#bruno x (y/n)

[byakuyacoochie]

Size Matters - Jojo's x Reader

Summary: You "guess" the wrong condom size.

Characters: Anasui, Joseph, Bruno, Wamuu, Josuke, Caesar

A/n: I decided it would be good to try a prompt kinda fic that I see all the talented girlies do but I fear I did not eat with this one.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Monkeys meeting a reader who can see into the future like Bruno Madrigal, as is constantly left isolated from others.

I mean come on nobody sees these as warnings to try and AVOID?

We don't talk about (Y/n)😶

(Lmk Wukong) What ostracized for being able to see bad news in the future?! AS IF?! he wished he had met you a long time ago. He would have been able to avoid so much of life's bullsh*t, but here you are, nervous isolated and very, very, very, very kind. Wukong eventually fell in love with you because of your care for others dispite your emotional burnout and isolation. You started to feel the same to finally feeling safe enough to trust and love again.

(HIB Wukong) Now this is the first time he's ever been curious along with his son Luier. Learning that somewhere out there their is a beautiful but very isolated female monkey with the power to see the future. That makes Wukong wonder a few things and went to find you to get some answers. When you guys do met you the first thing he saw was burnout and sadness, Wukong immediately felt sympathy for your depression and mood. He and the children worked to lift your Spirits reminding you that life is beautiful, as Wukong kissed your face.

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhh Mystery Green eyed monkey lady, how exciting that is for him. Although he would be curious to know why such a beautiful jade siren, is all alone by herself in the night. That's when he learns about your gift you can see pretty far into the future, it probably explains why you keep slipping away from him so easily. Wukong decided to get tricky and he soon had you where he wanted you, right in his arms wooing you all night long.

(MKR Wukong) Oh jeez good luck pushing him away, Wukong has not been deterred by some nasty rumors before and he ain't gonna start now. He met you all alone in your cottage because he heard you can look into the future, but what he wasn't expecting was a pretty little monkey. Wukong was suddenly besides himself having such pretty eyes on him, and got extra stubborn to leave you be. Soon after finally helping him he made sure to bring you along too, holding your hand leading the way.

(Netflix Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh Man this...this is a very deep untreated cut, Wukong knows about isolation, being ostracized, and rejected better then any mortal and immortal ever😥 Deep down despite his bravado and loud mouth he wouldn't wish that kind of loneliness upon even his enemies. Which is why he would go out of his way to break you out of your shell, so what of you can see the future all he sees is his future with you😉

(BMW Wukong) Your isolation would not deter him what so ever, you were the most beautiful creature he's ever seen. Wukong would do anything to get you to spend time with and date him, but you were extremely pessimistic about his chances for a good time with you. Though with the way you were receiving neck kisses from Wukong, that wouldn't take long to change your mind.

(Destined one) Wow you....you were beautiful and what's more is that you have an intriguing little gift. Though the Destined one immediately felt a large amount of depression from you, especially your isolation and pessimism. He definitely took it upon himself to give support and care to you, As he takes it upon himself to show you the bright sides of life bring a small smile to you.

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[tab00-t33f]

Would be so awesome if you make a headcanons or a mini sceneario ( separate for each character. you chose!) of Reader making accessories and creative gifts for bucci gang + Trish and how they react and feel about it! Only if you want also I just want to tell you that I love your writing! :3

Bucci Gang Handmade Gift Reactions!

Absolutely! Here are some scenarios for the whole bucci gang + trish reacting to handmade accessories from the reader!! Definitely had to include everyone 😭 I’d feel bad leaving anyone out! <3 thanks for the ask! 🌈🦴

Trish Una

Trish loves accessories and admires your creativity. She’s especially impressed if the gift matches her aesthetic.

Scenario:

You give her a pair of earrings inspired by Spice Girl—pink and glittery with subtle soft-textured patterns. She gasps in delight, immediately trying them on.

“They’re perfect! How did you know exactly what I’d love?” She flaunts them everywhere, telling people about your craftsmanship. She might even ask you to collaborate on more designs for her wardrobe.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno values meaningful gestures and can tell when something is made with care. He cherishes the thoughtfulness behind your gift as much as the item itself.

Scenario:

You hand him a bracelet made of blue beads interspersed with tiny golden zippers. He immediately smiles, running his fingers over the details.

“Did you make this?” he asks, his voice soft with admiration. When you confirm, he places it on his wrist and promises never to take it off. Every time someone comments on it, he proudly says, “A dear friend made it for me.”

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia loves anything personalized. He’s a bit rough with his belongings, so he treasures handmade gifts even more, knowing you took the time to think of him.

Scenario:

You give him a keychain of his Stand, Aerosmith, crafted out of resin and painted with incredible detail. His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas.

“This is so cool! You made this?!” He runs around showing everyone. “Look at this—look! I’ve got the coolest keychain ever!” He attaches it to his bag immediately and refuses to use any other keychain again.

Guido Mista

Mista appreciates fun, quirky gifts. He loves wearing something that stands out, especially if it’s from you.

Scenario:

You present him with a handmade bandana featuring designs of tiny pistols and bullets stitched along the edges. He grins ear to ear.

“This is awesome! Way better than the ones I buy.” He ties it around his head and strikes a pose. “How do I look? Be honest. Actually, don’t—I know I look amazing.” He wears it almost daily, rotating it with his other accessories but making sure everyone knows which one you made.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is initially stoic, but he secretly values sentimental gestures. He might not show it outwardly, but he keeps your gift close.

Scenario:

You give him a leather bracelet engraved with small clock hands to represent Moody Blues. He accepts it with a quiet “Thanks,” but later you catch him looking at it when he thinks no one’s watching.

Over time, he’ll wear it more openly, even if he never directly comments on it. However, the way he keeps adjusting it on his wrist when you’re around speaks volumes.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno deeply appreciates creativity and thoughtfulness. He admires your talent and often gets inspired by your attention to detail.

Scenario:

You give Giorno a lapel pin shaped like a golden rose with green accents. He studies it intently before pinning it to his jacket.

“This is exquisite,” he says, his tone sincere. “You’re incredibly talented. Thank you for this.” He wears it during important missions and meetings, saying it brings him luck.

Fugo Pannacotta

Fugo is surprised by the gesture but deeply touched. He struggles to show his gratitude openly but treasures your gift privately.

Scenario:

You present him with a tie clip shaped like his Stand, Purple Haze, with tiny purple accents. His first reaction is a shocked, “You made this? For me?”

He hesitates, then mutters a quiet “Thanks” with a small smile. Later, you’ll notice him wearing it during formal occasions, straightening it nervously but with pride.

Bonus (Group Reaction):

When the gang realizes you’ve been making gifts for all of them, they tease each other over whose gift is the best. They eventually gang up on you, begging for more personalized creations. Trish might even suggest you start a side business. It becomes a bonding experience for everyone, making you an even more integral part of the group.

[nicherayyy]

I loved your post on La Squadra with a Power teammate, can you do one with the bucci gang? Thank you!! ❤️❤️

Of course, anon!

By the way guys happy New Year!!!

Bucci Gang & Power-like teammate hcs

Bruno's still shocked he let them in the team

It all started when he saw them near the dumpster, having a fight with a stray dog for a piece of salami

And of course, with good intentions at heart he treated them for a nice and filling meal at a restaurant

Do you know the situation when you feed a stray cat and it just... never leaves?

Basically, that is what happened.

They followed Bruno around because quote "I like free food.. and your ugly-ass bowl cut is funny as hell"

Leone: ..Bucciarati, who's that punk?

Bruno: Don't even ask

Leone: Want me to take care of this?

Bruno: ...No. No need

Yeah, they let themselves into the team without any invitation

They don't feel any shame about it.

It was such a relief for Bruno to discover that they actually have a stand

Cause honestly, hanging around stand users without having a stand is kind of.. dangerous?

Bruno: So, what is your stand like?

Teammate: ...I'm not telling you

Bruno: ...Why?

Teammate: you'll need to pay me if you want to know anything about my stand

I think it'd be the same situation as with La Squadra

The teammate would not show up to any meeting

Exception: they'll show up if there's exactly the type of food they like

Or if they want to piss off Leone

One of their favourite activities, truly

But at this point Leone is immune to all the attempts of getting a reaction out of him

(The only thing he's not immune to is their smell)

Teammate: Your stand is lame

Leone: Okay

Teammate: ..And my stand is better than yours

Leone: Good for you

I think we all know that Leone would NOT seek their company

So he minimises any interaction he might have with the teammate

Same thing with Fugo and Giorno

I swear, it's the first time Leone ever agreed with Giorno

Fugo gets bonus points because he makes them take a shower at least once a week

They have no choice in the matter, either a shower or a garden hose

So.. yeah.. the teammate is too much of a headache for those three

Mista is not really fond of them either

I mean, he used to like to joke around with them

...Until the teammate found out about his numerophobia

Teammate: This cake is awesome, I could eat... let's say, at least FOUR more pieces

They make sure to say the number as loud as possible too

Narancia thinks they're kind of mean

But he still enjoys their jokes

He even hanged out with them once or twice

They made him steal a pretzel.

[x-trixie-x]

Juno | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Tags: AFAB, Romantic, FWB implications, Slightly suggestive but no NSFW (yet 👀), Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter

Complicated.

That’s the only way you could describe the relationship (Y/n) had with Bruno Bucciarati. The totally not dating, completely platonic relationship that somehow also consisted of nights of whispered adoration for each other, her hands tangled in his glossy, dark locks as he countlessly pressed his lips against hers and his fingers slowly tracing along her skin almost innocently, yet the intention was never innocent. He was a professional at this point; every night ended up the same way. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was easy to blame it on being tipsy the first time, on being close friends the next, but at what point do the excuses stop? At what point did they stop?

