#bucciarati x reader

[naomijoestar]

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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

[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

[helenabuu32]

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 😌

[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

Here you can find more posts like these

[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.

[noaltbruh]

@multifandom-hcs Hope you're having a good day too! :))

Bruno and Hermes dating hcs ❤️

Hermes 💋

Chaotic gf. I don't know if you're an introvert or an extrovert, but she will most definitely be more hyped than you for anything.

Loves to try new things with you and go on all sorts of date! From carnivals, to road trips, to that one random place you saw and you're not quite sure if it's a restaurant or a sex shop, but you'll find out together!

Wakes you up at three am. because she just got an idea for what you could do together and you have to do it NOW.

Big on PDA, she's constantly touching you or holding you near her even when you're in public, HECK ESPECIALLY when you're in public.

Loves to show you off to the Stone Ocean gang and can't shut up about how great her partner is.

Definetely teases you and gets even mushier with you if she sees you getting shy.

She'll speak up and stand up for you in any situation, whether that is a stand battle or someone cut in line in front of you.

Always has the biggest grin on her face as soon as she sees you.

Loves to drag you in troubles, but she honestly just wants to have fun with you. Don't worry, if things get out of hand, she knows how to handle policemen.

I think her kisses would be a bit rough, like you can just feel how eager she is to feel her lips on your body.

Is literally always complimenting you and your look, calling you hot, beautiful, handsome, pretty...Whatever you prefer!

"Breath taking as usual, caro/cara!" "I'm...Literally in my pajamas" "Your point?"

Shoplifts for you, I'm sorry. Like- maybe you just saw a cool jewel in a shop and told her you liked it, without really thinking much about it. The next day, you find that exact jewel at your front door.

Opens up about her past and how much she misses her sister, it's one of the few times she genuinely seems sorrowful.

Would love you even more if you accepted to visit her sibling's grave with her. She might cry on your shoulder, so please comfort her.

On a more optimistic note, if she visits her on his own, she even talks to her and you and how awesome you are.

She lets you keep your stuff in her tits without even having to ask her, it's just routine for you two by now.

Loves to do your makeup. Alternatively, if you don't wear it, she still asks you if she can try it on you because she's fully convinced you'd look great with it.

VERY flirty and completely shameless about it, no matter who is watching.

Can't cook lol, but she will gladly take you to any restaurant you like and she'll offer to pay for both of you!

...Yeah, pay.

Bruno 🤐

The boyfriend ever.

He's so romantic and gentle he literally makes me want to cry because he's so perfect and VSGABCAHZCSS.

Just being near him makes you feel safe, you'll never have to fear being judged as long as this man is your partner.

He's calm and understanding. No matter if something is troubling you or you're simply in a bad mood just because, he'll never lose his patience with you.

Encourages you in everything you do, whether that is a small task or a lifelong goal you're trying to pursue, Bruno will always be ready to support you and help you in any way possible.

Might be a bit busy from time to time due to his job, but he makes you to call and text you anytime he gets the chance too. He loves hearing your voice and he wants to be sure that you're doing alright.

He never closes a phone call without an "I love you, tesoro" at the end.

Will make up for the time he missed once he gets back home. He'll do whatever you want to and there aren't limits to how much he's willing to spend for his love.

Do you want to go on a trip to France for the weekend? He already has two tickets and a reservation in the best hotel of the city.

Remember that very fancy restaurant in the city center? Guess who has already reserved a table for two with a beatutil view on the entire city?

Truthfully, however, Bruno enjoys anything as long as he gets to spend it with you. Despite his role in the mafia, he also loves simpler, everyday life with his partner.

Even just going to the local market to buy something together makes him so incredibly happy, and gives him a sense of normality in the mess that's his life.

Not super big on showing affection in public, at least not as much as Mista or Narancia- but he always maintains even a small touch between you.

He loves to hold your hand as you walk, lets you hold on to his arm, or he wraps his arm around your waist.

