#winter of faffery

[thetravellingvagrant]

Day 5: In Which I Nearly Go To The Beach

I opted not to set an alarm for this morning, reasoning that my little faint spell in Burger King, the previous day, like an OAP might have, was probably the result of having overstressed myself physically, by carrying by giant heavy bag around for four hours in the sun. Or maybe it was the beginning stages of a sinus infection. Or maybe it was both. I am a lucky, lucky boy.

I awoke then at the luxurious time of around half past nine. I still felt horrible, but presumably much better than if I had pushed myself to wake up forty five minutes earlier as I had been doing on previous days.

I considered taking my first rest-day of the trip. I had, though, due to various time constraints and bus schedules, only booked for to spend a single full day in Faro, which it did seem a shame to waste in bed. 

I hoisted myself quasi-vertical and began to search for stuff to do. There wasn't much… Faro appears to be one of those places where every TripAdvisor suggestion seems to begin with “you can reach this other, much better place if you just take an hour long ferry ride and then two buses”. I had neither the time not energy for that kind of faffery, today, nor in fact did any of the ferries appear to be running during the winter months. I decided instead then to just have a quick walk around the perimeter of the town, thereby conquering it and claiming it as my own.

I planned my route to loosely pass through many of the inviting looking parks that the town has to offer (the majority of which did unfortunately end up being a bit shit) and set off into the foggy morning, which was actually quite sunny and also in the early afternoon.

I ambled slowly around, stopping off at -what has to be said was - a 5/10 viewpoint, at best.

Yeah...No, it's...it's pretty fine!

Before winding back into the city, via the only nice park of the day which had all peacocks and quote-unquote ‘art’ all in it.

Yep. That's an art, alright.

And what looked like quite am impressive mosque on Google maps, but actually turned out to be an abandoned takeaway

I hope this doesn't lay my cultural ignorance bare, but this *isn't* a mosque, right?

Before I found myself, once more, in the old town. I had a look at some pretty okay churches, I guess

Yeah...No, it's...it's pretty fine!

And shopped for some basically fine souvenirs, before realizing I was kind of just…done with my plans after only a couple of hours.

I stopped off at the still-quite-foul smelling Faro Pier to eat my lunch of a reasonably nice sandwich and the remainder of an even more foul smelling bag of crisps, the smell of raw sewage being dumped into the ocean not bothering me that much, and in fact, actually being quite a potent reminder of home. Satire.

Without much left to do I decided to head home, making sure to walk past the station on the way, so I had some idea of where I would be catching my bus to Seville the following morning (which may seem like overkill, preparation-wise, but actually proved invaluable the next day, so you can just back off my shit, thanks.) And also plodding through the town graveyard which had a lovely family of cats living in it but did also act as a grim reminder of life's ceaseless march towards to cold, dead earth. 6/10.

I finally got home and immediately had a nap. I awoke an hour later feeling no more rested than I had before I went to sleep, but definitely less coherent, so that was something and set about doing a bit of work, the deadline for which I had been duly ignoring for the last month and which had crept up on me in a very upsetting manner, like a pervert from a bush.

Eventually though, after about two hours, I was free from the yoke of the oppressive mistress that was a fairly insubstantial, straightforward administrative task and felt a familiar rumbly in my tumbly.

I had decided, early on today, that my quasi-rest day would also factor in a quasi-cheat day and I would get myself something right nice for dinner. I had a Google to see what was in the area. Mostly kebabs. Didn't really fancy a kebab, having gone right off them for some unknown reason in the last year; nor did I find myself especially enamoured with any of the recommended local delicacies which appeared to be limited to either a dry pork bun or a plate full of prawns. 

To my shame, then, I found myself, once again, in Burger King, the novelty of it being only a five minute walk from the apartment too much to bare. (The nearest Burger King to my house in Scotland is a ten minute walk. This was a game changer.)

I left with the upsettingly named “brutal bacon” burger meal, a little milkshake and some heavily discounted onion rings due to a mistake on the part of the staff, ensconced myself beneath my duvet and ate the entire thing in my pants while watching an episode of south park and it was brilliant and I will not be shamed for it and I will fight any man, woman or, especially, child who intimates otherwise.

[lovehotelreservation]

Hello everyone! _(°ω°｣ ∠)_ It’s been a long time coming, but I’m happy to announce that at long last, the Compendium and headcanon pages are up to date now! Winter of Faffery, Love Hotel Reservation, and a few Fire Emblem/Reigen headcanons are there for your viewing pleasure~!

[nomdeguerreblogs]

Hello! What are your thoughts on that epic and extremely pleasing Tommy x Grace scene from 5x01?

Hi anon! To be completely honest with you, I’m not watching the series at the moment. It involves too much faffery with vpns and stuff for someone who just isn’t that invested any more. But I’m reading reviews and recaps and stuff so I’m hopelessly uninformed to blog kinda up to date. Yeah that scene. WAY more than could possibly have been hoped for and it made me smile just seeing Annabelle in the role again. What I liked: Grace is clearly still a place of comfort, solace and acceptance. Warmth to the winter of living. He seeks her, I suspect often, because with her Tommy finds a place to relax and (somewhat ironically) let down his guard completely. He needs her. What I’m unsure about: she’s a drug-induced hallucination of a woman who forgives and accepts Tommy regardless and has zero agency. She’s literally his fantasy. Saying what he wants to hear. Clasping his head gently to her breast. Untarnished in white. His Madonna... Yeah but honestly actually really fucking happy the scene happened. I was singing as I made breakfast that morning, anon, singing. X

[supermoviemaniac]

A FEW ANT-MAN AND THE WASP (SPOILER-FREE) REACTIONS! Can't wait even more now! It's nice to see that Peyton Reed kicked ass a second time, especially after the director faffery on the first movie. The special effects and action implementation within it gets a special mention too! Being called the best MCU sequel since Winter Soldier is super bold, and I couldn't be happier about it!

[lovehotelreservation]

Work of An Enemy’s Hand - Put On a Show

Summary: Because Dio gets bored easily yet is so difficult to fully entertain.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Dio/Reader/Dio’s henchmen

; u ; And so, we have come to the very last one-shot of the Winter of Faffery, and with an idea that I’ve had as a draft since 2015--which was initially inspired by “Papi Pacify” by FKA twigs** (Video is nsfw)! On that regard, I find no better way than to send off this fic spam~ While you can expect a sappy reflection letter and all later on, for now, I sincerely hope you enjoy this one-shot!

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With all the luxury and power at his disposal, it was hard to imagine how Dio could ever find himself bored.