Maybe it was that night.

The group, who had once filled (Y/n)’s room with loud chatter and their usual playful antics, had recently departed for their own and left her with a painful silence. It always felt quiet in an uncomfortable way whenever they left her and the sudden empty feeling that settled in her body was enough to push her towards the comfort of her plush bed. Climbing on top of it with a gentle sigh, she fell back softly with a slight bounce, the silence now enveloping her completely as she blankly gazed at the ceiling above. It felt almost selfish; given her circumstances, her job, everything, surely she should appreciate these moments to herself? Yet despite her awareness of the fact that these moments of peace were rare, she couldn’t quite find relief in that she was given this opportunity.

Gentle, almost inaudible knocks at her door pulled her up from her bed more eagerly then she anticipated and seeing those deep, familiar sapphire eyes staring back at her from behind it brought her more joy then she cared to admit. It was like he’d sensed her discomfort, making her wonder for a split second if maybe, just maybe, they cared for each other more then they let on - that maybe their souls had started to intertwine somewhere in the middle of these intimate exchanges. Bruno stepped into the room and carefully seated himself at the edge of the bed, his hands reaching out to rest on her waist when she followed and stood before him. He gently pulled her forward, her body instinctively climbing into his lap as her arms snaked around his neck and her nose softly bumped against his. His lips were so close, teasingly brushing against hers as he peered up at her with those blue eyes that never failed to hypnotise her. His arms protectively around her waist, his soft, plump lips grazing her own with the slightest movement of his body and his eyes fixated on her with obvious adoration - it was all just too much. Every fiber of (Y/n)’s being was screaming to kiss him, touch him, have all of him again, but his hands trailing up her sides before delicately resting on her cheeks pulled her out of her impure thoughts for just a moment. Bruno held her face carefully, like she could break with the slightest increase of pressure, as he softly smiled back at her.

“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled, causing her breath to hitch ever so slightly at the sincere words.

Yeah, it was definitely that night.

(Y/n) groaned loudly and fell back on the couch in defeat, her thoughts clouded with the memories yet again. How long had it even been since that night? She couldn’t remember at this point. It was such a bittersweet feeling - being with him was so exciting, so beautiful, yet so painful at the same time. There was no denying the feelings between them. However, as outspoken as they were in the comfort of those exchanges, so much was still left unsaid. As blatantly obvious as it was to both of them, it seemed neither of them could address what this was. Even the gang knew about it now, and despite the awkward circumstances in which it was discovered, she was thankful it wasn’t a secret.

The memory still never failed to make (Y/n) groan in embarrassment. Bruno had slipped into her room at some point in the night, pulling her into his arms as he pressed hungry, quick kisses to her lips. Everything was moving so quickly, her fingers fumbling with the zip of his jacket as she eagerly pushed it off his shoulders, his hands gripping the edge of her shirt to rapidly tug it over her head. Bruno eagerly placed his hand on the back of her head to pull her close to his body, his teeth gently sinking into her lower lip. The action caused her to release a quiet hum of satisfaction as her fingernails dug into the flesh of his chest, dragging out an identical noise in reciprocation from him. However, their bodies soon froze at the sound of (Y/n)’s door clicking open, their fearful eyes casting over to see Narancia staring at the scene before him with his jaw dropped and a panicked expression gracing his features. Bruno instinctively pulled (Y/n) close, burying her in his chest and wrapping his arms around her to conceal her as much as possible. Narancia screamed and raced back out, naturally grabbing the attention of everyone and causing them to emerge from their rooms to check on the commotion. (Y/n) quickly threw her earlier discarded shirt back over her body, her heart pounding as she ran after Narancia and prepared for the endless questioning from the group. The night soon resulted in some awkward confessions, Fugo scolding Narancia for not respecting privacy, Mista cheering, Abbacchio claiming he already knew and a very red faced, quiet Giorno and Trish.

“Narancia, I’m so sorry!” (Y/n) cried out to him, grabbing him and pulling him in for a hug. He thankfully reciprocated it back but mumbled angrily about how it’s always him who seems to walk in on these things, making her giggle sympathetically.

Noticing her distraction with the rest of the group, Abbachio took the opportunity to step over to Bruno’s side with a smirk tugging at his lips. “How unprofessional, Capo.” He teased, receiving a deep chuckle from Bruno in response.

“It’s not like that,” Bruno muttered back quietly with a soft smile as he watched everyone’s interactions before him. Abbachio hummed in confusion, raising an eyebrow at the almost lovestruck expression now on his face.

“I love her. I want her for the rest of my life.”

“Thinking about anything in particular?” Mista leaned over the back of the couch and smirked down at (Y/n), removing her out of her pitiful thoughts as she peered up at his teasing expression.

“Something like that…” She mumbled back with sadness almost a little too apparent in her tone. Mista raised an eyebrow at this, circling around to sit on the couch with her and allowing her to drape her legs across his lap. She fell back against the arm of the couch with a sigh, earning her another raised eyebrow and smirk.

“You seem to have something to say.” (Y/n) mumbled to Mista; his expression alone was enough to taunt her.

“Bucciarati?”

“Bucciarati.”

“Knew it.”

She stared at him unamused, shifting her body with a sigh to sit cross-legged on the couch and face him. Mista followed her actions with a look that was a little too excited at the conversation to come. “Talk to me, girl.”

(Y/n) blinked in confusion at the enthusiasm but eventually giggled back. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I mean, what we have is good. like, really good…” She trailed off, making Mista snort at the words. Heat raised in her cheeks slightly and she stared back at him with an unimpressed expression. “I just mean that this is good, but I don’t know if this is how it’ll always be. Just… whatever this is. Nothing more and nothing less. I don’t want to ask, that’s weird, but I’m going kind of crazy wondering what he actually thinks about me and what he wants.”

Mista sighed, propping his elbow up on his knee and resting his chin in his hand. “I think the crazy thing is that you’re even doubting for a second that he likes you.” (Y/n) tilted her head at this and Mista rolled his eyes playfully in response with a slight shake of his head. “Bucciarati wouldn’t be doing whatever this is if he didn’t like you or want to be with you. My guess is he’s waiting for the right time to say it.”

(Y/n) huffed, copying Mista’s actions by placing her chin in her hand. Waiting for the right time? Yeah, right. This had been going on for a long time now - long enough for someone to voice their desire to make this a committed thing, at least. However, she couldn’t be frustrated at Bruno’s lack of communication when she was guilty of the same crime. Mista looked at her with slight concern, realising that maybe his words did more to confuse than alleviate any worries.

“Alright, tell me exactly what you think of Bucciarati. Full transparency. Be as creative and colourful as you wish.” Mista folded his arms across his chest with a playful grin, his tone prompting her to continue in a more lighthearted, positive way. (Y/n) peered at him curiously, laughing slightly at his attempt to change the atmosphere. This is what Mista was best at - dissipating the tension and turning this somewhat heartwrenching situation into something fun, even for just a few moments.

“Well, not to be dramatic, but he is honestly the finest man I have ever seen, and I would quite literally have his children.”

“I mean, that’s not what I was expecting, but I love the enthusiasm. You go, girl!” Mista cheered and patted her shoulder, making her giggle happily. The hurt and tension seemed to wash away at the lighthearted exchange for a split second, before a familiar voice behind them made them both loudly shriek.

“Well, I’m certainly flattered.”

(Y/n) pressed her hand to her heart that was now threatening to burst right out of her chest. With her jaw dropped, she stared up at the cause of the surprise attack. Sparkling, sapphire eyes peered back down at her to meet her gaze accompanied by a knowing, smug smirk. The heat rose in her cheeks to an embarrassing level and she was certain they were a painful shade of red at this point. Mista simply leaned back against the arm of the couch with his hand covering his mouth, maybe due to being a little embarrassed at the high pitched scream that came out of him just seconds ago, and his eyes flickered rapidly between the two of them.

“Bruno! That’s… I didn’t mean-”

“Come with me.”

Bruno began to step towards the exit of the room, making (Y/n) leap forward to grab Mista’s shirt. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move his hand from his mouth; he simply stared back at her with wide eyes while she tightly gripped his shirt and pleaded for help through fearful eyes. “Mista! What’s going to happen?”

“Congratulations in advance.” Mista whispered and placed his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll be a great mother.”

(Y/n) blushed deeply and hissed Mista’s name, fearfully peering behind her to meet Bruno’s gaze. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, that smug smirk still gracing his features as he patiently waited for her to follow. She took a final glance at Mista with desperate hope that he’d pull her out of this situation. However, he simply gestured for her to go and she inhaled deeply in preparation for the painful, embarrassing fate that she was about to meet. (Y/n)’s head hung low as she followed Bruno to his room, tentatively stepping over to sit on the edge of his bed as he clicked the lock on his door. The sound, which usually filled her with excitement and desire for what would always follow, now filled her with a sense of dread. As he took a seat beside her, her breath hitched slightly and she slowly glanced to her side, appreciating the vision of him this close to her for what she could only assume would be the last time now. He was so painfully pretty - the way his glossy, dark locks fell perfectly around his face, his smooth, tanned skin, those plump, soft lips that seemed to perfectly melt against hers every night. God bless his genetics.

“You certainly think highly of me.” Bruno muttered with a soft smile and turned to face her, his voice dragging her out of the trance she’d fallen into and breaking the silence that had settled in the room. She opened her mouth to speak but simply closed it again - whatever she attempted to say would only dig this hole deeper, if that was even possible.

