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Hello everyone! I decided to make a masterlist to make it easier to browse through my account <3 Enjoy

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sukuna is unexpectedly affectionate in private (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

it’s quiet except for the low tapping of rain against the window and the occasional rustle of blankets every time sukuna shifts against you.

which is quite often.

for someone who acts like affection is beneath him, he’s currently half sprawled across your chest like an oversized cat, one arm heavy around your waist.

you look down at him for a second, making sure his eyes are still closed, before reaching for your phone as carefully as possible.

“mhmm, keep scratching riiight there,” he mutters lazily.

you bite back a grin. “hmm, you like that?”

his grip tightens, pulling you closer until your legs tangle together beneath the blankets. one of his hands lazily traces shapes against your hip.

he’s completely relaxed— nobody would ever believe this version of him exists.

which is exactly why you start recording.

the phone captures the way his face softens, the way he leans into your touch, and the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at his mouth when you scratch lightly at the right spot.

“you’re sooo spoiled,” you whisper.

“tch, by who?”

“me, duh.”

he hums thoughtfully. “suppose you’re useful for something.”

“wow. you’re sooo romantic.”

“you know how i feel about you, woman,” he mutters. “don’t make me say it.”

you just grin down at your phone screen.

especially when he shifts upward just enough to press his face against your chest dramatically after you stop petting his hair for two seconds.

“jeez,” you whisper. “clingy much?”

“careful.”

“hm? or what?”

“i’ll remind you who’s in charge.”

despite the threat, his voice is rough with sleep, quieter than usual. affectionate in that awful sukuna way where every sweet thing sounds vaguely dangerous.

you’re still smiling at the screen when his gaze suddenly flickers upward, and straight to your phone.

you watch the realization hit him in real time.

“…are you filming me?” his expression twists into horror first, before hardening into his usual glare as he jerks upright.

“delete it.”

“no.”

“delete it now.”

“you were being cute.”

his eyes widen a fraction. “give me the phone.”

you scramble backward across the bed before he can grab you, laughing when he lunges and misses by inches.

“nuh-uh!”

“you insignificant—”

“maybe.. i’ll show uraume.”

dead silence, and the look on his face is murderous.

“you wouldn’t dare.”

your grin turns evil. “oh, i would.”

he’s off the bed instantly, and so are you.

you shriek laughing as you sprint out of the bedroom, nearly tripping over your own feet while sukuna storms after you.

“get back here, now!”

“uraume deserves to know you’re secretly pathetic—”

“i’ll burn that device if i have to.”

“you were totally acting all soft!”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED.”

you’re wheezing by the time you dart down the hallway, clutching your phone to your chest while he gains on you with terrifying speed, then suddenly strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you yelp as he lifts you clean off the ground.

“caught you.”

“i’m sorry— no, no, no!”

he pries your phone from your hands with annoyance while you laugh uncontrollably.

he glares down at the screen, pulls up the video, and watches exactly three seconds of himself melting into your touch.

“…this shall never be seen by anyone else.”

you grin. “but you looked adorable!”

“say another word and i’m never cuddling you again.”

“empty threats!” you hum.

yes it’s inspired by that one tiktok trend

I need more ryan atwood fics !!!

What if gn reader is not a stand user but that does NOT stop the hand (or/and crazy diamond) from hovering around them so its super embarrassing when koichi points ot out like "why is it doing that?" and its the Stand just cuddling to gn reader.....

Masterlist here <3

This request is over a year old, I highly doubt anon still even remembers it but I liked the idea and decided to write for it!

The Hand and Crazy Diamond interacting with standless reader

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Could I pretty please request Josuke and an s/o that are just being dumb silly teenagers and making out but she kinda has to take the lead bc he's more inexperienced?

Masterlist here <3

Hello my heart! This request is soooo cute, I barely write for j4suke, so I really hope this meets your expectations, enjoy! ;*

Josuke gaining kissing experience

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This might be a bit tmi but sometimes when I’m about to come I seriously cannot touch my nipples at all! I’ve had ppl suck my tits when I’m close and it honestly hurts more than it gives pleasure! But when I’m not close it actually feels good, is it just me?

Hi!! How are you? This is my first time making a request, and I was wondering if you could write some headcanons about the members of the Bucci gang being in a relationship with a deaf reader. I’ve never seen anything like that in terms of inclusion. By the way, your writing is amazing! I really love your content.

Sorry for the bad English😞 Xoxo 🩷

Masterlist here <3

Hello my love! Your english is just fine don’t worry❤️ my aunt and uncle are both deaf so this ask really caught my eye! I enjoyed writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it. :-)

Bucci Gang with deaf!Partner headcanons

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Day Six: Thigh Riding (Bruno Bucciaratti x F!Reader)

(his last name is misspelled in the kinktober list i know I know. I'll fix it later I promise.)

