#jjba x reader n/sfw

[joestarfoundation]

Jofoes: First Time. . .

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

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

Jofoes x Fem!Reader

First time with them

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

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

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

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[thestressedskittles]

Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

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Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

[starry-snippets]

thinking about cuddling with star platinum while jotaro is busy working. you're sitting in one of his many white hats and his long white coat, patting star platinum on the head while you flip through a marine animal textbook from earlier in jotaro's college years. star platinum is snuggled besides you while you read the labels, the attentive stand responding with intrigued "oras" which made you giggle and jotaro's face flush. if you hadn't stolen his hat he'd of pulled it over his face in an attempt to hide the red of his ears and cheeks at how much star platinum loves you.

[inkpot909]

Falling for an Oblivious Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli. Gender neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: Exploring these guys’ inability to spit it the hell out was extremely fun. What a couple of disaster men.

Warning(s): None.

Johnny Joestar

At first, he’ll wonder if he’s just out of practice.

Johnny’s never been interested in someone so oblivious they miss every little hint or flirtatious remark he throws their way. Having been a famous jockey, people used to flock to him; he hardly needed to even try.

But by the time of the Steel Ball Run, he hasn’t been with anyone romantically in a good while. He could count how many years since, but he would rather not keep track.

And you’re not exactly making things easy for him.

Going about your day looking the way you do… and then having the audacity to not pick up a single signal from him (Or anyone else for that matter). Honestly, it should be illegal.

Johnny’s natural instinct, unfortunately, is to immediately assume he’s not what’s clicking. Lord, am I… not being obvious enough? he often wonders.

It’d be one thing if you wanted to outright reject him; he can handle rejection (No, really, he can). It’s just the way the horse gallops sometimes.

But you don’t even seem to notice at all and that’s what’s so frustrating to him.

Just thinking of it can make annoyance fester inside his mind. Gyro throws him a knowing look whenever it’s visibly getting to him; to you it just seems like his mood spikes at random.

His annoyance isn’t directed at you, of course, but at himself (As much as he outwardly blames you, it’s really just a front).

Has he really lost his ‘skills?’ Did the passing years make him completely forget how to flirt with someone? Gyro seems really keen on telling him that’s the case.

And Johnny is nothing if not contrarian to everything Gyro says.

The guy is bending over backwards, doing anything he can do to try to impress you. All while Gryo is not-so-subtly ragging on him over it in the background.

“Quit it! For the love of God-“

“Awe, c’mon Johnny, it’s not like they’re noticing anyways!”

Johnny hates how right Gyro can be.

He’s metaphorically tripping over himself left and right, feeling like he’s at the same level of a clueless middle schooler desperately trying to seem ‘cool’ in front of a crush. Gyro’s damn near crying of laughter at his struggle to make you get it…

But all you do is just stand to the side. Smiling kindly, and blinking without an ounce of procession of his actual intent behind your pretty eyes.

Agony… Johnny Joestar is in pure agony… you’re lucky he finds you cute.

You’re so frustratingly oblivious he can’t even tell if you might like him back, and at this point he’s honestly just trying to get a read on your feelings before he spells it out for you bluntly.

Such an approach is needed with you, apparently.

It’s around this time too that he realizes… Holy shit, they’re really just that oblivious.

Someone else approached you at a bar during one of your numerous stops during the race. Both Johnny and Gyro knew exactly what they were getting at the moment they walked over, a sly smile presented on their face.

All while you sipped from your drink, your expression and tone of voice so casual one might assume your simply discussing the weather.

Johnny isn’t ashamed to admit he felt a sense of pride as the person ultimately walked off, giving up.

Luckily for you, Johnny is not.

You’ve stolen his heart so completely without even trying… he can admit to himself it’s a beautiful thing- if he detaches himself from his own frustration.

He’s going to keep trying to get you notice; try to get a read on however you feel about him. Even if it takes him the entire Steel Ball Run to do so!

And, yes, it does take that long.

Gyro Zeppeli

So what, you didn’t notice the first time he winked at you? It was real sunny out that day- the light probably shined in your eye and made you miss it.

Whatever, if his first flirtation or two ultimately fell on deaf ears. Statistically speaking, not every line is going to land the way he wants.

Who cares if his apparent interest in you is obvious to literally every one other than you? It’s your loss, to be honest.

Not that he really cares.

And you know what? He doesn’t care so much he’ll snap at Johnny for bringing it up. He’s not bothered by it… so why does the guy feel the need to mention his failed attempts at showing interest? Really, it’s just a little annoying the jockey thinks it matters to him at all.

… it should go without saying that he does not handle the frustration well at all in the beginning.

He won’t necessarily blame himself.

He is aware of his own ability to flirt, and his past has granted him a sense of confidence in it. Gyro’s certainly the forward type, and knows that.

Yet, everything he says or does seems to go right over your pretty head. It’s a not a notion meant to flatter you either- one he keeps to himself with pouted lips and arms crossed.

It’s a rather childish anger directed towards you, but it doesn’t last too long.

Eventually, he also comes to the (Begrudging) conclusion that he really cannot blame you. Gyro realizes this around the same time he figures his liking of you goes far deeper than a casual fling.

And if anything, he’s going to start directing his frustration towards the people in your past.

Clearly, no one’s really hit on you before… or worse, something happened to you that made you think no one ever would- so thick-headed in that belief that you don’t even perceive it.

It’s in Gyro’s nature to let his mind ponder the ‘why’ behind your obliviousness- especially when he thought he was being so obvious about it.

Either possibility makes him want to find whoever contributed to your inability to pick up a signal, grab them by the shoulders, and shake them violently.

But with time, he’s going to find it endearing (Not that he’s ever admit it out loud).

Look at you… riding your prized horse as if you’re not the most beautiful person in the Steel Ball Run. And the smirk doesn’t at all falter even when the three of you stop at a dingy town for the night.

“I’ve had three strangers walk up to me since we entered the saloon… the people in this town are so friendly!”

“Y/n, dear, they’re all trying to hit on you.”

“What? No way! They just wanted to talk about the race over a drink or two. One of them said they had gin from France up in his hotel room. Can you believe that? Sounds delicious, right?”

“… good lord, Y/n.”

It’d be funnier if he wasn’t another trying and failing to flirt his way into making you open your damn eyes.

At some point, Gyro just has to spit it out.

It comes during the climax of one of the race’s many stopping points. It’d been looming over his mind for weeks, and if someone were to ask him (Okay, if Johnny asks him) he would bitterly grumble that it’s been affecting his scores.

His logic behind doing this at specifically that point in time… flawless.

How are you going to blissfully remain in the dark if he’s shouting his confession at you from the finish line in front of a large group of confused onlookers?

They just wanted to see the race… not one of the top contestants with a heavy Italian accent declaring his love for you while damn-near standing on top of his horse.

[ophelian-darling]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings. 

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side. 

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love. 

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?! 

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart. 

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster. 

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you. 

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl! 

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love! 

- How annoying you are. 

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they? 

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave. 

[mrsgiovanna]

Awakened (Vamp! Giorno Giovanna x Fem!reader)

This was meant for Halloween but here we are lol. This is a self-indulgent AU, CEO!Giorno and the frills that come with. All characters are depicted as adults N/SFW Minors please DNI

Tw: mentions of Blood, Yandere behavior if you squint, female bodied reader

WC: 2.8k

The sunlight streamed into your bedroom through the small gap in your curtains. Shining on your face, it roused you from your sleep… and your eyes shot open when you realised that if the sun was up while you were not, you must have been late for your first day at your new job. You raced through your morning routine and rushed through Naple's busy streets until you arrived at the modern highrise building that you had aced your interview in just a few days ago. Making a bee line for the elevator, you started adjusting your hair and clothes in the pristine mirrors as the doors begin to close only for them to open again allowing a tall, well dressed man with golden hair to enter. You quickly stop, but he's able to see the annoyance written on your face. 

"For what it's worth, you look fine-" 

"I… thank you," you said through a sigh, "I'm sorry, busy morning and it's my first day…"  

"I should officially welcome you in that instance-" just as the blonde was about to take your hand, the elevator pinged and another well dressed man had hurried over. 

"Mr. Giovanna, your associates have already arrived… as well as your new assistant." His eyes narrowed at you and he hissed about you being late through gritted teeth. Your eyes widened and you managed to mumble an apology before you realised that the man you almost rudely dismissed was your boss. 

Mr Giovanna… his name repeated itself in your mind as you discreetly looked him up and down, before following the angry looking man to what you presumed would be your new workspace. 

"My name is Pannacotta Fugo, I work closely with Mr Giovanna, and now you will as well," there was an intensity to Mr Fugo as he spoke to you regarding your duties. He made a special effort to emphasise how important your discretion was and took you through all of the company policies and procedures before letting you finally get settled into your workspace. Your desk was situated just outside of Mr Giovanna's office, and in a quiet moment you stopped to take in your surroundings, the clean, modern design of the facade of the building continued onto the interiors. Looking around, you couldn't help but smile, a new job in a sophisticated new building, surrounded by some of the greatest minds in the industry… What could possibly go wrong? 

As the days progressed, you became more proficient at your job and had made a few acquaintances with whom you had regular contact. Mr Bucciarati was the vice president of the organization and you had seen him meeting with Mr Giovanna most frequently. He was easily the most elegant man you had ever encountered, with a charming attitude and smooth baritone voice. He always greeted you with a smile that brought a flush to your face. On occasion, he was accompanied by a stoic looking gentleman with silver hair and eyes that mimicked the most beautiful tropical sunset. A man of few words, Mr Abbacchio would simply nod at your sunny greetings and thank you for the wine you would bring out for their meetings. The people you had the best relationship with by far were Mista, Narancia and Trish. They were the live wires of the organization and while they worked hard, they played even harder. Nightly, they would extend an invitation to you to join them, however, you had politely declined each time, being swamped with tasks from Giorno. You didn't mind though, he was the boss and you wanted to impress him… his dashing good looks didn't hurt either.

