about me: my name's reh (pronounced as "ray") and i love writing! when referring to me, please use she/her pronouns. my favourite anime is jojo's and my favourite manga is berserk. feel free to message me about those (or any show i watch).
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Hi there! I saw that requests were open! I was wondering if it's okay to request a one shot where Giorno has a nightmare of turning into Diavolo and when he wakes up, S/O comforts him?
hi anon! i wasn't sure how you wanted me to write giorno "turning" into diavolo, BUT I HOPE THIS WORKS
bad dreams | giorno x reader
words: 975.
disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, part 5 ending spoilers, nightmares and PTSD.
also, here's a song i listened to while writing this oneshot.
Giorno Giovanna.
It was a name that everyone knew; a name that caused any criminal in Italy to shake in fear. Rumours would spread around him, how the proclaimed boss of Passione would torture traitors before selling each of their organs, the thousands of people he could kill with his stand alone, and even the rotten ways he asserted his power.
But as his girlfriend, you knew everything anyone said was false. You knew that Giorno liked having his tea with half a teaspoon of honey, you knew he always hummed while tying his hair, you knew he disliked live music at restaurants. He wasn't the corrupt, power-hungry murderer people described him as. He was a regular person, no more than anyone else. At night especially, you knew how human Giorno was. Yesterday was one of those nights.
* * *
The whistling of the wind was as loud as ever at 2 AM. You should've listened to Giorno and ordered a decaffeinated drink during dinner, but you argued anyways. Now, awake and feeling lively, you sat upright with a book in hand. You made to sure to not disturb Giorno and kept your nightlight dim while flipping each page with silence. Although you thought you were being quiet, Giorno tossed and turned in the bed. He flipped back forth from his side, muttering threats under his breath.
"G-Giorno?" you hesitated, not knowing whether you should wake him up or not.
He continued to twitch and move with agitation, his mumbling soon turning into full speech. Even if it was 2 AM, you knew you had to wake your boyfriend up.
You placed your book aside and gently shook Giorno. "Wake up," you whispered in his ear. Giorno remained asleep. You decided to shake him harder this time. "Wake up," you whispered again.
Suddenly, Giorno's body jolted up like he was being electrically shocked. His chest heaved up and down, letting out loud pants. He immediately shot his head to look at you, his eyes red and damp with tears. You were the closest person to Giorno, but you've never seen him act like this before. Even during the hunt for Diavolo, Giorno remained detached to most life-threatening situations. Right now, though, he was shaking. His thin hands were trembling and his body was in a defensive position. He had the strongest stand known to man, but he looked beyond terrified right now. What exactly could stun him to this point?
"Giorno?" You placed a hand on his back and stroked up and down. "Do you want me to get you something? You're sweating..."
Giorno took his right hand and touched his forehead before looking back at his finger. A sheen of sweat covered it.
"You're scaring me right now," you said with concern. "Do you want to talk about something?"
Your boyfriend closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Yes, I do," he said calmly. "Frankly, I've been having nightmares recently. Every day for the past week."
"What are they about?"
Giorno bit his lower lip. "Diavolo."
"Diavolo?" you asked. "You don't need to be scared of him. He's dead, remember?" You tried to reassure him.
"That's not the problem, cara mia." Giorno took his palms and rubbed his eyes before speaking again. "When we switched bodies at the colosseum, I keep having dreams where I was in Diavolo's body." He began to shake again at the thought. "I didn't have control over his body. I had to stand there and watch him butcher Narancia's body onto those steel bars. I wanted to save him, but I couldn't move. I had to watch him die all over again."
Several tears dropped onto the bedsheets, staining the white cloth with grey dots. Giorno's head dropped before mumbling. "In a way, it's similar to what really happened, isn't it? If I was more cautious, I could've prevented Narancia's death. He could've been alive right now."
You shifted your eyes away from Giorno's and tried not to remember Narancia's cruel murder. You sat in silence, continuing to listen to Giorno.
"We could've prevented his death," he said. "I could've prevented his death." He took another breath. "I don't care whether or not Diavolo is aliveβ I've already replaced him. What if me sitting here in bed, my inaction, is causing death for people just like Narancia? Would that make me no better than Diavolo?"
You bit your tongue to force your tears to not come out. It was difficult to take in everything Giorno was saying. You wanted to comfort your boyfriend, but you knew it would be hypocritical for you to say anything. You were basically in the same boat as him.
"Look, Giorno..." You wrapped your arms around him left a soft kiss on his neck. "Narancia, Abbacchio, and Bucciarati didn't die just for you to regret achieving your dream. Look down at the cityβ do you see the same drugged teenagers walking around the street, poor and helpless? I can't assure you that your inaction is causing death, but the greater things you've intentionally done mean so much more. Do you know how proud I am of usβ of you?"
Giorno didn't say a word back, but the slight movement in his head made you know he was smiling.
"C'mon, it's 2AM. Let's get some sleep and go to your favourite breakfast place in the morning, alright?"
"Alright," Giorno quietly muttered as he rested his head back onto the pillow, ready to go to sleep.
Before you were going to do the same, you put your head up against Giorno's and gave him a kiss.
