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thepepsislvt · 1 year

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Gyro headcannons :)

Sam said it’s my week with gyro and I get to write for him >:) any I’ve been living SBR headrot for the past few days :’) enjoy

oh lawd give me strength

he is such a pretty man

and he knows this and knows you think so as well in which he’ll tease you abt it and be like “I’m your pretty man” or something like “you can’t bully me, I’m pretty”

this man istg

hes a handful but thankfully you have two hands for him

every time he catches you even looking his direction he’ll give his goofy ah“go! Go! Zeppeli!” Smile

his signature nyo-hos make you WEAK

hes so cute istg

please play with his hair

brush it, braid it, dye it he doesn’t care just please pet his hair or something he loves it

will put his hat on you when you’re least expecting it

mans a great kisser

but he does try to turn every lil peck to a full make out session

doesn’t even care if people are around he wanna make sure everyone knows you are taken by the Great Zeppeli

he also rlly likes seeing his green lipstick smudged across your face

you have complained abt it before but he doesn’t listen so you don’t try to stop it at this point

he loves physical touch and will hug you from behind at any given moment

Kisses on your head

arm around your waist

head on your shoulder

he will do anything to get to feel you literally every moment he can

when you’re insecure abt something he will literally shower you in praise

youre chubby? “That’s okay that means you can crush my head 😌”

self harm scars? Kisses every single individual one for you and whispers praises in Italian

even though you may not understand it’s the thought that counts 🤷

if you’re trans or nonbinary

supper supportive, literally will punch anyone who uses the wrong name or pronouns on purpose

he’s just a goofy guy

the real dumbassery starts when you two hang out with johnny

my guy doesn’t know how to shut up because he’s got his two favorite people in the world

will bully Johnny and you for no reason besides love

give this man a hug for me he deserves the world

#gyro zeppeli #zeppeli #steel ball run #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli x reader #jjba x reader #x reader #Jjba #jojos bizzarre adventure #Jojo part 7

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maruzzewrites · 6 months

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Every breath you take. - 12

One could think and think, about all the possibilities and all the probabilities, but there would always be one little voice in the back of your head whispering how you weren’t ready enough, how they could reach and take you so easily if they just willed it.

Any plan, any idea, too simple, too complex. Required too much money. And how would you explain to your parents what was happening? Could you trust yourself to be saved by the police, by a magistrate perhaps? But the cold hands of doubt choked you like a snake, waiting for its prey to fall for the honey trap. You were suspended in a limbo of uncertain happenings: your only solace from this malady was now buried deep into the ground, your family couldn’t help you better than he did, and those deranged men still on your tail. Waiting in the darkness ready to jump on your weakened body.

You spent an ungodly amount of time pacing your room, a prison that was closing up on you with every passing second, the walls claustrophobic and thin and breakable. Everything around you felt so unsafe and open to attack, so delicate that one single push into the tender flesh of your house could make it crumble, expose you to any danger.

You felt sick most of the time you spent alone in your room, thought after thought crowding your mind until there was no room for anything but that annihilating dread that made up your life in the last months. You weren’t even sure you were a person anymore, at times all you had were these thoughts of complete, terrible and invincible anxiety that drowned you.

The last visit to that house was weeks ago. It was easy enough to convince the men who gave you the job that you didn’t want to work for them anymore, but their protests were haunting. Demands, threats, and everything in between that made your contact almost beg you to work for them still, but eventually you were informed that you were dismissed. You had no idea why they were so moody over your staying, but the person who informed you revealed, in a concealed way, that it was a form of punishment towards your persecutors.

You didn’t dare to dig deeper.

You were simply grateful not to have an entire crime syndicate running after you, even if you were hunted down by some of the most terrifying men you had ever had the displeasure to hear about.

Your mother, at first, wondered why you left your job. She prodded, asked, inquired in all the ways and all the moments she could find you alone, but she soon enough noticed the way you stopped eating and enjoying your day, how every waking second of your life was dripping of cold sweat and the stench of fear seeped in the cracks of your walls.

Even you, when you looked at yourself in the mirror one day, couldn’t recognize your reflection; skin dead and your face gaunt, your eyes heavy with tears and sleepless nights passed in the darkness, with your shoulders against the wall as if it could save you from a mortal blow.

Your father, who worried in the moment he noticed something was wrong, encouraged you to take a walk with him, to go to work with him just to breathe fresh air into those worn lungs of yours. You attempted this, once, but the weight of the sun on your skin and the touch of the wind lit up every nerve, every jolt of electricity in your brain gave you the signal that you were not safe, not there, not outside.

You needed to be covered by those four walls, in your room that was becoming too tiny and too suffocating, but at least it was home. At least you could pretend there was a place in this city that could protect you as if it was the warm, cozy embrace of your parents when you were still a child.

But that day, that cursed day you accepted to spend with your father while everything was oppressing you, when the very act of breathing was becoming too much, you discovered something that would make you want to abandon everything else and run away. Run until your feet bleed and your legs gave out, under the weight of your weariness.

Your father, working as usual, throwing some glances towards you now and again, received a visit from some young teenager. He looked like the type to look for trouble, and managed to find it easily, but even he was intimidated when he gave your father a letter.

Your father, at that moment, looked aged and tired like you have never seen him. Not even after the longest days, not even after work, but he looked like a man you had never seen before. You saw the image of death when you looked over and tried to understand why that reaction created such a heavy sensation in your chest. Breathing was almost the most unnatural thing to do for you at that moment.

Your father tried to shield the letter from your eyes, but you caught a glance of a threat written black on white. The air, around you, became cold and still like you were suddenly encapsulated into ice and were looking at the world as if it was on the other side, moving in confusing motions of color rather than people actually living it.

