#the smut is on the way swearsies

[ms0milk]

rabbit rabbit

| maki x fem reader

a/n: halloween is my favorite holiday and i love my wife

cw: drunk fem reader, sober maki, teeny tiny mentions of a party, some biting, much pining (reader+maki aren't dating), author uses sorcerer wife to tease horny readers

(third year Maki & co. all characters +18)

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Your only job is to lean your chest into hers. That's it. Nothing fancy. Maki has two strong hands locked under your ass and a happy mouthful of your hair. You, on the other hand, can barely keep one arm wrapped around her neck. Not that it would make carrying you any easier– regardless of whether or not you cooperate Maki could always toss you around effortlessly enough.

You sink your face deeper and deeper into her shoulder. Try to keep your legs wrapped around her waist. Her rhythmic canter keeps you just on the right side of the battle between sleepy and nauseous.

“Oi,” she growls low and close like she doesn’t know any other way to speak quietly, “Still with me angel?”

Depth perception would be so lovely right now.

“Mak..d’call m tha…”

Your voice is muffled in the collar of her jacket but she hears you clearly enough. Weaving through quiet Tokyo back alleys, Maki hops a bit every now and then to keep you from slipping bonelessly out of her arms and into some glitter filled sewer grate. Shibuya is never her idea of a good time on Halloween, but Nobara insists every year. And this year she’s the only one that stayed sober enough to keep an eye on you.

“What are these supposed to be then?” Maki adjusts her grip under your thighs and traces the tip of your cheap feathered costume wings with a finger. You groan. She chuckles.

“Y’already know Mak, s..s’not funny..”

Your little plastic horns keep poking her in the neck.

“What? Your costume?

“N’one got it.”

Maki contains her laughter if only to keep you from getting sick down the front of her favorite jacket and presses her cheek into yours. Whether you know it or not you start swinging your legs which Maki can only stop by clamping down on them with her biceps before she continues, “You only let Megumi guess and he's never even seen a buffalo wing- you're too stubborn. Lucky you're so cute.” She's embolden by the idea you might not remember any of this in the morning.

Tucked away, she can’t quite see your face but she can hear your smile when you mumble, “..clever ‘uh?”

“Hm? You think you’re clever?”

You slur a mmhm into her chest and drape both your arms limply around her neck in victory, which only makes keeping her heart from bursting out of her ribs slightly more difficult than it already is. One of your hands fiddles with the hair at the base of her neck while she works to keep moving in a straight line.

One, two, three steps up the front entrance of the school and one more hop to keep you in her arms. Four steps to round the corner, six stairs up the front of the residence building, and what feels like a half marathon to the third-year dorms. Counting is the only thing that keeps Maki’s mind off of how furious Nobara's Kiki is going to be when she realizes her Jiji left the party early to carry the lightweight home. Her cat-ear headband has traveled halfway down the side of her face from your constant fiddling fingers and she’s not sure you aren’t chewing on it.

“Home again, home again,” she whispers when, finally, blessedly, the pair of you are standing in front of your bedroom door. She holds you up with one hand and cracks the door with the other, slipping inside quietly, “C'mon Y/n, bedtime.”

You take that as a cue to dismount and lean back in her arms, not too worried about how you’re going to stick the landing. Maki takes a panicked step sideways to sandwich you between her hips and the wall.

“S’bed..time,” you parrot.

She exhales, “Operative word being bed.” And folds herself back under you to peel you both away from the wall.

The heartbeat in her chest presses into your ribs and her breath tickles across your ear. Your legs dangle in the air. Her Halloween costume is just a flimsy excuse to wear all black, but you couldn’t help smiling into your drink all night whenever she struck a pose with Kugisaki for a photo. Devilish smirk and her hands pointed like ears above her head. Sometimes she’d poke her tongue out or flash a grin with her all-too-convincing fangs, and still always direct her glance to you even when you weren’t the one taking the photo.

Megumi got wasted quietly, but pretty immediately at the busy bar Kugisaki scoped out days ago, which meant Yuuji had his drunken hands full keeping his friend upright, and Toge had his hands full keeping the two of them from staring into each other’s eyes for too long. Lest they rip each other’s costumes off on the dance floor.