"Thank you," he mumbled. "I appreciate everything."
You were well aware that Giorno wasn't the most comfortable with saying, "I love you," but you knew that he was trying to show it a different way. Nonetheless, you smiled.
bucci gang's crush playing with their hair headcanons
a/n: playing with someone's (especially your crush's) hair is just such a HDKGHK#?$?@? feeling that i had to make a post of it with my favourite italian gangstars <3
disclaimers/tags: gn pronouns, fluff.
Giorno Giovanna
-Giorno is someone who's not fond of being touched. With the environment he grew up in, he hasn't really had a good relationship with physical touch.
-After the Notorious B.I.G. fight (the one where he had to replace his arm), his hair's a mess and he's unable to fix his braid properly.
-When you see him wince and groan trying to fix his hair, you suggest tying it for him instead.
-Giorno's a naturally suave, civilized person, but he can't help but feel his heart beat a bit faster.
-[Insert blushing meme here]
-When he's with you, he isn't bothered by the uncomfortable silence. In fact, he prefers the quiet.
-Having your fingers gently scrape his head, soft breaths hitting his back, and ticklishly moving each section of hair with caution: he loves it.
-Once you're done braiding his hair, he'll kindly thank you. Maybe in the future he'll purposely untie his hair just to feel your touch again.
Bruno Bucciarati
-When it came to you, Bucciarati can be a bit touchy.
-The two of you would often give each other massages when tired, give warm hugs to each other, and a lot more. It was hard to tell if it was still platonic at that point.
-One day when Bucciarati leans his head back, you notice a small knot in his hair. Since you're already pretty close with him, you try to fix it without informing him.
-He slightly jumps in surprise, but goes back to normal once he remembers it's just you.
"Sorry. I was just startled, that's all. You can continue."
-If you twirl your finger around his hair for fun afterwards, he'll place a hand on your thigh and gently rub his thumb on your soft skin. He can't help but return your affection some way.
-Bucciarati will side-eye any of the other gang members if they look at you two weirdly. Bruno's a gang member traveling with 5 other maniacs; if there's going to be no privacy, he might as well show his affection for you.
Leone Abbacchio
-Abbacchio is also someone who dislikes physical touch, but there's a slight exception when it comes to you.
-Okay maybe not a slight exception. There's a huge exception.
-When you first start playing with his hair like a kitten, he panics. Hard.
-He rushes to look at Bucciarati, having a "what the fuck do I do" face.
-Once he calms down and begins to relax a little bit, he'll stay awkwardly still.
-He's uncomfortable; not because you're touching his hair, but because he doesn't know how to react.
-He'd rather know ahead of time if you're going to touch him.
-If you happen to ask to touch his hair, he'll pretend to act annoyed but agree anyways.
Ghirga Narancia
-Depending on the situation, Narancia will either be ecstatic to have you touch-up his hair or be a nervous mess.
-If he's the one who asks you to fix his hair, he'll hum while you tie knots and think nothing of it. If you're the one who suggests fixing his hair, he might react differently.
-He might start rambling out of nervousness and ask a bunch of weird questions.
"W-What do you think we're gonna eat for dinner today?
"Do you... have a favourite number?"
-Narancia is the type of person who only likes physical touch when it comes from people he deeply trusts.
Pannacotta Fugo
-Fugo generally dislikes being touched. If it's you who's touching him, he'll tolerate it at most.
-Would only like you to touch him if he requests it. Something like asking you to take something out of his hair.
-If you want to get a reaction out of Fugo, aiming for his hair shouldn't be a priority. He doesn't see anything too romantic about it.
-Fugo prefers hand holding and hugs over anything. It feels more personal, more intimate.
-Overall, playing with his hair just makes him π€¨
Guido Mista
-Similar to Bucciarati, Mista is pretty touchy with you (but a lot less charming lol).
-He's the "lazy" kind of touchy. He likes leaning on you in cars, uses you as a shoulder rest, and might let you rest on his lap if he's feeling a bit nice.
-When Mista's hat starts to slip off while napping on your lap, you have a chance to see his brown curls.
-If you start twirling your fingers in his hair, he might wake up from the ticklish feeling but pretend to be asleep.
-Unlike some of the other members, he doesn't feel nervous or uncomfortable. Feeling your touch is instantly relaxing.
-Since he barely takes his hat off, he finds it a bit embarrassing to take it off just to ask you to play with his hair in the future.
-He won't necessarily be touchier or flirtier with you, but you might catch him without his hat off more often.
Hi there! Could I request fluff prompt #16 with polnareff β€οΈ a oneshot if possible thank you so much in advance π₯Ί
more fluff with my favourite crusader???? ofc ofc ofc!!
"aren't they so cute when they're asleep?" w/ polnareff
words: 693.
disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, fluff, takes place before the d'arby fight.
It was a tiring day for the group. You were hopping from place to place, asking every single person inside if they recognized Dio's mansion. Hours passed by and no results were showing up. The entire group was tired, hungry, and bored.
"Uh, Mr. Joestar?" Your tone of voice was soft as pillows. You knew how stressed Joseph was, so you tried to be sweet with him.