Still, having to hide away in the cool darkness of his Cairo mansion made things quite dull. Without having to lift a finger, his requests were practically fulfilled by his faithful servants at a near instant. Though, he usually took his boredom out on you, the closest person he'd ever consider to be his lover. Whether on the silken sheets of his bed, or right against the stairway that lead from the second floor to the third, he subjected you to his lustful depravity.

Your mewls, the arch of your back, the cry and moan of his name, he found your reactions to be so exquisite, beautiful, his prized possessions. So confident he was in your devotion to him was that, during the peak of his bored moods, would be when he would ask for you and his most loyal followers to entertain him.

Putting on this 'show' had become a common occurrence for you, albeit one you were happy to host nonetheless. While you were as devoted to Dio as could possibly be, you had come to anticipate--sometimes crave--for his boredom. As he spectated from his seat in the space he had designated to be his throne room with a glass of wine in hand, you were happy to entertain with other participants.

By now, you had some to enjoy riding N'Doul, eagerly sinking down and bouncing upon his cock while your hands braced against his bare chest. This all took place as he teased you with admonishment, purring how he could easily tell how much you were enjoying this. As someone who should never stray from Lord Dio--especially one of his lovers--he sought to punish you by summoning Geb and having it spank you aggressively, or--if he was in a sadistic mood, which tended to be often, thrust into your ass at the same time as you rode him.

When it came to Terrence and Daniel, you had to admit that you enjoyed being in the center of their sibling rivalry. Treated like a prize--a compliment, as Dio's lover should be regarded in such high value--you served to be a 'judge' as to who could pleasure you best. While Daniel insisted that his experience--by his talented tongue and deft fingers--was unmatched, Terence--after smacking his older brother for spouting nonsense--was prideful of his youthful stamina. If things ended in a draw--which also was common--then you were indulged with getting fucked by the two at the same time.

As for Vanilla Ice, he tended to handle you delicately, as he wouldn't even think about being too rough with Dio's lover--except if his lord requested it. He handled you with care, concerned with your well-being and making sure that you were not feeling uncomfortable. If that were the case, he would ask that you punish him accordingly as you saw fit, such as teasing him to close to climax before denying his orgasm. That aside, he was the one who could spend hours worshiping your body, marveling at how magnificent that you, the most cherished one of Dio, were.

Though, above all, what was most thrilling--and entertaining, in Dio's eyes--was when you had all four on you simultaneously. He delighted in watching you get pounded at once by both Terence and N'Doul, all while your mouth was stuffed with Daniel's cock as Vanilla Ice busied his mouth with sucking and tasting your nipples.

It was even better when--much like today--there was an unexpected but familiar guest. While you were utterly overwhelmed by the four, you could hear Dio chuckle in greeting while the familiar drawl of "Weh-hell now, looks like there's a party 'n here!"

"You've come just in time, Hol. Come join. I'm sure you are weary from your travels."

"Gotta say I'm prett-ty weary, but seein' this right before me has me all charged up! Many thanks, Lord Dio. Don't mind if I do!"

"Before you do, Hol, if you don't mind indulging me on this question: but do you drink?"

"Well of course, Lord Dio. Nothing like a cold bottle of beer after a day full of wanderin'!"

There was a pause from Dio's end, even as you were occupied by the noisiness of having his four of his most faithful servants have their way with you. However, with the sound of footsteps, it wasn't long before they all suddenly drew back from you.

Confused, you sat up slowly, your eyes moving towards your lover's direction.

Without any words, he only strutted to the mattress that had been set out just for the occasion, his wine glass in hand. Hol quickly joined his side, a wide grin plastered on his face at what was to soon follow.

With a smirk, Dio brought his cup over your chest and spilled his cup of wine over your skin, "Go. Taste for yourself. It's a lovely cherry flavor." Looking towards the other four, he chuckled and then added, "The same goes for you all. I'm sure it'll taste even better..." He trailed off, his eyes meeting yours, his gaze softening even as they still shone brightly with amusement. "...given from whom you're drinking it off of."

Rather than turn his back to return to his seat--as he usually would--Dio instead remained where he stood, watching as the thirsty mouths of the five who surrounded you proceeded to suck up and lap at the wine trickling down your skin. Now up close, he watched as you were ravaged, gazing as your expression contorted from the ceaseless, ever growing pleasure that you were subjected to. Once again, he happened to catch your gaze amidst it all and--seeing how dark it was from such overwhelming lasciviousness--he felt his cock stiffen with arousal.

While it was something that was never questioned, in this particular moment, he witnessed you still thinking about him even as you were pleasured by five other men.

Dio's smirk widened as he brought his hand to the front of his pants.

As enjoyable as it was to sit back and watch, he was eager to see how you were going to handle all six of them at once.

[lovehotelreservation]

Work of An Enemy’s Hand - Pollen Count

Summary: To its core, Stray Cat was just an average pet cat in a plant’s body. It just had the ability to release deadly bubbles. Along with, as you and your husband have come to witness, sex pollen.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Kira

HELLO EVERYONE! AND SO WE HAVE ARRIVED TO THE VERY LAST DAY OF FAFFERY! Unlike previous weeks, due to how my schedule worked out, I decided to post the entirety of this final week of Faffery on this day, so please expect 4 one-shots, including this very one! Much like how “Thighs of Heaven” came about to be, I thought of this theme just from a simple pun, one that amused me greatly~

With so much to post today, I shall not talk for too long~ I hope you enjoy this one-shot and the ones to come!

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Spring wasn't supposed to arrive to Morioh for another two months. Cherry blossoms remained carefully tucked away in their branches, ready to burst forth in gorgeous vibrancy so their petals may float to the ground as though to welcome the coming season.

It was still a ways away before your husband, Kira, would be involuntarily selected to camp out in order to secure a spot beneath a cherry blossom tree in lieu of the Kame Yu staff picnic. While he performed his task dutifully, you were ever amused when he was ranting under his breath at home as he prepared to leave.

And yet, despite the amount of time that still had yet to pass, that did not stop Stray Cat from acting up even more than usual. While you and Kira expected for the creature to enter some form of hibernation--at least behave in a subdued, languid manner--it became clear that being pent up inside the house with only the faint winter light to take in was beginning to affect it greatly.

Your husband cautioned you to leave the feeding and overall care for Stray Cat to him, or Killer Queen if the cat-plant was misbehaving viciously. However, since the feline hybrid was quite attached to you, that proved to be difficult, but was enforced anyhow--like Kira would allow the house pet to order him around.