You can’t quite remember what Maki was doing tonight beside standing in a crowd looking sultry. Or keeping an eye on Nobara's glass when she left the group to dance with a boy or two. This can’t be a step up from booze-guard. Scooping you off a bar stool and carrying you home. 

“M’okay,” You grumble and think about slipping down the wall away from her. For a second you think you have, but you’re still in her arms against the wall when she leans deep into you– face and hair tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck– shoulders swallowing you into her chest– flat hands strong and broad against your back and under your ass.

“C’mere Y/n,” she growls again, “hold onto my jacket.” So you do.

Even with the lights off your room is clean enough for her to navigate to the bed without tripping. She feels bad about her shoes on your floor.

“Maki...I’m ok.”

If she hears your quiet voice in the breast of her jacket, she doesn’t let on. Is she mad at you? Her knees bump your mattress and she breathes again, “Final stop of the night.”

Is she mad at you?

Her stupid painted whiskers. Dumb sexy studded leather jacket and those fucking boots. Her sneaky, toothy, competitive, triumphant, arrogant grin. And her hands on your body. You don’t want any of that to be angry with you.

“Mak I–”

She migrates an arm under your thigh and hitches your legs to her hips when she leans into the bed so you don't just crumple.

“Maki..”

She presses you both into the swell of quilt atop of your sheets, chest to chest and hip to hip. When your back is flat against the blankets, she slips her hands away from your waist and moves to unhook your fingers from her clothes. You think she’s trying to sit up. You can’t see straight through dizzy drink and the fact that the lights are still off, but with your bodies so close like this you can slip your hands inside her jacket and bring them together around her. To keep her from leaving. She’s huffing some more, or maybe laughing or rolling her eyes. You don’t want to find out. You sneak your fingers under the loose hem of her shirt and drag the tops of your nails softly up her back. She shudders.

“Y/n,” she tries to shift free– tangled awkwardly on top of you and still somewhat on her feet– but you slid your legs up either side of her, high enough to wrap them around. They slip a little in your sloppy state, but find enough purchase in the meat of her thighs for you to squeeze her tight and close. She exhales a shallow breath, “Y/n, we gotta take your shoes off.”

She’s right. You roll your hips up to get your legs a closer together but you aren’t quite coordinated enough to nudge your own shoes off toe-to-heel. You give up.

“M’sorry Mak.”

This makes her chest rattle. With laughter or anger?

Your small voice swells her heart. The rolling of your body and press of your every inch into her tickles the back of her throat like a gasp. She feels your cold fingerprints mindlessly trace and scratch her bare skin and when you reach high enough, the touch sends a shower of goosebumps down from her nape. She’s sober and you’re safe, but she’s not okay. Do you realize that every time you breathe with her crushing you like this, you whimper a little?

She turns her head, in your silly tight grip, right against your earlobe to try and reason with you, “Let go.”

“Maki..sorry, I’m sorry.”

“What for?” she rumbles again and she’s smiling now against your cheek. You take a few seconds to form a thought and she passes the time by blowing softly against your ear to feel you shiver. She likes the way your fingers curl.

“..Maki I…” You’ve murmured her name tonight more than you’ve said it outright in the past week. You trail off into your thoughts.

“Sit up for me Y/n.”

You don’t budge, but you’re not heavy. Maki sinks to her knees so that her hips are level with your mattress, and your body, still wrapped stubbornly around hers, follows until you’re sat on your butt in bed and leaning upright against her. Your legs slip from her waist. Are you asleep?

With your cheek on her shoulder she’s able to get you free of your crushed and crumpled angel wings. Next your jacket– wait, Yuuji’s jacket, she notes– and your horns. Then your shoes. She reaches sideways as best she can without letting you fall off her shoulder and onto the floor, and pulls your sneakers off from the heel. You’ll be mad when you realize she wore her shoes inside and put you to bed in the clothes you wore out, but the idea of taking off your shirt with her own hands makes her head pound. Your skirt was already hiked up high enough for her hands to be full of ass the whole way home. She really did try to ignore it.

“s’bedtime Mak.”

“You read my mind.”