And you were not living it either.

You were suspended again, into that sea of uncertainty and dread, and you were drowning. You were drinking in the dark water, and it was like tar scratching down your throat, down your lungs and your stomach, dragging you down into the dark, cold ocean more and more.

Your father was being threatened and you needed to know more, you needed to make sure. If they reached your fiancé, who would stop them from harming your parents? Your friends? Even the simple man talking to you, one day, to ask for the right house down the road. Was anyone safe around you, and were you safe around them? Once again you were sent down a spiral of self-doubt and fear that those men created, those persecutors who poisoned the well so deeply and completely you had no idea how to purify the water again. You felt like you were just destined to sip this poisonous mud for as long as you lived, for as long as you were allowed to live by these men who made you live in terror.

You had to know who was threatening your father. You had to understand what was happening, if you had to go to someone higher, if this thing was becoming too big and too dangerous for all of those in your life. They killed your fiancè, and you didn’t care to look for more concrete proof, you didn’t care if it was just a taunt or simply a way to make the frigid tendrils of fear sneak inside your body, they were the murderers. And if they were, that meant they had restraint until now and you were in more dire danger than ever.

It was almost like a slap that made everything clear when you wanted to keep your vision blurry. That realization after the mourning, the pain, the suffering that they caused you; with every step they were getting closer, and you were staying still like a good, perfect doll waiting for its owners to take control again. And again, in that shop where your father was being threatened, where he was suffering because of you, you started to feel the thoughts in your mind overlap and accumulate from the back of your head to the front, pressing hard against the skull until you felt like you were truly falling into insanity.

There was nothing else but fear, fear, fear, fear. Chanting in your mind the same words over and over again, you were paralyzed by the notion that anyone could die at any moment in front of you, and you could simply disappear from their lives because those men willed it into reality. Because they simply wanted to.

Because they want you.

And the guilt, swelling and pulsating inside your chest; because of you, it was all your fault from the beginning wasn’t it? You were the cause of your own problems, if only you didn’t overstep the boundary they simply wouldn’t have cared and you’d simply be the person coming once or twice a week to clean their house.

And the cycle began where you accused yourself of being the cause of every evil in your life, and then reasoning in your head that it couldn’t be true, they were in the wrong. Who in their right mind could even believe to torment someone to the point of madness and murder, simply for a warm meal on their table? Only someone with no morality left in them could even start to do something like that.

You spent the rest of the day, in that shop, fighting with your own mind to reclaim some sort of sanity. Shooing away thoughts that made you want to puke and scream, that made you pace in the back as your father looked over in complete confusion and with concern coloring his features. What a life you had now; just thinking that there was a time when you could open the door of your room and go out in public without this oppression crushing down on your ribs, on your heart and compressing the air out of your chest.

You wished you could go back to a moment when you felt like your normal self, and not this person devoid of anything different than dreadful terror. Or perhaps, you wished to go in a moment of time in the future when all of this was merely the worst of your memories and you were serene, even happy.

But you lived in the present, in the middle of this terrible affliction and every moment you were living it was squeezing more strength out of you that could hope to recuperate in any way.

You returned home in silence that evening, with your father never leaving your side out of genuine worry for your wellbeing. Your eyes were unfocused on anything, as you mind grasped at every terrifying idea that it could create, clinging for dear life to the horrors that you imagined would happen if those men decided to go for the hunt again soon.

They were not happy, that much was obvious. Maybe they were satisfied for now, with your fiancé out of the way and the spiral you were sent in. Harmless and ready to be picked whenever they wished, you imagined, in their demented heads.

You probably looked terrible, as you walked the few streets that separated you from your father’s workplace. It was relatively near your house, which was something you were grateful for right now, when you couldn’t bear to stay outside even for a second more than necessary. It was just a few steps away, your fake safety that would give you those handful of seconds in complete bliss before the reality of your situation settled down again.

Like every other day during those weeks, you didn’t eat much at all. You dragged yourself into your room where you curled up on your bed, shaking and trembling as your entire body was engulfed in that darkness of thoughts that were more like companions than true enemies at that point. You hated them, desired them to be gone and leave you alone, but they were there like clockwork, ready to embrace you when you were alone.

You fell asleep in complete silence, with your mother’s breath coming from the other side of the door as she worried herself sick. She didn’t enter your room, not now, not anymore, as you had lost your nerves at her more than once in these weeks and she didn’t know how to help. But you could feel her presence in the shadows, and you didn’t even know if you were comforted by it anymore.

It was just another reminder, and that was why you were grateful to be pushed into a dreamless sleep that night.

That was until you heard an explosion coming from the distance.

You woke up instantly.

#yandere jjba #jojo's bizzarre adventures #la squadra esecuzione #yandere x reader #reader insert

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azeru-servbanaia · 1 year

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Hola parásitos, verán, en la antigua publicación dije que posiblemente iba a escribir para jojo's bizzarre aventure, adivinen qué. ¡¡VOY A ESCRIBIR PARA JOJO'S BIZZARRE AVENTURE!!.

Pero solo una cosa.

Mi mente no funciona bien por la falta de sueño, así que maso o menos me acuerdo de cada parte.

Lo que me acuerdo más son la parte 1, parte 3 y parte 4.

Me voy a aver jojo's bizarre adventure otra vez, especialmente la parte 2,5,6, 7 y 8 .

Desde ahora escribiré para la parte 1,3 y 4 , avisaré cuando ya se pueda con las demás partes de jojo's bizzarre aventure.

Bueno cambiando de tema.

Además me gusta poner (y/n) o you, no se no me gusta poner (T/n).

Bueno ya estoy cambiando de conversación .

