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AGED UP
SHORT ENEMIES TO LOVERS
SAME HOTEL ROOM?
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˗ˋˏ 𖢻 ˎˊ˗ Trust Me, Won’t You? (P4!AU Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader NSFW) ˗ˋˏ 𖢻 ˎˊ˗
ദ്ദി •⩊• ) Soooo initially I said I wouldn’t do age ups. Im debating on it, bc I did enjoy writing this, but I will be making a more concise and accurate rule set over this weekend, please read them before sending something in. No shade to this request tho; like I said it was fun!! (Clearly bc it got so long lmao)
Kakyoin is so chill, it’s hard for me to imagine him disliking anyone lmao. In this, you, Jotaro and him are around the time period of P4. Hope this did justice!
Mentions: shower/non sexual nudity, alcohol, Kakyoin going down on you, afab genitalia, penetrative sex, emotionally constipated Kakyoin
Unwavering support, a nearly endless stream of money on an IV drip. Seamless excursions to every corner of the world to investigate those accursed ones who coveted the cut of the arrow, its fever belying untold power— that was the quality you were used to, admittedly, spoiled by, from the Speedwagon Foundation.
The one time there was an exception to the rule, of course it had to be now.
“Only… one other room is available?”
If this had been ten years earlier, the man in white would have shot you a death glare for the “redundant question”, but now he merely sighs. Age and peace had sanded down doctorate-student Kujo’s sharp demeanor; not like you’d mention it. Perhaps it was also the presence of the other man’s hand settling on his shoulder, patting him gently, with an uneasy smile.
“It’s not a problem, Jotaro. There’s a couch in your suite, isn’t there?” Kakyoin asks. “I have no problem sleeping there.”
Without even asking, as usual. Frowning, you open your mouth but he shakes his head before you can speak.
“Ah-ah,” he teases. “Jotaro and I have roomed together quite a bit, and you had à very long flight.”
“And?” You ask, crossing your arms and tapping a foot on the carpet. Maroon, gold and purple dressings give the Hong Kong lobby a rather modern, Western look, almost lounge-like if it weren’t for the dark wood framing plush cushions, flowers spraying out of tall, ornate black vases. Low RnB curled around the furniture, a crooning voice recalling lovers past. Abstract paintings with brush strokes that arch the same as the flower steps with hang on the deep colored walls— it feels downright suffocating, you think, as the summer heat swells against the insistent push of air conditioning. Sheesh. You fan your face quickly before looking the red haired man his face, hard. “I’m also not as long as the couch.”
His eyes narrow. “You haven’t even seen it.”
“Neither of you could take it anyway.”
“Pardon?” Kakyoin says. Jotaro pinches the bridge of his temple.
“The old man is upstairs, remember? He’s in my bed, I’m on the couch. Didn’t think he should room by himself…”
And he doesn’t know when to not butt in, you can hear him mutter. Just like—
“Ah. Of course. It’s not 1989 anymore,” the red haired man concedes, and crosses his arms tightly.
Noriaki Kakyoin rarely betrayed any hint of being flustered, to your absolute annoyance— you’d seen him angry, sure, residual Stand users who had pledged themselves to Dio coming after you would annoy anyone, but never unsettled like this; pink cheeked, shoulders ramrod stiff across. It could just be the heat.
He is dressed in a full, forest green suit— a gauzy white and yellow shawl draped around his shoulders that he often used to prevent his scalp from burning in the more southern ventures. Muscles that had only grown and expanded beyond the high school pictures he showed you one time tighten and flex beneath the silky fabric. Over-elegant, as always.
Before he can meet your eyes, you fan your face again and look away, pressing your marginally cooler fingertips into your cheeks to dispel the blood.
Chrissakes. Sharing a room with him would be the worst. Not that he would be the usual freak; or maybe he was, with that creepy Stand. Never had he pushed you beyond the same polite flirt he’d toss at a waitress who paid extra attention. Professional to a T. Jotaro felt extra aggressive in comparison, but at least he wore his emotions on his sleeve. Kakyoin’s coolness was almost unsettling in comparison. It was impossible to read him. Apart from how clear he thought you were immature for this position.
The worst was how everyone else saw the “gentleman”, taking the lead during missions, cutting you off in conversations, rewriting your plans without discussing them with you. You kept it cool. You kept it professional, even when he moved you around like a chess piece despite your equal standings.
A job. It’s just a job, nothing more. He’s your coworker. You take a deep breath.
“Well,” you say lightly, almost half joking— maybe that would make the black haired man stop staring daggers above the trembling receptionist’s shoulder— and laying a hand on the cool marble desk, you shrug a shoulder. “As long as the AC’s better in there than in here, I don’t mind. It’s a double, yeah?”
The receptionist catches your line and bobs his head in a nod. You smile, and visibly his shoulders relax. Creases in the shoulders of his ill fitting suit refuse to settle.
“Sounds good. Don’t overthink it,” you toss back at the two men behind you; though you’re saying it as much for them as yourself. “Let’s just get through this trip.”
“Tch.” Jotaro shakes his head out of your periphery, and you roll your eyes as you face the anxious receptionist once more.
“Y-yes. Please enjoy your stay, we truly are sorry for the inconvenience,” he stammers.
Sweat beads at his brow. As he hands you the keys in hands that are too still shaking just a hair, they’re covered in a thin film of perspiration where his palms were. You try not to cringe.
“Alright—“ stretching your arms above your head and grinning; if the room was half as plush as this lobby, you’d be sitting pretty over the next few days. “As you said I had a loooong flight, Kakyoin, I think I’ll go drop off my bags if you want me to take yours—“
But as you turn to face him, you pause.
His eyes are a little harder than usual— or is it your imagination? Stormier. The usual easy curve of his mouth is razor thin.
Before you can ponder, the darkness dissipates from his expression. Back is the gentle smile and he nods, talking easily, in the same quiet, polite tone that grated you.
“Would you like me to carry your bag? I at least want to drop mine off as well. If you would like to shower, Jotaro and I could debrief.”
