#piofiore: episodio 1926

[nintendowife]

I got the Piofiore 1926 Official Art Book this week. The softcover A4 sized book has over 220 pages of artwork related to otome visual novel Piofiore: Episodio 1926. It features CG art from the game, promotional illustrations, art used for merchandise, etc. There's also some commentary from the artist.

I'm very happy with the quality of the book, except I wish it would have been a hardcover. Recommended for any Piofiore fan!

[firis-chan]

[ephemeral-gremlin]

the boys are fightingggg

[fruitpunchnoice]

[lafiaso]

Red Poison

some food for Yang fangirls, being in Yang's route is definitely a mine field - I'd love to walk again

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[hellaretheothers]

I saw this template on Instagram and I just. I had to.

[xxsycamore]

Hello! Can you do day 2 with Dante x female reader? ❤️ so happy to see piofiore! Thanks!

a/n: So sorry for the long wait! From the moment I got this request I knew i'd love every second of writing it, and I was right...hope you enjoy! ❤❤❤

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐃𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

↬ ���  Dante gifts you something very special to wear behind closed doors tonight.

Dante Falzone x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Lingerie; Strip Tease; Glove Kink; Pet Names; Dirty Talk; Naked Female Clothed Male; Light Dom/sub • wordcount: 1,248 • masterlist

• Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that’s right, last year’s one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY2: SEXY LINGERIE

Stepping into the luxuriously furnished room, you see the silhouette of a man - your capo, unmistakably - standing tall with his back to you. The room is dimly lit, submerged in shadows cast by just a few candles. Dante finishes lighting the last one before turning to the gramophone instead.

He adjusts the needle carefully and soon the air fills with the sultry sounds of jazz, just a little above a whisper. It's only then that Dante grants you his attention.

"I've been waiting for you."

You feel the need to summon a little extra courage as you take another step, your high heels clacking against the glossy flooring in time with the notes. At last, Dante sits on his armchair, facing you.

Hoping the small breath you take is unnoticeable even for the observant man in front of you, you begin to open your coat.

Dante's fingers are drumming against the chair's armrest while he watches you.

"Take your time. Don't rush it."

You bite on your bottom lip, acknowledging his wish even if it makes the blood rush to your face and make it oh so hot. You do as told, keeping eye contact as those piercing blue eyes follow your every move. In the middle of one of your alluring moves, just as you're with your back to the capo, you begin to shrug off the coat.

Candlelight licks your bare shoulders and back, and you admire the long flickering shadows at your feet for a second before turning around to Dante. Your coat hangs low now, and with a swift, well-timed maneuver of your hips and your hands, it falls off completely.

Dante remains still, his humming just barely audible yet still able to be picked over the low music.

He motions with his glove-clad hand, spin around.

Air trapped in your lungs, you put yourself on display for him, showing off exactly what he wanted to see since you first stepped foot in this room.

No, earlier than that, when he put that present box in your room, along with the handwritten note that instructs to wear the box's contains under an overcoat and come visit him alone when night falls.

No, it has to be much, much earlier, when he first got his hands on this expensive white silky underwear, likely imported from abroad. You wondered what Dante thought when he bought it for you. Did he plan it all ahead in his mind, to this very moment? What about after the curtain falls on this little striptease show? Did he dream of fucking you in this underwear?

"Are you enjoying my little gift, dolcezza?"

"I do, Dante. The fabric feels nice on my skin and… I can feel your love when I wear it."

Dante raises a brow, tapping the armrest two or three more times irregularly before changing his position so now his chin is propped up on his arm instead. "Can you? So I suppose you don't need me to touch you, then."

The breath hitches in your throat, mouth drying as Dante speaks these words so naturally. Him, who you've known for his gentle love, the kindness locked under the surface of a ruthless, stoic mafia boss - now rendered almost cruel by lust, his gaze darkened by it. Being able to deprive you of his love like that, it reminds you of who exactly occupies the seat in front of you. A dangerous, powerful man.

"I need it." You wet your lips, pleading Dante with your eyes, deepening it with a whisper: "Please."