That was enough to push Stray Cat over the edge. Restricted from continuous sunlight and its favorite owner, your pet was pent-up, irritated, yearning.

Certainly, neither you nor your husband was aware that Stray Cat was capable of releasing a pollen that served as a highly potent aphrodisiac.

When you awoke that morning, the two of you were quickly aware of strong, sweet aroma--with a faint hint of spice, much like cinnamon--in the air. While your husband shrugged it off, far too caught up with making sure he was tardy to work by a couple minutes, as per his strives to be "average", but between preparing breakfast and your husband slipping on his work attire, your daily routine quickly took a sharp turn into disarray.

Once you were finished with cooking, you sought to find the source of the odd scent. You were the stay-at-home spouse, so you had time to spare. Though, as the morning went on, your body began to feel warm, a sense of yearning sweeping over you, the desire for "fulfillment" becoming too strong to deny. It was something you thought to bring up to your husband--especially when you went to kiss him goodbye for work, wishing he would stay a little longer, noticing that his azure gaze seemed darker in color as your lips parted with his--but you did not want to intrude on his precious morning routine.

While this only deepened your need for Kira--which, even the thought of touching yourself for some relief was rejected as you wanted not a single substitute--you believed that if you simply occupied yourself with finding the peculiar aroma, you could keep yourself at ease until he returned home. Though, it didn't take you too long to find the source, albeit accidentally.

At first you thought to do a thorough sweep through your home, but as you stood in the closet to slip on some looser house attire to ease the heat surging through your body, you were alerted to some intense but muffled mewling from up in the attic, where Stray Cat was currently residing in. While your husband's stern command for you to leave any interactions for him, the side of which you prided yourself on being the pet's favored caregiver came shining through.

However, as soon as you opened the hatch the lower down the stairway, you gasped while the scent spilled out from the attic at its full potency, shivers crawling along your skin as the heat welling within your body intensified. Your knees felt weak and you immediately fell forward, bracing yourself against the wooden stairway for support.

You were certainly quite the sight to behold for your husband as he burst through the closet door.

Stunned, your head snapped back to see him standing there, seemingly out of breath, red-faced, hair and suit disheveled--did he sprint back home? His serious expression looked to be on the verge of breaking, only to falter as soon as he realized your compromising position and how that sickeningly sweet aroma was inescapable in this small space. He tensed just as you--your voice strained from the needy heat seizing you--remarked, "D-Darling, you're back. Did you forget s-something for work--?"

"I called in sick."

As flustered as he appeared, he remained composed in tone. At first, at least. Once his eyes roamed down your body, taking in how loose your attire was, your reddened complexion, the overwhelming allure you were exuding at this very moment, his voice broke with small stammers as he reached up to loosen his tie, "I-I did not feel well on the way to work, so I decided to return home. In fact, I didn't even bother to call in just yet because--" He trailed off, realizing that you were about to finally rise and stand up from the ladder, prompting him to immediately cut in with a hard, "Darling, my apologies, but stay where you are."

"'Stay?'" You repeated curiously, even as you shivered from his hard tone. Still, you did as he had instructed, and that was honestly enough to tip him over.

And thus resulted in how the both of you would be spending your day together.

Your loose clothes were somewhere on the closet floor, now tattered and tossed away by your husband's doing, laying alongside his suit. The attic stairway was now empty, albeit with certain steps retaining a faint trace of sweat, pearl-colored splotches, and noticeable scratch marks--done by fingertips coated with saliva--the ceiling door remaining open for more pollen to come wafting down.

By now, the two of you have lost count.

What hour was it?

There was no time to look at the clock.

Perhaps it was about time the two of you grabbed something to eat?

Your hunger for each other wasn't going to be sated any time soon.

Besides, it was more than fulfilling to be in such need by your husband, who craved you just as much as you him. From the closet to the bed you shared night after night, you remained sprawled on the bed, having lost the energy to even grab onto the sheets. Your mouth was agape, allowing moans to flow out of while Kira was eager to dip his thumb or index finger inside. Feeling your tongue ever so obediently twirl around his fingertips as you would to his cock fueled his need to fuck and ravish you completely--not even counting the way how that scent from the attic continued to drift into the bedroom.

For someone who was able to find complete sexual pleasure from just handjobs, you were absolutely loving this needy, lustful side to your husband, the ravenous and ferocity behind each of his thrusts leaving you feeling full and complete. Your body was painted in white, his sticky release--for however many times you both had done it up until now--coating your belly and thighs, while also leaking from your core.

By now, you could feel his cock throb within and you quivered as you felt your own peak drawing near yet again. While you couldn't help but feel this odd sense of glee as to whether he was going to release inside or not, there was also the question of whether this would be the moment when the two of you would finally be sated.

Who knew, who cared at this point, honestly?

You could think about it later, for as long as there was a crave, the two of you--as married people do--would fulfill it for one another.

Certainly, spring wouldn't arrive for another two months, though from the way things were going now, perhaps something else would come forth in nine.

[lovehotelreservation]

Work of An Enemy’s Hand - Extremities

Summary: Even with the chaos that tends to follow the four Pillar Men--which does spill into the domestic life you share with them--you still find nothing but unwavering love dedicated from them all just to you.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Pillar Men

YOU WOULD THINK THAT ME AND MY LEWDNESS WOULD’VE WRITTEN A LEWDFIC WITH ALL THE PILLAR MEN AT THE SAME TIME BY THIS TIME, BUT IT JUST NEVER CAME TO BE. HOWEVER, THAT ALL CHANGES RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW~ I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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The concept of 'domestic life' was one that typically conjured up gentle, romanticized imagery of the exchange of simple but well-meaning knick-knacks, tender cuddling on a couch, kisses in the kitchen while cookies prepared with a lover are baked in a warm oven, and playful touches that were affectionate in every manner.

Certainly, you had some form of domestic life with those who came to life from stone, albeit in an utterly extreme way.

A simple craving for chocolate did not mean that Santana had to go and uproot an entire cacao tree that he literally lifted up on your behalf. Cuddling with Kars meant that you had to lay beside him upon his extravagantly luxurious bed while he toyed with and fondled your leg like a guitar. As for Esidisi, he had this thing where he demanded that you bake cookies on his chest instead, smirking cockily while goading you into eating it off of him if you wanted your treats to badly. Then, lastly, with Whammu, he thought affection was demonstrated best whenever the two of you sparred--though, you were the one actually putting in effort to not get easily thrown across the room while he was administering a hundredth of his strength.

