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Southern generosity- or something like that. After being stranded on the side of the road, you try your hand at hitchhiking, hoping to catch a ride home.
But when the driver starts taking a detour, you realize you might be in over your head.
!! Masky + Hoodie + Toby x F! Reader !! W/C: 5.9k
-> Including: Dubcon/CNC, roleplay, gun + fear play, cunnilingus, oral (m-receiving), p in v, degradation, objectification, manhandling, choking, praise, dumbification, slight breeding, and domestic fluff :p ->
Moon divider by @strangergraphics
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The breeze whistled like an omen.
You were out of luck after your date bailed, and now you’re stuck on the side of the highway. The guy you were supposed to meet up with ended up ghosting you, so with no change for cabs left, you waved down a truck.
The tires screeched to a halt, and a man stepped out. Dark hair, his parted bangs shadowed his eyes, the car headlights reflecting in his pupils as he called out to you. “Whatcha’ doin’ out here?” His drawl hit you first, then the faint scent of cigarettes followed.
You replied quickly. “My, um- my date didn’t show up. Can I catch a ride with you?” Cringing at your own desperation, but the stranger didn’t seem all too bothered, simply nodding at you. “Hop in.” You shuffled over, quick to slide into the backseat while the engine came to life.
In the rush, the darkness of the night, you’d only registered the others after the doors had locked.
Another man at the passenger side, dirty blonde, with a scar running from his lip to his brow. A boy to your right, his face covered in bandages.
He greets you excitedly, tittering. “Hey, y-you’re out here pretty l-late, huh?” His stutter restarted his words like a scratched record, and you smiled politely. “Yeah, I was supposed to see this guy, but y’know.”
He grinned at that, wide, sharp. “They’ll do that to you- Toby, by the way.” His hand extended out, and you met him there. His palm felt heavily calloused, matching the scars littering his knuckles.
You told him your name, and he hummed. He said he liked it, that it ‘suits you’. It’s almost flirty, but you couldn’t tell. The seat leather sticks to your thighs in the summer heat, street lights flashing by quickly.
As the ride drags on, every time you thought that you had a read on Toby, he’d say something that throws you off. Yet he appears nice enough. Brian, as you’d come to find out, chimed in five minutes later.
“Where ya’ headed?”
Right.
“I’m not too far from here. Barter Drive- Just a little into town.” You responded, fidgeting with your thumbs. The air in the truck is a little stale- dingy, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. Hunters came and went all the time, and they looked like the type.
Toby scooted closer and closer with each passing minute. Your legs were nearly touching when you finally looked up.
He was barely a couple of inches from your face, and the backseat suddenly felt cramped. “I like your s-shirt.” His raspy murmur warmed your cheeks. “Thank you, I like your, uh, sweater.”
You swallowed while he snickered. “Thanks,” Throwing his arm over the headrest, Toby cocked his head to the side, glancing at the dashboard.
“The GPS says you’re a whole t-thirty minutes away. It’s already almost one in the m-morning.”
He spoke lazily, like he knew something you didn’t. As if a decision had already been made long before you opened your mouth. “Well, if it’s too much trouble, you guys could leave me on the edge of town. I can walk the rest of the way.”
He tensed his jaw slightly, shrugging. “Mm. We’re staying at a cabin near t-the lake. It’s closer. Why don’t you spend the night? Tim can drop you off early.” A jarring offer that had you simpering nervously. “Oh, I couldn’t. It’s your space, and you don’t really know me-” However, you were cut short by a grunt from the driver's seat.
“It’s no problem. ‘Sides, we’re right up ahead, and we got a spare bedroom. You’ll be fine.” He didn’t even give you the time to respond, the truck turning off the main road and onto a path between the shrubbery.
The wheels ground against the gravel, the vehicle jolting until it slowed to a stop. Through the window, you could spot a sign in front of the car. “Dead End Road.”
The trail went past their cabin slightly, cutting off abruptly at the trees' border. The house itself sat in the middle of the small clearing. Built from scuffed wood, with a single porch light hanging above the door. Something about the seclusion, the sign that stood out amongst the vast oak, had your gut uneasy.
A warning.
You inhaled shallowly, then Toby hooked an arm around your neck. “Let’s go, c’mon.” Too cheery, he tugged you out of the backseat, dragging you to the porch while your feet scrambled to catch up. The other two followed suit, and you were standing in the foyer in less than five minutes.
“It’s nice in here.” Trying your best to be cordial, you set your shoes on the mat as they did the same. “Well, it ain’t much, but it does what it’s supposed to,” Tim said, nodding at you. Toby then ushered you to walk, and you made your way down the hall. Upon entering the living room, you met eyes with Brian, the man already settled on a lounge chair.
The fireplace crackled, and you waved at him, unsure of how to proceed. “Hi.” His lips twitched up at that, an almost smile when you locked eyes. “Hey.” Toby rested his palm on your lower back, intimate in a way you didn’t expect. His hand pushed you deeper into the room, and he brought you over to the couch, dropping down next to you.
Tim had slumped into a recliner to your left, your seats circling the hearth. His lighter sparked once, twice, before he inhaled, the cigarette burning faintly. “You want somethin’ to drink?” You shook your head, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Where’s the spare room? I think I’m gonna’ turn in-” Brian piped up, interrupting you.
“The night's young, ain’t it?”
Even without looking around, you could feel their eyes boring into you. Like starved wolves waiting for prey to take the bait. “You’re s-so tense,” Toby’s hand was too warm on your thigh, and he closed the proximity by a fraction, nose almost brushing yours when you faced him. “Breathe, jeez.” He sniggered, his pupils flicking down to your lips.
Your heart beat loudly in your ears, body frozen by the atmosphere. Borderline claustrophobic. “Sorry.” You mumbled, having his grin stretch. In that moment, your dead phone came to mind, the evident lack of outside communication enveloping you. “Don’t apologize. We’re just t-talking, nothing s-serious.” His voice had muted to a whisper, then he leaned forward.
Your mouths slotted together, and you scrambled to grip his shoulders. The force of the kiss knocked you onto your back, his frame effectively pinning you down. He wasted no time, with his hips beginning to grind as you struggled for air.
Saliva breached in strings between your lips when he withdrew. “You’re so pretty, y’know that? It makes it h-hard to hold back.” Your eyes were wide, breath coming in short puffs. “I- I thought-” You stuttered, and Tim shoved off his chair, coming into view while you swallowed dryly. His cigarette had been stubbed out into an ashtray, and he crouched.
“I know you’re pent up, s’alright. You jus’ need a little push.” He grasped your chin, forcing your head to the side. His tongue invaded your mouth in a blink, exploring the cavern hungrily. Messy, as your teeth clicked, and you felt Toby start to nibble down your throat. Drifting lower until he slinked off the sofa, his knees thudding against the carpet.
Your jeans were unbuckled, his fingers moving fast- you jerked, making Tim recline. He ran his tongue over his canines. “Relax. It’ll feel good, promise.” Dread, fear and a violating excitement licked up your spine. These were not good men, disgustingly scummy at best, and dangerous at worst. Yet your thighs twitched at the base of his words anyway.