There was something about him that captivated you, thoughts always drifting back to him, it was almost as if he was speaking directly into your mind. Today was no different and you had found yourself becoming more distracted as the day had progressed. The ringing of your phone had summoned you back to the present and you found yourself automatically smiling at the sound of his voice. 

" [Y/n] would you come to my office for a moment, there's something I'd like to ask you," 

"Of course, I'll be right there," you stood and smoothed out your clothes before going into his office. He greeted you with the serene smile you had become accustomed to and motioned for you to sit. 

"How have you been adjusting so far? I hope I haven't been working you too hard,  sure you must have heard about how quickly some of my assistants have left…" there was a levity in his voice as he spoke, but you managed to catch a flash of something else in his eyes, but it was gone before you could decipher it. 

"I don't shy away from a challenge, Mr Giovanna, and I've been learning so much I wouldn't dream of leaving now," 

"Always what I like to hear, please, call me Giorno, I insist… Now back to why I called you here, it's more of a personal favour that I need to ask, and you're more than welcome to refuse." Your heartbeat quickened and you readjusted yourself in your seat waiting silently for Giorno to continue. 

"There's a huge Halloween event for all of our esteemed investors, think about every indulgence you could succumb to and you would find it there… ridiculous really but one must keep them happy. My date dropped me at the last minute and I was wondering if you're free to accompany me?" Convinced that your heart was going to jump right out of your chests, you took a deep breath before speaking, your hesitation bringing out a flash of worry in Giorno’s expression. 

"I'd love to go… if you'd have me there, is there a specific way I need to dress or anything I should know?" No sooner than you accepted his invitation did a pang of regret enter your gut, it was too late to back out without looking unreliable so you took another deep breath to steady yourself. 

"You don't have to worry about that, I'll have something suitable sent over, just put it on and have a good time, you deserve a break as well," his serene smile was enough to quieten your hammering heart. 

"Do you have an address that I should meet you at?" 

"Oh no no, we'll leave from here, you can get ready in the penthouse, I'm sure everything you might need will already be there…" you found it odd that he was so sure of himself but swallowed your paranoia as you went back to your desk. 

The hours flew by in the blink of an eye and soon enough, you needed to start getting ready. Giorno had left a key card to the elevator that would take you all the way up to the 90th floor where the penthouse was situated. You weren't ready for the sheer luxury that greeted you as the pristine doors opened. Large crystal chandeliers were dotted tastefully across the wide open plan area. You stopped at the large window offering you a breathtaking view of Naples in all her splendour. Looking around, you found a letter left on the counter with a single crimson rose in Giorno’s immaculate penmanship. It bore your name, so you opened the envelope taking in the instructions left in the note. 

Dearest y/n 

I must thank you once again for saving me from an embarrassing situation. You will find everything you need in the master bedroom. Take your time, and, come meet in the foyer when you're ready. 

Giorno 

You smiled at the propriety of his tone and softly padded around, looking for the master bedroom until you had come to a heavy, ornate door that almost seemed to open by itself as you touched the handle. Walking inside, absorbing the opulence, your fingers graze the surfaces until you arrive at the beautiful ensemble laid out for you in the bed. It took you a bit of time to get dressed, but it was worth it when your eyes hadn't your reflection. You looked like you had stepped out of a fairytale, flowers adorning your hair and golden motifs running up and down your burgundy gown. 

A woodland fae? The personification of spring? Persephone? Your last guess was confirmed when you had seen Giorno waiting for you in the foyer, spiked crown and all. 

"Ah you're a vision," Giorno's lips curled into a devastatingly alluring smile, plush and inviting… his movements careful, as if he was a deity incarnate with the level of charisma he exuded. 

He had led you to the awaiting limousine, and poured you some champagne. 

"Try to relax, tonight is about having fun… tonight I'm just Giogio," 

You took the glass with a small smile, looking at the gilded bottle you knew it probably cost more than your rent for the month and held it up waiting for him to think up a toast. 

"To… new beginnings," 

Your eyebrows pulled together but you clicked your glass against his and took a small sip, holding his eyes the entire time. His hand inched closer to you, until his knuckle nonchalantly brushed your thigh, and you had realised that the vehicle had stopped. 

Damn 

That wolfish smile returned and you flushed, wondering if he somehow had managed to infiltrate your thoughts. 

The atmosphere at the party was electrifying and a feast for your senses. It didn't take long for the other associates to find you and soon you were indulging in the best food and drink between dancing and revelling with Mista, Trish and Narancia. Even Abbacchio, who had asked you to call him Leone, smiled and relaxed with wine-reddened cheeks as he and Bruno spoke with a few patrons dripping in expensive jewellery. As the hours whittled away, you could have sworn everyone's expressions had taken on somewhat of a predatory gaze, each had settled with a partner, and the loud raucous shouts had been replaced by sultry murmurs and feather light touches. 

Air… you needed air- you had gone from feeling like you were at the top of the food chain to prey, unsure of who… what  had been hunting you. You had finally elbowed your way outside, allowing the soft cool breeze to waft over you. The moon was bright, full and illuminated the deserted street, you could have sworn you were alone.

"Is this overwhelming for you?" You turned around to face Giorno, the liquid silk of his voice was betrayed by the feral energy in his eyes. 

"I think I just needed some space, the energy changed in there so suddenly,"

"It's what happens at these kinds of places," 

"What exactly…" unsure of how to phrase your question you trailed off, still slowly drowning in the panic that tried to move your body away from that place. Giorno's eyes devoured you again as he spoke, and you could have sworn that there was a crimson glow to them, emeralds dipped in blood. 

"So perceptive… although I'd never have picked you otherwise, there's only so far a pretty face will take you, come, I've somewhere fascinating to show you," his voice was a purr that resonated with something deep within your being, so you had followed him despite every other alarm bell sounding in your head. 

Giorno had led you back through the party, towards an elevator that had taken you to yet another penthouse. 

How many of these does he have? You thought, your eyes taking in the warm inviting interiors. 

"This is for everyone's use… these parties tend to get… well you've experienced it first hand," said Giorno, as he shed the cape and crown, looking more like the man you had worked for than God of the underworld. Suddenly self-conscious of your own headpiece your hands moved to remove it when he had asked you to leave it on. 

"You know, I always catch you sneaking glances my way, squirming at every little innocent touch, it's all so cute. But then again, it's always been that way with you… coquettish little smiles, oblivious to what they do to people…" his fingers trailed from your pert lips down your jaw to your neck, his eyes followed as if he were tracing the very veins beneath your skin. 

"Giorno I…" 

"Do you object?" His voice was a purr, and when you had hastily shaken your head it was all the invitation he needed. The soft material of the dress pooled around your feet as you slid off his jacket and shirt. He guided you towards the bedroom and eased you into the bed, making quick work of ridding you of your underwear until you lay bare before him. Any attempts at concealing yourself were thwarted when he pinned your wrists above  your head and let his mouth trail kisses over your body and then back up to your mouth. His kisses swallowed up your moans, your hands had found their way to his hair and his to your arousal soaked slit. 

"Already? let's take care of this then," groaned Giorno as he slipped his fingers into you one at a time, smiling broader each time, nipping your skin with his teeth as you clenched around his machinations. You were aware of his throbbing arousal that twitched against you as pretty little sounds escaped your lips.  When he was certain that you were stretched out enough, he gently lowered himself onto you, giving you a moment to adjust to him before building up a rhythm with your bucking hips.  

Having lost count of how many times you had peaked you were on the cusp of yet another release, tears streaking across your face, your body jerking at the lightest of touches when Giorno had pulled himself out of you, chuckling at your bratty whine. 

"So needy, bella, look at the mess you're making," he paused to take in your form, cursed under his breath and hissed "I must have you right now, forgive me," 

You were too spent to wonder why he asked for forgiveness but had gotten your answer when you saw his incisors grow and glint in his mouth before he gently plunged them into your neck. You thought the terror would have brought you crashing down to earth but that initial pinch was replaced with euphoria. As the waves of pleasure washed over you, Giorno had sheathed himself into you completely, and after a few well placed thrusts you both reached your climax, your mind going blank from simultaneously being drained and filled… and then nothingness. 

Your eyes slowly opened to gentle sunlight streaming through the openings in the curtain. Propping yourself on shaky arms you managed to sit up when the haze of the precious night cleared and you remembered what had happened. Your hand shot up to your neck but the skin felt as it always did, not a hint of pain at all. 

"I made sure it healed while you were asleep… good morning sunshine," 

You leapt out of bed pulling the sheet with you, trying to stare down the amusement in Giorno's eyes, fighting (rather unsuccessfully) the heat spreading to your cheeks. 

"You're… a vampire?! And you're just sitting there reading the newspaper as if you weren't trying to kill me last night?" 

"Well I wasn't trying to kill you, I'd never do that, now please, join me," he said with an outstretched hand. Still wrapped in the sheet, you sat across him, basking in the sunshine. "Wait, why aren't you sparkling or bursting into flames? You're in the sun!" 

Giorno rolled his eyes with a groan, "I can't account for that sparkling nonsense, but our vulnerability to sunshine is a carefully crafted lie," he paused to look at the bustle in the streets before continuing "look at all of them, so carefree, unguarded, totally unaware of they kinds of creatures they're dwelling amongst," 

"I see, so… how old are you?" 

"I've lived through a few… events, witnessed a couple turns of the century," answered Giorno. 

"And are they all… you know?" His wry smile was enough of an answer. You had spent the better part of that morning quelling your curiosity and Giorno had answered all your questions willingly. Man or monster or some amalgamation of beautiful beast, the being that sat before had captivated you in a way that no other had before. Unbeknownst to you, a similar thought had been flickering in Giorno's mind too, hundreds of years on this earth and even more lovers and none had left an impression as indelible as you had in the limited time that you had spent with him. The words had escaped your lips before you properly had a chance to think, but none was as shocked as he was. 