She cups your cheek in a warm worn hand and brushes her thumb under your eye until you raise your head. A string of drool pulls from your lips to her jacket and she only catches it because of the stream of moonlight that pours into your room when you stay up late enough to see it.

She shifts her thumb from your cheek to your chin and swipes once over your bottom lip to wipe away the spittle. You catch her. With your teeth.

Your eyes are barely half open and your fingers are still playing with the hem of her shirt– you couldn't even manage to touch your own feet together five seconds ago, but you somehow have enough coordination to catch her fingers in your mouth and hold them there. Saliva drips over your teeth and down her nail. Then it’s moist against her skin. Your mouth is hot and your breath is sweet and for a split second she wants to know what your tongue would feel like if she pressed a finger into it. To see if your mouth overflowed wet around it. She sits still and watches it flick behind your teeth, wishing it would just–

She flinches when your fingertips brush against her stomach, regaining sanity, “Nope.” She frees herself from your bite, “no, no.” And pushes you back onto your bed. She swings your feet up to follow the rest of you so that you’re finally horizontal.

You catch her sleeve this time when she gets too close and when she looks down to ease you off, you’re covering your eyes with your other arm. You shudder. She gives in.

Maki kneels next to your bed one last time, ignoring your messy hair that she’s too shy to tie back neatly, and the new dribble of saliva that she’s not going to try to clean again. You murmur her name into the crook of your elbow. Once, then twice, each time significantly less intelligible than the last.

She’s almost in the clear. You bring one of your legs up to get comfortable and flash the soft skin at the very top of your thigh. She tries to take her arm back, “C’mon angel, be good.”

Your fingers stiffen at the name. You curl deeper into your own shoulder and whisper, just on the cusp of sleep, “..mean..it.”

She leans in to try and hear you clearly, worried you’re feeling sick. But before she can speak you roll your head back towards her, eyes closed, lips parted, nearly asleep, and breathe, “Say it, Maki..”

“What?”

In a faraway part of her mind, she wishes you were this helpless a little more often. Even if it made her heart ache. She rests her chin on your bed when your hand finally goes slack and her arm is freed. She waits a second longer to see if you’ll finish your thought.

“Angel...Maki.”

“Say angel?”

She lets you trace your blind sleepy fingers up her neck and behind her ear and tries to melt into your fingertips. You’re not grabbing or clinging, just gently touching and she knows now’s her chance to leave but she’s too busy weighing the pros and cons of sleeping on your floor to pull away before you finish speaking.

“Mmhm,” your voice is awfully sweet, “say it like ya’ mean it.”

…

A pillow replaces her easily enough once you finally surrender to sleep. Maki clicks on your nightlight and stands soft guard for a second in the doorway while you wrap yourself limply around the pillowcase. You mumble her name again. It’s too quiet for her to hear. Or maybe it’s in your head. Maki, in a heavy leather jacket and bulky combat boots, holds her cat ear headband in clammy hands and watches you sleep for just a few more seconds before knocking her head into your doorframe on her way to a very long and very hot shower.

happy halloween-recovery day ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

#sfw #maki x reader #the smut is on the way swearsies #rabbit rabbit is what you say for good luck on the first day of the month! #and this obvi takes place on an early nov 1st morning

[mermurder]

Pretty Little Square - a Jotaro/reader fanfic

i was just a smal baby weeb when i wrote my last fan fiction but the time has come (aka i started watching jjba and hoe out for all the Joestars)

Basically reader is stuck watching Jotaro during detention and things get a little rocky. No smut or nothin’ (yet ;000) but there are some swearsies w/ one directed at the reader so theres that. like i said this is my first fan fic in many moons so is probably trash. Enjoy!

Being at school this late was really starting to creep you out. The empty hallways and classrooms had a very strange aura to them. Like you were in some horror movie. You’d usually wouldn't be here this late if it wasn’t for one of your teachers asking for your help. He had to watch over the kids in detention today but had to leave due to some sort of family emergency. At the last minute he begged you to stay and take their place and you couldn’t say no. As class president, he knew he could trust you to watch over the troublemakers. Actually just one troublemaker. Before he left he handed you a sticky note letting you know who would be coming. Jotaro Kujo was the only name written down. Would he even bother coming? You weren’t even sure what he was in detention for, this time at least. It didn’t matter, he’s done all sorts of things that landed him in hot water. Even almost gotten expelled a few times. If it wasn’t for his saint of a mother he would have been kicked out a long time ago. 

