CW : 18+ MDNI; ALL THESE VIDEOS CONTAIN EXPLICIT VISUAL SEXUAL CONTENT. all of these are for fem!reader
All the characters are of legal age. English is not my first language, so there may be typos.
!¡ Links in the stars !¡
𝓙osuke 𝓗igashikata
★ Cute panties turn him on.
★ It's mesmerizing to watch his cock go in and out of your tight hole.
★ Josuke is fucking you in your moving police car because he's a pervert and can't wait until you get home.
★ Josuke is very gentle even when he fucks you quickly.
★ A gentle worshipper of breasts.
𝓞kuyasu 𝓝ijimura
★ He whimpers so much while you're sucking him.
★ Wet kisses and wetting the fingers too.
★ You tease him with those cute heart-patterned pajamas.
★ He can't resist you wearing uniform skirts.
★ Did I already tell you that he's obsessed with your butt?
𝓙otaro 𝓚ujo
★ He doesn't care if you're in his office, keep your legs open and stop provoking him.
★ Jotaro puts you on the table and fucks you sweetly.
★ Do you think you'll get in?
★ Sorry, but he can't wait until you arrive in Morioh.
★ A little fun at the beach.
𝓡ohan 𝓚ishibe
★ Rohan has a sharp tongue. Make sure that's the best use it can be made of it.
★ Taking a break from the long drawing period of Rohan so you can assemble it. The only interruption that doesn't leave him fuming with rage.
★ You know, a manga artist has skillful hands and fingers. Even more so Rohan, someone so professional.
★ Rohan is a lazy jerk, so he lets you do all the work while he watches you jumping on him.
★ The most beautiful work of art he ever made.
𝒴uya 𝓕ungami
★ Hold your legs open as he watches your perfect breasts bounce with each thrust.
★ He plunged his cock down her throat.
★ It's lovely how you tremble when you mount him in the face.
★ He'll grab your hair and show you who's in charge.
★ Move your butt or you'll get a spanking.
𝒦eichō 𝒩ijimura
★ Keichō has big hands to grab your nice butt.
★ He wants to crush you.
★ He impales you so well from behind, teasing your little hole.
★ Lying lazily
★ He fucks you gently.
𝒴oshikage 𝒦ira
★ You and Kira are in perfect balance. He loves hands and you love his feet.
★ Kira can be a bit eccentric at times. Sometimes putting you in uncomfortable positions.
★ Kira always has to be in control.
★ As a true connoisseur of hands, he knows how to use his.
★ He holds your hands and fucks you from behind.
Phew! I finally managed to publish this chapter, I'm sorry for the delay, seriously, I didn't intend to take so long but I've been busy. I feel it's somewhat incomplete because some characters are missing; I can make a sequel if you want, adding Mikitaka, Yukako, Reimi, Tonio and others. (I really, REALLY want to add Mikitaka) I wanted to add those other characters, but I've already taken so long to release them that I thought it was better not to add them and not keep you waiting. Sorry to Koichi's fans, I really can't picture him in situations like that, the same goes for Rohan, but I managed to extract something different from him than from Koichi.
My apologies for the long text! Thanks for reading, kisses my little bats!^^
hello!! i’ve seen your post and writing i love it, can i request where the reader sits on the stardust crusaders lap because there is no space in the car?
⋆.𐙚 ̊ "Theres no space?!"
Pairing: sdc x reader
Content: In which theres no space in the car and your forced to sit in their lap !
Joseph⸝⸝
- He’s already complaining about his old bones as soon as you sit down.
- Because he is naturally so loud, nearly the whole ride you just hear him talking in your ear, which sounds less like his inside voice and more like his outside voice.
- He doesn't even know where to put his arms or anything, so most of the ride they’re just resting in this awkward position because he literally doesn't even know where else to put them.
- Surprisingly, he doesn't even seem all that phased by the situation; he’s kind of just like, “Oh my god, okay," and then he just sits down.
- He is also quite comfortable with you on his lap, despite the crammed car.
Avdol⸝⸝
- Avdol is more than a gentleman, so when they mention that the car seems a bit too small and you'll have to sit on his lap, he just accepts it.
- The whole ride he's asking you if you're okay or if you're uncomfortable with him resting his hands on your waist, since there doesn't seem to be much space in the car, considering that there are five buff men packed into one tiny car, like sardines in a can.
- We all know that Joseph's driving is almost enough to kill everyone in the car, so he just tries his best to keep you from sliding around.
- He keeps it more calm and composed despite the fact that you two are so close.
- He's lowkey just chilling, so between the two of you, the vibe is quite peaceful and calm.
- He also talks quietly enough so that he's not too loud in your ear, unlike Joseph.
Jotaro⸝⸝
- In response to this whole ordeal, he just pulls his hat lower against his face and tries not to think about the fact that he’ll have a whole person in his lap for the whole ride.
- He just tends to look out the window the whole ride, but to be fair, he can't really look forward since you're in his lap.
- He keeps his hand on you, protecting you from moving around despite the bumpy roads, and he keeps it there the whole time. He doesn't move his hand or anything; it's just there, firm and tight against your hip.
- He doesn't even move the whole ride; he's as stiff as a board. You're not sure if it's because he's scared to move even an inch or just because he wants to make a better surface for you to sit on.
- He does even mind the situation all that much. He doesn't complain or huff and puff; he just accepts that this is how it's gonna be for a while, but of course he does say his famous “good grief” line, but it's not because he's annoyed, but because that's just what he says to everything.
Kakyoin ⸝⸝
- He just offers himself to be sat on because he's just a gentleman like that.
- The whole ride you can just feel his muscles tense with every bump in the road as he tries his best to stop you from going flying across the car, knowing how the old man drives.
- His grip is a lot more gentle, as he tries to keep you steady, making sure that you feel comfortable in the position you're sitting in.
- To ease the awkwardness of the ride, he’ll pull out something to keep the both of you entertained as he rests his chin against your shoulder.
- He's honestly flustered the whole time, but he tries his best to hide just how flustered he is.
Polnareff⸝⸝
- Somehow he treats this opportunity as an honor even if it is just a car ride for at least an hour.
- He's constantly moving and shifting around the whole time, whether it's because he's uncomfortable with the way he's sitting or because he just can't help it.
- He talks your ear off the whole time. And I mean the whole time. He's just yapping about different topics or just a recap on the journey that you've done so far.
- He does make sure that he keeps you steady against the bumps and turns of the roads, his hands pressed gently against your waist.
