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jolyfics · 4 months

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Could I pretty please get some 6taro falling in love again headcanons? Them snake pants make me weak at the knees~

𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: hcs of 6taro falling inlove again

notes: hope you like this!! i honestly could just write jotaro stuff for hours. i love my little guy sm

you two probably met at work

being a marine biologist too, you both had a good amount in common already

you definitely spoke to him first

probably about work related stuff

once he saw you istg he was practically MESMERISED

though obviously he said nothing

he would keep his cool in front of you but when hes in private he will definitely just stare at a wall and think about you

since then he subconsciously would sit beside you at lunch, keep a spare umbrella incase it rains and so on

eventually you’d catch onto this and confront him you found it cute though

he’d come clean, he’s more mature than his younger self once was

though he wouldn’t confess anything to you

he’d keep that locked up inside of him purely for how jolyne would react to him dating someone else

he doesn’t wanna hurt her :(

you’d have to tell him your feelings first, though he’d be hesitant at the start of your relationship, he soon grows more comfortable dating again

you two would obviously go on aquarium dates

i get the vibes that 6taro just loves going to the cinema, so expect alot of that too

he works alot, so you’d have to coach him to take more breaks

he probably loves just sitting with you

i get the idea that his love language is quality time, so be wary at how clingy he’s gonna be

you will hardly ever get time to yourself

hes not doing anything wrong, he might not even be talking to you. he just likes your company alot

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mikachi-chu · 8 months

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"Take it" | Wolf! Anasui x f!reader

Warning! NSFW starts below, viewer's discretion is advised!

Tags: dom!anasui, f!reader, shy reader, kabedon, knotting, rough sex, wall pushing, standing sex, breeding, use of Y/n, long tongue, cunnilingus (f! receiving), claws, make out, begging(y/n), pet names (princess), anasui being mean, empty alley

You had no idea how you ended up here. But was it really that important? Pushed up tightly against a wall, all you could feel was his warm breath against your ear, panting and relishing your scent that he longed for so long. He must be out of his mind, pouncing on you in the middle of an empty alley next to your shared apartment like that, not being able to resist his primal urges any longer. Anasui was right behind you, trying to refrain from completely losing it and ripping your clothes off right then and there, but how could you blame him? Your beautiful hair, attractive body and adorable personality makes him go feral for you. His long tongue slid against your ear, making you shiver and melt against his rough touch as he held your hands against the wall. "Y/n... I... I can't hold it much longer. May I...? " , he exclaimed, his voice giving away his self-restraint. The tent in his pants looked painful, straining against the fabric and snugly positioned right between your ass cheeks as he pushed it more and more against you, trying to get off to any kind of friction he got, as long as it was from you. "A-Anasui, do you mean?..." , you looked over your shoulder, gazing at his throbbing member right behind you, then back up at his face. He was panting hard. His eyes are nearly shut, looking at you with a hazy, lustful gaze. Fangs showing, he grew more impatient by the second. "You know.. exactly what I'm asking you for.." You knew that time came again, and you knew how much it took to control himself. With your heart beating out of your chest, you nodded. That was all it took. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. He ripped your underwear off right under your skirt/pants, turning you around to face him but still being careful enough not to claw at your supple skin. You gasped as he got on his knees, holding you up against the wall by your thighs and diving right between your legs. His long tongue slid against your folds, making you quiver and moan at his sudden, unpredictable advances. He continued swirling his tongue on your clit, clawing more and more into your thighs until you're dripping wet. You squirmed and tugged at his hair, begging for more, begging for him to keep going. "Please Anasui, p-please, I need more!!" You could feel a knot form up in your stomach, the sweet release from his torture so close, though he had enough. He needed you, and he needed you now.

Moving back, he looked up at you. His pink eyes mixed with a reddish tint, eyes dark and filled with uncontrollable lust. He gently put you back on your feet, getting up and slamming one hand on the wall next to your head. "Need me? Hm? Want me to shove my cock in, right here? Is that what you need, princess...?", he purred right in front of your face, sliding his clawed finger over your heat, teasing you and smirking with that wide grin that made your heart race. You nodded rapidly, pushing your hands against the wall behind you and leaning against it, trying to get a hold of yourself although you could barely stand. "Thought so..." , his grin grew wider as she used his claws to rip open your shirt, exposing your chest to him.With a satisfied chuckle, he reached down to pull his throbbing erection out, with the same hand that just caressed his beloved. You panted eagerly, looking down as his thick member sprung up. It really was huge... He turned you to the side, holding your leg up from under your knee and positioning himself right at your entrance, lubing it with his pre-cum. The feeling of his pointy tip prodding at your slit made your heart skip a beat. Slowly pushing in, he grunted as he tried to make his huge cock fit in, though that wasn't that easy at all. "Anasui, It-hah! It won't fit!", You cried out, feeling yourself stretch at the sheer size of your lover. Him being in heat doesn't make it any better, as he nearly grew twice his normal size. "Ngh.. C'mon princess, be strong and just Take It, won't- ah.. won't you?", he grunted, finally bottoming out with one harsh thrust into your core. He used his other hand to reach for your chest, squeezing and caressing it as he started thrusting into you. Using every last ounce of willpower he had, he made sure to not destroy you right then and there. "Y..you're so- f'kn tight.. God, Y/n, you make me go insane, you know that?" He kissed you, pushing his long tongue into your mouth and licking your lips that he showers with kisses every single day. You felt your insides flare up, letting out a loud moan with tears welling up in your eyes. It felt so, so good you thought, as juices were dripping from your heat onto the floor. He knew which spots to hit to make you go limp, and so he used his experience to thrust right into them. He put your leg down to push you against the wall again, holding you up by your hips and reinserting himself from behind, right into your abused, dripping pussy. Picking up the pace, he gripped you harder and leans foward, digging into you as deep as he possibly can. You feel yourself losing it, drooling and mewling at his rough pace, feeling him getting bigger inside of you every minute. "Y/n. I..I'm going to cum, and you'll take it all, right pretty? Do it for me my princess, I want you to- Nrgh...to take every last drop of me, okay?", he grunted under his heavy breathing, holding you in place and going even faster, chasing his orgasm while pushing you over the edge. You finally feel that knot built up from before again, screaming your lovers name as you cling onto the wall for dear life. "Y-Yes Anasui, I'm cumming too... Please fill me up!❤" His thrusts become more sloppy and erratic, and with one last hard thrust he cums, groaning loudly into your ear. His throbbing cock widens as he holds you tightly, pushing the knotted part at the base in, releasing every last drop of his hot seed into you and making sure everything stays inside. Your knees go limp as you feel him fill you up, looking back at him with a loving expression. "H..hah..Every... last.. drop..", he moves closer to you, kissing you once again while you both come down from your high. He smiles, peppering kisses all across your cheek. A while later, you both return to your apartment, Anasui worshipping the very ground you stand on and running you both a romantic bath. You're just so happy you helped him out, and undoubtedly, this is one of the most exciting times of the year.

