Iām a 24 year old woman, I attend university and have a love for anime, gaming and anything nerdy <3
I donāt use my real name online, but you can call me Peri (for periwinkle cuz itās my favorite color lol)
I have written a bit of fanfics in my time, and wanted to get back into it!
Masterlist: coming up!!!
Hereās my list for what kind of work Iām willing to make, and what kind of fandoms I wanna write for.
Make note that I am a woman and I will only write gn or f! Readers as I am not comfortable writing on something I am not familiar with, I am very sorry if that is an issue.
Fandoms:
JoJoās Bizarre Adventure parts 1-6 (Iām not done reading part 7 yet)
Attack on Titan
Tokyo Ghoul
Vinland saga
Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Arcane
Mind that these are just examples of my personal favs! If you wanna see something else with other characters or fandoms, feel free to ask! Although I might not be able to write for exactly who you want, Iāll try my best with what I know!
List of anons:
š§¬, š, šŗš, šŖ¼, šŖ±, š, āļø
Feel free to become an anon! I will welcome you all with open arms š„¹š«¶
Rules:
Hereās my list of what I will not write, if it isnāt on the list Iāll try my best to write it!
āIāll write suggestive that borders NSFW, but I am not comfortable with writing straight up smut, it is not something I can see myself excel at in writing.
āIn case I do write NSFW, Iāll will not do it with underaged characters. I will age them up by time skipping if it is required.
āYandere.
āCharacter x character.
āExplicit gore.
I have no clue what else to write for now lol, just remember to have fun!
As you may have noticed (or not teehee), I havenāt been too active lately. Iām extremely busy with my studies, as weāre in the middle of what we like to call our āintense school periodā.
It happens every semester, and every time I put 110% of my time into it, including this one.
I sincerely apologize for not posting, and I wonāt be posting for a while. I will however without a doubt come back when I can, it might just be a while until then.
There are still requests in my inbox, and those have not been forgotten! I promise to come back, and Iām extremely grateful for everyoneās patience.
As always, thank you for the continued support, and I appreciate ALL of you š«¶āØ
Hellooooo,can I request the jojos with an anxious/easily scared s/o,a bit like kobeni from chainsaw man.thank you in advance and I love your writings
Yeeesss of course!! Thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this one as well š„°
Sorry for the late post, I hope you see this š«¶āØ
Jonathan
This man would protect you without even thinking twice about it. He would do anything and everything to make you feel safe, and would never even dream of complaining about it.
Since he's a partner driven by love and affection, he's going to ask you how your day was every single night. Is there anything he could've done differently? Anything he maybe didn't do that he should've clocked in? He's not asking to be nice, he's asking because he genuinely wants you to feel good.
Since he has the means to, he'd buy you weighted blankets if it helped, and make you the best tea he could possibly brew. He would do his research on the tea as well, finding the best anxiety relieving leaves. He wouldn't spoil you though, afraid you would get overwhelmed by his unwavering devotion to you.
Jonathan is the type to love without restraint, and it shows. It shows in the way his large hand finds yours to ground your emotions, it shows in the way his voice softens around you, and it definitely shows in the way he treats even the most mundane things like it's important. You're feeling scared? He's there in no time, reassuring you that you're worth the effort he puts in, and more.
Joseph
At first, he doesn't quite understand. Not because he's an idiot, more because he's so used to just being so upfront about everything, he sort of forgets that people like you exist too.
When he gets to know you better, though, everything changes. He's determined to be the best boyfriend you could ask for, even if his demeanor sometimes scared you.
If he got in a fight with someone, he'd hold out on the information for a long time, until he inevitably had to tell you. It's not because he doesn't want you to know, he just doesn't want you scared for his sake. The tears that start to form on the corner of your eyes as he tells you about the event, is something he can never forget.
He's so invested in making you feel safe, he sometimes loses sleep over it.
If you stir in your sleep, his hold on you will tighten just that much, holding you flush against his warm chest, whispering sweet nothings of protection to your sleeping form.
"I'm here. Nothing will happen as long as your man is by your side." He just had to boast, even a tiny bit.
Jotaro
Is surprisingly gentle when he realizes what your occasional squeaks were. He's a lot bigger than you in stature, and his stare can be intimidating and he knows this intimately well. For this, he tries his best to be softer around you, as not to scare you further than you already are used to.
Whenever someone as much as raises their voice at you, he'd be there immediately by your side, not moving until he was absolutely sure you were alright. He'd stare at the stranger until they all but pissed their pants at the large shadow beside you.
He isn't good at words, so don't expect him to whip up an anecdote about how your feelings are valid. He tries to show you through actions instead, but realizes that he isn't better off with that either, turning his gentle rubbing on your back just that much more awkward.
Still you'd thank him, and still he'd look away in hidden embarrassment.
He hates loud people, and knowing how you weren't great around them either, actually relieves him more than you'd think. At least now, he could leave crowds with a better excuse than just simple irritation. It gave him a weird sense of purpose.
Josuke
This man is just as loud as his father, but just like him, he'd tone it down as soon as he got a grip on how loud and sudden movements might make you feel.
If something inconvenient happens, and you start to panic as a result, you better believe he'd be pissed about your peace being disturbed.
One thing he knows that helps him with his anxiety, is that comfort comes in snacks and drinks! He'd observe what you like, silently memorizing your favorite type of chocolate, your preferred soft drink and even your number one choice of movie to watch, and would surprise you by bringing you all three.
As you sat there enjoying the chocolate he'd graciously picked for you, he would scoot towards you in a gentle way, afraid to disturb you while you chilled.
He'd watch you carefully, watching you instead of the movie, his thoughts completely transfixed on you and your breathing. If you laugh at a funny scene, he'd jump slightly from the surprise of your movement, which in turn would make you jump as well.
He wasn't great at this, but he tried his best, and you couldn't have asked for more.
Giorno
If anyone is built for these kinds of interactions of reassurance and gentle affection, it's definitely Giorno. He's the human equivalent of essential oils and heating pads, and he couldn't be more proud of providing such care for you.
It becomes part of his daily routine, to always silently make sure you are alright. You seem stressed? A gentle hand is on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing soothing patterns where it rests. You seem good? He smiles tenderly to himself, happy that his presence can calm you enough to ground you.
Giorno will shower you in sweet words, often holding you gently while doing so. His calm aura is contagious enough, but he needs to be extra sure he can wash away all forms of anxiety, so he goes the extra mile each time.
He takes pride in being there for you whenever you need him, but he also needs you to understand that he can't always be there. He's a busy man, and when he's been away for too long, he uses Gold Experience to send a sweet butterfly your way before morphing into a fragrant flower in your hand, its scent intended to ground you.
His love for you is unyielding, and he intends to show you whenever he's able to.
Jolyne
She is loud by nature, and seemingly invites chaos to her life whenever she's around, and it somehow always effects you too. She hates that it does, but she will not ignore it, always prompting to pay extra attention on your well being whenever something turbulent happens.
What she hates the most is whenever your breathing turns rapid, and your hands begin to fidget in angst. If this happens, she hurries to your side, voice gentle and grounding as she speaks.
"Look around slowly. How many windows do you see?" "Focus on my voice." "What is your name. Say it slowly."
She learned this method of calming down by her mom, and because it worked on her, she uses it on you to see if it'll work as well. To her delight, it always does.
Will fight for you and defend you, no matter what. She isn't proud of how intense her voice gets in these situations, but she could care less when it's all for you.
Love comes in many forms, and with her, it comes in reassuring words and focused attention.
Johnny
Whenever you'd get scared, he'd stay by your side, unwavering and unyielding next to you. He wouldn't say much, and would prefer to ground you with his presence rather than his words.
If you did need a word or two though, he wouldn't hesitate. His words aren't sugar-coated, and are usually harsh in their tone, but they would matter. Johnny isn't a man to do things half-way, and it showed in the way he spoke to you.
"You're alright, nothing is happening. You're just overthinking it." He didn't need to say much more than that, prompting to let his warmth comfort you instead.
Although he was usually blunt, he never made a big deal out of it, but he certainly wouldn't forget it either. He'd stay by your side until you'd calm down, often ready with some water if you were to need some.
If someone scared you - intentionally or not - he wouldn't make a scene, and would instead lead you away from the whole thing. He's an expert at scouting these events way before they even neared you, so these were usually on the rarer side.
Heyy, this is my first time requesting anything so I'm kinda nervous but do you think you could write platonic headcannons for Jotaro Kujo with a gn reader who's also into marine biology and works as a marine veterinarian? Like they'll just have convos about their studies and animals they like in general. If it's not a heavy ask ofc!
ā āļø Anon >.<
HELLO THERE NEW ANON!!! Thank you for requesting this, of COURSE I will write it!! š«¶
I'm really nice and I don't bite so PLEASE never be afraid to request stuff! I like platonic relationships just as much as I like fluff so I had a bunch of fun writing this!! āØāØāØ
Prompt: Platonic headcanons of Jotaro Kujo X GN! Marine Veterinarian! reader
The first thing Jotaro had ever noticed about you was how you never put up an act before him, and that alone made his respect for you skyrocket.
In the field of marine science, it was almost inevitable for branches within that line of work to mingle, which was how you got to know each other.
