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lovehotelreservation · 4 months

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Thighs of Heaven - Warm Welcome

Summary: You left without a word all those years ago, and yet here you were, hoping you would be taken back.

Needless to say, they would take you over and over.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Abbacchio/Buccellati/Giorno/F!Reader/Mista/Fugo/Narancia

Hello 🙇‍♀️

It's been a while and I hope you've been well 🫂

I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏

Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖

As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞

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How long has it been since you were last in this building?

Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.

There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.

At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.

Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.

It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.

If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.

But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage.

After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.

And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.

As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.

By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.

“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”

As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.

Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.

At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.

Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.

You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.

With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore.

All eyes were on you.

Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.

He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.

“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.

Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.

Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.

Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.

“Amore.”

By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.

It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.

“Yes, Giorno?”

And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.

“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.

It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.

You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.

Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.

“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”

He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”

“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.

Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.

With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”

“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”

Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.

By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things.

“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.

He knew you too well. They all did.

“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.

Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.

“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.

“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”

It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.

“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”

One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,

“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”

You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,

“...Both.”

The mood in the room shifted once again.

“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.

The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.

A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.

Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.

When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.

But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.

Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.

“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.

“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.

Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”

Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.

By contrast, however–

“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”

His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.

“It’s both.”

Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.

“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.

As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.

Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.

His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.

Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”

Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”

Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.

And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.

It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.

After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.

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utena-akashiya · 2 years

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Looking for a fic

I originally found it on Quotve

It was a cross over fanfics with BNHA x JJBA reader. Dio has a daughter that is transported to the BNHA world. I think she got transported before the attack on the UA camp. She has amnesia about who she was before the transport and the name was (y/n) Brando. I think she has to learn Japanese too.

Her stand is that she can copy other stands; her first stand copy is Dio and after the attack and fight between all might and AFO she gains Bruno’ stand: Sticky Fingers.

The last I can remember is that while other kids train to find their power moves, she gained Bruno and hears Giorno talking to here about where she has gone. Thought this whole series I thing all she has been hearing from is Dio.

If anyone has a copy can you please send it to me. I’ve been missing this fanfic. Also if you could tell me what had happened to the author and the story. They just disappeared one day as I remember them.

#bnha #BNHA x JJBA #jjba #jjba fanfic #bnha fanfiction #looking for a fanfic #Quotve #BNHA x JJBA reader #jjba reader insert

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thornybubbles · 3 months

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Fourth Wall (JJBA Yandere Scenario)

Scenario: Recently, you’ve moved on from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure to a different anime series and fandom. You realize that this was a terrible mistake.

Note: This is based on a prompt I saw on Tumblr ages ago. I just expanded on it a bit.

Warnings: Typical Yandere behavior, threats, abusive behavior, possible harm towards reader, mental distress, anti-comfort. Remember that you alone are responsible for what you read.

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Changing fandoms wasn’t that unusual for you. You would find a new anime, fall in love with it, then it became your new hyperfixation. After a while, the process would repeat. This is what happened with you and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the series anymore, you just moved on to a new anime/manga. Still…it felt different this time. You weren’t sure why, but ever since you moved on to your new favorite series, you had this unexplainable feeling of guilt wash over you every time you watched an episode of your new favorite anime or read the latest chapter of the manga. Stranger still, there was an underlying feeling of dread as well.

As many times as you’d changed fandoms, you’d never experienced such feelings before. It was uncomfortable and you wished that you could move on to your new obsession without any strings attached. It was ridiculous, really. Why should you feel guilty about a change of taste? You weren’t hurting anything. No one would be affected by it. And yet, you still felt unnecessary shame over changing fandoms. You guessed it had something to do with the lingering attachment you had for certain characters from various parts throughout the series. It almost felt like you were leaving them behind somehow. Another silly notion. They were fictional characters and did not exist outside of the world within JoJo. They had no knowledge of you, much less having knowledge of your “betrayal”. You decided that it was stupid to dwell on it and dived headfirst into your new favorite series. That guilty feeling would surely fade after a while.

You got the perfect opportunity to binge your new favorite anime one day. It was one of those days when you were fortunate enough to have nothing to do. All of your responsibilities had been dealt with and you had no plans other than to sit on your ass and watch your new favorite show until bedtime. Sure, you could go out with friends, but you really just wanted to chill by yourself for the day. So anime binge party it was. You made a comfy nest of blankets and pillows on the couch and set up your laptop on the coffee table. You got some snacks and a drink, made yourself comfortable on the couch, and pressed play on the screen. You relaxed into the softness of your pillows and blankets and immersed yourself in another world for a few hours.

About ten episodes in, you had to go to the bathroom very badly. All of that soda you’d drunk was taking its toll on your bladder. You paused the video, untangled yourself from your blankets, and stiffly power-walked to the bathroom. Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and went back into the living room. You snuggled back into your blanket burrito and reached over to start the video, but something wasn’t right. On the screen wasn’t the anime you’d been watching. It was the first episode of Phantom Blood.

What…???

Did you accidently click the wrong thing in your haste to pause the video and rush to the bathroom?

That had to be it.

It was the only thing that made sense.

You clicked off of the JoJo episode and went back to the previous page which took you back to the episode of the new anime you’d been watching. You found the place in the episode that you left off on and pressed play. You settled back in your comfy nest and watched the rest of the episode. You watched for another hour or so. During the opening of one of the episodes, you suddenly found yourself watching the opening for an episode of Battle Tendency. You sat up straight and stared at the screen in shock and confusion.

“What the fuck?” you muttered under your breath.

You refreshed the page and the episode started properly. That’s the second time your video was suddenly changed to an episode of JoJo. The first time you assumed that it was because of an accidental click but now you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t been touching anything when it happened the second time. All you were doing was staring at the screen when the switch happened. Why did it keep happening? Some kind of glitch with the streaming service? You didn’t know, but it was a bit annoying. You hoped that wouldn’t be a constant thing while you were trying to watch your show.

The rest of the day went by without further incident. Eventually, you noticed that it had grown dark and you decided that your day of doing absolutely nothing needed to come to a close. You closed your laptop and reluctantly pried yourself off of the couch. As much as you wanted to just lay there in your blanket nest, you knew that you’d get a much better sleep in your bed. So you hobbled off to your room; your mind on nothing but getting a decent night’s sleep.

You woke up a few hours later with a dried out mouth and an aching throat. You swallowed a few times, wincing at the sandpapery feeling of your tongue against the inside of your mouth. Well that’s what you get for sleeping with your mouth wide open. You flung the covers off of you grumpily and climbed out of bed. You stumbled into the kitchen, not daring to turn the light on and submit your sleep sensitive eyes to an onslaught of painful luminosity. You made your way over to the counter, grabbed a glass, and staggered over to the sink. As you were filling the glass you suddenly had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You assumed that it was your sleep fogged brain at work. After all, part of the reason you woke up was because you were having a disturbing dream. You tried to remember what the dream was about, but you couldn’t piece the memories together to get a full picture. You just remembered being in a place that made you uncomfortable and meeting someone that was familiar to you, but their presence frightened you. You just couldn’t remember the details. It kinda made you want to stay awake for the rest of the night but you decided against that. You knew you’d feel like shit the next day if you didn’t get back to sleep. There was nothing worse than waking up with a splitting headache due to lack of proper rest. You downed the glass of water and put the empty glass in the sink.

