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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, fiancé!giorno, don!giorno, fingering ( f!receiving ), begging, edging ( him ), virgin!needy!reader, all characters featured are 18+ 
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event.  do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
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Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 
not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 
and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 
but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 
“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 
but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 
“Please, don’t stop.” 
you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 
“D—Don Giovanna—“ 
but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 
“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 
he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 
pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 
“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 
“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 
your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 
Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 
you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 
“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 
“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 
he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 
reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 
he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 
nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 
“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 
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dollwrites · 5 months
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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( service top ), power bottom!dio, pegging, restraints, degradation, masturbation ( him ), all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day eighteen [ dio brando + pegging ]
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you could beg him all you wished.
you could scream and cry your please, masters until your throat was raw, and you choked on the dryness of your own mouth, but he still wouldn’t give you any pleasure. he was determined to make you suffer, and suffer you were doing, exactly.
Dio elicits a soft, throaty chuckle at your pitiful whimper, and he tilts his head to one side, peering down at you. “My, my, is my little possession feeling entitled, today?”
the visage of him hunkered down over you, knees spread wide and balancing on the balls of his feet, was driving you insane. your blurry eyeline trails along the slick, rubber cock that disappears as he descends upon it with a symphony of breathy grunting accompanying the action, and you’re so envious. he takes the fake phallus akin to the way that you usually take his cock, and even from your position, flat on the bed with your arms bound to together at the wrists above your head, you could see the way the pinkish ring clenched around the toy as he fucked it.
“I love that look on your face.” Dio swoons, wrapping one mighty fist around his cock and pumping in merciless, rapid-fire strokes, while his other palm rests on one knee, and he bounces up and down on the toy strapped to your groin. “That envious look. You hate to watch me have all the fun, don’t you?” your master muses, a devious grin etching his lips over sharp, pearly fangs. “What’s the matter? Do you hate me for not letting you feel good, too? Do you want to curse your master for it?”
“N-no, master…” you whine, laying your head to the side, watching him use you, before you added in a soft, pathetic tone, “I just… am begging for you to touch me, too. Or, a-at the very least, let me touch y-you—“ your eyes glue themselves to the way he jerked himself off; you could offer a much softer, warmer grasp. hell, you would even let him spit on your hands until they were dripping, that way your grasp felt more like your drooling cunt.
Dio’s brows screwed into a distasteful scowl as he huffs, and reaches out to plant his free hand on your chest, instead. the power and weight behind the movement is enough to knock the breath from your lungs, and you croak in response, eyelids fluttering. “Do you think me so weak, little fuck slave, that you could bat your eyelashes and pout, and I would give you exactly what you wanted?” he didn’t wait for an answer, sneering, he leans closer, his hips rocking back and forth as he takes to toy to its hilt, and moans in satisfaction. “You want so badly to feel pleasure, too, but your master has no use for your sloppy hole today. I want to get fucked,” his harsh words and the disregard he holds for your own ecstasy adds fuel to the wicked eroticism of this moment— of your master using you for his own gratification. “And, if I have to tie you to the bed and strap a fake cock on you in order to get what I want, I will do so. And you will thank me, once again, for the opportunity to please me; it is a privilege not many are gifted.” his abysmal, razor like fingernails scrape at your chest, dragging along one, hardened nipple, threatening to break your skin, and you shudder. “Because you, my little piece of meat, are little more than furniture to me.”
your eyes roll back at that.
why did your pussy clench when he compared you to furniture?
had Dio Brando truly broken you to the point of getting off for him, even as he demeaned you, and reduced you to nothing of worth?
you gargle a moan, your back arching as if in hopes to drive the dildo deeper into him, but his weight crashes down on you, pinning you in place. “Master!” you cry out, tears in your eyes, as your core weeps for his attention. a flick of his finger, at the very least, underneath the leather harness. “Please! I am going mad!”
“Fuckable furniture.” the rough pad of his thumb scrapes against the slit on his broad, pink tip, before he thrusts himself into his hand, gripping and moaning, swirling his hips to feel every inch of the cock jammed inside of him. Dio throws his head back with a happy grunt. “And furniture doesn’t fucking move. Furniture doesn’t beg for attention when it is owed none. Furniture is silent and subservient, dearest fucktoy.”
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chaiiskindagross · 5 months
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PIANO RECITAL
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robot! josuke higashikata x autistic! short! chubby! fem! reader
request: id like to request a possessive josuke with an autistic, short, chubby female reader with anxiety. def w size kink!! also i think it would be silly if he had a breeding kink as a robot, bc obviously that wouldnt work.
warnings: anxiety, dissociation, stimming, stimming during sex, fingering, pinv, unprotected sex, cybersex, robot fucking // monsterfucking, breeding mentioned, chubby reader, afab reader, pet names like 'pretty', she/her is not used but is hinted at.
notes: autism is such a wide scale— buT I decided to implement my own experiences, hope its still relatable to my requester as well as my other 'tism homies. sometimes I act like a robot ngl
word count: 3.2k
info about cybi + starter plot.
HUMAN interaction could be different, which could explain the reasoning behind your strange purchase. You were at least 33% sure that it was a scam at first, but there was no real loss since all you had to do was offer up a tiny donation, and your curiosity outweighed the logic for some unknown reason. The chances of this company 'CyBi' following through on what they offered were minimal, yet here you were, typing away your ideal CyBi and how you wished for them to act.
And when that day came when a humongous box appeared on your doorstep, you lugged the giant thing into your living room, groaning all the way from how heavy it was. Fortunately, after getting it in the living room, the rest was easy.
Josuke Higashikata, one of your favs was now in your grasp, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. He was much... bigger than you remembered from his anime bio. But that wasn't the most astonishing part, it was the fact that he was so photorealistic, even his pompadour didn't have a single strand out of place. It was truly no surprise that you still had your reservations about the robotic life-sized companion you'd gotten, but when his eyes blinked and he looked at you with a smile that had your heart skipping a beat, words could not describe your excitement... or was it anxiety?
Just like in the show, he was nice but a bit rough around the edges, still more than happy to help you around the house as necessary. At first, it started off as a friendship. It was easy to talk to him and understand him because you were adamant in your request that he was understanding and patient with you, but then... things began to progress.
You couldn't go anywhere in your house without him following behind you. He was clingy, his hands always had to be somewhere on you at every chance he got. It was endearing in its own way, but he always understood you when you asked for alone time, which he begrudgingly gave to you until he sensed a change.
Today, you'd just barely made it home from work, completely shut in on your own mind as your body moved on autopilot, seeking shelter and safety in your home. This happened occasionally when the days were especially stressful, overstimulating your brain 'til the point of it somewhat caving in on itself and only leaving basic bodily functions and survival instincts in the driver's seat.
As soon as you entered through the front door, hands shaking and fidgeting as you fiddled with the lock and your keys, you pushed yourself through the door, kicked off your shoes, and immediately started to peel off your work clothes unceremoniously, tossing them to the floor without care.
Everything was itchy. Burning. Too much to deal with. Too tiring. You had to get it all off as soon as possible.
Your overloaded brain did not even register the concerned CyBi as he watched you from his place in your kitchen, zeroing in on your sluggish yet quickened steps, eager to retreat in the shower to scrub, scrub, scrub away the day.
If your survival instincts weren't at such an all-time high you would have thoroughly enjoyed the smell of the food Josuke had prepared for dinner, but there was no time for that.
You'd bared yourself completely before hurrying into the bathroom to bathe, regaining some semblance of control over yourself as the days adrenaline continued to course through your veins. Your robot roommate frowned at the sight of your heightened blood pressure, rapidly beating heart, and some extreme levels of stress revealing their ugly heads. It was clear that you were shutting down, the 'shell' of your body being the one in control at this point in time.
And like any self-proclaimed boyfriend, Josuke took it upon himself to gather up your discarded clothing and place them in their proper place to be washed larer in the week. While you continued your autopiloted shower, he already moved into your bedroom to get some things set up for you so that you wouldn't have to do anything unnecessary, taking extra care to lay out some clean, scentless clothes, slightly warmed after a couple minutes in the dryer.
Once you'd emerged from the shower, still working based solely on instinct, you walked into your bedroom and paused at the sight of the clothes. Then, it seemed as though your foggy mind filled in the blank space of time when you had to pick out comfy clothes to wear that didn't feel as much as other clothes felt, quickly moving to get dressed, you laid down on your back on your made bed, pulling the blanket over your body. With an expression void of emotion, you laid under the blanket, holding yourself carefully while staring blankly at the ceiling, dissociating.
You hadn't even heard the sound of padded footsteps coming into your bedroom, too focused on what was above you to even consider who was coming towards you.
That was until you felt an unexpected weight. A crushing weight on top of you that nearly made your eyes pop out of the socket. It was unexpected at first but then it quickly became familiar in a way. The weight of whatever was on top of you seemed to press all the right buttons on your body. You allowed it to sink right into every bit of your body tissue, slowly feeling your heartbeat slow, a gentle but obvious calm beginning to wash over you in repeated, tranquil waves. Eventually, the comfort of the weight that was pressing you down into the mattress, reminding you of your existence, was beginning to lull you to sleep. You were nearly there when it moved, shifting to the side of you on the bed. Immediately, your eyes seemed to shoot open and a groan of protest soon followed, but that was quickly silenced when you felt your blanket move and new heat enter in your domain. It was unknown at first, but then that warmth enveloped you in a tight embrace that made you melt into the warmth, huffing from your mouth. Whilst your arms stayed by your sides, Josuke, aka the unknown warmth, continued to hold you close to his body, unmoving as you used him to ground yourself, sighing into the soft cotton of his shirt.
After around 30 minutes of the comforting embrace, your body was numb but your mind was much clearer, though you still had some underlying stresses still gnawing away at your nerves. But at least you were now able to mutter something low into Josuke's chest.
"...hungry."
...
Thankful that he'd made your favorite meal, Josuke set a plate down in front of you, just how you liked, things were seperated and somewhat neat, not touching in the slightest. Slowly, you began to eat what he'd made for you in silence, still regaining some semblance of yourself from beyond your shell of dissociation. The day had just been such a stress-filled ball, you wished you had a way to decompress. As you ate, you had an occasional thought, wanting the bad feelings to go away. Then, your mind wandered over to the CyBi who was sitting across from you at the kitchen table, consuming his own meal, which was always interesting in its own way, and an idea sprung forth.
