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Day 5: Admiring Holiday Lights, Jotaro Kujo

Warnings: Jotaro being emo, fluff, Americans

(_____) and Jotaro we’re visiting his Grandfather Joseph and Grandma Suzie in America. He really didn’t want to go alone and deal with Joseph. So he invited his lover, (_____), to go with him In which they gladly accepted.

But tragically for Jotaro his Grandma had pulled his s/o away to go shopping with them. Leaving him alone with the senile old man who planned to nag him all day long. The only thing to distract him was the snow that gave some comfort to Jotaro. After all, it reminded him of your stand. Hours passed and you still weren’t back yet. He was now sitting in the guest room alone and grumpy. Laying on the bed with his eyes closed, thinking of (_____) and how he wished they would just come back already.

As if a star heard his wish and shot by. (_____) came into the room with a happy sigh. “Geez, Jojo, your Grandma really knows how to shop. I swear we walked the entire state.” (_____)said as they threw their shoes off and jumped onto the bed next to Jotaro. In response he wrapped his arms around them and brought them close to him. (_____) chuckled, “I missed you too love.”

After a while of cuddling in a peaceful silence (_____)’s eyes light up. “Jotaro look!” They say excitedly as they point out the window. He turns and looks to see what they are so excited about. Lights. So many Christmas lights of all different colors and sizes decorating the city of New York. The pair sat up and watched. Jotaro grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around the two. Cuddling together they watched the magical Christmas lights until they fell asleep.

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Day 4: Making Snow Angels, Leone Abbachio

Warnings: Reader is sick, Abbachio is a sweetheart, sadness, fluffy end

The snow in Italy had brought team Bucciarati a welcomed winter vacation. Business and missions had been little to none as of late due to all of the snow. Everyone was enjoying it except for (_____) who had sadly gotten sick the day it started to snow.

”ACHOOO!”

“Geez (_____), I really do hope you get better soon.” Trish said as she dropped off (_____)’s medicine. “That makes two of us Trish.” (_____) said while they blew their nose. Poor (_____) was having the worst cold they’ve ever had in their entire life. As Trish left sadness and loneliness took over their thoughts. Now everyone has visited them. Everyone except the cold ex-cop they had a crush on, Abbachio. (_____) had asked the others about his whereabouts but none of them knew where he was. They hadn’t seen him all day.

Time flew by slowly for (_____), and soon the morning had turned into night. Just as they were about to fall asleep a snowball had hit their window, scaring them. Another snowball hit the window again. (_____) got out of bed and went to the window, opening it they heard a whistle. Looking down they saw Abbachio and Moody Blues. He gestured next to him and Moody Blues had finished making a snow angel. There in the snow was words;

“(_____), get better soon love ❤️”

Without (_____) realizing it Abbachio had gone inside and come up to their room. “Abbachio!” (_____) said happily. “Amore.” He said and helped them into their bed again. He took a seat next to them and had Moody Blues touch the tv to start to play something for them. There on the screen was a play they had been dreaming of seeing as it was going on a world tour. He had been gone all day because he wanted to record the whole play so he could show the one he loved.

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Day 3: Going Ice Skating, Caesar Zeppeli

Warnings: Lots of fluff, Joseph and Caesar fighting

It’s finally winter time in Venice. Yours and Caesar’s friends are in town. You all had talked and decided to go ice skating. Suzie Q and Joseph had come all the way from America and brought Smokey with them. Lisa Lisa and Messina were also there chatting away with Mr. Speedwagon while enjoying some hot drinks. Von Stroheim has sent a letter saying how his German science was having a major breakthrough in his research.

”Damn this wind is going to make me turn into a living popsicle.”

(_____) said as they shivered next to the skating rink. Suzie and Smokey were skating circles around Joseph, making him so mad he kept falling on his ass. Caesar skated over and stopped right in front of (_____).

”Are you going to come and skate, il mio fiocco di neve?” Caesar asked (_____). His hand coming up and brushing some snowflakes off of their face.

(_____) blushed slightly. “I… I don’t know how to skate..”

”You don’t know how to skate? Mama Mia, dont worry Amore I will teach you. Soon you can join me, Suzie Q, and Smokey skating circles around that stupid baboon Jojo.”

Caesar takes (_____)’s hands and leads them onto the ice. He holds them with care and watches their every move to make sure they don’t fall. Wanting to help them get their confidence on the ice. A bit of stumbling here and there and (_____) finally gets their confidence on the ice. Slowly Caesar lets go of their hands and watches them skate off.

(_____) was peacefully skating until Joseph whacked into them and sent them tumbling. They prepared to hit the hard ice but it never came. Opening their eyes (_____) saw that Caesar had caught them. He started screaming at Joseph as he sat (_____) on the ice gently. He then took off after Joseph and roughed him up a bit. Caesar soon came back and picked (_____) up bridal style. He carried them off the ice and sat on a bench with them.

”Are you hurt anywhere?” Caesar asked in a quiet voice as he checked over their ankles and knees.

”No, I’m fine Caesar. Thank you for worrying, it's sweet of you.” (_____) said. Caesar sighed and grabbed their hand. He put it against his chest over his heart. “You don’t know how worried I was when you started falling.” Slowly he slid their hand up his chest, his neck, and then finally resting their hand on his cheek. “Mi fai sentire come se stessi per morire se mai fossi triste o ferisci il mio caro.”

”Caesar..” (_____) stands up and drags Caesar back onto the ice. “Skate with me.” He only nodded and smiled as he skated with them. The pair went circle after circle around the rink, smiling and laughing. (_____) reached up and kissed his cheek. Caesar's eyes widened and then he smiled softly. Cupping their cheek he brought them into a kiss. It was short and sweet, resting their foreheads together.

”Oooooo~! Caesarino, when's the wedding~?” Joseph teasingly asks, pissing off Caesar. “JOJO!!!” He yells and chases Joseph once again. Leaving (_____) behind laughing. Suzie skating up to her with a coy smile. “So (_____), Joseph is right when is the wedding”

”SUZIE!!!”

Translations:

il mio fiocco di neve = my snowflake

Amore = love

Mi fai sentire come se stessi per morire se mai fossi trustee o ferisci il mio caro. = you make me feel like I’m going to die if you ever are sad or hurt my dearest.

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Day 2: Building A Snowman, Jean Pierre Polnarareff

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, Iggy being Iggy

Snow. Snow had been the last thing you would’ve thought you would see during your trip through Egypt to get to Dio. But here you were, sitting in the hotel lobby as it snows outside. A stand user had of course been the cause of this phenomenon. And of course Jotaro beat his ass. The enemy stand user had told us that the snow wouldn't stop for at least the rest of the night. Mr. Joestar was talking with Avdol while Kakyoin and Jotaro were talking amongst themselves. Iggy was keeping you company by the fire by sitting on your lap.

Out of the blue Polnarareff came bolting into the lobby and b-lining it to (_____). He stopped in front of them with a huge smile on his face.

”Come with me mon amour, I have a surprise for you!”

He excitedly said as he grabbed their hand and pulled them up. Knocking poor Iggy off of their lap and onto the ground. He yelped and growled at Polnarareff, but the man kept dragging (_____) with him outside. The cold air hit (_____)’s skin like they ran into a wall. But he kept pulling them, he pulled them until they stopped in front of two snowmen. One looking like Poll and the other looking like (_____).

”Do you like them chérie? I modeled them after us!”

He said proudly with a smile. Iggy then came out of nowhere and farted and peed right on snowman Polnarareff’s face. Polnarareff cried out in shock and anger and then chased the mouth around in the snow. (_____) laughed and went over to an empty spot. After a while Polnarareff came back over to (_____).

”Do you like them chérie?”

(_____) asked Polnararff. Standing before them were two new snowmen that not only looked like the both of them but looked better than his.

”I do, but why does my smile look like a squiggly line? I don’t smile like that.”

”Oh yes you do.”

(_____) said as they kissed his cheek. The smile that he was complaining about was now on his own face.

”Now come on,” (_____) started as Iggy jumped into their arms and they linked arms with Poll. “Let’s head back inside and warm up by the fire.” The two love birds, plus the lovable mutt (in (_____)’s eyes), sat by the fire and warmed up

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Day 1: Snowball Fight, Josuke Higashikata

Warnings: Fluff, Sneaking out, multiple endings

It had been snowing for who knows how long in Morioh. School had been canceled and your parents didn’t want you going anywhere. They kept saying;

“Oh (_____)! Don’t go outside, it's so damn cold. You’ll freeze like an ice pop!”