Wordcount: 1,439

MDNI banner: Cafekitsune

CW(s): Thigh riding as a punishment/lesson (i've seen this trope so many times for Bruno and Risotto. It just felt right to contribute y'know?), No use of Y/N, A few Italian words sprinkled in, praise. He might be out of character(?) I'm really tired right now guys

Molto Bene: Very Good

Principessa: Princess.

^ I think those are the textbook versions, I'm not sure what the Naples (Napoli?) dialect words for either of those would be (If applicable. I'm just an American don't sue me)

I feel so bad going through my requests & seeing all the asks I haven’t even started with </3 I’m so sorry for my lack of activity, I’ll try working on something hopefully.

It really sucks trying to find fanfiction of characters I love and only finding stuff that’s clearly ai. Like you can just tell there’s no emotion in the writing & it gets me so ticked off..

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Character: leone abbacchio

Notes: seeing as it was fathers day yesterday, I decided to make a fathers day scenario! I always headcanoned that narancia sees abbacchio as a father figure so I though, wjat jf I wrote something similar wuth reader? I tried getting this done before yesterday but I failed, so you’re getting the post a day late! Sorry about that. I hope everyone enjoys either way <3 Also I would like to note that abbacchio is just someone reader considers a father, he’s not actually her biological dad

“Happy fathers day, Abbacchio”

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window of the safehouse, bathing the tiled floor in golden warmth. Most of the gang was still asleep or just beginning to stir, but you had been up early—quietly, carefully putting together something special.

You peeked down at the small white pastry box in your hands, steam from the bakery still clinging to the cardboard. The faint scent of buttery sfogliatelle and lemon cream wafted up, comforting and nostalgic. Nestled under your arm was a simple card—nothing fancy, just hand picked and handwritten.

It wasn’t much. But it mattered.

Today was Father’s Day.

You weren’t really sure if the others would mark it. Maybe Bruno would think of his dad. Maybe Narancia would forget it even existed. But for you, the day had meaning.

Not because you had a dad to celebrate—he’d been out of the picture for years. But because somewhere along the way, Leone Abbacchio, grumpy and guarded as he was, had started to fill the space that had been hollow for so long.

He watched over you. He kept you out of danger. He yelled at you when you were reckless, but always made sure you had dinner, even if he acted annoyed about it. He listened. Not always with words, but with presence. That had to mean something.

You found him in the living room, sitting in an armchair, legs crossed, sipping bitter black coffee from a chipped mug. His violet eyes flicked up when he saw you, brow already twitching as if bracing for some kind of trouble.

“Hey,” you said quietly, inching closer, heart pounding harder than you expected.

“What is it now?” he grumbled, voice still scratchy with sleep. But he didn’t sound angry. Just… tired. Typical Abbacchio.

You stood in front of him, practically wringing your hands. “I… I just wanted to give you something. For, um… today.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, confusion forming lines between his brows. You held out the box and the card.

“…What the hell is this?”

You hesitated, then exhaled quickly. “It’s for Father’s Day. I mean, I know you’re not my dad or anything. But I, um… I guess I just see you kind of like one. So. I got you pastries from that café you like. And I wrote you something. In the card.”

Abbacchio froze.

For a full five seconds, he didn’t move.

His hsnd remained hovering near the coffee mug. His expression didn’t shift, not exactly. But something behind his eyes flickered—shock, discomfort, maybe something softer buried deep.

“…Tch.” He finally scoffed, lips pulling into a half-grimace, half-smirk. “You really are a little idiot sometimes.”

You smiled nervously. “Yeah. I know.”

He stared at the pastries like they might explode. Then he reached out, took the box and card with more gentleness than you expected, and set them in his lap.

He didn’t open the card right away.

“…Thanks,” he muttered, so quietly you almost missed it.

And then, in the softest voice you’d ever heard him use

“I mean it.”

You blinked at him, surprised. But you nodded and smiled again, your chest warm with relief and affection.

“I’ll let you read it in peace,” you said, turning to leave.

And just as you were at the door, you heard him mutter something else:

“…Happy Father’s Day, huh…”

The safehouse was quieter in the afternoon. You were out running errands with Narancia, leaving Abbacchio alone in the main room with the rest of the gang. Bruno sat at the table reviewing maps. Mista was cleaning his gun. Fugo had a book open in front of him, half-reading. Giorno was trimming a dying houseplant no one else had noticed.

Abbacchio had barely spoken all day.

But eventually, he set his coffee down, looked up at the group, and cleared his throat.

“I got something this morning,” he said casually, though the edge in his voice betrayed that it wasn’t just anything.

Mista blinked. “What, a death threat?”

Bruno raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Abbacchio rubbed the back of his neck—an odd gesture, vulnerable, almost self-conscious.

“From the girl,” he muttered. “She gave me a card. And pastries. Said it was for Father’s Day.”

The room fell silent.

Fugo looked up from his book.

Mista stared, mouth half-open.

Giorno paused mid-trim.

And Bruno slowly set his map down, his expression unreadable.