- He's really just full-on flirting, resting his chin on your shoulder to “get a better look at the outside," or he’ll just make smug remarks that show just how much he's enjoying his little incident, and deep down he just hopes it'll happen again.
Heyyyy. If you're still accepting requests, i would like to request a part 3 jotaro x fem reader.
Where they've been friends long before the stardust crusader events. And he's been trying to confess his feelings to her, but she's high key dense to any gestures he does.
And so he tried to do it through Star Platinum to her stand. Since it may be easier as technically, their emotions are synced. But her stand is even denser towards any affections star platinum may throw at her.
Mother like daughter. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree 😭😭
Jotaro Kujo x an oblivious Reader and Stand 💕
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summary -> jotaro cannot show feelings for the life of him, and so he resorts to using star platinum. however, your stand is just as oblivious as you.
characters -> jotaro kujo, fem!reader.
rating -> SFW.
notes -> guys i’m so sick rn so im sorry if this is bad☹️but i actually love jotaro he’s so pathetic with emotions to the point where he’s just adorable. i hope you enjoy this was such a cute idea!
wc -> 950.
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you and jotaro had been close friends since childhood; him being the quiet, stoic boy who got into fights for ‘no reason’, and you being the only friend who never pried too hard about it. you’re one of the few people he can get to fully relax, even if this did just consist of him walking home with you in comfortable silence. however, although he’ll never admit it straight up, your warm and comfortable demeanour caused him to fall more and more in love with you every day.
even when he was procrastinating telling you how he really feels, he’d still walk home with you in silence, followed by a gruff “it’s cold,” or “it’s late,” every now and then. you always assumed that he just worried too much, never realising this was jotaro’s version of romantic devotion.
by the time the crusaders began, jotaro’s silent feelings had been simmering for years. but, every single time he tries to say something genuine, it comes out as a curt “you’re so annoying”. you always laugh and take it as teasing, which never fails to drive him insane.
just a couple days into the mission, kakyoin asked why jotaro was in a constant state of sulking today, and he just muttered, “she said my hat looked stupid. again.”
“…and?” kakyoin questioned, not seeing the difference in your usual banter of choice.
“and i think she meant it.” jotaro huffed, but little did he know that you didn’t. you just thought that he looked cooler without it.
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eventually, jotaro decides that maybe star platinum could help. after all, if emotions are synced between the user and stand, maybe his stand could express what he couldn’t? unfortunately… your stand is just as oblivious as you are. if not, worse.
when star platinum tries to offer a gentle touch or a warm look towards you, your stand just tilts her head like, “is there a fight coming? why is he vibrating weirdly..?”
star platinum grows increasingly frustrated, he’d never gotten so blatantly ignored before, he’s use to being the centre of attention all the time. and so, he began mimicking soft gestures, picking flowers, and even trying to physically place one in her hand. however, your stand proceeds to throw it at him because she thought it was an attack test.
you gradually begin to notice that star platinum was constantly hovering closer to your stand, more than usual, causing your mind to overthink of the different possibilities.
“hey, is your stand trying to arm wrestle mine or something?” you ask jotaro one day.
his jaw instantly clenched tight, muttering, “yeah, something like that.”
later, star platinum lets out the most dramatic “oraa..” of despair and agony, and jotaro just sighs. “yeah, i know pal. her stand didn’t get it either.”
that night, polnareff saw you and jotaro with your stands standing together on the edge of a hill, overlooking the sunset. you and jotaro had a girthed gap between you two, but star platinum was evidently trying to hold your hand. polnareff could’ve sworn that he could feel jotaro’s frustration, muttering to joseph, “mon dieu! even his stand gets rejected!”
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possibly the most chalant movement made by both star platinum and jotaro himself was during a small fight against an enemy stand user, who turned out to be much more stronger than anticipated.
the enemy was only a young, short, thin man, and so you were more than confident to take him on. although, when he swung his fist towards you and you realised that you were in no position to dodge him, star platinum sprung into action to shield your stand without any hesitation. he took the full brunt of the hit, one that would’ve most definitely caused more damage to him than yourself, as he wasn’t fully prepared to fight and only just blocked the attack that landed directly where jotaro’s sensitive spot is.
once you’d finally taken down the enemy, you were instantly piled with guilt.
“jotaro, you’re injured because of me, why did you come and block that!” you panic, prodding him in the chest whilst trying to control your worry.
jotaro just shrugs, looking away from you with his hat tipped low. “yeah, well. guess star platinum cares about your stand.” he mumbles.
and then, it finally clicks. the first time you finally notice that something is off.
you freeze, your cheeks flushing crimson. “wait- do.. you-?” but your question was immediately cut off by his interruption.
deadpan, but pink-eared, he signs out, “took you long enough.”
you’re silenced, but don’t have a single feeling different than he does. in the background of the scene, your stand and star platinum exchange a victorious high-five before smothering each other.
after his confession, you tease him relentless about it. “so, you’ve been making your stand confess for you?” you giggle, finding it adorable at the same time.
“tsk. worked tho, didn’t it?” he always replies cockily.
despite jotaro’s gruff exterior, he grows softer with you through time. he brushes your hair and takes your makeup off when you’re tired, yet still murmurs ‘good grief’ whenever you make his heart race, even after all these years.
star platinum and your stand? practically inseparable. they’re the equivalent of holding hands 24/7, radiating disgustingly cute comments about each other despite not being able to physically speak, and overall just being the embodiment of your’s and jotaro’s feelings to eachother. however, sometimes it suffocates the pair of you, and you genuinely need to rip them off each other and back into yourselves.
PLS PLS PLS A FIC OF JOTARO X GIRLFRIEND! READER WHERE JOTARO HAS “CUTELY AGGRESION” WITH HER GF HE JUST FINDS HER SOO CUTEEE
cuteness aggression ft. jotaro
your routine every friday night was all the same, you never changed it. you kicked your shoes off, change into your most comfortable pajamas, and then doomscroll on your phone until your eyes give up and you fall into a deep slumber. the only difference this time around was your boyfriend coming home late at night. usually, he'd find you already asleep with your phone playing an annoying audio on repeat right beside you. he'd turn it off for you and would pull the covers over your head.
but he came home early. he failed to have mentioned this, considering the stunned expression on your face when you saw him walk through the entrance door. you weren't in your shared bedroom, instead, you were there pressed into the corner of the couch with a blanket draped over your body. you looked like you were hugging yourself with your phone barely peeking out from the covers. you turned your head to look at your tired boyfriend.