The shorts were towed down your legs, getting tossed onto the floor before Toby mouthed at your clothed cunt. The heat of his tongue had you gasping, and Tim hooked a finger at your shirt’s edge. It was yanked up, exposing your chest. “No bra? I’m startin’ to think you were planning for this.” He snickered, groping the plush.
With Toby humming against your core, Tim began to leave hickeys across your breasts- you arched involuntarily. “Wait, please.” The pleasure came crashing through your body, principal and self-preservation clashing with the wetness building inside your panties. Toby was lapping at you through the cotton, his tongue prodding between your folds, nose nudging your clit.
Your hips started moving on their own, bucking against his face as you whined. He parted from you, licking his lips. “Masky- s-she’s soaked, man. I didn’t even do anything yet.” He chuckled. Yanking you towards him while Tim swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. Mouth on one, his hand toying with the other.
“Sensitive, ain’t you?” He drawled, giving you one last nip, then rising to his feet. You trembled, Toby devouring you whole when your eyes finally focused on Tim. His buckle clinked, belt hanging loose. You watched him tug at his zipper before his boxer band was pulled down. Hefty, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock, with a vein along the underside.
He propped a knee behind your head, guiding himself to your lips. “Open up, girl.” He rasped, and your jaw fell slack, salt coating your palate. He rocked inside slowly, lids drooping as he groaned. The sound had you clenching on nothing, and Toby pushed your ruined underwear to the side.
His mouth was so wet. Licking up your spillage, the slick dribbling down his chin. Your eyes rolled up, moaning lewdly around Tim’s length, and he buried his fingers in your hair. Sinking deeper, with the tip grazing the back of your throat. You scratched at the cushions, hands balled by your sides. “Look at you- just fuckin’ askin’ for it.” He scoffed, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.
His grip became harsh, and he hauled you flush against his pelvis. Thrusting his cock balls deep while you gagged. “Chokin’ on me like I’m your man. Where’s yer’ shame, yeah?” He huffed, watching the tears stream down your cheeks. “You ain’t too bad on the eyes, though. Prettiest whore I ever seen.” You writhed in his hold.
The coil in your gut curled taut, building and building- your thighs clamped around Toby’s ears. Your cunt was pulsing wildly, overwhelmed by his tongue. “Mm- fuck.” He groaned into your mound, gulping like it’d kill him if he let your cum go to waste. His fingers dug into your hips, grinding you onto his mouth.
Your legs were shaking when Tim grunted, spilling down your throat hotly. He slid himself past your lips with a low whistle, satisfied. Toby wiped his chin clumsily, crawling onto you as the other man stepped back. However, he was halted by Tim calling out to him. “Rogers, the hell I tell you?” He pouted at that, begrudgingly pushing away from you.
“But I prepped h-her-” He was silenced by Tim’s cold glare, gritting his teeth while he slouched into the armrest. “Can I use her mouth then?” He said, glancing at you, and Tim gave him a curt nod.
Shifting your limp body upright, then hoisting you onto his lap. His cock nudged between the folds of your pussy, lining up the tip with your entrance.
Your head was spinning. Their hands felt wrong on you, but your body was betraying you. Your thighs were sticky, and the mewl that left you when he sank you down on his girth didn’t help your case. You were being stretched beyond your limits, skin dewy with sweat. His cock had fit snug inside you, and it curved to press on your sweet spot hard enough to make your eyes cross. “Ah-”
Toby had shuffled in front of you, jeans already shoved below his ass as he pumped his cock. “Y-you want it, right?” He loomed over you, petting your cheek with an unsteady hand. “Say it. You w-want me-” His careful nature seemed to wane the longer it took for you to respond- ignoring the fact that he was talking a mile a minute.
His once-gentle touch turned abrasive, and he yanked your head back, his grip tangled in your hair. “Say you f-fucking want me.” He snarled, his eyes swimming with a violent desperation. When you nodded frantically, his grasp softened a bit, Toby laughing as if he was drunk. Pupils blown wide. “Yeah- yeah, okay. ‘Cause y-you’re really special, and I don’t wanna’ make you s-sad.”
His pre-cum smeared against your lips while he angled his cock head, filling your throat in one thrust. You hiccuped pathetically at the intrusion, and he cradled your face, rolling his hips forward. “Oh, shit. Ngh- you’re so perfect. Feels s’good- fuck.” You didn’t even have the time to adjust, because Tim started bouncing you a second later.
His cock was thumping up into your cervix, arms hooked under your knees as leverage. Stuffed from both ends, with Toby fucking your mouth, and Tim slamming into your cunt. Your brain was melting.
You could barely keep your eyes open, vision blurry while you blinked. Your gaze drifted past Toby, and the sight had you whining. Brian was slumped against the loveseat, boxers towed off just enough for him to stroke himself. At first glance, he appeared unaffected, but if you looked closer, you’d see it.
The flush in his cheeks, the heave of his chest. His brows were fighting to knot together as he stared, with his eyes half-lidded. Something about being watched with such fervour made you shiver, and Tim’s head pitched back.
You were squeezing down on him like a vice, your little noises having him twitch inside you. He reached up, dragging his hand over your chest and kneading the fat of your tits.
“Fuckin’ made for this, yeah? Gettin’ off to being used by motherfuckers you ain’t know-” He rolled his neck to the left before burying his nose into your shoulder.
“You wanted to act like you hated it, huh? Cry like you ain’t beggin’ for it- fuckin’ slut.” Mocking, his hips drove into you harder, pounding into you with abandon.
You clenched around him, and he cooed, licking a stripe up your neck. “I know, baby. I’ll fill you up- hah- real good.” The squelch of your pussy was embarrassingly loud, your arousal drenching his thighs.
Toby collapsed into you, catching himself with a palm against the couch’s headrest. He held your head firmly in place, his length pumping in and out of your throat. He was panting, drooling like a dog. You felt so fucking good, he couldn’t think. “Ah- shit, please.” His base smacked against your chin, slobber mixing with semi-opaque white.
He came with a breathy grunt, hips jolting- before he quickly tugged himself free. Jacking off onto your face, painting your skin with thick ropes. The gluey substance dripped down your features, milk pooling on your tongue as you presented your mouth. Too far gone, and he giggled, manic. “You’re s-such a good girl, y’know that?” Mashing his lips to yours, cum swirling with his own spit while the other man flooded your tunnel.
“Shit. You’re makin’ me wanna’ keep you.” Tim drawled, taking a moment to catch his breath. he pulled you off of him, letting you slump into the sofa, boneless. Once his words actually registered, the alarm in your gaze made him chuckle.
“Oh, honey- don’t tell me you thought you were still goin’ home.”
Your blood ran cold when he nodded at Brian. “Have at ‘er.” The man stood after the quick acknowledgment, padding over to you, half-tucked back into his boxers. If you’d been more observant, more cautious or weary, you would’ve noticed the holster attached to the back of his belt.
The distinct click of a pistol's safety rang out as Toby sat down to your right, and he kneeled in front of you.
Holding up the weapon, he cocked his head to the side. “You know what this is?” Panic spread from the end of your legs up to your skull. Your mouth faltered, gaping at him until he hummed, monotone. “You scared?” Your body refused to respond, and he lowered the gun, tapping your bare stomach twice with the barrel. “You should be.”
