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writer curse strikes cuz wtf do you mean my credit card went missing 😭😭😭😭

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?? i just realized i literally write anything

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i was gonna finish that nun! hot pants x succubus! reader headcanons tonight but i got too religious horror-pilled and it came out more scary (?) than smutty. would y’all still like to see it?

a little secret: it includes pucci and his central goal in part 6 but directly more involved with DIO 🫪 also very sinister vibe that may or may not tie to human sacrifices

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i was gonna finish that nun! hot pants x succubus! reader headcanons tonight but i got too religious horror-pilled and it came out more scary (?) than smutty. would y’all still like to see it?

a little secret: it includes pucci and his central goal in part 6 but directly more involved with DIO 🫪 also very sinister vibe that may or may not tie to human sacrifices

[sirrooster20]

And They Were Roommates

Hot Pants x Reader (modern au)

A/n: Okay, so when I was just about done with this one, I realized that I kind of read the request wrong...I'm sorry! Please let me know if you want me to write one that is a little bit closer!! Also, this includes quite a bit of religious stuff, so if that makes you uncomfortable, I'd skip this one.

Moving halfway across the country for college was a terrifying step in your life. You missed your family dearly, but couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to study at one of the top colleges in your desired field. 

Attending a random mixer held by the RA of your dorm floor, you met her. The first thing you noticed was her striking pink hair and the intense look on her face. With nothing to lose and no current friends in the area, you decided to take a risk and talk to her. That small act of courage turned into your greatest delight. The two of you hit it off almost immediately, becoming close friends as you made your way through your first year of college.

Deciding to live together had been a no brainer for the two of you when deciding where you wanted to live the next few years until you graduated. And that’s how you find yourself living in a two bedroom apartment with your closest friend.

Walking in through the front door, you dump your bag in the hallway before flopping down on the couch where Hot Pants is currently sitting, reading her religious studies book.

“Long day?” she asks as she glances at you from the corner of her eye.

“Tell me why I decided to be a stem major,” you huff, your voice muffled by the couch cushion, “and also tell me why my study group has all decided that going to the club after our exam is the best way to spend the evening.”

“The club?” she asks with a quirked eyebrow. 

The two of you have bonded over your introverted personalities, both of you would much rather spend the evening tucked in your comfortable apartment with a movie rather than going out.

“Yes,” you groan as you shift onto your back, “and I couldn’t say no. I’ve already made too many excuses not to go out with them.”

“This is Gyro and Johnny, right?” she closes her book, setting it to the side as she turns all her attention to you.

“Mhm,” you hum, “yeah, Diego too.”

“It might be fun,” she says in an unconvincing tone.

“Don’t even try,” you huff as you stare at the string lights strewn across the ceiling. The light bathes the room in a soft, warm glow. You suddenly turn to her with a certain spark in your eyes that makes her immediately frown.

“No,” she says before you can say anything.

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say,” you whine as you grab her hand, missing the way she flinches just slightly. “You could come with me. Please, we wouldn’t stay out long. It’d just be a few drinks and then we can come back here and watch a movie.” You smile at her in the way you always do when you want something you know she doesn’t.

With a deep sigh, she glances away from you toward the tv which is currently playing a video that mimics a fireplace. She looks back at you with a deadpan look, “you owe me big time.”

With a bright smile, you hop up off the couch and raise your arms like you just scored the winning goal in a big game. “Thank you so much,” you say with a slightly excited tone, “I promise, we won’t stay out long. They want to meet at 8:30pm.” 

You make your way over to your own room, showering and getting ready for the evening. Slapping on a bit of makeup and putting on the nice outfit you had honestly never thought you’d actually wear, you step back out into the living room. Your eyes widen when you are met with Hot Pants standing there in a nice dress. In all the time you’ve known her, neither of you have dressed up so nice around each other.

“Too much?” she asks as she looks down at herself. “No!” you respond just a little too quickly, “no, you look good.” Clearing your throat, you try to hide the blush growing on your cheeks. “I didn’t know Miss Christian could look this good,” you tease with a small smirk.

She rolls her eyes and gently smacks your shoulder, “shut it.”

“We should get going,” you chuckle as you walk towards the door, opening it for her.

The club is within walking distance of your apartment. When you make it there, it doesn’t take long for you to notice the tall Italian man. 

“Wow! Look who finally decided to come out of their cave and have a little fun,” he responds with a chuckle, his accent still thick after spending a few years in the states.

“Hey,” Johnny says with a small smile and a wave.

Diego just nods and barely moves his hand in a waving motion. (Why he hangs out with your group will always be a mystery to you)

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff as the two of you sit down, “take it in while you can because it isn’t happening again.”