Imagina que Kosaku Kawajiri ( Yoshikage Kira) ama a su hija ( que no es su hija ) que en realidad es hermana menor de Hayato Kawajiri, maso o menos tiene 9 o 8 años .yo sabiendo bien que Hayato tiene 11 años de edad .

Kosaku cuidá a su "hija" asustada de las tormentas eléctricas y que también le leé un cuento. Pero al saber que no funciona para mejorar a su hija decide sacar a killer Queen ya que su polluelo ve stand's.

✯Contenido de la historia✯⁠ :

Padre e hija , Ésto no es pedofilia es solo amor de padre e hija, platonico , femenino lector, niño lector, falta de ortografía y demaciado OOOOOC en los personajes.

Titulo: ✯Papá está aquí ✯⁠

(narra en Tercera persona):

La familia Kawajiri estába cenando la comida que hizo Shinobu está noche. Todos comían la deliciosa comida de Shinobu Kawajiri.

Hayato no hablo en la cena mientras que su hermana menor (Y/n) si hablaba sobre ( la cosa que te encanta), mientras que su madre escuchaba atentamente , y Kosaku comía tranquila mente en la mesa.

Hayato : -No quiero comer más..... gracias por la comida - y con eso Hayato sube las escaleras y va a su habitación.

Shinobu: suspira - hay Hayato ni si quiera comiste la mitad de la comida - Shinobu levanta los ahora platós vacíos.

Shinobu:- oye amor, te importaría llevar a (Y/n) a cepillarse los dientes y también acostarla para dormir, puedes ?- Shinobu le habló a su "Esposo".

Kosaku:- .... Esta bien, Shinobu - con eso Kosaku se levanta y recoje a ( Y/n ) de la silla alta.

(narra Yoshikage Kira o Kosaku):

Recojo a (Y/n) de la silla ya que ella no podía bajar de la silla alta.

Kosaku:- muy bien, a cepillarse los dientes y ir a la cama - hablé yo

Y/n : -okey papá- dijo mi hija.

(saltó de tiempo)

Empiezo a escuchar truenos, veo a mi hija acurrucarse más serca de mi y agarrar más fuerte mi ropa de dormir.

Fui a su habitación que está serca de la mi con la que comparto con Shinobu.

Abri la puerta y fuí hasta su cama a arroparla, escuchó la lluvia golpeando en el techo también un poco de truenos. Mientras me alejaba sentí un pequeño tirón de mi ropa de dormir, volteo la cabeza para ver a (Y/n) agarrándome.

Yo hablé

Kosaku: - ¿Qué pasá (Y/n) ?- pregunté.

Y/n:- Es que me dan miedo las tormentas, papá . ¿Puedes quedarte aquí?- respondi y preguntó .

No sabía que aser , no sabía si esté hombre que le robé la cara y también el hombre, ayudaba a su hija a lidiar con los truenos.

Pero tenía dos opciones

La primera era que la dejara en paz y que ella lo resuelva.

La segunda opción era en quedarme con ella e intentar que duerma.

Elegí la segunda.

Kosaku:- Claro, me quedaré aquí, hasta que te duermas - yo dije.

Ví que su cara se iluminaba .

(Y/n):- ¡¡GRACIAS PAPÁ!!- respondió con alegría pero parecía ser más un grito de victoria.

No sabía que sentía, ¿al parecer era que estaba estaba feliz verla tan alegre?.

No sé .

Ella me hizo espacio en la cama para que yo me acostará.

Yo con gusto me acosté

De repente calló un trueno.

Entonces (Y/n) empezó a llorar.

Me alarmé , no se que hacer para tranquilizarla

Lo primero que se me vino a la mente era abrazarla y consolarla.

Procedo a abrazarla

Kosaku:- shhhh shh ya ya tranquila - la calmé dándole palmaditas en la espalda.

Ella solloza , pero veo que su respiración se tranquilizó solo por un momento antes de que dos truenos suenen .

Ella saltó y se escondió bajo de la frazada(manta) .

Lo siguiente que se me ocurrió fue leerle un cuento.

Ví que hay un mueble llenó de libros, me acerque a uno y lo agarre. Era sobre ( introduce cuento de su infancia) .

Me acerque otra vez a la cama y me senté en el lado derecho que estaba desocupado. Me senté y comienze a leer.

( saltó de tiempo)

Pero veo que eso no funciona a que ella se calmé.

No sé que hacer para que ella se calmé.

Pero vino una idea en mi mente .

Sacar a Killer Queen.

Te preguntarás , para que sacar a Killer Queen ?. Verás, mientras que llevaba a (Y/n) al parque , ella me comenzó a mirar raro pero esa mirada no estaba dirigida hacia a mi , era hacía Killer Queen . Yo me había sorprendido al ver que ella empezó a señalar a Killer Queen y diciendo “GATITO ROSADO " . Y fue ahí cuando descubrí que (Y/n) veía a los stand, no estaba seguro si ella tiene un stand, posiblemente no lo había desarrollado todavía.

Volviendo al asunto.

Le hable a (Y/n) .

Kosaku:- Oye ,(Y/n) , mira quién está aquí -le dije.

Veo que ella asoma su cabeza bajó la frazada/manta. Y ella sonríe al ver a Killer Queen.

Y/n:- ¡¡GATITO ROSADO!!! -ella empieza a salir debajo de la frazada/manta.

Hago que Killer Queen se acerque a ella .

Veo que (Y/n) empiezo a acariciar lo, y yo también siento el toque de las caricias en la cabeza.

Paso unas horas y (Y/n) ya estaba apunto de dormir.

Ella se acomoda en su cama a dormir y lo primero que dijo después de que darse dormida fué.

