Just a blog where I reblog some of my favorite JJBAXReader fics along with art and writing prompts, Iāll also be taking writing yandere and regular requests that will posted in batches of ten so when the inbox reaches ten Iāll be closing requests. NOTE:THIS BLOG IS NSFW AND HAS SUBJECTS THAT MAY MAKE SOME UNCOMFORTABLE. Rules: https://lovelystand.tumblr.com/post/190327297641/rules-1limit-of-4-characters-per-request-and Tip Jar: https://ko-fi.com/mariahk Inbox:0 Just started part 6!
i really really hate to be doing this but things have been really bad all week and im running out of options lmao i understand people have their own issues and medical bills and im nothing special but im gonna put like idk my issues under a readmore for context of why im basically begging not to guilt but idk for context maybe?? anyway
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you can also see what fics are available in the masterlist. there's only 1 jjk currently but more to come.
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im forever grateful for any help and support people can give. like i say i know people have their own struggles and health issues and i am not special but things have been bad enough for me to have to make a post like this. liking, reblogging my fics is still support i appreciate along with reblogging and boosting this post or doing one of the options mentioned. i appreciate u all <3
the juicy part everyone wants lmao gonna keep it brief and not give anyone a super sob story because theres people dying kim but
i suffer from plaque psoriasis, don't look it up it's nasty especially if you're queezy lmao i had it somewhat bad from the age of 13 until i was 24/25 all over my arms and a little on my legs but just dealt with it until i finally was able to get treatment back in the uk. it cleared up entirely and i was put on injections a year before moving to japan. these injections are pretty serious im not sure the name but theyre bio something i am not a doctor they just clear my skin gjkf ANYWAY so moved to japan last august and i was clear up until january/february this year where it came back and hit me like a train. i couldnt see a doctor due to insurance until april/may so for months i was forced to wrap myself in saran wrap because i was in agony otherwise, i couldnt bend my arms and sleeping was a nightmare even if i was fully clothed becausee my whole body was irritated. got to see a doctor and he put me on cyclosporine which ive been on before.
anyone who knows that medication knows you cant be on it for very long. when i was on it before i was on it for a year before my injections because it isn't a long term fix and long term usage can damage your kidneys iirc. 3 months into taking my meds my bloods were coming back bad and he wanted me off them and onto my injections. i am now struggling to pay for my injections even on insurance. my insurance caps at 50k yen a month and i gotta take two injections a month which cost 35k yen each, so the cap still helps but 50k yen ($340/Ā£275) is still a lot and basically my rent every month lmao majority of income comes from my husband who works as much as he can as an english teacher.
but melk, why don't you get a job if writing fanfic can't cover your meds?
great question uh i have very severe social anxiety lmao online im for the most part ok but i can't even go out for walks by myself. great example is i tried to just go to the arcade the other day, something ive only done once before and because i wasn't feeling great and wanted to take myself out to just get a soda and look at what they have. halfway there i had a severe panic attack and sat in a dark in the dark during a storm before managing to run home and throw myself into a cold shower because i was alone and scared lmao as can be expected i cant buy anything from a store by myself, my husband buys things for me or comes with me whenever i go anywhere which is a strain on him along with being the bread maker.
im also unmedicated in terms of my anxiety because i cant afford that either lmao so i am truly raw dogging my daily anxiety and social anxiety while trying to handle everything else. i dont have a therapist i dont have medication just free online resources and a handful of super understanding and supportive friends but that's still not enough to help me in getting a job. im still looking semi-regularly for remote jobs that involve few phone calls and only emails but from my experience either i need to be in the country (typically US or UK) and/or emails and live chats are secondary to the phone calls being main job. believe it or not, phone calls are worse for me than speaking to people face to face lmao.
the icing on the cake of all this is i dont have family to fall back on, i havent spoken to anyone in my family including my parents in 5 years now and any help we do get is from my husbands family and they also helped us even get to japan so its incredibly unfair to be constantly leaning on them.
