I have a love-hate relationship with writing. I both love and hate writer's block.
btw I didn't tell anyone but I was diagnosed with ADHD at the beginning of this year. That explains why I haven't written my biggest fics for maybe two years
Bon Scott, the charismatic and legendary frontman of the iconic rock band AC/DC, was known for his electrifying stage presence and his ability to captivate audiences with his powerful vocals and magnetic personality. However, behind the scenes, he was also a man deeply in love with his girlfriend, Y/N .
On a fateful night after an AC/DC concert which Bon gave his all in, Bon decided to take a bold step in his relationship with Silver.The concert had been a resounding success, with the band's electrifying performance leaving the audience in awe and the band members riding high on the adrenaline rush of a job well done. As the crowd dispersed and the band members began to unwind, Bon knew that this was the perfect moment to propose to the love of his life after the concert.
Silver Smith, a talented jewelry designer and a free-spirited woman, had been by Bon's side for several years, supporting him through the highs and lows of his rock and roll lifestyle. Their love story was one of passion, understanding, and mutual respect, and Bon knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
As the night wears on, Bon gently takes Silvers hand and says "Silver I need to take you somewhere"., they are surrounded by the remnants of the concert's aftermath. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, but Bon's heart was filled with nothing but love and determination.
He takes Silver into the car "Honey I need to take you somewhere.This is going to be the happiest night of your life".Silver responds with "Bon what is this what are you doing.Where are you taking me?."Bon your scaring me" Silver starts to protest and tries to run out feeling scared and nervous.Bon gently reassures her and he drags Silver back into his 1960s black mustang and he drives her to a field with her favorite flowers white roses.With a nervous smile, Bon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, velvet-covered box. He opens the box and its one of Silvers favorite jewel a yellow diamond ring Silver's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening. Bon, his voice trembling with emotion, began to speak.
'Silver, you've been my rock, my muse, my best friend and my rock and roll lady. You've stood by me through thick and thin, and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'
Tears welled up in Silver's eyes as she gazed at the man she loved so deeply. She knew that Bon was a wild, unpredictable soul, but she also knew that he was a man of integrity, loyalty, and unwavering devotion.
With a smile that lit up the room, Silver replied, 'Yes, Bon, I will marry you.'
Their engagement was a testament to the power of love, even in the midst of a chaotic and tumultuous lifestyle. Bon and Silver's love story would continue to inspire and captivate fans for years to come, as they navigated the ups and downs of life together, always supporting each other through the good times and the bad.
In the end, Bon Scott's proposal after an AC/DC concert serves as a poignant reminder that even amidst the chaos and excitement of the rock and roll world, true love can still find a way to shine through.
♰ a/n yo FUCK this guy…. no really…. can we fuck this guy?
♰ warnings pegging, dom!fem!reader, sub!light, dubious consent kind of? but not really, manipulation, Light is very evil, NOT PROOFREAD
summary ♰ “If I let y/n peg me, will they be able to deduce I am Kira?”
Things have escalated quickly for Light.
He was bent over on the bed, bracing for impact as you roughly pulled down his pants. Light grimaced, glancing at the lube on the table. At some point, he had made a crucial error. He thought back momentarily, deciding whether or not this was in fact necessary.
It started when with the task force evaluating the psychology behind Kira. Patterns in his behavior, indications of a god complex, an overall need for control. Really, things any moron could have picked out.
You were on the task force too. In fact, Light had been seeing you for a brief period of time, as he believed it would be of use to him to keep you on a short leash, less you find out anything too incriminating. At the very least, you two were more than familiar.
Naturally, his ears perked up when he heard your theory about Kira falling into some kind of category of toxic masculinity. He shook his head but you insisted.
“No, listen. There’s obviously clear need for power, and a desire to win, as L stated. But it’s done in such a way it’s almost expected. He gets insulted when L figures something out, threatened,” that made Light frown. “There’s insecurity there. I think whoever we’re looking for is some kind of golden boy who’s used to getting what he wants out of privilege. He’s probably protective of his masculinity because of it.”
That wasn’t good. And when you posted your theory of the second Kira being a woman Light began to sweat.
Your flamboyant ideas didn’t stop there. Upon seeing each other that night, you had suggested something Light wanted to gag at.
“…I don’t know about that. We’ve only had sex a couple times, I’m not entirely sure if i’m there yet,” His voice was level, and almost preachily polite although his insides curdled with disgust.
“Oh, come on,” You push. You were always so damn pushy. “It’s totally normal. I mean— mens g-spot is their prostate, anyways. I really think the only reason it’s not more normalized is because of the world’s weird obsession with gender roles and,” you glanced up at him, “maintaining masculinity.”
A jolt through Lights spine. Clearly a hint. Was it a test? If he said no, because of some insecurity Light definitely didn’t have, would you assume he was Kira? No, that’s crazy. You can’t back that up just because he doesn’t want to get pegged, that’d hardly be a case. However, he already fits the other criteria you listed earlier, and you’re on Misa’s trail too. If he possibly relinquished control for one night… and intimacy like that always builds trust…
You were watching him.
His eyes narrow, before continuing with appearances. “You know what, sure. I really like you, and i’m prepared to try new things for someone I care about.”
Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit. Everything you were doing to Light right now was making him squirm with hate. He felt absolutely cheated. How dare you make him surrender like this, how dare you—
“You okay down there, Light?” You were above him, hands roaming on top of his naked body. You looked like a predator.
“I’m just,” he could barely keep his teeth from grinding, “I guess, I’m just a little bit nervous.”
You nipped at his neck, hands ghosting over his hole. He sucked in a breath. You growled, low, “Is that right?”
What was that supposed to mean? Light didn’t have time to think about that as you slipped your first lubricated finger into him. He gripped onto you on instinct, gasping softly.
“W-were you even going to warn me?” It came out a bark. Yikes, aggravated isn’t a good look. He couldn’t help it, it was surprising.
You shushed him slowly, adding another finger, and scissoring them inside him. Light shuddered, the feeling was new.
“Let’s not get an attitude, baby.” And scarily, chillingly, as if you read his mind, you cooed, “Thats not a good look.”
Light choked, “Whats that’s supposed to— Ah!”
You had hit a spot that sent a shock wave of pleasure throughout him. He whimpered, looking up at you with a gasp caught in his throat. To his dismay, you hit it again. And it felt even better.
“Oh god—“ His breathing got heavy, “That was…”
“New?” You don’t give him time to respond before working your fingers in him faster. It goes on like that for a few minutes, which isn’t nearly long enough, before you remove your fingers.
Light instinctively looked angry as the loss of attention, and he gazed up at you with confusion. “Why the hell did you stop?”
His hand came up to his mouth to stop himself, he’s loosing control… that isn’t good. This was a bad idea. He isn’t enjoying it, he can’t be… And yet he’s so hard he’s dizzy just sitting up.
Either way, he doesn’t have much more time to think before he’s suddenly flipped over, ass connected to your strap like a puzzle piece.
He cries out, gripping the sheets with an idiotic feeling of relief. ‘Thank god, she’s fucking me again’ a part of him thinks. His fists grab the sheets around him as he sneers at the thought.
Your thrusts are hard, and it becomes apparent to you Light is desperately trying to bite his moans back. You laugh.
This upsets him. “Whats— hah— whats funny?” He demands, with impressive bite between moans.
You wait a beat. Too long. Anticipation, Light numbly thinks. You are such a bitch.
Pushing his head further into the pillow, you continue to snicker, “You are such a fucking slut.”
He whines, and you continue to drill into him brutally. “I know you’ve never been fucked like this before. Surely you’ve had sex, such a charming boy,” You were teasing, Light tried to be mad. “But none of your bimbos had you like this; ass up fucking yourself into a woman’s strap, trying to pretend you don’t like it. But your grasp just wont stop slipping, right?”
You knew something, you knew too much. A small strike of panic swelled in Lights chest before dissolving into adrenaline. That’s the only reason he was enjoying this, right? The adrenaline? God, he couldn’t focus his mind.
He whined desperately, “Shut up! Ah-hah—“ What was he doing? He couldn’t think of a response, what was correct? He couldn’t tell. Damn you. “I—I can’t—“
“Aw, poor baby,” you slam against his prostate, and grip his hair back. “You can’t what? Hide how pathetic you really are?”
Light could have came right there. His back was so arched he felt he could break in half, and tears dabbed at the ends of his eyes. Humiliated at his enjoyment, he cried out with a girlish moan, “Guh—Go to hell!”
You stopped moving, “Oh?”
To Lights absolute horror, you pull out. “No!” He cried, turning himself over, scattering like terrified animal.
You shoved him back down, “That is not how we talk to someone being nice to you.”
He could kick you. He could claw your eyes out. He could write your name down. He could —
You were smiling, and Light realized how absolutely ruined he looked. He was breathing heavily, propped himself up in bed as sweaty hair cling to his forehead. And… oh god.
His mouth curled back into a deep frown, and he sniffed violently, spit connecting his top and bottom lips as he opened his mouth to choke out a sob.
“Oh, my god.” You say, awed, “Are you really crying because you’re not getting what you want?”
His dick was so hard it ached deeply, pink and leaking. He felt empty, he needed you back inside him, he wouldn’t be able to breathe until you filled him up again. “I— Ungh— Please—“
“That’s a start. What else?”
He sobbed, hiccuping as he pawed at his untouched dick, “I’m sorry— I’m sorry— I need to feel you— I need—“
You shoved your plastic dick inside him again, cradling his face gently, “Oh my baby, thats my good boy. Are you going to behave yourself now?”
