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[mistabullets]

hello! could i request headcannons for mista, bruno, and jotaro with a fem!s/o who is really athletic and ~flexible~ ;) maybe sfw+nsfw?

finally back to our regular schedule

anyway, it’s a mix of sfw + n/s/f/w i tried my best

With an Athletic + Flexible S/O

Not SFW under cut ;

Guido Mista

Out of all the men, Mista is going to flower you with compliments about your well-defined muscles, your natural tan, and the natural raw strength you’ve obtained. He’s most likely to offer to be workout buddies and hit the gym with you, believing it’s a good way to get to know you more and see what your exercise routine is, out of curiosity. 

While he’s a lover of all bodies in any shape and size, he just admires your body and your dedication! Most people usually give up so easily and get discouraged. Hell, he would even say you’re stronger than him since you regularly do yoga and he can barely get into any of those poses. You’re just... so cool and admirable, always striving for better!

But while you were doing your normal yoga session in the morning, he can’t help but notice... just how really flexible you are. The sports bra and leggings fit you well, showing off the curve of your ass and your welcoming cleavage. Mista allows you the time to stretch, not daring to disturb your morning routine but he thinks about it for the rest of the day.

The next time you some free time, you and Mista are getting hot and heavy. Your boyfriend has never made you do anything you’re uncomfortable with but tonight, he asks a favor. Your boyfriend shows a picture of a woman, bend down, feet and hands flat on the ground. He asks you if it was possible if both of you could try this. 

Wanting nothing more than to make your boyfriend happy, you agree! And Guido is so excited. You place a matt on the floor beneath you, making sure your hands and feet won’t go numb for holding on to such an intense pose. You give your boyfriend a bit of a show and seductively bend down in proper position, making sure his attention is on your bubble butt.

It doesn’t take Mista too long to rip off your panties and you’re surprised when you feel a mouth on the lips of your sex. You huff and whine, realizing Mista was planning on teasing you before he would give you what you want. You squirm, hands and feet growing tired, as your boyfriend made you cum all over his mouth. 

This was going to be a long night, you thought to yourself but then you were relieved to feel the tip of his cock push against your entrance. But he was slow with his thrusts, but he penetrated deep within your core. Your legs and arms felt like jello, about ready to give out. Eventually, Mista gave you some mercy and grabbed your upper body.

He reached for your arms, holding them tightly as he started to pound harder and faster into your pussy. Mista pressed hard against your hip, sputtered a few times before his cum painted your walls. He carried you to the bed, giving you kisses and praises. “M-Man, bambina! That felt so good, we should definitely do that again sometime~”

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno thinks your body is lovely! While he’s too busy to be your gym buddy, he’ll occasionally gift with nice equipment such as a treadmill, stationary bike, weights, yoga balls, etc. It’s one way to keep you at home He’ll also gift you with workout clothes, ones that cling nicely to your body. You appreciate his gestures since it’s nice not paying for a membership!

You’re a professional dancer (ballerina, background dancer, etc) and it’s one of the main reason you’re constantly working out. Sometimes he’ll come and attend your recitals or concerts, always gifting you with a banquet of flowers and rewarding with a kiss after your performance. Bruno is so supportive of your career and he makes a point of it.

One of your performance involves a more erotic dance and it has Bruno on the edge of his seat. Jealously even brews, knowing there’s other in the audience, taking in the sight of your body and fluid movements. While your performance is quite impressive, he can’t help but become aroused at the sight of you. He absolutely needs you after this. 

When you’re heading home from your performance, with Bruno driving, he reaches to cup your thighs. He’s not afraid to tell you how sexy you were this evening, telling you to be prepared for later. You know what this means and can’t help but feel your face becomes flustered. Your thighs clenched together, already excited at the prospect. 

You change into your best set of lingerie when you return home and decide to give your boyfriend his own personal show with the strip pole he had installed for you. You can see him become hard and you stop your little dance, strutting over to Bruno while accentuating your body. You prepare your love by giving him a lap dance, grinding down on him. 

After a while, he has enough. He picks you up, carrying to the bed and throwing you down. You give an innocent smile before he crawls up, caging in your body. He strips off your lingerie, giving attention to your lips, chest, and breasts. Bruno tears off your panties and now he is preparing you, fingering your tight pussy. 

