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soupbabe · 1 year
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Santana and Vammu are complete dumbasses for verbal and physical affection, can get headcanon where these two literally go crazy when the reader pays them their attention? Two "confident" (they still have thoughts that they are not good enough at all for everything) men, but they become a red jelly-like mess if you take them by the hand
Santana and Wamuu Reacting to Affection
I love this sm 😩 their daddy issues know no bounds ik they'd go crazy at basic decency
Santana
- Out of the two, he reacts the strongest to your love
- He was treated as nothing but a guard dog for his masters, seeing him as an equal or something more is foreign to him
- At first when you take his hand, he's more confused than flustered
- Santana would tilt his head, lift up your hand he's holding and inspect it, then look at you for answers
- "It's because I like you." "....oh."
- Once covering the basics of physical touch, he's going to be so unashamedly clingy
- Like regardless of what you're doing, he's going to hold your hand, he's going to nustle and rub his face over your neck and shoulders like a cat, he can't get enough of it
- I think the part where Santana gets flustered is verbal affirmation
- Praising him: telling him he did a good job, that he's handsome, makes his brain shut off /pos
- It's definitely something that healed some issues within that he never thought about
Wamuu
- Wamuu is the opposite of his brother; physical affection gets him blushing more than verbal
- He's definitely heard his masters praise him for being a good warrior and with living that lifestyle, he's learned to be humble with such compliments
- But holding hands? Hugging? Kisses on the cheek? That's unmarked territory and you can see his brain break when it happens
- He has to stop everything and cover his face with his hands, his stoic demeanor has cracked
- "What did you do to me, human?" "I kissed you." "Can..can you do it again?"
- Similarly to Santana, he'll try his best to seek out that kind of affection again, but he's really shy with it
- Hold his hand in public, he doesn't want to lose you in the big crowds
- You look tired, do you mind him massaging your shoulders?
- Sooner or later you're gonna find out his true intentions and it's rather adorable
- He'll unintentionally ramble, his face getting hotter than Esidisi's veins, and you'd just have to shut him up with a lil peck on the lips <3
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danddymaro · 1 year
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Kars W/ a sick Reader
Maybe fluffy. A very sweet Kars.
A hint of jealousy
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Kars W/ a sick reader
Frustration knitted between his dark brows, the tension there existing as hard creases that remained even after he formed a lighter expression. Melting relief settled over his features as you stirred in his arms, slowly becoming responsive to his attentive care. 
- Or perhaps it was his one-sided conversation that had woken you.
Several days have passed already, and you were doing much better, he could attest to that. 
Thus far your temperature has eased from the terrible spike in heat. It was a  sign you were soon going to be better, and yet he felt the nagging, little ache in his chest persist. 
It was like the sting of a thin, sharp point striking his heart, cruelly prodding at such a rapid pace that he had no time to heal, no time to find a way to combat it.
It hurt him to see you in pain, and as he has you there in his arms, cradled like the precious little creature you are to him, he can’t deny it. 
He can’t act indifferent towards you, especially not when he’s convinced that the only reason you're doing better, is because he’s there. 
It hurts him so much he can’t think of anything else, prompting him to leave his leisure days to take on a different role. So, rather than be served himself, he becomes the one attentive to someone else’s needs, committing to your every necessity no matter how troublesome it may be.
You are his top priority.
He rarely left your side, and if he did, it wasn’t for long.
He couldn’t possibly leave you to the care of any of of his disgusting minions, that was for certain. They were pawns, and nothing more than that, certainly not ones that radiated trust.
The idea of you left alone with any of them had his blood boiling. Having any of them in your vicinity had him tasting something bitter when he noticed your discomfort. 
He’d taken notice of your reluctance to be around any of them, how much closer you come to him because you’re uneasy, so he wouldn’t put you through that, especially not during your most vulnerable state.
- And most certainly while he was away.
There had been another option, and while he trusted Esidisi and Wammu, something in him couldn’t allow any of them to have you so close.
He couldn’t deal with having anyone else behave so tenderly with you, he’d discovered that at first trial.
It hasn’t been long, but you’ve been feeling ill, and you struggled to show a brave face as you lived through it. It was a horrible habit you had to suffer in silence, to solve your own problems.
Besides, it hadn’t been so bad when Kars had left, it had been manageable, but it was as though you drastically worsened the farther he went. 