He noticed your deep devotion to the marine wildlife, and struck up a conversation with you. When he did find out your were a marine veterinarian, he couldn't avoid the questions he uttered next, completely geeking out with you on accident.
You were deeply respected in the marine community, and he caught wind of this easily the first time you spoke about your ongoing study on starfish and their health and wellbeing. Turns out, your thesis wasn't as different as his had been.
"I like whales. They're pretty cool." You said once, and it caught his attention immediately.
You'd both throw in little facts about ocean wildlife every now and then, competitive in your games of knowledge with a playful twist, just to see if you could somehow outsmart the other.
"Did you know blue starfish digest their food from the outside of their bodies?" You'd said, not even looking up from your laptop. "Duh, it's called an eversible stomach." He'd answered not long after. It made you look at him like you were evaluating the answer, until you smiled in quiet pride.
Although you didn't see each other every day, you did get around to geek out whenever you did. You'd often have these long and outstretched conversations over lunch, about whatever you'd been so fortunate to see in the ocean while doing research on a specific topic.
A strong bond formed between you, and an unbreakable friendship was created in the process.
Somewhere, deep in his chest, he was always grateful at how you never made advances towards him like others would. Jotaro was used to being flirted with, but when you didn't do it, it felt refreshing in a way he'd never actually say out loud.
One time, you'd found a revelation in your research about sea-cucumbers, and it almost shocked even you when the first person you wanted to tell was Jotaro. When you did meet him again, you were so excited to tell him it resulted in your words almost fumbling. He had to tell you to slow down.
You both wore pins of your favorite marine creature somewhere on your clothes, and someday you'd made a comment about trading the pin, and it just kind of stuck. Now, he wore a starfish pin on his hat, while you wore a dolphin pin on your jacket like a brooch.
Somewhere along the line, you were lucky enough to meet both his wife and his daughter, even having dinner with them once in a while. When little Jolyne asked if it was true that you saved sea creatures, you nodded, making her squeal in amazement.
If somehow you both said two completely different things about a specific topic, you'd both frown and get this competitive glint in your eyes.
"I'm not wrong." He said. "Well neither am I, so maybe you should look it up." You'd say smugly. "There's nothing to look up. I know what I'm talking about." It'd go on for a while, but it would never pack any actual heat.
Sometimes you'd travel together to conduct research, even if it wasn't on the same topic.
If you found an injured animal while scuba diving, you'd immediately get to work to save its life. The lack of hesitation always made his lips twitch in respect.
Late night studies were often times concluded with a toast to Poseidon, a weird inside joke the two of you had formed.
On these late night studies, he'd bring coffee while you brought something with sugar. After all, your brains had to be active in order to be efficient.
"Thank you for being a friend." He said once, making you look at him with a mix of confusion and slight mock disgust. "Sentiment doesn't suit you, Jojo." That one actually made him chuckle.
The face he'd make when he was really into a topic never failed to make you snort in stifled laughter, and his offended expression afterwards always sent your laughter over the edge.
Sometimes you'd be so focused on a specific research, you'd forget the time, often times resulting in you falling asleep at your desk. Whenever he came by this, he'd roll his eyes but still put a blanket over your sleeping form, mumbling about how unbelievable you were.
Some of his favorite memories with you were the deep conversations you'd sometimes get into. He liked to think he knew you well enough to make a list of your favorite topics and animals, but he'd never list them out loud unless provoked enough.
You didn't talk much about your youths much at all, but one time he mentioned this trip to Egypt he took with his grandpa and some friends, and you listened intently finding it awesome he had stories like this.
"This one stand pulled me into a vortex in the ocean, and I got to touch a great white shark in the process." You had no idea what he was talking about, but the slight hint of pride in his voice made you stay silent and nod in approval. "That's pretty cool. Not many people can say they've touched one of those."
For someone as stoic and unreadable as him, what surprised you the most was how easy it actually was to maintain a friendship with him. You'd never regret this for the rest of your life, and made sure to show your appreciation for this in quiet ways, matching his reserved energy.
Hi! I just followed you and I already love your work! This is my first time requesting!
May I request a Fluff, bit angsty, (slight NSFW, in your own way if youāre comfortable, no pressure!!!) Risotto Nero X Fem!Reader. Where itās in a slightly different AU after the events of GW (Heās still around 28-29, so late 2001/early 2002) and he has a serious relationship with the reader since he was a capo. And he wants to settle in with them, already living with each other. (Marriage, a child, perhapsā¦š?)
But he stumbled across his teen child from an ex girlfriend/fling from many years ago, obviously he didnāt about their existence. And the mother of his child wants to connect again, but he refuses, but he doesnāt deny his child as he tries to bond with his child as heās no deadbeat. And obviously he breaks the news with the reader, they have mixed feelings despite they knew Risotto had a few relationships before them and they know he has to bond with his child.
Of course! Thank you for keeping my boundaries in mind, itās really kind of you. The thing is, Iām not super comfortable with writing straight up smut, but I do want to write some NSFW if you get what I mean :3 I want to explore writing more in that category, and I think this is a good gateway for that! š«¶
This was incredibly fun to write, and since it's quite long I can only hope you enjoy this!! Thank you for this request! āØāØ
Warnings: Talks of parenthood, NSFW elements, mentions of a wet dream and a slight mention of teen pregnancy.
Waking up next to your boyfriend was the one thing you would always compare to pure heaven. The warmth, comfy feel of a strong arm around you always made you sigh in contentment, the sound bringing him absolute peace of mind, especially so early in the morning.
As you stretched - your tiredness leaving your body slowly, - Risotto's grip on your hip slightly tightened, both as a sign of him being awake too, and him trying to tell you something else entirely.
Before you even had the chance to turn around, he pulled your body close to his own, your plump cheeks flush against his crotch. A knowing smile formed on your lips, a low chuckle escaping you as you grinned.
"Well good morning to you too." Your voice was laced with sleep, something he enjoyed far too much right now.
"Morning, amore. I dreamt of you." His own voice was groggy, the sound sending shivers through your body. Even after all these years, he still had this incredible effect on you.
Turning around, you saw the unmistakable look of pure lust and desire in his eyes, before looking down to see a wet spot on his underwear, where his member stood stiff and firm.
"Do I even dare to ask what it was?" You asked lazily, clearly referring to his dream.
He smiled a smug smile as an answer, leaving your imagination to do the bidding. Knowing exactly what this meant, your palm came up to his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath, as you gently pushed him away from you in a playful manner.
"You animal. Was it good though?"
"What? I just think maybe it's time to grow this family." His grin widened, ignoring your question entirely as he leaned closely to your ear, the scent of your shampoo hitting his senses. "After all, the trying for the baby is the fun part. I wouldn't be opposed to it." The honey dripping from his voice was sweet as ever, and a pool of excitement started to form in between your legs.
After a deep heavenly sigh, you moved to sit up, your arm acutely holding your weight as you leaned down to kiss him good morning. "I know you wouldn't." You winked, signalling a mutual desire in the moment. You took the moment to grab his plush cheeks in between your fingers, trapping his face where you could observe it. He was enjoying your touch immensely, especially one as demanding as that.
After a beat or two, you swiftly moved away from him and off the bed, making him elicit a deep sigh in what was most likely unsatisfied defeat.
He laid there for a while, watching your body move so sweetly as you walked across the room, straight to your closet. The sight of you putting your clothes on was definitely not something he wanted to see, especially not after that dream.
Reality knocked on the door to his brain, and he too rose from the bed, his legs making a beeline straight towards you. He gently slapped your ass, the noise echoing through the entire room and landing swiftly in your ears.
"Maybe later." He simply said, moving to clothe himself as well. You could tell by his voice he had adorned a smug smirk.
-
The kitchen of your shared home was warm, a nice aroma of breakfast filling the air as he watched you intently. The sight of you making breakfast was something he could never tire of, especially as you were in your own little world, humming whatever tune that would inevitably get stuck in his head later on. He didn't mind though, as long as the memory came from you.
You caught him staring, and drew out a small huff, making his grin widen and chest tighten.
"What? Something on my face?" You asked, the playfulness from the bedroom clearly having followed the two of you into the kitchen.
"Yeah. Beauty." He didn't even hesitate, which stunned you for a second too long. The sound of your laughter made his heart skip a beat, clearly years of being together hadn't dulled his feelings for you.
"Okay, that was smooth." You said as you set a small trey of food in front of him, quietly urging him to eat.
As he ate, he couldn't help but feel lucky. "How fortunate am I, that I get to have such a beautiful future wife, who can cook this well." The word made you freeze where you stood, and he noticed immediately.
"What? I think I'd like that. Mrs. Nero doesn't sound half bad." He continued, making you shake you head and sigh in a mix of disbelief and absolute undeterred wonder.
As he ate, you really started to think about it. Marriage had always been on your bucket list, you just hadn't know whether or not he wanted it as well. Now that you had confirmation, it was almost inevitable for you to dream about it. That paired with his words from earlier,
"...maybe it's time to grow this family."
it sent a swarm of butterflies straight to your tummy, the ticklish feeling making you sigh dreamily and giggle, the warm sound entering your boyfriend's ears.
When he left for work, the tenderness stayed even long after he was gone. Oh the effect he had on you.