She was such a nice lady, when you and Jotaro used to pal around she treated you like her own daughter. You and Jotaro actually used to be really close. Before your parents divorced you lived in the same neighborhood as the Kujos. Even though you were children your parents teased that you and Jotaro were little lovebirds. In reality you just did the normal things kids used to do. Played in the playground and watched after school cartoons. You two stayed friends all the way until high school. That was when Jotaro changed. The normal, kind kid you grew up with turned into a cold and sometimes cruel person. Now that you were class president you denied ever even knowing him, worried your reputation would suffer if anyone knew you used to hang around with him. You’d never dare tell anyone you used to have a crush on him either.

You sighed and raised your hand to block the setting sun from getting in your eyes. You leaned against the desk in the front of the classroom, waiting. The watch on your wrist showed three fifty-nine PM. Detention started at four. If he wasn’t here by fifteen past you’d leave. You weren’t going to sit here when you could be home studying and applying for scholarships. The classroom door creaked open and you turned to look. Holy shit he actually came. Jotaro stood in the doorway. His hands in his pockets and hat pulled down to shade his eyes.

“Where’s Mr. Ishimura?” he questioned in his signature monotone. You pushed yourself off the desk. “He had something he needed to attend to. He asked me to watch you instead.” Jotaro scoffed and let out a quiet ‘whatever’ and walked over to one of the desks in the middle of the room. He plopped himself down in his seat and propped his feet up on the desk. Just an hour of babysitting and you could finally go home. 

You decided to take a seat at the teacher’s desk. Pulling a book out of your bag you cracked it open and began reading. It was a book about some female warrior destined to fight against evil and defend her people. Your friend pleaded that you read it so you could go with her to see the movie when it came out. Humoring her, you'd already gotten to about the middle. The protagonist was starting to fall in love with the bad boy who’d cast himself out of the village. He was gruff and flippant towards her. But she was drawn to his charms like a moth to a flame. Barf. Who would actually fall for his crap?

The sound of a can cracking open yanked you out of your thoughts. You peered over your book to look at Jotaro. You hoped he just opened a can of soda but this was Jotaro Kujo we’re talking about. He leisurely took a sip from his beer as his eyes darted back and forth across the pages of a book. Was it worth the effort to get up and ask him to stop? Exhaling through your nose, you got up and walked around the desk to stand in front of Jojo. He either didn’t notice you were in front of him or didn’t care. Probably the latter. “Jotaro.” you said, hands on your hips. No response. “Jojo.” Oops you didn’t mean to call him by your childhood nickname for him but it seemed to get his attention. He stared up at you past the brim of his hat. It felt like he was glaring daggers into you. “You know what I’m going to say don’t you?” There was a pleading tone in your voice. Maybe just once he would behave. To your surprise he held out the can to you loosely. You snatched it away from him and gave him a disappointed look. It was practically empty already. Turning away you intended to keep the can to throw out somewhere else, you didn’t want the janitors finding an empty can of beer and thinking you had something to do with it. There was still a small amount of liquid still in the can though. Without thinking you brought the can to your lips and chugged down what was left. Behind you a soft chuckle came from Jotaro. 

“I guess the rumors going around are true then.” He mumbled, not quite intending for you to hear but the silence of the room made it audible. You turned on your heel to face Jojo. “What do you mean?” You asked, equal parts insult and curiosity hanging off your words. He didn’t even bother looking up from his book. “Everyone knows that the senior class president isn’t as straight laced as she makes herself out to be.” Okay sure you had a habit of having a smoke or two after school. And sometimes you’d sneak your dad’s beers if you were up late studying. It wasn’t something you were proud of but it was true. There was nothing to be done about the rumors, it wasn’t the gossip that pissed you off anyway. “You’re one to talk.” Your words cut through the air like a knife. Jotaro’s shoulders tensed and finally for the first time in the past half an hour he’d been with you he looked you straight in the eye. Placing his book on the desk he stood from his seat, towering over you. He looked down at your tiny form. You’d forgotten how piercing his blue eyes were. “What's that supposed to mean.” Your words were sharp but by far his were more intimidating. What had you gotten yourself into?