The hairs on your nape rose while he got to his feet. He trailed the cold steel along your collar, stopping at your lips. The harshness of the barrel left goose bumps in its wake, lethal, unhallowed. “Suck.” You swallowed thickly, tears collecting at your lashline. You leaned forward, quivering when you took the metal into your mouth.
The taste coated your tongue bitterly, like grit and unsanctioned barbarity. Adrenaline kept you upright, the only thing holding you back from hyperventilating.
You wish you ran. You wish you had toughed it out till morning, finding a payphone to call a friend. But you didn’t, and you hadn’t.
You bobbed your head slightly, gurgling around the pistol when he forced it deeper. In your periphery, you saw the blur of his hand, and you flinched—
A pet.
He was petting your hair. Smoothing down the strays, his thumb rubbing back and forth. The shock made you freeze, but he was swift to remind you. “Go on.” Not yelling. Not barking demands. Because he didn’t need to.
His calm demeanour was terrifying, too calculating- like he could snap at any moment. As if your fate could be altered at a second's notice, your life sitting in the palm of his hand.
Brian’s inhales grew heavy, dragging his tongue across his teeth. His touch descended from the top of your head to your nape, resting the gun’s grip where his buckle would be as he began rocking his hips. “See? That ain’t so bad.” He murmured, grunting under his breath. He was grinding his bulge against the pistol, the muted pleasure rolling up his frame.
You were scared, fearing your end, your sanity hanging by a thread. Every muscle in your body was screaming, winding tight- before a debased want sparked at your core. Small flickers of ember, matches being struck onto the brick. They scraped and scraped until a flame burst into the dark.
The repetition of the gun thumping into the back of your throat had your mind hazy. Lulling you achingly slow, your shoulders drooped, and you let out a faint whine. But it was enough.
Tim took a drag of the freshly lit cigarette, peering at you. “Well, I’ll be damned, she likes it.” He sniggered, and Brian clicked his tongue. “Course she does. Bet she’s been dreamin’ ‘bout this for years.” Mean as he removed the metal from your mouth, he threw the weapon onto the couch haphazardly. “Jesus, you’re a fucking whore.” His lip curled up into a sneer like he was disappointed.
“On your feet.” He said, eyes cold- you urged your legs to move. Yet your reaction came too late, and his arm shot out, fingers clamping around your windpipe.
He hauled you upwards, your limbs flailing to steady yourself. “When I speak, you listen, and you listen good. Understand?” You clawed at his wrist weakly, whimpering like a hit animal. Your lungs were burning.
He scoffed at your pitiful strength and released you after a beat, spinning you to face the sofa. Your legs buckled when he shoved you forward, wrestling your body to arch. Your knees were spread on the cushion, with your hands finding purchase on the couch top. Quiet rustling, then a calloused palm at your waist-
Brian speared you onto his cock to the hilt, and you wailed.
He didn’t ease you into it; there was no buildup or warning. With his length bullying in and out of your over-sensitive cunt, he fucked you fast and rough. “I can’t- too much, please- please.” He grunted at that, spitting onto your pussy from the back. “Dogs don’t talk.” His hips snapped against you even harder, cruel—
You didn’t mean to.
It wasn’t your fault. Your thighs were barely able to hold your weight, but in the heat of it, your foot jerked. Kicking him with enough power to make the man stagger a tad. He paused instantly, and your heart sank at his next words. “Bad girl.”
You were yanked to his chest, his bicep locking around your neck. He started pounding into your walls, bruising your poor insides as punishment. “Mm- haah- p-please. Didn’t mean it- didn’t-” Your pleas fell on deaf ears, and slick poured down your trembling legs. From the angle he had you in, his tip kept knocking into a spot that had your pupils rolling up.
It felt like you were being ripped in half, bred like a toy with no other purpose. The lack of air was making your vision dot with black, and Toby grinned, watching while he pumped himself. His hand extended, pressing down on the bulge that protruded every time Hoodie would thrust. “You’re s-suh-so pretty like this.” You think your skull was going to explode.
Drool was leaking from the corners of your mouth, jaw slack. Moans punching up your throat by force, “Ah- ah- oh-” You scratched at his bicep, squirming pathetically. He huffed and loosened his hold. Barring an arm around your chest instead, condensing your breasts, his fingers digging into your skin. His breath was feverish against your ear.
“At least pretend you hate me.” He panted, taunting you while driving deeper into your pussy. “Lettin’ us spread your legs, didn’t even have to ask.” The fabric of his sweater was tacky on your back, coarse as he chuckled. “Shit, yer’ makin’ a fucking mess on me- you gonna’ cum?” Your moans scratched your throat raw, and you bucked into him.
Tim clenched his jaw in thought, then he laughed, snatching the pistol. “Don’t worry, hun. We’ll take care of you real nice.” The barrel was pressed to your clit, making you jerk. “No- ngh.” The contrast in temperatures was euphoric, cool metal against your sweltering cunt.
You were toeing the ledge, on the brink, when your shoulders bowed— before Brian stilled behind you.
You squirmed on him, twitching, and he reclined. Stopping you from falling with a fistful of your hair, as he gave your ass a stinging spank. “If you wanna’ cum, you’re gonna’ work for it-”
Rasping, he set his palm on the curve of your spine, pushing you to arch. “Grind.” His voice had dropped an octave, and the baritone had you dripping.
It was mortifying, but you couldn’t help the sway of your hips. With each rut, the steel slid between your folds, pussy split open on his cock. Embarrassment flooded you, your face aflame while your whines heightened in pitch.
Back and forth, back and forth, your orgasm simmering while you shook. Too much and too little all at once.“Please- please, wanna’ cum- please.” You begged, the woven fabric of the sofa sullied beneath you.
Brian gritted his teeth. You were throbbing around him, cunt pulsing. He could fucking hear how wet you are, the sticky squelching echoing through the room every time your ass pressed onto him. He dug his grasp firmer into your waist, the dull pain fuelling your pleasure. Wires had crossed in your head, and you moaned, wanton and needy.
He was staving off his own peak, biting down on his lip to stifle his groan. His patience had withered to nothing, and he sharply hauled your hips back. Cockhead forced against your cervix, stuffing you to the brink. Not fucking you, with the only stimulation being from the stretch and the tainted metal of the weapon. You were too full, so full it hurt— the ecstasy crashed into you mercilessly. “Brian.”
Your head spun, and your view phased in and out, white at the edges. He acted before he could think it through. Perhaps it was your blatant desperation, the way you breathed his name like a prayer. Either way, you felt a stern hand on your jaw.
Jerking your face to the side, his lips molding over yours. His tongue invaded your mouth, sweeping your teeth, consuming you entirely.
He was corrupting your mind, his touch both desecrating and reverent. You whined, and he drank in the sound. Spurting inside you, then releasing you with a messy smack. “Christ.” He exhaled, his length slipping out of your pussy. Brian’s spend leaked from your sopping hole, and his thumb pried you wide when he hummed in approval.
Tim gave your clit a final tap. Tugging the pistol out of the way just in time, your body crumbling onto the chair, beyond exhausted. The surface stuck to your sweat-slicked skin, and you were uncomfortably sticky from head to toe. Yet, just as your lids began to close, a flash went off behind you. It made the last of your adrenaline surge to the front. “W-wait-” Arms like lead, you peeked over your shoulder.