You suddenly became aware of a strange odor in the air. What was that smell? Smoke? God, was something burning?! You took another sniff of the air and recognized the smell as specifically cigarette smoke. Okay, so that meant that your house wasn’t burning down. That was good news, but why would you be smelling cigarette smoke? The only way you would be smelling cigarette smoke is if it were coming from in the same room as you…

You heard the sound of rustling fabric from somewhere behind you. You spun around and immediately spotted the outline of someone sitting at your kitchen table. You could also make out the small glow of a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could make out some details of the figure. They were large, broad shouldered, and wore a long white coat, and on their head rested an oddly shaped hat. In the miniscule amount of light in the room you could make out the glint of gold accessories on both their hat and coat.

“No way…” you gasped in a quiet voice. “No way in hell…”

The figure lit a lighter and held it to the wick of the candle that was located in the middle of the table. Once the candle was lit fully, you could see the figure better. It was as you expected, Jotaro as he appeared in part four was sitting at your kitchen table, glaring at you as if you were less than dogshit.

“You recognize me?” he scoffed and took another drag from his cigarette. “I’m surprised. I thought you forgot all about me… about us….”

You backed up against the counter, unable to believe what you were seeing and hearing.

Jotaro glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. He held it up in front of him.

“This is your fault, you know.” he sneered. “I quit smoking, but after you abandoned us, I started the habit again. I’ve been tolerant so far because I was stupid enough to think that you’d come back eventually. Maybe you were just taking a break and you’d come back when you were bored… that was my stupidity. I’ll own up to that. But when I realized that you’d thrown us aside like trash, well, I got pissed. I guess I took up smoking again just to stay sane…”

You were so appalled at the fictional character seated at your table that you hadn’t been paying much attention to what he was saying. Slowly the words began to filter into your mind and of everything he said, one thing stood out the most…

He said “us”. He said that you had abandoned “us”...

That’s when you became aware of the other figures lined up behind Jotaro.

You could make out their shapes and features in the candlelight. Jonathan stood there looking as utterly brokenhearted as a man could be. Joseph had a smug grin on his face as if he’d just caught you committing a crime. Josuke’s face was contorted in a vicious snarl while his fists were clenched by his sides. Ever so often his left eye would twitch indicating that he may be on the verge of a psychotic break. Giorno offered you a placid smile that was off putting when set against the coldness of his eyes.

Your eyes darted nervously from one face to another before finally settling back on Jotaro’s. It was too much. You pushed away from the counter and ran out of the kitchen. A voice that probably belonged to Jonathan called out for you to stop but you paid it no attention. Luckily the kitchen was right next to the front door. Once you were outside, you could run to the neighbor’s house and get them to call the police. You wouldn’t dare tell them the truth. What would you even say? You couldn’t tell them that five fictional characters from an anime had invaded your house. They’d think you were on something. You would just tell them that someone had broken into your house. That’s all. Honestly, you didn’t know what the hell the police could do against them, but you didn’t know what else to do. You reached the front door but your hand froze just as you were about to unlock the door and yank it open.

Two people were staring down at you from the window in the front door, two people you recognized. Kars looked down his nose at you with a haughty expression. He looked ever so much like a strict parent that had just caught his kid trying to sneak out of the house. DIO on the other hand had the most sadistic smile on his face. He made a “come-hither” gesture with his clawed hand as if he fully expected you to just open the door and throw yourself at him. Their eyes glowed with a hellish light and you couldn’t take the sight of them. You screamed and backed away from the door. As you stepped back, you saw two other familiar faces staring at you from the windows on either side of the door. Doppio had one hand pressed against the glass while the other hand held a rock from the garden to his ear as if it were a cell phone. One of his eyes had changed to a jade green color and glared at you with intense rage. His other, normal eye had a pitiful, disappointed look in it. From the other window Kira stared at you with an utterly emotionless expression. You didn’t dare speculate on what kind of thoughts could be going through his head at that moment. You screamed again and started to turn and run towards the back door…

“Star Platinum!”

Suddenly you were held tight in an iron like hold. An invisible hand covered your mouth preventing you from screaming anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were being held in place by Jotaro’s Stand. Struggling in Star Platinum’s grip was useless so you just hung there in midair as Jotaro approached you.

“We weren’t done talking.” he snapped.

He leaned in slightly and you got a whiff of cigarette smoke mixed with cologne.

“Now you listen and you listen good,” he started to say. He held up a single finger.

“One. Just one more chance. That’s all you get. Come back to us and there won’t be a problem. Leave us again and it will get ugly.” he said, glancing up at the villains peering through the windows. His upper lip curled in disgust when he locked eyes with DIO and Kira, but only for a moment before his eyes were back on you.

“Is that understood?” he asked.

You nodded your head, whimpering behind Star Platinum’s invisible palm.

“Good.”

You don’t know what happened after that. You just woke up in your bed with a pounding headache.

“Fuck…” you groaned, pressing your hands to your temples.

You felt awful. You could only guess that you just simply didn’t sleep very well. Damn nightmares. What was with that dream? Was it all because you felt guilty about leaving the JoJo fandom? You grumbled and rolled out of bed. You were going to need to take something for that headache. First you needed to get a glass of water. You stumbled off to the kitchen getting an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu. The moment you entered the kitchen, your eyes glanced to the kitchen table and you nearly fainted.

The candle was out, but it was smoking as if it had only been put out mere moments ago. The cigarette butt that rested on the saucer that had been used as a makeshift ashtray was also still smoking.

That night you made it a point to sit down and watch a few episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure starting with Phantom Blood. You planned to rewatch the entire series from the very beginning all the way to Stone Ocean. With each episode you watched, you noticed that ever so often a character’s eyes would slide over towards you as if making sure you were still there, watching them. Sometimes it would be one of the main characters. Sometimes it would be one of the villains. Sometimes it would be a side character. Regardless, they all kept checking to see if you were watching. Every day, you would make it a point to watch at least one episode of JoJo, no matter what. You didn’t dare skip out on your daily dose of JoJo. You also never went back to the other anime you’d been watching after you left the JoJo fandom. No, you learned your lesson. You were familiar enough with Jotaro’s character to know that he only gave people one chance and no more. Just like with Rubber Soul and Steely Dan. He gave them both a chance to leave mostly unscathed but they both decided to turn on him at the last minute. They both were punished severely. You weren’t going to make that same mistake.

So you sat there on the couch, stiff and terrified as you watched your “favorite” anime…

… like a good little fan should…

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jazzmasternot · 24 days

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I love this character so much, I wanna get him pregnant….

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bimbosandbubbles · 1 year

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𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡- Is so incredibly guilty when he realizes you’ve made him so wanton and needy just by accidentally pressing your supple body against his contrasting hardness. He could instantly feel the his hard cock constrict through the fabric of his expensive slacks.