Way more touchy and flirty in private. Bruno is smooth and knows excabtly where to provoke you or what to tell you to make you blush.

He puts his hand under your chin or on your cheek if you were to look away from him. You can see his proud, little smirk on his face.

The best cook in the gang, male wife material. His fish dishes are the best you'll ever try in your entire life.

Speaking of that, he'd love to go fishing with you. It reminds him of the time he spent with his father and sees it as a way to continue his family traditions. After all, you are his future wife/husband.

He has the kindest look on his face while explaining to you how to fish and it makes me want to explode.

He loves to massage your shoulders, for some reason. Maybe because it helps you relax, but it just feels very intimate to him.

He rubs your back and kisses you on the forehead whenever he hugs you. His embrace is warm and you wish you never had to let go.

Gives you flowers or any sort of gifts on the most random occasions. Don't worry, buddy, you didn't forget and important date, he's just a sweetheart and wanted to give you a present to make you smile.

Also, since you're dating him, you'll now have to take care of five children, aka the gang. I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself the moment you became his partner.

Don't worry, Abbacchio will help you... Perhaps.

On a more serious note, Bruno would love to have a family with you in the future. This man is MADE to raise children, adopted or not, anything is fine for him.

He thinks you'd be a great parent, but of course, if you don't want to be, he'll never force it on you :)

[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.

[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’re a delicate flower that bloom in the darkest corner of Italy.

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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.

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

The Exception

part 2/? <- previous - next -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Bucciarati x Reader

[SUMMARY] Your date was a disaster, and your expectations had already been low to begin with- but a good friend does what she must. Read the prologue first!!

[WC] 2.5k APOLOGIES they will not be this short in the future. These first two parts are plot important for setup reasons, unfortunately. Just didn’t want to put more than one pov in a single post yall

[!!!] language, concept is inspired by goodfellas, so a lot of dialogue and narration has been picked straight from that. not cannon accurate, google translated Italian, pulling things out of my ass in terms of locations and such, lmk if I missed anything,

[A/N] as someone who hates reading oc names in fics 99% of the time, the made up friend character means nothing to me and will be gone so soon. Toodles.

I can’t stand him. In fact, I’d call him obnoxious. He’s just sitting there, fiddling with his watch like this isn’t worth his time.

It had been like this the entire night, and you were beginning to wonder why you even agreed to join Lucia in the first place. It seemed like Guido was a decent guy, at least if you ignored his questionable taste in friends. Thankfully she was having a good time, sitting and laughing and leaning into his chest like she wasn’t hesitant to go out in the first place. Yes, your expectations had been low to begin with, but the behavior you witnessed at dinner was nothing but insulting. And then, before it was time to go, your date was rushing you out of the restaurant! It was ridiculous how he paraded you to the vehicle as if this were a successful night out, hand hovering over the small of your back until needed to open your door.

You didn’t feel like it was overdramatic to call this evening a failure. In fact, that word seemed a gross understatement even now.

If it weren’t for one exchange he initiated on the trip home, you might have believed the entire thing had been orchestrated to get you away from Lucia. At first, you were confused when he pulled up the driver's privacy screen; was he about to give you a reason to be concerned?

”I realize tonight wasn’t…” he paused, picking his next word carefully, “optimal.”

You didn’t give him a response, keeping your knees shifted away from him and your posture neutral.

He continued, “Mista didn’t invite me until yesterday. I already made a commitment to meet with my supervisor tonight, something I couldn’t change even if I wanted to. But he couldn’t really ask anyone else.”

“Lucia practically begged us to meet them again Friday-“ you began, getting ready to give him a way out.

“Guido wasn’t much better,” your date interjected. “I think he would have dropped to his knees if we told him it would secure a yes.”

In spite of yourself, a laugh escaped from the bottom of your stomach. He was witty, you realized. And worse, he delivered it in the same, dry tone he used in regular conversation. The combination left you speechless, if only temporarily.

“I won’t be able to pick you up,” he continued before you could object, “but I can take you home again, if you’d prefer. Can we meet at the restaurant?”