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At work, Risotto's mind kept drifting back to you that morning. Your lazy eyes as you finally looked at him, your sweet voice that held the comfiness of sleep, and how your soft and plush ass was so warm pressed against his pelvis. Then his thoughts landed on his dream. You, beneath him. Your soft touch on his cheek as he sweetly hit that spot you loved so much over and over. Your sweet voice hitting his ears as he sent you over the edge. His ears warmed at the thought, his heartbeat fastening just by imagining it.
All at once, it hit him. He couldn't wait to get home, and he couldn't wait to fulfil his promise of making love to you.
Risotto had secured a job as a machinist - due to his ability from Metallica, this was more than perfect for him - and he was steady in where he stood. He was able to provide for you, but more than that he was beginning to get comfortable in this new lifestyle. After years of being a mafioso, he somehow to his incredible luck had been able to escape the dangers of his old lifestyle, and start a new safer life with you. If he wanted marriage and kids later on, this was the most efficient route to take.
As he worked, humming the same tune you had hummed that morning, a sweet smile crept up to his face at the thought. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and when he confirmed who that voice belonged to, he was less than thrilled.
Somehow, his ex from a previous relationship had seemed to seek him out, finding him through what he assumed to be his boss.
"Risotto... I know it's been a long time. But we need to talk."
He wanted to ignore her, but her next choice of words were able to gain his attention, and the sentence that came out stunned him.
"You have a daughter. She's 13, and she needs a father."
It took a while for the words to register, but as he kept repeating her words he came to understand their meaning. His world stopped spinning for a long minute. His breathing grew slightly irregular and his sight narrowed. He had a child with this woman, someone he had barely known.
They'd been together for a short while when they were young, too young for the responsibility of parenthood. He'd left her when he entered Passione, leaving her alone with teen pregnancy of all things. It twisted his stomach uncomfortably, as he never wanted to be one of those guys in the first place.
But even so, his thoughts kept creeping back to you. What would you think? Would you be angry? Surely you wouldn't leave him, your relationship was perfect. He needed to share the news with you, deeming you more than deserving of such information. As he started to think about how you would even react, her next words once again pulled him out of his thoughts.
"I think we should reconnect, Risotto. I know we haven't seen each other in years, but we have a family together." Her eyes were shy, almost pleading for him to be in her life again.
At this, his eyes grew cold. "Absolutely not. I already have someone else. I can't be with you." He simply said, his voice dry from the previous shock.
"But-"
"I said no. You don't know what you're saying." He cut her off, swiftly ending her train of thoughts until he continued: "But if what you're saying is the truth, and I really do have a daughter... I want to meet her." This seemed to relieve her thoughts even just a bit, the nature of this whole thing seemingly awkward to her as well.
"Good... she's in the car."
In the car? She brought his daughter here? This woman really meant business.
After a long minute, he moved to walk with her to her car, a little reluctant. This was new, and he couldn't shake the nerves forming in his being. Still, his thoughts returned to you. Always to you.
Would you be okay with this? God, what if you weren't... His thoughts were a scramble of possibilities, and none of them seemed to be in your favor.
-
The sky had gone dark, and Risotto stood at the entrance of your shared home, gathering whatever strength he had to enter and break the news to you. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of it all, his hand scurrying to find his keys. When he did, he reached up to the doorknob, but froze once again.
He inhaled slowly, brazing himself for what he was about to do.
Entering, the first thing he heard was the same humming from that morning. He could smell the nice aroma of what he assumed was spaghetti carbonara, something easy and delicious, something that didn't exactly mirror his mind right now. He watched you swaying, memorizing this moment until he would inevitably break it.
You noticed him in the doorway, and your eyes locked. He looked tired and exhausted, but still perfect overall. The small wrinkles that appeared at the corners of your eyes as you smiled pulled him back to reality, and before he could overthink it, he went to rip the bandaid off.
"Welcome home, babe. I hope you're hungry." He hadn't even started to think about food. "You look tired, come eat." You had no idea how tired his mind was.
"There's something I need to tell you." The urgency in his voice startled you, and your hand came to a full stop over the pan you were stirring.
"Sounds serious." You couldn't help but tease him, trying to lighten his mood a bit. How naive you were. He sat the both of your down at the dinner table, the tension building in every step.
"Today at work, by ex approached me." He started, and your mouth went dry, your brows furrowing. You knew he had had relationships before you, that part was fine. Hell, you too had been in relationships before him, but you had a bad feeling this was about something else entirely. Your theory was proven right with his next words.
"She told me I have a daughter. I met her, she's but a teen. I immediately saw the resemblance and although I was shocked, it didn't feel as bad as I thought it would."
You almost couldn't comprehend what he was saying, the information taking a while to even register in your mind. He's a father?
Insecurity bubbled within you, and he could tell by the way your shoulders tensed.
"The mother wanted to reconnect." That was the worst thing he could possibly say at this moment, and he realized it a little too late when he saw your eyes widening, a soft vail of concern drifting through your eyes. "But I refused." He added quickly, but not quick enough.
Your hands were shaking, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth seemingly in deep thought. He hated seeing you like this, but there was no other choice.
"...You're a father." Was all you could manage to say at that moment, your voice so uncharacteristically small and fragile it startled even him. He hated this, but he was adamant that you deserved to know. He wanted to build a family with you, and the fact that he already had a kid was enough to derail that thought for the moment, and he could tell you thought the same.
"Yes... I don't know what to do. I'm just as shocked as you."
Taking a long moment to gather yourself after such a bombardment of information, you were silent in a way even he was afraid to break. Your eyes searched his for a long while, until you exhaled sharply through your nose.
"I can't say I love this situation... But still, you're a father, you can't... ignore your daughter." You looked away, your hand moving to cover half of your face in exasperation.
In that instant, something akin to relief flooded his body. You felt the same as he did. You, of all people, felt it most appropriate he stays in touch with his daughter, and knew he had to be there for her.
Still, he could empathize with you, and he had a good guess of how this just turned your future in a completely different path. He knew it so, but what happened happened, and he was adamant on being a good father, even if the child wasnāt yours.
After a moment of silence and quiet agreement on the heavy duties of his new responsibility, he broke the silence once and for all.
"She had my eyes."
The way you looked at him from the corner of your eyes stopped his heart in anticipation, until the corner of your mouth lifted slightly, something he couldnāt miss.
"Yeah... I bet. I can just picture her." You finally said after a beat.
At this, he finally stood up to approach you, a gentle hand landing on your shoulder in reassurance. You turned around with a heavy heart, and finally looked him in the eyes again. Though your eyes were clouded in mixed emotions, one thing was clear: You would stand beside him, supporting him in his decision.
He tenderly took your hand, lifting you up with a gentle but firm pull. His arms wrapped around you in one swift motion, trapping your form in his strong embrace, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I promise you, this doesn't change anything. I still want a future with you. I want to marry you, and build a family down the line. I want to see you be a mother to my children, and I want to see you grow old beside me. Nothing about that has changed."
The sincerity in his voice made you evoke a deep and shaky sigh you didn't know you were holding in, clearing your mind just that much more.
As he started to sway you gently in his arms, you reached up to touch his face gently, unknowingly mimicking the soft action you had made in his dream. As you caressed the space under his eye with your thumb, you finally smiled at him, as he mirrored your soft expression in turn.
"Are you sure?" Your voice was quiet and unsure, making him lean forward to press a soft but deep kiss to your plump lips. The kiss was warm in nature, and the quiet but unmistakable sound of your satisfied hum forced him to smile into said kiss.
One of his hands wandered down towards your ass, gripping the plush flesh tightly in his big palm. "I'm more than sure. It'd ruin me in the most perfect way to see you plump with my child."
His comment made you laugh, the sound almost angelic in his ears. The tension had finally lifted, not gone, but definitely not overbearing anymore.
With this, he knew he had chosen correctly. You in his arms, walking next to him for the remainder of both of your lives, hand in hand. It couldn't be more perfect. We couldn't wait to grow old with you.
Thank you for your well wishes, i feel a bit better nowš
its nice to know that exhaustion comes for all eventually. I thought of something cute and sweet for my last ask for this batch! I only ever request Jofoes, i know it can become a bit tiring as there're quite lot of characters.
Now, i was thinking of their stands being cheesyš as they're the manifestation of the soul, i think they would show the users deep emotions. Imagine them fixing S/O hair or taking their shoes off or presenting them with the tiniest little flower. Would they become flustered? "Oh 'my' darling is so pretty!"
S/O would be very much amused, villains i think not so much. "Are you trying to humiliate me!?"
You can allways change the dialog etc if you so choose!!
Bye bye, Love you too šš
Hello my lovely š anon, of course!! I love writing for you, you always have such interesting and fun asks, even if it's just Jofoes :3 So please request all the jofoe ideas you have!!
Thank you for this request, it was fun to write as always! āØāØ
Also this is my first time adding Funny Valentine on here, so excuse me if he's OOC! I'm not used to writing for him š„¹š«¶
Characters: Dio, Yoshikage Kira, Diavolo, Enrico Pucci & Funny Valentine
Dio
The World would present you with the prettiest flowers it saw on its own little journey with its user, and you loved it every time. This new habit of your boyfriend's stand, did bring you joy more than it did him, and very evidently so.
You waited at the threshold, patiently humming as Dio entered, giving you a tiny irritated kiss on your temple while muttering under his breath. He loved you - as much as someone like him was capable of loving someone, - but he found all this affection you once insisted would bring you joy, just a tad bit annoying.