He was on his back, legs resting over your shoulders, hands helplessly over his head as he stupidly submitted to you. He didn’t care anymore, he needed to feel it again. Feel you again.
He nodded, gasping and wrenching for air in between moans, “Uh-huh— nngh— Yes! I will, d-don’t stop—“
“Awe, it’s nice being a sweet boy, isn’t it?” He moaned welty, nodding as he arched up into you. “Wish you were more often?”
He could barely hear what you were saying, he could only see your foggy face above him as your hand came down to stroke his cock. He wailed, guttural and uncontrolled.
You leaned closer, and he thought for a moment you were going to bend him completely in half. He wanted you too, he needed it.
All of his senses were flooded with pleasure, and he couldn’t bite his tongue anymore, crying out with pleasure constantly. “Ungh— harder- please— ‘m so close—“
You stroked him harder, looking at him with an unusually cold face. He closed his eyes, receiving your abuse with uncharacteristic openness.
“Go on baby, show me how good you feel.”
Light cries out one last time before cumming harder than ever before. His vision went completely black, his legs shook with violence, and he fell back onto the bed with force.
You cradle him in your arms, shushing him as he comes down from his high. Brushing his hair back from his face as he whimpers softly against your chest, the man before you is completely stripped.
He is not performing, although he is not himself. There is no evil in the exhausted boy sucking on your tit, but there is no good either.
And much like before the sex, you are left wondering about Lights true identity.
You were lying on your stomach reading your novel as you felt Light's hands groping your ass. You were a little jumpy at first, but you calmed down. You had already gotten used to Light doing such things, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he continued. The only thing that mattered to you was how you would react.
The book was quite interesting, so you couldn’t put it down. However, Light wasn’t making things easier for you. You were trying to concentrate on the book, but the way he was groping your ass was making your mind go blank.
You didn’t say anything for a while until you couldn’t handle it any longer. “Light…” you started. Light stopped and looked at you. “Could you do this some other time? I’m trying to read my book.” Light sighed and moved his hands away. You were relieved that he listened to you. It was hard to focus on your book when his hands were all over you.
Soon, you felt him slip off your pj shorts, leaving you naked from the waist down. You didn’t like this and frowned. “Light, what are you doing?” He didn’t respond to your question and started rubbing his hands all over your ass again. You started to get a little annoyed. “I already told you that I was trying to read. You should be helping me out.”
Light sighed again but continued to caress your ass. He loved the way you were reacting. He was having so much fun teasing you like this. You tried to ignore him again and focus on your book, but it was becoming more and more difficult to do so.
Light then started to kiss your ass cheeks, first one cheek and then the other. His kisses were soft, and you could feel his lips against your skin. He sat up and started to undo his own pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He took his dick out and started to stroke it, thinking about how hot your ass looked. You were so beautiful, and he loved every inch of you.
He spread your ass open and pressed his cock against your tight little hole. He rubbed the tip up and down, teasing you. You felt his cock rubbing against your hole, and you started to feel a little scared. You were afraid that Light would put his cock inside you without warning. He kept rubbing his cock against your ass, and you felt so exposed. You wished he would just get on with it instead of teasing you for so long.
Finally, Light pushed his cock inside your ass slowly, but that didn't stop the pain. You had to put down your book. You wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come out. You were scared of what he might do if you said anything.
Light started to thrust in and out of your ass, slowly at first and then faster. He grabbed your hips and started to pump in and out, his cock going in and out of your tight hole. You couldn't stop yourself from crying out in pain.
He didn't seem to hear your cries and just kept thrusting his cock in and out of your asshole. You were feeling overwhelmed by the sensations, and you couldn't think straight. Light kept going, thrusting in and out of you. His breathing was heavy as he continued to fuck your ass.
The pain was too much for you, but you knew better than to say anything. You were Light's toy, and he could do whatever he wanted to you. You knew that protesting would only make him angrier. So you kept quiet and took it, knowing that it was better to just let him have his way.
The way he was fucking you made you braindead, all you could do was moan as he used your ass. Light was enjoying himself immensely. He was thrusting hard and fast, and you knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.
You were trying your best to keep quiet, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. The pain was becoming unbearable, and you didn't know how much longer you could endure it. You just wanted him to finish so that the pain would stop.
Light's thrusts were getting faster and faster, and you knew that he was close. You just hoped that he would finish soon. You wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. Finally, Light came deep inside your ass. His cock was still inside you as he came, and you felt his cum filling your ass.
Light finally pulled out, and you collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and in pain. Your ass was sore and aching. You hoped that this wouldn't happen again. You didn't know if you could handle it a second time.
Light laid down next to you and put his arms around you. He pulled you close to him and kissed your forehead. "You did good," he whispered. You nodded, not knowing what to say. You were still in pain and couldn't think straight. He kissed you again and then fell asleep, holding you tightly in his arms.
You laid there next to him, trying to ignore the pain in your ass.
I felt I had to share one of my favourite parts at the end of Jojo Part 3 and that is DIO just casually asking some woman to go fetch his leg like it’s the most natural request ever.
I rarely love a villain as much as I love DIO, he’s delightfully over the top while still being scary as all hell when he needs to be.
IF YOU’RE NOT EXPERIENCING PERIOD CRAMPS RIGHT NOW PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THAT MERCY YOU’VE BEEN GIVEN. APPRECIATE THE AMOUNT OF PAIN THAT YOU COULD BE IN RIGHT NOW, BUT AREN’T. THANK YOUR GOD, THANK YOUR HIGHER POWER, THANK YOUR COUSIN. A TIME OF NO CRAMPS IS A TIME TO REJOICE AND I BEG YOU TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT WHILE YOU CAN
A/N: Okay, so I wanna be a bit more active here and also polish my smut skills. I offer you this small headcanon set.
WARNINGS: 18+ | MDNI | NSFW | oral (female reader in the receiving end) | Wammy guys are mid to late twenties
L would take his sweet fucking time. He teases your inner thighs, dragging his tongue softly across your skin while keeping you spread wide open with his hands
He sucks more than he bites
This man loves dragging his tongue in long, slow stripes up and down your slit
INSANELY INTENSE EYE CONTACT
He takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours while he eats you out
Humps against the bed because at some point he just can’t hold back anymore
Can actually come just from eating you out
BB is a sloppy eater
He fucks your cunt with his tongue, then switches to circling your clit like he is starved
Loves it when he’s made you come, and your slick is all over his lips and chin
Tortures you with overstimulation
You look so beautiful, squirming and whimpering for him. He pins you down by your wrists and holds you there
SUPER VOCAL
moans and groans like he’s enjoying himself way too much.
Leave him alone, okay? He’s in heaven.
Mello teases you over your underwear before he even gets to the real thing.
He nibbles and bites your lower abdomen and inner thighs, loving how you whimper and get right on the very edge of begging before he gives you anything else.
His finger-tongue combo is FIRE.
He’ll softly suck your clit while fingerfucking you, pressing that sweet spot that has you high in no time.
Loves edging you
He could do it for hours.
Mello dirty talks between pauses.
Lots of praise-degradation.
Pins your wrists to the bed, and as you get closer to your peak, his hands slide to lace his fingers with yours as you
Matt. How do I even begin to explain Matt?
This guy could stay down there until his jaw locks, and he’d thank you.
He straight-up asks you to sit on his face
That’s his favorite way to eat you out
He goes feral when you grind on him.
He’d eat your ass too if you let him.
And no, he doesn’t need to breathe, so don’t worry about him!
Warnings: Use of pussy/cunt/breast, gender-neutral reader, all characters are 18 and older! I did not proofread because its late, so I apologize for any mistakes.
BRUNO
His hands slide up to your breasts, where he teasingly plays with your pebbled nipples, kissing your jaw and pecking you lips for short kisses, leaving you pouty and adorable. He finally leans in for a fiery kiss, his blue eyes darkened with lustful intent, and he pushes you to lay down completely on the bed, your hand tangling into his silky black hair.
Going in raw isn't new, but this time, it feels different, more pleasurable. This time, he doesn't need to be careful. You're already clenching in excitement and Bruno is a master at revving you up, his long and slender fingers reaching deeper than your own, but nothing compares to his cock.
It never takes long to bring you to the edge when Bruno warms you up so good. A low groan kisses your ears and Bruno moves to lay completely on top of you, wanting to be as close to you as possible as you both reach bliss together. His hips move like a machine when there's a small stutter in his tempo, a strong twitch in his cock, followed by slow and deep thrusts. Moaning through clenched teeth, he leans in close to your lips before connecting them with tender affection.
ABBACCHIO
"Mm, fuck, Leone!" You moan out as the tall goth has you pulled against his chest, one arm wrapped around your middle, one hand on your breast, and the other braced against the bed, leaning you forward slightly to hit that little bundle of nerves just right.
He moans with you, the deep baritone sending pleasure furling in your pussy. His head rests on your shoulder, and his eyes cast a downward glance, watching your breast move with his thrusts. "You look so good right now." He breathes out, giving you goosebumps. He turns and lays a kiss upon your neck as your head tilts upwards.
Feeling you tighten, he holds you closer. "Gonna cum for me?" You can't see his face but you can hear the smirk. "Want me to cum inside of you, carina?" You nod frantically, at a loss for words, and his thrusts become stronger and quicker. "Gonna cum inside you!" He quickly shifts his grip, holding you close to his chest as his hips finish you both off, your mind fuzzy at the warm feeling of his cum shooting into your pussy.
MISTA
"Fuck, I love seeing you on top of me," Mista groans, his hands rapaciously kneading your breasts as you grind down onto his pelvis. His cock is fully sheathed inside of you and your clit rubs against his hard abdomen. "Feels so good, being inside you." He lets his head tilt back and you gently rake your nails down his chest, leaving light scratches.
