#Pucci x reader

[cinnbar-bun]

Monster (JoFoes x Reader)

Characters: Dio Brando (PB), Kars, DIO (SDC), Yoshikage Kira, Diavolo, Enrico Pucci, and Funny Valentine (sorry I have not finished JJL yet so no [spoiler])

Prompt: "He's a wolf in disguise / But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes."

Summary: Their "love" for you comes in many different, untraditional ways. Some more dangerous than the others.

Rating: Mixture of SFW + NSFW, but please mind the warnings.

Notes: Reader is GN! and no specific body parts are mentioned for them. Spoilers I guess for their plans? Reader is a human in all of them, Reader replaces Shinobu + Hayato's roles, not much NSFW for Pucci's part in all honesty, FV is a widower (no Scarlet involved).

Warnings: Toxic relationships, MAJOR power imbalances for all of them (maybe minus Kira's). Heavy religion mentions for Pucci (although Reader is not specified to be Christian). This isn't soft or lovey-dovey (but I can do one later), so pleaseeeeee do not read if those kinds of topics make you uncomfortable.

Word Count: ~4.5k (kill me I lost my mind writing this)

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Dio Brando (Phantom Blood) 

He most likely was pursuing you long before the mask ever took hold of him. He didn’t do it out of pure love- more likely it was for entertainment and as a chance to hold another thing over Jonathan. 

Dio despises how Jonathan attempts to be friendly with you and often will do what it takes to turn you against the poor guy. 

He doesn’t even know why he is so adamant Jonathan stays away from you, even more so than with anyone else. He feels a possessiveness towards you that cannot be contained or described in words. 

He masks most of his disturbing thoughts and possessiveness for you underneath a facade of charming elegance. He’ll play the part of a picture perfect boyfriend for as long as he needs to. 

But even he has to admit he has trouble holding back all these disgusting feelings for you. You frustrate him in a way few ever have and ever will. 

Despite his haughty attitude over Jonathan and his eagerness to get ahead, Dio is actually grossed out by himself tremendously with you. He recognizes after getting wasted once again that he is just like his bastard of a father, Dario, and it settles in a gross pit in the bottom of his stomach. 

It’s wretched, honestly. While he continuously acts bigger and better than ever to get you to fall further for him, he refuses intimacy or overtly physical gestures. Sharing Dario’s blood with this body makes him sickened at attempting to do anything like that with you. 

Compared to his earlier brazen behavior, when he begins to get possessive and attached to you, he almost retreats and refuses to allow himself the chance at intimacy with you. 

However… once he puts on the mask and rejects his humanity, Dio becomes a whole new wicked beast. 

While he still has sentimental feelings for you, his aggressiveness grows almost tenfold. 

Likes to have you sit on his lap while he strokes your head and monologues about his ideals or shows you horrifying imagery. 

Blood. Lots of blood. 

You’re the only one he attempts to keep alive and refuses to let the others feed off of. If you are to ever be used as sustenance, it is by him and him alone. He gets actively violent against his subordinates if they even think of touching you.

In this stage, he’s more open to intimacy. A bit more, but not at his full peak (we’ll get to that later). 

However, the arousal he has is mostly fueled by his bloodlust and hunger. Feedings of you tend to occur after one of his many minions causes some chaos or he gets word of more destruction and feels a possessive streak. 

He is pretty sensual, taking his time to showcase how much stronger he is, how much better he is now that he has become an undead horror of the night. But that sensuality is still layered with a hint of hunger and obsessiveness towards you that he cannot contain. 

He’s less controlled about his feelings now towards you. His eccentricities make him more likely to just take you randomly at anytime without a care of what is going on around him. And he will verbally tell you them aloud now, enabled by his own inhumanity. 

“I can smell your fear, darling. Your heart is pounding fast… tell me, do you desire something more than this innocent petting, dear?” 

Loves to bite you and leave marks on you. He likes to have his fangs scratch against your skin before he sucks on that spot. His favorite places include your neck but also in more hidden places like your inner thighs. 

Your blood is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He’s addicted to the taste and savors it more than a fine wine. He has to remind himself to take it easy because as much as he loves your taste, you’re still mortal and he has to keep you alive. 

Kars 

As a Pillar Man, he does not think highly of humans like you. You are a mere mortal, and where you belong is below him. Hardly even worth a glance at all. 

But for some reason, despite your status, he found himself protecting you from an encounter with someone trying to rob you late at night. He doesn’t even know why he jumped in to do so, but the look of reverence and awe in your eyes at his display of strength made him… intrigued. 

He doesn’t hold back. He tells you everything, because, really, what are you going to do about it? You couldn’t escape even if you tried. 

And now, you live your life as his human… pet? Partner? Servant? Thing…? 

He’s very unclear about it. Some days he ignores you, and other days he mulls over his thoughts to you while he strokes your head. 

Kars rarely ever gets aroused. He’s not a primitive beast and he’s very focused on his goals. 

But, intellectually, he is curious about how you behave around him. He kind of likes the attention you give him and he recognizes how you’re affected by him physically. 

One thing he’s super proud of? His voice. He knows how his voice can turn you on and drive you mad. He likes to get close to your and have his breath tickle your skin before he whispers words of praise for you doing so well for him. 

“Oh, little one, you’re shivering. Are you afraid? Or are you excited?” 

His favorite thing is to get you incredibly aroused while barely touching you. 

Enjoys you riding his thigh- you look like a wanton little beast who can barely contain themself from him. 

Kars likes you vocal, so that means you better be moaning, groaning, gasping, sobbing, and thanking him loudly. He doesn’t care who hears. If you try to hold your voice back he gets rougher to have you be louder. 

Most of your intimate encounters will be him getting you off in order to humiliate yourself/hear you praise him. But in the few times he does find himself craving your body, be prepared. 

He is huge. That doesn’t need to be stated but he’s big. Muscular. Strong. Tall. And he’s got full control of nearly every fiber of his body. As the perfect being, he knows he’s well-endowed and uses it to his advantage. 

Some days he’s merciful and likes to take his time and prepare you. He’ll coo to you as if you are a mindless little animal (you probably will be after how well he stimulates you) and praise you for taking him so well.

“How precious. Control your breaths, pet. You can���t be this exhausted when we’ve barely begun yet. Now… relax yourself.” 

Other days, he’s merciless and will use you without abandon. His cruelty and dominating nature comes out full force. 

“Hmph, is this how you treat your new god? Beg better, or I’ll stop. You should be grateful I even deign to touch your mortal body.” 

Although he insists he is not affected by your presence or that you are but a toy for him to entertain himself with, if someone were to threaten to harm or take you back (ie. Joseph/Caesar), he will step in and put an end to that foolish thought. 

“It is unwise of you to think that you will take what is mine away from me.” 

DIO (Stardust Crusaders)

A Dio fully in touch with his desires with little remorse or care. This new body of his makes him more confident and lecherous. 

The many ‘victims’ that take up his bedchambers are usually fodder he disposes of quickly. And the ones that are ‘lucky’ enough to escape are very few. 

You happen to be fortunately (or unfortunately) be his favorite. And being Dio’s favorite means many things. 

You get special privileges almost no one else receives. Only you are allowed to caress and touch him so brazenly and easily, and only you can get somewhat mouthy with him. 

He spoils you with fancier foods and drinks to fill you to your heart’s content. While others can argue over scraps, he gives you the opportunity to sit on his lap and feed him. And if he’s feeling nice, he’ll feed you too. 

You also are practically immune to anything, so long as you keep remaining his favorite. If a minion tries something with you? Dead. Someone from the ‘harem’ insults you? Dead. Hell, a bird made too loud of a noise? Dead. He finds it hilarious to inflict damage due to his whims and somewhat twisted obsession with you. 

“Hoh? Does it please you, knowing your lord is willing to go to such lengths to keep you safe? Now, what will you do to showcase how pleased you are?” 

Most people catch on very quickly to stay away from you, lest they face an untimely death. 

But it does mean he expects you to serve his every whim quickly. He’s so demanding with you, annoyingly so, actually, and he does it to mess with you. You’re his favorite but he will still be a joker with you. 