Your Mother would say while your Father would only just nod along. So here you were, stuck in your room, listening to the neighbors kids happily play. Time felt slow and like it wasn’t moving. That was until something hit your window.

Bam

You look over and see a snowball has hit your window. Thinking one of the kids had hit it you ignore it. That is until another one hits it again. This time you go over and open the window. The cold winter air hits your skin, sending a chill all over your body. Then..

Bam

Another snowball, but it had hit you in the face. Frantically you wipe it off and hear laughter. Looking down you see Jouske Higashikata. A proud smile on his face and another snowball in hand, ready to throw it if needed.

”What the hell Jouske?!?!” (_____) yelled down at him. Some snow stuck in their eyelashes.

”Why aren’t you out here yet? It’s a perfect snow day.” Jouske replies, tossing and catching the snowball in his hand.

”My parents won’t let me.” (_____) says with a sigh. Leaning against the window sill.

“Damn, that sucks.” Jouske says, kicking the snow an idea pops into his head. Smirking he says. “Well come down anyway.”

”What?! Are you crazy? My parents are downstairs right by the front door watching cricket!” (_____) yells at him.

”Exactly.” Jouske says. “So come out your window, I’ll catch you.”

(_____) contemplates his idea for a while. Taking a deep breath they run to their closet and put on their winter clothes. Carefully they stand on the ledge and close their window. And as soon as they close it they slip off the sill, falling from the second floor. They’re caught by Josuke as their momentum knocks them both into the snow. Laughing it off they head out together. The two walk together for a while. Admiring how the snow has made Morioh look like the small town in a Christmas movie. But all that was soon destroyed by Jouske who had pushed them into the snow. He laughs but doesn’t see (_____) grabbing his leg and pulling him into the snow as well. Soon they start to have a snowball fight between each other.

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Platonic Ending:

The two friends ended up walking all the way to Tonio’s. There they bumped into Okuyasu, Koichi, Yukako, and Shigechi. The friends all started talking and they ended up having a snowball war between each other.

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Romantic Ending:

The two ended up next to each other, their stomachs hurting from so much laughter. Soon their laughter died down and they gazed up at the winter sky. (_____) reached over and gently brushed some of the snow off of his hair. Jouske blushed as (_____) did this. Shyly Jouske grabbed (_____)’s hand. Soon he gets up and leads (_____) to a coffee shop where they get some hot chocolate together.

Hello this is my list of fandoms I write for, my rules, and how to request!

When you request please use the emoji list to request what you want, and if you have specifics please add those as well, and if you want please add the pronouns you would like me to use. The more details the better!

!I do not do nsfw or any extremely explicit things!

🌸- Fluff

🌼- Platonic

🌹- Romantic

🥀- Angst

🍄- No Specific Fandom(scenario or which characters would do this in my opinion)

🏳️‍🌈- LGBTQIA+

☁️- Headcanons

🌊- Image(s)

🪐- One Shot

The Fandoms I Write For And Their Master List(s)-

Live Action Movies/Shows:

-MCU

Nothing yet

-X Men

Masterlist

Anime/Manga:

-Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure(currently only 1-6 because I’m trying to find where I can read part 7 and 8, but I’m currently reading part 9)

Jonathan x Dio Fanfiction 🏳️‍🌈🥀🌸

-Ouran High School Host Club(I haven’t read the manga fully yet so for now I don’t write for characters that haven’t appeared in the anime)

Nothing yet

-Fairy Tail and Fairy Tail: 100 year Quest

Fairy Tail x Fullbuster Naruto Reader 🌸🌼🌹🥀☁️

Lucy Heartfilia x Male Reader 🌸🌹🥀🪐

-Naruto

Nothing yet

-One Piece

Mother Of One Piece MASTERLIST

-Hunter X Hunter(I haven’t read the manga yet, but I plan to.)

Nothing yet

-Demon Slayer

Nothing yet

-Attack On Titan

Nothing yet

-Kamisama Kiss(I haven’t read the manga, but I plan to)

Nothing yet

-Snow White With The Red Hair(I haven’t read the manga, but I plan to)

Nothing yet

-Black Clover

Nothing yet

-Haikyuu!!

Nothing yet

-Blue Lock

Nothing yet

-Record Of Ragnarok

Masterlist

Video games:

-Genshin Impact

Kaeya x Reader One Shot 🌸🌹🪐

-Pokémon

Nothing yet

-Stardew Valley

Nothing yet

-Honkai: Star Rail

Nothing yet

-Twisted Wonderland

Nothing yet

-Obey Me

Nothing yet

-Tears Of Themis(I just started playing the game so heads up)

Nothing yet

-The Arcana

Nothing yet

-Fictif(some but not all of them)

Nothing yet

Novels/Manhwa’s:

-The Remarried Empress

Nothing yet

-How To Get My Husband On My Side

Nothing yet

(I’m considering writing for more Manhwa but I dont know which ones)

Events!-

2024 Christmas Event

real asf!!!

just letting everyone know that if i had to get initiated into bucciaratis gang by drinking abbacchios piss, i’m drinking every drop straight from the tap!!!

abbacchio my baby☹️👩‍🍼👩‍🍼

Bucci Gang x Reader: How they act when they have a crush

CW: fork stabbing, Trish being a meanie 🥺, spoilers(does that still matter???)

Notes: Hey I decided to do a Bucci gang version of this prompt! I hope it doesn’t seem too rushed: it was supposed to be out BEFORE Valentines Day 🥴 oh well better late than never. 💜 Beryl

Bruno

When the love bug bites Bruno, he holds it in for the sake of professionalism and your safety. To the best of his ability of course.

He gets very protective and uses you missions sparingly. And when you are needed, he is there as your partner. He refuses to let anything happen to you, not just as your Capo but as your secret admirer as well.

He’s the king of chivalry when it comes to you. Of course he takes great care of his team but with you he takes greater care as if you’re as fragile as glass. He opens the door for you, pulls your chair out for you, pours your drinks first, and holds the umbrella for you and demands you stay under it—he doesn’t want you to catch a cold!

He planned on keeping this a secret and just moving on…but ever since that life changing revelation with The Rolling Stones, he must tell you one day before he perishes. He doesn’t want to leave this world wondering what could have been.

Giorno

When Giorno realizes that he has feelings for you, he doesn’t act any differently. But…your days suddenly become a little brighter. You’ll find your favorite flowers addressed to you from a secret admirer. You’ll see friendly stray cats/dogs follow you home from seemingly nowhere. You’ll find your favorite dessert in the fridge for you at the restaurant you all hang out at. So many different things that you can’t explain happening to you without any reason other than to make you smile.

Just being friends/coworkers and watching you from a distance to see your happy face is enough for him. Right now that is.

Abbacchio

When you melt this ice cold goth heart, he’s in denial and he refuses to address it…for a while. He gets jealous easily with seeing the other boys(just Giorno) being around you and interacting with you.

He’s going to swipe you away from the blonde saying he can’t be trusted and demand that he be put on missions with you. He says he’s all about “the mission” but when it comes to your safety, he’s going to put you first! He won’t say it but he definitely does. How many times can you count that he shoved you out of the way from the enemy’s grasp? 20? 30? You should really pay more attention!

Mista

This guy can’t keep a secret no matter how hard he tries. He tries to be a little more hygienic…mainly use more cologne and use deodorant. 🤦‍♀️ He’s tries to be smooth and tries to hit you with a nice pick up line but it he ends up botching it, leaving you in stitches. It’s not what he intended to do but making you laugh works too! He’ll try to refrain from asking weird questions during dinner time. The last thing he wants to do is gross you out and ruin your meal. Trish already thinks he’s gross and he doesn’t want you thinking he’s gross too. He’s a simple guy and will take things slow. He’ll continue to try and woo you simply by being himself, and if you’re meant for him you’ll fall for him in time.

Narancia

This pure boy wears his heart on his sleeve. When the single brain cell in his head signals that he’s in love, he can barely contain himself. He gets very needy and clingy around you!

He wants to do just about everything with you. He wants to have missions with you, eat meals with you, hang out with you, shop with you, study with you…well, if you call him staring at you and not at the book studying. Fugo is running out of forks you know, you should stop distracting Narancia!

Fugo

It’s pretty obvious that this nerd likes you. His face is always red and he can’t stop stuttering when he tries to talk to you. He’s the smartest member of the group but when it comes to relationships and friendships in general he struggles.