"Guido!" You moan out, feeling ready to go over the edge. Every vein on his cock is enough to make you weak. Feeling the constant throbbing, you know he's close. "Want you... want you to cum inside of me! Fill me up!" You're bouncing on him now, eager to feel that knot in your belly erupt.
Planting his feet on the bed, he matches your bounces and rhythm, hands shifting from your breasts to your hips. He's noisy as he closes in on his release, you yourself are no better. Mista pants out words of encouragement and praise before you both lament, Mista slamming upward into your pulsing pussy, rubbing small circles on your hips as you milk him for all he's worth.
NARANCIA
Narancia is glued to your body, his usually messy hair now frayed and sticking to his forehead as he pants into the space above your head. Both his hands are gripping and twisting the bed sheets hard, struggling to keep himself together as his cock sinks into your molten pussy.
He half whines, half moans as he pulls away slightly, leaving his cock buried to the hilt. "I don't know how much longer I can last." He looks at you with purple eyes blown wide. His tone is higher pitch, one of his many telltale signs he's ready to cum. He brings himself to his knees and pulls your hips flush against his own, both your legs spread out on either side of him.
"Nara!" You reach for him, inadvertently pushing your breasts together and offering him an irresistible view, sending your raven-haired boyfriend over the edge. His thrusts turn to slams as he loses himself, hard cock twitching and pulsing, his hands finding purchase on your thighs and hips, sure to leave bruises to be admired later.
FUGO
"Holy shit!" Fugo grunts, feeling every inch of your cunt along his cock. One hand by your head, fisting the pillow, and the other running along your side to ground himself. "You feel... so good." He has to take a moment, not wanting to ruin this moment.
When he gets his bearings, he sets a hard pace. He starts up a consistent tempo, satisfying you both. He keeps himself deep as much as possible, every so often he'll keep his hips flush against yours for a split moment, to savor you and vice versa. Your arms wrap around his neck and your leg wraps around his waist, unable to get enough of him.
The feeling of being bare is intense for the both of you and doesn't take much before you're both at the edge, ready to tumble into the abyss of pleasure. Despite his rough pace, Fugo suddenly leans in for a hard kiss, his tongue pressing forth. The twitching of his cock intensifies as you reciprocate, tongues gliding against one another. He moans into your mouth, your pussy sucking in every last drop.
GIORNO
"So beautiful, so divine," Giorno murmurs into your ear as he bottoms out inside of you. You clutch at his pale shoulders as he shifts into position, laying tender kisses along your neck. You murmur his name into his shoulder and he begins a gentle rhythm, wanting to savor every moment of this first-time experience.
"F-feels good," you whimper out, feeling everything Giorno is without a barrier. He helps you wrap your legs around him before bracing his hands against your sides, his hand occasionally reaching up to knead your breast lightly. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you are beneath him.
You hands are tangled in his hair by the time you're ready to release, his braid undone and light scratch marks little down his back. Your hips canter upwards to meet his thrusts, silently telling him to pick up the pace. You both ride out on each other as bliss takes over the both of you. Giorno lets out sweet, soft moans as you stretch out beneath him, gripping his forearms and riding to cloud nine as he peppers your neck with kisses and hug you with sweet words.
hallo……. might be a freak for this buuut can i ask for some nsfw with the jofoe stands? im sorry if i need to be more specific!!
and can i be 🚨 anon??!
Seven Minutes In Heaven - JoFoe Stands x Fem!Reader
A/N - Ohhhhh 🚨 anon, my sweet little 🚨 anon... you have no idea how LONG I've been waiting for someone to request this one oh boy... I don't think yall are ready... Don't look at that word count I WAS TRYING TO NOT GO OVERBOARD oopsies. Thank you so much for the request heheheh! I hope you enjoy it <33
Also just in case people don't know I always write stands as if they're kinda a separate thing from the user, yes they follow what they want but they're sentient... hehe
Warning - Biting (feeding on DIO's) + Just Pucci as a whole being a priest... we blur the vow of celibacy idc...
Characters - DIO, Kira, Diavolo, Pucci
♡ Smut ♡
Word Count - 5700... you looked :(
.MINORS DNI.
DIO -
Dio is powerful, such godlike strength held calmly in his sharp fangs and clawed fingers.
No one expects him to be gentle.
They think that he isn’t capable of being soft.
You thought the same thing at the beginning while you worked for him.
Until he sank into you for the first time, loving praises with a careful roll of his hips. He knows the damage he could cause if he’s too rough with you, hands gentle on your waist as he drags you over the edge with pretty moans on your lips.
The World however, does not love gently.
Dio watches you with amusement, head resting on his hand as his stand loomed over you, your eyes staring up at him with adoration, legs spread as he stood between your thighs, face as uncaring as it usually is.
“Please?”
It’s barely a whisper from your parted lips as his fingers thrust inside of you slowly, not speeding up even when you beg, your head turning to Dio to look to him for him to make his stand stop teasing you so sweetly.
The World frowns the second your eyes move, hand grabbing your jaw to make you look back at him, grip almost tender as he forces your eyes back onto him.
“Interesting.”
Dio’s voice makes you whine as his stand keeps the same pace as it has for the last 10 minutes, not bringing you close to the edge but just toying with you like you’re his prey.
He’s enjoying it.
“You have a question. Ask it.”
You hate that he can always tell, your eyes staying fixed on the stand as you swallow weakly, a moan on your lips as you blush before you even ask.
“Does he have…”
You don’t finish the sentence before Dio laughs, it's not cold, nor is it cruel.
It's amused.
“You’re asking if he can fuck you, my love?”
“Does he want to?”
He doesn’t answer you, not with words anyway, a pleased hum on his lips as The World takes his fingers out of you and presses them against your lips.
You open your mouth immediately, keeping eye contact with him as you suck on his fingers with a faint moan. With your mouth closed around him your moan catches in your throat, the tip of his cock slipping into your soaked entrance making you jerk in shock.
Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you, softly humming around his fingers when he bottoms out, making sure he isn’t hurting you even after having his thick fingers inside you.
Even if Dio isn’t controlling him he holds the same love and care for you, he doesn’t want to hurt you, you’re the only one that gets them as soft as this.
The World watches you just as cold as ever as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, holding your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he leans over you, its almost intimate how close he is to you before he fucks you, not kissing you, just watching you.
Loving.
Until it isn’t.
His thrusts rip the air from your lungs, one hand on your jaw so your head doesn’t fall back as he drives his cock deep into you, hard fast strokes inside you that leave you a moaning mess under him.
“Does it feel good, hmm?
Dio’s voice is mocking as he sits next to you on the bed, watching his stand dragging you violently towards your orgasm, its hand tightening where it cups your face so you can't look at his user.
“Yes… So good.”
“Do you want to cum?”
Your moaning peaks as Dio rakes his nails through your hair, tugging lightly as his stand lets go, making you look at him instead.
“Answer.”
“Please… Let me cum, so close.” The grin on his lips is almost sadistic, fangs sharp and eyes cruel as he leans close to you, mouth pressed to your skin as he kisses your throat, teeth grazing gently with a hum.
“I’m not the one to ask, my love.”
His fingers let go of your hair as he moves away just slightly, watching you look teary eyed up at the stand above you, your words catching in your throat when he pulls you closer, cock pressing deeper into you with every thrust.
“Please…”
It’s a pathetic beg as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, broken whines slipping from your lips loudly in the dim room, you don’t care that the others in the mansion can hear the sobbing moans while you get pounded into the soft covers.
His eyes don’t leave you, he doesn’t nod, doesn’t speak.
Just silently pushes your shoulder so you’re flat against the bed, his fingers wrapping around your thigh with a squeeze as his thrusts hit harder.
Your eyes roll back in your head when you feel Dio’s mouth against your neck, sharp fangs piercing your skin as you cum hard around his stand with a shattered cry, twitching as he doesn’t slow down in the slightest.
The drag of his cock makes you see stars in your vision, walls trembling around him as your orgasm is dragged through you. Desperate moans on your lips as your fingers curl into Dio’s hair making him groan, his hips stuttering as he grinds softly against the mattress, tongue gentle as licks at the blood on your throat.
A broken hiss on his lips as he comes untouched, all while he can feel the tight clench of you around his stand, mouth moving from your neck as The World overstimulates the both of you with soft gasps as his lips meet yours.
The kiss is soft and needy even while the throb of the length inside of you makes you sob into his mouth, you can taste your own blood on his tongue making you clench softly around his stand.
Pathetic pants on your lips when he finally stills inside you, his fingers gentle as they rub against where he held your hips so tightly.
Your body drops limp against the bed when Dio breaks the kiss, watching you with gentle eyes as you catch your breath in a blissful daze.
“Does that answer your question, my love?”
Kira -
You can tell he’s annoyed long before he says that he is, eyes narrowed slightly as he types at his laptop, answering another email with a shake of his head.
“Would you like a cup of tea, love?”
His eyes soften as soon as they raise to you, a gentle sigh on his lips as he relaxes, moving the laptop off of his lap to stand and pull you close to him.
“Morning, darling. I would love that, do you need help?”
“Good morning… No it’s okay, are they still demanding you to come in on your day off?”
There's a soft huff on his lips as he presses his face into your throat with a hum, fingers gentle against your back while he holds you.
“They sent more clients to me out of nowhere, so now I have to answer dozens of emails. Nothing to worry about, darling.”
His voice is doing nothing to ease the ache in your stomach, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh as you press your thighs together before parting with a gentle kiss to his lips, heading into the kitchen to make him tea.
