#guido mista x female reader

[jjkamochoso]

The Gift of Guido

Fluff

Guido Mista x f!reader

Mista can’t help but spoil you any chance he gets!

Warnings: translated Italian lol, slight cussing

Guido Mista was many things: laid back, fun loving, a bit too superstitious for his own good—he was also irrevocably, unconditionally, in love with you, and he made sure to prove his devotion to you any chance he got.

Ever since your first date, Guido would greet you with the most breathtaking florals anytime he was lucky enough to be graced with your presence.

“Un bel fiore per il mio bel fiore, (a beautiful flower for my beautiful flower)” he would say every time without fail, causing you to blush as brightly as the petals being presented to you.

“Guido, you’re too much,” you always replied, holding the stem gently between your fingertips, guiding the flower to your nose as you inhaled the fragrant scent. He would just gaze upon you, hand in chin with a dreamy look in his eyes, as if you were an angel sent down from heaven; for all he knew, you really were.

He would always take you on dates to the nicest restaurants in town, often asking Bruno or Leone for recommendations. While the men were partial to Libeccio, Guido was constantly on the hunt for newer, more exciting places to treat you to. He also hated that dining at a restaurant frequented by members of his team, especially the younger ones, meant being teased relentlessly throughout what was supposed to be a romantic outing for the two of you.

“Oooh I’m Mista and I’m in loooove with y/n!” Narancia teased from the table next to yours, shoving spaghetti in his mouth.

“You better shut it before I knock some sense into you,” Guido seethed, gripping the cutlery in his hand with white knuckles. Normally he would’ve immediately pounced on the boy but he tried his best to show self restraint in front of you. Narancia stuck his tongue out at Guido before diving back into conversation with Fugo, shoveling food into his mouth without a care.

“Please ignore him, Amore mio (my love),” Guido told you, “he’s being an idiot as always.”

“Huh?! You callin’ me names?” Narancia asked, standing abruptly from his chair. Guido’s eyebrows furrowed as he whipped out his gun from his waistband, waving it around in anger.

“I’m on a date, asshole! Leave us alone!”

“Knock it off, you two. Narancia, you need to study. You’re only getting stupider by the second,” Fugo interjected. Narancia huffed and sat in his seat once more as Guido tucked his weapon back into his pants and took your hand in his own, shooting you his suavest smile.

“Forgive the intrusion. Now, where were we?”

You just shook your head and laughed, finding the whole situation quite adorable. It was endearing how his team treated each other like family. In all honesty, you weren’t bothered the slightest by the interruptions, knowing you and Guido would be able to have plenty of alone time later.

Another thing Guido loved to do for you was treat you to expensive jewelry. Not having a steady income made it difficult at times to buy you the exact watch, ring, or whatever struck his fancy, but somehow, he always made it work.

You were sitting with Guido in your apartment, enjoying a rare quiet evening, when all of a sudden, Guido was wearing a grin that he didn’t bother trying to conceal.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” you asked, wiping at your skin.

“No way! The only thing on your face is beauty.”

“You’re such a womanizer, Mista,” you chastised, rolling your eyes playfully.

He brought his hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Womanizer? Il mio tesoro (my treasure), you’re the only woman that’s ever on my mind.” He reached into his pocket and procured a velvet drawstring pouch. “And that’s why I got this for you.”

“Oh, Guido, whatever it is, I couldn’t accept it-”

“I insist,” he said, his irises sparkling from the leftover sun filtering into your living room. You opened the pouch and gasped when you saw what was being held inside. Not believing your eyes, you pulled out a chain connected to a weighty, and quite large, diamond pendant.

“So? Do you like it?” he asked, his boyish charm on full display as he eagerly awaited your response.

“It’s breathtaking,” you managed to say in your utter disbelief. While you were grateful for his other pieces he had given you, this certainly took the cake. He must’ve saved up for a very long time to be able to afford the necklace.

“As are you.” He gestured to the chain. “Can I put it on for you?”

“Of course. Thank you,” you said, turning around. You shivered when you felt his fingers ever so slightly grace the skin of your neck as he began to clasp the necklace.

Tried to clasp it, that is.

“I’m trying to- it won’t- my fingers are too big-fuck!” He groveled, frustrated. Before you could even get a word in, he called out the Sex Pistols.

“You guys need to clasp this before I take the necklace back to the store and choke the salesman with it.”

A chorus of “sure Mista!”s and “anything for y/n!”s rang out as the bullets nimbly finished the job he started. Calling them back in, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You look amazing. Absolutely perfetta (perfect).”

“Thank you very much for the gift, Guido. I love it and I love you.”

“Anything for you, vita mia (my life),” he said sweetly, lazily slinging an arm over your shoulders with a lopsided grin. “Now, how about we go out and make some people jealous as you show off what it’s like to be dating mafioso such as myself?”

[pillow-anime-talk]

{♡} jojo’s bizarre adventure month.

Welcome evenryone to ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Month’! Throughout whole November, I will be posting one scenario about a character who is related to JJBA manga or anime. As always it will be; one character x reader, two characters x reader, and sometimes several characters x reader. Tags will be different, i.e.: comedy, angst, family!au, romance, school!au, sfw or nsfw… Also, most of the stories will be about a female or gender-neutral reader, because it’s more comfortable for me to write it this way.

This is not the first time I organizes such an action. I added a similar post during ‘Genshin Impact Month’, ‘I love girls Month’ or ‘Music & Vocaloids Month’!!

As mentioned above, the characters you see below are completely randomly selected by me; I simply chose about 31 characters that I like or who is most popular.

I love you all and hope you will like it!!

done | 01/11. first day at school with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

done | 02/11. milf with NARANCIA GHIRGA

done | 03/11. escape with JOLYNE CUJOH, ERMES COSTELLO and FOO FIGHTERS

done | 04/11. new gang member with GIORNO GIOVANNA and BRUNO BUCCIARATI

done | 05/11. training with LISA LISA

done | 06/11. friends with benefits with KOICHI HIROSE and YUKAKO YAMAGISHI

done | 07/11. pregnant with WEATHER REPORT

done | 08/11. divorce with JOTARO KUJO

done | 09/11. eternal enemies with FUNNY VALENTINE

10/11. double life with LEONE ABBACCHIO

11/11. party time with JOHNNY JOESTAR

12.11. reading dark romance with DIO BRANDO

13/11. fingering with ROBERT E. O. SPEEDWAGON

14/11. back massage with JOSEPH JOESTAR

15/11. stripclub with KARS, ESIDISI and WAMUU

16/11. missgendering with DRAGONA JOESTAR

17/11. his muse with ROHAN KISHIBE

18/11. helping you with GYRO ZEPPELI

19/11. jealous man with JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF and MUHAMMAD AVDOL

20/11. proposal with NARCISO ANASUI

21/11. pegging with DIEGO BRANDO

22/11. old photos with JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

23/11. girl with a gun with GUIDO MISTA

24/11. horse riding with JONATHAN JOESTAR

25/11. mourning with NORAKI KAKYOIN

26/11. crying with ENRICO PUCCI

27/11. rainy night with JODIO JOESTAR

28/11. new girlfriend with CAESAR A. ZEPPELI and WILL A. ZEPPELI

29/11. model with YOSHIKAGE KIRA

30/11. comforting with VINEGAR DOPPIO and DIAVOLO

navi | status | jjba masterlist  | whole masterlist | rules | ko-fi

[babypinkbruno]

Friends to... Lovers?

idk what this is, just a quick little one shot i thought of, super indulgent, might give it a couple of chapters?? pairing: Mista x female reader/Yn <3

no trigger warnings, just pure fluffy, but also slowburn.

wordcount: 3,854

synopsis: you and Mista are flatmates, and when you're having a time dealing with your ex-boyfriend, a thunderstorm rolls in... which means Mista has come to bother you for a movie night <3

Rain pelts the bedroom window loud and cold.

Yn sits cross-legged on her bed, texting her ex-boyfriend. She grimaces at the message, a horrible guilt washing over her. As she begins to type a message in response, her bedroom door bursts open, and in strides her flatmate. ‘Mista,’ Yn says in surprise, hastily shoving her phone behind her and under her pillow. ‘What is it?’ Mista grins at her, shutting her curtains. ‘It’s Friday – you’re not working, which means, let’s have a movie night.’ Yn watches him as he bustles around the room. ‘Geez, you gotta clean up in here.’ Mista kicks aside a hairbrush and picks up discarded clothing from the floor. ‘When was the last time you cleaned up?’ Yn rolls her eyes dramatically. ‘No worse than your room.’

Mista flops down onto her bed, leaning on his elbow. ‘Your phone’s ringing.’ ‘I– yeah, it is.’ ‘You gonna pick it up?’ Mista raises an eyebrow. Yn shakes her head, swallowing awkwardly. ‘It’s… well, you know who it is.’ Mista’s expression changes into one of disgust. ‘He’s still around?’ Yn looks at him sheepishly. ‘Yeah… He um didn’t take kindly to me breaking up with him.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Well…’ Yn pulls out the phone from under the pillow and shows him the text messages. ‘Well, you see what he’s been saying.’ Mista rolls his eyes, but his expression softens when he looks back at Yn. ‘I told you to just block his number. This is stupid – he’s a prick.’ Yn flops back onto the pillows and sighs. ‘I know. I’ll… get round to it.’ Mista looks at her, hesitating. ‘I don’t know why you let yourself get hurt like this.’ He gives her leg a small pat. ‘Come here.’ Yn glances at him wryly and opens her arms. ‘Alright, but–’ Yn’s words are cut off by the sound of Mista flopping down onto her, hugging her. ‘The way he talks about my friends… about you. It’s horrible,’ Yn murmurs. ‘Oh yeah?’ Mista replies with a frown. ‘What does he say about me? Let me guess – he hates my guts.’ ‘You’d be correct,’ Yn says, nodding. ‘He thinks you and the others are bad influences.’ ‘Ha, clearly he doesn’t know the real you.’ Mista grins, poking her side gently. Yn smacks his hand, avoiding his tickling. ‘He accuses you of… Well, sleeping together…’ Mista’s eyes widened slightly. ‘What? You and me?’ He says, astonished. ‘I’m gonna slap the piss out of that dickhead. We’ve been friends for years and he thinks I’d hit on you?’ ‘You’re talking as if you don’t,’ Yn laughs. ‘It’s different – you’re my best girl, you’re my friend,’ Mista adds the last part hastily. ‘You’re also way out of my league.’ ‘You stop that right now, Guido Mista,’ Yn scolds, pointing her finger at him, and waving her hand when he tries to bite at her finger. ‘You’re gorgeous, and so funny. You’re out of my league!’ He chuckles lightly, his chest inflating slightly at the compliments. He smiles wryly, ‘Talking like that is exactly why your piece of shit boyfriend thinks we’re sleeping together.’ ‘Well, I guess I see your point.’ ‘We’re best friends, babe. We’ve seen each other naked; we hang out every day, we’re always telling each other stuff most people probably shouldn’t know. We’ve been through a lot together, it’s natural for us to be comfortable with each other. That still doesn’t give him the right to make assumptions,’ he says, rolling his eyes. ‘Or to shit talk about me, and our other friends.’ Yn notices the way Mista’s cheeks turn pink. ‘Well, yeah…’ Yn can’t help the way her heart flutters slightly. She would be lying if she had not thought of him romantically, or even sexually. She shakes the thought from her mind – if her now ex-boyfriend ever found out… Mista would be dead meat. Before she can say anything more, thunder rolls outside, a low rumbling that reverberates through the windows. Mista glances up at the window, the grey light shining through the curtains, and he remembers why he even came in here – to distract her from the incoming storm. He ruffles Yn’s hair affectionately.

‘Well, I guess the storm is here. It’s time for a movie and snacks, what d’you say?’ Yn watches him stand up from the bed and stretch, looking effortlessly cool in jeans and a loose button up T-shirt. He stops stretching and glances over his shoulder at Yn. He grins, cheekily. ‘If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch a cold.’ Yn laughs, and rolls off the bed, picking up a stray hoodie from the carpet and pulling it on. ‘Oh my god, is that my hoodie? I thought you were done stealing my clothes.’ ‘I’m sorry!’ Yn laughs. ‘He, um, never lets me wear his… So, I gotta steal yours.’ Mista rolls his eyes when Yn mentions that her ex-boyfriend does not let her wear his clothes. ‘Of course he doesn’t let you wear his clothes. He’s a dick. You look way better in mine, anyway.’ ‘Do I?’ Yn does a little twirl, almost tripping on the carpet. Mista, having quick reflexes, reaches out and grabs her wrist to stop her from falling. ‘Careful, clumsy guts. I don’t wanna have to drive you to the hospital in a storm.’