No matter how uncertain he may feel, he’ll do everything to get in your good favors! He wrangles his temper to the best of his ability, (usually by dragging Nara outside where you can’t hear him screaming and beating up the poor boy) and whatever you have a difficult time with or if there’s something you want to get better at, he’s quick to volunteer to be your tutor! Don’t worry if you get any answers wrong, he wouldn’t dream of ever stabbing you with a fork! He has nothing but praises for your hard work and effort.

Trish

When this spicy girl gets a crush on you, she starts to act a bit…spicy. She’ll get annoyed every time you talk, and complain that you’re being annoying. 🥺

She’ll complain about everything even though she, of her own FREEWILL will sit next to you…At the restaurant , the car, the plane, and the sofa. She’ll say you’re sitting too close too her and you’re touching her. Your perfume/cologne is too strong, your music tastes suck, and whine whine whine—-she “doesn't like” you yet she’ll fall asleep and lean on your shoulder like you’re the comfiest pillow ever.

She’ll stop being a little ass and address her feelings eventually.

SCREAMING JUMPING WITH JOY SPINNING AROUND AAAAAAHAHHSHDJFJ ABBACCHIO I LOVE HIM AAAAA

perfect (abbacchio)

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content (18+): nsfw, oh he hates you...

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a tune for you: not another song about love (hollywood ending) lol

Moonlight trickled through the open shutters, the alabaster rays of soft light highlighting the room in uniform streaks, interrupted only by the glow of the monitor in front of you. Map after map, tab after tab, click after click, you persist, shuffling through the information as your eyes strain to continue looking at that damned screen. It had been hours – no, days – trying to figure out where this hideout was, and to no avail, a previously unwavering hope staring to dim with every new dead end. The work usually becomes intoxicating when you sink into it, the circuits of your brain firing with dedication and grit, attention usually unwavering. But it was something about tonight; your mind wandered, shuffling through memories like a filing cabinet, searching for some kind of answer.

You never understood why he hated you so much. What had you really done?

It wasn’t as if you were useless, or a delinquent. Undertrained? Perhaps, you could admit that, but your Stand had only awoken a few months prior, after first meeting Bucciarati and Polpo. Since then, you had been nothing short of dedicated. So why?

You rub your eyes, quickly realizing the futility of being caught up on such uncontrollable things. More important was the map in front of you. Of course.

A gentle knock causes your head to snap in the direction of the nearby door, the emptiness of the room creating a hollow echo.

“Come in,” you call curiously, checking your watch. 10:30.

Bucciarati peeks his head around the door with an appreciative and knowing smile, his hand lingering on the door’s handle as he steps into the room.

“Thought we’d check on you,” he starts, now walking towards the desk. “Any progress?”

We?

You tense slightly as you see Abbacchio follow behind Bucciarati, his unreadable eyes scanning the room for a moment before falling on you.

“You should really turn a light on in here… You’re going to kill your eyes,” Bucciarati says, leaning over to snap on the lamp perched on the desk. The unwelcome brightness causes your eyes to flutter shut for a moment before readjusting with a sigh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you mumble softly with a nod before turning back to the screen. “As for updates… I can tell you where the location isn’t. No progress on where it is, though.”

Bucciarati hums softly, clearly disappointed as his hand moves to his chin in thought. Abbacchio, on the other hand, makes a sound that can only be described as a grumble, before looking away from the screen.

“Not even a general area?” Bucciarati eventually asks.

“Well, depends on how general you’re looking for,” you reply, gesturing to the map. “I’m certain it’s among these streets, however, it’s probably too large to survey. It’s just… a lot of data to go through alone… Sorry.”

“You need another hand?”

“Well,” you tilt your head in thought. “I guess someone else would help… I think alone I can finish in another few days, but it might be quicker if someone else is available.”

“Abbacchio,” Bucciarati speaks, standing up straight and turning to the man beside him. “Help her tomorrow.” Abbacchio scoffs, waving his hand for a moment before replying.

“She said herself she can do it alone,” he retorts, expression hardening with his mumble.

“She also said it would be faster with help. The quicker we know the location, the quicker we get paid. Now,” Bucciarati continues, placing a hand on Abbacchio’s shoulder before turning to walk out of the room. “Both of you can discuss a plan for tomorrow, and then seriously, go to bed. It’s unhealthy to be working so late.”

A light smile tugs at your lips as you nod, grateful to be nearly done for the day. Abbacchio opens his mouth, as if to protest, but quickly closes it and looks away, nodding with a slight huff as Bucciarati leaves, closing the door behind him.

“So,” you clear your throat nervously, shifting the desk chair to the side before turning back to the monitor. “Really what I need is you to read these files, and-”

“How long is this going to take?” Abbacchio interjects in annoyance.

“I… I don’t know. I mean, if you read fast, a couple hours. Just scan the police reports and tell me where the units were in each of them. I’m trying to triangulate the location,” you explain calmly, trying to soothe your beating heart.

“Fine,” he crosses his arms, standing up straight, narrowed eyes darting across your face.

You nod again, standing up from your chair awkwardly as you put the computer to sleep. Quickly organizing the papers sprawled out on the desk, you try to relax your tensed shoulders, secretly hoping he’ll leave, saving you the trouble of having to engage in small talk. And again, with the quick switch of the lamp, the room is left in eerie darkness.

Much to your surprise, he lingers, body rigid with agitation. He clears his throat as you stand up straight, though you want nothing more than to walk out that door, mere feet away from you.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t want to be doing this either,” you nod and speak quietly, trying to be reassuring as if he expected you to say something.

“Don’t. Just, don’t,” he snaps, his voice strained. It was though you could feel his temper slowly running out. You nod, eyes suddenly finding the carpet very interesting as you wait for him to leave the room.

“Why do you have to apologize all the time,” he mumbles, almost under his breath as he steps towards the door.

“What?” you reply, though quickly regret even speaking.

“You always apologize for no reason,” he turns to you, words almost coming out as a growl. “It really pisses me off.”

“Oh, um, I’m sorr-” you pause, swallowing nervously before correcting yourself. “I mean… I’ll avoid it in the future.”

“Why?” his question lingers in the air, and in the darkness, you swear you see him step closer.

“I… I don’t know, I just feel like you’re always angry at me,” you whisper the last few words quietly, as if almost afraid to admit it.

“You don’t know why?” he scoffs, mindlessly cracking his knuckles. “You never react to anything…” his deep voice drops further, each syllable accentuated with irritation.

You take a meek step back, your hands meeting behind your back as you look up at him. Pursing your lips, ridden with anxiety, you can only wonder what exactly you’re doing wrong.

“God, why can’t you just be a normal person? Even now,” he rolls his eyes, stepping closer to you. “You’re too damn respectful even when you shouldn’t be. It’s infuriating…”

“I’m… too respectful?” you tilt your head to the side, confusion peeking through your nervousness. “Should I not be-”

Something in him seemed to snap, your words interrupted as he pushes you back into a nearby wall, firmly holding you in place by your shoulder.

“You’re too quiet and agreeable, all the time,” he spits with anger, his body pressing closer to yours. “It’s as if nothing can make you angry.”

His breathing grows heavier, dark eyes looking down at you as he tightens his grip on your shoulder, his other hand clenching into a fist at his side. You’re trapped, his hips nearly touching yours, your back pressed tight against the wall, the palms of your hands sweating against the paint.

“I…” you begin to studder, the words getting lost in your throat as you look up into his eyes.

He leans forward, his face now inches from yours, etched with anger and irritation, yet somehow… conflicted.

“You never get mad, or raise your voice…” he mutters softly, voice still dripping with frustration.

His other forearm moves beside your head, further restricting your movement and encasing you further against the wall. You can feel his hot breath against your skin, noticing the way his eyes travel across your features and down your body.

You were sure he could hear your heartbeat, the way it raced like a drum, pounding almost painfully at your ribs, the sensation growing more powerful as the seconds passed. His eyes meet yours, his gaze now unwavering. He’s so close. Impossibly close.

“It’s like you’re… perfect. It drives me insane,” he mumbles, voice barely a hushed whisper, the soft brush of air tickling your cheek.

“W- what?” you breathe in shock, eyes searching his face in the darkness. “What do you-”

“Shut up,” he grumbles firmly, his eyes flickering down to your lips in the darkness. His grip on your shoulder was tight, almost painful, as his other and traveled down towards your face.

Silence permeated the room, broken only by the mingling sound of deep breaths. The heat of your bodies nearly pressed together was overwhelming, and his hand on your shoulder was like fire through the fabric of your clothes. You search his face desperately, your vision subconsciously drawn to his lips, which softly part.

Suddenly, his expression softened, more than before and only slightly, as if the last of his anger and frustration had begun their transition to something new. Something more dangerous.