You don’t want to bother him while he’s working but your breathing still catches in your throat while you watch him type another email, so serious as he stares down at the screen.
You can feel how soaked you are as you turn away with a deep breath.
He’s working.
When you slip back into the room with his tea you notice Killer Queen is sitting patiently on the couch across from Kira, you place the cup gently on the table next to him with a tilt of your head.
He meets your eyes with a knowing look, lips twitching into a small smirk as he glances to his stand and then back to you.
“You don’t think I notice when you’re turned on, darling?”
“Oh…It’s okay, you’re working.”
“Use my stand, I'm still working. What kind of a husband would I be if I didn't help you, hmm?”
You hesitate with a surprised look on your face, his smile widening when you jump, feeling Queens hands rest on your waist and pull you back towards the couch.
“But you’ll feel it…”
“Is that a bad thing?”
You don't get to answer as Queen sits, fingers against yours as he pulls you lightly, wanting you to straddle him, a tilt of his head when you glance back to Kira.
“Take your pants off, darling.”
Shit.
He’s being serious…
Your hands slip to your pants as you push them down, soft fabric pooling on the floor as you step out of them, debating if you should take your underwear off.
Queen makes the decision for you, his fingers curling under the hem and pulling them down for you, letting them fall to the floor as you straddle his lap with a blush on your cheeks.
You feel suddenly shy pressed against his stand while its ominous eyes stare down at you, a swallow when you look away embarrassed, his hands find your waist almost impatiently as he pulls you down against him.
You’re really glad he removed his belt before he let you press yourself down on him.
A shuddered gasp leaving your lips as you start to grind your hips down, the friction feels perfect against your sensitive clit every time you rub up against the leather.
You don’t need to look at Kira to know he isn’t working, the typing stopped as soon as he felt how soaked you were as you rock your hips into his stand.
You can’t help your head falling back as you chase your own pleasure, Queen pulling your hips down just slightly with every rock dragging moans from your lips.
“Ride him.”
“...What?”
You glance at him confused, brows furrowed as Queen keeps dragging your hips against him, a whine leaving your mouth when you meet Kira’s gaze.
The grin on his face widens as your hips still against his stand, Queen nudging you up slightly so he could reach down between you, pulling out his erection as you watch with wide eyes.
“Did you not notice?”
“I never paid attention…”
“Ride him.”
Your eyes stay on Queen's length for a beat too long as he begins to get impatient, fingers twitching on your waist as you admire him. He’s huge.
He doesn’t pull you fully onto him but he drags you down, his tip pressing against your entrance as you drip onto him.
“Take it slow, he’s a lot bigger than I am.”
“I, uh… I’m not sure if I can take him…”
“You will.”
He says it like its a fact.
That you will take it, no matter how long it takes you.
A soft exhale as you look into Queen’s eyes, nervous as you rock your hips slightly, the tip rubbing so perfectly against your clit before you pull back and drop down a little.
“Shit…”
The stretch of him is intense as you bounce slowly on his cock, taking a little more every time you sink back down with soft moans.
Kira almost wishes he hadn’t let you, his work completely forgotten about as he feels you clenching around his stand, head resting against the back of his chair at how tight you are around him.
You watch Queen in a daze as he stares at you sinking onto him, he looks almost bored while you struggle to take every inch of him.
You almost question if it even feels good for him before you get embarrassed and bury your head into the stands shoulder, the tip pressed so deep inside you when you finally take it all.
“You’re doing so good, darling.”
Kira’s voice makes you jump as you turn your head from his stand to see him, his breathing heavy as he runs a hand through his hair, you can see his erection pressed against the fabric of his pyjamas making you clench around Queen and dragging a groan from your husband.
“He looks bored… Doesn’t it feel good?”
Kira doesn’t get a chance to say anything in response as his stand flips you, pinning you to the couch in one movement, almost annoyed you would dare to insinuate you don’t feel good around him.
“Queen. I wanted her to ride you.”
The glare he gets in response is deadly making Kira freeze at how angry his normally stoic stand looks, he doesn’t stop Queen from slipping out of you.
Just to snap his hips back against you with a soft purr when you cry out and grab his arms where they rest on either side of your head.
His thrusts aren’t fast or rough, Kira watches as he fucks you slow.
Deep.
His eyes don't leave the way your head falls back and your moans break with every time he sinks back inside of you, breath catching in your throat as the pressure builds quickly.
“Please… Love?”
For a second your husband looks confused, your fingers reaching out to him from under his stand as he walks to you, slipping his fingers into yours before you shake your head with a whine.
Just for your hand to press against his erection with a glance up at him, eyes hopeful as you pull his pants down softly.
“What do you want, darling?”
“Want you in my mouth, close… Please.”
“How could I say no when you’re asking so nicely?”
He regrets it immediately.
The feel of your tongue on him only adding to the way you clench around his stand pushing him too close too fast, fingers in your hair as he tries not to thrust into your mouth. Your pretty moans vibrating against the tip every time you bob your head and it nudges the back of your throat.
God how tempting it was to jerk his hips forward and pump his cum down your throat.
His control slips quickly as you tremble under them, Queen’s thrusts speeding up just to watch your back arch off of the couch.
“Darling let me pull out, you feel too good.”
No way were you going to let him pull out.
Before he can even attempt to move, your own stand materialises behind him, arms wrapping around him as it presses its face into his throat, nudging his hips back into you with its own.
The moan that falls from his lips is obscene, tip of his cock slipping down your throat as he thrusts gently into you, eyes watching your reaction.
He shouldn’t have looked. Eyes rolling back as you whine pathetically at the pleasure, Queen’s thrusts brutal as tears drip down your cheeks.
“Close?”
He can’t help the soft breathless laugh that slips out when you sob around him, mouth too full to answer as Queen moves its hand so he can rub your clit with a gentle hum when you immediately jerk your hips up to chase the feeling, just for him to press down hard as he drags his thumb across the sensitive bud.
You clench so hard around him that Kira almost cums first, watching you choking on his cock as your orgasm splinters in your grip, eyes falling on where Queen still rocks his hips into you.
Slower this time as you make a mess on the couch below you, soft pathetic whines muffled by the length down your throat as he tries desperately to warn you, breath shaky as he tries to pull out of your throat.
Even in your blissful haze when your legs go limp in Queens arms you refuse to let him move back, your stand activating again, rougher this time and forcing him fully down your throat.
Queen’s eyes watching his user with slow thrusts, making sure not to push you too far but chasing his own pleasure at the same time.
Kira groans out soft pleas as his control shatters, hips jerking unintentionally as he cums hard down your throat, cock throbbing as he fucks himself through it, pants being ripped from him when you keep swallowing around him.
His fingers gentle in your hair as he keeps you pressed against him until the twitching stops, realising quickly that he could hurt you as he pulls out with a hiss.
Queens hips stilling inside of you as he leans over you to nuzzle into your throat, hands gentle as he keeps you pressed close to him.
“I told you that you’d feel it…”
Diavolo -
“Beloved. Behave yourself.”
His voice sounds annoyed as you lay on his lap, his hands typing absentmindedly as he looked for something unimportant. Normal boring Mafia work. But he can’t focus when you keep gently palming him through his pants.
“If you weren’t hard I wouldn't be touching you.”
“You were touching me before that. Why do you think I'm hard in the first place?”
He doesn’t even look like he cares, eyes uninterested as he stares at the screen with an annoyed exhale at your antics.
He isn’t actually annoyed, but watching your cute little pout when he tells you off gives him so much enjoyment he can’t help himself.
“Don’t make me tell you again.”
Your fingers stop against his underwear as you undo his pants, a soft grin on your face as you look up at him. He isn’t even looking at you, eyes still set forward on whatever was so much more important than you.
“Is it important?”
“Not really, I’ll play with you soon, just let me finish this, beloved.”
A gentle huff on your lips as you lay back down, cheek pressed to his erection as you wait patiently.
You aren’t patient.
A hiss slipping from Diavolo as he glares down at you, watching in annoyance as your tongue licks the tip of his length through his underwear, a moan on your lips when you taste his precum through the fabric.
His hand grabs your hair with such softness, not wanting to hurt you but needing you to stop, a sigh as you look up at him almost sadly when he pulls you away.
“I’m working, Y/N.”
“You can’t work with your cock in my mouth?”
“Beloved.”
His tone was deadly, a warning that if you keep pushing him he won’t let you get away with it further, letting go of your hair and continuing to type on the keyboard.
Until you lean and suck his tip this time, hips jerking slightly in a pleasured shock, disbelief on his face as time shudders around you.
“I warned you.”
“Wait! No, I'm sorry!”
He’s amused by your immediate panicked back-pedalling as King Crimson throws you over his shoulder.
A little giddy squeal from you as he drops you gently on the couch away from Diavolo, you can see the grin on your boyfriends lips as he looks back to his computer.
“Behave or I’ll let him have his fun with you.”
Your eyes gaze up at Crimson as he tilts his head with a little smile, kneeling next to you as he takes your hand in his, a thumb running gently across your knuckles,
it almost made you feel bad for wanting to push him further with how cute his stand was being.
But you don’t get to push him before Crimson leans into you, lips connecting to yours as he presses your shoulder back into the cushions, a soft gasp on your lips as he keeps you underneath him.
“Didn’t I ask you to… Oh.”
Diavolo glances over his shoulder to tell you off with a smile on his lips, only to see his stand pinning you onto the couch, his hands pulling you further down so he can move to kneel between your legs.
“You’ve corrupted my stand.”
You moan softly into his mouth when he presses his hips into yours, grinding slowly on you as you break the kiss with a gasp.