Even so, you said nothing, keeping it to yourself, not even wanting to bother the man that had stayed behind to watch you.
During his absence Kars assigned Wammu to watch over you as usual, and as expected he took the temporary position seriously.
He did as he typically did, shadowing you as you ventured to your heart’s content, even if it was outside during the day, an ability only he had between the three pillarmen.
He stayed at a distance until he had noticed your deteriorating health, and it prodded him to become even more attentive to you, becoming more than just someone that watched from a distance.
Soon after, he stayed four steps behind, a gesture of peace committed as he used another talent of his to ease you.
The soft breezes the short haired blonde creates for you have followed you, and during the insufferable temperatures your body has suddenly succumbed to, it feels refreshing. It’s like a touch of comforting spring visiting you, the air being a calming, tepid temperature, and you show your appreciation to him in the form of a soft smile.
A little thank you is also given, and he accepts in with a short nod and nothing else.
And then it happened ; 
Everything turned blurry before it went pitch black.
-It was just for a moment, a few seconds before you came back to, realizing you were supported by a strong arm that brought you close to Wammu as he saved your weakened body from a sudden fall.
Glowing jade eyes looked down at you, the hint of concern in them washing away as you woke and looked back at him with hazy eyes that slowly adjusted to the world.
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“I’m fine...” you tell him, sounding certain even while you tried to find focus during your dizzy spell. 
However, your hands hold onto him with a desperate grasp that pleads for him to not let you go yet, and he understands the message, giving you more time to adjust.
Seeing your reaction he releases a soft sigh before lightly shaking his head with a minuscule smirk as he mused over a long gathered observation.
“-You are stubborn,” the blonde haired man comments, while recalling the very trait that has both amused and irked his master.
 “ Though strong too,” he proceeds reassuringly while still holding just a hint of amusement.
You were resistant, brave. 
During your first encounter with them you showed that, and even back then he’d let out a short snicker that morphed into a genuine chuckle as you stood your ground.
Perhaps he’d never said much to you, but he was observant to your qualities, and because you were with his master, he considered you utterly valuable. 
Even if Eisidisi couldn’t phathom as to any other reason why Kars would keep you around other than carnal pleasure, Wammu had more or less understood. After all, every now and then your species enticed a tickle of curiosity in him.
Loyalty and bravery were traits he considered honorable. For such small, feeble creatures to posses such traits, it was endearing.
And he found it amusing how even his own master could form an attachment with a human.
As he looked down at you he mused over how a being so small could move a creature as powerful as Kars. 
You could make him smile with a single one of your own, and that was an ability no one else had.
Even if Kars had never spoken about what it was that he felt for you, it was implied, heavily. 
You were precious to him, so it was all the more reason to take care of you during his absence.
As he held you in his arms, you struggled to stay conscious, but even then you’re aware of where he is, of how much dedication he has to you. Whether it’s because he truly cares, or because it’s an order, it’s there, and it makes you keep your smile.
Moreover, the very compliment has you touched.
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If anyone treated you with the upmost respect and utter delicacy it was Wammu. And while Kars had never had a problem with it, he did when he came back to find you embraced by him.
It wasn’t like Kars considered the idea of Wammu ever betraying him, and he trusted you too..
There was nothing to doubt, yet, watching you cradled within someone else’s arms, cared for and looked upon with such genuine tenderness...
It had him feeling a twisting feeling in his gut that he’s never felt before. 
He thought about how your soft kisses could belong someone else, how each of the feather light ones that wake him could descend upon some one else’s flesh. 
He recalls how wonderfully you fit into his embrace, how your body is so soft and warm, fitting perfectly between the space that’s there between his arms and the rest of his body. It’s indescribable how much serenity he experiences while having you so close, sharing warmth.
The addictive scent of your fragrance mingled with his comes to mind, and he feels an uneasy feeling when he thinks about any other masking his, or replacing it entirely.
A great ‘what if ‘ struck him, and it made him act, moving towards you two with boiling blood.
It festers in him until your eyes land on him and that wonderful sparkle in them occurs. 
You then jump away from the other man, excited to find him back. He can hear it in the little chirp you release that’s his name. 
Seeing your reaction when he steps forward makes him feel yet another feeling that struck at his heart, damning him for whatever that initial, bitter one was.
You looked so happy to see him, so genuinely sweet, and you were so quick to greet him that it just worsened that feeling he would later recognize as long lost guilt.