Y/n:- Papá... Siempre estarás aquí? -ella bosteza antes de quedarse dormida.

Yo respondo.

Kosaku:-… Si ... Siempre estaré aquí... Papá está aquí -.

ESPERÓ QUE LE ALLÁ GUSTADO.. SI QUIEREN PEDIR MAS DE JOJO'S BIZZARRE AVENTURE ESCRIBAN EN LOS COMENTARIOS, ADIÓS PARÁSITOS.

#x y/n #history #anime #escenarios #jjba #jjba x reader #yoshikage kira #kira yoshikage x reader #child reader #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #one shot #father and daughter #kosaku kawajiri #jojo's bizzare adventure fanart #jojo's bizzarre adventure

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betareaderwanted · 2 years

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New betas

3) Abigayle @requiem2007 (she/her)

Language: English

Available for originals

Fandoms: X-Men (comics and movie verse) MCU, Batman + DC comics

Categories: F/F, M/M, M/F, Gen, Other, Multi

Ratings: General Audiences, Teens and up, Mature, Explicit

Genres: Angst, Horror, Hurt/comfort, Smutt

How to contact: Tumblr dms

4) Jake, @aliensaresupergay, (he/they)

Language: English

Not available for originals

Fandoms: Persona 5 Royal, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Persona 4, Stardew Valley

Categories: M/M, Gen

Ratings: General Audiences, Teens and up, Mature

Genres: Angst, Family, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/comfort, Tragedy

How to contact: Tumblr, @aliensaresupergay, or discord, aliensaresupergay#0287

Check the live Excell document here to see if any new betas have applied.

Click here to apply to be listed as a beta.

#beta reader #new betas #X-men #MCU #batman #persona 5 royal #jojo's bizzarre adventure #Persona 4 #stardew valley

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lettersfromaphrodite · 11 months

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masterlist

─ 'CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOUNG LOVE IS ALL ABOUT ♡

smut : 🍑 ; fluff : 🍭 ; angst : 🌧️

ATEEZ

Hongjoong: [16.30] 🍭 // [9.20] 🍭

Seonghwa: [5.26] 🍑 // AO3 link

Yeosang: [00.30] 🌧️

Wooyoung: [22.22] 🍑

Seonghwa x Hongjoong: «Protect Me, My Aurora.» 🌧️🍑🍭🏴‍☠️ // AO3 link | [make me a villain] 🔮 // AO3 link

Grease! ATEEZ Series 🕺

Yunho: [3.42] 🍑🍭 // AO3 link

Yeosang: [4.57] 🍑🕺

Wooyoung: [15.37] 🍑🕺

Elemental Series 🔥💧🍃🌪️

Hongjoong x Fem! Reader: «do you believe in fate?» 🔮🌧️🍑🍭 // AO3 link

Chan x Fem! Reader: «flames to dust.» 🔮🌧️🍑🍭 // AO3 link

STRAY KIDS

Chan: [17.49]🍑🍭🎮

Jisung: [15.44] 🍭 // AO3 link | Jisung: [17.15]🎀🍑🍭

Hyunjin: [3.17]🍭

Sea Shanties Collection 📚🧜‍♂️🏴‍☠️ // AO3 link

Chan: [9.54] 🧜‍♂️🌧️🍭

Minho: «it’s high tide, baby.» 🧜‍♂️🌧️🍑🍭

Wolves! Stray Kids Series 🐺🔮 // AO3 link

Chan: [11.11] 🍭🔮🐺 // [3.21]🍑🍭🔮🐺

Changbin: [23.15] 🌧️🍑🍭🔮 🐺

Jisung: [2.22]🌧️🍑🍭🔮🐺

Hyunjin: [14.23]🍑🍭🔮🐺

Seungmin: [4.55]🌧️🍑🍭🔮🐺

Minho: [1.32]🍑🍭🔮🐺 // [2.31]🍑🍭🔮🐺

Felix: [14.20]🌧️🍭🔮🐺

Jeongin: [20.18]🍭🔮🐺

Royals! Stray Kids Series 👑 // AO3 link

Chan: [16.40]🌧️🍑🍭👑

Changbin: [10.40]🌧️🍭👑

Jisung: [00.00]🍑🍭👑🧛‍♂️

Hyunjin: [8.45]🌧️🍑🍭👑

Seungmin: [20.55]🌧️🍑🍭👑

Minho: [15.54]🍭👑

Felix: [2.33]🍑🍭👑 // [3.32]🍑🍭👑

Jeongin: [17.59]🌧️🍭👑

Vampires! Stray Kids Series 🧛‍♂️ // AO3 link

Chan: [8.58]🌧️🍑🍭🧛‍♂️

Changbin: [17.25]🌧️🍑🍭🎀🧛‍♂️

Jisung: [00.00]🍑🍭👑🧛‍♂️

Hyunjin: [8.03]🍑🍭🧛‍♂️

Seungmin: [8.50]🌧️🍭🧛‍♂️

Minho: [14.56]🌧️🍑🍭🧛‍♂️

Felix: [9.00]🌧️🍭🧛‍♂️

Grease! Stray Kids Series 🕺 // AO3 link

Chan: [2.57]🍭🕺 // [14.57]🍑🍭🕺

Changbin: [19.45]🍑🍭🕺

Jisung: [10.50]🍑🍭🕺

Hyunjin: [20.30]🌧️🍑🍭🕺

Seungmin: [16.02]🍑🍭🕺

Minho: [00.15]🌧️🍑🍭🕺

Felix: [23.02]🍑🍭🕺

Jeongin: [18.20]🍭🕺

SEVENTEEN

Wonwoo: [23.49]🍭🔮🐺 // AO3 link

Wonwoo x Mingyu: [I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good]🧛‍♂️🍑🍭 // AO3 link

