#bucciarati x reader

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genre: erotic fiction

warnings: boners; doesn’t lead to anything tho, slight NSFW

characters: bucci gang

notes: F!reader, also i wasn’t going to include the 18- characters (giorno, narancia, fugo) but i set up a poll yesterday on whether I should include or exclude them and the majority of the votes told me to include so here you guys go!

Bucci gang members getting a hard-on from their crush

Giorno Giovanna

You and Giorno are sitting on an ornate balcony overlooking Naples, enjoying the sunset. The atmosphere is warm, the golden glow of the setting sun enhancing the intimacy.

Giorno listens carefully as you speak, but he's acutely aware of the way your body shifts closer, your fingers lightly brushing his thigh as you adjust yourself on the seat. The touch is innocent, but it sends a ripple of heat through him. He prides himself on his control, but he feels his breath hitch when you lean in even closer, your lips just inches from his ear, as you softly ask him a question.

His pulse quickens. His hand rests on his knee, and he clenches his fist discreetly, trying to maintain his calm façade. But beneath the table, he subtly shifts, trying to hide the involuntary reaction your proximity is causing.

You tilt your head curiously when he doesn't immediately answer, your eyes meeting his. "Giorno, are you okay? You seem a little... distant."

Giorno's face remains calm, though his voice is deeper than usual. "I'm fine," he replies, his words a touch slower, as if carefully measured. But the heat creeping up his neck and the tightness he feels under the table say otherwise.

His composure slips for just a moment as he brushes a strand of your hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your cheek.

Your soft smile doesn't help. It only fuels the heat in his chest, making him long for more, but Giorno, always the gentleman, leans back slightly to catch his breath, hoping you don’t notice the subtle tension building between you two

Bruno Bucciarati

You and Bruno are working on a mission late into the night. The small room is dimly lit, and you're seated next to each other, sharing the same space.

Bruno's focused, but as you lean over to point something out on the map, your chest lightly presses against his arm. He freezes for a split second, the warmth of your body suddenly igniting something in him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the map, trying to maintain his usual collected demeanor, but inside, his thoughts are racing.

Your breath tickles his ear as you speak softly, oblivious to the effect you’re having on him. The sensation of your body so close, combined with the scent of your perfume, stirs a primal response that even Bruno struggles to suppress.

His jaw clenches slightly, and he subtly shifts in his seat, his hand pressing against his thigh to calm himself. But when you laugh softly, your lips so close to his neck, he feels a surge of warmth, and he has to cross his legs beneath the table to hide the growing tension in his body.

You turn to him, your lips still curved in a smile. "Bruno? You're awfully quiet." There's a playful teasing in your tone, but Bruno only offers a tight smile, his usual confidence faltering.

"I'm just... concentrating," he says, though the slight huskiness in his voice betrays him. He swallows hard, his hands resting in his lap, hoping you don’t notice how affected he is by your presence.

Leone Abbacchio

You and Abbacchio are seated at a secluded corner of a bar, the dim lighting creating a sultry atmosphere. You have been teasing him all night, your laughter cutting through the low hum of the room.

Abbacchio's used to keeping his emotions in check, but you know just how to push his buttons. You lean in closer, your leg brushing against his under the table as you smirk at him.

"You're really fun to mess with, you know that?" you tease, your voice a little lower than before.

Your lips are dangerously close to his ear now, and Abbacchio tenses, feeling a surge of heat course through him. His body reacts instinctively to the closeness, and he grits his teeth, shifting slightly in his seat to try and adjust himself without making it obvious. The tightness in his pants is becoming more noticeable, and he silently curses his body's reaction.

He turns his head to glare at you, his usual scowl in place, but his eyes betray him-they're darker now, filled with something he's trying to keep under control. "You're playing with fire," he mutters, his voice low and gruff.

You lean back slightly, still smiling, but your eyes linger on him, noticing the tension in his body. Abbacchio crosses his arms, but it doesn't help; he's still keenly aware of the way his body is reacting to your proximity, and it frustrates him that he can't maintain his usual composure.

He quickly finishes his drink, hoping to distract himself, but the heat between you lingers, and Abbacchio is left sitting in silence, pretending he's unaffected, though you both know better

Guido Mista

You two are walking down a quiet street after a late-night hangout. The moonlight making everything feel more intimate.

You're laughing, the mood light, until you playfully nudge him, your hand resting on his chest for a moment longer than expected. Mista stops mid-sentence, the playful vibe suddenly shifting. Your touch sends a jolt through him, and he feels a wave of heat spreading downwards.

"Uh, wow," he says, his voice cracking slightly as he laughs awkwardly, trying to shake off the feeling. But his body's already reacting, and he glances down quickly, panicking as he realizes the situation unfolding in his pants.

Mista's always been confident, but right now, he feels the need to hide his growing arousal, pulling his jacket down to cover himself. "Hey, you wanna grab some gelato or something?" he blurts out, his voice a bit higher-pitched than usual as he tries to change the subject.

You look at him, amused by his sudden shift in energy, and arche a brow. "Mista, are you okay? You seem... flustered." Your tone is teasing, and Mista feels his face flush as he desperately tries to keep his cool.

"I'm not flustered! I just-uh, I really want ice cream, that's all," he says, laughing too loudly. But as you walk, his steps are a little stiffer, and he keeps his hands awkwardly in his pockets, trying to play it off. Inside, though, he's mentally cursing his body for betraying him so easily

Narancia Ghirga

You are hanging out on a rooftop, watching the city lights flicker below. The cool night air contrasts with the growing warmth between you as you sit close together.

Narancia's usually full of energy, but tonight, he's more subdued, his attention drawn to the way your leg brushes against his. You shift closer to him, your body pressing lightly against his, and Narancia feels his throat go dry. He's not used to feeling this kind of tension-it's different from anything he's experienced before.

Your hand grazes his knee, and suddenly, his body reacts with a jolt of heat. His breath hitches, and he shifts uncomfortably, feeling the tightness in his pants as his arousal becomes undeniable. He glances at you, panic flickering in his eyes as he tries to play it off.

“S-sorry, it's just a little cold up here," he stammers, though his voice betrays him. It's not cold at all, and the heat radiating from his body is unmistakable.

You look at him, your expression soft, but there's a hint of something more in your gaze. "Narancia, you okay?" you ask, your voice gentle, but your touch lingers on his leg, making his pulse race even faster.

He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Y-yeah, I'm fine! Just.. you know, uh... the city's really pretty tonight, huh?" He's babbling, trying to distract himself, but the tension between you is growing, and his body isn't giving him any breaks.

Narancia shifts again, pulling his shirt down as subtly as possible, hoping you don’t notice his very obvious reaction. But the way you’re looking at him with that knowing smile, makes him realize you probably already have

Pannacotta Fugo

The both of you are in the library, studying together late into the evening. The quiet atmosphere is heavy with tension, and the dim lighting makes everything feel more intimate.

Fugo’s eyes are glued to his book, but his thoughts are elsewhere. You are sitting right next to him, leaning over to look at the same text, and the scent of your perfume is clouding his usually sharp mind. Every now and then, your arm brushes against his, and with every accidental touch, Fugo feels his composure slipping.

He adjusts his collar, suddenly too aware of the warmth building in his chest—and lower. His mind races, scolding himself for letting his thoughts wander like this, but the tension between you is growing, and he can’t ignore it any longer. Your hand grazes his knee lightly, and the contact sends a shockwave through his body, stirring something deep inside him.

Fugo’s body reacts before his mind can catch up. He shifts awkwardly in his seat, crossing his legs beneath the table, but the pressure in his pants is undeniable. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, hoping you don’t notice the slight tremble in his hands as he grips the edge of the table, trying to stay focused on the book in front of him.

You lean in closer, your breath warm against his ear as you ask him something, your voice soft and teasing. “Fugo, you seem distracted… everything okay?”

He swallows hard, feeling a rush of heat up his neck. His voice is lower than usual as he replies, “I’m fine. Just… trying to concentrate.” But his body betrays him; his heart is racing, and the tension in his pants grows harder to hide.

You smile knowingly, your eyes lingering on his face for a moment longer than necessary. Fugo clenches his fist, fighting the urge to lose control. He’s always been careful, disciplined—but right now, with you so close, he feels himself dangerously close to crossing a line he’s never dared before.

In a sudden move, he pushes his chair back slightly, creating more space between you. “I need some air,” he mutters, his voice strained as he stands up quickly, hoping you don’t see the flush creeping across his face, or the other, much more obvious reaction he’s trying to hide

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My first hc post officially has 100 notes 🥹

To celebrate……

Anotha one.

Bucci Squad when their crush or S/O gets badly hurt during a mission!

Bucciarati:

RIP to the one who has awoken mama bear

Without hesitation will use Sticky Fingers to safely tuck you away from danger until the threat is taken care of.

Depending on how severe the injury is, he’ll send another member in the zipper dimension with you to make sure you’re okay. If it’s life threatening, he’ll make Giorno heal you there.

Once you’re somewhere safe, it’s go time. There’s no holding back and the rest of the team is actually a little shocked (or scared) of his lack of composure when going after the one who hurt you.

He will accept help from the others if he needs it, he doesn’t care as long as the person gets fucked up. He will however insist on on delivering the finishing blow

Will probably deliver a really emotional speech about “those who dare harm the one he loves” (he’ll do this whether you’re dating or not bc ur prob unconcious anyway so it won’t really be a confession lmfao) as he proceeds to zipper their entire body apart and rip the pieces to shreds

Once the battle is over, he’s taking you home and not leaving your side until you’re better. If you’re dating he’ll make sure there’s always a fresh red rose by your bedside ❤️

Mista:

Did someone order a side of Swiss cheese?Because that’s what Mista is about to turn this person into.

He will throw himself in front of you and order one of the others to get you the hell out of there. He doesn’t care if he gets hit with an attack as long as you’re not getting hurt anymore.

The Sex Pistols are ANGRY. 5 is crying and wants to go to you, but knows Mista needs every bit of help he can get. They’re going absolutely nuts helping to riddle your attacker with bullets nonstop. Some of them are even trying to cling onto them and straight up bite chunks out of their body.

Mista will want to take care of this person himself but if he can’t handle it on his own, he’ll reluctantly let the others assist him. At the end of the day he doesn’t really care as long as he gets some (MANY) good shots in and this person is no more.

Once the fight is over, he’s sprinting to your side to assess the damage. Putting pressure on any wounds, he’ll take his shirt off to make a pillow for your head. Hell even rip it to shreds if you need bandages he doesn’t care.

If there’s a lot of damage, he’ll ask Giorno to help. He’s not letting you die on him.

Once you’re back home or somewhere safe, he’s doing everything he can to take care of you and help you. Any time you need food or water or a change of bandages, he’s the one who’s going to get it. Other than that, he never leaves your side until you’re better.

Abbachio:

This person is definitely gonna regret laying a finger on you.

He scoops you up and brings you somewhere safe while he’s yelling at the others to give them everything they’ve got.

If your life is in danger, he will put his hatred for Giorno aside and start begging him to come and heal you. He’s so desperate that the others are kind of shocked. They never realized you meant so much to him.

Depending on the enemy stand users abilities, he knows he and his own stand may be no match for them. If that’s the case, all he asks is that the others leave them alive so he can finish them off….

Once that has been done and he knows you’re going to be okay, he’ll demand that the others stay with you while he “takes care of things.”

He doesn’t even wanna use Moody Blues. In fact, he’s called his stand back in. If there’s anything laying around like a crowbar, a plank of wood, something that can do damage, he’ll grab it. If not, being the strongest of the group physically, he has no problem using his fists.

The others will watch from afar as Leone makes this person unrecognizable as human. This person is literally begging and pleading for mercy, but Abbacchio doesn’t intend on stopping. Even when they’re long dead, he just keeps going until they’re a bloody pulp.

He’ll walk back to you and the group, covered in the blood of the enemy and tell everyone to back off. He carries you the whole way back to whenever you’re staying. If you’re dating, he’ll just hold you and silently cry when you’re away from the others as he tells you how much he loves you and never wants to lose you.

Narancia:

Lol the others should run

No actually. He’s telling the rest of the Bucci gang to take you, make sure you’re okay, and run. FAR. Away.

He’s literally screaming at this person as he uses Aerosmith to just unleash everything it has. If there’s cars or anything around that he can use to set a fire, the whole area will be set ablaze within minutes.

Once he knows it’ll finish them off for good, Narancia will drop Aerosmith’s bomb and absolutely destroy everything in the vicinity. He doesn’t even care if he hurts himself at this point.

When the deed is finally done, he’s rushing to you and the others, tears running down his face yelling and making sure you are/are going to be okay.

Once you’re all back home, Narancia is constantly bringing you snacks and drinks and feeding them to you. He’ll set his boombox up in your room and let you ply all your favourite songs to help brighten the mood. He acts cheery to put a smile on your face, but this boy is honestly traumatized after watching you get hurt like that.

If you’re not dating, he feels like he literally needs to guard your room at night. He has this irrational fear that someone else will break in to try to finish you off. If you’re in a relationship, he sleeps with you every single night, waking up every half hour/an hour because he’s so worried something will happen.

Will pick you flowers he found (they’re actually weeds lol) outside because he knows how much you like them

Giorno

Uh yeah so he’s definitely about to prove he’s his fathers son here

He’s calm. Like SCARY calm. The others have never seen him act this way before and it’s freaking them out.

He’ll heal any wounds that need to be tended to immediately, then ask the others to take you somewhere you’ll be safer

He never once loses his composure. In fact, the others think they can see him….smiling???

His goal now is to use Gold Experience to make this person regret they were ever born. The enemy won’t even notice the strategically placed roots he’s been sprouting from the ground until it’s too late…

Once the enemy is where Giorno wants him, the others will watch this person slowly. SO slowly. Get impaled all over with thin tree branches. Giorno makes sure this person stays alive for a long time. Once he’s ready to finish the job, he will make the tree grow fully through their body, completely tearing them apart.

The others jaws are on the floor as they watch Giorno walk back over to them, the scene behind him looking like a gory horror movie. Most of them are a little scared of him right now but Abbacchio actually managed to grow a sliver of respect for him, strangely enough.

Upon seeing you, he goes back to his normal, kind self. When you get home, he will care for you until you’re better. If you’re dating, he’ll hold you tightly as he tells you how much he loves you and will never let anyone hurt you like that again.

