Sir Rooster

Welcome to the blog!

I mainly talk about JJBA here but I also will randomly post about other things.

This is a mature blog. Forgive me, but your girl gets horny sometimes

I’m a 23 year old lesbian 🩷🤍🧡

Interests:

JJBA (obviously), the Legend of Zelda, and the Lord of the Rings

DMing:

I’m totally open to talking to anyone about anything! I want to get some mutuals, so don’t ever be scared to message me!

Anons: 🐱

18+ minors dni!

Includes: Oral (you receive), shower sex, and scissoring

A/n: okay so this is the first time I’ve ever written smut before, so don’t expect anything mind blowing. I’d love to get some constructive criticism if anyone has any!

With a groan, you drop your bag onto the floor of the hotel room.

“That was the longest day of riding I think we’ve experienced yet,” you sigh as you turn towards Hot Pants, who takes a seat in one of the chairs and starts to remove her boots.

“You can say that again,” she says quietly, clearly tired.

The day had been long, hot, and arduous. A stand user tried picking a fight with the two of you. While the fight was over fairly quickly, your horse rolled its ankle. Not to the point of severe injury, but enough to slow you two down considerably.

“I want to wash this grime off, but I don’t think I have the energy,” you groan as you walk towards the small bathroom.

“How about we help each other?” Hot Pants says with a quirked eyebrow.

“That would be lovely,” you say with a soft smile.

You walk into the bathroom and get the shower started, turning the knobs until the water is comfortably cool. You hear the door shut as Hot Pants walks in. You smile at her again before walking up and helping her out of her clothes.

Her body grabs your attention and refuses to let go. Her skin is soft but doesn’t hide the firm muscles underneath. You continue to appreciate the view until she clears her throat. You look back up at her eyes with a deep blush and an embarrassed smile, “sorry.”

She chuckles as she steps forward and starts to unbutton your shirt, “don’t be, I’m about to look at your body the same way.”

A shocked noise slips from your lips as you look away from her. “You can’t say stuff like that. It makes me feel like my body is going to burst into flames,” you say quietly which earns another chuckle from her.

You feel the fabric of your shirt slowly slide down your body and onto the floor. Your pants follow soon after. Grabbing her hand, you lead her into the shower, sighing as the cool water washes over the both of you, cooling you down from the long, hot day.

“This is amazing,” you whisper as you enjoy the feeling of the water hitting your bare skin.

“Mhm,” Hot Pants hums as she grabs the shampoo, putting some in her hand before starting to rub it into your scalp. The feeling of her nails against your skin almost puts you to sleep.

Your body rests against hers, letting her strength hold you up for the moment as she washes you off. Her hands run gently across your body, rubbing off all the dirt and grime.

Once she’s washed your hair and body, you grab the soap and shampoo from her. Starting with the soap, you gently wash off her soft skin. You can’t help but relish in the feeling of her muscles under your hands. As you wash her, you take a moment to turn her around and massage her shoulders, earning a sigh that makes your cheeks flush just slightly.

Even with this cold water, you can’t help but feel heat growing in your stomach. Trying to ignore it, you grab the shampoo and put some in your hands.

“Sweetheart,” you say softly, “can you lean down a bit? My arms are tired and I honestly don’t want to reach up to wash your hair.”

She turns toward you and smiles before getting down on her knees.

“Thank you,” you say with a smile as you start to wash her hair.

As she kneels in front of you, you can’t help but notice how close her face is to your stomach. Your breath hitches when she reaches up and grasps your hips.

“What’s all that about?” you chuckle as you tilt her head up to look at you. She chuckles in response but says nothing, just shrugs her shoulders. “I thought you were tired,” you say softly with a small smirk.

“I’m never too tired for you,” she whispers against the skin of your stomach before planting a kiss there. Your hands tighten in her hair in response.

With a deep breath, you try to focus on washing the shampoo from her short, pink hair as she trails warm kisses all over your stomach. “You’re making this hard,” you whisper as your hands falter for a moment.

She hums against your skin, sending a vibration through your body that makes you giggle. “Oh, am I?” she asks in an innocent tone.

“Yes, very much,” you gasp again when her hands move to squeeze the soft skin on your ass. You don’t hesitate to lean back against the cold tile walls when she gently pushes you back. She glances up at you with those calm, beautiful, dark eyes. You reach down to move her hair from her face. “I can never deny you,” you whisper as you stare lovingly down at her.

