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m00nlightgaze · 1 year

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Give you what you want. (Jotaro Kujo.)

☆Sy: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend...or maybe you should have.

☆18+ this is not safe for work material

☆Dom! Jotaro, Sub!Reader, Unprotected sex,semi rough sex, mirror sex, hair pulling, degradation, slight manhandled.

☆ a/n: my bestie is watching Jojo so I'm rewatching it with her and my love for this man has been reborn. So take this.

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Maybe teasing your boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks was not the best option.

You had been busy with college, and with the both of you deciding to pursue your own careers, the time that you spent together was slim to none.

So the two of you planned a nice little outing between the two of you, going to the beach and enjoying each others company.

But of course you had other plans…

Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, was a walking masterpiece. He looked like if he was sculpted by the damned greek gods themselves. He was attractive, stoic and cool, a total bad boy when the two of you were in highschool. Surprisingly he found as much as an interest in you that you had in him.

Who wouldn’t want to tease him until he snapped and treated you like the little slut that you truly were.

“Who told you to look away from the fucking mirror?”

You cried out as Jotaro forced your head back so you could stare into the body length mirror that was in front of you. His hips had set a brutal pace from the start and he was not letting up. He smirked as he watched your face morph and contort in pleasure.

“Look at how pathetic you fucking look baby..falling apart on my cock so easily..”

If Jotaro knew one thing very well, it was the fact that he knew his words were enough to set your body ablaze.

Jotaro was normally a quiet male, not much to leave him unless if was necessary.

But when you got in bed?

It was like a switch flipped and nothing but filth left his mouth.

“Such a needy little thing.. taking this fucking cock..”

“This is my fucking pussy…mine. Alllll fucking mine..”

Jotaro lets out a soft groan before he pushes your head into the plush mattress, making your hips raise up and your back to go into an unholy arch. The whole image made Jotaro smirk as he had you wrapped around his finger. He switched his pace from the hard punishing one to something slower yet hard.

“I could watch you get like this forever…I used to think you were an innocent little thing..”

He would punctuate his words by entangling one of his large hands into your hair and pulled,

“You’re just my mindless little slut? You were begging to be fucked my fat cock but look at you, can’t even get a few words out.”

You whined out at his words, your voice nearly gone as Jotaro had you here for nearly 30 minutes. When he said he was going to punish you for being a little brat down at the beach he meant it.

“F..fuck Jotaro..” You managed to get out only to earn a chuckle from the male as his hips suddenly picked up pace, his grip on your hips tightening enough that you knew for certain that was going to leave a bruise. “Hmm?...What is it my little slut..? You’re getting close?”

You nodded as you felt tears pricking at your eyes, it would be your 3rd orgasm of the night and Jotaro only seemed to be a fucking tease about it though.

He slowed his pace up only to earn a frustrated whine from you to which he shushed.

“Ah..ah. Remember you told me to use you as i pleased…or did you forget you fucking brat..”

You yelped as Jotaro flipped you over onto your back, his toned, sweaty body on display for you and a shit eating smirk on his face.

“I’m just giving you what you want…”

He then places your legs up on his shoulders as he realigned himself with your entrance before slamming back in.

“Now shut up and take what I fucking give you slut..”

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with3r3dflow3r · 1 year

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Caught in the act - Dio x Reader (NSFW)

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

Reader is afab.

1635 words of pure horniness

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

Inspired by this GEM

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

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞

You shouldn't have been doing this.

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

Yet here you were, doing it.

"Dio... A-ah!"

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

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

More, you wanted more.

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

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

"Ohh, Dio.. Fuck."

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

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

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

Or so you thought.

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

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

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

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

You gulped; your throat was dry.

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

"Does it even matter? Answer me."

Fair point.

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me?" you felt light-headed.

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

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

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

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

Wrong.

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

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

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

'My (y/n).'

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

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

So close yet not close enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Am I going to die after all?"

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

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

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

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etherealzx · 1 year

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request for @kazenomegaminowanpisui ! hope you enjoy <3

side note, someone asked me to put content warnings before my works, so i will be doing that from now on!!

Jotaro x Fem!Reader that Tease Each Other!

warnings: none, fluff, sarcasm

i absolutely think that jotaro wouldn't be the type to be all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend/partner (at least not in public)

he thinks that showing affection is showing weakness, and the last thing he wants anyone to think of him as is weak

when the two of you go out in public together, he'll act bored and annoyed with you. however you can see right through his whole "tough guy" act he puts on

if you glance over at him and catch him smiling or quietly laughing, your immediate instinct is to tease him

"See? I told you I'm fun!" "I thought you didn't wanna come but it looks like you're having fun to me."

His face would get red and he would be fake mad

"Shut up" he would say, adjusting his hat to cover the redness on his face

When you see something you like, he teases you back

"Y/n don't you have enough of those already? You're gonna put this damn place out of business with the amount of shit you buy"

You give it right back to him, responding with some smart-ass answer like "And you spend all your money on cigarettes so I guess we're even"

You secretly like this little game of yours, and in a weird way its really cute

When you get back home, the teasing continues although its much more affectionate

He'll start kissing you sweetly and grabbing your waist, causing you to tease him more

"You love to act like a badass out in public but in private you're just my big soft teddy bear"

He tells you to shut up while he continues to kiss you and hold you close to him

"Just shut up and enjoy it"

You do exactly that because you know that you're probably the only one on this planet that will ever get to see him act this way

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karskilledme · 6 months

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In Sync - Abbacchio x Reader

Reader goes out to a club where a handsome stranger is eyeing her down. ;)

Warnings: Female reader.

Words: 607

Minors DNI

Vibrations pounded through my body. The music was near piercing, some tacky up-and-coming DJ playing typical nightclub sounds. Not my usual taste anywhere but here. Dancing was the upside of the chaotic noise. Rolling my body and shaking my hair like no one was watching was my pastime of late. The only thing is there was someone watching, someone I wanted to watch.

The first night I came here I could feel his lingering gaze. Some silver-haired goth in one of the corner booths with his friends. At first, it was just glances but the more I came the hotter his gaze grew. His two-tone eyes were piercing, egging me on to dance even harder. It was tonight however that I decided enough was enough. How hard did a gal have to dance to allure her handsome stranger? I was taking action.

My heeled feet clicked across the floor in a deadly rhythm, I was dressed to kill. As I approached the booth he frequented I noticed my liquid courage wavering. It was too late however as my finger grazed along the table of the booth. All eyes were on me.

My eyes lidded ever so softly, my lashes concealing my full gaze. “I couldn’t help but notice.” I paused to roll my lip between my teeth ever so quickly. “That you wanted to dance.”. The purple-haired male seemed to gulp as his oddly hatted friend elbowed him and the table erupted with chaos. Without a word from the male in question he was scooted from his place in the booth to standing right in front of me. Damn, he was tall too!

It was my turn to gulp as his perfectly done lips began to move. “I’m not sure what would give you that idea.” It was a statement rather than a question. Nevertheless, he moved towards the floor with me. As we began to dance I couldn’t help but notice that he was surprisingly fluid for someone who honestly did seem a little reserved and rigid. His lean body moved in time with the music, his hair swaying freely with him, the flashing light playing against his marble-colored skin. There was no talking, just dancing and feeling the music together.

We danced for what felt like hours before finally, my feet were purple and blue from the very cute but unpractical heels. I ghosted his shoulder and lightly gestured him to the sidelines. I couldn’t help but notice the slight sparkle of what must have been a mix of body glitter and sweat as his movement slowed to follow me. As we approached a table on the sidelines it was time to find out who this handsome stranger was.

“Thank you for dancing with me! I realized I never got your name. I’m (Y/N).” I said with a probably too-eager grin. He brushed his hair back with an open hand and peered down at me. “Leone. It was… fun.” His gaze remained intense as he spoke, his eyes were warm but his lips never faltered into any semblance of a smile. He was certainly the hard-to-read type. Before I had another moment to ponder him, he spoke once more.

“Let me buy you a drink. A sorry for my creepy staring.” He seemed to look away in embarrassment at this, if it wasn’t so dark and moody I’d think he might have blushed.

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think it was creepy if that’s any consolation… I mean I was staring back enough to notice.” I rambled out with a laugh.