Fine. You thought as you nodded your head. One more chance. All things considered, I can give him the benefit of the doubt.

You didn’t think of anything else for the remainder of the drive. Not the fact that your date seemed to have a personal driver, nor the suspicion in meeting an employer so late in the evening. You were only focused on getting home and trying to put aside your personal frustrations for the next time you dined with Bruno Bucciarati. After all, he still took the time to walk you to your door. Did he factor this into his schedule? Did he plan to leave with time to escort me home instead of letting me third wheel?

But, you weren’t willing to think about that right now.

He hadn’t proven that he deserved it, at least not yet.

Guido was more than happy to drive you to dinner alongside Lucia, though you knew this was an attempt to gain your friend's favor more than anything else. Regardless, you appreciated the gesture. It beat walking halfway across the globe to reach the restaurant, which seemed to have been picked for its inconvenient location over anything else. Still, you wouldn’t complain. You didn’t need to worry about the transportation, and you likely wouldn’t have to pay for your meal again. He might have been closed off during conversation, but Bucciarati didn't even let you touch the check. Besides, it would be a challenge for the second dinner to go worse than the first one…

Perhaps that thought was responsible for your hesitance to admit he stood you up.

First it was five minutes. Then ten. Then fifteen, and you were escorted to your seats. Twenty, and the waiter checked in on the table. Twenty-five, and his friend explained that one more might be coming. Thirty, and you felt your hopes drop completely. Oh well, guess I dodged a bullet.

“I feel terrible. I don’t know where he is.” Mista finally said, confronting the elephant in the room. The waiter had taken their orders, it felt awkward pushing him back any longer. You had insisted the couple have some sort of date, you really didn’t care that things didn’t work out… It wasn't your fault Mista had unreliable friends.

“You know, he really liked you too,” he continued, turning to Lucia, “all he did was talk about her. He liked you.”

Sure. Maybe last night I could have believed that.

You were a trio instead of a double date that night. But you didn’t really care. Did you? Even second guessing that feeling of apathy made your stomach churn, why should it matter that one guy didn’t work out. Worse than that, however, Guido thought he was making things better by bringing it up every time he saw fit. What you thought would be simple enough to ignore instead continued to grow with each minute that passed. By the time dinner wrapped up, you considered yourself angry with the man.

With the same grating voice you had become accustomed to, Mista began to ramble again, “He should have called, I hope it’s nothing serious. He really isn’t like this, ever.”

“Then why don’t we do something instead of just talking about it.” You finally snapped back, dropping the fork from your hand. You’d had enough of the idle chatter, enough of the unimportant setup. It was time for Mista to put his money where his mouth was.

“What?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“Let’s go find him.” You were being dead serious, the extravagant wine in your system encouraging you to rip him a new one. “You know where he spends time, I assume.”

Pleadingly, you locked eyes with your friend, praying she would understand what you were telling her. He’ll do anything you say right now, he’s wrapped around your finger.

You don’t know why you even doubted her, she read your mind with ease. “Pleaaaase Guido-“ she whined, wrapping her arms around him while tossing her head back. “We could stay at mine if we’re out too late looking for him.”

Frankly, the tone of her voice left you impressed. I owe you big time, you said with your gaze. She rolled her eyes at you, unknown to the boy escorting them out. ‘Lord, you have no idea,’ you guessed she replied.

While you assumed Guido would be a careful driver at first, all notions of the concept had fleeted by the time you reached Napoli Centrale.

You had nearly been ready to give up. In reality, you had only been driving for upwards of an hour, but it felt like you were trapped in the car with the couple for days. The sun had long begun its descent, street lights now illuminating the water lined streets. There wasn’t a man on earth worth all this trouble, regardless of how pissed you were at him. You were about to voice your defeat, when your friend's date caught a glimpse of the less than subtle blue hair. You didn’t even have the time to voice an objection before the car drifted to an enthusiastic halt.