Carefully, you wiped your face with a napkin and spoke up, "Josuke. Can we have sex?"
He nearly choked, but thankfully he caught himself before he could. Instead, he looked up from his plate and stared at you for a moment in complete silence, brows knitted together almost as if he was contemplating and calculating what exactly you just asked him.
Noticing his expression, you were confused yourself, but then a thought came to mind, realizing something important. "Oh. Wait. Do you not have a penis to use? I thought you would because of how realistic you ar—"
"It's not that. Why do you want to have sex all of a sudden? We've never been intimate before— not that I'm opposed to it."
Blinking, you seemed to barely register what he was saying until the last bit, to which you quickly added, "Sex is good for stress. I don't like feeling this way. I want to have sex with you to destress. Will you have sex with me? You don't have to say y—" "Yes!"
His sudden shout of affirmation made you flinch, surprised at his enthusiasm. But then you shrugged afterwards, lowering your gaze back to your plate to finish it off, you would need your energy after all.
As soon as you both respectfully finished eating, you were quick to move on to cleaning the dishes but Josuke beat you to it, saying he'd clean them later on in the night.
You'd yelp in utter surprise when he tugged you along by your shirt towards the living room couch, plopping down right in the center of it before pulling you down into his lap. Eyes widening, you landed in his lap, plopping right down onto his crotch in such a way that it got the robot grunting, biting his lip as you faced him. "Why this position...?" You questioned but still moved your arms up to loosely drape around his neck like in one of those pornos you'd once seen.
"Mm... I just wanna see your face. That ok...?"
Shrugging, you didn't think much of it but shuddered when his hands grabbed onto the fat of your hips, giving them a squeeze before they started sliding upwards, following the natural route of your sides, surprisingly warm fingers gentle as they caressed every spot they touched on your body. Unable to help yourself, you looked down, watching his hands move, taking the time to feel every part of your torso, even the meatier bits, his thumbs brushing over your belly with childlike astonishment. You didn't know it, but you'd given him a ticket to something he'd been wanting for a while now, and he was going to pounce on the opportunity like a starving predator.
While his hands were still on you, beginning their travel up and up and up under your shirt, he pulled you a bit closer, so close that you nearly felt his 'heartbeat' against your body, smashing his lips against yours in a lustrous, manic kiss. It had almost realistically took your breath away, the only thing on your mind currently was the feeling of plush lips on yours. How could a robot feel so realistic? You were filled with curiosity, hands moving to cup his face, fingers slipping over the material that made his skin even feel real. Josuke felt so terrifyingly real that you had to remind yourself that he was made of gears, levers, and all that in-between.
Even so, that didn't stop you from curling your fingers in his hair, even more shocked by the soft, silk feeling of the locks between your knuckles, strands coming unraveled the more you messed with it. And surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he only invited you closer, nipping at your lips and prying into your mouth with a sloppy, explorative tongue, searching every inch of your mouth with hungered curiosity. Easily, he won the battle of dominance over your mouth, sloppy kissing noises nearly making you cringe.
Wanting to move things along, you pulled away from the kiss, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand before staring at him in wanting. "More." You somewhat demanded, suddenly shifting around on his lap, starting grinding down onto him, knowing that it would stir some kind of reaction in him. Which it did, the man beneath you breathed sharply through gritted teeth and hummed obediently, svelte fingers eager to inch themselves between your thighs. Perhaps, a feeling of urgency mingled with impatience caused you to stand up abruptly from his lap, grabbing at the waistband of your bottoms and shimmyed them down rather hurriedly until they pooled at your feet, along with your underwear.
Once your bottom half was bear, you sat back down on his lap, ignoring the heat in your face and the seething in your core. Josuke, on the other hand, watched your ever move, eyes widening as you willingly exposed your nethers for his eyes to see, forcing the CyBi to bite his lip in nervousness. And you sat back on his lap, dripping cunt already started to stain the front of his sweats, he nearly lost his hard drive.
He wasted no more time, pressing his thumb against your clit, giving the nub an experimental rub in a loose, clockwise circular motion. And when he received a gasp of surprise and wanting, he continued, applying a bit of pressure to the neat circle, watching in wonder as you clenched around nothing with every rotation of his thumb. You squirmed in his lap, hips chasing the delectable feeling of dopamine shots with each movement. Josuke altered between slow, teasing ovals to full-blown rings of fury that had your pussy gushing and body convulsing sending you hurling over a metaphorical finish line.
You threw your head back the first time you came just from having him toy with your lil' bundle of nerves like the joystick on a game controller— he was always playing video games in the anime, wasn't he?
Panting, you swallowed some spit that'd gathered in your mouth, toes uncurling as you pressed a hand down firmly onto the back of the couch to keep yourself from falling back, the other hand moved, fingers pianoning in the air as they played an imaginary scale over and over again.
Josuke wasn't done with you, however, his thumb slid from its temporary place and one of the svelte digits pushed into you, causing you to yelp in shock, body jolting upwards and then falling back down in two quick movements, forcing you to unconsciously ride his finger. Such a feeling was almost addicting and the robot didn't even need to do anything as you started rocking your hips, using just one of his fingers to get off, panting like you'd run a marathon. He simply stared at you as if he was watching a once in a lifetime show, unable to blink or turn away from the display in front of him. He added a second finger into your squelching wetness, scissoring ever so slightly until he let you have your control again.
No sight was more beautiful than this, a smirk revealing itself on his pretty lips as you continued to pleasure yourself at his expense.
"Atta girl. Look at you... doin' everything without even needin' my help. Kinda makes me sad almost—" He murmured the last bit but quickly disagreed with himself, fully invested in the way your cunny clenched on his fingers, nearly sucking them into oblivion and coating the digits in your arousal. Josuke would let you have your fill, it was entertaining in its own way, bionic cock already hard and stirring beneath cotton polyester, eager to break free and sink itself between your folds. But he was built to be patient, and patient he would be.
The CyBi looked over you from head to toe, taking notice of every spike in body heat, every tense of your muscles, every spasm of your body, every crinkle in your nose... everything. He revelled in you and everything you do.
And when the second orgasm hit, he revelled in that too, nearly coming himself when he noticed just how much glossier your cunt seemed to get. Slowly but surely, you came to your own holt, catching your breath as your eyes closed in an attempt to reconcile. With careful movements, he pulled his fingers from you, earning a whine of frustration from you, as he sucked the delectable nectar from his fingers, eyes seeming to glow just a tiny bit bluer than usual.
Then, he lifted you, picking you up with so much ease that you nearly screamed in a panic. Quickly, you grabbed at his shirt, opening your mouth to beg him to put you down, but before you could even mutter a word, he had already lowered you back down onto the couch. However, made sure to have you nearly bent over the back of the couch, tits pressed into the smooshed pillows still covered by your shirt with your knees propped up on the couch.
"Can ya spread those legs for me, pretty girl?"
He questions which sounds more like an undebatable suggestion instead of a question, and you do as he asks, shuddering as the air-conditioned air around you hits you right between the legs as you spread yourself for hungry eyes.
The CyBi grins, already tugging his sweats down to reveal a pretty dick, what was to be expected of Josuke Higashikata? Throbbing heat was barely contained within an unruly forest of hair, seemingly too realistic for 'just a robot', slightly curved to the left, pale yet peachy blushed, he pressed the firm tip right between your folds, rubbing it up and down between them, coating them in slick. He muttered a few curse words, and perhaps a prayer, as he shuttered, seemingly looking forward to what would come next. Yet again, he couldn't refrain himself from sinking in just an inch, licking his lips as you swallowed him, inch by inch, fitting so snuggly around him that his oculars nearly crossed. He drunk up every sound you made as he sunk into you until you were full with him and only him, he stopped his own embarrassing noises by pulling up his shirt, biting the hem to keep himself under wraps. Leaning over your bent form, he grabbed at the back of the couch with one hand, right beside yours, and the other found solace on your pudgy stomach. Suddenly, he grabbed at the fat in a gentle manner, reeling his hips back before slamming every bit back into you, the clap of skin and abrupt force of hips nearly sending you toppling over. You're thankful you had braced yourself beforehand, silently thanking yourself as Josuke immediately started thrusting into you like a feral beast, continuing to grip on your stomach like some kind of handle. The feeling was strange but it was easily overpowered by the repeated pounding of your cunt, the tip hitting all the right places while his balls repeatedly strike at your clit. Your pussy becomes even sloppier with the passing seconds, dribbling all over your inner thighs, you're lucky the splashzone is dampened by the CyBi's skin against your skin.
The repeated pleasure is intense, sending your stress right out of the window as it's replaced with other things that make your body twist and squirm, the need to relieve some of the stimulation you're receiving is apparent but you have no outlet, aside from the occasional hit of your imaginary piano. But, with each note played, Josuke is forcing a whole new melody into you, the rhythmical pounding of hips sending you forward and making your fingers twitch as you hit another 'key.' Making noises just wasn't enough.
Whilst facing your dilemma, you're nonethewiser to the robotic man currently fucking into you imagining what it'd be like to have you swollen with his children, as impossible as that sounds. He can't help but to feed his imagination, gripping your tummy just a tiny bit tighter— completely oblivious of your 'piano recital.' Was he really a robot? What kind of pervert programmed him to have such thoughts...
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noaltbruh · 1 year
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hello! BIG congrats on 200 followers!! for the event i was wondering if i could request 💤,🍭, and 🍰 for johnny, gyro and josuke? thanks!
Ohhh alright! This'll be interesting! And thank you! :))
Link to main event.
💤How often do they fantasize about their S/O? Is the latter constantly on their mind?
Honestly, you must be something special if Johnny Joestar let you be a part of his life. You truly matter a lot to him in a world that has treated him like he was scum. So, you can guess this boy inevitably finds himself thinking about you on more than a few occasions.
Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed by negative thoughts, or is just not in a...Very happy headspace, which is when you come in! Just imagining you calls him down a little, and puts a small smile on his face, you're a very reassuring presence to him, you could say.
Johnny is also rather shy, so sometimes, he may find it easier to hide away in his thoughts and fantasize about you, instead of making them a reality. He doesn't want to appear clingy or too needy to always be by your side. he is.
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Gyro doesn't use his head much outside of combat lol. But those few brain cells he's still using are more inclined towards you than anything else. He's a quite proud guy, so he may find these thoughts overly cheesy, but he eventually learns to embrace them.