“No need, I have—“
“I insist,” he replies simply, and picks up your duffle bag with as much effort as scooping up a puppy. His own suitcase rolls, and carefully he loops the straps of your own bag to hook onto the extending handle he pulls along.
Your brow raises. Of course he’d take it on himself. As you three head to the elevator, you bite your cheek. Just à few days, you remind yourself. You can do it.
“Were you two going to do that at the bar?” You hand Kakyoin his own key, and, punching in your floors, you tap your toe on the ground. “I can wait to shower if the Foundation is paying for a little cocktail.”
“We have to be up at nine tomorrow,” Kakyoin warns. You roll your eyes.
“Yeah, and I’m offended you still think I’m a lightweight. Remind me who it was that woke who when we were in Berlin?”
The dark haired man sighs, pushing his hands in his pockets. “Chrissakes. No, we were going to meet in my room. There’s already a bar provided if you’re so inclined.”
“Why do you have to phrase it like that?” You shake your head, and “tch”.
“Just relax.” You manage to hide à scowl at the nudge Kakyoin gives you, cornflower irises glimmering in the low light. “If the selection in his room isn’t to your taste, it’s à sign.”
“If I keep sweating like this, I’ll need at least two,” you remark.
“Don’t get drunk,” Jotaro mutters. You stick out your tongue.
“Fine. One,” you say.
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“Nope. Definitely five.”
Maybe seven. Maybe you didn’t even want to wake up tomorrow, you think, rubbing your temple. Because if the prospect of sharing a room set you off, sharing a BED would send you through the impressive glass windows and into the inky night like a shooting star. You were high enough. You would die instantly. And you’re seriously considering it as you both stare at the (admittedly large) king size bed.
“There’s a couch in here too,” Kakyoin says. But it’s a little strangled, as you pinch the inside of your arm to bring yourself down to earth. Slowly, you exhale.
“That’s barely a loveseat, don’t even.”
Are you projecting, or do you hear satisfaction in his voice? “Then, you admit it’s too short for yourself as well.”
“No,” you start, but before you can continue, he sighs and cuts you off.
“I’ll sleep on the floor.”
This stupid shtick. “No way, we need you to be mobile. I can rough it an inch.”
“You are the only one with the ability to go undercover.” He counters, and presses fingertips together. “They’ll know Jotaro and I immediately, we need you in top acting form.”
“And you don’t think I can act after bad sleep? What kind of half assed—“
“I refuse to sleep in the bed,” he says firmly.
“Fine.” You hesitate. Ah, hell. Neither of you would end up sleeping in the bed at this rate, and damn didn’t that bed look nice. “Well if we’re going to share anything, it’s gonna be the bed.”
He coughs. You glance up at him, his cheeks reddening rapidly, and unable to meet your eyes. “Um… You’re positive?” Kakyoin asks, and you use every ounce of you to make your tone nonchalant, a tiny bit of laughter sneaking through. How could you help it, he looked so boyish, blushing like that and looking away. His turn to get treated like à little kid. And it alleviates a tiny bit of the pounding of your heart against your chest.
“We trust each other with our lives on the field, I could trust you here, Mr. Perfect Gentleman. And I’m sick of arguing.”
“Oh I’m-- you really think that of me?” he asks. As you scoop your bag off his, you frown.
“Yeah… is something wrong with that?”
“No, but… it’s not important,” he reassures, and sits on the bed, smoothing a hand over the clean white duvet. But you can’t help but notice the bitterness in his voice… the usual poise cracking just a hair. Brows furrowing further, you unzip your bag and scoop out your toiletry bag and a loose suit set, something that would be nice enough to sit around with your colleagues but not uncomfortable, a light cotton inoffensive to the weather.
Silence descends upon the room, stark as night without a sunset. The lamplight is honey-colored, not particularly bright, and casts his neutral tones into a strangely warm glow; highlighting the cool maroon in his red hair, and you pivot to the bathroom.
“If you say so. I’m going to shower.”
“If I meet Jotaro, I’ll leave à note,” he calls behind you. You close the door without letting your gaze go above where his knees may be. Heart pounding. Squeezing your eyes shut.
Fuck. This was going to really suck.
Steam lifting off your freshly scrubbed skin, you sigh and step out into the cool tile of the bathroom. You hadn’t gotten to soak it in earlier, too stressed with the situation of the room, the fact that there was yet another fly to squash, who likely had no important new information. Last… three leads were duds?
You try to remember, tucking your head into a towel and wiping down the majority of your body with another. At the very least, there was an abundance of those-- you think, sliding on the soft blue cotton set and opening the door.
He’s seated on the bed, up towards the small bed desk. When he sees you, he pauses-- doesn’t say anything, and then turns back to the phone. “Jotaro?”
“What is it?” you whisper. Kakyoin shakes his head and continues to listen with a frown.
“I understand. If you would like--”
Another pause. Then, he says, slowly, “Yes. Then, let’s wait until tomorrow. I’ll let you know if we need anything.”
Quiet again. You clear your throat.
“Mr. Joestar has fallen asleep. Jotaro was asking if we could postpone the debrief.” Actually focusing, you really look at him, and blink-- he’s also gotten into more comfortable clothes, a tee shirt and loose silk pants that contour his thighs well.
You hope you haven’t looked too long. Had you ever seen him out of uniform? Him looking somewhat human was almost more annoying than his usual appearance.
“Okay, that’s fine. Did you want to--”
“There’s--” he stops. “I’m sorry. I’ve done that a few times now.”
“It’s… fine, did you want to go to the hotel bar?”
“I would prefer not to step out like this. And it’s likely not a good idea to go alone.”
Unfortunately he was right. You sigh, and shrug.
“No worries, then.”
“Well…. We have small bottles,” Kakyoin says. You frown; hadn’t he just said you shouldn’t drink barely an hour before? “Would you like one in particular?”
You hum, leaning against the doorframe. “A red wine?”
“I’ll take the sake.” He scoops up a white bottle and a clear bottle filled with red liquid from the open fridge.
He’s graceful. Opening your bottle and pouring it first, handing you the glass before he even looks at his bottle. Always so considerate.
“Here.”