The evening is fun enough with the five of you sharing stories about your classes and other things going on in your lives. After a few rounds of drinks, Johnny and Gyro make their way to the dance floor and Diego goes off to boast about his extracurriculars and four point grade average to some poor freshmen. Watching Gyro dance around Johnny’s wheelchair with a bright smile, you glance over at Hot Pants, who was already looking at you.

Her eyes widen and quickly move to her drink when your eyes meet. You chuckle under your breath. “Do you want to get out of here?” you ask with a small yawn.

“Absolutely,” she says with a sigh. 

You take a deep breath when you step out of the club, rubbing your ears a bit. “I honestly felt like I was going to go deaf in there,” you groan as the two of you walk back home, the cold air helping to sober you up a bit.

“Mhm,” Hot Pants hummed with a small smile, “it was a little bit of fun though.”

You hold your hand up and bring your pointer finger and thumb together, leaving a tiny gap between them. “Just a tiny bit,” you say with a small chuckle. 

Hot Pants laughs softly at your joke. The sound makes your heart stutter in your chest, your own smile turning more bashful than anything. 

Turning away from her, you grab your keys from your bag and unlock the door to your apartment. The soft light immediately makes you feel calm and relaxed.

“I’m going to get out of these clothes,” you say softly as you walk towards your side of the apartment.

With a small nod, she does the same. In your room, you wash your face and brush out your hair. Reaching back, you try to unzip your dress, but the zipper is just out of reach. You twist around as you try your hardest to reach the zipper, wanting nothing more than to get out of the tight dress. With a quiet groan, you give up and glance toward your door.

Stepping out into the living room, you are met with Hot Pants, who is in her pajamas, reading her devotional. “Sorry to bother you, but I can’t unzip my dress,” you say softly as you walk up towards her.

“Oh,” she says softly before sitting up and setting her book to the side. She motions for you to turn around and come closer to her.

The feeling of her hands gently grabbing you makes your heart pound in a way you try your hardest to ignore. You feel every minute move of her fingers as she unzips your dress, the fabric of your dress getting looser every second.

“Thanks,” you say as you quickly walk back to your room when she finishes unzipping the dress.

“No problem,” she responds softly.

Closing your bedroom door behind you, you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. 

You love her, you really do, but she’s a deeply religious woman and you don’t want to get in between that. 

You slip out of your dress and into a comfortable sweatshirt and shorts. Staring at yourself in the mirror for a moment, you rub your face with a groan.

“Stupid lesbian,” you whisper before stepping out of your room back into the living room.

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“You just need to tell her how you feel,” Gyro says as the two of you walk into your anatomy class.

“No way,” you shake your head as you sit down. “She’s religious. Odds are, she will just view it as a sin and move on, then everything between us will get awkward and I will lose my closest friend.” 

“Okay, wow,” Gyro says with a small smirk. He puts his hand on your shoulder, “that was a lot.”

You groan as the two of you sit down in the large lecture hall.

“Listen,” he says in a soft tone, losing the usual teasing bite, “I had a similar experience before I asked Johnny out. I get that it’s terrifying, but you shouldn’t live the rest of your life yearning and regretting your decisions. She might surprise you.”

A sigh slips past your lips as you turn to him. “You’re being way too smart. What did you do with the real Gyro?”

He chuckles, patting your shoulder, “I’ve always been this smart, you just don’t ever want to listen to me.”

“Thank you,” you say sincerely.

“You’re welcome,” he says with a small smile.

As the lecture continues on, you have a hard time paying attention. Your mind continues to drift over to Hot Pants, the softness of her hands, the way her eyes are so sharp and cold but soften when she’s looking at something she likes.

The dinging of your phone grabs your attention as everyone files out of the lecture hall. “It’s the notes from today,” Gyro says with a smirk, “since you weren’t listening at all.”

A small chuckle escapes you, “was it that obvious?”

“Extremely,” he laughs as he stands. “I’ll see you around, okay? Trust me, just take the leap!”

He waves as he heads off to his next class, leaving you alone in the large, empty room.

—///—///—

“Hey, I have a question,” Hot Pants asks you from where she’s standing in the kitchen.

You turn to her with a slightly confused look, “what’s up?”

She continues to cut up the apple with a focused look, her eyes sharp in a way you’ve started to adore.

“Would you ever want to go to church with me?” She asks softly, not moving her eyes from the apple even though she isn’t moving her hands anymore.

“Oh!” you say softly, “yeah, I’d love to.” You smile when her eyes shoot up to you. “I know it’s something that’s important to you.”

She smiles just slightly, something you rarely get to see on her usually perpetually serious face. It makes your heart jolt just slightly.

“Cool,” she says in a calm tone, “the service is at 9 on Sunday.”

“Perfect,” you say with a small smile.

After all the time you’ve known each other, you know how important her faith is to her. Being a semi-religious person yourself, you’ve always admired how committed she is. Even though the two of you are already like two peas in a pod, her inviting you to go to a service with her makes you feel like your friendship has gotten one step closer.

