused as he takes his left hand to reach something , “ i don’t want to ever lose you, you are mine and i wish to spend eternity with my darling. ”

a smile crept up his face as he brought something towards your cheek, but his smile seemed off, before you could say anything you felt immense pain. all you could see was a red liquid and feel the warmness of your blood dripping down your face. was…this…a mask?

he did it…dio finally did what he’s been waiting for, after all this time you would finally be with him forever. tears started to form in your eyes, this couldn’t be happening, this isn’t what you wanted. you wanted to live a normal life and grow old with the ones you loved, not this monster. all your hopes and dreams slowly faded away as you felt your nails grow longer, your skin drained of color and your precious e/c eyes turned a dark red.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

“ doesn’t this look nice my love ” dio said as he fixed your dress.

you where standing in front of a mirror, the same mirror that you use to get dressed like the many nights before. it was now dinner time, and you would walk with dio to the dining room.

“ of course it does dear ” you said as you forced a smile.

dio hummed in satisfaction, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. it seemed you two where just standing in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. before you could break the silence he lays his head on your shoulder.

“ i love you y/n ”, he whispered.

you tensed up, dio knew you hated responding, this was like a game to him, taunting you knowing you have no choice but to say it back. taking a short breath you once again reply,

“ i love you too “.

dio lifts up his head and turns you around, bringing a finger to your chin as he forces you to look up at him. he stares at you for a moment before slowly closing his eyes and leans in, you know what he wants, this was part of your little routine, so you know you have to do the same. the kiss lasted a little longer than usual, he must be feeling like that tonight, how disgusting.

before things go any farther he stops and suddenly walks away. of course, he didn’t see you as nothing more than a toy, only someone to cure his boredom. or was he simply teasing you knowing you’ll want more later?

you sighed as you look in the mirror once again. taking a good look at yourself, hair nicely done, nails freshly painted, and a beautiful (color) dress that stopped just before your knees…just how dio likes it.

this was your life now, obeying dio and giving him whatever he wishes. he always claims to love you but his definition of love was clearly different than what you know. he was so protective of you, no other man dared to look at you, even if you weren’t with him. if anything was bothering you he would get rid of it within seconds. if you needed anything, you would have it in your room the next day.

a new pair of clothes? already in your closet. need something else to spice up your skin care routine? you’ll find it by the bathroom sink. not feeling like yourself? you will find a plate of your favorite food and a bath that is ready for you. you once asked him if he had anything to do with it, he just let out a “tch” and denied it, it was an obvious lie.

it was strange to say but it was somewhat attractive. where you falling for him? you have to admit dio was not an average looking man. he was very handsome and a body some people would kill for. any woman would be blessed to have a husband like him.

…what?

did you just say husband? are you really falling for your kidnapper?….where you experiencing stockholm syndrome?

no. you would surely never fall for someone like that. this was simply your mind playing tricks on you.

deciding that you wasted enough time you start to walk towards the door. walking in a “lady” manner with your back straight and chin up, something dio has “trained” you to do. you soon reach the doors of the dining room knowing he was waiting on the other side.

perhaps things would be different if you weren’t stubborn and just accepted kakyoin’s offer, or just sucked it up and ate the dissatisfying food. how funny that something as simple as food led you into this curse.

as you start to open the door, you could only wonder what the future will hold.

[koogl001]

Hi. Can I get a pillarman and a deaf-mute reader?

(I like your Yandere pillarmen heads who keep the reader in their secret hideout and bring stuff for the sake of explanation)

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

When you were first abducted by the pillar men, they took your quietness as a sign of defiance, or maybe you were too frightened by their presence, losing the ability to talk?

It was only polite to answer when asked a question, and disrespect was something they did not allow (especially Kars)

As your punishment, you were chained to a pole as your back was whipped

But when you didn’t let a single cry out, only gasps, Wamuu started suspecting if you even had the ability to speak in the first place

After a bit of researching, they found mutism might be the cause of your problem, so in order to communicate with you (as they were trying to obtain information from you about where exactly the Red Stone of Aja was hidden) they provided you with a small dry erase board and some markers

You explained to them that you were deaf-mute and mainly communicated with people via what you called a sigh language

Kars

Kars was disgusted by your weakness, making it his point to let you know

The humankind was even more useless than he originally thought

When he realised you had no knowledge of the Red Stone of Aja (or at least none that you made known) he decided for you to be a bargaining chip as you had no other use

He steered clear of you, after all you were not worthy of his presence

But then again, he did make a mistake by issuing a punishment for something you had no control over and for whatever reason, he wanted to make it up to you

He comforted himself that it was only fair and there was nothing more to it, no feelings attached

As quite the exquisite man who enjoyed luxury, he decided to gift you with your very own lavish room, silky clothing, and herbal bath oils

He also got you a personal maid (one of the vampires he acquired for his army) to tend to your every need

After all, in his eyes you were too weak to even take proper care of yourself

That is, only till he saw you fight

When Kars came to observe what caused such a commotion in his lair, he only saw piles upon piles of burning carcases left by his now deceased followers

Apparently, they got hungry and naturally went after the only human around, poor fools

You weren’t a part of Lisa Lisa’s team for nothing

This strangely earned you respect from the leader of the pillar men, instead of his wrath as that was what you expected

He was wrong, once again

You were admittedly far from weak, despite your limitations

Perhaps you would make a fine mate

After all, as a soon to be ultimate life form, Kars intended to rebuild his tribe and you might just be up for that task

Esidisi  

Esidisi found entertainment in exploiting your weakness

He would sneak up on you and jump out of nowhere just to give you a good scare and maybe a heart attack or two

As he was the one to bring you to the pillarmen’s lair, he knew of your hamon wielding abilities

It was clear to him they were honed to perfecting by years and years of restless training

It was commendable, for such a meek looking creature to pack such a powerful punch

He purposedly picked fights with you, testing the limit of your abilities, noting that each time you two fought you adapted to his rhythm a bit more and soon, you were even able to deal damage

Nothing serious thought, he would not allow that as much as he would not allow himself to hurt you

After one of your many sparring sessions, you questioned his unwillingness to attack you, resorting only to defence, but you were met with no answer

Why was that indeed?