Looks like you won't be getting any sleep tonight..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: EEE I can't believe this is my first ever fic!! I'm so happy I get to share this with you guys, let's make lots of amazing spicy memories together! Asks/Requests are always open, so feel free to request your favorite character x you!~ ❤

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brayneworms · 7 months

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love you (just a little too much) | jolyne cujoh

kinktober day seven: praise kink

word count. 4.6k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, smut, praise kink, cheating (jolyne cheats on her boyfriend with reader lol), reader is kind of scummy, obsession, childhood friends, mentions of drinking, gender-neutral reader, implied unrequited love, sub!jolyne + dom!reader, oral sex (f!recieving), pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, princess—all used on jolyne)

♩ serial killer - lana del rey

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Contrary to popular belief, Jolyne doesn't mind people knowing she's soft.

The others—particularly the ones she met at the prison, like Ermes and Anasui—think that she tries very hard to maintain a tough reputation, that she puts effort into her hard-as-nails routine that scares off the bad guys. And that's not to say it doesn't, but most people tend to assume that this means she spurns being seen as soft, or compassionate, or even girlish.

But you know better.

I mean, obviously you do. You've been at her side since you were both six years old, meeting on the playground of your relatively shitty elementary school. You remember burning asphalt painted with volleyball-court lines, arches cracked with flecks of black stone. You know every part of her, even the parts she maybe wishes you didn't.

And you've been in love with her for far longer. Longer than that waste of oxygen Romeo, longer than Anasui or Ermes. They can make all the assumptions they want, but you know the truth. Jolyne is soft. And she is sweet, and thoughtful, and loyal, and you know there is nothing she loves more than being reminded of it.

You remember the first time you watched her do her own makeup when you were thirteen years old. Sat in her bedroom, the teal walls and pink carpet, and you were too young and lacked too much taste to feel the nausea that the colours would later induce as your eyes grew more sensitive. You sat cross-legged on her bed as Mariah Carey blasted out from the stereo, watching Jolyne's reflection in the mirror. Her big emerald eyes outlined in messy dark liner, lips outlined in green.

Messy, but she liked it. And she whirled around, brandishing a tube you had no name for.

"Nah," you said flatly. "No way."

"It's just mascara, dummy," Jolyne sighed. "It'll make you look pretty."

"No, it won't."

"It made me look pretty."

"That's 'cause you are, dipshit." You pressed your spine flat against the wall, and as you watched, the skin of her cheeked flushed, soft baby-pink.

"You think?" she whispered, looking shyer than you'd ever seen her, and you felt your heart do something funny.

"Yeah. I mean, don't be weird about it." You bit the inside of your cheek. "Jolyne, you're gorgeous."

She made a strangled, squawking sort of noise and chucked the tube of mascara at you. It bounced off your head as you threw your body to the side to avoid it, and when you looked at her in disbelief, her face was scarlet and blotchy.

"You can't just say things like that," she whined, burying her face in her hands. "Although, feel free to say it again, I guess—"

"Idiot." Your own face burned. "You are not doing my makeup."

That was the start of it, you guess.

The start of looking at her differently, of watching her out of the corner of her eye; putting up her hair into a ponytail, applying lip balm with a careful pinky finger. You've been freinds for so long that you're comfortable changing in front of each other (you used to share baths, for fuck's sake), and suddenly you're seventeen and she's stripping off her shirt right in front of you and it's not innocent anymore. It's something else.

Of course, you're not the only one to notice. The way she sort of... glows when she enters a room. Other people do, and that dipshit Romeo with barely two braincells to rub together between the steroids and the peroxide, he managed to catch her eye. This hulking, seething jock who looked at you like you were a piece of shit under his shoe, who called you weirdo behind Jolyne's back (because he knew he'd catch a fist to the face if he ever did it in front of her).

"I know you want to fuck her," he growled one afternoon, after school, senior year. He crowded you against the wall of the locker room whilst you both waited for Jolyne to change out of her volleyball uniform inside.

"You don't even know what you don't know, you fucking prick," you snarled, staring right up into his eyes. Narrow pupils and bloodshot in the sclera.

"I've seen the way you look at her," he whispered. "You're obsessed with her. And I'm warning you, back off."

"Yeah, big boy?" A smile that was almost hysterical tugged at your lips. "Except you don't really want that. 'Cause you know if I left, she'd go right along with me without even looking at you. You're nothing, and you'll be gone soon, and I'll still be here."

Romeo laughed. "You're fuckin' crazy," he said wonderingly. "Are all Jo's friends this insane?"

"No. Not all of them," you said quietly. "But I am. I'm pretty insane. And you're going to ruin her life. I can fucking feel it. One day you're going to ruin her whole life, and I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"Romeoooo~" The singing voice soared over the thick tension. The two of you barely had time to step apart before Jolyne came sauntering out the locker room, her face alight in a pleased flush. Her eyes widened when she saw you, and she squealed delightedly. "You stayed!"

"I told you I would, dipshit," you said fondly, grinning as she launched at you and pressed a green kiss to your cheek. Over her shoulder, Romeo glowered.

"Wasn't I amazing?" she said cheerily, linking hands with her boyfriend and swinging their joined arms. Her eyes practically sparkled as she stared up at him, lips stretched in a perfect smile.

After a moment, he grunted. "Yeah, babe. Exceptional as always. That's my Jo for you, huh?" A kiss to her temple, and Jolyne squirmed delightedly.

Strictly speaking, you guess—you ruined Romeo's life before he could ruin hers. Not that he knows it. Oh, you want him to know. You want to throw the evidence in his face and make him seethe, all the while knowing there's not a fucking thing he can do about it.

It happens on Jolyne's nineteenth birthday. You hadn't seen much of her in the day, unfortunately—you'd gone for breakfast, which was tradition for the both of you. You drove her to Denny's and your plates were loaded with pancakes, bacon and syrup, drooling sticky piles of sugar that you scooped up eagerly, talking enthusiastically between bites. She was spending most of the day with Romeo—gag—but you'd see her at the party later.

It takes place at your house, actually. Jolyne's mom won't stand for that kind of stuff, and she's gracefully turning the other cheek to the underage drinking because she adores Jolyne. Her dad had sent a card that arrvied two days early, the inscription typically blunt:

Jolyne, Happy birthday. Sorry I couldn't be there. Be responsible and have a good day. Best, Dad.

"Best, Dad," she snorts derisively, tossing the thing dramatically over her shoulder. But she doesn't trash it. She never trashes the stuff from Jotaro. She keeps it all in a silver box under her bed like a shameful secret, and she reads them when she wants to cry but can't get the tears out. "What an asshole."