Sunday comes before you know it. Dressed in a nice but simple dress, you meet Hot Pants in the living room. She’s wearing a nice blouse and jeans.

“Ready?” she asks in her usual calm tone. “Yeah,” you say with a smile, trying to ignore the way the blouse perfectly fits her.

Sitting in the pews, the service is nice. It’s touching in a way you never really experienced while at home. You can’t help but notice how enraptured Hot Pants is by every word the priest utters. She takes notes on a small notebook you had given her as a gift a few months ago.

Once the service is over, you take the time to gaze up at the intricately designed building.

“Can we look around? I want to see the rest of it,” you say as you glance over at her. Her eyes flicker over to you, having followed your gaze to the ceiling.

“I know a place I think you’d like,” she says softly before leading you out of the main sanctuary and into the hallway. The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, painting her in multitudes of colors. 

She leads you into a small room with only a handful of seats. There’s a beautiful crucifix on the wall, clearly designed to grab a person's attention, but you can’t pull yours from Hot Pants. She looks so calm here, beautiful in a way that you finally let yourself accept.

Gyro’s words echo in your mind as you clear your throat. Wringing your hands, you look down at the ground. 

“I have something to ask you,” you all but whisper. In the stillness of the quiet room, you know she heard you. She shifts to put all of her attention on you, that act making you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

“What is it?” She asks quietly.

You take a deep breath as you continue to look at the ground.

“Oh god,” you whisper before looking up at her. “I really respect you. You’re a great friend, you’re caring, and you put up with my bullshit. I’m constantly in awe of how hard you work to get the things you want in life.”

Your voice trembles just slightly as she continues to watch you with a curious look on her face. You can tell by the subtle look in her eyes that she suspects something but she stays quiet, giving you the chance to explain yourself.

“I just really like you,” you say with trembling hands, “and I know you probably think that it’s a sin to love another woman. That’s why I’ve been so hesitant to tell you.” You take a deep breath before continuing, “But I don’t believe it’s a sin. And if I’m wrong, I’d rather spend the rest of eternity in a lake of fire than miss the opportunity to love you now. I won’t let you slip through my fingers.”

You don’t notice the tears in your eyes until her thumb gently brushes them from your cheeks. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, her hands are cupping your cheeks. Her lips press against yours in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever experienced. She pulls back just a fraction, letting her forehead rest against yours.

“I don’t think it’s a sin,” she says in the softest tone you’ve ever heard escape her lips. “I never said anything because I was terrified of ruining the friendship we had.”

A strangled chuckling sound escapes you. “Oh wow,” you laugh, “that was an attractive sound.”

Your cheeks are cherry red as you look into her deep brown eyes. She laughs softly, her own hands trembling a little as she holds your cheeks. Leaning back a little, she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I feel stupid,” you whisper.

She shakes her head. “It’s okay,” she says softly as she pulls you into a hug, “it was a reasonable conclusion. A wrong one but reasonable nonetheless.”

With a sigh, you wrap your arms around her, “I love you,” you whisper against the soft skin of her neck.

“I love you too,” she says as she squeezes you a little.

“Gyro is going to be so annoying,” you chuckle as you pull back, threading your fingers with hers.

“Why’s that?” She asks with a small smile.

“He’s the one who told me to say something,” you sigh as the two of you walk back out of the church. “When he figures out that he was right, he’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

She laughs softly, the sound more beautiful than any chorus. “I think you’ll survive,” she says with a smile.

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please ddon't stop writing for HP 🤭

CANNOT stop even if i want to 🥹🤤

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checked my masterlist today and realized there’s barely any standalone fic for the boys 😭😭 johnny got 1, diego got 2, gyro got none meanwhile there are SEVEN for hot pants?? and there are four more in my draft? 😭

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Why can’t one of my fictional men spawn in my room and fuck me senseless feed me with their cum make me gasp for air pound me vertically horizontally idc I need them on me in me under me fucking however they want ankles behind ears type of fucking big bulge on my belly from their cocks type of fucking yk thank you bye pound my pussy please

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Please omegaverse 🙏 like Alpha Hotpants x fem omega reader, Hotpants wants get her omega pregnant 👉👈

breeding with alpha! hot pants | abo, modern au, established relationship, MOMMY KINK, praise, overstimulation, mild dumbification, KNOTTING, big dick hot pants supremacy

“Anything you wanna say to me, princess?”

“I— aah~! Ngh—! Haa~”

As if you’re in any condition to talk right now.

The lewd squelching noises coming from your pussy, rivaled by the ones your ass make when it bounces against Hot Pants’ cock as she finally bottoms out. Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your moans muffled by the pillow. Unable to move with her hand holding your head down, grunting in your ear like a dog.