Adapting to domestic life with the four proved to be quite the endurance run, but not quite like the effort made to accommodate them during sex.

For the four of them, there was a matter of varying degrees of worry of how they may possibly break you--with Whammu on the more concerned side, Santana in the middle, Kars right beside, and Esidisi eager to see how much you were going to be able to handle.

Needless to say, if there was a will, there was a way...to take on the Pillar Men during sex.

You had four gorgeous beings all to yourself. Squandering this blessed opportunity was an absolute 'no' for you.

Certainly, it took much patience, much foreplay, some more patience, much endurance, and even more patience to get to where you were now, but to say all those aspects paid off was an understatement.

Unlike before, when seeing the full length and girth of their erect cocks was as daunting as it was exciting, you were able to fit at least half of Kars's into your mouth while Santana fucked his into yours with deep, languid strokes, much like you were currently doing so on this lazy afternoon day. Not to mention, you tended to be held up in the air while you were pierced at both ends, with the two supporting you without an issues whatsoever. For them, it was a sense of satisfaction from being able to carry and lift you up with such ease as they had their way with you.

While you had Kars purring and referring to you as his precious, obedient little doll--praising the eager strokes of your tongue against his cock through sweet words and his large hands greedily stroking over skin and toying with your nipples--Santana was letting out low grunts as he set his curiosities aside to give in to the basic, primal nature to push into your tightness.

By contrast to this comparatively tame form of intimacy, anytime you were paired with both Esidisi and Whammu was like some form of endurance training.

Literally handed off by Kars and Santana, the other two also found pleasure in personally supporting and holding you up while they had their turn with you. Sandwiched between the two--thus becoming quite the display for Kars and Santana as they spectated--you were left to be pounded into by Whammu and Esidisi simultaneously, your arms wrapped tightly around the former's neck.

The more sentimental one between them both, Whammu did not refrain from expressing love through gentle praises and kisses, whether short pecks, or drawn out, open mouthed ones, while he pushed into your core--especially since he took much pride in helping you adapt and take in their cocks. On the other hand, Esidisi had a preference for fucking your ass, showing off his fondness for you through teasing vulgar words and spanking you with every single one of his thrusts.

And this was your overall version of vanilla.

Regardless, by the time the four of them were finished with you, your body was heavy with exhaustion and fulfillment. Your skin would be marked--whether from their mouths, hands, or release--as though you were their personal canvas. There was also a sense of personal pride, in that there was no one else who could think to please the four as best--or better--as you could.

It was here, however, where the tenderness often associated with domestic life came forth in fullness.

Aftercare was impeccable, especially since it was offered to you fourfold. While Kars was the one to prepare a luxurious bath for you--with your favorite scents and amenities, along with your ideal choice in flowers for decoration--it was Esidisi who would gently splash you with your bathwater asking if you needed him to heat up the temperature for you. Afterwards, you would be treated to a massage by Whammu, who knew exactly which points in your body was feeling the most sore after such intense, demanding intimacy, all while Santana would be quietly reading from whichever book that his ever continuous curiosity lead him to.

While the domestic life shared with these four tended to be more extreme by comparison to others, what was unquestionable--and even amplified--was the fact that they would not want share such tenderness with anyone else but you.

[lovehotelreservation]

Work of An Enemy’s Hand - Festivities

Summary: After stumbling upon an encounter between the don of Passione and some poor unfortunate soul, it would seem that you would be celebrating Carnival in an entirely different manner.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Diavolo

HUH SO THIS ONE TURNED OUT A WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT THAN I FIRST EXPECTED IN THAT THIS WAS GOING TO BE A LA SQUADRA LEWD THANG. I KNOW I TEND TO NOT WRITE IN SUCH ~DARK~ THEMES, ESPECIALLY FOR LEWDS, BUT I THOUGHT TO TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT THIS GO AROUND~ I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

**Warning: the following one-shot contains themes of dub-con and allusions to violence!

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You saw something you shouldn't have.

Here, on the last night of Venice's annual Carnival, you bore witness to the silencing of a gang member in the midst of a deal gone horribly wrong. Having wandered through the many alleyways that made journeying through the city such a delight, still in your costume, you just happened to round a corner when you saw what had just transpired, the lighting from surrounding houses either dimmed or completely dark in light of the evening's festivities. By the scuffle that took place between two men, the one who was reduced to his knees, sputtering as he gripped the front of his torso, his festive attire become stained with crimson. The words he uttered with his last gasping breath were,

"Damn you, don...of...Passione..."

As terrifying of a surprise it was to see such a gruesome moment with your very own eyes--by none other than the leader of the most fearsome gang in Italy--what was especially striking was that moments ago, you were dancing with this same exact man in St. Mark's Square.

A lithe man of tall stature with his long spotted, pink hair tied back in a bun, he exuded a dark, mysteriousness that was much too seductive to simply let go after your dance together, emphasized by his incredibly crafted volto mask. His embrace was strong and inviting--furthered by the scent of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne--and the way his hands held yours made you wish that he would touch you more. Not to mention, gazing up into his eyes and seeing his stare focused purely on you only fueled a need to see what was beneath his mask.

The immediate instinct, of course, was to flee before you were spotted. Whether it was because of a slip of a gasp or your feet amidst the complexities of your costume, or if he was already aware of your presence, your former dance partner's head snapped up towards your direction. Even with the little bit of light currently available, you could make out--feel even--his dark gaze on you.

Regardless, you quickly turned to run, only to find yourself rushing straight into his chest. You were much too flustered to even begin to think about how he was in front of you at such an immediate manner, but fear seized you as quickly as his hands did to your wrists, taking little effort in pinning you against a nearby wall. Your heart raced, knowing without question that this was where you would meet your demise.

You found the secret behind the mystery and it lead you to this.

Still, even if you were facing the end, you were ready to plead, to beg, to do absolutely anything to get out of this situation.

Whether Passione's Don caught on to your intentions--you were sure that he would be familiar with frantic beseeching--or it was more out of his personal wishes, you watched as somehow his mask was removed; like some invisible hand had undone the tie at the back. Rather than marvel at the handsome features you were hoping to expect, you only saw your own terror reflected back at you with his cold and serious his expression was.

Holding you pinned in place with his hands, he continued to keep you in your current position with his steely gaze and equally hardened words as--at last--spoke to you with a harsh growl,

"Prove to me you can keep quiet about this. Now."

The hands that were keeping you in place relinquished their hold. While this was the perfect opportunity to escape, you knew even attempting to flee now would only end horribly for you, especially since you couldn't even begin to image what he--a don to a gang--could hold in store for you.