She goes home for a bit to get ready, and you prep the house for the party. By the time she comes back, hand-in-hand with Romeo, the place is already crowded. Projections of shapes and colours glide lazily over the walls, filming the bassy music that thumps through the mortar.

She looks fucking angelic, weaving her way through the crowds; she gives an excited little skip when she spots you slouched against the wall, halfheartedly entertaining some drunk guy. Jolyne rushes up to you, clasping your hands excitedly in hers.

"This is amazing!" she gushes. "It's all so amazing! Don't you think, Romeo?"

He barely grunts in reply. "Where's the booze?"

Jolyne's smile falters; something hard sets in her jade eyes, the kind of look that has your mouth suddenly dry. "Eh? Why are you being rude?" Her shoulders square, knots of hard muscle. "Y/n put this whole party together for me! This is their house!"

"Yeah, Romeo." An oily smirk slips over your face, unseen to Jolyne. A vein twitches in his temple over his lusterless eyes. "This is my house. How 'bout a little thank you?"

A spasm crosses his ugly face. "Fuck this," he growls, and Jolyne's jaw drops. "I'm sick of this creep trying to make me look bad in front of you. Jo, I'm leaving. Are you coming, or what?"

"You're joking." Jolyne's eyes are round and hard; an angry blush is starting to bleed across her cheekbones. "It's my birthday, Romeo."

"We'll do something," he presses, picking up her small hands hamfistedly; you bite the inside of your cheek at the touch, wondering if he even noticed the nails she got done especially for today, whether he even cared. "C'mon, Jo, I'll take you to dinner. That Italian place."

Jolyne's face screws up. "I don't like Italian food," she says, which is true. She doesn't like cheese or tomatoes much. Her favourite food is dark chocolate, actually, but if you're talking dinner than Thai food is a safe bet. She likes to make out that she can handle more spice than she actually can.

Romeo grows visibly frustrated; you slouch back against the wall, barely blinking, trying to bite back a smirk. "Anything, then. C'mon, Jo, I can't—I won't leave you here with this creep. Can't you see? Can't you fucking see how obsessed they are with you? It's fucking freaky!"

"Get out!" Jolyne screams. "You horrible pig. How dare you talk about them like that?!"

"You're so dumb you can't even see it!" Romeo yells, his voice starting to rise up over the music. Eyes shift, people turn; you can't have that. As much as you enjoy seeing Romeo squirm, this is Jolyne's day, and you won't let some roid-chomping ape ruin it. You slide between them, setting a hand on Romeo's chest and shoving him back—not violently, not really, you can't have Jolyne thinking you're as bad as him—just enough to make some space to breathe.

You're so close to Jolyne, her shoulder touches your back. You can feel her breathing raggedly, taut with fury.

"That's enough," you say, looking Romeo dead in the eye. "I know we don't exactly get along, Romeo, but I was willing to put that aside for Jolyne on her birthday. I'm sorry you weren't."

Romeo's face flushes slowly with purple colour. "You fucking—you—"

"Romeo," Jolyne says harshly. "Leave. I don't want you here."

His jaw clenches. "Fine! Fine. See if I fucking care." He spins on his heel and storms out, and you physically feel the tension in the air thin as the front door slams behind him.

You turn around immediately as everyone else awkwardly buries themselves in cups and conversations again. Jolyne's arms are wrapped around herself, staring at the floor. Genuine sorrow twangs deep inside you—you wonder, hardly for the first time, whether you would be this instigatory if she was with someone who actually deserved her.

A smaller, bitter part of you that you usually try to ignore insists that nobody really deserves her. Not even you. But you'll try your best.

"Hey," you murmur. "You okay?"

"H-how can he be so mean?" Her eyes are big and luminous as she turns them to you, shining with tears. Something deep inside you dies at the sight—Jolyne is rare with her tears. More often her intense emotions manifest as anger. You swallow, glancing around.

"Okay. Come on, let's get out of here," you mutter. You lead her through the crowded hallway and up the stairs, heading for your own room. The music becomes muffled as you shut the door behind you, blaring softly through the floorboards like you've dipped your head underwater. Jolyne sniffles, her eyes already drying; she knuckles at them dispassionately, smearing her carefully-applied eye makeup.

"What a mess... I ruined it all," she says, flopping down on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be stupid, dipshit," you say fiercely. "It's your thickhead boyfriend. God, I can't stand him."

"I know." Jolyne picks miserably at her nails. "Maybe he's not... as perfect as I thought he was. But I love him. I mean, I think I love him? Just not when he's like this."

"He's like this all the time," you deadpan, and Jolyne's lip quivers. You sigh, melting down to sit next to her on the bed.

"I don't know what to do," she sighs. "I thought everything was so perfect, and now..."

"Jolyne." Always her full name. You never presume to shorten it, to chip off even one perfect syllable. Every time Romeo calls her Jo, you feel your bones grate together. Like he can't even be bothered to remember who she is. There are thousands of Jo's. There's only one Jolyne. "You deserve so much better than him."

Her throat flexes when she swallows, glancing up at you between the wisps of her green bangs.

It's funny—you know Jolyne inside and out. Every molecule. And yet you still don't see it coming.

Her lips press against yours for the briefest moment, shy and tentative and they taste like aloe vera. You freeze up completely in shock, not even having the werewithal to blink, and Jolyne rockets back, blushing madly.

She waves her hands frantically. "I—hang on! I'm sorry! I shouldn't... I didn't mean to..." Her voice gears up for a wail. "I'm ruining everythinggg!"

"Jolyne!" You clamp your hands upon her shoulders, your pulse thundering in your ears. "C-calm down. It's okay. You haven't—you haven't ruined anything."

Jolyne's brows draw tight together. "I can't betray Romeo," she says, twiddling her fingers. "But I... I'm so fuckin' sick of feeling like... he never compliments me! Never! And tonight, it was my fucking birthday and he just blew me off! What a pig! I'm so sick of him sometimes, I just want to—to—"

Her soft, cold hands land on your face and she kisses you again, harder this time, with intent, and you feel every cell in your body come alive. You hardly believe it's real, but this time you're not going to waste even a nanosecond not concentrating. Your eyes slip closed and your hands move, dropping from her shoulders; one slides down her arms until it wraps around her waist, drawing her close, feeling her soft, toned body press flush against you. The other cups the back of her neck, cradling her like she's something precious. She is, of course. She's the most precious thing in the whole world.

It's overwhelming; it's everything you've dreamed of for the last six years or so, and even as it's happening it barely feels real. You feel the urgent need to make the most of it before you snap out of this dream, or Jolyne reverts back from the delirium that's cleared seized her. It's your chance, after all—to finally show her what someone like Romeo could never give her.

Your left hand slips unde the hem of her shirt, fanning out over the warm skin beneath, and Jolyne shudders. She pulls back from your lip momentarily, her eyes searching yours so intensely that your heart lurches.