Within a second, his hand gently releases your shoulder, fingers lingering on the seam of your shirt before wandering down your arm, his touch light and tantalizing. His other hand now reaches towards your cheek, pushing back a strand of hair and slowly caressing it with his thumb.

“Tell me to stop…” he whispers again, almost desperately now, his vision clouded with urgency and desire.

The words catch in your throat, if there were any words in the first place. You can’t reply, or rather, you don’t know if you want to. Inhaling sharply at his tender touch, you can’t seem to look away from him, your body frozen in an unfamiliar blend of anxiety and yearning.

“You should… You should stop me,” he insists, his hand now moving to your waist, pressing you further against the wall.

But you can’t.

God, you want to. You want to leave and forget this confusing interaction ever happened but the more you look up to his lips the more you feel yourself melting into his touch. He hates you, and you know that, but something about it makes your chest tighten.

It’s conflicting; you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

He felt your breath hitch, and in a second he was kissing you. It wasn’t smooth or gentle, but rather like a crash of waves, his teeth roughly colliding with yours in desperation. And how it was filled with frustration, as if you both resented it but couldn't stop.

His hand found your scalp, pulling your head back and deepening the kiss further as his tongue finds yours. God, you hated it. Hated the way he tasted so sweet, hated the way his hand ran up your body, hated the way you wanted him so badly, as if starved for his touch.

The kiss grows hungrier with every passing second, unbroken even as you both struggle to breathe, mind and body focused only on the sensation of his touch. You feel yourself grow lightheaded, breaking away for only a moment to gasp before his lips crash against yours yet again.

You’re drowning in the sensation of him, stars dancing along the sides of your vision as your hands move to his chest, fingers sliding gently across the opening of his shirt. He groans, the sound swallowed by the proximity of your lips, just as he shifts his grip to your waist, pulling you closer into him.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel your hips press against his, your back instinctively arching and eliciting another desperate sound from him. He whispers your name against your lips, tone laced with agitation and need as he grinds his hips against yours, pushing you further against the wall.

“Abbacchio-” you whimper back, only to be silenced as he plants a wet kiss just below your jawline.

“Just… be quiet,” he grumbles, lips grazing your neck before he rests his forehead against the wall behind you. You hear his breaths coming in uneven, chest heaving up and down almost tumultuously. He sighs, and you feel his grip tightening in your hair, the tug making you wince slightly.

Gently, you run your hand further up his chest, fingers brushing along his collarbone and neck before settling in his hair. You feel him shudder under his touch, his hand on your hip tightening as his fingers dig into your skin.

“S-stop,” he hisses softly, swallowing a groan caught in his throat. “I’m trying to…”

You bite your lip, trying to control your own breathing. He’s right; you shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s far too late for reason and restraint. You continue to run your hand through his hair, coaxing another soft groan from Abbacchio who presses his head further against the wall.

“You… you’re too…” the words seem lost in his mind, his shallow breaths growing more erratic as your palm feels his racing heart, his forehead pulling back from the wall. “Too… perfect.”

With the final husky word, his lips find yours again as his hand tugs your chin up to meet his mouth. It’s different from before: just forceful and passionate, but with an inexplicable affection, conveyed by the way his hand traces along your jawline, thumb softly caressing your cheek as your lips continue to move against his.

Your arms wrap around his neck, tenderly pulling your body closer to his without breaking the kiss. He responds almost immediately, both hands moving to your hips as he moves you into him, grinding himself against you.

Your breath hitches as he continues, shifting his thigh between your legs and granting you more friction. He rocks you back and forth, upper body still pressing you against the wall.

One of his hands moves around your hips, running along the bottom of your thigh as he tugs your leg up, hand fingers resting along the inside of your knee and pulling it to the side of his body. His hips move against yours again, the newfound angle drawing more soft moans from your lips.

Those sounds were his final straw, his other hand immediately grabbing your other thigh and pulling you off the ground and against his body. His lips never leave yours, the kiss growing deeper and more desperate as his patience wears thin, evident by his bulge now pressed against your hips.

He pulls you away from the wall, now urgently stumbling towards the desk which you had left, hands kneading into your skin. Your body feels as though it’s on fire, the feeling of your back being slammed onto the desk barely registering as your senses focus on the friction between your legs as Abbacchio grinds down on you.

He quickly lifts a hand to haphazardly shove aside the assortment of office supplies and technology hindering your ability lie flat, the monitor in particular making a crashing sound as it hits the wooden floor. He pulls you by the front of your shirt back up to him, your mouth smashing against his so hard and desperately you swear it’ll leave a bruise tomorrow.

His forearm rests gently on the desk beside your head as he situates his body between your legs again, tugging you down so your hips are flush with his own. He lets out a soft moan as you wrap your legs around him, the feeling of his muscles tensing on top of you leaving a shiver running down your spine.

“Off, now,” Abbacchio’s deep voice commands with fervor, already beginning to tug at your shirt. You barely have time to lift your arms as he strips it off of you, tossing it to the side with surprising forcefulness.

Without wasting a second, his hand slips under your bra, cupping your breast and making your breath catch in your throat. He uses his other hand to tilt your head back against the desk, now nipping at the sensitive skin below your jaw.

Your body is taught with desire, the feeling of his hand beginning to press and squeeze your skin only heightening the sensation. Your back arches as you feel his hot breath against your neck, his free hand moving behind you to unclip your bra.

As it falls to the side, he pulls back for the first time, eyes roaming across your body with appreciation and an undertone of frustration. His chest heaves as a soft sound catches in his throat, eyes eventually trailing up to meet yours in the moonlight, pupils dilated with hunger.

“Perfect,” he grumbles under his breath, the flattering word spoken with a hint of vexation. You open your mouth to speak but are silenced by the feeling of him unzipping your pants, already pulling them off of you, with your underwear quickly following behind.

You gasp as the cold air hits your skin, heightened by the feeling of him spreading your legs once again. He settles between them, leaning over you with a forearm beside your head, his hand beginning to stroke the hair along your scalp.

His other hand drifts downwards, touch gentle and light as he teases his way along your sternum and stomach. You swallow in anticipation, eyes looking up at his as you bite your lip, silently praying that he can see how badly you need him without having spoken a word.

His gaze grows hazy, his eyes shutting for a brief moment as if controlling himself, before his fingers finally travel lower, right where you want them.

He lets out a soft gasp as he feels you, before mumbling something incomprehensible under his breath. As he begins to move his fingers against you, you find your head digging further back against the hard wood of the desk, your hand coming up to grip his shoulder.

Softly, he slips a finger into you, his knuckles curling gently to find the right spot. You gasp soft and squirm under him, your fingers digging more tightly into him. His other hand quickly finds its way to your chin, his elbow still resting on the table as he jerks your head back to face him, his eyes staring deep into yours.

“You’re going to look at me,” he whispers demandingly before his finger begins to move in and out of you, his thumb shifting to press against your clit.

You moan softly, eyes squeezing shut as you shiver in pleasure; his grip on your chin tightens as his fingers pause yet again.

“I said, look at me,” he hisses, his breath tickling your lips. You slowly open your eyes again, meeting his gaze as your body shivers in returned anticipation.

He continues his ministrations, fingers now moving quicker and deeper inside of you as you force your eyes to remain open, studying his features: the slight parting of his lips, his darkened eyes, the flush on his pale cheeks.

It’s now that you can really see the effect you’ve had on him, even in the low light. His eyes are half lidded, desperate and needy but somehow still frustrated. The soft purple of his lipstick is nearly gone from his lip, the edges smeared messily like watercolors.

You gasp as he pulls his fingers out of you, trailing up your folds before resting on your lower stomach. The emptiness almost hurts, the aching in your body returning as you crave more of his touch.

His lips quirk into a smirk, the expression almost feeling belittling as you lie beneath him, your naked form contrasting his fully clothed one.

“Please,” you whimper softly, biting your cheek in embarrassment as the words leave your mouth.

He scoffs slightly, pushing off of you as the smug expression remains plastered across his face. You sit up, watching as he removes his belt, the sound of metal hitting the floor almost electrifying, the anticipation nearly drawing a sound from your lips.

With an almost evil tantalization, he begins to strip, removing each piece of clothing slowly and with intent, eyes never leaving yours. He watches carefully as you study him, watching as his toned muscles contract as he moves, traveling down just in time to watch him tug at his own boxers.

His demeanor is different now, the anger and desperation from before morphing into a possessive dominance. The boxers drop to the floor, pooling at his ankles and leaving him completely exposed to your wandering eyes.