“Thanks,” You say, trying to sound nonchalant, to a middling effect— trying not to cringe. Hair falling in his face, he tips his own cup against yours; a small sake cup, porcelain.
“Kanpai.”
“Cheers.”
Taking a sip, you stride towards the bed. Fatigue crawls through your veins as you sit, carefully, on the edge. The only other option is the loveseat, which is not any less stain proof than the duvet, and you’re beat. As soon as your body heard the permission to relax, it did, and you swirl the little bit of wine in the glass.
“I suppose Mr. Joestar is getting up in years. Was he really that much more spry ten years ago?” You ask. Casual conversation had to be better than just sitting here in silence. Maybe he wouldn’t be so insufferable when he actually talked about himself.
“He had his pains, sure. But I wouldn’t call him anything less than capable back then.” He pauses, and tilts his cup back. “Quite a threat.”
“Hm. It would be interesting to see him at his prime… though, did he have a Stand then?”
“No, he didn’t.” The bed dips beside you. You tense for a moment as he lays back on the pillows, kicking his feet up. Kakyoin plucks two pillows from the headboard and lays them in a vertical line down the bed towards you. You can’t help it, snorting and shaking your head.
“You don’t have to do that yet, we’re not going to bed yet.”
“Are you sure?”
You sigh. This felt like too much. Despite each of your best efforts, you couldn’t focus on the topic, especially not when he was staring at you like that. Your arms cross.
“Listen, I’m not dense. I get that you think I’m immature or something, but we’re adults. We can sit next to each other without à wall between us.”
“What would you know about what I think?” he asks.
You freeze. That’s not a tone you’ve heard from him before… strained, sure, but lower than usual. Taking one more swallow of your drink you set it down, looking up at the man-- who closed the gap between the two of you in what feels like an impossible amount of time.
You almost fall off the bed, leaning over to set your cup down. Deep breath. The words are on your lips, as you’re turning to him: that you hate me?
He answers when his lips press to yours.
A startled sound between a squeak and a gasp is muffled by his mouth, as he leans forward into you, your elbows pressing into the mattress. Hardly leaning any of his weight on you, and yet still he feels overwhelming; the taste of the rice wine, his clean eucalyptus aftershave. Lingering warmth from the hot water. The tentative, hovering heat of his body above yours.
As his soft lips leave yours, you meet his eyes. Your stomach leaps when you see the pupils blown out with lust, lids heavy as if the thin scars were pushing them shut. Almost immediately, he blinks, and retreats just a few inches.
“I-- I’m sorry, I’m being--”
But this time, you don’t let him finish.
Practically pouncing on him, you kiss Kakyoin with a renewed fever-- blood pumping, heart practically vibrating in your chest. He’s surprised for only a moment before he kisses back with as much fervor, wrapping his arms around your waist, heaving you up to sit on his lap in one smooth motion. You were right about his strength.
Wavy hair brushes your nose as he slides the clothes you just put on back off-- one hand on your hip, the other on your back, under the thin fabric. Beneath you, the insistent swell of his cock makes you gasp. He responds by tossing your shirt to the side.
“Did you really.. Think I couldn’t think of you like this?”
“What?” You whisper, confused-- before you can form another thought his mouth is against the curve of your chest, kissing, nipping, one hand on your back pressing you to him and the other gripping your waist so tight you worry you’ll bruise. Slow, but painfully so-- he slides his hand under the waistline of your pants, on the bare skin of your hip. Tentatively you let one hand slide under the hem of his shirt, and his hand on your back hastily meets yours and scoops his shirt off. Your bare stomachs press against each other. Another shaky breath leaves your lips when your hips twitch along his lap; the red haired man groans.
“Maybe it’s too late to ask,” he murmurs, and without another moment’s hesitation, flips you over onto your back. You don’t get to say anything before he’s tugging on your bottoms, not pulling them all the way down, but low enough on your hips that the v-shape of your pelvis is visible from where you lay. Satin like curls brush against your bare skin with a shiver.
“Is it alright?”
Seriously? You grit your teeth. “Kakyoin, I swear to god, if you don’t--”
He pulls your pants down just enough to slot his face between your thighs, and immediately scoops under your swelling clit with the tip of his tongue.
Choking on your own breath, you press back into the headboard, hips curling into his mouth. One hand pushes your clothes down all the way as he gently laps at your soft folds, sliding a thin finger down from your clit to your entrance, circling it. Your hips jerk
Wetness from you mixes with his spit, and as he pushes the digit into you the obscene squelch sends shivers down your spine. Shit.
He hums around your clit. “You sound nervous.”
“You should put that silver tongue back to its best use,” you rasp, and a hand tangles in his hair to push his lips back down to your pussy.
Without hesitation, he dives back in. Sucking along the little bundle of nerves at the top of your thighs, curling his finger against your g-spot, you moan; grasping into his hair, you feel him do the same before you hear it. Eagerly he eats you, letting the rough pad of his tongue brush up against every sensitive part before the curl in your gut snaps.
“F-fuck… Kakyoin, I—“
And you tip over the edge, body trembling. Pleasure ripples from your wet cunt all the way up your spine, a strange light feeling that lifts you off the bed. But his hands lock around your hips, and even as you spasm, he continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you, sucking harshly on your clit.
Too much. Too much.
Your hands tighten on his hair, and you can feel how harshly you’re tugging on it, but Kakyoin bullies you through it. His hold is iron. Your abdomen muscles flex and twitch as you slide down the headboard, weakly trying to push his soft lips and tongue away. But it’s as if he’s possessed— ignoring your protests in a cracked voice as you arch away from the mattress and unwittingly, further into his mouth. That same feeling ripples through you again, and you cry out as your second orgasm of the night wracks your frame.
“S-stop… s’too… Kakyoin…”
He finally rises from your thighs with a pop, releasing your puffy, abused clit and straightening. On your back, dazed from cumming so hard, you can’t help but feel small as he looms over you. The curve of his cock under the silk pants barely brushes your stomach— you whimper.