Fugo

So he actually almost kills everyone out of complete, uncontrollable rage

He’s so angry he honestly doesn’t even check on you before going nuts on this person. The others, realizing they can’t stop him and would definitely die trying, get you to safety and take care of any injuries that may need immediate attention.

Fugo honestly almost gets himself killed with his own stand. But he doesn’t care, because at the end of the day, the person who hurt you is gone and boy did they suffer greatly

He finally calls Purple Haze back in, realizing how reckless he was being in his emotional state. He feels ashamed, but couldn’t help himself when he saw you laying there, crumpled up in pain on the ground.

When you get back, he’s actually avoiding you at first. When he finally comes to see you, he explodes. “What the Hell were you thinking??? Are you stupid, throwing yourself in the middle like that to blindly defend everyone? You could’ve gotten yourself KILLED. I almost LOST YOU.”

…if you weren’t dating already, that was pretty much his confession of his feelings for you. If you are in a relationship, he’ll finally let his guard down and just weep. You actually have to comfort him at first. He just keeps repeating how much he loves you and can’t ever lose you. He’s saying he’s sorry over and over again. Sorry for letting you get that hurt, sorry for almost hurting the others. He’s just sorry. And he swears to protect you and work on being more calm in those situations.

I’ll be adding one for Trish later as I was having a hard time thinking of a good amount of hcs for her and I’ve had this in my drafts so long that I just really wanna get it out there! I hope you guys liked this one, and again, always feel free to send in a request for some hcs from me! :)

Love: your friendly neighborhood Abbacchio simp 😌

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Nobody Does it Better- Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Word Count: 12.1k - I need psychiatric help

CW: smut (of course), kinda rough sex, some violence, mafia treachery, religious symbolism (presented in the context of art)

Can also be read on ao3 (probably easier given how long this is)

A/N: From an ao3 request for capo Bruno paired with a fellow capo reader. Keep in mind that I have never been to Italy so any information about the setting comes from google and my brain lol. Also, while I'm pretty sure the design on Bruno's chest is supposed to be a lacy undershirt in the manga, it definitely looks like a tattoo in the anime and I think it's a bit more scandalous if it's a tattoo, so it's a tattoo here. Regardless, I hope you enjoy, I'm hoping to get through more requests sooooon!! Hopefully not quite so long as this one oops!

Rising to the rank of capo in Passione was no small feat, but you had done so in just a handful of years. Your home life had been one of dissonance and so it wasn’t any wonder that you had gone the unfortunate way of many of your peers, scrounging for survival in the streets.   Starving and alone, you were entirely out of options that night several years ago when a plucky little boy around your age had found you, sick and shivering in a filthy, damp alleyway.  

Delirious from fever, you were met with the impression that an angel had fallen to earth and rescued you from ruin, but reality had not been quite as kind.  The boy offered you solace in the dusky hotel where he resided and saw to it that you were fed and taken care of.  In the morning, with your lucidity having returned to you, it was quite apparent that the boy who had come to your rescue was a member of Passione and the very thought left you reproachful of even his most genuine assistance.  

The extent of the power Passione had over Italy could not be overestimated. You knew that the shadow of that treacherous organization extended far beyond the edges of the little city you called home. You had known better than to involve yourself with something so unsavory; however hard up you were, you were not going to trade your life away just to end up the beast of burden to a faceless, unknowable entity who viewed you more as a number than a human. 

The boy who had acted as your savior approached you with a stoic expression that made him appear far wiser than his meager years would’ve suggested but you only glared back at him with contempt burning in your eyes. You knew a debt to Passione was not one you could easily be free of, so before you even properly met the boy, you loathed him with all the fire in your soul.  He tentatively handed you a glass of water which you accepted, only to promptly splash in his face. “Puttana, what did you do that for?” 

“I know what you are,” you spat, rage bubbling in your chest until you reached your fatal boiling point, “goddamn mafioso, the world would be a better place without the likes of you in it.  Whatever you brought me here for, I won’t do it!”

“You would be dead in the gutter if I hadn’t helped you stronza!”

“Bruno…” a deep, almost metallic-sounding voice bellowed, reverberating off the walls of the hotel room, “what did I tell you about bringing another ruffian into my home?” 

“Polpo, sir, I—”

“Oh, a girl, Bruno, you dog you.” 

“It’s not like that!” The boy shouted in vehement protest before shrinking back in fear of impending punishment for having spoken out of turn, “and besides, she was just leaving.” 

You nodded silently to affirm his claim and made a quick, darting movement to escape. Polpo’s reputation preceded him; he was a cruel and cold capo who seized what he wanted through whatever means necessary and wherever he went, he was undoubtedly treated like a king but in practice, he was more akin to a tyrant.  In the far recesses of your heart, you felt a pang of guilt for the boy; a mafioso he may be, but he had still come to your rescue without the hope of selfish gain. You bowed humbly to show your gratitude for the sanctuary you had been provided the night before, hoping the gesture would be enough to placate some of the man’s ire towards his subordinate, then you made another hasty attempt to make your exit, but your arm was caught in the capo’s massive, swollen hand.  “And where is it that you are so eager to run off to, it’s clear that such a sickly thing has no home waiting for her, why not join me?  It’s a generous offer, you would have food, shelter, and above all else, my protection, all I ask is that you pass one simple test.” 

His booming voice struck something deeply within you, as though he had tapped into the very wiring of your brain and pulled something loose. Before him, you felt entirely powerless and it required all of your strength just to remain on your feet as he forced you to look into the black depths of his soulless eyes.  “A-and if I were to refuse?” You stuttered, unable to hide the irresolution that quaked your entire frame. 

“Hmm?  Well, in that case, I suppose you would be of no use to me,” he said, forcing aloofness as he glanced over his fingernails.  “Quite a shame too, I can’t say things tend to bode well for those who cross me.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as he uttered such a thinly veiled threat, you were foolish to even tenuously believe that he would let you walk free without the demand of some kind of restitution, in the face of him, you were left utterly bereft of words, so shaken that you couldn’t see beyond the immediate terror that drowned out any of your better senses.

“Think it over, someone like you could be quite an asset to this organization.” 

“S-someone like me?” You asked and a dim hope arose that he might look favorably upon you and that you might find your freedom yet.

“Yes, someone that no one would ever come looking for, someone with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Someone expendable.”

There it was, your worst fears laid out before you as if by the wave of a hand, you had been stripped of all your resolve, forced to relinquish the last vestiges of personhood you had clung to so fiercely. “What do I have to do?”

A wicked sneer crawled across the corpulent man’s face and though you could not see what happened next, the ominous aura caused every inch of your skin to prickle with goosebumps and the acute sensation that followed was enough to make your body go limp. After that, the next thing you were able to recall was waking up in a warm bed feeling rather worse for wear, but the pin on your bedside table let you know that your initiation into Passione had been a success.  

And so swore fealty to Passione, from then on your future was set in stone, you would not know any other life that wasn’t one of carnage and bloodshed. After a while, it became normal, more than that, you began to revel in it. What had once been stomach-churning acts of violence soon left you aglow with pride, you ruthlessly pursued anything you wanted, no sacrifice was too great, “all for the good of the organization,” you said as you rose effortlessly through the ranks, paying little heed to those you had stepped on to reach for higher and heights. Was it any wonder that you’d become a capo in only a few short years?  Certainly not, and you were as respected by your subordinates as you were feared and in truth, any of you considered even your darkest of deeds to be worth the price now that you lived a life of luxury.

As the years passed, any thoughts of the boy that had come to your rescue had receded to only a dim recollection your mind could only laboriously conjure up, though your connection to him was not one you could so easily forget and every time you heard his name in passing, you were catapulted back in time, struck by a vision of tan skin, dark hair, and deep blue sunken eyes that looked upon you with violent contempt.   

Bruno Bucciarati; you had not seen him in years and perhaps that was for the best, he had not been shy about his acrimonious feelings towards you and even though there was a part of you, deep in the reservoir of your cold, cold heart that still looked favorably upon him, you did not think the possibility of amends would be worth the risk of altercation.

But then, on a perfectly common day at the end of March, came the instructions for your latest assignment, direct from the hands of Percilo himself. You had been requested to undertake a special mission with the newly appointed capo with one clear goal in mind: eliminate the leader of the hitman team, Risotto Nero. So you were left with no other choice but to follow the orders that had been handed down to you, you could never violate a direct order from the Boss and live to tell about it. Armed with the knowledge that Bruno would be less than enthused by your presence, you arranged your travel plans and made a reservation under a false name at that little restaurant Bruno was so terribly fond of and planned to enter unannounced before he had a chance to deny you entry.

Seated at one of the quaint tables, you observed as a group of well-dressed civilians was led to their reserved table nearby which provided you with the perfect opportunity to ask the maitre-d’ if he could send for Bucciarati.  While he complied graciously and assured you that he was in, instead of Bucciarati, a trio of vibrantly dressed, obstreperous youths emerged from the back of the restaurant and crowded your table. 

“Are you the one who’s been asking for—” the blond dressed in a green suit asked before being interrupted by one of his friends.

“Who are you and why do you want to see Bucciarati?” 

“Narancia, cool it, that’s not the way you talk to a guest.  You gotta ask nicely and if they don’t comply, then, well, we have other means.” The third man said as he glanced at the purple handle of a pistol that stuck out of his waistband. 

“Are you threatening me?” You asked, feigning an affectation of coyness as you looked up innocently from your menu. 

“A threat?  No, no, I like to think of this as more of a suggestion if anything.” 

“And if I choose not to take your suggestion?” 

“Well, you don’t have to, but I can’t say I’d be so eager to throw my life away,” he said with a shrug, letting his fingers over just over the handle, baiting you to continue your defiance. 

“Aw, you think you could kill me? That’s adorable. Where did Bruno pick you up?” You simpered, folding your hands together in an offhand gesture to emphasize the meaninglessness of his threats.

“Listen, lady, just tell us what you want with Bucciarati, we’re not gonna fight you if we don’t have to,” he said at last, planting his hands firmly on the table, having given up any pretense towards a gunfight in the middle of the restaurant. 

“I will only talk to Bruno, not whatever help he’s pulled together.”

“And what makes you think we’ll let you?”

“Oh, you will,” you said, standing up with a crazed look in your eye, ready to fight if necessary, but you reined in your temper just enough to keep the upper hand, “after all, he and I are old friends.”

“Doubt it,” the blond cut in, matching his tone to yours, “Bucciarati told us about the kinds of friends he had before and none of them are welcome here.” 

“Well, that’s quite a shame then, because—” you began, but were cut off by a familiar voice slicing through the ensuing quarrel.

“What is going on out here? Mista, Narancia, Fugo, when I sent you to see who was asking for me, I explicitly told you to do so without disturbing the other guests!” Bucciarati shouted, a pair of other men flanking him as they entered the scene, the man to his left had silver hair and wore a long, dark coat, and to his right was a young blond with his hair tied back into a braid, dressed in a lurid pink suit.

“My, my, Bruno Bucciarati, as I live and breathe,” you said, a sly, coquettish titter to your voice as you collected yourself, he was certainly just as handsome as you remembered him, “can’t say I thought I’d ever see the day where they’d let you make capo, the Boss must really be desperate after what happened to ole Polpo.”

“You… I thought you knew better than to ever show your face around me again,” he sneered, several vulgar interjections from his colorful subordinates followed his declaration.  

“Now, now, is that any way to treat a lady?” You asked, abandoning the table entirely and sauntering over to where he stood with the letter in hand.  “And besides, I’m here because of my orders alone and these have been handed down from the top, if you care to have a look.”

He snatched the paper from your hand and read it over carefully. It was legit. Only a select few had ever been chosen directly by the Boss himself, but all were rewarded handsomely in both monetary compensation and under the banner of greater trust. As much Bruno did not want to tangle himself with any of the unsavory business you often dealt with, that added trust alone could prove essential to the long-term goals he and his newfound friend were aiming towards, “one last mission and then we go back to being strangers. I mean it, I don’t ever want to hear from you again, are we clear?”

“Crystal.” 

The details were dealt with accordingly and you returned to your hotel to bide your time until your departure the following day. Meanwhile, Bucciarati discussed the matter in depth with his team, though all the while, a flurry of unwelcome emotions stewed relentlessly through his mind, as vivid and intolerable as the last time he laid eyes on you.

“Bucciarati, I think you should seriously reconsider accepting this mission, something about it seems strange,” Giorno said as he looked over the fragment of the letter you left in their care.

“You can’t be serious, stronzo! Bucciarati can’t just ignore a direct order from the Boss!” Abbacchio exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table with such ferocity it caused the dishes to rattle in their places. 

“Listen, Giorno, I know you’re new here, but the Boss doesn’t hand out missions like this to just anyone,” Fugo said, more calmly than his cohort, but still in vehement opposition to anything that may create conflict between them and the Boss. And rightfully so, it would be a foolish endeavor to even think one stood a chance against such a fearsome adversary.  

“Yes, they’re right Giorno, disagreeable as they are, orders are orders and I am determined to see this through.” 

Giorno sighed and mulled over the arrangement before drawing his own conclusion and covertly hiding something in Bucciarati’s pocket. “Giorno, what is—”

“Take it for luck. It’s… insurance.” Bucciarati did not need to ask questions to understand where Giorno’s intentions lay, but he could not afford to disclose any further information and jeopardize the safety of his team.

“Come Bucciarati, the instructions say to meet at Napoli Centrale, I’ll drive you.” 

“That won’t be necessary Fugo, I promised my old friend that I would meet her at her hotel.” 

“Is it wise to disobey orders like that?” 

“Perhaps not wise, but I doubt any harm will come of it. The Boss must be well aware of our history or else he would not have specifically paired us to work together.” 

“Well, alright, you would know best, just promise that you’ll be safe… for all of us, we need you as our leader.”

“Thank you, Fugo, I will make it back from this, you have my word,” Bruno declared, his resolve was evident in the deep tone of his voice. One more mission, that’s all it would be. He would earn the Boss’s trust and then you would be out of his life for good.

It was early the next morning when there came three rapid knocks on the door of your hotel room and with all the swiftness of a cat, you glided to the door and pulled the chain through the lock so that you could open the door just enough to make sure your visitor had been invited.  “So you came after all, Bruno, but really, how could you stay away?” You purred as you undid the chain and bade him inside with far greater amiability than he was likely to offer you. 