NON KPOP RELATED FICS

Giorno x Mista (JoJo’s Bizzarre Adventures): [4.17] 🍭 // AO3 link

Childe x Lumine (Genshin Impact): [your love is holy] 🍭 // AO3 link

Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3): [make me feel like I am breathing (feel like I am human) ] 🍭 // AO3 link

Luca Kaneshiro (NIJISANJI EN): [il dolce far niente] 🍭 // AO3 link

Clavis Lelouch (Ikemen Prince): [devoted to you] 🍭 // AO3 link

Keith Howell (Ikemen Prince): [love me like you do] 🍑 // AO3 link

Mikey (Tokyo Revengers): [tornerai da me] 🍑🍭 // AO3 link

all works © lettersfromaphrodite

Do not modify, repost, translate or plagiarize my stories.I only publish my works on tumblr & AO3.

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privarot · 1 year

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hello there ^^ the name's cas! i'm nineteen and my pronouns are she/they! i'm also pansexual, polyamorous and a person of color!

this blog is 18+ only. minors do not interact. i will block you on sight. welcome to hueco mundo

i decided to finally pick up a writing blog so here we are!

i do take requests! feel free to ask for head-canons or little drabbles! however, i do have the right to refuse any request for any reason. do not take this to heart.

please also remember that writing takes time. rushing me will not get me to finish something faster.

all characters are depicted as 18+! please keep this in mind.

also, i will write readers as any gender you request! (gender neutral my default) there is a serious lack of x male!reader out there and i'm gonna pick away at that one step at a time.

current fixation: bleach

i will most likely be the best at writing bleach related things as it lives rent free in my head. especially the arrancars. good lord i love those funky little weirdos.

fandoms i will also write for:

my hero academia

naruto

burn the witch

chainsaw man

jujutsu kaisen

jojo's bizzarre adventure

gangsta

devilman crybaby

demon slayer

one piece

(there are probably more i could do and am just forgetting! best case would be to just ask me and see. ^^)

please keep in mind that i have not finished some of these medias, but i will try my best to provide you content of whatever character you ask for.

things i will write:

soft/fluff

smut

angst

gore

things i will not write

noncon

cnc

incest

some kinks (if you aren't sure, just ask ^^ there's no harm in checking first)

i think that about covers all the bases! feel free to flood my ask box with anything you want, honestly! confessions, rambles, etc. i am always open to listening.

enjoy your stay here in the endless desert. we will welcome you kindly.

#writing blog #bleach headcanons #headcanons #naruto headcanons #burn the witch headcanons #chainsaw man headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjba headcanons #gangsta headcanons #devilman crybaby headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #one piece headcanons #writing imagines

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mikeys-magic-graveyard · 2 years

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Oi! Whats up? Just call me Mikey. I’m 15 and I write, no promises I’ll be super active but who knows? Anyways nice meetin ya!

What I’ll write for

★ = current hyperfixation (more likely to do requests) |§| ☆ = something/someone i like writing for

Tokyo Revengers (anime only with a FEW acceptions at times)

Attack on titan

7 Deadly Sins

Jojo’s Bizzarre Adventure (1-7)

Fullmetal Alchemist ★

Soul Eater

Demon slayer

Gorillaz

What I will write

Headcanons ★

Crack fics ★

Scenarios

Prompts

Angst

Fluff ★

Spicy

Comfort

Reverse Comfort ★

What I won’t write

Smut

Pregnancy

Yandere

Non-con anything

Abuse (comfort is fine)

Reader inserts (I’d like everyone to be able to read happily)

Oc x Canon

likely not Canon x canon

Age gaps (sorry probably no oldseph)

Who I find easiest writing for

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

Baji Keisuke

Josuke Higashikata

Jean Kirstein

Soul Evans

Sasha Braus

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Uzui Tegngen

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Edward Elric

Gyro Zeppeli

Narancia Ghirga

Rules

I’m allowed to deny a request.

I do not have to give an explanation as to why I deny a request

I might not write requests bc of no inspo :/

DNI if: you are ableist, racist, homophobic, or anything similar

Preferably DNI if: You use pronouns such as mew/✨/Cyber, Age Re, Pet re, Xenogenders, (personally it makes me kinda uncomfortable but you do you)

If you’re over 22 id prefer if you didn’t interact all too much but if you like my works you’re welcome to stay ig

If you post nsfw/yandere/dark stuff from time to time you’re fine but please, blogs dedicated to any of these stay off my blog

Other accounts

@guns-n-r0ses - Main

@weirdostyping - Mod Spooder

#jjba x reader #soul eater x reader #fma x reader #aot x reader #demon slayer x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #jojos bizzarre adventure x reader #fullmetal alchemist x reader #attack on titan x reader

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mydiamondjustbroke · 5 years

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It’s a date! (Mista x Reader)

“Is this really necessary?” Mista asks Narancia, holding tightly to his hat. He hates taking his hat off, but Narancia strongly suggested he leaves it at home today. “I feel naked without my hat” he states for the fourth time “Naked? Skipping parts, huh?” Narancia replies with a mockery tone “Don’t you wanna have a perfect date with Y/N?”. Hearing your name makes Mista blush and get shy “Of course I do, but you’re taking this too seriously. Do you even remember she’s only going out with me because she lost a bet?” Narancia can’t help but laugh “It’s true, but if this date goes wrong you’ll never have another chance” Mista looks away, not wanting to agree because it would mean the date IS a big deal “And she totally lost the bet on purpose” Narancia says, trying to cheer him up, “You really think so? Oh God... I can’t do this” Mista says, nervously walking arround the room.

