I'm humbly requesting something for our melon man Melone. I don't know if you do just gn!reader but I'd like female reader if that's okay;;; Say he made reader mad about something but didn't apologize cause he thinks he's in the right. So they leave the house they live in together and he figures they'll just come back the next day after cooling down. But they don't. And not for probably another 3-4 days either. They were just THAT upset because the subject was something sensitive to them and he offended them. They needed that time away. But then happens that downward spiral in situations like this as the days go on. They haven't texted + called him and he can't use Babyface because he doesn't have the proper kind of sample he needs. So he's left wondering if they're okay. They come back of course, this isn't some run away from home or kidnap thing;;; just a real bad spat where Mel was a dumb dumb. I'm sorry if I was too specific with this chdjwndkchd. I'd like if this was an imagine but I don't mind headcanons instead if you wanna do that šš
Sorry this took forever, but im back in the game now. It may be a little rough, but that's what happens when you stop writing lol. Anyways, If you enjoy this please feel free to leave more la squadra asks. Im obsessed with these men. (prolly ooc)
Melone sat at his desk, tapping erratically at the keyboard of his computer. His hair was unkempt from the numerous times he ran his fingers through it, bloodshot eyes, and gritted teeth as he tried to focus after one too many sleepless nights. His once cold, and calculated exterior, now threatened to come apart at the seams.
What if she had been captured by the boss? What if she was in trouble? All these questions plagued his mind, but one stood out.
What if sheās never coming back?Ā
āDamn it all!ā He swiped the machine off the table, head in his hands. He doesnāt even remember what the argument was about in the first place. He should have just set aside his pride and apologized; after all, she made it so stupidly clear how much it hurt her.
āWhere could she be?āĀ All efforts to find her had been exhausted, even babyface was futile as he never took a sample from her per request. The one time he agreed to something like that and of course this is the outcome. Logically, it had only been three days, sure a lot could happen in that time, but it's not like it was a week. Yet here he is, his body threatening to cave in to every emotion heās been trying to bottle up.
āWhat do i-ā
Keys began jingling on the other side of the door, locks turning causing Melone to jump and whip his head to that direction. The door slowly creaked open, which caused his heart to drum in his chest faster than he thought possible.
āMelone? You here?ā He shot up from his chair, catching the leg with his foot and stumbling over it.
āShit! Melone are you okay?ā She rushed over to him, dropping her bags as she did so.
When she was close enough he pressed his face into her torso as he held her tight.
āIm sorry. Im so sorry i should have thought about what I was saying, I should have realized it was upsetting you, I- Im so sorry just please donāt leave me.ā She smoothed his hair, raking her fingers gently through it. She looked around, taking note of the disheveled look of the room that perfectly mirrored the man in front of her.
āI didnāt realize my leaving would affect you like this. I just needed to clear my head for a few days and I didnāt want to say something I would regret. I didnāt know what else to do.ā
She lowered herself to be face to face with him on the ground, cupping his face in her hands.Ā
āI suppose weāre both terrible when it comes to emotions, wouldnāt you say, bella?ā She let out a half-hearted laugh, nodding her head.
All of the repressed emotions he held onto came through as tears began flowing down his face freely. She wiped them away with her thumbs and he nuzzled into her touch.
āI was so afraid you werenāt coming back. So much was going through my mind, amore mio.āĀ
āIām here now, Mel. And I'm not going anywhere.āHe placed a long kiss to her palm and she smiled softly, leaning forward to meet him in a kiss, letting out all negative emotions, all worry fading. He pulled back, gazing at her features with soft eyes and mouth agape as he took in the sight of her.
This blog is a safe space and I feel I shouldn't have to say this, but 18+ only.
Things I write:
NSFW
character x reader
character x character
comfort
fluff
angst
uncommon characters
yandere (it may not be the best but im interested in trying)
Things I don't write for
NSFW with a minor (ex.minor character x reader)
incest
match-ups
ocxcharacter (i don't feel i could do it well enough nor do I feel comfortable doing it)
I have the right to refuse any request that makes me uncomfortable, but I'll usually explain why. I just want this to be a fun experience for everyone and use this as an opportunity to grow as a writer. It takes a lot to weird me out since I want to expand my writing horizons so it shouldn't be too much of an issue.
At first he didnāt believe her when she came to him crying and begging. He thought she was pathetic to grovel at her fate. Something she denied she did. I mean why should he believe her? So many inmates who were very much guilty say the same thing so why is she any different?