"Isn't this wrong?" she whispers, as though she's truly conflicted.

Your free hand brushes a lock of her from her face. "Does it feel wrong?"

There's a moment of hesitation—you can see her conjure Romeo's face in her mind—and then she shakes her head. "It should feel wrong," she mutters, and your thumb strokes soothingly over the small of her back.

"Jolyne," you murmur, and you watch in shivering euphoria as her body shudders as your voice slips into something lower, rolling over the both of you like hot honey. "Lemme take care of you, okay?"

A painful dark blush melts over Jolyne's pretty cheeks. "This won't ruin anything, will it?" She keeps you pinned for now, not letting you carry on. So bold, your Jolyne. People like Romeo want to stamp it out of her. You can't even imagine it. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Jolyne," you groan. "Don't say stuff like that right now."

"Eh? Why?!" Her expression twists. "I'm just trying to make sure—"

"You're kind of having an effect, princess," you grit out. Jolyne stops short, her mouth working soundlessly for a few moments.

"Ha! Am I really?" she gushes, her eyes sparkling. "Let me see!"

"Wh—no!" You swat at her hands, cheeks burning. "Cut it out, dipshit. You'll..." You pause, weighing your words. "You'll see soon enough, anyway."

The smile slips off of Jolyne's face, replaced by nervous anticipation. Your heart beats at the speed of sound, jackrabbiting against your ribcage.

You shake your head, scrub a hand down your face. "Lay down, okay? I said I would take care of you, and I mean it." There's a spot of hesitation on her face before she cautiously scrambles up against the headboard, peering down at you sat at the foot of the bed. You strip off your shoes quickly before clambering on over her, fitting your legs neatly over her waist.

She bites her lip. "Y-you really wanna..."

In answer, you lean forward and tuck your face against her neck, breathing in her perfume. She shivers as you nose at the delicate skin, finally putting your lips on it like you've dreamed of doing, and she's just as receptive as you've always thought she might be, letting out a squeak before her head tilts up, baring her throat to you.

"So cute," you whisper, running your hands up her sides. She's small, but so toned—she works out a lot, and it's a unique kind of torture seeing her in gym clothes, all sweaty with her hair pinned up, heading for the shower. "God, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I—I do?" Her breath is caught, trapped. Her hands push under your clothes and skim over the flesh there, cool and clammy, and you shudder so violently that you inadvertently press yourself against her.

"You have no idea." You mouth at her neck almost frantically, sucking skin between your teeth, laving with your tongue, pinching lightly with your teeth before moving onto the next; dotting lines down her neck, collarbones, putting your teeth over the jut of bone and sucking. Jolyne moans, high and shivery, and the sound makes liquid lightning rush to the place between your thighs.

You curse your own impatience, too hurried to savour her like you really want. You reason that you'll have time, after, later, some indeterminable point in the future as you reach down and hike up her shirt, over her head, flinging it to some distant point in the room. Jolyne stares up at you, unabashed; why would she be? You know every inch of each other's bodies already. You smooth a palm from her sternum to the waistline of her jeans, through the valley between her breasts, and Jolyne groans, eyes fluttering shut. You can see the smokey green makeup painted over her lids, the clumps of mascara caught in the delicate lashes.

The flesh beneath your hand is soft, warm muscle. You happily think that she could break you apart if she wanted—but that's the really incredible thing about your Jolyne. She doesn't. She is capable of great violence, but it's never what she wants to do.

She's so, so special.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh; your pupils are probably heart-shaped by this point. "Oh, god—princess, you have no idea how bad I want you."

Jolyne shudders, pushing her hips up against you and you nearly choke. "Show me," she grunts, a challenge in her eyes. "Show me—please."

"'Course, pretty girl," you murmur, watching the flush climbs down her chest. "Anything for you."

Your hands move to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before you drag them down her thighs. Jolyne perks up and helps you shed them, and they too disappear into the nameless void, where everything but Jolyne ceases to matter even an iota.

Next goes her underwear; she wears boxers a lot, and today is no exception. Emerald-green briefs that you drag down her legs so clumsily that they end up dangling from one ankle. Jolyne sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, face lit up bright red as she watches you knead the flesh on her knees, her thighs. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the heat in your abdomen almost unbearable—but you can't even think of touching yourself. This isn't about you.

It's all about her.

You push her thighs apart, gently, and only now does some tension coil up in Jolyne's stomach, her breath shaking.

"It's okay," you remind her softly, and press soft kisses to her right knee. "It's me, yeah? You have nothing in the world to hide from me."

Jolyne's whole expression seems to melt into something dreamy, like she's home, and you could weep. A soft smile plucks at her mouth.

"You're right," she says, swallowing hard.

"'Course I am, pretty girl," you say lazily, skimming your lips against her inner thigh, a hint of teeth just to hear her gasp. "'Cause I know you, yeah? Better than anyone."

"Y-yeah," Jolyne whimpers, and your eyes practically roll back into your head at how wrecked she sounds already.

You prop your face on her inner thigh, gazing up at her dreamily. "Want me to make you feel good, angel?"

"W-well, obviously," she grunts, squirming her hips. You use your free hand to pin her down.

"Say it," you can't help but poke, watching as her blush darkens. "Say, I want you to make me feel good."

Jolyne glowers. "Eh... you're the worst kind of pervert, aren't you? How didn't I guess..." She throws an arm over her eyes. "I want you to make me feel good. Dummy."

Something intense and hot rolls over you as the words leave her mouth, and without another moment of hesitation you grab her leg, wrapping your fingers around one slim ankle and pulling it up so it bends. "Can you hold that there for me?"

Wide eyed and mouth agape, Jolyene reaches for her own leg to hold up, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

"What a good girl," you murmur, and Jolyne squeaks again; her fingers dig into the fat of her own leg, and she stares at you like she's hardly seen you before. There's something gratifying in that disbelief; proof that you're not the awkward thirteen-year-old you've feared she's always seen as you as. You're her equal, her soulmate, and you're both all grown up, now.

Some more than others.

You press your lips to her cunt and she moans, fingers scrabbling desperately to retain a hold of her leg. There's a soft dark thatch of hair that tickles just slightly as you shuffle down between her legs, using your fingers to spread her open. She's wet, and your mouth fills with saliva as you dive in, burying your head between her thighs. With her free hand, you hear her clap her fingers over her mouth to stifle the shriek she lets out at the contact.

The moment your tongue makes contact you know you're lost. Your eyes slide shut as your mouth works at her, feeling her hands slide into your hair and grip, hard, hard enough to remember that it's real. And that notion sends a whole new delirium rushing through you, until you feel literally high, drunk on Jolyne, your perfect girl and her perfect body. She tastes so good, practically addictive, and when her thighs tremble and squeeze around your head you think there would be no better way to die in the world.