His unfeeling smirk told you everything, camera in hand, and the scent of smoke wafted into the air before Tim spoke. “We ain’t the type to keep souvenirs. You should be honoured.”
Toby snickered at the man's praise. “Told you, y-you were s-special.” He peeled you off the sofa, propping you against his chest, with your thighs straddling his own.
“It’s my turn, pretty. You can’t p-pass out yet, okay?” You didn’t have the energy to reply if you wanted to, limbs useless by now. All you could do was moan quietly as he sank you down onto his cock. “Fuck, you’re s-so warm.” He groaned into your ear, anchoring his palms under your ass to bounce you. Your arms hung limp by your sides, Toby fucking up into your puffy cunt.
Your clit kept bumping into his base, and the sparse hair of his happy trail ground against your sensitive skin. Even through Toby’s sweater, you could feel the ridges of roped muscle. Strength nurtured by gruelling labour and nothing else.
The perspiration had dampened his face, his bandages lifting at the corners. Another thrust, another jerk of his head- and the patch peeled off.
A gnarled, ragged scar tugged at the skin on his cheek, revealing his gums. It looked like it had healed and reopened over and over again, his teeth exposed at the deepest part of the gouge. You think there’s something wrong with you. A festering infection that you’d ignored, only revealing itself now.
You pulled yourself from his shoulder and leaned in as he eased his rhythm, confused. “What-?” Then your tongue ran over his unconcealed teeth. You were licking his fucking scar. He screeched a laugh, yanking you back by the hair.
“You’re f-fucking sick.” Toby smashed your lips together no more than a second after, pelvis slapping against your mound.
Tim chuckled in disbelief, nodding at Brian. “Look at that- we should’ve grabbed her sooner.” He extended the gun loosely, and the other man agreed with a grunt, snagging the grip from his hand. “I’m surprised she made it this far with a head that empty.” He stepped to you, trailing the barrel up your spine while you rode Toby’s cock.
It felt too good- you couldn’t stop. The veins on his girth dragged in and out of your tunnel, catching on the ridges and making you drool. Fucked dumb on it and high off the friction. Brian huffed, sneering.
“Humpin’ him like an addict. I bet you can’t even fuckin’ hear me.” He said, using the top of the pistol to lug your head back, the metal pressed against your throat. “Open.” An order that you obeyed swiftly, tongue stuck out. He spat onto your palette, clamping a palm over your mouth, and watching you swallow without a fight. He scoffed.
Swapping the weapon with his hand, your windpipe was snug in his grip before he raised the gun to your temple. “You got five minutes to finish him off, or I’m pullin’ the trigger.” The gun was rammed so hard against your skull that it burned, aching from the shooting pain. You slammed your hips down fervently and hiccuped.
Your nervous system was at war with itself, your mind sending out alerts. Blaring sirens, and going comatose from fear, while your body struggled to keep up with the agonizing pleasure. You sobbed, panting as Toby threw his head back, eyes scrunched shut. “Shit- fuck- fuckfuck—” He arched, writhing under you, and Tim whistled to your side, jeering. “I’m startin’ to like you, baby. You ain’t wanna’ break my heart, do ya’?”
Your cunt felt raw, the nonstop usage having hot tears stream down your cheeks. They’d been so rough, and your inner thighs hurt, bruises already forming. Your orgasm seized you painfully, your arousal squirting onto Toby’s stomach as he keened, brows knotted up. He tensed completely, then sagged into the cushions, chest heaving.
The pistol slid off your neck when you collapsed into him.
Spittle mixed with snot and salt had your face a mess, and you snivelled, nearly hyperventilating. You were sore all over, head heavier than cement, your muscles screaming from overexertion. You were so tired.
Your ears were stuffed with cotton, but you could still make out Tim’s voice, the faint shuffling as he moved closer. His hand brushed the hair out of your eyes, and you sniffled, hiccuping loudly.
Yet even through your bleary vision, his worry was laid bare.
“Come back to me, sugar- c’mon.”
Toby adjusted you carefully while Brian rushed to grab water and hot towels. “You’re okay. We g-got you.” He muttered, smoothing his palm down your back. Tim pressed a kiss to your damp forehead. “It’s done, you did so well. So, so good, you hear me?”
Softly, he cradled your cheek, thumb rubbing back and forth. “You’re alright, just breathe for me, hun.” Your inhales finally began to slow, and Brian rounded the couch.
Walking to the front of the chair, he stood with one knee settled between you and Tim to steady his weight. “Heya,’ dolly.” He whispered, cautious not to shock your system further. The bottle was brought to your lips, and you gulped down the water. The liquid cooled you swiftly, making you nuzzle into Toby’s arms once you were satisfied.
Brian’s hands rested on your arms when he pitched forward, littering your features in feather-light pecks.
He withdrew after a minute and towed the coffee table towards himself. Taking a seat, then supplying Toby with the clean rags as Tim laced his fingers with yours. Your tremors still hadn’t ceased, and he frowned.
“Can you tell me where you are?” Tim mumbled, holding your knuckles to his chest. The warmth of his hand, along with Toby's body, had you fighting sleep, slurring. “At home…” He hummed at that, sighing in relief.
They’d been wary when you’d initially brought it up, but you said you were sure. It’s not like you hadn’t done roleplay in the past- it’s just that this was going the extra mile. You wished to go all in, setting up a whole scenario for it. You had debated storylines the night prior and decided on the hitchhiker trope.
You would be stranded, alone and vulnerable- picked up by three strangers in a truck. They would take you back to an “unfamiliar cabin” to have their way with you.
Cliche’, yet you’d been excited. And one very, very long conversation about safewords later, you took a bus to a decently far gas station. Walking back for authenticity, according to you. You didn’t talk to them for the full twenty-four hours leading up to it and everything.
Still, the concern remained present. The last thing they wanted was to actually scare you, and this would be a heavy role to partake in. The fear of pushing you too far, being too rough or hurting you had been circling their minds the entire night. Always waiting an extra second after an act, just in case you needed a break or to stop the scene entirely.
Tim kissed your bare shoulder. “You know who we are?” Some would say it was dumb, but he didn’t care. Facts would ground you- reminders would ensure your comedown was stable. He needed you to know you were safe.
You swallowed, blinking at him lazily. “My boys.” He smiled, nodding, pupils dilated while he gave your palm a squeeze. “Mhm.” Toby finished wiping the grime from your back, pecking your crown. “How are you feeling, angel?” He cast the towel aside and snatched a fresh one from a bowl filled with warm water. “Sleepy.” Brian chuckled at your dazed expression, hushed.
“S’been a long night, hm?” He rose, redoing his buckle halfway. “Let’s get you cleaned up, darlin’. Yer’ gonna’ catch a cold like this.” Tim followed suit, and Toby shuffled to stand, hoisting you upwards. With your legs wrapped around his waist, the four of you made your way upstairs.
The bath was heavenly for your sore joints, and you breathed out, content. Tim and Toby had taken the standing shower, with you and Brian cuddled in the tub after a quick rinse.