"welcome home," you smiled warmly, adjusting slightly. "want me to heat up dinner?"
he didn't say anything first. he dropped his bag at the foot of the couch, still making eye contact with you. you didn't question how he reached out for you and cupped your cheek, easing you in as you instinctively leaned in to his touch.
you were adorable. in everything that you did and it drove him crazy. he couldn't exactly put a finger as to why, it made him almost angry. anytime you looked at his direction, he felt his heart hammer out of his chest. your sweet voice calling out his name, how you were smaller compared to him.
he wasn't an aggressive man. not on a regular basis at least. maybe when he was a teenager, he had his temperamental moments. he was cold, distant, and always so defensive about himself. even when it came to the people that he cared about.
but now, that part of him had melted away and the older he got the more wiser he was. he considered you his other half and you allowed him to be himself and be vulnerable. and there was this excitement that you carried, like a burst of energy trapped into your body. and anytime it burst, he gushed on the inside and hugged you.
"later." he mumbled in response, making himself comfortable right next to you on the couch. you figured he wanted to cuddle, already shuffling under the blanket but he yanked the fabric off your lap and pulled you in close. you let out a shocked gasp, your hands immediately pressed on his chest to keep you steady.
"what's gotten into you??" you questioned with a nervous laugh. oh you were adorable. something as simple as him manhandling you for a tight hug made you tremble. he could feel your body responding to his touch. he was hesitant yet so forward and bold.
"stay still." he mumbled, the grip he had on your body was tight but not enough to hurt you. his strong forearms kept you locked and he dug his nose into the crook of your neck. he inhaled your scent, something sweet tickling at his nostrils mixed with your own musk that he loved so much.
he brought one hand up, his thumb and the rest of his digits digging into your cheeks as he gave you a squeeze that made your lips puckered. you whined in retaliation, your hands wrapped around his wrist and he simply lets out a sigh.
"so goddamn cute..." you heard him mutter. your body shivered in response, eyes barely open and you felt him lean in to give you a chaste kiss, before giving your cheeks a squeeze once again. without giving you a warning, he tilted his head and bit at your cheek which you pulled away and giggled.
"hey!" you warned, rubbing at your cheek and felt your heart swoon at the sight of your boyfriend smiling back at you. it was rare for jotaro to be this playful with you, let alone him even smiling. he was always tired and grim, not that you really minded, but it was a nice surprise at the very least. "it looked like you really wanted to eat me there for a second."
"not exactly," he shook his head. he cupped at the side of your cheek that wasn't bitten and ran his thumb along your cheekbone. he gazed into your eyes so lovingly and gave you one more kiss. "meet me in the bedroom."
"you're not hungry?" you blinked.
"no." another kiss into your lips, this one lasting much longer than the previous. and with that, he picked his bag up from the floor and made his way to your shared bedroom. leaving you in such a dazed state.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : sweet moments with your s/o & their stand!
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alcohol mentioned & slight suggestiveness in abbacchio’s (i got a lil bit carried away lmao)
𝐚/𝐧 : first time writing for jojo’s so i hope y’all like it! my friend proof read all of these and requests are also open! :)
𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐁.
✦ | The capo truly believes that if his stand wasn’t so well behaved, that it would’ve dragged you into the zipper dimension and kept you there so you could shower it with praise forever. He won’t allow that to happen though, so don’t worry. Bruno still finds it adorable when you praise his stand for good work, it almost feels like he’s receiving the praise himself.
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Tonight was a rare occasion, your beloved Bruno was able to be home for once. The past weeks had been full of countless missions that needed to be taken care of, and only he was trustworthy enough to be in charge of them. As frustrating as it was being away from home, he enjoyed the time he was able to spend with his little group. But, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. He was eager to see you and hold you in his arms again, to give you all the love you had been yearning for during those few weeks. Letters were simply not enough to express it.
As soon as he entered the front door to your home, he was met with a warm embrace; an embrace reminded him of the days when you were both young and newly in love. Childish, passionate, and so utterly infatuated. With a light chuckle, his arms snaked around your waist, whispering, “I’m home, bella.”
It didn’t take him long to acclimate back into the calm atmosphere your home exhibited, he was finally able to delve into the book he had been itching to read. As he did so, you decided to take on the duty of preparing dinner. He, of course, had offered to do it himself, but you insisted he needed to rest and relax. He couldn’t deny his fatigue, but he still felt guilty for having you do all the work yourself.
He wasn’t too far in his book before he heard soft humming coming from the kitchen followed by the occasionally clanging of pans. A soft smile spread across his face; these were the sounds of home he had been missing. He couldn’t help but look up from his book and into the archway that invited guests into your kitchen, catching a glimpse of the little dances or actions you would take to entertain yourself as items cooked on the burners. You were so sweet and he adored that about you, even simple, domestic moments like this one.
Without even realizing it, his stand had somehow been released during his lovesick staring. It had opened a portal to the zipper dimension and entered through the wall into your kitchen, right next to you as you stirred the pot of pasta. Its sudden appearance startled you, but only for a moment as it merely stood there and admired the cooking process. Sticky Fingers could be an odd one, but it was a useful and dependable stand and friend to have.
Soon, it was time to make the sauce for your pasta. After some rummaging through your fridge, there was no garlic to be found. You swore you purchased some at the store earlier that day, but you supposed you simply overlooked it. “Damnit, I forgot to grab garlic at the store.” You sighed.
Next to you, your husband’s stand immediately perked up; almost like this was the moment it had been waiting for. Quickly, it created an opening in the wall with one of its zippers and swiftly entered and closed the zipper. A few minutes went by, and then came back the stand. It seemed it had nothing, like it had just disappeared for no apparent reason, but then you noticed it was holding an item in its hand. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly what you had needed. A clove of garlic.
Your mouth shaped into an o, then slowly formed into a thankful grin. “Oh, thank you, Sticky Fingers.”
Before it returned to its user, you gave the stand a quick peck on the cheek. A simple way of giving it your thanks, “I swear, as kind as Bruno is, he doesn't give you enough praise.”
If stands could blush, Sticky Fingers was doing exactly that.
Having been listening to your conversations from his comfortable seat, Bruno released a quiet sigh, “Please tell me you paid for the clove.”
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𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀.
✦ | For a while, he thinks you're genuinely insane. You’re fawning over his stand, an extension of himself that can’t even properly communicate with you or talk to you. It can only rebroadcast the past events that Abbacchio asks it to, yet you still consistently shower it with praise when it replays the information he needs. He would never admit it, but he does find it endearing when you do so.