The bell rings. It’s Y/N. Narancia answers the door and greets you politely, trying to sound like a butler. “Hey, man! Is Mista ready to go?” you ask anxiously, but trying not to show that you’re actually very excited for this date. “He is! Let me call him...” he turns arround and says very loud “MIIISTAAAAA! Y/N IS HERE!” you giggle “I’ll be waiting in the car, ok?” “I’ll let him know. Bye!” you wave him goodbye and enter the car. “MIIIIIISTAAAA, SHE SAID SHE’LL TAKE ME INSTEAD IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG” Narancia screams again, Mista dashes towards the door, “Mista! Wait!”, he looks back “The hat!” “Oh! You’re right!” Mista handles him his loved hat.

He walks to your car, hesitating to open the door. You honk, attempting to scare him, which totally works. Mista goes inside the car looking down and greets you. “So... What do you wanna listen to? I don’t think you like any of the artists I do, but take a look at the CDs”, Mista agrees, still not looking at you. You’re both very shy and have no idea how to start a conversation. “Woah! You like Alice in Chains!” He sounds surprised “Yeah, man! I love them! Have you listened to their Unplugged? It’s insane!” you’re very excited you’re finally talking “I did! Their performance was killer! But there’s this song I think was superior to all in that album” Mista sounds a lot more relaxed now, “Heaven Beside You” you two say at the same time. Both surprised, you finallly look at each other. Mista looks so handsome you forgot to breath for a moment “You’re not wearing your hat today” you say looking at his dark hair, it looks so soft you can’t help but reach for it. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, almost like he’s trying to control himself “I know...It looks weird, right? Narancia made m-” you interrupt him, running your fingers through his hair “No! You look so good...” he seems shocked, then you realize what you just said “I mean...Your hair looks very good... What shampoo do you use?” Your attempt to make this sound smooth and spontaneous fails, you feel your face getting hot and you realize you’re blushing way too much, but you giggle trying to make him think it was a joke.

You look at each other for a moment in complete silence, but not an awkward silence, you feel conected. That made Mista reach his limit. “I can’t do this...” He pushes your hand away from his hair “It’s too much”, that statement makes you painfully aware of the situation, you remember the whole date was only happening because you lost a bet. “Oh... I get it... You really don’t wanna go out with me, huh?” Mista noticed a sad tone on your voice “I’m sorry... I was so nervous about this date I let Trish get inside my head telling me you would go out with me even if it wasn’t because of that stupid bet...” a single tear rolls down your face “You’re free to go... I lost the bet, not you...”. Mista’s heart aches, he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly “You’re wrong.” He says firmly. You refuse to look at him. “It is too much... Having you here saying those things to me... Running your fingers through my hair...” He has a serious look on his face, almost like he’s angry at himself for making you feel sad “Fuck... You’re making it so hard to keep myself from kissing you” he says while staring at your mouth. You’re atonished, this is exactly what you’re feeling, even how he didn’t wear his hat that day seemed like it was precisely architected to tease you. Knowing how he feels, you’re not holding back now.

“You don’t know how I feel... You don’t know what I want.” you say looking directly at him. He brushes your hair away from your face making you shiver from his touch. “Mista...” you say with your eyes closed, quietly, almost whispering “Oh, mio Dio... Don’t talk like that...” he’s begging you, like he won’t be able to control himself if you do. You get closer to him, almost touching his lips “Guido...” your whisper makes him whimper for your touch like he would die without it. “You’re driving me crazy, Y/N...Fuck...” He advances and kisses you passionately, locking his arms arround you. His warm touch makes you feel like you’re gonna melt, you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long you wouldn’t mind if you did. You could cease to exist right now and you would be happy. His heart is beating so fast you could almost listen to it, or was it yours? It’s hard to tell. You’re so close together there’s no distinction between you two.

When the kiss is over you both keep your eyes shut, afraid you would open it and realize it was all a sweet dream. “Whoa...” Mista is the first to break the silence. “Whoa indeed...” you follow the cue. “I guess it’s a date?” he says, with a big smile on his face. You two laugh, “Its a date!” you agree with him. Mista kisses your hand and holds it for a while. “So... Should we get going?” you ask him, now overflowing with excitement, “Hell yea!... But... Hey...” he stops for a moment and looks at you kindly while you’re waiting for a follow up, “Wanna do it again?”, his adorable smile wins you. You lean over for another sweet kiss.

The pictures I used in this post are not mine. Credit to the artists.

It was a long fic, but bare with me, please...I got carried away.

And since it's my first fic, I'd love to receive feedback so I can improve my writing.

Thanks for reading 💙

#mista x reader #guido mista #jjba #mista imagine #jojo's bizzarre adventure #lowkey wishing that was real #jjba fanfic

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cemetary-lady · 1 year

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JOJO'S BIZZARRE ADVENTURE MASTERLIST

part I - phantom blood

part II - battle tendency

part III - stardust crusaders

part IV - diamond is unbreakable

part V - golden wind / vento aureo

part VI - stone ocean

part VII - steel ball run

#jojos bizzarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure headcanons #jojos bizzarre adventure x reader #jjba #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jjba phantom blood #jjba golden wind #jjba stone ocean #jjba stardust crusaders #jjba diamond is unbreakable #jjba steel ball run #jjba battle tendency

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Smooching? It sounds like a great idea!

Can I get a smooch from everyone's favourite capo? 😉

OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE A SMOOCH FROM OUR LOVELY CAPO LILI!! <3333

You were drained. You had just recently gotten a new job and though you were excited, it was taking up majority of your time now. Time that could've been spent on relaxing was now taken up by paperwork and your once empty brain was now running rampant with thoughts.