She's saying something—choked, hoarse gasps of your name. You pop off her clit with a lingering suck, gazing up at her with a smile you can't quite remember to dial back. Jolyne's pupils are blown wide and dark, barely a ring of green surrounding them.

"It—it's so..." She squirms. "Please keep going."

"No worries on that front, angel," you murmur, sliding your hands under her thighs and pulling her even closer. "I'm gonna make you come for me, yeah?"

A hard shudder wracks her body. She never—it's so strange to hear such filth spill from your lips so easily. You're barely comparable to the friend she's known almost her whole life.

And yet—you are. This could be nobody but you. She doesn't know how she didn't see it before.

You dive back between her legs with unparalleled vigour, and Jolyne's head spins frantically. She's never felt anything like this. Romeo went down on her once in a blue moon, and before that had only been awkward teenage fumblings, sticky and awkward, never this—this worship. It's honestly the best word she can come up with for it. You look like if someone tried to pry you away from her right now you'd kill them without a thought.

The thought shouldn't make her shiver in pleased delight—and yet here we are.

Your tongue rolls over her clit, glides between her folds, presses in, and loops all over again until her hands are fisted in your hair and she's crying out against the muted blaring of the music.

"Fuck, fuck," she curses, blinking hard to try and stay focused. "Gonna come, I'm gonna c-come—"

"I got you," you moan against her, the vibrations sending a whole new set of jitters up her spine. "My girl, my good girl, c'mon, give it to me, I need it, fuck, I need you to come for me—"

Your lips latch onto her clit and suck once, harshly, and Jolyne comes so hard she feels her body separate from herself. Seeing stars has always felt like a dumb expression, but she swears white rockets across her vision, tears it open to perfect clarity. Her thighs clamp down on your head, hips rocking up against you as she shudders and moans through it, and all the while you keep your fingers on her, stroking slow and soft until she twitches from overstimulation. Her foot kicks out on instinct, catching on your shoulder.

She comes back to herself when she hears you wince. "Sorry," she says hoarsely. You just roll your eyes fondly and tap her ankle away.

You flop against her as she attempts to pick her breath back up. She can feel her own release dripping down her thighs and she looks at you, unexpectedly shy. It's surreal, but—but even as reality sets in cold as stone, she cannot quite bring herself to feel guilty.

You press a lazy kiss to the size of her bared breast, making her flinch in surprise. "Heh. You animal."

"Yeah," you agree readily, your voice hoarse with want. "For you, yeah."

Jolyne's eyes flutter. She doesn't quite know what to say to that, to any of this. Instead she swallows, looks around to try and get her surroundings. Your bedroom is intimately familiar—the dark walls, the posters, the fishtank and blinds and assortment of blue stringlights and lamps. Your room has always kinda felt like being inside an aquarium.

A lump settles in her throat. She's grown up here. You both had.

And though she knows she should get dressed and find her phone, although she knows she should call Romeo and try to cover up the hickies dotted haphazardly all over her throat, she can't quite bring herself to do it. Any of it. Because you'd made her feel more loved in twenty minutes than Romeo had in months.

So she curls back up next to you, jamming her head aginst your heart. She feels your breath hitch at the contact and squirms delightedly.

"J-Jolyne?" you say weakly.

"Shut up, dummy," she says as matter-of-factly as she can manage. "I wanna sleep."

"...Okay, angel." Your voice is soft, soothing. "Anything for you."

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Anasui headcanons because canonically he is my boyfriend

lets just pretend that jolyne in the gif is actually me

he 100% steals all of your skincare and hair care

which in turn means he smells really flippin good

a little girly, but who doesnt love a feminine man???

is WAY TOO ROMANTIC

which isnt a problem, but sometimes it can feel cheesy as hecc

which again, isnt a problem (at least to me ;) )

will steal your makeup and underwear as well

just know that he will take everything from you

if you wear a really nice bra and you're looking for it, the first place you should check is anasui's boobs because i guarantee this man took it

run your hands all over him pretty please because he will literally do anything for you if you do

will call you his deity/god/goddess

braid or run your fingers through his hair and tell him how pretty he is

he's like a cat, he just expects a lot of love at random moments

random, but i think he would have beautiful handwriting

always expect little gifts wherever. sure, it seems a little stalky, but like... it's anasui (tonberry, that's not an excuse smh)

he will appear out of nowhere and just press little kisses all over your cheeks leaving you with lipstick marks all over your cute little face

he will not stop telling you how beautiful are and how much he loves you

he literally names random things that he thinks are beautiful about you and whenever that happens, whatever insecurity you had before is chucked out the window

pinch his butt

just trust me

steal his clothes. revenge, baby

call him little names and he will do it back, but then it's just a roundabout of you calling each other hot names and then it turns into cringy little couple names

you dont care though, it's cute

like you'll be like, "hey baby, could you grab me a bowl from the cabinet" and he'll be like "sure, pumpkin, anything for you." "thank you, love." "anything for you, doll." "you're the best, cutie pie." "no you are, sugar loaf~" <3

just know that he will ask you to marry him 3 weeks into dating and you have to explain that it's not the time

and then end up marrying him anyway <3

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.

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soupbabe · 7 months

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Hey love!! We're moots, but I feel like we just don't talk enough and I literally LOVE talking to you! You bring me genuinely so much joy <3

And if you are taking requests, I'll take some Pucci fluff if you're down!

Hope you're doing well and being awesome as always <3

Pucci Relationship Headcanons

Aaaa same!! I love just popping into your asks and just (lovingly) annoy you with random one piece thoughts!! Very fun hobby tbh, you and anyone else is v open to do the same to me too!! <33 also since you didn't mention anything specific, I hope some basic fluff headcanons are okay!!

- Pucci is a very passionate, but reserved lover

- Like he's not all that into PDA, he isn't the biggest fan of pet names, but he shows his love in small details

- He takes note of everything you do, what you like and dislike, etc, and applies it all the time to the relationship

- Head empty only Pucci waking up early and packing you a lunch on the days you have to work !!

- He'd pair it with a hand written note too, detailing what he packed and how much he loves you!!

- Pucci isn't all that reactive, though I think a great sign of a flustered Pucci is him refusing eye contact and him trying (and failing) to hide a smile

- He gets embarrassed sometimes when you kiss him, especially in public. Doesn't matter where, it softens him up a little

- Pucci is a very serious guy, he has trouble letting himself relax. Having you around makes him less tense

- Oh he's definitely the kind of guy to believe in soulmates !! Like the concept of two people fated to be together is so up his alley

- Also thinking about sharing clothes with Pucci

- He's built himself a nice wardrobe and I can see him being a man that runs cold, there's bound to be some sweaters that you claimed as your own

- Even if you're too big or too small for his clothes, he's going to sneak in something closer to your size so you can still have that experience and be comfortable

- Don't confront him about it, he's gonna play stupid, and commit to the bit

- Affectionate gaslighting ig

- And the same applies to your clothes, I can see him wearing a shirt of yours underneath his uniform!!