“You know very well that I had no choice in the matter,” he spat, trying desperately to avoid eye contact with you… those damn eyes of yours, like sparkling jewels, they always hypnotized him. 

“Come now Bruno, that hurts my feelings, and after all the things we’ve been through together, it’s quite a shame, I remember when you used to be so terribly fond of me.” You purred, dragging your index finger tediously down his exposed chest. 

With an abruptness that startled you out of your cavalier disposition, he harshly gripped your wrist to stop the salacious pursuit of your hand. “You know very well that any fondness I once had for you died a long time ago.” 

“Are you quite certain about that? I saw the way you were looking at me at the restaurant, I think there’s a part of you that still wants me like you did all those years ago.” 

His brows furrowed together and, with the same suddenness with which he had grabbed your wrist, he pushed it away and took several steps away from you. 

“Aw, Bruno, haven’t you realized that you shouldn't show your hand so early?” You snickered, drifting slowly over to him, your hips swaying with each purposeful step.

“Well, it’s not as though you ever made it a challenge.”  He snapped, unamused by your performance.

“If that’s the case, then how come you were never able to seal the deal? We both know how desperately you wanted to.” 

“It is very like you to think more highly of yourself than you deserve, but you must be misremembering.” 

“Oh, am I misremembering the compromising position that Polpo caught us in that Easter?”

“That was before Milan.” 

“Don’t tell me you aren’t even the least bit curious about what would have happened if Polpo hadn’t come back early,” you said, pressing your chin to his shoulder and whispering softly into his ear.

“Hmm,” he mused carefully, drawing back from you and finally securing a seat in one of the finely quilted chairs, “even back then you tasted like a liar.”  If looks could kill, you would have been dead, face down on the floor after the way he looked at you, full of hate, ire, and a deep desire for vengeance.  And yet even for all the malice in his stare, it tickled you to know you still affected him so strongly.  Had he truly cut you from his life with the same knife you had used to stab him in the back, he would not have been driven to such brutish, adolescent insults.  

You smoothed out the skirt of your dress and sat in the chair opposite from him, quickly, but not without a degree of ceremony, you unfolded the remaining pages of the letter and spread them out in order upon the coffee table, “I suppose we should get down to business then, shall we?”

He made no reply but began to sift through the separate papers to familiarize himself with the administered task.  A look of confusion sprung across his face when he reached the final sheet, “this can’t be all you were given.”

“For now, yeah, the rest of the mission will be waiting in an envelope behind The Birth of Venus then we just go from there.” 

“You act like it’s that simple, thousands of people go to the Uffizi Gallery every single day!”

“And we will be among them, just leave everything up to me, I have a plan.” 

“I will certainly not trust you with my life, not after last time, you will tell me exactly what you have devised and then we can decide what the best course of action is as a team.” 

“A team? Well, in that case, perhaps I can accept those conditions.” You simpered, crossing one leg over the other, knowing full well it offered him a titillating view of your upper thigh.  “Truth be told, Risotto and I were once… friends. I have some apprehensions about targeting him and his team, especially after what happened to Sorbetto and Gelato.” 

“This is precisely why they tell you not to mix business with pleasure, though I was certain you’d learned that lesson a long time ago.” 

“Hm, I don’t recall you being the jealous type, Bruno, perhaps you have changed.” 

“And unfortunately for us both, it appears that you have not.”

That cut a bit deeper than his previous affronts and you felt a bit of your playfulness recede, “I’m merely saying that while Risotto was an irrevocable fool for believing he stood a chance against the Boss, I think his motives are understandable, after what happened to Sorbetto and Gelato, but they should have known better than to go poking around into the Boss’s identity.”

Bruno sat pensively as he considered the circumstances, “far be it from me to question the Boss’s absolute authority, but isn’t it a bit odd that he sent us to do a hitman’s job, that really isn’t either of our specialties.”

“Well, La Squadra was in charge of assassinations, I’m not sure he could get any one of them to defect from their leader. I suppose he trusts us more at any rate.” 

“I’m sure he has plenty of other skilled assassins that would be better suited for the job than us if this job is really so important.”

“Well, you can consider it your initiation.  Prove your loyalty now that you’re a capo.”

“Then why you?”

“Because of my relationship to Risotto of course.  Listen, I know you aren’t fond of me, at least not anymore, but you know there isn’t a better person you could have been paired with for this mission.  I know Risotto like the back of my hand, I’m wise to his tricks, I know how he thinks, and I’ve seen his Stand. I know all of his strengths and weaknesses, like it or not, you need me for this.”

“Fine then, but my previous request still stands, once this is over, you and I are strangers once again.” 

“I agreed before, didn’t I?” You asked, resting your head on your folded hand to eye his movements more keenly.  The stern, unwavering look on his face remained, as such you were forced to resort to far more efficacious means to restore the upper hand you so desired.  

Without a word, you moved across the room with the same rhythmic sway of your hips that always seemed to catch Bruno’s eye and situated yourself before the only mirror your hotel room offered. 

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked, aghast as he watched your dress flutter to the ground and pool around your feet.

“Don’t act as though it’s something you haven’t seen before,” you groaned, rummaging through the mess of your suitcase for the necessary garment until, at last,  you found what you needed, an expensive sundress covered in a vibrant pattern of flowers and citrus fruits. 

“And your previous attire was unsuitable?” He asked, that unflappable aplomb had been utterly laid to waste once he got a glimpse of your body.

“Naturally, we will be going to Florence, what better way to blend in than as tourists? Every member of La Squadra is a thoroughly trained assassin, this way we can hide amongst the throngs of couples on holiday and they will be none the wiser,” you explained as you stepped into the dress. “Now then, zip me up?” 

“I never imagined you’d be capable of appearing so docile,” he mused, tugging the zipper up the length of your spine to where the hem of your dress sat between your shoulder blades. 

“Don’t look so smug, I brought something for you to wear as well,” you said and handed him a tidy garment bag.

“You can’t expect me to wear this…” he said, recoiling as he unzipped the bag and caught sight of its sickeningly pastel colored contents.

“I do indeed, and as sexy as that suit is on you, we are aiming to be as inconspicuous as possible, so get changed, I promise you’ll look just as dashing in this little costume I’ve picked for you. Now hop to it.” 

With disguises set and travel plans arranged, you boarded the train for Florence. The journey was long, several hours at least, but the journey across the Italian landscape was beautiful. Perhaps, had it not been for your addled mind, you would have been able to enjoy it more. Instead, you leaned your head against the window in your private car and watched as Bruno slept in the seat beside you. The tan suit and pale blue shirt suited him perfectly, in fact to any unknowing passerby, the two of you could have easily been mistaken for a young couple on a scenic ride through the countryside. 

Baring that thought in mind, you felt nothing but contempt for the dismal shell of a life you had been living. Briefly, you wondered what might have been if young Bruno had been your savior all those years ago, but you couldn’t see past the immediate severity of what you had been rescued from. Even so, you never wanted this, but for all your dangerous desires, all the money and power you had amassed in so young a life, you knew that you could never be anything else but what you had already become. You were a murderer and no matter how you tried to couch it in the insistence of necessity, that it was a matter of your life or theirs, that they were no better than you, but no matter how you dressed it up, a murderer you would always be. Even if by some stroke of luck you managed to escape the grasp of Passione, you could never escape all you had done. Years of miserable deeds and back alley deals; it would all have to be paid for in time.

You gazed upon Bruno’s gentle face, his soft features and the glow of his tan skin always seemed somehow angelic especially in the warm light of the late morning sun, even when you had been young you’d always been struck by his appearance, he was beautiful and even beyond on that, you found him admirable, he was loyal and disciplined and merciful, all of the things you were not and it drew you to him like a moth to a flame. You wondered if he ever felt the same, dissatisfied, downcast, and disillusioned. You could recall all the nights you’d spent looking into his eyes as though you’d been twins, cut from the same cloth and doomed to the same forsaken end, but now you were not so sure. In spite of your unfathomable success, Bruno had eclipsed you somewhere in the years between. He had built a life for himself, one surrounded by friends who truly cared for him, seeing that ragtag group he’d assembled at his restaurant, you knew that he had found something that you had never been able to and you were then rendered certain that you could never again be equals. It was an appalling realization to face while stuck within the cramped walls of a train car when all you could do was stew in your dismay. Whatever you were to become, you could never be all that you wanted.  

Florence, known as the birthplace of the Renaissance, has been home to many notable figures including authors Niccolo Machiavelli and Dante Alighieri as well as Renaissance masters such as Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and Sandro Botticelli. In part due to the extensive commissions made by the eminent Medici family, it has been a thriving centre for history, art, and culture ever since.  Many of the world’s seminal works of Italian art remain today in the many museums and chapels that line the streets, but none more recognizable than the great duomo of Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore, which prominently holds its place in the skyline, ever looming over the city like the crown marking a bygone dynasty. 

And still, the city teems with life, attracting tourists from all walks of life, and that is precisely how you found yourself when the train rolled into the station on that bright afternoon. 

Staying at one of the many charming little hotels, you unpacked your things and set up a makeshift base of operations where Bruno made you tediously go over the plans you had set ad nauseam; he wanted to hear every detail laid out for him in the exact order you intended for the umpteenth time, “again,” he said, the velvety timbre of his voice that you normally would have found dangerously alluring only grated on your nerves. 

“We are going to the Uffizi Gallery as tourists, we will arrive just after one, when it should be the most crowded that way we can blend in seamlessly, then we will nonchalantly peruse the museum for several minutes so we don’t raise suspicion, finally, on my mark, you are going to position yourself at The Birth of Venus while I go across the hall and trip the security system, once the guards have rushed over to me, you grab the envelope and use your stand to make a swift exit.  We reconvene here to figure out what needs to be done next, got it?” 

“I am still finding it rather difficult to believe that you would willingly put yourself in the position to get caught, that is not how I remember you operating,” he said, though his words had been unabashedly smug, his tone was thoughtful as if he were sincerely trying to piece together the path your life had taken since you parted ways.

“Well, I just know that you are far better suited to retrieve the envelope than I am, plus, as pretty as you are, I’m sure I can do a better job of seducing the guards if need be.” 

“And if the guard is a woman?” 

“Ha! You act as though that would make a difference.” 

“Your modesty has been dearly missed,” he said, rolling his eyes, though there was playfulness in his chides that had not been there the afternoon before.

“You know as well as anyone that my claims are not without merit.”

He let out a discontented sigh before he could manage a response, certainly, there was an inkling of truth, but did you always have to tout your wiles so audaciously? “ I was young and dumb then, I would not fall for your same tricks again.” 

“Who said my tricks are the same? I have refined my craft since last we met, you could be falling for me as we speak, you might not even know it.”

“Don’t get your hopes up.” He muttered before rising to his feet and tossing the sheets of paper containing your instructions onto the fire, “there, now that that’s done, we had better be off.” 

So you walked, arm I’m arm through the piazza and made your way up the steps of the gallery where you seamlessly wove into the colorful menagerie of attendees that dispersed through the halls. Falling into an old routine, you walked up to a painting across the room and looked up at it with a thoughtful expression, “The Annunciation by Leonardo da Vinci,” you said, leaning closer to trace the intricate details of the diaphanous veil with you eyes, “imagine being so skilled that you can paint something sheer and gauzy like that.” 

Bruno gave a little nod and followed the line of your gaze, “hm, I’ve never had the opportunity to see this one in person, quite impressive, far different from The Last Supper.”

“Now that’s one I’ve never seen in person.”

“That’s because you absconded Milan before we had the chance,” he said with that same grave intonation that he always summoned when he made reference to your duplicity. 

“Not here,” you whispered tersely, giving his upper arm an emphatic squeeze, “here we are civilians and it’s imperative that we remain so. Now, let’s go.” 

You left brusquely and escaped around the corner, forcing him to quicken his pace to follow after you.  You continued through the bustling halls of the museum in silence, a jarring difference from the myriad of conversations from the other patrons that echoed liltingly through your ears as you wandered into each of the different rooms, passing the target of your mission several times and taking careful stock of the artwork that lined the accompanying walls. 

“Don’t you think you’re taking your role as a tourist a bit too seriously?” He asked before glancing inconspicuously around the room.

“Hey, I paid for these tickets, I’m going to get my money’s worth and see the art!  Won’t you indulge me a little bit, it’s not often I get to do things like this.”

“Well—”

“And think of it this way, if we do a sweep of the entire place, we can be sure no one from La Squadra is lying in wait for us.” 

“Well, in that case, I suppose we can waste a few more minutes. Come along now,” he said, there was something suave about his voice as his strong hand found the small of your back as he effortlessly jockeyed you through the crowd. You felt your mind relinquish long-held apprehensions under the gentle force of his palm. So easy it was to let him take control, to let him handle you as though you were his own. Contentedly you accepted this subtle comfort as you soaked in the remaining minutes of quiet bliss.

“Hm, you know, I always preferred Primavera to The Birth of Venus.” You mused, staring up at the painting, your eyes flitted between the various allegorical figures 

“Oh, is that so?”

“Definitely, the colors, the dresses, the setting, there’s something very idyllic about it; pleasant and  dreamy, something that makes me feel like there’s still beauty in the world,” you quickly ceased your wistful longings, realizing you had spoken far too honestly than the moment called for, you quickly tried to divert the conversation elsewhere, “did you know the orange grove was meant to symbolize the Medici family?”

“That’s very interesting, I had no idea you were so well-versed in art.”

“Well, maybe you don’t know as much about me as you’d like to think you do.”

“Maybe so,” he murmured, twining his fingers with yours leading you to the stairs. 

And so you meandered through the various rooms, hand in hadn’t while you prattled on about art and for one brief moment, you felt as though your life was normal, you felt, through all the depths of your desperation, that maybe, if your mission went well, that you could take whatever funds you acquired and run as far away from Italy as you were able, start over and never look back. Build the life you wanted from the rubble yours had crumbled into.

“You know, sometimes I feel like that,” Bruno said as you both looked at Caravaggio’s The Sacrifice of Isaac.

“Abraham or Isaac?” 