Dante tips his chin upwards just a little bit, and the warm orange and yellow light puts a hint of mercy in his icy irises. He gestures with his hand once again - this time he tells you to come closer.

You approach him, wavering for a mere second when posed with the chance to occupy his lap, but meeting no sighs of this being a misunderstanding on your part, and you oblige, afraid of making him wait.

Dante's lap is warm, and you're so very naked compared to him, it makes you shiver whole. His gloved hands ghost touches over your flushed skin, but don't touch you directly just yet - Dante captures your chin between two slender fingers to direct his next order.

"Baciami."

He wants you to kiss him, and he doesn't need to ask twice; as soon as you're given the chance, you plant a passionate kiss on the lips of your capo, licking them to savor the taste like the whipped cream of a maritozzo, going in for the best part instead of eating him up properly. Dante makes a sound resembling a tiny laughter when he notices your naughtiness, but lets you be.

In a flash, he grasps both your wrists and holds them together roughly behind your back.

He puts his other glove-clad hand in front of your cute, perplexed face.

"Take it off."

Without the use of your hands, your mind has to come up with a more creative method, and quickly. You already know how Dante wants it to be done anyway.

Forcing yourself to be steady despite your unsteady heartbeat, you lean in ever so slowly, teeth finding purchase into the very tips of his gloved fingers - and you tug, gently. Gradually, the fabric comes off.

"Brava ragazza."

Dante's praise is sweet as honey, as he knows how to make you mewl without even touching you. The echo of him calling you a good girl still swirls through your hazy mind as Dante pulls off his other glove himself in a rush, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He makes sure you're paying attention as he continues to hold your wrists with one hand, snaking the other one up your belly and chest, fondling your silk-covered breasts.

You moan softly, seeing him enjoy your lingerie and tease you at the same time. He slips his fingers under the thin fabric, gropes around, grazes your nipples through the cloth to make them hard like small diamonds. His next target is your burning heat, as he unceremoniously slides his calloused fingers inside your panties.

He finds you soaked and hot for him, your thighs trembling slightly as you readjust your position in his lap to urge him to touch you more firmly. Dante is good with you, he starts rubbing your clit right away - sparks of pleasure rock through your body, and his generosity soon morphs into merciless, continuous toying that makes a moaning mess out of you.

"Come on my fingers."

Gasping between moans of his name, you're surprised to discover it would be that easy - but your mind is free from any thoughts unrelated to the building culmination that your body demands. Rocking on Dante's hand, you trust him to hold you upright in your restrained position as you tip over the edge.

Dante kisses your nape as a voiceless praise. You take it a step further, daring and impatient even if you're yet to catch your breath, and you kiss him straight on the lips. The moment he releases your wrists, you reach for the clasp of your bra.

"No. We're leaving this on." Dante's warm hand bashes yours away, the other rubbing the front of your panties, making the wetness of your recent orgasm stain them further until they're completely soaked. "This here, too. I'm yet to get my fill of the pretty sight you make, my bella. Won't you indulge me for a little longer?"

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[the-himawari-otome]

[Piofiore: Episodio 1926] Character Drama CD Vol. 3 Orlok Translation

Track 3: Heute ist die beste Zei.

Summary: Orlok realizes what this growing feeling inside of him means...

Translated by ear so it might not be 100% accurate.

･ﾟ･:,｡★ translation under the cut ★,｡･:･ﾟ

*sfx: door closes*

“Meow”

—Ah. I’m home. So you were awake. I’ll get his food ready. You keep Notte company, alright?

*sfx: walks over*

“Meow, meow”

Here. From today on, this will be your plate. The two of us chose it together.

*sfx: places plate down*

“Meow”

Mm, it looks like he likes it for now. Is the food good?

“Meow, meow, meow”

Hm? Ah, are you saying you want to share your food with us?

“Meow”

Um, Notte. I’m happy, but she and I already ate so don’t worry. Eat up, okay? I also bought some toys, so let’s all play together later.

Hm? What’s wrong?

Eh? Ahh, I guess you’re right. It feels like he’s gotten bigger than when he first arrived. Kittens sure grow fast. I feel like his fur became a bit nicer too. It’s pitch black and beautiful. Plus, I think he’s gotten cuter since the beginning.

