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Battle Tendency art by Tatsuro Iwamoto

[itsameaera]

hiii this is the same anon who requested the bucciaratis gang with an affectionate gf! i absolutely love how you characterized them and i keep coming back to it!

not to be greedy HDHDG but i was wondering if i could get hcs for bucci gang (again😓😓) and how they would spoil their gf!!

again, dont feel pressured to write this one out! xoxo

【❝Primadonna Girl❞】

【Synopsis: The various ways in which Team Bucciarati spoil they’re respective girlfriends rotten】

【Featuring: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Panacotta Fugo, Narancia Ghirga, and Giorno Giovanna】

【Tags: implied fem reader (I’m pretty sure I didn’t use any gendered language but please let me know if I did), established relationship, 】

【Word count: Bruno (303) Abbacchio (319) Mista (328) Fugo (327) Narancia (360) Giorno (338) Total (1.9k)】

【a/n: hello hello anon! Welcome back! I’m so glad you liked your previous request and I hope you enjoy this one too!! I’m super sorry for taking so long to get this out, but real life has been walking me like a dog as of late lol! Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this! I love Golden Wind and Team Bucciarati a lot which always makes writing something for them a great time! Again, so sorry for how long this took to get posted, but I hope it was worth the wait! (๑･̑◡･̑๑)】

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‧₊˚ ┊ Bruno might as well be your sugar daddy given how often he spoils you. Along with quality time, he quite likes lavishing you with gifts. There's just something about seeing your eyes light up and lips curve into a smile that never fails to make Bruno's heart skip a beat. (Your honor, my client is incredibly down bad. He pleads guilty to all charges of being completely whipped for his gf.)

‧₊˚ ┊ The kind of gifts you'll receive from Bruno vary greatly. For example, he gives a piece of jewelry or some other sort of lavish trinket to celebrate every month of your relationship once you're really serious with one another. These pieces are usually custom-made — yes, he has a high-end jeweler on hand that knows him by name — and carry some sort of sentimental meaning or message. On the less expensive side of the spectrum are the bouquets Bruno has sent to your doorstep every week and the little things that catch his eye while he's out and about doing business in Naples. (He absolutely stops to take a look at anything he sees that reminds him of you. He might not buy it right then and there, but trust that he will return for it if he doesn't.)

‧₊˚ ┊ Overall, Bruno just loves spoiling his girl! Given the nature of his… work, he can't spend as much quality time with you as he'd like, so he tries to make up for this by lavishing you with gifts. Of course, Bruno will spend all his free time attached to your hip, but when he can't, expect a neatly wrapped gift to miraculously appear in his stead. (Oh, you better believe he goes absolutely crazy when he knows he'll be going on a mission and won't be able to see you for a bit lol).

‧₊˚ ┊ Abbacchio is definitely not the type to spoil anyone — himself included. He's just not really big on giving or receiving gifts, so you won't be spoiled by him in the material sense. That being said, Abbacchio spoils you in other ways, but the primary method is by letting you take up every single second of his free time. (How does bro have an avoidant attachment style with one of his love languages being quality time??? Make it make sense bc 2+2 ain't adding up to 4 lol.)

‧₊˚ ┊ While Abbacchio isn't that quick to crack open his wallet and buy you a gift — the instances of which are few and far between, but he at least makes sure his gifts are thoughtful and carry a lot of sentimental value — he's much more willing to shower you with quality time! He can't think of anything he'd want more than being able to spend uninterrupted time with you. It doesn't matter what you're doing, be it slow dancing with each other in your living room or going out for dinner and a movie, so long as Abbacchio can be with you, he's content. (He's secretly pretty clingy, but has a really nasty habit of pushing you away and isolating when he gets in his own head. With time, he'll resort to this 'coping method' — if you can even call it that — less and less).

‧₊˚ ┊ When Abbacchio does get you a gift, it's usually something he's spent a lot of time thinking about. He doesn't just want to give you something that you won't love and cherish for at least a little while. It's Abbacchio's hope that he can show his love for you through these gifts, since he's not the best at conveying it through other means. (He's just a sweetie pie fr, don't let his outwardly stern and stoic nature fool you! I'm on my loverboy Abba agenda fr lol!)

‧₊˚ ┊ Mista is another one that doesn't exactly spoil you in the traditional sense. Don't get me wrong, he loves handing you a wad of cash and telling you to 'go treat yourself' with a smug, self-satisfied grin, but he's more prone to lavishing you with all his love! Physical affection is his number one love language, which means he's gonna be all over you for just about every second of the day — bathroom breaks not withstanding. (What am I saying? This mf will invite you to hold it for him while he takes a piss so he can keep you close lol)!

‧₊˚ ┊ For his own sake, Mista needs to have a hand on you at all times, and if he can't, then you better believe the pistols will make up for that by swarming you themselves. The little buggers are just as eager for your love and attention, which may or may not lead to Mista arguing with them for 'taking' you away from him. When he's not beefing with his stand, you'll find him trying to fuse his body into yours. If Mista could, he'd live inside your chest — right next to your heart where it's nice and warm and safe. (Bro is a Hall of Fame simp fr and no one can change my mind).

‧₊˚ ┊ When he's not trying to live inside your skin, Mista is happy to spoil you in the more traditional sense! He loves going shopping with you because he means he gets to watch you try on clothes and carry all your bags for you like a good boyfriend — plus, if you stop by a mall, that means he can get one of those soft pretzels with cheese he loves so much! No matter how much you spend, Mista isn't one to say no to you, so use that to your advantage and make his pockets hurt! (Thankfully, mafia work pays pretty well, so you're not gonna make him go broke lol)!

‧₊˚ ┊ Fugo is the king of responsible financial decisions. I think he has a bit of anxiety surrounding money considering how abruptly he was cut off from his family's wealth, so he makes a point to save and budget to an almost obsessive degree. That being said, he's not so penny-pinching that he won't buy you gifts — he actually quite enjoyed taking the time to pick something out for you — but they won't be all that common an occurrence. (He still allows himself some wiggle room for a spontaneous gift, which is even rarer lol).

‧₊˚ ┊ Fugo does, however, frequently give you flowers. It's a classic romantic gesture that isn't as detrimental to his wallet as a new pair of shoes or Cartier bracelet. Being the huge nerd he is, Fugo goes out of his way to pick out the flowers himself to convey some sort of message though the language of flowers! If you ever clock his tea, he'll deny it up and down, but that won't stop him from continuing to craft these bouquets himself. More expensive gifts like jewelry and the like are only really bought on special occasions like anniversaries or holidays. Fugo is a bit of a perfectionist, so he'll painstakingly spend literal months searching for the perfect gift for you! (As you can see, I'm also on my loverboy Fugo agenda lol).

‧₊˚ ┊ One of the areas where Fugo does frequently spend rather large amounts of money is on dates. He loves taking you out to fancy restaurants and makes a point to do so quite often. There's a sense of pride that comes with stepping out on the town with you on his arm and being the one to cover the check after a lavish dinner. Fugo sets aside a 'date night' fund to cover these expenses, so it doesn't interfere with his budget. (He will stray from his budget on occasion if he knows spending the extra bit will make you happy).

‧₊˚ ┊ Narancia is not the most financially responsible guy out there and can be quite impulsive, which means you'll be receiving a lot of random gifts with seemingly no rhyme or reason. If he sees something he thinks is cool or something he thinks you'd like, then he's buying it without much hesitation. Narancia often gets so enthusiastic about buying you a gift that he forgets to check the price and finds himself in for a rather… expensive surprise once he gets the cash register. (In his defense, he's not the best with math, so he might be off by a digit or two… or three when it comes time to add everything up lol. Don't worry too much about his spending habits, because Bruno has a savings account set up for him to make sure he doesn't blow all his pay on random stuff).

‧₊˚ ┊ Most commonly, Narancia will buy snacks for the two of you to share! This guy is a big spender at the local convenience store. Like, at least every other day, he's dropping like, a hundred dollars on snacks! Narancia struggled to keep food in his belly during his time on the streets, so he's not very keen on sharing his food, but that's obviously not the case when it comes to you! He has your favorite drinks as treats memorized and will make sure to pick them up for you while he's filling his basket with chips, candy, and the like! For Narancia, sharing food is something that comes from a place of deep love and trust, so don't overlook how important this is to him!

‧₊˚ ┊ Also, Narancia really likes buying stuff for the two of you to match! He particularly likes getting you both matching bracelets or keychains! He's also secretly a big Sanrio fan — Pochaco and Keroppi are his favorites — and will buy little knickknacks and blind boxes for you! Yes, Narancia has bought a labubu or two, but he keeps those at home on a shelf because he's not about to get it snatched off his bag after paying out the ass for it. (I love him, he's so silly and whimsical fr).

‧₊˚ ┊ Giorno's middle name is Material Girl, so you better be prepared to get absolutely spoiled rotten, especially once he becomes boss of Passione! He grew up comfortably in terms of financial stability, but he obviously wasn't getting enough allowance from his parents to go around buying the luxury brands he's able to afford now. That being said, Giorno doesn't spend frivolously. While he does spend a pretty penny at the Louis Vuitton store, he's not down there every week dropping a fortune. (Said store does, of course, know him by name since he's one of their best customers lol. He'll every luxury retail store in the vicinity of Passione HQ knows him and some even go so far as to close their stores to the public when they know he's gonna stop by lol).

‧₊˚ ┊ You know that one Ariana Grande some that's like 'I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it'? Yeah, that's Giorno. He inherited a rather sizable bank account from Diavolo after taking his place, and you best believe he's gonna spend those ill-gotten gains on luxury goods. Of course, you're free to take his card to go spend to your heart's content — just be prepared to show him your haul when it's all said and done! He likes going shopping with you, but is terrible when it comes to decision-making and will instead just tell you to buy whatever instead of choosing one or the other.

‧₊˚ ┊ Other than luxury items, Giorno has a tendency to spend a lot on self-care products! A nice, relaxing night in papering each other is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you! He spends a good amount on fancy perfume and skincare, so much so that he has whole shelves — and even a few of those little skincare fridges — full of products! You're always free to use Giorno's products and buy your own. Either way, he doesn't mind as long as you're happy! (Bougie Giorno will always be real in my heart lol).

[bearhaviour]

Still one of my favorite things I've drawn sigh

[gutsssee]

i fear backgrounds!

classic hiding what ur drawing w your hands pose.

[spritewritesstuff]

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Authors Note(s): Self-indulgent ngl, I've been wanting to see more father hcs for La Squadra. You can probably tell at some parts where I lost some motivation however 💔 sorry abt that.

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Warning(s): None, just some fluffy headcanons that I've been craving. Possible spelling or grammer errors, apologies in advance. Gender neutral reader, more AFAB leaning reader (suggested that reader was pregnant and gave birth), BUT WE DO LOVE MPREG SO THAT'S REALLY UP FOR YOU TO DECIDE! Flourish, gay omega boys./silly/lh

Word Count: 1,924

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ Risotto Nero

𖹭 Fatherhood wasn't something Risotto initially planned–Although, he never expected to end up in a loving relationship either. But as he did with his blooming relationship, he accepted the pregnancy wholly.

𖹭 Holding his newborn daughter for the first time did something to Risotto, he never felt his chest tighten up so much at seeing how small she was in his arms. He's never been an emotional man, but you swore you almost saw a tear roll down his cheek when her tiny little hand gripped his thumb.

𖹭 He's very attentive to his daughter as well and immediately claims night duty, (insomniac and workaholic alert!). In his office, he has a spare crib right by his desk so he can be right there when she starts crying. Actually enjoys the nightly company of having her with him, and he'll occasionally talk to her about what he has planned.

𖹭 Funnily enough, probably has some of the best naps when she's sleeping on his chest. The small warmth and her soft snores put him at ease and he's actually sleeping.

𖹭 INSANELY overprotective, but it's in a very quiet, subtle way. The house is full-on baby-proofed, nothing will hurt his kid, absolutely nothing.

𖹭 I imagine that he's probably scared her before in the middle of the night because he has his nights where he overthinks and watches her while she sleeps. He does not realize how terrifying it is for a child to wake up to a pair of red eyes boring into them in the middle of the night.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Prosciutto

𖹭 Definitely a girl dad, a proud one at that. Now don't get me wrong, he'd be a boy dad too, but I'm just saying, he treats his daughter with a lot more softness, while he'd be a little stricter with a son.

𖹭 Spoils his little girl too, but prides himself on raising her to be an elegant but dangerous woman. He knows how boys are, she has to have standards after all, and how to defend herself!

𖹭 Speaking of which, he is quick to instill confidence in her, there will be no room for doubt or insecurity. She's interested in something simple as drawing? Getting her a notebook, coloring book, high quality crayons–The whole deal. He's an extremely supportive father.

𖹭 Another insanely protective father, he will even scold YOU if miss out on something. Outlets are covered, corners are cushioned, any type of shelf is screwed to the floor. Absolutely nothing in that house will hurt his kid.