"I want you to turn me" 

[jellyluchi]

Birthday Blues

A/N: A fic for my lovely @widdlepeetsselfship for their birthday! It's originally with Cannella, her OC.

Pairing: Formaggio x Reader Genre: NSFW Warnings: Reader wears a dress and does makeup has tits and pussy, coercive sex, non-consensual to dubious consent. man handling, degradation, PIV sex, praise kink, daddy kink Summary: Formaggio wants to treat you to the best birthday ever but not without a price!

Fifteen minutes past noon is when you feel a slight shake, sunlight dancing on your closed eyelids like small fireworks. Shuffling away from whatever disturbance had the audacity to disrupt your slumber,you try to go back to sleep. A faint whisper comes from somewhere above…

“…wake up babe… sweetie baby!” He calls your name

The voice grows louder, bringing you out of the perfect dream you were having, of lavish desserts and expensive getaways to some otherworldly place. Disgruntled, you groan, opening your eyes to find your boyfriend hovering over your half-asleep form. 

“Maggio…” you say groggily. “Why’re you awake so early…” 

“Early? Babe It’s past noon, perfect time to wake up!” He gives you a goofy grin, one that would lighten your mood if you were not between waking and sleeping. You stare at him, slightly annoyed and not clearly thinking at all. 

Without a word, you try to turn back to sleep only for your boyfriend to grab you by the shoulders. 

“Hey hey hey, woah woah! Hold on, are you forgetting what today is?” He gives you a rare incredulous look and you realize for once he’s being sincere. 

“Fuck, did I forget out anniversary?” The expression of pure confusion with the combination of your half lidded eyes and bed head makes Formaggio howl with laughter. 

“Amore, it’s your birthday.” The emphasis on the words takes a minute to sink into your mind. You look at him for a couple more seconds. 

“Oh… okay.” 

“Don’t ‘oh, okay’ me! Get ready baby, we’re going out for breakfast. I wouldn’t be called Formaggio if I didn't even take out my sweetie baby on their birthday.” He caresses your cheeks affectionately, as if handling a feisty cat for the first time. It’s not how he would handle a real cat, being absolute dogshit with animals as he is. Yet the affectionate touch is enough to convince you. “Doll up for me real nice, I wanna see you in that dress.. You know the one.” 

Formaggio winks as you pout at back, unclear to him whether because he asked you to get up or because of the demand to dress up to his choices. You sigh, even if you have much of an option there's a certain entertainment in humoring your boyfriend’s whims and knowing you’re most likely about to get free food is enough motivation to wake up past noon. Balancing yourself,you let yourself sit up.

“That’s my baby.” He whispers, bringing a slight blush to your face that you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing. 

Watching him leave the room, you flip over the covers and drag yourself to the bathroom, determined to look your best. And Formaggio, being the experienced boyfriend he is, expects the time it takes for you to get ready. A rookie version of himself would have become impatient with waiting for his partner. But as he has learned and in your wise words…‘glam like this takes time.’

But it’s completely worth the wait as you walk out of your bedroom with your hair tied, a couple of hoop earrings, radiantly shiny gloss, a fur shawl, all brought together by a baby pink dress, the sweetheart neckline of which falls rather low. The glitter eyeshadow of your lids twinkle with the natural light in your shared apartment. You’d be damned if you don’t look your absolute best on your motherfucking birthday. Being the type of man he is, Formaggio barely feels inadequate standing next to his goddess of a partner. 

In true Italian fashion, he grins at you with arms wide open as if to try and give you a hug. Grabbing your shoulders, he almost shakes you with mirth. “You look fantastic.” His handsome grin is more than a little overwhelming and You pretend it doesn’t make your heart flip flop in your chest, looking away. 

“You look pretty handsome.” It's an understatement. Despite only adorning a blazer with a mesh shirt underneath, somehow Formaggio makes it look runway ready. Curse him and his beautiful tummy. 

Clutching your purse, you walk to the door with him in tow, going down to the parking lot.

“Wait, bella, hold on.” While you try to walk out of the building, expecting him to take you there by foot, he has other plans. He produces something from his pocket, setting it down on the ground before giving it space. Within seconds, the tiny thing turns into a car. His latest loot from some random citizen no doubt. “We’re not walking today, my love,” he quips. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go inside.  “After you.” 

Impressed, you give him a pleased smile. “We aren’t late are we?” You ask, as he wasn’t waiting for you just because you wanted to get the perfect eyeliner for almost thirty minutes. 

“Nope! There’s no such thing as being late where we’re going.” You quirk an eyebrow.. “Don’t worry, mio amore, you’ll like it.” 

Quickly racking your  brain for options, you  let yourself think wishfully just a little bit. “Are we going to the new restaurant that opened up a few blocks from here?” You ask, perking up at the thought. Only for your expression to fall when Formaggio howls with laughter as he buckles his seatbelt. “Not at all. You’ll like this even better!” 

The car ride is anything but silent, Formaggio rambling about this and that, yet he refuses to share his birthday plans.. But no matter, instead, you start listing the designer items on the latest Vogue Italia that you wish to get as gifts. It’s, by no means, a demand for him to buy them immediately. However, it’s quite a large hint at what he should aim to steal next. 

Surely Formaggio is no fool. And as his partner expects, he produces another miniscule object from his pocket. He can’t get enough of your excited gaze into his hand. 

It’s an antique necklace that looks worth at least $10,000. You're no fool either, knowing not to question your boyfriend's sources and methods when it comes to the spontaneous gifts he gets her. 

“It’s beautiful…” you whisper, eyes twinkling to reflect the light from the necklace’s decoration. Taking it from his hand, you put it on, finally arriving at the destination. 

“Mcdonald’s.” An amused look crosses you. .

“Yup, your favorite.” 

You’re not sure whether to be excited or exasperated. Cheap fast food on your birthday… while dressed to the nines. You  reluctantly get out of the stolen car, not waiting for Formaggio to open the door, pretending to be a perfect gentleman. Contemplating, You secretly wonder if Formaggio met with Prosciutto behind your back for a presentation on conduct and etiquette. Not that he could hold up such a persona for very long. 

And as expected, he throws his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly walking into the establishment without even holding the door to the entrance. 

It doesn’t take long for you two to order some food, chicken nuggets, a shake, some fries. He gets a soda for himself. But as per Formaggio’s predictions, it wouldn’t be the only thing you eat that day. 

“You sure you want that drink, babe?” he asks. 

“Well of course, you should already know my order by now.” You take a sip of her boyfriend’s soda, sideying him rather openly. 

“Then what about the drinks we’re gonna have after?”

“What drinks?” You suddenly perk up, handing his soda back. 

“Y’know the coffee with the syrups and all that, I don’t really get it.” 

“We’re getting frappuccinos afterwards?” You can’t hide your excitement even if you try. And at Formaggio’s sheepish grin, you give him a bright smile, holding your boyfriend’s face in your hands. For a moment in your enthusiasm you forget the rest of the world. 

“Maggio, I could kiss you!”

“Well then why don’t you?” Suddenly flirtatious, he moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Wait, not in front of these people.” You’re sure people are already giving looks your way from being dressed the way you are, and it almost crumbles your confidence. 

“C’mon, sugar,” He encourages. Formaggio has always welcomed PDA with open arms. Unlike his disgruntled partner who would often even reject his affections if it was too crowded or busy. Yet it never makes him stop persisting. “Just a small one… it’ll be quick.” 

Formaggio already begins to descend upon your lips when he whispers the words and you have no choice but to accept his kiss with no resistance. Holding him by the blazer jacket, you are still against him as he plants a few soft chaste kisses to your lips. Only to hold you by the chin and gently pry your lips open, allowing him to taste the inside of your mouth. 

Formaggio’s tongue takes the form of pure ecstasy, making you shiver from the intimacy. 

An awkward cough makes you two separate in a haste.

“Your fries and nuggets…” the waitress respectfully places the food at the table as Formaggio gleefully receives it. All while you silently fume. There was no need for her to interrupt and humiliate you this way; the waitress would display far better service by simply not saying anything whatsoever. Munching on nuggets and fries with extra gusto, you can’t wait to leave for those frappuccinos.  

“Woah, slow down there, babe. Here, take my soda.” As Formaggio offers his drink, he chats casually, a similar back and forth you experienced in the car, leaves you feeling somewhat calmer. Eventually, forgetting you felt wronged at all. Every memory of your shitty dates to fast food chains flashes within your mind and a helpless smile forms around your lips. 

“What’re you smiling about, sweetheart?” 

But you don't have the capacity to be sappy in the middle of Mcdonald’s. 

“Nothing. Let’s go, I’m done.” Reapplying some lip gloss, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his burger, a last minute purchase he got hungry midway through the date. 

Finally exiting the restaurant, Formaggio drives to your favorite coffee shop, noting the good mood you’re in after having fast food for breakfast. He reminisces about Prosciutto once telling him off for craving a burger early in the morning, saying he’d find no one that matches his tastes so closely. ‘Eat shit, old man’ he thinks. 

Parking in front of the shop, he’s barely able to walk out of the car before you’re already opening the door and marching in. 

Considering Formaggio hardly has anything to eat from such a place, he’s in no hurry and only thinks of his plan once you’re done here… He takes his time, walking into the coffee shop with nonchalant strides, finding you in line to order and picks a seat to wait for you there. Somehow it always takes at least ten minutes for your drink to arrive, boring him to no end, never understanding your enthusiasm for a place like this. Where there is more sugar than coffee. But really, the thing he comes to see is your smile, full of food and sugar as you should be. 