Guido had given you an entrance, his brakes squeaking enough to burn rubber and announce your presence to the entire block. Whatever you decided to say, it needed to match that urgency. There was nothing left to do but open the door and step out of the car, fists clenched so as not to show their trembling.

Unaware of the storm approaching, Bucciarai recognized the vehicle, if nothing else. “Mista, I don’t have time-”

“You have some nerve standing me up.” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you as you made your way to the paved entryway he was occupying. “Nobody does that to me.”

He wasn’t alone, you noticed. Fuck. “Who do you think you are, some big shot? Think you’re pretty enough to be a casanova?” The group of men around him loosened up, muttering a bit at the show starting in front of them. One even let out a laugh at his expense.

You savored the look on his face, the perfect mix of shock and awe. His mouth fell agape, but he quickly pulled himself together.

Turning to take one more look at his friends, Bruno stood to greet you. His legs closed the distance with ease, and he brought his hands as he spoke. “Take it easy. Slow down, all right?” He smiled convincingly, eying you up and down to gauge how pissed you might have been. “I forgot. I thought it was next week.”

You threw your head back, unimpressed as you spat, “It was Friday. It was this Friday. And you agreed.” What did it even matter? “Fuck off-”

He took a step forward as you began to turn away, reaching out to grab your wrist. Gentle, you noticed, despite the stern command in its nature. “Hey, we can talk about this,” he nearly asked, “take it easy.”

The group of boys laughed at him. Any variation of ‘calm down’ is universally frowned upon when confronting an upset woman, how Bruno managed to forget this was unfathomable. For his group of boys, this was the luckiest day of their life. Finally, something to hold over the perfect mafiosos head. For you, however, this was the final straw.

“Talk about it?” You asked slowly, furrowing your brows and tilting your head as if saying ‘that’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.’

“Talk to you after what you just did to me?” You were smiling, shaking your head as one of the onlookers let out an ‘oooooooh.’

“Forget it. I’m not talking to you about anything.” You finished, pulling your hand back. That’s when you noticed it -- the look in Bucciaratis eyes that left you second guessing your anger. According to his dark gaze, you were something between predator and prey. A challenge to be untangled. A delicious meal laced with deadly poison. You wanted to gag for even thinking something so cliche.

Unknown to you, it’s not often someone speaks to Bruno this way. Unknown to you, this sparked his interest more than anything else. Aside from his superiors, this behavior wouldn’t have been tolerated… In all honesty, he would have put a stop to it immediately if you were one of his boys. If you were anyone else, he wouldn't have dealt with you at all.

But, here you were. Some civilian girl somewhere in between the two, allowed to make a public mockery of his shortcomings. The boys sitting behind him did not take this lightly, this you recognized if nothing else.

“I thought you would stand me up. You looked bored. You didn’t say anything. What do you expect? Hmm?” You turned, rolling your eyes while shifting your weight. His grip on your wrist gave him one final point of leverage over you. Pulling you back towards him once more, the two of you locked eyes.

“Well-” he began, eyeing you up and down again, “let me make it up to you.”

It must have been the way his gaze lingered. Despite your anger, a part of you never wanted anyone to look at you with that same hunger ever again. Only him. You wanted to capture Bucciaratis' look of yearning, it had felt like you deserved to. You had gone through this much trouble to obtain it, after all.

But still, he didn’t deserve a solid answer from you. “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Next Friday,” he patted his jacket, taking a moment of composure to look for something, “I’ll pick you up at 8.”

Bold. Straightforward. It was a start.

“You’ll show up to my house at 8,” you corrected, beginning to walk back to Mistas car, “I’ll decide if you’re picking me up or begging.”