He feeds on you often, but is in enough control to reign himself from taking all your blood. Sometimes he “jokes” that he just wants to drain you dry, but it’s up in the air. 

Dio is pretty selfish in bed. Often he lays back and expects you to ride him, like a good pet should do for their lord. Go on, earn your keep. 

He enjoys clawing at your skin and caressing the scratches he leaves on you later on. 

Is not ashamed of making a public spectacle of you if he feels like it. Get used to him continuing to pound into you while Hol Horse attempts to give him a report update. 

He takes his frustration and anger out on you physically. When he gets news that the Crusaders have foiled another batch of minions, he might go get his violent (and bloody) fill with a few random mortals, then return to you and sternly tell you to get on your knees. The stone cold expression on his face makes the room drop a few degrees and he will not talk much in these sessions. 

Dio likes putting you in difficult situations for the thrill of it. Your reactions are always interesting, solidifying his interest in you. 

He does admit that he’d probably never put you first above his plans (which he seldom talks about except when you two are relaxing after an intense night) and sardonically chuckles that he may enjoy you now, but it can all change if you stop being ‘fun’ for him. 

But when Hol Horse attempts to grab you to threaten Dio, Dio’s face hardens in a way no one has ever seen before, and Hol Horse immediately aborts the plan. You’ve never seen Dio look that terrifying before. 

He doesn’t speak of that event again, instead telling you to return to the room and stay there. 

Expect him to keep him closer and have a tighter grip around you. 

Yoshikage Kira 

Hiding in plain sight has never been so easy for Kira after having his face switched with the poor sucker at Cinderella salon. 

He could lie a bit longer, play pretend as a dutiful husband as this random man whose appearance he has taken. 

He returns home to see you, the partner of the man he just took over, and he knows he’s in for trouble. He’s going to have to not only fend off suspicion from everyone else in town, but especially within his own home. He no longer has a safe space and it frustrates him. 

He has never been in a formal romantic relationship, but he attempts to act ‘normal’, keeping some distance but still ‘polite’. 

You don’t seem to suspect much- or maybe you’re just so happy to see some changes in your former husband- and always like to chat with Kira. At first he finds it dull and grating, despising how you talk about nothing useful. 

But he can’t be too bland, so he’ll respond back. Usually one word responses and the like just to satiate you enough to get him off his back. 

However, you’ll occasionally discuss a topic he is more interested in and then he’ll give you more of his personal opinion on the subject. Kira didn’t expect to find some comfort with having another person to share these discussions with. 

And while he hated the fact his normal schedule before acting as your husband changed, he slowly starts to grow fond of his new routine with you. Waking up and receiving a goodbye kiss before he goes off to work has become his new morning energizer. Coming home to see the table set with you waiting for him makes the nights a bit more pleasant. 

He’ll never really recognize if he enjoys this for real or if he’s doing this to keep up the act of a ‘good husband’. He’ll just let the days continue to go on like this while he loses the others off his back. 

Although, one thing that really took him off guard was your heavy affection and sexual desires for him. You have nice hands, he’ll give you that, but he was so taken aback by your behavior. Apparently, throughout the whole night when you dressed up extra nice for him and made him his favorite meal and were complimenting him and swooning over him- that supposedly meant you wanted to take him to the room for some bed breaking action. 

He honestly was so shocked that this was what your behavior meant and he had take a moment to recollect himself. Kira declined that first night because he truly has never had sex with another person, less so someone he was pretending to be married to. He was not mentally prepared for that to be thrown at him.

After calming himself down in a few days, he does attempt to be more physically intimate with you. 

Yeah he’s mostly focused on your hands at first. He still doesn’t recognize if he actually loves you yet, but he won’t decline you giving him a handjob or stroking your hands over his toned body. And he’s always ready to be licking your hands. 

After a few more times of these rather awkward and selfish sessions, he does pay it back and begins to explore your body more. He finds himself fascinated with how your chest rises and falls with every shaky breath and moan you let out. He likes the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

His compulsive tendencies do appear in the bedroom, and he does let them out, but they honestly come off as roleplay. It’s kinda hot to hear your normally calm husband just huff and lecture you while he bends your body around roughly to ‘set you straight’.  

“Enough of that. Seriously, can you not even put yourself together correctly? If you can’t dress properly, then don’t bother wearing anything at all.” 

He’s way too deep into this marriage life with you, getting extra frustrated if anyone dares to disturb whatever you two have going on. 

Diavolo 

He falls in lust first. He hasn’t learned his lesson from the last time. Diavolo is a heavy believer in the concept of ‘Fate’, but he believes he is the ‘King’ who can overcome it. 

Surely… ‘fate’ wanted you to be his subordinate. 

You do a wonderful job, you never ask any questions that are unnecessary, and you never stray too far from what he’s asked. You always manage to get the job done in your own, unique way. 

You’re his most trusted subordinate (underneath Doppio), and Diavolo can’t help but feel that selfish urge to contain you as a part of him forever. You’re attractive, so cunning, and so loyal to him- something that makes him believe you were meant to be ‘his’. 

He’s run from his past for so long, but that makes him cocky. If you were to somehow lose his interest, he surely would overcome this ‘challenge’ and defy your fate, too. You’ll never know what hit you. Not to mention, he completely believes he’ll be able to keep you in check and under his thumb. He’s learned that much from his time.

So he lets himself be known to you, after all, good servants deserve some ‘rewards’ from their king, do they not? 

He is a cruel man in bed, doing almost everything in his power to exert his control over you and dominate you. 

Bondage, toys, threats, punishments, and even using King Crimson are not too out of line for this sadist. 

He enjoys overstimulating you, loving the way you babble nonsense and tell him it’s ‘too much’. 

The louder and messier it is, the better. Anything to show you who is the one in control and in charge, and where your proper place as his most devoted servant is. 

He insists on a BDSM lifestyle outside of the bedroom too. Diavolo is not short on funds, so he’ll gift you an expensive accessory (probably with built in tracking on it) as a ‘reminder’ of who you belong to. 

But knowing Diavolo, it’s a veiled threat. Fail to comply with his demands, fail to be entertaining to him, or worst of all, fail to keep his trust- you’ll be dealt with swiftly. Choose wisely when he ‘graciously’ lets you roam free. 

He’s pretty giving otherwise. His constant jumping from villa to villa or hotel makes him take you with him and allow you some luxuries in those areas. You will always have a private suite away from the rabble and be able to relax. 

Diavolo finds it sweet that you’ll trace the paisley tattoos/markings on his arm (sorry I like tattoos so uh-). He’ll let you do it for a bit, all while smirking down at you in amusement. 

“Enjoying yourself, tesoro mio?” 

Gets incredibly angry at the thought of someone touching you or finding you. Not purely out of love- but as a desire to keep you to him. If someone figured out your relationship with him, he’d have to swiftly deal with them and possibly you to keep himself hidden. 

He does trust Doppio to escort you and take care of you, allowing him to be perhaps the only other person to see you physically and take you around wherever Diavolo needs you to be taken. 

Surprisingly, Diavolo likes to listen to the opera and will play some records for you both to listen to while you both unwind or he is working on mundane things for Passione. 

Enrico Pucci 

A master manipulator who believes everything he’s doing is for your own good. He meets in the prison- you’re down on your luck, but you’re earnest and seeking redemption. How could he not want to give you the peace you’ve been searching for? 

As the chaplain of Green Dolphin, he does get more access to you than others get, as well as allowing you the chance to take a break from your prison activities to talk or assist him. 

He believes the chance meeting with you, you who was so pitiful in the chapel and begging for anything to comfort you in your hard time, was another mechanization of “gravity”. 

It was simply fate to meet you, and it was fated that he had to be the one to save you. Perhaps this was a second chance at something he needed to do to be redeemed. Perhaps this was him seeing a kindred spirit within you.

Pucci takes it upon himself to offer you counsel or give you a moment of reprise. Once you two get closer, he begins to encourage more discussion and debate from you. 

“Humans are powerless to oppose fate. Wouldn’t you agree on that?” 