“Don’t be shy, tesoro, I’m really very interested in hearing what you have to say.” Bruno leaned close to her ear and whispered, his tone sending gentle shivers down her spine.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that…” (Y/n) mumbled quietly, her shaking voice betraying her and revealing her nervousness as she turned to the side. At the feeling of his fingers reaching around to grip her chin softly, she let out a noise of surprise when Bruno turned her face to meet his eyes. They held no anger, no disgust, just that pure look of adoration they always seemed to hold when he looked into her eyes.

“What are you sorry for? Was it not true? I’d be pretty disappointed if that was the case.” He playfully smirked at her, his words filling her with a sense of relief but causing that familiar heat to spread throughout her face again.

“You’re not mad? Or uncomfortable?” (Y/n) asked with a confused blink, almost certain he would’ve at least called out the things she’d said about him.

Bruno chuckled and shook his head softly, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together slowly before placing their now intertwined hands on his lap. “Quite the opposite, actually. I’m really happy you see me that way. It means I can finally have this conversation with you.”

“Conversation?”

Bruno exhaled deeply, gazing down at their locked hands with a soft smile before flickering his bright, blue eyes back up to meet hers. He gently squeezed her hand, shuffling closer to rest a hand on her cheek; her skin felt so soft beneath him, so delicate. “I’m sorry you had to wait so long to hear this. It’s been so painful trying to surpress my feelings every day I’m with you and thinking that if I voiced just how much I care about you it would put your life in danger even more. I can feel how you feel, and believe me, I feel just the same, but I couldn’t let myself be selfish and put you at risk just for being with me. If you really feel that way, maybe this once I’ll let myself be so selfish. You’re the only one I want, always and forever. I’ve fallen so helplessly in love with you…”

(Y/n) felt her hands begin to tremble, her heart pounding rapidly deep within her chest. Was this a dream? She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breathe. She felt so utterly consumed by his beautiful words — so utterly consumed by him. (Y/n) slipped her hand from his, resulting in a puzzled hum from him, before she leaned forward to take his face in her hands. Bruno soon felt the tension slip from his body, however, when she pressed her soft lips against his, and he instinctively raised his hand to rest on her back. He felt himself almost melt at her touch; she didn’t have to speak because her actions always conveyed enough for him to truly understand every feeling she felt.

Drawing away from him, leaving Bruno just a little bit disappointed that he couldn’t experience her kiss for a few moments more, she stared deeply into his eyes, her hands never leaving his face. “Bruno, all I’ve ever wanted is you. I’m yours, always.”

Bruno softly smiled, a sense of relief washing over him at the feeling of her being his officially. Finally. He paused for a brief moment to ponder over an important detail he seemed to carelessly forget, his eyes darkening ever so slightly as he tilted his head with that playful, teasing smirk returning to his face. (Y/n) stared back at him with evident confusion - he was up to something.

“So, you’d have my children?”

“Bruno!” She groaned in response, her body deflating in utter defeat at the embarrassing reminder of her previous confession.

“No need to be embarrassed. I truly am flattered.” He laughed lightly at the sight of her form shrinking awkwardly, the smirk still smugly painted across his face.

Bruno carefully pushed her down, her back meeting the soft sheets beneath her as he settled above her and placed his hands at either side of her head. Completely caged beneath him, (Y/n) gazed up at him with a subtle, pink blush now dusting across her cheeks at the position; regardless of how often she ended up like this, it never failed to catch her off guard and bring a blush to her face. Bruno reached a hand up to grip at the zip on his collar, slowly dragging it down with his eyes fixated on hers before shrugging the confines of his jacket off his shoulders.

“I can make that happen whenever you want, cara mia…”

[rikupid]

thinking abt… mutual masturbation as punishment for haechan

thinking abt how he’d stare so hard at you getting yourself off… his eyes trying to catch every detail of your face and body… and at first, he can’t touch himself, his cock straining in his pants as his fingers dig into his thighs, restraining himself. it’s not until you give him the go ahead, immediately fisting his cock at the sight of you.

he’s satisfied until he’s not. whining out that he can make you feel so much better. he’s practically crying out to you, begging for your touch, only you can make him feel good.

i just fell to my knees…. I THINK YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME. warning this is literally just haechan begging….. IM SORRY

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“you did this to yourself, baby,” you laugh, watching as haechan began to squirm. you were on display for him, fingers deep inside yourself and your cunt dripping, yet he couldn’t touch. every moan that left your lips was pure torture and haechan was whining in frustration. he wanted so badly for you to let him touch, his cock straining against his pants while he sat there watching you.

“please, just lemme touch you,” he began to plead, eyes wide and desperate, “s’not fair. wanna feel you.”

you did nothing but ignore him, closing your eyes as you kept fingering yourself. you knew just how much you were affecting him, letting out soft little moans every time your fingers hit just right.

“baby, please. let me make you feel good,” haechan tried again, his nails digging into his thigh. this wasn’t fair. “c’mon, please? you know i’d feel better than your fingers,” he whines, hating the way he was getting ignored. it should be his cock stuffing you full, not your stupid fingers that could barely amount to just how good he fucked you. he was so needy, too obsessed with your cunt to think about anything else.

“shut up,” you finally let out, opening your eyes to see just how desperate he was becoming. “you don’t deserve to touch me, not after what you said earlier,” you spit out, refusing to give in to his begging. he was going to learn just how badly he needed you to make himself feel good. no one else could bring him the same pleasure that you did, his poor cock useless if it wasn’t you touching him.

“i was just teasing, baby, i’m sorry,” haechan whines again, frustration clear in his voice. he hated this. you were so mean to him and it was starting to drive him mad.

pulling your fingers out and making sure haechan was watching, you began to slowly rub circles on your clit. “feels so good, hyuckie,” you moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. you were doing this on purpose and he knew it, getting closer and closer to his breaking point. deciding to spare him just a little, you gave him the go ahead to touch himself.

haechan was desperate, pathetically so, and pulled out his cock at lightning speed. he was so hard that it hurt. he immediately started to touch his poor cock, chasing a release that you refused to give him. but he couldn’t. it wasn’t the same if you weren’t touching him, stroking him to completion and telling him just how good he was for you. he let out another whine, face crumpling.

noticing his reaction, you let out a mocking laugh. “you wanted to touch so badly and now you’re complaining?” you ask, pulling your hand away from your clit. “i thought this was what you wanted?”

“i do, i do—it’s not, fuck,” haechan whines again, “it’s not the same. n-need you to touch me.” he was so humiliated, so close but so far from cumming. he looks up at you with watery eyes and quivering lips, pleading for your touch.

“you need me? even after your little outburst earlier? i thought you didn’t need me to touch your pathetic cock to feel good?” you ask, mocking him once again. he was so close to letting go, tears threatening to spill as he kept touching himself. “tell me how much you need it and maybe i’ll reconsider.”

“p-please, touch me,” he cries, tears finally rolling down his face. “i need you to touch me, please! i can’t—can’t take it anymore, please,” haechan was full on begging now, overwhelmed with the need for you to touch him. every second without your touch was too much for him to handle, causing him to sob as he continued to babble about just how badly he needed you to touch him.

“that’s all you needed to say, hyuckie,” you coo, moving over to where he was. “you just need me to feel good, don’t you?” you ask, knowing the answer. haechan nodded, sniffling as he looked into your eyes. you leaned in, softly kissing him and wrapping your hand around his cock.

quickly starting to jerk him off and swallowing his moans, haechan was so close. you pulled away from the kiss, watching as he fell apart. “i’m s-so close, please,” he begs, thrusting into your hand.

“you were so good,” you praise, speeding up your hand as you stroked his cock. “cum for me, baby,” you whisper into his ear, finally giving him the permission to cum. his hips stuttered, a loud whine leaving his lips as he spills into your hand. you kiss him one last time, pulling your hand away from his spent cock.

“t-thank you,” haechan mumbles, face red as he tries to recompose himself. you couldn’t help but smile, so weak for your boyfriend. no matter how bratty he was, you always gave him what he wanted.

[inkpot909]

First Love Headcanons: Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

↳ Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns. Implied the reader is shorter than Bucciarati? Canon-divergent. The reader is not made out to be very morally upright and is hinted at having a rough past.

A/n: Doing another one of these has been on my mind for a while now. Thank you to the lovely person below for the request! I hope y’all enjoy. <3

Warning(s): None.

There’s no time in Bruno Bucciarati’s schedule for a relationship.

Growing up in the mob kept him focused on the ‘family’ that took him in. It was his purpose, and the only reason he was able to support his father as well as himself. Before he learned the truth of the organization’s operations, he felt a pride in even the… messier aspects of his work.

Eventually finding a disconnect between it and his own morals leaves an empty spot in his heart. A shame so deeply buried within him that even the members slowly joining his team know little of it how deeply it affects him.

He now goes on with his work as normal, all while feeling like a bit of a hypocrite. His heart feeling so betrayed it needs little to push him towards full betrayal on his part.

Surely, a relationship would only muddy the waters.

All the cute girls that wave to him as he passes by on the street… who of them would be able to take such baggage? How could he expect anyone to? He wouldn’t have it in him to willingly bring anyone into this lifestyle, if his reluctance to let Narancia join is anything to go by.

Barely an adult and already he’s responsible for a small handful of people. Though, that thought never crosses his mind, as he’s unfortunately felt like an adult for an unfair amount of time.

And despite his own inner turmoil over his position in Passione, he’s formed meaningful relationships through the members of his team.

He’s the connection that binds them together, the head of their group, and by proxy the head of their little family. The purpose that the organization originally gave him now lands on the shoulders of his motley crew.

It’s them that keeps him going in spite of it all.

He finds his heart still beating, still moved each time he brings someone underneath his wing. That alone is good enough for a man like him.

No… there’s no time in Bruno Bucciarati’s schedule for a relationship.