- Pucci can be a lil sentimental. As a treat.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #enrico pucci #enrico pucci x reader #pucci x reader #jjba stone ocean #stone ocean #stone ocean x reader

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noaltbruh · 1 year

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um, 🍭 and 🍰 for anasui and weather report? congrats on 200 follows btw ^^

One of them is among my favorites in part 6, I would gladly burn alive the other.

Guess who's who.

On a more serious note- Of course! And thanks for the request :)

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🍭 How easy is it to fluster them?

When it comes to Anasui, it really won't take much to fluster him. This dude doesn't just love you, he's obsessed with you, which means that literally anything you might say to him will get him to turn all red and bashful.

To be honest, maybe you weren't even trying to flirt with him, he just interpreted your words in his own way and now he's all flustered even if it wasn't your intention in the first place.

It is pretty funny though, and also cute in a way. He'll probably go "awww stawwp" despite the fact that he'd dying to receive any sort of attention from you, especially this kind.

So if you're not very confident in your flirting skills, don't worry, you'll never have to worry about them not being good enough for him.

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Is...Is it even possible to fluster Weather?

To be completely honest with you, trying to affectionately tease him won't get much of a result most of the time. He doesn't really understand how flirting works, and is either confused or unfazed by most of your attempts.

Let's say, for examples, you were to compliment him more than usual. I can see him mostly just smiling and thanking you rather than blushing and such. He doesn't mean to be so detached, he can't help it. He thinks you're just being affectionate and nice, you are his partner, after all.

I could potentially see him getting flustered, but only on very specific and rare circumstances. When that does happen, Weather doesn't really...Understand what's going on? He just feels his cheeks getting warm and all of a sudden he's struggling to even look at you.

He'll probably try to go back to his usual composure as soon as he can, but he'll spend the rest of the day thinking about how... Interesting that felt.

🍰 How teasing are they? Do they often flirt with their S/O?

Anasui is a flirting bomb fr. Dude's teasing and complimenting you literally all the time you two are together, he's incapable of spending more than 3 minutes without praising or remarking something about you.

Now, quantity doesn't equal quality, and he's the living proof of that. With this man it's kind of a fifty fifty situation, he'll either come up with the smoothest compliment and flirting style humanity has ever witnessed, or the cringest pick up line ever that will probably make you burst out laughing.

When the latter happens, it's quite entertaining to watch, because your reaction will actually make him blush instead.

He's not afraid to get close either, and physical contact is actually one of his favorite ways of flirting with you, whether that'd be neck kisses or grabbing your waist.

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Weather IS good at flirting, but like, accidentally lol.

The thought of getting you bashful doesn't even cross his mind because, like I said, he doesn't understand nor know what it is or how it works.

I can see Anasui trying to give him some advice on how to flirt with you, but he wouldn't follow them because he doesn't trust his judgment in this sort of thing or at all

With that being said, this man will turn you red without even trying. He'll get very touchy and compliment you with no filters whatsoever. If he has something nice to say about you, he'll say it without thinking twice. Adding in to this, the calmness and and composure in his voice will make everything sound way smoother than he intended to be.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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As you wistfully stare at Jolyne’s childhood home through the passenger window of her car, you come to a very stark conclusion. “Jolyne, I’m gonna die.”

She turns the radio down, and you feel her palm come to rest on your thigh. “You’re not gonna die.”

"Your dad’s gonna kill me, and I’m gonna die.”

“My dad’s not gonna kill you.”

“Jolyne.”

You hide your head in your hands and she’s quick to move her hand to the back of your head, ruffling your hair. “Trust me, babe. My dad is not gonna kill you. You’re my first normal partner like, ever.”

She cringes thinking about her past partners and how they’d been completely off-putting in front of her parents. Like that one girl who called her mom a MILF at the dinner table or the guy who really tried to convince her dad to arm wrestle him (his insistence got old fast). Then there was that whole “rich dude trying to frame her for vehicular manslaughter” thing, and Romeo certainly wasn’t winning any brownie points in the parent department.

The bar is low, sure, but you’re amazing. The best partner she’s ever had, and Jolyne is eager to finally introduce you to her parents — no matter how convinced you are of your untimely demise.

“Babe,” she imitates your tone, leaning over the center console to bring her face closer to yours. “Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

You pull your head from your hands, and Jolyne fixes you with a gentle smile. “You won’t let your dad kill me?”

She pinches the plush of your cheek. “Nope.”

“And you promise chardonnay is your mom’s favorite?”

“I promise.”

With her reassurance, you finally huff, hand curling around the neck of the wine bottle that sits in your lap. “Okay, I think I’m ready now.”

At your words, Jolyne is quick to pull you close, smushing a dozen wet kisses across the expanse of your cheek. The last kiss, soft and saccharine, lands right on your lips. When she pulls away, her tone is honeyed as she assures you, “They’re gonna love you. I know it.”

And as you approach her parents’ door, bottle of wine in one hand and Jolyne’s in the other, you know everything is going to be alright, so long as Jolyne is by your side.

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multifandomthoughts · 2 months

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Sadness. Despair. Sorrow. Whatever you’d like to call it. That’s all that was left in your heart after your girlfriend Foo Fighters died. The world had been reset, and you were one of the only ones still present from the previous one. You and a child named Emporio.

Every day you spent without her, more agonizing than the rest. Everywhere you go, you’re reminded of her. Whether it be the giant slurpee cups from the seven eleven, or watching baseball on tv. You know you’ll get over her, you have to.

Eventually, days begin to get easier. Little steps in the right direction, doing more things around the house, and getting outside helped a lot. You won’t ever forget her, that’s for sure, but the pain of her death lessens, even just a tiny bit.

October rolls around, and it’s been an extra long and grueling day. Plopping down on the couch, you flick on the TV. Scrolling mindlessly, you stop on the classic movie channel. The original 1931 Frankenstein. Leaning back, you casually consume the film, not paying much mind to it. Until the titular reanimation sequence.

You don’t know what it is, but your eyes are glued to the screen. From death, comes life. Does this mean that it’s theoretically possible to bring back your girlfriend? Dropping everything, you run to your room to research. Even if it has only 1% chance, you’d do anything to bring back your beloved.

A thought pops into your head, however. What if she isn’t the same person you once knew? What if she’s the exact opposite, or doesn’t remember who you are? Shaking your head you try to push those thoughts to side, and continue to study. The optimism of success pushes you forward.

Onto the next steps, you visit the seaside closest to you. Wading into the ocean with your bucket, you scoop up a bunch of water, smiling widely. There, floating inside your bucket, was a multitude of plankton, visible to the naked eye. If you’re lucky, there’s probably even more plankton, that can’t be seen!

Returning home, you keep the plankton well fed, and in a tank until the next thunderstorm rolls around. Each day without a storm makes you more and more antsy, and you’re wondering if you should take the easy way out and use some form of electricity in the house.