Leone smirked at this, “Don’t think I didn’t notice. You’re a bit obvious.”

#sorry this is literally so bad #i will improve one day #jjba #leone abbacchio #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #abbacchio #abbachio x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #x reader #jjba fanfiction #jjba x reader #HaleyWritesStuff

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Warmth | Santana x Reader

You guys, Where is the Santana love?

He’s a good boy here, literal freaking sweet.

very short and mostly started as a headcannon but whatever.

Word count: 586

Warmth

He takes his time exploring your body, not only because it's his nature to do so, but because he is genuinely pleased to find the little spots that have you sighing sweetly.

Any reaction you give him is noted, and soon, he knows your body better than you know it yourself, something you'd never thought possible.

Needless to say, he's a selfless lover.

Whatever parts of you that aren’t kissed are caressed with his curious hands as they mold you, and his palms feel strangely soft as they travel over your bared flesh.

The little specs that rise over your skin interest him, they have him looking on with regard he voices, a touch of concern there too,

“Are you cold? “ he asks with true consideration, his deep, crimson eyes on your own because he loved looking into their depths.

He questions you, but he hardly waits for an answer, his lips grazing your body, trailing up to your bare chest with the occasional warm puff of breath granted.

“ I’ll give you warmth,” he then promises, “ - cover you in it,” he breathes before his lips come in contact with the center of your bosom, one of your risen peaks greeted with a soft kiss.

Soon after his lips part, and he surrounds the bud.

His cheeks sink in as he slowly sucks, his tongue toying with you too.

His eyes are closed as he does so, and even if he can't see your reaction, he can hear your breathy sounds of encouragement, of utter appreciation.

The other breast is taken care of too as one of his hands travels there after its exploration. He palms it, gently kneading after discovering how delighted you seem when his caresses there are firm, yet benevolent.

As you arch your back to him, he knows he's doing right.

And if that weren't enough your voice tells him so.

When you praise him, it gives him an otherworldly feeling, one that makes his face flourish with color. It's deep and rich, prominent even on his tanned flesh.

All he wants is to give you that same feeling, that same warm, wonderful sensation that has him drunk.

He's not used to such praise, yet he wants nothing more than to have you sing them to him.

As your hands weave through his fiery locks he nearly melts, and becomes completely subdued when the other hand pets one of his dark-toned horns.

You find them beautiful, worthy of remarks that make them sound fascinating, and it makes him feel like he's much more than just a dog.

It makes him feel that wonderful pride that his kind has always spoken of but he’s never quite felt a part of.

With you, he feels powerful, respected, like royalty, and he knows it's not something that was meant for him.

He hadn't told you about the hierarchy, about how the moment he was born he'd be nothing but a servant, and he'd almost afraid to.

Once he's had your adoration, he can't even consider a world without it. However, the moment you spoke of love, about how he's precious to you and irreplaceable, he feels a strange serenity.

He feels your dedication is true and he doesn't feel expendable.

And then he realizes something ;

This man has no issue in being a servant, only if he can kiss the ground you walk on, and serve your every whimsy demand.

You're literally his goddess, and he would do anything for you.

A/n: This takes place in a time where he just runs of with you lol.

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itjazzbicch · 11 months

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Beautiful Soul

Pairing: Josuke Higashikata x Fem Reader

Summary: After getting shot with a mysterious arrow, the reader is scared and confused by what was given to her by that arrow, clumsy while lost in thoughts, but Josuke comes to the reader's aid and when they realize that Josuke has a stand just like them, Josuke helps the reader understand what stands are, making the best of it!

Warnings: Slight swearing! Mentions of blood (But that's about it!)

Word Count: 2k

Who knew life could turn around so crazily?

One day, I was just a normal person, living a typical life I couldn’t complain about. Till one day while walking home, I was shot by an arrow.

Easily the most painful experience of my life and now I was seeing things. Some weird figure was at my side and any time it appeared, my world turned upside down.

LITERALLY.

I had no idea who to go to. If someone came to me with a story like mine, I’d think that they were crazy.

That’s why I kept it to myself.

I had no idea how to control this figure, but I knew that I had to because I could feel how it was attached to me. A part of me now.

School took my mind off the topic, but the second the bell rang and I started making my way home, I was theorizing about how to solve this issue of mine.

First priority, how to handle my world being inverted. It’d happen randomly sometimes so I had to be prepared for the next.

I knew the way home by heart so, I closed my eyes during my walk, imagining the inverted world. Solely focused on that till there was no ground beneath my foot.

“WOA-! OH SHI-“

When I opened my eyes, I was headed face-first down a flight of stairs. How could I have forgotten about them?!

Going to hold my head, I took the tumble, unable to block the smack of my face on the stone, and my ribs getting cracked too.

At the bottom of the stairs, I was gasping for the air that was driven out of me, feeling blood running down my nose.

“Y/N?!”

There were feet running towards the top of the stairs, looking over, hard to move as I saw that iconic pompadour.

“Josuke,” I was wheezing from not being able to breathe and my appearance made it obvious that I had taken a hard fall down the stairs.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Josuke was a great friend of mine as we went to school together since we started at the same school.

He was such a kind soul, running to my aid and taking a napkin out of his bag.

“You didn’t break anything did you?” He started to help me clean my nose and it sure felt like I broke a rib.

Holding them, I was still trying to breathe right, coughing out, “God, I smacked my ribs hard.”

“It’s alright,” He cooed, sitting me up carefully, “You’ll be better in no time. I’m going to help you.”

“Thanks, man,” I tried to stand up, but I noticed that Josuke was focusing, this pink aurora surrounding him and my eyes about popped out of my head when I saw a figure next to him.

He was so focused on me that he didn’t notice my expression. His figure was somewhat like mine.

I was beyond confused, especially when he took my hand and suddenly, all my pain started to disappear.

“You’re a tough cookie, so don’t-“ He was trying to make me smile, looking into my eyes and seeing my face, that smile of his turning into a concerned face, “The pain that bad?”

My hand was shaking like a leaf when I pointed to the figure right at his side, my voice shaking too as I asked:

“That. Y-You have one t-too?”

He looked at the figure next to him and then back at me, and his widened eyes showed the realization.

“What is it? I don’t understand!” I started to cry because of how confused and kind of scared I was of all this.

But Josuke, he just always knew what to do, taking my hand again and saying calmly:

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s nothing to be afraid of. Notice how you’re not in pain anymore?”

I only nodded, only wanting to hear his explanation, but instead, he asked me:

“You said, that I have one too. Show me.”

“O-Okay,” I stuttered nervously, standing on my feet and I was so anxious. I’ve never done it on command before but, I was going to try my hardest to do it, telling him first, “Just stay as still as possible okay? It’s really trippy.”

“Trippy? This otta be interesting- WOAH!” Mid-sentence, I summoned it and the world was inverted.

Our feet on the sky. The world above us. Everything upside down.

“WOAH! NOOO! IM FALLING!” I felt bad for Josuke, as I reacted the same way the first time I experienced this, but also laughed a little.

“It’s okay, Josuke. We won’t fall. Well, at least I’ve never fallen,” My words made me think, what if I’m the only one who can stay still? Does it really flip the world, or is it just a mental or visual effect?

“SHIT! JOSUKE. IM SO SORRY!” I ran to him and picked him up into a hug, panting just to realize that he wasn’t falling after all.

“You’re right. This is very trippy,” He breathed in, patting my back, “It’s okay. You’re right, we aren’t gonna fall.”

“I’m sorry! I should’ve said something!” The panic was coming back again and my tears had to fall, “I’m just so confused! And scared! I mean, I’m not hurt or anything but it’s just confusing!”

“Hey, hey,” Josuke hugged me back and it was so comforting, continuing to rub my back, “I understand what you mean. But this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’m going to help you. This is actually pretty cool!”

“Really?!” I looked up at him with big eyes, desperate for help, feeling so relieved as he smiled:

“Of course! You’re one of my closest friends! Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re the best, Josuke.” I just couldn’t stop hugging him, still listening as he explained:

“It’s called a stand. Every one has special abilities. Like mine, Crazy Diamond heals people, but I can’t heal myself. That’s why you’re not hurt anymore.”