“This is the only way I can stand to hear that sound,” he murmurs, pulling his pants down— your hands hover around his thighs, as his length hits against his stomach lightly. It’s impressively sized, in a way that makes your chest flutter. You wrap your hand around it, and give an experimental stroke; he moans, and leans over you. Teasing the hot head between your wet thighs, he continues softly, “Just like this.”
As if asking, the very tip of him dips inside you. Hissing, you widen your hips further and let him sink into you, the sheer length of him brushing against a spot so deep you almost gasp. He exhales, straightening, and gazing down at you.
Gone are the politely sweet, near condescending eyes of before. He looks positively feral.
After a moment he begins to move. Kakyoin’s sharp hips snap against yours in a soft rhythm at first, building into something needier. You too, scrabble at his arms, for purchase, something, his pelvis brushing against your oversensitive clit and pushing out soft, fucked out sounds. Kiss swollen lips are caught again as he picks up your hips, bending you back further as you squeak.
“So good…” he murmurs. “You feel absolutely amazing around me.”
Nonsense babble is all you can come up with. Wet, lewd sounds filling the air as he drags his cock against your cunt, squeezing around him like a vice. Each vein. The scoop of his head. You fit him too well. As he tilts your neck to kiss you, you hold to him for dear life, legs bent back and trembling, the warmth too much as you clench.
“Mm.. Kakyoin, I’m go—“
“You first,” he manages to get out, and the pad of his thumb finds your clit one more time.
Fuck. Fuck him for that.
And you cum around him with a scream.
The ecstasy spreads through you like lightning, seizing your limbs and making you tremble. Spent, you tuck your head into his shoulder, heaving, your exhausted body sweaty against his.
He hisses. Thrusting into you off rhythm, he breaks, pulling out and spilling his release over your tummy, letting it drip towards your crotch and abused pussy. Kakyoin breathes heavily, pressing his forehead against yours.
Neither of you speak for a moment. As if in disbelief. That hadn’t… happened, right?
But as you’re pondering that in your fucked out head, there’s the soft brush of a towel against your midsection.
As you look up, you’re met with your companion’s red face, unable to meet your eyes as he cleans you up. His lips part, but close again. There’s almost a glint of shame in his eyes.
Was he… why was he like fhis?
Frowning, you grab his chin and force him to look at you. He presses his lips together, feigning irritation— but he can’t hide his blush.
“Kakyoin.” Your voice cracks with the last hour’s use.
“Y/N.”
“Can we be adults for a second?”
He raises an eyebrow. You sigh.
“Why do you coddle me?”
His expression shifts, and you’re as surprised as he looks. “I do… what?” He asks.
“You always shift plans so I have the least involvement. Or you get rid of me entirely in the planning. I barely get into the field and it’s becoming an issue because you two are so recognizable— you said it yourself earlier. I don’t hate you,” you add slowly, your voice getting softer. “I just don’t get why you think I’m incompetent.”
He hesitates, and exhales, shoulders slumping. “I apologize. I’ve been acting somewhat like Jotaro.”
“At least he’s easy to read.”
“And I am not?” He asks, exasperated. But then clears his throat and continues, calmer. Sheepish, even. “I thought I was obvious. I kept moving you because… I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
You blink at him. Then, as if planned, you swipe up one of the pillows he’d used to create a line between you two, and hit him in the head.
“W— what the heck?” He snaps, but his tone starts to elevate in surprise as he hears you laugh. With it, like a bucket of cool water, you feel every single muscle in you de-tense, shaking your head, finally grinning at him. Kakyoin blushes.
“Yeah, yeah, you have more years of experience, but chrissakes, do you have that little faith in the foundation’s training?”
He huffs. “No. And I realize how foolish I was now.”
“Thanks for explaining yourself. At least. I didn’t expect you to be shy with your emotions.” You slide off the bed, steadying yourself on worn out legs.
He takes your hand, keeping you upright. As you ready à tease, he cuts you off, softly, saying something that makes your heart race. “I lost my reason. I do, around you.”
As he stands, you keep your hand in his, looking up at him. Tousled red curls. His carved jaw, the elegant sculpt of his neck and shoulders down to his chest. Such pretty eyes. Focused on you with gentleness, but adoration as well— as if you were a sight he’d traveled hundreds of miles for.
“Kakyoin…”
After à moment of debate, you kiss his cheek.
When you retract, he’s even redder. You grin.
“Let me keep you on track, then.”
+18 jolyne cujoh and her crybaby!girlfriend ˚.✦
Jolyne presses the tip of the strap into your tight hole, you whimper as she pushes in, stretching you open. It’s too much, too big, your eyes start watering instantly. “J-Jolyne… fuck, it’s so deep already!”
“Aw, baby,” she coos, voice dripping with fake sympathy while she sinks another inch. “My poor girl can’t even take the first half without tearing up?”
Tears slip down your cheeks as she bottoms out, hips flush against your ass. You’re full, so fucking full, your pussy flutters against her cock, a broken sob leaves your throat. You try to grab at her arms but she pins your wrists above your head with one hand, leaning down until her lips brush your ear.
“Shh, shh. Don’t cry so loud, dumbass.”
She starts moving, rolling her hips in deep, steady thrusts that make your whole body jolt. Every time she drives in, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure-pain hits you and you can’t stop the whimpers spilling out. “T-too much… Jolyne puh— ahh! it’s t’much, I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” she growls, picking up the pace. Her free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her while she fucks you. “You asked for my cock like a desperate slut and now you’re gonna take it. Look at those pretty tears. God, you’re such a mess already.”
Your sobs mix with moans as she angles her hips and hits that spot inside you over and over. Your brain is melting. All you can do is cry and shake, legs trembling around her waist.
“F-fuck… I’m gonna— please!”
“Please what?” Jolyne laughs, degrading and sweet all at once. She leans down and licks a tear off your cheek. “Gonna cum from getting your pussy wrecked? C’mon, show me how stupid you get.”
She fucks you harder, your mind blanks until your babbling and begging so hard your voice cracks. Every thrust pushes another whimper out of you until you’re not even forming words anymore.
“That’s it,” she praises. “My dumb little pussy. Can’t even think when I’m inside you, can you? Just a hole for me to use.”