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Once again, Abbacchio was drowning his sorrows in liquor. This habit had begun to dissipate when his relationship with you began, but old habits do die hard. He found that it would happen more when you weren’t around; around to see how fucked up of a man he really was. He was never what you thought of him to be, at least, he didn’t see himself that way.
In your eyes, Leone Abbacchio was a stern, but caring man. He hid his true feelings with anger, hoping to avoid attachment and sentiment, but the people around him couldn’t help but get closer to him. Without even trying, he was a magnet to the teens in Bucciarati’s group; them seeing him as a figure to look up to. At times, he would even crack small smiles at them simply acting like normal teens. If brought up, he would only deny he ever did. But, you knew the truth.
Even with your constant worrying and check ups on him, his depression would never disappear. It wasn’t something that could be fixed, it simply was; and he knew that all too well. On nights when he did get rest, it would be interrupted by nightmares. Scenes of his days as a cop, money being shoved into his hand, the gunshots, and the blood of his partner on his hands would play over and over. Sometimes, it felt like Moody Blues was tormenting him in his dreams. He knew that wasn’t true, but that was what he wanted to believe.
That feeling was familiar as he sipped on his booze, sitting in loneliness at your dining table. He would drink and drink, believing it would make the pain go away, but it never did. He recalled a saying he was told as a child, “If you believe hard enough, your wish will come true.” Abbacchio never wished, but if he were ever able to muster one up, it would be to wish that you were home right now. Not to see him in the sad state he was in, but to deliver the affection you decided he was worthy of. Your kisses were like blessings and your words were like sugar, it almost felt he was being healed from just your presence alone. Maybe that was why he would replay your mornings with him, when he was his loneliest.
As he rewinded Moody Blues once again, the sound of keys entering the keyhole could be heard. Soon after, you gently opened the door with hands filled with bags of groceries. Your eyes traveled up to meet his gaze, then turned to catch the bottle in his hands. “I’m home, Leone.”
“Welcome back.” He muttered, his grip tightening on the bottle. A tell tale sign of his nervousness.
As you sat your bags of groceries on the table, you took notice of the double of yourself that stood behind you. The stand quickly turned back into its true form, giving you a welcoming nod. You gave it a peck on the cheek as it made staticky noises spout from its audio player. “Were you using Moody Blues to replay this morning, again?” You questioned as you took away the bottle of liquor.
This time, he didn’t utter a word. He only looked off into the distance, a part of him shameful of his actions. You never liked that he coped this way, but it was about the only way he knew how. But, instead of berating him, you gave him a sweet smile, cupping his cheek with the same gentleness you gave his stand. “You can just say you missed me, y’know?”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you right now.
“We can work more on helping you find a better coping outlet. I won’t have you do it alone, Leone.”
Before you could say anymore, Abbacchio took a loose hold on your wrist, pulling you down closer to his face. He stared into your widened eyes for a moment, then roughly pressed his lips onto yours. His hands soon wove their way into your hair, keeping you steady for an onslaught of kisses; each more passion filled than the last. His light purple lipstick had smeared, part of it now smudged on your face. He didn’t care.
You were in his embrace, you were home. The drunken wish he had made came true.
As he finally pulled away from you, he stared at the purple now present on your lips and the light red hue that rose to your cheeks. It almost made him fall in love with you again, almost. “Leone-”
He had shut you up with another kiss, with a quiet murmur, “I don’t deserve you…”
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𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐆.
✦ | Golden Experience shares the same adoration for you as its user does, often it grows flowers or plants for you as a thank you. However, it can be overwhelming at times. Sometimes, Giorno’s heart rate spikes when you do nice things for him, such as when you give him kisses or pick up his favorite snack from the store. Those simple actions mean much more to him than you think and make his heart beat quicken, resulting in a sudden patch of flowers growing beneath him. Trust him, that was all Golden Experiences doing.
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Being a mafia don was terribly exhausting, each day was filled with more tasks that needed to be completed and assigned. Giorno knew that from the beginning when he first took on the journey to achieve his dream, but there was a piece of the puzzle that he had acquired during that time; you. You were one of the members of Bucciarati’s group, and the first to treat him with an ounce of respect. The bond the two of you formed during your mission to protect Trish became unbreakable. That bond eventually formed into something more than just friendship, you became his first love. Now, the love of his life.
He loved coming home, to see your beautiful face greet him with the same adoration he had for you. Even though he would come home exhausted, more often than not, he would always stay up into the late hours of the night just to spend as much time as possible with you before he had to return to his duties in the morning. Just like today.
The moment he walked in the door, you greeted him with that kind smile of yours. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly, trying to pour all your love into a single embrace. “Welcome back home, Gio.”
Giorno soon returned the embrace, his arms snaking around your waist as he rested his head against your shoulder. “Thank you, love.” He murmured.
After a moment of sweet silence, you released yourself from his hold. You could barely contain yourself, judging by the fiddling of your hands. You slowly inched yourself towards the dining table, quickly hiding an item behind your back. “Guess what I got you while I was out today?”
A chuckle left his lips, “That’s quite a hard question to answer.”
“Then I’ll spare you, just this once,” you then pulled out the treat behind your back, excitedly presenting it to your beloved. “Two of your favorites combined, chocolate pudding!”
“Why thank you, dear. I take it that this is from the sweet shop you mentioned.”
You smiled cheerfully towards your beloved, “Of course, Gio! You deserve it for working so hard.”
As soon as you uttered those words, the man felt his heart beat become faster than it had been before. Below him, ferns and weeds began sprouting from your floors along with flowers of various species, primarily ones that spoke “I love you” in the language of flowers. It was like a mini garden had suddenly grown in your own home.
This didn’t go unnoticed by you either, an eyebrow raised in concern. “Um, Giorno, I hate to cut this romantic moment short but there’s a flower patch growing beneath you.” You spoke, pointing to the floors below you.
“I’ll pot them later, love,” he whispered, pulling you ever closer to him. “I want to continue to enjoy this moment with you.”
He was utterly smitten.
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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐅.
✦ | Fugo is extremely concerned for you, but Purple Haze loves it! Due to the stand's unpredictable nature, and possibility of one of its bulbs breaking, it’s rare that Fugo even lets it out around you. It’s rare that it’s even let out in general, but Fugo takes extra precautions so as to not hurt you. However, on the rare occasion that his stand does make an appearance, you are quick to praise it.