The burning king found himself questioning his own actions

Was it because you were so fragile, he was afraid of shattering you?

Perhaps spending so much time with a human made him softer, he thought

Venturing outside to test that theory, Esidisi easily killed Messina, one of the two men who trained Jojo and Caesar along with Lisa Lisa

There was no sign of remorse nor mercy, so the strategic genius deduced he only had a soft spot for you, why however he couldn’t tell

You were confused when, after a meeting with Kars (in order to persuade him to keep you even after obtaining what they came for) Esidisi insisted on you sharing his room with him, but as you were in the position of a prisoner you didn’t have much say in what you wanted and didn’t want to do

He would use this opportunity of you getting closer to him to figure out his own feelings and thoughts

When he accepts that he has feelings for you, get ready for a lot of teasing as he loves when you get frustrated with him, finding your pouting face adorable and precious

He’ll pinch your cheeks and tell you he was only joking, enveloping you in a big hug

Wamuu

He feels so much guilt over your punishment which you clearly did not deserve as you had no control over your inability to speak, he distanced himself from you at the start

He knew he had to make it up to you somehow, so he started secretly sneaking outside, grabbing whatever he thought might get you to forgive him for his wrongdoings

He didn’t however know much about trying to win someone’s favour as he was but a child when his tribe was wiped clear by his masters, not getting to know how to properly act in social situations

What do women want? Is it power? Money? Flowers? Clothes? Jewels? What is it?

He decided to seek help from human books, especially romantic novels and appropriated the ways the lead male characters acted towards their love interest

Tons of flowers, words of affirmation and compliments, help with whatever you wanted, companionship and much more is coming your way

This gentle giant will make you feel like a princess straight out of a fairy tale

He’ll spoil you rotten and then some more with his sweet words and actions

He soon finds he enjoys your company quite a bit, looking forward to coming back to you after each mission requiring him to leave your side

He’ll soon incorporate light physical sighs of affections, such as holding your hand, your shoulder, and around your waist

When you accept his advances and even start reciprocating them, he’ll be over the moon and go a bit further with hugs, kisses on the cheek or forehead, brushing your hair and such

He’ll go slowly, accepting that he put you in a difficult position since you are still their prisoner

If you ever come up to him on your own and start a little cuddle session, he might just die from happiness

Santana

This sign language you speak of sounds new, and he loves new things he can learn, so he’ll get to it as soon as possible

With his adaptive nature and high intelligence, he masters it in less than a month, eager to show you his progress and maybe get you to point out if he got it correctly

You’ll praise him and tell him how extremely sweet of a gesture it is, loving that you’ll be able to express yourself to him a bit more freely

As he’s not familiar with the concept of praise, he’ll be confused by the warm feeling in his chest

Was he ill? No, pillarmen couldn’t get ill, but then what was it?

Conducting a small experiment, he soon found he only felt this when in your presence specifically, did you have powers that made this happen?

Feels no shame, so he’ll outright ask you about this new sensation, making you flustered

It was as if he was indirectly confessing to you

As you were too embarrassed to explain, you showed him some books that might hold answers to his question and left him to his own devices

He’ll quickly become possessive as he’s more feral than the rest and will feel the need to protect you from any protentional danger since you’re such a fragile creature

He’ll go as far as to straight up growl at Esidisi when he tries to mess with you

He’ll make a nest for the two of you in his room and demand you stay with him 24/7 for “protection purposes”, though he just wants to spend every second in your warm presence

He’ll go out of his way to impress you, not only to show you he is a capable mate but also to get some more praise that he quickly becomes addicted to

If you want him to go putty in your arms, simply tell him how much of a good boy he is

[nicherayyy]

Yandere Dio x Fem!Reader Phantom Of The Opera AU oneshot

bc I re-watched this musical again.

A/N: sorry for this being so short, I'm just feelin' lazy

Even if you debuted not so long ago, you could definitely be called an England's treasure. Not every century has creatures with such a wonderful voice.

That's why everything has to be perfect today. Not only are you performing in the country's main opera house today, but your fiancee Jonathan will finally be able to attend a performance.

Even if you were sure of tonight's success, you still continued to nervously twirl in front of the mirror in your dressing room. Your snow-white dress made you look like an angel but still, something was missing. Some detail with which you can make yourself look even better. It's your blessing and your curse, always trying to look at your best.

Finally, moving away from the mirror, you began to look around the dressing room. As an opera singer, you had a huge amount of jewellery. Flower crowns, necklaces, earrings, you name it.

Looking through all your drawers, you became even more frustrated. Nothing matched your look so far.

"Looking for something?", you suddenly heard behind you. You covered your mouth to keep from screaming out of surprise and turned to see the intruder. Whoever it was, you weren't in the mood for a conversation.

It was a strange man. Quite nicely dressed, actually. A well-ironed suit and a black coat only added to his elegance. The only thing that seemed weird was the mask that covered half of his face.

Neither of you spoke for a few seconds, staring into each other's souls. Everything got to the point that this pause began to seem rather uncomfortable. The stranger seemed to be waiting for you to start the conversation.

"How did you get here, sir?", you awkwardly stepped back facing him.

"My, you seemed frightened, my angel", he, as if not hearing your question, began to approach you. The tension in the room began to grow, and the air became too suffocating. Without understanding why, you urgently wanted to leave the room. As far away as you can from him.

You didn't even notice how your back was against the wall, but the man still continued to close the distance between you. He seemed to enjoy your fear.

"If you come closer I'll scream", you threatened, your voice now pitched and pathetic. It was harder and harder to keep eye contact with him.

"Oh, my little angel is trying to look scary, how cute", he smirked. The distance between you is now gone. You were already preparing for the worst when you saw him reaching into his coat pocket.

You were already preparing for the worst when you saw him reaching into his coat pocket. You tried not to think about what would happen now, until suddenly you felt something in your hair.

A red rose.

You looked at the stranger with undisguised surprise. What was he doing?