“I missed you,” you told him, and he notices how tired you look, how worn you seem. 
He doesn’t realize how his own eyes soften, how he stares longingly like he’s missed you for too long.
Kars silently curses at your pathetic humanity, how illnesses fall upon you with such ease, and what’s worse, that he can do nothing about it but helplessly watch as you succumb to them.
He positions you to better sit up, one of his arms placed across your back  as your head rests on his shoulder to hold you up as his other reaches out to the beverage he’s prepared for you.
Slowly, he brings the edge of the cup to your lips, gently tilting it so your tongue is drowned by a rather bitter taste of herbs that makes you release a discontent hum.
- Even that little sound irks him, it has him feeling utterly helpless, and he continues to wear the hard lines of frustration on his face.
A feather light kiss then grazes your hairline, his lips pressing the warm, sweat moistened spot with tenderness that lasts as he remains there. It’s a tart taste he’s certain you despise with how much you appose, and the only thing he can really do to combat it is offering you something sweeter. 
- A sugary, little peck that tells you it’s for your own good.
“Kars?” the sound of your voice, so soft and frail makes him bring you closer to him, the grand beast demonstrating a nurture that was foreign to him, and exists only for you.
A low hum of his greets you  before another kiss touches you, landing right on your nose that twitches under the touch. 
You’ve barley been awake throughout it, and to finally hear you say something, most of all his name, it calms him.
“  vexing little thing...” he huffs , “ I can’t leave you alone for even a moment,” he says with just a touch of annoyance, but there’s adoration there too, so much that you giggle. 
The way Kars shows his fondness of you is with little remarks such as those.
 Teasing you is his way, his love language. 
He aims for a kiss on the lips, but is stopped by a little hand that presses against his chest, “You can’t,” you tell him, your still voice small and hoarse.
He stopped, genuine surprise written on his face before he narrows his eyes at you,  his lips which were already pouted and ready to press to yours drop into a frown.
He looks insulted , and while the face is one that’s unpleased, it makes you actually grin before you chuckle.
“I’m sick,” you remind him, and he scoffs, his eyes rolling. 
“And?” he huffs. “- I've kissed you plenty already,” he says under his breath, not understanding the issue, and after he says it, you feel incredibly warm in your stomach. 
The little kisses that have peppered over your face throughout the past few days haven't been your imagination, and when you realize that, you’re practically glowing. 
And you take his teasing, little chiding as an actual possibility, 
“I haven’t been alone...for even a moment,” you mutter with a touch of disbelief, thinking about all the instances you felt him close.
You knew you mattered to him, but not that much, not so much as to nurture you back to health.
Color fills his cheeks before he blows an exasperated breath between his lips,
“Your kind is so weak,” he starts, looking away from you, “ you need my constant supervision,” he states, which of course he believes.
But for some reason it’s a struggle to admit.
“- All of your attention?” you say while batting your eyes and stretching your arms out for him to coddle you, which he does. 
He falls in without a second thought, though he lets out a huffy breath.
his nose grazes over your jaw, and little smooches greet you there while you close your eyes  and continue to smile. 
“Of course,” he sweetly murmurs. 
One of your hands cradles his cheek as he continues to kiss you.
He eases you from his lap, completely laying you down your bedding as he takes a position that had him above you before he offers you a kiss to your lips. 
That beautiful waves of plum that surround you have rebellious strands that tickle your face as he withdraws, and the moment of peace is one you want to last.
Swallowing down thickly you then plea with him, demanding what you’ve wanted to for a while,
“Stay with me,” you tell him, never having asked him for anything else before. 
- never needing anything more.
As you’re slowly recovering you’re afraid he’ll take it as a sign he can leave, and it has you saddened.
You want to have him all to yourself, to feel all of his attention on you, and be able to react to it too.
“...Please?” you breath, and even while drained of your color, utterly helpless, he notes every feature of yours as lovely.
His smile is rather arrogant, and it’s more of a smirk as you speak, and he takes a moment to answer, offering you unneeded suspense because either way, he hadn’t planned to leave any time soon, 
“As you wish,” he murmurs with another kiss.
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abrabloodycadabra · 10 months
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My precious 💞
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jctaro · 7 months
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FIRST COMM OF THIS ROUND IS READY ! pitterpatterpoppin' with joseph and @spaceispeachy 's oc rachel ! thank you so much for commsissioning me!