His weight is on you again within a mere second, his bare skin pressing against yours, the heat of your bodies mingling as he captures your lips into another kiss. You moan softly, indescribably desperate for him as you wrap your legs around his hips again, tugging him closer against you.

Sounds of pleasure fill the small room as he rubs against you, grinding his hips against yours, a final tease before the main show. Your pleading whimper is followed by a breathless beg, the words swallowed as he continues to kiss you with hunger.

He finally positions himself, his hand moving to your hip as he holds your body in place, lips not breaking apart from yours. Gasping against your mouth, his forehead presses against you as he finally slides into you in a single, fluid motion.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, the sensation growing more intense as he begins to move against you, the weight and motion seemingly pushing you further into the desk. Unable to stifle the string of moans that fall from your lips, your hand finds the back of his head, gripping desperately into his hair as your breath caresses his face.

“F-fuck… fuck you,” he whispers, voice cracking in passion as his fingers tighten around your hip, sinking further into your skin. He continues to thrust into you with the smoldering passion of pent-up frustration, movements desperate and disheveled but leaving you a crumbling mess beneath him. It’s electrifying, the feeling of his skin on yours, the sensations of his hands along your body, desperately grasping at you as if he can’t control himself.

He shifts his hand from your hip, running it down to your thigh before hoisting your leg up, hooking your knee around his shoulder. Without giving you a second to adjust, he thrusts harder into you, the new angle sending your head lulling back into the wood, your hair tangling as you squirm and gasp.

Your hands grip desperately at the desk, fingers finding a series of files and feeling them crumple under your forceful touch.

As one of his hands rests on your thigh, keeping your leg held over him, the other wanders across your stomach and up to your chest, giving your breast a squeeze without disrupting the erratic motion of his hips. He groans your name softly, over and over, the words spilling out like a familiar stream, as if second nature.

You feel the pleasure beginning to culminate, the heat building as his hips continue to snap rhythmically forward.

“Don’t… don’t you dare… not yet,” Abbacchio commands through shallow breaths, his pace never faltering.

“I’m- I can’t… I can’t,” you gasp softly, body taught with tension already as you balance on the edge of release, trying desperately to hold on.

He pulls out of you, not even giving you enough time to gasp as he grabs you by the waist, flipping you over on the desk. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel your chest hit the wood and your feet hit the floor, your hands instinctively reaching out again, desperate to hold onto something.

A quiet grumble of need fills your ears, paired with the sensation of fingers tracing along your spine, traveling down before gripping your hips.

You hear a deep sigh before feeling the sensation of him slipping inside you again, your trembled moan filling the silence of the room. He wastes no time, already beginning to move again, arguably with more force than before.  

He presses his palm down into your back arching your back further and causing a string of curses to leave his lips. Your eyes screw shut and your fingers grip the edge of the desk, unable to focus on anything other than the heat continuing to build in your body, seemingly freezing your other senses.

You can’t take it anymore; the sounds of his groans, only growing louder, in combination with the sensation of his hand now grazing across your body, nearly sends you over the edge.

Another gasp catches in your throat as his hand slips under your body again, his finger slipping between your folds as his hips continue to snap against you. His touch is firm and slightly careless, clearly inebriated by pleasure.

“You… you’d better…” Abbacchio’s mumbling grows more desperate and incoherent with every passing second, his pace speeding up as his finger continues to move against you.

His name rolls of your tongue, becoming louder and more husky as you reach your climax, your body shuttering softly against the desk and seemingly directing him through his release as well. His hips slow, body almost collapsing on top of yours, his chest now pressed against your back and leaving you pinned against the desk.

He sighs softly, head almost nuzzling into your hair as his hand finds the side of your waist, caressing it gently as he continues to lie on top of you. You hear his breaths subsiding, the rising and falling of his chest against you growing less erratic and more peaceful.

You swallow, blinking as you catch your breath and begin to relax against the wood, the weight of his body on yours offering a strange sense of contentment. His free hand glides up your arm, fingers tracing along your skin before reaching your hand. He slides his palm up your wrist, eventually intertwining his fingers with your own before rubbing tender circles along your skin with his thumb.

You’d hate to break the silence. And what could you even say?

Perhaps it is better to appreciate the moment for what it is, with the cold moonlight now a dim flickering through the shutters, his warm breath against your neck, a feeling of drowsiness tugging at your serene consciousness. Whatever feeling of frustration, pent up feelings of lust and passion that were feeling before, seemed to melt away with the night. This current feeling, the lingering intensity of emotion and sensation, alongside the tranquility and silence of your surroundings, could only be described by one whispered, frustrating, and even desperate word.

Perfect.

Its so good🤭

Triangle

Fem Virgin Crusader!Reader x Jealous Jotaro… and Kakyoin (characters aged up to 20’s!!!)

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, loss of virginity, jealous awkward asshole Jotaro.

‼️Minors/ageless blogs dni!!‼️

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Jotaro hated himself. He cursed himself every day. Why did he choose to be so stoic and distant? When you joined the group, he instantly had feelings for you. You were the most gorgeous creature he ever laid his eyes on. But, as if you were a wild animal - or was he the wild animal? - he never got too close. Never showed his feelings. He should’ve known that would be a mistake.

You were left “available,” Polnareff and Kakyoin in particular using their charms on you and flirting almost constantly. You would smile and blush and coyly soak up the attention. It made Jotaro sick. But things got so much worse one night while staying at a hotel. Jotaro had woken from a fitful sleep and stepped out on his balcony. He then realized Kakyoin was nowhere to be found. In the night he heard a woman moaning breathily, gently sighing profanity.

Peering to his left, he saw you, sitting on your own balcony, a graphic scenario taking place. Your silky robe was opened, exposing your soft looking breasts in the moonlight. You sat with your legs opened, the redheaded man kneeling between them, lapping up at your entrance. Jotaro’s heart began to pound as he watched your back arch in the night, your body tensing as you whimpered a shaky, “Nori.”

Jotaro dashed back inside, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted you to have seen him or not.

The next day, you and Kakyoin were noticeably closer, staying near each other even more than usual and brushing hands. Jotaro had never felt so repulsed. What else had you done with that damn cherry licking bastard? Did you suck him off, too? Let him fuck you? Did he take your virginity?

Jotaro decided everything would change, starting tonight.

When making new rooming arrangements, he argued that you should not be rooming alone, given the danger. Kakyoin quickly spoke up to offer to stay with you, but Jotaro didnt let him get a word in edgewise.

“I don’t sleep very deep, I can stay on watch for her.” With that he grabbed your arm and pulled you along with him, practically tossing you into your room.

You were confused by his actions; why was he so adamant now?

Now that you two were really alone together, he felt his heart race. Was he… nervous? Any nerve he had to confess to you or kiss you was gone. Vanished. He awkwardly stalked off to the bathroom, but before he shut the door he heard your sweet voice ring out, “Thank you for staying with me.” You had figured you should be grateful to him at least. Without a response he shut the door.

He immediately began showering, thinking about his overwhelming feelings and his new plan. Did he tell you he liked you? Loved you? Wanted to fuck you? All of the above were true. The warm water running down his body helped him calm himself and his wild thoughts. He still hadn’t gotten that visual out of his mind: you, in pure ecstasy, because of Kakyoin. It made him so fucking jealous but it turned him on so much. Remembering how your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, your heaving chest, your rosy nipples… he looked down and saw his cock was now rock hard.

Without hesitation he grabbed hold of it, pumping furiously. He imagined the visual over and over again, and how your sweet moans had filled the night air. He finished embarrassingly fast, cum dripping down his hand and mixing with the steaming water. God, he felt pathetic. There he was touching himself to thoughts of you when he could just go in there and take you himself.

As night fell, you both wordlessly got into your separate beds to sleep. He cursed internally that you weren’t wearing whatever gorgeous silk robe you had on the previous night. After half an hour, you rose from your bed, thinking Jotaro asleep, and went into the bathroom. When you emerged, you had changed into the very silk robe he’d been thinking about, and sneaked towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Jotaro’s accusatory voice startled you. You slowly turned around, holding the robe very close to you. “U-um… just for, um…” your mind blanked for an excuse.

Jotaro stood from his bed, coming towards you. His aquamarine eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness into you. “You were going to see Kakyoin, weren’t you?” he interrogated. You nodded slowly. “Is it that obvious?”

Jotaro stopped his advancing when he was very close to you, towering over you. He simply cursed, “Lucky son of a bitch.”