He has a apparent blush on his face as he slips off to his room and stares down at the product of you simply making contact with him. He feels disgusting for wanting so badly your cunt wrapping lovingly around his thick girth—he feels even more perverted when he thinks about grabbing your cute abundant tummy as you take him in so well. He wishes your pretty pussy was surrounding his cock instead of his muscled hands.

He spits down on his cock,dark blue eyes dilating in lust and pure love. He wonders how you’d speak to him. Would you be shocked by his pure lust for you? For your body? Would you call him a disgusting man for wanting to make you scream in nothing but bliss that makes your eye roll back? Would you shame him for wanting to grip your wonderfully wide hips as he slams into your soppy cunt? Would you turn him away when he craves to feel your soft tummy press against his abs as he looks into your face and fucks you lovingly?

He wants to hear your lips that he longs to kiss,say that you want him to make you his. That you want him in your cunt and only him. He’d treat you oh so good,make you cum until the only thing your sweet voice could say is Jonathan. He craves you so badly,so badly that every time he thrusts up into his hand he imagines your plentiful body jiggling with each hard thrust.

“(Reader)….” He calls out desperately. His thick brows knit together in desperation—desperation for your welcoming presence. He needs you so badly,he needs to grips every fiber of your moldable body. He needs to feel the softness that your skin could easily offer him.

Cum splatters upwards towards his face as he whines and grunts. He envisions clearly your chubby adorable cheeks covered in his cum as he kisses your beautiful features all around. His cock stirs up once more at the thought and he feeds more into his sweet fantasies of you. Oh he longs for you so guiltily…

𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗣𝗛- Is so lustful when he imagines all the sickly pleasurable things he could to your soft body. It all started when you’d simply saw something that scared you and latched onto him like your lifeline. That innocent touch you offered him opened a door to a different type of imagination. He could feel every inch of you pressed against him,your supple front fitted on him like a perfect puzzle,all the way to your thick thighs squished together so deliciously in fear.

He wished his muscular wrapped around you so he could feel you up secretly. He’d let his big hands wander down to your back—caressing the pinch able rolls that adorn it so gracefully and then he’d go down to his favorite spot on your body. He’d grip your ass so roughly so he could gather the pliable flesh into his hands,what a nice handful.

He pants sounding like an animal who’s drained for water but instead of water Joseph is completely drained of you. He needs to feel your body,he needs to see the goddess like beauty that you hide underneath your useless clothes. His hand wraps around his length more feverishly as he pictures what you could possibly look like nude and spread just for him.

He paints a pretty picture for himself,one where he pushes you up against a wall and rips off any clothes you have on. One where he could feel himself lost in the tight wetness your fat cunt could offer his cum filled cock. One where he slaps and spanks your dimpled ass as he fucks himself as deep as he can into your warmth. Then he’d let his calloused hand wander to your front and grip your belly in a handful that he won’t let go of until he fills you with ALL of his cum.

He bites his lower lip to the point he could taste the metallic taste of his own blood on his tongue. He tries to hold back his raspy groans for you but then he thinks about wether or not you’d like him holding back his sounds. Would his pretty girl like the way he sounds so desperate for her pretty pussy? Would you like when he groans into your ear that he loves the way you look so pretty taking his big cock? Would you get even wetter when he whines about how good you make him feel just by letting him see your naked body? Would your eyes roll back into your head when he folds you up and pushes your leg back to your ears as the tip of his bulb like head kisses your cervix? Would you get flustered when he stares in admiration the way your tummy rolls get more apparent in that position?

So so many questions for what he could do to ruin your pussy with pure pleasure. His hand moves faster around his shaft and he inches closer to his finish. But he can’t finish without thinking about the way he could restrict you. His green eyes close as he thinks about you all pretty and tied up for him. Red ropes digging into your pliant flesh,sinking into your beautiful skin on your thighs and tummy.

With those red ropes of restriction he’d torture your poor pussy for hours until his cock gets black and blue from all stimulation,til his jaw is completely sore,til his fingers can’t thrust up into you anymore. Anything that he could use to make you reach ecstasy would be worn out by the time he’s finished with you.

He groans loudly as white cum explodes all over his insanely toned stomach. His cock grows flaccid only to quickly grow hard again because Joseph pictured his seed painting your pretty tummy. He’s so lustful for you…..

𝗝𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢-Is incredibly annoyed and pissed off when he realizes that he can’t ignore the rock hard erection in his briefs. He rolls his eyes and curses you out for doing what you’ve done to him. Stupid you just had to look at him with those tempting eyes. Stupid you just has to cutely puff out your chubby cheeks when he makes you frustrated with his aloofness. Stupid you just has to look so fuckable in that cute bikini you wore at the beach today.

His rough hand rubs himself through the material of the thin fabric. Thick brows clench in frustration,frustration to be relieved. He thinks about the pattern you chose all the way to the color of the bikini and why exactly you looked so fucking breathtaking in it? Your stomach hanging out of the bikini fabric and your gorgeously wide hips being the perfect thing to grab when he fucks his sperm into you. From his memory he ogles you like a hunter would his prey. He can’t wait to go in for the kill,can’t wait til he hears you whine so prettily for his cock to be inside you.

He can’t wait to grip you all over,to feel your soft body as a whole. Can’t wait to set you down in nice relaxing water and fuck you until your crying desperately that it’s too much. Can’t wait til you hear his deep voice coo and degrade you like the good whore you are. He can’t wait for his hard skin to contrast against your much softer one.

A part of him wants to know how you’d react to him like this. How would you react to him like this? Cock hard and balls full because of you. How would you react to him wanting you so bad? Would you give him that usual cute smile and say “Don’t worry ‘Taro,Imma help you.”? Would you pull down his briefs and jerk him off like he’s doing right now? Would you be shy and not know what to do? Would you let him touch you? Would you let his big hand go down and play with the band of your panties? Would you let him stuff two big fingers into your cunt while he himself gets off by doing that to you? Would you let him call you only HIS slut? Would you let him fuck you?

He groans from deep into his chest,the deep noise echoing in his room. He’d sound exactly like that in your ear if he ever got the wonderful chance of making that pretty pussy his and his only. The things he’d do to you,the things he’s imagining right now. You looking so fucking cute on your knees in front of him as he sits with his leg spread and his cock sprung free from his pants. He’d slap your beautiful face with his heavy cock and make you beg to put just the tip in your mouth. God,you’re so fucking cute to him.

He wants to see your face twist in pleasure and pain. He needs to see your puffed up clit just begging to get slapped by his heavy hand. He just needs all of you right now. He needs to feel you arch up against his chest when he’s giving his thick cock,he needs to feel you run away from his dick because he overstimulates you so easily. He needs to see your tubby little cheeks squished by his hands as he asks you what you want him to do to your supple body.

His mouth gapes open as he feels himself getting closer. He imagines you kissing him,eating up his hearty groans as he thrusts inside your fat pussy. He’d worship you yet hate you. He’d praise yet degrade you. All these complicated urges and feelings will be taken out on you anyway he wants to. He wants you spread out for him,glistening puffy pussy lips only on display for him while he tells you what he’s going to do to you. He’d caress you while doing so,soft tummy rubs being paired with calling you his filthy slut,kisses on your cellulite ridden inner thighs comes with harsh bites and telling you what a good pain whore you are for him, licks and fresh saliva on your drooling cunt will be done with forceful slaps and a bruising grip on your wide hips.