He never told you exactly what he meant by his command, but as you watched his gaze begin to trail along your body--and as you recalled how his hands lingered and roamed over you during your dance together--you knew what he was trying to get at. Though, as you were very told, you had to demonstrate your silence somehow, which--with your mind so hyper-aware and on edge--you managed to think off in less than a minute.

You reached back to undo the clasp that held up the top portion of your costume, after which you then grasped his hand with your own. Before you brought his hand up to your mouth--your silent way of saying, "I'll be be as quiet as you want me to be"--you first pressed it to your cheek, looking into his eyes as you nuzzled against his palm: a means of offering your tension-riddled respect.

It was then that you relinquished control over to him.

From a distance, you could hear the liveliness of Carnival continue on throughout the night. Even closer was the sound of locals heading out to join in on the festivities. Despite the likelihood of getting caught in the position you were currently in, you did not concern yourself too much--as those who would intrude on Passione's don fucking you hard would probably wind up silenced.

Which, on that note, you did your best to remain free of such a fate.

Caged to the wall by his body, you attempted to remain upright, your knees feeling wobbly from the spur of the event and from accommodating the don's ceaseless pounding. Even with his hand clamped tightly over your mouth--the other lifting your leg up to offer access after tearing through your costume--you still continued to muffle yourself as best as you could. Though, feeling the girth and length of his cock drill inside you made it very difficult to do so.

What kind of betrayal were you committing to yourself for feeling pleasure from this man, whom just earlier was someone you wanted to know everything about, now one who literally had you within the palm of his hand? This was not the time for pondering or fantasizing, however--else risk losing focus and allowing yourself to be noisy. Instead, you kept yourself in tune to what was going on. Quiet as you made yourself to be, you at least rolled your hips against his in meeting--one reason was to appease and stroke his ego, the other for your own personal delight.

This moment shared between you both wasn't meant to drag on--especially with how quick and rough his rhythm was as he fucked you. As suddenly as this encounter began, it did end. While your core spasmed and clenched around his cock, it took every effort you could muster to not squeal into his palm. In contrast, he was much blatantly noisier by comparison as his release spilled hotly inside of you.

While he--at last--lowered your leg back down to the floor, he leaned ahead, his mouth seeking your ear.

"And with this," he hissed lowly. "You are spared--but are now forever bound to me."

Bound forever...?

The repeated question was reflected in your eyes, but he did not offer an answer as he fixed his appearance. Instead, he--after looking presentable once more--just reached down to retrieve his mask, slipping it back on before he left without another word.

Finally, you allowed your shoulders loosen up, even as your heartbeat continued to pump at quickened rate. This was certainly a one-night stand encounter you would not be forgetting soon.

However, to his parting words, your night at Carnival would not end at just one.

Especially when, some days after you returned home--head full of thoughts of what occurred and where to go from here--a youthful looking man in a purple turtleneck showed up at your door, holding a cannoli to his ear as he went on about how his boss would like to have a word with you.

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Suitable Surface - Support

Summary: You never needed to worry about falling so as long as Josuke was there to support you, whether in a literal or figurative sense. Though, right now as you find yourself pressed against a wall, you would say that he was keeping you up in the former aspect.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Josuke 

AHHH HELLO EVERYONE! I apologize for the delay on this one-shot (a Faffery first lololol~)! At last, we’ve reached the end of this week, leaving just one more week of spamming left! I shall be all sappy and sentimental towards the end~ For now, I hope you enjoy this one-shot with our dearest pompaboyfriend, all to Flume’s “Wall Fuck”~! Thanks again for your support, everyone!

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Diamonds did not break easily, unlike your boyfriend's strength of will.

Really, it was amazing what a short dress and tights could do to a person, especially while dancing the night away at a club.

Perhaps you were just grinding on Josuke too much--as teasingly as you could at that--or from how whenever his hands reached down to caress and squeeze your thighs, he was grabbing at the sheer fabric of your tights instead.

Either way, your boyfriend was on edge, teetering ever closer the more your bodies moved to the rhythm of whatever song was blaring through the club.

Amongst the crowds of people who were just looking for a good time, a few hours of freedom after a week's work, you and Josuke thought to start off your weekend with a night out together. You would have your lazy Sunday soon enough but the thought of sleeping in was unfathomable to your boyfriend, especially with your tights getting in the way of what he really wanted to touch.

Closer, closer...

"Why even wear tights tonight?" The question was huffed against your ear as two hands planted firmly on your hips.

Closer...

You ground your backside against his crotch, feeling the outline of his growing erection through his pants. Turning your head to offer him a sweet smile, you answered with pure pride, "Because you're cutest when you're all huffy and puffy like this~"

The grip on your hips tightened.

There would be no turning back from this.

While the back of the club may not have been the best place to be admonished and scolded in this context--albeit fitting--there was no way that either of you would try to indulge in this slow-building burst of intimacy in the restroom, especially with how packed it was. You stumbled over your feet as you were quickly escorted to the back. bracing yourself against the wall.

Compared to the overwhelming humidity that filled the club, the air outside was refreshingly chill, amplified when you felt Josuke yank up up the hem of your dress. He grabbed a handful of your ass--a moment of indulgence for him--before you heard and felt the sudden tear of your tights and, quickly right after, your underwear. The rush of cold air hitting the back of your exposed skin left you feeling exhilarated, that Josuke was in this much need of you to literally rip off your clothes.

"I'll fix them right up for you afterwards," he reassured, his voice strained with urgency as he undid his belt and zipper. His hands on your waist, he spun you around so you were facing him, a movement so quick that you were not ready for the kiss he offered to your lips--firm and needy--all before he reached for your thighs, squeezing them at last. When you both broke away from one another, he panted out, "For now, hang onto my neck, will ya?"

The action truly was more for you than him, something to offer you anything to cling onto. With utmost ease, he scooped you up into his sturdy, muscular arms, your legs slinking around his waist in expectation of what was to soon follow.

You felt the head of his cock prod against your opening, the warmth of your slickness all much too inviting to resist before he sheathed the full length of cock inside you, filling and stretching you out like no one else could. As someone who often took his time when it came to sweet, wondrous intimacy in which he found pleasure from yours, to witness and feel him cave in and yield to his primal instincts brought you sheer delight.

Hard, solid thrusts pummeled into you ceaselessly, his hips slamming against yours as your center coiled around and squeezed his cock. He spoke to you between clenched teeth, a curse, a shuddered gasp. His voice was thick with need, especially as he asked for you to undo the top of your dress.