i dont think this post or anything will help and fix all my issues, but with how severe things have been its the only thing i can think to do to help while we attempt to organise ourselves and figure out ways to cut back our money further and make more side hustles.
yeah sorry anyway melk lore enjoy that like i said i appreciate anyone and everyone who supports me in any way they do and thanks for reading <3
I recently updated my commission info! If you're interested, please don't hesitate to send me a message. I would greatly appreciate any reblogs! Thank you for reading <3
Recently, the laptop I use for classes crapped out and Iād really like to get it fixed before I return this semester,, Reblogs and shares are much appreciated !! Thank you so much in advance š
im so glad you dont write fanfiction about kids, SOME adults tell other adults āyou cant simp for eri, shes 5!ā, then in the same breath thirst over a 15 year old, they cant even drive, let alone go into a bar like you can, its hypocritical, im glad you accepted that it made little kids uncomfortable and stopped, having sexual thoughts about children fictional or not is weird, i donāt understand how others do that without aging them up, theyll say they age them up but the picture of the fanfic looks just like their 15 year old self, ive heard excuses, āwe like fictional kids and draw p0rn of them cause its not socially acceptable, its just weāre writing our inner darknesses!ā that changed my whole perspective.
anon i'm not sure what you're actually saying to me, but i'll repeat that: (cut for length and discourse)
- no characters i write about have ever been depicted as under the age of eighteen.
- i support aged up content personally. i don't write it any more because a select group of harassers spam-reported my blog for 'harm to minors' and because this was around the tumblr pr0n purge it took eight months for tumblr support to look at my blog and go 'huh. actually this breaks no rules' and now it's easier to just Not. it's not a case of 'accepting that it made little kids uncomfortable' because i would HOPE that little kids weren't reading my work to begin with. i try very hard to block minors where i can. i think ages in a lot of especially shonen anime are totally arbitrary - like, do you really think part three jotaro looks and acts like an actual seventeen year old? a lot of shonen ages are chosen just so that the primary audience are like 'oh, he's the same age as me!'. half of the time my personal interest in ageing characters up is 'how does their personality change with this stressor gone and with these experiences, and how does it affect their relationships with other people'. take giorno. i am SO interested in what 25 year old mob boss giorno is like after going through all of that shit at fifteen and basically holding all of the power in the world in his hands. jojo's the only fandom i've ever actively read and consumed aged up content of, but i can also see the appeal of aged up pro-hero content of like, the bnha characters too.
- i figure a lot of people use art and gifs of the characters when they are younger because . . . that's all the content they've got to make graphics with? like yeah there's a lot of aged-up art, but not every artist wants their pieces used like that, it's a mine-field and i hope most writers are conscientious of stuff like that.
- (the idea of aged up characters in the likeness of people played by REAL children is gross though. not the one. fictional characters who are just lines on a page always.)
anyway, again: this all refers to aged up characters. i have no interest at all in reading any nsfw fics where the characters are underage.
i absolutely HATE talking about ageing up discourse, but now you know my personal views you can block and unfollow me if you would like to. i still won't be posting/writing aged up minor content (only for characters shown as 18 or older in canon, although that does include characters we first meet when they're younger and age as the stories progress), but i have lots of mutuals who do and who i love dearly.
if you are going to be an asshole about my personal opinions i will just delete your ask and block you, my blog is for Having Fun
D and J for pesci please and thank you nat š ā¤
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He hears the others talking about all the stuff that their stands could do in the bedroom, and it makes him really want to experiment with his own - unfortunately, Beach Boy isn't really made for anything sexy, so he's left high and dry. If you have a stand that might be usable in the bedroom, though . . . you'd be willing to indulge him, right?