In retrospect, you forgot what you sent this morning; maybe a selfie, or some teasing comments about being all by your lonesome during your monthly heat while she’s away on a business trip. Comments that stayed on your lips afterHot Pants came barreling down at your door and looking nothing like the calm, collected woman you married. Either way, you’re glad. Clothes torn off in mere seconds, every thrust she delivers hit your G-spot with terrifying precision. Your chest squish against the soft mattress, swollen and bruised from her claiming bites. 

“Teasing Mommy while she’s busy with work,” vaguely, you hear a tut before Hot Pants yanks your hair back, making your pussy clenches harder around her cock. “What am I gonna do with my little girl, hmm? Should I knock you up like you just begged?”

“Hnghhh, please, Mommyy—“ you whine, delirious from the pleasure she’s giving you. Your breath hitches when her hand moves down to the back of your neck, squeezing just enough so that it briefly interrupted your airflow, forcing you to heave with your mouth wide open, tongue lolling out. 

"Please what, sunshine?” She chuckles. “Mommy can't hear you.”

The stretch—God, that girth. It didn’t hurt like the first time anymore, but it stretches through you like a battering ram, going so far to the point where you feel her length protruding your stomach, a fact that definitely doesn’t get better when her other hand drifts down to press against your belly, and very clearly, you feel a bulge there. 

“Stay with me,” your hips give a pathetic twitch when hers roll, further stirring your guts. Hot Pants’ teeth nips your earlobe as she keeps on running her mouth. “You’re gonna look so pretty when I make us both real Mommies, okay? I’m not going to pull out today…”

“Aah—aah, please, pleaseee~"

Babbling nonsense, you’re still in no condition to talk. If anything, you’re more concerned about chasing your own climax at this point, riding alongside the thought of getting swelled with her child. A carbon copy of Hot Pants… pink hair, sharp dark eyes, with all of her androgynous features. How wonderful can that be? A broken cry tears from your throat when her fingers start tweaking your puffy nipples. Abruptly, she pulls back, leaving only the tip of her cock in your pussy before slamming it back home in one brutal thrust. Your muscles clench around her, tight and warm like you never want to let go. 

Hot Pants' dick kisses your cervix with every snap of her hips. The bed frame groans beneath you both, mixed with your moans and her groans; the pleasure coils fast in your veins as you fully unhinge yourself from any ounce of common decency. Your cunt milks her dry as your orgasm takes over, juices running down the length of her cock. 

Or so you thought.

Your eyes flit open when her knot swells inside you, forming and pushing against your entrance like it wants to make a permanent home there. Her breath fans against the back of your nape, kissing your skin and letting you bite down on her hand  as the knot stretches and locks your body together. She stayed there, buried deep inside you; pumping you full of her thick cum... 

Rolling her hips slightly, every moment she makes send sparks through your overstimulated body. Hot Pants gently stroke your hair, leaning down to press another kiss on your temple.

"That's my good girl..." 

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a/n: my first smut blurb without 2k words of build-up… anon, you’re just another me. sorry if i get too freaked out though 💔💔

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In Sickness and In Health

Hot Pants x sick reader

Rain pours heavily on you and Hot Pants, drenching you through your jacket. The cold wind knocks your hood off your head for a moment. With an annoyed huff, you grasp your hood and yank it back over your head.

Keeping your head down, the two of you continue riding until you find a small abandoned shack. You ignore the trembling of your hands as you hop off your horse.

The second your legs hit the ground, they buckle, too weak to hold you up.

The thumping sound of you hitting the mud instantly grabs Hot Pants attention. She quickly makes her way over to you when she sees you crumpled on the ground.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She asks in a serious but worried tone. Her hand finds your forehead, feeling the burning skin for a moment before pulling back.

In a dazed, half-conscious state, you can’t respond to anything with more than a quiet groan. Your heart pounds in your chest, blocking out most of the sound from your ears. The only thing you can see is the growing worry on Hot Pants’ face.

Without a word, she lifts you up into her arms, taking your horse to hers before carrying you inside. She makes quick work of making a small fire before turning to you.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you stay in these clothes,” she says quietly as she pulls your clothes off.

You shiver like a dead leaf on a tree. She steps over to her bag for a moment when she’s stripped the clothes off of you. With a quiet groan, you pull yourself a little closer to the fire before curling up into a little ball.

“You’re sick,” she says in a softer tone as she lifts you up slightly to wrap you up in a warm blanket.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter quietly, “I thought I was fine.”

She hushes you with a stern look as she grabs every blanket she can find and places it on top of you until you stop shivering.

You watch as she puts the small kettle on the fire, boiling some water before she walks back up to you. She gently moves your hair from your face, using a spare cloth to dry it off.

“Why aren’t you sick?” You ask weakly as you look up at her.

“My coat is waterproof,” she says simply, “I thought yours was too.”

“It’s not,” you mumble.

“I can tell,” she replies in a soft, almost loving tone. “We’ll get you one in the next town, okay?”