She smiles a bit brighter in response, “neither can I.”

One of her hands slides down to the back of your thigh, lifting it and placing it on her shoulder. The position leaves you vulnerable, but you’ve never felt safer than when you’re with her. Your head falls back against the tile wall as she kisses the highest part of your inner thigh, just avoiding where you need her most.

Your hand moves to grasp her hair, not pulling or pushing, just grounding yourself. You can feel her smile against your skin before moving up slightly. She blows air against your dripping folds. You don’t even remember yourself getting this wet, but you aren’t angry about it.

After what feels like an eternity of her just blowing air against you, she licks a single, almost hesitant stripe up your folds. Your hand immediately tenses in her hair, keeping her close and silently asking for her to keep going.

“Hp,” you whisper, groaning slightly as her warm, wet tongue continues to work up and down.

“Hm?” She hums, just close enough to your clit to make your hips squirm. “You’re teasing me, sweetheart,” you pant just slightly as you look down at her. Her dark eyes flick up to meet your own.

You gasp, but somehow manage to keep eye contact with her as she sucks gently on your clit. A soft moan escapes you as she continues to suck, flicking the bundle of nerves with her tongue every once in a while.

As arousal drips from your core, you can feel her finger trail up your leg, gathering it all before gently prodding your entrance.

“Oh fuck,” you groan as she teases you. “Baby, please stop teasing. I need you.”

She leans back away from you, pulling off your clit with a pop. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was teasing you,” she says softly as she finally sinks her finger in.

Your back arches as you moan when a second finger follows not much later. She manages to find that soft spot in you immediately, hitting it with each thrust of her fingers.

“You’re doing good,” she whispers against your stomach as she stares up at you, “fall apart for me, okay?”

All you can do is nod, not able to form any words other than gasps and moans. Your hands scramble for anything to grab to steady yourself as the coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter.

Hot Pants’ free hand finds your own, holding it tightly, grounding you as she brings you closer to the edge. “Come on,” you barely hear her say over your own moans, “let go, sweetheart.”

After a few more thrusts, your walls clench hard around her fingers, forcing her to stay inside you as your orgasm washes over you.

With weak legs, you slowly sink down to the tile floor in front of Hot Pants. She smiles as she gently pulls her fingers out, washing them off in the water before gently cupping your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” She asks in a soft tone you rarely hear from her outside of these private moments.

You nod as you catch your breath. “Yeah, I’m alright,” you say with a small smile, “but I’m not finished yet.”

She gives you a surprised smile as she watches you shut off the water and slowly stand. She’s quick to join you, supporting you as you get out of the shower.

You stand there for a moment, running your hands all over her body, “I can’t be the only one satisfied tonight.”

Her cheeks turn dark as she watches you with a bashful smile. You can’t help but chuckle as you lean in and lock your lips in a deep kiss.

Her lips are so incredibly soft as they move against your own. It’s not long before your tongues are sliding against each other, playfully fighting for dominance.

Her hands rest steadily against your hips the whole time, holding you close while your hands venture all across her body. You eventually find yourself cupping her breasts. The soft skin barely fills your hands, something she’s used her stand to modify to further disguise herself for her mission, but you couldn’t care less. The soft sounds she makes against your lips as you tweak her nipple is all that matters to you.

You pull back just a little as you continue to massage her chest, “come with me,” you whisper. You start leading her towards the bed, gently pushing her down onto the soft mattress.

You waste no time climbing up after her. Rubbing her legs, you slowly pull them open, keeping an eye on her reactions.

Your cheeks flush when your eyes flick from her face down to her core. It almost takes your breath away. Her folds glisten with her own arousal. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper as you look up at her with a smile, “every part of you. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You waste no time in positioning your hips flush with hers, causing you both to moan from the friction.

“God, I can’t get over the sounds you make,” you moan.

“Don’t say his name in this context,” she says quietly, “please.”

Your eyes widen just a fraction, “oh, of course. I’m sorry.” You lean down, resting your body against hers, “forgive me.”

She gives you a smile, “thank you.”

You smile back at her before leaning in to kiss her softly. “You ready?” You ask as you lean back into your previous position.

She nods with a small smile, bucking her hips up to meet yours.

It’s all the confirmation you need before you start to grind against her. Moans slip out of you as you gently grip her hips, keeping her flush against you.