Your eyes widened. You finally figured it out. He was jealous. If only he knew. If only he knew how you felt, how conflicted your heart was. You loved Noriaki dearly, he drove you insane. But, like a whore, you couldn’t shake your attraction to Jotaro. He never gave you the time of day, but you secretly wanted to be railed by him just as bad.

You stayed still, hoping he’d make a move. You both simply stood there in the dark, looking at each other. You finally broke the silence by slowly opening your robe, revealing that you were completely naked underneath. Jotaro’s facial expression remained calm but you swear you could see him blush even in the darkness. You raised a finger to your pussy, gently rubbing against it. Faint wet sounds were easily heard. You parted your lips and stated quietly, “I’m so wet.”

That was it. Any fears or awkwardness Jotaro had about pursuing you, it was gone. He grabbed your body, pulling you into him as he kissed you frantically. You moaned out, both surprised and passionate. Jotaro placed both arms underneath your backside and picked you up, not breaking the kiss, as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to his bed, tossing you down as you both caught your breath.

He laid next to you, panting slightly both from the deep kiss and from his heightened feelings. You sat up and hovered over him, smiling as you opened your robe more to show him your breasts. You shoved them against his face, him craning his neck up to meet you. You felt his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking, causing you to let out a moan. He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, before breaking away.

He swapped your positions, getting on top of you and pinning you down. He gently ran his fingers across the silken robe, that for some reason drove him crazy. You grinned, “Nori bought it for me… he gave it to me last night… and he made me come on his mouth…”

Jotaro’s jealously flared up briefly, immediately asking, “Did you fuck you? Did he have you? Did he penetrate your sweet hole?”

You grinned again, “No… I promise… no one has ever had me that way,..”

Jotaro suddenly felt an uncontrollable rush. He ripped his tank off and hurriedly removed his boxers. You meanwhile began to remove the robe, but he stopped you. “No… leave it on… I want to take you in it… fuck you in what he gave you…”

You felt yourself get even wetter. You pulled the loose sleeves back up and eagerly awaited what he would do to you. As soon as he was naked, he dove down between your legs, eliciting a gasp from you as his tongue darted out and started searching for your sweet spot. After a few seconds you breathed, “Oh yeah right there, right there,” and he moved his tongue in every which way in that spot. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes as he finally got to see what he wanted. Your pretty face, all overwhelmed and contorting, because of him. Not Nori. Him.

His cock was achingly hard but he didn’t want to fuck you yet. He had to prove he could be as good as Kakyoin- no, better.

Your moans got needier and you finally, quickly, orgasmed right into his waiting mouth. He swallowed down your juices like it was nectar. He moaned as he felt your thighs clench around his head. You cursed and moaned until you had completed your sweet, sweet, climax, relaxing your body.

Jotaro quickly came back up to you, giving you a wet kiss that let you taste your own fluids. You grinned and licked your lips, saying, “It tastes so good from your lips… almost as good as off of Nori’s.” You knew that would drive him crazy, and you were right.

In an instant he flipped you over, sliding up the robe to uncover your ass in the air, as he pumped his cock in preparation. You whimpered in anticipation as you braced yourself for his entry.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his size. You practically yelled as he slowly went in, and it suddenly occurred to Jotaro that Kakyoin might be able to hear you from his room next door. The thought made him feral, deciding he would hear you.

Once he was in he began to pound into you, causing you to squeal and moan. “Say my name!” he demanded. You sighed and cried out, “Jotaro!”

Jotaro huffed. Being balls deep in your tight pussy, your round ass for a view, hearing you scream his name while his rival likely heard? He was ready to cum already.

But no, he wanted it to last. This was too good to stop already. He pumped slower, hearing a sigh of relief from you. It was nice, savoring your wetness and tightness, listening to the lewd, wet slapping sounds and your labored moans. God, you were like his own personal pornstar.

But you were more than that, too. He loved you, cared about you. And from the way you so willingly gave yourself to him, he was guessing you felt the same. He had his whole life to savor you. That was a nice thought.

And with that thought came the sense of urgency again- if he had forever, why not rush it now? He began to pound again, making you moan. He gripped your ass tightly, thrusting incessantly.

“Oh fuck! Oh! Jotaro!” you cried out as you felt your second orgasm of the night. It washed over you as you spasmed and shivered. Hearing your climax pushed Jotaro over the edge, his thrusts faltering as he came inside you, filling you up. Once he was finished, he pulled out of you and laid next to you, exhausted.

You both caught your breath and you laid your head on his chest. Only now did he look down and see the little bit of blood mixed in with your bodily fluids, the sign that he’d taken your virginity. He looked over at you and you gave him a tired smile. He confessed, in his usual gruff tone, “Good grief, I think I like you.”

You kissed his chest and replied, “I think I like you, too… but I also really like Nori… I think I like you both… do you think I can do that, like you both, I mean? I love your personalities, your words, your bodies… I cannot decide.”

Jotaro wasn’t expecting you to say that. He was jealous again for a moment - he thought after what you two had done you were automatically his - but his jealousy faded when he realized what you were really saying.

You did love him. Your feelings for Kakyoin didn’t change how much you liked him, or the meaning of what you shared. You were a horny, naive girl in her 20’s, still figuring it out. Who cares if you liked two men? Who cares if you wanna have fun with both of them because you truly care? He had gotten what he wanted: your body and your affection.

You kissed Jotaro again before standing, going to the bathroom to clean up before emerging and heading back to the door, turning to your lover and saying, “I’ll be back, Nori’s waiting.”

comfort abbacchio drabble cuz i'm sad and lonely :(

Abbachio didn't love easily, he had convinced himself he didn't need anyone else but himself. Yet here he was, letting you run your hands through his bleach fried hair, a classical music album providing a calm ambience as you two cuddled in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of your apartment. His eyes were closed, simply resting in the moment, no real thoughts crossing his mind, perhaps because of the immense amounts of wine you two had drunk throughout your ‘sleepover’ of sorts, or maybe he was just so calm he had surpassed the need for consciousness. You mused these thoughts out loud to your boyfriend, weaving a simple braid into his silver locks.

“Nope both are wrong, i'm just so horribly bored I can't think anymore” He jokes, you knew that, you two hand bonded over your similar dry sarcasm.

“Or maybe you love me so much you can't think of anything but me” 

You could see him roll his eyes behind his eyelids, but you also didn't miss the slightest tinge of pink gracing cheeks. Slowly your hand moved his head off your lap, earning you a grumpy grumble from the man, as for you to lay next to his, closing your eyes you moved your body closer to his. This, you suppose, is what heaven feels like, simple contentment and love, Nothing fancy, just your boyfriend planting a light kiss on your forehead as you drifted to dreamland.

“Love you Leone”

sry this is kinda rushed, just wanted to wright smth to make myself feel better

fun fact of the post: im a touchstarved bitch. ;-;

🩸🕸 Father Dearest 🕸🩸

It was a blur. First you were walking the bustling streets of Cairo with your mother shopping for food and next thing you know you're knocked out by what seemed to be something you could only describe as a ghost. You had your own ghost of sorts, it said it’s name was Quiet Riot, and as your body was dragged into a large castle you wondered if they could be in any way related.

You finally came to a cold dark room, your arms being bound behind your back. Screams of pure agony, distilled by the echoey chamber of the castle, reached your ears. Feeble body desperately fighting against your bonds as Quiet Riot appeared before you and began tying the ropes around your wrists and ankles. Free now and able to walk, you made your way to the door, where you were shakily able to pick the lock that bolted you in, surprising considering your vision being blurred by tears and your mind rushing with thoughts of we're your mother could be, and god forbid if those screams were hers.

The heavy wooden door slowly creaked open to reveal long winding stone hallways. They were dark with the exception of a few candles smattered about, and you wondered why they didn't open the heaven curtains blocking the window, but that wasn't important right now.

Bare feet against cobblestone you rushed in the direction of the noises. After the twists and turns of the castle confused you and sent you in a circle, you finally found yourself in front of a large pair of double doors. The screams had gone quiet a minute or so ago and you weren't even sure if this is where they had been emanating from, but nonetheless you trusted your gut. You were going to find your mother and get out of here. Your small hands pushed against the grain of the oak, and with assistants from Quiet Riot, they were opened with ease. 

The sight that lay behind those doors where nothing you could have ever been prepared to see. Your mothers body, limp and gray on the stone floor, blood pooling out of her neck into a crimson puddle beneath her. Then you saw him, his amber eyes making contact with your own froze you in place. And he spoke 

“My my, I am terribly sorry you had to see that” 

Cruelty dripped from his voice, and in an instant he stood in front of you, hand grasping your chin as he smiled at you.

‘How could he have approached me so fast, does he have some kind of special ghost like me?’