You cum hard, sobbing her name, body clenching around the strap while she keeps thrusting through it, dragging it out until you’re a twitching, tear-stained wreck underneath her. Jolyne doesn’t stop, just grins down at you like she owns every pathetic sound you make.
“Good girl. Now let’s see how much more you can cry for me.”
content:: messages that remind me of josuke higashikata
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HANDS ON ME
Pairing: Guido Mista x m!reader
Synopsis: The exciting anticipation of the weekend is something nearly everyone can relate to, especially considering your predicament. After being slighted by your ex-boyfriend, your friends convince you to go to the club as a way to get him off your mind. It's just your luck when you spot a cute stranger to distract you from alll the heartbreak.
Content: [SMUT] Vers Mista, 'Top' Reader, (Switch Implications for both), Canon Divergent, Alternating POV (briefly) Alt. Colors Mista, Cub Mista (hairy/a bit chubby. Sue me.), Mista is mixed race, And has so much swagger hello, Everyone is at least 20, Club Setting, First Meeting, Flirting, Lots of dancing, Grinding, Dry Humping, Nipple Stimulation, Coming Untouched, Ass grabbing, Coming Prematurely, Morals? What Morals?
WC: 9.2k
a/n: I listened to a shit ton of 2000's music while writing this, I encourage you do the same LMAO. Ik it took me forever to finish this, so sorry! Also somehow this ended up being nearly as long as the Bruno fic so...Hope you enjoy <3
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HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT THERES NOTHING THERE
hi
Legitimately good example of how thorough you need to be to protect private information
HELLO!!! It’s me 🖋️ anon!
Could you please write the part 4 cast with gn!reader with a speed based stand that has chronic pain in their leg and using their stand makes the pain in their leg worse? But they stay optimistic and still keep using the stand?
(Sorry if this is too specific I just kinda mixed my own problems with my oc’s stand😓✌️)
THANK YOU IN ADVANCE :3
Yes of course 🖋️ anon!! I hope you enjoy!
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Josuke:
At first, Josuke thinks your stand is “SO COOL” speed types always catch his attention. Then he sees the limp you try to hide afterward.
“Oi… did you always walk like that?”
You brush it off with a smile. Josuke frowns like a puppy who knows he’s being lied to.
Once he realizes your leg pain gets worse from using your Stand, he becomes insanely protective:
He offers to heal you constantly, even if it won’t fix the core issue.
He tries to convince you to “just let me handle the fighting, okay?”
But he also respects that you WANT to use your Stand.
The moment he sees you push through pain and stay upbeat? He gets emotional. “You’re seriously incredible, y’know that? But… don’t carry it all by yourself. I’m here too.”
He’ll walk slow for you without making it obvious. He’ll pretend he’s tired, just so you don’t feel like you’re holding anyone back.
Okuyasu:
Okuyasu says the quiet part out loud “Your leg hurts? Why didn’t you SAY something? I woulda carried you!”
You: laughing nervously Okuyasu: already crouching down like “get on.”
He doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile, he treats you like you’re his buddy and he just wants to help. His support is shameless, loud, and sincere:
He’ll hold your arm without asking.
He’ll yell at your stand “HEY! STOP HURTING THEM, YOU JERK!”
He brings you food because “pain makes ya hungry, right??”
When he sees you stay positive despite everything?
He admires you SO deeply. “You’re strong… stronger than me, for sure.” He says it with zero irony. He means it.
Koichi:
Koichi = softest emotional support.
He’s the first one to notice patterns, the way you hide the wince, or always sit after fights. When you explain the drawback of your Stand, Koichi listens with full focus, nodding gently.
“That must be really hard… but I’m proud of how you handle it.”
He researches stretches, support braces, anything that could help. He NEVER treats you like a burden. If anything, he thinks you’re inspirational. During missions, he always checks in:
“Are you okay? Need a second? We can rest.”
He adjusts his pace for you automatically.
If anyone makes comments about your limp or pain?
Koichi becomes braver than God intended.
“Hey! Don’t talk to them like that!”
Rohan:
Rohan acts like he doesn’t care. But he definitely cares. The first time he sees you use your Stand and then grab your leg after, he pauses, eyes narrowing like he’s analyzing a rare animal.
“Your Stand has a drawback, doesn’t it?” Once he understands the situation, he treats your pain very matter-of-factly:
He refuses to pity you.
He refuses to let you downplay it.
He refuses to let you avoid talking about it.
If you’re optimistic anyway, he both respects and hates it.
“You’re smiling again. You’re either stubborn or foolish.” (Translation: Rohan cares so much he might explode.)
Eventually, he starts adjusting his behavior subtly. Slowing his stride but pretending he’s “thinking about a new manga panel.”
Positioning himself between you and danger. Offering to use Heaven’s Door to gather intel so YOU don’t have to fight. And one day, without thinking, he says:
“If you’re going to insist on being reckless, at least allow me to protect you properly.”
He’s trying.
Yukako:
Oh she notices immediately. Yukako has laser eyes. You can’t hide a single flinch from her. The first time you push through pain to keep up with everyone, she grabs your hand.
“You don’t have to pretend around us.”
She’s fierce about it, protective to the point of intensity. She admires your optimism, but she sometimes gets frustrated at how much you hide your pain.
“You’re allowed to sit. You’re allowed to rest. You don’t have to smile through everything.”
She helps with hair, with makeup, with anything small that saves you physical strain.
She’ll fight anyone who says you’re “weak.”
Actually, she’ll fight them twice.
Jotaro:
When you fight next to him, he immediately catches your post-Stand limp. Jotaro says nothing. Later, he walks beside you and quietly asks “…Your leg. How long has it been like that?”
His concern is subtle but immense. He respects your adaptation, your grit, your optimism. But he also tells you flat-out:
“You don’t need to overexert yourself. We can handle things together.”
Jotaro will not baby you. He will not pity you.
But he WILL position himself so you’re never the one taking the first hit.