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Fugo could only stare with concern and distaste as you stood a little too close to his stand, arms crossed as his hands formed into fists of frustration. This was his own way of coping, coping with your optimism and kindness towards him and the stand he had grown to despise. His aversion to his stand in the past could be considered so little compared to the precautions he takes now that you have become his beloved. The others within Bucciarati’s little gang had certainly taken the hint that Purple Haze was an unstable stand, but you just couldn’t stay away from it, now could you?
Battered and bruised from the battle that had occurred just moments ago, you still sought to give your favorite stand its well deserved praise. With both your hands cupped around your mouth, a celebratory shout left you. “Good job, Purple Haze!”
Your excitement caused the stand to look directly at you as it drooled, its eyes mimicking a puppy asking for treats. Then suddenly, it began to clean the drool off itself erratically, almost as if it were trying to look presentable for you. It was adorable.
A grimace spread across Fugo’s face, disgusted by his stands attempt at cleaning itself. It was utterly fruitless and only made him more embarrassed by the situation. Seeing this, he gently took hold of your wrist and pulled you closer to him, farther outside his stands 5 meter range. “[Name], please refrain from getting too close to it,” he sighed.
In response, you wrapped an arm around him as you pointed to his stand. “But, it’s so cute! Just look at it.”
Fugo, however, did not share the same sentiments. “I’m being serious, please avoid getting close to Purple Haze. It’s unstable.”
“It reminds me of you, y’know.”
He huffed, “Of course it would, it’s an extension of me.” Only Fugo could see it that way, but there was much more to Purple Haze than meets the eye. It’s nature was that of its users, yes, but its actions reminded you of how much your Fugo meant to you. His supposed “annoyance” towards your behavior to his stand was never what it appeared to be; his feelings and actions were only a means to protect you. His anger was a mask for the softness of his heart, a side only you were permitted to see.
It hurt your heart to know he found it hard to see himself the way you do, but you could try to. “Sure, but its habits reflect the true nature of your soul. You act all tough, but you can be a really sweet person. I love that about you.”
For a moment, you could feel Fugo freeze in your arms. You didn’t even have to look up to know he was fighting off the blush rising to his cheeks.
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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌.
✦ | Mista adores you, and so do his Sex Pistols. The countless times the bullets have fought over your attention is enough to prove that fact. You can never truly say who is your favorite because they can and will fight over it, for several hours. Or maybe even days.
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All you and your boyfriend wanted was some rest, any number of hours would do at this point.
As you laid against Mista’s chest, little voices kept bringing you back to consciousness. Bags were beginning to form under both yours and his eyes. Combined with the excessive work you had both received during the week from Giorno, rest was the best possible date the two of you could have. Unfortunately, the Sex Pistols just weren’t ready to settle down.
Their chittering was adorable, that you could not deny. It was difficult to tell them no, even when they were asking for an item as simple as a piece of your food. However, when their cute conversations developed into arguments, their lovable nature turned into not so lovable behavior. Their attitudes would become worse towards their user, but never towards you. After all, they love you just as much as Mista himself does. Nevertheless, it still got on both yours and Mista’s nerves if it went on for too long.
Finally, Mista had had enough. After a long, drawn out groan, he released an annoyed shout, “Guys, can you stop with the racket? You’ve been at this for 3 days now!”
This got his stand’s attention, and they quickly fired back:
“But, Mista!”
“[Name] has yet to pick one of us!”
A sigh left your lips, a pout of frustration soon following after. “You lot should know I don’t like to pick favorites.”
Your little companions however, did not agree with your words. Like clockwork, you could see the wheels turning in their brains to come to the conclusion that you absolutely had to choose. They then released a shout in unison, “There can only be one!”
Once again, you released a sigh before sitting up straight and wiping your tired eyes. “If I pick, will you please let us rest?”
A nod was given by each bullet.
Mista observed as you sat, thinking carefully upon your answer. Then suddenly, you spoke. “Number Five.”
Immediately, a joyous shout came from the little stand which was then followed by disappointed groans from the others. Before you knew it, Number Five was even doing happy laps along the hallway as the others chased it. The sight could only make you laugh and at least they brought their little fight into the hallway. You quickly rose from the bed and shut the door before they could come back in.
As you laid back down, an arm wrapped around you to bring you back into your boyfriend's arms. You then gave him a poke on the cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”, you whispered.
A haughty scoff left his lips, a smirk following in suit. “Obviously.”
Truthfully, all of them were your favorites.
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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐆.
✦ | Sadly, you can’t exactly love on Aerosmith like some of the other stands in the Bucci Gang. It’s quite literally a mini airplane. Instead, you can give your boyfriend double the love to make up for it.
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“Just one, please?” He begged.
“Nara, I am not giving Aerosmith a kiss.”
Narancia’s begging had been going on for several hours now, and he was not going to let up any time soon. Your relationship with him had always been sweet and loving, it was hard to ever find him without you by his side. Abbacchio and a few others liked to joke that Narancia was like a koala with him always clinging to your side, but you never minded it. You had always found it endearing that he loved you so deeply. But, there were a few times that his acts of affection were a little too… interesting for you.
Your boyfriend’s arms then wrapped around your waist, desperate for a positive answer. “But everyone else’s stands get loved on like crazy, and it’s starting to get jealous!”, he whined as he slid down to the ground.
This was ridiculous, yet adorable all the same. You playfully ruffled his hair, using your other arm to wrap around him and keep him off the floor. “I think you’re speaking for yourself, hon.”, you giggled.
Narancia looked up from your stomach with the saddest, most heart-wrenching puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. No puppy you had ever met had managed to sway your heart like the boy who clung to you did nor made you fold so quickly. He had to have been cursed by some witch.
“…fine, but just one.”
He immediately perked up, eyes filled with pure joy as he nearly jumped from how pumped he was. “Yes!”
Aerosmith soon appeared next to you, awaiting its affection. You didn’t waste any time and gave it a quick peck on its nose before quickly standing back. For a moment, you swear the plane's frown that was usually present on its face turned into a grin as it spun around in the air to make a heart shape with its smoke. For a stand that was meant to scare, that was one of the most adorable things you had ever seen.
Arms then wrapped around you from behind, nearly making you fall as Narancia glomped you. “It loved it!”
You couldn’t help but smile, “Now, it’s your turn!”
Before Narancia could react, you turned around and pressed a kiss on his lips. Then another, and another. As you began pecking his cheeks, he broke out into a fit of giggles as he inched you even closer to him. If he were to ever pass, it would certainly be from your affection.
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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐔.