Imagine that he's just come up with a new joke, he won't be able to think about anything else but telling you about it. Or maybe he saw a teddy bear that "looked familiar" and he immediately bought it for you, so you could match!
I can see him also fantasizing about riding his horse with you, but that is the one idea he'll try to scrap and push away no matter what, no woman can ride Valkyrie...Although the perspective of it doesn't...Sound horrible.
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Sweet sweeter sweetest boy, Josuke's thoughts about you are just as diabetes-inducing. He's not one who falls in love easily, but once he does, it's hard for him to think about anything that isn't you.
He won't pay attention in class because he's too busy imagining to be making fun of the teacher with you. He'll lose focus playing videogames since it's not same to play alone anymore. He might even just see a dress in a shop and give it to you for absolutely no reason aside from that fact that he thought it'd make you happy.
Also, stealing this idea from my friend, I have a feeling Josuke would often imagine what it'd be like to marry you. Just imagining you walk down the aisle while he's desperately try to hold back tears.
Yes, he has cried just thinking about it.
🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?
Now, Johnny used to get bitches, but not anymore, and he's kinda forgotten what it feels like to have someone show that type of interest in you. This means that getting him flustered will be a piece of cake.
Even if you're bad at flirting and mess up some words in an attempt at being smooth, he won't even notice and get embarrassed anyway. Compliment and show him that you appreciate his efforts, and it won't be long before his cheeks turn pink.
Also, friendly reminder that anything the stand feels is felt by the user as well. Hug or pat lil' Tusk act 1 with your own power, and Johnny will also get flustered by the indirect manifestation of affection.
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Luck is not exactly on your side when it comes to get Gyro flustered. Dude has hooked up with lots and lots of women, and has learned a lot from each one of those experiences, simple flirting is not gonna work.
Take into account that most of your attempts will be nullified by him with ease. He'll tell you how cute he thinks it is that you're trying to embarrass him, before he teases you back, actually succeeding in doing so.
There is one obscure way to get him to turn red, and that is calling him by his actual name. He blushed even just saying it out loud. If you were to do so, and continued to after he told you to, you can be sure that it won't take long for him to try and hide his face with his hat.
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Josuke is quite the easy prey too, I won't lie. Perhaps not as much as Johnny, but it won't take too much to get him flustered. He really likes receiving compliments from you and remembers all of them, blushing a little just at the memory of it.
It is very likely that both of you will get rosy cheeks though, since this boy is ready to compliment or tease back in such a natural way he may not even realize what he'd doing. You both look cute though, and probably end up giggling together realizing what just happened.
It may be obvious, but I think saying something nice about his hair, especially if it's not his usual haircut, would really hit him right in the heart. A pat on his head, and he's already leaning on to your chest, not showing his face, trying to deny his embarrassment.
🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?
Johnny couldn't flirt to save his life lol. Like O said, he just doesn't have a clue anymore about relationships, and despite how much he loves you, teasing you is not the best way he has to show it.
He does know that you'd probably like of he tried to, from time to time, so he might make an effort to think of something smooth to make you sway. When he realized he doesn't know what to do, he'll probably ask Gyro for help lmao.
Tries to play it cool when one of his pickup lines actually work, but he's definitely letting out a huge sigh of relief and hearing Angels' choirs. I can see him getting the hand of it with a lot of practise, but he's trying :D
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Yes! Definitely! Gyro just adores flirting and teasing you, he can't help himself, it just comes incredibly natural to him. Not that he minds though, he enjoys every second of it.
Rest assured that he won't be missing out on a single opportunity to make you blush. He's really good at it, since he's had his fair amount of experience with dating beforehand, and his confidence and smoothness are of great help.
Even if you're getting attacked, he'll still find some way to get you flustered.
Maybe he's just beaten the crap out of gunslinger while covered in blood, looking all menacing. If he catches you staring at him, he'll probably say something like "Mh? What is it? Like what you see?~" Followed by his iconic laughter and a wink.
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Okay, Josuke's situation is a mix of two main factors. He's someone who values romantic love and doesn't go around flirting with anyone he sees. Which means that if he were to tease or compliment you, you genuinely means what he's saying, and because of this, it comes very simple to him.
With that being said, this boy is also naturally good at flirting for some reason, he has a lot of abilities he keeps hidden, and if he's feeling goofy that day, or thinks it's a good time, he won't hesitate to bring out this...Talent of him.
He 100% likes to do so when the two of you are in public, especially since it knows that it's even more effective this way. If you were to tell him to stop, he'd chuckle before actually doing so. He respects his darling's wishes, after all ;)
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nicherayyy · 1 year
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Josuke x Sibling Reader hcs
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You’re a few years younger than Josuke
Honestly you two are really close
But of course sometimes you two want to kill each other, just a sibling thing, you know
“I swear, if you took my comb-“
“My juice was in the fridge. And if you took it no one will save you”
Omg your poor mom
God bless this woman
He helps you with homework, well, at least trying
“You don’t know how to solve this one? Don’t worry I’ll.. ah wait, I forgot how to solve it”
But you guys are having fun
And of course you know Okuyasu and Koichi
You don't hang out with them that often, but there are days when they invite you to join
“Hey, are you free? We’re going to the Tonio’s, do you want to join us?”
Yeahhh, video games!!
He always cheats
“I saw that! You cheated! I knew it!! I knew that you’re a cheater!!”
He won’t even deny it
You two hate doing chores
Neither of you want to do it
The two of you are trying to keep a to-do list, but to be honest, it's not very successful yet
“Wait, it’s your turn to mop the flor, why should I do it?”
Rohan hates you two
I’m sorry
You just keep getting him with your antics
Although he is more patient with you than with Josuke
He hates you but doesn't hate you
Something like that
You steal your brother’s t-shirts
Josuke hates it
But won’t stop you
He’s so patient with you
Maybe he won’t even beat you if you say something bad about his hair
But it is better not to try your luck
Yay free healthcare
He hates seeing you hurt and your health is his number one priority
Night talks with him are the best!
“Have you ever thought about eternity?”
In general, he’s a good brother
Although sometimes he drives you insane
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Dio Brando ( Part 1 ) Relationship headcanon
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Relationship with Dio?
Oh boys.
Dio would be a really demanding and possessive boyfriend.
He really needs normal love and attention.
But he is not really aware of it himself.
Or really know how to say their needs out loud.
You probably met each other as children.
Because of this, Dio has some kind of trust in you.
He doesn't trust many people.
In short, Dio's world of thought goes like this: First come his needs, then come your needs, and he really doesn't give a fuck about other people's needs.
Dio likes it when you listen to him talk.
He would talk to you a lot.
Dio thinks it's because you admire him.
You really don't want to interrupt him because you know Dio would be angry.
An angry Dio is not a good thing.
Lots of talk about how strong he has become and how much better he is than Jonathan.
Don't worry you have it easy. Part 3 Dio is an even worse narcissist.
Dio would be the jealous type really easily.
Do not show empathy or interest in others.
Especially not Jonathan.
Yes, Dio is genuinely angry that you tried to help Jonathan who fell down the stairs because of Dio.
Dio thinks you should have complimented him on how he "accidentally" pushed Jonathan.
This man lacks almost all empathy.
You are also always the one who apologizes.
Dio doesn't really know how to do it and has no interest in learning it.
In general, Dio is a fan of public PDA.
Privately, however, he finds it difficult to show affection.
Unless it's somehow sexual.
Chances are Dio wouldn't turn you into a vampire right away.
He wants to enjoy the new power dynamic.
However, this waiting is his fate.
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sparda-ly · 1 year
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dio x (intovert) reader
note: i sincerely apologise to the anon that wrote this request! i deleted it by accident, and i don't remember exactly what you wrote, so please let me know if i messed up anything! this is slso very rushed, and yes i can see how badly it is written. i will update it once i have some free time, i promise. once again, i'm very sorry 😞
warnings: none
you didn't really have a lot of friends, maybe one or two, you weren't particularly a "people" person, however, you were kind and polite
you blended in with people, you didn't really stand out from the crowd, just a normal girl who doesn't really socialise unless nessecary
however dio noticed you
despite his fake arrogant extroverted personality, dio often found himself needing a break from everyone.
and you, you were perfect.
beside you he could actually relax and let his guard down
you guys could sit in silence for 7 hours, and then talk like it was nothing
he loved how you didn't talk to a lot of people, his jealous and possessive side definitely was jumping up and down from joy
the whole school was shocked when they heard the news about you guys dating
it probably was the most interesting and unexpected thing that ever happened in the shithole
it was most likely dio who told everyone you're together, knowing the prideful mf he is
while some students were only confused, other were quite... envious
knowing that the introvert girl who always sits at the back of the class and no one literally notices, managed to get the famous dio brando, who every girl had dreamt about at least once
they didn't however know that it is him who is the lucky one
his personality and behaviour is very hard to understand, however just being around you made him open up
your mere present brought him comfort, something that he hasn't felt in years
and he was forever grateful for that
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arien-rey · 9 months
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an understanding
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cw: a little blood, a sprinkle of suggestiveness
summary: Jotaro helps patch up your wound after a fight <3
authors note: this is my first post so i hope you enjoy! :)
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“looks deep. hold on, this might sting a little.”
“i know you’ll take care of me jotaro. just do what you have to do.”
you sat on the edge of your small hotel bed, the dark room lit by the warm light emitting from candles that sat by the windowsill nearby and the nightstand.
Jotaro sat beside you, gently pulling out a warm damp washcloth from the sink to clean the bloody gash on your thigh. you bit your lip, a bit fearful of the potential pain of the washcloth against your skin, but as he pressed it against the wound a surprising amount of relief followed. A soft sigh escaped your lips and Jotaro, who was gauging your reaction carefully, continued to wipe away any debris and blood.
after a few minutes of comfortable silence only broken by the sound of the dampened cloth rubbing against your skin and the sound of flickering candles, Jotaro suddenly speaks up.
“I’m… sorry I couldn’t protect you fast enough.” he utters, grimacing at the deepness of the wound.
“don’t worry about it JoJo. It looks worse than it is and besides, I wasn’t paying attention.” you replied softly, hoping to reassure him but suddenly an electric tension crackles between you two.