You inspire him more than he’ll ever openly admit.
jotaro kujo doesn't like cuddling! but noriaki kakyoin loves it ˚.✦
The moment you three started dating, Jotaro made it clear: he does not enjoy cuddling. He gets sweaty, he doesn’t like the feeling and it makes him uncomfortable and overstimulated. You and Noriaki accepted it without problem, Jotaro showed his care and love through other acts such as taking you out for dates, gifting you details you’d said you like and completely forgot. He does enjoy make out sessions where you spend hours just kissing and teasing each other with a bad movie in the background, he just feels awkward cuddling in bed.
You and Noriaki, on the other hand, are very physical people and die hard cuddlers. So while Jotaro is calmly reading a book on his side of the bed, you and Noriaki are hugging and giggling like highschoolers, twirling your toes together and so on. Your favorite thing to do is laying completely on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest while he scratches your back. Jotaro has found you asleep in that position many times.
When Jotaro feels like talking at night, you and Noriaki are spooning, usually you are the little spoon and he’s the big, but it changes depending on the mood. You and him listen to Jotaro explain his little marine biology research, and you ask him questions to keep him talking because you two know how excited he gets with it.
These past days, he has been more distant for your own likeness. He’s locked in his study, working on his exams like crazy. You know that what he’s studying is hard, but that level of studying can’t be healthy. There was a day where you and Kakyoin barely saw him all day, getting up at 7 a.m. and going to sleep nearly at 3.
stardust crsusartdrs walkging in on reader trying to masturbate in secret🤤🤤 i am in dire need of this slop....
Getting walked in on by the SDC
tags: nsfw, gn! reader, no established relationship, dilf! joseph, kakyoin and polnareff are lowk perverted, also a lot more unserious than i intended lmao, characters are always depicted 18+
a/n: omg this is my first sdc request, im kinda surprised. and of course yall are freaks about it LMAOO (much love 🫶🏽) please enjoy!!
HUMaN
Hihi! It's the anon who sent an ask regarding Mista and gun kink here! If it's not too much trouble, is it alright if I ask on how you see Mista? I'm quite curious, honestly. To be honest, I find myself being magnetised by his character but weirdly enough I can't get a grasp of who he is like as a character.
MINI MISTA MEEP MIVE
Hey anon! This little yap is ALL over the place lmao, but its just a bunch of his character to me and also little things around the number 4 at the end!
Okay letsss get into my kinda deep dive on Mista! This is going to be a little sad, but it's how I see his character.. But if anyone wants to give me more info for things I've missed or if I'm mischaracterising please do let me know! <3
Yeah IDK if i can call it mini anymore lol.
Word Count - 1500
What am I doing here?
first boyfriend!josuke higashikata fluff headcanons ˚.✦
first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who was your friend before asking you out. He sat close to you the first day at school and your friendship bloomed easily, he was very chatty from the beginning, asking you tons of questions somehow without being awkward.
first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who asked you to study together because you have problems with a subject he’s good at and he has problems with a subject you’re good at. A perfect match!!
first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who asks you on a date after months of being friends, leaving a note with a flower in your locker, telling you to wait outside of the gym. When you arrived there and found Josuke, you told him immediately: “Josuke, oh my god, you aren’t going to believe this! Some stupid guy tried to prank me, making me think someone was confessing, ugh! I’m glad you’re here, let’s go grab something to eat.”
first boyfriend!josuke higashikata who wasn’t moving, head down trying to hide his blush that reached his ears. “Why… why do you think it’s a prank?” he asked, pouting a little but you can’t see anything, you’re focused on getting out of there already. “It’s obvious! I’m where the letter told me to be, and there’s no one here!”
Hello!! 🥹🥹 this is my first time requesting something on tumblr im so NERVOUS SOSHSHSJSJEJD
could I request joestars x reader who’s famous/is in an idol group? To be more precise they didn’t know she was an idol at first or when dating her until she gives them a free ticket to a concert (unbeknownst to them it’s to hers). At first they were like “oh alright thanks for giving me this ticket to a random concert, I’ll meet you there??”, when they get there the place is PACKEDDDD like…TWICE concert kind of packed? and they’re trying to look for reader. The stage lights up and everyone’s going CRAZYY, they look out of curiosity only to see ITS READER HERSELFFF EVERYONE LOOK SURPRISED AAAAHHH
After the concert ends (and reader finishes signing the thousands of autographs people lined up for🫠) she immediately finds the lucky joestar and starts gushing about how grateful she is that they even came. Meanwhile, said joestar is still processing like “how on earth did you keep THIS a secret..“ but it’s okay cause they’re technically her number one fan now🤷
Lowk got this idea when listening to more more jump or js kpop🙏 this request is quite long, so please take your time! No rush whatsoever. I love your works/fics they’re so well written and you characterize the jojo chars amazingly, thank you.!! ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡💗💗
𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒' 𝐗 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒
A/n ; HELLOOO SWEETIEE!!!! i saw ur other msg in my inbox and it's perfectly fine! And thank youuuu I'm so happy to know that!! ~(つˆДˆ)つ。☆ Hope you enjoy sweets !
Dividers by @/cursed-carmine
fluff , x gn reader , pt1-6 , established relationship , modern AU
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JONATHAN JOESTAR .
— ☆ Delighted to take the ticket, even if he doesn't know what concert it is for; he's just happy to spend more time with you.
— ☆ Honestly, he's very nervous. He's used to large crowds since his family is quite wealthy and tends to host very over the top parties—but this? He's absolutely aghast at how many people are present. He's squeezing his way through while muttering little excuse mes and sorries. He looked around for at least a glimpse of you in the ocean of people.
— ☆ Due to the lights being so bright, he had to take a look at what the crowd was going mad for. Everything turned to background noise the moment he saw... you. On the stage and waving to everyone excitedly—the blast of music couldn't even startle him because he was fixed on you.
— ☆ After everything ends, he's stunned by your performance, and might have just fallen in love with you again. When you are finally finished with signing the endless autographs and spot his figure in the crowd. His arms, on instinct, open wide to welcome you into a hug. A warm smile gracing his lips.
“My dear..I don't even know where to begin. You were simply amazing out there!”
— ☆ Immediately took the spot for your number one fan. When you gush to him about how grateful you are to have him here, he chuckles and pulls you into a long, tender kiss. He's extremely supportive and very doting.