So of course he utilized Whitesnake, he took her memory disk and watched carefully. Sure enough, she did nothing, just more of a wrong place at the wrong time and a shitty public defender.
From that moment he watched her from the shadows, always distanced from the other prisoners and head down.
Yet within this shyness lay a kind yet firm person, a trait he adored. No matter how bashful she was, she always stood her ground yet he still felt the urge to protect her.
He invited her back into the chapel to work, but it always was just long conversations between them. Starting as religion quickly turning into something as small as how the breeze felt nice compared to the usual humidity.
He couldnāt ignore the growing warmth in his chest whenever they met, for long.
He prayed, like a lot. Asking for forgiveness for falling, getting distracted from his goals, but the moment their lips touched into a passionate kiss, it felt as if heaven was closer than he originally thought.
I hope this was cohesive as im about to pass out. Anyways āļø
Suggested song to listen to while reading: Heaven by Emilee
Sun shone delicately through the blinds, bathing the room in the warm morning light. Weather report lay gazing at Y/nās sleeping form with contented eyes and a small, soft smile as he stroked their cheek.
āGood morning.ā He spoke, voice barely above a whisper, placing his lips gently against their forehead. They stirred, scrunching their face and smiling, as they stretched their arms around him, settling on his shoulders.
āGāmornin Weather.ā They nuzzled closer to him and he adjusted his body so they could lay on his chest. They draw seemingly random patterns on his skin and he hums, holding them tighter. His memories have long been robbed of him, so long he wondered who he was, so many days, weeks, frustrated at who he could have been, but in this room, he knew exactly who he was.
āWhat are you doing over there?ā They looked up at him, giggling.
āGuess what Iām writing.ā They continued their ministrations, watching his face morph as he focused on the sensations their fingers left behind. Brows furrowing as he came up empty.
āI donāt know.ā His voice was gravelly, near dejected causing Y/n to frown and moves to cup his cheeks in their hands,
āAs cheesy as it is, I was spelling out āI love youā over and over.ā His chest filled with warmth, pulling them into a tender kiss. When they separated he stared into their e/c eyes with an innocent wonder as their smile never once fades.
So Iām back on my bullshit and im taking requests again. The same rules still apply but I wonāt Do NSFW for Giorno or the rest of Dioās kids because of how I view them but Iāll still write for all of them ofc. If youāre thirsty for characters that dont have a lot of fics then this is certainly your blog.
jotaro nsfw headcanons for a chubby s/o? š tysm im so excited that thereās a new blog like this!
Honestly? He loves you so much and he doesn't really care what you look like.
If he notices that you are insecure for whatever reason then he pays closer attention to giving your body the love it deserves.
He'll take his time too.
Soft caresses along your sides and kisses where you're most insecure. A complete 180, but he wants to ensure his loved one is okay!
The lovemaking itself is mostly slow and sensual. He takes his time, thrusting slowly yet deep while rubbing your clit. He likes to make you a moaning mess.
He will leave marks everywhere. Neck, chest, thighs. All you have to do is say and he's putty in your hands.
This was super fun to make as I am also on the chubby side so this was a little self indulgent. :')-M
Barely. Classes have been kicking my ass and not leaving much time for anything. I do have today off though so maybe I'll get something done for a change. -M
Request: could you do hurt comfort abbacchio x bruno?
*Potential spoilers*
"You're up early." Bruno stood by the table staring up at Abbacchio with concern. He looked over to the capo, drinking from a full glass.
"You need to sleep Abbacchio." Bruno pulled the chair closest to the man and sat down, placing his hand gently upon the other's, stroking it with his thumb softly. He was tense.
They stayed like this in silence for many moments until quiet whimpers escaped the poor man's lips.
"It was all my fault." Dispite his gruff tone, he sounded dejected. He refused to look up to meet Bruno's gaze in fear of coming of as weak and lesser. He sighed before reaching over to lift his chin,
"Look at how far you've come. You've grown so much since then." Bruno wiped his tears then stroked his cheek with a comforting smile.
"We all have our regrets, but you must know that the past cannot be changed." Bruno grabbed Abbacchio's hand with his empty one and squeezed.
" If you are ever to feel like this again then please come talk to me. I will do whatever I can to help you. I love you, tesoro." Abbacchio smiled as Bruno leaned in to envelope him in a kiss.