“I wasn’t even doing anything this time…”
“Do you want him to stop, beloved?”
Your eyes meet Diavolo’s as he turns to watch you fully, grinning when you shake your head with a sweet smile.
“Then I’ll let him have his fun, shall I?”
You try to open your mouth to reply, a soft tease of that he’ll get distracted, only to yelp when Crimson leans down to bite your shoulder, not enough to bleed but you feel the ache in your stomach at the gentle pain licking at you. His hips still rocking into you while he kisses down your throat.
You’re suddenly hyper aware of how little clothing you’re wearing, only bothering to put on a loose shirt and underwear this morning.
King Crimson notices at the same time you do with a grin against your neck, hand slipping into your underwear with a pleased hum at how wet you already are and a soft nip to your pulse point when he sinks his fingers into you.
Your eyes widen in shock, glancing at Diavolo with a shaky moan, he looks just as surprised as you that his stand has its fingers buried in you, gentle thrusts making you pant underneath him while he sucks love bites into your skin.
Diavolo looks ecstatic.
He has no intention of stopping him.
The way he’s touching you is akin to worship, lips pressed to your throat while he lets you grind down onto his fingers, he can feel the soft trembling in your body as you chase your orgasm, the way your hips start to speed up with breathy whines.
He waits til the second you’re on the edge, a twitch of his lips as you push yourself down on his hand as your walls flutter around him.
And time shatters with you.
It shudders inside of you as he completely erases your orgasm with a grin, your chest is heaving softly with a complaint on your lips already.
"Hey! Why did you do that? That’s so mean…”
You hear Diavolo’s amused laugh from his seat, watching as his stand starts moving his fingers inside of you again, thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles to get you close as fast as he can.
The pleasure masking the overstimulation as you fall apart in his hands, shaky moans slipping from your lips as your head falls back.
Hips unintentionally rolling against his hand right when you get close with a broken cry right as you’re about to cum.
And time skips again.
Just to be dragged to the floor below King Crimson before you can complain, fingers pulling out before he sinks his cock into your trembling walls, head falling to your throat as he bites softly at your skin as you gasp for breath.
“Now that’s interesting.”
“Shut… Up.”
“Do it again, Crimson. For as long as she complains.”
The grin on his stands lips makes your heart rate pick up, fear crawling in your veins that you might never get to actually cum with him being so cruel.
The thought doesn’t last long when he starts thrusting into you, cock dragging so perfectly against your overstimulated walls, so wet that you can feel it dripping down onto the floor.
“Please… Crimson... Don't stop.”
Your soft begging comes out in broken moans as he leans further over you, pulling your leg up against his waist, lips pressing against your own as he thrusts harder, tip pressing against your cervix with every thrust.
His length fills you so perfectly as you moan pathetically into his mouth, until he pulls out completely, hands on your waist as he makes you get on your knees.
“Shit…”
Diavolo’s voice was ragged, you can’t even see him to know he’s close as well, watching the way his stand bends you over and sinks his cock back into you.
His eyes don’t leave you as he watches where you meet, staring at the way you drip onto the carpet and all over Crimson’s thighs with every thrust.
Fuck he can feel it.
His breathing heavy as he feels your trembling around his stand, fingers stroking himself through the fabric, he’s closer than you are.
“Diavolo… Please.”
Its a broken sob into the plush carpet as you beg him not to skip your orgasm again, he can see the way your body shakes below his stand, its hand against your back to keep you arched so perfectly for him as he fucks you into the floor.
He wants to reply, to give you a snippy little answer that you should have thought about that before teasing him.
Until you cum.
And Crimson chooses to let you, sobbing moans ripping from you as he speeds up, leaning forward to bite your shoulder hard as you clench around him, a muffled scream tearing from your throat as his stand covers your mouth.
A small kindness in between the brutal snap of his hips, the last thing any of you want is for someone to think you’re being murdered.
With how desperate your cries are it’s close, body limp as Crimson strokes your clit when his thrusts slow, lips soft against your back in adoration, like he’s praising you for taking it.
Diavolo’s hand wraps fully around his length as he sits right against the edge, his name sweet from your lips right as he’s about to cum.
And time skips.
Pucci -
He couldn’t help the trail of his eyes across your figure standing in the kitchen, apron wrapped tight around your waist, wearing nothing but your underwear.
You were tempting him, not intentionally, or perhaps you were.
Humming softly as you walk around the kitchen while you bake something in the oven, something sweet it smells like, a deep breath catching in his throat as he looks away from you.
“Y/N, my dear?”
You jump slightly when you hear his voice, turning with a smile as you place down the pan and dart over to your boyfriend to wrap your arms around his neck with a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I’ve missed you… You’ve been gone so long.”
The soft pout on your lips making him laugh lightly, it’s only been a few days.
But he missed you too, curling his arms around you and pulling you snug against him. Just to stiffen slightly when he feels your breasts pressing against him, soft and warm as you hum in his ear sweetly with a kiss to his cheek.
Fate is cruel.
A tender kiss pressed to your forehead as he lets you go back to the kitchen, incredibly flustered at how close you were pressed against him and insanely glad you don’t notice how hard he is already in his pants.
A gentle call over his shoulder that he’s going to take a shower before he heads quickly into the bedroom. This is going to be a long night if you don’t put some clothes on.
The shower was not nearly as relaxing as he wanted it to be, thoughts drifting back to you as his hand rests against the tile, fingers twitching as he debates just dealing with it, a huff on his lips as he gets out anyway and heads to his room.
Somehow harder than he started.
His eyes flutter shut when he feels you pressing up against him, more specifically, you pressing up against Whitesnake.
The smell of your perfume makes his problem worse as he lays down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if he could will it away, it almost works. Deep grounding breathing as he calms himself, hands resting on his stomach as he relaxes completely.
Until a soft groan slips from his lips when he feels you press faintly against his erection, eyes wide as he throws a shirt on and slips from the room.
You’re in the kitchen still softly humming, Whitesnake pressed against your back as he pushes you softly into the counter, you don’t even realise what he’s actually doing.
So used to getting affection from him whenever he’s out that you don't notice the light roll of his hips pressed against your ass.
“Whitesnake. Stop it…”
You jump surprised at hearing Pucci’s voice, annoyance lacing his tone, confusion flickering on your face as you try to turn.
Try.
Just for Whitesnake to tighten his arms around you with a breathy groan, pushing your hips further against the counter as he rocks into your ass, soft panted breathing in your ear as he presses his head against your throat.
“Uh… Pucci?”
“I’m sorry, my dear. It’s my fault…”
He gasps softly as he tries to pull Whitesnake back into himself, every nerve in his body on fire with how good it feels, hand resting on the counter as he tries to focus on anything but you.
“You don’t have to.”
“Please don’t tempt me…Y/N”
Your name falls from his lips as a groan rather than a warning, Whitesnake nudging your legs apart to roll his hips into you better.
Sharp teeth biting into your lip as you try not to moan at the friction, not wanting to make it harder for Pucci to control himself.
His lips press against your neck while he unties the apron with quick hands, fingers slipping into your underwear as you gasp out softly when he starts rubbing your clit with every roll of his hips.
The soft groaning in your ear makes you even wetter as Pucci watches, at war with himself over even putting his stand away when he has you moaning so beautifully against the worktop.
And then it's gone as fast as it started, Whitesnake pulling back as he looked down as you turned to face him before dropping to his knees and gazing up at you, almost asking for permission.
Your eyes find Pucci’s as he straightens up with ragged breaths, gaze dropping to his stand before looking back up to you, your pupils blown wide as the apron hangs loosely around your neck.
“Do you want this?”
He didn’t answer right away, thinking about whether he even cared that it was a sin. Even being with you was a sin, going against everything that he vowed. But your pretty eyes are tempting him more than anything,
“Pucci, it’s okay. We can stop, let’s go watch a movie?”
“Take the apron off… Please? Let me watch you.”
Your fingers hesitate as you pull the apron off, you’ve barely been undressed in front of your boyfriend and now he wants to…
Watch what exactly?
You swallow softly as you place the apron on the counter, eyes wide as you watch his gaze fall across your body, before groaning when he sees your soaked underwear, licking his lips unconsciously as he moves to sit in the chair by the kitchen island.
Whitesnake’s head turns to look at him once before pushing your hips back against the counter as he moves in between your thighs, your chest rising and falling rapidly when he slips your underwear down your legs.
“Do you want this?”
Your head raises from watching his stand to look into his eyes, a quick nod as he smiles sweetly at you. Whitesnake wasting no time to pull your leg over his shoulder as he leans forward and licks at your clit with a hum, Pucci’s eyes fluttering slightly as he tastes you on his tongue.
Whitesnake’s fingers are loving as they entwine with yours, pressing his face fully into you, his lips sucking softly against you as your head falls back with a whine.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Your head drops back to look at him right as Whitesnake slides his fingers inside of you, a whimper on your lips as you watch Pucci press his palm against his cock through his pants, his eyes lidded and mouth open in soft gasps as he watches you softly fall apart on his stands fingers.
“Pucci… You can touch me…”
“Please, let me watch you like this first.”
Whitesnake’s fingers thrust a little faster when your hand falls to his head, palm curling around his crown as you pull him closer, your moans getting louder while he drags you closer to the edge.
A soft groan falls from Pucci’s lips when he wraps his hand around himself, his eyes refusing to drop from you.
“Can you… I want to taste you when you finish.”
“Are you… Fuck don’t…”
Your attempt at questioning cuts off with a broken moan when Whitesnake curls his fingers inside of you as he sucks hard on your clit.