“Oh, okay,” I swallowed, taking in his knowledge and thanking, “Thank you so much for that. I had my eyes closed because I was trying to imagine this, but I forgot about the stairs.”

“I can tell you’re still learning and don’t sweat it. I’ll always have your back,” He was the sweetest and I was ready to have a long conversation when he asked, “I’m guessing you were stabbed by an arrow. Weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, recalling the memory, “For some weird reason my, stand, would just happen randomly. So, I’ve been trying to practice. This is the first time I’ve done it myself.”

“Well, you’re making good progress at least! How about this? You put us back to normal, we can go to my house and I’ll tell you all I know about stands so you got control of this.”

“Please?!” This was everything I need, relieved as he nodded:

“I gotcha, Y/N. Just one last thing?”

“Yeah?” I was concerned for a second, but laughed as he hugged me tight and asked shyly:

“Just hold me while we go back to normal?”

“Sure thing,” I held him and in a swift motion, everything was back to normal, unable to hold back my laughs as Josuke tapped his foot on the ground to make sure it was good.

As Josuke said, we walked back to his house and we sat on the floor in his room and he explained everything.

The details of stands, the arrow, and he guided me on how to feel and use it. We practiced a bit in his room and we were actually having fun.

I proved how well that I was learning by flip-flopping his room upside down and back really fast and Josukes hysterical screaming and laughing had me cracking up.

“Okay! Okay! I’m dizzy!” Josuke said dizzily while laying on the floor, still wheezing as I sat down:

“I’m sorry! It was just really funny!”

“Yeah, it was!” He laughed along, Josuke trying to stand by clinging to the door. Opening it by accident.

“OPEN UP!” Okuyasu blasted through the door and landed on top of Josuke, never failing to make me laugh.

“Watch where the hell you’re going, Okuyasu!”

“You were the one in the damn way, Josuke!”

They were fighting! I had to watch it! Only if I had some popcorn, my laughing catching Okuyasu’s attention:

“Y/N? What’s she doing here?”

“Hi, Okuyasu,” I waved, Josuke going to answer his question but Okuyasu assumed with an outburst:

“You’re hooking up with Y/N and you didn’t tell me?!

“WHAT? NO!” Josuke yelled, punching the side of his head and getting up.

“Does he have one too?” I whispered to Josuke and they both stopped.

“What? This?”

My mind was blown as a blue stand appeared next to Okuyasu and suddenly, Josuke’s face smacked the door like he was teleported or something.

“What the hell was that?” I thought mine was confusing! Josuke holding his face and yelling at Okuyasu:

“YEAH? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, MAN?”

“My stand! The hand!” Okuyasu said more so to me, presenting his stand, “It deletes space and teleports objects. I deleted the space between Josuke and the door so he’d hit it!”

Okuyasu was laughing, but I was so shocked. His stand was actually really awesome!

“Do you have one too?” Okuyasu asked, looking down at me and I noticed Josuke behind him, motioning me to mess with him with my stand.

I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and smiled, summoning my stand, and when the room flipped:

“WHAT THE?! AHHH!”

Okuyasu was on his back on the ceiling, thinking he was falling to the floor, Josuke and I crying tears from the laughter.

“PUT ME BACK! PUT ME BACK!”

“Not so fun when people prank you with their stands, huh?!” Josuke tormented, but I got my fair share and put it back to normal.

“I can’t anymore. I think I’m gonna die from laughing so much today.”

“Oh no, we can’t let that happen,” Josuke smirked at me, summoning his stand for show.

I hid my face from blushing so much, our little moment broken up by Okuyasu yelling to me:

“Try giving a guy a warning next time, huh?! What was that?”

“My stand flips the world upside basically.”

“Wooaaaah,” Okuyasu was dumbfounded, “Outside too?”

“Yup,” Josuke answered, “When she showed me I thought I was falling out of the sky. That’s why she’s here. I was explaining to her what stands are.”

“Ahh, that makes sense now. So you’re not hooking up?”

Josuke only looked at me, blushing through his smolder and I was too, but answered:

“Just stand practicing basically.”

“Oh, that’s good!” Okuyasu sighed in relief, “Y/N’s way too hot for you.”

“Okay. That’s it,” Standing up, they were fighting again.

I could only shake my head, but once their rowdiness died down, it was sunset and Josuke decided to walk me home.

Today was surely a wild one but in a good way. I got all my questions answered, I wasn’t scared anymore, and I could control my stand.

Josuke was like a hero to me now, letting him know as we made it to my house:

“I just want you to know again, Josuke. You’re the best. I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”

“It’s no problem, I promise,” He smiled, “I’m glad I could help. And sorry about Okuyasu, by the way. You know how he can be sometimes.”

“I'm not sweating it. He’s a goofball. Would be weird if he wasn’t,” I giggled, Josuke nodding along but murmuring to himself:

“Yeah, and of course he had to embarrass me.”

“Josuke,” I sounded serious at first, but wiped all that anxiousness it made when I kissed his cheek:

“Never mind what he said earlier. I think you’re a beautiful person. Inside and out. Your stand too.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face turn so red. It was so cute and he was rambling nervously:

“Aww, Y/N! T-Thank you so-“

“No, thank you, Josuke,” Everything paused when I hugged him again, getting off my chest, “Ever since I got hit by that arrow, I’ve been living in fear. You took that all away in less than a day. You really are a beautiful soul.”

This time, there was no rambling. Just hugging me back, kissing my cheek this time when I looked up at him and he winked:

“You are too.”

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lady-wallace · 8 months

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Monsters and Fallen Saints- Chap 1: Vampire Hunter AU (JJBA)

New fic from my Pt5 Vampire Hunter AU! This is this verse's version of the Pompeii/Man in the Mirror arc--so get ready for some Abbacchio angst

(Read the first one HERE if you missed it!)

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(Vampire Hunter AU) Bucciarati sends Giorno and Abbacchio on a mission in the hopes that they will learn to work together. However, when their target reveals himself to be someone from Abbacchio's past with a plan for revenge, the Hunters find that their chances of making it out alive are looking grim.

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Abbacchio crept through the house as silently as possible. There was something about this whole situation that just sat badly with him. He refused to admit that perhaps Giorno had been right and they should have looked into it a little more, but maybe there was some truth to that…

His instincts alerted him to a presence as soon as he stepped into the dining room, though he could see no one at the moment.

Abbacchio walked slowly down the long table, sword held firmly at his side.

A low, mocking chuckle had him instantly spinning around, catching sight of a figure looming in the shadows.

"Well, if it isn't Leone Abbacchio—it's been a while, hasn't it?"

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba fanfiction #vento aureo au #golden wind au #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna #dhampir giorno #jjba part 5 #pannacotta fugo #illuso #vampire hunter au #victorian au

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carryingstarlightinherwake · 8 days

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New fic, folks! This one is for @lady-wallace 's Vampire AU!

Read it here! And go check out her DTIYS challenge!

#ladywvampiredtiys #jjba part 5 #jjba fanfiction #vampire au #bruno bucciarati #trish una #found family #lucky's fics #fanfiction

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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heyyyyy!

i hope you're well!!

i was just wondering if I could request some cuddling headcanons for polnareff and hol horse because i love them so much!

have a good rest of your day and stay hydrated!!<3333

Thank you thank you! I'm doing pretty good at the moment ^-^

These are kind of short because I'm easing myself back into writing now that I'm feeling better, but knowing me I'll write entire fics about these two concerning this topic soon enough cause I'm down bad.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He is one of the clingiest people you will ever meet in your entire life

Period

He adores PDA

He’ll always have an arm around or on you

When it comes so snuggles he won’t hesitate to wrap you up in his arms and keep you there

If you’re near him you have to be touching him

It’s the rules

Or else he’ll think he did something wrong

He always makes sure you’re comfortable, and will move around until you’re content with how you two are cuddling

You’re his main priority

Always

He likes when you lean against his chest and/or use him as a pillow

He thinks it’s cute

When you two are laying down he always pulls your back against his chest and curls around you

Watch out because he snores like a lawnmower

Sometimes he wakes up with you sleeping on the couch because you couldn’t sleep with his constant snoring