"You'd better hurry, you don't want to miss out on the stage, do you?", he cupped your cheek, looking at you adoringly.

You were about to answer when he let go of you.

Without waiting any further you immediately headed for the dressing room exit. You urgently need to calm down, you can't go on stage tense, you need to-

"Until we meet again, darling", you heard him musing behind you. Who is he anyway? And how dare he invade your space like that? Oh how you hoped you won't meet this man again.

[junosmindpalace]

Josuke is rotting in my brain so i brainstormed…some bf things…

-cuddles with you on his couch when you have trouble sleeping. He’ll turn on the tv and flip through channels or play a video game with the volume low as he holds you close to his chest, your back against it, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, reaching to comb the hair away from your face when you start to move around. Your position is messy- a blanket tangled between the two of you, your leg dangling off the side and josukes free arm reaching over the cushions to control the tv remote

-rolls his eyes but doesnt suppress his grin as you pull him toward tonios when you complain about being hungry (cough that one bucky scene) 

-always has his chin or head on your shoulder. You could be talking to anyone and he’ll be behind you leaning down so he can rest in the crook of your neck. Its so nonchalant that nobody even questions it anymore

-cups your face with both hands and kisses you so passionately you lean back and he leans over you, chasing your lips

-gently tilts your chin when you refuse to look at him because youre sad/upset about something

-muttering about your futures in the late evening while in bed, sleepy but voices so full of love and care

-kisses you repeatedly when youre wearing lip balm because he likes the taste

-does the same when you wear lipstick because the color stain on his lips have him on cloud nine with hearts in his eyes knowing that its from you 

-him making plans to buy you something youve wanted for a while and taking you on a nice trip when considering what to do with the money he wins from the lottery

-”what kind of boyfriend am i if i can't even spoil my girl?” 

-photobooth prints of the two of you that sit in his room where most visible 

-dreamily staring at you from across the room

-nudges/pushes (depending on severity of situation) you behind him at the slightest hint of danger

-heals even the smallest of injuries

-stares at you gently, almost mesmerizingly, when you tend to his wounds or from across the room

-has an arm wrapped around your shoulders when the two of you are with a group, and he loves it when you interlace the hand dangling near the side of your face with yours

-cue a whole makeover montage when it comes to him getting ready for a date with you. when he first had the guts to finally ask you out and you said yes, he was over the MOON. you best believe he was blasting music in the house, flipping hair products and drumming on counters, using random items as a microphone and dancing like an idiot in his socks and tank top.

-he’s a cliche who’s just so hopelessly in love with you 

[shad0w-elemental]

"oh? you're approaching me?"

[hiddenlife-manager]

Kinktober Day 1

Jotaro Kujo x Fem reader

Extra: Creampie, breeding, dom Jotaro, sub reader, overstimulation, rough

This may be a little short but don’t worry I just am now realizing that taking accelerated courses was my biggest mistake hehe.

~

“I can’t!” You cried out as Jotaro rammed his cock into your dripping cunt. His cum pooling out of your pussy. This wasn’t how Jotaro fucked you before; he wasn’t the type to fuck you with so much control, he let you take control as he didn’t want to put so much effort into fucking you. Now here he is making you be his cum dumpster.

“Jo-“ he placed his tongue into your mouth kissing you passionately attempting to stop your cries of overstimulation. Something was off from the moment Jotaro walked into the house. He went straight after your lips and lifted you up. Now here both of you were passionately kissing while he rams his cock into your sopping cunt.

Two leg shaking orgasm and here is Jotaro wanting to pull a third one out of you. Your cries caused him to pull you closer to his body. His abs gently grazing your naked body. Skin slapping echoed through the room but Jotaro’s grunts became louder and louder his thrusts not once slowing down.

His cock fit perfectly in your velvety walls. In need of support your arms shakily wrapped around his sweat covered skin.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you.” He grunts, keeping your waist in place he made sure that you had the support you looked for. Sweat beads covered his body each thrust forcefully pulling a cry of pleasure from you. His thrust were constant until he thrusted hard into you where he almost let his arms weaken and fall on top of you. He caught himself and his thrust hard were sloppy.

He lowered his face into the nook of your neck and kissed your neck. With three final thrust his kisses turned into love bites and you felt more warm liquids coating your walls.

[inkpot909]

Walking in Space

↳ Guido Mista x Reader. The reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral.

Summary: Eager to take advantage of a quiet household, you retreat to the garage to have a joint or two. To your surprise, Mista is there. Taking you aback even further, he requests that you smoke together.

Warning(s): Canon-typical Swearing. Light NSFW. Making out; Mista is a little grabby. Some grinding. Drug usage. If characters smoking marijuana will make you uncomfortable, or put you in a bad place, please do not read.

It isn’t often that Bucciarati’s house settles down early into a night. It’s not just his residence, but the home of his team as well.

Since before moving in, the chaotic environment was made perfectly clear to you. Young adults living together in a confined space hardly ever offers much peace and quiet.

A day-long mission assigned to more than half of the group’s members ensured tonight would turn out differently than what was the norm. Your expectation was that people would be turning in sooner rather than later, one that came to be true.

Fugo seemingly cancelled his lesson with Narancia for the night, making a beeline for his bedroom the moment he walked through the front door. Equally as tired, Narancia didn’t even feel like celebrating the occasion. Hell, one couldn’t even tell if he noticed. Abbacchio lazily passed out on the couch, having plopped himself there not two minutes after returning home. And Bucciarati gave you a half-assed summary of the mission’s events before excusing himself from the living room.

Peace and quiet… you thought with a pleased hum. Walking downstairs to the main floor, your feet moved at a slow pace yet still shuffled along with purpose. There’s no need to rush your pace, after all, the ultimate goal is to relax.

With Bucciarati presumably asleep, and the two youngest in the house clocking out for the night as well, you can’t think of a better time to have a smoke in the garage.

“If you’re going to do it at all; it’s going to be in the garage only,” you recalled Bucciarati telling you sternly.