A small whine falling from your lips as you try to push him away, an almost growl in his throat as he drops your hand and grips your waist, pulling you down to grind on his tongue with a pleased hum.
Your eyes meet Pucci’s with a breathy moan, a plea on your lips, he can’t tell if you want him to stop or let you cum with how teary your eyes are as his stand devours you.
“Pucci, I can’t… so close.”
His hand speeds up as his cock twitches in his grip, pleasure overwhelming as he watches you roll your hips against his stands mouth with a pathetic moan.
“With me? Please.”
The pure desperation in his voice making you cum on Whitesnakes fingers, eyes rolling back as he sucks hard on your sensitive clit, a breathy moan falling from you as you try to keep your eyes focused on Pucci in front of you.
His hips jerking weakly into his hand as he comes with a low groan, the taste of you dragging him over the edge violently. Cum slipping down his fingers as you watch every drop with excitement at the thought of slipping to your knees and lick it off of him.
Your fingers gently push Whitesnake away from your overstimulated clit, pulling away with one last soft lick as you move, Pucci panting in front of you like its the only time in his life he’s even touched himself.
It is.
He watches in mild horror when you drop to your knees in front of the chair with a sweet smile on your lips.
I only say this because he’s a rich, British gentleman in the 1800s.
This, by all means, does not mean he won’t try new things.
Wait until marriage type of guy, but of course he has his desires.
Has definitely gotten off to the thought of you, albeit shamefully.
He’s extremely gentle in bed, he knows his size and strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.
If you ever asked him to be rough/assured him it would be okay, he’d still make sure it’s what you wanted.
“Are you sure this is alright? I do not wish to hurt you.” “What if I get carried away?” “Please let me know if I go overboard.”
Jonathan is full of praises for you. Always.
“You’re doing so great.” “I love watching you take me.” “Just a little longer, hang in there my sweet.” “You can do this, you’ve been so good to me, dearest.”
If you bite him or leave a hickey, he’ll be shocked, and then even more shocked when he realizes how much he likes it.
Probably wouldn’t bite back unless you specifically wanted it.
He prefers to be on top, but if you want to be, he wouldn’t mind.
He always wants to please you before he gets any pleasure.
He’s a munch but always doubts if he’s doing it right.
Doesn’t mind being told what to do/taught.
Wants to do it on the bed every time.
Doesn’t really care if you’re on your period, mostly just the cleanup.
“My dear, it helps with cramps. But if you’re unsure, we do not have to.”
This has probably been said a lot, but he’s an aftercare god.
Would spoon you and maybe even touch you more depending on his mood.
Kinkiness rating: 3/10
Joseph Joestar
Get him on a leash yo.
Definitely a teaser, especially in public, but occasionally be prepared for nothing to happen later.
Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants to see your reactions.
If something does happen later, be prepared to be degraded slightly.
“Is this what you’ve been wanting all day?” “Impatient little bugger, you are.” “I know this is what you’ve needed.” “You feel so good when you’re needy.”
Yes, there are times he can be passionate about it, like if the day’s been rough for either one of you or maybe for the first time in a while.
“Doll.” “Pretty/handsome little thing.” “Sweetheart.”
In that case, there’s not as much teasing, or it takes a simple command for him to stop teasing.
Usually he can tell when you’re in the mood for teasing or not.
You definitely do not have to worry about being embarrassed about anything with him, he’s very naturally playful but is also full of reassurance.
If you’re on your period, he might joke about it being gross but do it anyways.
His stamina is impressive as well.
Think multiple times a day with some breaks in between.
Prefers top, but loves to watch you ride him.
Hands on your hips, guiding you to how he likes it.
If he bit you it’d be on one specific spot and would definitely leave a mark. He’d stay there as you squirm from the feeling.
Wants to be pleasured at the same time as you, maybe more.
Would probably overwork you on purpose, just to see you collapse.
If someone knocked on the door of the room you two were in, he wouldn’t stop, he’d keep going and see how much he could get away with.
If he did whimper, somehow that would sound teasing as well.
Mostly moans and groans with the occasional grunt.
Definitely one to test limits.
Loves to try new things.
Will do it just about anywhere at any time.
Aftercare is similar to Jonathan’s but with more teasing.
“Think you can handle anymore?” While he tries to work you up again.
Kinkiness rating: 9/10
Jotaro Kujo
I feel like, despite what people think, Jotaro would not be very kinky.
Top 2 vanilla Jojos
A lot of people want him to be a brat tamer, but that would just be not true.
If anything, being too defiant would turn him off, or he’d get annoyed.
Probably didn’t lose his virginity until he got married.
If we’re talking part three, he’d be inexperienced for his first time.
He’d have to be told what to do and how to do it, but don’t worry, he’s a very, very quick learner.
He learns afterwards how much he loves to watch you take all of him.
Would leave one or two bites/hickeys.
You can mark him up as much as you like as long as it’s not in an obvious spot like his neck. So, scratching his back is not off the table.
You get to see a completely new side of him when you sleep with him.
Usually, Jotaro is calm and composed, aloof, and even cold. But in bed, his emotions show a lot more.
His usual scowl? Gone.
He can even be a bit vocal.
This is the most vulnerable state Jotaro will ever be in.
He wouldn’t whimper, there would be more grunting and groaning rather than high-pitched noises.
He doesn’t really know what he likes until you do it to him.
He secretly feels proud he got to make you feel that way.
Not one for teasing, but if he did, he’d sound annoyed even if he isn’t.
“You really like that?” “Could you be any louder?” “Quit moving so much.” “It’s like you want people to hear.”
Enjoys seeing how many times he can make you finish without stopping.
Your period isn’t stopping anything, he just prefers sex when he can taste you.
After that first taste, he gets addicted. Although he’d never make it obvious.
Surprisingly good stamina that only gets better the older and more experienced he gets.
The more comfortable he gets with you the more he’ll experiment with stuff.
Probably light BDSM.
Not one for pet names but he’d probably call you beautiful or handsome once or twice.
He likes touching you in places that get the best reactions.
Trust me, he knows where all the best spots are— he’s a fast learner.
He likes being on top and in charge, but having you tell him to do something messes with him more than he’d like to admit.
Wouldn’t mind doing it somewhere that’s not the bed.
For aftercare, he likes soaking in the moment.
He’ll stay still and hold you before moving to shower and clean up.
Unless you’re already in the shower, then he’ll just sit down with you as the hot water begins to run out and go cold.
Kinkiness rating: 6/10
Josuke Higashkata
Surprisingly similar to Joseph.
Not necessarily teasing, but talkative.
Definitely into dirty talk. Both ways.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” “Guess I’ve found the spot.” “You can’t seem to get enough of me.” “Be patient, you’ll get what you want.”
A switch as well, but still talkative and smug.
Loves to have you play with his hair, only at night or in the morning before it’s styled. It shows him you love his hair and we all know he loves that.
Josuke is the brat and the brat tamer.
He feels so much pride whenever you two have sex, he loves seeing you come undone and he loves knowing he’s the one causing it.
Could watch you play with yourself for hours.
Any position. All he needs to know you’re enjoying it is your sounds.
Makes any sound known to mankind.
Very touchy.
If he’s behind you, he’ll reach around with one hand to rub or stroke you while the other covers your mouth.
Leaves hickeys and loves receiving them anywhere.
He melts completely at the feeling of your lips on/around him.
Sometimes it’s like his whole mood will change and he’ll go all soft.
“Just like that.” “Right there.” “That feels so good.”
Never one for degrading.
“Baby.” “Sweetie.” “Honey.”
Basically loves having everything he does to you returned to him, if that makes sense.
Out of all the Jojos, his stamina is the worst, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s better than average.
He’ll try to keep going if you’re still in the mood, but be prepared to take the lead.
Would eat you out/suck you.
May be a little apprehensive about doing it on your period, but wants to try most things at least once. He can get over his fears.
Prefers a comfy spot like the bed or the couch, but if he’s feeling particularly frisky, maybe the bathroom or on a counter.
Despite that, he wouldn’t want to ever risk getting caught.
Aftercare includes giggles and jokes and maybe some sleeping if it’s at night.
At the end of the day, he’s just happy to be with you, and will cuddle on your chest no matter what position he was in.
Kinkiness rating: 8/10
A/N: I might have to go back and rewatch parts 1 and 2 lolz. I tried to make these as accurate as possible.
all of these are out of order and for different parts- just stuff that popped into my head! im getting to all my asks dont worry! ive been real busy with family stuff haha. but now i have time for all my smutty asks, i cant wait!
warnings: Smut, bush talk, first times, smoking, edging, sub/ dom dynamics, fingering, hand jobs, piv sex, scent kinks, angry sex, gentle sex
can be read with for either sex but gn pronouns are used
bucciarati-
-doesn't care if you shave. they live in Italy, and people dont really shave over there, but ignoring that for a moment. he seems the type to never actually think about it. like, it never crosses his mind. so if you have a bush and it covers your ass/lips, he doesn't pay it any mind. on the other hand, if you do shave it off one day, hed definitely notice! its like a little gift for him. but he doesn't prefer it one way or the other, he just really enjoys the skin to skin contact.
