Leah Luv U

Ask/req me anything! :P I write mostly jjba!

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My Intro!!!

MY REQUESTS ARE currently open but I won’t respond to them until June 20th!

Plssssss try to be specific with requests! <3

RANDOM NOTE:

I currently have exams going on, so I can’t write any respondes currently but once summer hits, best BELIEVE I’ll write as much as I can! Pls request as much as you can still cuz I have so much fun writing them lol and I will reply after June 20th since that’s the day of my last exam.

MY FAV FANDOM TO WRITE FOR IS JJBA, LIKE I LOVE IT SMMM SO LIKE I BEG FOR YOU TO REQ JJBA STUFF (especially cute romance ideas!!)

Heyyyyy!! I’m new to this app but I love to write and read fics so that’s why I decided to acreage a blog :)

Rules & What I will/wont do:

I‘ll write Smut/NSFW

I will write mostly character x reader, but if you want the “reader” to have specific traits and qualities, let me know

I’ll write basically anything!!! HCs, angst, fluff, oneshots, nsfw…

I’ll write about specific kinks and fetishes, just let me know as I won’t write any heavy ones

I won’t write about Non-Con/🍇, extreme gore, heavy kinks (if you have any questions feel free to ask before requesting)

I won’t write fem character x reader not cuz I don’t want to, but cuz I’m lowk bad at it (I’m sorry 😔)

I don’t usually write character x character, but just ask and I might

REMINDER: IF YOU ARE GOING TO REQUEST TRIGGERING TOPICS, PLSSSSSS I BEGGGGG FOR YOU TO AT LEAST GIVE A WARNING :)

Fandoms I write for:

JJBA (my fav to write for so plssss send me lots of JJBA requests!)

(Part 1-9) - I finished all the parts so like you can ask me for any character and I gotchu

HxH (I will only write romantically for Killua, Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio if they are aged up)

Deathnote

I OBV WILL WRITE FOR OTHER FANDOMS (E.G: TOTAL DRAMA), THESE ARE JUST MY FAV TO WRITE FOR ATM!!!

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Leorio oneshot

Genre: NSFW (bondage)

Summary:

(This was a request btw!) At a Halloween costume party, Leorio ends up wearing a tight Aladdin costume. However, on the drive there, the bumps on the road cause him to become hard. As a result, at the party, using some of his props, Leorio gets the idea to try self bondage to please himself. Sorry about it being kinda short, this was written in an hour, however, I don’t mind rewriting it in more detail in the future! Enjoy! <3

It was Halloween night, and Leorio had gotten the invite to the big college house party way too last minute. With nothing better in his closet, he’d thrown together an old Aladdin prince costume he found buried in storage. The deep blue silk pants were a little too tight, hugging his ass and thighs way too closely, while the short golden vest left most of his chest and abs bare revealing his sharp V line and light chest hair. He’d added a white turban with a cheap glittering jewel on top to really sell the look as a prince and left the house in a rush.

On the drive over, every bump in the road made the tight silk rub right against his cock. By the time he pulled up to the house, he was rock hard and throbbing, the thin fabric already sporting a small wet spot of precum. He barely said hello to anyone before bolting upstairs, heart pounding with a rush of pure hormones. The first bedroom he found was empty. He slipped inside, locked the door behind him, and leaned against it, breathing hard.

“Shit… I need to take care of this right now.”

The costume made him feel ridiculous and stupidly hot at the same time. Prince Leorio~ Yeah, right. But the snug silk clinging to his erection was driving him crazy.

That’s when the filthy idea hit him.

He had some extra accessories for the costume similar to toys and restraints in his bag that he had thrown in at the last second “just in case.” However, tonight, the urge was too strong to ignore.

Leorio quickly pulled out a thick black cloth, the metal handcuffs to cosplay Aladdin getting arrested, and the leg shackles to sell the prisoner look. His hands were shaking with excitement as he sat on the edge of the sturdy vanity chair in the middle of the room.

First, the gag.

He folded the cloth thick and shoved it deep into his mouth, stretching his jaw wide. He tied it brutally tight behind his head, knotting it under the turban so it wouldn’t slip. The fat gag instantly turned every sound into a muffled, pathetic “mmph.” He tested it with a low groan and felt his cock jump hard in the tight silk pants.

Next, his feet shackles.

He crossed his ankles and locked the cold metal shackles around them, then ran the short chain through the thick leg of the heavy chair and clicked the lock shut. His long soles pressed flat against the hardwood floor, toes already flexing with no escape. The position forced his legs slightly apart, making the silk pants stretch obscenely over his straining bulge.

Finally, the handcuffs.

He clicked one cuff around his left wrist, threaded the chain behind the chair’s backrest, and locked the other around his right. His arms were now pinned uselessly behind him, chest pushed out, shoulders pulled tight.

He was completely helpless.

A deep, needy moan vibrated around the thick gag. “Mmmph… fuck yes…”

Leorio immediately started grinding his hips like a desperate slut, rubbing his aching cock against the tight silk. The fabric was already soaked with precum, clinging wetly to his groin. His bare feet strained against the shackles, toes spreading and curling hard with every frantic roll of his hips. The chair creaked under him but didn’t move an inch.

“Mmmh—! Hnnngh… mmph!”

Spit was already soaking the gag and dripping down his chin onto his bare chest. He yanked hard on the handcuffs, metal biting into his wrists, while his shackled bare feet scraped uselessly against the floor. Every little struggle made him hornier. The tight prince pants were a mess, the dark wet spot spreading as he humped the air shamelessly.