Yn blushes lightly and avoids his eyes. When did his touch start to give her butterflies…? She changes the subject, tidying up the room, but really just moving objects around haphazardly. ‘What do you wanna watch, then?’ Mista watches her and scoffs playfully. ‘What are you doing now? You’re not even cleaning up; you’re just moving things around. It’s now messier than it was before.’ Yn pauses, a pack of facemasks and a hairbrush in hand. ‘You know, I recall my room being way cleaner than yours.’ Mista raises an eyebrow and laughs. ‘Of course I know that. My room is where the real fun is at!’ Yn pokes him gently in the tummy with her hairbrush. ‘You referring to the string of women you bring home every weekend?’ Mista laughs and playfully swats away the hairbrush. ‘Okay, first of all, don’t come for my love life. Second, that’s not what I was talking about. I mean I’m not some college nerd who still keeps her room clean.’ ‘Pfft, I’m lucky if I can even find you in that dumpster you call a room. I walk in there and it’s like I’m on a safari, searching for some illusive wild animal,’ Yn says, laughing and holding her sides. Mista scowls slightly at Yn’s teasing, but softens into a small laugh, unable to resist her infectious laughter. ‘That must be why you always end up here.’ Mista shrugs, agreeing. ‘True, the bed’s comfier in here. And it smells nicer here.’ ‘True. Maybe I should invite your monthly lovers to spend a night here, show them what they’re really missing out on.’ Yn gives Mista a playful wink, as she flops back onto her bed. Mista looks over at her, trying to ignore the way his belly flutters as he looks at her, in his hoodie. ‘I’ll have you know that the women I bring home aren’t missing out on anything. They don’t need to know how comfy your bed is – that’s my secret, got it?’ Yn’s heart flutters at his flirting, and she sits up, leaning on her elbows. ‘Whatever happened to that girl – Izzy? You were seeing her for like three months, right?’ He shrugs at the sudden mention of a girl he used to bring home on occasion. ‘Ah, that… It didn’t work out. She didn’t, um, like that I was living with you.’ Yn nods in understanding. ‘So, it’s like my ex… I guess we’re doomed, huh, pretty boy?’ Mista scoffs, looking down at her and grinning. ‘Nah. I’m pretty sure I’ll never find a girl who’s okay with me living with someone as beautiful as you. I think I might have to stick with you for the rest of my life.’ Yn grins back at him. ‘Oh, stop it, you. Keep talking like that and I might just fall in love with you.’ Mista raises a playful eyebrow and leans against the bedroom door frame. ‘Oh really? Maybe that’s my goal, y’know? I’m slowly getting you to fall in love with me… and leaving your shitty ex by the wayside.’ ‘You really are such a flirt!’ Yn jokes. There is a moment of quiet and Mista’s expression grows soft. Yn holds his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. She coughs awkwardly. ‘Um, well, what about that movie, huh?’ ‘Yeah, yeah, okay,’ Mista says, shaking the thoughts from his head. ‘Go find a movie, I’ll get the blankets and snacks.’ ‘You wanna build a blanket fort?’ Yn suggests, playfully. Mista grins, rolling his eyes. Truthfully, he thinks it’s adorable when she comes up with these ideas. ‘Yeah, alright, I’m so down. Let’s do it.’

Yn and Mista fistbump playfully, and half an hour later, a blanket fort has been built, snacks prepared, and a movie chosen. A bottle of wine and fresh pizza sits on the floor, ready to be snacked on. ‘I gotta say, this is a great blanket fort. I know the others would be jealous as hell if they saw this right now.’ Yn laughs, holding out her phone. ‘Shall we send them a selfie?’ Mista nods, scooting closer to her, putting a tentative arm around her shoulders. ‘Alright, alright.’ Yn presses her side against him, and grins, taking the photo. She sends it to their group chat. ‘Pretty good photo, huh?’ Mista looks at the phone screen and is taken slightly aback. ‘You look great,’ he murmurs. ‘I bet the others will be jealous of such a romantic setting.’ ‘I didn’t think they would even care about romance,’ Yn says, suddenly nervous at the choice of words. She bites her lip. ‘Um, glass of wine?’ Mista nods fervently. ‘Hell yeah. Thanks.’ He takes the glass from her hand, feeling a spark of something jolt through him as her fingers brush against his. ‘What shall we toast to?’ ‘How about… good friends and good blanket forts?’ Mista pauses, reminding himself that they are just friends. Best friends. Quit acting like they’re something more… ‘Perfetto.’ Their glasses chink gently, and they take a sip.

Yn’s phone chimes as text messages come in. She checks her phone and laughs. Mista leans in, resting his chin on her shoulder, dangerously close. ‘What is it? The others teasing us?’ ‘Yeah, look–’ She shows the phone to him. Mista’s face grows warm as he reads the messages. Maybe they weren’t as slick as they thought they were… ‘They really are making fun of us!’ ‘Huh, Giorno says “you look awfully cute together,” and Bucciarati says “it’s like watching a Hallmark movie”.’ ‘That’s so like them.’ Yn laughs awkwardly, hiding her blush behind her glass of wine. Mista is quiet for a moment, contemplative, almost. Yn glances at him, a little concerned that he might… say something he regrets. ‘You okay? Here, eat, I’ll press play.’

They eat for a while, enjoying the food, the wine, and the movie. Until it becomes difficult to concentrate. Out of the corner of her eye, Yn can see Mista glancing at her every now and then. It gets worse when there is a sex scene on the screen… Usually both of them are perfectly fine watching that sort of thing, but this time… it’s different.

Yn turns her head slightly to avoid showing Mista her reddened face. Mista, on the other hand, is hyper-aware of her knee gently resting on top of his thigh. He tries to focus on the movie, and he is not sure if it is the wine but every time he glances at you, he feels as though the air is much tenser than usual. He reaches for his glass of wine, trying to tell himself to stop being so weird. Yn clears her throat slightly, coughing as the wine goes down the wrong way. Mista cannot help but grin at her, reaching up and gently patting her back, hoping she is alright. Truthfully, he wonders if she is just embarrassed by the movie. ‘You good?’ Not choking, are you?’ Yn shakes her head, though clearly, she is. ‘Maybe slow down on the wine, I don’t want you passing out on me before the movie finishes.’ Mista grins, continuing to pat her back as she coughs. Yn smiles weakly. ‘That’s not like you… Usually you’re down for a rowdy night of drunken sensuality.’ Mista laughs, knowing she is completely right. It is not often he sees her flustered by a movie, she usually keeps her cool, but tonight… it feels different, somehow. ‘Maybe I don’t want a drunken night, maybe I want a peaceful, quiet night alone with you.’ Yn goes quiet, surprised by her response. Is he… being romantic, or is she overthinking? ‘You’re, uh, just saying that…’

Mista hesitates, confused, wondering how exactly they got into this position, facing each other under a blanket fort. It is as if suddenly every little thing she does is wildly attractive. He tries to remember the last time he felt this connected to someone. Probably never. ‘What? What is it?’ Yn says, suddenly worried by the look on his face. She pulls a blanket up over her legs. He shakes his head and blinks, trying to get a hold of himself. ‘Oh, nothing, just spaced out there for a second.’

Yn searches his face for an answer, and then sips from the bottle of wine, discarding her glass to the side. She picks up her phone, seeing it light up again. ‘Oh… shit.’ ‘What? The gang still making fun of us?’ ‘No, I… I got a text from my ex. He…’ Yn mutters, staring at her phone. ‘I accidentally sent him the photo of us…’ Mista raises an eyebrow and then bursts into laughter as he reads the messages her ex had sent. ‘You sent that guy the photo of us? Why the hell did you do that?’ Yn turns to him quickly. ‘It was an accident; I must have clicked on his name when I was selecting our group chat earlier! Now he’s even more pissed…’ Mista holds his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to comfort her. He does not feel bothered by the fact that she sent a photo of them to her crazy ex… No, the only thing he feels is a sense of smug satisfaction that it will piss him off even more. ‘You know what? Hand me the phone.’ Yn hands him the phone reluctantly. ‘Why? What are you gonna do?’

Mista takes the phone, feeling giddy with excitement as he scrolls through the messages. ‘Oh, you know… Just wanna send a little reply to this dickface.’ ‘What are you gonna say?’ Mista types something out, a smirk forming on his lips. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll see in a second.’ He finally finishes typing the test and glances over it one last time. ‘You’re not gonna stop me and say it’s a bad idea, right?’ Yn reads the message, a few interesting insults, followed by a delightful “piss off”. Yn remains quiet for a moment, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being protected by her best friend. She looks up into Mista’s mischievous expression, and smiles. ‘Send it.’ Mista feels oddly satisfied that Yn has finally let him say something to this guy. ‘Now… we wait.’ Yn giggles, leaning into Mista’s shoulder, suddenly feeling very free. ‘I can’t believe you just said that to him!’ Mista’s heart skips a beat as Yn leans into him, her head resting on his shoulder. ‘Oh, I bet he’s gonna be furious. He’ll probably have a meltdown.’ ‘Glad I’m here and not at his house…’ Yn says. ‘Yeah, he’s probably punching his pillow right now. You’re lucky you’re here with me, tonight.’ ‘You always save me, you’re my knight in shining armour,’ Yn says playfully, the wine dizzy and delicious in her words. She taps the tip of his nose with her finger. Mista shivers, the feeling of Yn’s touch warm against his skin. ‘Look at you, such a gentleman! You even let me build a blanket fort, you bought snacks and wine!’ Yn says happily. ‘What more could I ask for?’ A soft smile tugs at Mista’s mouth, a warm sense of pride filling his body. ‘Well, you deserve it.’ ‘Ha, where’d the real Mista go, huh?’ Yn asks, grinning. Her forehead rests against his cheek, and she fights the urge to reach up to kiss him. ‘I’m still here – just being a softie tonight. Doesn’t happen all the time, but you bring it out in me.’

Yn hums as she closes her eyes against the dim TV light, the room swirling with drunken dizziness. She knows she should not kiss him… Not when they’ve both been drinking. ‘You know… How easy it would be to just… give in and kiss you right now.’ Mista’s body freezes slightly, his arm tightening around her. ‘Y-you wanna kiss me?’ ‘Mhmm… Isn’t that what you say to all the girls you bring home?’ Mista pauses, lifting his hand slightly to caress her cheek, his thumb brushing her jawline. ‘No. I’ve never said anything like that to other girls. Just you.’ Yn is taken aback slightly, ‘Just me?’ He nods, his gaze holding hers as he gently traces the line of her jaw with his finger, finding it difficult to deny the feelings he has for her any longer. ‘I don’t wanna kiss any other girl as much as I wanna kiss you right now.’ ‘Oh, my… How much have we had to drink?’ Yn laughs quietly, glancing at his lips, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. ‘About a bottle… but maybe it’s just loosened our tongues. Helped me say what I was already thinking.’ ‘Is that true? Or is that the wine talking as well?’ Yn says breathlessly. She reaches up to stroke his cheek, feeling the little bristles in his cheek and jaw, his warm skin burning under her fingertips.

Mista lets out a quiet sigh, leaning into her touch. ‘It’s the truth.’ ‘But… we’re friends… I–You could have anyone you want.’ ‘What about it? Yeah, we’re friends, but that doesn’t stop me from having feelings for you.’ ‘You have feelings for me?’ Mista watches Yn pull back slightly, disappointment flickering across his face. He takes a deep breath, and slowly nods. ‘Yeah. I didn’t want to come clean this soon, especially after… you and your ex. But, I can’t deny it. I like you.’ Yn fidgets with the sleeve of the hoody she wears – Mista’s hoody. Her heart races in her ears so loud that she can hardly hear his confession. She looks up at him, laughing awkwardly. ‘Maybe… we should finish the movie, and talk about this when we’re sober?’ Mista frowns slightly, and sighs. ‘You’re right, yeah. C’mere, you.’ He holds his hand out to her and she intertwines her fingers with his, leaning into his shoulder. She presses a gentle kiss to the back of his hand. Mista grins at her, gently squeezing her hand. ‘Might as well finish off the wine. But make sure you drink some water.’

They keep their hands locked together, the feeling natural and warm. Yn’s heart races but for now, she relishes in the feeling of being close to someone she knows cares about her genuinely. She sips from the wine bottle and occasionally picks at the last of the pizza as they finish the movie. When the credits roll, a soft song plays in the background. ‘Well, that was… a movie, wasn’t it?’ Mista laughs, shaking his head. ‘Yeah, it was definitely a movie. Not the best one, but still.’ He glances down at her, he is not sure what to do now that the movie is over. Yn meets his gaze, wondering whether now is the moment she should just kiss him, or whether it is just the wine talking, and she should wait. ‘Should we… I don’t know. Has the storm stopped?’ ‘It’s stopped,’ Mista replies, listening for thunder. ‘You feeling tired?’ Yn nods. ‘It’s past midnight.’ ‘We should probably get some sleep, huh?’ Yn nods reluctantly. ‘Are you tired?’ ‘Time flies when you’re having fun, right?’ Mista nods. ‘I am a little tired, yeah.’ ‘Should we pack this all up now, or in the morning?’ ‘Let’s just get some sleep and deal with this in the morning, I can’t be bothered right now,’ Mista says, smiling. ‘Good, that’s what I was gonna say,’ Yn replies. ‘Right, where’s my bedroom?’

Mista jumps up quickly, catching her as she stumbles. He laughs softly, wrapping an arm around her waist. ‘Come on, you mess, I’ll put you to bed.’ ‘Okay, okay, knight in shining armor.’ Mista chuckles at her comment, feeling how tipsy she is as he leads her to her bedroom. He kicks open her door and ushers her inside. ‘Here you go, your bed awaits.’ Yn stumbles into bed, enjoying the pleasant dizziness. ‘I’m gonna wear this to bed,’ she murmurs, pulling the covers up around her. ‘Yeah, go ahead. You’re borrowing it permanently now. It’s a good thing you look adorable in it.’ Mista adds the last part hastily, feeling brave. ‘Good, it’ll be like you’re here with me all night,’ Yn murmurs sleepily into her pillow. ‘Yeah, it’ll be like I’m here… sharing a bed with you.’ The idea of her wearing his hoodie, thinking of him all night creates a delicious fluttering in his chest that he wants to savour for as long as he can.

Yn opens her arms. ‘C’mere, hug me goodnight.’ Mista breaks out of his thoughts and leans down, engulfing her in a warm hug. ‘Just one hug, then I need to go to bed, too, alright?’ ‘Alright… Back to your own room?’ Yn gently tugs on the back of his shirt. Mista nods against her shoulder, his eyes widening as she tugs on his shirt, pulling him closer. ‘I… Yes, I should go back to my own room. You gotta get some shut-eye, and we’re both kinda drunk right now.’ Yn sighs. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ She reluctantly closes her eyes against the dim lamp light as Mista pulls away. Everything is telling him to curl up beside her in bed, cuddling her finally, but he knows they are both intoxicated – he cannot give in to his desires right now. With a shaky, nervous breath, he brushes the hair from her face, and turns away to turn off the lamp light. ‘I’m gonna go now, okay? Call out if you need anything.’ Yn nods. ‘Okay… You’re too good to me,’ her sleepy voice murmurs. ‘Yeah, yeah. You deserve the world, y’know. Now get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.’ With a last glance at her, he calms his racing heart, exiting the room. He leaves her bedroom door slightly open just in case she calls out to him in the night.

notes: let me know if you enjoyed!

[strawberrysurecake]

NEKO PARADISO (=^._.^=)∫ ♡♡

Contents: Catboy!Bucci Gang + Catgirl!Trish

Tags: F!reader, slowburn, coffee shop AU, no Stands, ex-mafia catboys in maid outfits

Status: Ongoing

With a massive man's secret recipe and six special ingredients, you blow up your oven to accidentally summon ex-mafia catboys all prepared to become maids in your maid café.