-got really flustered and nervous during your fist time together. one of the only times in your relationship he gets nervous, and you cant get enough of it. if youre bold, tease him about it. he'll suck in a breath, and look away, placing a hand over his face. he'll mutter something about how "i just… you look so gorgeous, Tesoro… ive wanted to do this with you for so long…". if youre also the nervous type, he'll notice, and work to make you comfortable, but it doesn't stop him from burying his blushing face in your neck, holding you close and muttering about how "youre so gorgeous…. i want to hold you like this forever…". after your first time though, he gets significantly more confidant. if you talk about it, he'll say he doesn't know why… he's has sexual partners in the past, but youre his heart, so maybe thats why. what a romantic.
abbachio-
-i think he'd prefer if you shaved your ass/ lips, but hes not gonna say anything about it. i think he looooves a bush, but he prefers the feeling of your entrance when its hairless. but its not like he dislikes it otherwise, and it definitely doesn't turn him off in any way. he still eats it like a man starved, so dont worry. if you dont shave at all, he takes his thumbs and spreads your lips/ass so he can fuck without the friction if hair. i think he also shaves, or at least trims. but dont worry, his bush isn't going anywhere <3
-smokes after sex. he doesn't smoke often, but always has one cig after sex. the smell has pavloved you into a horny state, so when you two are out with the gang, and he has his rare stress cig, it gets you going. youre pretty sure he knows, judging by the smirk on his face as his lips wrap around the cig, staining it with purple.
-likes to edge and tease himself. part of it comes from his internalized feelings of never being good enough for you, but even after you two healthily work through that, he still finds it really hot. he likes that you both have control in this situation. as you scratch down his back and he whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, he feels pre leaking out as you beg him to go harder, moaning about how only he can make you feel like this (something you've noticed he loves). after you cum, he leans closer, pressing his body into yours, and moans out a 'please, i need it, l-let me cum, please-' and he'll keep pleading until you say yes or no. basically, after you've cum, he gets pretty submissive.
jotaro-
-i feel like he prefers fingering/ handjobs (giving and receiving) more than oral. simply because he loves pressing his lips to yours as you cum, swallowing each others moans. another plus is you can do it to each other at the same time, and ever the impatient man, he likes that so you can quickly get to the main event. though, if you ask for head, he definitely wont deny you, he loves your taste. he reallllyyyyy likes doing 69, though.
mista-
-siigghhh. okay. i feel like he looovvvesss your smell. all the men do, but. he get off on it. he'll shove his face in your bush, your armpits, your neck, your chest, all to get a real good whiff. his hips rut against your ass while youre trying to do normal housework, you turn to him to tell him off, but the sight of his flushed face as he pouts at you to let him "fuck you, please, i need you so bad right now, baby"…. its pretty convincing.
-cant get enough of you in a skirt. doesn't matter what gender you are, he loves it! long or short, just the idea that youre almost bare, just your underwear between you and a gentle breeze, makes him go insane. if you have trouble feeling comfortable in skirts/ dresses for personal reasons, he'll wear one for you to make you feel more comfortable! he'll even wear it in public and threaten anyone who looks at him weird. but if he wears it for too long in public, he'll end up pulling you aside, embarrassed blush on his face as he leans into your ear and whispers "babe, this is driving me insane… you gotta help me out here!" as he takes your hand and lifts the skirt to reveal his erection. you can ask him why he chose to wear a thong with it, but he'll just brush you off with a blush on his face and continue begging you to 'help him out'.
-likes having fun while fucking. like, he's pretty silly with it. he wont ruin the mood, but while youre riding him, he'll grip your hips, and whistle like he's cat calling you. he likes a partner with a sense of humor, or at the very least someone who appreciates his humor.
-loves when you ride him!!!!! please hop on his lap and start kissing his neck. he'll moan, then laugh lowly and say some shit like "cant get enough, huh?'" hes a switch, so you can either A: pull on his hair and tell him to shut up, and he'll shut his mouth so fast and let you do what you want with him, or B: shyly nod, and mutter out how you need him, and he'll grip your hips and fuck you into next week.
jolyne-
-gets turned on really easily (kinda canon). like, brush the small of her back with your hand, shes folding. if she loves someone, everything about them gets her going.
-verse methinks. i feel like if she's in a lovey-dovey mood, she will absolutely want to be railed by your dick/strap and let you handle her however you need. but if youre feeling more submissive, she has no issue slipping into the dominant role, gripping you by the hair and pulling you towards her dripping pussy and ordering you to 'suck.' in that beautifully harsh tone.
kira-
-he is a creature of habit. he may accidentally fall into a routine with his partner, like… a sex schedule. he may not even realize that he initiates every Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. if you bring it up to him, he'll say "is there something wrong with a schedule?"…. hes trying. i promise… i mean, he tries so hard not to kill you! he huffs and asks "what do you expect from me?". tell him you want to at least try different things in the bedroom, rather than your usual. hes definitely willing to try for you.
-obviously, handjobs are like. the only thing he ever wants in the bedroom. if he ends up loving someone (murderers like him are incapable of that, but this is fictional, so we're just gonna pretend) he will try his very best to please them. if you beg for his cock, he'll fuck you into the mattress all night long. but when you ask what he wants…. well, the answer's always the same. "please, darling… let me have a taste…" but he's not talking about your pussy…. he'll beg to suck your pretty fingers while you jerk him off. never lasts long doing this.
ghiaccio-
-sighs loudly. i love this dork. rants while railing you. i just… he would grab your hips in a way thats definitely leaving bruises, pounding as fast as he can, sloppy, wet slaps sound through the room as he huffs, glasses foggy and slipping down his nose. all the while hes going on and on about something one of his team members do that pisses him off, or ranting about tourists or some shit. youre not entirely focused, honestly.
(part 2) joseph-
-i feel like he'd be all cocky, but when you met, he had very little experience. prolly not a virgin, but he doesn't really know what hes doing. so if you have a lot of experience, or at least more than him, its real easy to get him into a submissive role. he loves it though, if he had a tail youre sure itd be wagging behind him at 100 mph. but if you also dont have much experience, says smth like "dont worry babe, ill take care of you" and winks at you. hes a fumbling, big dumb mess. but just pat his head and tell him he's doing great and all that confidence is right back. also hes a very, very fast learner, and incredibly smart. you wont have to show him something more than once for him to get it.
polnareff-
-to be expected, but hes such a gentle lover. if its your first time together (whether its your first time ever or not), he will be constantly checking in, asking if everything is okay, if he can touch you here, if he can kiss you there, hes a yapper. its really sweet, and warms your heart, truly. but if you get annoyed with it, just tell him to shut up and he will. literally obeys your every order (how i like my men…) but if youre fine with it he still eventually gets more comfortable with it and stops asking so much.
-along that line, he doesn't stop talking, though. he is constantly telling you what hes thinking, how he feels, gripping your hips, chest, burying his face in your neck as he murmurs "ah, mon amour… please, you feel so good around me-" literal tears in his beautiful baby blues.
avdol-
-much like pol, hes a very gentle lover, however hes also not opposed to being a little more…. rough. if asked nicely. definitely not for your first time, but after that, if you give him that sweet pout he cant say no to and beg him to go harder…. well, who is he to deny his angel?
-hes kinda a tease. overall he gives you what you need, and want, but he always makes you ask for it (in a cheeky way). he's holding you gently in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you tell him youre close… he simply tsks, and says "angel, i know you know how to ask nicely~". he doesn't do it everytime, and he treats you with the utmost respect, so when he does, it sends shivers of arousal through you. (yummy man)
narancia-
-sweet boy. tries to show off, and boasts about how good he is or something, but folds immediately. will be all like "of course i'll please you, cmon babe, who do you think youre talking to?" then as soon as you kiss him he's melting into you, whining and begging while struggling to unbutton your pants.
A/N: Hhhhh me when I haven't written on this blog for years and the first thing I post is this LOL. Anyways, happy SBR eve to everyone! I felt this post was warranted.
Warning(s): NSFW NSFW NSFW! MINORS GO AWAY PLEASE!!! Also talk of Johnny's bug bite thing?
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Johnny’s not bad at aftercare, but he isn’t experienced either. Prior to the incident, almost all of his sexual encounters were hookups, and as such Johnny wouldn’t need to do anything after. With you however, someone who he’s involved with long-term, he will put in effort to take care of you, usually dragging a warm, damp cloth across your skin to clean you, and gathering you up in his arms or next to him before you doze off. Most nights its just this though, but if you beg him to then on occasion he’ll join you for a bath.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Once more, the incident changed a lot for Johnny. His self-confidence issues play a big role in his image, and he doesn’t like a lot about himself. However, he is still proud of his chest and hands, which are both still toned and muscular from dragging his weight and holding the reins. As for you, he loves your eyes or your shoulders. He loves looking into them or pressing kisses there, especially from behind. It makes his heart flutter.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Not huge on making messes, so he’s content cumming in your mouth or inside you most nights. If you’re concerned about conception, however, he will finish outside of you, but will need your help timing it right as towards the end he’s a flushed mess.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Obviously there’s the whole bug bite fetish, but let’s be real, Johnny wants somebody to take care of him, and has a hard time saying so. He feels the incident forced him into an already submissive role, but he does enjoy when you dote on him. Pull his hair and press kisses all over his body, and he’s all sweet low sighs and moans.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Lots of prior experiences due to his frequent hookups in his playboy era. However, he’s obviously rusty due to the years of inactivity. Patience is key for him, and if you’re willing to give him time to adjust and experiment, then he’d be really grateful.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl. While it’s technically not impossible for him to go at it in missionary with you, he usually can’t go for that long on account for having to balance himself with his arms. When you ride him, it’s a lot easier for him to hold onto you and help you keep a steady pace. Likes to be sitting up when you do it, too, so he can press kisses to your face and neck and whisper filthy things in your ear.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Johnny isn’t much of a jokester during sex. He sees it being far too important with you to get all goofy. He will, however, make occasional quips or remarks, and laugh when you bite back or blush. He’ll also use jokes as a way to ease you into new things, or calm you down if something doesn’t go as planned. The old Johnny shines through in these moments, and you love him for that.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Pretty decently groomed, as he cares about cleanliness, especially during the race. He’s got dusty blonde pubes to match his unruly hair, and a faint happy trail.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
As mentioned before, he’s gonna need some help here. Johnny wholeheartedly loves you, and you know this whether he’s screaming it from the rooftops or silently entwining your hands. When it comes to physical intimacy however, he’s never had anyone to show love to, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try for you, and so he does. He loves whispering dirty, adoring things in your ear as you’re fucking down into him, and he loves cupping your cheeks as he pulls you in for sloppy kisses. That really gets him going.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Used to before the incident, doesn’t really do so anymore. He does get excited if you leave any marks on his chest and thighs, however, and may rub one out as he traces them on the occasion you’re not there with him. Other than that, he doesn’t feel any need to. If he wants sex, he’ll ask you (albeit in a shy manner).