You can’t help but smile as you feel your arousals mixing, creating a big, wet mess between your legs. You run your hand down her leg to her stomach, feeling the muscles there constrict and relax as she shifts her hips to meet yours. “You’re so beautiful like this,” you moan, watching as she throws her head back in pleasure. The sounds of her soft gasps and moans are like sweet music to your ears.

The twitching of her hips and the way her legs keep shifting exposes how close she is. You keep the steady rhythm that she likes so much as you look up at her face. “Are you close?” You ask softly even though you already know the answer.

She nods, her eyes squeezed shut as she grips onto the sheets tightly. You reach forward and grab her hand, lacing your fingers with her own.

She squeezes your hand as her moans get a little higher in pitch. “There you go, baby,” you say softly, brushing your thumb across the callused skin of her hand as you continue to grind against her. “Let it happen, love, just let it happen,” you groan, getting dangerously close yourself.

You let out a small, surprised squeak when she suddenly lets go of your hand, pulling you down into a tight embrace.

She groans against you as her release comes hard and fast. You follow suit not much later.

You pant as you lay on top of her, trying to catch your breath. A shiver runs through you as her fingers trace along your spine.

“I’m actually exhausted now,” you chuckle.

She laughs softly in response, that beautiful sound you’ve grown to adore. “So am I,” she says softly, “in hindsight, that probably wasn’t a good idea knowing how much riding we have to do tomorrow.”

You hum in response, “don’t remind me.” Cupping her cheek, you take a moment to just breathe together. You gently press your forehead against hers, “are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” she says with a soft smile.

You sigh as you slide off of her, curling up next to her side. She mimics your position, wrapping her arms around you as she holds you close.

“I don’t regret it though,” you say with a smile, “I’d do anything to hear the noises those pretty lips make.”

You laugh as her face turns a deep red. She huffs and flicks your forehead, “shut up.” Her voice is embarrassed, but you can tell by that look in her eye that she doesn’t regret a thing either.

You watch as she slowly gets up off the bed, heading to the bathroom before coming back with a wet washcloth. You can’t help but smile as she gently washes you off.

Grabbing the towel from her, you do the same. Once the two of you are cleaned off and the sheets are changed, you lay back down. She quickly joins you, holding you in a tight, protective embrace.

“Love you, sweetheart,” she says quietly as the two of you start to fall asleep.

“I love you more,” you say with a tired smile.

I also have a Hot Pants x reader smut finished up, but I’m embarrassed to post it lol so I’ll leave it up to you guys

Thank you! I managed to survive lol

It’s really not that bad, I just like to be dramatic. I only had one asshole customer today which is an improvement!

(I suck at titles🫣)

A/n: this is just a random little fic I decided to write. I’m rereading part 5 and all the deaths are making me sad, so I made this where Bruno survives the first encounter with Diavolo and everyone lives happily ever after lol

You pant as you run through the marble rooms of the San Giorgio Maggiore. Giorno runs by your side as you try to find where Bruno is after he lost contact.

“Something’s wrong with this,” you pant as the two of you run down the stairs.

“I agree,” Giorno says in his usual calm tone, but you can sense a bit of worry deep down.

The catacombs are cold when you enter the room. Almost immediately, your eyes are forced to witness your biggest fear.

Bruno lies in a pool of his own blood. The metallic stench fills your nose as you sprint over to him without a word.

The sight only gets worse the closer you get. A sob escapes you when your eyes land on the large hole in his abdomen. “No, no, no,” you repeat as you fall down onto your knees next to him. “Bruno?!” You yell at him, but get nothing in response, “wake up!”

You cup his face, the usually warm skin is now ice cold. Giorno runs up not long after, gently pushing you back.

“Help him,” you say quietly as tears run down your face. Your hand grips onto Bruno’s cold, limp hand as you watch Giorno activates Golden Experience.

The room fills with a soft, warm glow as Giorno works. Your eyes stay locked on Bruno’s face, waiting desperately to see that spark of life that you love so much return.

Tears blur your eyes as blood seeps into the fabric of your pants. You make no move to wipe the tears, frozen in place as you wait for Giorno to finish.

The only sounds that can be heard for a while is your quiet sobbing and Giorno quietly mumbling to himself.

