JJBA Reader Insert One-Shots

Melone x Reader: "One More Time"

Melone had taken quite a peculiar interest in you when you had joined up with the gang. You understood, of course, it was a professional interest: that this was just how his stand worked. He couldn't help but analyze and inspect you as a potential... something. He commented on how you were so quiet and cute yet so feisty and fearless. He didn't mean any harm by looming over you, running his fingers through your hair curiously, sniffing your neck even. Risotto had told him to back off, that you were a new recruit and not a toy (though that hadn't discouraged him from taking a few samples).

Otherwise, he was always very courteous towards you. In fact, he was the kindest to you out of all the other members. Occasionally he might stray too close for comfort leaning over your shoulder to see what you were doing or heaven forbid even asking you to sit on his lap at the dinner table. There were times when you almost fainted from embarrassment when he slipped his arm around your waist or pulled you to his chest. You couldn't tell, however, why he acted like this around you. Other members began to tease you about how he treated you like his little pet, but you didn't mind much and merely shrugged their comments away. But... Was he like this around anyone who was compatable with his stand? Or were his affections something deeper? You were too shy to even ask.

It was a normal day when they were playing cards in the study. Your cheeks were a deep shade of crimson as your arms wrapped round his shoulders. He had invited you to sit on his lap, as usual, as he dealt the cards. You had a full view of his poker hand, though you had absolutely no idea how their intricate and high-stakes version of mafia poker actually worked. He rubbed his palm down your waist, somehow able to both support you firmly in his lap and fan out the cards in his other hand. It usually went along like this, and the gang seemed to enjoy your company immensely as you offered ignorant comments about how the game was going. But today took an unexpected twist. Ghiaccio rolled his eyes and sighed. He was usually a bit temperamental towards Melone about the whole thing, but today it seemed like he was just fed up.

"Come on, Melone. Just because (y/n)'s cute and all doesn't mean you gotta hog the goods." You were completely taken aback that Ghiaccio would actually say something like that. You had thought you were a valued member of the group, a fierce assassin just like everyone else. But, then again, sometimes they treated you like you weren't even there.

"(Y/n), is not just 'goods'," He snapped back at Ghiaccio. You were glad that Melone was standing up for you, but your face still reddened as he gently caressed your thigh. "She's a beautiful young woman who just happens to match all my criteria, and that is why I will not let you lay a hand on her." You gulped as Melone held you back protectively. You knew this was only his way of expressing his care for you, however, it was still a bit strange to say the least.

"And what the hell criteria would that be exactly?" Formaggio leaned back in his chair as he gulped down a drink. "You're not allowed to use her to make another baby soldier of yours–"

"Of course not," Melone cut him off as he set his cards on the table and tilted your chin to gaze into your eyes. You squirmed under his gaze as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Her children would be far too precious to be used so lightly,"

"Well then why are you so damn obsessed with her?" At this point, Melone was slightly taken aback, darting his eyes at Formaggio defensively.

"I am n-not. She's just an intriguing specimen." His grip grew tight around your thighs and you held back a squeak, anger and annoyance beginning to grow in your belly. Ghiaccio laughed as he spat back on a macking tone:

"I thought you said she wasn't 'just goods'." You sighed as you squirmed out of Melone's lap, he reached for your arm but you gave him a vicious glare. The entire room fell silent as you stood.