A chorus of laughter and mockery rang in your ears as you turned back to the car. If nothing else, that group of boys wasn’t going to let their friend hear the end of it.

continue to next part ->

This is purely self indulgent slop, but here is a link to the scene this part is roughly based on :)

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[naomijoestar]

hello sweets! I have been reading your works for few weeks now and i must say they are amazing!! (you are so talented🥰) I know your request box is now closed and im sorry for putting more things on your plate.. 😨💕 BUT i hope if you could write some amazing headcanons about:

Bucci gang having a significant other who is/ has been clinging on to them because they have been missing their bucci member. 😭❤️

Maybe he’s/or she’s(trish👀) been busy because of work !! or they have just been too tired to spend some time with their significant other and just instantly going to bed after work. And after few days/or weeks.. later they finally start to show some signs of being neglected.. (for example: not letting them leave the bed for work). 😧💕

ANYWAYS SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS SO LONG !! feel free to ignore my rambling 😅

Thank you for your time and effort love !! 🙏❤️

have a nice day or night!!

Masterlist here <3

Hello ml! This is such a cute request, now I wanted to admit that while reading your request I didn’t notice that you requested headcanons and wrote this as a scenario instead🥲 I really hope you don’t mind and if you do I will gladly re-write this for you!

Sorry for the late reply and I hope you enjoy this 💞

(Trish Una included!)

Bucci gang with their s/o clinging onto them because they miss them

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo had been working late nights, diving headfirst into planning and strategy. It wasn’t intentional, but his sharp focus on his tasks left you feeling invisible. At first, you thought you could handle it, but after weeks of stolen moments and fleeting kisses, the weight of his absence became too much.

This morning, as he swung his legs over the bed to get ready, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Fugo, stay.”

He turned, startled by the tremor in your voice. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his brows knitting together in concern.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I just miss you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re always gone. Even when you’re here, you’re… not really here.”

Fugo froze, guilt washing over him in an instant. He’d been so absorbed in his responsibilities that he hadn’t realized how much he was neglecting you. He sat back down, pulling your hands into his. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice unusually tender. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.”

You looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I just… I need you right now.”

Without hesitation, Fugo climbed back into bed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I’ll stay,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ve been a fool, but I’ll make it up to you. Today, I’m yours. Completely.”

You let out a soft, relieved sigh, burying your face in his chest. His heartbeat, steady and strong, was a comfort you’d been missing. For the rest of the day, Fugo didn’t touch a single work-related item, devoting every moment to showing you how deeply he cared.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno had always been devoted to his work, but lately, it felt like he was consumed by it. Late nights, endless meetings, and responsibilities left him coming home too exhausted to even share a proper conversation with you. He’d kiss your forehead, mumble an apology, and fall asleep almost instantly.

At first, you told yourself it was temporary, that things would calm down eventually. But as the days stretched into weeks, the loneliness began to weigh on you. This morning, when Bruno stirred to get out of bed, you instinctively reached for him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Stay,” you murmured, your voice soft but firm.

Bruno paused, his movements freezing. “Amore, I have—”

“No,” you interrupted, your face pressed against his back. “You don’t. Not today.”

The quiet in your voice struck a chord in him. He turned to look at you, his dark eyes filled with guilt as he took in the sight of your teary gaze and trembling lip. “You’ve been so busy,” you whispered, your hands clutching his shirt. “I know it’s important, but… I miss you, Bruno. I miss us.”

He exhaled deeply, guilt evident in every line of his face. Without a word, he slid back into bed, pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry, tesoro,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t realize how much I was neglecting you. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I’ve been taking you for granted.”

You nuzzled into his chest, your fingers clutching his shirt like he might disappear again. “Don’t leave today,” you pleaded softly. “Just… stay with me.”

Bruno kissed the crown of your head, his lips lingering there as if to seal a promise. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, cradling you close. “Today, I’m yours, completely. I’ll make this right—I swear.”

For the rest of the day, he didn’t even glance at his phone. He was fully present, holding you, listening to you, and reminding you with every kiss and tender word just how much you meant to him.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno had always carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, but lately, it felt like he was drowning in it. Long hours at meetings, late nights poring over plans—it had all left him coming home too exhausted to notice the growing sadness in your eyes. You’d tried to be patient, understanding the importance of his work, but the ache of missing him only grew stronger.