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Chapter Index:

Recipe of Disaster

Sweet Dreaming

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Note: Chapters 1 and 2 will be posted one week apart. The first chapter will be posted a week after the posting of this masterlist.

Last updated: 30th of September, 2022

[gio-is-writing]

Bucciarati and Abbacchio helping this shy and timid girl he just saved from an abusive family integrate into his gang? Like helping her socialize with them and be friends?

REQUEST: Bucciarati and Abbacchio helping this shy and timid girl he just saved from an abusive family integrate into his gang? Like helping her socialize with them and be friends?

This request has been in my drafts for quite some time but it’s finally getting posted hehe, hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (bruising), female reader

EVERYTHING I WANTED

Bruno Bucciarati has a cold and fast calculating mind, a true professional at what he does within the mafia but it’s no secret to those around him that he also has a warm and kind heart to those in need.

The first to know was Abbacchio. Bucciarati came to him because he has suspicions on a new family that moved into the city. Bruno knew everyone and everything in his area and this new family wasn’t your typical domestic family looking for a new start. Abbacchio agrees to take a look for himself and then assures Bruno that he is not the only one that thinks this family is strange to say the least.

A family of three, a middle aged couple with a young daughter. After some time investigating they discover they were indeed right and the couple had some business with some drug trade from another area. Listening to the voices of the town, the old ladies complaining about noise ar night or families from the neighborhood that expressed their worry for the young teen.

“They never go out during the day, not even for grocery shopping!” “It might be my worn out hearing but I hear them screaming every night” “That poor girl, the hell she might live in...”

Bruno has a plan of action and Abbacchio is quick to follow through. They arrive at their house one evening, taking matters into their own hands. These people were the lowest from the mafia so dealing with them wouldn’t be an issue.

They do put up a fight, screaming that they have nothing to do with any drug trade and that they family is perfectly fine trying to push them out but a box is dropped from the kitchen table and it says otherwise. Bruno can see a glimce of a stand retreat up into a hallway and he calls out his stand, with Abbacchio they take out the couple easily.

Inspecting the house everything is old and worn out, just taking up space. Fridge is empty and not a single bag or can of food around anywhere. Bruno remembers the teen daughter and takes off to find her, she must be hiding somewhere after all the noise.

Walking into one of the bedrooms he notices the single bed and an old wardrobe in the corner of the room, door closed but he knew better. Without taking another step he tells Abbacchio to wait outside for him and the blond complies. Bruno reassured her that she’s safe and that he won’t hurt her and somehow she believes his soft tone of voice, nothing compared to the screams she heard downstairs.

“You have a stand don’t you? You were the one who dropped the box.”

She nods and he invites her to join his gang. Offering shelter, food and companionship. She hesitates but accepts, taking his hand and following out of the house and into the car Abbacchio and him arrived in. The tall silver haired introduces himself and notices the slight bruising in her arms but doesn’t bring it up.

“If you ever need anything and Bucciarati is not around, come to me.”

YN notices he is very serious and probably always frowning from the lines in his face but she thanks him for his kindness. Arriving at where ever they were located, Abbacchio is the first to step out of the car while Bruno and (Y/N) stay in the car. He warns her about the possible chaos going on inside and that Abbacchio is going ahead to let them know she’s coming in.

After a couple minutes Bruno steps out and opens the door for her. As they walk into the place she is hiding behind him, there’s a lot of noise but it doesn’t scream violence but instead she can hear laughter. She peeks from behind Bruno and she is met with new faces, young faces with welcoming smiles and reassuring eyes.

She’s dragged away by the pink haired girl and apparently the only other girl in the house. (Y/N)’s scared at first but Trish tries her best to let her know ‘it’s not that bad’ and to let her know that she joined not long ago as well. (Y/N) finds comfort in having a girl companion and even if she is not opening up as fast as Trish is, she feels safe.

Days start passing and everyone tries to get a conversation out of her to which she widens her eyes and takes off running into Bruno or Abbacchio (whichever is near) and hides behind them. The responsible adult then is quick to come to her rescue, Abbacchio usually screams at them to leave her alone and give her space. Bucciarati on the other hand reassures her that they only mean well by getting to know her and invited them to be more careful with their approach to which the others apologize and try to start over in a more gentle manner.

At dinner she sits between Bruno and Trish, the pink haired is whispering to her and they both giggle. Bucciarati smirks and Narancia and Mista whine about girls being so secretive about everything, they want to be part of the fun too! Someone who got her trust fast too was Giorno, his quiet and calm nature is really comforting to (Y/N) and she enjoys her time in his company. While she giggles quietly at Mista’s and Narancia’s misfortunes, she is still wary over Fugo and his rage attacks, staying as far from trouble as possible but under Bucciarati’s watchful eye they start to interact more often, Fugo find her really interesting and discovers she is pretty clever so he offers to teach her more about her favorite subject in the future to which she accepts happily.

(Y/N) slowly but surely made her way into the gang that she now called a family, training with Abbacchio and strengthening her stand with Bruno. She is happy and smiling again every day thanks to these people who had a great sense of justice and showed her that they cared for her more than her own family could and that’s all she ever wanted.

[anasuisprisonwife]

Howdy ma'am, spare mista content please? Like some domestic hcs with fem s/o who calls the sex pistols "her children" and will act all motherly to em. Maybe getting some cute flustered mista as a response and possibly ending with some cuddles?? (maybe interrupted by the sex pistols?? ksksg) sorry if it's too much tho,, ps love your work!! (I feel too shy coming off anon for rqs so -🐁anon)

omg welcome 2 the party mouse anon! absolutely no pressure to come out from anon my friend. thank u so much for appreciating my writing :3

lmao parenting the sex pistols reminds me of that spongebob episode where spongebob and patrick parent the clam baby for some reason 🤷

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Both you and Mista agree that the two of you are living The Italian Dream. One evening, when Mista returns home from a long day in the mob, he announces his arrival from the doorway to greet you with a juicy kiss on the lips. When you tell your man that you’ve made spaghetti for yourselves and the kids, you hear several outcries of joy from Mista’s pistol.

During dinner, you ask Mista about his day, but you’re quickly interrupted by No. 5 trying to recover his noodle from No. 3. Once Mista’s finished disciplining No. 5, he apologizes, but you assure him that there’s no issue at all and that you love the children regardless.

Mista couldn’t have asked for a woman more perfect than yourself. He appreciates everything about you from your insides to your outsides. On his final thought about your outsides, Mista has a pretty good idea of what he might want to do once dinner’s finished.

Later that evening, Mista can’t take his hands off of you. He pulls your body as close to his as possible and plants hungry kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. His eyes wander from your face to your chest, and he finally reaches for the hem of your shirt, when a commotion of voices suddenly puts a damper on the mood.

At a moment like this, Mista bursts into his usual shouting as he steps into the other room, so you decide to look for a movie on TV that the entire family could perhaps settle down to and watch.

[yourmomswallet]

Water Break

I love this smelly himbo. Heehhee.

Translation: ci sono quattro gatti - There are four cats here. The equivalent to "There aren't many people here at this party."

The fresh air of the balcony was a relief to your head. With people in every nook and cranny of the large mansion, it was difficult to find any peace and quiet. The hustle and bustle of important persons moving in and out of doorways, waiters delivering hors d'oeuvre and flutes of champagne; everything moved at a fast pace, matching the quick tempo from the live band. The scene was of one in a movie: extravagant ice sculptures, golden chandeliers, bodyguards in disguise at every corner. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the house, with the guests and workers swimming through the thick of it. Feet and bodies dance around each other. The never-ending movements of every person in the building could have given any onlooker the impression of a moving house.

Looking up, the stars and moon were on full display to your eyes. Even though you were there for your boss’s birthday, you couldn’t exactly keep going and going like the rest of the party. The expensive curtains that swayed and swished behind you were the rift between the calm and the storm. You sipped on a small glass of water as your eyes drank in the sparkling stars, tree limbs waving about them. With both forearms upon the stone railing, you shifted from one heeled foot to another. Your fingers circled around the rim of the glass, light reflecting off it while you smugged the dark red lipstick marks. Your body felt numb from the numerous hugs and dances shared that night. The stars seemed to wink and smile at you through the trees.

But the arms that wrapped around you pulled your body back into consciousness. The strong arms that you had come to love tightened until they were snug around your stomach. The slight musk of the man behind you couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else but Guido, the light breeze carrying his scent through the air towards you. He had taken off his suit jacket and pushed his white sleeves up to his elbows. As you pushed yourself up from the edge of the balcony, your face turned to see him.

His sweaty, tan skin seemed to glisten and sparkle, something to make stars envy. Dark curls were swept up every second or so by the wind, only to fall back onto his forehead. His cheeks were dusted pink, alcohol clearly presenting itself on his face and breath. His dark eyes were taken up by large pupils, taking in the lovely sight before him.

The breeze seemed to turn you around in his arms and push you farther into his grasp. You sat down your water in return for both arms to be free. His lower back was damp from how much moving and dancing he was doing previously. You were glad you had chosen a backless dress, as the light breeze ran up your spine, raising gooseflesh on its way up. Guido was also glad for the dress’s lack of cloth as he walked his fingers up and down your sides and spine, almost down to your bottom.

A firm kick from a heel stopped his hand from moving any further. Looking down, he could only see the top of your head. You peeled your slightly sweaty cheek away from him, pink across your face from feeling his hands go so low. Any passerby could see your silhouettes through the curtains if they focused hard enough. There was no way he was going to try and take you now. Peering up at him, Guido had on a shit-eating grin. He knew how to get under your skin just so, and in turn, your clothes. Your hand made its way up to his chest, fingers tugging down on the small gold chain around his neck and leading his head towards yours. Two noses squished together, a pair of mischevious eyes meet matching ones.

“Is the party too much for you?” he questioned. His hands rubbed your back in a comforting fashion.

“Ci sono quattro gatti.” You smiled at your joke, watching Guido’s face morph into disgust. “I’ve been socializing for the past six hours. I think I’ve earned a water break.”

“That’s understandable. And don’t bring that number up here. We don’t need anything bad to happen tonight.”

You laughed and decided to change the topic.

“I can’t believe you were freaked out over nothing today. Your own best friend and boss, hating your present? What a laugh.”

The man holding you seemed to flush even pinker, maybe red to a degree. What could he say? Giorno means so much to him, the gift had to deliver that message to him. And if that meant spending the whole day debating with himself over which timepiece would best suit the boss, so be it.

“I was not! If anything, I put more effort into my gift than you.”

Guido shook you in his arms a bit, making you stumble on your heels in the process. If it weren’t for his arms keeping you up, you would have taken a tumble into the silk curtains. Paying for a replacement curtain didn’t sound like a party to you right now. You pointed a finger in front of his face.

“No one could mistake Gio’s laughter as distaste for my card. Everyone loves funny cat cards. And I saw you, panicking in the store over what watch you thought he’d like best. And you even hand wrapped it yourself, rather than let the employee do it.” Your face held a haughty smirk, eyes shining with mischief. Your pointed finger tapped him on the nose, making sure to move it back quick enough without getting bitten.

“You even went to the level of counting how many holes there were in the watch’s band. Every time there were four, you had the jeweler put in back on the display.” Your eyes rolled as you called him out on his superstitious habits. You didn’t mind his tetraphobia, you just liked poking fun at his small misfortunes.

“As his third in command, it’s important for me to be on guard for any signs of danger to him. I would expect you to know that by now,” Guido retorted. Now his finger was pointed at you.

“Yeah yeah. I gotcha, Mr. Superstitious.”

You halted him from responding by pulling the sides of his slightly unbuttoned shirt and bringing him down for a small kiss. What was supposed to be small morphed into something more as he brought his hand to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. He couldn’t be bothered with how this might look to anyone passing by. You didn’t seem to mind either, by the way you tightened your hold on his shirt.

Slowly, Guido guided you into the corner of the stone railing. Your arms slid up to reach his neck, crossing over one another behind his back. The taste of the wine he’d been drinking was still in his mouth and on his tongue. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him and the wine. Your tongues intertwined and danced as your bodies did the same. Guido’s frame was enough to cover you up, but his hand had left your back to grab onto your ass, lifting you up and pressing your leg to wrap around him. Your intentions could be seen as clear as day from behind the translucent curtains.

“Is that a knife in your holster, or are you happy to see me?” He smirked at you as his hand met the leather strap on your thigh. You smiled at his joke and wiped some of the red lipstick off his mouth.

“Red is a good look for you, but I don’t think it matches your outfit.”

He pulled you in for another kiss but was interrupted by a certain voice.

“Hey, you two. Stop being horny and come watch Giorno blow out his candles!”

Narancia was holding the curtains back and smirking as you separated from Guido. Grabbing your glass of water, you also grabbed Guido’s hand to lead him to where Narancia was taking you. Your dress fell back over your legs as you walked. Through the crowd, you looked back at Guido to see his face, lips smeared with lipstick and eyes hooded over with a familiar passion. A wink made its way to him as you turned back around to follow the younger man in front of you. Guido knew this wasn’t over yet.