But Pucci is obviously not the completely helpful priest he acts as, as his more sinister and rough behaviors come out the more he is ‘pulled’ to you. 

Pucci does continue to use Whitesnake as a mouthpiece, often to voice more ‘warnings’ to you so you do not get scared of Pucci directly. Obviously Whitesnake is just a separate being from Pucci, and you have nothing to worry about, because you obviously were not planning on doing anything to jeopardize Pucci’s goals or ideals, right? 

He uses his authority and standing in Green Dolphin to get his way. Whether it is ridding of annoying prisoners or guards who bother you, or having you isolated as ‘punishment’ for perhaps doing something he didn’t like, Pucci will pull as many strings as he must. 

Only he has your best interests in mind, and only he is the one who can give you salvation and the hope you long for. He is your ‘fate’ so long as you comply. 

He has to admit, he is curious to get your Memory DISC to see all your memories. But he recognizes that would possibly be a step too far (he has some boundaries, he thinks) and attempts to get you to admit your memories on your own. 

Incredibly attentive and will recall anything you’ve told him with 100% accuracy. It can be comforting and nice when you want to vent or talk to him. Do not think you can lie your way around him, though. Whether you’ve intentionally lied to him or not, he will promptly correct you and tell you to be truthful. 

Pucci believes the Heaven Plan will save you and make you more willing to accept your fate. He confesses to you that what he’s doing will make you happier, will make you more free, and will make your tears dry up. 

Although he says that, sometimes, when he looks at you, he does get those same feelings from before he met Dio. Those dreams of running away, running far away and committing blasphemous acts with you, much like those of the novels he’s read. He brushes them aside and counts prime numbers to rid himself of those ideas. He’s so close to his goal. 

“Enough, Pucci. Enough. You’ve committed to this. You’re doing this for the good of humanity. Even if it’s hard, they’ll understand. They’ll come to learn to love their new life and accept their fate with a smile.” 

Funny Valentine 

Funny prioritizes public appearance and his goals over his private life. Despite Scarlet being gone from the picture, he isn’t all that distraught. But being a ‘widower’ does give him some sympathy from the public that he uses to leverage good PR. 

And you are such a helpful assistant to him. You always have everything under control, every plan together, and whatever he may need quickly finished and given to him without him having to utter a word. 

That competence is quite attractive to him, more so than your physical features (which he does enjoy and did catch his eye before). 

He thinks to himself as a joke that he’d just adore having multiple copies of you running around the White House (and in the room) thanks to D4C, but he knows how dangerous it would be to play with your life like that. You’re so useful to him now, so he’ll care for you. 

Funny pulls lots of all-nighters, especially during the Steel Ball Run, and that means, likewise, you are too, as his devout assistant. This does mean he’s more tired, but also more personable than his stern public face. 

Sometimes he rambles about anecdotes from his time in the army or working as a senator. Sometimes he’ll tell a bad joke that makes you laugh from the fact that the strong president would say such a strange thing out of nowhere. But sometimes, he’ll admit how lonely it is, being the most powerful man in America. Especially without anyone beside him. 

He takes advantage of the sob story he has to get you to be more vulnerable with him. And when you comfort him and offer him some help, he is quite happy internally that you did exactly what he hoped you’d do, but outwardly acts humble. 

“How kind of you, dear. You needn’t worry about my nonsense, though. You aren’t on my payroll to be my personal therapist. I already stress you enough, as is.” 

But you insist and who is he to deny you? 

It doesn’t take long after that for your relationship to go beyond professional boundaries. A touch here, a longing gaze there- and Funny has to admit he enjoys the thrill of having a secret affair going on with his assistant right under the nose of the rest of the workers there. 

And, scandalously, Funny is a freak. A really freaky guy. 

Don’t get fooled by his professional nature and good posture that he displays for the newspapers. Funny is perhaps the most experimental and freaky man on the list, willing to try almost anything at least once (and it does give a good excuse to take you to his chambers). 

He indulges in plenty of kinks; bondage, domination (whether you or him), roleplay, exhibitionism- it doesn’t matter. 

But he will try to reign himself in because he is the president, even if he’d love nothing more than to have you on his desk and weeping for him. His biggest kink is roleplay, and in private, he will want to be addressed differently. This must go on at all times behind closed doors. Failure to adhere to his rules or attempting to embarrass him publicly will result in punishment. 

“You little brat! Have I not been clear on what you were to do? Or were you hoping I would take matters into my own hands? Hm, since you seem to enjoy acting so improper, perhaps I shall reteach you manners. Lay down, now. I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming.” 

Funny can look calm during any arguments he has with you, thus making him a tough man to debate. He is authoritative and believes he knows what’s best. While some backtalk is fine for the most part, after a while he puts his foot down and tells you to stop. 

But then you two see each other after you’ve calmed down, and he holds you while apologizing. He’ll insist he loves you very, very much, but he’s just under so much stress and while you may have your heart in the right place, there are some things that just can’t go as you like. 

Possessive when it comes to you, keeping you monitored by guards and by his side almost 24/7. You weren’t planning on betraying the country you love so much, were you, dear?

[joestarfoundation]

Jofoes: First Time. . .

Modern!AU. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: Happy Valentine's Day to everyone! Listen to Cupid, but not the Twin Version, listen to the original in Korean. Remember, love yourself more than anyone else

Jofoes x Fem!Reader

First time with them

Pucci, Funny Valentine: I think he would take you in missionary position, with your feet on his shoulders (or lower), slowly entering you. His pace would be slow but hard, his eyes would be fixed on your breasts, while he praises and degrades you <3 But still, don't even think about holding your moans, because if you do, you will be brutally fucked nsfw link

Both Dios, Diavolo: mf would be rough, and really, I mean it, he would be ROUGH. Yes, maybe it's your first time, before the action, he would leave several marks on your collarbone, neck, the occasional kiss, but he would focus more on intercourse. If you're lucky, maybe in the first few minutes he'll be gentle with you, but as time goes by... he'd end up fucking you hard without mercy, and very possibly degrade you. You must know that you'll lose your anal virgnity w/ him, so if you were waiting for him to enter your pussy, I'm sorry! nsfw link

Kars, Kira: In this case, his cock is so big, you would have to relax first. Here more priority will be given to foreplay, I think he would like that more than the action itself, but of course he's dying to feel your virgin pussy around him. There are parts of your body that he simply finds wonderful, and of course, there will be plenty of kisses. Once the action starts he's going to go hard, but it will not feel abrupt, on the contrary, it would even be awkward, in a good way, of course. He'd notice your bouncy breasts, and since you are his favorite person, he'd call you his goddess nsfw link

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[naomijoestar]

hii!! can we have ‘getting a hard on from their crush’ but for the stone ocean guys this time? (especially puccii <3)

if you can write it ofcc, tysm in advance—i <3 ur work sm

Masterlist here <3

I love this so much👀 I hope you enjoy this and I’m sorry for the late reply! And I’m so glad you love what I put out omg😭❤️ Also to anyone who has requested something and I haven’t replied yet dw I’m not ignoring I will be working on it when I get the time!

characters: pucci, anasui, weather report, versus, rikiel, johngalli A, jotaro 6, DIO 6

warnings: slight NSFW

Stone Ocean men getting a hard on from their crush

Enrico Pucci

You and Pucci are seated in his private study at Green Dolphin Street prison. The atmosphere is quiet and composed, the soft shuffle of papers the only sound until you stretch your arms over your head, exposing just a sliver of skin beneath your shirt

Pucci is a man of immense control—both over his emotions and his body. Yet, when you arch your back, extending your arms and giving a soft sigh of relief, his eyes betray him for just a moment. The way your body curves so naturally, with the faintest hint of skin revealed, sends a surge of unexpected heat through him

He tightens his grip on the book in his hands, lowering it to mask the way his breath hitches. His body reacts in ways that make his internal struggle flare. He feels the stirrings of desire—a reaction he knows all too well, but one he fervently resists

“You must be tired,” he says, his voice steady but his hands gripping the leather-bound book just a bit too hard. His gaze drops, betraying a flicker of something primal as he watches the smooth lines of your body relax into the stretch

You catch him staring, but it’s the tension in his face that gives him away. His mouth is a firm line, his brow slightly furrowed as if he’s silently chastising himself. His mind wrestles with his faith—he is a man of God, devoted to a higher purpose. He shouldn’t be feeling this. It’s wrong

“This… temptation,” he murmurs quietly, almost to himself, though you catch it. “It tests my faith.”