The question went unanswered and you both stood in silence, staring at the scene brought to life by dramatically staged lighting that was so characteristic of Caravaggio’s works, feeling the moments tick away like grains of sand in an hourglass. “Now then, I believe it’s time for us to take our positions.” Bruno declared before taking his leave of you.  It was a curious feeling, the way that his hand slipped from yours, the way the touch of his fingers lingered in the moments after as you walked in the opposite direction, ultimately landing yourself face to face with another recognizable painting.  Judith Slaying Holofernes.  Gentileschi’s gruesome and dynamic depiction left you to ponder how deep your resolution ran. If it came to it, could you ever posit yourself as Judith? It concerned you even further to realize that you did not know if you could.

Without any other time to think, you made your way across the room where The Birth of Venus housed and with Bruno already in place, you positioned yourself far enough away from him so that when the alarms went off, he could secure the envelope unnoticed.  It was a simple task, some may say foolproof, all you had to do was reach across the threshold of the protective railing… all the world around you appeared to move in slow motion, all except for your racing heart, hammering hard against the walls of your chest.  It was such an easy task, you had done far worse and yet, you hesitated. Quaking in your resolve, you made a move to look back at Bruno but before you could turn your head, someone knocked into you and sent you careening past the protective bar. 

All at once, the alarm sounded, piercing the reticence of the serene gallery and then every guard in the vicinity was upon you.  A swarm of quick steps and terse exchanges could be heard throughout the whole room as civilians began to gather around you to catch a glimpse of the commotion. Out of the corner of your eye, as you were assisted to your feet and escorted away via museum security, you were certain you saw Bruno quickly disappearing beyond the farthest wall, from there, you were able to breathe easy. 

Bruno had made it back to the hotel with ease, your little spectacle had proved more than sufficient for him to make off with the next set of instructions unnoticed. So by the time you were released by security and made the journey back to the hotel, Bruno had already thoroughly read through the instructions and drawn several conclusions of his own.  As you sheepishly slinked through the door, you found him seated in one of the comfortable chairs with his elbows resting lackadaisically against his knees. 

“So it seems they let you go free without much trouble,” he drawled, straightening his posture and crossing one leg over the other. 

“I told you that I can be very persuasive, did I not?” You said, muster greater confidence than you actually felt. He looked back at you without speaking, as if he were trying to reduce the veracity of your claims hidden in your shaky inflection. “So… what’s the next step, I assume you’ve read it without me.” 

“I have and… here, see for yourself,” he shoved the folded sheets in your direction and watched keenly as you read through them.

“The duomo, huh?  Can’t say I expected the likes of Risotto to be holed up in an ancient Cathedral, but I guess I can give him points for style,” you said, trying to disregard any apprehensions with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders. 

“That is precisely what I thought… a very peculiar location for a safe house.”

“Regardless, I suppose we should devise a plan, it’ll be dark soon.”

“Listen to me, you said yourself that Risotto is a skilled assassin, why would he choose to hide himself in the most recognizable building in the entire city?”

“As you said, he’s incredibly skilled, he doesn’t need to be discreet.”

“That sounds ridiculous, even by your standards!”

“Everything else worked out, didn’t it?  You’re just going to have to trust me.”

“I will not blindly trust you, I’m telling you that there is something wrong with this entire mission.”

“That isn’t for us to decide, we shut up and we do our jobs, that’s all!”

“No, you aren’t understanding, don’t you think it’s a little odd that we spent the entire afternoon in public and not a single member of La Squadra came after us?”

“Yes, but—”

“You feel it too, I know you do.  Just think for a moment, you have always been shrewd, you know that something here isn’t right!” He shouted, his hands grabbed harshly to your shoulders, holding you in place, so close to him that you could feel the heat radiating off of his impassioned frame. 

“No!  No, I won’t even consider it.  We have to do this, this is what we do, this is what we signed up for when we became mafiosi. We have to see the mission through, we don’t have a choice!” You screamed, violently breaking yourself free of his restraint.

“You’re wrong, we always have a choice, we can walk away from this.”

“You’re far too naive, Bruno, you can’t possibly believe that, if we don’t go through with this, the full wrath of Passione will be after us, we wouldn’t even make it out of Italy before they had us killed or worse...” 

“Why must you always be so damn stubborn?”

“Why must you always act like you know better than I do?”

“Because I do,” he said, a coolness to his voice that left you both standing frozen in place as if noncommittal in the face of what you both knew would follow.

Propelled by some invisible force far beyond the realm of your control, your lips crashed against each other, gnashing brutally in a battle for dominance that neither of you would concede so readily. 

With ease not suggested by his lithe figure, he lifted you off the ground and pinned you securely against the nearest wall with such force that it caused the decorative print to rattle against the plaster. As if on command, your legs wrapped around his slender waist to draw him closer. With sufficient stability acquired, his hands were able to roam up your thighs, enough to hike your dress up past your hips. Your skin prickled with goosebumps under the urgency of his touches and a breathy whine caught in your throat and came out as a feeble squeak which in turn, only heightened his desire and the thin lace of your panties did not help matters either, “look at you…” he murmured, his cool façade hardly concealed the ardor that had stirred his disposition. Pulling your panties to the side, his fingers were able to explore between your folds, “you’re so wet,” 

“What’re you gonna do about it?” You purred, back arching against the wall when you felt his fingers slipping into you. 

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, pupils blown wide as saucers as he glared at you with a menacing, hungry look. Your plush walls clenched around his fingers, fuck, the way he looked at you, like he hated you, like he needed you, as if you were the only person in the world that could quell the raging fire within him— it was as though several years of unmet desires had unfolded right in front of you. 

Not a sound of protest was made towards his brazen declaration and it took no more than an instant for him to throw you onto the tiny hotel bed.  Before he could climb on top of you, you managed to shimmy out of your dress and toss the garishly colored fabric to the floor so that you were left in nothing but your lingerie as you lay back on the velvety comforter and watched as Bruno quickly undressed at the foot of the bed. Each discarded layer revealed more of his brilliant, tan skin, ever so lightly flushed from the ardent rush of your previous actions

Once his shirt had been cast away your eyes were able to trace the intricate line work of his tattoo down his chest to where it culminated in the outline of a heart just above his navel. The precarious position urged your eyes to wander lower as his hands moved pants to undo the button of his pants. The newfound freedom offered you an excellent view of his cock, which stood erect, firmly pressed to his abdomen. You sat up on your knees with hands folded between your legs and mouth slightly agape as you tried your best to comprehend the perfection that stood before you, there was something elegantly baroque in the man that stood before you, like a mixture of gold and marble, his statuesque frame, his svelte waist, the tantalizing taper of his long, curved cock.  You traced the fine slope until you reached the pinnacle of his flared, swollen head which eagerly dripped glossy pearls of precum as he held firmly to the base of his shaft. 

“On your back,” he commanded, then, before you even had a chance to comply, he climbed over you and pinned you flush against the mattress. You let out a shrill gasp of surprise when you felt his hard length rubbing against your aching sex, the thin, damp fabric of your panties was the only impedance between your two bodies. 

Harsh and indelicate, he lifted your back to unclasp your bra, without much care or effort the scanty garment was tossed away and Bruno seized the opportunity to quickly explore the newly exposed skin.  His teeth rasped against the swell of your breasts, leaving behind a pattern of oblong crimson marks. “Bruno,” you moaned, craning your neck back before hurriedly biting your lip to stop the indecent squeals as his lips close around your nipple, god, he hadn’t even fucked you yet, how could he have managed to unravel you so fast? 

Without warning, the sensation stopped and you were left panting nearly delirious from even such paltry stimulation. Through your heavy-lidded gaze, you watched as Bruno repositioned himself at the foot of the bed, from where you lay, you could easily guess his next play and that assurance was enough to restore a bit of your confidence, “How long have you been dreaming about this moment?” You taunted, doing your best to maintain a semblance of control as he fluidly pulled you to the edge of the bed by your ankle. 

“Were you not just moaning my name a minute ago?” He scolded, roughly pulling your legs apart and immediately hooking a finger under the lace band of your panties and rolling the sullied fabric down your legs. You gave a soft, approving mewl at the feeling of his warm breath against your cunt. In spite of your lewd appearance, there was something undeniably pretty about having you there in the position he had so many times imagined you in.

“Just fucking do it already!” You growled, teeth clenched to maintain an illusion of aplomb, but the frenzied look in your eyes betrayed you egregiously. 

“Typical. Something doesn’t go your way so you behave like a brat, is that how you expect to be rewarded?” He teased, his mouth hovering millimeters above your throbbing pussy, so tantalizingly close, but never close enough to give in to the pleasure you wanted. 

“For fuck’s sake, will you stop talking?”

“So demanding,” he purred, licking one long, arduous stripe along the entire length of your sex.

“Fuck,” you breathed, the meager sensation was enough to send a chill down your spine and leave you all but begging for more. He had intended to carry on teasing you for far longer, but the moment your honeyed taste filled his mouth, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to deny himself any longer. 

He abandoned the façade of bravado in one heedless action and began frantically lashing his tongue over your cunt, drinking in the heavenly juices that poured for you all too freely with each of his reckless ministrations. The wet sounds that emanated from you were nothing short of vulgar as his skilled tongue easily parted your folds and dipped into your dripping cunt just enough to make you squirm in place, but her certainly wasn’t done with you. Once he had thoroughly enjoyed your taste, he quickly turned all of his attention to your neglected clit. The sensitive bud was hot and tender with need and even a perfunctory flick of his tongue is enough to send a jolt of electricity surging through you that only intensified when he began fervently lapping at your clit, drawing hasty, swirling patterns that made your head spin and your vision bleary. Shit, you should not have been as sensitive as you were, not that soon, but if he continued like that, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

“Tell me Bruno, do I still taste like a liar?” You asked through a slew of uninhibited groans that certainly made the question feel less mordant than you had intended it to be.

“A horrid, filthy, little liar,” he sneered, his lips forming the words against your needy cunt, even for all the malice he spoke, it only served to arouse your further, causing your hips to roll listlessly into his face, “an awful little liar.” 

“Bruno… fuck!” You moaned, knitting your fingers into his silky black hair and tugging with such vehemence that you dislodged one of his hair clips.

He let out an inadvertent groan, either brought on by your taste alone or the strength of your grip on his hair, but that too only further drove you towards your inevitable peak.  His tongue continued its relentless pursuit, maintaining the same diligent rhythm that had already rendered you delirious and you were no longer able to stifle any of the sultry moans that spilled from you, “Bruno, I’m— fuck, so close!” 

Your hips sputter out, indecorously writhing to a hectic rhythm that made it difficult for him to maintain the consistent pace he had devised, but the sweet sounds of your pleasure were more than enough reinforcement for him to forge ahead. One hand spread across your pelvis in an attempt to quell your incessant thrashing.  The restraint only caused the pressure to build until it became unsustainable, heat rushed to your core and the sensation you’d only tenuously been staving off snapped within you, leaving you awash with the brilliant glow of orgasm. 

Satisfaction dripped off Bruno’s face as he cleaned your excess arousal off his lips, leering up at you, content to take in the vision of your panting form, only brought to such an agreeable state through his efforts. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so submissive,” he said as he pulled himself on top of you, the swollen top of his cock prodding shallowly into your entrance. 

“Sh-shut up,” you whimpered, damn near docile as he sunk into you.  Given how amply prepared you were, it only took one effortless glide for him to be fully buried within you. You let out a shaky whine against his neck when he bottomed out, a response he couldn’t help but feel was incongruously cute compared to your typically ruthless demeanor. 

It was not long before he had established a steady rhythm. He had not allowed you any time to recover from your previous release and the sensation of him savagely fucking you quickly thrust you into overstimulation. In such a state, all you could do was scream out his name between an array of curses, all of which only urged him to continue more brutally, the strength of his grip was nearly bruising as he held your hips in place to keep you from wildly bucking beneath him. He pounded into you with such ferocity that it caused the headboard to clatter against the plaster wall. Your back arched, meeting him mid-thrust to pull him back down, your tight walls sucking him in so luxuriously that he could help but let out a choky moan into the crook of your neck. Fucking you, claiming you, ruining you, reality had eclipsed anything he had ever imagined when he would violently fuck his hand to the thought of you. The silky mewls and shrill screams you made each time he drove into you rendered him certain that your neighbors and very likely every patron on the entire floor knew how much you were enjoying his cock. 

Overstimulated to the point of babbling, each thrust added a new sensation you were certain you could not handle. Lost in a haze of bliss, the line between pleasure and pain had blurred beyond comprehension and you were not sure if you couldn’t cum anymore or if you simply hadn’t stopped cumming. 

Your nails scratched viciously into his back, leaving behind jagged claw marks that would last more than just the evening and serve as a reminder of the amorous affair. Bruno let out a hiss and dug his teeth into the supple skin of your shoulder. 

In a quick, ungainly action, he pulled out of you, the sudden emptiness caused you to let out a dejected whine for want of further stimulation, but he only knelt above you, frantically stroking the tip of his cock until he’d decorated your abdomen with sticky ribbons of cum then collapsed on the bed beside you, both more fucked out than either of you could remember. 

The afterglow hung heavy in the air, lingering silently between you as reality flowed back in along with the unsettling feeling of irresolution. After you’d cleaned up the mess that had been left, You returned to the bed and covered your body with the blanket to placate the meekness that left you dithering over what needed to be said. From the window, you could see the outline of the great duomo, only faintly illuminated against the darkened sky, its imposing shadow loomed ominously over the streets, as though it were itself some great beast that would swallow you up if you dared tread further. 

But before you could voice any apprehension, Bruno had left the bed and begun dressing, “well then, shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Something in the way he spoke seemed to banish all doubt from your mind, or at least enough to restore your confidence. 

“Oh, I thought you were determined to abandon the mission?”

“I have my concerns, but you were right, we need to see this through to the end, whatever that may be.”

“Well, it’s nice to see you’ve finally admitted who’s really in charge here.” You simpered, padding over to him with a characteristically feline strut.

Bruno caught you mid-step and drew your body firmly against his chest so that he was able to whisper directly into your ear, “oh cara mia, we both know it certainly wasn’t you,” he said, drawing out his words far more seductively than you could handle at present and punctuating the sentiment by nipping along your earlobe, “now, don’t dawdle, we have business to attend to.”

It had been far easier to access the duomo than you would have thought, even so late into the night you would have imagined a perpetual presence of security to make sure ne’er do wells, such as yourselves, did not get up to any chicanery on the premises, but that was not the case. It merely required the picking of a cheap lock on one if the auxiliary entrances and you were in. 