"Yes?" he replied, trying to hide his best to remain level-headed.
You rubbed your arm nervously. "I don't think we're getting anywhere with this... I think it would be good for us to take a break."
The old Joestar turned around to look at the rest of the group. Everyone looked exhausted; either because of the endless walking or the hunger kicking in. Joseph let out a defeated sigh, nodding. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go stop by a restaurant for a quick bite somewhere."
You, along with the other crusaders, let out a relieved breath as you all followed Joseph into a nearby cafe. If it was any other occasion, today would've been a great day: hanging out with friends under the sun while having breakfast together wouldn't sound any better. In reality, your eyes were half-lidded, your feet sore from walking every day, and your stomach growling loudly in hunger. Once a waiter found you a seat, you couldn't help but drop yourself onto the table like a rag doll. You realized how rude it was, but your feet couldn't bear to hold on to your body's weight for another second.
"Woah, there," Polnareff said, helping you keep your balance by holding your shoulders. "Rough night yesterday?"
You nodded. "I barely got any sleep last night and this endless walking isn't helping."
Polnareff gave a sympathetic frown and gave your head a small pat. He took the chair beside you and lifted your body off the table, letting you rest on his shoulder instead. "Mon chou, I know you're very tired, but don't rest your head on the table like that. It's not very clean."
Your eyes were slowly starting to shut with your hearing beginning to fog. You were half asleep, but nodded anyways to Polnareff's request.
As the rest of the crusaders took a seat, Polnareff used one of his hands to lightly brush against your skin, stroking from the top of your head to the bottom. Soon enough, you fell asleep.
"So she was really tired, huh?" Joseph said. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have dragged her around for so long." He scratched his head sheepishly.
"I'm sure she'll be alright if she gets a quick nap in," Avdol suggested. "We can always wake her up once our food arrives."
Polnareff bit his lip in displeasure. "I guess, but she looks so peaceful asleep right now." He put his hand on your cheek, swiping his thumb gently across your skin. "Aren't they so cute when they're asleep?"
Jotaro, who was sitting across the table, let out a scoff.
"Somethin' the matter?" Polnareff chirped at the teen, just quiet enough to not wake you up.
"I'm just glad the two of you aren't dating. I can't imagine the needless sappy shit you'd spit out if you were."
Polnareff rolled his eyes, but a slight blush arose on his pale skin. "W-Whatever," he said.
Amid the chattering around the restaurant table, you woke up from the noise. With your eyes fluttering open, Avdol and Polnareff immediately apologized for waking you up.
"Ah, don't worry about it," you said as you yawned. "It would've been a bit rude for me to sleep through breakfast anyways!" Though you were now fully awake, your head remained on Polnareff's shoulder. "So... what'd you guys talk about while I was out?"
Polnareff's cheeks began to turn red again. He looked at the other crusaders with a slight panic, hoping they wouldn't reveal what he said earlier to you.
"Ah..." Avdol spoke. "You missed nothing of importance, Ms. Y/n. Just some idle chatter."
"Ah, okay!" An innocent smile painted your face, gleaming up at the blushing French man. You really knew how to tug at his poor heart strings.
yo reh!! whatβs up?? hope youβre doing well. can i request prompt π with leone abbachio from vento aureo??
hii, i'm doing pretty good!! i remember writing that prompt down and thinking "someone's gonna request this with either jotaro or abbacchio i just know it" AND YOU DID IT. lolol anyways here u go! <3
π - getting caught in the act together w/ leone abbacchio
words: 673.
disclaimers/tags: nsfw (minors dni), fem pronouns, afab reader.
Abbacchio's head was planted between your thighs, sucking your clit. His left arm was firmly wrapped around your thigh to keep you from shaking, his other hand too busy with pumping inside your wet cunt. As your head rolled back into the mattress, you squeezed your breasts while letting out soft moans. Even if your eyes were closed shut, you could tell there were layers of slick drenched across your thighs from how easy Abbacchio fit his fingers inside you.
"You should've said so if you wanted this sooner," Abbacchio said, mumbling on your skin.
"W-What was I supposed t-to do?" you struggled to say out loud. "Ask to fuck in the middle of a m-mission?"
Abbacchio pulled away from your cunt to speak. "I wouldn't have minded that," he said before dipping his head back between your legs.
"Y-Yeah right," you chuckled.
Before long, you felt as if Abbacchio's fingers felt tighter inside you. Each time he pushed them back inwards, it'd happen slower and rougherβ almost struggling to fit inside completely. Knowing what this meant, Abbacchio backed away from you and began to tie his hair up with a spare elastic. While you were laying down on the bedβ wet around the thighs and weak to the kneesβ Abbacchio watched your ruined figure as his hand stroked up and down his cock. After a few pumps, he grazed his dick on your entrance, spreading around your wet cum before slowly inserting himself inside you.
"A-Ahh," he groaned. "I could probably cum right now if he wanted to."
You bit your lip and blushed. You lifted your hips up and down to slide Abbacchio's dick further inside you, smiling. Every movement started slow, but gradually became faster. You and Abbacchio had a persistent pace, slowing down just in case if the other felt like cumming too soon.