[beneathashadytree]

hello! could i have HCs of mista and a fem reader who adores the sex pistols? she likes to feed them, play with them, and maybe even knits them little hats that look like mista’s because she loves them. but she makes a mistake when she tells them she has a crush on their stand user, because they immediately snitch on her to mista (😭)

SNITCHES GET… GIFTS? - GUIDO MISTA X READER

Warnings : this is pretty cheesy and not proofread, reader identifies as female!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count : 1.0K words (oops)

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! I thought long and hard how to get to this, and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I have a soft spot for the entire Bucci gang and their stands, as you could probably see🫣 Hope you enjoy reading this, anon!💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

It seemed like a sort of unspoken rule that every stand user that somehow found their way into the Italian mafi ended up on either Bucciarati’s squadra or Risotto’s squadra

It was to ensure both confidentiality and cohesion of the group working as one unit, which could only be achieved when all of the squadra consisted of stand users

With her luck, she winded up on Bucciarati’s turf, her stand another weapon to add to their arsenal

Mista was rather nonchalant about the new addition; he never really minded getting to know a new person as long as they proved themselves to be useful and trust-worthy

He does his own thing anyways and always pulls up in any pinch they find themselves in, regardless of how the others react to their missions

But for some reason, he found himself actually quite enjoying her company even when they’re not doing anything in particular

The same—and more, actually—could be said about her; she soon realized that she was almost making up excuses just to be in the sharpshooter’s presence, and to learn more about him whenever they sat together

His likes, his dislikes, his quaint tetraphobia, his unique sense of humor and wit, his sharp intelligence; everything about him was something she wanted to discover bit by bit

And with coming to know him so personally, she of course had many interactions with his stand, the Sex Pistols, and slowly grew increasingly fond of them

They truly were like a bunch of rowdy kids each with a vastly different personality from the other, and it was hard not to like them

Hardworking as they were, they were almost always hungry and in need of attention and affection, things she was more than willing to provide whenever she was available and in the vicinity

More often than not, the six little guys were found trailing after her, happy smiles on their faces as they nibbled on pastrami and cheese mini sandwiches she’d prepared for them, cheeks stuffed and delighted smiles on their tiny faces

Even the scruffy Number 5 couldn’t help but feel happy whenever she made use of her time off to play with them, despite Mista’s protests that she didn’t have to

Her insistence that she actually wanted to spend time with them didn’t go unnoticed, flustering both the stand and their user

Come Christmas, already more than a few months had passed since she first started having feelings for Mista

Feelings she clearly was oblivious to them being reciprocated

Considering herself an almost-caretaker for the Sex Pistols whenever Mista himself wasn’t fussing over them, she decided to make them a gift herself

Seeing how much they absolutely adored the gunslinger, she decided to knit them tiny hats similar to the one he wore all the time

As for Mista, she decided to make him a scarf that perfectly matched his usual outfit, decked in his favorite red and blue, while she secretly made herself matching gloves

She already readied herself to excuse it as her simply liking the design if anyone questioned her about it

Thankfully things went relatively smoothly the entire time she spent knitting the set, but that ignorant bliss around her didn’t last long

Just a couple of minutes in showing the Sex Pistols her gifts for them, Number 3 found himself tripping over the box she’d thought she’d so cleverly hidden under her bed

After a few flustered stammers, a furious blush to the tips of her ears, and pathetic lies that not even a two year old would believe, she slumped over in defeat and admitted to the fact that she’d knit matching gloves and scarf for her and Mista

Ever perceptive, they shared a glance before Number 1 bluntly asked her if she had a crush on their favorite guy, to which her flaring blush only affirmed

No words were needed, the Pistols sharing mischievous smiles that spelled something foreboding to her

She begged them not to tell Mista, her earnest and horrified expression causing them to feel a little sorry for her, silently deciding to stay quiet… for the time being

As soon as they spotted her handing him his gift, though, they were quick to cheekily grin up at him

The man himself was stunned by the sweet gift, expressing his gratitude as best as he could and hugging her gently

Honestly, the smile and slight flush on his face should’ve been a clear indicator that he had it bad for her as well, and that her thoughftul handmade gift had made him happier than he could ever admit

“She knitted matching gloves for her too, because she likes you, Mista!”

Mista’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he stood there stunned by the words Number 2 had blurted out, earning a nudge from an alarmed Number 6

They all stood with baited breath, watching as a mix of horror and embarrassment made its way on the woman’s face, whereas Mista’s face turned every single color under the sun as he slowly processed the words he’d just heard

His loud and boisterous laugh of disbelief had them a little confused, and her face began to fall, before he quickly threw his arms around her, bringing her in for a tighter embrace than before

The expression on his face could only be described as blissful, and her scrunched up countenance melted into a relieved one

“You’re… alright with that?” she hesistantly asked him, only to have Mista squeeze her waist, open affection in his eyes as he smiled at her

“About damn time you noticed I like you too, geez!”

“Not like you’d noticed I had feelings for you, either…” she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes despite the blush on her cheeks that betrayed her

They were only interrupted when Number 7 pointed out, “Hey look, mistletoe!”

Before she could glance up in the direction he was glancing at, Mista took the chance to swoop in and softly kiss her

Too enamored by the all-consuming kiss, she was too busy to notice that there wasn’t anything above their heads, and that the Sex Pistols had snuck out, giggles remaining in their wake

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @boorishbrambling @blondeboyfriend

[garden-of-violets]

Writing oneshots for Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure part 5 characters.

Characters I will write for:

♡︎ Giorno Giovanna

♡︎ Bruno Bucciarati

♡︎ Leone Abbacchio

♡︎ Guido Mista

♡︎ Pannacotta Fugo

♡︎ Narancia Ghirga

♡︎ Trish Una

I may add more part 5 characters in the future, but not at the moment. I will only be writing for Bucci gang right now.

♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎

What I will write:

♡︎ Headcanons

♡︎ Oneshots

♡︎ Scenarios

♡︎ Hurt/Comfort

♡︎ Reader insert (Only female or gender neutral reader)

♡︎ Fluff

♡︎ Angst

What I won’t write:

♡︎ Yandere scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ NSFW scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ Smut

♡︎ Character x Character

♡︎ Male reader

♡︎ Unless requested personally with a detailed description of your oc, I will not be writing an oc insert. You may request specific details, but not your oc.

♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎•♡︎

( I am just getting back into writing at the moment, and I do have school so I’ll update and answer requests when I can ♡︎ )

Requests are open!

Masterlist for Jjba part 5

[palemoonskin]

18+, this blog has nsfw content.

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Hi. Welcome to this mess of a blog.

I don't have much to say. Most of my stuff is probably ooc and poorly written. I'll do every request except for the ones I decline. Obviously. I'm a busy person, a mentally ill wreck of a human being and therefore it can sometimes take a lot of time until I finish stuff. Sometimes it takes me 3 hours, other times 3 months. Don't rush me, I didn't forget you or your request. You'll know when I won't do it. If you think I made a mistake, feel free to message me.

Always open to criticism! I really wanna get better, writing English in general and staying in character.

What you can request

Occasionally longer stories, up to 500 words stories are always fine, headcanons, random prompts

The longer stories depend on my mood and motivation. My English sucks and it's hard for me to write a whole text in it. But I'm gonna get better over time.

Examples

"Hii! Can I have Sasuke x Naruto x reader polyship headcanons?"

"Do you have a headcanon for mcu! Peter Parker? Sfw and non romantic!"

"Jotaro Kujo with a reader who has self harm scars?"

"Giorno x Mista story where Mista has to take care of a sick giorno?"

"F! Reader x Bruce with a praise kink 👀?"

"M! Reader x TASM! Peter Parker pet play?"

"Do you have romantic headcanons for link?"

""Please don't leave me hanging now." prompt with akechi?"

"Something Angsty with Akira x Goro?"

What I write

Almost everything. Just try it out. If I can't post it here though, it's gonna be on my ao3.

Polyships, fxf, mxm, fxm, no romance, romance, sfw, nsfw…

Several kinks (honestly. Go wild.)

Different skin colors, body types, body hair or the lack of ect. You can be as specific as you want. If you don't clarify it, I'll write the reader the way I want.

Abuse, drugs, angst, mental and physical illnesses, eating disorders, self harming…

Fluff

Yandere / obsessive types

Reader x character and character x character, at least one of them must be on the list of characters I write

What I won't write

I can write gender neutral reader in sfw situations. In nsfw stuff, it either needs to be male or female.

Scat, vomit, gore, furry, vore… the usual. Other weird kinks are fine, though.

Characters I'll write

❕ be patient, I'm still learning how to write them.

✔️Already made a character study and / or wrote roleplays as this character

Feel free to request nonetheless. I can only get better if I practice.

Persona 5

Joker ✔️

Futaba Sakura ✔️

Haru Okumura

Ann Takamaki

Ryuji Sakamoto

Goro Akechi ❕

Marvel

TASM! Peter Parker ❕

MCU! Peter Parker ❕

DC

Bale! Bruce Wayne❕

Pattinson! Bruce Wayne ❕

Naruto

Sakura Haruno

Sasuke Uchiha ✔️

Naruto Uzumaki ✔️

Jojo's bizarre adventure

Dio Brando

DIO

Jotaro Kujo ✔️

Giorno Giovanna ✔️

Bruno Bucciarati

Guido Mista

Final fantasy 15

Noctis Lucis Caelum ✔️

Prompto Argentum ✔️

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

Haley

Shane

Others

Utena Tenjou ❕

BOTW! Link ❕

Kenneth 'Kenny' Mccormick ✔️

TBA.

[bellarosethefangirl]

100 Followers 🎉 Special: JJBA Boyfriend Fluff Headcanons

Author Note: I’m past 100 followers but Thank you so much for the support! I did headcanons for all my personal husbandos in jojo. I decided to only do characters from parts 1-6 since it was so long already. Who are your Husbandos? I have mine listed here.

Johnathan Joestar, Jousuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Koichi Hirose, Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Panacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista, Weather Report

Johnathan Joestar 💙

Ever the gentlemen he’ll want to take you on various dates. He’s the hopeless romantic type. Very sweet man.

Picnic dates, ballroom dancing, shopping sprees, plays, and trips to go swimming in a river are Johnathan’s to go dates

You’ll never be caught opening a door nor pushing in your chair yourself with Johnathan around

Prepare to have your arms linked with him

Forehead and hand kisses are an absolute must

He’s a simp so you’ll be given the upmost care from Johnathan. He’ll be super wipped for you.

Nicknames include: Love, darling, and dear or dearest

When you cheer him on during his football, boxing, and other sports matches, or Harmon fights it’s such a boost to his confidence. He wants to impress you and when you’re being a cheerleader he can’t help but enjoy it. He’ll do his best for you.

If you want him to blush wear the most elegant ballgowns or cutest dresses on dates. Wearing flower crowns or calling him cute pet names also give him the honey glow.

His heart will skip beats if you give him flower bouquets, write him poetry or gift him homemade presents.

Making him any sort of foods will make him the happiest man on earth. He’ll praise your food and scarf it down. It’s also an easy way of getting to his heart.

If you make him a Good luck charm he’ll totally lose it in the best way possible. He’ll gasp and cherish it as though it’s the most expensive diamonds. Cheek kisses will also cause this reaction.

“You my darling are the most precious gift on this earth. I love you very dearly.”

Jousuke Higashikata 💜☮️💛

Jousuke is such a sweetheart. He’s actually quite bashful around you. Even if you’re dating him he’ll be this way. He’ll always be supportive and cute towards you. He’s also a ton of fun to be around.

Arcade dates, beach trips, café/restaurants, carnivals, amusement parks, movies, and park dates are Jousuke’s go to dates.

You’ll never be seen having a bad hair day. Jousuke takes care of your hair as much as he cares for his own.

You’ll be the one making the moves but he’d be the first one to confess. He will happily hold your hand but he’ll totally try hiding his blush.

He’ll throw you some cute compliments on new hair styles, makeup or clothes he notices

Expect to hold hands and his embarrassed head scratches while doing so

If you fix his pompadour or compliment it he’s totally flattered and flustered

If you defend his pompadour his anger will immediately be replaced with a look of love instead. He’s super grateful

Though bashful he has his moments where he’ll gloat to himself about how awesome he thinks you are or how lucky he is

He’ll love dates where you two look at stars or share a milkshake together

As a sweet boyfriend he’ll tell you the sweetest compliments or embarrass himself in front of you. He can’t help it if he becomes clumsy or stutters in front of you. You’re definitely his first girlfriend! He wants to be cool in front of you but fails in these moments

During stand battles or moments where he’s protecting you he’ll have a boost to his confidence if you tell him you think he’s cool or a badass. He wants nothing more than to impress you so he’ll pose more or try showing off crazy diamond

Nicknames include: baby, sweetheart, angel, gorgeous, and babe

If you thought Jousuke shows off make way for Crazy Diamond. He isn’t losing to his user! Crazy Diamond will flex and wink at you subtly so only you notice. If you cheer on Crazy Diamond you’ll notice it’s full potential exposed. It’s like you gave him a power boost.

Crazy Diamond also snatches you from Jousuke- literally. He’ll princess carry you away

Cute Dora’s~ all around. He likes cuddles and your attention as much as Jousuke. Oh and don’t forget he enjoys laying his head on your lap! (Jousuke doesn’t do it because he doesn’t want to mess up his precious pompadour)

If you want him to blush flirt, kiss his cheek, and do cute girlfriend things like making him a bento or hugging him affectionately. If you wear cute casual outfits on dates he’s all over you.

If you want to make his heart skip beats for you I suggest you whisper in his ear, go for cute bicep grabs, and since he’s a romantic an act of romance will also cause him to fall further for you. Let’s say romantic poetry or words of reassuring love.

If you remember something about him or give him a thoughtful gift he’s been wanting for the longest it’s a sure way of earning his heart

If you make him a Good luck charm or ask to wear matching clothes or jewelry he’s totally a sucker for it. He adores it. He will be such a loving fanboy towards you.

“Hey gorgeous, I love your new look today. You always look beautiful but I must compliment the new outfit. I’m so lucky to have you for a girlfriend, angel.”

Okuyasu Nijimura 💲💙

The sweetest boyfriend ever! He’s sensitive with a big heart

If you confessed he’ll be the happiest guy on the planet. If he was the one to confess then he’s crying tears of joy when you say yes

Dates to restaurants, arcades, beaches, and parks are his go to! He’s not opposed to shopping dates since he loves treating his girl.

He’s so excited having you for a girlfriend! You’re obviously his first relationship so he does everything he can to make you happy

He’ll spoil you rotten and enjoy any sort of attention given to him

Since he isn’t used to touching a girl he’s always asking you for permission to touch you. Poor guy is used to scaring off girls.

If you compliment the scars or tell him you think he’s cool he’ll be filled with glee

He’s always wrapping an arm around you or placing a hand on the small of your back

If you’re affectionate he’ll become such a flustered sweetheart

During stand battles when you cheer him on he’ll totally show off. He’ll look over at you with an eager smile hoping to see stars in your eyes

His stand wants attention too! The hand also shows off. Both him and Okuyasu are wanting praise and kisses!

The hand will often hold you from behind and randomly hug you

Nicknames include: cutie, my girl, babe, babygirl, and sweetie

Getting Okuyasu to blush is an easy feat. Complimenting him, girlfriend gestures like wanting hugs or piggyback rides, and feeding him. Sitting on his lap also does the trick.