Your eyes start to feel heavier and heavier as you try to stay awake.

“Sleep,” Hot Pants says, “I’ll wake you up when the soup is ready.”

Without a word, you let yourself slip into a sleep filled with fever dreams. After a few minutes that feels like hours for you, you wake up in a sweaty, panicked haze.

Mumbling incoherently, you quickly sit up causing the blankets to fall off of you. Shivers instantly return to your body as the cold air hits your naked skin.

“Lay down,” Hot Pants says firmly but still caring, “everything is fine.”

She quickly covers you up again, resting a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving. She reaches over with her free hand to grab the nearby mug. Helping you sit up properly without losing the blankets, she brings the mug up to your lips, pouring some of the warm liquid in.

After a while of her slowly feeding you, she lays you back down. It takes no time at all for you to fall asleep again, this time sleeping deeper and longer.

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Warm light on your face wakes you up from your sleep. Peeking your eyes open, you're almost blinded by the sunlight. You try sitting up, but your arms shake under the weight of your own body.

Glancing around, you’re met with an empty shack of a cabin. The old wood is warped, leaving cracks in the wall, but it provided enough shelter to keep the rain off of the two of you.

Two of you.

Instantly, you realize that Hot Pants is nowhere to be found.

“Hot Pants?” Your weak voice calls out.

When there’s no response, you push the blankets off and force yourself to stand. The air doesn’t carry as much of a bitter bite, but it’s still uncomfortable.

You hardly have the strength to hold yourself up, so you lean heavily against the nearby table.

Each step feels like you are trying to move with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You only manage to take two steps when the door opens and you’re met with Hot Pants’ surprised face.

She immediately drops the firewood that had been in her arms.

“What the hell are you doing,” she asks in a stern tone as she essentially carries you back to the blankets.

“I called for you,” you say softly, voice still weak. “You never responded.”

“I was getting wood for the fire,” she says simply. “And what would you have even done? You can barely stand and are butt naked.”

You glance down at yourself, having forgotten that important fact. “Oh,” you mutter to yourself.

“Right,” she huffs.

“We need to get back on the road though,” you say as you try to sit up again only to be pushed back down by her gentle hand.

“No,” she says simply, leaving no room for argument.

But you try anyway.

“If we fall behind, there’s a higher chance someone else will find the corpse part,” you say but she stops you by placing her hand unceremoniously over your lips.

“The parts are drawn to each other,” she shrugs, “we’ll figure it out.”

“But-,” you try to say but are stopped by a sudden coughing fit.

“Exactly,” she says softly as she rubs your shoulder. “You’re in no position to ride today. Neither of us are worried about winning the race and we can find the parts using the ones we already have.”

“Fine,” you say quietly as you let yourself relax into the blankets.

“Thank you,” she says softly as she stands to go grab the wood again. Tossing it into the fire, she kneels down to get it going again.

“How are you feeling?” She asks without looking away from the fire.

“A little bit better,” you respond softly, “not nearly as nauseous, but I still feel weak and a little cold.”

She turns toward you with a curious look before putting her hand on your forehead. Humming a little she gently rubs the skin under her hand before pulling her hand away. “You’re still pretty warm,” she says softly before grabbing a few of the blankets and putting them away. “I don’t want you to get too hot.”

“Thanks,” you say softly. When she sits back down next to you, you reach out and gently grasp her hand. She gives it a small squeeze before bringing it up to her lips, planting a kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course,” she whispers.

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my hot pants x reader is like ceo x y/n but it’s yuri so it’s ok 💝💝💝💝

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updated my masterlist… wrote sm for hot pants im so happy…

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nổ loz vừa tròn 400 t hi vọng ae thích fuck-or-die 💝💝💝

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what if they kiss 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

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jjba girls with a reader who's chronically tired but strong when needed

featuring: ermes costello, dragona joestar, yasuho hirose, mariah, hot pants tags: fem! reader, wlw, established relationship in dragona's part, backstory references/spoilers (dragona, yasuho, hot pants), mentions of bullying and troubled homelife (dragona, yasuho), non-explicit mentions of wounds and canon-typical violence, mild angst and yearning (yasuho, hot pants), suggestiveness (mariah, hot pants?), all took place during canon! notes: request from this post / @jojosbizzarerequests this was so fun to write, so please check out their account >_<

ERMES COSTELLO

You initially pissed her off so bad.

Given that everything takes place during Stone Ocean, in prison, with Stand fights being thrown at you left and right, you’re supposed to be vigilant. You're supposed to stay on edge. And yet every morning it’s a goddamn battle already just to drag you out of the cell and make sure you stay awake during meal time while the team discusses strategy. Why? Longer than five seconds and your head will crash straight down onto the food tray as you peacefully snore away without a care in the world.

Ermes once yelled at you to lock the fuck in while you’re three dreams deep, and in response, you just shifted closer and sleepily nuzzled into her chest <3 she froze mid-lecture, blushed a little, but promptly shoved you off.