He always feels terrible about it

Overall 10/10 cuddles would recommend

Hol Horse

This main pretends he doesn't care for fluffy sappy stuff like cuddling

But sometimes when he dozes off on the couch you’ll lean against him and join him in a nap

You’ll wake up with him rubbing you gently, admiring you

He’s down bad for you

It’s not often he initiates the snuggling

But as you two become more comfortable around each other and he begins to open up

He’ll gladly scoop you into his arms casually and plant a kiss to your lips

When in bed he’ll sleep on his back (like a freak, I may add. Idk how anyone can fall asleep on their back, side sleepers ily muah)

You’ll lean against his chest, listening to his breathing and heartbeat

Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you

If he’s feeling really sweet he’ll pull you against his chest and kiss your neck and shoulders

Maybe even a massage if you’re stressed and tense

His favorite way to snuggle with you is sitting on his lounge-chair, you on his lap, as the two of you watch TV or simply nap the day away

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nanchons · 2 months

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the lucky ones

Summary:

"Every second the kid is leaning over them, Kakyoin can feel himself getting closer to being outed to Jotaro as Noriaki, California’s own edgy, indie pop sweetheart, and he really, really doesn’t want this nice quiet conversation to end. He just wants to sit here and pretend he’s a normal guy, flirting with a quiet marine biologist over hash browns at 3 AM." Kakyoin is a pop star AU? ?? ???? ?

i put a couple new chapters up!! enjoy

#jjba #noriaki kakyoin #jojos bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jotakak #jotaro kujo #jotaro x kakyoin #trans kakyoin #jjba fanfiction #stardust crusaders AU

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sofiafushiguro · 2 years

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feel like heaven - incubus! leone abbachio

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌:incubus! leone abbachio x afab reader

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.3k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: monster fucking, non-con to dub-con, praising, fingering, unprotected sex, matting press, bitting, spanking, mentions of God, All characters are 18+ here.

↳𝖆/𝖓: The other day a incubus visited me lol. Wish it has been Abbachio ngl

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Thinking about incubus! Abbachio. He watches you sleep for a couple of days, hiding in the shadows of your room and attentively observing when you touch yourself.

He hasn't even done anything yet, and he finds it amusing how a pretty little thing like you is so needy all the time. Abbachio decides it's time to start his job when after a long day of work you arrive at your house and fall asleep almost immediately.

Abbachio softly touches your skin, feeling how it bristles as a reflex. You were so tired that day that you decided to sleep in your underwear, not even bothering to use a pajama; he traces small figures on your back, enjoying the way you fix yourself on the bed and bury your face on the pillows.

Abbachio reaches your ass and gives it a soft but firm spank, enough for you to jump on the bed but quiet enough so that you don't wake up. He is a sucker for the flesh moving when he grabs your asscheeks and feels the pool starting to form in your core.

You think you're having a wet dream again, so you pay it no mind when you feel Abbachio's fingers outline your pussy lips over your underwear because you are 100% sure it's all part of your imagination. He can feel the heat in your skin and smell your arousal; all those nights he was hiding in the shadows of your room and dreams, studying your body and your behavior, were now worth it because he has a taste of you.

Abbachio reaches the hem of your panties and pulls them down, throwing them to the floor. The cold air hits your pussy as you moan softly into the pillow and something lights in your inside. This is way too good to be a dream.

He feels your blood pressure rising, and he knows you're close to waking up, but before you have any chance of opening your eyes, he opens your pussy lips and gathers some of your arousals into his fingers before pressing your clit.

"Ah!" you moan as you fit the sheets. It is not a dream anymore. With sleepy eyes, you turn your head to try and understand what's going on, and that's when you see him. The slender figure of Abbachio is standing behind you while rubbing your clit.

With long, grey hair, dark purple horns, and a matching tail, Abbachio stares at you, and a smirk appears on his face. "Don't worry your pretty head and enjoy," he says. His deep voice pierces your ears and sends shivers to your pussy. A finger makes its way inside you, and the sudden intrusion has you moaning again.

"Who- Who are you?" you ask. You want to fight him and tell him to go away, but the feeling is so overwhelming that it leaves you helpless.

"Not who but what," he corrects you, focusing on fingering you. "The name's Leone. I've been watching you for a couple of days, and I know you like this, don't you?" Abbachio gives a hard slap to your ass, making you jolt and moan because of the impact. He starts kissing your lower back, making his way up to your neck and burying his face in it.

You feel his lips sucking on your skin, and even his fangs brush your skin. His fingers never leave your pussy, and while you are trying to process everything that's going on, you feel something hard pressing on your ass. That's when you realize he's been naked the whole time. His skin is cold compared to yours.

"What are you?" You ask, moving uncomfortably for having his naked body over you.

"An Incubus," he answers as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He trails kisses from your neck to your shoulder, where he bites you hard enough for his fangs to leave a mark. "I'm not here to hurt you, darling. I wanna make you feel good,"

Abbachio feels you gushing around his fingers, and he likes the feeling of your tight, warm walls coming closer and closer to your orgasm. "See? I hate God, but I'm going to make you feel like heaven,"

His fingers curl inside you, touching that spot that drives you crazy and has you cumming in seconds. You are too fucked up to think about what's going on, but you know he wasn't lying when he said he wanted to make you feel good.

He gets up from on top of you, giving you a chance to breathe properly, but before another thought comes into your mind, Abbachio flips you over your back and has you facing him. His horns make him look terrific, but the smirk on his face is full of lust.

"Now, I'm gonna be clear with you, human," he says. His big hands open your legs again, and he taps his dick into your clit. That's when you realize how big he is. He is not only long but thick, with a red head leaking pre cum and big balls.

"Just be a good girl, and everything will be alright, got it?" His long hair falls on his body, and for a single moment, you admire the presence of the demon that is about to fuck you.

You nod, and he senses the fear in your soul. He believes there's nothing better than a fresh human who has never experienced this before. He aligns his cock with your entrance and slowly makes his way inside of you, savoring every part of your pussy.

"Leone!" you moan and sink your nails into his forearms. "Wait, I-" suddenly, your mouth is stuffed with something pointy and scaly. His tail.

"Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you, I already told you," Abbachio reassures you again, even tho he knows he has the strength and stamina to break your fragile human body.

He begins pounding into you slowly, pulling out completely and then slamming into you. You feel his cock head kissing your cervix, and you feel him deep inside you.

Abbachio's hands are gripping the fat of your hips to keep you in place while he groans. Your mind feels dizzy and confused, you still aren't sure of what's going on, but you swear to your soul that you are enjoying it; no one has ever made you feel this kind of pleasure, and now that an incubus was fucking you raw and savage, you wouldn't waste it.

"Fucking little human, you're mine, got it?" he says, pushing your legs into your chest in a perfect matting press. "Say you're mine," he needs you to say those words, and then his job will be done. Abbachio needs to claim your soul so that he can use you whenever he wants.

"Say you're mine, and I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of," his voice is shaky because he feels how close you are. He feels your pussy clenching around him, milking him.

Abbachio removes his tail from your mouth with a strand of saliva connecting it, "I'm yours, Leone. I'm yours!" you admit while the knot inside of you snaps, feeling how your climax takes over your body again.

You don't know it yet, but you just have given your soul to Leone Abbachio, and he feels on cloud 9. A few more thrusts and he is spilling his hot cum inside you, making sure you take every drop of his seed.

He falls a top of you, carefully of not to hurt you. Despite him fucking you hard and strong, his skin is still stone cold, and you take this chance that he is laying above you to touch his horns.

They have the same texture as his tail, and as soon as your hand makes contact with them, he can't help but feel sensitive.

"Will I ever see you again, Leone?" you ask, still caressing the scales of his horns. His eyes meet yours, and a soft smile appears on his face, "Every time you need me, I'll be there,"

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#jjba💎#jjba fanfic #jjba fandom #jjba x reader #jjba #jjba pt 5 #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #jojo abbachio #tw: monster fucking #tw: noncon #jojo golden wind #jojo fanfic #abbachio x reader #abbachio x y/n #jjba fanfiction

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etherealzx · 1 year

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hi hii <33 i hope you're doing good!

may i have a fugo dating reader who is from la squadra (but lets say buccigang and lasquadra doesn't have the beef aka no boss thing happened) so, reader and fugo are going on a date but the rest of la squadra are being the overprotective brothers and stalks them instead. reader being an oblivious sunshine of course didn't notice things going on but fugo is standing on a thin line vghdhf that would be cute

sorry if this confusing english isn't my first language, have a nice day/night ^^♡♡

I FUCKING LOVE FUGO

Fugo Dating Reader that's a Member of La Squadra

warnings: fluff, fem!reader, feminine terms used

this turned out way longer than i meant for it to be

You had been dating Fugo for a few months now. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship on the low, since you were from two different gangs. Your gangs weren't rival gangs or anything, but it was still probably a good idea to keep things between the two of you to save from potential drama.