"Darling?" You were sitting at your desk working on piles of papers that weren't due for a couple of weeks, but still felt nice to just get out of the way. Bruno peeked his head in and held a steaming cup in his hand. "Busy?"

You turned to the man that was always busier than you, but always made time for you. "A little, but a break would be nice," you admitted, standing up and immediately feeling lightheaded.

"Oh, god, love, when was the last time you drank water.... or stood up?"

"Not that long ago. I'm just really tired, that's all. Starting this job has been a lot. I've been staying hydrated and everything though."

"Well, darling," Bruno grabbed your available hand and led you to a nearby couch in your office. "Let's take a small break. We could sit here for a while or even just make some dinner together," he kissed your hand with a smile. "Whatever you please, my dear."

You blushed and set down your tea before cupping Bruno's face. "Just being with you is relaxing enough, Bruno."

Bruno pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before placing a few more in cute little places along your face. "Well, kisses first, and then we'll make some plans. How does that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful."

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if you want smooches too, you can submit some to me in my inbox!!!

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#tonberry answers #god this is so cutsie #jjba #asks #writing #fanfic #my writing #<3 #fanfiction #jojos bizzarre adventure #jjba x reader #bruno #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader

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thepepsislvt · 1 year

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I heard you're taking requests! Can I get some general relationship headcanons with Kars and Jotaro? They're my faves <3 have a great day!

omg hi of course I can I’m so sorry if this is late I totally forgot this blog existed for a few days hope this is good for you

sorry it’s kinda short but reader is gender neutral :D

but anw 2 general headcannons coming up!

Jotaro:

He has trouble showing affection

He tries his hardest tho

he usually shows it by giving you souvenirs from places he’s been since he travels a lot

when you travel with him he is over the moon but you don’t know

he loves to take you to the aquarium with bby Jolyne

she really loves you and calls you her second parent already

he loves physical touch so much

He will “accidentally” brush his hand against you or bump into you walking by (excuse me brah)

when you hug him???

or cuddles!?

he could never be happier

will softly smile when cuddling

he will deny it when you point it out

also poor man needs sleep so please take him away from his work he will overwork himself :(

give him plenty of attention please

he says he hates it but doesnt

Kars:

omg

will literally treat you like a godly figure

will get you anything you want

he doesn’t understand much abt being in a relationship but he sure tries

he absolutely loves spending time with you

he also loves to compliment you in everything you do

will let you play with his hair, brush it and style it

he loves feeling your hands across his scalp

he also loves to be praised by you bc good lawd look at him

he will try to cook for you even if he’s not good at it

i literally love him please take care of him also

have a great day anon!

#Jjba #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jojos bizzarre adventure #jojo part 2 #battle tendency #kars #kars jojo #jotaro #jotaro kuji #jotaro kujo x reader #kars x reader #x reader

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maruzzewrites · 4 years

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18 & 25 with Prosciutto

18. “Cry for me, baby.”25. “Just give into me, love.”

Content warning: yandere content, violence, death, obsessive behavior, discrimination against sex work? (It has some old fashioned views of it), suggestive themes.

If he wasn’t so immersed in his own job and thehazards that it carried in his life, Prosciutto was sure he’d have time to seduceanyone he wanted. He was sharply dressed, he was handsome and he liked to thinkhe possessed the cool charm of mystery that many women and men seemed to preferin a partner. Alas, the busy life of a mobster didn’t allow him to seek anytype of serious and lasting relationship that wasn’t one with his comrades. Hedidn’t bother to listen when someone pointed out how his team was getting lessand less assignments while losing the favor of the Don; he didn’t care tolisten when they reminded him that he didn’t have the same money he had prior tothe assassination of his fellow team members.

He doesn’t really mind sacrificing a bit morefood or new, less run-down furniture if he can enjoy other luxuries; expensiveclothes, cigarettes that hang prettily from his lips, the presence of someoneto fill that void left by the lack of a romantic relationship. You, inparticular, became the reason he wasted and burnt through half his paycheck,rushing to seek your company when the bloody money of a hit got into his hands.

At first, you were a simple distraction,anonymous. But you gave him so much attentions, you treated him like he wasspecial – it didn’t matter that other people, your colleagues, did as well; heturned a blind eye to the fact you would sit with other men and women with thesame hint of closeness, the same care. He was drunk and didn’t even know how torecover. When he was away from the haze of your workplace, from the sight ofyou, he was still the stone-cold killer that would see anyone wither under andturn to dust under the power of his Stand.

He dreamed of the day he’d hold you tenderly inhis arms, you perfectly dressed yet vulnerable, with him whispering the promiseof saving you. The misery of your profession would be a far away memory,replaced by the image of him as your saving grace; you’d devout yourself to himand build up the perfect little family, the picture of happiness he wanted tocomplete his immaculate life. He would still be busy, but you’d wait for himwith a smile and your usual attentions. He could only shiver at the thought andbreathe softly into the skin of your shoulder. “Just give into me, love.”You’d giggle prettily and run your fingertips along his scalp, never daring totamper with his perfectly tied hair.

It was perfect and you were playing your role sowonderfully, ready to be swept off your feet and carried to your new life.Then, suddenly, you disappeared. You weren’t there, in the usual place, eatingup every word from his lips like it was your life sustenance. He didn’t want toappear desperate or impulsive, so he settled for someone else with the hope you’dbe there next time he would have enough money to spend on you. The second timeyou were absent, he paid less for a duller service. With the third time, he turnedon his heels and left.

During his free time, he’d stand right outsideyour workplace to keep an eye on the door. You never came in, your absencemaking him think of the presence of a second, hidden door just for the workers.But your colleagues used the entrance door and there was no alley on eitherside of the building to allow for such an entrance. He was getting impatientand frantic; but he never spilled into his professionalism, he was still astone-cold killer, and it didn’t matter if his boss highlighted the peculiarpeak of cruelty he was using lately.