“still.” Jotaro’s eyebrows knit together and his jaw tightens as he thinks back to the moment the enemy cut your thigh open with his dagger. Your scream. You noticed the regret in his face and put a hand on his shoulder.
He turns his hard gaze to you and you lock eyes with him, your expression soft. “Hey. I’m breathing. I’ll be fine, really.”
Jotaro looks deeply into your eyes, scanning for for any traces for any insincerity. Finding none, he loosens his muscles and diverts his attention back to the wound, responding to you with hum.
While you sit there, your mind wanders. suddenly, you come to the realization that you’ve rarely had the opportunity to be alone with Jotaro. Most of the time Kakyoin would join the both of you, but he decided to go with the rest of the guys to get food, leaving behind Jotaro to assist you. How did you feel about JoJo anyways? You always found him attractive but the idea of pursuing a relationship seems out of the question, given the impracticability. However, as with all things; there were some lingering thoughts as much as you tried to push down your feelings.
suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by the sharp sting of the antiseptic getting applied to your wound. You flinched, but didn’t pull your leg away. As the sting hit you harshly, tears began welling in your eyes. He quickly notices your pain and puts his free hand against your thigh and gently begins to blow on the throbbing gash in an attempt to ease the pain.
“Shit. that hurts a lot.”
“i know but it’ll prevent an infection. The pain will pass soon, don’t worry.”
You winced but felt grateful for Jotaro’s gentle touches and reassurance. You cast your gaze to the side, turning your focus to a few of the candles nearby. After realizing the situation you’re in, you suddenly feel flustered at Jotaro’s closeness to you. You became sensitive to his rough fingers brushing against your thigh, and how he is touching you so tenderly. You bite your cheek, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as the feelings you tried so hard to suppress resurface. Damn.
The tense silence continues for a little until finally, Jotaro pulls bandages from the first aid kit. Gently, he hooks his large hand under your knee and raises your leg. using his free hand he begins to skillfully wrap the bandage around your thigh, still careful not to cause you too much pain. As his fingers brush against your inner thigh, shivers are sent up your spine. your face quickly heats up and you continue to look away, slightly ashamed by your feelings. Once he finishes, you make eye contact with him for the first time since he started and you smile softly. Oh, how his blue eyes are so pretty.
“Thank you, JoJo.”
“Don’t mention it.”
The eye contact prolonged longer than it should, both of you seeming entranced with each other before your face continued to grow hotter and you both finally break the eye contact and look away awkwardly. As you both broke eye contact silence filled the air once again, thick with unspoken emotions.
Suddenly, a spark of courage and yearning ignited within you. Taking a deep breath, you decide to break the silence and address which what was now obviously hanging in the air. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth to speak, “I.. feel like there’s something here we can’t ignore.” You say plainly, biting the inside of your cheek, tentatively looking back in his direction hoping he’ll share the sentiment.
Jotaro’s eyes softened. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling it too.” He breathed, the heavy silence lifting like fog. You couldn’t quite see it in the dark lighting but you swear you see the tips of his ears turning pink.
as the shared realization spread between you two, unspoken words became an unspoken understanding. Your heart almost pounds our of your chest, your fingers digging into the blanket underneath you as you lean your face closer to him, a nervous smile on your lips. You both looked into each other’s eyes with heavy eyelids, and you feel his warm breath fan your skin. Finally. After so long-
“Hey guys! Foods here!”
You and Jotaro jump, quickly scrambling away from each other, face red as Polnareff stands at the door with leftovers, his cheerful expression slowly morphing into one of shock and embarrassment.
“Crap! Sorry! Did i interrupt something?!” He yells, his face bright red.
Jotaro sighs. “Yare yare. it’s nothing.”
You both share a short glance, smiling gently at each other before you get up to polnareff to get the takeout.
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straw-kid · 1 year
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As He Falls In Love With You...  - Diego Brando Oneshot. 
JJBA Steel Ball Run Headcanon
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It was at the Steel Ball Run race when Diego laid his eyes on you. When he rode next to you, he would stare at you with a sullen expression. He always passed you at Silver Bullet, leaving you with dust on your lips, what a annoying guy. He always seemed to want to show himself to you.
Full of himself.
Diego was very unsociable. He didn't talk to anyone, he just scowled at the Steel Ball Run members. He never smile.
For Diego, feeling some curiosity in wanting to know who you were was something that messed with his ego. Why would he want to know who you were?
Pfff you are pathetic! 
But damn, to watch you hold the bridle of your horse with a strong expression, with a desire to win the race, oh my... what good looking...
It was on an extremely hot day that you can't keep up with the race, your horse is tired, sweaty from ears to hooves. It would be fair to stop and rest. Uuuh what a terrible day. You tethered your horse and left it under one of the few shades that held a horse. You, on the other hand, almost sunbathing. Sweat ran down his forehead. Would you be able to continue this race alone?
You take the canteen, empty. Ah, bad luck.
That's when you hear a distant gallop getting louder and louder. It is then that you recognize who is there. Diego.
You give a heavy, dry sigh. "What is this guy doing here?" you think with yourself.
That superior expression washed over you and all you did was look away. Diego didn't say anything, he never speaks, and it's in that moment of intense silence brought by him, that you notice, he was a strong figure, an aura of power, it was as if he controlled the sound around him, for a moment not even Silver Bullet's hooves echoed.
Diego approached. "you look awful" took a canteen from his things. "here, drink it" it was the first time you heard his voice. it was more serious than you expected to hear.
You divide the water by filling your canteen with Diego's water. "ah ah ah, I need it more than you. It's not because I'm being nice to you that you might take advantage of me." He take his canteel back. 
"tsc" You make a mean face. "Don't look at me like that, if I didn't share it with you, you wouldn't make it past today".
Diego was bold in his words, a bit full of himself. In addition to the canteen, he offered a few snacks for your horse.
After that moment, everything seemed to be over, that diego only showed a mere pity for you and continued the race alone, but it was not what you expected. Diego then makes you a proposal. "You look like you're carrying a lot of junk on your horse. I wouldn't do that with my Silver Bullet if I wanted to win.... However, the path ahead will get colder. We're going up some hills."
Indeed, you carried a lot of junk. But as the Steel Ball Run courses were, it was definitely important that you were prepared. It was impressive the fact that Diego carried almost nothing in Silver Bullet, it made sense that he ran like the wind, he was light as the wind.
Without delay, Diego got right to the point. "I would need support during this route, as you can see I also don't have so much water because we share it. So let's make a deal, I'll take you on the safest and fastest route of this race and you give me shelter with firewood.”
It was a fair deal. you wanted to win and you weren't in the best of conditions to continue, Diego knew different paths but he wasn't going to be able to continue for that long.
"Sure" you say shaking Diego's hand and at that, he opens a naughty smile. And because of the newness on Diego's face, you not only noticed the perky lips, but what preceded his face. Diego have hazel eyes, how big and full of life they were.Diego had a harmonious face when he wasn't with a grumpy look. You felt something.
You found out that day, Diego was a pretty boy. 
Riding with Diego was like riding alone. He didn't talk to you, very silent, he just warned you about something far down the road, it was like he smelled the dangers and you had no idea how he was so good at it (his stand but you just don't know about this OR even know that this exists!)
Resting in makeshift camps with him was awkward at first.He was bossy, told you what to get and what he needed, criticized the way you arranged things, but as time went by, you got used to his way, and also, he stopped bossing you around.
Diego's company was pleasant even though he was someone in a bad mood.
Diego would never tell you this, but since he decided to give in his ego, to have you for company, it was comforting. 
There were nights when you shivered with cold, and he stoked the fire instantly. There were days when you hadn't eaten enough and Diego would say "I don't need all of this, if you don't want it I'll throw it away". You have been noticing these subtle gentle behaviors. He didn't know how to be kind.
As the journeys passed, he became more sociable with you. Having said that, he started talking more. You had kept the following information with you: a big fan of coffee, he liked the strong taste that comforted with the heat. He enjoyed the company of animals more than that of people. Too much noise disturbed him to think and sleep.
Although Diego became more talkative, he didn't bring up many facts about himself and you were more interested in that, but it seemed like asking him that was too much. Without having the facts spoken aloud, those being watched spoke much more about him.
Diego likes to eat, even if it's a goo or a delicacy from an expensive restaurant, he'll eat, no matter how much he complains, any food seems to please him. He is very fond of family, from the little he tells about his tragic childhood, he always speaks highly of his beloved mother, he seems to like the idea of ​​being surrounded by people he likes, or dreams of. In moments where you catch him off guard, he's looking at you, but he doesn't turn away when that happens.
Normally you turn, it's embarrassing!
Diego is always looking after you. But it is no longer like someone who is angry about something, however, relaxed eyes, Diego has a calm look for you, and only for you.
You  guys didn't break up after the deal, you're an unbeatable duo. You like being together. Sometimes Diego passes by you and always touches your shoulders and very rarely, touches your waist, but when you do that to him, he tends to dodge his back, you never understand.
Yeah, Diego touches you sometimes, rubs your back when cold, touches your arm when want attention, touches your hand when need to make a quick move. But don't try to do that to him, he will give you a grumpy look.
There was only one moment when the touching was more intense than the casual ones. The race was intense and Diego had hurt his forehead. you had demanded that he let you help him, he was proud, he wouldn't even let him pay triple the prize of the race. With that said, you left him in agony on the floor overnight. In the middle of the night, you woke up, with a bad feeling. Diego was lying down badly, he had a fever. He was weakened, it would not be possible to continue like this.You took his head and placed it in your lap, so you could handle his face well, clean the wound properly, and help with his fever. Your icy fingers touched Diego's hot forehead, who contracted his eyebrow in disdain, he knew it was you with him. You ignored his expression. You took his hair off his forehead, tucking it behind his ear, wiped the damp, warm cloth on his forehead.
Without realizing it, you massage your blond hair with one hand. Angel hair, fine and light, it glistened in the firelight.
Even though it was no longer necessary, you didn't remove the cloth or hands from Diego's face anymore and he had nothing but the expression of tranquility on his face.You slide your fingers across his features. Dry, plump lips, thickly wired brows, strong jawline. 
What a man to be in your lap right now, right?
Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your back, slide gently to your waist and meet your hand, Diego took your hand, waking you up from your trance. He looks you deep in the eyes and places a kiss on the back of your hand. "Thanks Y/N, you sure are sweet". He smiles. 
You are simply on fire from the heat you felt.