After the kiss, The World manifested behind him, holding a flower out for you. Taking it, you smiled brightly and giggled, making the stand elicit a hum of satisfaction.
The flowers it usually brought you were of the nocturnal kind, for a very obvious reason. Tonight, it was a moonflower. The big white petals brushed your fingers lightly, tickling your nerve endings as you turned it in your tender grip.
"Awweeee thank you, you always bring me the prettiest of flowers." You exclaimed, giving the stand a much awaited kiss.
Dio turned around, his expression anything but amused. When did this become the default? You didn't have time to react when he snatched the flower from your hands, crushing it in his large hand.
"That is unacceptable. I won't have my stand become soft just because of a puny human." His words were sharp, making your shoulders hunch forward and your neck tuck back, your body mimicking fear.
Running a hand through his hair at the sight, he composed himself just for you, a deep sigh escaping his nostrils.
"Look. I'm not trying to scare you, I just can't accept whatever this is." He said in a lighter tone, hand gesturing towards his stand.
You understood immediately how he must've been somewhat abashed by his stand's actions, but you chose not to comment on his embarrassment - very wisely so.
"You know... I don't mind it one bit. I like the things he brings me. It lets me know you were thinking of me while you were away." You tone was light and genuine, something that never failed to bring his defences down.
He sighed in defeat, knowing he could end it all if he wanted to, but chose otherwise. He really did have a soft spot for you.
Yoshikage Kira
Life in Japan was always nice and quiet, until it came to work. It was always so formal, and your work uniform that consisted of a botton-down shirt, a plain office skirt and a matching suit jacket was almost too boring for your taste.
But alas, you had to look professional, so you wore it every day for work, only complaining at home.
In the mornings, you and Kira would often get ready together, both in your own little worlds as you prepared for a full day of contributing to society.
Putting your shirt on, you yawned as you began to fasten the buttons of your shirt. Just as you were halfway done, you felt the unmistakable but gentle grip of Killer Queen's hands, as it buttoned the rest of your shirt up.
You hummed in delight, letting it do whatever it needed to, leaning slightly on the table as you did so.
Kira turned his head towards you slightly, something he had a habit of doing whenever you were doing something otherwise completely ordinary, and the sight made him freeze where he stood.
Noticing the tension, you looked over to see a flustered Kira in front of his mirror, his fingers frozen on his own uniform buttons.
"Hm? Oh, don't worry. He's not bothering me, he's just helping out." You reassured, unaware of what he was actually thinking.
"Yeah... I can see that." He coughed, trying to compose himself.
"You know, if you need help with that, you can always just ask." He turned away, trying to hide the faint pink that was forming on his cheeks, oblivious to the fact that you had already noticed.
You didn't waste a single second, as you pushed yourself off table and approached him, sensing a sort of insecurity that was all too unfamiliar in him.
"Love... Do you want to help me button my shirt?" Your tone was light, but he immediately caught the teasing glint in your eyes.
Scoffing, he lifted his hands to toy with your buttons, efficiently - and a little too quickly - closing your shirt up for you.
Thanking him with a kiss, you noticed the tension leaving his shoulders at the action, until you felt the suit jacket you usually wore appear behind you.
Killer Queen was back, and now it wanted to put your jacket on you, making its user elicit a very tired sigh in front of you.
"You gotta be kidding me..."
Diavolo
As you entered through the door to your shared home, you sat down on the little stool in the foyer. Just as you did, King Crimson appeared to help you with your shoes.
You looked at it in surprise for a while, sitting completely frozen until you understood its intention. As you did, a smug smile appeared on your lips, and you lifted your foot up slightly so it could reach better.
The stand immediately moved when you did, and started to untie your shoelace, happily doing so.
Just as it pulled your shoe off in a swift motion, Diavolo turned around to see what was going on. The sight stunned him, leaving him almost speechless as he stormed towards you.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He snatched the shoe away from his stands grip, his eyes immediately finding yours.
"Oh, darling. Calm down, he was just trying to help." You said, as you fluttered your eyelashes at the man in front of you, clearly amused by something he had no control over.
"You can untie your own shoes. You certainly don't need help from a stand." Diavolo exclaimed, bending down as he did so.
Confusion took over again, as it was your time to be stunned into silence. After a beat or two, you blinked at your boyfriend who was still kneeling in front of you, your eyebrows furrowing.
"Don't look at me like that and give me your other shoe. If you need help to untie it that desperately, I'll just do it myself." He said as he reached for your other leg, the one that still wore a footwear.
Your eyes widened as a quiet giggle escaped you involuntarily, and Diavolo's eyes shot straight to yours.
"What?" His voice was sharper than he intended.
Lifting your leg, you couldn't help the grin you wore from widening, the sight amusing you more than the stand had. "Oh nothing, you're just sweet is all."
Diavolo huffed a dismissive puff, trying his hardest not to let his flustered state shine through, and failing in doing so.
Enrico Pucci
Life had always been somewhat ordinary when it came to you and Pucci, but you couldn't complain. Something about the calm and domestic feel of it all, never failed to make you feel safe.
Most often than not, Pucci actually helped you with your tasks. Laundry? You take turns. The dishes? If you're tired, he'll take care of it. Cooking? He preferred it when you both did that, moving as a unit.
Tonight was no different, as he moved to grab the pan to stir the food, as you stood behind him preparing the salad on your own.
His quiet hum made you feel at peace, and you almost didn't notice Whitesnake handing you a peppershaker. You took it without noticing it, and thanked your boyfriend instead.
"Thank you Enrico, you always know what to do at all times, huh?"
Pucci grew confused, and turned around to see what you were talking about.
The lack of answer made you weary, and as you hesitantly looked up, you saw his stand staring at you, not so subtly.
A laugh escaped you, as a very much noticeable satisfied expression appeared on the stand's face, coming from a place of affection at hearing your laughter.
Whitesnake's hand rose, its fingers brushing your temple slightly as it moved a stray strand of hair away from your eyes, tugging it gently behind your ear.
Amused by this, you leaned into its hand gently, kissing its thumbpad.
The action sent a shiver of cold shock down Pucci's spine, making his body move involuntarily, not even realizing it until his chest was flush against your back.
He pulled you away swiftly, turning his body away from his stand with you in his arms, taking you with him in his movement.
"Careful... You know its ability."
His excuse was bad, and plainly so as he heard the laugh that escaped your throat.
Was he embarrassed?
"He's just admiring me, Enrico. He wouldn't hurt me."
The faint blush that crept up to his face answered your silent question, making you turn in his arms and wrap your own around him in a swift motion.
"Please don't be embarrassed, I liked it." You said, voice muffled slightly by his chest.
He sighed in absolute defeat, knowing he could never deny you like this.
Funny Valentine
The day starts out as it always does; you waking up alone in your usually shared bed, as a servant walks in to greet you good morning on his behalf.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" She asks, tone too sweet too early in the morning.
"You could say that." You rubbed your eyes. "Where's my husband?" You ask, voice groggy from sleep.
"He's in the office. He wanted me to give you this." The servant says, handing you a single red rose.
"Thank you, miss." Was all you said, turning the flower in your fingers. As the servant left, you swiftly changed clothes, put on your usual jewellery, brushed your teeth and went out, walking in the direction of his office.
As you approached, you heard his voice through the door, and silently determined that he must be in a meeting. Not wanting to disturb, you waited patiently outside, sitting on a much too fancy chair, decorated with golds and lined in velvet.
People passed by, all of them nodding in respect as they walked past you, until a humanoid presence appeared before you.
You hummed in satisfaction, immediately recognizing the stand to be your husband's, the blue and pink hues of its body so uniquely its own.
D4C's hand reached up towards your earring, adjusting it where it hang, until it lowered to touch your cheek gently. Placing a hand where its own was, holding it gently under your touch, a quiet chuckle escaped you as your grin widened in delight.
The moment was interrupted swiftly by the sound of a nonchalant cough, and you didn't even need to look to see who it was. Still you did, and as you locked eyes with your husband, you saw the faint lines of frustration that crinkled between his eyebrows.
"I've been expecting you, dear. Did you get the rose I sent your way?" He asked as you walked towards him, as he gently but firmly pulled your arm, guiding you inside his office.
He didn't react much, at least not outwardly. But you knew him well enough to see past the formal face he was so adamant on wearing.
"I did. It was a nice surprise." You simply said, already sensing a quiet irritation in him at seeing his stand acting out of his control. If there was something this man cherished, it was definitely control. He held great pride in knowing he had an immense amount of discipline, and the thought of that slipping made something unfamiliar twist in his chest.
"Don't be like that, he was just fixing my earring for me." You said quietly, making him sigh heavily, composing himself at the thought.
"Very well. Know that it won't happen again. It is a manifestation of my will, not... whatever that was." He uttered, fixing his pristine gloves in the meantime. "Affection like that is inefficient, and much too unbecoming. But... if you insist, I will accept it this one time." He finally looked at you, the coldness in his eyes dissipating slightly, showcasing his true emotions for you.
You moved to hug him, taking advantage of the privacy you now shared, away from prying eyes and running mouths. "I liked it." Your soft confession pulled a low chuckle from him, as he lifted a gloved hand and softly caressed your hair.