Not long after you first moved in, you sat him down to talk about your smoking habit. You were open and careful, striving to hear his thoughts on the matter. You could tell by the tightness of his jaw that he didn’t much like you smoking in the first place, but bit his tongue. He appreciated that you came to him on your own accord, and it was your transparency that ultimately earned you his consent to smoke under his own roof.

He made his rules very clear: Keep yourself safe, and keep it away from the two minors in the group at all costs. It was assumed that Fugo was smart enough to make an informed decision on the matter, but mentioning such things was irrelevant. The penalty for breaking his rules weren’t explicitly specified; they didn’t need to be.

A smile finds it’s way onto your face at the memory. Bucciarati’s trust in you is deeply valued, not just as his subordinate, but as his friend. And you weren’t about to break that trust anytime soon.

Still, you felt better smoking whenever he was asleep or out of the house. It just seemed more respectful on your part.

Making your way to the garage door, you swing it open only to find the lights inside already switched on.

“This damn thing-“

Out of everything you’d expect to see, you weren’t necessarily anticipating Mista hunched over Narancia’s music player with a frustrated look on his face. He’s mashing the buttons on top with vigor, although absolutely no noise is erupting from the device.

You feel like a high schooler by just how internally giddy you become at the mere sight of the gunslinger. Embarrassing? Maybe. Could you deny the feeling if you tried? Probably not.

The curses he mutters underneath his breath cease to continue, his head lifting up so he can meet the eyes of whoever walked in on him. To your own personal glee, his gaze softens.

To him, seeing you like this is a welcomed surprise. Although the two of you had the house to yourselves most of the day, you hadn’t spent much time together. Just the mere possibility of it sends his heart leaping into the atmosphere.

“What’s a pretty place like you doing in a girl like this?” he asks, winking twice.

Smile persisting, you shake your head at his goofy line. Greeting you with a cheesy pickup line was not an uncommon occurrence for Mista, but subverting expectations earns him a chuckle.

He beams proudly as if it’s all he needs out of his day. It really is the simple things with Guido. That much is clear, even to you.

“Hoping to have a joint or two,” you tell him honestly before glancing down at the player. Raising a brow, you meet his gaze once again. “Did you-“

“No.” Mista quickly cuts you off, clearing his throat and standing up straight. Removing his hands from the music player, he lifts them in the air as if to surrender. “I swear I found it like this.”

You shrug, “Narancia hardly takes care of that hunk of junk. Trust me, I’m not really about to put the blame on you. Although Narancia might try to if he finds out you’ve been messing with it.”

Huffing out a relieved laugh, Mista replies, “Good thing you won’t, ‘cause otherwise I’d have to tell on you for smoking.”

Walking to the right-hand side of the garage, you respond to him offhandly, “Mista, I know you know that Bruno knows. Sometimes I wonder if he really cares all that much.”

He folds his arms, studying your movements across the room. “Oh, he does. It’s just that you’re an adult; it’s not in his principles to try and stop you.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose unless it’s a problem.”

“Sure,” you agree, approaching one of many small shelves in the garage. A tiny metal box is tucked away from sight, behind supplies that vary in purpose. You reach for the container, fingertips lightly skidding across it’s smooth surface. Pulling it off the shelf completely, you turn back to him and add, “But Narancia isn’t, y’know.”

“Umm… okay. Your point?”

You shrug, shifting the conversation back towards the silent player. “My point is, if he tries to blame you for breaking his radio, then just destroy a lego set of his or something.”

Mista snorted in response, the sound slowly melting into a hearty laugh after fully digesting what you said.

“Anyways, I haven’t indulged myself in a while,” you gesture towards the box in your hands, “And it’s rarely quiet in the house around this hour. If you don’t wanna have to deal with the smell, take the broken radio someplace else. I hate to kick you out so rudely but… I suppose you understand, at least?”

Even as you speak, you hope he’ll choose to stay with you. Mista’s funny enough sober. He’s cute enough to be quite flustering as well, something you hope you can handle better in a stoned state of mind.

“And what?” he asked, smiling fake-mockingly, “Leave you alone while you get high? What kind of friend does that? No, I think I’ll stick around and see what you’re like.”

Friend… you swallow.

“You sure, Guido?”

He hummed, tapping his chin while eyeing the black box. “In all actuality, Y/n…”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wait-“

“I’m thinking that, maybe-“

“Mista, I-I don’t know if-“

He puts one hand up, gently silencing you. Taking a couple steps closer, he goes on earnestly, “Only if you’re willing to share, of course… but I’d kinda like to smoke with you. I never have tried it before and I’m admittedly curious. Hell, I’ll pay you back for what I take if that’s-“

“No!” you insist, making him hesitate. Biting your lower lip you stop yourself. He nods gently though, urging you to speak your mind. Caving easily, you continue, “It’s not… about the money. I’d like to. I mean- it’d be fun, right? I’d have fun with you…” your head spins momentarily, recognizing (if not briefly) that your words are going nowhere. “I-It’s… it’s just that… I don’t think Bruno would be too happy with me is all. I don’t wanna be disrespectful. I said before that he doesn’t care, but jokes aside, he was apprehensive about letting me.”

“And you’re not being disrespectful,” he tells you, setting a hand on your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, yet still somehow enough to get your heart racing. “It’s a decision I’m making at the end of the day. Furthermore, it was my idea. If Bruno’s mad, I’ll do anything I can to insist my own independence. It’s not like you’re pushing it on me.” Smiling, he removes his hand from your shoulder. “That being said, it’s your weed. So whatever you decide.”

You hum, mulling over his words. In all honesty, his lack of hesitation over his own agency is quite respectable. Not only that, but his assurance that he would do anything to keep you from potentially facing repercussions warms your heart.

Recalling the first time you ever smoked, hope fuels your thoughts. It was late one night, at a little get together with three of your closest friends. They had made a point of ensuring your comfort; in ensuring it was something you truly wanted. The night was one you’d never forget. Listening to music well into the early morning, you doubted you would have felt safer your first time with anyone else. All at once, Mista’s words flood your brain, reminding you of a different life before Passione.

Although you’d never consider yourself defined by smoking, there’s something intimate about someone’s first time smoking marijuana. It undeniably takes a certain level of trust. And to think Mista wouldn’t think twice about the presumed trust he has in you… oh, how your heart leaps with joy.