“She said she sees me… like a father figure,” Abbacchio finished, voice lower now. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Bruno’s eyes softened, a hint of warmth creeping into his expression. “I suppose it’s not surprising,” he said. “She’s always followed your lead. Trusted you. Even when she doesn’t listen to anyone else.”

Mista let out a long whistle. “Damn. That’s kinda… cute?”

“Unexpected,” Fugo added. “But not illogical. You’ve been looking out for her since day one.”

“She admires you,” Giorno said simply. “That much has always been clear.”

Abbacchio stared down at the table, tapping one finger against his coffee mug.

“It’s weird,” he said. “Having someone see you like that. I’ve spent years trying not to be anyone’s example.”

Bruno smiled faintly. “Sometimes, that’s exactly the kind of person who becomes one.”

There was another pause.

Then Mista burst out laughing. “Wait—did you cry?”

Abbacchio glared daggers at him. “Try it and I’ll break your fingers.”

“I’m just sayin! If a kid gave me pastries and called me ‘dad,’ I’d probably cry too!”

“She didn’t call me ‘dad.’”

“But she meant it,” Fugo teased, smirking slightly.

“Shut up,” Abbacchio grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Did you read the card?” Giorno asked.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. She wrote… some really heartfelt stuff. Said she felt safe with me. Said I make her feel protected.” He swallowed. “Said she’s never really had that before.”

The gang fell quiet again. The weight of that truth settled heavily.

“She’s lucky to have you,” Bruno said finally, with quiet conviction.

Abbacchio didn’t answer right away. Then, softly, he murmured:

“…Maybe I’m lucky to have her too.”

Mista grinned. “You’re a softie.”

“Say that again and you’re getting shot.”

Fugo chuckled. Giorno smiled faintly. Bruno looked over with pride.

None of them said it out loud, but they all knew..

Whether he liked it or not, Leone Abbacchio was a father figure now.

And somehow… it suited him.

I know I’ve been gone for a while, and I’m very sorry about that! I will try and be more active, but no promises :,)

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad parts 1-9 you can request it if my requests are open!

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UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT

─୨ৎ── mista x reader✧˖♡°.

yes I know I have requests, yes I'm getting to them. im just going through it atm and need time. and yes I love you all <3

cw: like 1 swearword (extremely proud of my disgusting pottymouth)

wc: 573?

Mista, who bought a ring the night after your first date. Just in case.

It sounded stupid when he told Bucciarati. A little less stupid when he told Trish. But to himself—on long rides home to you, in dimly lit hotel rooms, on missions where bullets flew past his head and time felt burrowed—it made perfect sense. You were it. So he kept the ring, just in case the universe decided to be kind.

And for once, it had been. Because years later, that ring was still with him, tucked safely in the lining of his nicest coat. Still waiting, Still right.

He had big plans, of course. He’d propose over the fanciest dinner at the fanciest restaurant with the perfect view of the city. He’d already mapped it out in his head. Your favourite flowers would be waiting at the table—The speech? He’d practised it in mirrors, in the shower, even while shooting cans behind hideouts. Well over a thousand times.

He’d gotten Trish in on it too. She was going to whisk you away for a spa day, get your nails done, maybe even pick out that dress he secretly bought months ago—Perfectly you. A piece that he knew would make his heart stop when he saw you in it.

But all that went out the window the moment he saw your eyes glisten on a quiet Thursday night.

#mista x reader

Hey!! I love your writing and I appreciate how you make the characters as canon as possible!

Can I request the gang + Trish reacting to reader suddenly hugging them tightly >_< .

(Platonically though!!)

This request is from February, I’m sorry!!! 😅 I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Bucci gang + trish react to reader suddenly hugging them

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BTW I think I forgot to mention. I now write for all JoJo parts! So you can request anything for anyone from parts 1-9.

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SBR CONFIRMED

Hi, hope ur doing good, drinking water, staying healthy and fresh,😉🥰🩷🩷

if ur taking request then can I ask how the bucci gang would react to a stand user, whose not part of passione, who can turn clothing & accessories like;shirts, pants, skirts, belts, gloves, hats/headwear, hair accessories, ect. into weapons & tools, similar to panty & stocking. Like guns, smallarms, knives, swords, polearms, grenades. But rather than just underwear it's any clothing on her body. The only downside is that it dosen't turn any jewelry, eyewear, watches or shoes into weapons, for some odd reason. Bonus points if she can use hamon/ripple energy to make her attacks more effect, on both stand users & Non-stand users alike. Stand Name: One woman army.

Just a thought i had, I guess.😶😶‍🌫️ what do u think?

Masterlist here <3

Sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy!

Bucci gang react to stand user who can turn clothes into weapons

Can't wait to see the Johnny PNG 💜

Me too!! What color palette are you guys hoping for? Don’t hate me but I really like the idea of ginger johnny I think it suits him alot, so I hope he’s ginger with the white and dark blue outfit! :) I also hope they give him freckles but I think that would be asking for too much lol!

#sbr #johnny joestar

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