“I’ve done what I can,” Giorno says softly. You watch as Bruno’s body remains motionless and cold. His eyes are vacant, staring off into nowhere. Breaking down into a loud sob, you rest your head against Bruno’s chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

A hand rests gently on your back, one that you believe is Giorno at first. “Why are you crying?” A soft voice cuts through your mind, a voice you had thought you’d never hear again.

Your head shoots up and your eyes lock with Bruno’s. You stare at him for a moment before grabbing his face. “You died. Your heart wasn’t beating, I didn’t hear it,” you sob as he slowly sits up.

“It’s okay, cara,” he says softly as he holds you close, “just breathe. I’m okay.”

You continue to cry as you hold him as tightly as you can without hurting him again. He gently brushes his hand through your hair to help you calm down.

“What the hell happened here? Where’s Trish?” You ask as you finally sit up. Bruno wipes the stray tears off your cheeks.

“It was the Boss,” he says quietly, “this whole time, he wanted us to bring Trish here just so he could kill her himself.”

“What?!” You gasp softly as you look over to where Giorno is helping heal any of Trish’s wounds. “There’s…,” you hesitate, trying to find the right words. “What are we going to do now? You just tried fighting the Boss, I can’t imagine he’s still going to be buddy-buddy with us now.”

Bruno sighs and starts to stand. You quickly stand up, steadying him with your own body. Your hand rests over the area where the large hole had been. “You should be taking it slow,” you say quietly, trying to keep yourself from crying again.

“We need to get out of here,” you hear Giorno call over to the two of you.

“We’re going to defect,” Bruno says quietly to you, “that was the last straw.”

With a solemn nod, you help Bruno walk out of the cathedral and back to the boat. “Never do that to me again,” you say quietly as the two of you step out into the open air, both still covered in his blood.

“I promise you,” he says softly, “never again.”

Thank you🫶

Oooo good idea! Thank you!

(Part 6)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A/n: Okay, so this one gets a tiny bit angsty and mentions child abuse. It doesn't go into detail, but if that subject matter makes you uncomfortable, I'd skip this part.

You cover your face as you walk into the safe house, making a beeline for your room. Once you’re in there, you close the door and slide down onto the ground. 

Your brother.

Any time you think of your brother, you can’t help but feel an immense amount of guilt for leaving him behind. It’s something you haven’t even told Bruno over the years that you two have been partnered together. You’ve always tried to keep Haruno out of Passione’s knowledge, not wanting to drag him into this world of violence.

Your breath hitches as tears flow freely from your eyes. You left him in an abusive household. How could you ever forgive yourself?

The sound of knocking grabs your attention as you quickly try to stop yourself from crying. 

“Hey,” Bruno’s soft voice reaches your ears from the other side of the door, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine,” you say, voice cracking in a way that makes it obvious that you’re lying.

You can hear some shuffling from the other side of the door before hearing a soft thud. You can tell that he’s sat down against the door in a way that mirrors how you’re sitting currently.

You stay silent for a while, the only thing that can be heard is your quiet sniffling.

“I’m here for you,” Bruno says quietly, “I always am.”

You eventually decide to stand, pulling the door open a fraction so that he doesn’t fall over. You glance at him through the crack. He looks back at you with those big blue eyes of his. They are filled with worry. His brows furrow as he sees that you’ve been crying. You watch as he stands quickly before gently pushing the door open.

As he steps in and closes the door behind him, you walk over to the bed. You lie down facing away from him, not wanting him to see you in such a vulnerable way. You can feel the bed sink as he lies down behind you, pulling you in close to his body.

This is far from the first time you two have laid together. The first happened not long after the mission in Venezia. That near death experience gave you frequent night terrors that sometimes still show up even all these years later.

“What’s going on up there?” Bruno asks, his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he taps your forehead.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell a single soul,” you whisper as you grab the hand that rests on your waist. 

He squeezes your hand, “of course I won’t, I promise.”

You bring his hand up close to your chest, holding it close. “I have a brother,” you say quietly, already getting choked up again. You can feel him press his forehead against the back of your head. “I-,” you hesitate to start your sentence, knowing that once you do, you're going to expose your whole past to him.

“I’m right here,” Bruno says softly, “you can trust me.”

You take a deep breath before nodding. “I grew up in an abusive home,” you say quietly, “before we moved here, my mother was absent all the time, so it fell on my shoulders to take care of my stepbrother, Haruno. It was hard but bareable.” 