Taking in a deep breath, you slowly nod and try to not let his brightening eyes effect your tone of voice. “Alright… I would love to share a joint or two with you Mista. Just…” you pause, “You feel safe, right? Comfortable? That’s very important to me, you see…”

He takes a step towards you. “Of course… as if I’d wanna do this with anyone else. Here, I’ll even let you use the chair I grabbed. Uh, y’know, as a sign of good faith.”

Chuckling, you sit yourself down with a nod. Setting the box down on your lap, your thumb flips the front latch upwards. The moment the top is opened, marijuana’s distinct stench fills the garage. Mista stands diagonally behind your chair, curiously peaking at the inside of the box. Your hands nearly begin shaking as you move, sensing his gaze.

Inside are a couple bags of bud lined up next to each other, sitting beside a tiny grinder. Another ziplock bag contains joints you’ve already rolled yourself ahead of time. Lastly, two lighters sit upright patiently.

“You buy from Passione?” he asks, giving you a playful nudge.

“Technically, I guess. From a guy named Campi. He pays the organization protection costs and is given permission to sell in the area. But to say he’s part of the gang would be a stretch.”

“Bottom of the food chain?”

“At the very bottom; probably not even an afterthought,” you confirm, “But he’s a sweet and genuine man. A single father. Making some extra money on the side to help support his kids, y’know?”

Mista nods, and the both of you leave it at that. You grab the bag of joints, opening it with a satisfying pop. With one hand, you reach in and snag a single joint. With your other, you grab one of the lighters.

“We’ll start with sharing just the one,” you decide, craning your neck backwards. Your head bumps against the chair’s backrest, and Mista chuckles at the face you make. “A-Anyways…” you say with a smile, “It’s probably best if you start with a hit or two. Please… I can’t stress this enough- let me know how you’re feeling.”

“Alright,” he nods, walking away from you to the other side of the garage in order to snag himself a different chair. “Whatever you think’s best.”

Mista returns to your side a moment later, setting his chosen chair down. He sits down next to you, and you give him a smile before lowering your head.

Although you flick on the lighter and hold it up to the joint with clear practice, your hands still quake. You don’t have to look beside you to know Mista’s eyes are on you yet again.

“You alright?” he asks.

You mentally curse yourself but bury your embarrassment. “Yeah… umm, just excited. It’s been a while since I’ve had company when smoking.”

Bringing the joint to your lips, your chest rises while you inhale smoke emitting from it. Holding in your breath to keep the weed in your system, you slowly exhale smoke from within your lungs.

“Really?” Mista questions, trying not to shamelessly stare at the smoke passing from your lips. “How long do you think it’s been?”

“Well… since moving here, I suppose,” You reply, handing him the joint. “Bruno doesn’t want me doing it outside the house; it would worry him.”

“Bucciarati can be such a curious one. He seriously thinks too much like a mother,” Mista snorts, examining the joint carefully. He waits a moment longer before taking his first hit, a little shorter than your own.

He attempts to mirror your actions and hold in the smoke, but erupts into a coughing fit. The smoke escapes him in bursts, until he’s left covering his mouth with his arm while finishing his fit.

“You alright?” you ask nervously.

“Y-Yeah-“ he manages, smiling with watering eyes. He hands you the joint, letting out a couple more coughs. “Tasted like shit; smell isn’t too bad though.”

You giggle, taking your second hit. “Can’t deny that. You’ll probably want to wash your clothes first thing tomorrow. Unless you really want Bruno finding out.”

The two of you share a laugh, slowly but steadily feeling the joint’s effects.

• • •

After your second joint and Mista fifth tiny hit, the garage was full of laughter.

Your hands no longer shook with nerves, relaxed and dazed eyes focused on Mista as he voices another of his out-of-pocket questions. His body is sprawled out casually on his chair, eyes bloodshot red.

“I think dogs would be the kindest,” he continues on. “Man’s best friend… y’know what I mean?”

“Possibly. I don’t know what animals would be the nicest if they could talk- but I do think bugs would be quite spiteful.”

He nods with vigor, “They’d all absolutely hate us. But at least spiders would be more easy to spot in the home if they’re talking up a storm.”

“Ugh… imagining that is just creepy,” you shiver, “I’d feel more uncomfortable about killing them then.”

“I’ll still smush ‘em for you,” he promises, winking clumsily.

You giggle, covering your mouth. “I wouldn’t doubt it…” Calming down, you cross one leg over the other and prod him, “So… what do you think, Guido?”

“Of what?” Mista tilts his head to the side.

“Of being high,” you specify. “I’ve checked in on whether or not you’re comfortable- if you feel queasy. But it’s been an hour and a half already… so I got to know your thoughts overall.”

He hums, shutting his eyes thoughtfully. “Hmm… honestly, I thought it’d be more similar to being drunk.”

“Is… is it okay?”

“Well…” a smug grin spreads across his face, “I can see why you do this from time to time. It’s fun.”

You breath a sigh of relief.

He sets his elbow down on his chair’s armrest. He leans closer to you, eyes unmoving from your own. Resting his chin in the palm of his hands, you do your best to capture his image in your brain despite your impaired state. The giddy smile on his face warms the inside of your chest with ease.

All the while his mind is racing just at the sight of you. He’s always found you breathtaking, but tonight has brought you together unlike anything before. It’s not something he could think of describing on his own, but he would agree with your opinion that the first time getting high can feel personal. And in the dim lighting of the garage, he’s overcome with a odd sense of confidence.

“That being said, I don’t think I’d have this much fun without you with me…” he says, voice quieter now.

“Guido… thank you. A first smoke is important because of the people you’re with. With good company-“

“You misunderstand,” he insists before trailing off, “I wouldn’t…”

“You wouldn’t what?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, leaning back in his chair.

Frowning, you ash the remainder of your joint and make sure it’s completely out. Setting your box aside and on the floor, you turn back to him. “Come on… you can tell me…”

“Well…” he takes in a deep breath, “I think I’d have fun regardless, you know what I’m saying? You’re what makes this fun. I like being with you- erm, hanging out with you. Spending time. Y-You know what I mean.”