Just wanted to say you did great with the Hamon cat & overall i loved it so much, tbh I think it's on me for not saying i would have liked some conflict.š
Anyhow, hope you have a great day/night.
Byyyyyyye šāā¬ļø
Iām so sorry! Iāll write another one with conflict, thank you so much for your input, itās absolutely and greatly appreciated! š„¹
I think I get what you mean now, and Iāll do my best with the next one! š«¶
Yesss what an interesting ask, of course Iāll write it!! š±
I hope it's to your liking, and if there's something you want changed, please tell me and I'll do so!! š«¶āØ
I wrote different little scenarios for Stardust Crusaders, Diamond is Unbreakable and Stone Ocean :3
Stardust Crusaders
The purrs of the tiny kittens in the litter could be heard, clearly waiting for their mom to bring them some food. It was quite a hassle to be a mama cat, and the little pitter patter of paws echoed through the tight and narrow entryway to their little hideout.
Mama cat was back, and she had brought a sparrow she had skillfully caught on her own little adventure. As she ate, so did her kittens, drinking milk while purring in satisfaction.
The sound was music to her ears, until a loud crash interrupted her peace.
A loud man was outside their home, screaming about some scammer he'd been so unfortunate as to encounter.
Somehow, the roof over their shelter was lifted, and a human man with white hair, styled into a flat top appeared. He seemed way too excited for someone who had just disturbed something peaceful.
As he reached down, cooing at the cat, the biggest one suddenly jumped and scratched his hand, making him wince out in pain and instantly draw his hand back.
"OUCH!! This cat just scratched me!" He yelled out as the mama cat hissed.
"Polnareff. I told you, don't disturb the wildlife." Another one commented - clearly somewhat disappointed at his friend. As he walked closer, the cat sensed something familiar about him.
It wasn't that the cat had ever seen him before, but something about him was... strange. Something that drew the cat to him.
The familiarity became obvious when the man used hamon to stop Polnareff's bleeding, and the cat knew instantly what it was. She felt safe enough to approach the hamon user, and started to rub her face into his leg.
"Hey there lovely, I'm Joseph. Don't mind this idiot, he won't hurt you." Joseph leaned down, squatting to pet the cat. As he did, he caught a glimpse of her litter, and suddenly understood perfectly just why she had been so aggressive towards Polnareff.
Joseph sighed in exasperation, hanging his head slightly as he gently moved to put the roof back on her home. Satisfied, the cat decided to thank him in a way only Joseph could understand. She purred happily while releasing a stream of hamon into his mechanical arm, only for Joseph to gasp in surprise.
He wanted to yell out in surprise, he really did, but the thought of those kittens made him stop just in time.
"Well I'll be damned... Say, you're not from Venice, are you?" Joseph asked the cat, laughing as he did.
As she gracefully walked back to her babies, she meowed loudly, almost as if she was trying to communicate with the human.
Joseph stood up and adjusted his hat, a quiet recognition on his face as he locked eyes with the cat. He turned around, and started walking.
"What was that?" A man with a cap asked, having witnessed the whole encounter.
"Don't worry about it, Jotaro. She was just thanking me." The tone in Joseph's voice was littered with pride, and something akin to understanding.
This brief encounter was enough for his mind to linger, to travel somewhere he had been once, to remember the names of allies he had almost forgotten the faces of, and a wild battle that still remained in his heart.
"It's... a strong cat, is all."
No more was needed to be said, the mutual understanding between him and a random stray family of cats very much apparent.
Diamond is Unbreakable
Tomoko Higashikata was wandering around town, when she suddenly heard the loud cries of a cat, clearly in pain.
She searched with tremors in her heart, her pace hurrying until she reached a narrow alleyway, where the cries were loudest.
Reaching down into the cardboard box in the corner, she lifted its lid only to see a pregnant female cat, screaming in pain. She was in labor. Panic washed over her, but her mind was quick. "This poor cat... it can't stay out here like this. Especially not with kittens."
That's how she was adopted, and that's how she got her new home at the Higashikata's. She was content, because now her kittens had a safe space to be, somewhere warm and dry, somewhere where food was never scarce.
Josuke, Tomoko's son, tried his best to befriend the cat, trying to pet her occasionally. Often times he would get hissed at, sometimes even obtain a scratch or two. He nearly gave up, until he heard the weird whirring sounds of something unfamiliar to him.
As he looked, he saw the bowl of water ripple into something he had never seen before, something he was almost afraid to investigate. Against his better judgement, he decided to let it be.
Watering the plants in the garden - like the good son he was - Josuke heard the familia voice of someone he dreaded. Rohan. He'd probably come to make Josuke's day even worse.
Just as he approached, the cat walked outside to get some fresh air, the sight completely taking Rohan by surprise.
"Since when did you get a cat?" Rohan asked, the noice already annoying Josuke to no end.
The cat instantly caught wind of his intense emotions, and drew closer to Josuke, in case he needed protection somehow.
"It's my mom's cat. She just gave birth to kittens, so it's a surprise to see her away from her litter." Josuke lightly chuckled, as he daringly reached down to pet it, finally achieving his first goal of befriending her.
"Pfft, how boring. Just what I expected from you, Josuke." The cat hated this stranger's insults to her family, and instantly emitted some hamon energy into the watering can Josuke was holding, just to direct a huge splash onto Rohan's face.
Satisfied with the result, she purred into Josuke's hand as he laughed loudly at the sight in front of him, clearly to Rohan's dismay.
"What the hell was that?" Rohan shouted, pointing at Josuke.
"That wasn't me, idiot. It was the cat. You must've said something to provoke her." Josuke laughed again, a very content smile forming on his face.
Rohan, now drenched in water, looked less annoyed and more curious now. His brows were furrowed in fascination, and as he knelt down to the cat's level, he released a quiet humming sound, seemingly observing with intense focus.
"I see, I didn't know you had a super cat." He rubbed his chin lightly, something akin to a smile forming on his lips.
"Don't get any weird ideas. She's probably just trying to protect her kittens from you and your weird energy." Josuke deadpanned, as the cat turned around to walk back into the house, already hating this new human.
"Kittens?" Rohan asked quickly, and Josuke already knew what was on his mind.
"No. You can't come inside. The only person she allows near her kittens is my mom. You don't stand a chance."
"I have to see! What if the kittens also harbour this strange power? You can't tell me you're not curious too, Higashikata." Rohan urged, feeling the need to find out.
It was Josuke's turn to spray water in Rohan's face, a protective action for the little cat that clearly didn't want anything to do with Rohan. "Stay away from her!" He cemented, an angry tone lacing his voice.
She looked back before she entered the house again, a sudden and new appreciation building up inside her for the son of the kind woman who lovingly gave her and her kittens a home.
"Come on! Just one look, I promise I won't be long! I can use this in my next chapter-" He was suddenly cut off by Josuke's yelling, clearly coated in irritation.
"NO!"
Stone Ocean
Emporio had always been inside the prison, and had called it home for as long as he could remember. Which was why it surprised him so much when a random cat came into his room, carrying a little kitten in her mouth.
He walked over to investigate, and quickly came to the conclusion that it needed shelter for her and her kitten.
"You can stay here if you want, I don't mind." That was all she needed to hear, when she dropped her kitten on the ground and ran out. This action confused Emporio to no end, until she came back with another kitten.
"Oh, of course." He said quietly to himself.
This happened about four more times, until she stopped to relax next to her babies, clearly exhausted from the travels she had done. As she rested, Emporio gave her a bed and a nice cat tree, somewhere her and her babies could stay.
She appreciated the gesture so much, and moved to show him her gratitude in the form of hamon, something that could send a pleasant jolt through the boy's body, but not overstimulate him.
As she did, the quiet but unmistakable laughter of Emporio filled the room, clearly feeling something tickling his body.
"You're a special cat, please stay." His quiet plea wasn't unheard, and she decided this would be the perfect place for her and her kittens to call home, along with this human boy she had started to trust.
As time went by, more and more people would come and go, but she didn't mind much. If Emporio had welcomed them in, then they couldn't be bad people.
"Woah! I almost didn't notice that cat!" Ermes exclaimed in excitement, as she pointed toward her. She didn't even bother looking, just sitting there in contentment, enjoying the safety and basking in the knowledge that her kittens were protected.
"Yeah! It's cute, does it have a name?" Jolyne asked, her full attention on the cat now.
"I never gave her one, but she lives here with me. One day, she just appeared with her kittens, and she never left." Emporio's gentle voice could be heard, and the sound made her stand up and approach him, rubbing her side onto his leg while purring softly.
"Woah, she seems to like you a lot. Can I pet her too?" Ermes crouched down, encouraging the cat to come closer. She hesitated, smelling Ermes' hand before she determined that she was good.
As she rubbed her little face into the human's hand, the loud and satisfied laughter of Ermes rang through the air, making Jolyne sigh in defeat.
"Man, you're lucky. She seems so sweet." Jolyne said as she leaned down too, trying to steal the attention away from Ermes, something she was successful in as the cat did the same sniff then rub action she had done on Ermes, making Jolyne emit a quiet giggle.
"She keeps me company, but she's special. She has these powers that tickles my hand when I touch her." Emporio said, pointing towards his hand. Right on queue, the female cat sent a ripple of electricity through Jolyne's hand, making her draw her hand back in shock.