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bug bites and bindings. Johnny’ll never openly admit this to anybody but you, but the idea of having his arms bound as you’re fucking him is one of the hottest things in his head. Only brings it up after you’ve both settled into a comfortable routine, however. Poor baby’s worried he’ll overstep your boundaries.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
A bed. Doesn’t matter if it’s the finest silk or cheap cotton, any bed is good for sex considering you’re on the road often. However, he isn’t entirely opposed to being taken down in the dirt, or against a tree, or in your tent if you really wanted it. His back pain doesn’t have anything on your gorgeous expressions hovering above him, after all.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Johnny loves it when you whisper in his ear, curl his hair between your fingers, and press messy kisses to his neck and chest. If you mouth at his freckles and nipples, he gets hard instantly (and very embarrassed), and if you move southward with your kisses then he’ll be leaking by the time you get to him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that hurts you. Or anything that involves fluids besides cum. Hard pass.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
No preference for giving or receiving. He’d never given oral before you, but you were surprised at how fast of a learner he was (and how good he was at it). He loves having you sitting on his face when he gives, too. As for you going down on him, he usually threads his hand into your hair, though he’s not much of a head-pusher, and doesn’t enjoy seeing you choke or sputter trying to take him. He lets you set the pace, with his hand in your hair grounding him more than anything.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Johnny’s down for something nice and slow, or for something moderate. Because of his legs (and his discomfort with hurting you), he’ll never really go super fast. The most he’ll do is grab your hips and bring you down when you’re on him, though if you’re up for a faster pace, then he’ll be down.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not big into quickies, just doesn’t really see the point when you’re on the road. The most you’ll get is him wanting you to go down on him quick if the day’s been stressful, but he sees there being a specific time for sex, and he’d much rather wait and put more effort in then half-ass it for either of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Johnny’s comfortable with what he knows, and what he knows is that he can make you cum. That being said, he’s not opposed to experimentation, but he’ll need you to guide him through it if you’re the one to bring it up. He doesn’t really try much himself, the most being the whole bug bite thing, and even then he was a blushing, stammering mess the entire time as he felt you up.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Moderate stamina, about 1-3 rounds any given day. For special occasions, however, he’ll be a little more wild, lasting 4-5 depending on how long you wanna go (and how long you can hold out for).
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Johnny’s never had or used any toys in his life, and he doesn’t plan on owning or using them anytime soon. Making you cum all on his own is one of the few things that boosts his confidence, and toys would surely hurt that, so you two stick to the basics.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he can get unfair alright. Johnny can tease like there’s no tomorrow, and with his accent every word flows in that sweet Southern drawl that never fails to make you squirm. He’s also incredibly good at steeling himself when he wants, often leading to him teasing you right up until release, then pulling back. Get him back by pulling his hair or mouthing at his chest though, and he’ll happily let you put him in his place.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tries to be quiet, but only can keep his mouth shut for the first few minutes before he’s panting, gasping, whining, and groaning. He couldn’t keep himself quiet even if you begged him to, but he’s lucky he sounds so goddamn pretty no matter what sounds he makes. Johnny can get pretty loud too, enough so that you’ve woken up Gyro a few times before.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Not really much of a wild card, but Johnny’s got freckles everywhere, and I mean everywhere. His cheeks, the bridge of his nose, shoulders, outer arms and thighs, and even his dick are covered in beige speckles, and he loves it when you trace a line of kisses or saliva over them. Doesn’t matter where, he just loves how much you seem to love them. It drives him nuts.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Around 5.5-6 inches, cut, with a pinkish-red tip and a prominent vein on the underside. As mentioned before, his pubes match his hair and they curl upwards. The head of his dick’s pretty sensitive too, and he’s sure you could make him cum if you solely paid attention to it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Johnny’s pretty average when it comes to yearning. While he loves you and adores you more than anything, he knows not all of that love extends to sexual desires. If anything, his love stems from your acceptance of him as normal, and your patience getting to know him. While he likes to show you how much he loves you, he feels sex isn’t the only way to do so. Regardless of this, however, he does have occasional sexual urges, and will usually seek your touch out discretely, either by running his hand over your hip or nuzzling against your shoulder.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Johnny’s probably an insomniac, though he doesn’t wanna admit it. He can hold you for hours after you’ve fallen asleep without feeling it himself. He usually takes that time to admire your peaceful expression without getting teased.
This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw, Fluff, Smut It's also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!
You’re a task force member in this scenario.
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He wouldn’t call you any nicknames, so that the other task force members won’t notices you two liking each other.
But the few times you two are alone together he calls you “Dear” or “Love”. He sticks with the romantic names.
He shares all his sweets with you, but you have to ask him nicely.
He enjoys gentle affection way more than rough love. Gentle hugs or forehead kisses are always welcome.
He doesn’t fall in love easily. In fact I would put him into the Aromatic spectrum. Only for the fact that he’s too focused on being the greatest detective of all time.
It took him some time as well to notice he loves you. Around 2-3 years to be exact.
He had some people seeking his love, but he never responded to any of them.
He’s probably the smartest man alive so sometimes you feel dumb next to him. (Sometimes he reassures you that you’re doing great)
His love language is Acts Of Service. He appreciates it the most when you buy him cake. He loves it even more when you backe one yourself!
He rarely cries. Like at all. You saw him cry like 1-2 times since you got to know him years ago.
He’s very paranoid of Kira killing you. Most of the time he tries to exclude you from the investigation.
Once you made him strawberry shortcake and he loved it! Loved it so much he wanted to show you how grateful he was…
He loves to give and receive neck kisses. He’d leave hickeys on you too but only where people can’t see them.
After all he wants to enjoy you alone. He’s very gentle so he rarely bites you. Not even when you ask him.
“I just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all. You’re so stubborn…”
He has great reflexes and is super flexible as well. He’s willing to try everything for your sake.
He also has a lot stamina. So you have to be prepared for nights that will last long. He cums throughout a lot.
He canonically can tie a cherry stem with his tongue only. Do whatever you want with this information.
He whimpers. But groans when he’s close.
He’s always awkward when it comes to aftercare. He doesn’t know what you want/need so he just decides to ask “What do you want to do now…?”
His cluelessness makes you chuckle most times but he does whatever you ask from him.
He’s not a fan of “sour” fruits like kiwi,pineapple or cranberry. He enjoys the sweeter stuff like banana,strawberry and cherry!
He’s the type of person that’s go non-verbal and let you ramble about your special interests. Not interfering once. Just absorbing all the information you provide.
If you guys fight he will apologize. Even if he knows he is right. He doesn’t like fighting with his loved ones.
He likes to buy you gifts at many times… he likes seeing your surprised smile!
He likes to hear your breathing while you sleep in one bed. It’s a nice ambiance.
He hates nuts. Walnuts, peanuts or even almonds. Everything nut related is a no go.
Every time you do something to make him laugh like embarrassing yourself for his sake, he laughs out of pity for you…
His full genuine laugh is so contagious… it’s really rare, so rare that no one besides you and Watari heard it before.
He takes his time with marriage or any commitment. He wants to make sure that you’re REALLY ready to marry a man like him.
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MASTERLIST
Hey guys! I’m really sorry that these took so long… and I’m also sorry if some Headcanons should come up twice, I’ve written this over a month now and just now finished it… don’t be too harsh on me!!!
WARNINGS: 18+ | MDNI | explicit language | Possessiveness / Claiming | You were a bit reckless and almost died! They are relieved you could make it. Let them show it, yeah?
L: His arms slide beneath your back as he enters you. The tips of his slender fingers cling to your skin as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. L can’t help but pull you closer, your heartbeat pounding through his every fiber, carrying warmth into each frozen corner. You’ll have an escort now, he thinks. He won’t let this happen again. You’re not allowed to leave him. You belong here, safe and warm under him.
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Mello: You’re babbling. Maybe begging, maybe crying. He isn’t sure anymore. Mello only knows he needs to make a point: you will never be so fucking reckless again.
Your back arches, breath catching as wave after wave of sweet, hot bliss throbs through your veins. Mello curses under his breath when your pussy squeezes him good and tight. Head bowing lightly. The ends of his hair tickle your cheek.
“Please, I can’t— I can’t take more,”
He fists your hair and pulls gently, just enough to make you meet his eyes; his touch so soft it almost feels foreign.
“Bear it,” he whispers, “You’ll take it until you learn your lesson.”
Never scare him like that again. Don’t be stupidly reckless when there’s no need. Can’t you see? He owns you now; you can’t just disappear... don’t you ever dare to.
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Matt abuses your clit to the verge of overstimulation. Lapping, sucking, smooching. The perfect sync of his mouth skill bends with his fingers inside you, and you’re seeing stars again. See? Life is fucking sweet! Don't be reckless. You can't leave, not without him. Never without him.
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