And so, with that thought constantly repeated in his mind, he didn’t at all bat an eye when your own need eventually brought you to Passione’s metaphorical doorstep.

In your mind, it must’ve felt like fate.

Reaching for assistance at lowest point, you were subtly pointed toward one Bruno Bucciarati.

You don’t know what you expecting from the mafioso. A degree of harshness or coldness, perhaps. Only to be greeted with a hearty meal and an understanding personality so moving you fell into the trap of the mob right then and there.

How could you hope not to? When all you saw in that moment was a pair of gentle blue eyes looking at you with unspoken empathy, allowing you to speak freely despite his status as a gang leader.

So when he gave you an offer, you could only accept with newfound vigor.

The next couple of days felt like a blur, a change to your very view of your own psyche is made when it is suddenly able to manifest something you soon knew to call a stand. It is life altering to you, yet mundane to Bucciarati.

That kept you grounded.

Exiting a prison, golden broach in your hand, there’s no pit in your stomach that usually occurs when you lie straight to someone’s face. You had looked up at Polpo- an impossibly intimidating capo -and told him a lie. Said you’d kept the lighter on for 24 hours, and he… took your word for it, creepily enough.

You’re observant, able to discern that you were never meant to actually keep the lighter on the whole time, that the goal all along was to acquire a stand.

Distantly, you remember telling yourself as you left the prison that you ought to grow accustomed to lying anyways.

You didn't chose the mafia to be a player in your future, but life hardly goes the way people want.

And lying to a man like Polpo really didn’t feel like it counted anyways.

Still, Bruno’s reaction to your own twisted priorities was a darkly comforting one. It made you feel better about the coming days ahead:

Bruno Bucciarati finds himself checking his watch a third time, standing just a few yards away from a prison’s main entrance. Not many people like to pass by the looming building, leaving him alone and not likely to be recognized by anyone- Passione member or not.

He sighs, This should not be taking this long.

There’s only so much he can check the area around him before he starts looking suspect. Not that there’s much hustle and bustle in the surrounding area to distract himself with. A familiar impatience bubbles within his stomach, one that only occurs when he’s about to introduce his team to a new member.

Well… hopefully.

Before he starts growing gray hairs, he hears the prison gate creak open. Turning his head, he finally notices your figure exiting the large entrance with prison guards escorting you.

A smile finds its way onto his face, a gesture you return as you approach him. Once the gate is closed, and the two of you are left without any watchful eyes, you subtly gesture with your arm. The action causes his attention to move towards your hand that shows off a little golden broach in your hand.

He gives a nod, and you don’t waste time before shoving the little piece of gold into your pocket. Just as you do, you halt your footsteps- now standing close enough to hold a casually quiet conversation.

Every one of your movements are noticed and dissected within his mind, something you clearly understand just by looking at your poised body language. That, or you’re still on alert from talking to Polpo.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to go in there myself,” he jests lightly, though there’s not much actual humor in his voice. “Afraid I’d find you there attempting to choke the capo out.”

“The thought didn’t cross my mind,” you reply, a trying smile playing on your lips. You appear much more collected than the day you first met him, a detail he’s glad to see. “That would be an awful first impression of my own loyalty, wouldn’t it?”

Ah, so either Y/n is simply that nervous, or Polpo’s words actually got to them. Bruno shakes the thought off, as the distinction is not worth dwelling over right at this moment.

“One of your new teammates was damn near close to trying to pull a stunt like that in the past-“ he doesn’t miss how your eyes brighten up at his roundabout way of welcoming you to his team. You joining it went without saying, but the subtle omission being enough to make you look so inspired is something he can already tell he’ll find endearing about your personality. “-But no matter… walk with me, please.”

You do as you’re asked, something Bruno does not care take note of.

It's the one part of your behavior he doesn't quietly run through his brain. It’s your first day after all, he’ll see in a weak how well you actually listen to him. His experience with the others has taught him as much.

“I do have to admit…” you speak up when he doesn’t, “Lying to him didn’t make me feel bad at all.”

He turns to you, something flickering in his gaze before he lets out a soft chuckle. His smile now seems a little less formal, and the amusement on his face looks more natural. “If that’s an omission of guilt, then you’ll be an interesting change of pace.”

“It is,” you admit, figuring there’s no need to put up a front for a man this observant, “Lying to someone is almost worse than killing them.”

“How do you figure?” Bruno raises an eyebrow, not batting an eyelid at your statement. Honestly, the first time the two of you met, your words were much more morbid.

“Well… lying leaves room for feelings to stir within me or the person of interest. It lets emotions fester inside of people. Killing stops all regrets or feelings of betrayal- stopping everything, you understand? That, I can live with. A bad mark on my heart I find more difficult to walk away from."

It’s no surprise he’s silent after that, but his hesitation does take you off guard.

Oh, god, was that too loose-lipped? It’s easy to feel comfortable around Bucciarati. Far too easy. He’s the type of man that makes people inclined to open up. You always talked casually before about macabre things. Isn’t that normal for a mafioso? What if-

“No need to be nervous, L/n; I’m already impressed by you. You’ll do well with us.”

Oh.

Something about his words, spoken so calmly without even looking over at you, have a calming effect to them. Just a week into knowing him, and already you’re slowly growing accustomed to his genuine yet subdued warmth.

As Bruno drones on about Passione and its systems- more specifically his duties that directly trickle down into being your duties -you can’t help but let your mind wander a little to a distinction you made when you first met him.

Bruno Bucciarati’s fundamentally different.

There’s a kindness to him you never would’ve expected from someone in a gang. It kept you nodding along as you spoke, and distantly you felt as though your entire future is in the palm of his hand.

And scarily enough, you were fine with that.

Him being a sort of exception was a thought you assumed yourself to be mad for making, at least, until you found out the others on the team noticed the exact same thing.

All while Bruno himself only looks at you and sees your potential to grow.

A place in his team… something that he’s always well-spotted. An intuition he’s not once been wrong with before, so there’s a degree of confidence there as well that rubs off on you.

You got his attention in a familiar way, and after you join the team, you’re his responsibility and his purpose- just as the others are.

He’s just your leader. Nothing more, nothing less.

That said, he grows to appreciate the genuine gratefulness you offer him in a… special way.

The others are thankful for him too, and he knows that fact, but it’s nice to here the sentiment so openly and often in nature. And in the tones of your voice, it’s especially calming.

He’s really just making excuses for himself, but it was early on enough where it was okay.

That’s what’ll first make Bruno truly see you as not only a member of his team, but a member of his little found-family. The not-so-subtle ways you show that you want to be with them and a part of what they do… how could he hope to not find that charming?

Your softer side, however you chose to express it, is never missed by a man like Bruno. He easily recognizes it, and almost immediately respects you for it.

Hell, after a while, he relies on you for it.

There’s little in his life that’s more grounding than a gentle expression, thick with anticipation, displayed on your face after each mission you’re not a part of.

You always check up on the returning members as soon as possible, making sure everyone is up and moving. “I won’t be able to relax unless I see for myself that you’re all okay,” he recalls you saying on the matter. The fact that it’s how you treat everyone on the team only makes the relaxing feeling sink in deeper.

It’s not long before he sees you as a genuine soul, and he’d consider himself to be a fool if he didn’t recognize that.

Since the very beginning, Bruno’s personality has touched you emotionally. And although he always saw a sort of spark in you, getting to really know you- becoming your friend in tantum with acting as your superior -allows him to see that little spark for what it actually is.

Genuine care for the people you’re close to. An eye for good natured people, and a responding gentleness. Couple that with a darker, more proactive role during missions or anything work-related, and Bruno finds himself falling back on you more than he’d care to admit.

The others, though? They have no hang-ups over mentioning it. It gets to a point where- specifically Fugo, Mista, and Narancia -start to complain about Bruno showing you a degree of ‘special treatment.’

Mista and Narancia’s complaining jabs are easily shot down with only a look, but Fugo proved to be a lot more serious about it.

To the extent to where an argument or two emerges between them. Fugo insistant in his observations, trying to get Bruno to at least admit he treats you differently than the rest. But Bruno remained headstrong, stubborn in his belief that he would always treat his subordinates equally.

He’s just your boss. Nothing more, nothing less.

In the months that pass, when you’ve since naturally found your place on the team, at what point did that start to be the common refrain playing in his mind?

At what point does he go from insisting he has no time for a relationship at all, to continuously having to remind himself he’s your boss?

And that question alone tugs at his heartstrings in a manner he’s not quite used to. It’s a delightful feeling, but it is foreign.

For a man like Bruno Bucciarati, it’s not so much a refusal to believe he could be developing feelings, but a worry if he should even do anything about the attraction.

That said, it does take him some time to realize his own feelings due to his position as a boss to you and out of sheer unfamiliarity with the subject.

He’s not too obvious as to receive knowing looks from the others whenever he’s around you (Which is often). Hell, Mista even admitted to him much later that Narancia didn’t even notice until Fugo told him to start paying attention.

And after a certain point, Bruno has to admit it to himself and does so with surprising ease. It may have taken some time, he may have been stubborn speaking with Fugo, but he won’t continue to lie to himself. He’s old enough to know when he needs to swallow his pride and admit Fugo was onto something, if only a little.

And after that point of realization, his own love language starts to naturally shine through a bit more.

Bruno generally prefers acts of service and quality time when showing his affection. Cheeky and openly flirtatious, you may have assumed he’s been in relationships before given his confidence.

He’s always had a special care for you when it comes to missions... but now he finds himself offering to help you with grocery shopping. Or paying for a maid to clean up your home when you’ve had a particularly busy week, and offhandedly mentioned needing to clean once.

What? You thought he would forget? That only makes him chuckle smugly, prompting him to lean to eye-level and ask you, “What kind of man do you think I am?”