The air hung every in the dark halls, but even so, there was something reverent about the hallowed halls of the imposing structure. A feeling of peril caused your stomach to churn violently, it wasn’t merely the sanctity of the space that filled you with an acute sense of danger, but the sudden realization that you were not alone in the darkened chamber.  You made a quick motion to turn and alert Bruno, but before you could make a sound, a large hand was clamped over your mouth and you felt your strength give out under whatever force had apprehended you 

When next you awoke, you found yourself in a windowless room, tied with your back to Bruno in metal chairs that had been affixed to the ground with heavy bolts to ensure no means of escape.  “Bruno…” you whispered meekly, hardly able to muster the resolve to speak in such a dismal position, “Bruno, are you alright?” 

“I believe so… but I’m afraid that… from the start… this whole mission was a setup.” 

“I know, I— fuck, I should’ve listened, I just didn’t want to believe that…”

“Oh, isn’t that precious, our little saboteurs are awake,” an unfamiliar voice broke through the emptiness of the room and an odd-looking man dressed in a long white coat with emerald green hair that appeared almost harlequin alongside his makeup emerged from the darkness, flanked by his even stranger looking companion who walked threateningly on all fours. 

“So, I take it the Boss sent you to get rid of us,” Bruno said, managing a far more assertive tone than you would have been able to muster.

“You could say that… you see, Passione is like a living organism, all the parts must function together to keep it alive, and much like our bodies have an immune system as a failsafe to fight off any unwanted pathogens, so must our little organization. You may consider me as such.” The green-haired man mused, partly to you, partly to his associate who looked upon him with awe as he spoke, as though his words contained some kind of sacred divination. “That’s why I’ve brought you here, to test a little invention of mine… you know, when here in Florence, I can’t help but recall Leonardo, he was more than just an artist, like me, he also dabbled in many inventions himself. I was always struck by his proclivity towards water, the water wheel, hydraulics… perhaps he would find some of my research… fascinating,” he gave another wicked grin, eyes dancing with delight at the thought of his malevolent intentions.

“What are you getting at?” Bruno demanded, breaking the man free from his wistful daydreams. 

“All in due time,” he said, never wavering from that malicious grin that made your heart go cold with fear.

“You know, they say drowning is one of the most painful ways to die, I must say, I’m very excited to see for myself,” he declared boldly and burst into an uncontrollable fit of cackles and anticipatory groans, “Secco! Is the camera set up yet?”

The man sat up on his hind legs and gave a series of garbled hoops and excited cries as he thrashed to and fro in wild, ungainly gestures.

“Good boy, Secco, good boy! Now how about a treat?” He groped for something in his pocket as his strange companion eagerly lashed his long, serpentine tongue around his mouth, then darted with expert precision after what had been tossed his way.  So nimble, he almost defied gravity as he snatched the sugar cubes out of the air and began to gnaw on them like a rabid animal. 

“You’re sick,” you spat, brows furrowed with disgust and indignation.

A dreadful, malignant smirk settled across the green-haired man’s face as he knelt down to your level.  A skilled hand dragged across your cheek, unexpectedly tender as he caressed your smooth skin, “is that what you think?” He asked, baring his teeth as he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, “on the contrary, dear girl, I am free. The same cannot be said for a weak little traitor such as yourself.”

You clamped your eyes shut, frantically shaking your head to dislodge his grip but to no avail, all of your efforts only earned you a forceful slap across your face that caused your cheek to burn, swollen and red from his violence. “You know, It’s useless to struggle, but then again, it’s so deliciously fun to watch you try!”

“Why not just use your Stand to kill us?”

“Oh you pretty little thing, that’s the best part! I don’t have to.” 

You swallowed thickly, unable to summon any kind of response, before a man as cruel and sadistic as he, you were utterly helpless. 

“And Bucciarati, I can see the gears turning in that head if yours, ‘once they leave, I’ll use my Stand to get us out of this,’ and while I admit that your Stand in particular is a bit of a nuisance, I would strongly advise against taking such a measure, you see, even with whatever evasive maneuvers you may attempt, we have ways assuring you do not get far.” 

The quadrupedal man let out a series of gleeful howls as if to affirm his companion’s threats. 

“Now, what will happen?  Hmm, decisions, decisions. Will you lie down and die like the good dogs you are? Ah, or maybe perhaps you will pull one another down like crabs in a bucket.  Or maybe one of the lovers will make a desperate attempt to save the other.  Hmm… which will it be? I can’t endeavor to say.”

“Have you been watching us…?” 

“Oh, my dear girl, our eyes haven’t left you since you departed from Napoli, any secrets you might’ve thought you had… well, rest assured that I have them very well kept,” he said, falling into a menacing laugh as he patted the handheld camera. 

“Fucking sicko,” you snapped, indignantly writhing in your bindings in a futile attempt to free yourself. 

“Aw, poor little puppy, all bark and no bite,” Cioccolata sneered, eyes darting for you over to Bruno, “She’s in love with you, you know?”

Violently, you bit your lip, how could you even begin to formulate a response? “Oh, by the looks of it I guess you didn’t know, well, it’s no matter.” He said, crossing the room and pulling a heavy lever. The loud, mechanical noise of machinery engaging could be heard through the ancient stone, “I look forward to the show, please do remember to smile for the camera.”

With that, both he and his companion took their leave through the only exit, a heavily barred metal door that you knew you wouldn’t have a chance of breaking through. And then you heard it, faint at first, but the distinct sound of running water caught your attention, open pipes on either side of the room flowed freely, splashing violently against the floor, faster and faster with each second that passed and only then did you fully understand the meaning of your captor’s threats. There were no exits, no windows, no vents, nothing to let the water out, you were trapped and the flow of the water only seemed to quicken as the flood reached your feet.

“Is this really how it all ends?” You asked, a vehement lamentation to no one in particular as you struggled restlessly in your bindings. 

“It should be a few hours before it’s over our heads, maybe we can think of something in that time.” 

“No, don’t you see that it’s hopeless, they must’ve had this planned for weeks, the only way out is through that door and they’re on the other side.  They’re going to kill us one way or another… we lost.” You sank into silence and let the sound of the water drown out your other senses. It was sick indeed to force you to sit and contemplate your death for hours before it arrived, even sicker to derive some twisted satisfaction from it all. You were bested and there was nothing for you to do but wait for death to come and hope for your sake that it would come swiftly. 

“He called you a traitor… what did you do?” Bruno asked, breaking the silence as the water crept up past your knees. 

“How should I know, he’s obviously fucking crazy, he called you one too and I know for a fact that Bruno Bucciarati, Polpo’s finest little soldier, would never betray the big bad Boss.”

Bruno sat silent for a long time, he hadn’t planned on telling you the extent of his perfidy, but if you both were going to die anyway, it would be almost an act of confession. “He wasn’t lying…”

“Bruno… you didn’t…”

“Not me, Giorno.”

“ That little blond with the baby face? No, I can’t believe that.”

“I don’t know how he did it, but he did.  He went to see Polpo in prison and the next I heard, the man was dead.  I believe he intended to use my newfound privileges as capo to help me unmask the Boss, I guess it is all for nought now.” 

“Why Bruno, you knew that would be a death sentence… why?”

“Because I’m sick and tired of seeing people… of seeing kids end up on the street, addicted to drugs… the same goddamn drugs the Boss sells, the same goddamn drugs my father was killed for and for what? Money, power? As if the Boss doesn’t already have more than enough of either.  Those are people, good people, my people and they’re suffering and they’re dying and it’s my fault because I answer to the same power that signs their death warrants. I have to do something, I have to make things better, it’s my responsibility.”

“Bruno, you know that’s a damn pipe dream, you know you can’t take on the Boss!”

“I knew the risk when I took it, but I believe in Giorno, if there’s anyone out there that can usurp the Boss, it’s Giorno Giovanna!”

“How can you have such faith in someone you just met?” 

“Because I have seen what he’s capable of, I’ve witnessed his brilliant determination, I believe that he will accomplish all he sets out to do, with or without me.”

You pondered his words carefully, had the sentiment not been so foolish, it would have been touching, but regardless, you felt it was too late for secrets as you felt the water rise past your abdomen. 

“I’m the one who told Sorbetto and Gelato where they could find information about the Boss’s identity, I’m the reason they were killed.”

“That’s rich after all waxing on about the folly it would be to take him on. Tell me, how did you even come by such privileged information?”

“Last summer, I met a man on the French Riviera who told me that he knew the Boss’s identity, somehow he fought him and survived and… he wanted me to help him take out the Boss, I turned him down, told him no one could withstand the full force of Passione’s wrath. I guess I was right.”

“But you had no problem selling that information to Sorbetto and Gelato,” he said callously, adding insult to injury.

“Listen, what they do is their business, not mine, I have to look out for myself above anyone else.”

“Just as you always have,” he spat, vitriol spilling off his tongue with each pointed word, like a poisoned dagger to the heart.

“I… I didn’t want it to end like this… I thought… I thought if there was anyone who stood a chance against Diavolo, it would have been La Squadra. I only told them how they could get in contact with my informant, that was all.  I thought they’d concoct a better plan, I thought maybe Risotto…”

“Diavolo… so that’s his name, huh? I guess it doesn’t matter now, poetic really, that I finally learn his identity, but I’m going to die before it can be of any use.” 

Conversation ceased as you both fell silent, the soft hiss of the water filling the room was the only sound that could be heard, endlessly jeering at your helplessness.  You glanced around the room in the hope that you could locate some weak point that could serve as an exit, but your search proved fruitless, and with the water already up to your chest, there seemed no other possibility than to accept your dismal defeat, certain that from wherever he watched, your captor took sadistic satisfaction in your inevitable surrender. 

“Bruno…” you said, at last breaking the silence, though your voice was stifled and words had been muddled by your tears, “Bruno, it was my fault… in Milan, it was all my fault.  It was a stupid risk to take and I almost got us both killed and then… and then I left you with the mess.  I— Bruno, I’m so sorry, it was such a selfish thing to do, do you think you could ever forgive me?” 

“If we make it out of here alive, you may consider yourself forgiven.” 

You mustered a feeble sound of thanks through your sobs but any intelligent words had been long abandoned. 

The water had risen to your neck, it would not take much longer for you to be swallowed up, perhaps Bruno could last a few extra minutes but what did it matter in the end?  Your thoughts grew fuzzy from the great strain it was to keep your head above water. It wouldn’t be long, only a minute more and your head would be underwater.

It was then, at the moment when you were sure all hope had been dashed, when you had resigned yourself to the inevitability of your death, that a muffled clamor rose beyond the thick stone walls of your would-be tomb. 

“How’s it going Narancia, we have to find Bucciarati and fast!”

“W-what’s going on?” You mumbled, struggling to make sense of the noises in your listless state.

“Got it! There should be two people in the next room!” 

“Giorno! He must’ve been tracking us this whole time.” The thought had not occurred to Bucciarati until just then, but he had wisely held onto Giorno’s parting gift throughout the entire mission.  It seemed like it had brought good luck after all. 

“Stand aside, leave the rest to me,” the sound of crumbling masonry echoed loud across the receding water and the light that filtered in when the wall had been breached seemed almost blinding to your eyes.  There, standing framed in a golden mandorla of new dawn light, was Giorno Giovanna, regal and determined as the dust settled around him, “Bucciarati, are you alright?”

What happened next was a blur, but someone pulled you from the water as Giorno gave Bruno a complete rundown of the situation, how Giorno had been able to track your location with the ladybug his Stand had imbued with life, how they had managed to kill the two men that held you captive, and their tentative plan to proceed now that they had fully defied the Boss.  Of course, Bruno was all too eager to inform Giorno of all you had told him, the Boss’s identity, your secret informant, the inevitable defection of La Squadra. With everything looked at together, it was as though each piece of the puzzle had fallen perfectly into place and Giorno rejoiced in the miracle of timing. 

It did not take long for a plan to be devised and with the added strength of La Squadra and the help of one eager Frenchman, it was only a matter of time before Diavolo was defeated and Giorno assumed his rightful position as the head of Passione. 

“Tell me,” he said one average day only a few months after all had been said and done, “what is it that you truly want?”

“I want out of this life for good,” you answered readily, it was the truth after all.

“Is that all?” He asked, the drawl of his voice as sweet and commanding as it always was. 

“Well, I suppose… I’d like to go to Milan,” you said, a curious diffidence had arisen in your voice as you stated your request.

“Then so it shall be,” he said with the gentlest of smiles that made him appear more like an angel than any man you’d ever seen before. 

And as he ordained it, so it was. 

“Well, is it everything you thought it would be?” Bruno asked, his hand in yours as you stood before The Last Supper.

“No— I mean yes… it’s marvelous, it’s incomprehensible… thank you for taking me.” 

He gave a salacious purr as he kissed the back of your hand, “I couldn’t think of anyone better to accompany me.” 

“It’s a little nostalgic being back here, don’t you think?”

“Well amore mio, for what it’s worth,” he began, moving his arm around your waist as you exited the church and began the walk back to that little hotel you stayed in what felt like a lifetime ago, “I have always loved Milan.” 

[joestarfoundation]

JOBROS: Dinner is ready...