"A-Abbacchio!" you groaned, reaching your hand out to stop his hips. "I'm gonna cum if you keep going!"
Abbacchio let out a grunt. "Then cum."
You covered your mouth and bit your forearm. As your eyes closed, you felt your orgasm shake your body from head to toe, feeling Abbacchio's cum fill inside you a bit after.
"Leone," you said, chest heaving up and down. "I love you."
Abbacchio panted and pulled out from your cunt, staggering to lay down beside you. He turned his head and kissed your cheek. "I love you too," he replied.
The two of you stayed silent, only listening to your breaths. You wanted to fall asleep with him right there, but you knew you couldn't with the sweat and cum gleaming on your skin. You slowly started to sit up, ready to take a shower but stopped once you heard a knock on the door.
"Oi, Abbacchio!"
You paused at your tracks. That voice belonged to one person and one person only: Passione's notorious revolver-carrying gunslinger, Guido Mista.
"Mista, you fucking idiot- Don't come inside!" shouted Abbacchio, but it was already too late. Mista had already barged inside the room, carrying a pile of laundry.
"Abbacchi- Shit!" the gunslinger cursed. "Ah, fuck sorry! I swear this was an accident!" He turned around and covered one of his hands over his eyes.
"Who the hell knocks and doesn't wait for a response?" Abbacchio spat out. "You knock, then wait for me to answer!"
"I thought you'd be reading a book or something! How was I supposed to know you were having sex?" Mista yelled in return.
You awkwardly sat on the bed, blanket just barely covering your naked body. You let out an 'ahem' to interrupt the boys before speaking. "It's too late now to do anything. Mista, just leave for now and don't ever mention this again, will you?"
Mista let out a groan. "Mhm. Got it." He dropped the clothes on the floor and left the room, making sure not to slip any peeps.
Abbacchio looked you in the eye, unimpressed and filled with annoyance. "Lock the door next time."
i've been extremely busy lately and i've gotten lots of requests the past 2-ish weeks, so please be patient with me!! i'll try to crunch through requests as quick as possible. </3 i should have one of them finished by tmrw though!!
Yasss the request are open!! Your writing is amazing so could i ask for Caesar and reader with the "there's only one bed" trope? That could lead to something more spicy π if your comfortable with it of course
i haven't written anything caesar-related so i'm glad the one-bed trope is the first request!! β§β‘β¦ i tried to make it a bit spicy but i just got carried away with the fluff lol. hope this is alright, anon!
a lucky coincidence | caesar x reader
words: 1.48k.
disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, fluff.
"My body-" you muttered, hand covering your eyes. "I can't feel anything. I can't tell if I'm dying or already dead!"
Joseph scoffed. "Such a drama queen." He stretched his neck and cracked his knuckles. "Look at me right now! I was on the hell climb pillar the longest and I'm doing just great!"
"I guess that proves that Y/n and I are much more capable hamon users." Caesar interrupted. "I recall, we both finished earlier than you did."
The brown-haired boy let out an awkward cough. "10 minutes isn't that much anyway. You could finish a whole box of pizza in less than that time!"
Caesar gave Joseph an unimpressed look before smiling at you. "Let's just ignore him."
You chuckled, "Was planning to anyways."
Joseph crossed his arms with annoyance. "You guys are so boring." He then strutted off, heading off to the room he was given earlier.
You and Caesar turned around to laugh. Ever since the two of you started training under Lisa Lisa years ago, you had gotten unbelievably close. Back when you both lived with Lisa Lisa for everyday training, you only had each other. Since you both have given up on school to become stronger, no one knew you better than Caesar.
You were there to see him grow. From watching him mature from a young boy to a man, you couldn't help but fall in love with him. There had always been romantic tension between you two, but there was also a fair amount of friend-zoning. Since you practically grew up as teammates, it was hard to transform your relationship into something less platonic.
"I'm gonna head to my room now," you said. "I'll see you tomorrow! Sleep well, Caesar!"
Caesar nodded. "Sleep well."
You both parted ways to go to your rooms, but you were abruptly stopped by one of the island's maids, Suzie Q.
"Ah, Y/n!" the cute girl chirped. "I guess Lisa Lisa hasn't told you yet, but your room is under renovation!"
"O-Oh," you frowned.
"Yeah. It's been a while since that room's been occupied, so it's kind of falling apart now. I heard it'll all be fixed by the end of the week, though," she said.
Disappointed, you crossed your arms and let out a sigh. You turned to look behind you, noticing that Caesar was still there, listening intently.
"If it's not a problem, you could sleep in my room," he suggested. "There's only one bed, but I think it'll be big enough for the two of us."
You blushed at the thought of sleeping next to Caesar. When you were younger, he'd let you sleep in his bed whenever you had nightmares. But yet again, you were both young. Sleeping next to him now would be... a lot different.
"It's not a problem!" You smiled and walked beside Caesar. "Just don't snore too loud."
The blond laughed. "Of course I won't. Wouldn't want to wake up the princess now, do I?"