✦ | Trish finds it a bit odd at first that you give special attention to her stand, but then she eventually comes to like it. Sometimes she’ll catch you putting make up on Spice Girl, even asking the stand if it likes it or not. Trish thinks it’s cute.
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Spice Girl was a diva, that much you knew. Much like her user, she was particular about her fashion and her tastes in general. Where others would see only part of the picture, your girls saw the whole masterpiece. It was something you admired about them, their complexities are what made them unique and you loved them for it. Even when they could be difficult at times.
As you sat with your girlfriends stand at her vanity, you carefully dabbed the larger brush into the pink powder. Then, with a gentle hand you patted the brush on the stand's face. It remained quiet and still as you did so, trying not to ruin your hard work. You then repeated the same actions with a darker pink blush, being just as careful.
After you finished, you sat back and admired your work. It was a hard choice, both blushes looked beautiful against its pale pink skin. So, you decided to get up and spin the stand’s chair around so it could look in the mirror. “So, a lighter pink or darker pink for the blush?”
Before the stand could reply, a voice came from behind you. “I think a darker pink, it looks nice against her skin.”
There stood your Trish, who had recently just woken up judging by her sleepy eyes. Her pink hair was still messy from her beauty sleep, but she looked adorable nonetheless. A smile creeped up on your face as she approached your side, and you were quick to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Goodmorning, sweets.”, you whispered.
“Goodmorning to you, too.” She murmured, then she took more notice of what exactly you were doing. You were doing make up on her stand, a past time only you and her participated in. Even with Trish’s particularities when it came to her routine, she eventually let you do it for her at times. Over time, you had memorized her routine and she found it cute that you did so.
Pulling up a chair, Trish sat next you as you continued to do her stands makeup, occasionally giving pointers to you. If this was what she woke up to every morning, she wouldn’t mind waking up early.
@𝐧𝐪𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
cw: yandere content, fem!reader, spoilers for johnny’s past, obsessive behaviors, modern and equestrian academy!AU (Stands still exist), tusk being a lil shit, suggestive, background y/n's harem stuff, potential manipulation? this was meant to be cute…
a/n: my slightly overdue contribution to the fandom ◡̈
"Hey.”
”Hey.”
..okay, judging by your still-in-place smile, Johnny can proudly conclude he did a better job in tidying up the apartment than whatever monstrosity Gyro committed to the air spray last week.
You switch to a pair of indoor slippers, organizing the shoe rack in the process (he’s thankful for that), while balancing a plate of freshly baked cookies in your other hand (he’s super thankful for that). Being spoiled so often with pastries and your lovely company, it’s hard for him not to get attached, even when Diego has and will always chew you out for it when your roommate comes home in the evening.
These walls aren’t thick, and he definitely heard minor bickering downstairs: you huffing, Diego spilling petty insults he didn’t actually mean. It would always end with running water at the sink, where Johnny presumes you got that grumpy dinosaur to do the dishes while you dry, his complaints lasting all night.
Chumimi~in
Tusk ACT1 materializes before your hand even grazes the edge of the table and pulls out a chair for you to sit across from him. It lets out a cute squeal upon seeing the sweet-smelling treat on the table… and you. OR you. Eh, those two things became interchangeable long ago in the dusty recesses of his mind.
“Aww,” you coo as his Stand skips the plate and lunges straight at your face. Being the cute, tiny little pink… thing it is, Tusk just bumps against your nose. That draws another laugh out of your soft lips. “Hi there, little buddy~”
Great, not even two minutes into this hangout, and he is so close to popping a boner.
Attempting to diffuse the heat in his groin, the blond clears his throat. “Hello? I’m still here!”
“Ah, right. Sorry!” You stick your tongue out, and he scoffs playfully. Tusk has stopped loitering around your face at this point, instead sprawling on your left shoulder with seemingly no intention of going back to its user any time soon.
“So,” you push the plate towards him; the smell of caramelized apple instantly blesses Johnny’s nostrils. “what happened this morning? I heard something fall at, uh, 3AM?"
"Oh, that was—“
Johnny shoves one cookie into his mouth with unusual gusto and almost moans at the heavenly taste. God, just how big were the meteorites that cyan dinosaur must have stopped for an asshole like Diego to come home to a beautiful girl and a home-cooked meal every day?
"—Gyro. He downed Robusta coffee before bed and woke up at midnight to deep clean the whole living room."
"And you just let him?" You try to reel your laugh in. Johnny sighs in response.
“It was way worse when you're not even five feet away from him. That dummy kept humming the stupid ass pizza cheese the entire time. I was so close to hitting him with a frying pan. "
"So the noise... "
“Ugh, I wish,” the blond rolls his eyes. “But he just tripped over a chair and lay there until sunrise.”
“Yeah, tell Gyro to walk it off.” You snicker. “It woke Dio up, and he almost barged up here to bite his head off.”
Chumimi~in
You should have moved on to lighter topics at this point, but Tusk chirps again, clearly agitated to not be the center of your attention for longer than three minutes. Wow, whoever this little shit took after must be so pathetic. Your eyes go from him to his Stand, soft and indulgent. Petting Tusk’s head with your index finger, you giggle when it leans into your palm like a touch-starved house cat.
Johnny stiffens in his wheelchair.
By extension, you're practically petting him too.
But it's fine; he's fine. Even if the throb in his pants begs to differ, Johnny balls both of his hands into fists and grinds his teeth as you nuzzle your cheek against Tusk. He... he can smell your sunscreen and shampoo, bits of cinnamon, butter from this morning's baking session. The warmth of your soft skin makes Johnny want to melt in his spot.
It ends up making him choke instead.
"Argh—!"
Letting out a gruttal sound, Johnny reaches for the herbal tea pot near the edge of the table for some warm liquid. But you, being who the girl that you are—too considerate, too kind, too perfect—rush to pour him a cup first. The blond mutters a small, sheepish thank you through flushed cheeks and lowered gaze as he drinks, feeling your hand smoothing down his back.
“You good? Sorry if the cookies are too dry. I probably put too much flour.”
Johnny quickly shakes his head, darting his eyes up to meet yours.
“No, they’re—”
Boobs.
That’s all it takes for his brain to short-circuit.
Because your boobs are three inches from his face, fucking dammit!
“They’re what?”
You look at him, mildly confused. You’re already bent over the table to hand him the teacup and stroke his back, not noticing how compromising your position is. It’s like those awful porn stacks Johnny found under Gyro’s bed, except he… kind of gets the appeal now.