Witnessing your power is such an eye-opener for her. Your fast reflexes and the way your tired demeanor immediately gives way to a powerful, quick-witted one… you earned her respect >_<

After the first fight, Ermes just came up and smacked you on the back, gruffly complimenting your battle instincts.

Will let you sleep peacefully from that day onwards because she’s at ease knowing you can take care of yourself. She lets you sit next to her on the only soft chair in the Ghost Room, your head falling on her shoulder.

F. F tries to poke your cheek from time to time :> Ermes will slap her hand away, though.

DRAGONA JOESTAR

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Sweet cutie pie.

She finds your drowsiness incredibly adorable. As someone who used to lose sleep due to bullying back in middle school (:((), Dragona loves that it takes so little for you to rest, because it means you’ll always have enough energy.

Also read somewhere that if a person is sleepy near you, it, it means their inner child feels safe, which made her even more protective. She loves Jodio with all her heart and appreciates his effort to keep her safe, but God, his sociopathic tendencies stress her the fuck out. At least her girlfriend is a cute sleepy kitten curling up on her lap and not out there trying to burn down another bus, praise the Lord 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Your switch-up during battles is so impressive. She’ll use Smooth Operators to support and fight alongside you, and secretly, she’s fangirling a little bit inside!

Checks on your wounds while showering you in praises. She wants to brag to the entire gang about how badass you are. Jodio doesn’t show it, but he’s at ease too, seeing that his sister now has a boon to keep her going amidst their troubled circumstances.

I think this will also lead to her little brother respecting you more as an individual. He’ll count on you to protect his sister when time calls for it.

If she ends up spending too much time with you, though, he’ll sulk.

Be on the lookout for a jealous Jodio >_<

YASUHO HIROSE

Honestly, same…

Your weariness is relatable, not in the sense that Yasuho herself sleeps a lot, but rather that she wishes she could have done that. Her homelife is a mess. Yasuho doesn’t remember anything prior to the divorce that ripped her family apart, but she does remember vividly lying in her childhood bedroom, clinging to her phone, her stuffed animal, closing her eyes, and yet still awake and aware hours later under the blanket.

Leading up to the manifestation of Paisley Park, Yasuho lives in constant anxiety; she’s just a normal teenage girl, so why does she have to go through any of these things?

In a way, she’s jealous of your ability to turn your brain off without trying. The sight of you sleeping in her bed years later seemed to heal something inside her. Your carefreeness is what she wishes she'd had, and it’s what she’ll fight to protect.

Ends up babying you as a result >_< needless to say, this girl is in for a surprise when she finds out you’re more than capable of handling yourself.

The way your posture straightens and your heavy eyelids lift to reveal a sharp, focused look. Yasuho finds it a little scary, but also attractive…?

Usually you’ll doze off right after the fight, and Yasuho will be there to catch you and gently lay your head on her lap.

She admires you a lot. Your resilience urges her to become a stronger and better version of herself <3 hopefully someday she can make you swoon too!

MARIAH

You’re amusing to her in a way that a puppy is, bouncing around and chasing its own tail. Which is to say that she doesn’t take you seriously at all.

Looks can be deceiving, but right off the bat, this woman hates you. She’ll make sly, condescending comments about how you don’t belong here meanwhile you’re snoring your ass off and unknowingly getting on her nerves further.

Though never the one to question DIO’s authority, Mariah’s brows furrow ever so slightly, thinking about what part you play in the team. Aren’t you a better lap dog than you are one of his minions?

Seeing you fight, though, her mind is blown. I imagine her still skeptical at first or thinking it’s just a one-time thing and not because in her mind she has decided that she’s better than you.

Her ego also took a massive hit if you were to save her during the battle. Mariah is reluctant for a day or two before arriving to the conclusion that you, yes YOU, are now hers for the taking!

You’ll find yourself literally glued to her side during meetings. Ever the sadist, Mariah will tease you about being a desperate little thing, while in reality it’s just her using Bastet <3

She'll start teasing you a lot about your sleepiness and genuinely start to find it endearing.

Offers her boobs as your pillow <3 she smells like black rose, plus her skin feels so smooth and cool.

Convinced DIO to let you move into her mansion. Her bed is big and soft; you always have the best sleep on there. No complaints here! Mariah practically spoils you with her wealth and affection.

I hope you like an Egyptian-themed wedding…

HOT PANTS

Like Ermes, you’re a test to her patience.

What’s worse about having a teammate who’s chronically sleepy is that, when awake, they don't bother to listen either. Her throat is sore from talking for the last ten minutes, and when she asks you to repeat what she said, you just go: “ah yes… that cloud looks like a chicken" and Hot Pants is like “???? maybe i should have just hung you from that fucking tree”.