There’s a brief silence before he turns his head away, trying to regain his composure. He doesn’t move, though; his body remains stiff, his legs crossed in a way that might seem casual to you, but Pucci knows better. He’s hiding the physical reaction that he knows his religion would condemn

“I am a servant of a divine cause,” he continues, his voice low, as if reminding himself of his purpose. Yet, despite the words, his eyes glance back at you, betraying the conflict raging inside him.

Narciso Anasui

Anasui and you are sitting side by side, your legs barely touching, in a quiet corner of the prison yard. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and you’ve just kicked off your shoes, stretching your legs in front of you

Anasui watches intently, trying to act like he’s simply enjoying the scenery. But when you stretch, your legs extending, feet flexing, the fabric of your pants tightens slightly over your thighs. His breath catches as you lean back on your hands, your body arching in a way that makes his gaze linger on the curve of your waist

He’s never been shy about how he feels—he wants you, and he’s made it clear before. But now, seeing you stretch like that, casually and completely unaware of how it’s affecting him, his heart pounds harder, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His body reacts instantly, a rush of heat pooling low in his abdomen, and he can’t stop his eyes from tracing the lines of your body

“Damn,” he mutters, his voice low but unmistakably turned on. His usual confidence falters slightly as he feels a throbbing intensity building beneath his clothes, and he casually moves a hand to cover his lap, trying to play it off

You glance at him, catching the way his eyes darken as they linger on you. Anasui quickly shoots you a crooked smile, but there’s something more heated behind it. “You’re making it really hard for me to focus right now,” he teases, though the rasp in his voice gives away just how serious he is

He leans in slightly, his shoulder brushing yours, and you can feel the tension radiating off him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he adds, his gaze drifting from your face to your legs, then back again, his desire barely contained

Weather Report

You’re walking with Weather Report through a misty part of the prison, the air damp and heavy around you. You stop to fix your shirt, the movement causing it to ride up slightly, exposing the curve of your hip

Weather has always been composed, even detached at times, but something about the way your fingers absentmindedly tug at your clothes makes him hyper-aware of you. When your shirt rides up, revealing a hint of skin, his eyes instinctively drop to the exposed sliver, and a spark of heat ignites in his chest

He stands still, watching silently as you adjust your clothes, his pulse quickening in a way he hadn’t expected. Normally, Weather is calm, his emotions buried beneath layers of quiet. But now, with the fog swirling around the both of you, creating an almost intimate atmosphere, his body reacts in a way that surprises him

His gaze lingers on you, his mind wandering into dangerous territory. The warmth building inside him is unfamiliar but not unwelcome. His breath comes out a little heavier, and he silently curses himself for being so affected by something so small, but it’s no use

“You’re… distracting,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, the words sounding almost like they weren’t meant to be heard. He swallows, hands tightening at his sides as he tries to will his body into calming down, but his desire is like a steady pulse, growing harder to ignore.

You catch him staring, and his usually unreadable expression falters for a moment, revealing the heat behind his eyes. He glances away quickly, but the air between you feels charged now, and you both know that he’s struggling to keep himself in check

Donatello Versus

Donatello and you are hidden in a secluded part of the prison, away from prying eyes. You lean back against the wall, stretching your arms over your head, your shirt pulling tight over your chest

Donatello isn’t the type to hold back. When he sees you stretch, the way your body curves and your chest rises with the motion, he feels a jolt of arousal shoot through him instantly. His eyes darken, tracking the movement of your body, and a slow smirk spreads across his face

“You really shouldn’t do that in front of me,” he says, his voice thick with heat, clearly enjoying the effect you’re having on him. He makes no effort to hide the fact that he’s staring, his gaze dropping to your chest before meeting your eyes again with a smoldering look

His body responds immediately, and he doesn’t bother to conceal it. He steps closer, his presence dominating the space between you as he tilts his head, his smirk widening. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire

The tension between you is palpable, and Donatello’s arousal is obvious, the way his body presses closer to yours making it impossible to ignore. He’s not the type to hold back—if anything, the way you’ve turned him on just makes him want to push further, to see how much closer he can get

Rikiel

You and Rikiel are sitting in a dimly lit room, sharing a quiet moment. You shift your position, lifting one leg and crossing it over the other. The movement causes your shirt to rise slightly, revealing a smooth line of skin along your waist

Rikiel isn’t someone who’s used to feeling in control of his emotions. His anxiety and inner turmoil often cloud his thoughts, but right now, all he can focus on is you. The way your body moves so naturally, the way your shirt rises just enough to reveal your waist—it sends a wave of heat rushing through him

His breath catches, and he quickly glances away, his heart pounding in his chest. But his gaze keeps flicking back to you, unable to resist. He feels a stirring deep inside him, something primal that he can’t control, and it frustrates him

His body betrays him, his hands trembling slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, crossing his legs to hide the obvious reaction forming below his belt. Rikiel can’t believe how easily you’ve gotten under his skin, how just a simple movement from you is enough to set him on fire

“I-I wasn’t staring,” he mumbles, his voice shaky and unconvincing. He’s embarrassed, his face flushing as he feels his arousal growing, but there’s also a strange excitement pulsing through him. Rikiel is torn between wanting to hide his feelings and giving in to the desire that’s building inside him

Johngalli A.

You’re at the firing range with Johngalli A., watching as he adjusts his sniper rifle. He’s focused, precise, but when you bend over slightly to pick something up, the movement draws his attention to the curve of your back

Even with his limited eyesight, Johngalli A. is hyperaware of his surroundings—especially when it comes to you. The way you move, the subtle sway of your hips as you bend down, it all sends a ripple of desire through him that he’s not prepared for

He clenches his jaw, his grip tightening on the rifle as he feels a sudden rush of heat. His normally calm demeanor falters for a moment, and he struggles to maintain his focus. His pulse quickens, and he shifts his stance slightly, trying to hide the growing tension in his body

Johngalli A. isn’t one to let his emotions show, but this time, it’s harder to keep everything under control. He silently curses himself for getting distracted, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, his mind filled with thoughts he knows he shouldn’t be having

“You’re a distraction,” he says quietly, his voice rougher than usual. His body reacts before his mind can stop it, and he feels the unmistakable tightness building beneath his clothes. He adjusts his stance again, but it’s clear that you’ve gotten to him

Jotaro Kujo #6

You’re both in the visitor’s area of the prison, sitting across from each other. As you lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, your shirt shifts slightly, showing off the curve of your chest

Jotaro is usually impossible to read, his stoic expression rarely giving anything away. But when you lean forward like that, his eyes flicker down to the exposed skin, and for the briefest moment, he loses his composure. His breath hitches, but he quickly averts his gaze, clenching his fists on the table

He can feel the warmth rising in his body, his muscles tensing as he fights to keep his reactions in check. Jotaro prides himself on his control, but right now, with you so close, it’s slipping. His body responds instantly, a tightness forming in his pants that he tries to will away, but it’s no use

His eyes flick back to you for a second, and you catch the dark, heated look in them before he looks away again, his jaw set in a firm line. He shifts in his seat, crossing his legs under the table, trying to make his reaction less obvious. But Jotaro isn’t as composed as he seems—his mind is filled with thoughts of you, and his body is reacting in ways he’s trying desperately to ignore

He clears his throat, his voice rough and deeper than usual. “You should be more careful,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of something more in his tone. Something he’s not used to feeling, and it’s making him restless

DIO #6

Dio and you are standing in a lavish, candlelit room. You’re admiring the art on the walls when you reach up to adjust your hair, arching your back in a way that accentuates the curve of your body

Dio’s gaze is fixed on you, his eyes narrowing with a mix of hunger and admiration. The way you move so casually, completely unaware of how intoxicating you look, drives him wild. His desire for control, for power, is suddenly eclipsed by a more primal need

His body reacts instantly, heat pooling in his abdomen as he watches you stretch. He steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He can feel the tightness in his pants growing, but Dio revels in it. He enjoys the feeling of desire coursing through him, and he’s not one to hide it

“You’re exquisite,” he purrs, his voice low and dripping with lust. His eyes trail over your form, unabashed in the way he drinks you in. Dio is always in control—except for moments like this, when the sight of you turns his calculated demeanor into something much more heated

He steps closer, towering over you, his presence almost suffocating. “Do you know what you do to me?” he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. There’s no mistaking the fire in his eyes or the way his body leans toward yours, craving more

���👀👀👀 I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it… No joke this might be one of my favorite works thank you for requesting (I might have been giggling and biting my lip while writing this… Maybe…)

If you liked this make sure to check out my other work! If you’d like me to write anything specific for any character/squad from parts 1-7 you can request it <3 My request rules + master are in my pinned post!