The giant of a man’s mouth opened to speak once more but then, like a flash of lighting, something inside you switched on, and the Riot’s hands threw the man a few feet from you, even with all your force you could sense he wasn't hurt in the slightest, but all you needed was a moment before you except what was sure to come. Tears were flowing down your face now as you quickly dropped to your knees before your mothers corpse, though you barely had a second to grieve her fate. 

“Quite the stand you have there”

The figure lifted you now by the throat, cutting off the air to your brain, and a small squeak of fear left your mouth, he laughed. 

‘How could he? How could he laugh after taking the life of an innocent woman?’ 

The fear you felt now came not from the idea of your life ending soon, but the absolute monster who stood before you.

You made one last futile attempt with Riot to get away from his grasp, but another yellow ghost simply grabbed the stand, making it impossible to move any part of your body. All you could do was move your eyes to see the body of your mother once more, as her murderer held your life in a single hand. If you had to go out now at least you would be with your mother soon. 

“You would prefer to die here and join your mother in the afterlife then stay and barely hang on to your puny life?” 

Shit you haven't realized you had said that last part out loud.

“You are an interesting child”

He paused to think for a moment

“I was going to kill you here and now, but I'm beginning to change my mind…” He uttered a few more unintelligible words as you blacked out from asphyxiation, the image of his sharp toothed smile burning into the backs of your eyelids.

An unfamiliar comfort enveloped your body, not the usual rough cotton cot you slept on. The plush velvet and silk was alien to you, but you couldn't help but snuggle farther into the bed. Then the creaking of your door opening, well there goes your quiet comfort. An old woman enters the room, you weren't quite sure who she was, but you put on the rather nice the clothes she gave you and followed her down a stone hallway, as she explained that Lord Dio would like to see you, the image of the man in question was a bit foggy but you knew he was an important figure in your life, perhaps a friend or family member? You couldn't put your finger on it.

As you reached a pair of large oak doors you stopped, the old women pushing them open for you. It was your first good look at the room, a library or study of some kind, every surface having a few dripping candles adorning it. Why didn't they just open the curtains if they wanted light? Well that wasn't important right now, because a large golden haired man, Lord Dio,  was ushering you over.

Your new shoes patterned against the stone floor as you walked to the armchair he was sitting in, taking a leisurely stance with a book in hand, sipping what you assumed was red wine. 

Your e/c eyes made contact with his own amber pair as he gestured for you to make a seat in the rather expensive looking chair across from him.

“Goodmorning, my child, how was your rest?”

Yes, it clicked. Lord Dio was your father of course, how could you be so silly to forget? You had the privilege of being the child of the most powerful man on earth and you just forgot? How idiotic of you.

“It was good, I was quite disoriented this morning though, I'm not sure why” You smiled at him and picked up a tea cup from the small table in front of you. Pouring yourself a cup of earl gray out listened to your father.

“Hm, I wonder why, perhaps you've been having night terrors. I assume you're still prepared for stand training today though, yes?”

“Of course father” You sipped your drink, the hot liquid scolding your tongue just a bit, as Lord Dio had a small chuckle at your expense, you laughed with him, it was humorous to an extent, even if your tongue was a bit burned now. 

Blowing on your drink to cool it down now, the man in front of you discussed plans for stand training today. At some point a servant walked in with a tray of food, none of which your father touched, but you gladly indulged.

You were excited for your next day of learning, your father always had more knowledge to give. So as you ate your breakfast and read another poetry book suggested by him, you were happy to be blessed with this life, the life of the child of the most powerful man on this Earth.

Thanks a lot for reading :))

Fun fact of the post: When I first heard about jojo i thought dio was an old scrunkly man lolz (-_-)

Requests open

Rules+masterlist

Masterlist + Rules

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Genshin Impact

Demon Slayer (have read manga)

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (not finished stone ocean)

Toilet bound Hanako kun (have read manga)

Castlevania (finished)

Mob Psycho (finished)

Spy x family (not far into manga)

Jujutsu Kaisen (not read manga but I have been spoiled)

Hazbin Hotel

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Rules-

What I write

fluff

Angst

Child reader (Platonic Only)

Headcannons

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What I don't write

Smut / lemon / lime

Yandere

huge age gaps

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New year - new masterlist

HAPPY NEW YEARS

let's make the most of 2023

- I'm class of 2024

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New Year- I'm so ready to graduate

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ANOTHER NEW YEAR AND ANOTHER 4 YEARS

-2025

REQUESTS OPEN

Please look at what I write and what I write for before requesting.

Have a good day.

Any Requests?

I have some free time and want to write but don't know what to write so any requests. Please have some details you want me to include.

Edited: 5-22-22

Fandoms I write for + masterlist:

Genshin

Atla/lok

Castlevania

Demon slayer

Saiki k

Black butler

Ohshc

Arcane

Mlb

jjba

Blue Exorcist

Blue period

Tbhk

Obey me

lego monkie kid

Mob psycho

If you are gonna do a request look at this

Naga!Speedwagon x fem!reader

Requested

Word count:356

A/n: I hope this is good,I never wrote for a naga before so forgive me if It came out bad

You live in a small little shack in the swamp with your lover Speedwagon,he was human but when you looked down he has a snake tail,making him a naga.You guys met when you were lost in the swamp,he had helped you find a way out,since then you always visited Speedwagon, when months later he asked you to be his mate or girlfriend.

You worked in a convenience store near the forest and you always covered many shifts for your coworkers,you did not get much sleep and became very stressed.Speedwagon saw this and was worried. It was another day and you were covering for a friend, “(y/n) could you cover for me,my boyfriend and I have our anniversary today” said your friend, “Yeah,I can cover for you” you said in a tired tone.Since you have been overworking you have been getting lots of eyebags and starting to drink caffeine/energy drinks.

When you came back from your shift Speedwagon slither to you,and hugged you and asked “Why do you keep overworking yourself,you need to relax,while he pets your hair. “Well I just want to help everybody,but it seems they don't take notice of how much I have become stressed” you say.Speedwagon decides to take you to the bedroom and lays you down on the bed. “Look how about you ask your boss for a break for a week,so you can relax and we can spend time together” Speedwagon says holding your hand. “I will Speedwagon if that's what you want and maybe I could use a break to relax” you say thinking. “That's great (y/n), always remember your health is my first priority,you sometimes gotta relax” Speedwagon then kisses your cheek.

You then asked your boss for a break and they said yes,so you were able to take a break and be with Speedwagon,he made you your favorite food and gave your massages,this was a reason you loved him,he cared for you,later on you began to feel less stressed and less sleep deprived.He gave you kisses and took you often on dates during your break.

Kakyoin helping his so study for a test.

The end of the semester was coming up which mean that final exams were on their way too. After speaking to teachers about what should be studied, Kayoin's S/O asked for his help in their more struggling subjects, seeing that he excelled in them.

They planned out a date to study at Kayoin's house and made sure that they had packed all that they needed.

The walk to his house was pleasant as they talked about their day at school and made a quick stop at a small store for snacks.

After getting to his house they settled down in Kakyoins room at the small table he set up.

At first their studying went well but after some time his S/O couldn't figure out a certain problem. Clearly seeing that they were getting frustrated Kakyoin proposed taking a break and getting back to it later, which they agreed to.

During their break they went to the kitchen to get snacks and spent their time eating and snuggling up to each other. Eventually this lead to flirty remarks (mostly from Kakyoin) and cuddling on his bed.

When Kakyoin starts sitting up and suggesting to get back to studying his S/O they latch on to him and bury their head in his chest saying that they don't want to. Kakyoin chuckles and tries to tell them to get up but they just shake their head saying that they want to stay like this.

In the end they end up staying in his bed and reschedule another study date for later.

Yee Yee

I’m here to write different X Reader fics and headcanons for people and as of now I’m sticking with Jojo requests (but not past part 5 bc unfortunately I’m not a manga reader I’m sorry)

It’ll take me awhile to get used to everything so please be patient with me but I’ll do my best

i’ll start adding more anime to write about as I go on as well 

But please don't be shy and submit any requests :)

Hi ! Can I please get a Okuyasu with a very good looking male s/o, like josuke he has so many fans lol so it makes Oku insecure and thinks his s/o deserves someone more attractive ? Fluff One shot if its ok 👌

𝓞𝓴𝓾𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓾 𝔁 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮!𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮!𝓢/𝓞

The cheers of several high school girls made its way into your ears. "Who do you wanna bet that's for?" You nudged Josuke with your elbow. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "(💙)!" They all shouted, grabbing your arm and trying to get your attention. You let out a chuckle then tried to calm down the raging crowd. Unbeknownst to you, however, your boyfriend Okuyasu had fallen back behind everyone else. He understood why you had all the attention on you. Just like Josuke, you were quite attractive to other people. But it bothered him immensely how they always separated you from him just to gawk at you. 'Come on, you're better than this.' Okuyasu shrugged off the negative feelings and caught up with the rest of his friends. "Oi, Oku, where's (💙)?" Josuke inquired. "He's kind of busy. I'm sure he'll catch up soon!" The rest of the group continued on their way to the main entrance of the school.