That night, you and Fugo had planned to go on a date. You hadn't seen each other in a while due to you both having busy schedules, so the thought of seeing him put butterflies in your stomach. You had spent the entire day getting ready, taking a long shower to exfoliate your entire body, ironing all of the wrinkles out of your dress, and spending entirely too long on your hair and makeup. You had also put on your Dior perfume, something you only wore on special occasions. Your fellow LS members had noticed you getting ready all day, but no one had said anything to you yet.

As you were doing the final touches on your hair, you yelped as someone suddenly spoke behind you. "What are you getting all dolled up for, dolcezza?" It was Melone, leaning against the door frame, eyeing your figure up and down in your tight dress. "Jesus, Melone, don't sneak up on me like that!" You yelled, face turning red. He could be such a creep sometimes. He just chuckled at your anger. "Not that it's any of your business, but I've got a date tonight." Melone's eyes widened in surprise. The rest of La Squadra must have heard you from the next room over, and they all ran to the doorway of the bathroom you were getting ready in. "A DATE??" Formaggio yelled out in surprise. "With who?" Ghiaccio asked, looking annoyed but intrigued at the same time. You glanced up at Risotto, who was just standing with his arms crossed. "It's not really any of your business," You started, "But his name is Fugo. We've been going out for a few months now." You hoped this didn't give away too much of his information, since you had only given his last name. Illuso gasped from the back of the room. "Fugo? As in Pannacotta Fugo? The twerp that works for Bucciarati?" he blurted out. Fuck. Leave it to Illuso to always throw you under the bus. The rest of the group turned towards you, looks of surprise on their faces.

"Y/n, you didn't tell us you had been seeing someone from another team." Risotto said sternly, arms still crossed. You gulped as you felt your heart drop. You were terrified of your capo, you had seen what he had done to punish other LS members who got out of line.

"I know, I'm sorry... I just didn't think it was that big of a deal! Besides, they're not our rivals or anything!" You stammered nervously, desperately trying to justify seeing Fugo.

"It's fine. Just have fun... and be careful." He warned, before walking out of the room. The rest of the gang quietly followed out behind him. You felt like you could finally breathe again as they all left. You picked your purse up off the counter and made your way out the door.

Fugo had picked you up from the hideout in a nice, black car, one you assumed Bucciarati had let him borrow. "You look amazing," He said as he held the car door open for you. You felt your cheeks get hot at is words. "Thank you, so do you." He drove you off into the city, to a nice restaurant. He was giving you the princess treatment, holding doors open for you, helping you out of the car, and holding your bag for you. Despite his temper, he really was a gentleman.

Fugo wasn't showing it to you, but he was feeling uneasy. He had noticed the car that had been tailing you two since you left the La Squadra hideout, but never mentioned it to you. Even now as you sat at the small table in the fancy restaurant, he felt eyes on him. Fugo wasn't dumb, he knew what was going on. I mean, he was going on a date with another gang's only female member, of course he was being watched. As you spoke to him, his eyes were scanning the restaurant, looking for his stalkers. It wasn't until he finally looked out the window that he noticed them. Sitting in a blacked out Cadillac across the road, with five men in it. He didn't know La Squadra all too well, but he recognized one of them immediately. Illuso.

He tried to remain calm and cheerful with you, not wanting to ruin your date. He really was happy to be spending time with you, he just wished he wasn't being watched as he did so.

"Fugo, are you feeling alright?" You asked him, pulling him out of his trance. "You keep looking out the window. Is everything okay?" You placed a hand on his as you looked into his purple eyes. "Yes, I'm fine! Just admiring the beautiful night," He stammered, desperately trying to make excuses so he didn't worry you.

After dinner, he brought you back to the LS Hideout. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as he walked you to the door, opening it for you to let you inside. After he said his goodbyes, he closed the door behind you and began to walk back to his car. A chill shot down his spine as he felt the air turn cold around him. Suddenly, he couldn't move his feet, like they were stuck to the ground. He looked down to see ice had formed around them, tethering him to the ground beneath him. "Fugo, was it?" A grating voice said from behind him. Ghiaccio, Illuso, Risotto, Melone, and Formaggio revealed themselves to Fugo. Shit, he thought to himself, this is bad. "What is it you want with our sweet y/n?" Melone asked him. "N-nothing! It's not anything like that, I promise! My intentions are pure!" he stammered out nervously. Risotto laughed as he made his way toward him. "Just make sure you treat her right. No funny business. You try anything, anything at all with her and we will find you. Understood?" He asked sternly. Fugo gulped, nodding his head furiously. "Alright, Ghiaccio, let him go," He said, the ice suddenly melting from his feet. The men went back inside, still watching Fugo from the window. He ran back to the car, driving off as fast as he could. Who would have thought dating a girl from another gang would have been so terrifying?

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The Golden Miners - Chapter 11: The Pink Guy

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Fugo woke up in his room and was about to get dressed when he saw a note on the floor near the door. It was from Giorno, saying that his dad found a house nearby. It had the address on it, too. Great, he thought, we can visit each other without driving. The note also said he wasn't here and he'd be helping unpack all day.

Okay, so Giorno wasn't going to be here. Fugo can survive. Good thing he's friends with Narancia. He texted him and waited for a reply. Usually, Narancia replied right away, but he was taking his sweet time. Well, he needed to change his clothes. However, he received nothing from his best friend after changing.

Something probably occupied Narancia's attention. For now, he got on his computer, having YouTube and Tumblr open on two different tabs. Then his phone rang, but the caller was Trish. What did she want now?

"Yes?" Fugo answered.

"Hey, are we that pink-haired guy?" Trish asked. "You know, Doppio?"

It all came back to him now. "Oh yeah. Unfortunately, Giorno isn't able to help. He moved into one of the houses here."

"Oh, well, at least Mista's replying to our text now."

Fugo had managed to see Mista's texts but was too tired to read them. He checked it now, and Mista left apologies for being unresponsive.

"So, about this search, why did you call me to help find—what's his name—Doppio?" he asked.

"Well, Mista said you're the smartest person. He'd figure you'd track him down. Go on, Google him."

Fugo rolled his eyes and did as she commanded. "Ugh, I keep getting places of coffee shops. Do we have any more details about this guy? I need to know if Doppio is his first or last name. Also, the exact city he resides in would be nice."

"How am I supposed to know that?"

"This is your problem."

He heard her sigh. "Okay, then let's ask Mista. He knows Prosciutto, who knows Risotto, who knows Doppio."

"Alright, then call him."

"Ugh, you're supposed to be the information gatherer. Fine, well, Narancia's angry with you."

"Uh-huh, sure."

Trish sighed. "And I'm angry too. But, unlike Narancia, I'm angry with both you and Giorno. You guys are rich enough to go to Disneyland and should've invited us."

"Why are you mad at us? We can't just ask for a bunch of money from our parents!"

"You're right! I hate your parents. Yeah, and even Giorno's dad!"

"Hold on. Can we get back on topic? If that's true, why would Narancia be mad at me?"

"I'll tell you if you give me the information I need."

"Ugh, fine! I'll call Mista." Fugo hung up on Trish and called Mista. "Hey, are you there, Mista? I need you to help me out with something."

"Oh, Fugo. It's you," Mista said, sounding depressed. "Sorry for not answering your calls and texts. I made everyone worry, didn't I?"

"Yeah." Formaggio was right. Prosciutto must've broken up with him. He wasn't sure how to approach this and was nervous. "Could you tell me about any of Prosciutto's friends?"