If you want his heart skipping beats I suggest leaning against his back for affection or placing your face against his chest. Telling him you feel safe or enjoy being in his arms does the trick as well.

His dream of receiving a Good luck charm and food from a pretty girl will finally be fulfilled and he’s overjoyed. Cue the waterworks.

Whenever you gift or give Okuyasu anything he’ll start crying tears of joy. In these moments when you comfort him he’ll be super grateful. Kissing his tears away or wiping them off with a handkerchief makes him feel incredibly loved.

“I can’t tell you how much I love calling you my girl. I feel so lucky!”

Koichi Hirose 🔊💚🗯

The biggest sweetheart yet. Koichi is such a soft boy towards you. He’s already kind hearted but to his girlfriend? He’s smitten. You’ll be given so much love and care

A bashful boyfriend so you’ll be the one making the moves. When he does he’s super awkward or shy about it

Expect all sorts of dates! He’ll want to be creative with dates that have you in mind. He wants to be a good boyfriend so he’s going all out.

He’ll feel like the luckiest guy on the planet if you were the one to confess

It will take quite a lot for Koichi to finally confess but when he does it’s the sweetest thing ever. He’ll avoid all eye contact and shyly ask

Nicknames include: honey, sweetheart and cutie pie

You’ll never hear the end of it from his sister and mother. They’ll embarrass him and ask so much about you. They’re incredibly happy for their Koichi.

He isn’t the most confident so complimenting him is the best way to help him. He appreciates all compliments.

If you compliment his eyes and smile you’ll make him flustered

Rohan and Jousuke are protective af so beware but once they see how well you treat Koichi they lay off. (Rohan is over protective)

He’s loving so he’s also affectionate but he is a gentleman and asks permission if he wants to lay his head on your lap or cuddle

If you put effort in your looks be it small he’ll act as though a super model is in his presence

Stand battles are dangerous so he’ll ask you to leave/save yourself. If there is a situation where you have to watch and you cheer him on he’s actually feeling pretty proud of himself especially if you’re impressed

Echoes will treat you like a goddess and obey your every command. He’ll be calling you mistress or “B-e-a-u-t-y, beauty”

Echoes won’t show off but he will make himself the presentable gentlemen in hopes of impressing you. (He won’t cuss around you unless you’re the type to find it hilarious)

Echoes enjoys hugs, forehead kisses, and attention

If you want Koichi to blush give him surprise kisses, poems, or lay your head on his shoulder

To make his heart skip beats would mean he is in heaven. If you sing to him, hold one of his hands with both your hands while saying loving words or gift him something meaningful he’s absolutely enamored with you.

“I hope you enjoyed our date today, sweetheart. I look forward to the next. Maybe we could go get ice cream?”

Giorno Giovanna 💜🐞

Giorno is also quite romantic. He’s an understanding and sweet boyfriend. He’s also a gentlemen.

You’ll be given compliments on the daily and taken on dates frequently

Being a mafioso makes him a busy man but he’ll make time for you! He’ll try to see you often and when he can’t he’ll be sure to return with a flower in his hand to offer you

Be prepared for him to kiss your hand often. He enjoys your arms being hooked around another too.

Many dates are to be expected since he likes spoiling you. Gelato, cafés, fancy restaurants, gardens, shopping sprees, museums, plays, and coffee dates.

He’ll give you flowers all the time

Braid his hair for him and he’s especially happy

He adores your affection. He’s affectionate but doesn’t always initiate it

Nicknames include: amore, cara, carina, mi amore, and love bug (when he’s feeling very loving)

He’ll braid your hair in various hairstyles and kiss your forehead after each time he does so

Giorno is very protective during stand battles. He’ll do whatever it takes to defeat his opponent. If he has golden experience requiem he isn’t holding back if they pose a threat to you. No mercy.

He’ll only want to impress you when it comes to his stand. He’ll create whatever you want.

His stand only shows off when it grants life around it. Cute bugs, animals, and plant life you’d like.

Golden wind/golden experience requiem want hugs and attention from you always

You’re given all kinds of gifts from him. Anything you mention is yours. No matter how cheap or expensive

If you tell him you think he’s badass or has the makings of a mafia boss he’ll totally be flustered

If you’re dating him when he’s Don he will be bashful in moments where you’re romantic with him

When you really want to get his heart racing I suggest fixing his hair or his clothing (a loose hair, crooked tie or brooch) then kiss him after. Kissing his stand does this also since he can feel it. The main reason he reacts this way is because the feeling lingers and sometimes when he’s alone he’ll remember what it felt like.

“Would you like to get gelato, amore? I missed you.”

Guido Mista 💙❤️

Simp overload x7!

Mista is such a simp for you. He’s adoring and funny. He’s also the best friend type of bf, communication is so well since he’s honest and expresses himself so often.

He’ll try so hard to be cool in front of you

His stands treat you like you’re a celebrity or some type of super model

They like pampering you and having your attention. They’ll brush your hair, put products in it, do your nails, makeup, and grab (steal) you food. When it comes to your attention they’ll want cuddles and kisses. It’s like Snow White and the seven dwarfs, they’re lined up awaiting for your forehead kisses. If you kiss their cheeks they’ll start cheering.

Mista loves wrapping his arm around you and having you seated on his lap

He’ll always ask for your permission to touch you but if you’re making out with him or initiate anything he’ll become grabby

He’s super flirty and good at it too. Expect a lot of it from him.

If you’re affectionate he’s super loving it

Any gifts will flatter him greatly and he’ll be extremely happy. It will be cherished (he’ll brag about it to his stands too) 

Good luck charms or any romantic gifts has him simping for you. He’ll be so bashful and flattered.

He loves holding hands or having his arms on you

He totally asked you out and was hyped when you said yes

Dates with Mista include bars, restaurants of every kind, mall trips, amusement parks, beaches, and shooting ranges

He’ll be so happy if you cook him anything. He will be surprised but then immediately be filled with joy. He’ll hug you in celebration.

Nicknames include: beautiful, baby, angelo, tesoro, babe

You’ll make Mista blush in times where you remind him how meaningful he is to you, he also blushes when you do any romantic actions or wear tight fitting clothes

If you have a new look such as new clothing it will be complimented

If you want his heart skipping beats he’ll be so thankful and enamored when you avoid the number four purposely. If you’re out together or on dates and point out you don’t want any servings with the numbers associated with four, he’s touched. He’ll also be enamored when you comfort him affectionately in your arms.

Stand battles include Mista and his stand showing off in hopes of impressing you

When you’re their cheerleader during stand battles it’s like they’re given a boost in power

Mista is very protective of you. He’ll make sure you’re safe while getting the job done during stand battles. Sex pistols won’t allow any harm to come to you either

If you like wrestling then Mista is all over it. He likes to playfully wrestle

“Hey beautiful, you up for eating out today? I was thinking this one restaurant I haven’t taken you to.”

Narancia Ghirga 💜🧡

He is a ball of sunshine around you. He’ll want to always have fun and make you laugh. Narancia is the funny and cute boyfriend. He’ll always manage to make you laugh. 

He is also a simp for you. Very much so, you have him wrapped around your finger without knowing it

He’ll always want comfort from you. He wants cuddles and your affection

Narancia loves all your affection to the point where he’s constantly asking or administering it. He’ll do everything in his power for all forms of affection

He loves getting food with you since he likes being fed or feeding you 

He’ll carve wooden presents for you! Wooden hearts and small statues of various animals or flowers.

His trusty knife will be used to carve both of your initials onto a tree surrounded by a heart

He enjoys carrying all of your belongings for you even while you two shop!

Be prepared for surprise hugs and kisses

Dates include: picnics, kite flying, shopping, going out for sweets, restaurants, walking in forests, swimming in lakes, movies, and parks or theme parks

He’ll have an assortment of nicknames for you! They include: tesorina, tesora, cutie, principessa, carina, amore mio, and beautiful

If you cook for Narancia he will eat everything you make him on the spot but he does like it when you feed it to him. He’ll be so happy about it and thank you for it countless times. He’s a prime example of getting a man through his stomach.

He’ll love making himself comfortable and lay his head on your lap. He’ll totally ask you to feed him when he lays like this

He likes how his headband looks on you! He’ll beg for pictures of you in it!

If you give him surprise hugs or kisses he’ll giggle and return the affection ten fold

He loves it when you tickle him or do any sort of playful actions

Giving Narancia goodluck charms or homemade gifts get him real hyped! He’ll thank you a plethora of times! Narancia will demand a kiss since he thinks you’re so cute

His stand Aerosmith does show its love for you but in different ways! It will spin and twirl in the air excitedly! It shows off and does plenty of tricks for you! Aerosmith also enjoys creating smoke in the shape of hearts for you (Narancia gets really embarrassed about it)

During stand battles Narancia most definitely shows off for you. Him and Aerosmith. They want to impress you!

If you cheer on Narancia during stand battles he will be ecstatic and do his best. He’s hyper focused so he can win. Motivation is at it’s highest. Even the rest of the gang will be floored by how motivated you made him.

Making Narancia blush is an easy feat. You can compliment him, play with his hair, kiss him, tell him something loving, or call him a petname.

If you want him flustered I suggest whispering in his ear, kissing his neck, sitting on his lap, telling him you think he’s cool, or even express your feelings. He’ll feel his heart rate go up and give you a flustered look

“Tesora! Tesora! Tesora! I’m so happy to see you! Would you like to go on a pizza date?”

Bruno Bucciarati 🤐🖤

Bruno is an charming gentleman. He’s a mix of flirty and a understanding type of boyfriend.

You’ll always be under Bruno’s watchful eye. He’ll always pay attention to your emotional status. He can’t help it. He’s caring and can pick up on how you’re feeling.

Bucciarati will always do his best to make you feel comfortable talking to him about any sort of problems or how you’re feeling

This capo will treat you to fancy romantic dates. All include boat rides, dinners, cafés, walks on the beach, and so much more.

You’re sure to have your arms linked with him at all times

He will be pushing in your chair for you, opening doors, and will always open the car doors for you.

He loves gifting you bouquets

You’ll often catch him staring at you. When you do he’ll give you a sly smile or a teasing smirk

Bruno loves affection. He loves wrapping an arm around you and holding you in his arms. He will ask for permission if he is allowed to touch your legs or pull you on his lap. Bruno loves gently rubbing circles in your upper legs or placing a hand on your knee. He loves cuddles and your touch.

Kisses will be treated as though you’re both in a romance movie

He likes embarrassing you but he wouldn’t do it too much

Nicknames include: bambina, mi amore, dolcezza, mia bella and gattina

You’re treated like royalty by him. He’ll gift you jewelry and greet you with a kiss to your hand.

Giving Bruno a goodluck charm will earn you a tender smile and kiss to your cheek. He will treasure it and unzip his abdomen to keep it there for safe keeping.

Your gifts you give him will be treasured. He will express his gratitude and tell you how thoughtful you are for thinking of him.

Cooking for Bruno will make him so incredibly happy. Your motherly touch with your apron and slippers in your home cause him to give you loving looks. He’ll tell you how much he enjoys your food.

His stand really exposes him! Sticky fingers likes hugging you from behind or kissing your hand and arms.

Bruno gets a bit embarrassed about his stand showing you his undying adoration for you

During stand battles he’ll be extra protective of you. He won’t want you cheering him since he’ll want you to run away to safety

Sticky fingers only shows off if you reciprocate it’s affections. You’ll be lifted and carried everywhere while it unzips various objects.

He’ll compliment your makeup and hair every so often when he notices the effort you put in

You want to make Bruno blush? Have him lay his head on your lap and caress his face while you tell him how much you admire him. Whispering in his ear or kissing his neck causes him to blush as well.

Flustering Bruno isn’t hard either. Touch his chest or whispering about how much you love him in Italian will do it.

“Bella mia you look so wonderful today. Would you care to join me for a date at the beach?”

Panacotta Fugo 🍓💚

Fugo is the shy and gentle boyfriend. Overall he’ll be bashful.

The relationship will be taken slow but he’ll be smitten with you in no time

His shyness surprised you at first but you’ll find it to be one of his best traits

He can’t help it since you’re his first relationship! It’s a bit new to him but it’s okay because he’s honored anyone would be in a relationship with him

He most likely confessed through a letter or stuttered while asking you out

You’ll make quite the impact on his anger. He’ll be more relaxed and stress free thanks to you.

He’ll never take out his anger on you. He’ll take it out on inanimate objects like furniture or his office supplies.

If he snaps at you he’ll feel horrible and immensely apologize. You’ll need to comfort him in these moments and be reassuring.

He will make wonderful boyfriend material. He will take you on dates, bring you coffees, chocolates, and strawberry pastries

Fugo likes spending time with you so he often has you meet him at libraries, coffee shops, or other locations

Dates include: libraries, book stores, cafés, picnics, parks, forest walks, bakeries, restaurants, and plenty of home dates

When he gives you affection it’s forehead kisses or small pecks to your cheek or hand

He’s too shy to initiate affection so he’ll do subtle displays of it

Fugo will hold your hand and press it against his cheek hoping you administer affection. When you don’t understand what he wants he’ll quietly ask for your affections.

When you’re affectionate he’ll secretly love it and you’ll see he’ll melt at your touch everytime

He’ll bury his face in your neck or shoulder shyly

Nicknames includes: Il mio cuore, preziosa, bellezza, cara

He adores holding your hand and has loving smiles when it happens

He’ll love reading together or reading to you

He’ll want to do science experiments with you for fun. He thinks your reactions are cute. If he impresses you then his goal is met.

If you write him poetry or love notes he absolutely adores them and secretly tapes them inside his journal for safe keeping

Gifting him goodluck charms will be meaningful to him. He’ll keep it on his person always and his face will light up in a smile upon you giving it to him

Any gifts you give him will be very much appreciated he’ll express how grateful he is and how you didn’t have to go through the trouble. He’ll give you a hug and kiss in thanks then take extra care of the gift

Cooking for Fugo has him thinking he’s lucky to have you for a partner. He’ll feel incredibly loved and cared for. He’ll want cuddles after so he can show his gratitude

His stand LOVES you. Purple haze likes licking your face and hugging you. Fugo will have to pry his stand off of you. Purple haze can’t help it. It wants your affection.