Formaggio insists you drink at the coffee shop, making up some bullshit about the nice atmosphere and how much you seem to like it. And given your perky disposition at the moment, he suspects you won’t anticipate his plans, ignoring the burning in his groin at the thought.  

Patience is a virtue they say, one that Formaggio tethers himself to by a thin string, waiting for you to be satisfied and gesture for him to leave. He calms his nerves, settling himself back into the bastardly grin after rubbing his short hair by the side. It’s time…

Naples is known for its narrow alleys and hideaways, making it easy for Formaggio to locate a little hole in the wall between the building adjacent to the coffee shop. Pulling you with him, he eagerly near-drags you to a space where the sunlight doesn’t reach, completely shrouding you from the eyes of the public… almost. He’s sure any noise at this point of the day would be heard by nearby pedestrians. 

“What’s going on?” Your curious, somewhat alert voice asks him as he corners you into a wall. 

Brushing a hand over your shoulders, he lays a lecherous gaze over you in the dress. In his humble opinion, it fits too well. How is he to resist a squeeze or two? And what better time than your birthday. His stare doesn’t go unnoticed by his partner, heating your cheeks both in alarm and flustering alike. Grabbing your hips, Formaggio pins your back, leaving no room for escape. 

“Just a little fun, you wouldn’t leave me hanging on your birthday right?” He doesn’t wait for the reply, kissing along your neck and collarbone, wetting them within seconds. 

“Maggio!...” You want to yell, to shout. But your words only turn to sounds of pleasure, your mouth uncooperative with your brain. It’s unbecoming of you, yet you can’t bring yourself to stop him; his grip too strong, his touch too heavenly. Breathing heavily, you take his kisses as you did during breakfast. Except Formaggio is far less gentle this time, demanding more with tongue, making you whine, trying to push him off by the shoulders. 

He chuckles into his kiss, as if your fists are nothing but child’s play. 

“Settle down, sweetie…” Looking at you with lustful eyes, he says. You realize his irises almost disappear from the lack of light, making them appear as dark as abyss. A strange mix of shame and arousal swirl within you, trying to fight the feeling. “Oh don’t be like that, darling,” he says darkly, a hand already pressing between your legs to dig into your underwear. “Ya look too good in that dress for me to let this go… c’mon, I got the food and the drinks…” 

As the pieces fall into place within your mind, you understand his enthusiasm to leave for breakfast, his urgency for you to finish your coffee… the bastard only wanted to bed you. Or well.. You realize it’s not much of a bed, standing panting against the wall. 

As Formaggio’s thin string of patience finally snaps, he’s no longer satisfied, only grinding against your hips. Flipping you to your front against the wall, he allows himself to unsheath the burning cock from within his pants. 

“Wait!” His partner’s words fall on deaf ears as he forces you to bend to his whims. The pink dress rides up, revealing your wetness to him easily, how perfect that it should be so short, so easily accessible. 

“Just like a common whore,” he murmurs. She could only clutch the wall the dear life as he teases her entrance slowly, covering himself in your arousal. “Stop it, Maggio…” she you whine, the resistance of your mouth not matching the anticipation of your body. And within seconds, you find yourself full of him to the brim. Panting helplessly, you try to keep yourself quiet. But your boyfriend only makes it more difficult, bending atop your back to kiss your neck and claw at your breasts.. 

“Sweet doll, ya always take me so well,” the grin is apparent in his voice, even if she can’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. Biting your lip, you let her body jerk to his thrusts, not trusting your voice to be of any use. 

It disgruntled your boyfriend a little bit, who is enthused by your noises during intimacy. He moves his hips faster in hopes of getting more out of you. “You’re doing so well, doll…my personal whore. Dressing like that just ‘cause I said so.” He takes a moment to chuckle, encircling his arms over your stomach to knead the soft flesh. 

At long last, his wish is fulfilled as you moan out a helpless “daddy…” in which he relishes. 

Laughing still, he kisses over your back where it’s exposed. “So sweet.” It doesn’t stop him from continuing to thrust, now clearly chasing orgasm without paying mind to your needs. You hold still, realizing he would be cumming inside you. 

“Wait please! Maggio!” 

But your words are interrupted by your own orgasm, taking you by surprise when you squeeze him tight, making him plant his seed inside you within seconds.

“Fuck,” you whisper. Hearing him sigh, and pull out, You straighten yourself, worried about the condition of your dress and hair. You’ll have to reapply that lipstick. As Formaggio zips his pants, you fuss over the rumpled creases. 

“I’ll take ya home, so you can get changed,” he says, clearly not as concerned. 

“I’m not sitting in the car with your cum inside me!” 

“Do you have a choice?” He challenges. “Or did ya want me to eat ya out before we go?” 

You hit him up the shoulder. “It’s not funny, Maggio!” Huffing, you make your way to the car, hoping no one notices the trail of white down your thigh. 

Scoffing, Formaggio follows, wishing you a mockery of a “happy birthday.” 

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[junosartsthetic]

Maybe Kakyoin for the smutty hc/drabble, please?

I will try my best (I have completely forgotten the poor soul's personality). I (re)watched part 3 for the gilf and the frenchman ONLY. So forgive me if anything is ooc. Also aged-up ofc.

Warning(s): everyone-lives AU, college AU, aged-up characters, general sex-talk, nsfw, minors do not interact

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Noriaki Kakyoin

He’s not the best at initiating affection

Something about having a pretty solitary childhood

He can get pretty nervous around you

He has to stop and catch his breath when you bring up the idea of sex

He’s. . . awkward. . . at first

But you laugh and guide him through, having to take control the first few times until he feels confident enough

You don’t mind 

After all

You’d do anything for him

And he picks up on things pretty quickly

Of all the people you’ve had sex with

He’s the most considerate

“Does that hurt?”

“Need me to slow down?”

“We can stop if you’re tired.”

And also has a sweet habit of assuring you of how good you’re doing

“You look beautiful.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt? You’re doing so well.”

“Thank you. . . for being patient.”

“No, tonight is about you. Tell me what you want.”

He’s a kind soul at heart

But also still a young adult with way too many hormones sometimes

“Sweetheart, I would love nothing more than to slip under the covers with you, but I have an essay to write, Nori.”

“Anything I can do to help you finish?”

“Nori. . . !”

“Your essay, I mean.”

“You’re a little bastard sometimes. You’ve been hanging with Jotaro too much.”

[karskilledme]

Confessin Narancia x Reader

Hello, I didn’t proof read this but I gotta post it because I’ve been having bad writers block and low confidence about how the things I am writing are turning out. Anyways I hope you enjoy!!!

Summary - Reader is hurt in battle but they’re gonna feel better cause they get some Narancia hang out time. 

Word count - 1317

Warnings - None

Read below the cut! <3

Beaten, battered, totally crushed. That’s the best way I could describe myself right now. Cuts and scrapes littered my body and surely the feeling in my head was a concussion. It was hard to keep myself from groaning while the medic bandaged me. Luck had been on my side in some sense, I wasn’t dead at least. My eyes grew heavier by the second as the pain meds the medic administered did their job. 

Big purple puppy dog eyes greeted me mere inches from my face. My body screamed as I recoiled in shock, still sore from the fight before. A groan escaped me as I clutched my side. 

“Ah Nara, how long have I been sleepin?” I grumbled, the dryness in my throat becoming quickly apparent. Narancia jumped up and fumbled over a bottled water to me, concern plastered on his face. “(Y/n)! I’ve been so worried about you dummy! You’ve been sleepin and ignoring me for 2 days.” He exclaimed. I choked on the water mid chug and met him with disbelief. “Two days!?! How could you let me sleep so long? You should have slapped me awake!” Narancia pinched my cheek with a mock frown and leaned in closer. 

“You owe me a double movie night AND you have to listen to my mixtape.” He declared. I gasped in fake shock and clutched my chest. “Don’t I deserve some mercy? I’ve been beaten, battered, struck down by my foe!” I cried out. Narancia let go of my cheek and promptly turned on his heel, throwing a quick glance back at me. “There shall be no mercy! The court orders you to my room tonight.” He said and quickly left. 

Soft knocking pulled me out of my Narancia filled day dreams. “Come in!” I called out. The door opened to reveal the spotted Bruno Bucchiarati. Bruno met me with a soft smile, not pitying but full of concern and respect. “(Y/n)... I came to apologize to you.” He started, sitting on the stool beside me. I knit my brows in confusion and opened my mouth to protest. He cut me off with a gesture of the finger and continued. “Please, I should have gauged the enemy better. As your Capo it’s my responsibility to assign missions best suited for you. I failed you this time.” His words were touching but entirely unnecessary. “Not your fault Capo. Not like you can predict the future and I know you always do your best and all.” I said. Bruno smiled again and sighed with the shake of his head. “You’re too kind to me. I’m glad you’re ok.” He paused and his once sweet smile glinted with devious intent. “I know Narancia was very worried about you. Going on about you. “Cuore Mio, I should have beat that bastard up!”.” He said, doing a rather poor impression of Narancia’s antics. I chuckled in an attempt to hide my embarrassment and gave Bruno a soft punch on the arm. “So you’ve got a devious side to you after all hmm?” I said. Bruno stood from his seat and let out a soft chuckle. “I keep it well hidden. Rest up (Y/n)” He said, taking his leave.

After another check in with the medic I managed to escape the little aid station type room and slink off to my own. Somebody had changed me since my fight and while I appreciated it, these were my least favorite jammies. It was already night so I definitely wasn’t putting on real clothes just freshens. I slid on my favorite sweats and an orange tshirt, maybe not so secretly stolen from Narancia. Not like he cared. He always gushed about how we twined and how cute I looked when I wore it. All freshened up it was finally time to meet up with the silly boy I had been thinking about all day. 