JOSEPH JOESTAR .
— ☆ Would be a little confused at the random ticket but will take it nonetheless. He'd definitely throw a flirty remark saying he'll be waiting for you.
— ☆ He's clueless on where to find you in such a packed place, and he isn't used to such places either. However, he manages through and peeks his head (thanks to his enormous height) from the waves of other heads to check where you are.
— ☆ He's bombarding you with messages asking “Sweetcheeks where are you??” , “Baby tell me where you are so I can pick you up” and “Hunnyyy don't leave your handsome boyfriend on read..” It was just a brief glance he had to take towards the stage to realize his partner was already there. Just not in the crowd. He almost drops his phone to the ground while you dance. Absolutely BRICKED- uh I mean FLUMMOXED.
— ☆ He just stares in a lovesick manner at you while you sign all your fans' autographs. Moment you notice him, he's waving at you enthusiastically. You two run to eachother with your arms thrown open. He lifts you into the air and twirls around with a big laugh escaping him.
“Why didn't you tell me my babe was famous?! Awe you did so beautiful!”
— ☆ Kisses. He's smothering you in them, he doesn't care whether you're sweaty or trying to tell him how happy you are to have him here—he's giving you such affection that makes you accept silence. Also very supportive, and brags about you to Caesar and to his other friends, because he likes them to constantly be reminded he bagged someone attractive and famously known, which is you.
JOTARO KUJO .
— ☆ This man is so busy it's unreal. He can't even take a piss in peace, so you'll have to give him the ticket where it's scheduled on a Saturday. Since his schedule has some time on that day, and he has dearly missed you. He agrees, and what's a better way to spend time together other than a date? At home preferably for him, likes to have you snug to him in a cosy blanket.
— ☆ Immediately puts his earphones on when he arrives, so his ears don't bleed from all the screeching fans. He's also a bit uneasy in such crowds, so he kept in mind when you do arrive, to inquiry you on why you'd do this to him. And at the exact moment he opens his eyes to scan his surroundings, his eyes land on you. Pauses. His earphones disconnect and one fell from his ear—he was amazed by your performance. And everything else.
— ☆ Still slightly stunned. He patiently waits for you to finish—and gets noticeably irritated when a fan tries to touch you. When you finally see him, he's already walking over with that air of nonchalance. As you tell him how grateful you are to have him here, he'll smile softly as all your words go right out of his other ear—still transfixed on you.
“You looked..really amazing on the stage. How come you didn't tell me earlier you were an idol?”
— ☆ Kisses the crown of your head gently in a secluded area, and takes you somewhere where the both of you can relax. He's supportive as well, despite his lack of knowledge on the industry, he does his best to make you happy and less tensed. Comes to your next concert; he tells he's there for support, yes, but he's also there to just admire you too.
JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA .
— ☆ Is jumping around when you give him the ticket. He loves concerts! And a concert date? Bingo! He's already destroying his room on which outfit he should wear.
— ☆ He's taken aback at how many people are there and tries his best to stay in areas where there are less. He thinks you might have gotten caught in traffic since you were running pretty late. But the moment when his eyes look to the stage, his jaw falls to the floor. He's baffled, and hyping you up!!!
— ☆ He's shaking in his shoes to just jump onto you, but he knows better. Josuke waits, vibrating from excitement, as he watches you sign multiple autographs. When you see him, he's already running to you. Traps you in a breath taking hug, and he grins when you say how grateful you are for him to be here.
“Oh my god! How'd I even get blessed with such a partner like you??”
— ☆ Second he's gone home, he's buying everything that's your theme. Albums, posters, lightstabers, your plushie, everything. And that's how he gets the title as your number one fan. He's very encouraging and affectionate.
GIORNO GIOVANNA .
— ☆ Accepts it with such a soft smile it makes you fold. He doesn't mind the fact he's not sure what the concert is hosting for, he's just happy to go on a very well deserved date with you and possibly, catch up with you.
— ☆ He's moving through the crowd with unwavering grace, he's gone numb to large groups of people but he has to admit...he is quite surprised at how much are present—he wonders who this person/group could be. He's looking around for you, and when he briefly looks at the stage, he has to take a double check whether his eyes are fooling him. He's perplexed but catches himself—the noticeable hue of pink grows across his cheeks.
— ☆ Very patiently waits for you to finish up with everything. He's still trying to process his partner is a famous idol; and when you notice him, he shyly waves at you. When you tell him how grateful you are to have him here, he smiles softly and wraps his arm around your waist.
“Mio caro/mia cara, you looked like an angel on the stage. I couldn't take my eyes off you.”
— ☆ He's praising you, without limits—he just can't help himself! The memory of him seeing you on stage for the first time will always be stored in his mind forever. Also like one of his bio papas, very supportive and very doting. He only wants the best for you.
JOLYNE CUJOH .
— ☆ She's coming. No second thoughts, she's coming. Even if she doesn't know who the concert is held for—her ass is NOT dipping out from a cute date with you.
— ☆ Jolyne is kinda of shocked at how many people are there, she reconsiders if this place might even be a good spot for a date. Just like her papa, she's not overly fond of big crowds. Sure she's okay sometimes, but other times when she has to stay for long, she starts to get a little overstimulated. Jolyne gives a quick look around and choked when she saw you on stage. On stage. She's awed by you for the rest of the performance.
— ☆ Guaranteed, her gallery is maxed to the brim with pictures and videos of you performing. And she goes through them while she eagerly waits for you to wrap things up. When you see her, she's already calling your name with a big grin. Hugs you. Tightly. And then cups your face in her hands and kisses you, softly.
“Oh my goodness! You were amazing out there! I can't believe I'm dating you! C'mere!”
— ☆ Kisses. Lots of them. She's smudging her signature lipstick all over your skin like a mark that you're happily taken. Definitely takes you out for a nice dinner afterwards, you have to be rewarded for that astonishing performance! And also because she loves to spoil you.
Can I pretty please get your thoughts on who in JJBA would prefer to have a chubby s/o? Totally not for self indulgence (yes it is). Like s/o wears not baggy clothing for once and shows off their curves and they are just hearing the Romeo and Juliet overture.