"Wha-! She just did it!" Jolyne's eyes were wide in shock, but glinting with something that resembled awe.
"Hey! Do me too, cat!" Ermes loudly followed, once again urging the cat towards her. And as the cat sent the same electric feel through Ermes' hand, she too drew back her hand and started to laugh.
"You're something else. Say, you're not some super cat are you?" Jolyne asked, making the cat meow loudly as if agreeing.
The sound made the two women look at each other in a mix of wonder and amazement, as they both made a sound of marvellous exhilaration.
"You know what? I think you'll fit right in with us!" Ermes pointed out, as she pet the cat again.
And just like that, she and her kittens became a constant in their day to day life, always getting little pets and being brought food and snacks, constantly loved and attended to.
I have one for you and Iām sorry in advanced š but how about a Bucci gang and/or La Squadra x child! Reader who sacrifices themselves for them in a similar way that Isha did for jinx (Iām so sorry š still makes me sad to this day)
Iām not gonna lie Iām still to this day in fact NOT over Arcane.
This was so incredibly sad to write, Isha and Jinx's relationship was the best. I did have to take several breaks because I kept remembering ;~;
Still I'm so happy about this ask, and I really hope you enjoy this āØš«¶
Warnings: Explosions, a child's death, platonic, child reader, pure angst.
Bucciarati's gang
You were the sunshine in a world that didn't need to involve children, but judging by how almost every one of them had joined Passione as literal children themselves, Bruno more than understood your situation and took you in.
They were sentimental whenever you would get scared, this world being a tad bit too violent even for most grown men. They were nice to you, and that's all that mattered to your little head.
A smart kid like you had found a way to snake their way into their hearts, and they protected you like you were family.
The moment the fight turned sideways, you saw the defeated looks in everyone's eyes. At that exact moment, you knew exactly what to do.
You didn't even give them time to properly understand the weight of your decision, but the determination you felt was unmistakable. You were ready. This was your time.
As you ran past them, the panic in them started to rapidly flare.
"NOOOOO!!" You heard Abbacchio, the stoic and cold man who had come to love you like you were his blood.
"STOOOP!" You had never heard Bruno this distressed, it really wasn't like him.
"DON'T YOU DARE-!" Mista's voice was undeniable, but the fear in his voice tugged at your heartstrings.
You loved your family, you really did. But you knew deep down, this had to be done.
Giorno ran for you, but the ground underneath him split as he did, making him fall and just narrowly missing your little arm.
It was funny, really. All the members who were usually so unserious, - except for a couple few - looked at you like the universe betrayed them. You wanted them to remember you the way you remembered them, and this dramatic and fairly spectacular sacrifice you made just to save them from their own deaths, was the perfect way you could ensure your place in their hearts.
Turning around, you gave them one last look, before you smiled at them, your last goodbye hanging in the air as you disappeared, taking the enemy with you as a last resort.
The battlefield was quiet, no one bothered to move or even say anything, until Narancia's cries could be heard.
"We can still save them! They have to be alive!" Narancia panicked, his arms burning from the weight of stones he turned, trying to find your tiny body.
Fugo put a hand on Narancia's shoulder, his eyes dark with grief and wet with tears, the knowledge of your imminent death hanging on his tongue.
"Stop it, Narancia." Was all he managed to say, every other word failing him in this moment.
Giorno was quiet, he couldn't find it in himself to accept what had just happened, but knew deep inside that this was exactly what you wanted. You needed them safe, needed them alive, even at the expense of your own life.
Trish couldn't believe it, she couldn't stop blinking, hoping to god this was all but a cruel nightmare.
Bruno was destroyed, his head hung low as he tried to gather himself, but to no avail. This world was cruel, but he never imagined one of his kin to take the blast for him.
"Their sacrifice... will not be in vail. We have to finish this." He finally said, but no one had the strength to answer.
The days that followed were hellish, depression was right around the corner for each and every member.
Your funeral was as nice as they could make it, and although tears streamed for you, the strength and courage you had, flowed through them like resolve.
You became a pillar of hope, a constant thought in their days and the loveliest memory they had.
La Squadra
None of these men had ever thought a little brat like you could be so... refreshing.
Life with you was a little bit more bearable for these miserable fools.
When they had first met you, they wanted to abandon you if they had to be honest. But your little smile and eyes that shone like the world wasn't such a cruel place, made their icy hearts melt more and more as each day went by.
It was actually Risotto's decision to take you in, but even through his cold eyes you saw a protectiveness he never fully showed otherwise.
The cruelty of Passione was laid on you immediately. If you had to survive in their world, they had to be sure you were worth the effort. When they saw how good you were at surviving in a gang, their hearts swelled both with pride and hurt.
Most of them were hurt a child like you even knew the skills to live like them, but it only meant one thing: You would be protected more than the king of England himself.
Your mind was quick and sharp, you saw the ending before even Prosciutto and Risotto had. But there was one thing they didn't assess, one little silver lining that would change everything.
You took the bomb meant for solely the enemy, and sprinted forward. As you ran past them, Ghiaccio and Formaggio froze. Surely you weren't going to die this easily, surely your clever little brain had found a loophole these grown men had somehow overseen.
But your expression held determination, and your body was reckless with a knowing aura.
Pesci and Melone were confused, until Illuso's jarring scream shot through the air.
"COME BACK!" the demand was ignored as you positioned yourself under the enemy, the grenade almost falling, seemingly too big for such little hands. The image was cruel, the closest thing to a nightmare they could possibly describe.
You looked at them one last time, your eyes shining and your lips forming a sentence they couldn't make out, mostly out of denial.
"No." Risotto's voice failed him, the only syllable that managed to form being way too quiet and uncertain for what you were used to. You almost laughed, seeing the man that was determined to raise you so unusually stiff.
As you pulled the pin, the loud bang that came with the explosion being the pinnacle of their grief. They knew exactly what had just happened, even if they were still in denial.
Formaggio looked shocked before his expression shifted to anger. How could you do this?
Illuso dropped to his knees, while Melone stood frozen like a statue.
Pesci's guttural scream was inevitably the last thing anyone needed right now, the grief insanely and absolutely rushing through the bodies of those who had sworn your protection.
Prosciutto was the first to move, his hands cradling whatever was left of your body after the explosion. Ghiaccio walked over, his mind split into two different possibilities: Either this was a nightmare, or someone would have to die for the responsibility of your death.
This was the kind of pain that would linger for the rest of their lives, and there was so salvation for them in the end.
They were determined to keep your memory intact, even if it meant obliterating the enemy group that had caused your destruction.
But nothing felt the same, and eventually your name was never uttered again, the pain too sharp and the memory too vivid.
I saw you felt a bit under the weather, i hope you feel better soon. Take all the time you need.
šš
Hello dear š, thank you so much! I took down the post in case it made anyone uncomfortable, but I have been feeling pretty under the weather š„¹š«¶ Iām starting to get better, so thatās a huge plus š„° it did set me back a bit especially with my studies ;~;
But donāt think I havenāt seen your request! I will 10000% write it, and thank you again for your kind words as always āØā¤ļø
As always, please take good care and be well ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøāØāØ
i absolutely loved the prosciutto post, it was written exactly how i imagined it!
canāt wait to read more of your work <3 i hope youāve been having a lovely week!
Hello sweet š! Iām so glad to hear that you liked it, it means a whole lot to me š„¹š«¶
Iām trying my best to tackle writing fanfics while still studying, and it can get quite challenging but I still enjoy it very much! Luckily I enjoy both writing for this blog and for my studies so all is well!
I hope you have the best day every day, and please take care š«¶āØ
Can I request Bruno x reader who's like super unfiltered and kinda trashy? Like dresses all 2000s and provocatively, cusses, blasts music like Ayesha Erotica, makes innuendo jokes a lot, and is just raunchy but with a heart of gold? I think the dynamic would be so funny considering how like "formal" Bruno is :3
AAAHHH YEEEESS BTCH I GOTCHU!! Personally, this is one of my favorite prompts with Bruno, it's so perfect somehow ;3
This was very fun to write, and if you want anything changed please let me know āØāØ
This is a bit NSFW in the language department š«¶
Anyone who saw you and Bruno knew instantly of the rather strange dynamic between you. Bruno was so professional and formal, while you... were not.
It was like staring at a paradox, a wild and almost unexplainable one at that. Everyone had thought maybe, just maybe he would go for someone who had as much if not more class than him. But they had never gotten around to ask so what would they know.
He never forgot the moment he saw you for the first time, your fashion style clashing with his. He was intrigued to say the least, but he definitely wasn't put off. He liked your ability to show the world just exactly who you were.
Although you bickered with his gang members, you started to fit in quite easily, and quickly at that. You cared for them more than you were able to say, and it showed through cracks of kindness you would sometimes elicit.
Trish was looking at the piece of cake you were eating? You shoved half of it her way, wordlessly giving him what she was afraid to ask for.
Narancia was having trouble with his math equations? You would sit down and help him, with the patience of a saint - although you were cussing under your breath the entire time.
These small acts of kindness was ultimately the factor that lead his heart to beat just that much faster when he observed you.