𖹭 Because of this… Your daughter's first word would probably be “Papa”. It would happen on a random Sunday morning where Prosciutto is making breakfast, and his daughter is trying to get his attention. As soon as “Papa” is uttered, he nearly snaps his neck to look at her in complete shock. He quietly gets her out of her high chair and holds her close, and he is silently emotional, and he's quiet for the rest of the day because he's repeating that memory in his head.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Formaggio

𖹭 “Nine months in my womb, making ME suffer… And you come out looking like your stupid dad?!” — You probably after having your newborn son with Formaggio.

𖹭 Christ, and this fucker is SO smug about it too. Your son is basically a mini-me of Formaggio (only difference is that he doesn't have his dad's fuckass haircut). Definitely teases you about how your genes didn't even try, which earns him a smack on the arm, but you did at least get something. Your son has your eyes, and honestly, thats probably one of the features that Formaggio admires most about his son.

𖹭 Formaggio is actually quite a chill dad honestly. He has no problem watching over his kid, but… Crying and diaper duty he is still working on. His first instinct is to have you do it, but he's not that much of a bastard. So, he learns.

𖹭 Actually comes really easily after learning and now he has an ego that he's better than other dads now.

𖹭 He's a fun, chill dad for the most part. When he has the baby, he's usually sitting on the couch with a beer, watching a game, while your son is fast asleep drooling on his chest. It's actually a really cute scene. You snuck a picture, and he has a copy of the picture in his wallet along with your guy's wedding photo.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Illuso

𖹭 Yet another girl dad, (sue me), but he would be absolutely THRILLED to have a daughter. Makes sure she gets the cutest and prettiest clothes, he wants to make sure EVERYONE knows she's the prettiest baby in the room.

𖹭 Even if she doesn't have a lot of hair, it is stylized, and yes. He is one of those dads who puts those extremely large bows on his kid's head, it's a little ridiculous and comical. You'll walk into the nursery and see your daughter dressed to the T with this damn bow that's bigger than her head.

𖹭 He will fight ANYONE, and I mean ANYONE who messes with his baby. Somebody will fuck around and find out and end up in the mirror world getting their shit rocked.

𖹭 Honestly really hates being stern with his daughter, but he knows it's for the best. He honestly looks so hurt when she gets upset with him or cries because of him, but he's trying not to cave or show it.

𖹭 Your daughter ends up a lot like him with the arrogance and smugness, like father like daughter, and it entertains him so much. Especially finds entertainment in it because she'll act a certain way with one of the La Squadra members and he'll be egging it on. You usually have to step in for this.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Ghiaccio

𖹭 Fatherhood is definitely a bit of a struggle for Ghiaccio at first, and he needs to adjust a lot for this. The first fit your son has had Ghiaccio overstimulated as hell and stormed out of the room so he didn't do anything he shouldn't.

𖹭 After Ghiaccio adjusts, it's like night and day. Funnily enough, coming to hold his son has become his way to melt off the stress, he gets antsy if he hasn't held his boy in a long while. First time he properly held his son, you offered to take him back, making Ghiaccio mutter out a half-hearted, “Fuck off.” as he continued to hold him.

𖹭 Does a LOT of research, (Melone helps), and follows all parenting advice to a T. He does NOT want to mess this up. He refuses to fail his kid like that. He teaches you everything too if you aren't aware, however, if you are, you two are the ultimate parent duo. Somehow you both master being parents in a short amount of time… Sort of, you're both still learning and there's always room for trial and error.

𖹭 Having a kid actually really helped Ghiaccio with his anger issues, it even encouraged him to seek anger management, which he started when you first announced your pregnancy.

𖹭 Both Ghiaccio and the baby are cold (the genes got passed down), so cuddling is really nice during the warm months, but god is it hell when its cold out. You need like two heaters in the room to fend off the cold.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Melone

𖹭 This man, oh this crazy scientist of a man had a blast studying your body throughout your pregnancy, although it was quite annoying at times, he ensured you were treated like absolutely royalty.

𖹭 “Di molto!” That damn phrase was the first thing he uttered as he held his son. God he was so excited. Out of everyone, I think he was the most excited about having a kid, to be honest.

𖹭 Probably was the man that everyone went too for baby advice since he's extremely knowledgeable with these things. I mean, 100% sure only he and Ghiaccio went to college and he HEAVILY studied the human body, so he knows what he's talking about.

𖹭 Follows some parent groups on social media to learn every tip and trick he can to use on his baby. He's very pleased whenever these tricks do work.

𖹭 His son developed his father's curiosity, and Melone spends a lot of time trying to teach his son just about everything that catches his eye, but keeping it compressed so it would be a little understandable for a little one. He's a great dad, a solid dad, he enjoys fatherhood to its fullest and lowkey asks for more kids.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Pesci

𖹭 Really nervous when approaching the topic of fatherhood and his insecurities really cloud his thoughts, so he doubts his capabilities as a father really, but he's happy when you're here to help guide him through this new territory.

𖹭 When his daughter is born, he's all emotional, she has his crazy green hair and his eyes. He's an emotional crybaby and whispering promises that he'll be the absolute best for her.

𖹭 After the birth, he takes care of taking care of the baby stuff so you can rest. He does pretty well too! He went to some parenting classes, so he has a grasp on what to do. He also definitely distances himself from any assassin work, but he keeps in contact with La Squadra, especially Prosciutto who was helping Pesci when it came to the baby.

𖹭 A big fan of these baby carriers too, where he can have the little one strapped to his chest while he does stuff. It also brings some comfort to him to have her so close.

𖹭 End up having the chunkiest baby out the rest of La Squadra, and he can't help but adore her chunkyness. Another father to spoil his baby so much, anything she wants, she gets. Unfortunately, he's really horrible with discipline and saying no, so good luck with that. He'll learn, but it hurts him so much doing it.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Sorbert & Gelato

𖹭 TWINS. It's actually kinda funny that you ended up with twins, both ended up being boys, and they are HELL. They inherited Gelato's chaos, which makes it worse. They're inseparable and cause a lot of mischief… Their duo name is “Double Trouble”.

𖹭 Thank god Sorbert is there because man, that glare that he has? Makes those boys behave almost immediately.

𖹭 Sorbert and Gelato make a good duo in taking care of the boys while you're resting. I mean they already did everything together before you came into their lives, nothing's changed at all, however they bicker a lot more since Gelato tends to let the littles to get away with more.

𖹭 Usually the twins go to Gelato when it comes to roughhousing, but one will usually tend to wander to find Sorbert for some quiet time. Despite what you might think, Sorbert is the one making the dad jokes.

𖹭 Sorbert and Gelato make for good balance, both being on two different spectrum of being fathers. They're both good parents! They're both pretty good influences for the boys and the boys learn a lot from them.

𖹭 Bonus: The twins are complete baba boys, (baba is a gender neutral term for mama/papa btw!). They usually go to you for any sort of softness, because even when Sorbert and Gelato are both different spectrums of being fathers, neither of them are really considered “soft” if you ask me.

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[gyodragon]

Okay but whyyyy do they serve it up so unbelievably hard (probably because they inherited the torch from Bucciarati) Post-canon adult Gio/Trish in which Giorno looks a lot like his wallet-photo-dad but is still sweet Giogio

[lemonadelovers]

♡ ྀི˖ ࣪ celebration

pairing: bruno bucciarati x reader

summary: bruno and the gang go back to Libeccio for old times’ sake, when due to the events of golden wind, things escalate quickly….

tags: smut, established relationship, post-gw, kinda exhibitionism?, puppy love, kinda angst if you squint, dead diavolo au, married couple, TEASING, fingering, oral (f!receiving), creampie, slight breeding kink(?), brat taming(?), gender neutral reader

a/n: first post yayayay. I hope my bruno lovers like this one…. i swear to become a dedicated bruno fic writer. ofc with other jjba characters and etc too. but mostly him.

word count: ~6k+

The afternoon settled in quietly, if it were not for your table.

6PM. Sunlight filtered in from the windows and drawn curtains of Libeccio, it softly splaying against tabletops, cloths, and tableware alike as the soft warmth trickled into the cozy restaurant.

People demurely chattered in the background, with silverware clinking against each other in the background. A soft, gentle atmosphere of nourishment and quiet relaxation began to set in the Italian sunny afternoon, as people began to wind down for the coming of night.

However, the Gang was not too worried about this.

The table slammed as Mista began to rant, his fist hitting the table quickly. You winced, trying to get him to get the memo of quieting down before you looked hesitantly upwards to the side, towards your husband. Bruno was already looking down at you, fondly, as he smiled softly your way in hopes of calming your nerves. His hand searched for yours under the table as your fingers intertwined, and he softly squeezed your hand reassuringly in his hold.

“There’s no way! There’s no actual way you just put TUPAC over Eminem!” Mista bantered, obviously passionate about whatever music topic they were already talking about when you and Bucciarati arrived together for the dinner event.

Before the event, Bucciarati’s nervousness was palpable. A soft tension filled the air as you two ransacked the house in pursuit of getting dressed. You, finding your perfect jewelry, whether that be your favorite bracelet or pearl necklace. But Bucciarati? He paced around your shared bedroom for a minute or two. Out of view and alone, with his own thoughts, of course.

It had been only a couple days to a week after Bruno and the gang had defeated Diavolo. In his mind, Bruno should be overjoyed he’s not six feet under right now. But, even then, a gnawing feeling in his throat where a lump had formed and an itchy feeling in his neck, he knew there were underlying feelings.

Bruno loved you- he did. When he made that decision to defeat Diavolo, and betray Passione once and for all, it was partly for Trish. And then partly for himself, too. But, even if he did shove the feeling down, he knew it was partly for you, too. He wanted more for you and him. Constantly wondering whether he’d come home at night when he worked. Having to leave you for days at a time. Being around some dangerous people he knows he wouldn’t ever let you around. He wanted an end to it all- especially those damned drugs.

So Bruno should be happy, after all.

Yet he was nervous.

Had to be.

He kept his usual calm, controlled demeanor. An unflinching face with an attitude that could control storms. He never let you see. But, deep in his guts, he knew— he never wanted to take you for granted again— not his relationship with you, your love, your touch………because, even when he was dying, when his soul left his body and he could feel himself slowly ascending to heaven, he thought of you. Even when he thought of the mission. Of Giorno’s dream. When Giorno revived him, and he thought about the stakes at hand, too.

Looking down at his own body, bisected and torn, ……all he could focus on was you. Your face. Your laugh. Never getting to see you again. Never getting that house on the Naples beach to share with you. Those quiet, gentle golden dinners.

He knew he couldn’t do it again.

He knew something had to change.

Because, deep in his guts, the deepest recesses of his brain, he knew all he wanted was to spend his life with you. His spouse. His one and only.

As he tried to snap himself out of it, he couldn’t help but still feel that nagging feeling low in his stomach. Even as he drove down to Libeccio, with you in tow.

And now……

Narancia’s annoyance was immediately evident on his face, his expression contorting into one of disgust and disbelief as he retorted. “Well no shit, dipshit! Eminem’s only popular ‘cause he’s fucking white.”. While the entire party waited for food, this was just commonplace for you all to be particular nuisances whenever you came along. Fugo looked particularly disinterested, sighing as he tried to bury his face even deeper into his book. Abbacchio was in the corner of the table, eyes closed, too absorbed in his own headphones and music to care about whatever was going on outside of it.

Trish wasn’t too bothered, though, with her fist holding her head up as her other arm laid down on the table flat. She was hooked into the conversation pretty well, even going as far as to lean in to hear better— but it was of no matter to Mista and Narancia. Giorno was sitting there in the center of the table, looking quietly content as a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips, as he began looking at Mista and Narancia too.

Giorno tilted his head in satisfaction, scanning over the area as he looked back at the table. ‘They’re awfully energetic’, he thought, as his hand moved upwards to cup his chin.

Even when the victory of days prior was supposed to be settling in by now, changes to Passione announced and all, the weight and heaviness of this new responsibility came through deeply in everyone’s hearts and minds. Giorno and Bruno knew this best of all. With Giorno as the new Don and Bruno his right hand man (the Consigliere), major changes had to be made.

But that was to wait, for now. Because as the afternoon began to settle, you and the gang just had to relax. That was a problem for another day.

Returning Bruno’s hand squeeze, you nodded your head in self-confidence as you decided to enter the conversation. Even as Mista and Narancia bickered…

“Well, I think Outkast is pretty great, too,” you said, voice cutting through the back-and-forth of the argument like a butter knife through bread. You had a lopsided smile on your face, expression a little dazed, as you tried your absolute best to look interested in the conversation at hand.

It only took a beat for Mista and Narancia to break from the silence and just blink at you, paused.

“I’m serious, though. Outkast is literally top 10 rappers out there at LEAST. And nobody ever talks about them.” You asserted, starting to get passionate, as Trish began to look at you.