Rap music poured out from under Narancia’s door, no use knocking I guess. I flung open the door, caution to the wind, and was met with immediate regret. Narancia was changing, currently shirtless and free of his usual headband. He shot his head towards me and screamed prompting me to scream too. I whipped around and shut the door, only ceasing my screaming once I was done. The music switched off almost immediately and the sound of his panicked pacing was all that was left. I could tell he was walking back and forth by the sound. My heart beat rapidly within me, threatening to break loose if I removed my hand from atop it. God, how could one guy be so darn cute? 

“Narancia?” I started, now turned to the door once more. No answer. “I’m real sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you, that was really dumb of me. I’m so dumb. I’m sorry. I-” I paused again, face getting hotter by the minute as the image wouldn’t leave my mind. “I’ll just go and we can-” The door swung open, cutting me off. Narancia stood, peeking around the half open door. His face was flushed red and his eyes averted mine. “I’m sorry, you can punch me when I’m healed if you want.” I offered. Narancia looked at me and pouted. He stepped from behind the door and dragged me inside. “Why would I want to punch you? You may be a pervert but you’re still my friend (Y/n).” He said, pushing his finger between my brows to guide me onto the bed. I let out a laugh and allowed myself to fall from his soft push. “I’m not a pervert, you just listen to your music too loud because you don’t want to be able to hear when you’re old.” I retorted. Narancia stuck out his tongue and flopped beside me, remote in hand. 

Two movies and countless snacks in tiredness was invading. “Let’s end with this one Nara, I’m so sleepy.” I whined. Purple eyes peered down at me before quickly growing with concern. He paused the movie and jumped up from the bed. “You’re bleedin!” He exclaimed. I reached my hand up to my cheek and sure enough there was blood. Narancia had rushed to the bathroom, returning with some tissue in hand. He pressed it to my cheek, face to face with me. His purple eyes that were usually so full of teenage spunk were carefully focused, similar to how he looked in battle. I couldn’t help but stare. As he wiped the blood his warm breath tickled my lips. His mouth was slightly parted with his tongue poking out ever so slightly. “Thank you.” I whispered. My voice seemingly broke him out of his focused trance, he jumped ever so slightly but made no attempt to back up. He beamed a cheeky smile at me “Course!”. He took the tissue off my face and made motion to leave. Instinctually I reached out and grabbed him by the upper arm. “Nara.” I started. He turned to me, puppy like confusion on his face, he hummed. “I want to kiss you. I’m not a romantic or anything I don’t know… If you don’t wanna I-” His chapped lips met mine with inexperienced haste and just for a millisecond. Before I could even think he trotted off to throw away the tissue. My cheeks lit ablaze for what must have been the millionth time today. Narancia returned from his bathroom, a blush evident, and flopped back on the bed. “I was really worried about you. I’m not like good at romance either but I know that when I think of you my heart feels really fuzzy and good so… yeah.” He said, trailing off as he went.I chuckled and walked over to the bed next to him. “Imagine having a crush on a pervert like me.” I joked before leaping to straddle him. “I like you too, zuccherino~”.

[joestarfoundation]

JOJOS: Tight, virgin and warm. . .

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

AN: I didn't include Jolyne because she's missing an essential body part (cock) for this post, but I guess she'd be in prompt 2

JoJos x Fem!Reader

First time anal<3

nsfw link: Jonathan, Don! Giorno | If you want to experiment it, you will have to be the one to take the initiative in this case. You had already had vaginal sex, but this was different from before. Before starting the action, your husband would eat you out first, so you can relax, his long fingers preparing your tight entrace. After that, he would carefully enter, his pace would first be quite slow, since he wouldn't want to hurt you, but if you insist, maybe he would consider fucking you harder<3

nsfw link: Joseph, Josuke | On the other hand, he would be the one to take the initiative here. Of course your pussy is perfect, but he has touched himself more than once thinking what it would be like to feel your petite ass around his cock. So after an intense make-out session, you obviously being on top of him, his rough hands would start squeezing your ass, removing your skirt, and later your panties. Your eagerness with his would be quite comical, just imagine sinking into his dick, making sure you fill the right hole. Once you had gotten used to his dick inside your ass, there was no turning back. His thrusts were brutal, they were so strong that each thrust made you bounce like a ragdoll. It's not his fault, tho. It's not his fault that your butt is so tight and perfect:((

nsfw link: Jotaro, Johnny | Anal was something that had come to mind, but he had no intention of practicing it with you, well at least not until now. It's not that he doesn't feel like it, not at all, several times he had gotten hard when imagining what it would be like to feel his cock inside your asshole, He preferred to do other kinks with you. However, one day you waited for him in bed with a precious butt plug resting between your ass cheeks. Impossible not to be turned on by that. He replaced the butt plug with his cock, slowly filling you. At first it was quite slow, so that both of you could get used to the sensation, but after a few minutes, his pace was quite abrupt. Oh, it was so pleasurable, maybe this was the reason you guys hadn't tried this before, he would lose all control, his hands slapping your ass and his cock destroying your insides.

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My Little Cherry (Kakyoin x Reader, Smut)

Hngh yes anon! I apologize for making you wait for this! Also, as a side note, I'm pretty sure my ask box ate someone's request because it's saying I have more asks than are showing...

Request: ok ok so i got an ideeea...I need a smut with kakyoin catching s/o touching herself but cannot manage to make herself cum so kakyoin helps her..?

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut (under the cut MINORS DNI), gn!reader(no pronouns used but reader has breasts and pussy), masturbation (reader), oral (reader receiving)

A/N: This takes place just after Stardust, a few years after, and both you and Kakyoin are in University (something about Kakyoin and Jotaro being college students is such an appetizing thought ≖‿≖).

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With a loud, frustrated groan rumbling from your throat, you shove away your textbooks and flop back down to the bed. Today had felt off the moment you had woken up. It was hard to focus in class and on lectures, and even harder to concentrate on assignments that were due by the end of the week. They weren't hard necessarily, but you just couldn't muster up the willpower or focus to push through the oppressing haze that plagued your mind today.

Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind run with too many thoughts to keep track of. You could call Jotaro and Kakyoin, and see if they're free to hang out? You could afford the day off and you know that seeing your red-headed boyfriend would greatly improve your mood. Maybe you could even convince him of some other activities that involved just you and him. Alone. The idea gets quickly tossed out the window when you remember the major assignments that both of them had. Jotaro seems to have really buckled down when it comes to school. And as much as Kakyoin adored you, and never left you unsatisfied, his schoolwork was important to him and it would be a lost cause to try and shift his attention away from it.

With a deep sigh, your lips pull into a small smile. Just thinking about Kakyoin lifted your mood some. You remember seeing him for the first time upon joining the little ragtag group: he was respectful but somewhat distant. The more time you spent with him throughout the journey, the more found comfort in one another. What started as small talk and quick, blunt conversations turned into something more meaningful and fulfilling. The impromptu friendship had turned into something much more by the end of the journey. From there, you remember your first kiss, shared with him after reuniting from Dio's defeat. Your smile grows wider as you recall your first date, and the many that came afterwards before your mind lands on your first time with him.

Your mind fills with many replays of that night, most notably, the way Kakyoin had laid you down on the bed gently and made love to you. You remember his lips trailing up your neck, laying soft kisses along the way to his body pressing against yours, and the way you both shared a heated kiss, cut short with a simultaneous gasp when he finally pushed himself inside your plush walls. Unconsciously, your hands started to trail over your body, smoothing over the dips and curves, just how Kakyoin would do if he were here right now. Maybe this is what you need to relax.

With the redhead fresh in your mind, you continue to tease yourself as your mind conjures very lewd ideas of what you and Kakyoin do when you're alone. A hand slides to your breast from over your shirt, gently grasping the flesh and letting your other hand trail south. You let out a soft moan as you slowly press your hand down your shorts, grazing over the soft materials of your panties, already feeling a slight wet spot. You take it slow, letting your hand massage your breast while the other slowly teases you, your mind running wild with the memories of the nights you and Kakyoin shared, so vivid and fresh in your mind that you could almost hear his voice in your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

Feeling yourself clench just a little bit as you rub your little nub, your breath hitches and you finally pull your shorts down, tossing them off to the side. Biting your lip to muffle any noises, you slowly run your hands along your body, feeling the dips and curves, imagining Kakyoin's bigger ones were running along your body, gently squeezing. Letting your legs fall open slowly, you make your way to your pussy, teasing yourself. Before long, you can't seem to take your own teasing touches and you take off your shorts and panties, finally rubbing circles and drawing shapes, spreading your wetness all around, your sensitivity causing your hips to wiggle. Keeping one hand occupied on your pussy, you bring your free hand up to your breast again, eager to squeeze and massage your breast.

"Mm, Kakyoin..." You trail off. You tease your nipple through your shirt and clench around nothing. Your mind continues to fuel the fire that begins to burn in your core. You abandon your breast in favor of reaching down to spread your lips open, revealing your inner pink to the warm air. Sliding a finger down some more, you quickly coat the appendage and slide it in with a choked-off whimper. You wiggle your finger around before pulling it out and sliding it in. Your head tilts back and you groan softly into the quiet room. "More, I need more," you whimper out to the 'imaginary' Kakyoin. He loves to tease you, even when you beg so pretty for him. He just can't help but keep you on the edge. You tease a second finger before sliding it in. You take your two fingers like a champ, wasting no time in finding a satisfying pace, your hips beginning to meet your rhythm. "F-fuck, baby, feels so good," you moan out. Feeling a little extra needy, you begin to pick up the pace a bit, eager to feel the rush of an orgasm take away the stresses of today. Your mind replays your alone time with Kakyoin like a movie.

A whimper escapes your throat as the vivid imagery in your head keeps you on edge, seemingly not enough no matter how deeply you lean into them. Taking a deep breath, you push the slight build of frustration that's bubbling up inside of you down and take things a bit slower once more, choosing to tease yourself some more. You massage your breast and pinch your nipples, focusing more on the thought of Kakyoin's hands, how slim his fingers are and just how deep they can go, how they can reach right up to your sensitive spots that have you rolling your hips along to his movements.