Shaking your head, you decide to wait a bit longer. In your opinion, it would lessen the impact of your reunion, making it less heartfelt. In preparation for your experiment, you set up a makeshift pulley on the tallest tree you could find. This wasn’t Hollywood, not everyone is going to have a gothic lab in their basement.

Finally, the day comes. You can tell that there’s going to be a large storm by the air, it’s thick and heavy. Black clouds cover what once was a vibrant blue sky, for some people this would bring melancholy….but on this day, it brought hope.

Scurrying off to your workspace, you begin to dump the plankton in a large gallon bag. It’s not the most practical or logical way to store the creatures, but you figure that it’s the most convenient, as well as easiest to get out of.

Hoisting it in your arms, you scurry off to the makeshift pulley. Placing the bag of plankton on the makeshift wood ‘table’, you raise the mechanism towards the sky. Sitting below the tree, you hope with all your might that this experiment is a success.

Every time the lightning hits, you look up to discern if the bag is jiggling. Jiggling indicates that the lightning made direct contact, not just hitting the wood. After a few successful hits, you lower the pulley to see what had happened.

Nothing. No movement. Your experiment had been unsuccessful, as tears begin to flood your eyes. It was heartbreak all over again, but this time it was much more agonizing. Your sobs only get louder and louder, unaware of the sudden movement in the bag. Throat raw, eyes red, you only discover the sight in front of you once saltwater splashes directly on you.

Looking down, the colony of plankton had formed into the non-humanoid shape you knew and loved. As it squirms and attempts to get out, you stare at it, dumbfounded. Tearing the bag open, the creature slides out of it like grease on a wheel. They stare up at you, tilting their head as if they remember you.

“What happened to me?” They ask, and before they can receive an answer, you hug them with enough might to crush them. After getting that out of your system, you begin to explain to them how the world had been reset and that you were the only one to survive it.

Foo Fighters looks at you with what seems to be sorrow, and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Well, I’m glad that I’m back…to feel human again, to spend time with you.” Smiling widely, you can feel tears stinging your face. But this time, they’re happy tears. Something with a less than one percent chance of success, actually happened. As you cry, you can feel a slimy sensation coat your face.

Glancing over, you see Foo Fighters gently kissing your cheek and reaching their arms around you for a soft hug. Wiping your eyes, you look back into their eyes. Taking a deep breath, you suggest:

“I can’t wait to make a bunch of new memories with you. I love you so much, and I missed you so much…How about we find you a body, hm?” With that, you carry your reanimated girlfriend towards your home, to plan for the next steps, whatever they may be.

#jjba #jjba x reader #stone ocean #stone ocean x reader #foo fighters x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure

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nicofics · 4 months

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I’m absolutely begging for a Joylne x reader!! It can be whatever you want, I just need my beautiful wife to be written😩

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: spending new years with your girlfriend

notes: happy new years!! sorry that this is so short! cross posted on @jolyfics

you and jolyne were sat on the couch of your shared apartment. you both eagerly watch the tv, getting ready for the countdown for the new year. you sat with your legs stretched out across your girlfriends lap. you both had a bottle of champagne ready for last few seconds too.

“hey.. (name)?” jolyne spoke up, you switched your gaze from the tv to your girlfriend, you smiled at her.

“yeah? whats up?” she gave you a soft smile, you adored little domestic times like these. just simply sitting with the love of your life waiting to spend another year with her

“i just wanna say.. you made this year better for me. i’m glad you’re in my life, (name)” she spoke rather shyly. you leaned over to give her a kiss, she accepted graciously.

“i’m glad you’re in my life too, jolyne. i can’t wait to spend another year with you. you make my days better” she grinned at that.

“really?”

“yes, really” without a second thought she pulled your face closer to hers, pressing your lips together. after a few seconds of kissing, you both heard the countdown on the tv

“one! two! three!”

BANG jolyne cranked open the champagne bottle and poured out two glasses.

“happy new years!” you both said in unison, before giggling to yourselves.

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jolyfics · 4 months

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𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

anonymous asked: I’m absolutely begging for a Joylne x reader!! It can be whatever you want, I just need my beautiful wife to be written😩

summary: spending new years with your girlfriend

notes: requests are still open! feel free to send some in!! cross posted on @nicofics

“hey.. (name)?” jolyne spoke up, you switched your gaze from the tv to your girlfriend, you smiled at her.

“yeah? whats up?” she gave you a soft smile, you adored little domestic times like these. just simply sitting with the love of your life waiting to spend another year with her

“i just wanna say.. you made this year better for me. i’m glad you’re in my life, (name)” she spoke rather shyly. you leaned over to give her a kiss, she accepted graciously.

“i’m glad you’re in my life too, jolyne. i can’t wait to spend another year with you. you make my days better” she grinned at that.

“really?”

“yes, really” without a second thought she pulled your face closer to hers, pressing your lips together. after a few seconds of kissing, you both heard the countdown on the tv

“one! two! three!”

BANG jolyne cranked open the champagne bottle and poured out two glasses.

“happy new years!” you both said in unison, before giggling to yourselves.

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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jolyne's revenge.

request: how would jolyne react if her boyfriend reveals that he was bullied by romeo jisso during middle school?

# tags: scenario; current relationship; mostly drama; also fluff; flashbacks; nightmare; crying mention; mention of being bullied; angry!jolyne; rather sfw

includes: male reader ft. jolyne cujoh & romeo jisso in the background {jojo 6}

↘ You’ve been dating Jolyne for many years. It was a really good and supportive relationship, although it was obvious you both had your ups and downs. Together with the girl, however, you had a relationship based not only on love, but also on friendship, thanks to which you could always be one hundred percent honest with each other. Trust was the most important thing for you in the relation.

↘ You had quite a hard time in middle school. You didn’t cause any problems with your behavior, your grades were satisfactory (for you and your parents), and you could boast of two close friends and, of course, your pretty girlfriend. Even though you were in two different classes during the school period, you spent a lot of time together during breaks and after classes (usually in arcades or manga shops).

↘ Your greatest and only nightmare during your teenage years was the presence of Romeo Jisso in your class. The boy has been in love with Jolyne for a long time, and since she had an amazing relationship with you, this has resulted in a growing hatred towards you. Romeo bullied you often; pulled your hair, destroyed your pencils and crayons, insulted you in front of other people, stole your money and wished you all the worst – including breaking up with Jolyne.

↘ Fortunately, the middle school period passed quickly and as soon as you left the school walls, you could breathe in peace and deal with more pleasant things.

↘ A lot of time has passed since the end of that stage of education, and in addition this year was your next anniversary with your beloved woman. It was pretty crazy that you guys were still together with strong feelings and a friendly atmosphere. You even planned to move in together, but actually you spent the night together, sleeping cuddled up at Jolyne’s house (her father, Jotaro, surprisingly liked you very much).