* * *
For the next hour, you and Caesar remained far apart in the room. You were on an armchair reading a book while Caesar was writing a letter to his family. He'd occasionally start small talk, but go back to his work minutes after. Eventually, he turned off his desk lamp and sealed his letter inside an envelope. He got up from his seat and stretched his body, walking to where you were sitting afterwards.
"Is the book that fun, Y/n?" Caesar said softly in your ear.
"Mhm! I'm on an interesting chapter right now." You slightly tilted the book for Caesar to see.
"Ah..." he mumbled. He brought his face closer to the book, now side-by-side with your face too. His eyes dashed across the pages, reading bits and pieces of the book. Every now and then, he'd mumble a sentence or two out loud. Once he believed he read enough, he moved back from your chair and nodded. "This book does seem fun, but I think it's getting late now. I don't want to see you tired during training tomorrow. I doubt she's going to go any easier on us."
You looked over to the bed you and Caesar would be sharing. Nervously, you closed your book and placed it on a small table beside the arm chair. "Yeah, you're right. Now would be a good time to sleep."
Caesar smiled and walked over to the bed. He was already in his pyjamas (his usual cropped tank top and loose pants), but you noticed him change out of his top. His shirt and arms above his head, abs flexing, and hair getting caught in the neck hole: was he just doing this on purpose?
Now shirtless, he folded the piece of clothing on a nightstand. With the moonlight shining into the bedroom, you could see the light shining off his abdomen, enhancing his muscles even more. You knew he was a well-built man, but you seriously underestimated his figure. You tried to recall when Caesar ever had the time to get so jacked, but stopped once you saw him looking back at you.
"Ah, sorry. I should've asked before. Is it alright if I sleep like this?" He asked.
You looked down at the carpet, blushing. "Y-Yeah, it's fine. I know it gets hot at night, so I don't mind..."
Caesar smiled. "Alright, then what are you waiting for? Come join me. You're going to be cold if you just stay there all night."
"Right..!" You turned off your reading lamp and skittishly walked to the bed. Awkwardly, you uncovered the bedsheets and laid next to the blond. Caesar was laying on his side towards your direction, so you instinctively turned the other way around.
"Goodnight," Caesar whispered.
"Goodnight." Your eyes slowly closed, ready to fall asleep. The pillows were comfy, the sheets were freshly cleaned, but you couldn't sleep no matter how hard you tried. The sound of your heart beating was too loud for you to ignore. You'd switch sleeping positions, hoping it would provide more comfort, but nothing worked. If you wanted to get good rest, you would've needed to not be sleeping next to Caesar (and shirtless nevertheless).
"Can't fall asleep?" Caesar asked in a sweet voice.
"No..." you said back. "I guess I'm just extremely stressed for Joseph's sake."
That wasn't a complete lie, but you knew very well that you were more anxious about your current situation.
"I am too, if I'm being honest." Caesar gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him and his emerald eyes. "Remember when we were younger? You'd knock on my door, all teary-eyed from having nightmares?"
You nodded, embarrassed. "You don't need to remind me."
"Why not? You were so cute back then. You're still adorable now, but it's still kind of scary knowing that you're more well-versed with hamon now than before."
"Adorable?" you repeated. "Me?"
"Of course. You really should've seen yourself back then; young girl, knocking up into my room, proceeding to take the entire bed while drooling on my shoulder? Maybe right now is the karma you get for all the sleepless nights I've had in the past because of you."
"S-Sorry," you said.
"I'm just joking," Caesar chuckled. "I know we're not teenagers anymore, but you can sleep on my shoulder again if you're having trouble."
You were glad that all the lights were off. Otherwise, Caesar would've noticed the rosy look on your face.
"Thank you..." There was no point in declining his suggestion at this point. You shifted yourself closer to Caesar and laid on his chest. His skin was soft and his chest was like a pillow. Despite your heart beating fast before, you began to calm down from hearing Caesar's faint breaths. He moved his arm around your body and then stroked your arm. With your shared body heat, your whole body felt warm and fuzzy.
"Y/n..." Caesar said softly, almost falling asleep. "Sleep well." He leaned over and kissed tip of your nose before drifting off to sleep shortly after.
"H-Hey!" you called out, shaking Caesar to wake him up again.
"Hm? What seems to be the issue?"
You hated how calm he was being. He'd always pull off things like this and not say a word afterwords, wanting to watch you get flushed from his teasing. Did he like you? Was he being friendly? It didn't matter at this point because you were going to pull the same trick on him.
You leaned in towards Caesar's face and kissed him gently on the lips. Your mind was racing, but your lips acted like they knew what they were doing. Slowly, you parted away from Caesar with his taste still lingering on your mouth. With a small smirk, you turned to face the other way of Caesar. "Goodnight," you whispered.
For the first time, you heard Caesar stutter. "G-Goodnight," he replied.
hey reh!!! i love youβre writing and i was hoping if i could request prompt #8 from the nsfw list with jotaro kujo from diamond is unbreakable??
i hope you have a great day/night!!
hii anon!! i'm glad you like my writing, it means a lot!! <33 i'm sorry this took so long, but i hope you like it!γ½(^β^*)/
βquiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hearβ w/ jotaro
words: 1.65k.
disclaimers/tags: nsfw, fem pronouns, afab reader, brief use of degrading language!