You complied to his request, and were then thus treated to his mouth immediately latching onto your nipples. A shiver coursed through you, his mouth feeling warm--near molten--against your flesh, his lips sucking on the hard nubs of flesh seemingly in tune to his thrusts.

Your arms remained locked around Josuke's neck--perfect for keeping his head close to yours so you both may indulge further in heated, open-mouthed kisses while your hands teased through his hair, which only riled up him further--your back was pressed against the cool, cement wall of the back of the club while he drove you against it ceaselessly with his thrusts. There was something enthralling about being carried around and lifted so easily by your lover, his strength balanced off by his sweet smile yet stormy temper. To be catered to both tender touches and aggressive sex by this man made made the sensations all the more pleasurable.

The want, the desire, the need.

Josuke would devote that soon--the coming Lazy Sunday would be the time for slow, indulgent intimacy to you. For now, this Friday night would be his to command and savor as he had his way with you.

Though, from the way that warm, pearl-colored sticky ribbons trickled down the thighs he was in such an intense need to touch, the day had no relevance. You belonged to one another no matter what.

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AND SO, WITH 23 ONE-SHOTS OVER THE SPAN OF THIS FRIGID SEASON, THE WINTER OF FAFFERY HAS NOW DRAWN TO A CLOSE! ; u ; It definitely has been quite the experience, especially since I have been turning up to an internship on the side--thus giving me not as much free time as before! However, overall, I had so much fun, and I am proud of and pleased with the content that I created during this span of time!

As always, from the bottom of and just the entirety of my heart, thank you all so much for your support! To take the time to just simply read what I create means a huge deal to me! ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡ Especially in light of hitting 1k followers this past month, I am so touched and truly honored to be able to write for you all, to create and present ideas that bring me creative fulfillment and--hopefully and ideally--joy to all of you!

It’s been an interesting fic spam overall this go around, one which has made me quite aware of the importance of time management and made me want to reconsider how future Faffery’s are structured and carried out! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ I know for certain that an idea that I have--which will celebrate me hitting 1k--will be a definite twist to Faffery’s format, and I look forward to working on that idea with you all!

And with this everyone, thank you and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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ALRIGHTY EVERYONE! HERE’S WHAT TO EXPECT TODAY~! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!

11 AM: MEOW 12 PM: IT JUST FUNCTIONS 1 PM: YOU KNOW HOW THERE WAS AN EDM REMIX OF “SONO CHI NO SADAME”? WHY WAS THERE NONE FOR “BLOODY STREAM” IT WOULD’VE FIT PERFECTLY 2 PM: WHAT KIND OF EMPLOYEE BENEFITS DO U THINK DIO OFFERS

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ALRIGHT. LET’S GO. THE FINALE. THE END. THE LAST OF (L)US(T)

ALAS, I DID MENTION DOUBLE POSTING OVER THE WEEKEND, BUT AS I SHALL BE ATTENDING A CON ON SUNDAY, UR GETTING ONE BIG FAREWELL PARTY FOR FAFFERY WITH Q U A D R U P L E LEWDS!

STILL I DIDN’T WANT TO HOLD OFF ON THE SCHEDULE ANY LONGER, AND SO, HERE’S THE LAST LINE-UP OF THE WINTER OF FAFFERY EVERYONE!

Sunday: SPICY PASTA SAUCE, CASUAL FRIDAY AT KAME YU, LOVE IS 4 PILLARS, CHILLING WITH THE VILLAINS

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Something to note about the 4 one-shots posted this afternoon~ (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ They were all written out and finished within the span of last night~!  _(：3 」∠ )_ While something I will try to avoid in the future, this was definitely a feat that I am rather proud of~!

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Suitable Surface - Vocal

Summary: Red is feeling a little sore after losing a spiked Tapu Cocoa-induced Pokemon match against Blue. Thankfully, you’re there to help him feel better.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Red

HELLO EVERYONE! Looks like we’re almost done with another week of Faffery~! I’m excited for this one-shot, because I legit bought Pokemon Sun/Moon for this particular boyfriend. LIKE the setting immediately caught my attention, the starters were cute, the Alolan forms made me happy, but RED LOOKING BIG AND BEAUTIFUL (AS DID BLUE) WAS THE SELLING POINT FOR ME! If anything, this week’s theme--based off of Flume’s “Wall Fuck”--came to be when I thought of Red while listening to this song!

All that said however, I do hope you enjoy this one-shot!

**This one-shot contains mentions/descriptions of drunkenness!

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To say so much with so little.

It was the defining trait of Red, the Pallet Town Champion, his lack of words emphasizing his stellar victories. Many wondered if he ever bothered to speak, or how he was able to direct his Pokemon to battle without parting his lips. Though, there was plenty of curiosity as to how your relationship with him--albeit the gossip was often stoked by Blue and his insistence on pestering his rival to no end.

However, neither you nor Red paid much attention to the speculation surrounding you both. At this point in your relationship with him, you had come to interpret his silences and grunts with little issue, along with his often stoic expressions. If anything however, he reserved his words to those closest to him, so he often spoke up more whenever you two alone. That aside, for him, love was demonstrated through action, whether hold your hand firmly as you traversed the regions together, or sharing a kiss with you right before the start of a tournament.

You were especially aware of how Red showed frustration, irritation, namely because you were often there to relieve him of those feelings.

Much like now.

Red was never one for defeat, especially at the hands of Blue. However, this wasn't meant to be a serious Pokemon match anyhow, not with Red and Blue drunk off of spiked Tapu Cocoas. It did prove to be an amusing spectacle, with Blue--amidst his inebriated gloating--squinted hard at his summoned Exeggutor, looking confused as to when his Pokemon suddenly became so short as opposed to all the Alolan versions he had seen thus far. As for your boyfriend, well, he tried to guide his Pikachu through a Z-Move with absolutely no experience doing so beforehand, thus stumbling over and falling into the pool instead.

Certainly your trip to Alola has been an intriguing experience up until now, namely that Blue was around to tag along and pester your boyfriend to no end while all three of you explored the islands. That was usually done by playfully hitting on you, or challenging Red to Pokemon matches while spouting out his usual smug trash talk. The amount of times you arrived at the Hano Grand Resort pool area to relax only to see Red and Blue wrapped up in some form of competition--whether a Pokemon match or a swimming duel--was immeasurable by now. Not to mention, now that all of you were adults, the chances that the long-time rivals were drunk (again, from another previous contest between the two) were quite high.