It seems like he remembers everything that pours from your lips. Always listening to you intently, and never brushing you off.

And during down time, Bruno naturally finds himself preferring to spending it in your company. A lot. Preferably alone, thank you very much.

The two of you even began to start watching TV shows with one another. And neither of you would dare to watch ahead without the other. It’s usually true crime shows, comedies, or shitty soap operas.

All this time with you after realizing his feelings... and they only grow- to his personal panic. The more he stays at your side the more he would hate to ever leave it.

So this is what it's like... he remembers thinking while lounging around, and watching a movie with you one evening. This is.... what I’ve been missing my whole life.

As beautiful as the feeling you bring him is, should he... really do anything about it?

He can see that look in your eyes when it’s just the two of you, a gleam that speaks of an internal joy you’re not sharing with him just as he refuses to share with you.

He gets a sneaking suspicion that you like him the exact same way he’s grown to adore you. And Christ almighty- what’s he supposed to do with that?

Yet, even though you’re a part of Passione, meaning he needs not to stress over bringing you into something so dangerous unwillingly... he is still hesitant.

His care for you so often is expressed through worry, something he usually handles with authority and maybe even harsh words if he deems it necessary.

But this is far more personal, and he can only mull it over by himself. He’s not the type to bring it up to others, not even Abbacchio.

If he reached for you... and the two of you began something real; something official... it would be a no-brainer for enemies to target either of you in order to send some sort of message.

He can’t stand the thought of your broken heart, and absolutely refuses to think of something like that happening to you.

Then again, if a bit morbid, he eventually realizes the result would still be the same with the way things are now. Only, it’d be coupled with Bruno's deep regret over not having said anything to you.

He can only wonder if you’d feel the same, and at the end of the day, he really does think that would be the case.

And it’s around the time he’s fully digesting this, that you end up genuinely taking him aback. Acting before he can begin convincing himself to make the first move:

Giorno, Fugo, and Mista walk behind Bucciarati, looking up at him in silent awe.

If you were to look into each of their eyes, you could likely peace together what they’re thinking while looking upon the freshly appointed capo. Opportunity twinkles within their gazes, all coming from a sincere place of respect for their leader.

You, however, are not looking at them.

As Bruno approaches the rest of his team, anticipation turns into cheers and hollers of excitement from the others standing next to you. Abbacchio has the widest smile on his face you’ve seen since Giorno entered the picture, yet your gaze stays glued onto Bruno throughout the nearly youthful display of glee.

He’s noticeably silent and calm. It’s like there’s no off switch to him- likely already going through the duties now landing on his lap due to his promotion within his mind. He’s not going to want to take the night off, no doubt wanting to get down to business.

Your heart swells despite the slight strain on it. It’s so like him to be that way in a time like this, but… I can’t help but wish he’d celebrate… if only a little, you find yourself thinking.

“Mista… guys, please,” Bruno tries to calm the two (In all honesty, Giorno’s ‘celebrating’ amounted to simply smiling) excited boys walking beside him, waving his hand.

Mista goes on about how everyone must celebrate somehow, still lecturing as they finally approach and reunite with the rest of the group. His words go over Bruno’s head, however, a fond smile making its way onto his face when he turns to meet your gaze.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline from him finally achieving the well-deserved position. Feeling so proud of him that your body jerks forward without thinking. Maybe it’s the excitement of everyone else rubbing off on you, and simply causes you to act without thinking.

All you do care to think as your feet move you right up to Bruno is, To hell with it. If he won’t start celebrating on his own; I’m making him celebrate.

Bruno opens his mouth to speak as you move well within his personal space, but is cut off by the swift movement of your hand tightly grabbing the collar of his jacket. One good tug of your arm and your pulling him toward you, lips meeting with his eyes widely open in surprise.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”

Fugo’s exclamation, along with startled gasps from everyone else melt away the moment you feel Bruno melt into the kiss and reciprocate.

He follows your lead, gently sighing against your lips when you neglect to take your hand off his collar. His arms, which you’ve always found to be so comforting, snake around your waist. He keeps you securely in his hold, and your other hand flies to cup his jaw.

After a moment or two, the kiss breaks. Bruno looks at you as you pull away, eyes still wide and mouth gently agape. It’s enough to make you chuckle, seeing him so cutely taken aback by both your and his own spontaneous actions.

“Congratulations, capo,” you smoothly whisper, finally removing yourself from his hold. “You earned it.”

“I-… thank you, Y/n,” he responds softly, a smile growing on his face.

As much as you’d like to hold onto the gentle intimacy of the moment you just shared with him, movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. Shifting your gaze, you catch a glimpse of Fugo silently sliding some cash over to a smug-looking Abbacchio.

No… they didn’t…

“Did you-“ you breath, embarrassment beginning to boil inside your stomach and fuel the rising volume of your voice, “-Did you assholes bet on us!?”

“It’s Fugo’s fault for assuming Bucciarati would make the first move,” Abbacchio replies dryly, scoffing as if it’s beneath him.

“Excuse me!?” you and Fugo shout in tandem.

The team erupts in accusations and yelling, the celebration over nearly three minutes after it began. Bruno can only smile at his team, not expecting anything less.

And just like you moments ago, he cannot take his eyes off you.

It’s moments like those that serve as a reminder as to why it’s Bucciarati that leads the team.

Still… the smile playing on his lips that day did not falter once after your sudden display of affection. It was a beautiful, unexpected thing… much akin to how you entered his life.

The two of you were much closer after that event. Other members of Passione outside the team noticing another that’s always at the young capo’s side. Whispers and rumors flood Naples of your relationship… but he never pays them any attention.

He knows what the two of have, and he’s confident in saying that it’s love.

After all, all that matters to him is you staying at his side… even behind closed doors. He’s never experienced something like this before in his life, but now that he has you held in his arms, he never wishes to let you go.

[thepenguinweeb]

Hi (^·^). I would love to request for Bucciarati x F!Reader. The reader is part of his team and is really close to him, but they’re stuck in this thin line where they’re not sure if they’re just friends or something more. There’s this unspoken tension between them that’s hard to ignore, and the others in the group definitely notice, teasing them about it. However, Bruno and the reader always brush it off and insist there’s nothing going on between them.

Feel free to have fun with how it all plays out. I trust your creativity (^。^)★彡

`` Just friends.. of course. ``

[ ♡ Bruno Bucciarati x fem!reader ]

[ ♡ You've been apart of Bruno's team for a long time, and it is undeniable that the two of you have a certain.. bond. You can't help but wonder if you're imagining things, or if he really thinks of you that way. ]

[ ♡ Requested by: @sxturncloud <3 !! ]

[ ♡ A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts recently, burnout hit hardd D: I'm trying to catch up with the requests in my inbox but it'll take a bit of time probably.. anyway, thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! ]

Divider by @/cafekitsune <3

"No, no- you don't get it. That's the complete opposite of what you were supposed to do!"

Just another day at Libeccio with the gang. You listened as Fugo shouted at Narancia, staring daggers at the teen and his notebook, which was filled with pitifully incorrect calculations.

"Hey! It's not my fault you're this bad at explaining stuff!"

You sighed, letting your head slump. The pair's argument continued on for a bit longer, and you wished you'd packed some aspirin in your bag with each moment that passed.

It was Abbachio who eventually stepped in.

"Can you two shut up and stop arguing for five minutes? You're giving me a headache.."

Fugo and Narancia were both clearly reluctant, but it only took one look at the man to know if they didn't stop now, he would not hesitate to beat their asses. So, they settled down.

You couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh and shoot a grateful glance at Abbachio.

The door to the restaurant opened, and your lips unconciously curved into a smile. Bucciarati had finally arrived.

"I'm sorry I was late," he began once he made his way over to his team's table. Your eyes met for a split second and he gave you a smile, then took a seat next to you.

"I hope the others didn't bother you too much while I was gone," he said, leaning closer to you without even meaning to. Despite the usual strict expression he put on, he always wore a smile when he was in your presence.. must be because you were such close friends, right?

You shook your head and returned the smile. "No-" you started, then glanced at Fugo and Narancia, who were still sulking from their earlier argument. "Not too much," you said instead.

For a moment, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. You'd gotten lost in his beautiful blue eyes - staring at him as if he was the best thing you've ever seen.. maybe he was.

No, what were you thinking? You and Bruno were strictly friends. Good friends. Nothing more.

Mista cleared his throat in an obnoxiously loud way, clearly just to get your attention. "Uh, not to interrupt your coupley activities, but.. we're still here, you know."

You snapped out of your daze and immediately shot a glare in Mista's direction at his implications. Coupley activities.. was coupley even a word?

"Mista.." Bruno sighed, rubbing his temple. "I thought we'd discussed this already. Me and Y/N are not in a relationship."

"You sure act like you are," Narancia put in. You stared at him in annoyance, half-expecting Fugo to make a comment about how inappropriate and disrespectful it was to say such a thing about his superior, but even he was quiet.

It was in that moment you had to realize that nobody disagreed with that sentiment.

"You guys are ridiculous.. we're just friends," you protested.

"Oh, come on! The only thing you are is in denial," Mista exclaimed. "Even the Pistols can see it, and they're a stand."

You went on to glare at the man in annoyance, which only intensified upon seeing Giorno give a brief nod in agreement. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, realizing you weren't getting any backup.

Suddenly, you felt a hand resting on your shoulder. "Don't bother with them," Bruno told you. You looked back at him with a nod, any previous irritation you had seemingly vanishing.

Mista let out another loud groan. "Aaand there they go again..."