"Kakyoin... please..." You whine out as your two digits buried inside of your plush walls try to sink in all the way, just barely grazing your innermost heat but they just don't feel the same. Even rolling your hips isn't enough to get your fingers deep enough. You decide to focus on his voice as well, how deep it gets when he's in the mood, full of lust and adoration.

"You look so beautiful, darling."

"I love how you look when I bring you to the edge over and over again..."

"Why don't you spread your legs for me, hm? Show me where you need me most, love."

Your eyes shoot open as a familiar voice rings louder than the one in your head. Your eyes lock with darkened lavender ones as Kakyoin stands under the doorway, a smirk on his lips. You feel more heat rising to your face at being caught in such a compromising position, even if it's by your lover. He wastes no time in walking over to you and climbing onto the bed.

"Do you need some help, love?" Kakyoin chuckles softly, his hands coming up to rub your legs and gently squeeze your thighs.

"Please..." You almost whimper out, pulling out your two fingers and before you can wipe them off, Kakyoin catches your wrist and brings his mouth over your two digits, humming as he swirls his slick and devious tongue over them and savors your taste. You don't know if you could blush any harder, but another rush of heat fills you up again and your walls pulse around nothing. You moan when Kakyoin slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth, laving his tongue as he pulls them away, making your insides clench. "You taste so good, I hope you know that." He flashes you a smile and doesn't give you a chance to react as he dives straight for your glistening pussy. You gasp but it's quickly choked off by a loud moan as the redhead's lethal tongue swipes your clit and slit and begins to swirl.

Your thighs close around his head and he doesn't bother to pry them back open, loving the feeling of your plush thighs around his head. Instead, he wraps his forearms around them, squeezing your thighs roughly, hard enough to let you know there will be bruises later on, not that you care. The tip of his tongue dips just ever-so-slightly into your entrance before pulling away, applying suction to your clit and making your eyes roll back.

"Mm, K-Kakyoin, please!" You practically squeal as your hands go straight for his hair, threading through before gently grabbing onto a fistful and pulling him into your throbbing core, rolling and bucking your hips into his mouth and eager tongue. "F-fuck that feels good!"

You continue to moan and roll your hips as Kakyoin brings you closer and closer to the edge with ease. Knowing how he likes to be a tease, you make sure to hold onto him, keeping his mouth directly on your pussy as you feel the buildup becoming stronger and stronger before the swirling of his tongue, and a well-timed suck to your throbbing clit, cause a final snap and your walls pulse, coating Kakyoin's mouth and chin with your sweet release.

The whimpers and moans you make are sending Kakyoin up the wall as he groans against your core, letting you ride out your orgasm on his tongue and helping you through it, feeling his cock twitch as your plush thighs clamp and jitter around his head. He feels your hand loosen in his hair and your thighs slowly release his head from their pillowy prison. He pulls away from your core with a teasing, kitten-ish lick and sits on his knees, grinning at you, seeing you sprawled out and a blissed expression on your face as your glossy eyes meet his. This is definitely what you need to relax.

He leans down again and kisses his way up slowly until he's hovering over you and his smile widens as he comes face to face with you. He wipes your slick off his face and leans down to kiss your neck and jaw. "Are you still with me?" He asks teasingly, making goosebumps rise along your skin. You suck in a shaky breath.

You hum and gently tug his hair and your lips meet in a sensual kiss. He lowers himself onto you and you can feel his poking erection through his pants, feeling it throb. "Need some help with that?" You pull away with a coy smile, making Kakyoin hum pleasantly as he begins to nip at your neck, eager to leave some marks.

"Perhaps..." He trails off lightly, teasingly. One of his hands reaches for your wrist and begins to run it down his body before you cup the appendage and Kakyion flashes you a look of arousal and adoration, a swirling mix in his lavender eyes.

"It's all yours, my little cherry."

[starry-snippets]

thinking about sitting on kakyoin's lap while he's playing a game. you're settled on his thighs, arms wrapped around his neck while your head rests in the crook. he's distracted when you begin to fall asleep against his chest. red faced and fingers nervously shaking, he finishes his game, just barely winning, and then shakes your shoulder. you only groan at his gentle gesture, half asleep but fully groggy. he chuckles before scooping you up, face entirely flushed when your legs cling to his waist. kakyoin tucks you into bed, ready to head back to his computer when you grasp his fingers. his heart melts at your slow reaction time due to your sleepiness but how you still caught his hand. kakyoin will settle into the bed with you, cuddling you as you drift off again in his warm, secure arms against his sturdy, comforting chest

[inkpot909]

First Love Headcanons: Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

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

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

Warning(s): None.

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

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

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

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

Surely, a relationship would only muddy the waters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That kept you grounded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighs, This should not be taking this long.

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

Well… hopefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

Bruno Bucciarati’s fundamentally different.

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

And scarily enough, you were fine with that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You, however, are not looking at them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

No… they didn’t…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ophelian-darling]

Prompta 94 + 38 with noriyaki kakyoin. He's ready captured you and confessed his love to you and you're still trying to get used to your new home.

"I'm the only one who can understand you"

"You're adorable when you're asleep"

TW: Isolation, Obsession, Implied Stalking and kidnapping, delusional thoughts.

Word Count : 1.3k words.

enjoy ♡

"Smile for me!" 

It's been weeks- at least in your perception. There are certain thoughts of obscurity that gnaw your brain, the effect of Noriaki present even in the scatters of your mind's rambles: Time has no existence except that of the imagination, the more our thinking daubs with life colors, the more we get old. The clouds behind the window marched in a Foggy lane; so dreadful with a beauty of its own.

"Everything is beautiful! our eyes just can't see the bewitching charm of it. it's the human eye that is ugly" 

Noriaki would chatter for hours about everything and nothing. Clutching a brush and standing in front of a canvas, aimlessly coloring a homely sketch in a passion of a Picasso yet in the skill of the Austrian painter, an opinion that God forbid if you shared to him no matter how he insisted you to. Better leave him to swim in a warm sea of his own illusions if it meant that you're out of any disturbing antics he would present. 

A first look at him would tell no secret about the madness veining through him; it's just an introverted classmate with an amateur hobby of painting, someone who isn't recognizable in any way or form. Anyone who sees him scribbling on a paper would think that he's just recording notes for a class, while he is lining a crimson billet-doux. They would think he was fulfilling his class cleaning duty in the evening, while he was wiping the violent evidence of his crimes. They thought he was a sweet boyfriend to walk his lover home, while he was-

"What are you thinking of, Dollface?" 

"Uh-" Instinctively changing your position as you uttered a faux-casual 'nothing', you realized that you were staring through a skylight window for too long, perhaps forgetting (or ignoring?) him as he ordered you to smile. quickly, you put your lips curves to a height that felt awkward, a smile of a rushed family photo. He hummed in response, seemingly buying it so as to complete his 'Masterpiece' (using his words).

"I'm almost done, I can't wait for you to see it" 

"I'm so excited to see it!" you lied, the family photo smile still plastered on your face. 

"This is the best thing I've ever drawn so far" He smiled, cheerfully eyeing your resting figure on the chair "I wanted to paint you in full coloring for so long, and now I'm glad I got the chance to finally do it" 

Just at your left, a wall stood still, dozens of haste sketches hanging on, some semi-completed, others either barely spilled any effort or neglected at their prime, jittery lineaments in dark pencil. You could tell that Noriaki was frustrated with them: they never matched the tableau vivant he carved in his mind's eye; yet they somehow ended up being useful enough to have the honor to be remembered and kept. 

Leisurely, the corners of the house engraved themselves in your memory corridors, so was the daily script of life here: days mimed each other, Noriaki's smiles split into thousands of colors, yet his eyes were ever the same as fake greens; none of them held any normalcy or spontaneity, just faux calmness. In the morning, you both wake up- He's the first to rise from bed, rattling you awake before having breakfast together. His tongue flows when the sun shines, he talks and speaks and laughs and chatters nineteen to the dozen, his voice very clear in your anamnesis yet his words hazy. as your teacup hangs between your thumb and index finger, you focus on the movement of his lips and nod at whatever letter he throws. As the ether discolor into cinnabar, his room is solely altered to be a temple honoring you: poems, paintings and pictures wallpapered the small room in a morbid show of attachment. When the moon is crowned in the sky with stars, The jar of cogitation breaks, and Noriaki would animate his dreams of a family and a blithe life, framing you and him in one iridescent cadre, until the heavy curtain of dreamless slumber falls on your eyes.

"I'm done!" He announced happily "Come take a look" 

You stood up, blood circulating again through the muscles of your backside and thighs. Of course, sitting for two hours in a stiff position to please the Mr.Artist was nowhere of an exertion near his. You just have to sit and look pretty, he would argue.

"It's the best ever! I'm really proud of this one. I've been thinking about making it real for so long, and it's as perfect as I imagined!" The palette in his left hand moved with each word, intonating his speech. He surely was excited- you never got a reaction so enthusiastic from him.

You kept your smile, looking at the product of two hours in front of you.

A dark line rimmed a color that seemed like your skin tone, vigor lines on what you assumed to be the head pastiched your hair, proving even more how much of blind digits he had. The eyes of your own face were closed, an expression you never felt or recognized on your features layered your replica on the canvas. it was what a crow would caw compared to what a nightingale would chant.

"So?" He waited for your approval.

Life with Noriaki taught you a massively important key skill: Lying. your lips curve up, your vocal cords silken as the lie rolls down your tongue "It's really beautiful!" you reach up to his face and kiss his cheek as a 'thank you for bothering yourself to appreciate my beauty'. He basked in your validation and demanded it almost always.