But he was getting hectic, like a drunkardwithout alcohol, while he sat for hours observing the door of your place ofwork. He looked for your form everywhere, anywhere; then he found it, one daywhen he was walking to his usual spot. At the cafe shop, where he waited allthose days, you were seated across someone else. His breathe caught in histhroat out of pure, blind anger. You weren’t sitting close, you weren’tembracing and you didn’t offer them the care you showed him.

You didn’t trace the seam of their pants, whereit rested on his inner thigh; you didn’t drag your hand under their jacket yourest against their rips, over the shirt, to press your chest on their arm; youdidn’t kiss the shell of their ear while whispering mechanical, seductive wordsdevoid of warmth. You did avert your eyes with they rested their hand on top ofyours, and you did walk at their side as your knuckles brushed against theirs,and you did fix their scarf when the wind messed it up. The intimacy looked so guarded,so tentative, that he thought he wasn’t supposed to see. It felt more privatethan anything you ever offered him and he saw the flawless picture of his dreamin that routine. He followed you absentmindedly while the two of you walkedaround, rage obfuscating his senses when you arrived at an isolated, solitarystreet far away from the heart of Naples.

He was suffocating in that fury when they said theirgoodbye to you, not even attempting to approach for a kiss, a peck, anythingthat could shatter the innocent intimacy familiarity that he so dreamed to own.You were so bare, so exposed to the eyes of this stranger like you didn’t haveto prove anything and like you didn’t have to try so hard; the confidence inyour bond that was strangling his fantasy and allowing him to wake up from his daydream.

He leaped into the opportunity simply because hecouldn’t allow this person to rob him of his future. Maybe you weren’t sincereand maybe he had been blind to the truth, but he didn’t care. He was still a stone-coldkiller and their skull was just so fragile once senility came. He heard yourscream, high and distressed, and he run after you without a second glance atthe corpse. Always professional, always focused on his target, he tackled youand you collided with the floor painfully.

He observed you, your face, as you searched hisown to understand what was happening. Then he saw recognition dawn upon you andyou didn’t even dare to move, frozen under his body. You mouthed his name – youshould lose the habit of calling him sir, at least in these circumstances –while he grinned down at you with a composed, handsome smile. You trembled atthe sight and started to weep. Prosciutto simply sighed with happiness.

“Cry for me, baby.” With a tone that mixedvenom, cold and warmth, he spoke to you as you tried to squirm away. You werestopped by the agonizing pain in your ribs, the impact from before too tough.He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, but didn’t dry your tears.

There you were, vulnerable and broken. Naked infront of him, but not undressed. So beautiful, ready to be saved. Prosciuttolet his stern mask slip for a moment to kiss your forehead softly and thenpicked you up, ignoring your especially distressed wail as he soiled his shoesin the blood of the body he left behind.

#jjba #jojo's bizzarre adventures #prosciutto #yandere #reader insert #prosciutto x reader #violence ///#death ///#please read the tags!#do i know anything about sex work laws in 2001 italy? no. but do i care? also no #i mean i dunno i have this idea that pro both wants the Perfect Spouse but also to be the Perfect Husband so he is the strong man in the re #in the relationship so you can rely on him #anonymous

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bamboolan · 4 years

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I don't know if I'm overstepping any boundaries with this request,,, but is it possible you can write a SUPER SHORT one shot (it can be long, I don't really mind, I love your works either way) about Hot Pants braiding a shorter, female s/o's hair right when they woke up after a night of having sex. I don't want anything to be sexual, just super soft, Hot Pants time !

i absolutely don’t mind this request anon. I love Hot Pants and I’m actually not opposed to making pretty much anything for her. She could drag me by my ear and I will thank her <3 i made sure to make it super short since you put an emphasis on it anon

summary: Hot Pants braids a shorter, female s/o's hair after they wake up after a steamy night.

pairings: hot pants x reader

word count: 333 words

warning(s): mentions of sexual content, but nothing explicit; only part 7 spoiler is Hot Pants being here that’s all, pretty much none

Sitting on the bed the two of you had just woken up in, Hot Pants was braiding your hair. You relaxed on her boobs, nothing sexual meant by it, only because she was much taller than you. Her smooth and careful fingers worked themselves throughout your hair, as gentle as possible.

"Does it hurt," Hot Pants spoke softly, "when I do this?"

Her fingers brushed through your hair, detangling the hair that might've been tangled and trying to make sure you weren't hurt by it.

"No, it doesn't. I think it feels really nice," you responded.

Hot Pants nodded. "Good."

Her voice sounded nice, you found. It was just a tad timbre lower than usual. \The two of you had quite literally just woken up. But as hungry as the two of you were, Hot Pants offered to braid your hair and you couldn't help but accept it. In it's own way, it was a once in a lifetime sort of opportunity.

Hot Pants had grabbed the comb from the bedside table then just as quickly decided it would have been much better if she brushed your hair with her own fingers. It was a much better feeling than the brush did, providing for closer contact with her.

Her fingers began to section your hair into three equal sections. She took her time with it because compared to her, your hair was much longer and she didn't want to tangle your hair after she had just detangled it. So her hand ran from your scalp to the ends of your hair, carefully sectioning it, just as she promised she would.

"I love you and I love your hair," Hot Pants mumbled. "Soft to the touch just like your skin."

Last night did not stray too far from your memories, being the first night you had shared intimately with Hot Pants. Your face flushed slightly pink, careful not to move your head since Hot Pants had just begun braiding your hair into a pattern.

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