Once he’s done with his ministrations, he takes off his clothes and springs his cock free. You get in a typical missionary position but the sole of your press against the mattress, lifting your lower body up.  Bruno snakes his arm around your waist to help support you and pushes the head of dick inside of you, slowly easing himself inside of you before hitting the hilt. 

Like Mista, he takes his time, enjoying the walls of your pussy clenching around his shaft. You feel your legs grow weak but you know better than to give out just yet. Your arms are giving you even more support, gripping at the bedsheet as Bruno drives his cock further and faster inside of you. You can feel him grinding against your clit and hitting your sweet spot. 

Bruno claws at your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ears before giving you a more thrust and cumming inside. Finally, your legs give out and your boyfriend admires his seed dripping out of your core. He chuckles before going up and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. “You did so well tonight, bella. Now let’s clean up and draw a bath, amore.” 

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro doesn’t care what your body type is. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t acknowledge your nice, toned body and appreciate how beautiful you are. He’s not one to gift you with equipment or clothes, but maybe if you plead with him, he may go to the gym with you every once in a while whenever he’s not busy with his studies and thesis. 

You play sports, perhaps soccer or basketball, usually semi-professional. When he’s not busy, he’ll attend your games to show his support. He really stands out in the bleachers, with his white jacket and tall frame. Jotaro’s not the one to cheer you on but he’s going to pay close attention whenever you have the ball. He watches you, intrigued.

It’s a hot summer day and he sees how the sweat glistens down your forehead, the sway of your hair, and the intense gaze in your eyes. Jotaro knows you’re passionate when it comes to staying fit and when you’re playing sports. But today just happens to be the day he notices your love for the game... and just how sexy you are.

You win your game and the two of you celebrate with a simple date to a diner (once you’re cleaned up, of course). Jotaro does reward you for your hard work and dedication to a nice dinner. The two of you enjoy a simple conversation, talking about what’s been going on throughout the week, your practices, his studies, and if something new came up. 

In the car, he admits to how beautiful you were and how well you did. Jotaro is a man of few words so to hear that from him has your heart thumping. He doesn’t really compliment you so much, showing his love in different ways. So you know he must have been watching you and perhaps has something in store for later that evening. 

Your assumption turns out to be correct. You go back to Jotaro’s house and you’re pressed against the door, encaptured by his lips. He leads you to the bedroom, stripping both of you, and giving attention to your body. Jotaro suckles your nipples, before trailing down to your groin. However, he doesn’t plan on teasing you for too long and rips off your panties.

Jotaro takes off his pants, his dick already hard from anticipating the evening (he’s always eager when it comes to making love to you). He pulls your legs are the end of the bed and lifts most of your body, only leaving your head and upper back to rest on the mattress. Your legs are on Jotaro’s shoulders and you feel his cock aligning against your pussy.

He pushes himself inside, hissing about how tight you are. He’s rough with you and you feel weightless, blood rushing to your head. You finally cum and he follows, but he pulls out, and his seed spills all over your ass. Jotaro settles you back on the bed, grabbing a towel to clean you off. When he’s done, he snuggles and kisses you “Love ya, babe.”

[smutsonian]

Deep Web - 01

Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: Jokingly hiring an assassin from the deep web to assassinate yourself isn’t really a good idea

Warning/s: stalking, cursing, fluff? (gosh idfk what happened), OOC TWS, this chapter is pretty chill, not proofread

Word Count: 1025

A/N: this is turning out to be a crackfic 😂 I don’t know why but the reader’s is too funny to be in a dark universe but there’s still going to be dark shit in here so yeah... y/n is not updated with what happening in the world so that’s why she’s got no idea who the winter soldier is. Avengers exist and all. This is not an au?

Prologue

Y/N’s bed made a creaking noise when she got up from it and walked towards her bathroom where she washes up and gets ready for work. After washing up, she goes to the grimy kitchen and makes something edible that will serve as her breakfast. 

Ignoring the buzzing of her phone where her mother’s name and picture is being displayed, she munches on an egg sandwich. The buzzing stops and notifies her that she’s missed thirty-two calls from her mother and twenty-four more from her father. 