That never happened between you again, Diego was someone too closed for any interaction that required a lot of personal space.
Even if you didn't know about the existence of stands, Diego always used it to protect you, sensing danger for miles around and smelling fruit or animals to hunt, however he would never tell you or show you, maybe that would spoil something, maybe it would make you think he was a scary monster.
Diego is like that, he only demonstrates from afar without being direct.
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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year
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dating with jotaro.
request ; @needy-self-ship-jjba​​: can we have headcanons of what kind of dates jotaro like to go with his fem!s/o?
# tags: headcanon; current relationship; dates!au; romance; mostly fluff; a bit of comedy; soft!jotaro; pda; sfw
includes: female reader ft. jotaro kujo {jojo 3}
author’s note: i’m sorry you waited so so so long, darling. hope you will like it! also i tried to show the character of jotaro well! :D
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↘ Jotaro doesn’t like dates. He’s not the type of romantic person who takes his girlfriend to exciting and crowded places.
↘ Jotaro is rather the type of man who chooses to spend time together at home or possibly in some deserted, quiet place (such as a park or a wild beach).
↘ Other types of dates that make sense to him include cooking together, going to a museum just before closing time, or a quick trip to the aquarium so he can see dolphins and other cute fishes, and buy a mascot in the shape of your favorite sea animal.
↘ I don’t think Jotaro is a clingy person either (or rather, he doesn’t look like that), but he has a cute little thing for you every time you meet each other – your favorite gummies, a basket full of fresh apples or a new keychain (you probably already have ten of them).
↘ In the privacy of your home, you like watching movies or series together, as well as eating salty or sweet snacks. He’s definitely a big spoon, therefore he’s the person who hugs you when you rest or sleep.
↘ I don’t think he’s a fan of study dates; however, if you are preparing for school or repeating material for a important test, Jotaro will certainly make an exception for you and test your knowledge by asking you various questions.
↘ Sometimes he acts like your father ‘cause he’s very worried and he feels an inner need to take care of your health; he will put a hat on you, give you his jacket, buy you something cold to drink during the hot season or, on the contrary, offer you some tea in late autumn and winter. He’ll definitely get upset if you don’t listen to him or do stupid things like running on slippery surfaces or staying up late on the phone/laptop.
↘ He rarely shows his emotions, but he really tries to be honest with you. You appreciate it very much!
↘ I also think that he’s very jealous and won’t be afraid to challenge someone to a duel. He doesn’t like to share, he doesn’t like other men close to you.
↘ But despite everything, he’s a good guy who always tries to respect you and take care for you (even though other women are reject quickly by him and he even insult them by saying that they’ll never be on your level).
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blackswan7x · 5 months
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— jjba: being intimate with Jonathan Joestar
characters: Jonathan Joestar, gender neutral reader
rating: NSFW. MINORS DNI.
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Imagine…
….the warm glow of a fireplace being the only source of light in a dark room.
You’re lying on the plush rug surrounded by soft blankets and pillows.
And Jonathan is on top of you as you make love.
He’s slow and sensual in his movements.
The only sound is the crackle of the fireplace and of both your moans of pleasure.
He’s strong and powerful with his thrusts, but ever aware not to hurt you.
You marvel at how such a gorgeous behemoth of a man can be so gentle and tender.
He whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
He calls you his beloved.
He calls you his angel.
You’ve never felt more wonderful.
Never felt so adored and cherished as when he finally falls apart and moans your name into the night.
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 — 𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a dark fic, yandere!rohan, improper use of heaven’s door, toxic relationship, forced consent, creampie mention, suggested mindbreak, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3
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“That’s perfect,” Rohan crooned, the only sound audible over the scribbling of his rapid sketching. his emerald eyes coruscate as he admires the vulgar visage you had no choice but to display for him. “Keep that pitiful expression.”
your face was flushed, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. there was a minuscule puddle of drool on the floor underneath your jaw. your eyebrows are cinched together, teeth sank into your lower lip as you muffle the pathetic whines that can’t seem to end. you’re panting, and so is he, because he’d practically ripped himself off of you and stumbled over to his desk to grab his supplies. the muscles in your toes were cramped up where they’d been curled so tightly, your thighs trembling, but you keep them spread wide as your knees ache, planted firmly on the hard floor. “Roh—“
Rohan cut you a warning glare, pursing his lips, “Shh, sh sh, shh,” the tip of the pen screams as it shoots across the sketch pad, “keep your mouth slack, just like before. Talking will only soil the realism. If I don’t capture this look on your face right now, I might simply go insane.” you could tell by the twinkle of obsession in his eyes, that he wasn’t exaggerating.
but still, you longed to move. to stretch your cramping muscles, to pick your sore cheek off the side of the hard floor. you could still feel Rohan’s foot planting it there, smearing his sole over your face and applying enough pressure on your head to make you dizzy. “W—when can I get up?”
“Spread your ass cheeks.” he barked, ignoring you, brows furrowed in concentration. “Show me the damage I’ve done already.”
eliciting a pathetic and hardly audible whine of subservience, your hands move before your brain can catch up with the demand, prying your globes apart and, thus, allowing a gush of cocktailed release — both Rohan’s and yours — from your cunt. it was spasming, milking nothing, and each time you clenched, you snagged your lip with your teeth. it’s not like you wanted to enjoy how roughly Rohan fucked you, or how sloppy he wanted his muse to be. you didn’t want to cum when he hurt you, but you didn’t have a choice. you couldn’t fight what had been etched into your psyche, literally.
Heaven’s Door. that’s what he’d called it when he explained it to you; an ability that only he possessed. you couldn’t see these powers, but somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying to you.
and you’d seen him use it before — bizarrely enough, though, trying to recall those moments were impossible.
Rohan promised never to use Heaven’s Door on you, but that was before you tried to leave him.
now, you didn’t have to ask him how he could make you do things even though you didn’t want to do them, or why you had blank patches in your memory all the time. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t fix your mouth to form the questions. he had, somehow, used his ability on you, and was keeping you muzzled and obedient now. with no freedom in sight.
Rohan moans out loud, clenching the pen in his hand when he sees the delicious destruction, “That’s it!” he cries, and you could see his cock, still hard and throbbing, beading with more spunk. he wants to grab himself and milk the rest of it out of him, you can tell, but to let go of his pen would mean he would lose the momentum at which he was creating a mirror of your position. “That’s exactly what I want to see, your body fucked out and shaking, your mind slipping, little by little. I’m going to fuck you stupid before long, and I’ll be able to immortalize that, too— once I’ve turned you into my brainless, little fuck doll. Look at how pretty you look.”
Rohan leans forward, flipping the pad around to show you, and you want to be humiliated. no, more than that, you want to cry. reduced to little more than his pathetic possession, you stare at the equally helpless girl in black and white on the paper. she looks less alive than you thought you did, less herself— or, yourself. were you becoming that? were you losing… you?
“I don’t…” your mouth fights each syllable, trying to keep you from speaking. “I don’t like…. This….”
for a moment, Rohan’s brow arches, and he tears the portrait from the pad, tossing it into a stack of at least a hundred more that were similar. all of you. fucked. ruined. “Oh?” he inquires, half taunting, “you’re unhappy?”
yes. god, yes. please, let your lips work with you. “Y—yes…” you wished you could use your hands to push up off the floor, but they don’t want to obey as easily as your mouth, one slipping forward to plug your desperate opening with two fingers, and you whimper. “I want…” to go home! for you to let me go! help! all of these were options that you tried to force to the edge of your tiers, but none found themselves upon them, and instead, your fingers pumped into you, curling at the knuckle, and your mouth betrayed your mind, “I want you to fuck me, Rohan. Again, and again, and again. I want to lose my mind on your cock…”
no! no, no, no!
at the very least, please let me keep my mind!
“Take everything from me. I want to belong completely… to you.”
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dollwrites · 1 year
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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — 𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dark fic, noncon, fear kink, graphic depictions of death and gore, chasing, manhandling, threats against reader, degradation, virgin!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), size kink, blackout mention, Dio is very mean, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ sugar on my tongue by the talking heads
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you could hear his laugh— evil and taunting— booming through the abysmal corridor behind you, and the hissing and snarling of his undead army that was also in hot pursuit. “Where are you running off to, hmm?” he calls, and the baritone surrounds you. he’s not everywhere, you try to tell yourself, it’s just the echoes. “I won’t let you leave the castle grounds. However, by all means, go on and try, get your sweet blood pumping!” another morbid laugh like distant thunder, and you take the first new hallway that opens up to the left. “I can smell it from here, that lovely smell will lead me straight to you.”
you’d made a mistake coming here so late at night, with a boy you hardly even knew. you’d kissed him, and let him loosen your corset, even though you felt uneasy. even though you’d never kissed a boy before. even though the whole night felt wrong. then, the laughter started. from somewhere deep in the blackest shadows, a predator stalked, watched, and found amusement in your innocent fumbling and uncertainty, and stepped into the light. he named himself Dio right before he ripped the boy in half right in front of you. some of his blood was still seeping into the cotton of your dress. what he hadn’t seen, however, was the jagged stone you’d hidden underneath your skirt, clutching it tight in the palm of your fragile hand. so, whenever he scooped you into his arms, and leaned in to taunt you, or perhaps even kiss you, you’d swung the rock as hard as you could, making direct contact with his sculpted cheekbone, breaking the skin. it wasn’t much, but it was enough for his grip to loosen enough so that you could slip through his arms and run.
you were panting, your lungs burning in your chest, your eyes puffy and sore from crying. but one glance over your shoulder yielded the confirmation; the reason you couldn’t stop— hundreds of ghouls had crammed themselves into the hallway, some staggering after you, others chasing you on all fours. you turn your eyes forward again, ignoring the hem of your skirt that catches on a dilapidated and unrecognizable statue, ripping a slit all the way up to your thigh, and both hands hit a sturdy door when you hit the dead end of the corridor, slamming yourself into it with a pathetic huff. luckily, the door, like the rest of the manor, is old and crumbling, and it whines as it flies open and you stumble over the threshold, only to let out a blood curdling scream.
inches from your feet is a pile of innards, and what could’ve been a corpse at one time, but has since been devoured, piece by piece, by the monsters squatting down over it. they both look up and growl, clumps of half-eaten human flying from their bloodied mouths as you stumble back. you wanted to collapse, but didn’t have the time.
countless pairs of gruesome hands snatched at you, dragging you into a horde of them. you wailed and fought against them, half expecting to be shredded, too. you weren’t, however you could hear — and feel — your dress tearing as they snatched at you. your neckline ripped, one sleeve hanging loosely against your arm and the other chunk of fabric lost in the sea of rotting bodies as they tossed you back and forth. your throat is hoarse from screaming when you’re finally spit out the opposite end of the crowd, and flung right into Dio’s arms, which welcome you with a tight grip on one wrist and the other palm splayed over your midriff, pulling your back to his solid frame. “No!” you cry out, but he’s already twisting your wrist.