During stand battles he doesn’t want you near. He’ll keep you away since his stand is dangerous and he only brings it out if he’s endangered. Your safety is his priority.

Purple haze doesn’t know how to show off so instead it will pamper you or guard you. Purple haze brushes your hair, fluffs your pillow, or whatever you ask of it

Purple Haze also likes being in your arms and having his head on your lap

Making Fugo blush is way too easy. You being so loving and kind gets him blushing. Everything else makes him blush slightly deeper.

If you want Fugo’s heartbeat racing I suggest fixing his tie then kissing him. If you use the tie to pull him in for a kiss this gets the same desired result. You can also sit on his lap while lovingly caressing his face.

“You made me dinner, bellezza? It smells great, thank you so much. Maybe we can read a book after?”

Weather Report ☁️💙

Weather is the charming and cool type. His one liners make you swoon.

He asked you out and was smooth with it. You were taken aback but immediately gave your response. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

He constantly stares at you and whispers in your ears. It makes you blush since he’ll smile your direction.

He’ll make time for you and take you somewhere private where you two often hang out together

He enjoys cuddles in the grand piano

He loves hold hands (he secretly likes sweaty hands since it reminds him of rain)

His breath is always minty when he talks to you.

Since he’s so close to you when he’s talking you can’t help but get lost in his eyes. When he notices he might make a teasing comment about it.

He’s a quiet boyfriend but you get him talking. You enjoy hearing that soothing voice. During cuddles it puts you to sleep. Very relaxing.

Since you’re inmates you can’t cook for him but your form of cooking is prison cooking! Bribing the cooks and making simple dishes like heart shaped sandwiches or his favorite food is the best you’re able to do. Weather will think it’s super thoughtful and kiss your cheek then eat it in front of you (if you have enough for extra you give some to Emporio as well)

Goodluck charms will be treated like valuables. He’ll keep it under his hat at all times. When you present it to him he’s a smiling mess. He’ll think it’s very sweet and give you a thanks along with a forehead kiss.

Love notes or poems will genuinely impress him. He thinks it’s romanic. He’ll keep it under his pillow to read at night before bed.

Dates include: picnics, dinners, stargazing, and boardgames or card games

Nicknames include: snow princess, cutie, princess (when he’s feeling really soft), beloved, goddess, empress

Any gift given to him is now his prized possession

He’ll place his chin on your shoulder or head because it’s both easier to talk and to be closer to you

His form of affection is forehead kisses, hugs, and cuddles

If given affection from you he’ll enjoy it with open arms. It’s lonely at prison so he craves your touch.

If you’re sad he will kiss away tears and hold you close

During stand battles he’ll be very protective of you. It’s the only time you see he is angry. Anyone that poses a threat to you is getting a beating.

He wants you safe so he’ll tell you to hide or runaway to safety

When he isn’t in stand battles he likes showing off his abilities to you since he thinks your reactions are cute

Jolyne and Ermès think you two make a cute couple. Anasui is really happy for you both.

Making him blush is impressive because it’s hard to do so but fear not. There’s a couple ways to make him blush. Kiss his neck, tell him you love him, or whisper in his ear.

To fluster Weather you’ll need to say his name in your sleep or tell him how amazing you think he is.

“You’re staring again, princess. Do you want a kiss?”

[tenthgrove]

okay, can i request bruno's gang (plus trish,, if you can..i luv her.) with a teammate who they think is a girl? (He speaks feminine, dresses kinda feminine, etc.), but they find out he isn't? I suffer with this stuff all the time

Dude (Looks Like A Lady)

Team Buccerati x Reader (Masc), Platonic, SFW

Bruno Buccerati- Listen, he kind of blames himself for this little confusion here because he knew and didn't think to do anything about it. Being the one who recruited you he handled all your documents when you joined the gang and knew full well you were a guy. It never even occurred to him you might be taken for a woman, and he was completely oblivious when the others started to take you that way. He is apologetic for not making the truth clearer once he realises what's gone on, but he can't help but laugh the confusion off.

Giorno Giovanna- He's always had a knack for reading people so he's one of the first to know that you're actually a boy. Then again, he isn't particularly a chatty person so he doesn't correct anyone who uses feminine pronouns for you unless you're in the room or you've expressed a particular aversion to them. He can't help but laugh when the others figure it out for themselves. It's almost as funny as that time everyone thought Abbacchio was in his 30s just because of how dead inside he is... Giorno gets in a lot of trouble for that comment, as you can probably expect.

Leone Abbacchio- Can you really blame him? Whenever Buccerati drags in another useless good-for-nothing these days he rarely gives them more than a passing glance before going back to whatever he was doing. He took one look at you, saw feminine clothing and thought 'huh, girl'. When you explain to him a while later you're actually a boy, he acknowledges the truth but doesn't really think it's as big a deal as the others do. Were it not for his height and masculine facial features, Abbacchio would probably get taken for a woman a lot too due to his calf-length coats, long hair and love of makeup. That's just how some people like to dress.

Guido Mista- It probably goes without saying that Mista is chief among those who mistake you for a chic. Sorry, no harm intended he's just kind of a hapless idiot. The look on his face when he realises more than makes up for any offence caused- it's downright hilarious. Just don't blame him if he trips up a few more times even after finding the truth. His memory isn't the best either.

Narancia Ghirga- Oh my god, join the fucking club. It's lucky Fugo guessed his gender right when they first met otherwise he probably would have gone through the same mess you're going through now. From the longish hair, to the skirt-like accessories and high-pitched voice, Narancia is frequently mistaken for a girl, usually by enemies. It doesn't really get him down much, but he can still sympathise with you. He's just... sorry that he was also one of the ones who mistook you for a girl when you first met.

Pannacotta Fugo- What's funny is not the fact he thought you were a girl but the way he tries to excuse himself when he figures otherwise. No, he wasn't calling you a girl! He was just using feminine pronouns because the others in the group are so stupid they'd obviously get confused if he referred to multiple male figures as the same pronoun in a sentence! Confused pronouns are real grammatical problem in languages that use them, don't you know?!

Trish Una- Well, she's disappointed, she'll admit it. After spending forever stuck around these boys she finally thought she had a female companion to confide in on the team, and treated you at once. You simply thought the girl had taken a liking to you, and was eager to make you her friend. As much as it annoyed her to learn she was mistaken, it won't put her off you in the long term. After all, you're still the same person she was making friends with before! She decides to keep you around as her confidante, girl or not.

[strawberrysurecake]

NEKO PARADISO (=^._.^=)∫ ♡♡

Chapter 1. Recipe of Disaster

▶ poco a poco - Chotto Soko Made

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Note: I said I'd post this a week later but I'm an impatient creature. You're getting Chapter 1 now whether you like it or not.

Comments and constructive criticism are highly appreciated! I love hearing thoughts and jokes about my works. Maybe you can guess what breed of cat each of the gang is based on? No looking at the author notes on AO3 because that's cheating.

“Giovanna, what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

Dark, long lashes fluttered upwards. The black-haired boy turned to you from his seat on the warm grass, lowering an empty plastic teacup from his lips. “I don’t know. What about you?”

You crouched to set your toy teapot on the small picnic blanket then puffed your chest in pride with a heroic pose to rival a superhero’s. “I'm gonna be a café mastar!” you exclaimed in your squeaky pitch. Luckily, the two of you were in the park and not your house. Your mother’s scoldings weren't pleasant to say the least.

Giovanna tilted his head. “Café ‘mastar’? You mean master? Like a master of cafés?”

“Mhm!” You stuffed your chubby face with a mouthful of chocolate cake before continuing. “I’m gonna run a café with the best cake and hot chocolate. It’ll have TV, a ball pit, video games and a slide!”

“Wow...” Your friend clasped your filthy hands, his seafoam green eyes twinkling into yours. “That sounds amazing! If anyone can do it, it’d be you! I'll be your first customer!”

“Noooo,” you whined, cake smudged on your pout. “You can’t be my customer, Giovanna! I want to run it with you!”

Giovanna chuckled softly, a little dazed by your demand of him. “Okay. When you open your café, I'll be there with you.”

“Promise?” Still pouty, you offered a pinky in front of him which he studied curiously. A soothing breeze brushed through his blunt locks as he formed a matching gesture to yours.

“Promise.”

Your tiny digits intertwined. A pinky promise between two children was sealed in sticky frosting.

You idly fiddled with your maid uniform behind a thoroughly cleaned counter, tugging the frilly hem down your thighs. Surrounded by the faint aroma of coffee, you almost lived up your weeby fantasy.

The café interior remained silent on a late weekday morning. Accompanying you were a variety of untouched, freshly baked goods in their display case and half a dozen empty tables. Sunlight lit up the foyer through the wide glass. Indoor plants in ceramic pots guarded the door and hung over the walls, painting the shop in splashes of natural green. You were pretty sure these plants were supposed to bloom flowers but, alas, you were no gardening expert.

Beyond the expansive café windows were locals walking by. Some gave your shop a passing yet curious glance though many ignored it entirely. Seldom would a customer or two walk in the café since the grand opening a few days prior. The items they ordered were barely enough for you to get by.

You sighed in defeat and slouched against the cool countertop with an added temptation to eat all of the baked treats yourself. No doubt would binging sweets ease a bit of the bitterness and salt on your mind.

Your eyes rested upon the dainty arrangement of blue irises wilting in their vase beside you. They were a parting gift from your friends before you moved back to your city of birth. You groaned.

Perhaps returning to your hometown to pursue your childhood dream was silly. Dreams don’t just come to fruition on hope alone. A pang of guilt settled in your stomach. You felt as though you were letting down the young boy you used to play with all those years ago. You hadn’t seen him ever since you and your mother moved away during elementary school.

On a whim, you gently pulled an iris from its delicate vase and began plucking its shrivelling petals one by one. “I’m a dumbass...  I’m not a dumbass...” you murmured. You repeated the self-deprecating chant until the last petal. “I’m a dumb—”

DLING!

You jolted up. The sudden chime of the front door ripped you out of your trance, scaring the crap out of your body so hard, you dropped your tortured flower.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to awkwardly recompose yourself. “Hello! Welcome to Milky Maid Paradise!” you called out. You scanned the room to find whoever entered only to find no one. How strange. Is some fucker messing with you?

You swiftly rounded the counter to further inspect the situation. Peering outside the window, you spotted no suspicious figures to pin the blame on. You scratched your head. Such a thing never happened before. Just as you were about to dawdle back to your signature sulking spot, a menacing voice caught your attention.

“Buongiorno, Signorina.”

Oh lord.

You span around to face an imposing, colossal man sat at the table closest to the dessert display. A spiky red hat rested upon his baby bald scalp and intricate patterns adorned his immaculate, luxurious outfit. Somehow his large frame must have fit through the door without you noticing. It was very impressive considering he needed five of your vintage chairs to sit comfortably on.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there!” you replied exasperatedly. “Buon... giorno?” You quickly swallowed your apprehension. “What can I get for you today, sir?”

No matter whom this plus-sized ninja clad in banana yellow was, it was important you treated him with warmth and respect as you would with any ordinary customer. With a steadied heart and stride, you approached the large man awaiting your hospitality.

“The last time I’ve eaten was ten past eleven this morning,” he began.

You glanced to the wall clock beside the wide kitchen doorway. 11:10AM was forty minutes ago.

A thick finger pointed towards the desserts behind their polished glass case. “As you can tell, I’m famished. I’ll have everything available in that display case, please.” He clasped his chubby hands and awaited your response.

You blinked.

...Was he serious? The low rumble of his gigantic tummy sounded serious. He eyed you expectantly with his unusual black sclera and glowing pupils hiding beneath his sharp, protruding nose. It caused your neck hairs to stand on end.

“O-of course! Right away, sir!” you over-enthusiastically stuttered. If he could afford luxury clothing tailored to his massive body, surely he could afford your entire menu, right?

With haste, you promptly plated every dessert he could see. From tarts to cakes to biscuits to scones, each added pastry caused your customer’s dark eyes to grow wider and wider like a starving lion’s observing its prey.

“There we go,” you huffed. With the dessert case empty and the man’s table covered in plates of pastries all barely fitting on the tabletop surface, you were rewarded with a pleased hum.

“Thank you, Signorina. They look delectable.” He licked his lips with malice.

A plain napkin from God-knows-where was tucked beneath his double chin. Raising his noodly arms, he began his feast. A whole black forest cake was inhaled into his system straight from the white ceramic. Scones were gobbled one after the other with fruit jams swallowed as an afterthought. You've never been so confused and scared.  His vicious appetite and table manners subverted his sophisticated, millionaire appearance.

In the midst of his wild indulgence, you thought it necessary to brew a cup of chai tea to help him down the sugary contents. Just as you served him the hot beverage in its dainty teacup, your customer’s table was cleared of any sign of cake and crumbs. He graciously accepted the free cup of tea and let out a hefty belch to punctuate the end of his quaint café experience.

“Pardon me,” he said, patting down his mouth with a dirtied napkin.

Fortunately, no one had entered during the entire bizarre affair. His monstrous appetite would have driven them away.

“Signorina, are you the only staff working at this café?” the giant asked after a short moment. “What I ate tasted like it was baked by the same pair of hands. Their flaws, textures and flavours were consistent. No other chef could replicate them. Am I right in my observation?”

His expression was unreadable. Where could he be going with this? You slowly nodded, which earned you an amused grunt.

“Why is that?”

You shrugged sheepishly, tightly wringing your wrists. “...Well, I can’t afford to hire anybody right now—not that I need anyone or anything.” Though assistance around the store would be helpful, you never saw a need to hire anyone with the abysmal business you’d been garnering until today—even if it meant your maid café would only have one maid. “I can run the café fine on my own,” you add.

The mountain of flesh clicked his tongue, seemingly to disapprove of your words. He leaned forward as far as his belly would allow him, casting you in shadow. His terrifying mouth uttered your name. Did you ever tell him that?

“You won't go far relying on only yourself; it’s foolish,” he continued. His emerald irises peered into your soul and you shivered. His speech and mannerisms outside of gorging cake were no different from one of those high-ranking mafiosi in those old-fashioned gangster movies, or more accurately, a demonic nightmare clown from a horror flick.