You can feel Bruno’s thumb gently brushing your knuckles in a comforting manner. “It got worse when she had us move here so she could marry a man she met. He was abusive. I don’t want to go into the details, but my mother kept him from hurting us too badly.” Your voice wobbles as a small sob escapes you, “I had to get out of there, but in doing so I left my brother behind. I left him there, Bruno. Alone. What kind of sister does that?”

You can’t stop the tears from falling now. You fall silent as your breathing gets more rapid. Bruno lets go of your hand and gently turns you to face his chest, pressing you against him in a tight hug.

“You wouldn’t have been able to survive out here if you had to take care of him as well,” he says calmly, “you were a twig when Polpo and I found you the first time.”

His fingers run gently through your hair, “if he has even a fraction of your determination and strength, then he’ll be fine.” His hand slides to gently cup your cheek, “look at me.”

You hesitantly bring your watery eyes up to meet his. Your breath catches slightly at the soft look on his face. “You did what you could at that age,” he says softly, “don’t let yourself feel ashamed for protecting yourself.”

You lean into his hand as he wipes some of the tears that slip from your eyes, “I love you,” you whisper before you can stop yourself.

Your eyes widen and you immediately pull away from him. “I didn’t mean to say that,” you say quickly, “that’s not what I meant.” You can feel your face start to burn as Bruno stares at you silently for a moment.

“What would you say if I told you that I loved you too?” He asks softly.

“I-,” you blink a few times as you try to comprehend what just happened, “what?”

Bruno laughs softly as he sits up to mirror your position. He reaches up and brushes some hair from your face. “I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you in that alleyway.”

Your eyes feel like they're about to pop out of your skull from how wide open they are. “Are you serious?” You whisper.

“Dead serious,” Bruno responds, “I thought you just viewed me as a really close friend and so I was content to take that position and protect you from there.”

You shake your head, “that’s stupid. You should have said something.” 

You can’t help but laugh at the situation, just seconds ago you’d been crying because of your brother and now confessing your love for Bruno.

“I love you,” you say with a more confident tone.

“There she is,” Bruno says with a smile, “I love you too.”

Your gaze flicks down to his lips, something he catches which causes a smirk to form on said lips. “Do you like what you see?” He chuckles.

“Shut up,” you huff and look away, a deep blush covering your cheeks.

“Come here,” he says softly as he turns your face towards his. You follow his lead without a second thought, closing your eyes as the two of you get closer and closer.

A sudden knocking at your door causes the two of you to jump. 

“Sorry to bother you, but I can’t find the bathroom,” Fugo’s voice carries through the room. Bruno pulls away with a sigh as he stands. He gets halfway to the door before turning back and planting a kiss on your forehead. 

(Part 5)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

A/n: We meet a new (familiar) face in this one!

You and Bruno watch as a young boy easily trips up the owner of Libecchio after refusing to pay for his food. Glancing over at Bruno, you raise a brow, silently asking if this is someone we should go after. 

Bruno nods before standing and walking over to the two. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but the owner eventually sighs and leaves as he shakes his head. Bruno and the boy share a word before Bruno turns back to the table you’re sitting at. 

Realizing you’ve been giving the boy an unintentional stink-eye, you force a more welcoming look on your face. You catch the way Bruno, subtly chuckles at you as he sits back down in his seat next to you. The boy sits down, watching the two of you with calculating eyes.

“So, who are you?” you ask the boy.

“Fugo,” he says simply, “and you?”

You share your name before leaning back, letting Bruno take the lead. 

The kid is smart. Incredibly smart for his age. It’s something that you and Bruno can’t pass up on considering the fact that neither of you finished school due to joining the mafia at such a young age. 

Bruno asks him why he’s having to dine and dash when he should be in school. Fugo’s face scrunches up a bit and his fists clench. You quickly note his temper and the unpredictability of it.

“Sorry, that was a bit insensitive,” Bruno says calmly, “what I really mean is that I don’t want your intelligence to be wasted. Which is why I want you to join the two of us in our gang.”

The boy watches the two of you quietly for a moment. You watch him just as closely. He shrugs after a moment agreeing to join Passione to work under Bruno. 

“You’ll meet with Polpo in prison,” you say simply, “he will determine if you have the potential to join Passione.” You lean forward and place your elbows on the table, “he’s an interesting person to say the least. If you truly want to join the gang, get on his good side.”