Y/N sighs in exasperation as she runs a hand down her face. “Fucking hell... They never fucking stop, do they?” She shakes her head and walks over to the main door of her apartment, snatching her bag on the floor by the door and shoving her phone in her pocket. She closes the door with a bang that surprisingly didn't make her apartment collapse and walked towards Mcdonalds, her work.

Lucky enough, when she took a turn from her street to the main road, her left foot accidentally steps on a gooey pile of- yes, you guessed it- glorious shit. “Ah, fuck!” Y/N sidesteps and looks down at her crap-covered white converse. “This is my favorite shoes, fucking shit. Who leaves shit in the middle of the sidewalk?!” She groans, taking off the shoe and dumping it on a nearby trash bin. She limps with one shoe as she continues her walk towards her work, not before receiving a dump from a nearby bird above her. “Shit, fuck! Really?!” She screams towards the sky.

Too busy grumbling in annoyance, she didn’t notice the red dot that was aimed at her. She didn’t notice a certain assassin aiming a sniper rifle towards her head. She didn’t notice the dot leaving her head as the assassin dropped the gun and she definitely didn’t notice how the assassin stifled an amused chuckle at her incessant bad luck. 

Smiling at the leaving old man, Y/N motions for the next customer behind him. “Hi! Welcome to Mcdonalds! May I take your order?” she recites the mantra with a cheery smile and waits for the guy to speak up as he scans the menu.

“Umm... Can I have the Big Mac with regular coke and large fries, please?” the man’s shy and deep voice spoke up and smiled at her timidly.

“Big Mac with regular coke and additional large fries.” Y/N repeats his order as she taps her fingers on the screen in front of her. “Anything else?” 

“No, that’s it.”

“Okay. That’ll be $7.50” She watches him as he pats his front pocket, then his back pocket, then his jacket, and repeats it a couple more times before she decides to interfere.

“Is everything okay, sir?” she politely asks.

“Yeah- no. I’m sorry. I must’ve left my wallet at home.” he gives her a guilty yet hopeful smile.

Y/N sighs. Not this again. As hard as she tries, she couldn’t help but give in to another ‘customer scheme’. She gives him a small smile and nods. “It’s alright. It’s on the house,” she says as she punches the order and keeps the receipt in the pocket of her apron.

“Oh…” the guy pauses and stares at her as she moves to fix his order up. He only regains his composure when she walks up to him with his order and a smile. “Here you go. Have a nice day!” 

“T-thanks…” he stutters as he left to sit on one of the empty booths.

“No problem!” Y/N says as she watches him walk away and smiling at the next customer approaching her.

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“Hey, Richard!” Y/N calls for her manager as she walks up to him. “I-uh… Here.” she hands him a ten-dollar bill. “I pulled an ‘on the house’ again.” she smiles sheepishly at the older man. Richard shakes his head at her and pushes the bill back to her. “Keep it. You need it more than this restaurant does.” he chuckles as he sees her brows furrow. “Hey! Rude but thanks!” her frown turns into a smile as she pocketed the bill. 

“Are you wearing socks?” he asked, voice showing a hint of amusement.

“Everyone wears socks, Richard. Don’t sound so surprised.” Y/N rolls her eyes at him jokingly.

“Yes, I am aware of that. But I remember people wearing them with shoes or sneakers. I haven’t heard of a trend where they only wear socks…” he grins at her.

“Well… Funny story, really.” Y/N recounts her morning extravaganza for Richard, a pair of watchful eyes becoming unnoticed by the pair of them.

As she ends her story, Richard has a big smile on his face, clearly amused with the girl’s certain way of having luck by her side.

“You know… You can just leave all of the stress behind, Y/N. Why don’t you call-” Y/N cuts him off with a shake of her head and a grunt.

“I’m not having this talk,” she says as she grabs her bag from the counter and turns to walk towards the exit.

“Bye Richard” she bids him farewell and began to walk back to her ghastly apartment.

“Sorry I bought it up!” he exclaims towards her leaving figure, watching her fuzzy socks-covered feet walk away.