[zujime]

Hello, i really like your writing, I always check for updates! If possibile may I ask for detailed oral headcanons giving and receiving for Bruno, Josuke, Giorno and Abbacchio? Thanks in advance ♡

─── bruno b. + josuke h. + giorno g. + leone a.

cw. aged up, oral (m / f receiving), drool play, cum swapping, cum eating, slight marking/bruising, makeup messing, light overstim, slight dumbification, eye contact, hand holding, faint biting

note. REALLY?? OMG TYSM i try to post as many works as i can but my brain doesn’t wanna work sometimes 🙎🏽‍♀️ also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG college is no joke and uh… i got a little carried away💀💀 but it’s here now!! literally if you have anything else you wanna request or a lil question, etc. DO NOT HESITATE to send it in my inbox 🤭 okok bye bye🥰

(i was tempted to put ass eating in here but the demons told me no...)

bruno prefers giving over anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you’re going down on him—hell, he loves how easy it is for you to shut his brain off with a simple kitten lick, but he just loves being able to make you writhe with nothing but the flick of his wrist.

he especially likes it when either of you have come home after a long day. the second you sit down on the couch or edge of the bed, his hands gingerly rub at one of your thighs before he gets on his knees and slots himself between your legs.

if you have on pants, he’s already peeled them off of you. skirt or dress? he’s hiked it up to your waistline. either way, both end up with him nipping at you through your underwear teasing you briefly with his teeth and tongue before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and sliding the article of clothing off, kissing at the warm skin of your thigh that’d been closest to your core.

he’d utter sweet phrases like “missed you, amore mio” that were accompanied by a firm yet delicate squeeze from his hand as he inched closer to your center with each kiss. oh, how he loves being between your legs—being able to stare as you oozed arousal. unless he’s exhausted, he always glances up at your eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones before he allows himself to get lost in all that is you.

the tip of his nose rubbing up against your sensitive nub as he relished in your core like a man starved, mindlessly mumbling praises into you with occasional whimpers that were almost drowned out by the sound of squelching his mouth made as he ravaged you. his once soft fingers now leave pretty wine-colored imprints on the expanse of your thighs and ass whilst he held your squirming body still.

“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.

large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.

it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.

then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.

finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”

he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.

though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.

he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.

he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.

his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.

each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.

his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.

bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.

cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.

his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.

though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.

i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.

mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.

it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.

the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.

he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.

“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“

“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.

doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.

your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.

his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.

he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.

he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.

mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.

when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.

other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.

you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.

had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.

your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.

“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.

i think leone would honestly be content either.

maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.

i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…

your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.

you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.

on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.

his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 

his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.

it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.

giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.

i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.

i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.

not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…

he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.

he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.

and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.

you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.

one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.

your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.

when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 

his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.

his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.

though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 34: Kiss me under the Mistletoe

Fandom: Encanto

Character: Bruno Madrigal

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: Nothing to graphic, I'm to tired to write graphic smut

A/n: Should have been posted yesterday.

Bruno has become more affectionate ever since he came back to you and you weren't about to complain because you finally had the man you loved back in your arms.

Now sitting in your small home you gave Bruno a teasing smile. You two were both alone, you were happy Mirabel opted to watch your son. Letting your fingers run through the man's hair, he gave you a nervous smile.

"I...what's with that look?"

Laughing softly, your fingers ran down his cheek as you hummed softly. "Kiss me under the Mistletoe?"your voice dipped, eyes darkened for a moment as your nails then slipped down his back, gripping him tightly to your body.

Blinking a few times, Bruno ran his tongue over his lips as he nodded his head quickly. "I...I can do that!"

Bruno groans softly as he feels your nails digging into his back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins. He relishes in the sensation, his desire for you growing with each passing second.

His hands, strong and possessive, roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch is both gentle and firm, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he trails his fingers along your skin.

Biting your lip you then let your fingers slowly moved back to his curls giving it a soft tug.

Feeling your tugging on his hair, Bruno's desire intensifies. He leans into your touch, allowing you to guide him, to show him exactly what you desire. His lips leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth gently grazing your skin, leaving behind a tantalizing mark.

With a low, husky voice, he whispers against your ear, "Tell me. Tell me what you want. I'm here to give you everything."

His words send a shiver down your spine as you feel his desire for you burning brightly. Your pleasure becomes his priority as he continues to explore and worship your body, his movements becoming more fervent and purposeful.

Together, you and Bruno lose yourselves in the depths of passion, a dance of desire and pleasure that ignites a fire within both of you. In this moment, there is only you, him, and the overwhelming connection that binds you together.

Under the mistletoe, you and Bruno share a moment of passion and love, a moment that will forever be etched in your memories.

[byakuyacoochie]

Hired Help [11]

Pairings - Bucciarati Gang x Reader

A/N - I feel sick...it's been 280 days since the last update, I am so sorry.

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[nicherayyy]

Hello, can I request team buccialatti with a child reader whose stand is like a human cat?

The stand is humanoid with cat ears and tail and acts like a cat. Reader can understand cats and is always followed by an army of street cats.

She loves cats so much that if someone dare to hurt them, she will beat them with her stand.

Thanks!

Sorry for disappearing again, my house got flooded because of one pipe and I had a few issues while repairing it

But anyway-

Bucci Gang x GN Child Reader with a humanoid cat stand

No one in the gang actually expected you to have a stand

I even think Bruno would prefer that you were without it

He just wanted a normal childhood for you

Without all those stands and powers

But oh well, it wasn't for him to decide

Bruno thinks you don't really need to use your stand right now

I mean who are you gonna fight?? You're like.. eight or something

But thinks that your love for cats is adorable

He even considered to get you one

But only -considered- for now

Would feed stray cats with you

Might even give one a name

"Hm, I didn't see Luna today. That's weird, she's always the first one to come"

It wasn't big news for Giorno when he found out about your stand

With your love for cats it was just obvious that you would get something cat-like as a stand

Giorno is an animal lover himself so sometimes he would volunteer to feed cats with you

Sometimes he thinks you can understand them

But oh well, maybe it's just his imagination

"Charlie said he doesn't like turkey. We'll get him something else next time"

"Isn't he too spoiled for a stray cat?"

Mista just don't get it

How can you make all these cats to follow you??

What kind of magic is that??

And you're not even offering them any food

"We've been walking for twenty minutes and it seems like you summoned cats from the whole Italy"

And your stand

He finds it adorable

He tried to pet it once

Narancia is shocked that someone can love cats THAT much

He still remembers how you beat the man who kicked a cat with your stand

He knows and he will never forget.

Hangs out with you and the cats a lot

It is so much fun to play with them and they're so cute!!

Pleaded Bruno to get you your very own cat

Didn't succeed still

But hey, it was a nice try

Fugo is pretty chill about your stand

But still finds it cute

Yeah he tried to pet it too

But the amount of cats you get around yourself is just mind blowing for him

He didn't even know there were so many cats here

How is this even possible??

And your claims that you can talk to them??

Actually no, he still thinks that it is part of your imagination

Just like imaginary friends or something

Leone is just.. you know.. Leone

He, just like Bruno didn't want you to have a stand

Sometimes feeds cats with you

Maybe even buys them food by himself but don't tell anyone

The only one that ACTUALLY believes that you can talk to them

"Milo says he likes you"

"Well, that's very nice of him"

There's only two types of wolves inside him

One wants to get him your own cat because he knows how you love those animals

And other hesitates because it's a big responsibility

[gingernut1314]

As A Turtle? pt. 3

Polnareff x SDC!Passione!GN!Reader

Summary: The fight against Diavolo wages on and all Polnareff wants to know is if you would still love him?

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR JJBA PART 5 EP. 28-39, Platonic!Risotto x Reader, "would you still love me as a worm" trend, my attempt at French and Italian, pet names/terms of endearment, canon typical violence

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I don't think I will EVER find peace....sob 😭

Taglist: @cinnbar-bun

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Strangled, roaring screams tore through your throat as you unleashed your rage and Stand upon Diavolo, who stood before you with an utter look of triumph. 

Polnareff--he had just been there with you. You had made it to the Colosseum--had just gotten him back and--

Blood poured from Polnareff’s mouth as Diavolo delivered a fatal wound to his chest. You hadn’t been close enough to stop it--to get in the way and protect him. Especially now as the all-but-melting Silver Chariot shoved you backward. 

Polnareff--he didn’t move. Didn’t blink or laugh or berate you for being reckless. 

Just--gone. 

Risotto’s death had hurt you deeply. It had nearly killed you but Polnareff--you two had gone through hell and back together and yet there he was--staring at you with nothing behind his gray eyes and you just felt--you felt dead inside. Completely and utterly devoid of anything besides this utter heartbreak and anger. 

You were charging at the man who had hurt Polnareff over and over because you no longer had the will to stay alive. Not without him there by your side. Not without knowing he was somewhere safe and sound. 

Diavolo hardly even blinked an eye as he dodged your attacks, time seeming to skip forward. Hardly seemed to notice you as he punched you off the floor and down toward the main level of the Colosseum. 

Wind whipped around you and an otherworldly exhaustion turned your world black until you were waking up in a body that felt too strange to you. A body that was feathery and all to hawk-shaped for your own liking. 

But even with this new body, you couldn’t think of anything besides Diavolo’s Stand’s arm running through Polnareff’s chest. Couldn’t help but think of it over and over and over again until it started to drive you mad in rage.

You flapped and crawled your new bird body over to the gathered group, all freaking out over this strange swap of bodies. And through their panic, you noticed the turtle you all had been hiding in hours ago crawling around. 

A turtle began to speak to the group in a voice that was too familiar. 

“Tesoro mio?” You questioned when you found your voice, it sounding squawking and feeling all too off on this bird's tongue. “You’re--you’re okay?” The turtle--no Polnareff, looked to you with eyes all too sad for a turtle. Eyes all too human--all too him. 