This morning, as he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Reaching out, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head on his back. “Giorno… don’t go today,” you said softly, your voice trembling.

He stilled, his hands falling to his lap. “Amore?” he asked, his tone gentle but confused. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, your grip tightening. “I miss you,” you admitted, your voice cracking as tears began to well up. “You’re always working, and I understand, but… I feel like I haven’t had you to myself in weeks.”

Giorno turned to face you, his golden hair catching the soft morning light. His emerald eyes widened as they met yours, glistening with unshed tears. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands. “Oh, my love,” he whispered, his voice full of regret. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been neglecting you.”

You leaned into his touch, your tears slipping free. “I just… I need you. Even if it’s just for today.”

Giorno’s heart clenched, guilt washing over him. He kissed your forehead tenderly before pulling you into his lap. “You shouldn’t have to ask for my attention,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I’ve been a fool, but I’ll make it right. I promise.”

He lay back down, holding you close as if letting you go would break him. “I’m yours today,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “No meetings, no calls. Just us.”

For the rest of the day, Giorno stayed true to his word. He didn’t glance at a single document or answer a single call. Instead, he spent every moment with you—holding you, laughing with you, and reminding you just how deeply he loved you.

Leone Abbacchio

Leone had never been one to sugarcoat things. When work needed to be done, he threw himself into it with everything he had. But lately, it felt like his everything was all going to work, leaving you with scraps of his time and energy. At first, you’d tried to be understanding—it was just his way. But as the days turned into weeks of him coming home too tired to do anything but collapse into bed, the loneliness became harder to ignore.

This morning, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed to get ready, you grabbed his hand. “Don’t go,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Leone stopped, his brow furrowing as he glanced back at you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gruff but laced with concern.

You didn’t let go, your grip tightening. “I miss you,” you admitted, looking down at the sheets. “You’ve been so busy, and I feel like… like I don’t have you anymore.”

He sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “I’ve been a crap partner, haven’t I?” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He turned fully, taking in the tears brimming in your eyes. It hit him harder than he expected.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel this way,” he said, his voice softer now. “I just… I thought you understood.”

“I do,” you said quickly, your voice trembling. “But understanding doesn’t make it hurt less. I need you, Leone.”

Something in his chest cracked at the way you said his name. Without another word, he climbed back into bed, pulling you against him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his lips pressing gently to your forehead. “I’ve been too wrapped up in work, but I’ll make it right. I’ll stay.”

You blinked up at him, surprised. “You mean it?”

Leone smirked faintly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m not going anywhere today,” he promised. “You’ve been patient with me for too long. It’s my turn to give you what you need.”

For the rest of the day, he stayed true to his word. He held you close, kissed you like he hadn’t in weeks, and spent the day reminding you why he was worth missing in the first place.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia was always full of energy, constantly running off on missions or getting caught up in one task or another. At first, you found his busy nature endearing, but as the days went by and he barely had time to sit down and talk to you, you started to feel the sting of his absence.

One morning, as he tried to slip out of bed to get ready for another mission, you reached out and grabbed his arm. “Narancia… don’t go,” you said softly, your voice cracking just enough to make him pause.

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide with surprise. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, kneeling back on the bed.

You sat up, clutching the sheets tightly. “I miss you,” you admitted, your gaze dropping to your lap. “You’re always running off somewhere, and I feel like I barely see you anymore.”

Narancia blinked, your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. “Oh no! no no,” he said quickly, scooting closer to you. “I didn’t realize you were feeling like this.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “I know your work is important, but… I just need you right now.”

Without hesitation, Narancia threw himself back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down with him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm. “Today, I’m all yours. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his determination. “Really?”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Really. I’ve been so stupid, haven’t I? I should’ve noticed you were feeling this way. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

For the rest of the day, Narancia didn’t leave your side. Whether it was lying in bed talking, cooking together in the kitchen, or dancing to music in the living room, he made sure you felt loved and cherished with every smile, laugh, and touch. By the end of the day, the ache of missing him was replaced by the warmth of knowing just how much he cared.