His eyes close in a moment of pure pleasure the second he feels cum free itself from his cock. He takes a deep breath and sighs,staring at his still hard cock,aching for more thoughts of you. Oh how you annoy him…

𝗝𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘-Is so perverted when he instantly runs to his room and rummages under his bed to find his special picture of you . He couldn’t help it you made him so hard when your soft hand had brushed on his thigh and gently grabbed it. He finds himself going back to this photo when he wants to stare at you in awe or when he’s in the mood.

He greedily stares at the picture once he finds it and his cock gets even harder in his loosely fitted pants. His hand reaches down to his crotch and rubs it as he takes in the beautiful picture of you. There you were legs spread,clothing covering your mound that Josuke longs to worship,you had a happy expression adorning your chubby face, a face that he wishes to cum all over. But what really got Josuke going was your hand placement,one hand was rested on your tummy and the other was grazing your inner thigh. Josuke knows this is a innocent picture he took of you no less than two week ago,a picture you gave him permission to take. And he’s been jacking off it every night for the two weeks he’s had it but he can’t help it. Not when it allows him to imagine all the things he could do to you so easily.

He could see himself so clearly replacing your hands. If those were his hands instead of yours he’d let his hand on your tummy squish and play with the doughy skin as his hand on your inner thigh inches towards your cunt. He’d rub it through the fabric just like he’s doing to himself right now,he’d run his slender middle finger around the shape of your pussy,applying pressure to different spots every time he traces it through your clothes. He can just see you thrusting up and whining about how he’s being so mean for teasing you. He can just feel your stubby fingers claw desperately for more contact attention on his strong forearm.

And he knows he’d be so mean to you yet he’d do it in the sweetest way he possibly can. He’d tell you to take it like the good girl he knows you can be all while roughly slapping your clothed pussy. He’d decorate your skin with the sweetest butterfly kisses as he reaches into your underwear and pinches your engorged clit. He’d tell you that this is how he shows his affection. That he expresses his love for you by edging you for hours on the end,by licking away at your pretty tears on your chubby cheeks. By groping your plushness, by making you humiliate yourself in front of him. By making you stare at yourself in the mirror while he touches every single bump and curve you have.

He finally frees his cock from his pants,the rubbing sensation no longer being enough for him. He grips his shaft tightly as goes up and down,his breath hitching. Every time his hand moves all he can think about is you doing this for him. He knows HIS gorgeous girl would get him off. He knows that his gorgeous girl would make him feel good. He knows that his gorgeous girl would let him fuck her perfect pussy. He knows that you would make the prettiest sounds when he’s making you feel good.

He gets harder just thinking about how you’d say his name while you’re clenching on him. He can just hear you say his name with little tear drops teasing your lash line. He just thinks about how he knows you’d react to him talking dirty to you. You would be all flustered and shy when he calls you his gorgeous doll. You’d be flustered when he tells you that you’re his perfect cockwhore.

He groans and throws his head back. He’s so close,so fucking close. He can just see in his mind so vividly you with your legs spread and your fingers spreading open your pussy for him. He can hear asking so sweetly for him to just fuck you already. What a good girl you are for him. What a good girl you are for spreading your legs for him and letting him fuck you until he releases every single load he has inside your gummy walls.

His eyes flutter close as he quickly cums all over the polaroid of you. He looks down at the mess of your face and simply gets harder,you look so pretty with cum all over your face. He’s so perverted when he comes to you…

𝗚𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗢-Is conflicted when he finds himself with his hand down his pants,rubbing his aching cock. What’s worse is that he’s imagining you here with him,watching him with those innocent looking eyes. It feels so wrong to get off to you yet it feels so good at the same time.

He’s never seen anything like you. An angel,you are to him. He’s never known that someone could be so supple and so soft. He’s never known that his fingers could easily dip into like that and simply feel the cloudy texture. He craves to feel that cloudy like skin sink down when he grips your thick thighs as he feasts on your beautiful pussy. He wants—no,needs to see posing for him fully nude. He needs to stare for hours on end at each pose,taking mental photos with his eyes,making sure to forever remember your ultimate beauty in it’s rawest form.

And then once he’s done drinking in your appearance you’re gonna wish you could’ve seen yourself before he completely swallows you whole. Every inch of your body will be covered with love marks,hickeys,bites,bruises from his impulsive grip. And the look he’d give you all throughout this process, like he’s a rabid animal who can’t control himself. He’d let go of every single fiber of self control once he gets to lye in between your legs.

He’d whisper and groan sweet Italian nothings in your ear. Telling you what a beautiful angel you are,an angel sent down from heaven just for his beastly pleasure. He’d mold your pliable body with his fingers,reshaping your fat into bruised yet beautiful art. He wants so desperately for you to sit on his face and stay there until he’s a dying old man. He wants to suckle on your clit like It’s the sweetest honey a person could ever dream of having. He wants to finger your pussy until his fingers reform your walls into the shape of his extremities. He wants to grip your cellulite decorated ass as you whimper and moan onto his face.

He yearns to hear how badly you want his cock to be inside you. He yearns to hear how badly you desire him to make you feel oh so good. He yearns to hear you praise him and uplift him with your siren like moans. He yearns to hear you plead and beg for him to paint your walls white,for him to stuff you full of his sperm.

Giorno takes a strong inhale of air as his strokes grow more intense. His imagination of just worshiping your very existence bringing him closer to the edge. He’d kiss the very soles of your feet all the way to the crown of your head. He’d touch and caress you like the way the ocean’s tide does to the grainy sand. He’d have you nested in between his thighs,your bare back resting on his equally bare chest and his long slender fingers would be stuffing your fat cunt.

He wants you in the finest,laciest,prettiest laundry he could ever buy you. He needs to see the delicate material of the stockings sink into and mush into the plushness of your thighs. He needs to see your cute belly hang over the fragile fabric of the lacy panties. He needs to see you getting all dolled up for him when he’s ready to fuck you . He’d make you such a messy piece of art,from splattering white cum all over your textured skin,to the dark colored love marks scattered across your whole form.

He moans out,looking up at the ceiling as cum oozes from his pink tip. He looks down at the mess he made,thinking about wether or not he should go again. After all the countless thoughts he’s having about it has his spent cock still very hard.. Oh how you make him so conflicted..

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blackswan7x · 9 months

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— jjba: reacting to chubby insecure reader

characters: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo (part 3), Josuke Higashikata, Female Reader

rating: sfw, mild suggestive talk (Joseph)

Jonathan Joestar

Honestly, Jonathan only sees you as a vision of pure beauty

“How can you ever speak so poorly of yourself when you look like a goddess of antiquity?”

Brings books of art from the library just to show you the paintings and sculptures of women through the ages

“You see, my love, artists for centuries have known your figure is truly the most divine work of all creation.”

Will silence you with a finger to your lips if you protest

Then he will take your hand into his, gazing lovingly at you.

“Our youth is fleeting. All I care for is that your body is willing to grow old with mine. For one day, my physique will fade with age and I will no longer be as strong as I am now. And will you love me then?”