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(round one)
idk i just matched this one up in vibes
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"Sex | Unnecessary. Lesser beings have many children, as risk of death is high -- conversely, a perfect being does not need offspring or comrades. Only one can be at the top."
Happy asexual awareness week! We're the ultimate lifeforms >:)
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silvernyxchariot · 1 year
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That song is stuck in my head. :| So, take this on your scrolling journey.
Lisa Lisa, Joseph, Speedwagon: Why would you help them? Don’t you know that would be the destruction of humanity?
Me: Oh, I know. But the thing is, "I'm not afraid of God(s), I am afraid of man."
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"Underneath it all we're just savages
Hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages
Truth is in us all, cradle to the grave
We're just animals still learning to behave"
[Savages - Marina and the Diamonds]
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sleepystrega · 1 year
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kalstuff · 2 years
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Always on my mind
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sinfulauthorwrites · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 Day 10: Anal & Double Penetration
This specific drabble is based on this art by DatApe1! It’s one of my favorite CaeJoseQ pieces, and I had to do a fic based on it!
💖 Many thanks to @flightlessangelwings for the prompt list! 💖
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Ship: CaeJoseQ
Word count: 102
Applicable Tags: Anal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Double Penetration, Wet Dream, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Top!Joseph Joestar, Top!Caesar Zeppeli, Bottom!Suzi Q, Teasing, Threesome - F/M/M, POV Third Person Omniscient
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Suzi throws her head back and lets out a languid moan as Caesar and Joseph caress her body, their cocks thrusting in and out of her holes in tandem. “Is this what gets you going, Suzi? Having your two best friends fuck you full?” Joseph teases, his hands moving from her waist to grope her tits.
"Sì! It’s all I’ve ever wanted!” Suzi moans again, her asshole clenching around Joseph’s cock as he fucks her harder with each word.
Caesar chuckles. “Well, maybe dreams do come true~” He rubs her clit harder, pushing her closer to her climax. “Come for us, Suzi.”
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Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!
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moxxiejoestar · 1 year
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Propaganda (17/?)
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soupbabe · 2 years
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hello! may i request polnareff, caesar, mista, hol horse and gyro with a s/o / crush that stims clapping their hands excitedly, jumps up and down and giggles whenever they (the boys) flirt with them, please ? thank you so much in advance !! <3
Caesar, Polnareff, Mista, and Hol Horse with a Reader Who Stims when Flirted With
Sadly I haven't started part 7 yet so I can't write for Gyro </3 but I love that you've gathered all the main manwhores into one post !!
Caesar Zeppeli
- You're just adorable
- Literally makes him fall harder for you
- He's pretty touchy too, so he loves hearing you laugh whenever he wraps an arm around you
- It eggs him on, let him sneak in a couple of one liners !!
- "If you're this excited by my words alone, makes me wonder what reaction a kiss would bring~"
Hol Horse
- It's going straight to his ego tbh
- This man prides himself on how suave he is with folks and you enjoying his time just as much as he is?
- What's your ring size 👀 what stone do you want 👀
- Just like many others on this list, expect him to be an absolute menace and tease you about it
- Though it's not like Caesar, he sometimes likes to be an ass just to be an ass
Jean-Pierre Polnareff
- Seeing you so happy and flustered that you're smiling and waving your hands around makes him want to be with you even more
- He'll try his best to carry on, puff out his chest and act like your enthusiasm doesn't affect him
- But it's impossible to hide the tiniest hint of blush on this pale man
- The roles are now reversed ! Imagine how happy it makes him whenever you flirt back
- Now you're the ultra cocky one, but I think you'd still be stimming in excitement
Guido Mista
- Oh he joins you
- I headcanon Mista to have a touch of the 'tism so seeing such a display from you is so reassuring
- He's always a bit nervous about going too far, but he likes to see that he's hit the right spot
- You both bounce off each other so well that Mista forgets about any raunchy and catcall-esque flirts he had in store for you
- What can I say? He's a true romantic at heart and he'll throw out his gangster persona if it means he can jump around with you
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danddymaro · 1 year
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Making love W/ Santana
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Making love W/ Santana
"It’s warm," he starts, his warm breaths fanning over your naked body, each matching yours.
"Soft…" he adds as his fingers explore your intimacy, gently gliding up and down your slick.