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Hermes because 1. She already has her post here and 2. This post is supposed to be straight (f/m). I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

How these boys would suck on your clit

nsfw link: Speedwagon, Caesar, Bruno | He would eat you out by making you lie on the mattress, and he would do it so well that it would be impossible for you not to grab his hair while your tender moans motivate him to continue<3

nsfw link: Okuyasu, Mista | If you want it that way, he'll give you some licks to your clit to tease you, while looking at your breasts, but don't worry, he'll eat you out well, just make sure you don't hold back your moans if you don't want to end up totally overstimulated

nsfw link: Kakyoin, Gyro | Literally RIP that pussy, the moment will feel so deeply intimate, not only because of the way his full lips suck your clit, but because his hands will also be touching your entire body, everything. His tongue would move like crazy inside you and you would possibly end up squirting in his face

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[yuugen-benni]

''What was the best thing someone ever said to you ?''

gn!writing

'You're amazing.' ''That was the line, it seems so simple, right?…Y/n said that to me several times when we were stupid kids in love. They were afraid to say 'I love you' so, instead, saying 'You're amazing' was actually a way of saying 'I'm surprised at how much I love you'….How did I know it was that ? You cannot hide love, it is almost impossible, unfortunately. Our whole being say it for us.'' - Josuke Higashikata, Bruno Bucciarati, Oda Sakunosuke, Bram Stoker

'I knew you would come back.' ''At first I was like 'Am I so predictable? or do they just know me really well?', and then I realized it was a stupid statement; of course I would come back, I have no doubts, no reason to run away and I hope I never will…[Raise an eyebrow] If my insecurities went away after these thoughts ? Oh, Does it really matter? I'm fine....a lot better'' - Abbacchio, Rohan Kishibe, Jouno Saigiku, Ayatsuji Yukito,

''Why is this even on the questionnaire? [Sighs]… Someone once said 'You should smile more, you really make me feel carefree when you do', honestly if they had just said the first sentence I wouldn't feel a thing but they added their own feelings and it was not just a ''kindness'' you do to a random person...Who was the person ? I'm sure there's no such question on the paper'' - Jotaro, Pannacota Fugo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Lucy Montgomery

''You are recording? Oh, Okay...Y/n one day told me I looked like a character from a fantasy movie! It was oddly endearing, but I didn't question them, although I can assume they see something they admire in me…What exactly? That's a question for them'' - Young!Joseph, Noriaki Kakyoin, Giorno Giovanna, Atsushi Nakajima, Nikolai Gogol

'You're beautiful' "Yeah, yeah, I get it. People always say stuff like this, but you feel me ? It's the little things that can totally brighten someone's day and It seriously made my day! And, not gonna lie, I know I'm good looking, but hey, a little reminder never hurts, right ?" - Guido Mista, Jean P. Polnareff, Edogawa Ranpo, Osamu Dazai

''I remember one night when Y/n called me, out of the blue, saying they wanted me to wish them a 'good night' because my voice was 'the peace they could find to sleep in'. They seemed sad, tired, so I didn't refuse the request…and also why would I refuse ? They are sweet people...What ? If I cried ?...[Looks away with an embarrassed sigh] shut up...'' - Avdol, Koichi Hirose, Jonathan Joestar, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Chuuya Nakahara, Tetchou Suehiro

[noaltbruh]

Hello

Can u make bucci gang x reader who is short and tiny and just fluff headcanons ?

Of course! Such a cute request :) ❤️

Giorno:

He doesn't pay much attention to height in a partner, but still thinks it's cute that you're quite short compared to him.

Being quite the gentleman, he avoid ever pointing it out directly as he's afraid he might offend you.

Loves having you sit on his lap and braiding your hair, he finds it really intimate.

Has a personal tailor that makes you whatever piece of clothing you may want, in case you're not able to find your size in stores.

He's often giving life to small animals and plants because they remind you of him. You see them floating or walking close to you quite often.

Prefers to always have you very close when you're in public, it gives him the sensation that he can "protect" you better.

Bruno:

Similar to Giorno, height doesn't really influence his preference for a partner, but it's something he still finds attractive when it concerns you, and you alone.

Loves patting your head, he does it nearly instinctively. He offers to brush your hair if he accidentally messed it up.

Another one who doesn't comment on or tease you for your height, it's not like you get to control it.

He picks up things from high shelves and places before you can even ask him to. He just always happens to know what you need or want.

Teaches you some self-defense techniques in case someone thought you were an "easy target" because of your figure.

Forehead kisses are a must. He adores grabbing you gently by your chin, lifting your head up and then kissing you.

Mista:

I'm sorry but won't hear the end of it from this guy. He's constantly joking about your height, how small you are and sending you those videos of tiny kittens saying "Is this you?"

Still though, it's always in a very lighthearted way, he'd never try to actually offend you.

Actually, he likes the way you look a lot. He has a weakness for petite girls and thinks you're absolutely beautiful.

And he always makes sure to remind you of that. He calls you pretty and hot more times than you can count.

He constantly rests his chin on top of your head when you're distracted and then chuckles like an idiot.

He'll randomly pick you up and carry you like a sack of potatoes. Once you tell him to cut it off, he'll keep on holding you like a normal person.

The pistols find you extremely cute and are all very fond of you.

Narancia:

He's...Well, very insecure about his height himself, genetics wasn't very kind to him and living in the streets probably didn't help much with his growth.

He's actually really relieved by your appearance because at least you won't shame him for being short.

And, of course, he'd never do that either. He thinks that you being so short just makes you even more adorable and perfect for cuddles.

He adores how even your own bodies seemed to be made for one another.

Loves hugging you tightly from behind and sweetly kissing the crook of your neck.

Can't get stuff for you from high shelves (rip) but he'll pick you up on his shoulders so you can reach them piggy-back style.

Always holds your hand or maintains physical contact with you in one way or another whenever you're in a crowd. He's lowkey afraid he's going to lose you otherwise.

Yes, it's partly an excuse to just keep you close.

Fugo:

Bro had not even registered that you were tiny before you (or someone else) pointed it out to me.

He's just incredibly oblivious to most physical aspects of a person. Give him a moment, he's still wrapping his head around the fact that someone as amazing as you would want to be with him in the first place.

Your height was just never much of a concern to him.

Still though, once he actually acknowledges it, it only makes him realize even more how beautiful you are.

He's in awe with how dainty and delicate you look.

Loves gently wrapping his arms around and and kissing you softly (though quite shyly) on your lips.

He goes crazy on the inside whenever you rest your head on his shoulder. In his eyes, you somehow manage to look even sweeter and he just wants to keep you safe.

Would like to compliment you more for your look, but is often scared you might think he's teasing you.

Abbacchio:

Even if he doesn't say it out loud, he likes being the tallest member of the team. Together with his general appearance, his height helps him intimidate anyone he doesn't like.

Though, having you now as his partner, he's afraid he might scare YOU, and he'd never want that.

He's glad to see you don't seem bothered by your height different. He thinks it's a bit funny how small you look from his perspective, but he'd never actually tell you.

He's a bit grumpy about it, but he secretly adores carrying you around bridal style. You feel so lightweight to him, dude could pick you up with one hand.

Not super fond of cuddles, but he can't say he minds when you cling to him. You're the only person he's really delicate with.

People often don't believe you're together because of how different you look. He kindly tells tell to mind their fucking business.

Not really fluff but...

Trish:

Trish is average height for a girl, maybe slightly above.

Still though, that doesn't stop her from sometimes lightly joking about your stature, always highlighting the (arguably not that big) difference between you.

She finds your appearance extremely attractive and thinks you're the prettiest, girl she's ever seen.

She loves having you rest your head on her lap while she tells you about her day. She think it makes you look even smaller and, by extension, cuter.

Often grabs you by your waist and holds you close for quite a while.

She insist that the two of you often go shopping together. She's always recommending and buying you clothes and makeup that she thinks will compliment your look perfectly.

She's always right.

[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 then 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?”

Mista moved his hand for just a moment to mutter back to her. “I guess you’ll see in 9 months?”

(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’s so painfully pretty - the way his glossy, dark locks fall 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 as 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 confidently 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 and resting 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, thinking 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 romantically connected to me. But if you really feel that way, maybe this once i’ll let myself be so selfish. You’re the only one, always and forever, no matter what. 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. She felt 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 fastening his collar, slowly dragging it down with his eyes fixated on hers before shrugging the confines of his jacket off his shoulders.

“I’ll give you that anytime you want, cara mia…”

[randoimago]

thinking about: bruno, abbacchio, mista with an S/O that's pregnant but hasn't said anything cause they keep waiting for the right moment but keeps being distracted by other stuff and it isn't until narancia uses his stand and goes "uh why do you have two heartbeats?" that it's finally brought up.

[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..."

[lady-of-endless]

hello everything is fine? I saw that requests are open and I would like to know if you can write headcanons for (Risotto nero, Bruno bucciarati and leone abbacchio) with a fem! reader who is a caporegime of passion and has a stand capable of healing fatal injuries and capable of stopping time like jotaro and dio? Thank you so much.

Risotto Nero, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbachio x caporegime!fem!reader headcanons

Author's Note: Died while writing Risotto's part. I enjoyed this idea so much, thank you for this request and your patience. Hope you'll enjoy it! (GIFs are not mine, I'm thanking the owners)

Risotto Nero

- He respects you for your being a caporegime but that doesn't mean that he trusts you automatically. He needs to know more about you, and he will find out more. He thinks that there might be a reason why he met you and he starts overthinking about it.

- If you decide to visit La Squadra more often, that's how you slowly earn his trust. More precisely, by how you interact with each member, and how you get along with them. He always observes from afar, with his usual familiar face. He likes that you don't seem to care about your rank and don't demand any special treatment from anyone. He also likes how you treat everyone with the same amount of respect.

- When you discuss mafia matters with him, you notice how uptight and tired he looks and it concerns you. Risotto is stunned when you change the subject to tell him that he should take care of his well-being just as much as he takes care of his men. He is moved by the softness of your gaze and tone as it's something that he thinks shouldn't exist in a mafia gang such as Passione. You turn his world upside down with this simple gesture.

- In time, exactly during those visits of yours, he starts to notice his somatic reactions to your presence. When seeing and hearing you, he's more aware of his heartbeat, the way he starts to feel hot under his outfit, and the way his body just seems to lean in (he corrects his posture right away though). Nothing gives him away.

- When learning about your Stand's healing ability, Risotto automatically thinks about how useful it would be for his team's safety. He will ask your permission to have you on speed dial if something bad happens. You surprise him again by accepting right away with no hesitation and you can tell it from how his gaze softens. His eyes are more expressive than he thinks.

- Prosciutto is the first to notice a change in Risotto as days go by and understands what is going on. He knows exactly what he's implying when he suggests to Risotto that you two should discuss those mafia matters and plans alone. Risotto sighs knowing that it's starting to get obvious but it's grateful for Prosciutto pointing it out.

Bruno Buciaratti

- It might look like you have his respect right away but in reality, it takes some time to earn the genuine form, not the forced one. However, he will always treat you right, he's always a gentleman towards a woman like you nonetheless. He will always shake your hand or even kiss it briefly when you meet. This is also a way of trying to get some reactions out of you so he can read you.

- Because he knows how your presence is more than beneficial, Bucciarati will have his ways to tempt you to spend more time with his team but that's when the chaos unleashes. He tries to instruct all to behave when you're around and surprisingly, they do. No funny businesses. It only lasts for a few minutes because Narancia and Mista decide to do something fun. Everyone can guess how it went. Bucciarati is boiling on the inside for this happening while you're there but then he hears you chuckling. Turning around with a surprised expression on his face, he sees you smiling at their antics. Seeing how you don't mind it and understand it even, he smiles too.

- In time, as he notices more of those genuine reactions from you, he looks at you in a different light. He enjoys how you're not as serious as you seemed in the beginning. His heart skips a beat when your smiles are directed at him. Plus, the others are so happy to see you all the time, it makes him happy as well.

- Finds your Stand extremely powerful but starts thinking of ways to protect your back while you're using the healing ability on others. He's very invested in ways to keep you safe during missions. You two will even decide on secret signals to know what you have to do for each other. Bucciarati is relieved to have someone as capable as you in his proximity.

- It's not a surprise for the rest of the team to see him developing feelings for you, they all thought it was about time. No one even jokes about it because they have been waiting for so long. Abbachio will always be the one to tell the others to follow him somewhere else for whatever reason just to give the two of you much-needed privacy.

Leone Abbachio

- At first, he thinks that being a caporegime in Passione might be a little too much for a woman. He's NOT a misogynist, no, but he sees it that way because in his time working as a policeman he heard many horrors women went through for being involved with the mafia.

- And so, because of this, Abbachio has questions about you, about the other caporegime, about your role. He wants to be informed, not just because he doesn't fully trust you but because he can't help but feel slightly concerned deep down. He just hopes that you can handle everything. When you prove to him how capable you are, without you even knowing, he starts to trust you more and respect you.

- However, Abbachio will never give you special treatment because you're a caporegime, he doesn't care about this title (even if later on, he starts to find it hot but he won't admit it, not even if he were on his deathbed). He cares about your true nature and how you deserve that rank.

- To Abbachio, actions definitely speak louder than words. After one mission in which he got severely injured, you happen to be there to heal him, despite his stubborn protests. Instead of getting frustrated with him, you kept your calm and helped him with great care. With this, he discovers another ability that you have, the ability to put him at ease and make him feel better inside. You've given him too much to feel. Your carefulness towards him makes him start acting slightly different to you, less disdainful and less distant. He can't deny the warmth he feels when you ask about him.

- To him, your Stand is as impressive as you, he expected it. He has questions about it and most of them are about the time-stopping ability. He thinks of ways you two can combine your abilities. When it comes to your healing ability, he just sighs and rolls his eyes thinking about the similar effect Giorno's Stand ability has. In reality, he is relieved that there's another healer that can help if anything goes wrong.

- Abbachio doesn't need anyone's help to get alone with you, he has his ways to get privacy. The others can only grin as they notice his tricks, too afraid to tease him about it. His favorite way is by lighting up curiosity. He'll make eye contact with you for a while and then whisper close to you that if you two eventually will be left alone, you should remind him that he has something important to talk to you about and then walk it off. You'll get so curious about it that you're the one who will get the two of you alone somehow. When you ask him about it, he'll just say that he can't remember at the moment but if you're already there with him you can talk about something else.

[midnight-talescape]

𝒟𝑜𝓁𝓁(𝐵𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 23: Aphrodisiac (sorta)

Has it been like a week since I last updated? Maybe.

But trust I was writing during the week I just couldn’t finish it and I didn’t like how the one I finished look so I yeeted them :’(

I will probably rework them and then publish them after kinktober or something.

This is very ooc though, I really wanted to write Bucciarati unzipping reader so he can use them like a portable fuck toy, but that also seem super out of character unfortunately.

Warning: aphrodisiac like stand ability, inappropriate use of stand, he unzipped your limb and use you like a fuck toy, yes im kinky like that bite me, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3.7kish

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“Thank you, Bucciarati. We will sort out everything as soon as possible, before then they will be under your protection.”

He had nodded his head when Giorno explained the situation to him.

It was a simple job.

Be your bodyguard and protect you at all cost until Giorno sort out some business with your father.

Usually this sort of job wouldn’t fall onto him. Ever since he became the new underboss of Passione he’s usually helping Giorno with some other mission or attending meetings.

But this was different.

Your father was insistent on your safety being guaranteed and he was the best person for the job.