Big fan of your work btw!!!!
Who in JJBA would prefer a Chubby S/O - Headcannons - SFW/NSFW
A/N- This uh, this was almost gonna be 4k words, BUT I SHANT. I WILL HAVE SELF CONTROL TODAY... Mostly! I love this so much, like genuinely I could name A BUNCH (Others not in this would absolutely be Mista/Jolyne/Caesar) But if I do more we will be here all day hehehe. Thank youu for the request! I hope you enjoy my little ramblings! This may be a lil freakier than you were expecting hehe, i got a lil carried away with Avdol OOPS, i did it x Reader for funsies LMAO
(Of course I asked the OP if they wanted SFW/NSFW i didn't just make it NSFW lol)
♡ Headcannons ♡ Word Count - 2200 .MINORS DNI.
Polnareff.
The top one is just literally… It’s Pol.
SFW -
He would fucking ADORE a chubby S/O. He will absolutely try and get you to wear more form fitting/revealing clothing because he will hype you up so MUCH like…
Constant praise and the sweetest compliments all with a disgusting love sick expression on his face as he watches you do ANYTHING at all.
Suzi Q x Reader going to a café date 🫶
I Love You A Latte!
suzi q x gn! reader
tags: fluff, sfw, no warnings, established relationship, takes place in part 2, gn! reader, reader is NOT a hamon user
a/n: i love writing for characters who literally have NOTHING written for them!
"yoohoo!"
you heard a familiar voice call out to you, all while you were seated in one of the tables outside of a new café eatery that had opened a week prior. it was a lovely day today and it was also your day off. you figured that maybe taking your lover out for a brunch date was a good idea, especially since she's already all cooped up with lisa lisa that you almost felt bad. your girl needed a break and luckily enough, you managed to convince to call the day off to come join you.
you perked up in your seat, immediately scrambling up to your feet as you were face to face with suzi. she wasted no time wrapping her arms around you in a tight, bear hug. has it really been a while since you've seen each other?
"my sweet, you look amazing!" you blurted, taking her hand once you pulled away and twirled her around so you could get a good look. she was wearing a frilly, summer dress. a cherry red one with flowers that patterned across the cotton stitching. "im so glad you could join me today. i'm surprised they gave you the day off."
"lisa lisa is always so kind to me." she smiles. "i had another maid take over my place. i couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you again." a red hue spread across her cheeks as she gave your hand a small squeeze.
you guided her inside the cafe and already you were hit with the aroma of espresso shots and freshly baked bread. the lights were warm and dimmed, the seats were crowded but still relatively comfortable, and there was a soft piano playlist playing in the background. a handful of people were already inside, some ordering and others were already seated as they chatted up with each other.
you and suzi waited in line, your hands beginning to feel a little sweaty when she held on to your arm. it's been a few weeks, she's definitely changed a little bit. her hair had gotten a little longer, her eyes would make you feel warm anytime she'd look at you and her hands were soft. you wanted to safe up enough money to live in the outskirts, a comfortable enough house with a big plot of land with her right at your side. you didnt want her to be a maid forever but thats what she was paid to do.
"what are you gonna order, amore?" she called out to you with a slight nudge. you didnt realize it was already your turn at the counter.
after you had placed an order, you placed a hand on her lower back as you managed to get the window tables near the back of the building. you let out a small sigh the second you sat down and already she was staring at you with a big grin.
"whats the matter?" you chuckled sheepishly.
"i can't help but admire you." she started with a hum. "you're just too cute. i've missed you a lot."
you swallowed thickly at her words, it was hard to play it cool when she praised you so much. especially in that sweet voice of hers, sometimes you question how lucky you were for her to be part of your life. she already does so much for you.
the days have been getting harder when you had time apart from one another. you couldn't bare the idea of seeing her once a month, maybe even two times if you were fortunate enough.
"oh, suzi..." you started, your lips pouting slightly. "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this day. just to see you doing well makes me happy." you reached for her hands and she reciprocated the gesture.
"you already so much for me, amorino!" she giggles. "haven't i told you that you can stop by anytime to visit me?" she teased.
"i wouldnt want to bother you while you're at work. and besides, i've also been busy with my own schedule." you explained. "lisa lisa kinda scares me."
"she's not that bad at all, you're only saying that because of her stare." suzi waved a dismissive hand. "she likes you, she really cares about me and the other maids. i don't think she would approve of me being with someone whose disrespectful."
yeah and the fact that she's got the kick of a horse you thought to yourself before hearing your name being called for the order.
the rest of the date went rather smoothly. you even fed her a piece of croissant as it crumbled down to her dress, where you helped brushed it off. not without your hands subtly grazing across her breast to which you profusely apologized as she giggles.
"so, what'd you think of the place?" you held her hand as you two walked out.
"i loved it! it's so cute and they have so many options for desserts." she gushed. "where else are you gonna take me, hm?"
"well," you cleared your throat and gestured to your parked car. "i have a champagne bottle in the back with some snacks. there's a viewspot an hour away from here, i wanted to take you and-"
she stopped you midway through your sentence with a kiss to your lips. she seemed to have really liked this idea and you couldn't have been anymore happy at her reaction. you held her, a hand on her lower back as she pulled away and smiled at you.
"lets go now before it gets too dark outside." her eyes were lidded, still holding on to your hand with a firm grip as you headed for the car.
and on your way back, you couldn't fail to notice the way she was swinging her hips from side to side as a way to tempt you. she was going to be the death of you.
situations: bruno bucciarati x fem! reader x leone abbacchio
minors do not interact!
a/n: i know that i have some requests that i need to work on, but since i haven't posted in a couple of days... bruabba x reader upon ye! enjoy!
summary: you find yourself in some intimate situations with your capo and teammate.
warnings: slight angst with a tiny bit of insecure abbacchio, smut containing p in v sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, dirty talk, mean abbacchio, voyeurism, masturbation, drunk sex (on abbacchio's part), alcohol consumption mentioned (abbacchio drinks wine)
word count: ~3.3k
“Is this what you wanted?”