“I’m--a turtle.” He said, voice sounding all too worried--pinched. 

“But you are alive.” You insisted, a laugh falling from your mouth--or, beak? As you turned to look at the group standing above you. “Giorno.” You said, not sure which was the true Giorno yet. “Fix his body so when we work this out he won’t have a gaping hole in his chest, yes?” 

“I--I don’t know if that’s how this works.” You narrowed your eyes, if you could even narrow them in this body, at Giorno who was in now in Narancia’s body. You felt your anger take rise once more in your chest at his refusal to do as you asked.

“What do you--yes it is. He’s alive and--”

“Mon coeur,” Polnareff stressed, cutting you off. “We do not have time to argue.” 

“It's--it’s not an argument.” You said with a huff of unbelieving air. He wasn’t--he wouldn’t take this child's side on this? “It’s--you get in that body in the state it is now and you’ll di--” Polnareff cut you off with a quick snap of your name. A snap he rarely ever bit at you, but one you found halting your tongue’s movements. 

“We do not have time to go fix my body. We need to get that arrow.” And as he continued to talk and explain the situation, you couldn’t help but feel a deep, gnawing feeling in your chest. An all too bad and foreboding feeling.

You tried to push that feeling down as you focused on the fight and tasks at hand. But as soon as poor Silver Chariot was defeated and you were rocketed back into your body lying in the Colosseum, that feeling only came back to the forefront of your mind strong and unyielding. 

The Colosseum was quiet. Only the faint buzz of the people outside to be heard. 

Bucciarati's beaten and broken and utterly destroyed body lay all too still where he lay on cold stone. 

He had been in Diavolo’s body…he should be back too. He should be waking up just as you had woken up.

But the longer you stared his way, the more he seemed to grow colder, your heart began to tear because--because he had been alive. Had been talking and fighting and--he should be back in his body by now. 

You dragged yourself to your feet, slowly making for the stairs. Towards the floor Polnareff would be waking up on. 

He would be waking up any second now. 

No noise sounded. Nothing. It was just--silent. Silent as the tomb. Silent as death.

“P-Polnareff?” You called, feet beginning to climb the stairs. “Tesoro mio? Baby?” You called again, voice sounding all too weak in your ears.

Nothing answered you just as you knew nothing would. But you pressed on. Pressed on despite the painful ache growing in your chest. 

You found him just as he had been when you were tossed over the edge. Found his gray eyes unblinking and glazed over, looking ahead at nothing. His skin, which had always been so warm to the touch, looked cold and blue. His wound had stopped bleeding but it was a wound no one could ever hope to heal or survive. 

You knelt before him, looking over the face you had loved more then you had loved anything. 

Looked over the face that had made you laugh and smile and cry and believe in love again.

Your fingers moved to smooth over his shirt, which had ridden up in his crumple to the ground. Wiped a bit of blood off his unscarred eyebrow and did your best to fix his hair, which he had taken so much pride in and would have begun crying over if he could see the state it was in now. 

“All better, yes?” You whispered. A whisper that was given no response.

As gently and as best your weakened strength could, you pulled his body into your arms. A body so stiff and all too cold as you cradled his face against your chest. You placed a soft kiss to his forehead and brushed your fingertip in soothing circles over his forearm. 

You didn’t know how long you held him. How long you sat and how long you buried your thoughts and feelings down. Long enough you forgot how to feel and hear and see. 

That is, until a voice called for you. A voice that kick-started your crumbling heart once more. 

Polnareff was still lying all too stiff in your arms. Still too cold and unseeing and yet--

“Mon coeur?” You turned to find that turtle sitting at the top of the stairs. A turtle who a blue-outlined Polnareff sat out of. So small and so transparent but it was him. 

“Mio Caro?” You responded, tears stinging at your eyes as he crawled closer. This was--was this your image playing some wicked game against you? You wanted with all your heart to believe it untrue but…but you still held his body in your arms. A body which was devoid of any and all things that made Polnareff Polnareff.

“I--I need to ask you something.” His voice wavered and as he grew closer, you could see the matching tears brimming in his eyes. 

Real. This was real. 

“You can ask me.” You said on a near sob as he came to a stop before you. 

“Would you…would you still love me as a turtle?” He asked, something like pure fear in his voice. “You said you wouldn’t.” He whispered, a tear streaking down his red, flushed cheeks. Before he could even blink you were grabbing up that scaly turtle and holding him close. Taking in its warmth and its breath and its being alive.

“I lied. I would still love you as a worm or as a frog or as a turtle. I don’t care as long as you are with me.” You felt a warm brush of air caress your cheek and found a small, ghostly hand belonging to the man you loved there. “Let’s leave Italy, yes? Let’s go anywhere but here. Please, amore.” Polnareff nodded, a small pulling to his lips. 

“As long as I’m with you.” He agreed. You gave a shaking breath as you gave a nod of your own. 

“As long as I’m with you.”

<- previously

[inkpot909]

First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

[noaltbruh]

Hello! Can I request bucci gang with fem s/o who had a military background? She's stern, disciplined, can bark out orders and be your biggest life coach like it's nothing, her raw physical power is inhumane to the point she rarely use her stand, overall just give you military general vibe. But later when the mc and one of the members starts dating, she shows her sentimental side and surprisingly a kinda awkward simp lmao

That's it I hope you have a good day💖

Oh! This request was quite original for sure 😄 But it was fun writing it! And thank you for asking me to write stuff or I'd basically be playing Octopath 2 during all my free time-

Bucci gang with a S/O with a military background

Giorno 🐞

Needless to say, Giorno really respects you not only as a person, but also as a precious ally and colleague.

He thinks highly of you since you're so stern and disciplined, he knows he can rely on you when there's something he cannot handle on his own.

He sometimes comes to you for advice, he just feels like he can trust your judgement.

Okay, can I just say he's a bit startled by how...Aggressively encouraging you are? He thinks it's pretty fun, but he must admit he's very impressed by just how energetic you can be, mixed with your firm behavior as well.

He will never, ever say it out loud...But this boy is a bit intimidated by your physical power to be honest. Okay, he's pretty muscular, but he's not nearly as strong as you are.

He knows this fear is dumb since his stand easily makes up for it, but he can't help it and it embarrasses him greatly. With that being said, he still looks up to you for the effort you put into maintaining such physical conditions.

Of course, seeing your personality shift when you got into a relationship surprised him at first glance, but thinking about it, he can't say he couldn't have seen it coming.

After all, you just HAD to be hiding something more to you behind your military façade. He knows it well since he's the first to mask himself.

He doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this other part of you though. He'll try his absolute hardest to cluster and make you away as soon as he realizes how awkward you actually are.

He'll actually call you cute quite often and probably giggle seeing you all embarrassed, but he never holds malicious intentions whatsoever. He simply thinks you're adorable.

He warmly welcomes your romantic side too, being quite romantic himself, although it may not be very clear at first glance. He'll reserve fancy dinners, grow flowers and buy you the most beautiful roses as a way to keep up with your lovely antics, he can't afford to fall short.

Bruno 🤐

Bruno's brain is low-key trying to process your existence, since you're so different from the rest of his team-

That doesn't mean he does not appreciate you, he really does! It's just... He'd always been used to be the one who gives orders and supports his men, not the other way around.

So, seeing you do what is usually his responsibility and duty highly catches him off guard, but he's quite thrilled by it at the same time, which is what first causes him to developed this of admiration for you.

But be prepared for him to still encourage and guide you whenever he gets the chance to. He thinks it's a good way to indirectly tell you that you're allowed to rely on others too sometimes and you don't always have to be strong.

With that being said, he thinks very highly of you because of your sterness and discipline, you get stuff done when it's necessary and he doesn't hesitate to praise you if you did a good job...Which is pretty much always.

He may even give you some of the hardest jobs, but never too much to overwhelm you. He knows you have limits like everyone else and respects them.

While he does think that your raw strength is impressive, he'll also push you to use your stand more and train to fight with it too.

It's not that he doesn't think you're powerful, but some situations just HAVE to be handled through stands, you can't risk.

He's obviously taken aback by your sudden change, you're just so different from the person he had grown accustomed to. Even so, he must say he's quite happy about this too. After all, it is truly a sign that you're willing to let your guard down around him and be yourself more.

Although he did not expect you to simp and get all bashful as soon as he started to court you...

...And most of all, to court him back as soon as you got the hang of it. It does highly pleas him though, it's really nice to know that good ol' romanticism still exists outside of him.

All these different aspects to your personality only stimulate his curiosity towards you, he truly think you're a unique one and he won't rest until he gets to see everything you have to offer.

Mista 🔫

Nah buddy you don't understand how cool Mista thinks you are.

Honestly he's just astounded by your physical strength, he didn't even think someone could possibly be that ripped to the point where's you wouldn't even have to use your powers.

You low-key scare him, but there's no way in hell he's going to admit that. He also wants to be stoped and crushed by you, but he won't be saying that either.

The pistols love to be around you because of your whole vibe, but number five in particular likes you a lot because he feels safe in your presence and knows the others won't mess with him if you're there.

He's a fan of your praises and hype, he's sperate vero confident, bug having someone else's supports always feels good, doesn't it.

Probably didn't follow your orders at first and thought you were just joking around, then he saw your killer look and went "shit", before immediately doing what you told him-

Despite the respect he has for you, he can't help but think that you worry way too much about stuff and you need to learn how to relax a bit.

Because of this, he'll goof around and make jokes even more when you're near him than usual. He wants to help you to let loose a bit and become more chill.

Honestly, he thinks it's thanks to him that you changed so much once you got together lol.