“Dude,” you sigh. It slightly alarms Johnny how similar your brow-furrowing is to Diego's. “If you’re gonna have a stroke, can you hold it until next week? I still need pointers on my riding posture.”
"Ah, fuck—okay."
Satisfied with the answer, you beam and squish his cheeks together before finally backing away. He missed your touch. He misses you; you’re one of the few people in his life who don’t walk on eggshells around him, nor do you treat him like one.
Ever aware of its Master’s blooming desire, Tusk ACT1 squirms from its place on your shoulder. Okay, he isn’t this down bad, and even if he is—
Chumimi~in
“…”
His Stand just slid right down into your cleavage.
His brains blue-screen.
His eyes widen.
His jaws on the floor.
Johnny Joestar wants to fucking die.
“Y-You little shit! GET BACK HERE!”
Reaching over the table in desperation, Johnny extends his arm in a hopeless attempt to retract his Stand. It’s not just bad, it’s fucking horrendous how he can feel everything in the valley between your plump tits where Tusk is poking its tiny head out.
“I’m so fucking sorry! It just did that on its own, I swear to–”
Chumimi~in
Intense shockwave travels from his lower spine up the neurons in his brain; Johnny’s hands tremble in the air, panting as his face gets progressively redder. It’s like his head is buried between… oh Lord.
When he mutters your name, it sounds like a plea.
“Can you…? Please…?”
"I don't know... Tusk looks quite comfy here."
Johnny whimpers your name this time.
A sly grin makes its way onto your face.
”Hmph, alright.”
Lifting the tiny axolotl-like creature with your thumb and index finger, you hold it up for inspection. The sight seems... amusing for you, at least, judging by how your grin widens at the sight of Tusk's cartoonishly swirly eyes and the equally cartoonish dizzy stars crowding around its head.
A defeated groan left Johnny's lips, muffled by the blonde's palms over his own face. There goes his dignity.
"You're so evil..."
"At least this little fella likes it."
"Please put it down," Johnny musters with as much calmness as he can afford, though his voice still ends up cracking a bit.
You just shrug with a quaint smile.
But the second Johnny's hands move away, you immediately hoist Tusk closer to your face and start… peppering kisses all over the Stand’s face.
?!?!?!
?!?!?!?!?!
Johnny Joestar.exe has stopped working.
You were probably up two hours ago.
The same time Johnny rolled his wheelchair into the living room, his annoying Italian friend suddenly bolted up from where he fell on his ass, and proceeded to sniff the air like a guard dog.
“She’s baking again today.”
Johnny tried to keep his poker face. “So?”
“Don’t ‘So?’ me, you know it’s gonna be good stuff.” Gyro mused, flashing his toothy grin. “I’m out today, soldier. Try not to bust your nuts the second she walks through that door.”
Yeah, right.
…yeah, right…
“Aww, he’s so cute!”
You sing-song, pulling away at last. At this point, Tusk looks downright delirious at the attention and affection you bombarded it with in the last few minutes, its small body limping in the palms of your hands.
Chumimi~in
Blood is probably the last concern in his mind right now, with how hard Johnny’s fingers are digging into his temple, doing just anything to reel back the pained, desperate whimpers that were seconds from escaping. He can't breathe, can hardly hear his surroundings over the bass of his own heartbeats, drumming loud and clear in the blond’s ears.
You’re killing him, and you don’t even have a clue.
And yet, much to Johnny’s horror, Tusk ACT1 still finds the energy to shoot up one last time, circling your head like an excited puppy before finally fading away.
“...I-I hope you know that you just basically kissed my soul.”
It’s meant to be a casual remark, a bad joke in a poor attempt to water down his embarrassment.
“Mhm,” you grin. “I know.”
ADSHFEEFJHKJDFIOWREIHSMA—
Excuse me?!
“Hey, don’t Stands reflect their user's deepest desire though?” Your lips curl in amusement as you lean one cheek onto the palm that just cradled the literal manifestation of his life spirit. “Does that mean…?”
Johnny’s face gets progressively redder. As if his legs aren’t already immobile enough in this wheelchair, the blond will gladly throw himself off the balcony just to avoid looking you in the eyes.
“D-Don’t just… assume that,” he awkwardly clears his throat. “Tusk might be a manifestation of me, yes, but it has its own flairs and preferences too. You’re a pretty girl, you treat it nicely, you feed it food. Who wouldn't get attached?”
Ignore the fact that it applied to him too…
“Hmmm…"
He watches you purse your cute lips, tilting your head further to the side.
Fuck.
Maybe he does like you.
But is there a chance that you truly like him back?
Diego will wear your skin if you let him. Chain you down in a suburban mansion overlooking many rolling terrains filled with wild flowers right after graduation.
Soundman looks and feels elusive to the untrained eye, but if there's anything the man hates more than the white folks polluting his homeland, it's the fact that there are always two or more getting in the way of him courting you.
Clandestine trysts with Hot Pants by the lake are the only times her watching eyes soften, and her mouth loses its bitter edge. She loves you as much as she covets you, if the red ginsengs and maca roots she keeps slipping in your basket are anything to go by.
Johnny wonders where he fits amidst all this insanity. He’s been a cripple long before the incident took away his ability to walk; cripple in his feelings and how he kept drowning them out with hookups, cripple in familiar relationships, and how he would never know his father’s love for being the son who lived. The race is getting closer day by day, a gruelling 3,700-mile journey across America on horseback, backed by the most powerful corporations and potentially the President himself.
One victory, then a lifetime of glory.
“Alright, never mind.”
Taking in the awkward silence, you chuckle and hold your hands up in surrender.
“I’m just kidding, ok? Forget what I said.”
Admittedly, he isn’t mad as much as he is thankful. Getting into this Academy was the final act of mercy George could have granted before disowning his child altogether, but even then, the reputation and inspirational narrative of a now-paralyzed prodigy earned Johnny just enough attention that wallowing in misery was not an option anymore. Gyro’s company kept the bad thoughts away, but it’s in yours that they returned full-force.
He looks up and calls your name.
You blink at him, perplexed. “Yeah?”
Insecurity.
The point is, Johnny doesn’t want to spiral. He doesn’t want to curl up into himself every time you smile in his direction just to be reminded of the fact that, with no legs to move, he has no legs to run either. No choice but to face the husk of a man he had become over the years, trying to compensate for the love he couldn't get from his family.
Maybe that bullet was fate in itself; a twisted punishment from God to get back at him after the awfulness he inflicted upon others.