As he got to know you, he had instantly caught on to the fact that your choice of words could be rather unorthodox. He had to admit, the first few times you had spoken directly to him, he was caught very off guard. But Bruno wasn't the type to back down, and he surely wasn't the type to leave a lady hanging, so he chose to always respond.
He couldn't bring himself to answer with provocativeness, his respectful nature catching his tongue every time, hiding the exact meaning of his words carefully.
At first, when the gang saw how you interacted with their leader, they were quite shocked to say the least, but when they realized that this was just the way you were, they chilled down a bit.
Somehow, you and Bruno fit very well together, too well for someone of his nature actually.
He was never ashamed of his words, and he was certainly not the type to dull you and your personality either. He hadn't the heart to tell you to stop, not that he ever wanted you to.
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Lounging in the common room of the house Bruno had rented for a few nights, the group sat and enjoyed each others companies. Sometimes, an argument or two would erupt, but it wasn't uncommon, and was fairly expected at this point.
The sound of music blasted through your phone speakers as you entered the space, announcing your presence in a way everyone was used to at this point. A few heads turned, but most didn't even bother.
Mista, who was no longer interested in his gun at the sight of you, decided to tease you a bit. "Woah, that outfit just screams." He was referring to your crop top that showed a little too much underboob for the regular person's taste, and your low waisted denim pants that hung low enough for the string of your panties to shine through.
You paused your music, and proceeded. "Screams what?" You looked at him confused, your own eyes scanning his fit, looking for ammunition you could use against him if he were to insult yours.
"I dunno, it just screams." He chuckled along with Abbacchio, who somehow found this conversation entertaining.
"Oh shut your fucking trap, Mista. We all know you're just trying to project your small dick energy. Which reminds me, when did you last get laid? You seem rather tense and your eyes have been wandering where they shouldn't." You quickly retaliated, flipping him off in the meantime.
Although he was used to your nasty mouty, it still diminished his sanity every time you said something like that.
"Come on, I was just messing with you. You think I was serious?"
"I think you picked the wrong battle, bitch."
Mista groaned, but couldn't stop himself from laughing at your antics while Abbacchio continued to chuckle, clearly enjoying this.
"Oh, you want some too Abba? Hit me, but not too hard or else I'll start to enjoy it." You winked while blowing a playful kiss, clearly ready for another round of verbal assault.
At this exact moment, Bruno walked in, and judging by the expression he wore he had heard it all. He walked over towards where you stood in the kitchen, and gently placed a warm hand on your waist as he approached.
"You've quite a mouth, sweetheart. Just make sure to keep their dignity up." Bruno said as he smirked at you, knowing you already had something to answer with.
Bruno had this weird ability to adapt quickly, and adapt he did. He always somehow levelled with your words, while hiding his real intensions behind his eyes.
Your eyes softened impossibly as they landed on his deep blue ones, something he never missed. Reveling into his touch, your body leaned closer to his before opening your mouth.
"Oh? Is that interest I hear? Don't be shy, you know my mouth is always ready for you, big boy." Your wink was exaggerated, made to make him crumble under your intense stare.
The low sound of Bruno's chuckle hit you hard, almost like it was aimed right at your chest. The one thing Bruno loved about every person, was how their individually always shone brighter than their outward appearance, and if he had to compare your shine to anything, he'd compare it to the sun.
The intensity of you had always drawn him in, but what made him fall impossibly in love was how your heart outshone your sharp tongue. He saw it in the way your eyes would linger on a person you cared about, even after hitting them with the nastiest sentence you could think of, as if assessing whether or not you actually hit a nerve.
"You know my interest is always on you, cara." His pupils widened as he said this, but his eyes never left yours.
"Oh I bet it is. Next you're gonna say just how romantic it is when my underboob touches your chest, right?" You continued, leaning in just a bit more as the warmth of your exposed midriff hit his senses. You drove him crazy in a way no one else had quite done before, and he lived for it. Still, he kept his composure, his professionalism shining through like resolve.
His fingers on your waist tightened just slightly, and you knew right then and there you'd hit something raw.
"I think you know exactly what I find romantic, amore." He said, hiding exactly what he was originally going to respond with. It was his turn to wink, and the action sent a shiver of electricity down your spine.
Anyone who was still listening would've definitely turned their heads away now, the words the two of you spoke seeming a little too private.
You leaned back, the intensity catching you were you stood, making you elicit a deep sigh in satisfaction.
"Shit. You're a wet dream, Bruno. You could make anyone fall with that voice of yours."
The chuckle that escaped him this time wasn't as intense, but he didn't let it hang for long as he gathered himself, his more formal voice beginning to set as he started to speak to the whole gang about the next mission.
Somehow you felt extremely attracted to his ability to be composed even after your small back and forths, but what really caught the strings of your heart was how his eyes would linger on your form for just a second too long.
As you sat there, intently listening to the voice of your Capo, - and not the actual words themselves, - Bruno realized how you hadn't been listening at all.
He coughed once, catching your attention again.
"Did you get that, Y/n?" The way he looked at you like he wanted to scold you pulled you back to reality.
"Oh she got it alright. She got it bad." Mista said, as Narancia gave him a very much unnecessary high five.
"Miiistaaa don't remind me how much of a pain in the ass you can be, it'll ruin my fuckin' coffee." You groaned his name, making even Bruno's eyebrow arch.
"You can't blame him for that one, he's just trying to help your little situationship." Abbacchio chimed in, trying to cool down the situation.
"Whatever you say, big dick Joe. I can't exactly please everyone, can I?" You sighed, leaning back.
But the moment your eyes landed on Bruno's, you saw the amusement that was very much evident. And you knew that no matter what you said, he would never stray far enough for you to lose your shit.
hii!! iāve lowkey just been lurking on your blog and reading but i love your writing style and wanted to request a prosciutto x femdom!la squadra!reader šš
doesnāt have to be necessarily nsfw(iām not rly comfortable with that lowkš) just some hcs and imagines if thatās ok! tyyy!
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Hello there! Thank you so much for the kind words š«¶I donāt really write nsfw since Iām not too comfortable either so this is so fine :3 āļø
I hope you like this, and if you need anything changed please feel free to tell me!! āØāØāØ
The very first time you saw Prosciutto, you instantly knew you were intrigued by him. And by his reaction when you'd winked playfully at him, you knew the feeling was mutual.
Right off the bat, you sat some boundaries with the group you were adamant they follow, and even though most of them weren't amused by your attitude, they still followed said boundaries, mostly out of fear.
At first, he found you annoying, deeming your butting heads to be a waste of time. He is a very proud individual, therefore he already determined you weren't worth his time.
After getting to know you, he found himself enjoying your company more than he'd like to admit, and the intensity behind your words made his heart skip a beat every time. He started to admire you for it, slowly falling in the process.
Your confidence to him was intoxicating, and your feminine assertiveness was gold in his eyes. Your were everything he didn't know he looked for in a woman, and he was instantly hooked on the way you would look at him like you were assessing his worth. God was he addicted.
The first time he tried the waters with a simple compliment, you had simply said "Good. You should notice these things about me, sugar." and he was floored.
Dating you felt more like second nature than he'd expected it would, but the process of adapting to that rhythm in your relationship was like a weird roller coaster to him.
There were ups and downs, as he had always been used to being the one in charge, and almost wasn't ready to give that up. But he let you into his heart, and you broke down his walls with just a single stare. God was he glad you did.
The cons would include: bickering, arguments back and forth of who was in control, him being unamused when you were being stubborn and him trying to level with you in a way you absolutely hated.
Pros are: his respect for your discipline, unwavering loyalty, extreme honesty - that sometimes led to a con, - and most of all his pride in having such a competent girlfriend.
You were exhilarating to say the least, your ability to make his heart pump faster put him in quite the predicament. It tickled his brain in a way nothing else quite had.
This man could not keep his hands off of you, so much so you would often have to put him in his place when his hand lingered on your waist for too long.
You were sitting on the couch next to him, when his arm once again snaked around your back, landing on your waist. You swiftly moved in front of him, grabbing his face between your thumb and your fingers. "What do you think you're doing, Prosciutto." It wasn't a question, and it caught him off guard. "You sweet thing, thinking you can just do whatever you want with me." You chuckled, gently patting his cheek as if to show your amusement at his attempt. You were absolutely driving him crazy.
Your opinion mattered to him more than his own, and you were thrilled by this. You enjoyed it a little too much when he would state an assessment, only to scan the room, searching for approval in your eyes as they locked with his.
He hadn't expected to fall so hard for you, and when he ultimately told you how much he had come to care for you, all you said was an almost dismissive "I know, try to keep up babe." and he instantly knew he had you were he wanted you.
You would often wait for him in his office, sitting idly on his desk. Every time he saw this, his cheeks would start to heat up involuntarily, something he had come to terms with would happen more often than heād like.
He approached you were you sat, on his desk in front of his chair. "Sit." You all but demanded, and he did so without questioning you. You didn't say anything, only watching him in awe of his unwavering obedience. You nudged the chair closer to yourself, pulling it with your foot and looked him dead in the eyes. "You look so pretty, waiting for my word all patiently."
When you called him "pretty", "adorable" or even "good" as praise when he did good, he would melt internally, his mind a scrambling mess left to linger in your sweet voice. But outwardly? He would scoff at it and show irritation, all of which you knew was at least half fake.