Of course. You will love him no matter what.

“Then why do you refuse to see that I feel the same for you?”

He kisses you.

“Now, let us retire to our bedroom.”

And he sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style across the threshold to his bedroom

And as he is a gentlemen it is best not to say what you two did next

Joseph Joestar

Our bodies are so different…Just look at how I am compared to you.

Joseph is confused to say the least.

“Huh? What’s wrong with your body and what does that have to do with mine?”

Wouldn’t he prefer someone fit like him?

Isn’t he embarrassed to be seen with you in public?

Joseph laughs

“Awww, babe. Are you feeling insecure?”

Not helping

“Because you don’t have to be.”

Go on…

“I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on”

Okay, now you are blushing

“And you know how much I love having your thick thighs wrapped around me when we’re making sweet love~”

Joseph!

“What? You never complain when I’m doing it. And you’re so much fun to cuddle afterwards.”

Immediately pulls you into his arms and snuggles against your chest

“I also wanted you because you were the only person who almost had tits as big as mine.”

JOSEPH!!!

Jotaro Kujo

You never kiss me in public and rarely hold my hand…

Are you…

Are you embarrassed of me?

“Good grief”

Jotaro…

“Do you think I’m that shallow that I’d care what other people think of you? Of us?”

His voice is harsh.

You look away, feeling foolish.

He notices immediately and his gaze softens, the small spark of irritation fading.

He reaches out for you and pulls you close to him and kisses the top of your head.

Keeping you there he whispers

“Look, I’m sorry…I’m not embarrassed of you. I adore you and your body. You’re gorgeous to me.”

“I’m just a private person. Our relationship is something special and intimate to me. I dont need to display my affection for you to the world.”

You nod, still frowning.

“But it seems I’ve neglected you by only focusing on my own comfort. I’m sorry. This should be a partnership.”

He takes your hand

“I’ll hold your hand in public and won’t mind a quick kiss. It might take me some time to not….blush. But I’ll be fine.”

You squeeze his hand reassuringly

Thank you, Jotaro. Thank you for understanding and listening to me.

“I love you, Y/N. I hope you never forget that.”

Josuke Higashikata

You’re so much more attractive then me. Don’t you want someone fit and pretty?

“WHAT?!”

“Come again?????”

“Are you feeling okay, babe?”

“Do you not see the way I worship every single curve of your body?”

“I’m practically salivating every time your jeans are too tight!”

“And that cute little tummy of yours!!!”

“I can’t keep my hands off you!”

“Do I need to do more PDA?! Cause I will!!”

“OR I’ll climb on the roof at school and shout that I’m dating the hottest person in all of Morioh!!”

Josuke! Stop you’re making me blush!!!

He attacks you with kisses and tickles.

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thestressedskittles · 3 months

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Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

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

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

DISCLAIMER: Do NOT think it is okay to take our stories and post them somewhere else without our EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Do NOT think it is okay to take anyone else’s stories and post them somewhere else without their EXPLICIT PERMISSION. Giving credit does NOT count as permission. You may reblog our stories, but you may NOT repost our stories without OUR PERMISSION.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nastymensimp · 8 months

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Staring straight at the man you sighed disappointedly and shook your head," I appreciate the thought but you literally cannot do that."

He gasped as if offended, like you doubted the level of skills he possesses. " I think I very much can. What's stopping me?"

" Babe we've been over this, You cannot fight my period"

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Arataki Itto, Junkrat, Okuyasu, Narancia, Literally all of Dethklok, America, Prussia, Sun, FT Freddy

#x reader #reader insert #metalocalypse x reader #fnaf x reader #hetalia x reader #genshinimpact x reader #jjba x reader #itto x reader #overwatch x reader

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c-nstellati-ns · 1 year

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I'd like to believe that vampires go into heat, so sometimes during that period, you wake up from a wet dream, just to lift your blanket and find Dio under there slobbering over your hard on as he desperately palms at the tent in your pants while struggling to get your pants off. You only ever see Dio in such a horny irrational frenzy when he's really worked up or nearing climax, but you haven't even touched him yet and he's on the verge of tears. All he wants is some relief and to be bred. You cant help but chuckle at this unbecoming sight of so called "Lord Dio"/ "Dio-sama", so you decide to have more fun with it. You'll only give him what he wants if he can ride your thigh and hold off cumming until you say so. Needless to say, he failed. He did not last particularly long, but his whorish whiny begging got you consider going easy on him. You toss him backwards onto the bed, his legs slung over your shoulders as you tease his hole until he's sobbing for you to just put it in already. You fold him into a breeding press and your mouth latches onto his nipple as you sheathe yourself into the right ring of that Brandussy. He instantly crumbles into a mess. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's just a common whore instead of a 100+ year old being who's transcended human mortality. With each thrust, spurts of his pre cum shoot onto his tits. If anyone on the other side of the bedroom door were to hear the happenings from the inside, they'd probably assume Dio is toying with another unfortunate woman who'll soon become his next meal. His face is contorted into a splendid teary eyed ahegao as he babbles and claws at your back. Just as you feel he's about to come, you pull out and lean back. Absolutely dumbfounded, he sits up with a pout. You feign boredom, "you useless hole. Your worth boils down to a mere toy for me to use for pleasure, and you can't even get me remotely close to climax? Do you think you deserve to cum before me? You didn't even listen to me the first time and I let it slide." Dio's eyes widen, and tears cascade down his cheeks. "nonono please, I'll do anything, pleaseplease I just want your cum. What can I do? I- I just-", he sobs. You grab his cheeks and force his face close to your own. "I'll give you one last chance. Ride me. If you can last until after I come, I give you full permission for you to do so as well." Dio wastes no time mounting you and bouncing on your cock. You sit back with your hands behind your head and enjoy the show. You watch as the bulge in his abdomen appears and disappears inside him, the way his eyes roll painfully back into his head when your tip continuously pounds his sweet spot. You're also very much enjoying the bouncing of his tits to the rhythm of his movements. The girlish moans he lets out only encourage your quickly incoming climax. He's putting on a real spectacle for you without really trying. You wouldn't trade this view for anything. You finally let go and fill him to the brim with your seed with a sigh. The feeling of your warmth spreading through his lower half pushes Dio to his own climax. He throws his head back in a silent scream, and collapses onto your chest. Thoroughly satisfied he nestled his face in the crook of your neck. Your cock slips out of him and your cum seeps out of his gaping hole and onto the bed. Dio revels in the feeling of the sheer amount of seed pouring out of him as he embraces the wave of fatigue that has just washed over him. Well, you'll deal with the cleanup later. His face is totally serene. You find yourself staring at his features: his partly open mouth, drool threatening to breach his lips, and his eyes, usually filled with fire and emotion, now closed and relaxed. Your hand makes its way to his hair to twirl a strand towards his neck as your heavy eyes also push you to your own slumber. -that anon

Fucking hell I need to sleep it's almost 3am

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!! i genuinely wish both sides of your pillow are cold tonight and you get a hearty healthy 8 hours of lovely rest along with it.

but when you do eventually both wake up, dio is clinging onto you tightly, refusing to let you go. he refuses to acknowledge how he acted the night before, but when you press close and mutter, "so you wouldn't like it if i pushed you down right now and knocked you up all over again?" the noise he makes after is equivalent to that of a dying goose and scoffs, trying to deny it,, but you know the truth <3 tho he wouldn't exactly mind if you did try to get him pregnant,,,

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etherealzx · 1 year

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Can I request jotaro with a s/o who wears revealing clothes

you got it anon ;)

Jotaro with an S/O that wears Revealing Clothing!