"Oh, sure." Mista sighed. "Formaggio seems alright. He's in a relationship with Illuso, a stuck-up prick. Pesci is Prosciutto's ugly little friend. He creeps me out. Melone's hot, but I think Ghiaccio, some guy who reminds me of you, is dating him. Then there's Prosciutto's boyfriend, Risotto. Not going to lie, he's hot as fuck. I guess I shouldn't be so upset he broke up with me. I would, too. I can't tell who's hotter, him or Giorno's dad."

Fugo almost barfed. "Um, could you tell me more about Risotto?"

"Did you and Giorno get into a fight or something? Risotto is a little too old for you."

"What? No! Oh my god! Just tell me about Doppio, the guy he was dating!"

"Sheesh, don't get your panties twisted! I met up with Doppio—oh, that's his last name, by the way—and he tried to get with me. Before I could agree, I asked him for his age, and he said he was 33. Dude looked like he had just turned 18! What the hell kind of anti-aging cream does he use? It's probably expensive. I turned him down. He seems high-end."

"What's his first name?" Fugo sounded impatient.

"Vinegar. Yeah, strange, I know. Hey, don't you find it's weird how we're named after food?"

Fugo ignored his question and searched Doppio, finding zero results. He used other search engines, and still nothing. "Does Doppio live in Italy?"

"Yeah, I assume somewhere in Sardinia. He sounds like he's from there. Why?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Where is Doppio usually? Do you have his contact information?"

"Sorry, but I don't know where you can find him, and he didn't give me his contact info."

"That's fine. Later." Fugo sighed and hung up on Mista. He dialed Trish, and she answered. "I need to confirm something. Your mother met your dad in Sardinia, right?"

"Yes, Costa Smeralda, to be exact," she answered. "Did you find him?"

"Not exactly. I can't find where he lives. His name is Vinegar Doppio, and he's 33. Mista assumed he lived in Sardinia. That's it. That's all the information I have."

"Thanks." Trish sighed. "I don't know what to do. How will I find him?"

"I would've told you if I knew that. You're going to do this by yourself."

"Except I'm not going to do this by myself. Besides, Narancia wants to help, and I think you guys need to fix what's going on between you two. This might be a great way, and Narancia isn't smart. He'll need all the help he can get. Let's—"

"Now, hold on!" an angered Fugo interrupted. "Narancia may be bad at math, but that does not mean he's a burden to the search!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. Let's meet at the beach. It's not too hot to go on a search."

Everyone except for Giorno was at the beach. Narancia didn't seem too happy with Fugo and tried to wedge Mista between them.

"Alright, everyone," Trish started, "Doppio isn't here, so we'll search all of Naples for hints or clues. Now, we'll split the group into two. I'll be with Sheila while you boys do whatever you do."

"I may not be the smartest," Narancia said. "But I won't be an issue. Do I need Fugo with me?"

Before Trish could answer, Fugo glared at him and interrupted. "If there's something you want to say, say it."

"We're going to go now," Trish said, taking Sheila by the hand and running away."

"Wait!" Mista was about to go after them but stopped, looking at his two friends arguing. "Hey, can we work together?"

"Did you enjoy the beach without us, Fugo?" Narancia questioned.

"I wished you joined us, but you just had to play Just Dance for hours!" yelled Fugo.

"You would've joined us if you weren't Giorno's little bitch!"

"Excuse me?"

"You've been spending so much time with Giorno that you've ignored us! Right, Mista?"

"Do I have to answer that? Could we please find Trish's dad?" Mista avoided.

"Ugh! Whatever. I supposed we should head to Risotto's house." Narancia took out his phone and typed away. Fugo caught a glimpse of Risotto's address in the Google results.

"How'd you know how to search for people's addresses?" Fugo asked.

"My Twitch chat told me one time. When you were off having fun at Disneyland without us, Formaggio doxxed me."

"I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, whatever. I know where Risotto lives. Hmm, this neighborhood isn't so friendly. Luckily, I know friends who live there."

"Oh, those questionable friends who abandoned you?"

"Shut up!" Narancia threw a punch at him, but Mista gripped his arm before it made contact with Fugo's face.

"Stop, guys!" Mista separated them. "We're making a scene here. You're going to get the cops on us. Cool it! If we're lucky, Abbacchio might show up. Do you guys want to be lectured by him?"

"No," the boys answered.

Narancia sighed. "Let's just get this over with. Don't talk to anyone in this neighborhood. I hope Trish and Sheila don't follow us. I heard a few horror stories. You guys watch the news, right? Sometimes, the newscaster would talk about how bad it's over there."

"I hardly watch the news," Mista said, "but I got it. I brought a gun with me, just in case. Prosciutto gifted me his revolver." He let them have a peek at it before putting it away.

"Mista, I never asked if you're alright after the breakup. I'm sorry. Are you broken up with him?"

"I'm a little sad, but I'll be fine." Then he blushed. "Besides, I want to look at Risotto again, hehe!"

"The neighborhood isn't far. That must be why Risotto took Doppio here." Narancia grinned at Fugo. "Wow, you took Giorno near a dangerous neighborhood and didn't know? That's not like you."

Fugo clenched his fists. "Enough! Let's go."

The walk wasn't far. Fugo had never noticed the tall, grungy apartments because cleaner and well-maintained buildings hid them. New graffiti overlapped with the faded and ugly ones. Some were almost washed away. As for the people, unsavory people watched the boys. Fugo felt like someone was watching them and got closer to Narancia, but the black-haired boy coldly shoved him away.

"Dude, hug Mista. He's the one with the gun," Narancia whispered.

"Don't worry, Fugo. We're almost there," Mista said.

He wanted to look back to see if they were following, but Mista checked for him.

"Hey, you alright?" he whispered to him.

"Yeah, I think I'm just paranoid," Fugo answered, continuing to whisper.

"Can't blame you. You may be loaded, but you dress badly."

"Now that I think about it, I think I'm safe. You guys spend your allowance on expensive clothing."

"Seriously? Shit, no wonder why I felt eyes on me!" Mista panicked, no longer whispering.

"Mista, calm down!" Narancia ordered. He pulled out his pocket knife. "Where's Risotto's apartment number? If you guys are going to be pussies about this, I'm going by myself."

"And leave you by yourself?" Fugo said. "No."

"Quit pretending you care about me."

"Shut up!" Mista demanded. "We're near his home. Quiet!"

They stopped near a door. Fugo noticed signs of a break-in and some dried blood on the door frame. He moved the welcome mat, which covered more blood.

"I'm scared," Fugo admitted.

Risotto opened the door. He was tall and looked unamused. It seemed his presence intimated Narancia, seeing as he dropped his knife and bumped into Fugo.

"Mista?" Risotto spoke, and the two boys noticed their friend blushing furiously. "Who are these two?"

"H-hi! Um, do you know where Doppio is?" Mista asked.

"He went to meet a blond guy he met this morning. I don't know who. And before you ask Mista, it's not Prosciutto. He's with me."

"He's here? Um, do you guys want company?"

"Mista!" The two boys jabbed his stomach.

"Ouch! Okay, do you know this blond guy?"

"No," Risotto answered. "But I've seen him. He's the toughest guy I've ever seen. And before you go, I think that guy might be a tourist."

Before he could close the door, Mista put his foot in the doorway. "Do you have his number, Twitter, anything?"

"Doppio's tough to contact. He'll contact you when he wants to. Can you leave?"

Mista unlocked the door and left the neighborhood with his friends.

"So, all we have is a mysterious blond guy," Narancia said.

"And he's buff," Mista added.

"Don't tell me who I think it is," Fugo said. He got his phone out and called Giorno. "Hey, GioGio, what's your dad doing currently?"

"I'm not sure," Giorno answered. "I finished unpacking, but he wasn't helping me. Instead, he enlisted an army of his friends to help. It's ridiculous! Also, I have no idea where my mother is. Should I text him?"

"Yes."

"Okay, hold on. I just texted him. I'm waiting for a reply. Is there a reason why you need him?"

"Remember that pink-haired guy we saw at the beach? We might think he's Trish's dad and might be with your dad."

"Her dad with my dad? What do you mean?"

"Dating. They're together. That's what Risotto's saying."