Or the only person for the job, since your father said that the other members of the team were either too immature, hotheaded, serious, or as he said (very aggressively, Bucciarati sigh as he remembered the look on your father’s face.)

“I will rather die then let that womanizer near my fucking child.”

Your father’s protectiveness over you, had left the only person he semi trust to take care of you in his wake, Bucciarati.

He sigh again before tidying up his suit and knocking on your door.

He was ready to face whatever challenge he may face in the next few weeks as he protect you.

What he hadn’t expected was the sound of his heart racing as the door open, and he finally saw you in all your glory.

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You poke your head out of the door shyly as you heard the knock. Your eyes squinting slightly as you look up at him, unused to the bright sunlight, having stayed inside for most of your life.

“A-Are you Mr.Bucciarati?” You ask quietly before letting out several uncontrollable cough, causing Bucciarati’s eyes to furrowed in concern,

You were the opposite of anything he expected.

It was no secret that you were sickly, your father had made that abundantly clear. It was one of the reason why people rarely ever sees you in public and why your father was so protective of you.

But he had still expected someone who… acted more like the child of a Mafia Don. Someone who was perhaps a little spoiled under your father’s coddling.

He hadn’t expected you to be so shy and so… beautiful.

Beautiful and fragile, like you were made of glass and will break with a wrong move.

He mentally chastise himself for his thought before replying gently, his Italian accent softening his words, “Yes, i'm here to be your bodyguard for the moment until your father return."

His concern for you rise again as you breaks into coughs again. Without thinking, he steps closer and rub your back softly trying to soothe you.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)? Do you want to go inside?" he suggests giving you an encouraging smile, wanting to put you at ease in his presence. "I want to make sure you're taken care of.”

“I’m alright, Mr.Buccirati. I’m use to it already, thank you for your concern.” You answered meekly at his concerns, before opening the door wider so he can come in, “You don’t need to do anything, Mr.Bucciarati. I can take care of myself.”

"I'm sure you can, but it's my job to protect you. And that includes taking care if you during the time being," he replied firmly but kindly, closing the door behind him. His eyes briefly scanned the interior of your home, checking for any potential threats or areas of concern.

“Father’s too protective of me, I’m already a adult…” you said with a little huff, but there was a soft smile on your face,

You appreciated your father’s love for you even if he can be a little coddling, knowing that he only want the best for you.

He chuckle lightly as you huffed about your father's overprotective tendencies, his expression softening with understanding.

"Yes, I can imagine, he seems very protective of you."

His tone was teasing, but he couldn’t help but agreed with your father. While you might be technically an adult now, you still look…

Well, too delicate to be the heir of a mafia

He thought silently as he turned his attention back to you. He hesitated for a moment, before reaching out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, "And please, call me Bucciaratu. Mr.Bucciarati is too formal for my liking."

“…Bucciarati…”

"That's better,"

The corners of his mouth curve into a warm smile at the sound of your soft voice calling his name, it was a simple word yet somehow it sounded beautiful coming from you.

You look to the side as you see his smile, your face flushed in embarrassment as you quickly lead him to his room, “I will show you the place you will be staying at, Bucciarati…”

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“You shouldn’t sleep here…” Bucciarati said softly as he spot your curled up form on the couch,

You look up at the sound of his voice, letting out a incoherent mumble before falling back onto the couch already asleep again.

With a sigh and a soft smile that he didn’t notice on his face, he gently carried you into his arm before heading towards your room.

“Let’s get you back to bed…”

As you buried yourself into his chest, you let out another mumble, not noticing the slight shiver that went up Bucciarati’s body as he felt your breathe against his bare chest.

Or the way his heart pound against his chest as he hold you close to him.

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It all happened so fast.

You were attacked on your way back home, after being cooped up in your house for weeks.

Of course you tried protesting at first, but you had eventually relented under his firm gaze.

“Don’t move, Bucciarati…”

You quickly wrap his arm up with practice ease, your hand shaking as you finally finish tying the knot, “…I’m sorry…”

Bucciarati eyes narrowed ever so gently as he watch you bit your lip nervously, not understanding why you will be apologizing for something out of your control.

Beside the wound itself isn't too serious, barely something that he will care about if he was by himself.

"Don't apologize, this isn't your fault," he said firmly as he reaches out to give you a light pat on your head, wanting to comfort you, "Beside, i've had worse.”

But it was no use. Seeing the guilt that still linger on your face, he opened his mouth, wanting to say more. To reassure you, to comfort you, to wipe away the hint of tears in your eyes.

But suddenly his body froze, letting out a loud groan. His body starting to shake as he felt a sudden wave of heat wash over him, his hand desperately clawing at his suit.

“Bucciarati! What’s wrong?” Your voice filled with worry as you hold onto him, his body felt unnaturally warm under your hand, “Are you okay?”

Sweat start to form on Bucciarati’s face as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Something was terribly wrong.

He tried to move away from you, to distance himself before he hurts you. Before he do something that he will regret.

"Stay back... there’s something wrong with me..." he warn weakly, his eyes glazed over with lust as another wave of heat wash over him,

With that, he collapse against you. His arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"(Y/N)... I..." he breathes out helplessly, wanting to do so much more to you,

To be closer to you, to be inside you, but he couldn’t.

He shouldn’t.

But god does he want to...

“What’s wrong?” You asked again, your eyes wide at his uncharacteristic behavior, hesitating before wrapping your arm around him, “I-is there anything I can do?”

He grits his teeth at your word, trying desperately to regain control over himself and his actions. His hands were trembling as he gripped your waist. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum.

He wanted nothing more than to pull you closer, to press his lips against your soft skin, to feel every inch of your body against his...

"T-the enemies stand must have done something..." he manage to groan out, his voice strained, “…you need to stay away from me…”

The sudden wave of lust that coursed through him was overwhelming, and so wrong on so many levels.

He was supposed to protect you, not... not this.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he forced himself to release you.

"I... I need to leave," his voice hoarse with barely restrained desire. "I... I can't..."

As he continues rambling, trying to control himself and his flushed face, it felt like a lightbulb went off in your head as you realized what’s wrong.

You should let him leave.

But almost as though you was being bewitched, you grabbed onto his sleeve before whispering softly, “I can help you, Bucciarati…”

He froze at your words, staring down at you with a mixture of shock and desperation.

You couldn't possibly mean that, could you?

You were so innocent, so pure, and he was... he was a filthy dog, driven mad with lust.

He should leave, should put as much distance between you as possible. But the way you're looking at him, the way your fingers are curled around his sleeve... it's so tempting.

"(Y/N), you don't know what you're saying."

But even as those words leave his mouth, he can feel his resolve crumbling. He couldn't seem to make himself move, couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from your beautiful face. His hands come up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing gently over your fave as he leans in close.

"Please... tell me to stop..." he whispers, his lips mere inches from yours, "Tell me to leave before I do something we both regret."

You didn’t answer.

Your eyes flutter nervously as you lean in, pressing your lip against his, and for a moment, he stood there frozen. You were kissing him, and it was making his head spin.

He knew he should pull away, should put an end to this before it went any further. But the feeling of your soft lips against his, the slight tremble in your hands as they gripped his shirt... he couldn't bring himself to push you away.

Instead, he found himself deepening the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair as he pulled you closer. He could taste the faint hint of sweetness on your tongue, could feel the heat of your body seeping into his own.

It was pure insanity, the way you were affecting him. He wanted more, needed more. His hands began to roam over your body, slipping under your shirt to caress the soft skin beneath. He could feel your heart racing against his chest, could hear the slight hitch in your breath as his fingers trailed lower.

"Mi cara..." he rasps out between kisses, his voice low and husky with desire. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..."

“What do I do to you, Bucciarati?” You asked, you voice hoarse and you lip swollen from the kiss.

He stared at you the desperation in his eyes practically consuming him. You were driving him mad, and he couldn't seem to find the willpower to resist you.

"You make me want things I shouldn't want," he grits out, his hands fisting in your hair as he pulls you closer. "You make me forget who I am."

He could feel the heat building in his loin, could feel his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to remain in control. His hips pressed forward instinctively, seeking friction against the soft curves of your body.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you,"

But instead he wants to explore every inch of you, to learn every curve and dip until he knows your body better than his own.

"Please, mi cara. Tell me what you want."

“I want you Bucciarati.”

Those three words sent him crumbling.

You want him.

You, with your sweet smile and innocent eyes, wants him - a mafioso who didn’t deserve you. You deserved so much more than this, so muchmore than him.

But the way you were looking at him, the way your body was pressed flush against his... it was enough to shatter what little control he had left. He could feel the last of his restraint snapping, replaced by a burning need that consumed him utterly.

"You don't know what you're asking for," but even as he said that, his hands roam your body with urgency, his cock straining against the confines of his pants.

He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you towards the nearest surface — a table, a countertop, anything that would allow him to lay you down and fuck you stupid.

You barely had a moment to breathe as you was placed onto the table, before he was on you again.

“S-slow down, Bucciarati…” you cried out softly, your neck arching up as he bit down.

Your clothing was already strewn across the living room, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from your form sprawled out beneath him. You look so small, so fragile, like a delicate little doll just waiting to be played with. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, his cock twitching eagerly in his pants.

Without warning his stand activated, Sticky Finger appearing behind you his hand hovering over your body, waiting for his command. You look up at him your eyes wide, innocent and full of trust that he didn’t deserve, so unaware of what was about to happen to you.

It was so fucking wrong.

You didn’t deserve what he wanted to do to you.

But he couldn’t help it.

“Please forgive me, mi cara…” was the only warning he gave before Sticky Finger swipe against your body,

You let out a surprise gasp as you felt your limb being disconnected from you.

“B-Bucciarati what’s happening…”

It wasn’t unpleasant to say the least, just strange and unexpected. But the feeling of helplessness, of not being able to move was terrifying.

Bucciarati didn't answer your question immediately. He couldn't. Not when you were looking at him with those big, confused eyes, tears glistening on your lashes. The sight of you lying there, your limbs scattered around you like broken doll parts, painfully erotic to him.

"Shh, it's okay mi cara," he murmured, reaching out to brush away the tears that had begun to fall. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."

But he knew they were a lie. He was already hurting you, he wanted nothing more than to use you like a toy, to pose your limbless body however he pleased and fuck you until you scream his name.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he ask before he slipped two fingers into your tight pussy,

You cried out beneath him, your body jerking slightly at the sudden intrusion, But despite your pain you tried to stay still, not that you could move in your state.

“I-I will be good… I will be good for you, Bucciarati…” you said trying not to sob as your pussy was spread open on his fingers,

God, you were so perfect, so trusting even as he violated you in the most intimate way possible.

He hated himself for doing this to you, for taking advantage of your trusting nature. But he couldn't seem to stop himself as the lust course through him, couldn't resist the temptation you presented.

He tried to be gentle as he thrust his fingers deeper, but his cock throbbed almost painfully. His mind filled with imagine of all the deprave things he could do to your helpless body.

He could feel your walls fluttering around his digits, could hear the breathy little moans that spilled from your lips as he worked you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, mi cara," his free hand coming up to tweak one of your nipples roughly. "Be a good little doll for me."

You let out a loud wail as you was brought to the edge, your pussy clenching around his finger as he rammed into your g-spot.

He watched you come apart beneath him, hecould see the way your body shuddered and twitched as the orgasm tore through you. Only when you became a writhing, sobbing mess did he withdraw his fingers.

The sound of your crying made him want to keep you like this forever - helpless and dependent on him for everything. His little treasure, his perfect doll that he could play with whenever he wanted.

“W-wait… Bucciarati slow down… please…” you whimper as you felt him grabbing your waist, picking you up and aiming his cock at your pussy,

He could feel your fear, could hear it in the tremble of your voice as you beg him to slow down.

Part of him wanted to give in to your pleas, to be gentle and make sure you were ready for him. But a dark part of him wanted to abuse you, to use you like nothing but a toy.

"Shh, it will only hurt for a moment mi cara,"

And then he's pushing inside, stretching you open around his thick cock. You scream beneath him, your body trying to reject the intrusion. But there's nowhere for you to go, no way for you to escape.

He starts to move, setting a brutal pace that has you crying out with every thrust. Your pussy is so tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He can feel every flutter, every desperate clench of your walls as he pounds into you mercilessly.

Your cries turn to choked sobs as he pounded into you harder and harder, each brutal thrust tearing through your tight little cunt. You could feel every inch of his cock as it stretched you open, could feel the way it was reshaping your insides to fit him perfectly.

It hurt, god it hurt so bad. But there was something else too, something so satisfying in being use in this way that it makes your eyes roll back in your head. He was ruining you, destroying you with every snap of his hips. Breaking you down until all that was left was a mindless, needy thing that craved his cock.

“C-can’t… can’t take this anymore… gonna cum.. Bucciarati i’m gonna cum again!”

He could tell you were close again, could feel your pussy clenching down around him as he pounded into you mercilessly. The sight of your body jerking and twitching as another orgasm ripped through you, was almost enough to make him lose control and spill his cum inside you already.

"That's it, mi cara," he growled out, his hips snapping forward faster and harder with every word spoken. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock like a good little doll."

He could feel his own release approaching, could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his loin. He wanted to fill you up, to paint your insides white with his seed until it leaked out of you for days.

With a feral snarl he reached down, fingers finding your clit and rubbing it harshly. Your scream echoed through the room as you came again, the orgasm bordering on painful.

As you try to come down from your high, Bucciarati’s mind finally cleared up. His face was filled with guilt and horrir as he saw the state you were in.

“I’m sorry, mi cara… I shouldn’t have lost control.” Bucciarati apologized as he quickly zipped up your limbs, holding you tightly in his arm as he try to figure out a way to make up his actions,

“It’s okay…” you said softly as you buried your face in his neck, “I asked for this, it’s okay. It’s not your fault…”

You guys stayed like that for a few moments. Basking in the afterglow and the consequences of what just happened.

Bucciarati only started moving again when he felt your eyes close, clearly tired from everything that you went through.

Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he start carrying you to your room.

He will deal with the consequences if his actions.

Because after all.

He’s not letting you go.

[naomijoestar]

Happy late birthday and halloween! 🎃 hope you had a wonderful day 🥰

I had an idea that I struggled with getting out of my head so hear me out… Headcanons of the Passione members with a s/o who has big titties??? 🍒

I rest my case :3

Masterlist here <3

Thank you sm!💕 And 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I love this it’s so cheeky, I wouldn’t really consider this NSFW since it’s just them being… them ig? Just also simping and admiring :p I hope you like this and if you’d like anything changed or anything specific added you can always message me and I’ll fix it up!