"But I'm kinda curious, why did you draw my eyes closed?" you noticed his smile shift from a saccharine one to egoistic.

"You know you're already cute right? yet not genuinely" He stared at the painting, carrying on "I think that honesty suits your face best. I know that you didn't like the painting, and I know that you never liked any of my sketches or anything I ever made for you" His lips merged into a thin line, a gray flicker flashing in his irises. coolly, he continued "You have that stupid fake kindness about you, you don't want to hurt my feelings, and I hate pressing you to tell me your honest thoughts. I feel like at this point you treat me like a fucking toddler, you encourage and say sugary things to please me… you constantly lie to me to make me happy, and as much as this is caring, it bothers me" 

Your lips sewed themselves. 

"But I found a way. I memorize everything about you every single day, I came to know you more and more. isn't this sweet, My lovely eye candy? I get to understand you better! Now I know just too well about you! Now I'm the only one who can understand you" 

Four eyes widened, two out of pure shock, others out of an unfamiliar emotion, something that sounded like a pink Mania.

"And to answer your question, I realized why I love looking at you sleeping… I couldn't put my finger on it for a year, but the more I see the more I fathom it: you're most vulnerable when you're asleep… all appealing and appetizing and too pure to commit the crime of lying so glibly and beautifully… slumber has just a nice touch on your face, You're truly adorable when you're asleep" 

Thinking has no time to course within your brain. The head of his brush was smudged back in a crimson mix of colors, taking a clot of red and sullying the white canvas, just above the head of your painting. 

"Let's see how honest I can make you"

All red, a human Masterpiece of his.

[jellyluchi]

Rosa's Delightful Disaster

A/N: Concept is not my own, the idea of the transformation chocolate is a prompt from a server!

Pairing: Prosciutto x reader Genre: NSFW. Warnings: Dubious consent, daddy kink, possessive behavior, scent kink, markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, cat hybrid character, reader is called girl Summary: You decide get a box of chocolates for your husband as an extremely last minute Valentine's gift, not realizing the consequences to come.

Includes: Dubcon (?) markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, daddy kink, cat hybrid character, animalistic behavior, reader is called girl, 

You should have known it would come to this the minute you realized it was too late to find any open shops. As you walked down the almost empty streets with the night slowly maturing into a late dark, you thought of going back home and simply making your husband some homemade chocolate from the baking supplies in your cupboards.

It should have been that way… yet you remember spotting the pretty pink lighting of one shop, the only one open so late. You thought it was your only chance, forgetting the previous plan completely, you stare at the neon pink sign reading “Rosa’s Delights.” 

With an inviting interior decorated beautifully, you thought how lucky you must be to find this shop nearly at the dead of night. Dim lights make it somewhat difficult to see the products inside but you were able to spot a few boxes of what seemed like chocolate. 

“May I help you?” A sudden, rather deep voice greeted you from behind and you nearly got a heart attack from it. 

You turned to find a beautiful woman with long pink hair and shimmer green eyes with a hat covering most of her head. Have you seen her before somewhere?...

“Oh yes, I was wondering, are these chocolates on display?” 

The woman chuckles and you look on confusedly. 

“Why yes, they’re quite special. Are you looking to treat someone for a special occasion? Then I’d say they’re perfect.” 

You smiled politely, looking back at the display and being met with five unique boxes. The chocolate held inside was also displayed next to them, looking mouth watering from just the designs. You wondered how rich they must taste. 

“Perfect, I’ll take this one please.” You pointed to a white box with one red gem, the most expensive looking one, practically made for your husband. 

“Of course, right this way.” The heavily cloaked woman led you to the counter and it almost felt as though she wasn’t walking, rather floating on the floor from one place to another. 

She rang you up wrapping the box skilfully before you made your way out of the place with a pep in your step. How exciting you thought it would be to see your husband’s face when he receives his gift.  

Now you almost wished you’d have not gone through with it. Almost. 

Walking into your home, you find your enthusiastic husband greeting you with a kiss, twirling you in his arms before you settle together in the living room. 

“Where did you go off to, tesoro mio?” Prosciutto asks, nestling you closely on the couch. You let him know your intention of getting him a special gift for Valentine’s which surprises him mildly, as he’d checked the time you left your shared home. At the time, he was almost against the affair altogether but had you not convinced him you wouldn’t get the chance to treat him like this. 

“Getting you a treat, of course. What kind of wife would I be if I couldn’t even get my dear husband something for Valentine’s?” 

The words are pleasing to Prosciutto, playing into the type of dynamic he loves to maintain between you two. He chuckles, his hand caressing over your sides affectionately. You think perhaps the special day isn’t completely ruined. With Prosciutto having made you a beautiful meal before your trip and these gorgeous pieces of chocolate you got, it would surely end well. 

“Then show me.” Despite his warm smile and sweet demeanor, there’s a demand to Prosciutto’s tone that affects you, a type of intrinsic authority that coerces you into obedience without having to try. Gulping with nervousness and excitement, you take out the box you bought less than an hour ago for your beloved with much pride. As you undo the complicated wrapping, the red gem shines from the lighting, catching your husband’s eye. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? I thought it would only be fitting for… a man such as yourself.” Batting your eyelashes on purpose, you try to hand him the box but Prosciutto’s hand makes no move to receive it.

“Open it for me,” he whispers, still having you against his chest with his fingers pressing gently to your bare skin, heat radiating in waves from the tips. Prosciutto’s deep blues fixate on your own.  

“Of course,” you pipe up, not second guessing his words and falling into step of following his natural authority. Holding the box gingerly, you look at one of the circular pieces, intricate lines of sweet caramel drizzled over the top. 

Typically you would never buy such sweet treats for a man of such bitter tastes, yet as a last minute gift it seems like the perfect save for having forgotten. Picking it up, you extend the piece of chocolate to him not even doubting that he would open his mouth for you. And as expected Prosciutto bites the sweet without hesitation, his sensual gaze falling over your figure while your fingertips kiss the soft flesh of his lips. 

Just as you were about to retrieve your hand, Prosciutto grips your wrist keeping it in place to eat the rest of the chocolate and takes your fingers in his mouth with it, his tongue smoothing over the residue as he moans at the taste without breaking eye contact for a single second. It brings heat to your cheeks seeing the unwavering lust in his eyes paired with the sound of his deep voice releasing tones of pleasure. 

“Do you like it?” Your voice comes out meeker than you expect, your heart thundering in your chest after the lewd kiss he almost gives to your fingers, now somewhat wet with his saliva. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning in unison, still holding Prosciutto’s gaze the best you can. 

It only takes seconds for his eyes to change completely. What was once a glazing of lust over the dark blue, turns into something much deeper than you could fathom. Freezing, Prosciutto lets go of you to clutch at his own body, groaning with pain. Furrowed brows that you are so familiar with turn feral and his being quite literally mutates right in front of you, igniting both fear and uncertainty within your mind. 

Prosciutto’s soft touch turns bruising and you hear what sounds like a hiss and a deep growl as he pins you onto the cushion of the couch much more forcefully than he usually would, almost as though he’s let go of all his self control. 

“Pros? What’s wrong?!” Alarms set off as your husband’s teeth bare at you and you wonder where those canines came from 

As he transforms right before your eyes, you notice his ears change into something cat-like, a yellow tail swinging behind his head in your peripheral vision, and you realize the bruising grip comes from his claws on your skin. He snarls at you wildly, hot breath hitting your skin in waves; his behavior having changed from the sweet, loving man you once knew to someone completely untamed. 

Prosciutto doesn’t answer your question, bringing you closer to his body to shove his flaring nostrils at your collarbones and neck. Finally, you get a whiff of the musk emanating directly from his body, something you wouldn’t have taken note of otherwise only to realize it somehow makes you feel more aroused. With all your senses filled to the brim with his very being, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed from this turn of events. 

“Prosciutto what’s going on, what happened to you?” You try to get a good look at him, lifting his face but his grip keeps your in place and he refuses to take any of your questions or bidding, forcing his way into your neck to give you your first bit; despite being such a painful endeavor you couldn’t help moaning from the way his body vibrates against you, heat bursting through his clothes. 

“Mine,” Prosciutto mumbles into your flesh, his scratchy tongue licking against your skin before more bites marr the area near your collarbone. “All mine.” 

Being distracted with Prosciutto’s appearance you didn’t realize the way your bodies were splayed over the couch in a compromising position until you felt his knees spreading your legs apart. 

“Wait, Prosciutto!” Yet he stops you from protesting with a biting kiss, holding you by the waist in a grip so tight you are sure it will leave a mark. Prosciutto’s tongue is invasive and leaves no time before meeting your own, tasting of the chocolate he ate just minutes ago. 

Whatever strange aphrodisiac transformation concoction was in there seemed to affect you as well, making you moan into his kiss. The sensation forces your body in submission, allowing your legs to spread easily and for him to grind on your legs, letting you feel the massive erection poking into you. When did he get so aroused?!

Repeating the same words as before, Prosciutto continues his assault of your neck to slowly move down your breasts, each bite eliciting a moan that you try to suppress. With his claws on you this way, there’s no chance of escape and even if you were to run out of the house you know he would give chase; he would stop at nothing to claim you as his. Feeling completely defeated, you accept the situation as something out of your control, letting him do as he pleases with your body. 

Looking down to his head, you notice the marks covering your skin, lovebites that keep you at the edge of frenzy, the heady scent of him nearly driving you crazy. Suddenly, Prosciutto starts sniffing wildly, looking up at you with feline-like eyes only to crawl down your body to your clothed entrance. His claws make quick work of the fabric covering your privates before it’s exposed to him. 

“No, don’t!” You try to say, not sure whether it’s because you cared for the pieces of clothing or because you really wouldn’t like him to proceed. Yet, the thrill of his new features interacting with your body brings more fluid between your legs. The hot sting at the pit of your stomach only gets worse when Prosciutto sniffs right above your entrance before his nostrils flare angrily, the air giving your sex in a pleasurable sensation. 