You heard about Morioh before; you recalled having an old friend who used to grow up in the small town, though, you never expected to visit.
Prior to arriving at Morioh, Jotaro told you about a younger uncle he hasβ one that was still attending high school. You were fairly aware of the Joestar's complicated familial issues, but you didn't expect him to have an uncle who's half his age.
By the time you arrived at your hotel with your lover, he was already busy searching for the young boy Josuke Higashikata. It was a shame, too. You'd hoped to visit one of the famous restaurants in Morioh with Jotaro, possibly for a date.
With each day passing, Jotaro was getting busier. He'd be sending or receiving calls, study suspicious-looking photographs for hours, or not even be in the hotel with you. Compared to his marine biology work, you'd never seen him so focused on anything.
Over on the hotel bed was your phone, ringing loudly. You rushed to pick it and noticed Jotaro's name on the screen.
"Jotaro?" you said, phone in your hand.
"Y/n." Jotaro's voice was raspyβ a sign that he was incredibly tired. "I'm on my way to the hotel right now."
A smile formed on your face. "Ah, really?" You looked at the digital clock near the hotel bed, noticing how it was still only the afternoon. "It's pretty early. Finish all your work today?"
"Mmh." Jotaro groaned. "Still haven't had lunch yet. Are you up to go out somewhere?"
"Yeah, sure. What time should I get ready?" you asked.
"I'll be at the hotel room by 2. Just don't do any stupid shit until I get there.
You rolled your eyes and giggled. "I won't."
* * *
From your hotel's window, you could notice how great the weather was today. Because of the probable hot weather, you chose to wear a backless, simple satin dress. It was solid-coloured with your favourite shade of red, and comfortable too. The only downside to the dress was the string straps: they were a bit long for your frame, forcing you to fix their positions so you wouldn't accidentally reveal yourself.
As you waited for Jotaro's return, you fidgeted with the bedsheets, playing with the loose blanket while you sat on the edge of the bed. You were bored, but luckily it was only 10 minutes before 2 o'clock
"Y/n?"
You turned around and looked at the door. Jotaro, who you assumed was on the other side, knocked on it several times.
"The door isn't locked!" you said from across the room.
A quiet grunt came from the door, Jotaro coming out from behind shortly after. He remained as quiet as ever, walking into the room without saying a word.
"Hey, Jotaro." You said, fingers tracing the side of your dress. "You're here earlier than I thought."
Jotaro shrugged, walking to the bed's direction afterwards. "I thought there'd be more traffic," he said in a monotone tone.
"Well, we might as well just head out right now, yeah?" You got up from the bed to stand up to Jotaro's height, but you noticed his lack of eye contact. His eyes were glued to your cleavage.
"Oh-" Jotaro immediately looked up, now locked onto your eyes. Despite believing that he was extremely mature, he still had his urges.
"I guess you like the dress too?" you teased in a flirty pitch. Wanting to rile him up more, you let the dress strap hang lower, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your chest. "Are we ready to go out now?"
Jotaro finally looked away from your body, cursing. "I'm engaged to a whore, aren't I?"
Your eyes rested blissfully as you smiled. "Yes, but I'll always be your whore, Jotaro."
Jotaro scoffed, but still had a smile on his face. His hand moved towards your waist, his thumb slowly rolling across your curves. "Let's see you prove it."
You excitedly rolled up your dress and sat on Jotaro's lap. Your hands glided behind Jotaro's neck before your lips connected with his. It had been such a long time since Jotaro has given you special "treatment," but today was finally the day.
"Mmmh," he grunted into the kiss. His hands were now both on your ass, tongue sliding into your mouth at the same time. It had been so long you've gotten intimate with your lover that you could already feel your panties pool in anticipation.
"Jotaro," you whispered in your kiss. "L-Let's cancel our date. Just fuck me instead here, please."
From hearing your whimpering pleading, he felt his erection grow. He nodded immediately and continued to kiss you. While his mouth was busy, he took one of his hands and placed it on the core of your stomach. His finger slowly made its way lower before rubbing against your clothed clit.
"Ah..." You broke away from Jotaro's mouth as your head swung back. You could feel Jotaro's finger put more pressure on your clit, causing your legs to shake from the feeling. Before long, Jotaro's other hand moved to your thigh. Slowly, it moved closer to the space between your thighs. Once his finger finally made it to your panties, he slid them to the side before dabbing into your entrance.
"You're soaking," he said, revealing the layer of slick coated against his fingers. "Really missed me, huh?" He put his finger back inside you, moving it back and forth in slow motion. Once you were wet enough, Jotaro added in another finger. The more he pumped his finger, the more slick dribbled down his wrist. You were getting so close; only a few pushes and you'd come. Closing your thighs on Jotaro's fingers, you tried your best to hold it in.
"J-Jotaro," you said, voice trembling. "I'm close."
Jotaro let out a satisfied grunt and slowly took his fingers out of you. His digits glistened from the room's light, completely wet and soaked. Jotaro dabbled his fingers, spreading the wetness around before sucking them clean. Any saliva on his fingers was wiped off on his pants.