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STONE OCEAN

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x miraschon, weather report, rikiel, foo fighters & pucci.

warnings: none! ooc!rikiel ?

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: f-fleabag moment !? i had to sorry <3

notes²: ALSO, if these are getting boring and repetitive i apologise, my brain is fried rn, ily !!!! BUT maybe I'll do another part of these with characters that didn't make the final cut hehe

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

[vladtepesishot]

Enrico Pucci romantic and NSFW headcanons/scenarios

notes: happy pride fags; wrote this from the perspective of a PRISONER reader and Pucci is younger in this scenario, so obviously pre-Stone Ocean + sorry if there are any misconceptions or errors, i'm not american and english is not my first language :)

• Your love story is definitely a slow burn with a lot of mutual pining

• Just like any priest, he'll keep you a secret from prying eyes, away from any judgement.

• DEFINITELY will ask you to stop attending mass (if you even went in the first place)

• But you won't have any problems with privacy, because he has the authority and the trust of other prison guards.

• I see him as a very gentle and a bit 'old fashioned' partner who will pay a lot of attention to the details: For example, he will tie your shoelaces for you, straighten your shirt collar, tuck your hair behind your ears and other small acts of care.

• Still gripping onto his faith, Enrico will try not to pursue your body, since according to God's Word premarital sex is a mortal sin.

• In a desperate attempt to maintain his purity in the eyes of God, he will get married to you in the prison chapel - a marriage only known by you, him, and God. There will be rings, but they will rather serve as a formal gift, since nobody shall know about your relationship.

• After that, your relationship finally became sexual. Unlike many christian men, Pucci won't feel entitled to your body for his own sexual pleasure just because your his spouse (in the eyes of God) now.

• Your sex life mainly consists of quickies in the room allotted to him by the prison. From time to time he will bribe the guards so they will make sure no one bothers you for a few hours. By nature, he's a tender and attentive lover. With him the squeaky old bed in his small cramped room seems like the actual heaven. Very needy from his previous abstinence. Sex with him is the fusion of your souls above anything else. Extremely upset from not being able to sleep together and too much bribery will bring a lot of unnecessary suspicion. Won't ever be rough or animalistic. The sex is only on the bed. Will treasure every second spent with you and will try to make the most of it.

• (If you're not serving a life sentence)

Everyday Enrico imagines your life together. His greatest fantasy is starting a family with you and making your marriage official. Will actively help you with your parole. When you're finally free, he'll quit his job and convert to a branch of Christianity that allows it's priests to marry.

• (If you're serving a life sentence)

Despite your happiness together, he can't help, but think about the future. This can't last forever. Will you just stay together till the end? He still has other possibilities in life, maybe one day he'll grow tired of his job and will consider quitting, but will be unable to do so because of his fondness of you. Most likely, he'll pull himself together and quit his job, leaving you here, despite holding you so close to his heart. If he still longs for you, he'll pay you visits, but definitely not for long.

[randoimago]

Day 10 - Body Swap

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Enrico Pucci

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): I never write for Pucci (mostly because no one requests him) so it was definitely interesting to try and come up with an idea for this prompt with him.

When Pucci woke up, he was not expecting to see himself in anything besides his priest garb. He felt different upon waking up and looking around the room, he knew something had happened. An enemy stand user is what first came to his mind, one with a disk he hasn't collected.

Pucci gets up and moves to find a mirror, wanting to see exactly what happened. He can look at his hands and clothes all he wants to know that this body isn't his, but he wants to see the face to try and use it to return to himself.

For a split second, he wonders if this is a test. If this is another trial he has to go through to reach heaven. Pucci looks into the mirror and sees a face he doesn't recognize.

So he goes about, finding means of identification. He tries to find information about this person that he is currently occupying. The more he learns, the more curious he is to why they were chosen for his mind to wake up in. He doesn't find any relation to the Joestars or DIO while searching which makes him more intrigued and curious. And then the phone rings.

He answers and hears a different voice from his come out, but he supposes that makes sense. On the other side of the line, he recognizes his own voice and a small smile crosses his face at the idea that you decided to just call yourself to learn information.

You seem to be as much in the dark as he is. Unfortunately, since he can't see your face, he doesn't know how much of your confusion is for show. But he chooses to trust you for now.

Discussion is made between the two of you, trying to learn about this situation and each other. The conversation is pleasant with you both speaking and learning more. There's even some chuckles and laughs exchanged as you're finding lightheartedness in this.

But the discussion is cut short since you're being called away. He does give you some advice to help you with the tasks he's supposed to take on before you hang up the phone. Pucci hums to himself and decides to learn more.

It could be seen as creepy with how he'll look at any family photos you have hung up or just looking in your room to keep in mind the things you enjoy. He doesn't know if his growing fascination is due to the situation at hand or what. But he knows that the more he's learning about you, the more he really wants to know you.

He has half a mind to travel to the prison so you both can be face-to-face, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to put you in harm's way. Especially when he knows that his goal to reach Heaven should be first on his list. When that happens, then he'll find you. But for now, he'll trust that this stand or whatever wears off. Until then, there's still much he can learn about you.

[soupbabe]

Hey love!! We're moots, but I feel like we just don't talk enough and I literally LOVE talking to you! You bring me genuinely so much joy <3

And if you are taking requests, I'll take some Pucci fluff if you're down!

Hope you're doing well and being awesome as always <3

Pucci Relationship Headcanons

Aaaa same!! I love just popping into your asks and just (lovingly) annoy you with random one piece thoughts!! Very fun hobby tbh, you and anyone else is v open to do the same to me too!! <33 also since you didn't mention anything specific, I hope some basic fluff headcanons are okay!!

- Pucci is a very passionate, but reserved lover

- Like he's not all that into PDA, he isn't the biggest fan of pet names, but he shows his love in small details

- He takes note of everything you do, what you like and dislike, etc, and applies it all the time to the relationship

- Head empty only Pucci waking up early and packing you a lunch on the days you have to work !!

- He'd pair it with a hand written note too, detailing what he packed and how much he loves you!!

- Pucci isn't all that reactive, though I think a great sign of a flustered Pucci is him refusing eye contact and him trying (and failing) to hide a smile

- He gets embarrassed sometimes when you kiss him, especially in public. Doesn't matter where, it softens him up a little

- Pucci is a very serious guy, he has trouble letting himself relax. Having you around makes him less tense

- Oh he's definitely the kind of guy to believe in soulmates !! Like the concept of two people fated to be together is so up his alley

- Also thinking about sharing clothes with Pucci

- He's built himself a nice wardrobe and I can see him being a man that runs cold, there's bound to be some sweaters that you claimed as your own

- Even if you're too big or too small for his clothes, he's going to sneak in something closer to your size so you can still have that experience and be comfortable

- Don't confront him about it, he's gonna play stupid, and commit to the bit

- Affectionate gaslighting ig

- And the same applies to your clothes, I can see him wearing a shirt of yours underneath his uniform!!

- Pucci can be a lil sentimental. As a treat.