He comes to an opening, a place that radiates the most heat, and when he notices the thick swallow you perform as well as the little sound you make, he continues. He explores more while his lips press against yours, the invasion of his tongue titillating, encouraging soft moans from you that turn needy as his fingers work into you at an eased pace.
As always, making love with him is always sensual, a slow burn that builds until you're tired out and helpless.
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junosartsthetic · 2 years
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Lisa Lisa + Royalty AU
Part of my 5 500 follower special one-shots featuring 5 different characters of 5 different parts in 5 different AUs. Each one-shot comes to exactly 500 words.
If it was up to you, you’d chain yourself to the carriage and demand to be taken back to your kingdom instead of stepping out to meet your betrothed from a strange faraway land. Much to your dismay, it wasn’t up to you. Though you were an adult, your parents controlled your life. You were the princess. Your job was to do as you were told. If that meant marrying a stranger you’d never met? So be it.
Letting out a huff, you exited your carriage to see a gigantic castle, in front of which a beautiful garden stretched to your place inside the castle gates. A regal and beautiful black-haired woman donning a brilliantly crafted gown stood proud, a quirk of her lips and a soft wave greeting your stunned form. A young man with fluffy brown hair stood beside her, a grin on his face as he greeted you.
You didn’t pay much attention to the young prince, too distracted by the queen of the empire. “Good afternoon, princess,” she spoke. “I hope your travel wasn’t too burdensome?”
You shook your head. “No, no. It’s a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. Thank you for inviting me to your kingdom. It’s very beautiful. I adore your garden, especially. The flowers are all so pretty.”
“I made sure it was pruned to perfection prior to your arrival,” she said, a knowing smile on her flawless lips. “I heard through the grape-vine you’re fond of greenery.”
An embarrassed blush spread across your face. You curtseyed. “You’re too kind, your highness.”
She waved your comment away with a perfectly manicured hand. You couldn’t get over her. Her presence consumed you with a feeling you’d never experienced. Though she must’ve been more than twice your age, she looked no older than you. Her beauty held something mischievous behind it, however. That much you knew. She was more than just a queen—she was the kingdom itself. The king. The knights. Everyone. 
You knew from your parents that her kingdom was a force to be reckoned with. After the king passed, the kingdom only grew. She showed no mercy. She was a king in her own right. This was the very reason you were sent to be wed to her. . . son.
A sudden disappointment formed in your chest. Right. Her son. Joseph.
You almost forgot about him. He was the one you’d spend the rest of your life with. You’d marry, start a family, and maybe one day you’d rule beside him.
You stifled a gag.
Instead, you looked back at Queen Lisa-Lisa. What you wouldn’t give to. . . 
“Shall we go inside? I’ve prepared a lunch for us, princess,” she spoke, presenting her grand abode to you.
You nodded shyly, stepping forward. Joseph moved to hold out his hand, but the queen stopped him, instead offering her own hand to guide you towards the entrance. “Allow me to lead her, JoJo.”
You placed your hand in hers, overwhelmed. Maybe. . . your dream could come true.
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crybaby-writings · 2 years
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cw for religious themes/references, spoilers for jojo's bizarre adventure part two: battle tendency, my bible knowledge may be a bit rusty
this is a 'ship' post
∆ i would also like it to be said that this thought/headcanon might not be as coherent as i think it is because it's very late and it sort of just spawned in my brain,
i think that caeser's death could have been a sort of reference to his (potential) feelings for joseph. when caeser died, he was crushed by a marble, cross shaped chunk of ceiling. now, based on the most common religious affiliations of 1940's italy, he was more then likely catholic.
during his last moments, he gathered everything he had of himself and sent it to joseph to protect, comfort and help him- the last of his hamon, his headband/bandana and wammu's lip ring that contained the antidote to one of the wedding rings of death; which ceaser risked his life obtaining.
the cross shaped chunk of ceiling could very well represent ceaser 'bearing his cross' or being held accountable for his 'sins' as he died- in this case, his 'sin' of holding feelings for another man that was not platonic or familial, but instead, romantic.
in a sense, it was not any different than when, as it's said, the roman soldiers marched jesus to his death (his crucifixion) while he carried the very cross he was to be crusified upon on his very own back to 'repent for man's sins'.
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1999--bizarre--summer · 9 months
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Joseph: I will never get called for jury duty again. 
Caesar: What did you do? Did you blow up a trashcan?
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