You often praised him for your own satisfaction, never actually taking it so far as to display it openly on purpose, allowing him to keep his image intact to some degree. But you weren't the type to hide this either, so whoever heard just had to deal with their feelings on the matter.
If he did something you didn't approve of? You'd discipline him by giving him the cold shoulder, something he absolutely couldn't stand. You had inadvertently trained him to expect your approval - and not the other way around, - so when you ignored him, it felt like the floor was crumbling beneath him.
He had messed up, he knew he had as soon as you scoffed at him and proceeded to turn away from him. His heart dropped as soon as you did, and he needed to regain your attention. Against his better judgement, he started: "Please don't be mad, I'll be good, I swear." He almost begged. You considered it for a while, until you turned around and gently petted his chest. "Good. Don't be so stupid again." As soon as you said this, he could've sworn he heard angels sing.
If someone ever insulted him, you would be the first to defend him. You knew he could fly off the handle pretty easily, and you wanted to offer him a safe space within your arms, somewhere he could revel in your emotional stability. After all, who better to take care of him than you?
Although you already knew his answer, you still sat him down one time to ask him how he felt about your relationship. If he was uncomfortable, you needed to know.
"Prosciutto. Come sit with me dear." He did as you said, and looked at you with that look he often gave you, the one you loved the most.
"Love, what do you think of me?" Your words came out like silk, all while he melted in the way your hand softly caressed his. Was this a test? No, you wouldn't be so cruel.
"You're wonderful. I know I can be a pain sometimes and that we have our occasional differences, but you're everything to me." His words pleased you beyond compare, but you had to wash away any and all doubt.
"You don't think me as cruel, do you?" He looked confused, and you already had your answer at that. You still allowed him to answer. "Not at all, I think you're exactly what I need."
And you knew he was right. He enjoyed having a partner who could challenge him, and enjoyed it even more when you called him out on things. You were the only one who could, after all.
I loved your writing as always!! Thank you šš
I read the ask and my spelling was absolutely abysmal, you can notice i was very tired š¤£
Hello my sweet š Iām so happy you liked it, it always makes my day hearing this š„¹š«¶
Oh and donāt you worry about spelling errors, we all make mistakes šāāļø To be honest Iām the type to think about spelling mistakes a lot when I find some on already posted works, so I totally get where youāre coming from but I PROMISE youāre absolutely good š«¶ā¤ļø
Donāt forget to get some good rest, and take small breaks every once in a while. School can be stressful and take over oneās everyday life very easily so please remember to just take some time off to focus on yourself too! And stay hydrated š¤
Firstly, how have you been š Hope you alright. Personality school has been turning me inside out, my goodness. I'll get through it, but it is nice to complain once in a while. Maybe im just in the mood for a bit of fluff regarding Jofoes and their standsš«¶
I was thinking a senario like S/o that has a routine to kiss both Jofoes and their stands when they arrive home. The stands coming out when their not being called upon, just to get a kiss, following or sulking when they dont as if the mere thought of S/O forgetting was unexeptable to them. I think their users would be embarrassed by the needinessš¤£
If you want to change the ask you can, i cant say its a complete thought so i wouldn't mind.šš
Hello my lovely š anon, Iāve missed you :3
I'm just fine thank you š«¶ School is tough, but I'm having so much fun at the moment learning about the laws for wills and inheritances!!
Complaining always helps me, especially when someone else has to hear it. Somehow it gets the stress out š„¹
I hope you like this, and as always thank you for your request! āØāļø
Characters: DIO, Yoshikage Kira, Diavolo & Pucci
DIO
Your habit of kissing him just as he came home, made him feel softer than he'd ever want to admit out loud. The domesticity and warmth of such a simple action is something he didn't know he'd love so much, but here he is, loving it all the same.
At first, when he saw your lips puckering, pointed directly at him just after arriving back to his mansion, he was confused and honestly a little annoyed. Were you so bold as to demand something from him?
But as time went on, and you kept doing it, he realized that maybe it wasn't the worst you could ask for, and he started to enjoy it, and even began to expect it.
He came home, exhausted and irritable until he saw you. He leaned down to kiss you, just as he always did now. The sound of a quiet smack that followed your kiss instantly satisfied him beyond words, his shoulders dropping just an inch.
The satisfaction hit you too, but as Dio started to walk away with a quiet hum, Dio's stand, The World, manifested next to his user. Dio hadn't seemed to notice, especially because it bent down, mimicking its users actions just seconds before.
The World's lips puckered, clearly expecting a kiss as well.
The action caught you so off guard, you couldn't help but giggle as it patiently waited for its kiss as well.
Your hands framed The World's face, and the sound of a second kiss made Dio second guess his own imagination. Did you just...?
He turned around, and instantly began to panic internally. How could this happen? He called the stand back immediately, a not so amused look spreading across his features.
"Huh? Where'd he go?" You looked around a little confused. You thought he wanted this.
Dio was quick to brush it off, a little exasperated. "That's none of your business, doll." He said as he lightly petted your hair, but he had to admit, he didn't hate it at all.
Kira
He found your small habit of kissing him welcome to your shared home sweet, but what he found sweeter was that you insisted his stand get one too.
It always felt immensely good to arrive home, knowing someone was there waiting for him, ready to give him the best kiss they could muster up.
The very first time you looked at him - seemingly waiting - after giving him said kiss, he thought maybe he kissed you wrong. Pergaps you had felt it to be less than satisfying, and he swiftly leaned to correct his mistake. But then you shook your head.
āWhatās wrong, love?ā He had asked, a mix of confusion and concern laced in his voice.
āKiller Queen. He deserves one too.ā The seriousness in your voice almost startled him, and the look in your eyes cemented your sincerity.
He almost chuckled, but decided against it and called out his stand instead.
You smiled in victory, and gently crept in to his standās vicinity, and gave it a tender smooch.
He hadnāt expected to like the feeling this much, and he certainly hadnāt experienced such a pang to go through his body as clearly as it had right then and there.
And god was he addicted.
Now every time he arrived home, he unconsciously manifested his stand so you could give it the same kiss you insisted on giving him.
And he couldnāt love it any less, especially because you seemed to enjoy it more than he did.
One time, you decided to āforgetā to give Killer Queen a kiss, just to see its reaction. Curiosity felt like less of a victory though, because it wasnāt as composed as its user usually radiated with.
Instead, Killer Queenās arms started to thrash in panic, its neediness shining through like a beam.
āIs heā¦ no. What?ā Your thoughts rang in your ears, and the pure feeling of guilt was placed where wonder once had been.
The involuntary demanding flail his stand had showcased, made Kira want to be set on fire. God he was embarrassed, he definitely didnāt need you to see this.
You quickly kissed it, correcting your āmistakeā as Kira looked on horrified. You never forgot again.
Diavolo
He arrived home, tired and exhausted from whatever heād been doing. You never questioned what he had been up to, not that he was gonna tell you anyway, knowing how dangerous his line of work could be.
You saw the exhaustion immediately, and when you approached him as he leaned down for your usual kiss, you held him there for longer than usual, just to show him how much you appreciated him and the things he did so you could stay safe.
When you leaned back, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know: he was more than happy to have you here at home, where he could relax in your presence.
As he turned around to hang his jacket, he started to mumble about being hungry, until it was cut short from the sound of a second smack of lips, freezing him where he stood.
He turned around, just to see his stand being held the same way he was just seconds before him.
āWhat are you doing?ā He asked wearing a slight smirk, clearly amused by your actions.
āHe appeared out of nowhere, I guess he needed some well deserved love too.ā The way you smiled after saying that made his ears turn red, embarrassment creeping up on his face, caused by the neediness of his own stand.
āWell, if it means I get double the love, I will not complain.ā He tried his hardest to hide the humiliation in him, failing miserably at doing so.
āOh donāt be so embarrassed, you know you can always get a kiss from me.ā
And he knew you meant it, with every ounce of your very being. He leaned down to capture your lips once more, grasping at the opportunity presented in front of him.
āI know, amore mio. I know.ā
Pucci
You had always welcomed him home with a kiss, and somewhere along the line, you had started to give his stand a kiss as well.
It was the new norm for you for longer than he could recall, and it was one of his favorite moments of his day, next after getting to wake up next to you.
One day, he arrived home to the wonderful smell of fresh baked bread. You had clearly been baking, and the aroma made his mouth water involuntarily.
You hurried next to him, to give him your usual āwelcome homeā kiss, but you were in such a hurry you forgot to kiss his stand as well, before returning your attention on the bread that was obviously done.
His stand had already manifested next to him, and the way it didnāt get a kiss made it sadder than Enrico had anticipated.
As you pulled the bread out of the oven, you looked over to see a sad stand, and a very much disappointed Enrico. He was clearly feigning said disappointment, but you looked at him in confusion just the same.
āI think you forgot something.ā He said as he smirked, pointing towards his stand.
It hit you like a truck, and guilt washed over you in an instant.
You hurried over, almost tripping on the way because of your haste.
āOh Iām so sorry! Please donāt be so sad.ā You said as you peppered small kisses all over Whitesnakeās face, holding its head firmly but tenderly between your hands.
Your actions made Enrico burst in giggles, evidently sensing the ticklish feel of your kisses on his stand.
āI swear I wonāt forget again!ā And you meant it, because now every day, you kissed his stand before even getting to kiss your boyfriend.