“Now, now,” he croons against your neck, wringing your wrist until the blood-stained stone falls from your grip and clatters against the floor, “listen to that heart thumping.” you felt sick to your stomach when you realized he could hear it. “Fragile, little thing is about to beat right out of your chest.” you squirm, trying desperately to pull away from him, but his lips have sought out the cuts on your palm, turning it over to expose them to his mouth. first, they graze over the wounds, and you wince. “You’re about as nervous and dangerous as a newborn kitten.” his tongue slithers out to prod at the scratches, urging more blood to the surface, and he smirks as he tastes it. his lips then travel, parted and dragging over your skin, up your arm, ignoring the sleeve that hangs in tatters, and he presses you back into him tighter when he reaches your throat. “So soft— I could rip your jugular out with one bite.”
“P—please—“ you rasp, the tips of his fangs tingling against your hypersensitive flesh.
“Such a meek, little plea,” he teases, the expanse of his massive hand careening upwards over your breast to rest against your heartbeat, his digit tips just barely touching your chin, “what are you begging for, kitten?” he allows their sharpness to scrape, and you whimper, melting against him and hoping to become so small he couldn’t reach you. it was impossible, as his face was buried in your neck already, but you tried nonetheless.
“I—I don’t want to die…”
he laughs at this, as does his minions, and you feel a burning humiliation creep upon your cheeks. “No? Are you afraid of dying?” he asks, feigning sympathy, and his fingers take hold of your face. he angles it towards him, and your tear-filled gems look up at his stone-cold countenance. you nod, the scratch on his cheek was healing as you watched, and your mountainous captor stared down at you. the crown of your head is pressed against his chest; you were just so damn small compared to him. “Are you afraid of me?” another nod, and his crimson eyes flicker over your petrified expression. you couldn’t catch your breath— your lips parted and hot puffs of air wheezing out, your chest rising and falling beneath the stretched fabric of what was left of your neckline. you avoided looking into his eyes, but you could tell he was drinking in every inch of you. “Smart decision for a very stupid girl.” he replies, dipping his head towards you. you start to pull away, recoil, but his grip on your cheeks hold you in place. that devious tongue of his skirts along his lower lip, tasting your broken breath as it lands on his tiers. then, his carmine eyes flicker up to yours, and his smile widens, “Tell me that you fear me.”
you couldn’t even think— you were staring, wide eyed and horrified into two, piercing rubies. he wanted to hear how scared you were, he wanted you to say it out loud, but there was a lump so big and dry in your throat that you didn’t think you could force the words past it.
“Come now, don’t keep me waiting.”
you gasp when he squeezes your cheeks together hard, forcing your lower lip to poke out in a childish pout, and you acquiesce to his will. “I’m afraid,” you whisper, each syllable hard pressed to slip into the air, “I’m— I’m afraid of you—“
Dio chortles, closing what was left of a gap between he and you, and his tongue ran along the shape of your lips. you flinch, and seal them tight, but he’d already gotten his taste. “Mm…” he moans, more to himself, and runs his tastebuds over his own mouth, and then flicks at his fangs. “I do love the taste of fear on those pretty lips, like sugar…” he croons and places a sloppy kiss on your mouth. regardless of how you wanted to reject it, he forces your lips to fit against his with a hard push, opening them wide so that he may shove his tongue inside. you squeal in protest against his mouth, wriggling and desperate to get free, but his strength too greatly outweighed your own. your own tongue bunches up in resistance, trying to push his out of your mouth, but you start to gag on it. you considered biting down on his, biting it off even, but ultimately decided against it.
you were in no position to fight back anymore.
when he’s drank his fill of your kiss, he pulls back, the lips that have battered your own dripping and shiny with your saliva and stretched over deadly fangs, and you pant, twisting in his grip. he watches you for a moment, amused. “I would wager you taste just as sweet everywhere, don’t you?” you shook your head, cheeks on fire and eyes closed tightly, pulling in the opposite direction, but his hand drops, grabbing the neckline of your dress in a powerful fist and tearing it with a swift yank. the force is enough to arch your back, the fabric screaming, and then your breasts are bare and exposed, rising with heavy, nervous breaths.
there’s a whooping from the horde of undead as they crowd closer around, licking and biting at the air as if they can taste your fear in it, and you recoil away from them, pushing you deeper into Dio’s wicked embrace, which wasn’t ideal, either.
“Look at this,” he purrs, sharp nails dragging over your otherwise unmarked skin. they trace his name, slowly, as he takes in your visage, “skin so fresh and supple.” his eyes twinkle, pure malevolence behind them as the tip of his nail traces your nipple, watching it harden as he does. “I could think of a hundred different ways to paint you crimson, my dear.” you shake your head, whimpering in soft protest, and he cocks his head to the side, “What? You don’t think red would look so pretty on you? The color of roses?” he chuckles, grabbing a fistful of your tender breast and squeezing until you mewl and sag into the rough treatment, “Timid, little thing, aren’t you? Frightened so easily.” his head dips, tongue dragging along your nipple, and when you gasped, your thighs clamping together to stop the feeling of his teasing flooding your core, he reads you like an open book. “I think you like this.” you start to shake your head yet again, but his hand has already abandoned your chest, hiking your skirt up to feel between your thighs. they were slick with sweat and… something else. your desire and shame. “You’re dripping, kitten. Do you enjoy my teasing that much?”
your thighs press harder into each other, but his fingers work to pry them apart, slipping in between to feel your bare sex. you choke back a gasp, your only free hand grasping at his wrist trying to pull it from your core as you jerk against his rubbing, but it was as effective as an ant trying to push a thumb away before it’s crushed beneath the force. “N—no…” but, much to your own dismay, you were soaking his fingertips and he was howling with amusement.
“Well, now, isn’t this cunt just so sensitive— I’ve hardly even touched you, and you’re all jitters already. Could I have caught a little virgin in my web?” humiliation floods your eyes, and you close them tight, turning your face away from him and digging your chin into your shoulder. he coos, leaning close enough for you to feel the chill or his skin against your cheek, and the ghastly drag of his lips as he spoke, “Good. The first and only cock you’ll ever wrap around will be Dio’s, your new master.”
“…I want to wake up…” you beg under your breath. surely, this had to be a terrible nightmare. so you kept biting down on your lip and repeating it. “I want… to wake up…”
“Eh?” he asks, grinning, “Stupid thing thinks she’s dreaming.” a wave of vicious cackling rolls through the corridor, and you shudder. a moment later, you feel him shifting, dropping to his knees in front of you. cautiously, you crack one eyelid and look down to see him ripping what was left of your skirt aside. there’s a flurry of cotton before it all settles on the floor. you shiver, stumbling back. Dio releases your wrist and grasps one ankle, hiking it up on to his shoulder. it threw your balance completely off; even on his knees, the man before you was still monstrous, and you were forced to stand on the tip toes of the opposite foot to stay upright. “Let’s find out if fear makes your cunt as sweet as your lips.”
both eyes opened wide, but you had no time to react before he was smashing his face against your sex, the bridge of his nose creating a solid cradle for your aching clit, and the thick muscle hiding in his mouth wiggled between your netherlips, gathering the taste of your essence on to his tastebuds. he growled, and the sound vibrated against you, sending every nerve into overdrive. both your hands dig into his golden locks, pulling hard to attempt to force his head back, but the scratching and scrambling didn’t phase him one bit. he didn’t budge, instead he laughed, then his words were slurred against you. “Don’t be so ungrateful,” his eyes glint in the dusky moonlight pouring through a broken window, and it seems so shameful and sinful to look down your naked torso at him. you could see the muscles in your own tummy contract when he nuzzled against your clit, and you clamped one hand over your mouth to keep your moans quiet. crying out for how good it felt would only make this all too real— and would give him the satisfaction of knowing that you couldn’t control it. “Your new god is on his knees for you, lapping at your trembling pussy. You should be singing my praises.” none too gently, he snags your clit with his teeth, creating a vice around it and rolling his tongue over the nub.
you bleat, and your knees buckle— the sole leg holding you up giving out. but Dio doesn’t let you crumble. with one hand fleeing, he wraps a massive fist around your throat to hold you in place, the furious muscles of his gargantuan arm hard and bulging against your torso. the pressure is enough to startle you, even though he doesn’t squeeze. you imagine the beast of a man could break your neck with little effort. this new grip occupies your mind, and your hands try to wrap themselves around his wrist instead, but it’s even too big for your fingertips to meet.
“You are a pathetic little kitty cat, aren’t you?” he teases, suckling on your clit until you see stars behind your eyelids, and your toes are curling, “You can’t even stand up on your own anymore. Just a few, easy flicks of my tongue and you’re putty in my hands. Makes my cock hard watching you lose this fight, knowing you know you’re fucked.”
you don’t want him to be right, but when he punctuates his statement by licking a fat stripe between your netherlips, you cry out, and your nails dig into his tough flesh. “Please!! Ha— have mercy…”
“Go on,” he urges, “cry for mercy. Scream for me. It won’t change a thing. You belong to me, now, and I’m going to break you in every way possible, starting with tongue fucking never ending orgasms out of your delicate, little body until it gives out. You’ll black out, and wake up to my big cock stretching you open.”
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mrsgiovanna · 8 months
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Fighting Imperfections (Don Giorno x Wife!Reader)
I'm sorry, this is just me projecting. I can't remember if I posted this before, but here goes.
Word count: 1.2 k
Warnings: sad, self depreciating reader.