He's a little confused by his partner's choice of clothing tbh. The small garments aren't exactly practical, and they look incredibly uncomfortable to him

He'll chastise you about how you really need to wear a jacket because it's cold out.

If you ask him if he likes your outfit, he'll say some smart-ass shit like "Where's the rest of it?"

Secretly, he loves your outfits. He would never admit this to you though, which is why he pretends to not like it

You can always see his face turn pink when you wear a skintight mini-skirt or a really short pair of shorts. He tries to tilt his hat down to hide it but it doesn't work very well lol

You also catch him looking at your ass when he thinks you're not looking

He buys you things that he thinks you would like. Like if he sees a really cute mini skirt or crop top at the mall, he'll bring it home and leave it in your room for you. (He also picks out things that he wants to see you in.)

If anyone makes comments about your outfits or is checking you out, Jotaro scares them off pretty damn quick with that glare of his. The fact that he's 6'5 and super muscular also helps him to scare off anyone who looks at you the wrong way

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gatitties · 2 months

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Smithereens

─Crusaders x reader [Stardust Crusaders]

─Summary: Everything you touch seems to be doomed to be torn to shreds, your clumsiness doesn't help matters, but the journey can't stop.

─Warnings: none

─ Luck follows you but you are faster.

─ Your hands seem to want to grab something at the least opportune moment, and of all the things that can happen, you always end up breaking what you touch.

─ You really think that one day you will break someone's bone by touching them.

─ Regardless of whether you have a stand or not, you end up breaking things.

─ The boys will be stressed seeing you break something in the middle of something important and attract the enemy's attention.

─ You're playing with Jotaro's patience, if you weren't a valuable member he would have kicked your ass for breaking some of his things.

─ Joseph won't stop making fun of you for that, this man will cry with laughter whenever you smash something, even if it's just a cookie.

─ Surely he tried more than once to throw you at an enemy in the hope that you would break them somehow.

─ Probably the only ones worried about your clumsiness are Avdol and Kakyoin, sometime you will break some part of your body yourself, in fact, your skin is already covered in bruises from crashing into furniture or objects.

─ Polnareff is in the middle, he makes fun of you and worries, he could use you as a wall if a stone goes towards him but he will help you if he sees that you step on your own pants.

─ Iggy stays far enough away from you, he won't even bother attacking you when he's in a bad mood, he knows he'll lose if you hold him.

─ They are definitely not putting their lives in your hands, at least, not if you have to hold them, they prefer to rest on the ground than in your hands.

─ Were you a destroyer of worlds in another life?

─ The good part is that you always have funny stories to tell about moments that were uncomfortable but now funny, you lighten the tension of the trip in these small breaks.

─ Jotaro scolds you a lot because before you can do anything you're already apologizing, it's not like it's your fault that the objects seem to come to life in your hands and self-immolate.

─ You're going to start using your feet to grab things as your problems continue.

─ Although it's just a joke, Polnareff will surely support you with the idea of using your feet instead of your hands.

─ They wonder if you can magically rebuild something that is already broken if you touch it, obviously it doesn't happen.

─ Kakyoin jokes that after the trip you will form a demolition company.

─ Be prepared for a lot of bets on what will be the first thing you break when you arrive at a hotel.

─ Sometimes you even apologize to enemies because you broke something of theirs that was unnecessary to determine the victory of the battle.

─ Joseph seriously thinks that if you die you will cause an explosion that will destroy everything around you.

─ But despite everything, they are happy to have you as a companion, despite your clumsiness and your unwanted destruction, you were reliable, determined and gave moments worth remembering in this adventure.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #reader insert #jjba x reader #stardust crusaders #crusaders x reader #this could be romantic or platonic #idk #sfw #x reader #reader is a menace #clumsy reader #jotaro joestar #joseph joestar #muhammad avdol #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #iggy jjba #stardust crusaders headcanons

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thornybubbles · 4 months

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Blood Red String of Fate (Yandere Risotto x Reader)

Scenario: The reader discovers that they are Risotto’s soulmate. Risotto is thrilled. The reader is not.

Warnings: Yandere themes, canon typical violence, kidnapping, attempted self harm, forced relationship, and other “fun” stuff.

You thought that it was just a story; an urban legend spread between lovesick teens and desperate young adults. You never believed for a moment that the whole “red string of fate” thing was true. Soulmates didn’t exist. Relationships didn’t come into being from a whim of chance. You didn’t believe in destiny or naive notions of love at first sight. But all of that changed the day you woke up and found the seemingly endless crimson colored string tied to your pointer finger. It wasn’t endless, of course. You knew that it was attached to the finger of your soulmate (something that you believed to be a fairy tale only a day before). It horrified you, not because you had an aversion to love or the idea of it. It was just that you believed that love should be something that is a mutual choice between two people. It should never be something that was forced onto people by fate. But that wasn’t what had you feeling like your stomach was doing cartwheels. You could actually sense the person on the other end of the string. You could feel their thoughts, emotions, and their very presence as if they were in the room with you. What you felt from them appalled you. You could feel their love for you and it almost had you returning the sentiment, but the warm feeling it gave you was overshadowed by the strong possessiveness that you felt, too. This person, whoever they were, genuinely thought that the string being attached to you meant that they owned you. Not only that, but you could feel an overwhelming blood lust and violence coming from them. Whoever your soulmate was, they were dangerous and the thought of being with them did not appeal to you. As far as you were concerned the two of you were not compatible, soulmate or not. You didn’t give a damn what fate or destiny had to say about it.

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Risotto stared at the red string tied to his finger. He didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but once he sensed you on the other end of the string, it stirred in him an uncontrollable obsession. He never asked to be attached to you, but now that he was, he wanted you. He couldn’t imagine life without you. It wasn’t enough to be bound to you, though. No. He needed you by his side. He had to find a way to bring you to him. It was strange, Risotto never imagined himself to bother with a significant other. He always felt that it would be too dangerous and an inconvenience to him as a member of Passione. Suddenly finding out that he had a soulmate was a bit bizarre. It didn’t matter. Now that he was connected to you, he could feel what kind of person you were. You were everything he needed, everything he desired. He found himself craving you the way a starving man craved food. He truly felt that if he didn’t bring you to him soon, then he would die. He had to have you here. NOW!

“Boss? Whatcha starin’ at your hand for? Didja get hurt?”

The voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Formaggio looking at him with concern.

The others couldn’t see the string. No one knew of the bond that he shared with you. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and made him feel even more connected with you. You were meant for each other. No one else could interfere. No one could break the bond that he had with you. The obsession that he felt for you grew even greater knowing that.