"Get on your knees," he demanded as he got off below you.
"Yes, sir." As you crawled to the center of the bed, you slipped off your dress and underwear. You were on your hands and knees-- head straight forward. Behind you, the sound of Jotaro unbuckling his belt could be heard. You could practically feel your cunt drip from anticipation. Impatient, you whined his name.
"I'm almost done, I'm almost done," he reassured. Once the fidgeting sound stopped, you felt the edge of Jotaro's dick hit your ass. You closed your eyes and felt Jotaro insert his cock inside you, causing a groan out of the two of you.
"I missed this feeling so much," Jotaro moaned. "I missed you so much."
You smiled. "Me too. Now, what are you waiting for?"
Jotaro let out a low chuckle and began to move. He slowly pushed his length inside you, moving back once he couldn't reach any further. It was a lot easier for him to pick up the pace considering how wet you already were. Jotaro began to speed up, going to the point where the sound of his dick filling inside you was loud enough to echo in your room.
"A-Ah! J-J-" you moaned, interrupting yourself. "Jotaro! Oh my god, it feels... so good."
Jotaro, being equally lost in pleasure, only replied with a grunt.
Every time Jotaro pulled back, you clenched your jaw, waiting for him to slam himself back into your cunt. Your legs were drenched and dribbling with cum, only making the sound of sex louder.
"Oh my god, oh my god-" you groaned. "Harder, please! Jotaro!"
You suddenly felt Jotaro's hands grip your hips tightly, fucking you harder and faster than before. Jotaro then got close to your ear, breathing heavily before muttering, "Quiet it down unless you want the neighbours to hear. We don't want noise complaints, don't we?"
Like a drunk man, you stole one of the bed pillows and planted your face on it. Any moans that would ring in your hotel room would now stay concealed with a small feather pillow.
"Fuck!" you screamed into the pillow. Your legs started to feel weak, just barely being able to keep your current position. Jotaro, being all too familiar with your patterns, knew what this meant.
"Don't cum yet," he mumbled. "Just- hold on a bit, okay?"
Your eyes began to get watery, tears starting to form in your creases. All you could manage was a quiet, "mhm," back.
"Mmn. That's a good girl." Jotaro continued the speed he was going. After half a minute of continuous movement, you could feel him losing consistency. The fingers that were on your hips began to dig into your skin, his voice began to get louder, and his thrusts began to get erratic.
"J-Jotaro," you said. "I can't hold it! I-I'm gonna cum."
"I- me too."
Jotaro thrusted himself deep into you one last time, releasing himself inside you. You came alongside Jotaro, letting out one final moan. Your mind felt fuzzy, but you slowly felt your consciousness become more clear. Jotaro then pulled out, slumping on the bed beside you.
"That was great," he said.
"Y-Yeah?" You rolled over to lay on your back beside him. "God, you don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."
Jotaro let out a chuckle and took his arm to bring you closer. He pulled you on top of him, letting you rest on top of his bulky chest. Before Jotaro could ask if you needed anything, your stomach growled loudly.
"Still wanna cancel that dinner date?" Jotaro joked.
"No..." you admitted. "Let's go later... After one more round..."
Jotaro didn't say anything, but you could tell he was smirking above you.
β A πππππππ asked: wAIT wait. that request with us being jolyneβs best friend? make us be apart of the πππππππ π πππππ and saying we have a crush on their best friend! ππππππ, πππππππ, πππππππ, πππππ, and ππππ! how would the brothers react? maybe we tell them that weβre dating too?
β A πππππ from the π ππππππ: When I tell you I had fun with this I had fun. I hope you enjoy it lovely!
He literally looks so disappointed the moment you say, βJohnny, I have a crush on Gyro.β You probably walked into his room, ready to have a serious chat and see if heβd feel okay with you dating him. Johnny simply looked you in the eye, said, βThat is, and Iβm being serious, not something you want.β and goes back to reading his book.
βWhat do you mean? I like Gyro and everything about him!β Johnny gave you a look, his eyebrows raised before rolling his eyes with a shaking head. βJohnny, donβt do that! Iβm trying to talk to you.β You marched over, sitting on his bed. The book in Johnnyβs hands closed.
βListen! All Iβm saying is, Gyro is a huge idiot.β Johnny held his hands up in defense. βEveryone has told him this before. But if youβre willing to put up with it, go right ahead. After all, you make the final decision.β
Gyro did have one interesting personality. But you liked all the jokes he made, even if they didnβt make sense. You enjoyed his presence and felt really close to him. Only recently did you discover you liked Gyro. The first person you felt the need to tell was Johnny.
Youβd never see Gyro without Johnny or Johnny without Gyro. They were attached to the hip and everyone admired their close friendship. You didnβt want Johnny to feel resentment towards his best friend because of you.
βIβm also warning you, thereβs no way in hell heβll let you get on his horse.β
Johnnyβs rating approval is a ππππ out of πππ. One Joestar suffering Gyroβs antics is enough but if you want to switch spots, be his guest. He needs the extra hours of silence.