A familiar heat grew on our face. It was embarrassing being called out on your words. But more than that you were angry. Bottling up how you felt about Jotaro would do you no good. He was here, he had no choice but to hear what you had to say. “I’m so sick of your attitude…” Getting the words out of your mouth was already hard enough, looking Jojo in the eye was impossible. Jotaro was silent. You had no idea what his reaction was but after a short pause you kept speaking. “I might have my own problems but you act like such a jackass!” Gaining more confidence you stepped back and looked up at Jojo. With his hands in his pockets he once again had his hat covering his face. It cast an ominous shadow over his eyes. There was no way to tell what he was thinking. But you could tell he was listening. You already called this giant man a jackass, might as well keep going. 

“You act like you’re better than everyone else, its so annoying. I hate it, everyone hates it! Everyone's too afraid to call you out because they're afraid you’re gonna kick their ass.” The hands at your side balled up into fists. “You’re just...you’re a completely different person.” The frustration you were feeling made it hard to form sentences but you kept firing off anyway. “I remember when we used to play together. You were so nice back then. You loved going to the aquarium and spending time with your mom. Now you act like a complete bastard to everyone! This tough guy act you put on isn’t cool Jojo. I used to like you…now I just wish you’d snap out of it and act right.” Barely audible you added one last thing. “I miss the old Jojo.” 

Years of hearing about Jotaro getting in trouble had manifested into anger about the person you used to know. In your freshman year together you sometimes day dreamed of what it would be like to be Mrs. Kujo. You tried to push the silly thoughts about your best friend down until eventually you didn’t have to. The two of you drifted apart. Jotaro became a delinquent. You became a good student and class president. Feelings of infatuation morphed into anger. You lost your closest friend and now he treated everyone like shit. Now is was all finally out. The impromptu vent session actually felt nice. But now you had to deal with the consequences. 

Before you knew it Jotaro was right in front of you and invading your personal space. He glared into your eyes and managed to trap you between his body and the desk next to you. He leaned down just enough to be able to be face to face to you. “Listen to me.” He growled through his teeth. “Just because our parents made us go on play dates doesn’t mean you know me like the back of your hand. I grew up, things changed. It's time for you to do the same.” He was close enough to you that you could smell the cologne and cigarette smoke on him. You were terrified but also strangely excited. “I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of me. I’ll do whatever the hell I damn well please. You have no idea what I've been through or what I’m going through. So you don’t have the fucking right to chew me out about how I’ve changed.” Your eyes began to water and you closed your eyes to prevent the tears from coming, in addition to turning your head away so he wouldn't see you cry. Just like you Jojo had one final thing to say. “The last thing I need is you mouthing off at me and acting like a little bitch!” He didn’t yell at you but his raised voice echoed off the walls of the room. It was enough to finally force tears from you. One or two streamed down your cheek and you felt your lip begin to quiver. You couldn’t figure out why this hurt so bad. You didn’t care about some loser like Jojo anymore. Right?

When you opened your eyes again Jojo was still in front of you but standing straight at his normal height. He looked down on you but he didn’t look pissed like you thought he would. He actually looked kind of sad. The words he said replayed in your head over and over again. The tears came quicker and your chest began to tighten. “Just... just get out.” you mumbled between sniffles. You didn’t want to be around him anymore or for him to see you cry. Though it’s probably too late for that. Jojo collected his things and obeyed. You looked at him as he walked out the door and he gave you a look back. After waiting a moment you let the tears fall as they pleased.

Detention ended early that day. You didn’t care. After that you never saw or heard from Jojo again. He would creep into your mind from time to time but you’d quickly try to think of something else. Now that you were in college you couldn’t waste time thinking about stuff like that. Sometimes you could swear you’d saw someone who looked just like him on campus, but there was no way. A delinquent like him probably ended up on the streets or something.

...Right?

#jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #reader insert