“I’m fine.” Risotto answered his subordinate. He glanced at the string, following it with his eyes as it ran along the ground and out of the room. He could follow it and it would lead him right to you. He could find you easily. He could…

Risotto shot up from his chair and yanked his hand into the air, effectively pulling at the string. He could feel you just then. You were about to do something awful, but he managed to put a stop to it. He glared down at the string as if he was glaring at you. Why would you ever attempt something like that?!

“Boss?” Formaggio asked, giving his Capo a concerned look. “What was that about?”

Risotto didn’t acknowledge him right away. He gave the string another pull. He wasn’t completely sure how the string worked or what he could do with it, but he quickly figured out he could send his very will through it somehow. He did that just then, to stop your foolishness. It was clear that he couldn’t put off meeting you any longer.

“Get in contact with the others. Tell them that I’m going to pay someone a visit.” he said suddenly.

“Huh? What?!” Formaggio cried in confusion.

He watched as Risotto passed him by and left the room. Formaggio clambered up from the sofa and trailed after him.

“Wait a minute!” he called. “You’re leaving now? Who’re you gonna visit? Is this a mission? Ain’tcha gonna tell me anything?”

“This is a personal matter.” Risotto said, his tone implying that Formaggio should stop asking questions. “I won’t be gone long, but I have to leave immediately. Continue with business as normal until I get back.”

“Wait!” Formaggio said, trying once more to reason with his Capo. “Shouldn’t you tell the others this yourself? Why do you have to run off in such a hurry?”

Risotto turned his red gaze on his subordinate.

“I trust you to let them know that I’m gone. Just tell them that I had an emergency that I needed to tend to. I’ll explain when I get back. I have to go now, Formaggio.” he said.

And with that Risotto left the building. Formaggio stood staring at the door wondering what was going through his Capo’s mind. Risotto was a mysterious guy, but he was acting very strangely all of a sudden. He thought about it for a moment longer before throwing his hands up and turning away from the door.

“Eh. Can’t be helped. Orders are orders. Guess I’ll let the others know.”

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You’d tried everything. You tried cutting the string with scissors, a knife, or any other sharp thing you could find. You even tried biting through it. Nothing would cut the string. There was only one alternative that you could think of for ridding yourself of the unwanted bond with your equally unwanted soulmate. If you couldn’t sever the string, then you would simply sever the finger that it was tied to. God, you didn’t want to do it, but what choice did you have?

Every moment you spent bonded to your soulmate, you could feel more and more of what kind of person they were. They were a killer. They’d killed a lot of people and you could tell that they would kill a lot more. It would be just your rotten luck to be stuck with a murderer as a soulmate. You knew that they could sense you and you hated it. You didn’t want a killer knowing as much about you as you did about them. You wanted them gone from your life. So you would disconnect from them. With luck, once the deed was done, they would just think that you died or something and wouldn’t seek you out.

You set some medical supplies to the side, to be ready to deal with your self inflicted injury. The plan was simple enough. You would cut off your finger, ridding yourself of the bond, then you would quickly patch up your injured hand, wrap and place your severed finger in a container full of ice you had set alongside the medical supplies, then call 911 and have them take you to the hospital where you could hopefully have your finger reattached. You had no idea how you would explain what happened to you. If you told them you cut off your finger to disconnect the bond with your soulmate, they’d have you committed. So you would have to think of something more normal to tell them. An accident cutting food maybe?

Hesitantly, you paced your finger on the edge of the kitchen counter. You held the knife in your other hand. Suddenly a thought occurred to you. What if you didn’t cut it off in one chop? What if your strength wasn’t enough to cut through the bone? What if the knife wasn’t sharp enough? What would you do then? You glanced at the knife. It seemed very sharp. Still, it would require some level of strength to cut through the bone. Oh God! What if you had to saw through the bone with another tool? The thought of the prolonged agony made you feel queasy. You could feel the color draining from your face and you swayed on your feet slightly. You shook your head. Determinazione! That’s what you needed now. You had to suck it up and deal with the pain. This was the only way you knew to deal with this.

You raised the knife high over your finger. You took a few deep breaths and mentally hyped yourself to do what needed to be done.

Don’t think about the pain. Don’t think about the blood. Think about being stuck bonded to a murderer. You thought to yourself.

You let out a cry of resolution and raised the knife even higher.

Suddenly there was a powerful yank on the string that pulled your hand away just as the knife came down on the counter. The blade sank into the countertop, leaving a notch in the Formica. Yeah, that blow definitely would have cut through the bone. Too bad something stopped you. You grabbed the knife by the handle and tried to pull it from the countertop. You managed to pull it free but the string was tugged again with much more force this time. The action caused you to lose your hold on the knife. It fell into the sink as you were yanked nearly to the ground. You fell to one knee in an attempt to regain your balance. You yanked your arm backwards only to find that it wouldn’t budge. The string was somehow pulled taut and you were practically being dragged across the floor.

“STOP PULLING ON ME, ASSHOLE!!!” you shouted, anger in your voice disguising your terror.

The pulling stopped and the string went slack again. They stopped you! Whoever was on the other end of the string knew that you planned to chop off your own finger to sever the bond with them. They didn’t want you to disconnect from them! Why? Did they really put value in the bond? Didn’t they know that you had no interest in them? Why would they bother? It was madness!

Suddenly you could feel a strange sensation through the string. It was as if your soulmate’s presence felt stronger somehow. You couldn’t understand it, until you realized… they were getting closer to you! They were coming for you! Well you wouldn’t be there when they arrived. You jumped up from the kitchen floor and ran to your room. Quickly, you packed a few clothes and other essentials. You didn’t know where you would go, but you weren’t going to fall into their grasp no matter what!

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Risotto stared down at the string on his finger as he sat in the back of a cab. He allowed himself a small, bitter smile. You were a fool. Did you really think that you could escape him? Apparently so, because he could sense you moving away from him. It was frustrating, but it didn’t matter. He would find a way to get to you before you got too far away. The problem was that you could sense how far away he was from you at all times. Did you really mean to stay on the run from him for as long as he tried to pursue you? What if there was a way that he could hide himself from you? An idea came to him. He asked the cab driver to drop him off at the next block. The driver did as told and drove away. Risotto looked around. He was standing outside of a vacant lot. It seemed that this was an abandoned part of the city. Good. He could experiment here with no one around to intrude. It was a long shot, but if he used Metallica’s ability to camouflage himself, he might be able to disguise his presence at his end of the string. Risotto activated his Stand’s secondary ability and waited. He could feel you on your end of the string. You stopped pulling away from him. He began to follow the string, half expecting you to start pulling away from him again. You never did. You were staying put. He followed the string until he was in a better part of town. Still, you didn’t move. It worked! As long as he stayed invisible, you couldn’t sense him! You were as good as his!

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You had just driven into an unfamiliar part of town when you felt the presence at the other end of the string disappear. What happened? Did they die? Did they disconnect the bond? No, you could still see the string wrapped around your finger. Maybe they just stopped following you? You sighed. Thank the Lord. In the distance you spotted a sign for a hotel. You would stay there for the night and think about what you were going to do in the morning. You pulled into the hotel and walked into the office, dragging your bag along with you. You got yourself a room and collapsed on the bed there. You’d been running from your soul mate for days now. Why did they just stop following you? Did they give up? Did they realize that you weren’t interested in them? What was their game? You had only planned to stay at the hotel for the night, but decided to stay there until you felt that it was safe enough to return home. That was only if your soulmate didn’t decide to start following you again.