Reaching into his yellow coat, the man pulled out an oddly unwrinkled sealed envelope. It was held out to you but before you could obtain the envelope, he spoke up. “Do you like cats?”

What?

You furrowed a brow, trying to compute the out-of-the-blue question. Despite the sinister smug expression on his face, the question appeared fairly innocent. You lowered your guard, if only slightly.

“Yeah, I like cats. I even had a kitten when I was little.” You neglected to mention that your kitten went missing one week after adopting it from the pound. No one needed to know that right now.

His deep laughter reverberated across the room. You swore you could hear the silverware rattle. “Hohoho! Then I believe you’ll find this recipe very useful. Use this recipe and your café will thrive in the city.” The ominous smirk across his plump lips and the cold glint in his gaze made you a teeny bit suspicious that this recipe was actually for a bomb.

The envelope was then finally passed on to your smaller, much sweatier hands. “Alright then... Thank you for coming, Mr...?” You trailed off.

“Polpo,” he finished. You glanced at the envelope and back at Polpo.

“Thank you, Mr. Polpo.” You meekly smiled. Peculiarly enough, having a name to this absolute unit of a human being shed a bit of the mystery surrounding his creepy presence. It was a subtle comfort you were willing to take.

“You’re welcome,” he smirked, uttering your name once again. “Now, if you'll excuse me...”

You stepped back so he could stand but he made no effort to budge from his five chairs. You also wondered if he would make an effort to pay for devouring a day’s worth of desserts. Just as you were about to ask him if he prefers cash or card, the doorchime intervened.

DLING!

Your attention leapt to the door. Again, it fell shut on its own with no customers seeming to enter although unlike last time when Polpo mysteriously appeared in your café, he mysteriously vanished.

Tension spiked. You scampered out of the café, apron strings dancing behind, completely confused as to how a being so massive could exit a building so stealthily. You saw no spiky-hatted man in yellow rolling down the street nor waddling on it, so you re-entered the store, still in shock from your virtually paranormal experience.

“What the fuck just happened?” you asked yourself.

You leaned over a chair, envelope in hand, processing your recent memory. Some Humpty Dumpty-looking dude materialised in your maid café, ate everything and left. You were honestly a little pissed at the audacity. When you raised your head, a smidge of colour where Polpo dined caught your vision.

Beside the unholy hill of plates piled high upon the wooden table laid a fat stack of cash neatly nestled in a plain strap of paper. Trembling, you scrambled to inspect the money between your fingers. Carding through each note, you realised it was more than enough to compensate the emptiness of your dessert case.

He tipped well, though maybe a bit too well. If he was still here, you’d refuse his generosity out of guilt.

But he’s not here...

Giddiness and disbelief overwhelmed your heart. With this much to fill your wallet, rent this month would be stress-free. Plus, you could buy that cool anime figure you’ve had your eye on for two months now, splurge some cash for cute clothes to fill your wardrobe, or invest in a brand new computer that wouldn’t shit itself during a hot day. The hedonistic possibilities were endless but before could make any debilitating financial decisions, first you had Polpo’s secret recipe to success to try out.

You decided to close the café early for the day. After flipping the open/closed sign on the door and clearing Polpo’s crime scene of a table, you headed off to the café kitchen, sealed envelope in tow.

You squinted at the finely written instructions. While you were sure what the cursive letters spelt out were what you thought they were, the implied end product sounded disgusting.

Splayed out upon the kitchen bench were the necessary ingredients, along with dirtied bowls and utensils, and the recipe’s batter that now filled a 6 cup muffin tray. It was a simple batter reminiscent of cake if you removed any of the flavour and joy. If you read Polpo’s handwriting correctly, each of the six mini cakes required their own unique ingredient of flavour: sea salt, wine, orange zest, strawberry seeds, coffee beans, and flower petals.

For the first tin, you sprinkled a pinch of sea salt as the procedure instructed. Bada bing, bada boom.

Wine? You whined and reached into the industrial refrigerator. For ‘special occasions’, you stashed a bottle of red wine towards the back behind all the cartons of milk, eggs, berries, and the like. The recipe seemed special enough, so you splashed the second tin a responsible amount.

Orange zest was normal enough. You carefully grated an orange peel into the third tin and set the fruit down for an afternoon snack later.

Strawberry seeds were a bitch and a half to procure. You fumblingly tweezed a single ripe strawberry until all the seeds joined the batter of the fourth tin.

The fifth tin simply requested six coffee beans. You shrugged and flung them all into the designated cup.

Lastly was the sixth tin that nondescriptly asked for flower petals. Wracking your brain for any idea where you could obtain any, you remembered the irises dying on the front counter. Once you grabbed the healthiest blossom of the bunch, you zipped back into the kitchen in record speed and flicked a few of its petals into the depressing mixture.

With preparations finished, it was time to bake. You stretched your arms in anticipation and placed the muffin tray into your trusty pre-heated oven. Feeling satisfied with your handiwork, you sauntered back to where the recipe rested.

There, you twitched where you stood. The recipe frustratingly had no mention of a baking time written anywhere on the paper. You sighed and dropped the recipe to focus on the oven. With your experience in baking, you deducted that the cakes would be ready in 15 minutes minimum. You kept a small toothpick nearby for when it was time to check the doneness of the cakes.

As the batter tanned and rose in the enclosed heat, the kitchen became perfumed in a combination of citrus, roasted coffee beans and other underlying scents in the mix. You breathed it in, embracing the aroma in your lungs. If your baker instincts were right, the bland goodies would be ready soon. You quickly plucked the toothpick from the bench but as you turned towards the oven, the oven spontaneously exploded.

Smoke and steam violently gusted the oven door open. You shrieked at the thundering clash and lost your footing. Your eyes squeezed shut as a rainbow of colours blurred your vision. The floor was cold beneath your limp form and you hissed, feeling sore where your ass impacted the hard tiles. Fortunately, no butt bones broke.

You slowly got up, rubbing the pain away from your buns and smoothing out your skirt. The bowls and jars on the bench laid askew but the resulting mess was minimal. You cautiously turned the oven off before it could burn down the whole building. When you peeked into its interior, you froze. You expected to find burnt batter slapped everywhere onto its scorching hot walls but instead, an immaculately clean muffin tin sat empty exactly where you set it.

You don’t remember the recipe including hallucinogenic drugs as an ingredient.

You wanted to pause and process everything again but before you could, deep grumbles and groans sounded behind you. Very, very cautiously, you twisted towards the source of the voices, armed with a toothpick for protection.

“God, my head...”

“...What the fuck? Where the fuck are we?”

“A kitchen...? We’re not gonna become someone’s lunch, are we!?”

Three strangely dressed men occupied your kitchen floor. Behind them were three more strangely dressed men. You backed away from them with your tiny toothpick raised in defence as they stirred and arose.

The first man had tousled strawberry blond hair and a pair of cat ears atop his head. Wait, cat ears!? A matching tail with coarsely curled fur swished out of his green trousers littered with holes. He bore an irritated expression as he surveyed his surroundings.

Perplexed, you studied the second man who hid his hair with a distinctively patterned cap. Though you couldn’t glimpse his ears, a tiger-like tail stuck out of his striped leather pants having nowhere to hide with his cropped sweater exposing his rippling midriff. He looked just as confused as you as he stared back.

As expected, the third one also bore feline features. His dark ears folded over his orange headband and his tail frizzed out beneath a yellow, checkered skirt. Shaky slitted pupils settled on your form. 

“Who are you and where the fuck are we!?” a tall man with long, white hair from behind the three screamed. His purple lips contorted to bare pronounced fangs. Behind his dark coat was a fluffy white tail puffed up to threaten you.

“W-Who are you and how did you get into my kitchen!?” you counter-screamed.

“So we are in a kitchen...” the yellow skirted boy murmured. His dread could not be described.

“Calm down, everyone! I think I know what’s going on,” a smooth but firm voice called out.

The small sea of upset potential cat cosplayers parted and another potential cat cosplayer came forward. Large ears above his bob cut twitched realistically. Golden zippers glinted in the light and jingled with each step he took. He stopped in front of you, hand on his exposed chest. As crazy as his dotted suit was, he was easy on the eyes. With a flick of his spotted silver tail, you dragged your gaze from his well-toned body to his chiselled face to engage in respectful eye-contact.

“You've met Polpo, correct?”

His companions twitched their ears at the name. You couldn’t help but take note on how organically their ears and tails seemingly moved.

You nodded and wrung your apron absently. “Yes, if you mean that giant man who ate all the sweets here. What about him?”

The catboy quietly hummed and held his chin in thought. “Did he give you instructions to summon us?”

“Instructions?”

Polpo's recipe laid undisturbed on the bench where you last set it. Could he be referring to that?

The spotted catboy must have read your mind. He stepped towards the paper and skimmed its contents.

“I see... So you did,” he murmured, placing the recipe back down.

“Excuse me, but what does Polpo have to do with you all popping out of my oven?”

“Yeah, Buccellati. What does this all mean?” the curly furred catboy chimed in with a creased brow. It was nice to know you weren't the only one left in the dark.

He remained silent for a moment, focused on the lines between the floor tiles before speaking up. “It means that Polpo is no longer our master. By receiving the recipe and summoning us, this woman passed Polpo’s test.” Shifting to an authoritative stance, he demanded the attention of his peers. “Starting today, she is our new owner!”

“UH, WHAT!?” you shrieked. Was that what those weird questions from that giant were really about? About why you work alone? If you like cats? The fucking strawberry seeds?

That recipe was a test in disguise all along?

The others echoed your astonishment with audible reactions of their own. You backed further away from the crowd of cats until you thumped into a solid wall. All eyes were on you.

You weren't ready to be a crazy cat lady—let alone crazy catboy lady!

“Hey, are you sure she's supposed to be our owner? I mean, look! She's wearing a maid costume!” the striped one pointed out. “Maybe the owner is her employer? Or—” he dropped his volume to a whisper, “—sugar daddy?”

“I don't have an employer! OR sugar daddy!” you hastily corrected, hands and toothpick flailing in the air. “I run a maid café and this is what I wear!”

“Oh fuck this!” spat the white, fluffy catboy. “Our lives were perfectly fine in the mafia! Now Polpo wants us to live and work in some fetishist restaurant!? Of course that fat bastard would.”

You glared at him. “What do you mean ‘mafia’? What do you mean ‘living and working’ here? What do you mean ‘fetishi—’”

“We can explain our history and other details later but let’s introduce ourselves first,” the spotted catboy interrupted. As much as you needed answers to your never-ending well of questions, you reluctantly agreed that introductions were in order.

You sighed. “Alright. But you better also explain the whole catboy thing here, too.”

He diffidently flexed his ears. “Of course.” Gracefully, he placed a hand on his heart. “I’m Buccellati. This is—”

“Fugo. It's a pleasure to meet you,” greeted the curly catboy.

“I’m Mista,” said the stripy catboy, gesturing to himself with a gun. That didn’t look too safe. Hey, hold on! He has a gun!?

Fugo nudged the skirted catboy beside him. The boy flipped his switchblade away and pocketed it. “I’m Narancia,” he drawled.

“Abbacchio,” grunted the fluffy one.

Five out of six introduced themselves to you but if you recalled correctly, weren’t there six? You looked around then the last catboy strode forward.

“You may call me Giorno,” he said. Three golden rolls of hair framed his forehead. Behind them were feline ears as you came to expect. A lithe tail curled into a gold ring against his magenta suit.

‘Giorno’. It was funny. You had a cat named Giorno once.

“Nice to meet you all,” you replied. You only wished it was under better circumstances, like not after an explosion or surprise adoption. Meekly, you shared your name to the room which was admittedly a worse experience than introducing yourself to your new class when you changed schools.

“But you'll be our master, right? We should be calling you Master,” piped Narancia.

Fugo crossed his arms. “No, the correct word here would be ‘Mistress’.”

Narancia shrugged. “Same thing.”

Fugo hissed.

As the two began to bicker, Giorno's gentle voiced called your name as he quietly approached you. With his calming demeanour, it was no wonder he was so easy to miss before introductions. His seafoam green eyes shone brightly in the kitchen lights. Something familiar was beneath their vibrant hue and intensity. Where have you seen them before?

He held your clammy hands in his. The sharp toothpick you armed yourself with fell to the floor.

“I, Giorno, promise we'll help you become a café mastar.”

[jjbarestaurant]

Served orders (Masterlist)

Here, we have our served orders! (Masterlist) feel free to take a look.