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He's embarrassed about needing to, but sometimes it just gets too much - and his bodysuit really leaves nothing to the imagination. He'd much rather be in his bedroom with a pillow to muffle his moans and whimpers than anywhere else; he's both noisy and sensitive, and the idea of being caught somewhere other than here . . . He couldn't cope with it. He uses his imagination because porn makes him feel weird - and he always comes back to you, your smile, a glimpse of your throat. He's one of those people who gets fixated on the parts of you that aren't necessarily sexual, but are intimate - he bites into the pillow as he comes and he makes a mess, spilling all over himself. But it's better than spilling all over his sheets, at least.
hi nat it's the avdol anon again š³ i noticed that ur requests were open and uh... you might know why i'm here. feel free to take this in any direction u want but i was wondering if afab reader could get a tarot/palm line reading by avdol which foreshadows their quickly budding romance. this is just an idea but i think it's cute! tysm for reading <3
It is your third time stepping foot in Muhammad Avdolās little fortune-telling shop, and your heart is beating faster and more nervously than it ever has before. The first time, you had come with a friend who had not stopped chattering on about how theyād heard that this man was the real deal, they had friends who heād been able to tell the life story of from just a glance at a tarot card spread. You had been sceptical but humoured them, agreeing to come with them to get a glimpse of this mysterious character who would so easily be able to read oneās past. It would have been dangerous, you reassure yourself, to send your friend alone to a strange new place.
Avdol himself had looked at you and smiled and you had been hit by how warm he was. Youād assumed heād look like a charlatan, a snake-oil salesman ā but his hands had seemed genuine as heād shook yours, his thumb warm as it brushed your wrist, a curious expression on his handsome face before heād turned to your friend.
His shop smelt like burning incense, draped in rich warm shades of red and ochre, comforting as he poured you both a cup of tea. If heād been perturbed that your friend had brought with them an audience, he did not show it; merely motioned for the two of you to sit as he shuffled a well-worn pack of tarot cards.
You had expected the same vague kind of allusions as youād heard so many people make before ā broad statements that, if thought about, could be connected to anything in oneās life if the listener was desperate to do so. Youād expected his dark eyes to be sharp as he searched your friend for weakness, as he picked up on various little tremors of their face and voice and twisted them into something like cleverness.
But his voice had been unwavering and calm as heād said names straight off the bat, as heād confidently recounted incidents in their life in not quite elaborate detail, but in enough detail for you and your friend both to understand that he was the real deal. As heād predicted moments in the future, his brow furrowing as he gave advice as to paths that should be taken carefully and paths that should be embarked upon with wild fervour and excitement.
Heād taken their money with a small smile, before heād turned to you and said;
āAnd you?ā
The thought of your future spelt out by him suddenly seemed terrifying. You had shaken your head, backing away ā and he had given you that curious look again, like he saw something inside of you that youād never noticed yourself.
āMaybe next time I see you,ā heād said, and youād followed your friend out of the room with a dizziness that you couldnāt quite explain.
He had not said āif I see youā. In Muhammad Avdolās mind, the two of you meeting again was a fated occurrence. You had told yourself that you would not allow that to happen, to afraid of all of the things that could happen to you and hadnāt yet.
Of course, you go back. Your friend is desperate to see him again, after some advice that he gave them leads to a promotion at work. They want to thank him, and ask him advice for an upcoming business trip that will take them out of Egypt for six months ā when you hesitantly shake your head and bite your lip, they pout at you.
āPlease?ā They wheedle. āI wonāt see you again for half a year, this is our chance to do something together before I leave--ā
And because you love your friends, you agree, and you step foot in the comforting, homely little fortune-telling shop for the second time in your life.
Avdol does not look up from the table.
āI already poured you tea,ā he says. āPlease, take a seat.ā
Something about the atmosphere of the shop is at once terrifying and comforting to you; like a place youāve been a hundred times in your dreams. Your fingers trace the delicate gold embroidery of the table cloth as Avdol listens to your friendās ardent thanks. Itās pretty; constellations on dark midnight blue velvet.