Fugo nods, glancing at Bruno when he stands. “Follow me,” Bruno says, “I’ll take you to him.”

You wave at Fugo as he leaves, “good luck,” you call out to him. You can’t help but rub your neck where the arrow had punctured you, a painful feeling you’ve never been able to forget.

With a sigh, you finish up your food and venture back to the safe house you and Bruno have been staying at. You busy yourself with various tasks around the house before going into the backyard to practice with your stand. 

As the sun sets, you decide to finish up and head inside, happy with your training for the day. You wipe the sweat from your forehead before heading back in.

“Well hello there, sweaty,” a soft voice calls out to you from the kitchen. You jump slightly, not expecting Bruno to be home just yet. 

“One, rude,” you say with a chuckle as you sit down and watch him cook, “two, how’d it go with Fugo?”

“Good,” he says with a nod, “he’ll be a good person to have on our side. We just have to hope he’s able to manifest a stand.”

“I think he will,” you say as you rest your head on your hand, “he’s managed to survive this long.” 

“True,” Bruno says with a shrug. He passes you a plate of food and a fork, “I looked into his past while he was talking with Polpo. Apparently he went to University at 13. While he was there, a professor attempted to assault him and he defended himself by bludgeoning him with an encyclopedia. He got kicked out and disowned after everything.”

You hum in a thoughtful tone, “that explains why he got so tense with your comment about school. You think he’ll be able to control his temper with us?”

Bruno gives you a thoughtful look as he plates his own food, sitting at the table next to you. “We’ll see,” he says softly, “we need to know if he’s even able to manifest a stand first.”

He glances up at you, watching you closely for a moment, “how do you feel about him?”

You think for a moment, “I think he has the intelligence we’ve been needing. My only hesitation is how wishy-washy he was about joining Passione. It makes me wonder if he’d really be willing to turn on the boss when the time comes for it.” Your last sentence is quiet, almost hesitant to bring up your decision to go against the boss.

Bruno reaches out and grasps your free hand, “we’ll cross that bridge when the moment comes. If you think we can trust him now, that’s all we need.”

You squeeze his hand with a small smile. 

The two of you meet Fugo the next day at Libeccio. You can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief when he walks in the door. “So, you survived,” Bruno says with a smile, “welcome to Passione.”

Fugo is rubbing his shoulder, no doubt that’s where he got stabbed. You give him a reassuring smile, “have you seen your stand yet?”

He gives you an odd look when you bring up the stand, almost seeming nervous. You quirk an eyebrow at him before sideyeing Bruno. Fugo nods, “yes, but it’s,” he hesitates, “odd. I don’t want to show it here.”

You nod, “we can go to the courtyard outside,” you say with a small, reassuring smile as you stand. The three of you head outside, making sure it’s empty before letting Fugo release his stand. You’re a little taken back by the aggressive look of it. Bruno, out of instinct, positions himself slightly in front of you.

“What are its powers?” Bruno asks as he watches it wearily. The stand is frothing at the mouth, hunched over and growling slightly. 

Fugo shrugs, “I don’t know,” he says quietly.

“Just try punching something,” you suggest with a shrug as you peer around Bruno’s shoulder. 

Fugo turns to the stand before looking back at you with a look that screams, ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’ You give him a thumbs up, “if anything happens, I’ll use my stand to pull you out of the way.”

You step to the side of Bruno, giving yourself a better viewpoint while keeping a hand on his back. Fugo nods before letting his stand punch a nearby tree. A plume of purple smoke explodes from the stand’s fist. You watch as the smoke engulfs a nearby lizard. It immediately starts to convulse before melting into a gross pile of goo. 

“Jesus christ,” you say quietly with wide eyes as you watch the stand. A bit of wind blows the smoke onto Fugo’s hand which immediately starts to bubble. He yells out in pain as he stares at his hand. You don’t hesitate to use your stand to wrap around Fugo, yanking him away from the dissipating smoke and towards you and Bruno. Bruno grabs the boy and uses Sticky Fingers to remove the diseased part of Fugo’s hand. 

“Are you okay?” you ask Fugo as you grab his face to look directly at him, a small part of you remembers back to when your brother got bit by a snake when he was little. You pull away when you realize that you’re treating Fugo the same way. Fugo groans softly as Bruno makes sure his hand is completely ok.