“Them too!” Mista immediately butted in.

“You dumbass! You didn’t even know who they were 10 seconds ago!” Narancia groaned, now looking completely done with Mista.

The table then began to erupt into almost complete laughter, with everyone laughing and chuckling, seldom Abbacchio and Fugo.

Bruno should’ve been looking elsewhere. He should’ve been looking at the group. But instead, all his eyes could track, and all his eyes wanted to look, at was you. The way you laughed, your hair moving and eyes flashing brightly in the sunlight becoming intoxicating to him as a faint blush began to appear on his ears, creeping up his neck to his cheeks too.

He only chuckled softly at the situation earlier, but quickly found himself captivated by you and unable to look away.

Sensing his stare, you glanced at him quickly only to spot his gaze as you instantly looked away bashfully. Your laugh died down into a quiet hush as Mista and Narancia then began debating about who would win a rap battle: Outkast vs Tupac.

“Bruno, what’s with the stare?” You giggled, a grin spreading your lips as you tried to cover your cheeky grin with a hand pulled up towards your lips. He only smiled at you softly once more in response, his eyes focused on your visage intensely as to commit the moment into memory.

“You’re just too cute,” he confessed.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him gently yet playfully.

Yet, you would find, this wouldn’t be an isolated incident.

The waiter came in soon after, rolling the cart of meals and sweets alike as he began distributing it around the table.

Eating your carbonara and he, his bruschetta, you still remained oblivious to the true extent of Bruno’s staring.

You put a mouthful of carbonara into your mouth, chewing slowly, as you watched Fugo and Abbacchio finally put down their distractions, becoming invested again at the celebration dinner playing out before them.

As your gaze switched over to your food, you began to sense the stare your husband was shooting at you as you glanced at him quickly- only to see him staring still.

But this incident was the worst of all, because you could clearly see his lower lip between his teeth, biting his lip smoothly.

Slowly but surely, a twisted, evil idea, began to sink into your mind.

As he began to scarf down his bruschetta, quickly trying to distract himself from both his less than holy thoughts AND poor manners, he started to think.

He was a modest man. At least, he tried to be. He was always respectful, in tune with your emotions, and always answering to your every whim and wish.

So how could he be so lacking in modesty now?

He tried to wrap his head around it, yet failed miserably.

But then he remembered that nagging, low feeling deep in his chest. The one that was scared. The one that was ecstatic at the same time. And the one that also wanted to show you how grateful he really was to still be with you and present, was still there.

Bruno wanted to get home— as unassumingly quick as possible, taking his time to ease you up to the idea before he ruined you— for at least hours at a time, all to show you how he’d never let you go again. To show you that he’ll never leave you.

And most importantly, to show you that he’ll never make you go through anything as traumatizing as even thinking you lost him again.

So, even as his blush now burned pink, flushing his face, you began to twirl some more of your carbonara into your fork and held it up as you enacted your evil, silly little plan.

Before his blush became too obvious for anyone to spot, especially to Narancia’s leering gaze, you quickly pretended to sneeze, an ACHOO! hitting the air and reverberating in everyone’s ear canals before you flinched, jumping at the table as it made another sound.

As you lerched forwards into the table, you made sure to tip your fork his way as your fork magically fell. out of your grasp onto the bottom of his expensive, white tailored blazer.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Bruno,” you pleaded apologetically as you feigned your innocence as best you could.

Bruno’s head immediately looked down, witnessing the fork on his lap now as he sighed. “It’s okay, cara,” he reassured as he picked up the fork and set it down on the table.

You immediately jumped up, grabbing some napkins at the table quickly as you began to dab at the increasing stain on his lower abdomen. “Nonsenseee,” you groaned, coughing before speaking again. “Come on, let’s go to the bathroom, so I can get you fixed up,” you ushered him upwards, as he began hesitantly but trustingly following you.

As everyone stared in silence, a few seconds later, everyone began to focus on their conversations and food as everyone but Leone resumed their own business. His eyebrow rose, following you in suspicion before he shook his head, understanding the tension at hand, before putting his headphones back on and shuffling his playlist.

As you two rushed into the women’s bathroom with luckily nobody else inside (due to the restaurant closing soon), tensions were already high as you let the door close behind you and Bruno already dragged into a single stall.

Bruno looked at you with simply wide eyes as you huffed, trying to smoothen yourself out and gain more composure before speaking again once more.

“Bruno, what was that back there?” You asked, seemingly annoyed and frustrated.

Bruno’s lips opened, then closed momentarily, brows furrowing as he contemplated how to respond to your puzzling question.

“I’m sorry, bella—” he said before you quickly cut him off.

“You made us look like, you know, we had something going on!” you groaned, trying to quiet your tone so it wouldn’t reach walls outside of the bathroom.

“We both have reputations to uphold, we can’t be getting too close and personal in public!” you continued to rant as you ran your fingers through your hair.

Getting carried away, you were busy looking at the floor, biting your nails with anxiety as you looked upwards back towards your husband.

The sight you beheld in front of you made you want to rip your own hair out.

Bruno, standing there in the stall, was just staring at your lips with lidded, dazed eyes as he quickly noticed your deadpan stare.

“I can’t help it,” he chuckled, eyes flickering back up to his eyes as you began to cross your arms.

Before you could finish that gesture, though, he planned to take your mind off it, as he closed in on you with his chest pushing you to the side of the wall, him moving you with his hands slinking around your waist as he kissed you deeply.

His lips moved against yours with precision, like waves, as you slowly leaned into the kiss, both of you closing your eyes. His tongue sure enough after another beat began to lick at and poke your mouth, asking for permission, as he tilted his head.

Whimpering, and definitely caught off guard, your hands moved up to wrap around his neck as you opened your mouth, granting your smitten husband permission.

He groaned, accidentally rocking his hips into yours with a slow yet gentle thrust as you whimpered again. The kiss began to turn into a full on makeout session, as his tongue began to caress your tongue and dance around your mouth as he licked up every bit of carbonara sauce he could.

Trying not to get too carried away, you tenderly pushed him, ripping your mouth from his as you both began to catch your breaths.

“What has gotten into you today,” you whisper, stunned, as your hands found his cheeks, thumbs softly caressing his strong cheekbones.

He simply nuzzles into your touch, his hand sliding up to return your gesture as he looks at you with those love-sick eyes you’d recognize any day, out of a crowd of men.

“I missed you,” he rasps, all he can muster out, as he slowly closes in for another kiss.

Sighing, you make him stand straight. “Seriously, Bruno, tell me what it is. You can usually wait until we get home.” you reason, looking him in the eyes as if with a silent plead for him to tell you the truth and the entire, complete truth.

Looking away, Bruno contemplates for a second, before looking back into your eyes. He sighs as well for a second before pulling himself together. “To be honest with you, cara,” he begins, his eyes starting to water before he blinks them away.

His hands come to yours, encasing them in his gentle hold once more as he tilts his head.

“I’ve been distracted. I’ve been hurt, and I’ve been thinking of how I almost lost you, lost the gang, lost everyone.”

“I can’t sit here and pretend anymore like that wasn’t the scariest moment of my entire life. Not getting to see my partner another day,” he continued.

“I miss you more than I ever have in my entire life, and you’re right here in front of me. All I can think about is how you’re mine. How I want to spend every day with you for the rest of my life. How much I missed the smell of your hair, your touch,” he rasps once more, voice breaking.

He gives your hands another gentle squeeze before recomposing himself.

“What I mean to say, is,” he coughs.

“I was reckless. I didn’t think about how I could’ve lost you. How you could’ve lost me. And now,” he says slowly, looking straight into your eyes as if he were lost in the sea of your eyes.

He begins to bring your hand up to his, leaning down slowly.

He brings your knuckles specifically to his lips, kissing them softly, as his thumb caresses your palm and hand caresses yours sweetly.

“All I want to do is show you. Maybe start that family we always dreamed of,” he said, almost with a teasing lilt, as he smiled like a Cheshire cat. The sly smirk reached his eyes, making them a little lidded, as he regained his posture.

“But not now. Not here,” he asserted.

“I’ll set up a day, just you and me. Then, with a room full of petals and wine, we can fully embrace each other. All day. No distractions,” he promised, looking once more into your eyes, looking every bit the loving and affectionate husband you always knew him to be.

But, he unleashed a demon he didn’t know existed. Blinking back tears yourself, you swallowed down a lump in your throat as you coughed, clearing it out. “Bruno, I—” you choked out, trying to process his emotional explanation.

He waited for you, patiently, eyes flickering all across your face as he sought to gauge your every reaction.

“Bruno, you should’ve told me before this,” you said, looking away, before you suddenly pulled him by his collar, yanking him to your head as you went into for another kiss.

Your hands frantically began to search his body, infiltrating his suit jacket via his chest cutout before going up to his cheeks and jawline as you began to pant in his mouth, lips moving against his in a rhythm already.

His eyes were already closed, him savoring every second of this moment, your presence, and the feel of your lips on his when you begin whimpering again into his mouth, making his cock twitch in his pants.

You break away suddenly, a string of saliva connecting you and him together as you two parted on either sides of the bathroom stall.

You stared at him for a second, silent yet heavy with tension, when you finally spoke.

“Let’s do it, right here, right now,” you choke out yet again.

Immediately, Bruno’s eyes are wide, as he clears his throat before speaking quickly, as to not let your hopes up. “No, cara, not here,” he said, leaning in again so his nose was flush next to yours, your lips a centimeter apart.

But stubbornly, you shook your head no immediately. “No, Bruno, I need it, now,” you said with a whiny lilt, thighs already rubbing together.

He simply closed his eyes, trying to ward off the temptation of his spouse as he fought to keep himself in control.

“Tesoro, no, you’re far too precious, far too special…..” he said, sounding more desperate than he intended it to sound.

You just whined again, refusing to give up. You were going to get your way, whether he liked it or not. “Bruno, I appreciate you, but,” you said, leaning in even further to slide past his head to his ears as you whispered:

“I need this now. I need you now,”

He coughed, face beginning to turn flush.

And finally, something in him snapped. His need for control and dominance sprung into action as he slammed you flush against the walls of the stall, a thud echoing throughout the rest of the bathroom.

He began kissing you once more, his tongue giving you a quick once over on your tongue before he dipped his head lower, kissing your jawline, then the space below your ears, till eventually he got to your neck, where he began to lick and nip at lightly.

Remembering the rest of the gang back at the table, he quickly dismissed his dirty thought of marking you for others to see as he dipped his head even lower, wet, puffy lips over the junction of your neck where your neck and your shoulder met.

Knowing you could cover his marks up, his hands began to roam, his hands feeling you up through your clothes when he ran his hands down to your hips, resting there softly for a second or two, before moving to glide beneath your shirt. His meaty, thick fingers began to feel you up more systematically.

His hands roamed over your waist before moving upwards to your chest, caressing and fondling and squeezing as he saw fit before he quickly spun you around, his body flushing deeply against yours as your chest suddenly hit the flat of the wall in front of you.

Bruno knew there wasn’t much time to waste, so he did what he knew best, and that was to make you cum.

He quickly shrugged off your shorts, making you gasp, as his length began to press against the curve of your ass. Your panties were quick to fall next as he immediately dove down, kneeling, when he quickly began to lap at your neglected, already dripping cunt.

He ate it like a starved man, his tongue gathering your juices as his fingers already rose up to assist him in his efforts.

His fingers traced the ring of your labia, dancing around your clit once or twice before generously dipping into your cunt. He began to tongue fuck you then, hurriedly, as his tongue already poked your entrance in light thrusts.

As his tongue eased its way in, the tense muscle thrusting in deeper and deeper, Bruno groaned with the taste of your cunt on his tongue he savored oh so deeply. But, despite this, his fingers then turned its attention on your clit, where you really wanted all the attention at. In slow, small circles, his fingers rubbed your clit which made moan after louder moan leak from your lips, despite your protests and determination not to be so noisy.

Your sweet sounds of pleasure were all too familiar to Bruno by this point, as his other hand not dug into your cunt squeezed your thigh as if to remind you the reality you two endured.

Trying to muffle your cries, your whimpering and almost pleads of submission drove Bruno to no end as his fingers began tracing even tighter circles around your sensitive clit.

Engorged, your clit throbbed, as the familiar coil of tightness began to wind deeper and deeper inside your gut, and you knew that soon your release would soon coat his body.

Determined to finish this quickly, Bruno gathered up your glistening slick with his deft, yet quick fingers as he thrust a finger into your cunt. Then two. And instantly, your hands flew up to the bathrooms wall, as those moans of pleasure you fought to keep unnoticed threatened to break out in the heat of passion. You groaned, trying to keep your moans at bay, when his tongue began to swirl around your fluttering walls sensually and his two broad fingers rubbed against that gummy, sensitive part.