āDo you like it?ā Youāre snapped from the daydream by Avdol. Heās looking at you, his face unreadable. āI made it myself.ā
āOh,ā you say, heat rushing to your face. āY-yes. Itās beautiful. So delicate. It must have taken a long time--ā
āI like projects,ā he says to you. āSmall work you have to take your time over. Itās satisfying to see it turn into something beautiful at the end.ā His eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at you. āWatch out for your own constellation, habibi.ā
You donāt know what he means, but your friend is tugging you out of the door before the two of you outstay your welcome, chattering on about all of the advice that Avdol has given them about making the most of their six months in a foreign country. When you round the corner and Avdolās little shop is no longer in sight, she gives you an elbow to the ribs.
āI think he likes you,ā she says, and you go all over hot and bothered at the thought of it. Thereās something about him that frays at the edges of your consciousness ā you have never felt quite so safely ensconced in anything as you feel within the warm incense-laden air of his rooms. But him liking you is ridiculous. And you donāt believe in anything so nebulous as fortune-telling.
You do some spring cleaning that weekend. In the very corner of your wardrobe, almost falling into a gap between the floor of it and the chipboard of the back, is a necklace that your mother gave you for your eighteenth birthday. Itās not precious; it was a silly little gift picked up for pennies in a market to go inside your birthday card, cheap metal. Itās a representation of the constellation you were born under.
Your heart beats too fast in your chest as you put it on.
And thatās the series of events that leads you to be stepping foot in Muhammad Avdolās fortune telling shop ten minutes before heās due to close. The lights are already off, but Avdol is sat by his table with a book in his hand and looks up as the bell over his front door rings, a smile splitting his face.
āI was expecting you earlier,ā he says. Your hands fly up to the necklace, twisting it between thumb and forefinger. āAh. Iām glad you heeded the warning.ā
āHow did you know?ā You ask him, your throat dry as you take the seat that he points to opposite him. There is already a steaming teacup in front of it; you know it will be steeped exactly how you like it, will have two spoonfuls of sugar in it, will be your favourite blend. Avdol has seemed to know that since the moment he laid eyes on you.
āThe universe works in whatever way it wills,ā he shrugs, taking a sip of his own tea. The teacup he has put in front of you is patterned with your favourite flower. āYou wanted me to read your palm, didnāt you?ā
You nod. You do not ask him how he knows what you came here for. Too many coincidences have lead you to this point, and with Avdol so close to you and you finally alone with him you are beginning to wonder if your scepticism has been misplaced. He holds his hand out over the finely embroidered velvet cloth ā you realise that your own birth constellation is exactly beneath it.
Up close, heās so handsome you can barely breathe. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, his skin reflecting the flickering candlelight beautifully. His hands are warm and dry; well-kept, as you place your own in it palm-up.
āYouāre soft,ā he says ā which is not the most professional thing for him to say, you donāt think, but your breath catches in your throat anyway. āLet me see.ā
He gently traces your life line. He murmurs something about your family, about your past, about your driving force and your career ā all of it true, all of it right. His finger dances over it as he tells you to be wary of people offering you chances that are too good to be true.
Head line. Fate line. His fingers are so warm, he holds you so gently ā you imagine what he would feel like holding your hand as a lover and chastise yourself in your head. Everything he says to you about your past is true. Everything he says about your personality, about how you value certain things and about how you are feeling right at that very moment is true. You can barely breathe as his index finger brushes along your heart line.
āAh,ā he murmurs, soft. He coughs. You swear you see his cheeks change colour, just a little, but you donāt know how to react to it. āThis is interesting.ā
āI-is that a good thing?ā You ask him, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
āPerhaps,ā he says. Thereās a rigidity to him that wasnāt there a moment ago.