He turns his head away, clearing his throat. Internally, he lectures himself. In his head, he’s meant to be smooth around you. But he spoke without thinking, a common occurrence throughout his time of being high thus far. The way you always giggle a his silly one-liners, whenever he calls you a tongue and cheek pet name… even with all that, it’s not like him to be so painfully obvious.

“I-I like spending time with you too,” you tell him, oblivious to his inner distress. You’re leaning towards him now, both hands fastened on your chair’s arm rests.

“Really?” he asks, as if it was some great mystery. Regardless, you humor him by keeping still and your expression. He leans towards you too, leaving just a foot between your faces.

“Of course… smoking with you has been a dream come true,” you swallow, “Or something…”

“Or something…” he echoes, “I wonder… would, umm, would you still like to hang out with me if I said you’re cute.”

“I’m not sure; you’d have to say it first,” you test, mostly teasing.

“You’re beautiful,” he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, voice earnest and gentle.

Cheeks heating up, your eyes widen and heart rate increases bit by bit. This is happening… oh my god, this is really happening, your mind races.

“Hmm…” you pretend casualness, “Yes… I do still enjoy your company.”

“Then…” he starts, standing up from his chair. Reaching for your hand, he pulls you up from your spot with ease. No matter how much you eye him up in his exposing crop-top, his strength never ceases to catch you off guard.

But what gets your head truly spinning, is how he swiftly pulls you into his embrace. One of his hands stays glued to yours and the other is wrapped around you, resting on your lower back. “Would you still like me if we stayed this close?”

“G-Guido…” you stutter, hardly processing his words. Not trusting your own, you simply nod.

“Y/n…” he sighs, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I-I know I’m high…”

“I’m high too…” you confirm.

“But I really-“

“-want this.” you both say in tandem.

He tilts his head to the side, ghosting his lips over your own. You think to speak his name, but he doesn’t offer you the chance. His lips press against yours, leading you into a delicate kiss.

Mista’s breath fans your face, controlled and poised. Despite your racing heart, your own breathing is disciplined as well.

A minute or two passes before you pull away. In your influenced state, the kiss blissfully felt like it lasted much longer.

“Y/n…” he mutters your name again, moving his hand away from yours in order to wrap both his arms around you. Your own sneak their way around his neck.

“Please, kiss me again,” you plead.

He shutters, enchanted by your tone of voice. Who would he be to deny such an earnest request?

Once again your lips meet, this time with greater vigor. His head tilts sideways further, deepening the kiss. You gasp into the motion, leaving an opening he takes advantage of. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, both his and yours dance around one another desperately.

His lips travel from your mouth to your lower jaw, traveling along it and eventually moving down to your neck. He peppers light kisses along your skin. That is, until your hand reaches up his neck, beneath his hat, and tugging at his hair.

Mista grunts in response, biting down and then sucking greedily at the space just below the curve of your jaw.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he mumbles, voice ragged.

“Me too…” you confess breathlessly.

“Mmm…” he hums, tightening his grip around your waste. Ever so slightly, he dips you at the hip, subtly pressing his own against yours.

Leaning your head backwards, your fingers dig into his scalp. Motivated further, he leaves another bite just below his first. His tongue laps against the mark, kissing you as if it were his last chance.

Mista’s hand slowly inches downward, giving you ample time to push him away or halt his movement. Realizing you put up no protest, he continues downward to grip your bum hungrily.

You gasp and instinctively buck your hips into his, “Guido!”

He lets out a shaky sigh, returning the motion almost experimentally. Lifting his head from your neck, no time is wasted before kissing your lips once more. Tongues press together lightly, sighs and gentle groans sprinkled between kisses.

His hand on your ass reaches down to your thigh, hoisting your leg upwards and wrapping it around his waist. Now with more access, the two of you grind your hips together at a steady pace. Feeling his ever increasing prominent bulge push up against you is enough to cause you to moan.

He chuckles at your response, pulling his head away so you can both get ahold of your breathing. He rests his forehead against your own, looking at you with a lustful gaze. Something deeper is found in the twinkle of his eyes, expressing sincere and personal desire.

“Amore mio… I-“

His eyes drift away, traveling to the right of your person. Mista’s velvety expression quickly contorts into a frustrated one.

Before you can think to ask him what’s wrong, he grips you tight and whirls you to his side. Pressing you against him still, he pulls a hand from your ass to instead reach down into the front of his pants.

To your shock, he pulls out his pistol. He yells out incoherently, shooting two bullets into Narancia’s music player.

“Guido!” you exclaim, blinking rapidly. You cling onto him, but your face is kept away from him out of confusion. “What the hell was that for?”

“Because the damn thing doesn’t work!”

Opening your mouth, you soon close it slowly. Your grip on him loosens, letting out a giggle. It morphs into a hearty laugh, stomach straining in pain at the sheer force of it.

Glancing at you, he wonders out loud, “What’s so funny?”

It only encourages more of your laughter, wiping a single tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Mista!” you snort, “There’s no doubt about it; you’re definitely high!”

Blowing smoke emitting from his gun, he shoves it back into his pants with ease. Confident and certain, he offers you a sultry glance. “That was hot, though, wasn’t it?”

You merely giggle more, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Regardless, you reply honestly, “A little… I’ll admit I like that you keep your gun in your pants…”

His smirk widens, biting his lower lip momentarily. “Well, if that’s the case…” Mista whispers, voice husky. He blows slowly in your ear, making you halt entirely. Planting a single kiss on your earlobe, he continues smoothly, “Perhaps you’d like to reach for it yourself…”

[beneathashadytree]

Hi Maya I hope your doing well ☺️ Please may I request a oneshot of a voicemail Jotaro would send his s/o while in Morioh ( overall fluff). Thank you & I love your writing 😌🤍

TO FLORIDA, WITH LOVE - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : This is set right before facing off Kira, similar to canon Jotaro hasn’t told his spouse about the dangerous stuff going on in Morioh, Jolyne is around 7 here, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : pure domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.4K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! You’re very sweet 💗 I’m doing well now (though pretty sunburnt🫠), and I feel pretty happy to get back to writing. This is now officially one of my favorite requests. I’m a sucker for soft tsun Jotaro honestly. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did! 🥰

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

“Hey. Uh, it’s probably late on your end, so I’m leaving this here.