Still, there’s no denying how worried she is about you. Your fragility reminds Hot Pants of her brother. A deep wound and a lifetime of guilt—she doesn’t want to see another innocent life taken away.

Will try to toughen you up by manhandling you every chance she gets, though that just makes you w—sorry, I mean, it doesn’t affect you at all!

One night, she went to sleep and woke up with you clinging to her like a koala while drooling on her chest. Hot Pants hastily shoved you off and spent that entire day with her ears bright pink. She hated the way her heart raced at the memory of your warmth.

She wants her riding partner to be strong and reliable… which, to her pleasant surprise, you soon prove to be just that. Also finds it kind of cute that seeing her being targeted in battles is what first triggers your fighter instinct. Hot Pants soon comes to trust you a lot >_<

Uses Cream Starter to inspect your injury afterward. This is where you'll act like you're going to die over a minor scratch or bruise so you can have the excuse to crawl onto her lap and fall asleep on her. By the time Hot Pants realizes she's been fooled, you're already out cold <3

Your constant sleepiness no longer bothers her. She thinks of it as a way for you to conserve energy.

Still, if you're crossing a mountain or a rocky terrain, she’ll drag you over to ride on Gets Up with her <3 she said she doesn’t want you to fall off your horse, but her hands are wrapped so tightly around your waist.

Elusive and tortured after everything she’s been through, Hot Pants finds it ironic how the solace she craves has finally been given to her right in the middle of a race where she can literally die at any given moment.

She never thought about what she wanted if she were to make it out alive; she thinks it’s selfish to just want things… but inexplicably, viciously, she does dream of a life with you. A cottage in the woods where you’ll peacefully spend the rest of your days together. You sitting on her lap as she strokes your hair and kisses your forehead.

Until that day comes, Hot Pants will keep a close eye on you :) you’re so precious to her!

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tags: childhood friends, modern AU (equestrian academy), wholesome but slightly worrying dynamic, 🦖🐇, brief discussion of death, vague allusion to diego's backstory. 

Diego Brando will cease to exist before admitting that a girl has this much of a chokehold on him, but unfortunately, that's the case with you. 

After fame found Diego as a famous jockey and his ego quadrupled his height, most thought that the greatest and most terrible dilemma of his life—namely, his childhood friend—would have been left in the dust. Just like the old saying, right? The day the blind man sees, the first thing he throws away is his guiding stick. 

You kinda wished those people were right... because before you knew it, you're dragged onto First Class, shipped across the Atlantic Ocean, and shoved into the same school as him despite the constant clarification that you have zero interest in horse-riding, let alone pursuing a career in said field.   

But that's fine too, or whatever the arrogant blond said, patting your head. The compromises he made and the strings he pulled under the table feel strangely out of place for someone whose biggest deadly sins might as well be pride and greed, but that's another thing about Diego: he always gets what he wants.

"I don't think I can be a jockey." → cool, then be an equine veterinarian instead. The average local riding institution doesn't offer the whole thing? Just do pre-vet online and farrier/EDT blocks during breaks. You legitimately thought this bitch was joking until you two pulled up to San Diego and there was a brand new, in-school science lab plus a free tutoring service available 24/7, ready at your fingertips.  

"Where do I even stay?" → with him, duh! In the same flat, the same room, the same bed. There's no way in hell he's ever gonna let you out of his sight. 

"I just can't leave my horse back in England!" → no shit, Sherlock, he isn't going to leave his own there either. Autumn Goodbye and Silver Bullet are virtually inseparable at this point, leaning against one another; their noses so close they're sharing the same breath. When the day arrived, you could only stare in pure shock as the lovebirds got loaded up onto a commercial hauler.

    "Told ya it would work." 

   "She requires check-ups every three weeks!" You hugged your head, aghast. "I'm going to kill you if she gets pneumonia." 

Diego rolled his eyes. With one hand on the back of your hair, the blond crashed your face onto his chest. 

"Don't be a wuss. Autumn just needs fresh air." 

Upon landing in America's Finest City™ a few hours later, you're flabbergasted to realize that he's right, again. Aside from the occasional allergies, your steed seems to fare significantly better with San Diego’s heat than the gloominess of England’s sky…

 “What’s for dinner?”  Diego asked on the first night, draped over you like a blanket on the couch. 

“Fish and chips.” 

You said back, not looking up from your book.

“I want steak.” 

“No.”

“Why?”

You flipped to another page, not answering.  Neither of you moved. 

It’s 9 PM, and the nearest Walmart is on the other side of town. 

PDA galore. Nothing too crazy (he still has a reputation to keep), but if you’re within touching distance, this bastard will get handsy: grab your hips, pinch your waist, squish your cheeks just to see you frown and yell at him.

Behind closed doors, you’re functionally a flat surface for him to rest on. Brushing your teeth? Plating dinners at the counter? Diego loves sneaking up on you, either way, and leans his entire body weight onto yours. 