The coil finally snapping, you cried out in pleasure as your walls clenched around him, his tongue exiting quickly to allow for his fingers to thrust into you even deeper through your orgasm. Your legs quivered as your release dripped down your thighs, your release slowly ebbing away even as the waves of it began washing over you one by one. Feeling your walls flutter, Bruno knows you’re in ecstasy by now when he quickly undos his belt to shove his trousers down just enough to allow his boxers to quickly join it above his knees.

His cock stood rigid and tall, head already a flushed pink as it twitched, rugged veins running all around his length. For as long as you’ve been married to Bruno, you knew about his generous size, but even as you took it time and time again, it always managed to surprise you just how well endowed your kind husband really was.

Even when he was gentle you felt stuffed to the brim. His length curved upwards with just enough thickness and veins in the right spot to make you start to scream his name.

Yet, every time, he was nonetheless humble.

As he guided his cock to your puffy, swollen entrance, your clit throbbed yet again as your greedy cunt spit over his length.

Still ever the more teasing, he ran his length up and down your cunt with hips in a rocking motion as he rubbed, not entered, your waiting entrance.

“Pl-Please, Bruno,” you begged for mercy as you tried to look back at your merciless, yet loving, husband.

“Shh, mia dolce ragazza,” he cooed, his posture leaning in to fit yours as his breath began to coat your earlobe.

“You wanted this. Now take it, like you’re made to,” he set you in place.

His bulging head then began to rock against your clit, making it throb even harder, as you bit your lip in an effort to quiet down.

Every time his fat head knocked, rubbed against your clit, a strike of pleasure would hit you, leaving you gasping, begging for more.

“Bruno!” you finally shout out, in a more hushed tone, as his hips finally halted.

Chuckling, he kissed your neck sweetly and used one of his hands to gently move the rest of your hair away from your neck as the other hand moved downwards, slower, to guide his cock to your well awaited core.

He grabbed his cock in hand at the base as he lined it up with your entrance, his hot breath and pants in your ear as he began to place wet, sloppy and hot kisses all over the column of your neck— the back of it, of course.

Rocking your hips slowly back onto his, he grunted, before his cockhead split you into two. His tip bullied in, stretching you deliciously as he entered you once, then pulled out completely.

He entered you twice, only the throbbing tip inside, before he pulled out once more.

An evil grin began to place itself on his face as he finally gained that control he sought after when you had taken it so brutally from him earlier.

You whined, feeling his deep grin on the back of your neck as his forehead nuzzled the back of your head. “Bruno! Please, Bucci? Bucciarati?” you pleaded, ready for nothing but his cock as you tried to look back at him once more.

“You shouldn’t have teased me, cara,” is the only thing he can hoarsely mutter out as he entered you again, finally taking his cock deeper than the tip inside you as his length finally began to give you the true stretch.

His length pushed its way in, even through the tightness of your inner walls and the way you almost fought to keep him out as he grunted. “So tight,” he mustered against your ear once more as his hips began to rock against you once more. Soft “plap!”and “clap!”s began to fill the air as his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, and each thrust he gave you was deep and fulfilling.

You kept your whimpers low, your true moans hidden beneath the surface which he knew all too well as you fought desperately to obey your new Consigliere.

But deep down, you knew that was a losing battle.

His hips began to pick up the pace, upping the ante a bit as his selfish desires began to peek their rear heads from within his gut. He tried to muffle the sounds of skin against skin as best he could, yet try as he might, they still came out. His cock desperately twitched in your walls, hungry to find release in your core as his tip began to bully against your cervix again and again.

You cried out, ready to let your torrent of moans let loose when the door suddenly creaked open.

His hips immediately stalled all movement as his breath caught, your own suddenly caught in your throat as you gulped.

Mista peered his curious head in, wondering about the heady smell in the air he chalked up to just bathroom air as he looked around. “Uhh, are you two gonna be done soon?” he asked, potentially vague about what he was referring to on purpose as the heels of his shoes clicked.

Quickly, you tried to regain whatever sense of dignity and modesty you had left in you when you eagerly piped up. “Yeah! We’re fine, I just had to take his shirt off because the stain was way deeper than we thought!” you explained, voice steady and not breaking an inch as he blinked in mild confusion.

“Whatever you say, boss,” he said before standing back up from leaning on the door and leaving, the soft click of the door closing behind him a beat later as you two panted softly.

After a second or two more of waiting, you two knew the coast was clear when his cock, all the more impatient compared to his owner, pulsed again in your cunt.

He chuckled, softly swaying his head side to side in a “no” fashion as he looked at you fondly. “You’re a horrible liar, you know that, right?” he teases.

You scoff, even in such dirty submission.

“Yeah, must’ve learned from you,” you egged back, as your hips softly swayed as if teasing him further on his hips.

He groaned, scoffing lowly as he pushed his hips in as deep as he could get, intertwined with you in every sense of the word as his balls tightened against his cock. “You’re dangerous,” he mocked, thrusting in you pitifully before putting his form flush against your back once more.

“Yet that was the wrong move.” he finally answered, as his hips pulled back slightly to thrust back into you. He set a harsh precedent this time with his hips colliding into yours faster, hitting animalistic paces, as his cock now sponged against your cervix and began hitting your gummy g-spot with accurate, scary precision.

You immediately jolted, eyes widening in surprise as you closed your eyes immediately in forgiveness as he reminded you of exactly how he handled you. Why he was your husband, and nobody else could amount.

You fought to keep your moans in urgently, ardently, as little squeaks and peeps began to rush from your lips. Your body shook upwards with every thrust Bucciarati granted you, and you knew you could do nothing but take it as you felt another flood of moans bubbling up deep in your gut.

“Bruno, please— i’m sorry—“ you choked out, breathing heightening rapidly as he took you fiercely. Yet his hips didn’t falter, another sick grin on his face as his eyes dropped, the hunger in them apparent as his pupils nearly blacked out his eyes. “You asked for this,” he whispered. “You wanted this. I’m—“ he choked out himself, moaning at a tight clench from your cunt. “’m only giving my pretty tesoro what they wanted,” he grunted, his pace increasing even steadier, as he felt his cock begin to throb in anticipation anew.

You couldn’t help yourself, shoving your hand downwards as you rubbed your own clit harshly, Bruno’s hands suddenly flying to your hips as he gripped them with a tight hold, desperate to make you cum, as your flood of moans finally came tumbling out.

Moan after moan you let out, some of them including his name, his movements becoming more and more frantic and more and more driven as he climbed to your release with only that goal in mind.

Finally, that tension in your coil snapped, as you released over his cock again, making Bruno grunt and hilt himself to the very end as you shook against him, the force of your orgasm taking you by the hand as you let out a loud, echoey moan that reverberated against the restaurant bathroom walls and you shuddered.

Bruno’s hips still rocked hard against yours even through your orgasm as he felt your walls clench him tighter than ever before, only to flutter against his length, your walls rubbing him sweetly at the same time. He moaned, the moan growing louder and more insistent as he shut his eyes, thinking of your release dripping down his balls to the bathroom floor. “Fuck, _____!” he hissed as his length finally gave way, hardening even further in his own enlarged state as his now red cockhead began to twitch violently, rope after thick, gooey rope flooding your womb with pleasurable force as his balls spasmed and hips still flushed against yours.

His cock let out rope after rope of release that seemed to go on forever, his soft grunts and moans of “I love you” melting in your ear as you both rode the waves of your orgasm and exhaustion.

As more soft pants and breaths of air filled the air, Bruno slipped his softening cock out of your core and tucked it neatly back into his boxers and he pulled his boxers + trousers back up. He quickly got some toilet paper from the stall and plugged up your dripping slit, it puffed out and sensitive still as you shuddered.

“Careful, mio caro,” you hushed out as he smirked, tsking. “I know how to take care of you,” he reassured you softly, running kisses down your back as he softly patted your pussy with the paper, the excess of his seed oozing out of you slowly.

“You always looked so beautiful like this,” he praised, in another trance as he felt the cum gather on the toilet paper.

“Claimed by me. Mine wholly.” he added, a smirk tugging on his lips. He knew deep in his heart no one could fuck you the way he does.

You rolled your eyes.

“What, you need a pregnancy to prove i’m truly yours?” you scoffed.

“Precisely.” he finished, finally throwing away the toilet paper in the can as he smacked your ass playfully, lowering himself to pick up your panties and pants as he tugged them higher onto your sweltering form.

You sighed, getting out of the stall one at a time as you both got ready in the bathroom mirrors so as to not look too ruffled or messed up.

Shooting glances at each other even after what had gone down, you both smirked as you knew this was not the last you two would hear about this affair.

As Bruno straightened his blazer, he stood tall and proud once more as he looked himself in the mirror— looking every bit the Consigliere he knew he was now ready to embrace.

He took you, waist in hand, back to the table where the stain magically washed out of his blazer with only a wet water stain where the carbonara sauce once was.

The restaurant had already gotten close to closing for the day, everyone in the group already standing up and chattering amongst themselves in groups of when they spotted you two.

With bright, smiling eyes, Narancia and Trish waved you two over, as they resumed talking about their favorite dishes and plans for tomorrow when you all were finally ready to leave.

Somehow managing to seamlessly integrate back into the group, you all left back to your own homes as Bruno and Leone chatted before walking home. “So, just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Leone bantered, a playful smirk tugging on his own lips as he stared at Bucciarati knowingly.

Bucciarati coughed, quickly looking away, as a faint blush began to appear yet again.

“That’s of no importance.” he asserted, playfully scoffing at the man before him before turning to wrap his arm around your waist, looking back at Abbacchio softly.

“It’s a story for another day. Arrivederci, Leone.” he bid farewell, with you in tow, as you two giggled all the way back home.

[swamelon]

hello! could I request like general dating hcs for johnny, gyro, diego, and hot pants? tysm🫶

p.s. you’re a great writer, never ever think otherwise!!

General Dating Headcanons ft. Steel Ball Run Cast

tags: fluff, sfw, gn! reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words! i hope you enjoy :) hey i already did hot pants right here she gets her own special post

Johnny Joestar

- he's incredibly loyal and devoted to you and only you. the minute you make it official, he's locked on to you for life.

- he's a good listener, often not contributing much commentary when you tell him things but he's nodding his head along or doing anything else. he thinks your voice is nice to listen to.

- communication is key in your relationship, he wants that to be obvious even if he's blunt with his own words. he values honesty over anything else. if somethings wrong, he'll tell you.

- he's incredibly touch starved, its not even funny. he longs for you to be around him and for him to wrap himself around you. to feel your hands stroking the strands of his yellow strands, your lips gently pressed against his skin and your legs tangled with his.

- his love language is quality time, he'd want to spend time with you as much as possible. it doesn't even matter what the two of you do, just as long as he's by your side.

-incredibly protective of you. he trusts you but that doesn't mean he wont keep an eye on you whenever you're doing something. especially talking to someone else, dont get me started on how jealous he can be. even if he doesn't want to admit it.

- you kinda love how there's a different side to him behind closed doors. when you're away from everyone else, he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. just don't tease him for it, otherwise he'll pull away and make you work for his attention again.

- loves hugs from you. it's sweetly intimate how warm your bodies feel pressed against one another, he hears you sigh and your heart beat pounding. he takes this moment to really admire you and that you're alive and here with him. it's kinda cheesy but he tends to linger these hugs longer than you wouldve thought.

- can't fall asleep without you right at his side. he likes to wrap around you like a koala, hearing your voice softly speaking to him before drifting off into a deep slumber. he dreams about you a lot, recollecting them to you whenever it was a particular dream he couldn't stop thinking about.

- has a hard time with his words but you'll ocassionally hear an "i love you" from him. but thats inly when he wants to be nice and catch you off guard.

Gyro Zeppeli

- he's a big flirt and teases you for just about anything. constantly. it's his love language at this point.

- rarely ever calls you by your name, unless he's being serious about something or when he's angry. he likes using petnames on you, whatever annoys you the most will be one he calls you the most.

- part of his love language is to info dump on you a lot, even at the most mindless things. he's a storyteller and you're his audience, he's looking forward to your reactions and expressions.

- he's very touchy, he likes making it known that he's right there present next to you. he likes leaving a lingering hand on your shoulder or when he's cupping your face. the expression you make is cute in his opinion.

-likes to sing to you, its his way of serenading you. he'll claim to use his voice to get you to fall for him, not that you already weren't. he has tons of little songs he wants you to hear. his favorite song to sing to you is him repeating your name over and over again.

-cooks for you! he claims to be the best chef in these parts and wants to make you something. anything you'd like. and he wants honest feedback too, he likes watching you eat as you hum at how good it is. and he'll just smile back and go, "i know, i just wanna hear you say it."

- you can definitely rely on him for a lot of things. he's never disappointed you nor give you a reason to not trust him. he doesn't even try either, you tell him something and he won't forget it. ever.

- reactionary anytime you speak. he's a good listener, hums and speaks in response whenever you talk to him. his favorite response is a smug, "oh yeah?" when you rush to him bright eyed and bushy tail about something.