-Phantom Blood-

⚔️Jonathan Joestar⚔️

Jonathan turn into female for a day

Jonathan A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)

Jonathan with a S/O that has a confusing family tree

Jonathan with a vocaloid producer S/O

-Battle Tendency-

⚡️Joseph Joestar⚡️

Joseph turn into female for a day

Joseph reaction to a Simp

Joseph kissing his s/o HC’s

Joseph A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)

Joseph with a small and affectionate S/O

Joseph S/O had a nightmare and wants to sleep with him

Joseph with a S/O that has a confusing family tree

Joseph with a vocaloid producer S/O

Joseph with a reader that doesn’t care about his appearence

✨Caesar A. Zepelli✨

Caesar S/O had a nightmare and wantss to sleep with him

Caesar with a S/O that has a dificult past

Caesar A, B, C, D, E, G, I, K, L P (Fluff alphabet)

Caesar at S/O funeral (But they show up at their own funeral)

Caesar with a reader that blushes easily

-Stardust Crusaders-

👊Jotaro Kujo👊

Jotaro turn into female for a day

Jotaro kissing his s/o HC’s

Jotaro  I, J, N (Fluff alphabet)

Jotaro  A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)

Jotaro with a S/O that has a confusing family tree

Jotaro with a vocaloid producer S/O

Jotaro falling in love

🗡Jean P. Polnareff🗡

Polnareff with a S/O who loves cats

Polnareff with a reader that has a puppy love on him

Polnareff relationship headcanons

Polnareff with a S/O that has a dificult past

Polnareff with a reader that liked him since P3, and confess their feeling in P5

Polnareff with a S/O that can revive themself

🔥Muhammad Avdol🔥

Avdol K,R,T (Fluff alphabet)

Avdol with a chubby S/O that has bad moods

🍒Noriaki Kakyoin🍒

Kakyoin with a cosplayer S/O

Kakyoin S/O wanting to fight him

Kakyoin with a S/O that has a dificult past

Kakyoin with a reader that blushes easily

🌍DIO🌍

Dio with a servant that is being mistreated by Steely Dan

Dio with a S/O that failed on geting his clothes to him

Dio with a wounded S/O

-Diamond is Unbreakable-

💎Josuke Higashikata💎

Josuke turn into female for a day

Josuke kissing his s/o HC’s

Josuke I, J, N (Fluff alphabet)

Josuke  A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)

Josuke hearing “Hey, I appreciate you for being my friend”

Josuke dancing with his S/O

Josuke F,X (Fluff alphabet)

Josuke S/O wanting to fight him

Josuke S/O calming him when someone insulted his hair

Josuke with a S/O that has a confusing family tree

Josuke with a vocaloid producer S/O

Josuke helping his S/O dye their hair

Josuke with a S/O that bakes things for him

✋Okuyasu Nijimura✋

Okuyasu I, J, N (Fluff alphabet)

Okuyasu with a S/O who loves cats

Okuyasu hearing “Hey, I appreciate you for being my friend”

Okuyasu dancing with his S/O

Okuyasu S/O wanting to fight him

S/o friends badmouthing Okuyasu

Okuyasu with a S/O that enjoys dancing

Being siblings with Okuyasu

🎵Koichi Hirose🎵

Koichi hearing “Hey, I appreciate you for being my friend”

Koichi dancing with his S/O

✒️Rohan Kishibe✒️

🌊Jotaro Kujo🌊

Jotaro S/O wanting to fight him

Duwang gang

Duwang gang sleeping with their crush/friend

Duwang gang with a musician reader

-Golden Wind-

🌺Giorno Giovanna🌺

Giorno turn into female for a day

Giorno  A,B,C,K (Fluff alphabet)

Giorno with a S/O that has a confusing family tree

Giorno with a vocaloid producer S/O

Giorno with a S/O that it’s afraid of the dark

Giorno with a wounded S/O

Giorno trying bubble ta for the first time

🍷Leone Abbacchio🍷

Abbacchio fluff alphabet

Abbacchio with a chubby S/O that has bad moods

Abbacchio falling in love headcanons

Abbacchio with a S/O that can revive themself

Abbacchio with a reader that blushes easily

Abbacchio trying bubble tea for the first time

🤐Bruno Bucciarati🤐

Bruno with a S/O who loves cats

Bruno K,R,T (Fluff alphabet)

Bruno with a S/O that has a dificult past

Bruno with a S/O that can revive themself

Bruno with a reader that blushes easily

🗯Panacotta Fugo 🗯

Dates with Fugo at art galleries/museums

Fugo’s child with his personality

🛩Narancia Ghirga🛩

Narancia with a chubby S/O that had bad moods

Narancia trying bubble tea for the first time

🔫Guido Mista🔫

 🇮🇹Bucci gang🇮🇹

Bucci gang with a member that makes everyone laugh

Bucci gang members at S/O funeral (But they show up at their own funeral)

Bucci gang with a member that is shy about their art

Bucci gang with a small but strong member

Bucci gang taste in food

Bucci gang stands doing something nice for their user (Except narancia)

🎭Vinegar Doppio🎭 (Exception)

Doppio confessing to his crush

[hieludoboi]

Hello! I just found your blog and it’s so cute! If your not too swarmed with requests could you write some mista x gem reader fluff?? I’m starving 😩😩.

 A/n- Fluffy Mista! This is not the kiss the girl fic, that was running way too long, it’s on its fifth draft, and third rewrite, so that’s gonna be for another time, hope yall enjoy this one though!

Pairing- Guido Mista/Female! Reader

Genre/type- Fluffy one shot

Summary- Mista doesn’t understand why you love to dawdle in gardens so much, but he’s okay with you playing with his hair under a wisteria tree, beneath a cloudy night sky

The garden seemed to be calling him, the scent of flowers lingering on his tongue, vivid imagery of veiny, soft, almost flesh like petals dancing on the cusp of his imagination. It had started off small, a little plot of poppies and tulips in the back of Giorno’s home before unfurling into a massive flower bed, full of pretty blues and calming purples, dotted with yellows and whites... Mista wondered if Giorno was trying to paint the night sky with flowers. 

In the middle of it all stood a beautiful wisteria, tall and grand, its branches weighed down by multiple flowers. On windy days, it almost seemed to be crying purple petals. It held a sweet scent, almost overbearing. Giorno had told him he kept the tree because of the symbolism. In Japan, they symbolized bliss, love, and tenderness. Mista, however, had never stopped to appreciate the garden. After all, Trish hid in the flowers to run from his ‘stench’. 

Yet, while Giorno’s house sat quietly, tucked away, Mista found himself lured into the garden. The smell of nectar and petals tantalizingly sweet against the pink of his tongue. The night was foggy, and while Mista could barely make out the different shapes, he could easily see the wisteria tree standing proud in the middle of it all. 

And so, he walked... Almost mindlessly towards the tree, his soul almost enamored by the presence of it. He wondered why now, of all times, he so desperately needed to see the tree. 

“Mista?” The voice was soft, a whisper against the leaves, gently grazing against his eardrums. And suddenly, it all made sense. His chest bubbling with warmth, he ran towards the tree, almost tripping on its roots before he could reach her.

“Y/n! It’s about time you showed up! I was getting bored chasing after other girls, y’know,” Mista teased, a goofy grin on his lips as he approached her. Like almost every night, she was draped in white silks, her skin glowing against the moonlight, a beam of light against the foggy night. 

“Right, like any woman could possibly put up with you,” Y/n chided, smiling as she carefully took a seat on the ground, her back pressed against the trunk of the tree. “Come sit,” she beckoned, making room between her legs for Mista to sit. 

“I still don’t understand why you like playing with my hair so much,” Mista sighed, plopping down between her legs, letting his head rest against her chest. He could hear her giggling behind him, the warm sound coating his eardrums in honey. It was sickeningly sweet. 

“It’s soft, and each curl differs from the last. It’s beautiful, really...” Y/n spoke softly, taking the beanie off of Mista’s head and tossing it somewhere to the side. 

“You make it sound like I’m pretty,” Mista joked, leaning into her fingers as she gently massaged his scalp.

“It’s cause you are pretty,” she murmured, carefully taking a curl between her fingers, gently running each ringlet across the tips of her fingers. 

“Well, then I guess I’ll keep the long hair for just a little longer,” Mista sighed, a faint smile ghosting across his lips as his eyes slowly shut. 

“I wish we could stay like this forever...” she confessed suddenly, e/c eyes staring off into the night sky.

“Mmm, I guess this is nice.” feigning a sense of boredom, Mista stretched his arms above his head, grinning when he felt a light pat to his head.

“Well, since this bores you so much, then you can play with your own hair!” Y/n huffed, pushing Mista off her chest before crossing her arms over her chest.

“Come on! You know I didn’t mean it,” Mista chuckled, turning to face Y/n while she sat with her back to him. 

“Nope, too late, I’ve been crushed, my soul tattered and ripped into ribbons, my heart crushed, flattened like a crepe!” She shouted, placing the back of her hand against her forehead before falling back in a less than graceful fashion. 

“Uhf-” Mista grunted, eyes waning in surprise as he struggled to catch her as she suddenly flopped to the grass, her head landing in his lap. “Oh no! It seems as though my love hath fallen!” Mista exclaimed, cupping Y/n’s face exaggeratedly, playing along with her little joke. “If only I could bring her back!” faking a sob, Mista carefully cradled her face, gently stroking her cheek before looking up into the starry night. 

Carefully opening just one eye, Y/n couldn’t help but giggle, quickly closing her eye as soon as Mista looked back down at her. 

“Oh? Perhaps, a true love’s kiss could bring her back?” Mista wondered aloud, a cheshire like grin spreading across his face as he bent down. He could see the way her eyelids fluttered in an attempt to secretly open, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as she swallowed the laugh that was undoubtedly bubbling in her throat. And maybe, just maybe, he would humor her. 

Stopping to admire the beauty that she was, Mista finally gave in, pressing his lips softly against hers. 

It was bliss, really, the way her plush lips felt against his, smooth and tasting of just a hint of lavender. Wisteria petals blanketing them in a curtain of purple, sheltering them from the rest of the world. 

And maybe, just maybe, Mista really could stay like this forever.

[depravitymoon]

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#yandere narancia - 17 posts

#yandere bucci gang - 16 posts

#yandere fugo - 16 posts

#yandere abbacchio - 15 posts

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#in case anyone wanted to know how i come up with these headcanons.

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Yandere Giorno x Childhood Friend Reader Prologue Headcanon.

Author's note: This is a Post-Canon Everyone Lives AU, Giorno's 18, and this assumes female reader. I made this as a headcanon because making this prose style was too time consuming. It's a prologue because it's not when Giorno becomes Yandere, but it's activated.

Summary: A small glimpse into Giorno's life as Don and how he finds out about his childhood friend (you) returning to Naples.

Giorno gave up trying to find you. After all, you left the country a decade ago.

Besides, being Don keeps him too busy to care about relationships.

The Don likes to pretend he's not a romantic.

Giorno did have a fuckboy phase where he screwed a dozen beautiful women..... but it got boring quick.

Most of them were snotty prima donnas that reminded him of his egg donor and he hated it.

Then one day, Mista mentioned something about these women he was seeing.

Giorno didn’t care. The story’s all the same.

Mista found a hot girl, fucked her, partied at a nightclub, and fucked her friends. If he’s lucky, he didn’t have to flaunt his money at them. What else is new?

Well, this time was different.

“I couldn't fuck one of them, sadly." Said Mista.

"Interesting story." Giorno said, sarcastically.

Mista scoffs, "Let me finish! She mentioned Haruno Shinobana. I think you know that guy, right?”

The young Don became silent. Giorno’s past was still a sensitive topic, so he never shared it with anyone, not even his closest friends. So this really piqued his interest. A woman mentioned his past name? It couldn’t be....

Giorno had lost hope of ever seeing you again and now his only glimmer of hope came from Mista....wow.

He ordered Abbacchio to accompany them back at the nightclub.

Fortunately, Mista remembered that this woman left at midnight.

When Abbacchio used Moody Blues, Giorno was mesmerized.

That woman was indeed YOU.

Giorno couldn't believe you were within his reach.

You've grown in those 10 years. So beautiful....

He was so mesmerized, he couldn't keep up his cold demeanor.

Leone and Guido couldn’t believe what they were seeing..... Giorno Giovanna in love.

After all the flings that come and gone, they knew you were here to stay.

83 notes • Posted 2021-10-17 16:03:22 GMT

#4

Yandere Bucci Gang knocking up Darling Headcanons

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

Thought this was the perfect day for Yandere Family Headcanons. This is NOT a Father Headcanon. It’s a head canon about how your Bucci Gang Yandere made you a mother and their reaction.

This should go without saying, but WARNING: Yandere scariness and toxic behavior below.

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101 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 16:01:17 GMT

#3

How to make the Bucci Gang go yandere for you Headcanon

Source of gif.

Personally I’m against having Yandere!Character x generic Reader type of fics. Even with turning characters into lovesick psychotic versions of themselves, there still needs to be some level of compatibility and a good reason a character would want reader to obsessive unhealthy levels.

What you need to do to get your Yandere!Mafioso:

Mista

Be super hot.

Reason: I like to think Mista’s shallow; Just a lovable pervert. If you dont have massive tits and a fat ass, you’re not darling material. He’s delusional, so your personality will be given to you. Haven’t thought of shallow standards for men yet.

Narancia

Be cute and be fun to hang out with.

Reason: On the opposite end of Mista, Narancia cares way more about your personality than your looks. If you’re an awesome loyal friend to Narancia, he’ll fall for you.

Fugo 

Be smart and be a good student for him.

Reason: Obviously, this guy can’t handle idiots. He needs someone he can hold a conversation with, enjoy that conversation, and not be on the verge of stabbing you everyday.

Abbacchio 

Remind him of his partner. Be a bright optimistic person that Abbacchio needs to protect from this awful world.

Reason: It triggers emotions in Leone that he thought were long dead. Also, it reminds him of the good person he use to be. He doesn’t want you to end up bitter like him nor does he want you dead like his partner.

Bruno

 Be a good mother for his future children. Also, be a darling whose been hurt and needs Bruno to save them.

Reason: Poor man wants the kind of family that he lost at a young age. Also, the need to save someone from their own terrible situation triggers Bruno’s protective tendencies.

Giorno

Having a big heart is always important. Giorno wants a sugar baby that never wanted to be a Sugar Baby. Paradoxical, but Giorno loves the challenge of getting you to accept your new role.

Reason: Growing up with a selfish gold digging whore of a mother causes a child to either A) Avoid that life or B) Imitate that life. For Giorno, it’ll be both. Being a provider and spoiling darling with material things is all he was taught about “love”, but he certainly wants a lover to be the complete opposite of his egg donor.

((There will be a Poly version of this coming soon.))

102 notes • Posted 2021-05-16 16:01:14 GMT

#2

Yandere Bucci Gang Poly HCs

A bit of a Sequel to this: LINK

Warning: Yandere scariness, aged up characters, polyamory, kidnapping, implied breeding kink, implied noncon, assumes AFAB at the end.

I’m going with the most popular yaoi pairings of the Bucci Gang. So if you don’t like those pairings, you have been warned. Also, this is an Everyone Lives Post-Canon AU.

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124 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 16:01:15 GMT

#1

Yandere Bucci Gang Father’s Day Special

Author’s Note: This is NOT a “Your dreamboy will be the perfect baby daddy” post.  This is a Yandere Post for a reason. This is going to get dark, but it’s not to levels of Giorno’s parents and Fugo’s parents, where there’s zero love in the house. All of them love their kids and provide for them. They’re just very flawed in their expression of love. 

Warning: Yandere scariness, assumes AFAB darling, implied breeding kink, mention of baby-trapping, enabling Yandere behavior.

So this post is about each of our six lovely gangsters being fathers to your child, Yandere edition! Sort by Best to Worst father.

Bruno - Best Mom becomes Best Dad 

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128 notes • Posted 2021-06-27 21:00:41 GMT

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