Hm? Why are you smiling? I’m a doting parent? Ngh, I don’t think so though…

“Meow… meow”

Ah, Notte climbed on your lap again. He’s been doing that a lot lately, huh? I suppose he likes it?

“Meow”

It looks like he feels good getting pet. It’s a bit unfair. I mean, I…

Eh? Ah—no, you don’t have to pat my head. Ah, it’s not that I don’t want you to… it’s just, I’ll get more and more spoiled…

Ngh, well… just a little then…

Mm, that feels nice. I really love your hands.

It’s because you held my hands—it’s because you didn’t shake off my hands—that I’m here right now. You have no idea how many times these hands which are smaller than mine have saved me.

Ehe, thank you. I’ve had my fill. Now if only Notte would get off your lap, it would be perfect—.

“Meow”

*sfx: licks*

Ah—t-t-that’s not allowed! Ngh…

“Meow”

Notte, no licking her mouth.

“Meow”

Nope, no can do. After all, she’s my girlfriend. I’m the only one allowed to do those things—err, n-no. You should mind too. The mouth isn’t okay, even if it’s Notte. I don’t care if it’s childish. I want to do these things properly.

I-I’m not pouting.

“Meow”

Hm, Notte? *Sigh* he looks kind of sleepy. Even though we were discussing something important. Geez.

“Meow”

Ngh, I got it. I’ll take you to your bed, okay?

*sfx: walks away and comes back*

*Sigh*. Notte’s not fair. I’m always putting in tons of effort to hold back.

Ah, what I’m holding back on is probably different than what you’re thinking.

Huh? Well, that’s… at first, I was just happy holding your hand. My chest felt warm and fuzzy. I thought, ah, I want to protect this person—no, I will protect them. I was satisfied just being able to be by your side. That alone was enough. Even so, when I kissed you for the first time, my chest became all hot. My feelings of love for you grew more and more. I wonder when it started… the feeling that simply kissing you wasn’t enough grew larger. What should I do? What do I want to do? I wasn’t sure.

Before we came to England, back when I was working in Lienz, the shopkeeper did a lot to help us out, right? At that time, I had the opportunity to ask about a-a lot of things. And so… I feel like I came to understand what these feelings of mine meant.

—But how you feel is even more important, so…! I… don’t know how to put this. Up until now, there have been times where I kissed you whenever I wanted, wasn’t there? Even if it troubled you, you didn’t stop me. Because of that, I thought that you would definitely spoil me and forgive me, and I was sure that you… also felt good when you kissed me… since you loved me. So what I want to do now… is… w-what comes after that. If you don’t want to, then we won’t.

*sfx: hugs*

Ah, h-huh? You surprised me by hugging me so suddenly. You’re kind of like Notte.

Ehe, how cute.

Hey, when you’re hugging me like this, I don’t feel as nervous as I did before. However… now, my heart races much more than before.

I want to treasure you. I love you the most in the entire world. That’s why…

That’s why…

*sfx: kiss*

Let’s… do… what comes after kissing.

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[fatedmemories]

[shirolian]

[miraneko19]

Okay okay ignore that im actually okay with everything knowing it was my favorite mans who came in and caused all the mayhem

WHY DOES EVEN NICOLA'S AFTER STORY CONTINUE TO BE SUCH A SHITSHOW???? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO RECOVER???

[nintendowife]

Dialogue gems in Piofiore: Episodio 1926. Yang is still my main source of entertainment in the game.

Gilbert to Henri about spending time with Lili: "You've at least kissed her, right?" Henri: "..." Gilbert: "Henri... H-How have you... How have you resisted all this time...?" Dante: "Aren't you two living in the same hotel room...?" Nicola: "Well... Henri is a mature adult." Yang: "I see... He is a eunuch."

[venomandblossom]

Lock your doors, it's Yang!

[ephemeral-gremlin]

[fruitpunchnoice]

For some reason at some point in the game I stopped caring about this fact

[lafiaso]

Orlok a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

reminder that he fought three mafia families by himself to protect you