Guido Mista

Mista was always easygoing, but lately, his carefree nature had been replaced by exhaustion. Missions, meetings, and late nights had drained him so much that he barely had time for you. He’d stumble into bed, mutter a quick “Good night,” and be out like a light before you could even tell him how much you missed him.

This morning, as he got up to get ready, you decided enough was enough. You grabbed his hand and tugged him back onto the bed. “Guido, no,” you said firmly, wrapping your arms around his waist to keep him in place.

He blinked, caught off guard. “What’s this about, babe?” he asked with a half-laugh, though his voice softened when he saw the pout on your lips.

“You’re always leaving,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “I know you’re busy, but I barely see you anymore. I miss you, Mista. A lot.”

His playful grin faltered, replaced by a look of guilt. “Ah, damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t realize I was making you feel this way.”

You looked up at him, your eyes glossy. “I just… I need you here today. Please.”

Mista’s heart sank. Without another word, he kicked off his shoes and climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms. “I’m sorry, babe,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head. “You’re right. I’ve been so caught up in everything else that I’ve been ignoring the most important person in my life.”

You buried your face in his chest, your fingers clutching at his shirt. “Just stay with me,” you whispered.

He tilted your chin up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “Today’s all about you. I don’t care if the boss himself calls me—I’m staying right here.”

For the rest of the day, Mista made sure to pamper you with all the love and attention you’d been missing. Whether it was cuddling under a blanket, sharing your favorite snacks, or laughing together over silly stories, he reminded you exactly why you’d fallen for him in the first place.

Trish Una

Trish had always been meticulous with her time—balancing her work, appearances, and responsibilities left little room for flexibility. Lately, though, it seemed like every spare second of hers was being devoured by her career. You understood how much she had on her plate, but the ache of her absence had begun to weigh heavily on you.

This morning, as she reached for her planner to prepare for another busy day, you grabbed her wrist gently. “Trish,” you murmured, your voice tinged with vulnerability. “Can you stay today?”

She turned to you, her perfectly lined eyes widening in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I miss you,” you admitted, lowering your gaze. “You’ve been so busy, and I know it’s important, but I feel like I haven’t had you to myself in ages.”

Her expression softened immediately, her glossy lips parting as guilt flickered across her face. “I… didn’t realize it had been that bad,” she said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You bit your lip, shrugging slightly. “I didn’t want to make you feel bad. But… I just need you today. Just this once.”

Trish hesitated for only a moment before snapping her planner shut and tossing it onto the bedside table. “You’re right,” she said firmly. “I’ve been too wrapped up in everything else. That stops now.”

“Really?” you asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

She cupped your face in her hands, her touch soft but certain. “Really,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Today is yours. Whatever you want—name it, and it’s yours. I’ll cancel everything.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. The rest of the day was pure bliss: long cuddles, indulgent meals, and quiet moments where she reminded you, again and again, that no amount of work would ever mean more to her than you did.

I hope you don’t mind me forgetting to make these headcanons, that was totally my fault and if you do mind you can always text me and tell me if you’d like me to make a hc version!

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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 :)

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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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Hi again!! I loved the matchup thank youu!! Now I'm wondering though if you maybe have any headcanons for what the part 5 characters (Bucci Gang and/or La Squadra 🤭) would be like with an autistic s/o 👀?

Hi again!! and how cutteeeeee <33 I'm autistic myself, so honestly i'm just projecting here how i want them to treat me teehee

(author's notes: credits to gif owners, of course <3

Without further ado, hhehehehe

Bruno Bucciarati

He doesn't always understand why you do the things you do, but he always always makes an effort to be patient.

He'll eat the food you can't, he'll listen to you ramble and ramble and show genuine interest. He's basically the perfect partner.