You sighed heavily as you walked out the last of Giorno’s guests. Normally the murmurs of how beautiful of a couple you two are would make you beam with joy, but today it annoyed you because it only amplified your insecurities. Another day… of smiling through the alternating pain and emptiness. Your cheeks hurt, but the physical pain was welcomed, it was so much easier to bear than the ache that thumped in your chest with every heartbeat- a painful reminder that you were still breathing. As the last car rounded the corner away from your luxurious home, your shoulders finally slumped and you trudged away from the door. The master bedroom was one of the few places where you felt safe enough to let your tumultuous emotions wash over you, so there you went.
You had struggled with these negative emotions for many years, losing chunks of time to this unshakeable melancholy. They were difficult to predict or counter. You had locked the door behind you, wanting to try and restore some semblance of calm to your demeanor before facing Giorno again. You threw off the gorgeous designer dress and took a shower before throwing on something soft and comfortable. You had every intention of rejoining your husband but just getting yourself through that little routine had drained whatever energy you had left. He'd be better off catching up with your shared associates though, you mused, feeling as though you wouldn't add anything valuable to their video conferences. Firmly tucked away, drawing your knees towards your chest, you allowed the floodgates to open and let everything out. Usually, a good cry would take care of some of the negative emotions, but this time, it didn't seem to work.
Intrusive thoughts about the worst scenarios plagued your mind despite trying to push them aside. You tried thinking about the good things and how much you had been blessed with but it always morphed into a scenario in which you would ultimately be left alone… so you thought about Giorno and how he makes a daily promise to never leave your side. But you had lost so much, what if he was just lying to you and you'd eventually have to deal with losing him too…
No…
You took as deep a breath as your constricted chest would allow you to and tried to focus your attention on something positive.
Giorno… you thought of him more and your heart ached for a different reason. He loved you, you knew that, but your mind had always managed to convince you that he would be better off with someone else, someone beautiful and vibrant, someone worthy of him because beneath it all you're just a broken doll. The repair is near perfect and nobody can see the fault lines where you cracked, but you feel every fracture, constantly reliving each event that put the cracks there in the first place.
You felt the bed sink on one side as a large comforting hand rubbed your back in circles before pulling back the covers you had buried yourself under.
"You know I'd end anyone who hurts you?"
"I know…"
"So what do I do when you're the one hurting yourself?"
Giorno's glassy eyes didn't leave your face, searching for an answer to his question.
You met Giorno's gaze, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and love in his eyes. His concern was evident, and it touched you deeply. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you reached out and held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice filled with raw emotion. "I don't want to hurt myself, but sometimes it feels like I can't escape these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't help but doubt myself, doubt our love."
Giorno's grip on your hand tightened, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "You are not a broken doll, my love," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are the most beautiful and resilient person I know. I fell in love with every part of you, including the cracks. They are a part of your story, a testament to your strength."
Tears welled up in your eyes as his words resonated with you. It was moments like these that reminded you why you fell in love with him in the first place. He saw beyond your insecurities and loved you unconditionally.
"I'm trying, Giorno," you replied, your voice wavering. "I'm trying to believe in myself, in us. But sometimes it's overwhelming."
Giorno leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to go through this alone," he assured you. "I'm here for you, always. We'll face these demons together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you heal."
Feeling his love and support envelop you, a glimmer of hope sparked within your heart. With Giorno by your side, maybe you could overcome these insecurities and find the peace you longed for.
You snuggled closer to Giorno, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I love you."
Giorno smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "Remember, we are a team, and together, we can conquer anything."
Giorno's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and longing, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You met his gaze, the unspoken understanding between you palpable.
With a gentle nod, you closed the remaining distance between your lips, initiating a kiss that conveyed both vulnerability and passion. It was a kiss that spoke of shared burdens and unyielding support, a tangible connection that transcended words.
The kiss deepened, as if pouring all the love and reassurance you both felt into this single act. It was a moment of solace, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles. Each brush of your lips conveyed a promise—a promise to heal together, to support one another, and to cherish the imperfect beauty of your shared journey.
Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the tenderness of the moment. The world outside your bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a cocoon of love and understanding.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and yet more at peace than before, you found solace in Giorno's eyes once again. There, in the depths of his gaze, you saw unwavering devotion and a fierce determination to help you find happiness.
With a small smile, you whispered, "Thank you, Giorno. Thank you for loving me."
Giorno's voice was filled with sincerity as he replied, "Always, my love. Always."
And in that moment, you believed him. You believed in the power of love to heal and overcome and to create a future where your insecurities would no longer hold you captive. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.
As you lay in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in his words, finding solace in the love and support he offered. The journey towards healing would be challenging, but with Giorno by your side, you knew you could face anything that came your way. In the sanctuary of his embrace, his presence soothed your troubled mind, and a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the room. The weight of your insecurities and pain began to fade as you focused solely on the love between you, knowing that in this imperfect existence, you had found a love that was flawless.
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noaltbruh · 11 months
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Hello! Can I request bucci gang with fem s/o who had a military background? She's stern, disciplined, can bark out orders and be your biggest life coach like it's nothing, her raw physical power is inhumane to the point she rarely use her stand, overall just give you military general vibe. But later when the mc and one of the members starts dating, she shows her sentimental side and surprisingly a kinda awkward simp lmao
That's it I hope you have a good day💖
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Oh! This request was quite original for sure 😄 But it was fun writing it! And thank you for asking me to write stuff or I'd basically be playing Octopath 2 during all my free time-
Bucci gang with a S/O with a military background
Giorno 🐞
Needless to say, Giorno really respects you not only as a person, but also as a precious ally and colleague.
He thinks highly of you since you're so stern and disciplined, he knows he can rely on you when there's something he cannot handle on his own.
He sometimes comes to you for advice, he just feels like he can trust your judgement.
Okay, can I just say he's a bit startled by how...Aggressively encouraging you are? He thinks it's pretty fun, but he must admit he's very impressed by just how energetic you can be, mixed with your firm behavior as well.
He will never, ever say it out loud...But this boy is a bit intimidated by your physical power to be honest. Okay, he's pretty muscular, but he's not nearly as strong as you are.
He knows this fear is dumb since his stand easily makes up for it, but he can't help it and it embarrasses him greatly. With that being said, he still looks up to you for the effort you put into maintaining such physical conditions.
Of course, seeing your personality shift when you got into a relationship surprised him at first glance, but thinking about it, he can't say he couldn't have seen it coming.
After all, you just HAD to be hiding something more to you behind your military façade. He knows it well since he's the first to mask himself.
He doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this other part of you though. He'll try his absolute hardest to cluster and make you away as soon as he realizes how awkward you actually are.
He'll actually call you cute quite often and probably giggle seeing you all embarrassed, but he never holds malicious intentions whatsoever. He simply thinks you're adorable.
He warmly welcomes your romantic side too, being quite romantic himself, although it may not be very clear at first glance. He'll reserve fancy dinners, grow flowers and buy you the most beautiful roses as a way to keep up with your lovely antics, he can't afford to fall short.
Bruno 🤐
Bruno's brain is low-key trying to process your existence, since you're so different from the rest of his team-
That doesn't mean he does not appreciate you, he really does! It's just... He'd always been used to be the one who gives orders and supports his men, not the other way around.
So, seeing you do what is usually his responsibility and duty highly catches him off guard, but he's quite thrilled by it at the same time, which is what first causes him to developed this of admiration for you.
But be prepared for him to still encourage and guide you whenever he gets the chance to. He thinks it's a good way to indirectly tell you that you're allowed to rely on others too sometimes and you don't always have to be strong.
With that being said, he thinks very highly of you because of your sterness and discipline, you get stuff done when it's necessary and he doesn't hesitate to praise you if you did a good job...Which is pretty much always.
He may even give you some of the hardest jobs, but never too much to overwhelm you. He knows you have limits like everyone else and respects them.
While he does think that your raw strength is impressive, he'll also push you to use your stand more and train to fight with it too.
It's not that he doesn't think you're powerful, but some situations just HAVE to be handled through stands, you can't risk.
He's obviously taken aback by your sudden change, you're just so different from the person he had grown accustomed to. Even so, he must say he's quite happy about this too. After all, it is truly a sign that you're willing to let your guard down around him and be yourself more.
Although he did not expect you to simp and get all bashful as soon as he started to court you...
...And most of all, to court him back as soon as you got the hang of it. It does highly pleas him though, it's really nice to know that good ol' romanticism still exists outside of him.
All these different aspects to your personality only stimulate his curiosity towards you, he truly think you're a unique one and he won't rest until he gets to see everything you have to offer.
Mista 🔫
Nah buddy you don't understand how cool Mista thinks you are.
Honestly he's just astounded by your physical strength, he didn't even think someone could possibly be that ripped to the point where's you wouldn't even have to use your powers.
You low-key scare him, but there's no way in hell he's going to admit that. He also wants to be stoped and crushed by you, but he won't be saying that either.
The pistols love to be around you because of your whole vibe, but number five in particular likes you a lot because he feels safe in your presence and knows the others won't mess with him if you're there.
He's a fan of your praises and hype, he's sperate vero confident, bug having someone else's supports always feels good, doesn't it.
Probably didn't follow your orders at first and thought you were just joking around, then he saw your killer look and went "shit", before immediately doing what you told him-
Despite the respect he has for you, he can't help but think that you worry way too much about stuff and you need to learn how to relax a bit.
Because of this, he'll goof around and make jokes even more when you're near him than usual. He wants to help you to let loose a bit and become more chill.
Honestly, he thinks it's thanks to him that you changed so much once you got together lol.
Once he realizes you're just a huge simp, he'll look for all sorts of ways to embarrass and fluster you, it basically becomes one of his favorite hobbies. If he went too far, you might have to punch him to make him stop, not that he'd mind tho.
Mista's not a very romantic person, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate your own romantic side. The fancy dates, all those sweet words and moments are surely quite different from most relationships Mista's ever had, but that's also why he likes them. They're a new territory, and he's all in for that.
Narancia 🍊
Mommy? SORRY-...Mommy?
You can't tell me this isn't true. You think you're a simp? You've got Narancia on his knees simply by existing.
Literally, just say the word and he'll come running for your, hanging from your finger, following whatever order you may give him and completing him exactly like you told him to.
Please, support him and encourage him whenever he gets stuff done right. This boy lives for your approval and hearing you give him advice or tell him he did a good job will make him 10 times more motivated to get anything done.
He's a bit insecure about himself, so knowing you think positively of him reassures him a lot.
Speaking of which, he knows he's safe in your presence, and it's a great source of comfort for him.