That night, you dreamed of a man in a strange black costume resembling that of a jester, with white hair and red eyes with black scleras. You seemed to know each other, but you couldn’t remember from where. You were afraid of him, but you weren’t sure why.

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Risotto strolled into the parking lot of the hotel you were staying in. He was overwhelmed with joy at having tracked you down, but he would have to be careful from here on out. If you got so much as an inkling that he was nearby, you would start running again. He couldn’t allow that. Not when he was so close. He’d been walking for ages, sleeping in hotel rooms that he broke into and stealing food. If anyone got too nosey about his invisible activities, they met a swift and horrible end. He was exhausted having to travel on foot (an invisible man couldn’t flag down a taxi after all), but it was all worth it now that he finally tracked you down.

He followed the string until it led under the door of a certain room. Your room. He grinned at the feeling of your presence on the other side of the door. You were sleeping, so he would have to be quiet. Using Metallica’s magnetism, Risotto unscrewed the screws around the doorknob to your room. He was thankful that the hotel was an older one that hadn’t yet converted to the use of keycards. The door knobs popped out of their sockets and clattered to the ground. Risotto froze, afraid the sound would wake you. He was relieved that he could still feel that you were asleep. Carefully, he opened the door and let himself in.

He spied your sleeping form on the bed. He smiled fondly at you before coming out of his camouflaged state. There was no point in hiding from you anymore. Abruptly, you sat up in bed, gasping and sobbing.

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What a horrible dream. You’ve been having nightmares about the strange man with the scary eyes ever since you started staying at the hotel. The dream was always the same, the man would corner you somewhere, tell you that you knew each other, then try to drag you off somewhere you didn’t want to go. If you weren’t sure before, you were certain now, that man in your dreams was your soulmate. He had the same aura you felt at the other end of the string. The same aura of blood and death that you felt so strongly that it caused you to wake up in a panic… The same aura that you could still feel as if it were in the room with you at that very moment.

You turned to face that overwhelming presence you could sense nearby and your blood ran cold.

“You!” you gasped. “It’s you!”

The man took a step towards you, smiling sweetly. You cringed away from him, pulling the bed covers up as if they could shield you from him.

“How did you find me without me sensing you?” you demanded.

“Not important,” he said in a deep voice that would have had your heart fluttering in any other situation. “What matters now is that we are finally together, as fate intended.”

“To hell with fate and to hell with you! I want nothing to do with you! Now get out of my room before I call the police!”

The man laughed at your poor attempt at bravado.

“You can fight it all you want, but you and I will be together no matter what.”

You jumped up from the bed and made an attempt to run out the door, but he stepped into your path and you ended up in his crushing embrace.

“Let go of m-- mph!” your demands were silenced by one of his massive palms covering your mouth.

You struggled in his hold but he was far stronger than you. You could barely move in his grip. Something sharp pierced your neck and you screamed into his hand. You struggled a moment more before dizziness overwhelmed you. Your limbs felt heavy and it became impossible to move them. Your vision grew blurry and you felt yourself going limp in his arms. Just before you passed out you heard him say,

“You tried to hurt yourself all because you didn’t want to be bonded to me. I couldn’t allow that. I know that you don’t want me as your soulmate, but I know that you can learn to love me. I’ll take you somewhere where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you never try to hurt yourself, or sever our bond again. Whether you want it or not, you and I were meant to be. You should know by now that you can’t fight fate.”

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bimbosandbubbles · 2 months

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An event circulating around summer—a season full of ice cream cones,pools,smiles,and crazy once in a lifetime antics. However,people can seem to forget all the horrors that’s truly done under the sun. To mythical monsters all the way to crazy killers—this summer will have you scream! Hosted by yours truly,Vannah!

Popsicles

Starring Yandere Serial Killer Sukuna

Synopsis- There’s a serial killer roaming through the United States,constantly escaping the clutches of the lousy police force. A serial killer who’s hiding under the kind facade of a nice ice cream man. And no one resist the nice promise of a cool popsicle on a summer day,not even you.

Warnings- Cannibalism,multiple sex scenes,very gory,knife play,surgical play, kidnapping,torture,other victims, Stockholm syndrome, cum eating,blood eating, dick piercings(Sukuna has a Jacob ladder and a Prince Albert), branding,nicknames such as my little wife,whore,slut,cum hole,cock sleeve,diary likes entries at times in the fic,extremely degrading and humiliating,branding,pet play(kind of),bondage,dacryphilia,piss play,mind break,non con.

Heat Fever

Starring Yandere Stalker/Killer Jotaro

Summer classes was not how you wanted to spend your summer. Having a tutor dumb down stuff for you for two hours isn’t your preferred way of spending time. You especially don’t want to attend these tutoring sessions when you find out your longtime crush Jotaro Kujo will be your tutor. He’s a mystery to you and that means he could be about anything…

Warning’s—Castration,mutilation,violence,gore,stalking,cameras,shrine of you,masturbation,exhibitionism,fingering,voyeurism,lots of fantasies,panty sniffing,spanking,Jotaro is very disciplinary,he’s kinda sadistic and degrading in this.

Camp Life

Starring Yandere Camp Counselor Rengoku

Bugs,bratty kids,and no service. All very valid reasons why someone would not want to volunteer to be a camp counselor. Yet,you find yourself traveling to a deserted camp all because your friend Rengoku managed to convince you it’d be fun—after all he’ll be there with you every step of the way even if you don’t know it…

Warnings—lots of stalking,cum in food,cumeating,dubcon,somnophilia,breeding(lots of talking about it) and doing it,p in v,face sitting,Rengoku likes pubes a lot in this,public sex,groping.

Ocean waves

Starring Man Eating Siren Gojo

Working as a lifeguard isn’t the best job to have especially in the summer heat. Somehow though you find yourself getting yourself in a lifeguard get up and waking up at crack of dawn to get the beach set up. During one of your morning patrols you think you save someone a drowning person only for it to be something else completely…

Warnings—ovipositon,breeding,dubcon,Gojo can barely talk in this, biting, mentions of eating humans, long tongues,lots of groping,masturbation,voyeurism.

A breeze in the wind

Starring Yandere Crazy Stalker Taiju

Working late nights at a small corner store isn’t the most ideal job as a scaredy cat. The delusional addicts,the creepy men,and what scares you most is the unknown. The only thing that manages to make you happy is the really cute customer that comes in and chats with you for awhile but something always does feel off about him…

Warnings— lots of degrading,vomit(not in a sexual way in a very degrading way:( sorry pooks),Taiju’s a nasty voyeur,he has a thing for your mouth,exhibitionism,Taiju kills like two innocent people,cumshots,spitting,lots of praise,faux sympathy dom,hair pulling,car sex.

This is it for now! Gimme ideas of what’d you like see before it’s too late! I’m thinking of adding one more JJK character on here! But idk!

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inkpot909 · 7 months

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

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