Medium-heavy sleeper; curls all around you like an anaconda and snorts way too damn loud. If you wriggle out of his grasp and manage to reach the edge of the bed, he’s on top of you in five seconds flat. If he wakes in the middle of the night and you’re on a bathroom break, Diego will—no shit—stand outside, all the while banging on the door until either you come out or someone in the building files a noise complaint on you both.  

Make you scrub his boots and clean his riding gear because he’s an entitled little bitch. Just kidding! ♡ Living together means equal distribution of chores. Diego does his part dutifully enough, taking out the trash, vacuuming the room, and doing the dishes, but rest assured that you will never hear the end of it. 

 Talks shit about everyone and anyone he comes across. On the off-chance that it's not someone you like or respect, you double down for some good ol’ gossip sesh in the middle of the dining hall. You never knew true pettiness until you heard Diego during those times, and it's just so fucking funny to see that he isn't so different from the people he called annoying, after all.

His attractively punchable face amassed a gigantic amount of fangirls over the years, both in and out of school. Attention is a drug this prick can’t really say no to, but the blonde swore off his streak of meaningless hookups a while ago when he came to terms with your importance in his life. Still, Diego is Diego, and on the occasion that you two have a huge fight and you’re too stubborn, he’ll purposely entertain a few girls just to see you all riled up.  (You aren’t.) (You just hang out with Hot Pants instead.)

(Sulken and ashamed, he crawls back to apologize later.)

Some days you’ll come home to Diego on the floor where the greeting mat should be and you just sigh, asking if he’s gonna act like he’s dying over a scratched knee or a bruised pinky that he ‘accidentally’ got during practice (he is). It's cute, but it doesn't age well, so now you just nudge him with your foot before stepping over his body… if Diego doesn't pull your leg and drag you down with him, that is. 

Johnny scoffs. Gyro just shrugs it off with a laugh. The most Hot Pants ever did was roll her eyes, but all of them agree on one thing: your patience rivals the saint’s for putting up with him this long. 

Why do you bother? You don’t have a good answer for that. Years in the slum had made a ruthless predator out of Diego before his Stand even developed. Weep less, conquer more. Do whatever it takes as long as you come out on top. A bit of whining can’t hurt; you’ll take a manchild over a dead one any other day.

“So, what’s your pick?”

Diego makes a low noise when your index finger trails the skin of his neck, brushing over the bulge of his Adam’s apple. 

“I would marry that hag.”

Amusement colors his tone, yanking you closer on the mattress. 

“Poison her on the wedding night. Seize aaaall the assets, and then—”  “—put a ring on you the following week.”

An indulgent chuckle left your lips; eyes meeting his in the dim glow of your moonlit bedroom.

“Could have waited at least six months.”

The blonde scoffs, catching the hand sneaking towards his face and nibbling on the digits. 

“Your turn, princess.” 

You hum, propping yourself up with your elbows so you’re face-to-face. 

“I think there are things I can't live without.”

Cradling his cheek with your other hand. 

“But ultimately, I won’t die for them.”

Diego stills, then exhales softly. 

“Not even me?”

You smile. 

Diego looks annoyed. 

“But you’ll die for Hot Pants.”

“I’ll die for her,” you bop his nose; it looks so straight you can practically play slide on it. “But I’ll live for you. I’ll sleep well for you. I’ll eat well for you. I’ll take up as much oxygen as humanly possible—"

“—and as long as I live, you’ll always have a place to belong.” You barely catch Diego’s expression before his face crashes into the crook of your neck. 

 “Amae” (甘え), in Japanese culture, is the desire to bask in another person’s indulgence and feel "at one" with them.

Coined and studied by psychoanalyst Takeo Doi in his 1971 book called 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, “amae” was redefined as the encapsulation of a broader psychological desire: wanting to be taken care of, to be vulnerable, and to have an emphatic, unwavering trust that your dependency—no matter how selfish—will always be unconditionally accepted.

Diego talks a big game, but at the end of the day, if there’s no you, there won’t be him either; his face is the last thing you see before falling asleep, and yours is the first he will seek in a crowd after a victory. His safe little haven.

You ruffle his hair and laugh, feeling Diego’s arms tighten around your waist.

“Hey, 21 Questions was your idea.”

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i have another standalone fic for yan!diego coming up soon. araki drew him so beautifully in the manga but unfortunately my first impression of this bitch was reading an x reader of him last year where he was humping maid! y/n in the library cooing in her ears like a freak. it was supposed to be scary but the author kept referring to him as “the short man” and i couldn’t finish the chapter because I KEPT FUCKING LAUGHING 😭😭 the whole time i pictured him as a 6ft alpha male and turned out he’s not even 5’4???how are you shipped with another woman and she mogged you in literally every aspect ranging from the height, the facecard down to the dick. i’m fucking crying