Maybe he could have been kinder. Seeing you at the cafeteria sometimes while you scold Diego for cutting in line and starting fights, Johnny wonders what would happen that day if he didn't do the same. If he had waited for his turn at the back like any normal person.
Maybe his soul could have stayed rotten as it was meant to be.
“Johnny, what's wrong?” You shoot up from your chair, shoulders tensing. "Do you need to lie down?”
But he wouldn't have met you.
He wouldn't even have you look at his direction, let alone sit across the table from him like this. Maybe he could have decided to be nice that one fateful day, and then what? An overnight epiphany wouldn't have magically redeemed himself from a long history of him treating people like disposable objects.
The arrogance you adored in Diego never looked pretty on him anyways.
Deep down, Johnny dreads the thought of being just another dumb blonde you would sneer at on the hallway. You wouldn’t say his name so sweetly, wouldn’t share the treats you made, and wouldn’t sit for hours just to hear him talk. Losing one of the most important bodily functions was what humbled him so much in the first place, and in hindsight, it probably was what earned him a soft spot in your heart as well.
Is it crazy if he truly believes you’re meant for him?
“Come here.”
A flash of shock crosses your face at how unusually calm he sounds. Still, the chair creaks as you move, rounding the table to face him.
“Hey, are you o—”
With one hand on your shirt collar, Johnny pulls you down to his level. A startled yelp left your lips as your knees collapsed into the carpet, the tip of your nose inches away from his.
“J-Johnny?”
You’re blushing. For the first time this morning, you’re blushing. His fingers travel from the length of your throat to the skin of your cheek, blue eyes fixating on how your lips part in awe.
“Shh…”
No.
Of course he's crazy.
But they could pry you out of his cold, dead hands.
If all is fair in love and war, the last thing Johnny’s going to do is take the back seat and watch his darling get taken away by someone else.
“You need pointers, right? On your riding posture?”
His grip tightens around your jawline as Johnny smiles.
“I’m free this afternoon. Meet me at three in front of the stable.”
You wince. “I’d love to, but I need to run some errands for—”
— stolen gifts are still gifts. and he's never not romantic with giving them.
𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋: 0.5k; fluff; gn!reader; established relationship, reader wears a lot of jewellery, pre-golden wind
— note ! hello jjba community here I come
masterlist.
your boyfriend, to put it simply, had really sticky fingers.
not literally, of course. giorno just has the habit of stealing whatever catches his fancy. the awakening of his new… ability only seems to empower it more, aiding him in whatever thievery he wanted to commit.
cash from wallets, jewelry off of tourists, little knick-knacks from store shelves—if it's intresting, best believe giorno is being attracted to it like a crow with anything shiny. sometimes, the trinkets he swipes aren't even anything that would be of use to him.
"gio," you say, exasperated. the hot summer sun basked the street in warmth, making the two of you stick more onto the shadows of buildings as you walk the streets, no destination in mind. you've just caught him snag something off of a lady when he helped her get up after she tripped. something silver and flashy.
he had charmed her with his trademark smile, an ample distraction as he slipped something off her hand while helping her up. entranced by his beauty, or some shit like that, she didn't even notice. giorno hums in acknowledgement at your call of his nickname, posture lax as you rounded a corner, finally a good distance away from the woman he had stolen from.
you sigh, equal parts amused and a little concerned by his indulgence in burglary. "what caught your eye this time?" you ask, lifting your gaze to look at him.
giorno smiles at that, a small lift to the corners of his mouth that just screamed of mischief. instead of answering directly, he held his hand out, a silent request for yours. you lift a brow, but follow along.
upon placing yours on top of his, his free hand—which was holding the stolen item—slipped a silver ring onto your middle finger, his movements smooth and unhurried, feather-light and almost barely-there. no wonder she didn't even feel when he took it from her own fingers.
"reminded me of you," he says, spoken as though that was enough reason to steal it. his seaglass-colored eyes remain on your hand, staring at the way the silver band fit right in on the collection of shining jewelry already adorning your digits. giorno's thumb brushed against your knuckles, giving your hand a squeeze.
his voice must be a putting spells on you, with the way his soft-spoken words were enough for you to turn a blind eye, once again, to his kleptomaniac behavior. seeing him look at you with expectant fondness—not unlike a penguin attempting to court another with a pebble—you exhale, knowing you're badly in love. "thanks, giorno."
there's a glimmer in his eyes as he hears your response, beaming like sunlight you have long since associated with the boy named giorno giovanna. that expression of satisfaction is a sight you wish to see often. a sight that warms you all over and makes your heart beat a little harder. you'd gladly indulge in his stolen gifts, you pondered, so long as it meant he'll be happy like that.
he presses his lips to the back of your hand, the faintest of roses flushing his cheeks. he gives your hand one more squeeze before dropping them to the side, lacing your fingers together. "anything for you, amore mio."
jojo's bizarre adventure taglist (answer to be added!):
just woke up from a nap n Im thinkin about some of the best nap buddies in JJBA…
Jonathan, his broad chest so large you can use it as a pillow. On your side, left arm wrapped around him, and his right arm behind you settled on your waist. You lace your fingers with his, nestled perfectly in his arms.
Caesar, on his side facing you, one hand under your pillow to prop you up for the optimal angle. The other hand on the small of your back, pressing you gently forward to twirl legs together in a gentle knot.
Avdol, who lets you rest your head directly on his beating heart, that warm center of circulation grounding you to this moment. He brushes his fingertips against yours, his lips on your forehead murmuring sweet words that relax your sleeping face.
Josuke, wrapped completely around you like net. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck, where you can smell the sweet, woody cinnamon of his cologne, his arms and legs basically a weighted blanket. His soft breath tickles your nose.
Mista, his arms a belt around your waist, your back to his chest. His chin tucked on your shoulder, leg between yours, low snores directly in your ear. Curls brush your neck, the Pistols curling around your pillow, with his back to the doors and windows.
Risotto, with a cool body like a godsend in the summer. Stripped to your underwear, the AC blasting, his large, scarred hand settled just barely on the base of your neck. White hair mingles with yours as he takes a rare break, foreheads touching.
Hermes, lacing her fingers with yours, her other arm sliding under your pillow, and her forehead bumping yours, sneaking little kisses that make you giggle, smiling as you snuggle closer under the blanket.
Gyro, whose hands have ended many a life, watching you with gentle green eyes as you curl towards him. His hand settling on your waist, rubbing slowly from it to your hip, finally staying on it and holding you firm, perfectly still, safe.