You squirm in his hold of your thighs, breathing completely uneven from the sudden shame in front of your transformed lover. Had it been any other situation you would have been much more compliant to his actions. Yet, the circumstances cloud your mind from making any decision clearly. 

Gripping you with a new sense of possessiveness, Prosciutto’s tongue makes one languid motion against your entrance, his teeth teasing the sensitive spots on your pelvis, his mouth so warm and wet. 

“Sweet little girl,” he says, tasting you, your moan only adding to his pleasure as he almost grinds his neglected erection on the cushion. His flaring nostrils blow warm air to your peaked bud, the sensation making you shiver with pleasure. 

It’s almost as if smelling your arousal feeds into his behavior as Prosciutto continues to bite the pudgy, soft flesh of your thighs, taking handfuls of into his claws to keep you from moving too much. Writhing from his bites and licks you try to minimize your sounds and fail miserably, your voice and moans echoing through the living room in unisom to his licks. 

Without anything to grip, you clutch at Prosciutto’s hair as he works his tongue into your entrance, the persisting muscle bringing you near climax from the non-stop circular motions, the pleasure descending your mind into a deep subspace before you manage to catch yourself. 

“Daddy not yet, please!” But your words fall on deaf furry ears, as your Daddy is unyielding, greedily drinking every drop of your essence, making you clench around his tongue. With your eyes lolling to the back of your head, you cannot hold yourself back any longer, fluid gushing from you into his mouth, hips bucking to meet his lips for more friction. 

Prosciutto’s tail wiggles in satisfaction, drinking with fervor, the very scent of your essence brings heat between his legs. Grinding on the couch, he decides it’s not enough friction as his privates tighten his pants to an unimaginable degree. You cannot see what is made of his clothing as he lifts himself from between your legs to crawl up your body. 

By now you’ve learned to not question what he does, your head and face completely red with heat and the climax you just experienced moments ago. Noticing his heavy cock now free of its coverings, a fresh wave of arousal washes over your body as you pant in unison to your heartbeat. 

There’s hardly a moment of silence as you hear the purr from deep within your Daddy's throat. Even with the number of markings, lovebites, and fluid covering your body, he is yet unaccomplished from what he wants. 

Giving you a sinister grin that shows off his canines, your Daddy lowers himself to your stomach, the point of his teeth a perfect contrast to the softness of his tongue as he delivers more bites. Kissing up to your neck, his claws hold you flush against his body, nails dangerously close to piercing your skin. 

Hell bent on marking you to his satisfaction, he doesn’t seem to care much whether you’re pleasured or not. “Mine mine mine…” he keeps murmuring, deciding to fixate on your chest, biting freely at every inch of available flesh. You moan when he sucks a particularly sensitive spot near your nipple before flicking the bud with his tongue. 

“It’s time.. I must make you mine for good..” The musk he seems to be releasing combined with the effect of his words fog your mind with a strong haze, heightening your need to be filled and bred to your Daddy’s desire, as if you only exist as his precious fuckdoll. 

“But I’m already yours Daddy! Please take me!” You beg him desperately hoping he would give you some respite with his still hardened cock. 

“Say that again,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.”  Without ceasing the stimulation on your chest even for a second, you feel him grind on your unclothed sex desperately, clearly just as eager to be inside you. Moaning helplessly, you try to string words together cohesively, the growing heat within your body making the act of speaking difficult. 

“Yours! I’m yours Daddy!” 

Groaning in unison with your words, your Daddy’s clever tongue swirls over your chest, adding pressure with his fingers. Detecting droplets of milk with his cat-like tongue, he laps at your chest in satisfaction, feeding eagerly and moaning around your nipple from the sweet, warm taste.  

You hardly realize he’s feeding until a squeeze to your chest spurts milk, allowing for your lover to lick while he continues to rut against your sex with more fervor. Unable to take any more of the teasing your mind allows you to only repeat yourself like a broken, lustful record. 

“Please! Please  please please…More please!” 

“Patience, little one!” Your Daddy growls, forcing you to obey while your sex only gets wetter and demands stimulation. You whimper as he feeds aggressively, your legs shaking from his member teasing your sex before he’s finally satisfied. Licking his lips, Prosciutto finally admire his handy work, looking down at you with lidded, slitted blue eyes, he purrs seductively at the various marks adorning your body, accompanied by your defiled state and panting, wide open mouth perfectly swollen from his kisses. 

“Dolce bambina…” your Daddy calls out, caressing your face with a clawed hand. Without much warning, he penetrates you, delighting at the yelp and how you clench around him desperately. 

Yelling out his title, you grip his shoulders for some balance, finally full to the very brim.

“My filthy little broodmare… you will carry Daddy’s children, yes?” 

Closing your eyes, you let your body fall completely at his mercy. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please!” The thought of belly swelling full of his children makes your climax imminent as he pistons into you with increasing speed, hitting every ridge inside your already sensitive walls. Intertwining your legs around his waist, you let your voice cry out.

 One of his fingers finds its way between your legs, adding to the stimulation muddling your thoughts into mush making the need for release your only wish. It isn’t until you feel his member twitch and spill inside with a growl that you finally feel your legs shake out of control before a loud cry escapes you into your walls squeezing every bit of seed out of him, making sure you’re truly full. 

Panting out of breath, you find yourself going limp under Prosciutto’s body, eyes closed and body numb from all the stimulation. Your legs don’t unlatch from his waist and you notice your lover hasn’t unsheathed himself from you. 

“Pros…” Your voice is weak, restrained from all your cries and feeling quite raspy. As your senses get back to you, you realize Prosciutto is still kissing and lapping at your neck. 

“So good for me,” he praises, making your belly flip from the butterflies. “Made for me.” The possessiveness makes you moan once more. 

“Prosciutto please,” this time you find your will to take him by his head to look into his eyes, still resembling that of a blue eyed feline. “This chocolate is dangerous, are you still not satisfied?” You sound tired to yourself yet Prosciutto seems energetic as he was before your play time. 

Purring, he thrusts a couple times stirring the liquid still inside you as if to keep it locked inside. Chuckling, Prosciutto pinches a nipple playfully, startling you as you gasp. He examines you carefully, looking up your body and then down, seemingly staring intently at the spot where you’re still joined as one. Gripping your hips, Prosciutto thrusts watching his seed pour out with a devilish smirk. 

Biting your lip, you try not to let the stimulation allow your body to arouse itself more. 

“I’m afraid my work here is not quite finished, bambina. Look here…” Trailing his hand around your sides, he sways your attention there. “No marks. That won’t do.” 

“What?” Your pitch rises an octave as the implication of his words settle into your stomach. 

But Prosciutto only bends to kiss you where he intended. “Inch by inch I’ll mark you as mine,” he murmurs, the moment you realize a long Valentine's night waits ahead of you. 

[bubuli-3110]

You are filling my Deidara neeeeeds.

Modern AU fluff with Deidara and a fem reader, he's a gang member with a soft spot for the pastel girl whose shop is under their protection.

Sorry this took forever dear but here you go~!

Pop Art

Deidara x Fem! Reader

HC: fluffy gang member Deidara would do anything to protect and spoil the cute pastel girl his happened upon by chance. CW: SFW, Some Language. Requests are: Open (JJBA, JJK, AOT, KNY, and N (Akatsuki Only)) Find my rules here.

Deidara and the rest of his gang took their usual patrols of their turf splitting up as per usual into pairs. He was only slightly annoyed by his new partner Tobi. possessing a totally different personality than the prideful artist.

On night patrol he heard the sounds of a struggle down one of the allies. Normally he would pay no heed to others, but when he noticed the brightly pastel dress girl being pursued by a strange man, clearly begging for help. his body seemed to move on its own.

After thoroughly beating the ever living breath the stranger, he kneeled down to the girl sitting in the ally and examined her slowly, checking for injuries.

"That asshole didn't hurt you, did he? hm?"

He cupped her chin gently and wiped her tears away with his thumb. his voice firm and fingers callused, but his eyes were soft and filled with worry.

"Don't worry m'kay? I won't let anyone lay a hand on you."

After the incident that took place behind Y/N's bakery, you received regular visits from your savior. He was quiet and not very talkative at first. Y/N was able to tell right away that he was a gang member without having to ask. The constant appearance of new injuries, and the way he dressed gave it away.

Y/N appreciated Deidara's concern and found him interesting more than anything.  She was able to talk to him a lot more calmly after discovering his passion for art. She noticed his intense focus on her as slowly created and decorated unique cookies, cakes, and anything else her customers requested.

He slowly started to open up to Y/N, sharing his ideas of art, helping her with new ideas, the two of them growing ever closer. Y/N's respect and feelings for him are also growing.

Deidara also loved Y/N color palette, though his own mostly consisted of darks and blacks, Y/N's palette was that of bright pastel's matching her sunny and soft personality.

"That's so creative Y/N. I'm sure your customers will love them." He'd say, unable to suppress his smile. You loved to hear his praises.

Y/N no longer felt unsafe at night or any other time for that matter. She could notice the other men who bore the same red cloud symbol on their jackets as Deidara keeping things in check around your area.

Though he'd never show it in front of his other member's or Tobi, He cherished Y/N very much. The other members also indulge in his requests to protect her and her shop when he's away.

"Don't go out alone at night. I'll walk you home. Hm."

His overprotective side often shows through, but never overbearing. She felt safe and relaxed in his presence more than anything. Y/N never refuses his help.

"It's dangerous, stick close to me, ok? I won't let anyone hurt you again. I'm here." He says extending out his arm to let her link her's with him.

The night's when she was too afraid to fall sleep, he'd lay next to Y/N until she drifted of into sleep, running his fingers across her forehead and face gently.

"it's ok. I'm here. I'll always be right here."