Though, whenever he was tipsy, Red tended to be more open with expressing his affection towards you--and that did include being vocal with you as well.

Regardless of the playful, drunken nature of this competition, it didn't change the fact that Red was annoyed over the outcome. It certainly didn't help that Blue decided to spontaneously host a victory celebration at the Hano Grand Resort pool bar, inviting all the hotel guests to come join, even requesting a banner from the staff to quickly prepare a "Blue Beat Red!" banner to be hung up for decoration.

Needless to say, both you and Red would be staying up in your suite that night.

You thought to help your boyfriend out of his damp clothes and guide him to the shower, but it became clear that he was in need of something else, given by how you managed to relieve him of his shirt only to find yourself suddenly pinned against a nearby wall. He grunted out his explanation--"Mind helping me take my mind off things?"--his gaze sharp and filled with need.

In response, you smiled and gave your approval with a kiss.

The fall to the pool helped him awaken to his senses a bit more, thus making it so he wasn't fumbling around with your clothes. When you were suddenly flipped around so your front was pressed right up against the wall, you shivered, not just from the cool surface against your naked skin--by this position, he must be really upset, which only made you anticipate for how he was about to handle you.

Red's frame--tall and looming, muscled and vast--caged you in place as his cock entered you fully, stretching and filling you to the brim. As irate as he was however, he took a moment to gauge how you were handling him. When you turned back and offered him a nod with a soft, delighted expression on your face, he quickly worked himself up to a quick, punishing rhythm. One of his hands secured itself in your hair while the other found purchase on your hip, keeping you where you stood as he ravished you without restraint.

Each thrust expressed frustration, every hair tug was with annoyance, while bites to the neck were declarations of vengeance, of how you will see him attain victory next time. He was so vocal at this time too, his growls and grunts mixed in with curses, even praises of how good you were to bring him relief like this. It wasn't as though the pleasure was one-sided in this regard.

Rocking your hips back against his thrusts was your way of encouraging him to confide in you, to freely release his irritation onto you. Bottling up emotions was something to be avoided, as you so shakily declared as your nails dragged against the wall, crying out as your boyfriend took that as to fuck into you even harder. This all occurred while he began to bestow more kisses than bites to your skin.

For as quickly as this burst of passion began, it wasn't long before the two of you were rushed to release. Red had released your hair and hip in favor of wrapping his arms around your frame, hugging you tightly while he gasped and hissed into your neck as his warmth seeped inside you.

Together in embrace, you both caught your breath, waiting for your hearts to settle down after undergoing such intensity. Your knees felt weak and you were sure you would have tipped over were it not for your boyfriend holding you up.

You turned your head to face him, about to ask if he was feeling better when he proceeded to kiss you gently on your lips. Of course, you returned his affectionate act whole-heartedly. A wide-smile soon formed when you both parted as he--his mouth less than a millimeter away from yours--mumbled out,

"Thank you."

But you knew there was more to his remark than simple gratitude.

You found yourself scooped up into his arms as he proceeded to quietly take you to the bathroom for a shower. Smiling up at him adoringly, your arms wrapped around his neck as you sighed out with pure, utter bliss,

"I love you too, Red."

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Suitable Surface - Claiming Victory

Summary: By your broken weapon and your current kneeling position before Toyohisa, it was clear that you lost this sparring match. However, with him trembling before you, you couldn't help but feel like the true victor.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Toyohisa

HELLO EVERYONE! And so, we approach the end of this winter’s fic spam with just a week to go after this one~! I really do hope you all have been enjoying yourselves with all that has been posted thus far!

I’m especially eager to get started on this week, as we begin with a post I’ve been wanting to make for months now! Without question, Toyohisa has become quite dear and very much my husband! Thus, while working on the line-up for this week’s theme--all based on Flume’s eloquently titled “Wall Fuck”--I was excited to include him~!

With all that said however, please enjoy!

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You've done the impossible.

You beat Toyohisa.

While not in the sparring match that was held between the two of you at the makeshift training grounds created amidst the rubble of Verlina--the remnants of your shattered weapon scattered on the cobblestone floor was testament to this--you claimed victory while giving him his prize:

Your head.

Figuratively, of course.

Up until now, you and Toyohisa--while on the same side--were at a clash. His pride and ruthless honor came in conflict with your approach, and in turn, he was aghast as to why you of all people were even on the battlefield in the first place. It was akin to the interactions between Nobunaga and Olminu, though you were more prepared to check your fellow Drifter accordingly, which just resulted in the clash between your weapons.

Witnessing all this, Olminu was horrified, Yoichi was reaching for the nearest available snack, and Nobunaga was chuckling deeply with amusement over what he joked as the beginnings of an "innocent love."

If any romance was to begin between you and Toyohisa, certainly the start of it would not be innocent, given by your current standing--or lack thereof.

You were currently positioned on your knees, your top undone and unraveled to expose your chest--per part of his prize--as your lips remained parted for his cock to push past. Were it not for the full moon and the lit torches that were by the wall whereupon the samurai was leaning against, your senses to fathom this situation would have been left solely to touch, smell, and taste.

While you lost, you had no qualms about your literal position. You may be on your knees, but you had all the power and control in this situation, rewarding Toyohisa for his victory exactly how you wanted to do so.

The worn, black material of Toyohisa's pants were soft to the touch, contrast to his hard, muscled thighs that were oddly pleasing to rest your hands upon, indulging in a squeeze here and there--especially since that elicited such a delightful grunt out of him. While you were touching him like this to amuse yourself, you had to keep his lower half still somehow, what with how eager he was to fuck your mouth at whatever rhythm he so chose.

But then again, you shouldn't be too surprised that Toyohisa's self-control was akin to as it tended to be during battle.

As you bobbed your head up and down the thick, heavy girth of his cock, you noted the heady musk emanating from his skin, a hint of sweat and whatever cologne-tinged soap that Saint-Germi had forced all the men to use. The scent suited a warrior like him, which--despite how you tended to be at odds with one another--made the heat that was gathering at the pit of your stomach grow even more vivacious. It made you want more of him.

A selfishness on your end, however. Certainly not wanting to go out your way to please him.

You were simply trying to leave him breathless as a matter of your own pride and satisfaction, in that you managed to fit his cock into your mouth all the way down to the base, your nose and chin tickled by the thick crown of black hair that awaited you at the bottom. Still, you found yourself wanting to have his taste--reflective of his scent--on your tongue, saltiness with a bitter tinge. Though, you personally found the low snarls released from his mouth to be far more delicious by comparison, especially whenever you happened to glance up at his face.