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The Winter Soldier never felt so uncanny about his missions. He never felt anything period. Now how come that a simple girl like you doing simple things make him feel… weird? Why was watching you step on shit amuses him? Why does everything you do fascinates him so much? 

Maybe it was the fact that he literally watched you as you entered the forbidden site and hired him to assassinate yourself. Because who does that? How broken are you to do such a thing? 

Maybe it was that.

Or maybe it was the fact that hours after assigning him to be your personal hitman, HYDRA ordered him to capture a dame. What are the odds that the dame that they’re ordering him to take is none other than you? Y/N Y/L/N. Now that’s diverting.

The winter soldier sighs as your face invaded his disordered mind.

Who are you, Y/N Y/L/N?

Chapter Two

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[mistabullets]

relationship bruno headcanons with sfw + nsfw??

aooooooooohhhhhhh my man bruno with the baddie haircut

SFW + Not SFW Relationship HC’s w/ Bruno Bucciarati 

With his gang, he’s caring but in a scolding, fatherly way. With you, however, Bruno is just super caring, protective, and romantic. If he’s the father of his team, then you’re probably the mother. He finds himself more attractive to the nurturing and gentle types of individuals. 

He’s protective of his s/o, especially if they are a civilian with no association to the mafia. It would honestly kill him knowing his caro/cara may become mingled in his affairs by accident and be used for bribery or blackmail. However, if you’re in the mafia, he’ll still protective and concerned for you but at least he knows you can defend yourself.

Being with Bruno, you’ll soon become aware he’s going to be away for his “business trips”. He usually corresponds with you through thoughtful love letters that are sealed with a gold wax stamp. Sometimes, he’ll give a surprise phone call if he really misses you and is always sure to say “ti amo” before hanging up the phone. You say back, of course. 

For the time lost, he’s sure to make it up with a gift and a romantic dinner, either at one of your favorite restaurants or a homemade dish made with the fresh ingredients, Bruno bought at the local outdoor vendors. He brings you little gifts and trinkets, often on the more extravagant side. Being a capo does have some perks. 

If you go out for a special occasion, Bruno will select your attire for the night. He wants his darling to look good and he has a good taste in fashion and what aesthetically fits in you in the right places. You really don’t complain since he does treat you well. 

He treats you like royalty. Bruno will hold open doors for you, help you out of the car, place your arm around his, and pull up a seat for you. Expect him to throw daggers from his eyes if anyone looks you for a second too long. His glares can ward off any creeps and ballsy flirts.

When you arrive home, you’ll snuggle up next to him. Sometimes, you’ll ramble to him about your fears for the future. Romance is not ideal for the life of a gangster, after all–and you worry about losing the capo. However, Bruno will reassure you otherwise that you motivate him to survive. So you two can have a future together, he says, kissing your face.

Not SFW under cut ;

Bruno loves body worship. He’s going to touch and kiss about every inch of your body, his lips attacking those sweet spots that make you tingle to your core and moan. He really wants to see your grip for the sheets and see your toes curl to the sensation of pain and pleasure.

Very attentive. He can read your body look a book he’s read wholeheartedly over thirty times. He knows what gets you turned on and whats makes you shrink into the mattress in discomfort. He tends to avoid whatever makes you uncomfortable but hiccup an apology when he accidentally does. He raptures you and makes you elicit a whimper.

Prefers to have dominance and control in the bedroom. He doesn’t mind to give up control and let you take the reign but he saves that for special moments. Bruno has a slight kink to being superior to his s/o and if you call him “mio capo, mio re, imperatore, signore, etc”… he’s going to be flustered and absolutely destroy you later. 

Usually, Bruno is slow and sensual when it comes to sex. While his pace isn’t particularly fast, he makes sure to thrust his cock deep inside you while he locks you in a kiss and leaves love bites all over your neck and chest. He touches your chest, stomach, hips and rubs the spot that will help you reach your climax and see those white stars blind your vision. 

Aftercare with Bruno involves a bath with essential oils and candles. You relax into his chest and his hands wander to the swells of your hips beneath the water. Your heart flutters when he calls you beautiful, cause he’s genuine and just feels wonderful being loved and appreciated. You give your man a deep kiss and tell him how much you love him.