"No, that can't be. My dad is with my mother. They're out there somewhere doing something." Fugo heard the doorbell ring through the phone. "Hold on. I think my dad is home. Hey, Dad, your friends— Oh no. Um, where's Mother? You broke up with her? Is that why you brought home this guy?" It sounded like Giorno was moving. "Hey, babe, you need to get over here."

"Thanks. I love you!" he said before hanging up. "Ugh, now I need to call Trish."

"Hey, I think I'll head home," Narancia said. Fugo knew him well enough to hear that sad tone in his voice.

"Hey, Narancia, I'm sorry for fighting with you."

He sighed. "I just want to be alone right now."

Fugo looked at Mista, hoping he'd know what's up. He didn't. They let Narancia walk away.

The four of them arrived at Giorno's house around 1 PM. Fugo rang the doorbell. Hopefully, Giorno heard the door. It sounded like he was having a party.

"Do you think Giorno's got food?" Mista asked. "We haven't eaten lunch."

"Sorry, I guess I was so caught up trying to search for my dad," Trish apologized. "Hmm, don't you think it's strange how Giorno's dad had vacationed here for a week and already has a house here? Can he do that, Fugo?"

"Trust me. He can," Fugo replied. Someone like Dio, who lived for a long time, must have friends in high places. He wondered what he could get away with.

Giorno opened the door. "Oh, guys, you're here."

"You just moved in," Trish said. "How have you finished unpacking?"

"Well, my dad called his friends here. And no, they're not from Japan. They're from Egypt and the other parts of Europe. I think that Hol Horse guy is from America. I don't know. He has guns and kind of dresses like a cowboy, but enough about them. I saw that pink-haired guy with my dad. Follow me. Close the door."

Trish got inside first. Fugo closed the door once everyone was in.

"Dude, Narancia's room looks nicer than this," Mista commented, looking at the beer bottles on the floor. "Are you sure you've finished unpacking?"

"It wasn't like this," Giorno explained while walking to the room where Dio held the party. "It got rowdy so fast. But Trish, how do you know if Doppio is your dad?"

"Well, I had this feeling at the beach. Do you want to know what's funny? Formaggio thought Doppio was my brother. And I'm getting that feeling again. I may not trust Formaggio, but I do trust my gut."

"Hey, Trish," Sheila said. "Formaggio said Doppio is with Giorno's dad—Dio, right? Um, does that mean Giorno's kind of like a brother?"

Mista laughed. "Hehe, Giorno and Trish are step-siblings! Why do I find that strange?"

"Wouldn't my dad have to marry Dio for him to be my stepbrother?" Trish asked, looking at Fugo.

"I'm exhausted to answer this. We've had a long day and gone without lunch," Fugo replied.

"My dad ordered pizza," Giorno said. "It'll be here soon."

They reached the door. Giorno opened it, and once he did, everyone in the room looked at them. They were all adults except for one. As for Dio and Doppio, the pink-haired man sat on his lap, making out with the blond, who squeezed him tightly. They stopped, realizing the silence filling the room, and turned to face them.

"Aw, I thought the pizza was here," Doppio whined.

"Shh." Dio planted his finger on Doppio's tender lips. "That's just my son and his friends." He looked at them. "Giorno, I said this party was for grown-ups only."

They eyed the only teenager in the party. The teen had a beer bottle in his hand.

"Except him. He's an exception. He was basically a baby, haha!"

"Um," Trish spoke up, making eye contact with Doppio. She struggled to get the words out, but there were too many people. They all looked at her with piercing stares. "Never mind," she said before leaving.

"Was she talking to me?" Doppio asked.

The doorbell rang.

"Giorno, make sure the girl doesn't get the pizza. I don't want her to eat it," Dio said.

"She hates pizza," Sheila informed.

"Giorno, get the pizza. I'll take care of Trish," Fugo said.

Fugo rushed to Trish, finding her in a corner, curled up in a ball and trembling. "Are you alright?"

She jumped and turned around. "Oh my gosh! It's you! Sorry, you surprised me. Gees, there are so many adults in there. They don't need to hear my business, and seeing Dio make out with my dad was weird."

"Yeah, it's weird. Maybe you should confront him next time."

"How will we even know if there will be a next time? It seems impossible to contact him."

"You're right, and I don't think we can ask Dio. He doesn't like you, it seems."

The two heard Sheila's footsteps. "Sorry, I had a few words with Doppio. He says he finds it silly that you're his kid, but once I showed him a photo of your mother, he had a headache and went to the bathroom. I'd follow him, but Dio yelled at me. What do we do?"

Trish sighed. "Let's just go home. Turns out this was just a waste of time. Oh, and Fugo, before we go, are we streaming Minecraft tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I feel Narancia is not on board," Fugo answered. "He's been hostile towards me."

Giorno held boxes of pizza stacked onto each other with a salad bowl on top and walked across the halls. "You guys hungry? We can't eat with the adults, but we can head to the dining room."

"Oh! A salad? Who ordered that?" Trish asked.

"Mariah did, but I don't think she'll mind if it disappeared." He smiled, handing her the bowl.

"Ah, you're the best!"

"Hey, where's Mista?" Fugo realized he disappeared again. "Don't tell me he's in the party room."

Sheila facepalmed. "He has to be. He's 18, isn't he? Giorno, get him out of there so we can eat with him."

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crazyfandeku · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Buccellati & Bruno Buccellati's Gang Members, Bruno Buccellati & Pannacotta Fugo, Leone Abbacchio & Bruno Buccellati, Bruno Buccellati & Narancia Ghirga, Bruno Buccellati & Guido Mista, Bruno Buccellati & Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Buccellati & Trish Una Characters: Bruno Buccellati, Bruno Buccellati's Gang Members Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Bruno Buccellati is Spelled Bruno Bucciarati, Drabble, Fluff, Team as Family, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo, Bruno Week 2023, Challenges Summary:

Yes, his family was not like an ordinary one. But that was its charm.

@brunoweek2023

Bruno Week Day 5: Family

#bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #brunoweek2023 #jjba fanfiction #jjba part 5

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Kars W/ a sick Reader

Maybe fluffy. A very sweet Kars.

A hint of jealousy

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Kars W/ a sick reader

Frustration knitted between his dark brows, the tension there existing as hard creases that remained even after he formed a lighter expression. Melting relief settled over his features as you stirred in his arms, slowly becoming responsive to his attentive care.

- Or perhaps it was his one-sided conversation that had woken you.

Several days have passed already, and you were doing much better, he could attest to that.

Thus far your temperature has eased from the terrible spike in heat. It was a sign you were soon going to be better, and yet he felt the nagging, little ache in his chest persist.

It was like the sting of a thin, sharp point striking his heart, cruelly prodding at such a rapid pace that he had no time to heal, no time to find a way to combat it.

It hurt him to see you in pain, and as he has you there in his arms, cradled like the precious little creature you are to him, he can’t deny it.

He can’t act indifferent towards you, especially not when he’s convinced that the only reason you're doing better, is because he’s there.

It hurts him so much he can’t think of anything else, prompting him to leave his leisure days to take on a different role. So, rather than be served himself, he becomes the one attentive to someone else’s needs, committing to your every necessity no matter how troublesome it may be.

You are his top priority.

He rarely left your side, and if he did, it wasn’t for long.

He couldn’t possibly leave you to the care of any of of his disgusting minions, that was for certain. They were pawns, and nothing more than that, certainly not ones that radiated trust.

The idea of you left alone with any of them had his blood boiling. Having any of them in your vicinity had him tasting something bitter when he noticed your discomfort.

He’d taken notice of your reluctance to be around any of them, how much closer you come to him because you’re uneasy, so he wouldn’t put you through that, especially not during your most vulnerable state.

- And most certainly while he was away.

There had been another option, and while he trusted Esidisi and Wammu, something in him couldn’t allow any of them to have you so close.

He couldn’t deal with having anyone else behave so tenderly with you, he’d discovered that at first trial.

It hasn’t been long, but you’ve been feeling ill, and you struggled to show a brave face as you lived through it. It was a horrible habit you had to suffer in silence, to solve your own problems.

Besides, it hadn’t been so bad when Kars had left, it had been manageable, but it was as though you drastically worsened the farther he went.

Even so, you said nothing, keeping it to yourself, not even wanting to bother the man that had stayed behind to watch you.