Sometimes, when he's out running errands and finds something related to what you're hyperfixated on, he'll get it for you if he has the cash.

When he's making food for you, he's careful to make only food that you'll enjoy eating. Many chicken nugget and mac and cheese dinners.

He's a little firmer with you than he is with the rest of the team, when it comes to you getting hurt. It's because he worries more for you than he does about everyone else. Not only are you his partner, but he feels responsible for your safety. If something happens to you, it's because of him.

Leone Abbacchio

Honestly, he might make you feel a bit bad at first, but it's not on purpose. He doesn't know what autism is, or how to handle people who have it.

But he learns to. Because he feels bad when Bucciarati tells him that he made you feel awful.

So he goes out of his way to research how autistic people feel, why they act the way they do.

Because of his (kinda outdated) research, interactions with him might feel so so scripted. He means well, though.

When you're feeling overstimulated and like every little touch could set your bones on fire, he's happy to just sit in silence with you. As a silent reassurance that he's still here for you. Or even if you want space alone, he'll let you know that his door is unlocked for you, if you want to come to him later.

You're his favorite person, he wants you to know that he's here for you.

Giorno Giovanna

He's autistic himself, even if he doesn't know it.

So he understands you a lot better than everyone else will.

He lets you talk whenever he's available for you, and he often makes time for you in his schedule too. He does a great job making you feel special to him.

Often times, the two of you will sit in relative silence, just existing in each other's presence. But sometimes, when he feels especially jittery, the two of you will infodump on each other about your special interests. He just rambles on and on about the Mafia and what he plans to do with it, and then he'll listen to you ramble about whatever it is you're interested in.

He has a bad habit of eating foods that he doesn't like the texture of, leading to him shutting down or feeling gross afterwards. Mostly because in his childhood, it's either he ate what his house had or he starved, autism be fucked.

It's something you slowly nudge him out of, with much stubbornness on his end. Internalized ableism is so fun, huh. /s

Pannacotta Fugo

He definitely already knows he's autistic himself, so he often does things for you that he himself would enjoy happening to him.

He gets you gifts for your special interests, or he'll research your special interest so he can talk about them with you.

He's very anxious all the time, scared he might hurt you or do something to hurt your feelings. You might have to reassure him very often that you're not scared of him.

His favorite thing to do with you is read together. Like a little book club with just the two of you. Or even writing little essays about things you like so you can read his thoughts and analyses on them. Or drawing with you, even if he's really bad at it. Art composition was his worst subject when he was in school, after all.

He didn't have any hyperfixations before he met you. Which was a little boring for him, even if he spent most of his time trying to survive the mafia anyway. But after meeting you, you became his favorite person. And then you become his new hyperfixation, and you're all he can think about ever.

It's very infuriating for him sometimes. (in the good way)

Narancia Ghirga

Another case of "doesn't know he's autistic".

He's the loud kind of autistic. Socially unaware, but emotionally available to everyone. It's no surprise that he feels himself drawn to you.

He'll talk if you don't want to, he'll eat everything you don't want to (even if he doesn't like it). He just really wants you to like him.

He absolutely lets you indoctrinate him into your special interests. He likes whatever you like, and more! He might accidentally talk over you, just because he's so excited to finally have someone to talk about his interests with.

He means well, though.

Absolute cuddler, all the time. So if you're not that big on physical touch, he'll find another way to cuddle you. He'll put a big body pillow between the two of you and hug that instead, just so he can still be next to you and still hold onto something like that.

Never say that Narancia doesn't have his moments.

Guido Mista

He's very open-minded most of the time, so he handles you being autistic very well.

He handles all of you little "quirks", as he calls it, very well, too. His mentality is "if you don't like it, you don't like, and if you like it, great."

So if you don't want to eat something because of texture issues, that's fine, he'll take it. You don't want to hear something because it feels like glass on your skin, he'll turn on something else.

It really is that simple to him.

He just wants for you to be happy, and if anyone gives you trouble for something that you can't help, he'll shoot them. Easy as that.