You scooped the sudds in your hands, reclining into his chest. “You are a very convincing actor, Bri Bri.” He laughed, one arm resting at your hip, the other thrown over the porcelain ledge.
“Mm- nearly broke character when you flinched. I felt like a fuckin’ bastard.”
“Yeah, but that’s the point! You were all ‘grrr, obey me or else- you whore.’ It was crazy.”
He cringed at the memory. “Lord, that sounds awful out loud. You sure you liked it?” The water sloshed a bit, your feet wiggling, and you giggled. Peering at him. “Yes. And I thought you were very sexy. What if you wore your masks next time?” He shot you a look, squinting at you. “Dolly, I think you have a thing, and we should talk about it.” You jutted out your bottom lip. “But you could chase me through the woods—”
“Absolutely not.”
Tim had shoved his head out from the shower door, the glass fogged with steam. “The forest is dangerous. You could trip- what if you hurt yourself, huh? And there are animals and bugs, and I’m not defiling you on the dirt while you cry. It ain’t right.”
His hair was foamed with soap, and Toby swiped at the condensation, creating a little window to look through. “It’s t-too risky, muffin. You could fall or s-something.” You huffed, defensive. “I’m not even that clumsy.”
“It ain’t about bein’ clumsy, it’s principle.”
“Tim.”
“Uh uh. It’s in the house where it’s safe, or it’s not happenin’. Yer’ lucky we even agreed to that lil’ gun thing.”
You groaned, sagging against Brian as you pouted. “It was empty!” He snickered from behind you, and Tim narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t start with me, girl.” He closed the door, the attitude radiating off him when Toby snorted.
“I know you wanna’, but it’s dangerous out there- and what if EJ s-sees? He’s super strict about that s-stuff. He’d kill all of us before we could explain.” His explanation had you raising a brow, and you leaned your cheek onto Brian’s bicep.
“Really?”
“Yeah- Jack’s moral compass is s-strong. Like. Strong.”
“I thought he just ate people?”
“Angel, if I told him I called you a whore with no context, he’d punch m-me into a wall—”
Note: So when I first started this bog I was a minor and not very comfortable with writing smut, but now as a 19 year old, I have finally decided to try my hand at it. I hope you enjoy this NSFW version of an old scenario about Jotaro! (click here if you want to read it) Please let me know if you have any constructive comments!
Afab reader but no pronouns used.
NSFW BELOW THE CUT PLEASE NO MINORS!!
“Could you have tried to avoid at least some of the blows out there?” you tsk in annoyance at your boyfriend across from you.
Jotaro rolls his eyes and groans in reciprocated annoyance. You don’t notice his sass, too preoccupied with the various stains of blood littering his shirt. The part that really worries you though is the large gash in his abdomen.
“Whatever happened doesn’t matter, what matters is how deep this cut goes.” you say as you gently grasp his forearm and pull him to the bathroom. “I hope you’re not gonna need stitches because I did not sign up for that.”
He grunts and groans in pain as he sits down on the toilet lid, meanwhile you spin around and bend over to look in your bag for a first aid kit.
“Where is this god damn kit?” you mumble to yourself. You faintly hear rustling behind you, but more importantly, you can feel your lovers eyes staring daggers at your propped up behind. Deciding to tease him a little for looking, you gently wiggle your hips as you finish your search and come back up with the first aid kit.
Your set it on the counter, and when you turn around, you’re greeted to the sight of the strikingly handsome Jotaro completely shirtless and splayed out on the toilet. Now it’s your turn to ogle him as his muscular chest and arms twitch from the pain he’s in. You hate to see your lover hurting, but fuck does he look good right now.
You’re snapped out of your daze when he moves to adjust himself on his uncomfortable seat. Your face flushes at your lapse in propriety and you quickly turn back to the task at hand.
Grabbing wash-clothes and wet rags, you clean up your battered boyfriend. In doing so, you decide that the gash isn’t deep enough to need anything other than ointment and bandages. Jotaro’s body slowly relaxes as he relishes in the loving treatment you give him as you wash and bandage him up. He sighs at the feeling of your hands dragging along his abdomen and chest as you bandage him up. He’s in heaven, completely blissed out from the feeling of just you.
When your hands pull away, he almost attempts to pull them back, but you walk away too quickly.
While Jotaro is having the time of his life, you are a sweaty, flustered mess. You can’t lie, feeling up your lover was like heaven for you too, but you can feel your body aching for more. The thought of being this worked up over bandaging up your boyfriend is completely mortifying.
You put away your kit and leave the bathroom as quickly as possible to give yourself space from the demon seducing you. Jotaro soon slowly follows you out, still completely shirtless.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Jotaro asks teasingly. “You seem a bit flustered.” He slowly makes his way over to your spot on the bed.
You become even more flustered at him calling you out and can’t help but to try to hide your face in your hands. Jotaro quickly walks up to where you’re sat and gently grabs your wrists pulling them away from your face.
“Don’t be shy. I’m your boyfriend after all.” Him saying this does nothing to help your mortification, but you decide to mask it by making the first move.
You crane your neck upward to catch his lips in a passionate kiss; trying to show him every bit of your need in just one kiss. Somehow he understands you as he grabs you from under your thighs and pulls them apart to cage himself between them.
He removes one of his hands from kneeding your thighs to cup your face and pull you in for another passionate kiss. You take the opportunity to place your hands on his chest and begin feeling him up again. He sighs and grunts into the kiss at your menstruations and moves to kiss your neck in retaliation. You gasp and sigh as he bites your neck then slowly soothes over the mark with his tongue.
You slowly drag your hand from his broad chest down to below his belt, being extra carful as you pass his newly bandaged wound. You gently grab your lover through his pants and begin rubbing him. He jolts at the sudden pleasure and begins to lowly groan in your ear as he thrusts and twitches in your hand. Suddenly, the pleasure becomes to much yet to little for Jotaro, so he quickly reaches down to undo his belt.
“Come here baby,” he commands as he pulls down his pants and underwear in one go. He sits back on the bed, resting against the pillows and headboard. “Since you wanted to be a little slut and shake your ass for me while you tried to find the first-aid kit, you can continue by putting on a show for me now.”
Understanding what he meant you smile as you grab the bottom of your shirt and slowly pull it up, making sure to put your tits in full view as they bounce.
Jotaro leans back and slowly begins to jerk his cock as he watches his favorite show, you flaunting your beautiful body.
You bite your lip at the sight of his vulgar state as you feel yourself getting wetter than you unknowingly already are. You shook your ass like before as you turn around to slowly shimmy your pants down, bending down to flash your pussy at him.
Jotaro loudly groans at the sight of your perfect cunt. He quickly moves to pull you onto the bed with him and pulls you on top of his lap. He’s so overwhelmed with just how needy he is for you to wrap around his dick that he can barley hold himself back from shoving you down on him as soon as you settle into his lap. However, while he may be hornier than he’s ever been, he’s still a gentleman.