I woke up early today, got some work in. My thesis is nearly complete now, but I think I need a couple of more days. The genus of the starfish here in Morioh is surprisingly more diverse than back home, so there were more species to research here than were in Florida. Give me four days. I have… things to clear up around here, too.

Old man’s getting along decently well with Josuke. Still rubs me the wrong way, but the entire situation’s pretty fucked up. [derisive chuckle] He’s a good kid, though, so hopefully Joseph won’t mess things up with him. He deserves better than that.

One of his friends’ a famous mangaka. Think Jolyne’s gonna like his work? She’s taken an interest in horror recently, hasn’t she? Try subtly bringing it up with her. Let me know if she’d like a signed volume from him.

Is she doing okay at school? Heard she had a science test this week. How’d she do? If she’s struggling, tell her Dad can help her out. She’s just as stubborn as you are, and probably won’t admit that she’s having trouble. If she gives you an attitude, let me know. Can’t have the bratty genes inherited this soon.

[throat clearing] [brief silence]

And… how are you? You probably found some of your favorite foods in the fridge after I left. Made those. Were they any good? Was my first time so… might’ve failed here and there. [lighthearted] Feedback’s appreciated, but keep the complaints to a minimum.

How’s work been? If your boss is being too much of a bitch, we can always find you another job. You’re already overqualified. Anyone would be lucky to have you.

[more awkward silence] [rustling sounds]

It feels weird. Haven’t slept alone since… since 1990, I think it was. [breathes out laugh] Think you’ve been stuck with me since then. There’s that one time when we fought a couple of years ago, and you told me to sleep on the couch. Didn’t tell you back then, but Jolyne snuck out of bed that night to keep me company.

What I’m trying to say is… ‘m missing you. ‘Course, I miss Jolyne too, but this is different. Good grief. [sigh] What have you done to me? I can’t stop thinking of you, even after all this time.

[throat clearing]

Anyways, I’ve got shit to do now. It’s almost noon here. [pause] If I… when I get back, let’s go out on a date on Friday night. Just the two of us. Alright?

[mumbling]

Take care. Love you.”

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[gyrospizzamozzarella]

HC‼️which flavor of jolly rancher i think the bucciarati gang would prefer!

mista

mista radiates blue raspberry flavored energy so much it’s insane. i feel like he was one of those kids that always walked around with their entire mouth and chin covered in sticky blue gunk. think ipad kid. that’s mista.

abbacchio

emo mother mf gets green apple🙏 his sour attitude matches perfectly with it.

trish

WATERMELON. it is such a sweet & sour flavor and i feel like it just embodies trish so well.

narancia

i mean…do i really need to explain? his name is literally ORANGE in italian.

bucciarati

“a single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and she never stops”-some country singer idk…yeehaw? anyways the point of that was that bruno is the mom of the group, therefore he gets grape. grape flavor is for old people. i live by that. (thank you for coming to my ted talk.)

giorno

as i said in the diamond is unbreakable jolly ranchers post, cherry is a mature flavor and it just fits giorno and his overall aesthetic.

fugo

STRAWBERRYYYY. once again i don’t think i really need to explain this one.

THANK YOU THATS ALL<3

[lonerxavier]

nightmares - jotaro kujo 

jjba;; stardust crusaders

Waking up in the middle of the night to incoherent mumbling and the consecutive shifting from your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo wasn’t an outlandish experience for you. 

Things like these were frequent for the both of you. As just because DIO had been brung to his demise-- it didn’t mean that the grueling and cruel fight against the ancient vampire didn’t leave a scar in your stoic boyfriends mind.

The fifty day trip to Egypt had been something everyone who made it out alive dreaded to discuss. As remembering even the good memories only brought along the bad one’s. And the bad memories only brought a sense of guilt to those of you who survived,--you included.

Just the thought that it could’ve been any of you that would’ve died that day.. you had just been lucky enough to make it out with a few surface wounds. While others hadn’t gotten so lucky.

And while you hadn’t really interchanged punches with DIO yourself, Jotaro did. It’s why on nights like these, you let him be vulnerable.

Your hands grabbing at him from under the comforter as you tried to shake him awake without startling him much. Your eyes stayed glued to his face as the dried tear streaks only made your heart sink, knowing how much these nightmares affected him made you feel for him.

Not only because you knew what he was going through, but because you genuinely loved him. 

You didn’t want to see him suffer like this because all you truly desire is to see him happy and content. You didn’t want him to stay traumatized like this for any longer, and if you could somehow make it all magically disappear-- you would do it in a heartbeat.

But alas, all you can really do is nurture him, love him, care for him. “Jojo.. Jojo,” so you call his nickname out in an attempt to wake him from his suffering. Fingers lightly pressing into his arm as you try again.

“Joj.. Jotaro, please wake up..” you attempt once again as you hear a light gasp leave his lips. His eyes shoot open in desperation as Star Platinum materializes from behind him.

Jotaro’s body flings itself to sit up, his head swishing around in each and every direction as he tries to find what you can only presume is an enemy of some sort. You don’t allow him to look any longer as you squeeze his upper arm, his head snapping to look at you in terror.

Yet the look of fear fades from his eyes once he realizes who you are, this soon leads to him sighing out of relief. Star Platinum retreats itself back into Jotaro as you give him a small frown.

He looks at you before frowning back, his eyebrows scrunching together. “Another nightmare.. right?” he asks despite already knowing the answer, yet you still give him a small nod in return.

Jotaro let’s his head fall into his hand, his figure slouching over as he runs his other hand through his raven colored locks. 

You know he’s clearly frustrated, so you gently pat his back. Your hand tracing soothing patterns into his back as you go to remove his hand from his face, grabbing it as you allow him to intertwine your fingers between his own.