Literally gasps when he hears you say βJoJo, I like Caesar.β His eyes are so wide and he repeats what you said in his loudest voice ever. He didnβt say anything bad but instead started teasing you about how, βYou wanted to smooch up on Caesarβ and βI bet youβre daydreaming about marrying himβ. Joseph even attempted to imitate both of your voices talking about how youβd name all your children after him.
βOh come on Caesar! Have you forgotten about me already?!β Joseph throws his arms around your shoulders. You and Caesar were walking towards your next class together. Now you were starting to panic at Josephβs arrival. Caesar sneered at his best friend, unwrapping Josephβs arm.
βJoJo, how can I forget about your loudmouth?β Caesar rolled his eyes, giving space for Joseph to walk in between you and him. βIs there something we can help you with?β Joseph βahβed, nudging you in your side with his shoulder.
βWe βey?β Joseph put his hands behind his head. βNo no, Iβve simply come to bother my sister and perhaps future bother in law.β You shouted Josephβs name, feeling embarrassment rise up your body. Josephβs head quickly turned to you. He wore the same expression like always. A teasing yet mischievous grin. Oh you regret ever speaking to him.
You hear Caesar tsk in the background, shoving Joseph to the side. Your hand was grasped in a flash and you were being hauled along.
βCome (Y/N). I wonβt let JoJo embarrass you that way.β You turned to Joseph, who turned back around, whistling as if saying his work was done.
Josephβs rating approval is a ππππ out of πππ. One point was deducted because of Caesarβs flirty antics.
ππππππ ππππ
He simply stares at you and shrugs his shoulders. βDo what you want. I donβt care.β Jotaro was clearly lying but hid it well. He only broke the faΓ§ade when you told him Kakyoin asked you to be his girlfriend today and you said yes. His head whipped over to give you an intimidating stare, ignoring the pains of whiplash.
βSo, I take it the talk with Jotaro went well.β Kakyoin smiled brightly, βConsidering the fact he hasnβt stopped walking right behind us.β You both looked back at Jotaroβs staggering body. He glanced down at you two and then at your holding hands.
βNone of that.β He smacked the linkage, βYouβll get pregnant.β You groaned in a frustration while Kakyoin chuckled at Jotaroβs reasoning.
βLighten up Jotaro.β Kakyoin said. βIβm not here for that. Weβve been friends for the longest. If anyone knows me best, itβs you.β Jotaro sighed softly, slowing his tracks once Kakyoin began talking with you again. Until eventually, he was no longer walking behind you both.
Jotaro smiled, seeing how comfortable and happy you were. Kakyoin was right. If anyone knew him best it was Jotaro. And Jotaroβs words on him? The most trustworthy person to walk the Earth. He wonβt say it, but heβs glad you chose Kakyoin.
Jotaroβs rating approval is a πππ out of πππ. Kakyoin is pureβhearted, leaving Jotaro in confidence to know youβre good hands. Besides that, Jotaro will still be there to protect you.
The moment you shyly say you like Okuyasu, Josuke bursts into laughter. He thinks itβs kind of funny. Mostly because of the brotherβs best friend concept you ended up falling into.
βHey Okuyasu.β Josuke had a big grin on his face as he walked up to the boy. βGuess what I found out yesterday?β Okuyasu gave Josuke all his attention, giving space for the Joestar to sit down next to him.
βWhat bro, what?β Okuyasu said, ready to hear new gossip from Josuke. The other gave a quick glance around his surroundings, hoping that none of his siblings (mostly you) were near the duo.
βI found out that a certain someone has a crush on you.β Josuke said in a sing song voice, waving his pointer finger around. In an instant, Okuyasuβs face lit up but was quickly shut down. He let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.
βWellβ¦ I donβt know Josuke. I mean, I already told you I like (Y/N). Sheβs the only girl for me.β Okuyasu dropped his hand. A wave of sadness flushed over him until he looked back up at Josuke. Only a giant smirk was plastered on his face. βYouβ¦ You donβt meanβ¦β Okuyasu gasped, jumping up from the spot he was sitting.
βOh yeah. And when I say sheβs fallen big time, sheβs fallen big time.β
Josukeβs rating approval is a πππ out of πππ. His friendship with Okuyasu wonβt waver over the two of you dating. He sees no harm in the relationship and Josuke will always be your top supporter.
βGiorno, would you be alright with me being Mistaβs girlfriend?β All he does in response to your words is let out a tired exhale for an extra second. He rubs his temples and then goes, βOkay.β
βIs everything okay, Giorno?β You take a look at your brother who picked up his pencil again. He hums in return and youβre afraid that you made him upset. βAre you mad about it?β Giorno stares at you from the corner of his eye.
βNo, Itβs just Mista is very childish sometimes.β Giorno muttered. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, glancing at you. βI canβt control who you have feelings for and you certainly donβt need my permission for your love life. So, if Mista makes you happy, follow that happiness wherever it goes.β
βOh GioGio!β You quickly lunge at him in surprise. Your arms hug him tightly around his neck, βYouβre the best! I love you so much!β
Giornoβs rating approval is a πππ out of πππ. He knows you could do better but chose the stinky boy who makes you happy and thatβs all Giorno wants.