Quickly, your both caught a flurry of lips and tongue as your hands roam each others now naked bodies. After he’s committed the feeling of every curve and dip of your body, Jotaro’s hands make their way to your core. You gasp as he lightly grazes his fingers over your opening, collecting some of the wetness there, to then slowly, almost tortuously, slide his forefingers over your aching clit. Jotaro disconnects the kiss as you begin to gasp and moan from his menstruations; he’s focused only on bringing you the most pleasure before he loses himself in you. He unexpectedly slides his two fingers inside your cunt, plesently surprising you. You can feel yourself getting close as you grind your clit onto the bottom of his palm, and your release comes as soon as he curls his fingers one last time. You’re in heaven, completely dumb from just your boyfriend’s fingers, but almost immediately, Jotaro is feeling an ache in his cock to fill you.
He needs to make you fully stupid for his dick, and his alone.
“Please baby come sit on my cock, I need it so bad,” he pleads desperately. You’ve never heard your boyfriend so needy for you before, and you’re now realizing it turns you on like hell.
Through your bliss, you grab the base of his cock as you bend to kiss his neck and cheeks. Though as soon as you fit the bulky tip into your opening, your impatient boyfriend grabs you by the hips and slams you down to his base. It an overwhelming sensation that fully knocks the wind out of you.
“Jojo!” you let out in a half moan, half gasp. He begins slowly thrusting up into you as he wraps his arms around your waist and back to pin you to his chest. Soon enough, you’re both a mess of moans and sweat.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Jotaro grunts. You watch as his beautiful face scrunches up in pleasure. Your pussy clenches around his shaft as he quickly thrust into you. He begins slowly moving you to slam down on him harder. You’re pretty much brain dead from his actions, and he takes notice.
“You’re so pretty… going stupid on my cock,” Jotaro pants out as he feels himself getting closer.
You clench harder around him knowing that’s he’s close, feeling yourself getting close as well. “Please, Jojo- ah!- so close…” you mumble out between moans. You can’t help but to focus on your lover’s beautiful body, the slopes of his abs spasming from your bouncing and his matching thrusts as he glistens beautifully with sweat in the afternoon light.
With just a few more strokes, your cunt seizes around him as you climax. Jotaro’s following behind soon enough, as he pulls out of you after a few more strokes and releases his load on your ass.
You lay all of your weight on top of your boyfriend as you both pant and come down from your respective highs. Once, you come back to your senses you roll off of Jotaro and lay beside him, still slightly panting. “Maybe I should get hurt more often if this is the kind of treatment I get afterwards,” he says smirking at you.
Note: Hello! I was bored and missing my bf, so comfort character time! I hope you enjoy my tired ramblings!
“Josuke!!” you holler as you step into said man’s house. You weren’t able to sleep much last night, so you decided to pay the Higashikata household an early visit. The lack of a reply confuses you, but you let yourself in anyway and decide to go looking for your dear boyfriend.
You immediately bee line up the stairs to his room, tip-toeing your way through the house as you make your search. Quickly, you make it to his door, and are graced by the sight of a sleeping Josuke after slowly opening it. He’s in a tank-top and shorts and his long hair is a mess, but he truly couldn’t be more adorable.
You quietly come in and shut the door. Your lover is splayed out like a starfish in his bed. As you get closer you can see his beautiful face and the drool on it. He looks peaceful and almost happy as he sleeps. You wonder what he’s thinking about, probably he and Okuyasu’s recent adventures.
You can’t help but strip your jacket and shoes off as quickly and quietly as you came in. After doing so, and almost busting your ass in the process, you decide do crawl into bed with your lover. You snuggle up to his outstretched arm and lay your head on his chest, throwing one of your legs over his hips.
Josuke rouses lightly and pulls you closer in his sleepy state. Soon after adjusting himself with you, he’s back to his light snoring. Soon enough his warmth has you drifting off to sleep with him.
You weren’t expecting to end up sleeping in someone else’s bed when you left the house earlier, but at least now you’ll be able to get some good sleep with your lovely boyfriend.
Kakyoin Reacting To His Partner With Abandonment Issues Headcannons + Scenario
Request: @whyamihereplsaaaaaaaaaaaa hi! can you do a oneshot/headcanons with kakyoin having an s/o (fem) that's nervous, been abandoned many times and finds it hard to trust but eventually warms up to him? i apologize if its too mcuh btw D:
Note: Hello! i’m not sure how long ago this was requested, but here it is! Ignore the scenario if its shit, I’m just trying something out. I hope you enjoy!
He is so understanding it makes me want to sob.
He’s also already the type of guy that likes to take things slow with relationships, so you needing time to open up is absolutely not a problem to him.
If your insecure about your lack of trust in people, he’s also super reassuring for that too!
No matter your reason for your trust issues, he is always there to reassure you and do anything within reason to make sure you can fully feel secure in him.
Overall, Kakyoin is a gentleman at heart and he just wants you to be comfortable in this relationship by pretty much any means necessary.
Scenario:
You’ve felt like your lover has been a bit distant since summer break started and he went on that trip with his parents. You so badly want to ask him about his feelings and where he’s been and what he’s doing, but you don’t want to be that clingy partner that pushes people away.
Suddenly, as though he could sense your unease, your phone buzzed to let you know Kakyoin was calling. You hurriedly answered the call hoping to hear his lovely voice.
“My love?” he cooed. “How are you, sweetheart? I know I haven’t been in frequent contact with you lately, and I’m very sorry for not being able to tell you what’s been going on. I’ve missed you so much my dear.”
“I miss you too Kakyoin,” you replied. A short pause took over as you took a breathe to ask him all the questions swirling in your head, then stopped. It’s like your mind was frozen, stuck on the need to not be seen as clingy.
“My love? Is everything alright?” he questioned. You could hear from his tone that he was concerned.
After another, even longer pause, Kakyoin heard a small voice reply, “You haven’t contacted me in so long. I’ve been worried…”
You could hear the guilt in his tone when he apologized for his lack of communication. “I’ve been so busy here and it’s been so hard to find a place where I can call you. Honestly, it so chaotic here and all I want is to be there, with you, at home. I miss it so much… I miss you so much…”
Request: if you’re not fugo-ed out after writing for him a few weeks ago, i’d like to request headcanons for reader being in a poly relationship with fugo and giorno. i loved your poly narancia mista fugo and reader headcanons so this is totally where my inspiration came from. i feel like poly fugio and reader will be much calmer than the pairing with the other boys though haha. if you’re not feeling this request or not wanting to write poly headcanons anymore then just toss this ask out, no hard feelings :) thank you and i adore your writing so much, keep up the good work 🤍
Note: AHHH I love part 5 poly dynamics because they just work so so well. Thank you for this beautiful request and your compliments! I hope you enjoy!
Giorgio and Fugo are lowkey like a dream team when it comes to being in a relationship with them.
Personally, I want to headcannon this as a vee situation. (aka Gio and Fugo are dating you, but not eachother)
That being said, they bond very closely over worshiping the ground you walk on.
Both of these men are sophisticated in their own ways and will treat you like an absolute god among men.
Expect frequent compliments and long cuddle sessions where you all read your respective books.
Giorno loves you pamper you and even help you doll yourself up sometimes, and Fugo likes to contribute by sitting back and admiring his beautiful partner.
There’s something so peaceful in this dynamic.
However, if anyone tries to go near you they will have to answer to the don himself. and no one wants that
Overall, these boys both have a lot of love to give and are happy to work together to make sure your needs are always met and that you have anything you could ever desire.