āWhat . . . what does it say?ā You ask. āWhat does it mean? Am I going to meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger?ā
āNot a stranger,ā he says. He swallows, and for the first time you see Avdol looking a little nervous. āAnd I think perhaps it would be remiss for someone like me to call him handsome.ā You look curiously at him, but his eyes are focused on your smaller palm. It feels so right, being held like this. āYour heart line. Well. It says you were wary of this person at first, that you did not quite believe everything they were saying ā but that something about them seemed to draw you in even so, like a magnetic pull. It says . . .ā He seems more awkward than youāve ever seen him, and certainly more awkward than youāve ever heard anyone describe an encounter with him. āIt says you should trust your instincts. And if you want to make a move . . . well. It seems to think today is as good a day as any.ā
Your eyebrows scrunch as you think about what he could mean. You havenāt had any thoughts about anyone like that, recently. Thereās nobody in your life. Hell, Avdol is the first man youāve touched like this in the past week--
And a lightbulb goes off over your head.
It explains the way that you feel in his shop, the way that your heart seems to beat just a little bit quicker around him. It explains the constellations and the teacup and the way the two of you keep not quite meeting one anotherās eyes.
āIām sorry,ā Avdol says. āThis is unprofessional, I should be closing up shop right now--ā
He goes to drop your hand, but you breathe in soft and sure as you whisper with a dry voice;
āWait.ā
He looks at you from under thick dark lashes. The whole of outer space feels like itās contained within his eyes; dark constellations, secrets you can only wish you understood. You take a deep breath to gather all of your courage up within you. You think of Avdol warning you about things offered that seem too good to be true, but you push back the anxiety.
āWould you like to get something to eat, sometime? Iād ask about something to drink, but . . . I donāt think anything will measure up to the tea.ā
Avdol looks at you. His eyes linger over your face; the cross between trepidation and hopefulness. They flicker back down to your palm. The small smile he gives you in return to yours is just as shaky as your own.
āYes,ā he says, quietly. āI would love to.ā
nsfw scenario of pesci getting the succ from his s/o in la squadra's hideout and they get walked in on by some other team members, including prosciutto? (because they didn't know that they'd be back so soon)
hi anon! i hope you donāt mind i did headcanons instead <3
ā” It takes you a lot to convince Pesci it will be alright for you to do this in the main room of the base; heās shy at the best of times when it comes to the more intimate embraces you two share. But youāve always been able to wrap him around your finger and flutter your eyelashes and have him in the palm of your hand. Heās just so hopelessly in love with you - and you with him. When you move your hand down the front of his body to gently stroke the growing bulge between his thighs, you soon see that the idea of you and him doing something so shameless in public isnāt just scandalising him but turning him on, too. You massage it for a while through the fabric, enjoying the way that he whimpers and whines, bucking into your touch, breathing hard already. When you slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him, you keep perfect eye contact as you urge him to peel down his bodysuit so that you can get at what you want.Ā
ā” Pesciās not the longest, but his cock is thick, and the sight of it stiff and ready to be touched makes your mouth water. Youāre very sweet as you press a kiss to the tip of it, looking up at him with a softness in your eyes that always makes him feel like he could take on anything in the world for your smile. When your tongue darts out to taste him, he lets out a hiss of breath, one hand coming to gently cup the back of your head and his own falling onto the cushions of the sofa. Itās so easy for both of you to lose yourself in one another - you in the hollowing of your cheeks and the movement of your tongue, and him in the soft, warm wetness thatās engulfing him so beautifully. Youāre too far gone to hear the door quietly open, but when it does, La Squadra seem to stream in like theyāre eight legs of the same beast--
ā” Formaggio alerts you both to his presence first, with a wolf-whistle and a shout about how Pesciās finally gettinā some action, and it looks like itās good action too - he will he bit over the head and dragged out by somebody else, probably laughing at his own hilarity.