- not the jealous type, he's confident in himself and he likes to think that he can trust you. he finds it amusing when someone else is flirting with you, he does nothing and watches back to see what you'll do. and he's watching intensively too.

- tends to initiate a lot of the affection. going back to him being the touchy type, he's very exaggerated with the way he expresses his love for you. wants to smother you in his arms, even if you struggle under his strength. he'll even pucker up for a kiss, even if you leave him hanging a bit.

- he says "i love you" a lot. even when you're parting ways temporarily, he wont miss the chance to whisper those words to you or in a passing when he's feeling a little playful at the moment.

Diego Brando

- as much as he loves the attention, i'd unironically see him settling down with somebody who isn't/wasn't part of his fangirls group. he'd want to be with someone whose devoted to him for who he is, not what his status is.

- that being said, he really likes to act like he's not interested in your advances despite how cherry his face gets. his mind runs crazy but his mouth does very little to keep up, resulting him bite back his tongue and letting you jab at him.

- he will always look out for you, even when you least expect it. he claims it's him "saving your ass" but really, he's just being intuitive and cautious. he's like your own personal little guardian.

- he's so nosy about almost everything that you do. he see's you getting dressed and about to leave your shared home when he stops you as you reach for the doorknob. "where are you going?" he asks with his arms crossed. mind ya business!

- quickly shuts up whenever you get super affectionate with him. ruffle his blonde hair, give him a kiss, pull him in for a hug, or give his hand a small squeeze. it honestly melts his worries away but he wouldn't voice it out loud.

- discreetly reciprocates your affection. he'll turn around when you snake a hand around his waist and he'll hide a kiss from everyone. it's not that he's shy, he just doesn't want anyone else to see him be this soft.

- lets you ride on silver bullet. he trust you so much to hop on and encourages you to wrap yourself around his waist. he really likes it when you stay so close to him. hold on to him a little tighter.

- he's a little tease when it comes to kisses. he knows what he's doing and he kisses with a lot of passion. but sometimes he doesnt like to go easy on you and makes you work for it. he gets a kick out of watching you struggle, just a little bit.

- he's brutally honest and blunt with you about pretty much everything. if you really need a second opinion or want to hear him out, he will give it to you straight. no sugarcoating.

- he doesn't say "i love you" often. you probably heard him say it once or twice but he doesn't throw it out so easily. the most you'll hear him say is "thank you". still, it's like a game getting him to submit to you and be honest with himself of his feelings for you. he does love you, he just doesnt wanna say it.

Hot Pants

already did hot pants right here! :)

[podkadottie]

୨୧ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 with the buccigang ! ꒰ masterlist here. ꒱

𑣲 bruno bucciarati . . . - he likes positions where you are most comfortable in and he can clearly see you, so most of the time you end up in a deep mating press, your knees bent all the way and pressed flush against your chest as he pounds into you. - he's not extremely vocal in bed. the best you will get from him are quickened breaths and sometimes a moan or two as he cums. - on the rare occasion you suggest to be on top, he will hold your breasts for you as you bounce on his cock, because he remembers you telling him that it hurts when you go too fast. - very into belly bulges. he slides out and then in again in an agonizingly slow pace, two of his long fingers pressing down on your lower tummy, feeling his cock inside you. 𑣲 leone abbacchio . . . - he sometimes uses the cuffs he has kept from his officer days to bind your hands to the bedframe. he's not opposed to putting on his police hat too if you ask him. - he is often too lazy to eat you out, but when he does, he makes sure your legs keep shaking through it. - likes slapping your pussy right after you orgasm just to overstimulate you, looking up at you from between your legs with a mean smirk. - he closes his eyes and furrows his eyebrows while cumming, almost like he's in pain. - he likes it when you scartch his back while he's ramming into you. he spends a while in the bathroom the next morning, just staring at all the pinkish scars and running his fingertips over the rough edges. - he doesn't give a rat's ass if you shave or not. bald, trimmed, whole ass bush, pussy is still pussy, especially if it's yours we're talking about. 𑣲 guido mista . . . - this man does not shave. he is a loud and proud happy trail owner. he would trim it down and keep it neat if you asked him to (but he knows that you like it). - has a nasty ass mouth. he talks a lot during sex, whether it's dirty talking while a lazy smile rests on his lips, faux sympathy, or even just random rambling. - he kinda gets turned on when he sees you angry. it could be about a completely irrelevant reason, but while you're angrily talking to him about what got you so mad, he just watches with his head proped up on his fist thinking about how he's gonna fuck it all out of you later. - he's all in letting you top if you ask him. he likes it when you roughly throw him on the bed and climb on top of him. 𑣲 giorno giovanna . . . - he makes all kinds of pretty noises. he also likes to chant your name when he's overstimulated or about to cum. - he lets his hair down most of the time, almost like creating a curtain between the two of you and the rest of the world. if he wants to eat you out, he will tie it up. - being the don is a very stressful job. sometimes he can't wait until you're both home and he'll bend you over his desk to take you right there. - he's not into anything that requires you getting on your knees. even though he likes looming over you and feeling bigger, it should never be at your expense / 'humiliation', as he puts it. he just wants to be close to you. 𑣲 narancia ghirga . . . - all he wants to do is please you. whenever you want it, wherever you want it, however you want it, he's down. - he's loud as fuck every time. high-pitched moans, whimpering and tons pleads fall from his lips when you stroke his cock through his open zipper. he has even cried a couple of times. - he's very shy the first few times you do it, and he still is, but as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm, he gets more bold, roughly thrusting his hips upward to meet yours and sqeezing your tits. - he's very energetic and has a pretty high sex drive, so he wants to do it all the time. he's too embarrassed to ask you to do it though.

a/n: i really wanted to write fugo but tumblr hit me with the infamous 'there was an error autosaving your post' so i unfortunately had to scrap that part for the rest of them to survive. still don't know why this happens or how to fix it. please lmk 🥲

[flamingo-writes]

Johnny and Gyro (separately) with a virgin s/o?

Oooh Yes!! I love this idea so much!!

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, fingering, mentions of kinks.

Johnny Joestar

Ok, both Johnny and Gyro are already experienced. However, I believe Johnny is the most experienced out of the two of them. Back in his jockey days, girls practically threw themselves at him all the time. And he was a little slut for not denying a single one

He had a couple of affairs with men as well, let's be real. But he is a deeply closeted bisexual

After his accident, depression, and basically everyone pretending he never really existed left him feeling bitter towards people in general. It took him a while to open up to someone and allow himself fall in love. And boy, was he in love with you.

You never looked down at him, nor treated him like most people did, never really thought of his condition as a problem. And helped him take in Gyro's lessons to learn the spin and possibly get his legs back.

Finding private time for the two of you was hard since Gyro was usually there. But Gyro is smart enough to read the room and dissapear every once in a while without straying too far.

Johnny definitely took it slow. He followed the pace you wanted to follow. And never pressured you. He knew the kind of dumb things one could do because of peer pressure, and he didn't want to force you to do things you didn't want to.

He'd constantly ask if you were comfortable and would always reassure you that it was okay to take it slow.

However, when you felt ready for it, he took it slow. He was tender, loving, and took his time getting you ready. Fingering you first, letting you get used to the feeling of his fingers inside of you.

Every time he did something, he always asked you, if you were okay, if you liked it, and if you wanted him to stop.

Once he went inside you, he guided your hips, slowly down his erection, as you rode him.

First, he let you stay still, cockwarming him as you got used to his length. As he left tender kisses all over your body and whispered sweet nothings.

Once you started moving, he kept his hands on your waist, gently bouncing you on top of him. He let you set the pace, how fast you went and how deeply you took him.

He definitely came before you. He felt slightly embarrassed, but to be fair, he hadn't had sex since his accident, and you meant the world to him, and it was your first time as well. However, he didn't stop until you were satisfied.

After you came around him, he kept purring sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

He really did love you.

From then on, it was harder for either of you to wait for Gyro to make himself scarce. But you sure went at it every so often, as you gained confidence and each time could last more and perhaps go a bit wilder.

Gyro Zeppeli

Gyro Zeppeli, also experience, but he was more selective. He knows he's handsome, but wouldn't just pick anyone. Even one night stands. They'd have to be either hot af or be able to keep up with his wits. Regardless of what they had to offer (another bi here, but he isn't as secretive about it as Johnny)

Perhaps everyone knows but his dad but we know the kind of jerk he is, telling gyro to not get attached because feelings mess with your judgement.

Because of how picky he is, and the unconsciously avoiding to catch feelings because that's how his father programmed him, it took him a while to come to terms with his flings for you.

Gyro had no clue you were a virgin and didn't bother asking. You had to stop him and tell him to go slow because you're a virgin.

He did take it slow. He knows how big of a deal losing one's virginity can be to some. For him, it wasn't, but he knows everyone thinks differently. Like Johnny he'd always ask if you're okay and/or ready.

Despite respecting you and the fact that you take your virginity a little bit more seriously than he did with his, he still made fun of you and made virgin jokes. Not because he's mean, but because it's in his nature to be a little shit every now and then.

When the time came to it, he was lowkey worried. He didn't want to hurt you, or accidentally go a little but to rough, he was somehow a bit more nervous than you were. But because you mean a lot to him.

Like Johnny, he took his time with you, preparing you. And as much as he tried to contain himself, some of his kinky ways still showed up. He was lowkey worried that you were going to kink shame him.

But it was harder for him to contain himself. The way you kissed him, you whispered his name, the way you reacted when he touched you.

When he finally went inside you, he accidentally bit you a little too hard on the shoulder. He apologized. "You have me so worked up, babe. I think I'm gonna go crazy" he said.

He went a bit faster and a little bit rougher but always asked if he should stop, how you were feeling, if you were enjoying it.

He came first as well, but you didn't take much longer afterwards.

Gyro was a mess. He was clingy and slightly panicky, asking you all sorts of things. Not only things you'd expect your boyfriend to ask, but his doctor side was showing up as well as he asked you if something hurt, of you felt anything weird.

"Awh, man, no more virgin jokes :("

Sex quickly escalated from then. He'd show more and more his true kinky colors afterwards, and some of his kinks rubbed on you.

He was never good with words to express his feelings, but he always gave you a look with his eyes. A very specific look that told you how much he loved you. "If you keep staring at me like that, people will think you're into me or something" you'd joke.

[laziilee]

Guido Mista 👅👅

[iluvghoullz]

Jotaro would be the kind of boyfriend to pull your skirt/shorts down if he thinks they’re too revealing. Not even in a possessive way, well, not entirely, it’s just instinct to him. He’s not the jealous type, he’d never tell you what and what not to wear, but can’t help but notice when other people look. If he has to cover you himself, he will, but it will be so discreet you probably don’t notice his intent until much later. When he sees you in a low-cut shirt, he’ll just say, “Where’s the rest of it?” with that typical monotone, sarcastic tone to his voice.

[contodalasal]

SOMEONE TO CALL MY LOVER !

Summary: what do they look for in a lover and why? What draws their soul to try and connect with yours?

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, mentions of arousal in Joseph’s part, marriage and having kids in Jonathan and Caesar’s parts

Author’s note: I hit a little bit of a writer’s block as I was reaching the climax of my Joseph WIP so while I work on that, please enjoy these HCs in the meantime!

JONATHAN, as the textbook definition of a proper gentleman, would like somebody who has an upstanding moral compass. He’d shower his future spouse, God willing, in sugary sweet words that will no doubt secure his spot in the deepest parts of your heart. He is your lover as much as he is your friend, and looks don’t matter so long as your kindness speaks for who you are as a person.

SPEEDWAGON would like someone who doesn’t mind giving him a second chance. He doesn’t have the reputation of a saint (courtesy of growing up in Ogre Street), and he’s got next to nothing to his name, but so long as you reassure him that you’ll stick by him regardless of his status, he’d pretty much be on his knees day in and day out for you. Loyalty goes a very, very long way with him, and he’ll work day and night to rest assured that he’s worthy enough of standing by your side. Once he moves up in the world, he’ll make sure to take you somewhere nice, maybe a beautiful country such as Italy if you’re the type of person to be into sightseeing.

JOSEPH wants someone with a pretty face, no doubt. But aside from somebody with a preferably nice ass, he’d want someone who could put him in his place, quip at him and go back and forth with him. Fuss over his health too, because there’s nothing better than a total looker worrying their pretty little head about him and arguing with him about toning down his recklessness. Actually, that might just give him a boner. Fierce, passionate people have such a special place in his heart, he just can’t help getting a little bit turned-on when he meets someone who fits the bill!

CAESAR, like his good friend JOSEPH, also enjoys someone full of passion, but the difference is that he’s the type to think more about the domestic aspect of things. Throwing away his playboy reputation for you, you best believe he’s got plans to put a ring on it and begin talks about living together and having kids! He’s a family man through and through, and after that whole ordeal with his own father, he wishes to be the best father to his future kids. Someone who thinks about the future, and doesn’t mind domesticity in said future, could really catch his interest to a point where you’ll be accused of performing witchcraft on the man to have made him so lovesick over you.