Currently, the bell had already rung for the first period to start. The empty seat in front of him stirred his nerves. "💙?" The teacher called out for attendance. Josuke and Okuyasu exchanged a glance. Josuke shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'I'm not sure.' The door to the classroom suddenly slammed open revealing you panting. "I'm here! I'm sorry!" You bowed your head while you apologized, then you sat down. "I'll let it slide this one time." The teacher replied and then continued with the rollcall. You turned around in your chair to get a glance at your boyfriend, who currently had his head resting on the desk. "Oi, Oku." You whispered to him. He turned his head to the side and glanced up at you. Digging through your bookbag, you took out a video game case which is why you were late, to begin with. "I got your favorite game!" You beamed at him. Okuyasu sat up immediately and looked shocked. "Where did you get this? It's not even out yet!" He took the game that you handed to him. "Well-" "Certainly I don't hear two students interrupting my lesson, do I?" The teacher disrupted you. You laughed nervously as the whole class laughed at you two. With your index finger and thumb, you traced over your own lips as if to zip them close while smiling at Okuyasu. He grinned back at your antics.

Before you knew, the school was over for the day. "💙!" Glancing ahead, you saw Okuyasu and the rest of your group at the gate waiting for you. He was waving to you frantically. You give him a small wave as you make your way to them. "💙!" Your body tensed up hearing the girls behind you. It was such a pain to escape them earlier, how could you evade them now? One of them latched onto your arm and started tugging on it. Once the rest of them joined, they began asking several questions. In your peripheral vision, you saw Oku's face drop down in what seemed to be a disappointment. You apologized and excused yourself to the girls and you chased after your boyfriend. He currently walked behind everyone else, mentally beating himself up. 'Maybe (💙) would be with someone else. Preferably someone just as attractive as him. Unlike me, no one really pays attention to me.' Okuyasu kicked a can down the road to let out some of his frustration. "Oku!" You finally managed to catch up to him and you grabbed onto his uniform sleeve. He raised an eyebrow up at you as you bent over to catch your breath. "Do you want to come over and try out the new game?" That's all you had to say for the negative thoughts to escape from his mind. Okuyasu's face lit up, you intertwined your hands together and made your way to your home.

Kicking off your shoes, Oku followed you in a familiar route to your bedroom. "Start it up whenever." You spoke to him as he sat on the floor in front of your television. "I'm going to grab some snacks for us real quick." You bent over and placed a kiss on the top of his head which caused the color to flourish on his face. He looked around your room when you left, at all of the posters you had, to the several blankets on your bed, all in a tangled mess. You soon returned with a tray of various snacks plus two of your favorite drinks. Taking a seat on the floor next to him, you placed the items in front of you two. "💙?" You hummed in response. "Do you ever feel like...you want to be with someone else?" The innocent question brought butterflies to your stomach. "Why would you say that?" You place your hand over his. "I dunno, I just think you would be happy with someone who looks as nice as you..." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process. You smiled and grabbed him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I don't want to be with anyone else."

Giorno with an s/o that’s a florist?? uwu

𝓖𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓸 𝔁 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽!𝓢/𝓞

The clock chimed signaling that it was now 7am. (💙) unlocked the front door to her shop and continued preparing the rest of the store for business. You recently moved to Italy on a whim and bought a small store that had an apartment overhead. Not only was your flower business successful with the locals, but you also recently met a guy and you two started dating. Although he didn't tell you much about himself or his past, he always enjoyed hearing about yours whenever you two went and got a coffee together. Aside from being your boyfriend, he was your best customer as well.

Watering the flowers, the doorbell rang as someone walked in. "Good morning (💙)." You turned around and smiled at him. "Good morning Gio. What can I do for you?" "Just a few (f/f)." He watched you gently remove a couple of flowers and placed them in your wicker basket that was hanging loosely around your elbow. He followed you over to your arranging table which you laid out an (f/c) wax paper and placed the flowers in neat order. Wrapping up the bouquet, you tied it all together with a small ribbon. "Here you are!" You handed him the arrangement and he gave you the money. "Thank you, my love." He pulled your head close to him and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "I'll see you later today for our date. Right?" He asked as he walked out the door. You hummed in agreement. "By the way, there's someone still waiting." With that, he left. Seeing the other customer which was an older lady, you began apologizing to her profusely and you got to work on her order.

Masterpost

Ａｔｔａｃｋ Ｏｎ Ｔｉｔａｎ

𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗇

𝖤𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁

𝖫𝖾𝗏𝗂 𝖠𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇

𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖹𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌

𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗍 𝖧𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋

𝓙𝓸𝓳𝓸'𝓼 𝓑𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓮 𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼

ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕒 𝔾𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕒

𝔾𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕠 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒

𝕁𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠 𝕂𝕦𝕛𝕠

𝔾𝕙𝕚𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕠

𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚

𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕠𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒

𝕆𝕜𝕦𝕪𝕒𝕤𝕦 ℕ𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕒

Ｍｙ Ｈｅｒｏ Ａｃａｄｅｍｉａ

𝖳𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂 𝖠𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗂𝗄𝗂

♡ come out and play - oneshot inspired by billie’s song c.o.a.p. In this oneshot, reader is childhood friends with Tamaki and runs into him years after moving away. 

♡ i love you - drabble inspired by billie’s ily. In this drabble, reader deals with the aftermath of confessing her love towards her best friend Tamaki and his hesitation causes a rift between them. 

♡ Stars - In this oneshot, reader is doubting herself and thinking she isn’t worthy of being Tamaki’s friend. However, he stops by with a small gift for her and shares his knowledge about stars and astrology.

♡ Sweven (On Hiatus) - In this series, reader’s quirk allows her to communicate with others via in the dream scape, but appearing in their dreams uses a lot of her energy. When trouble strikes, she does the best she can to try and help Tamaki remember her, remember that she was missing as the incident was erased from their memories. 

Singer!Y/N x Tamaki - In this oneshot, we see how Tamaki would react to Y/N as his partner if she were a popular singer!

𝖬𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖳𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖺

♡ Agliophobia 1 2 - In this series, Mirio is sent on a mission to save the reader after her sudden disapperance. Soon he finds out that reader had become a villian, helping out as a sort of secretary. He makes it his number 1 priority to bring you back home no matter the cost. 

𝖭𝖾𝗃𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝖽𝗈

sunflowers and lilies - in this oneshot, Y/N is a creative writer who writes a cute little story confessing her feelings to Nejire.

parallel words - In this drabble, Hado dies in battle and Y/N has a reality-shifting quirk. Seeing Hado’s final moments, Y/N decides to travel multiple realities until she finds one that Hado lives in that battle so she can fulfill their childhood promise to each other. 

goodnight - In this oneshot, Y/N confesses her love to Hado on the school rooftop.

𝖪𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂

♡ Litost - In this drabble, the reader is severaly injuried on a mission and Hawks is there to comfort her to the end. (Winged reader)

♡ My Songbird - Headcanons about MHA alt guys with a reader that is a singer/musician they adore. 

𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗂

♡ Re-mender - In this drabble, the reader has a quirk that can re-mend damaged items. (Requested Male Reader)

𝖳𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝖸𝖺𝗀𝗂

♡ Teacher’s Conference - In this drabble, reader is a teacher at UA who is close with the first year teachers. Taking place right after Yagi retires, reader and Midnight arrange a sleepover party to help him relax in his role of being a teacher. 

♡ Social Anxiety - In this drabble, the reader is a pro-Hero has bad social anixety and Toshinori takes her away from the large crowd. 

𝖪𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈

♡ Rivals/Lovers - In this one shot, the reader is one of the classmates at UA who is always competing with Bakugo and their rivalry is well known. But their friends also know they have a crush on each other so they create a trap for them to confess to each other. 

♡ Bad Habits - In this song inspired fic, Bakugo and reader have a study date in his dorm room. He and the reader start dancing along to the music before interrupted by a classmate for blaring music so loud at night. 

♡ My Muse -  Headcanons about MHA alt guys with a reader that is a singer/musician they adore.