ā” Illuso knew there was something going on the moment he got into the hideout as a whole, but even he couldnāt have predicted this - he never thought Pesci would be so brave. Heās got a little smirk on his face as he files this away for future use, lest this new weakness of Pesciās and yours be exploitable for his gain at some point - he does, at least, leave of his own volition (though he embeds the view of your face with your mouth open and lips around a shaft into his memory. Again, for future use).
ā” Prosciuttoās face goes all-over thunder. Heās proud of Pesci, of course - this is manliness, he thinks, and his main goal is to give Pesci confidence in himself. This is something that takes a lot of confidence. But he also believes in manners, and this is certainly not a polite thing to have your entire team walk in on - and, if heās very honest with himself, the tightness in his throat is partly because of you. Heās been secretly jealous of Pesci over you for longer than heād like to admit, and this just feels like rubbing it in his face - so Prosciutto immediately turns and tries to bark out to the others that they ought to give you both some privacy to get yourselves decent!
ā” Melone is immediately draping himself over the back of the sofa, criticising your technique, being surprised at what exactly Pesci is packing - he doesnāt mind the free entertainment at all. He will eventually be dragged out of the room by Risotto, Prosciutto, or Ghiaccio - depending on which one of them recovers first.Ā
ā” Ghiaccio goes red with rage. That youād be so shameless, doing this, in the common area - all of you sit on that couch, you know! Couldnāt you have just done it in a bedroom like a normal person? Whatās wrong with you? He either will explode with shouts and screams, or heāll be unable to pull up his anger enough to make coherent sentences. There is no in between.Ā
ā” Sorbet and Gelato look at one another, and then back to you. They do not say anything, but they smirk, wrapping themselves closer around one another.Ā āHow shameless,ā Gelato purrs into Sorbetās ear.Ā āAt least when we do it, we try and avoid becoming a public show.ā
ā” Risotto goes very quiet. He will be the one to herd out the rest of the group, if they donāt move themselves. Heāll have a talk with both of you about appropriate use of the common areas of the hideout later, but right at that moment heās a little flustered by both of you and needs some space to calm down. The least he can do is make sure the rest of La Squadra arenāt there watching you.Ā
Another sweet commission I got to write for @spaceispeachy, who wanted some more steamy interaction between Joseph and Rachel! Thank you for commissioning me again hon and I hope you all enjoy this piece!
Rating: R
Pairing: Joseph Joestar/Rachel
Summary: Joseph comes home to a cute, frilly surprise.
Warnings: Frilly aprons, Aprons with nothing underneath, Kitchen sex, sex in the kitchen, established relationship/marriage, cunnilingus, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie and cum eating.
Festival lights can be mistaken for stars, if you're with the right person (Josuke Higashikata/Maica)
A lovely piece I got to write for the incredible @daisy-dumpling! I truly adored writing for her character and Josuke, and I thought they made an incredibly cute couple to write this piece for. Thank you for commissioning me, and I hope you all enjoy this piece! Included is a picture drawn by the talented @mariesmhā, which was drawn to go along with this commissioned piece!Ā
Rating: R
Pairing: Josuke Higashikata/Maica
Summary: Josuke confesses his feelings to Maica, and things get a little steamy between the love birds.
Warnings: Friends to lovers, love confessions, confessions leading to sex, gentle/loving sex, first time, technically first date, festivals, praise kink, breast play/worship, impregnation, size difference/kink and general cuteness.
Donāt go sharing your devotion - Lay all your love on me (Vinegar Doppio/Reader)
This was an awesome commission I got to write for @daisy-dumpling, who wanted some good good toppio content on this blog >;3c Thank you for commissioning me to write this and I hope you all like it!
Rating: R
Pairing: Vinegar Doppio/Reader
Summary: Youāve managed to escape your loverās clutches during your pregnancy and have hidden yourself away to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, Doppio isnāt one to let what belongs to him disappear.
Warnings: Pregnancy/mentions of birth, dubcon, rough sex, coercion, breast worship, stocking kink/stocking ripping, unsafe sex, creampie and yandere tendencies.