KAKYOIN has spent most of his life up until the whole Dio-Egypt situation with his only company as the manifestation of his own soul, Hierophant Green. He’s said so himself; he would like to be with someone like Jotaro’s mother, Holly. Though KAKYOIN leans a little more towards the reserved type, he’d like for his lover to be someone who lights up any room they walk into, bringing mirth to others with every word. He’d like to play video games with you, correct your form because you obviously shouldn’t hold your controller like that (he’s lying, he just wants to feel his hands on your own), and have soft conversations about life before the darkness of night settles in and you both have to sleep because you know tomorrow will challenge your will to live by throwing hordes of persistent stand users at you. When this is all over, he’d like to introduce you to his parents back in Japan, proving that he too, like his mother and father, has found his person. He will never be alone again so long as he has you, not if he can help it.

JOSUKE is the romantic type. He’s binge-watched insane amounts of cheesy romcoms with his mother growing up, and they’ve given him a clear idea of love and how to go about it. He wants to share laughs with you, walk you to class with an arm slung over your shoulders, take you to Tonio’s and share a couple stories about what he and OKUYASU have been up to. Loving in real life is a lot messier than a romcom, and teenage puppy love won’t be perfect, but so long as you have patience for him and help him learn the ropes of dating, he’ll show you he can be the best boyfriend of all. Somebody who can make him laugh is good, but somebody who will wait for him and give him grace would just be heavenly. 

OKUYASU isn’t the smartest guy around, but he can pretty much nail down what he’s looking for in a relationship. Somebody real cute and maybe even a little smarter than him, somebody who’ll treat him like an equal and not a dumbass, and somebody who’s willing to calm him down when things get rough and he doesn’t know any other answer to it besides his fists. He’d love it if you visited his big brother Keicho’s gravesite sometime after school to pay respects, and he wonders if Keicho, looking down at him from heaven, would feel even a little proud of his little brother for finding a total catch. He loves you so, so much that he makes it known to everyone he meets, flaunting you around here and there to show off to his friends and even strangers how lucky he is. He just can’t believe he could be with someone as good as you, and he’d scream his love for you on top of every single rooftop in Morioh if he could.

[moviecritc]

weather report loves making you squirt ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ he's a clingy man!

cw: mdni, oral, fingering, munch!weather, brief mention of watersports

The ick of having to moan "Weather!" when you cum disappear the moment his tongue found your clit on the first try. He explored your pussy thoroughly to know your favorite spots and memorize them, he knows how to grab your hips and manhandle you so you can feel his tongue and fingers everywhere and he doesn't care that you're embarrassed of cumming fast.

"That means I'm doing it right, yeah?" he asked, taking your hands so you stop covering your face from shyness.

He's all about giving and never receiving, and he's so talented with his tongue and thick fingers that he doesn't even need to use his dick to make you see stars.

The first time you squirted with three of his fingers deep in your pussy grazing your g spot while he had your knees pressed to your chest, he thought that was the most beautiful thing you could ever do.

His eyes went wide, a genuine smile breaking across his face as your juices splashed against his chin and soaked his lips. He leaned in closer, tongue flicking out to catch every drop like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Can you do that again?" he whispered,from that moment on, Weather was obsessed.

He started keeping water bottles by the bed. "Drink up, baby," he'd say, pressing the cold plastic into your hands without breaking eye contact. You'd take big gulps while he watched, his fingers already tracing lazy circles on your thigh. He wanted you full, wanted that pressure building inside you so he could pull it out with his mouth and hands. He didn't care about getting his dick wet, he needed you squirting all over his face.

Tonight was no different. You'd already downed almost two full bottles, your belly feeling heavy and warm as he laid you down on the sheets. Weather's hands were strong and sure when he pushed your legs apart, settling between them like he belonged there. His breath ghosted over your pussy, already slick from how he'd been teasing you for the last twenty minutes.

"You're beautiful." He pressed a kiss right above your clit. "Not soaked enough, tho. We have to fix that, right?"

"Weather..." You nodded, cheeks burning, but he didn't give you time to get shy. His tongue dove in, licking a slow stripe up your folds before circling your clit with perfect pressure. "F-fuck! So... soo good, We."

Two fingers pushed inside you without a warning, your gummy walls swallowing them easily. "You're so warm, baby."

The wet sounds filled the room as he worked you open, sucking gently on your clit while his fingers pumped steadily. You were already dripping, but he wanted more.

He added a third finger, stretching you so good it made your eyes roll back. His mouth never stopped, tongue flicking fast and relentless while those fingers fucked into you with purpose. The pressure built fast, the feeling in your lower belly getting stronger with every thrust.

Weather groaned when he felt your walls start to flutter. "Yeah, baby, want to feel you squirt all over my tongue."

"Wea- ah! 'M close..." you whine, eyes shutting as you feel your walls clenching.

You came hard, a broken moan tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashed through you. He kept sucking and fingering, pressing down on your lower stomach with his other hand to help it along. The wet gush hit him full force, soaking his face and dripping down his chin onto the sheets. He moaned like it was better than anything, lapping it up greedily, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

"So fucking hot," he panted, pulling his fingers out just to spread your lips open and watch your pussy clench and release.

Another smaller spurt followed, and he dove back in, drinking it straight from the source. His face was shiny and wet, hair damp at the edges, but he looked happier than you'd ever seen him.

He finally came up for air, lips glistening and crawled over you. His cock was hard and neglected against your thigh, but he didn't even reach for it. Instead he kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Again?" he said softly, already sliding back down your body.

"Weather, oh my god!" you laugh, feeling his breath in your pussy. "One of these days I'm going to piss all over you accidentally."

He looked up at you, his stupidly blue eyes and wide shoulders telling you that he does not give a fuck.

a/n: first time writing for weather report woohoo. i feel like he deserves something more angsty and comforting than just sex but this was fun to write too!

[sxcst3ve1]

GARDEN KISSES

Pairing: Mohammed Avdol x m!reader

Synopsis: Despite being married to your husband for a number of years, you still find the most mundane things about him to be so titillating..

Content: [FLUFF/SMUT] Top!Avdol, Bottom!Reader, Established relationship (married), Canon Divergent, Mild Olfactophilia (but also just a broad attraction to sweat), Missionary, Avdol is a sweetheart, Safe Sex, Pet names, Light Praise, Pillow Talk/Banter, Fingering, Teasing

WC: 5.3k

a/n: I worked my ass off to get this out before the end of pride month, so I really hope you guys enjoy! Shout out Mohammed Avdol, I love you. Enjoy! Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3

Summertime is regarded as a ‘favorite season’ by many for various reasons; relaxing vacations, blooming greenery, more time to spend with friends, or the simple victory of knowing that Winter’s reign of terror was long over. You shared most of these sentiments, especially when it came to having a nice drink by the poolside, or sitting on the porch in the morning to watch the sun rise.  

There were downsides of course—the heat could be downright miserable at times, not to mention unwanted tans, and God forbid it be humid outside...But for you, there was still a bright side to it all. A sight like no other: Seeing your husband hard at work in the backyard.  

You fold your arms against your chest, cross your ankles and lean against the patio doorframe, withholding a dreamy sigh. 

He makes basic lawn care look so mesmerizing, it baffles you to no end. Every so often, he’d wake up just before the break of dawn, gather all the tools he needed, and head out back to begin a dutiful process of tidying up the yard. He typically started by tending to his garden, watering them, checking the soil, and picking any ripened fruits or vegetables that he could spot. This year he’d dedicated himself to growing kale, cucumbers and honeydew melons amongst a few other fruits, all of which were developing nicely from the looks of it. 

With that taken care of, he’d move on to mowing the lawn, the sound of which was always a rude interruption of your ‘sleeping in’. But at the very least, being awake meant you got to watch your husband. It became routine for you, jumping out of bed and trudging to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee while you stared out at your beloved through the window above the sink. If not for trying to be modest about the whole thing, you’d have a lawn chair set out and a pair of sunglasses thrown on in no time. Regardless, he never noticed you, or at least pretended not to, and only continued his task with his eyes focused on the lawn mower.  

The real show began when the sun finally started to peak. Lacking an awning or any cloud cover, the direct sunlight beaming down on your husband's back would quickly become unbearable. He’d eventually be urged to peel off his t-shirt, revealing a beautifully dark complexion, broad shoulders, and a sturdy stature that made you hold onto your mug a bit tighter. Sweat would begin to form, making his skin gleam as it trailed down the curve of his lower back and between the harsh line created by his brows. He’d use his discarded shirt as a makeshift rag as he squatted down to feed the chickens, or swept debris off the patio...you weren’t sure what excited you more: seeing him taking care of the things that matter to him, or seeing him grunt and put his muscles to good use.  

Either way, you were eternally grateful for the sacrifices he made to keep your home looking presentable. As such, it was only fair that you did something nice for him in return, even if it meant taking your eyes off of him for a few moments.  

You step back inside, retreating to the kitchen pantry where you pull out a large pitcher and a few other items to whip up a light breakfast. It only takes you ten minutes or so before you’ve sat out two plates arranged with toast, fried eggs, and small sausage links on the counter. You took the liberty of making some lemonade as well, figuring it might quench his thirst better than orange juice could. With one last satisfied glance over your contribution, you return to the patio door, resuming your nonchalant stance. You spot your husband now going around the edges of the fence with the weedwhacker, back facing you as the invasive stocks are kicked up into the air and tossed into the open grass.  

“Mo!” You shout, immediately realizing that it’s going to take a lot more than that to grab his attention with how loud his machine is. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you attempt another yell, this time with a bit more bass and vigor.  

Perhaps only catching onto the echo of your voice, your husband's head perks up, and he powers off the whacker, turning round as he sets it against the fence. Upon seeing you, his face breaks into a familiar smile, soft and loving, the kind that set your heart’s pace askew. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, making his way over to you in a few calm strides. You can practically feel the heat radiating off him as he stands before you, and you almost feel bad for not calling him in sooner.  

“Good morning, Mr. Avdol.” He says cheerily, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. The statement sets off alarms in your mind: there was no feeling as good as being reminded that you had taken on such a wonderful last name.  

You briefly close your eyes and grin, hardly concealing the adoration in your tone. “And to you as well...I see you’re hard at work, yet again.” You gesture towards the yard.  

Mohammed looks over his shoulder, pursing his lips at the progress he’d made so far. “Mhm. I’ve still got a lot of maintenance left to do, but it’s looking much better than before.”  

“Agreed. But uh...I made you some breakfast. Maybe take a break and have a bite, replenish yourself a bit?”  

When he glances down at you again, his expression looks a tad shocked. He sighs heavily, lips drooping into a weary, but grateful smile. “You shouldn’t have, my dear.”  

You raise a brow, “Don’t even. I’ve got to make myself useful around this place somehow. It’s the least I could do.”  

He chuckles, cupping your jaw lightly in his clammy palm. “You do plenty already, I assure you.” Mohammed tips your head up, allowing him to press his lips to yours. “..I appreciate it nonetheless. I won’t deny that my stomach was starting to get antsy.”  

“The consequences of hard labor. It’s a damn miracle you didn’t faint out there.”  

You take hold of his wrists, pulling him inside the house and closing the door behind you. He allows himself to be dragged in, humming in relief as he’s met with the chill of the AC. At your words, he laughs a little, heading to the sink to wash his hands. 

“Who do you take me for? I was made for this weather, habibi.”  

“Yeah, you say that every time.” You stand opposite of him, smirking whilst pouring him a glass of lemonade, the ice clicking quietly as you do so. “No harm in being at least a little bit more cautious though.”  

“Mm..if it would make you worry less, then I suppose I have no choice. I quite hate to see that crease between your brows.” He mutters, grabbing a few paper towels. 

“You mean to sound sweet, but I guarantee you’ll be right back in the scorching sun the minute I take my eyes off you.”  

Mohammed leans over the island, lips curved ever so slightly. “No comment.” He gazes down as you push his plate and drink towards him, face alight with interest. “Looks delicious. Shall we eat?”  

With a nod of confirmation, the two of you dig into your meals. Your husband, a typically polite eater, makes a poor attempt at pretending he isn’t near starving... The facade crumbles when he starts using both his fork and hand simultaneously to shove food into his mouth, and you watch with awe as he clears his plate in less than a few minutes as if it were a mere snack. 

He waits until he’s chewed and swallowed before he speaks, “Remind me, what’s on the calendar for today, my love?”  