“It’ll be alright..” you speak in an attempt to soothe the suffering man, “you’re gonna be okay, I’m here for you.”

Those words seemed to somewhat calm him down as he stares over at you. His eyes don’t dare to meet your own. You have always been aware of the fact that Jotaro had difficulty expressing his emotions, or speaking out about what he wants.

So you don’t bother to ask him a thing. Your body seemingly moving on it’s own as you release his hand from your grasp. This allowed both of your arms to wrap around the back of his neck as you pull him down to your level, placing a tender kiss to his cheek as he leans into your touch.

You feel one of his arms snake around your waist to pull you closer. “I..” he goes to speak, yet nothing really seems to form. “Shh.. you don’t need to talk, just allow me to stay with you..” you effectively shush him as you start to slowly retreat onto your backside.

Bringing him down with you, his head falling onto your chest as he curls against your side like a scared child. The normally brave and heroic Jotaro Kujo had faded into a traumatized and scared boy.

And you allowed him to stay like that for the rest of the night-- in your embrace as you slowly tried to pick him up, piece by piece.

This was far from being his last nightmare, and you both knew that. But no matter how long it took, you were willing to stay by his side.

unedited

published: 01.28.23

this was obviously a bit rushed, so apologies if he’s ooc.. i’ll fix it later.

[itjazzbicch]

Enough

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Fem Reader

Firs time writing for so I hope I did well!

Summary: Tired of how much Jotaro works, the reader becomes frustrated while trying to get him to take a break and when she seems defeated, Jotaro has other plans…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

(Unprotected sex, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 990

“Jotaro?”

Coming out of the shower, I peaked my head into his office and sure enough, he was still at his desk working.

“Yes?” He didn’t even bother to look, hyper focused, but gosh, he had been there for hours.

“It’s getting late,” I said softly, stepping in and speaking my mind as I took his hand away from the keyboard softly.

He just stared at me, letting me sit on his lap. I didn’t mean any harm, only trying to give some comfort, stroking a strand of hair away from his face.

“You work too hard, you know? Just come to bed, love. You need the sleep.”

“But I’m almost done,” His eyes went right back to his monitor, free hand finding the mouse and I quickly becoming fed up.

“If you’re not tired, we can have some time to ourselves,” In hopes that my sweet tone would maybe convince him to get out of that chair, I became defeated.

He ignored me all together.

My attitude from that was surely present with my deep, frustrated sigh, throwing away the hand that was resting on my thigh:

“Fine then. I’m going to bed.”

Standing up, all I could think about how Jotaro worked literally 24/7. I didn’t even want him to come to bed later.

If he loved work so much, he could sleep in his office chair.

“I told you that I was almost done,” Before I stepped away from the desk, he took my hand, squeezing as it interlocked with mine.

Looking out the corner of my eye, I hated how I could never resist him, letting him guide me back to him as he stood up from his chair.

“Don’t give me that look,” Before I could even speak, his words rolled off his lips and into mine.

His kiss was like the one that made me fall in love with him, mind focused on one thing, the touch and love of his that was too good, starved of it and needing every bit I could have.

I couldn’t control the shaking in my arms when I felt his tongue slip in, gripping his shirt, even gasping a little as he swept me off my feet.

“Jotaro?”

“What?” Leaving the office and heading for our bedroom, I knew that my hopes wouldn’t be crushed this time, “You said that we could have some time to ourselves, right?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, the sheets cold against my skin when my back met the softness of our bed, his hands so warm while running up my thighs and opening my robe.

“Don’t worry,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide, “I know exactly what you want, baby.”

“Baby-y,”

It felt like it had been ages since I felt this way, nerves already bundled and burning wild with his lips closed around my clit, how hard he was sucking already.

Let alone when his tongue dipped down, up and down, flicking at my clit then pushing inside.

Those bold, blue eyes watched my every move, how I lost myself more and more with every moan.

“Can’t even give me a second, at least?” Even while whining and panting, I poked at him a little, but was silenced by the sight of his clothes disappearing.

“Why? You can sleep in tomorrow,” Crawling on top of me, he never missed a step, cock sliding into me with tight friction, hips rolling at the perfect tempo that I loved.

“It’s just-“ Every word was broken up by moans, unable to remember the last time I felt so stuffed, already pulsating around him, “It’s been a while, Jotaro.”

“I know,” He whispered, lips kissing and sucking at my neck, leading up my jaw as he pressed his chest into mine, “But did you think that I forgot how you like it?”

“No, Jotaro!” Gripping his triceps, my head was deep in the mattress, consciousness swirling from how his hips moved faster, impaling me as my legs wrapped around his waist, giving little room for him to even pull back.

I didn’t even notice how many times I came, how much I was cuming in that moment, nails dragging against his muscles, dizzy and barely able to breathe.

“J-Jotaro!” I was practically screaming at the feeling of his cock brushing my cervix, heart pounding with an ache as his kissed me hard, hearing some groans and rumbles in his chest.

“Come on, baby,” He encouraged, even after how long we’d gone for, “You can give it to me one more time.”

Every pound of his hips had small tears leaking out the corner of my eyes, feeling my insides contract, walls aching with each pulse, but so close to a new high that I had to reach.

“I’m ri-,” I tried to say, panting harder, “I-I’m-“

“Huh?” Meeting my nose, his face was a bit blurry, but I could still tell how deep he was staring into my eyes, pushing my legs towards me some, drilling harder and knocking me over the edge.

“I’m cuming!” I screamed out, gasping with whines as I felt how I squirted all over his cock, making him throb, hearing my heart beat echo in my head.

He tried to hide it, but I could hear the deep groan-ish moan under his breath, moaning right along as his cock found that deep spot, seed spilling into me.

“Hey,” His voice was softly, finally opening my eyes to look up at him, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell previously, only ready to cry again as he whispered, “I love you.”

That’s something he didn’t say often. I knew that he did love me, but when he said it out loud, it overwhelmed my heart.

It made me feel a little guilty for giving him an attitude earlier, but I made sure he knew I felt the same as I smiled softly, picking my head and kissing:

“I love you too.”