During his absence Kars assigned Wammu to watch over you as usual, and as expected he took the temporary position seriously.

He did as he typically did, shadowing you as you ventured to your heart’s content, even if it was outside during the day, an ability only he had between the three pillarmen.

He stayed at a distance until he had noticed your deteriorating health, and it prodded him to become even more attentive to you, becoming more than just someone that watched from a distance.

Soon after, he stayed four steps behind, a gesture of peace committed as he used another talent of his to ease you.

The soft breezes the short haired blonde creates for you have followed you, and during the insufferable temperatures your body has suddenly succumbed to, it feels refreshing. It’s like a touch of comforting spring visiting you, the air being a calming, tepid temperature, and you show your appreciation to him in the form of a soft smile.

A little thank you is also given, and he accepts in with a short nod and nothing else.

And then it happened ;

Everything turned blurry before it went pitch black.

-It was just for a moment, a few seconds before you came back to, realizing you were supported by a strong arm that brought you close to Wammu as he saved your weakened body from a sudden fall.

Glowing jade eyes looked down at you, the hint of concern in them washing away as you woke and looked back at him with hazy eyes that slowly adjusted to the world.

“I’m fine...” you tell him, sounding certain even while you tried to find focus during your dizzy spell.

However, your hands hold onto him with a desperate grasp that pleads for him to not let you go yet, and he understands the message, giving you more time to adjust.

Seeing your reaction he releases a soft sigh before lightly shaking his head with a minuscule smirk as he mused over a long gathered observation.

“-You are stubborn,” the blonde haired man comments, while recalling the very trait that has both amused and irked his master.

“ Though strong too,” he proceeds reassuringly while still holding just a hint of amusement.

You were resistant, brave.

During your first encounter with them you showed that, and even back then he’d let out a short snicker that morphed into a genuine chuckle as you stood your ground.

Perhaps he’d never said much to you, but he was observant to your qualities, and because you were with his master, he considered you utterly valuable.

Even if Eisidisi couldn’t phathom as to any other reason why Kars would keep you around other than carnal pleasure, Wammu had more or less understood. After all, every now and then your species enticed a tickle of curiosity in him.

Loyalty and bravery were traits he considered honorable. For such small, feeble creatures to posses such traits, it was endearing.

And he found it amusing how even his own master could form an attachment with a human.

As he looked down at you he mused over how a being so small could move a creature as powerful as Kars.

You could make him smile with a single one of your own, and that was an ability no one else had.

Even if Kars had never spoken about what it was that he felt for you, it was implied, heavily.

You were precious to him, so it was all the more reason to take care of you during his absence.

As he held you in his arms, you struggled to stay conscious, but even then you’re aware of where he is, of how much dedication he has to you. Whether it’s because he truly cares, or because it’s an order, it’s there, and it makes you keep your smile.

Moreover, the very compliment has you touched.

If anyone treated you with the upmost respect and utter delicacy it was Wammu. And while Kars had never had a problem with it, he did when he came back to find you embraced by him.

It wasn’t like Kars considered the idea of Wammu ever betraying him, and he trusted you too..

There was nothing to doubt, yet, watching you cradled within someone else’s arms, cared for and looked upon with such genuine tenderness...

It had him feeling a twisting feeling in his gut that he’s never felt before.

He thought about how your soft kisses could belong someone else, how each of the feather light ones that wake him could descend upon some one else’s flesh.

He recalls how wonderfully you fit into his embrace, how your body is so soft and warm, fitting perfectly between the space that’s there between his arms and the rest of his body. It’s indescribable how much serenity he experiences while having you so close, sharing warmth.

The addictive scent of your fragrance mingled with his comes to mind, and he feels an uneasy feeling when he thinks about any other masking his, or replacing it entirely.

A great ‘what if ‘ struck him, and it made him act, moving towards you two with boiling blood.

It festers in him until your eyes land on him and that wonderful sparkle in them occurs.

You then jump away from the other man, excited to find him back. He can hear it in the little chirp you release that’s his name.

Seeing your reaction when he steps forward makes him feel yet another feeling that struck at his heart, damning him for whatever that initial, bitter one was.

You looked so happy to see him, so genuinely sweet, and you were so quick to greet him that it just worsened that feeling he would later recognize as long lost guilt.

“I missed you,” you told him, and he notices how tired you look, how worn you seem.

He doesn’t realize how his own eyes soften, how he stares longingly like he’s missed you for too long.

Kars silently curses at your pathetic humanity, how illnesses fall upon you with such ease, and what’s worse, that he can do nothing about it but helplessly watch as you succumb to them.

He positions you to better sit up, one of his arms placed across your back as your head rests on his shoulder to hold you up as his other reaches out to the beverage he’s prepared for you.

Slowly, he brings the edge of the cup to your lips, gently tilting it so your tongue is drowned by a rather bitter taste of herbs that makes you release a discontent hum.

- Even that little sound irks him, it has him feeling utterly helpless, and he continues to wear the hard lines of frustration on his face.

A feather light kiss then grazes your hairline, his lips pressing the warm, sweat moistened spot with tenderness that lasts as he remains there. It’s a tart taste he’s certain you despise with how much you appose, and the only thing he can really do to combat it is offering you something sweeter.

- A sugary, little peck that tells you it’s for your own good.

“Kars?” the sound of your voice, so soft and frail makes him bring you closer to him, the grand beast demonstrating a nurture that was foreign to him, and exists only for you.

A low hum of his greets you before another kiss touches you, landing right on your nose that twitches under the touch.

You’ve barley been awake throughout it, and to finally hear you say something, most of all his name, it calms him.

“ vexing little thing...” he huffs , “ I can’t leave you alone for even a moment,” he says with just a touch of annoyance, but there’s adoration there too, so much that you giggle.

The way Kars shows his fondness of you is with little remarks such as those.

Teasing you is his way, his love language.

He aims for a kiss on the lips, but is stopped by a little hand that presses against his chest, “You can’t,” you tell him, your still voice small and hoarse.

He stopped, genuine surprise written on his face before he narrows his eyes at you, his lips which were already pouted and ready to press to yours drop into a frown.

He looks insulted , and while the face is one that’s unpleased, it makes you actually grin before you chuckle.

“I’m sick,” you remind him, and he scoffs, his eyes rolling.

“And?” he huffs. “- I've kissed you plenty already,” he says under his breath, not understanding the issue, and after he says it, you feel incredibly warm in your stomach.

The little kisses that have peppered over your face throughout the past few days haven't been your imagination, and when you realize that, you’re practically glowing.

And you take his teasing, little chiding as an actual possibility,

“I haven’t been alone...for even a moment,” you mutter with a touch of disbelief, thinking about all the instances you felt him close.

You knew you mattered to him, but not that much, not so much as to nurture you back to health.

Color fills his cheeks before he blows an exasperated breath between his lips,

“Your kind is so weak,” he starts, looking away from you, “ you need my constant supervision,” he states, which of course he believes.

But for some reason it’s a struggle to admit.

“- All of your attention?” you say while batting your eyes and stretching your arms out for him to coddle you, which he does.

He falls in without a second thought, though he lets out a huffy breath.

his nose grazes over your jaw, and little smooches greet you there while you close your eyes and continue to smile.

“Of course,” he sweetly murmurs.

One of your hands cradles his cheek as he continues to kiss you.

He eases you from his lap, completely laying you down your bedding as he takes a position that had him above you before he offers you a kiss to your lips.

That beautiful waves of plum that surround you have rebellious strands that tickle your face as he withdraws, and the moment of peace is one you want to last.

Swallowing down thickly you then plea with him, demanding what you’ve wanted to for a while,

“Stay with me,” you tell him, never having asked him for anything else before.

- never needing anything more.

As you’re slowly recovering you’re afraid he’ll take it as a sign he can leave, and it has you saddened.

You want to have him all to yourself, to feel all of his attention on you, and be able to react to it too.

“...Please?” you breath, and even while drained of your color, utterly helpless, he notes every feature of yours as lovely.

His smile is rather arrogant, and it’s more of a smirk as you speak, and he takes a moment to answer, offering you unneeded suspense because either way, he hadn’t planned to leave any time soon,

“As you wish,” he murmurs with another kiss.

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