Thanks to the lighting, whether by moon or by fire, you were able to see Toyohisa's face contort with pleasure. That wicked grin of his struggled to remain on his face--his way of expressing dominance--broken by him either licking or biting down on his lip, growls rising from the bottom of his throat. His hands were left to clutch at the wall behind him, resisting from grabbing at your hair, your head.

He too was acting out of pride, along with his practice of the warrior code. As the loser, you had to accept your defeat gracefully--in that you would perform this act to the best of your ability without help.

Even if he was willing to offer some assistance.

Every time you peeked up at his face, his face--beginning to be slick with sweat--looked to succumb further to the pleasure you offered. He was unraveling within your grasp, within the mere swipe of your tongue, within the suction of your lips. The man who was set to lead you and everyone else to conquer this world--and perhaps defeat the Ends along the way--was becoming weak at the knees because of you. By the tremor in his pelvis and the quickening of his breath, you were sure that he was only moments away from climax.

It was hard to not feel victorious over this.

Your eyes--having lingered at his face--happened to catch his as he lowered his head, wanting to see your mouth full of his cock. While he found the sight all too arousing, what truly made him close to immediately spilling his release down your throat was your gaze. He was the victor, and yet, by the defiance, the amusement, and the challenge in your stare, it felt as though he was the one that was defeated.

At this time, you began to move your hand from his thigh towards his balls, in hopes of teasing him to climax--enough to make him whimper for you. However, you suddenly felt his hand in your hair before your head was yanked back. With the strength in his firm grasp, you were tugged up to your feet at such quickness that you couldn't fathom it at first.

What did immediately register, however, was all of a sudden finding yourself up against the wall where he was leaning against. His body heat made the surface feel warm, especially as your cheek rested upon it, though nothing compared to the scorching aura that seemed to emanate from him, furthered by his hard muscled form pressing you further against the surface before you.

His demonstration of his strength on you only furthered your neediness. But it wasn't as though you were going to admit it anytime soon. Rather than that, you turned back to him and smiled.

"What happened to wanting my head?" You teased, taking ever so much delight from the scowl that immediately formed, his eyes flashing at what he heard to be your declaration to challenge. However, as soon as he moved his mouth to your ear, your knees felt weak from the words he growled out,

"Your head's not enough for me. I'm going to need to claim all of you for myself."

Not to be outdone whenever it came to demonstrating his skill, he licked the shell of your ear, catching the lobe between his grinning teeth while rubbing his hips against the material of your sparring attire.

Even as you quivered, a pleased smile formed on your lips as you hummed, "I'd like to see you try."

Toyohisa's grin widened into a wicked smirk, just before he smothered your lips with his. "Challenge accepted."

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Lap of Luxury - Golden Touch

Summary: Only Giorno could make you feel like treasure while always willing to shower you in some.

Rating: R

Pairing: Reader/Giorno

HELLO EVERYONE! Alas, another week of spamming finishes with the help of our pls-be-confirmed Bun Don~ I do you’ve enjoyed this theme as much as I have, especially since I’ve been wanting to work on this particular idea for a little over a year and a half until now~! This particular one-shot was inspired and influenced by Namie Amuro’s “Golden Touch”, a song that holds a special place for me~

Aside from that, I hope you enjoy!

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Affection.

Displayed through kisses that were always so eager to touch over your lips and skin, through hands knitting with yours in a gentle hold, through surprising you with lavish gifts bought from the finest boutiques that Milan had to offer, through murmuring sweet nothings that--despite the term--were always meaningful and straight from the heart, through turning everyday objects into your favorite flowers.

Love.

Expressed vocally without fail with every morning and evening, visually by kind and gentle blue eyes always yearning to look into yours, physically by a determination that would never rest to protect you from harm.

Touch.

Done with absolute delicacy yet skill, with a hunger that could never have enough of you, with indulgent deliberation to enjoy and appreciate you fully, with a steadfast devotion and reverence that could be akin to a disciple treading over holy ground while still experiencing sheer rapture.

Though, if you were to intentionally push him to his limits--goading him on to do so--he certainly would have no qualms with addressing your actions accordingly. A true leader wouldn't allow any slights to go unpunished, after all. However, this did lead to you being sprawled across his lap--typically while you were together upon his office desk--his palm ready to leave its impression on the skin of your backside.

All three were offered and bestowed to you by your dearest lover, Giorno. While those in Italy's underbelly were aware of his title as Don to Passione--now a more philanthropic organization in comparison to years before--and how intimidating his power and status made him seem, he was yours no matter what.

Though he remained committed to seeing through the goals he had set forth for Passione, there was absolutely nothing that could get in the way between you and him. If his schedule would not permit it, he would make time no matter what--much like now while the two of you had one of Rome's most lavish boutiques all to yourselves, an easy request to make given his power.

The designers and staff had set aside a private room just for you both, having left racks of gorgeous clothing for you to try on, along with wine and plates of snacks to partake. While the treats were pleasing to try, Giorno found satisfaction just from watching you try on clothes. Each time you stepped out of the dressing room left him enthralled, eager, especially when you would turn to look yourself over in the nearby full-length mirror.

While any action of his would not go unchecked, he still slipped behind you every now and then, wishing for a closer look.

And easier access.

You had just pulled on one eye-catching Saint-Laurent romper, in that Giorno's gaze was especially drawn to it, moreso with how the bottom portion accentuated the shape and look of your thighs. No longer was he content with occasionally coming forward to stand near you as you changed, wine glass in hand. Rather, he was--as he did at this moment--pressed flushed close against your backside, his chin resting on your shoulder as he admired your joined refection.

"It looks beautiful on you. If you want it, you only need ask, amore mio," Giorno hummed against your ear, his hands gliding from your sides to meet at and around your front. Together, the flat of his palms began to trail downwards at a slow pace.

You shuddered when his hand lingered over and pressed further in-between your legs, just before reaching for and seizing your thighs, squeezing them eagerly.

With the mirror before you both, you watched as his gentle smile became mischievous, especially as he continued to grope your thighs while keeping you supported and on your feet--however weak your knees felt.

Giorno heard the shaky huff of his name, which only made his grin widen. Chuckling, he kissed your neck, a sweet gesture before he was ready to leave his impression upon your skin, much like as he had done before and will continue to do so moving forward.

He expressed this through words, his voice in a gentle hum as he murmured against your ear,

"After all, you know I am ready to offer you the world as per your desire, tesoro mio~"

You truly were spoiled.