Also I made this afab reader I hope you don’t mind

Passione members with a girlfriend who has big boobs

Giorno Giovanna

- Giorno might be a gentleman, but even he’s not immune to being captivated by you. He’ll occasionally find his gaze lingering, trying to be subtle but totally failing

- Sometimes, he’ll catch himself admiring you and quickly look away, trying to stay composed

- He finds himself instinctively shielding you if anyone else stares a little too long, offering his jacket to cover you up if you want. He’ll murmur, “Not that you need it—you’re stunning either way.”

- Giorno might buy you clothes with strategic support and structure, wanting you to feel comfortable and confident

- He’d gently tease, “You do know the effect you have on me, don’t you?” with a mischievous glint in his eyes

- When you catch him looking, he’ll give you a soft, almost shy smile and say, “Forgive me—I’m only admiring perfection.”

- Giorno is more likely to brush his fingers along your collarbone or rest his hand lightly on your chest when holding you close, clearly enjoying the way you fit against him

- Sometimes, he’ll quietly joke, “You’re going to be the end of me,” with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, making it clear that you’re very much on his mind

Bruno Bucciarati

- He loves hugging you close (😉), noticing how snug you feel against him, but he’ll keep his thoughts to himself

- He’d never make you feel objectified; he’d just subtly admire you and show you off in a classy way

- If you need help with finding comfortable clothing, he’s quick to assist and even offers suggestions, given his keen eye for fashion

- “You know, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

- Bruno loves spoiling you with outfits he thinks will highlight your best features, saying, “This would look perfect on you. Trust me.”

- When he hugs you close, he’ll rest his head just above your chest, murmuring, “I could stay here forever.” You can feel the warmth of his smile, clearly content to be so close to you

- He’ll run his fingers along your collarbone, softly tracing a line just above your chest, and give you a look that speaks volumes

- If you ask him about it, he’ll simply say, “How could I not admire you? You make everything else seem ordinary.”

Leone Abbacchio

- Abbacchio is often pretty reserved, but he’ll sometimes mutter a grumpy compliment, like, “That top looks nice on you.”

- Despite his usual stoicism, he can’t help but stare, especially when you’re just relaxing together

- If he sees someone else ogling, he’ll shoot them a glare that sends them running in the other direction

- He may pretend to be indifferent, but he’ll casually drape an arm around your shoulder, just for an excuse to feel closer, come on, he is a man with eyes and desires after all

- If he catches you looking away bashfully, he’ll smirk and say, “Don’t get shy on me now. I like the view.”

- He’ll pull you close in quiet moments, savoring the feeling of your warmth against him, secretly enjoying how you fit against him

- Abbacchio isn’t one for obvious compliments, but he’ll let out a smirk and say, “Just know I’m lucky to have you.”

Guido Mista

- Mista would definitely be the most obvious, often staring before realizing and trying to play it cool

- He’s more vocal and won’t hesitate to compliment you with his cheeky grin, saying, “Damn, babe, you look amazing.”

- He’s the type to buy you cute (or even silly) bras he thinks you might like, just as a little gift, and he loves buying you tops he thinks will highlight your curves

- The Sex Pistols might tease him about how smitten he is

- Will straight-up say, “Babe, you’re really making it hard to concentrate!” with a wink that makes you blush

- He loves pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your boobs with a smirk, laughing when you push him away playfully. “What? I’m just appreciating my beautiful girl!”

- Mista’s openly a simp, so he won’t hesitate to let you know exactly what he’s thinking. He’ll look at you with a big grin and say, “Babe, you look…incredible. Really hard not to stare.”

- He loves it when you wear anything form-fitting and will definitely throw you a wink, saying, “You’re out here making everyone jealous—and I’m just lucky to be the guy next to you.”

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia’s reaction would be blunt and honest, probably saying something loud and obvious without thinking it through

- He absolutely loves cuddling with you and is more than happy to be the small spoon if that means getting cozy against your tits

- He’ll wrap his arms around you in a tight hug, his head resting comfortably on your chest, sighing happily as he murmurs, “Can we just stay like this forever?” He loves to hug you close, especially when he can rest his head on your chest

- He doesn’t shy away from cheeky compliments, grinning down at you and saying, “You know, you make it really hard to keep my cool, babe.”

- Narancia would be thrilled to spoil you with gifts, even making up little excuses just to buy you something that makes you look—and feel—amazing

- If he finds himself staring, he won’t be subtle about it; he’ll just smile, completely mesmerized, and say, “Can you blame me? You look amazing.”

- He’ll often tell you how gorgeous you are, even in the simplest outfits, making you feel like the most admired person in his world

Pannacotta Fugo

- Fugo is shy and would find himself trying not to stare, but it’s clear he’s struggling, he’ll shyly brush his hand along your arm, whispering, “You… really are something else.”

- If you ever catch him, he’ll turn red and immediately look away, acting like nothing happened, “Can you blame me?”

- He’d be protective, making sure nobody else stares at you for too long, even if he has to shoot a harsh look or make a snarky comment

- He’d enjoy more subtle gestures, like resting a hand on top of your cleavage or helping you adjust your clothes, making sure you’re comfortable

- Sometimes, when you both are alone, he’ll quietly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and sighing, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

- He’s the type to blush when complimenting you, but he’ll still manage to say, “You’re making it very difficult to stay calm.”

- Fugo is also protective; he’ll drape an arm around you when he senses others looking, leaning down to say quietly, “They don’t deserve to stare at you like that.”

I hope you enjoy this! I tried making it a little intimate but also not too much, but if you’d like that changed I’ll happily do so! <3

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other post, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can always request it!

[helenabuu32]

This idea just popped into my head, I’m sure it’s out there somewhere already but I haven’t seen it so here we go, first hc post!

Bucci Squad with a stand user s/o or crush who’s way shorter than them

Bucciarati:

Mother must protect

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, but does not make it super obvious because he needs to be professional as the leader of the squad

He’ll start leaving random, regularly used things around at a level where you can actually reach them out of habit. He feels bad that you always have to ask people for help and has noticed that sometimes you get embarrassed.

Sometimes he’ll use Sticky Fingers so you can grab stuff yourself because you think it’s fun and it makes you laugh

He doesn’t like to pick you up in front of the others because he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re being treated like a child. But if you’re dating, he loves wrapping you up in a hug and twirling you around before setting you back down

Loves kissing you on top of the head

Again, very protective, but also knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself. If you do need help during battle or anyone hurts you he will not hesitate to zip their heads off.

Mista:

You are no longer a land dwelling creature

He’s constantly picking you up and carrying you around, even if you’re not dating or express annoyance (if you ACTUALLY want him to put you down he will tho)

He picks you up in front of everyone all the time, he doesn’t care

If you’re trying to reach for something, instead of helping you he will literally just put you on his shoulders so you can grab it

Sex Pistols also like helping you out by grabbing small items for you and are always gushing about how cute Mista thinks you are. Sometimes he gets embarrassed, but usually just embraces it

If you’re dating, he’ll let you wear his shirt because he thinks it’s really funny that his crop top is a mini dress on you

He and Sex Pistols get really mad if anyone touches you during a mission and even if you’re able to take care of yourself, he often finds himself pushing you out of the way or the bullets will team up and fuck a bro up on your behalf.

Narancia:

Honestly he’s just stoked that he’s not the shortest anymore (Trish doesn’t really count since she’s literally 1cm shorter than him)

Not afraid of telling you how cute and small you are all. The. Time.

He doesn’t pick you up as much as Mista does, but he still does it kinda often and in front of anyone just to prove that he can

He loves running around with you on his shoulders

If you both can’t reach something, he’ll either put you on his shoulders or use Aerosmith to knock (or shoot) it down depending on what it is

If you’re dating, he’s always the big spoon. He loves feeling like he can physically protect someone

Good luck to the poor soul who lays a finger on you during a mission

Abbacchio:

Being the tallest in the group, you two have the largest height difference

He will never admit to anyone (or honestly even himself) how cute he thinks you are

He likes to grab things you’re trying to reach and lift them up over his head because he thinks it’s funny when you try to jump up and claw at his arm. Eventually he’ll give it to you.

But if you’ve been annoying him that day and you try to reach for something, sometimes he’ll grab it and put it up even higher and then walk away

Once you ate shit while you were balancing on a chair trying to reach something and he laughed so hard that he made Moody Blues replay it in front of everyone

Absolutely under no circumstances will he pick you up in front of anyone, and even if you’re dating, he doesn’t do it much. Only exception is if you get injured badly enough on a mission that you can’t walk. In that case, he will actually get overly protective and not let anyone else touch you.

If you’re dating, once he opens up and gets more comfortable, he loves to hold you and especially loves holding your hands and feeling how tiny they are in his own

Will literally kill anyone who even looks at you wrong

Fugo:

Kinda freaks him out how fragile and small you appear to be since Purple Haze can be so dangerous, but he does find it rather endearing

Oh that’s so weird that a step stool randomly appeared when you started coming around I wonder who put that there

He gets really flustered when you look up at him with those big eyes and sometimes will deflect by getting mad and storming off

Doesn’t like picking you up

Like Abbacchio, if you’re dating, he just loves to hold your hand, but won’t really do it in front of the others

Also forehead kisses

If anyone hurts you he goes feral. Sometimes the others have to reel him back in so he doesn’t accidentally hurt anyone else with his stand in his blind rage

Giorno:

Thinks you’re cute but definitely keeps it to himself

If he notices you trying to reach for something, he will gladly help you out. Sometimes he’ll even use Gold Experience to either animate the object or create vines with your favourite flowers to bring it down to your level. He loves the look of amazement that spreads across your face.

He doesn’t really like to pick you up, but likes putting his arm around you to make you feel safe. He’ll sometimes do this in front of the others, especially if you’re in distress.

If Abbacchio is messing with you by holding an item out of your reach, he’ll turn somethinng into a bird so it can grab the item from him and give it to you. This is partly also just to piss Abbacchio off.

Likes when you try on his jacket

Is protective of you during battle, but tries to assist in subtle ways so you still feel like you’re taking care of things on your own

Trish:

Being the official shortest before you showed up, she understands how you feel

But is also really glad that she’s not the shortest anymore

Like Narancia, she can sometimes help you reach things, but if you both can’t reach she’ll either get Spice Girl to help or she’ll make the floor rubber so you can use it as a trampoline and get what you need

…Once she did this and shattered a vase against the ceiling, so Bruno doesn’t let her anymore.

If you dress feminine, she likes sharing clothes/accessories with you when able. That one blouse of hers looks really good on you, even if the sleeves are too long!

Feels protective if you get hurt but would rather team up than just blindly defend you, though sometimes Spice Girl gets a little carried away

This was actually a lot of fun, hope you guys enjoy! If so, feel free to send in some ideas and I’ll think of some more hcs for them :)

[rhapsodic-reverie]

Soup For The Soul

Description: Headcanons for Bruno with a S/O that’s burnt out.

Content: Canon Divergent, Bruno Bucciarati/Reader, Unspecified Gender, Comfort, Mostly Fluff.

Considering his occupation is incredibly volatile and exhausting, Bruno would be more than understanding of your predicament. There have been times where he was so exhausted after an assignment that all he could do was sleep.

Despite his own turbulent schedule, he’d find ways to make your life easier. For instance, Bruno would start preparing meals for you and putting them away for later so you’ll have something to eat without the hassle of cooking.

Or, Bruno would make sure your clothes are clean and ready for you in the morning so you’re not worried about what to wear later. (Fortunately, he’ll ask you what you want to wear before he does this if you don’t wear a uniform for your job, or your dress code is more lenient.)

Since his profession allows him a bit more leeway when it comes to finances, he’d suggest you call off every once in a while to recuperate (but only if you have the ability to do so). Bruno knows that working day after day becomes increasingly soul-crushing, and would prefer that you don’t experience the same mental exhaustion he frequently does.

Whenever your days off align with his, he’ll treat you with a homemade dessert of your choosing.

Back in his youth, Bruno would spend time with his mother in the kitchen baking all sorts of confectionery treats. Those memories are something he holds near and dear to his heart, so if he could bake with you like he would her, it’d feel like you both are truly building a family together (even if that family is just him and you).

However, if you’d prefer some space and alone time, Bruno would be more than understanding of that. Even if he expresses his love for you with quality time, Bruno still enjoys his own privacy and does need time to himself — especially with how crazy his life is. (He’ll ask you to leave a record on before you leave him be so he has something to help him unwind.)

If you need someone to vent to about your work struggles, I don’t think I could find a better person than him. He’d memorize every detail you share, and make a point to learn everything he can about your situation so he can properly assist you in resolving whatever conflict is bothering you.

Conversely, if you’re simply exhausted from work, Bruno will still be there to listen and provide you support. He wouldn’t think less of you for needing him, and would appreciate that you’re willing to be honest with him about your feelings.

And of course, you’re one of his top priorities. He wants to be there for you.

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JOBROS: Need help?. . .

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Hermes because she's missing an essential body part (cock) :(( I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

Giving them a bj

Speedwagon, Bruno: Just imagine letting it sensually enter your mouth<3 I think at first he would say something like "no need, dear" but when you gave him those puppy eyes, how could he say no? His hands would be in your hair all the time and he'd praise you nsfw link

Caesar, Kakyoin: He will be a little more enthusiastic, however, he would still be a little worried about choking you. However, the way his cock slid down your throat made him forget about the previous thing. He would groan and moan and tell you how well you suck his cock, and sometimes he would thrust against your mouth nsfw link

Okuyasu: When you asked him if you could give him a blowjob, his pants quickly disappeared. At that moment the only thing he wanted to feel was your mouth. And as you bobbed your head up and down, he could feel his body tense with pleasure. Every stroke of your tongue, every flick of your lips, sent shivers down his spine nsfw link

Mista, Gyro: Oh yeah! Possibly he may be somewhat abrupt with you, but you didn't care about that. His salty taste invaded your mouth, and you could feel his tip touching the deep part of your throat. His animalistic growls and moans could be heard throughout the room, while compliments with your name came out of his mouth. Would definitely cum in your throat, and don't worry, he also would definitely return the favor~ nsfw link

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