Request: Can i request the stardust crusaders with a s/o who loves/is super close with iggy~~~ HAHAHA (iggy is my BABY) I'll do anything, please!!! I love reading your works!!!! Also, I'm going on anon bc my ass is shy LOL
Note: Hello! Sorry for the long hiatus but i’m back! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!
gender neutral reader
Jotaro
We all know that this man knows what’s it’s like to prefer the company of animals over people, but did you have to bond with the ankle-biter.
You help the little shit steal food, but he thinks the way you smile and giggle as you “sneak” around is cute enough to ignore the left overs going missing.
After every thing in Egypt, he goes on a hunt for a puppy that resembles your fallen companion to help you cope.
Kakyoin
He finds your closeness with Iggy absolutely adorable.
He often is very willing to give you his table scraps for you to feed to Iggy later on.
While he himself is not very fond of the little beast, he’s willing to entertain your love for him.
Polnareff
He resents this beast from hell for all his antics. However i also like to headcannon Pol as needy for your attention, so he also hates the mutt for stealing some of your love from him.
Obviously as time goes in he slowly hates Iggy less and less, but refuses to show it.
Though, he still slyly puts his table scraps in the bag you keep for Iggy thinking you don’t notice.
Not because he like the dog, but because your love for him is just so god damn cute.
Joseph
He is like a more enthusiastic version of Kakyoin.
He absolutely loves that you have formed a bond with this unique little stand user.
Of course he gives you his left overs from dinner for Iggy if you ask; hell, he’ll order the pup his own steak if you bat your laches enough.
Avdol
He absolutely admires you for taking on the hefty role of being a safe person for this poor animal.
Sometimes, late at night when he can’t sleep, he just watches and smiles at you and Iggy cuddled together in peaceful slumber, and it helps him to feel that same peace.
He is more on the route of buying food specifically for Iggy when at stops where you can find dog food.
Request: I would like to request a oneshot of fugo & s/o on an ice skating date🥺💗👉🏻👈🏻 thank youu
Note: I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: I LOVE FUGO FLUFF! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!
Taglist: @jinkicake
“You have to actually step out onto the ice to skate, dummy,” Panacotta said as you hesitated to get on the ice.
“I know! It’s just a bit nerve racking you know...” you said, a hint of fear mixing with your words.
Pana sighed and skated close to you to quickly slip his arm around your waist and pull you onto the ice before you could back away. You made a noise of surprise and hugged him closer as you began to fall. He let out a chuckle as he held you still while you worked on balancing yourself.
“See you’re a natural,” he said to you lowly as he gently smiled.
You scoffed trying to hide how flustered he made you. “Whatever. Can you just teach me how to do this already?” you changed the subject. Excitement seeped into your veins as you started to learn how to glide on the blinding ice.
The outdoor rink was empty despite it being a perfect night to skate. It made the atmosphere a bit more romantic as it was just you two.
You and Panacotta spent the better part of the night skating around even attempting to dance as you both laughed. There were falls, scrapes, and bruises, but a memory that made it worth everything.
Diavolo, Illuso, and Melone Professor AU General Headcannons.
Request: Pls I NEED professor! AUs. Could either be Diavolo, Melone or Illuso with a fem reader (student)
Note: This is of course college AU. I decided to just do general headcanons for all of them. I hope you enjoy!
Taglist: @jinkicake
Diavolo
i can’t explain it, but i feel like he would teach some sort of business class
he would be a strict teacher
if you’re late, he would lock you out of the room and not let you in, even for exams
he probably would leave you to your own devices when it comes to work
you better be able to type/write fast because this fucker doen’t slow down for notes
you will not hear a single thing about his personal life
he keeps that shit locked up tight
he takes no nonsense and doesn’t give a shit about any of his students
Melone
he would probably teach something biology or child development related
despite what you might think, no he wouldn’t be creepy with his students
he’s less strict than Diavolo, but more than Illuso
he accepts late work to an extent, but you won’t even need to turn anything in late because he always gives hella short projects with hella long time spans
his class it a bit harder, but not ridiculous and he always tries to make it as fun as possible
he’s very friendly with his students
he’s the kind of teacher that leaves a positive mark on you for your entire school career
pretty nice dude who teaches a pretty fun class
Illuso
now THIS is the mother fucker that’s creepy with his students
i get the vibe that he would teach maybe social science(?)
he’s not very strict and you could probably bribe him with something if your grades dip
his class isn’t hard and he isn’t a hardass
he definitely accepts late work
you could not touch your work the entire semester, but turn all of it in and hour before the end of the semester and you’ll get a 100%
overall, easy going, albeit a bit weird, and is easy on his students
Stardust Crusaders Reacting to Reader With a Cobra Stand Headcanons
Request: Could I get headcanons for the crusaders first reaction to a reader who's stand looks like Avdol's but it has a head of a cobra and can charm anyone who looks straight into its eyes like the myth with snakes plz and thank you
Note: Thank you for such an interesting request! I didn’t name the stand because I didn’t feel it was needed and cause I'm lazy. I really like that stand idea as well. I hope you enjoy!
Taglist: @jinkicake
Jotaro
our favorite stotic man
he would think your stand is super cool!
of course you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you looked really close
there’s just a little sparkle in his eye that tells you all you need to know
in short, he thinks your stand is really badass and matches you perfectly
Kakyoin
he is absolutely in love with your stand
he calls it Heirophant Green’s other half
he thinks that it is suuuuper badass and will tell you such anytime you bring it out
all in all, he’s mesmerized by both you and your stand ;)
Polnareff
i think he would be scared of snakes, so he would be a bit spooked the first time he saw it
however, once he sees just how powerful it is, he’ll fall in love
he would try to pet it at some point lol
to put it simply, he would be a bit scared of the stand at first, but he’ll get used to it fairly quickly
Joseph
he would be like Jotaro, but more outwardly enthusiastic
he would talk about how cool both you and your stand are
the other crusaders would get sick of it pretty quickly lol
to sum it up, he loves your stand and isn’t afraid to say so
Avdol
he would be surprised at first
in his mind, the stand doesn’t match someone as cute as you
once he sees just how strong both you and the stand are, he’ll rethink his initial assumption of you
in short, he also thinks your stand is cool and is glad to have another person with a part animal stand on the team
Request: Aahhhh ever since I read you hand holding Pol hcs, the idea of touch starved Polnareff just made my heart ache. Could you do hcs or a fic or whatever where Pol saves the reader so reader thanks him by giving him a big hug (and maybe even a spontaneous kiss) and then just kinda... doesn't let go cuz they have a crush on him and don't wanna lose this moment just yet? This boy deserves a LONG ASS HUG. 😭
Note: Thank you for the request! Any touch starved/cuddly character has my heart. I’m sorry this is so short, but I hope you enjoy!
omg this himbo would give such good hugs
his hugs would be the epitome of a bear hug
he’ll just smush u in his big ol’ beefy arms and hold you as if you’re never gonna hug him again
at the same time though, he’ll hold you very gently, like you’re made of glass because he’s scared to hurt you
as i said i lowkey headcanon Polnareff as touch starved, so he’s always open for some affection
i feel like in a fight he would push you behind him, not because he thinks you can’t hold your own [cause u definitely can ;)], but because he’s just very protective of you
i already know that after each fight he’s gonna be glued to your hip because he’s glad that you’re both alive
he always wants hugs after the fight to help him calm down
if you end up going to a hotel or whatever after the fight, he’ll want to wind down with a shower and some cuddles
HELLO!!! I just wanted to quickly come on and thank you guys for 400 followers! This is the best birthday present I could’ve asked for! I’m glad that you guys enjoy my content and I hope that I can continue to entertain you in the fiture. I also wanted to apologize for my irregular uploads. I hope you understand how hard it is to balance school and make enjoyable things for you guys. Anyway, thank you guys so much for 400 followers!!!