Once he realizes you're just a huge simp, he'll look for all sorts of ways to embarrass and fluster you, it basically becomes one of his favorite hobbies. If he went too far, you might have to punch him to make him stop, not that he'd mind tho.

Mista's not a very romantic person, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate your own romantic side. The fancy dates, all those sweet words and moments are surely quite different from most relationships Mista's ever had, but that's also why he likes them. They're a new territory, and he's all in for that.

Narancia 🍊

Mommy? SORRY-...Mommy?

You can't tell me this isn't true. You think you're a simp? You've got Narancia on his knees simply by existing.

Literally, just say the word and he'll come running for your, hanging from your finger, following whatever order you may give him and completing him exactly like you told him to.

Please, support him and encourage him whenever he gets stuff done right. This boy lives for your approval and hearing you give him advice or tell him he did a good job will make him 10 times more motivated to get anything done.

He's a bit insecure about himself, so knowing you think positively of him reassures him a lot.

Speaking of which, he knows he's safe in your presence, and it's a great source of comfort for him.

Honestly, he thinks your whole super stern and collected behavior is super badass, he loves how you can keep your cool even in tough situations and you never seem to snap like he does. He just wants to be like you sooo badly!

You gotta stop his jaw from falling to the ground when he sees you beat the hell out of an enemy. After staring at you in awe for a second, he'll remember he needs to help you fight and will gladly join in kicking the dude to death.

With that being said, he'll spend the entre nighr staring at the ceiling and thinking about awesome you looked-

In case you haven't noticed, he'd quite muscular himself, he wants to train with you too! His dream is to become as powerful as you are, but if he can't, just training knowing you're by side, and showing off he can also be strong is enough for him.

Okay, when your personality begins to shift, Orange boy is so lost. It's not that he doesn't like you anymore of anything, he's just...Confused. You're so different from the Y/N he's used to.

With that being said though, he quickly gets used to this change, and he's all in for that! Honestly, the fact that you sometimes come off as a bit awkward just makes it easier for him to empathize with your feelings, since he'd most definitely be very nervous around you out of pure embarrassment during your first conversations.

But he takes your simping deep admiration for him as a way to show off to you! He's gonna prove he's just as badass as you are, he wants to leave you speechless and will give everything he has to impress you, no holding back!

This boy is 100% a hopeless romantic, although he's bad at putting his lovely dovey ideas into practise, mostly because he's very clumsy and he'd probably set the kitchen on fire trying to make a nice candlelight dinner-

Because of this, knowing you're alike when it comes to romanticism reassures him. He knows that even if he messes up sometimes, you'll still always appreciate his effort and the energy he puts in his sweet gestures for you.

Moreover, no matter what you may do or organize with Nari, like watching the moon together or dedicating a song to him, he'll cherish it forever and ever in his heart. Every romantic moment you two share become a core memory that he's constantly going to think back to and smile without even realizing it.

He'll always love you, no matter what side of yourself you may be showing :)♡

Fugo 🍓

My friend, Fugo's afraid of you-

Have you seen this guy? He feels like a wimp compared to you, he's genuinely afraid you're just gonna take him and rip his bones in half.

When he does start to realize that you'd never do that, however, he begins to feel...Relived by your presence, in a sense. You just seem like someone he can rely on, which puts him at ease.

Also, you're one of the few people in the house who aren't constantly annoying or trying to piss him off. You're serious and he knows he can have a mildly intelligent conversation with you.

You're a good partner on missions too. He respects the way you're so determined on upholding your duty and don't mess around, he's faithful that any enemy you may face is screwed as long as he's got you with him.

He understands why you'd prefer to rely on your physical force rather than your stand, he doesn't like using Purple Haze either. Even so, he does partially think that it's a bit of a waste not to put it in action, since yours doesn't put everything and everyone in danger as soon as it shows up.

Okay let's be honest, boy's probably got the physical strength of a little girl, unless he's angry.

Therefore, some advice or words of encouragement from you are always more than welcomed, they push him to better himself while still reminding him that he's already doing fine.

When you show him your more sentimental and awkward side, Fugo gets you so well. He may seem smart and all but he's an embarrassing simp himself.

So, you guys go together like two peas in a pod, you just feel very understood by the other and don't fear their judgment at all. You're both messes so you cancel your goofiness out.

Your romantic side is gonna get him so flustered. He blushes easily and has most likely never been in a relationship before, so this kind of...Ahem, behavior, makes him scream inside, but with joy for once.

He'll try to organize something romantic for you in return, and it'll be either the most well-crafted, prepared and unique date ever...Or a total disaster. Either way, his effort is admirable.

Abbacchio ⏪

I'm sorry but Abbacchio couldn't stand you at first.

Your whole behavior just reminds him too much of the person he used to be, and just looking at you feels like looking at himself in a broken mirror.

Tries to avoid you as much as he can, and when it's not possible, he's the rudest, meanest, coldest fucker around.

The two of you only started to get along after you either saved or was a huge help to him during a mission. He was taken aback by your raw sstrength, but literally all he did once this was over was calling you a moron for not using your stand.

Secretary, he thought it was the most badass scene he's ever assisted to in his life. No, he'll never say it directly, screw you.

Complains and claims that he isn't going to follow your orders, before doing exactly that. If you were to brought that up, he'll interrupt the conversation as soon as possible and simply tell you that he did it because he wanted to, not because you told him to or anything.

He acts annoyed everyone you encourage or hype him up, saying that he doesn't need your support, but from the way he always looks away and lacks his usual bitterness in his tone, you can tell that he secretly appreciates your efforts.

Slowly, very slowly, but surely, you begin to notice small shifts and changes in the way he treats you. He doesn't look at you with disgust, willingly follows your advice and overall feels more comfortable in your presence, even cracking a few smiles here and there.

You end up becoming a huge source of inspiration to him. He still sees a lot of the person he used to be whenever you're near him, yet he doesn't view it in a negative light anymore.

A small part of Abbacchio wants to go back to be the man with the string sense of justice he once used to be. You're a constant reminder that just because he made a mistake, that doesn't mean he can't make up for it or has to live stick in the past forever.

And just when he starts to respect you... You change too-

What the?- Is this really the Y/N he knows? The stern, serious one? The wise one? The responsible one?

Is he startled? Yes, yes absolutely. Then again, he HAS to admit to himself that you being in his life has led to him modifying his own behavior quite a lot, so he shouldn't be that surprised about you being different from your usual self as well.

He's not the best with your awkward or sensitive side, but he does what he can. He knows that emotional support is something he just has to give in a relationship, so he sucks it up and never makes you feel embarrassed for what you do or say.

He's most likely amused by your romantic nature and may think it's kinda cheesy, but he secretly loves it with all his heart, and wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Trish 🎙

Ok, Trish is a bit conflicted when it comes to you.

Like- she doesn't really have anything against you particularly. The thing is, she sort of has very split opinions concerning your behavior.

For example, she admires how stern and professional you are, how you seem to always have stuff under control and never be scared.

At the same time, however, the thinks that you sometimes take things way too seriously, you should learn to let loose a bit more and just enjoy life at it this.

Because of this, she tries to get you to break free from your shell and probably takes you dancing or shopping whenever she has the opportunity to.

Another example is that she loves when you act as her personal life coach. She's a very self-confident going lady and lives for praise...Especially from you, although don't expect her to tell you this often. You're always there to motivate her even on those rare occasions when she isn't feeling her best, she adores you for this.

BUT, she can't stand when you act all pushy and boss her around, she deposed being told what to do and there's a high chance she won't listen to you if she doesn't agree with you...At least during early times.

She'll become more willing to follow your advice if you're patient with her, but she'll always make it very clear that she doesn't think it's the best option.

No but like- the first time she saw you fight, her only thought was "Wtf?!"

She didn't think someone could possibly be as strong as you are, she just exchange concerns looks with Spice girl while encouraging you herself, even if you're already doing great.

"YAAAAS QUEEN SLAAAAY"

Honestly, she doesn't question your personality shift too much. She knows that'd how people are: the more you get to know them, the more you realise they're fundamentally different from what you actually thought of them.

And honestly, since she does also begin to show her softer side herself when you get together, knowing you won't think less of her for being open about her feelings truly makes her glad to have chosen you as her partner.

In return, no matter how awkward you can be, you can expect Trish to 100% support and be there for you at any given time. Although she will tease you for getting flustered if she got the chance to.

She lives for your romantic side, it's literally her ideal relationship coming true. Being courted and loved and feeling all special...God, she adores it.

Rambles to the others about your romantic gestures all the time and will hit in the face with her boot anyone who dares call you cheesy ^^

[j6suke]

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" BEFORE WE GO OUT, WHAT'S YOUR ADRESS? "

please always feel free to slide into my asks anytime! it just might take me a while to get to them sometimes.

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

(keeping it small atm to not fry my brain + you may notice there are no minors, this is intentional)

JJK:

ᰔ nanami

ᰔ gojo

ᰔ choso

ᰔ toji

ONE PIECE:

ᰔ luffy

ᰔ zoro

ᰔ sanji

ᰔ law

JJBA::

p3:

ᰔ polnareff. that's it lol.

p4:

ᰔ rohan

ᰔ jotaro

p5:

ᰔ bruno

ᰔ abbachio

ᰔ mista

my..

do's: nsfw/smut, weed/tobacco/alcohol, mental health issues, body dysmorphia, eds, angst (pls be specific if requesting), gn reader, addiction, hcs

wont's: male reader, body dysphoria, any bodily fluid that's not spit/cum LOL, dom reader, polyamory, sexualisation of minors to any extent

(a chunk of these are due to me not having lived experience with them, nothing is wrong with most of them. )

love ya! xx