[midnight-talescape]

𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇(𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒾 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 26: Spectrophillia

Did I leave it on a cliffhanger? Yes.

It was supposed to be longer but I ran out of my time because my boss added 4 hours to my work day without warning.

So I might do a 2nd part or edit it to be longer later.

Also quite shit plotline, it was originally supposed to be priest pucci x ghost reader.

Might elaborate on that later.

Warning: ghost sex, gaslighting, yandere, very very non con, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 2.2kish

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There it was again.

Its been a month since you moved into this mansion and weird things has been happening ever since.

At first you thought it was just your imagination, or the building itself. It was a old mansion after all, you heard it was almost completely burned down in the past before, so it was only natural if things are a bit rickety.

But you couldn’t stay optimistic for long.

Your things started going missing, before appearing in places you definitely did not put them in and then there was the sound of a man whispering something you can’t hear.

And it’s only been getting worst.

You can feel the ominous presence of someone in this mansion. Their gaze seem to always be on you, watching your every move with hunger’s that you can’t ignore.

Neat message were scrawled onto parchment paper and gift were left behind on your table (at least you can only assume it’s a gift) with no sign of who left them.

And it’s starting to freak you out.

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He watch silently from the corner of the room as you enter, your eyes scanning the space nervously. He can sense your discomfort, the way your body tenses at every creak and groan of the old mansion. It's almost cute, how easily you're spooked.

He drifts closer, and the air around you seems to chill slightly as he draws near, an unnatural coldness that prickles your skin. You shiver involuntarily, and he could practically feel the fear radiating off of you, and it made his heart race.

Oh, how he love making you squirm.

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Just as you was about to head out, you let out a surprise gasp when you felt the unmistakable feeling of someone grabbing onto your wrist.

You quickly spin around, trying to see who or what just grabbed you.

But there was nothing there, just empty air and the oppressive silence of the mansion.

Yet, the unmistakable sensation of icy fingers wrapped around your wrist remained, a phantom touch that sent shivers down your spine.

And as you watch, a bloom of dark purple began to spread across your skin, the sickening imprint of his ghostly hand taking shape.

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He stared at the bruise forming on your delicate wrist, surprise flickering across his features before turning to excitement. His ghostly fingers drifted closer, caressing your skin and reveling in the sensation even if his hand can no longer make contact.

He was getting stronger by the days, and soon he will be able to do more, much more then just touch you for a brief moment.

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You opened the door when you heard the knocking, a sigh of relief escaping your lip when you saw Pucci outside, a gentle smile on his face.

“Father Pucci, right?” You ask just to make sure, you will feel awful if you dragged some innocent person into your mess,

You haven’t been able to get a good night sleep for days. Your dream were more often then not filled with the ghost that seems to haunt you.

Filled with his touch, his voice, and the lewd promises he will make to you as he bend you to his will.

You will wake up with bruise and hickey all over your body and no memory of how it got there.

Granted you didn’t need your memory to figure out what happened.

The dream was telling enough.

Just as you were considering maybe you shouldn’t have taken the offer of a free abandon and now very haunted mansion, you have found a bible left in your mailbox, with a phone number to a priest.

Priest can perform exorcism right?

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The sight of you was almost enough to make him forget his own name. You looked tired, dark circles under your eyes no doubt from the lack of sleep, and your body tense. But none of that matter to him when you looked at him with those beautiful eyes.

A soft sigh escaped his lip as he tried to stay professional and fight off the sinful thoughts you always aroused within him.

“Yes that would be me.” He glance down at you, pretending to not notice a single one of the bruise and hickey on your skin, “How may I help you, my sweet child?”

You were so innocent. So clueless to his presence, and it take all his self-control to not pin you against the wall and make you his.

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He watch silently as you wave goodbye, your body swaying slightly as you turned to grab your keys and open the door. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of your body, the scent of your perfume filling his nose and making his head spin.

He had been trying so hard to gain your trust, pretending to be a priest and performing an exorcism to rid the mansion of the supposed ghost. But seeing you with someone else was almost enough to break his facade and show you who he truly was.

He knew it wasn't really your fault, you were clueless to the effect you had on him. So how could he expect you to not have friends or speak to others.

But that doesn't mean he won’t teach you a lesson.

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He watch as you stretched out lazily, your body sinking into the soft mattress.

Oh, how he wished he could join you, to wrap you in his arm and feel your body pressed against his.

Ever since he conducted the so called exocircism he had make sure to tone down his haunting and let you had some good night sleep.

But he was done giving you your freedom.

He felt a surge of anger coursing through him as he remember the man he saw earlier, the way you spoke and laughed together. It was clear you were close, and the thought made his blood boil.

It’s time for him to show you what happened when you dare talk to other people.

He lean over you, his ghostly hands keeping you pinned down as you struggled helplessly beneath him. He could feel your body trembling, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps as you realized that you couldn’t wake up from your dream.

“Don’t you understand? You don’t need anyone but me, my sweet child…”

When you heard his voice you wanted to ask him who he was and why he seem so fixated on you.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t open your eyes, could barely move as you laid helplessly under him.

He reveled in the way your muscles tensed and relaxed under his touch. He knew you could feel everything, even if your body wouldn't obey your commands.

He watched as tears began to leak from the corners of your eyes. Smiling, he lean down, his lips brushing against your ears as he whisper into your ears, "Shh... don't be afraid, my dear child," his voice was low and soothing even as his grip remained firm.

His hands roamed over your body, ghostly fingers slipping beneath your clothes to caress your soft, supple skin. He could feel every inch of you, could map out the dips and curves of your figure with his touch.

He pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving behind marks that would no doubt bruise in the morning.

As you whine at his kiss, he strip you down until you were bare beneath him. His hands moved with a practiced ease, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your navel, before sliding up to cup the soft mounds of your breasts.

He knew every inch of your body by heart, had memorized the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast, the dip of your waist. And now he could finally claim what was rightfully his.

"Be a good girl,"

He could feel your heart racing beneath his touch, could hear the hitch in your breath as he gently squeezed and kneaded the your breast.

He knows that every touch, every caress is unwanted, yet you are powerless to stop him. He can feel your terror, your helplessness, and it only serves to fuel his desire.

He know he should feel guilty, knew that what he's doing is wrong. But he can't help himself. He's been watching you for so long, had grown to crave your touch, your attention.

He needed to remind you who you belong to.

One of his hand moved down to press against your thighs, forcing them apart as he ran his fingers along your slit, teasing the sensitive folds before pushing two fingers inside you without warning, before he started fingering you roughly.

You could soon feel the pressure building inside you, your body responding to his touch against your will. But just as you were going to cum he pulled out his fingers.

As you let out a pitiful whimper, he positioned his cock in between your legs. With a single thrust, he forcefully entered you, stretching your tight walls around his cock. You let out a choked sob, your body jerking as he fills you completely.

He start to move, setting a brutal pace as he pounded into you relentlessly. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with your whimpers and his grunts of pleasure. He could feel every inch of you, could feel your body yielding to his touch.

He watch as you writhed beneath him, your body arching off the bed as he pounded into you mercilessly. He could feel your pain, could sense the way your body struggled to accommodate him.

His cock had felt like a block of ice inside your warm, wet pussy. The contrast between the coldness of his ghostly form and the heat of your body was almost painful, sending shivers down your spine with each brutal thrust.

You could feel every vein, every ridge of his shaft as it pushed deeper inside you, stretching you wider than you've ever been before. It felt like he was tearing you apart, like your body was being ruined on his cock.

With every stroke, he hit that spot deep inside you, the one that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Your walls clenched around him, trying to push him out, but he just pressed deeper, his hips snapping against yours. You felt like your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure.

Your body jerked with every thrust, your hips moving instinctively to meet his as he pounded into you over and over again. You could feel your nectar soaking the sheets beneath you, the room filled with nothing but the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin.

He fucked you for hours, his stamina never wavering, your pussy was raw and aching from his abuse. Your body sticky with sweat and your nectar, you look absolutely ruined by him.

When he finally reached his climax, his seed poured into you like a gush of icy water. It felt like he was filling you with liquid ice, his cum so cold it burned as it spread through your womb.