Request: Hello! Do you mind if I request a little Polnareff fic? Something like him shielding the reader from harm with his body, but all reader can think about is the fact that their crush is pinning them to the ground and their faces are ultra close 🥺🥺 (it can be fluff or nsfw, i like either haha)
Note: Thank you for your request! Unfortunatly, I’m uncomfortable with writing smut, so this will be fairly fluffy. I hope you like how I wrote him.
Warnings: gender neutral pronouns
“Y/N! Watch out!” someone yelled as said person is taken to the ground by a brute force. Their head hit the unforgiving dirt with a sharp thud, and their vision spun as the young stand user watched their companions fight their latest attacker. Their vision finally focuses enough to see one of said companions on top of them, having pushed them to the ground to protect them from a stand attack. The recognizable sight of stiff, silver hair sat before them.
The fight fades into a miniscule thought as realization washes over Y/N; with it comes a surge of butterflies in their throat. Polnareff’s right on top of me! My crush is pinning me to the ground! I must be dreaming.
Said man was focused on protecting them from incoming attacks, not on the fact that their faces were barly half a foot apart. Yet that was the only thing on the person below’s mind. They were frozen in fear of what would come next.
Soon the fighting stopped, and the attacking stand user was gone. As the Crusaders gathered their bearings and assessed their wounds, Polnareff finaly realized what position he and his friend were in. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he quickly got up and held out a hand to the person previously under him.
Y/N shook themself from their flusted daze and quickly took the hand outstretched to them. “Thanks for that,” they said after clearing their throat of the butterflies still stuck there.
“No problem,” Polnareff said as he looked away to hide the blush. “Hey... um... as an apology for shoving you to the ground,” Polnareff began, unable to make eyecontact. “Would you maybe want to get dinner sometime.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and they quickly nodded “yes”. The two split up after confirming what time they should get together.
Little did they know, they had some eavesdroppers near. “You owe me 500 yen Jotaro, so pay up,” Kakyoin said looking that the other highshool student, his hand outstretched waiting for the promised money to be put in it.
“Whatever,” Jotaro said as he harshly put the money into the smirking red-head’s hand.
Request: can I request a scenario where narancia brings home stray kittens to the home he shares with his s/o🥺 and she gives into adopting them <33 thank youu
Note: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy!
“... What is that?” you ask, glaring at the bundle in your boyfriend’s arms.
“Ok so hear me out,” he begins. His face slightly paler than usual, probably because of what was in his arms.
“Hold on,” you interrupted. “Nara, are you ok? You seem sick. Here, come sit down,” you say now worried.
“No, no. I’m fine- just- look!” he says shifting his arms slightly as a motion to look inside the blanket.
You look in to see two small baby kittens. One is black with small white patches scattered along its body and piercing blue eyes. The other has silky grey fur and bright emerald eyes. They both are malnourished and shaking out of both cold and fear.
“Oh absolutely,” you say as you gently lift them both from Naraancia’s arms. “We’re keeping them.”
“I’m sorry! I- huh?” he says confused. “Wait really?!” he yells as it sinks in.
“Yep, but I get to pick the names,” you say teasingly.
“Deal,” Narancia says with the biggest smile on his face.
Bucci gang with a member that balances stuff on their head when they’re stressed.
Request: Could I request for some headcanons for the Bucci gang with a member reader who balances objects on their heads whenever they're stressed (it's a weird habit that I usually do when I'm stressed :| plz and thank u :>)
Note: I love this request! I hope you don’t mind that I kept it platonic. If that’s not what you intended just send a message and I’ll change it. Usually, when I feel stressed or anxious, I put a hand on or near my neck. I don’t know why I do it but it makes me feel safe. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Abbachio
when he first saw you doing this he didn’t really think much of it and just thought you were messing around
then he started to notice exactly when you would do it
the second time he caught you pacing your room with a textbook on your head before a big mission
and the third time he saw you valence a plate on your head before a date with you long time crush
when he caught you the fourth time, he picked up the book that you had perched on your head
“Why do you keep balencing shit on your head? Are you practicing for a talent show or something?” he asked a bit harsher than he meant
you explain to him your issue and he places the book back on your head without another word
“Carry on then” he says sitting in the chair opposite you with a glass of wine
Bruno
your cappo pretty much notices everything his team does, so he finds out pretty quick
he’s also very skilled at reading emotions, so can tell when your stressed
he soon puts two and two together and realizes your little habit
while it isn’t really a harmful thing to do, he doesn’t like to see his team stressed
he would most likely try to help you with whatever your stressed about and use the habit as your tell when your stressed
Mista
our favorite gun slinger
he’s just a small bit slower than the others
he would probably be the last to notice because of how busy he is with missions and parenting the pistols
but when he does notice he’ll just skip the bullshit and ask you straight up what your doing
once you explain though, he’ll understand and try to help you out or just do whatever you need him to
if it’s out of his control, he’ll try to make you forget about your stress by whatever means possible
Narancia
he most likely will notice the first time you do it, but not say anything because he doesn’t see anything wrong with it
or he’ll start doing it with you [which I think would be adorable]
he’ll ask you why you were doing it after you calm your giggling fit from watching him try and fail to valence a book on his head
then you explain it through dying out chuckles
“Well I hope that laugh made it better!”
and he’s right, it did help just a little bit
Fugo
he’ll also notice immediately and will be lowkey judging you from the corner
he’s a very emotionally constipated person, so he won’t just pick up on your stress
“Why the hell are you doing that?”
if you decide to grace him with an explanation, he’ll go into problem solver mode
he’s the type to try and help you figure out the quickies and esiesg way to help you with your problem
if he can’t help them he’ll most likely get pissed at the fact that there’s nothing he can do
you’ll probably have to calm him down, but once he’s calm he’ll try to have a conversation to get your mind off of that stress
Giorno
I feel like he would be similar to Bruno
he would notice and put two and two together quicker than anyone else
he’s also the type to help you out with whatever it is your stressed about
he’s not very affectionate towards people he isn’t close to, but if you need a hug then he’ll give you the best you’ve ever had
he’ll also turn whatever you were balancing on your head into a bouquet of your favorite flowers or your favorite animal
he’s really good at distracting you
Trish
[ahhh my tiny gay heart loves trish]
I think she would notice but would be hesitant to ask about it
when you start doing it more often is when she’ll ask
once you tell her though, she’ll immediately default to trying to distract you from that stress
she’ll suggest going shopping, dont worry it’s all on her
she might even treat you to an impromptu spa day at one of the fanciest places in all of Italy