↘ Unfortunately you had a nightmare that night; you couldn’t quite remember what it was all about... Romeo probably took Jolyne from you and laughed in your face as he cheered your ignominious defeat. It was awful, and yet so abstract that you didn’t know if it was real or not... You awoke from your sleep thanks to Jolyne’s voice. She touched your face and sweaty forehead. Your entire back was covered in shivers.

↘ “Are you okay, Y/N? You were shaking a lot in your sleep and you started to cry.” She said concerned about your condition, smiling slightly to comfort your worried person. You didn’t cry often, maybe while watching movies or when Jolyne gave you a birthday present. Crying in your sleep was new to both of you.

↘ “Nightmare.” You answered honestly, rubbing your face with your hands.

↘ “Want to tell me about it?” She asked, while offering the glass of water that always stood on the cupboard next to her bed.

↘ You thanked her and told her about your dream and also the past. You had nothing to hide from your girlfriend. Of course, you apologized to her for keeping it a secret, but you admitted that you were ashamed of it and preferred to remember middle school as a time of study and time spent with the green-haired girl. You laughed a little, but there was also some emotion. You told exactly what Romeo and his closest friends were doing to you, and when you were done you thanked for the water and breathed a sigh of relief.

↘ Looking at Jolyne, you saw the bloodlust in her eyes. It was the first time you saw her like this, and it was strange for you (a bit). At first you wanted to speak, but the girl hugged you and then stood up.

↘ “... Where are you going?” You asked, surprised.

↘ “I’m goin’ to kick that jerk’s stupid ass. Maybe it’s too late and he probably doesn’t remember what he did to you, but don’t worry. I will remind him of that.” She smiled sweetly and then put on pants and a sweatshirt. “Shall we go?”

↘ Your girlfriend was insane when it came to hurting those closest to her, but she was definitely the most wonderful person you had in your life and you were grateful that you could have a relationship with her.

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hello, it's me (Adele Style) aaa could I please request Weather Report with a S/O that loves stealing his hat? Like they think it's so fluffy and djdjdjsj🖤😭 thank you sm sm

Weather Report with an s/o who loves stealing his hat

notes - OMG THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE LIKE FR literally I couldn't help but do this it's so darn cute. Thanks for the request! ILY <3333

okay honestly when you started doing this he was a little annoyed

like he would just roll his eyes and snatch his hat back because that's his hat that he loves very dearly

except he starts hiding from you that he actually really likes it

you do it to him almost every day and that really makes him smile for the day, knowing that you'll always come back and do that

one day, after you think you annoyed him too much, you stop taking his hat

he gets a little concerned and asks if you're okay, which to that you say yes

he just tilts his head and puts his hat on your head

"I thought you didn't like me doing that" you teased

to which brought you a kiss on the cheek and him softly whispering that he loved when you did that before taking his hat back and walking away leaving you all flustered lolol

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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A/n: a lil different then my normal stuff but this beauty has a chokehold on me rn.

‘What was they laughing about? How can they sit there and laugh! And look so…so beautiful?!’ Anasui thought to himself as he laid on the slab of stone that is his prison bed, finding it impossible to fall asleep as his mind was preoccupied remembering the events the befell earlier that day; more specifically to the one where you were laughing so wholeheartedly at something Jolyne had said.

It drove him mad with the desire to be the one you laughed with, the one to make you laugh, to be within close proximity of you to the point where he could make out every shade that made up the colour of your beautiful eyes. Or to see all you deemed an insecurity within yourself and bless them with the same amount of love he’d give the rest of you, both physically and mentally.

His soul ached to hold you in his arms once more, infatuated with the feeling of you pressed against him when you almost fell down a flight of stairs mere moments after your first meeting the pinkette. Anasui was so hellbent on manipulating every situation to a degree where forced proximity was merely an accidental occurrence that shouldn’t require one to think the deeper intentions of.

So far he had managed to hold you of a total of two times and for you to hold onto any aspect of his body for a total of three. His plan was working but it was progressing too slowly for Anasui’s liking that he was starting to get a little antsy and desperate. After all it wouldn’t be long before you were in the arms of someone else, forgetting all about poor little Narciso Anasui. This reality wasn’t going to come to fruition, not if the aforementioned Narciso Anasui has anything to say about that because after all…

You were his

And he was yours. ❤️

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Ack Wait I'm Sorry I Realized That Last One Probably Falls Under Abused! Reader

Instead May I Request Risotto, Wamuu, And Anasui With A Male Reader Who's Generally Pretty Much The Stereotypical Beefy Boy Head Empty Himbo Simp MaleWife But Their Hobbies And Interests Are Incredibly Macabre And They Couldn't Read A Room Any Better Than A Book Upside Down And In Latin So Every Once In Awhile They'll Drop A Fact About Plauge, Taxidermy, Deaths And Mutilations Caused By Historical Medicine And Beauty Standards (Ect.) With All The Excitment Of A Golden Retriever Chasing A Tennis Ball.

Like Imagine They're Just Chillin On The Couch And Reader Just Goes "Ya Know, Theoretically If Scientists Spliced Ebola And Rabies We Could Have Genuine Real Life Zombies! Wouldn't That Be Wild?! :-D"

Wamuu, Anasui, and Risotto with a Morbid! Himbo! Male! Reader

This was so much fun omg omg and I love doing more Part 6 writing!!

Tagging: @devil-doll13, @michellenero

Wamuu

- I think he's having one of those "humans are so silly" moments when he's around you

- Like ugh he gets heart eyes when he listens to you recall to him ancient torture methods in detail and then immediately confuse sugar with salt

- He notices the way you light up when he recounts his tales of battle, how you cling to every word as he shares his brutal victories

- Absolutely thought about doing some training with you, give you a taste of what it's like to be a soldier like him

- You're definitely built like a warrior and have the guts like one, but he gets genuinely worried when you have any kind of sharp object in your hand

Narciso Anasui

- heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes you're the most perfect man to ever exist

- Like ugh he loves that you're so sweet and so big and he can share his most morbid thoughts with you!

- Of course they're all framed as hypotheticals, as to not put you off

- If anyone tells you "time and place" when you're talking, he's so giving them a dirty glare and encouraging the conversation

- Thinking about him on your lap as you ramble on about historic plagues, literally the most threatening couple in Green Dolphin Street

Risotto Nero

- You disturb him a little bit /lh

- He thinks you're the sweetest man to ever exist, you take care of him so well, but your knowledge of how to hide a body is concerning when you both don't work together

- But he'd be lying if he said he doesn't indulge you a lil bit

- Have you seen Risotto? Of course he's going to have a fascination with creepy things too, the venn diagram of your interests are almost a circle

- Head empty, only the thought of your shared living space being filled with jarred specimens and oddities you both found for each other