You blink back into consciousness, setting your toast down to look back at the refrigerator. “Grocery shopping, phone conference with Mr. Joestar at five, and dinner with Jean-Pierre at eight. You also mentioned wanting to stop by your shop, something about a book you’d forgotten to bring-” 

In turning back to your husband, your words die off into silence. Now that his food was demolished, he’d moved on to his drink, and it is...definitely a sight to behold. Mohammed has his head titled back fully, large hand almost engulfing his glass as he holds it up to his lips. Built up condensation rolls down between his fingers as he chugs, and a few streams of escaping lemonade trail along the length of his neck to mix with the glistening sweat that had yet to dry up.  

You aren’t sure if it was just because of your previous ogling, but this felt so...strangely erotic. There’s an inexplicable heat piling at your nape and in your cheeks, like you’ve just come down with an awful fever the longer you watch him; His throat bobbing when he swallows, the relived sigh he huffs when he sets the glass back down, and the gradual droop of his eyelids as he relaxes.. 

He raises his brow once he notices that you’ve stopped talking, and a little pout forms on his lips when he sees you staring so intently. “..Are you alright?” And then with a small smile he adds, “Have I got something on my face?”  

You cover your mouth with your hand pensively. Glance back at the calendar. Then to him again.  

“Mohammed.”  

His expression visibly tenses at the call of his full name. “Yes, that’s me.”  

With the way your thoughts are bouncing all over the place, you where to start with what you want to say... Circumventing this, you take a few steps back, slowly rounding the counter until you stand next to him, hands clenched by your side. He looks down at you in silent confusion, waiting patiently for your next words.  

You raise your hand to his shoulder, letting your voice sink lower. “..Think you could hold off on finishing the yard for a few minutes?”  

He cocks his brow, twisting to face you fully. “I mean, I could, but it’s already a little past twelve. It’s only going to get hotter from here on out..It’d be ideal for me to finish up as quickly as possible.” 

“Well yeah, but..” You slip your hand from his shoulder to his chest, fighting to not bite your lip as you feel over his torso, fingers traveling down until they settle on the waistband of his burgundy shorts. You lift your eyes to him, seething with whatever seduction you can muster. “You can always finish it tomorrow, right..?”  

Your husband seems to catch on, his skin twitching at your touch. His gaze sharpens like he’s ready to accuse you of something, but you swear you see the corner of his mouth curl up. He remains quiet for a moment longer, narrowing his eyes in what you assume is contemplation.  

“..What did you in this time, hm? This early in the day, too?” Mohammed smiles playfully, leaning one hand on the counter while the other lightly scritches your jaw.  

You lean into the touch, but frown in mild embarrassment. “It’s not my fault you make everything look so...enticing.”  

He laughs boisterously, “You are a strange one...but as your spouse, I will refrain from making fun of you too much. After all..” He looks over his empty plate, quieting his voice. “..your little ‘good deed’ you set up has me feeling a certain way myself..”  

You snicker, shaking your head. “And you dare call me strange...getting turned on by a small favor is ridiculous.”  

“But I am turned on, nonetheless.”  

... 

The sudden seriousness in your husband's tone stuns your senses. He is a generally forward individual in all that he does, but hearing him speak with such impropriety was still jarring at times. You feel a little kick of adrenaline rush through you, and with Mohammed’s heated glare focused on your own, you wondered only why neither of you had made a move yet.  

“I know you’re probably tired and all but..I could help you with that...if you want.” You mumble, half-shrugging.  

“That is exactly what I want.” He smiles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Right after I shower.”  

Immediately, your frown returns. “What? No.”  

“..No? What do you mean ‘no’?” He pouts right along with you.  

“The sweat is part of the appeal; you can’t just get rid of it.” 

“Oh..” Mohammed pulls a grimace at first, but it slowly softens into a smirk the longer he thinks about your proposition. “’This a new kink of yours, my love?”  

You settle for a quiet, “..Maybe.” Calling it ‘new’ was a bit of an understatement. It was more like you’d never made your stance known out of shame.  

Your husband hums and raises his thumb to your cheek, caressing the tinted skin as he speaks plainly. “Alright...I’ll indulge.” 

The small smile that follows lightens the strain in your chest, and you press your face fully into his palm. “You don’t have to-”  

He tuts, cutting you off as he moves his hands to your hips. “None of that, mister. You should know by now that I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. Now,”  

Mohammed’s expression holds both reverence and curiosity, that fiery gleam in his eyes reflecting a frightening burst of energy suddenly driving through him.  

“Let’s get to work, shall we?”  

The best you can give in response is a vigorous nod of your head.  

You ease Mohammed backwards with a hand to his chest until his knees have hit the edge of the bedframe, your lips pecking intermittently as he lowers to sit on the mattress. Subconsciously, you cringe at the idea of his outside clothes touching the blanket and sheets, but they needed to be cleaned anyways, so you let the thought pass.  

The bed creaks as he leans back on his hands, allowing you room to press your knee between his legs and slide your fingers beneath the fabric of his shorts. He shudders, grabbing at the sheets when you rake your nails along his outer thigh. Your free hand cups his face, steadying your balance so that you can press your lips more insistently upon his, kissing away lingering citrus and sugar crystals.  

Mohammed reaches out for you, eager to touch, laying his palm against your lower back, and lifting your pajama shirt just enough to where you can feel his signature warmth. You control the rhythm of the kiss, gently coaxing his mouth open until you can nudge your tongue inside to roll against his. He reciprocates your forwardness with a quiet chuckle, but you get just the tiniest groan out of him when you bite the edge of his bottom lip. You don’tlet up either, continuing to kiss him languidly until he’s breathing heavily and balling his fist into the hem of your shirt.  

You pull back, now kissing his jaw as you murmur, “You okay, baby?” knowing full well what you’re doing to him. With your knee still between his thighs, you can feel he’s pitched a sizeable tent, which only spurs you on.  

Mohammed turns his eyes away, a prominent red undertone painting his cheeks. “..You know I hate it when you tease, habibi.”  

“’Wasn’t on purpose, I swear.”  

He huffs, “You can’t expect me to believe that.”   

You smile, dipping down to his neck just to stare at the shimmering skin. It seems the closeness and stimulation have made him start to perspire again...You feel a tingle in your fingers, and you barely hesitate to glide your knuckles against his throat. Mohammed quivers, clenching his teeth and swallowing hard.  

“..Maybe not. But can't a guy have a bit of fun? I like watching your expressions.” You admit, gaze flicking back up to him.  

You feel him take in a deep, composed breath that comes out jagged. “No...not when I want you this bad.” 

 Your eyes widen, a tinge of both guilt and arousal striking your nerves. Again, he has this focused look on his face, brows lightly furled, soft lips straightened as he tugs on your shirt once more. He has no idea how impossibly sexy he is, and that almost frustrates you.  

“Mo..” You groan and drop your forehead to his shoulder, letting go of whatever act you had been putting on.  

He turns to kiss the shell of your ear, whispering, “Are you through being cruel to me..?” 

 You huff a laugh, leaning to the side until your body flops over onto the mattress beside him. “You’re being dramatic...but yes. I apologize.”  

“Good.”  

The moment you’re off of him, Mohammed begins to shuffle around, prompting you to do the same, both of you maneuvering until your husband is kneeling between your legs, his hands placed on either side of your head while yours stay wrapped around his neck. Sunlight peeking through the bedroom window casts a golden aura around his frame as he leans over you, breathing heavier the longer he stares.   

“..Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” You hum, curling your fingers around his long ponytail.  

A smirk. “Every day, my love.”  

“Well, what’s one more, mm?”  

You smile and pull yourself up, reveling in his gasps when you attach your lips to his neck. You begin licking careful stripes along his jugular where the heat radiates the most, and suck the salt from his skin. The taste is not entirely pleasant on its own, but knowing it’s from him is the aspect that really counts. Your hand lowers to his chest, where incoming peach fuzz is coated in a layer of sheen that transfers to your fingertips the further you drag them. Mohammed’s muscles flex and relax simultaneously, and you can tell he’s making a conscious effort not to make any humiliating sounds.  

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks.  

You nod against his neck just as your lips come off with a quiet ‘smack’, “Entirely too much. You?”  

He trembles ever so slightly. “..I am certainly enjoying your attention. But..”  

You draw back to look over his face as his words trail off. At first, you think you might’ve done something wrong, but that pout on his lips says otherwise. You nearly laugh, but hold it in for his sake.  

“But you want more..?”  

“I have been patient..” Is all he utters, lid’s drooping as if he’s asking for your sympathy. Not like he needed to.  

You grin and return to lying flat on your back, but keep your hands on him. "You're needy today.”  

He tilts his head, “Don’t make it sound as if you aren’t the exact same. You haven’t stopped clinging to me since we entered the room.”  

“...Touché.”  

With a final, victorious quirk of his brow, Mohammed leans down on his elbow to kiss you properly, one of his hands snaking around the small of your back and down into your pajama pants. You chuckle against his mouth when he playfully grabs at your ass, but the sound devolves into rasp when he begins a gives a little pinch. He removes his hand to place it on your side instead, bringing himself in closer until his crotch is pressed fully against you, hips beginning a faint grinding motion that has your stomach dropping. You angle your own hips upwards so that you can feel more of his bulge, heart setting to an increasingly passionate beat. 

“Feels good?” He inquires between kisses, yet somehow it feels more like a statement. Like he knows. 

Still, you nod weakly, turning your face away to curse under your breath. You feel strangely sensitive even with all this fabric still between the two of you, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed about it. Ever disapproving of such a notion, your husband gently grabs your chin, guiding you to look at him once more. His smile is soft and charming, but in your mind, it feels crass, especially considering the phrase that follows,  

“Words, please.”  

You huff routinely, eyelids flitting as you try to wrap your brain around a coherent sentence. “Yes..’ts good..so good, Mo..”  

Mohammed’s fingers twitch against your face, and his movements slow to a halt. He looks dazed, but the flare in his gaze seems to surge. Before you can even think to whine in complaint, your pajama pants are being done away with, tossed to bedroom floor to be forgotten for the next few minutes. You watch in shock as your husband strips you bare, clearly doing his best to be careful in his haste, but you can already see the apology forming in his brows when he leans over you again.  

“’Didn’t mean to startle you, I just-”  

You grin and shake your head, quick to reassure him. “It’s fine. I’m okay... Keep going.”  

He still gives you a once over for his own sake, but soon enough he’s reaching towards the nightstand, one hand pressed against your hip while the other digs around the drawer for some lubricant. He fumbles through squeezing it out on his fingers, but takes the time to admire you all the while. In truth, you’re both admiring each other...despite his skin being mostly dried of the sweat that had previously got you going, your husband is still an absolute beauty, a full fledge painting of desire... 

The feeling of him softly pushing your knees apart brings back your focus, and you willfully comply, shifting on your back to get in a more comfortable position. You get a complete sense of clarity when he lowers his hand past where you can no longer see, a testament to the amount of trust you’ve placed in him since the day you said, ‘I do.’ Mohammed appears to have the same mindset, as he doesn’t say a word when he begins to press his fingers to your rim, but rather closes his eyes and kisses over your forehead, cheeks, and lips.  

You try to reciprocate whatever he gives, but with the quiet moans now following your every breath, it’s growing difficult. His fingers continue a slow circling motion, applying a subtle pressure with each pass that has you biting the inside of your cheek. Even with your eyes half-lidded, you can see the tiniest smile spreading on your husband's face as he feels your muscles twitching and relaxing, opening up for him without a fight. It isn’t long before he’s able to wedge the tip of his middle finger inside, and even that already feels like too much. If there was one thing you loved about your husband, it was his heavy stature, which included his thick...appendages.  

Your hips slant upward as he slowly works his finger inside, pumping in increments until he’s able to get down to the knuckle. No matter how many times you’ve done this with him, it’s like he gets more attuned to your body every time. With just one finger, he reaches the spots that make you clench and whine, intensifying the pleasure by sucking hickeys just below your collar bone, and dragging his hot tongue along your Adams apple. When he adds the second finger, you swear you’ve lost your breath, gasping over the sound of your own squelching as he stretches your hole. You’ve deduced that he takes some kind of secretive pleasure in feeling you try to desperately grind against his fingers and hearing your broken calls of his name considering his current heavy breathing against your neck, but you know he’d never admit it out loud.  

“Fuck, Mo..” You whimper, pressing your head back into the pillows.  

He murmurs an acknowledgement. “I know...just a while longer.”  

“’Don’t think I can wait..-” Your voice cracks and breaks off into a cry when he unexpectedly curls his fingers, back arching off the mattress.  

He merely kisses your cheek, speaking lowly, “Try, for me?...I like seeing your expressions.” 

You want to feel angry at him using your own logic against you, but all you can do is close your eyes and moan to the ceiling, precum dripping helplessly onto your stomach. Mohammed continues to take his sweet time, spreading and scissoring his fingers in practiced motions despite you being more than prepped at this point.  

“Are you some sort of sadist?” You grit out.  

“Of course not.” He laughs breathily, “You think you’re the only one having a hard time here?”  

“Well, that’s your own fault. No one is holding you back.”  