Honestly, he thinks your whole super stern and collected behavior is super badass, he loves how you can keep your cool even in tough situations and you never seem to snap like he does. He just wants to be like you sooo badly!
You gotta stop his jaw from falling to the ground when he sees you beat the hell out of an enemy. After staring at you in awe for a second, he'll remember he needs to help you fight and will gladly join in kicking the dude to death.
With that being said, he'll spend the entre nighr staring at the ceiling and thinking about awesome you looked-
In case you haven't noticed, he'd quite muscular himself, he wants to train with you too! His dream is to become as powerful as you are, but if he can't, just training knowing you're by side, and showing off he can also be strong is enough for him.
Okay, when your personality begins to shift, Orange boy is so lost. It's not that he doesn't like you anymore of anything, he's just...Confused. You're so different from the Y/N he's used to.
With that being said though, he quickly gets used to this change, and he's all in for that! Honestly, the fact that you sometimes come off as a bit awkward just makes it easier for him to empathize with your feelings, since he'd most definitely be very nervous around you out of pure embarrassment during your first conversations.
But he takes your simping deep admiration for him as a way to show off to you! He's gonna prove he's just as badass as you are, he wants to leave you speechless and will give everything he has to impress you, no holding back!
This boy is 100% a hopeless romantic, although he's bad at putting his lovely dovey ideas into practise, mostly because he's very clumsy and he'd probably set the kitchen on fire trying to make a nice candlelight dinner-
Because of this, knowing you're alike when it comes to romanticism reassures him. He knows that even if he messes up sometimes, you'll still always appreciate his effort and the energy he puts in his sweet gestures for you.
Moreover, no matter what you may do or organize with Nari, like watching the moon together or dedicating a song to him, he'll cherish it forever and ever in his heart. Every romantic moment you two share become a core memory that he's constantly going to think back to and smile without even realizing it.
He'll always love you, no matter what side of yourself you may be showing :)♡
Fugo 🍓
My friend, Fugo's afraid of you-
Have you seen this guy? He feels like a wimp compared to you, he's genuinely afraid you're just gonna take him and rip his bones in half.
When he does start to realize that you'd never do that, however, he begins to feel...Relived by your presence, in a sense. You just seem like someone he can rely on, which puts him at ease.
Also, you're one of the few people in the house who aren't constantly annoying or trying to piss him off. You're serious and he knows he can have a mildly intelligent conversation with you.
You're a good partner on missions too. He respects the way you're so determined on upholding your duty and don't mess around, he's faithful that any enemy you may face is screwed as long as he's got you with him.
He understands why you'd prefer to rely on your physical force rather than your stand, he doesn't like using Purple Haze either. Even so, he does partially think that it's a bit of a waste not to put it in action, since yours doesn't put everything and everyone in danger as soon as it shows up.
Okay let's be honest, boy's probably got the physical strength of a little girl, unless he's angry.
Therefore, some advice or words of encouragement from you are always more than welcomed, they push him to better himself while still reminding him that he's already doing fine.
When you show him your more sentimental and awkward side, Fugo gets you so well. He may seem smart and all but he's an embarrassing simp himself.
So, you guys go together like two peas in a pod, you just feel very understood by the other and don't fear their judgment at all. You're both messes so you cancel your goofiness out.
Your romantic side is gonna get him so flustered. He blushes easily and has most likely never been in a relationship before, so this kind of...Ahem, behavior, makes him scream inside, but with joy for once.
He'll try to organize something romantic for you in return, and it'll be either the most well-crafted, prepared and unique date ever...Or a total disaster. Either way, his effort is admirable.
Abbacchio ⏪
I'm sorry but Abbacchio couldn't stand you at first.
Your whole behavior just reminds him too much of the person he used to be, and just looking at you feels like looking at himself in a broken mirror.
Tries to avoid you as much as he can, and when it's not possible, he's the rudest, meanest, coldest fucker around.
The two of you only started to get along after you either saved or was a huge help to him during a mission. He was taken aback by your raw sstrength, but literally all he did once this was over was calling you a moron for not using your stand.
Secretary, he thought it was the most badass scene he's ever assisted to in his life. No, he'll never say it directly, screw you.
Complains and claims that he isn't going to follow your orders, before doing exactly that. If you were to brought that up, he'll interrupt the conversation as soon as possible and simply tell you that he did it because he wanted to, not because you told him to or anything.
He acts annoyed everyone you encourage or hype him up, saying that he doesn't need your support, but from the way he always looks away and lacks his usual bitterness in his tone, you can tell that he secretly appreciates your efforts.
Slowly, very slowly, but surely, you begin to notice small shifts and changes in the way he treats you. He doesn't look at you with disgust, willingly follows your advice and overall feels more comfortable in your presence, even cracking a few smiles here and there.
You end up becoming a huge source of inspiration to him. He still sees a lot of the person he used to be whenever you're near him, yet he doesn't view it in a negative light anymore.
A small part of Abbacchio wants to go back to be the man with the string sense of justice he once used to be. You're a constant reminder that just because he made a mistake, that doesn't mean he can't make up for it or has to live stick in the past forever.
And just when he starts to respect you... You change too-
What the?- Is this really the Y/N he knows? The stern, serious one? The wise one? The responsible one?
Is he startled? Yes, yes absolutely. Then again, he HAS to admit to himself that you being in his life has led to him modifying his own behavior quite a lot, so he shouldn't be that surprised about you being different from your usual self as well.
He's not the best with your awkward or sensitive side, but he does what he can. He knows that emotional support is something he just has to give in a relationship, so he sucks it up and never makes you feel embarrassed for what you do or say.
He's most likely amused by your romantic nature and may think it's kinda cheesy, but he secretly loves it with all his heart, and wouldn't trade it for anything else.
Trish 🎙
Ok, Trish is a bit conflicted when it comes to you.
Like- she doesn't really have anything against you particularly. The thing is, she sort of has very split opinions concerning your behavior.
For example, she admires how stern and professional you are, how you seem to always have stuff under control and never be scared.
At the same time, however, the thinks that you sometimes take things way too seriously, you should learn to let loose a bit more and just enjoy life at it this.
Because of this, she tries to get you to break free from your shell and probably takes you dancing or shopping whenever she has the opportunity to.
Another example is that she loves when you act as her personal life coach. She's a very self-confident going lady and lives for praise...Especially from you, although don't expect her to tell you this often. You're always there to motivate her even on those rare occasions when she isn't feeling her best, she adores you for this.
BUT, she can't stand when you act all pushy and boss her around, she deposed being told what to do and there's a high chance she won't listen to you if she doesn't agree with you...At least during early times.
She'll become more willing to follow your advice if you're patient with her, but she'll always make it very clear that she doesn't think it's the best option.
No but like- the first time she saw you fight, her only thought was "Wtf?!"
She didn't think someone could possibly be as strong as you are, she just exchange concerns looks with Spice girl while encouraging you herself, even if you're already doing great.
"YAAAAS QUEEN SLAAAAY"
Honestly, she doesn't question your personality shift too much. She knows that'd how people are: the more you get to know them, the more you realise they're fundamentally different from what you actually thought of them.
And honestly, since she does also begin to show her softer side herself when you get together, knowing you won't think less of her for being open about her feelings truly makes her glad to have chosen you as her partner.
In return, no matter how awkward you can be, you can expect Trish to 100% support and be there for you at any given time. Although she will tease you for getting flustered if she got the chance to.
She lives for your romantic side, it's literally her ideal relationship coming true. Being courted and loved and feeling all special...God, she adores it.
Rambles to the others about your romantic gestures all the time and will hit in the face with her boot anyone who dares call you cheesy ^^
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JJBA x Reader Headcanons! ♡ 💫
Pairings ♡ Jonathan x Reader , Young!Joseph x Reader , & (Part 4) Jotaro x Reader.
Warnings: GN reader, Mentions of Danny’s passing
Jonathan Joestar
Jonathan is obviously a very gentle, kind-hearted, & loving man. He would do anything for you, even if it put his life at some form of risk.
However, He understands not to put others at grief, so he tries not to get into too many fights for you.
Often at times, you will end up trying to calm JoJo down if someone says something nasty about you.
It will definitely end in a lot of cuddles, kissing, and him sweet-talking you.
Before Danny passed away, you and JoJo definitely treated him like you two’s child.
You two would often do research about dogs in the library, seeing what kinds of food you could give Danny, and how to care for him best.
When DIO arrived, you tried your best to stay away from him at all times. Jonathan knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, especially with DIO, however he wouldn’t think twice about teaching him a lesson if he ever put his hands on you.
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Young! Joseph Joestar
This man is SO goofy. You’ve never met someone like him before. He’s silly, charming, yet sweet & protective.
Like he does with his Granny Erina, and like his Grandpa Jonathan would, he doesn’t let anyone talk dirty about you, let alone lay their hands on you.
Even if they’re just touching your shoulder, this man gets very jealous.
He’ll swiftly walk over to you, putting his arm around you and ‘dusting’ the other persons hand off of you, before loudly talking about how in love you two are.
He definitely buys lots of gifts for you, mostly ones with his name on it. To JoJo earrings, bracelets, rings, maybe even one of those name Cola bottles.
When you guys are sleeping together in the same bed at night, he LOVES putting his cold feet on your warm skin.
It makes you jump, but it makes him laugh, so you let him keep doing it.
Joseph loves to tease. A LOT. You can never stop him from teasing you, even in serious moments.
If you two ever got into a fight, it would probably end in him teasing you to forgive him.
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Jotaro Kujo
Jotaro is obviously very calm & collected, yet sweet & smooth.
He is very silent with his love, however he’ll show small lovey gestures such as getting you gifts, remembering you two’s anniversary, & always cuddling.
Wether he’s working at home, on the phone, or just at his desk, he loves to cuddle. He’ll never say it, but you can always tell by his softly smile that sneaks onto his face when you’re there.
At the times you flirt with him, give him gifts, or do anything romantic, his stand is going crazy. Smiling, jumping around, he’s just so happy.
He takes this to his advantage if you aren’t a stand user. Meanwhile, you always wonder how he never fails to show zero emotion.
In public, he’s not too obsessed with showing others that you two are in a relationship. Considering he’s basically a chic-magnet, even wrapping his arm around your shoulder would cause a lot of conflict.
However, he doesn’t mind swiftly grabbing your hand and putting it behind his back, you two’s warm hands never letting go.
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