You could feel it pooling inside you, could feel it starting to leak out around his cock as he finally pulled out of you. But it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you again and you soon lost consciousness as you drift into a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up the next morning with a groan, you could feel the ache in every bone, every muscle of your body. It was like you had been hit by a truck, run over again and again until there was nothing left but pain.

As you slowly blinked open your eyes, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your pajamas were intact, but your skin was marred with bruises and bite marks. It was a gruesome sight, like a canvas painted in shades of purple and red.

You let out a choked sob when you felt the pain coming from your pussy, you slowly spread your legs with a wince and your eyes widened in shock when you saw the dark liquid seeping out of your abused cunt.

It wasn’t a dream

Shivering you quickly picked up your phone and dialed a number,

“…F-Father Pucci?”

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He thought that when he died he will go to heaven.

Or hell as so many people have believed he sinned.

What he hadn’t expected was to be trapped in where ever this is.

He look around the mansion once more, his hand phasing through the wall effortlessly, like it had done so many time since he had open his eyes again.

As far as he was concern, it looks like he had become some sort of trapped spirit, only being able to travel as far as the garden before being force back into the mansion.

What a disgrace.

To think that a man of god like him had become nothing but a trapped spirit in a abandoned mansion.

To be denied even the passage of afterlife.

Oh how far has he fallen.

His head jerk up when he heard the sound of doors being unlock. His eyes widening as light flooded the abandoned building, and someone walk through the door.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Suddenly all he can hear was the sound of his beating heart as his body filled with a indescribable need.

You are his savior.

Whether you like it or not.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello hello, omg I'm so excited after reading the Pucci Fic, thank you so mf much, I love it with my entire being! So could I please request a part 2 to it? Thank you sm sm and I hope you're having a lovely day🖤🖤✨️

Thankful - Pucci (pt.2)

notes - I know it's been a long ahh time since I wrote the last part, but I have been thinking about Pucci a lot and needed to write for him lol I hope you enjoy and thank you so so so so much for the request! (here's the first part if you needed a refresher <3) word count - 396

"Are you allowed to fall in love?" you asked Pucci on one of your many visits to his office.

His face flushed red. "Wh-Why do you ask that?"

"I'm just curious."

"Anyone's allowed to fall in love," he told you. "I just put my faith in God and have decided to opt out of the regular human life."

"That doesn't sound like any fun at all." you teased.

Every day, without missing a beat, you would end up in Pucci's office, listening to stories, telling stories, and becoming closer and closer with every visit.

"Why a jail?" you asked, picking out of a bowl of cherries.

"What do you mean?"

"You could be at a nice church and actually use your skill. But you decided to work at a church. Why?"

"Everyone needs God, right? I go where people are afraid to touch."

"Well, I'm glad you're here," you said under your breath.

"And I'm glad you came to me." He slid his hand to yours and you looked into his dark eyes.

"Pucci, we can't do this." You quickly looked away, blushing.

"Do what? Whatever could you mean?" He intertwined your fingers with his own.

"You just said-"

"Oh, who cares," he chuckled. "No one has to know."

Only on one or two occasions had you and Pucci broken a few of his rules. Sometimes, at night - when no one was watching - you would walk through the garden in the back of the jail and talk just like you always had. Once, you even shared a kiss underneath the stained glass as the moon lit it up.

But never once had you thought it would lead to anything.

And now you were falling in love.

"It's okay," he whispered, mint breath dusting your face.

You looked at him and smiled before glancing back at your hand that was locked with his own.

"I don't want to get you in trouble." you said.

"Like I said. No one has to know."

He grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb and looked into your eyes.

God, what had you gotten yourself into?

He brought his lips to yours, but before any kiss, muttered a prayer under his breath.

He let himself kiss you longer than he ever had before. He let your arms wrap around him.

If you weren't heaven, he didn't know what was.

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[the-illiterate-pirate]

Could I request headcanons to Anasui, Weather report and Pucci with S/O on their period

Hi sorry these might not be the best, I literally have no clue how to take care of myself during that time of the month....normally I'm just up up up and going running around at work because everyone knows if you're running away your period pains can't catch up to you

♡

Weather Report

•This man runs warm, and he's mindful of your mood changing and the soft look of pain in your face when your cramps are at there worst.

•If he needs to Weather will lay you down on top of him, a warm hand on your belly to help combat your cramps, and a hand in your hair. He's pretty sure the best way to get through it all is to sleep, and by god he will not stop you

•Likes to share chocolates with you uwu

•He also makes sure your very well hydrated! Once you finish a water bottle, the tiniest blink and he's already replaced it

•Doesn't mind buying you pads/tampons/whatever it is you need, this is very important btw. He may need a little help but don't be embarrassed to ask him! Weather is just ready and roaring to help you through your week in hell <3

Anasui

•Full mother hen mode

•He's isn't the brightest when it comes to subtle hints, but he's prone to overreacting once he finally finds out

•Dumps you on the couch, buries you in blankets and heating pads and fuzzy socks, along with your favorite foods and lots of liquids

•Wouldn't dare to leave your side, unless it's to switch out the DVDs you're watching

•I'M SORRY I HAVE TO SAY THIS ANASUI IS 100% THE BF WHO SNAPCHATS YOU "ok babe I'm at the store what size p**** do you wear" I'M SORRY

Pucci

•Ok tbh out of the three Pucci is the most embarrassed about this all. Like ofc he wants to take care of you!!! He just doesn't have a lot of history with the ladies y'know...

•Nervous but eager to please! Will buy you snacks or just about anything you ask of him

•When it comes to feminine products though... He's a wreck. He's clueless but intrigued. They never taught this in bible school

•Ends up coming back home with three different sized boxes of pads and two boxes of tampons for you to try. He means well!!

•In the end maybe it's best to just ride it out at home, snuggled into his side, after this week's over he really needs a lesson on this time of the month

[nicherayyy]

Hello. Can I request Pucci and female child reader?

Reader is raised by Pucci to be a nun, since she was adopted by the church when she was abandoned in front of it when she was a baby.

Thanks!

YAS! Pucci appreciation squad!! he’s actually one of my fav jjba villains 

Pucci and Fem! Child Reader

Religious themes, fluff, a little angst at the beginning

It seems this morning started well. Too well, honestly. But of course, something had to happen. And now, Pucci is standing in front of a small basket with a newborn in it. It’s not a thing he expected.. ever, to happen with him. And a child.. how cruel could be the parents to leave their own offspring by the church’s door?

No baby supplies, not even a note. They really wanted to get rid of that small thing. Pucci’s heart sank. So young, and already not wanted.

“Oh my”, Pucci heard behind him, it was one of the older nuns. She came closer and peeked in the basket. “Is that?”, the nun gasped in pure shock, she didn’t expected to see something like that either.

“Indeed it is”, Pucci turned his gaze to the basket again, not believing that this is really happening. 

“Oh poor thing”, she immediately took the child out of the basket, slowly rocking it in her arms. 

“What are you waiting for?”, she looked at the priest sternly “We need to clean them up”. 

After some cleaning Pucci held in his arms a child who turned out to be a girl. He couldn’t take his eyes out off her, still not believing in the reality of it all. It makes him think about his sister. 

“So, what’s our next move?”, the nun asked. 

Honestly, Pucci wasn’t sure if it was a wise decision, but after a few seconds he replied confidently: “We’re keeping her”.

God has reasons for everything, after all. 

So now, you’re living in church, congrats.

Adores reading to you. You're such an attentive listener, especially when you can't talk.

Always takes you with him. Oh, you can’t walk yet? No worries, he’ll just hold you. 

You made friends with the other kids from church. You guys are having a great time. 

Tries to spend time with you at least once a day. It can be a shared dinner, or just a nice talk.

Of course one of your first books was the bible. Pucci is very serious about your religious studies. If there’s something you can’t understand then he always is here to guide you. 

You heard a lot of stories about Dio. Pucci tells you about him as your bedtime story. Well you’re not complaining

“And what was next?”, you asked curious, already laying in your bed.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, for now have a good rest, we got prayers tomorrow”

Nuns simply adore you. You’re so sweet, how could they not?