“Sure..but patience is a virtue, you know.” He says it with a hint of malice, and you’re certain he’s messing with you again.  

“My god, you cannot be serious..”  

He smiles insidiously, bringing his fingers to a complete stop and pulling them out slowly. Your muscles clench and seize around nothing, and involuntary whine escaping you at the loss of contact. He tilts his head at the sound, 

“Seems you don’t quite want me to leave yet.”  

Your chest heaves as you mourn the loss of fullness, and the delirium of lust almost has you nodding and agreeing with him. Your mouth hangs open as you search for a proper comeback,  manifesting senseless groans and whimpers that only prove his point.  

Mohammed looks down at you sympathetically, grazing his knuckles against your side and speaking calmly. “Do not worry. I know exactly what you need..” 

The stress of indecision melts away as you watch your husband sit back on his heels and hook his thumb into the band of his shorts and boxers, tugging them down his hips until the fabric bunches at his knees. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, curving eagerly upwards in your direction. You watch in idle hunger as Mohammed caps the tip with a thin condom, sliding it down the rest of his length with ease. He keeps a steely expression as he gives himself a few light strokes, but you catch a glimpse of a smirk before he whispers,  

“You’re staring.”  

You want to say you’re ashamed, but... “When am I not?”  

He scoots closer, setting your calves on either side of his hips. “Some might find it rude...” 

You hold in a chuckle, “Yeah? Well, do you?”  

Mohammed trails his fingers against the tops of your thighs, smiling tenderly. “No. I wouldn’t want your eyes anywhere else.”  

How infuriating. Even in a situation like this, he finds time to be adorable...You sigh deeply and reach up to touch his face, tracing the bridge of his nose and jaw. 

“..I love you.”  

His eyes flutter like the phrase could've struck him dead, a wider smile on his lips. “I love you too.”  

You drop your hand back to the bed, flooded with anticipation as he positions himself at your entrance, gaze on you all the while. He waits for your breathing to even out before finally starting to press inside, rewarding you with an even more intense stretch than before. Your body is invaded with a delicious heat as you take every inch, akin to the beat of the summer sun on your skin. Even with your eyes now closed, you can feel Mohammed watching your face, studying it for signs of pain or discomfort...but they never come, not when he’s halfway in, and not when his hips make contact with your ass.  

He rests the side of his cheek against yours, uttering a soft, “Good.” such a simple word, yet it makes your heart pound every time.  

He gives you a moment to adjust, lips finding their way to yours again while he whispers more appraisals, letting them linger between the two of you until he feels they’re far enough ingrained into your mind. With him this close, you can smell the musk of high noon not yet gone from his skin, which is practically a sedative of its own kind.  

When he feels you're ready, he starts cautiously pulling his hips back, before sinking himself inside again, letting out quiet moans into your ear with each thrust. The sensation is dizzying, thick veins pressing against your walls, and just the general girth pumping you full.. 

Mohammed fucks you deep and slow, making sure you can feel every drag, and that he can feel every tweak of you constricting, as if subconsciously trying to trap him inside. Your arms wrap around sun kissed shoulders, back arching as your moans are absorbed into his mouth, craving nothing more than to be completely full of him for the rest of your godforsaken life. You shift your hips to a slightly higher angle, gasping aloud as his cock now nudges divinely against your G-Spot.  

“Fuck- right there-”  

“I’ve got you.” Your husband's voice is similarly shaky, his face dropping to your shoulder. “Want it faster?”  

You shake your head vigorously, clinging to him tighter. “No- just like this, don’t change a thing.”  

Mohammed responds with an uncharacteristic moan, proceeding with long, steady strokes that begin to push your body up against the headboard. It’s like your insides are being massaged in all the right ways, an itch scratched that you can never reach.  

“Shit I’m-” 

You know you’re done for when you can feel your hands starting to tremble. As much as you would’ve like to last longer, trying to hold back is entirely too taxing. You shut your eyes tight, hanging on to every spark of pleasure that he delivers until it builds into a full-on blaze in your gut, the feeling consuming you wholly. Your legs quake and try to squeeze around his torso as you reach your climax, cum sputtering onto your stomach as your voice cracks beneath the pressure of a jumble of curses and groans.  

With a hand to your hip, Mohammed quickens his pace just slightly, using shallower thrusts before orgasm seems to claim him too, his moans barred behind clenched teeth. One day, you’d get him to break that habit, you swear.  

You keep your hands pressed to his shoulder blades, and he continues to goad quiet sounds out of you until he brings himself to a complete stop, panting against your collar bone. You both remain like that for a while, just breathing and taking in the buzz of relief. Eventually though, he slowly pulls out and lies his head on your chest without a word, the rest of his body essentially smothering you like a warm weighted blanket. You smile blearily, rubbing his back and enjoying the feeling of your hearts beating against each other, gradually returning to a natural rhythm.  

“..I think I’ve over exhausted myself.” He mutters. “You’ve got me sweating again..” 

You lazily trace around the knots of his hair with your forefinger, laughing under your breath. “Mm..I’m sorry.” 

“No need. It was worth every ounce of energy.” He turns his head just enough so that he can kiss your skin. “’Love the way you make me feel..”  

The statement is like pure bliss. “..Me too.” Biting down on a boyish grin, you close your eyes, thanking whatever god for sending you such a perfect man. “Couldn’t have asked for a better start to my day..” 

“I’m glad to hear..” Mohammed is cut off by his own fit of yawns. “..that.”  

He's quieter as the seconds pass, and it’s obvious that it won’t be long before he drifts off to sleep entirely. As much as you want him to stay awake, you’re technically at fault for tiring him out.  

You gently pat his back, speaking softly, “Taking a nap, baby?”  

Theres a short delay before he hums in affirmation.  

“Okay...could you move a bit so I can go shower? Promise I’ll come back.”  

You wait..and wait...and wait, for a response... 

 But all that you get is the sound of him snoring. 

You suppose it’s just another well-deserved taste of your own medicine. So rather than trying to wake him up, (which would be impossible anyways), you kiss the top of his head and wrap your arms around him, trying to get as comfortable as you can.  

a/n: As much as I write about summer, it is my least favorite season. It's only good for its aesthetic and I stand by that. (Also first time writing bottom reader..can you tell...)

Divider Credits: @strangergraphics, @cursed-carmine <33

[d1azepamblu]

𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (nsfw)

Johnny has a fetish, you know, but you pretend not to know. Until one day, he falls under the allure of seeing mosquito bites on your body.

TW! Mature and Sexual content.

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Johnny has always had a specific..fetish. It’s not like anyone really knows, maybe Gyro but it’s not like it’s life changing information. Gyro’s seen and heard worse. But you’re aware, and Johnny? He doesn’t have to know yet. Pretending is much more enticing, it’s better to pull him in before letting him maul you with the rest of his strength.

When horses are around the gang all the time, flies are bound to stick to the group like glue. The smell of horse shit under the American sun, and the slick scent of sweat? Bites come around. Gyro gets them, but when you’re the one getting the bites, the way Johnny avoids his gaze at you is strange. It’s like he’s not disgusted but there’s an underlying shame in his eyes, and you notice. It’s always when you claim you got bitten, or when you show the small red bite on your skin, his gaze faces away from you.

At first you didn’t quite catch it, but when you found out about his little quirk, you decided to indulge. Whenever you were drenched in sweat, sometimes you’d purposely wipe away only a bit from your body. You’d want some marks, and sometimes you’d get them. It’s a nuisance, but the way he hides his fluster makes this a fun game of cat and mouse. Mosquitoes are attracted to estrogen, compared to the guys you’re more likely to get bitten. Sweat and your scent, is a ground for those red bites. Your skin is sweet, to the bugs and to Johnny.

One day it finally ticked, Johnny got under your strings. It just so happens a naughty bug had bitten your thighs, the small peachy mark meant nothing to you, but for Johnny it was like you were the one driving him crazy. It wasn’t just your thighs that day that had gotten a few more bites, but what he saw was already an invitation in his mind

Here you are, laying down, while he nibbles on that peachy mark on your thighs. Gyro’s knocked out beside you two, you tease Johnny on how it feels like they're cucking Gyro. Johnny’s too occupied to pay attention to what you’re saying. You’re half naked, your cunt is wet in front of him, thick muff in his sight, but for him that’s not what’s driving him crazy. You smirk at him, it’s like your game worked, you think it’s ridiculous how hazy his eyes get sucking on a piece of skin.

Eventually he gets to your poor forgotten cunt, his fingers playing with the outer labia, while his thumb rubs around your clit. “You know, most men would’ve put their mouths on that cunt.” You teased him, your voice weaker due to the growing pleasure. It’s enticing. Hearing your words, his eyes that were locked on your thighs gazed back at your eyes quickly. He then let go of his mouth on the bites on your thighs, saliva strings following his now red lips, his breath is heavy as if he’s only been breathing through his nose, he then speaks slightly out of breath.

“Can’t. You're driving me crazy.” He spoke, blush creeping on his cheeks, his eyelashes heavy on his wide pupils. It’s the eyes of a pervert, heavy with lust but mind full of shame. You smile at his confession, you then slowly undressed your top. Your naked form has a few bite marks. Your collarbones, the space between your breasts, and a small mark near your belly. “Fuck—oh god.” The way his pupils dilate, his gaze assessing your body, the way his eyes focus on each mark on your body like a hunter about to devour its prey.

He was about to lunge forward, his mouth opened, tongue ready. But, you then gently stopped his head by the palm of your hand. “No.” you ordered, with your gaze locked onto his. “W-what? What the fuck do you mean?” he spoke confused, churning your words like they weren’t real. His fingers stop momentarily from playing with the now slobbery cunt. “Slowly. I want you to start from the top, can you do that for me?” indicating your rules, your finger pointed to the mark on your collarbone. Pointing the start of the golden trail. He nods, and slowly you let go of your palm. He gently places his wet lips on your collarbone, the small red mark now engulfed in his mouth. Hearing your soft moan, he starts to utilize his fingers once again on your cunt.

You hope Gyro doesn’t wake up, but when he does in the morning you ask for a repellent.

Divider credit: Made By bbyg4rlhelps

Note: I wrote this simply because I miss SBR and also I’m holding hostage the anime Netflix headquarters…go Johnny go go

[ddarker-dreams]

hi!!! I love your writing! can I ask what kind of darling do you think Giorno and Bruno would fall for? like their character, behaviour, etc. And also, how would they want them to act toward them in an ideal world (like being silent, obedient, loving, fighting them...)? please and thank you!

i’m updating my thoughts on this!!

Giorno: 

As Don of Passione, Giorno would never actively spend time seeking out a romantic relationship. So for you to spark an interest that develops into the flames of raging obsession, there’ll need to be a memorable interaction. He would be partial towards an insightful yet short conversation when waiting for a drink at his favorite cafe, anything that would keep you in his mind. Hearing your thoughts on the world caught his attention, and he couldn’t get you out of his head. 

He’d want a person who has a more optimistic view of life, even if there’s a touch of naivete in it. Giorno is a bit jaded, having seen the worst the world has to offer from such a young age. A ray of sunlight would be perfect for him, a person to keep his motivation to better Italy alive. You make the world a better place, and he wants to as well. 

Talking and also knowing when to listen would be important for him. While he prefers that you do a majority of the conversing, while he steers conversations in a more subtle way, he also wants you to hear him out. It’s difficult not to, with how charismatic he is, getting you wrapped around his fingers after a few interactions. 

He treasures someone who has passion, whether it be for an occupation or a hobby. Giorno has a strong drive for his own goals and plans, but never really got the opportunity to persue hobbies. So seeing you taking pleasure in your own growth in a field that interests you warms his heart. It makes you precious to him, a softness that he has to protect no matter what.

Bucciarati: 

Similar to Giorno, he wants a darling with a kind disposition. Even more so towards people that society might shun or think less of, seeing how you interact with these people without judgement touches his heart. He wants you to gaze upon him with those loving eyes, to offer him encouragement the same way you do others. Compassion would attract Bucciarati like a moth to a flame. 

He’d want someone who is humble. For a variety of reasons, one of the big ones being that he could manipulative easier. He’ll prey on your self esteem, setting himself up as your one and only supporter. No one else can see your worth the same way he does, that’s what he believes and will make you believe. Bruno will be the one to knock you down, and extend a hand to lift you back up, all in due time. 

Bucciarati would like someone with a more domestic lifestyle, without lots of travel. He ultimately wants to make you a homebody for him to cherish, so this would make it easier in his long term plans. His childhood saw a fracture in a standard living situation, and a part of him craves to have that stability back. You would be the backbone for this eventually, someone to be the glue that keeps him in reality. 

Banter would be thrilling to him, any cheeky exchange of words with flirtatious undertones gets him going. You don’t even have to be the best at it, if anything it’d be cute to see you stumbling over yourself to keep up with him. He would love someone who is capable of matching his charm, or coming close to it. It’s electrifying, and keeps him coming back for more.