The priest always makes sure how proud he is of you. After some time he considers you as his family, as his daughter.

When you grow older he just loves to have some good conversations with you. When you don’t have to do chores you two just lay down and talking about everything. 

“Do you know how many people visit the Louvre every day?”

Overall he’s a good father figure to you. 

[jellyluchi]

Pucci x Reader; Pillow Talk

A/N: You've got mail! I was so happy to write this fun piece for @uminozerol !! I love the dynamic she has for these two! ☺️💕

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Word count: 1k Genre: SFW, fluff, Content warnings: no warnings apply, reader has green eyes and green hair based on the commissioner's OC! Summary: You request your boyfriend to read you a book just to tease him with your drowsiness.

“Read to me.” 

Your tone is rather demanding, something Enrico doesn’t appreciate but also finds himself being intrigued by. With your dinner almost completed, you confessed to having a particular ‘bedtime request.’ Truth be told, Enrico could never deny you, no matter the occasion, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say so to you, his naturally stern demeanor communicating otherwise. 

“What is this sudden interest of yours, doll?” He inquires, trying to understand the inner workings of your mind more clearly. While his mind thinks of a logical reason, he’s completely unaware of the emotions that motivated your tone. Looking into your pale green eyes, he scrutinizes you, making a pretty rosy blush color your cheeks, you only shrug in response, not changing your determined expression. 

“Very well…” 

Enrico’s bedtime attire is one of your favorites. Adorning a black turtleneck that contrasts his gorgeous white hair and a pair of sweats, he looks positively un-priestlike in the best way possible; His body accentuating in different ways due to the fitting of the clothing. 

Settling into your shared bed, Enrico flips open his copy of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

“Must you sleep this way?” The slight annoyance that flavors his tone makes you smile inwardly, away from his line of sight. Your body rests atop his, with your head going right over his chest, the perfect position for you to experience the thumping of his heat from within his muscled chest. 

“Yes, I must,” you say in a prissy fashion. Who is he to say no? 

However, Enrico doesn’t think it to be so convenient, making an irritated noise with his mouth before going back to the book. The first passage of Victor Hugo’s classic rings out in his deep, soothing tone, something you were looking forward to hearing all day, the sole reason you hatched this plan in the first place. Truthfully, the book never interested you. When Enrico asked for your choice in fiction you simply picked a novel you’d seen him read before. 

The reverberations of his voice boom through his chest, creating a pleasing hum that reaches your ear in waves, the rhythm acting as a lullaby to your tired body. Your eyes close, breathing evening out…

“Doll, are you even listening?” 

You jerk awake on his chest, realizing he’s stopped reading to wait for you to answer. “Mhm…” you hum out. 

“That’s not a very convincing reply.” The hardness of his voice, contrasting to the soothing read he did only seconds ago, makes you want to giggle. “Yes, yes, I’m awake!” 

Enrico grunts, clearly not happy, yet finding it endearing how quickly your heartbeat fell into rhythm with his own. His hand twitches with the desire to run through your soft green hair, only for him to ignore it and continue, such a demanding girl doesn’t deserve his affections… yet. Moreover, you would start to sleep faster were he to do that. He starts again with another passage from the book, this time his concentration wavering as he eyes you more closely, ‘what is the point if you are to fall asleep?’ He thinks to himself. Keenly observing your breathing, Enrico continues to read. But alas, he loses himself in the words, only realizing you almost slip from his body before his arm goes around you. 

“Doll,” he says with urgency. Despite him trying to conceal the worry in his voice, thinking you almost hurt yourself falling from atop of him. His protective arms go around you, cushioning your body into waking before you could get into deep sleep and his voice floats you into reality. 

“Yeah?...” your voice sounds groggy and your boyfriend thinks while he was trying to read to you as you’d demanded, you’d only posed to be inattentive. He huffs, still holding you close. 

“Do you plan on paying attention any time soon? I’ve had it with trying to read to someone who is not listening.” 

Even with your drowsiness, you manage to look at him with a half-sleepy, endearing smile. “I’m listening! I’m listening!” 

He gives you a suspicious look, his dark eyes contrasting prettily with the light colored eyelashes. For a moment, you think you could rest your head on his chest and watch him like this forever. With his lips a bit pouty and his eyes filled with suspicion, he makes for a fun toy. 

Enrico sighs once more, giving into his desire to touch your hair, the mint green locks slipping between his fingers like silk. 

“Pay attention,” he says, this time as determined as you were to get him to read. You nod, a cute yet sly smile on your face that he senses means just a little bit of ‘I’m up to no good.’ Yet, he can’t will himself into making you stop, somehow both disgruntled by and amused from this… game. 

Another passage rumbles through his chest, the vibrations making your head feel as if it were receiving a massage. The combined sensation of his hands with his beautiful voice works to make you drowsy once more. And you absolutely don’t fight it, embracing the call to slumber. 

When Enrico makes another irritated noise, you wake up, looking into his angry eyes, his eyebrows making dents in his skin that look more beautiful than you remember them being. 

“Sleep,” is all he says, closing the book and placing it on your bedside, the hand caressing your hair never leaving its spot. 

“But!” You try to protest, seeing as your ploy is in shambles and he’s finally snapped. Enrico’s lips make an adorable pout, clearly a bit hurt from the ordeal and you sigh. “Fine, let’s sleep…” 

You don’t expect him to gather you between his arms, flare against the expanse of his soft yet firm chest underneath the comfortable fabric of his turtleneck, coming together to enhance rest. Finally, you hear his breathing even, realizing he’d been fighting his own drowsiness to read to you, and only falling asleep once he had you in his arms. The realization makes you giggle to yourself, letting your arms fall around him before let your own eyes close for the last time that night.

[thatoneartistinthecorner]

Here, have a Pucci 😏

[monster-energies]

enrico pucci/reader - lovers rock the nostalgic love rock

posted: 23.07.2024

“hey…you at the front. we’re trying to perform to our fans, and you are ruining the fucking show.” the lead singer pucci had said into the mic. “i’ve seen you at all our other shows, scaring away new members of the church and making this gig an unsafe space. and you think it’s okay to shove past other people to get to the front? i think the fuck not.” pucci said with fury in his tone. the crowd erupting into cheers against the fan. “someone get security and take them to the back, where they belong.” pucci called, causing the crowd to jeer and the girl who shoved you to the ground. weather and starry helped you up, you saw dio the other main band member whisper something into pucci’s ear but you couldn’t make it out what it was he said. “hey…you at the front. you okay? you need water?” pucci offered. you nodded, and thankfully pucci had given you a waterbottle nearby. “you don’t need to see health services, do you? you’re good to go.” pucci asked. “i’m all good.” you replied. you were completely shocked that this even happened. pucci flashed a small wink at you before grabbing the microphone off the stand. “now….before we move onto our next song, i just wanted to take the time to say that the path of heaven accepts everybody, whether you’ve joined the church one day or 6 years, we don’t bash people for their status, our music is for everybody.” pucci announced, which garnered a lot of cheers and applauses from the audience. “gatekeepy shit like this is so childish and we were not made to be kept to yourself. share the path to heaven across the nation.” he said once again before announcing the next song.

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summary: when your roommate had tickets for her favourite band, but cannot make it...she relies on you to be in her shoes and see them live, but you end up having the adventure of a life time which leaves you being a friend to one of the band members...perhaps something more.

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[frickingnerd]

a lingering regret

pairing: pucci lavmin x gn!reader

summary: pucci wished she could've told you how she felt about you before leaving for kanai ward...

pucci only had one regret when she died. 

she wished she could've had the chance to tell you that she was in love with you. there had been so many chances to tell you about it, yet she had never managed to gather up the courage to confess to you. she knew she should've told you before leaving for kanai ward. 

and yet, she was too scared to tell you and get rejected. so she kept quiet, unaware that this would be the last time you two would see each other. and that she had just missed her last chance to tell you how much she loved you. because now she'd take those feelings for you to her grave…

[amekikai]

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