He looked filthy and desperate. this tall, lanky guy dressed as a prince, gagged and locked to a chair, moaning like a whore while desperately chasing his orgasm on his own.

The thought of someone walking in and seeing him like this pushed him even closer. Leorio’s moans grew louder and more broken behind the gag as he fucked the silk faster, hips snapping.

“Mm—mmph—! Fuck… I’m gonna—!”

His whole body tensed up hard. His feet slapped against the floor, toes curling tight, he came with a long, muffled cry. Thick ropes of cum flooded the front of the tight blue silk pants, soaking through in hot, sticky pulses while he jerked and moaned helplessly into the gag. “MMMMMPH—! Hnnnghhh…”

He kept grinding through it, milking every last spurt until the silk was drenched and clinging obscenely to his spent cock. When it finally faded, Leorio slumped back in the chair, chest heaving, drool running down his chin, still fully bound and trapped in his own mess.

A lazy, satisfied smirk tugged at his gagged lips now dripping profusely with sticky thick saliva.

[leah-luv-u]

Yandere bucci gang hc? Luv your writing btw, chefs kiss 💕💕💕

Bucci gang x reader

Genre: Fluff (romantic)

Summary:

Some yandere Bucci gang (Bucciarati, Giorno, Abbaccio, Mista, Narancia, and Fugo) HCs. Ngl I kinda struggled a bit on a few but I tried my best! Tysm for ur support btw! Also sorry if it isn’t that detailed, I’m mid exams so this was kinda rushed. Enjoy! <3

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bruno is the kind of yandere who knows exactly how messed up his feelings are, but he convinces himself it’s all for your own good. In this dangerous world, someone has to protect you, right? And who better than him?

He starts off so gentle and caring it almost feels normal. He’ll cook your favorite meals, check in on how you’re feeling, and call you his “fiore” with that soft smile that makes your knees weak. But slowly, the control creeps in. He decides who you can see, where you can go, and what’s “too risky” for you. If you push back, he doesn’t yell. He just looks at you with those sad, disappointed eyes and says something like, “I only want to keep you safe, amore. Why won’t you let me?”

He’s got the whole mafia at his fingertips, so surveillance is easy. Anyone who gets too close or makes you uncomfortable tends to just disappear. He tells himself it’s justice. Deep down, he dreams of pulling you out of this life someday, maybe a quiet house, just the two of you, but until then, you’re staying right where he can watch over you.

Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno’s obsession is quiet and absolutely terrifying because he’s so good at hiding it. He doesn’t explode or throw tantrums, but plans. Once he decides you belong with him, it’s basically game over. His Gold Experience Requiem and his position as Don make escape feel like a childish fantasy.

He woos you with thoughtful little gifts and deep conversations that make you feel truly seen for the first time. But underneath, he’s planning your life so you need him more and more. People who bother you or interfere don’t get dramatic confrontations. They just have “accidents” or suddenly decide to leave town forever. He never raises his voice. He’ll just tilt his head and say calmly, “You don’t need them. You have me.”

He wants your real love, not forced affection, but if you resist, the gaslighting is subtle and effective. In his mind, the outside world is too cruel for someone as precious as you. He sees you as the one person who makes him feel less alone, and he’ll reshape reality itself to keep you by his side.

Leone Abbacchio:

Abbacchio is a bitter mess of a yandere. He hates himself for how much he needs you, but that just makes him cling harder. Moody Blues is his guilty little secret. He replays moments of your day when he’s alone, especially the ones where you smiled at someone else. It eats him alive.

He acts cold and distant at first, throwing out sarcastic comments, but the jealousy hits like a truck. If he catches you talking to anyone too long, he gets nasty, either snapping at you or giving you the silent treatment for hours. In private though, he’s surprisingly soft, pulling you against his chest and muttering that you’re the only good thing he has left.

He’s not above using his old cop tricks to dig up dirt on anyone who looks at you twice. His temper and self-loathing mix into something explosive, but he always comes crawling back with quiet apologies and tighter hugs, terrified you’ll finally see how broken he is and leave.

Guido Mista:

Mista’s yandere side is loud and chaotic. He’s the type to shower you with affection one second and flip into jealous rage the next. The Sex Pistols are constantly in his ear hyping him up or feeding his paranoia about “rivals.”

He calls you pet names nonstop, tries to carry you everywhere, and wants to drag you along on every little thing he does. If others dare to flirt with you, he’s confronting them with that big grin while his Stand does the dirty work. He laughs it off like it’s no big deal, but his eyes say otherwise.

If you try to pull away or need space, he pouts like a kicked puppy before turning manipulative. “C’mon baby, you trust me, right? Don’t you love me?” He will always also make sure you have a part of him with you wherever you go. Whether a sex pistol tags along or you wear one of his articles of clothes, he always forced you to have a piece of him. He wants your relationship to feel fun and passionate, but he’ll get scary fast if he thinks you’re slipping away. In his mind, you’re his lucky charm, and he’s not letting anyone jinx that.

Narancia Ghirga:

Narancia is the scariest kind of cute yandere. He latches onto you like a child, like you’re his new best friend and soulmate rolled into one. Aerosmith makes it ridiculously easy for him to follow you or scare off anyone else.

He’s all giggles, hugs, and shared snacks at first, calling you his favorite person and promising you’ll never be bored with him around. But the second he feels like you’re ignoring him or someone else is getting your attention, he flips. Tantrums, tears, yelling, “You’re not gonna leave me too, right?! Say you love me!” followed by impulsive violence that he brushes off like it’s nothing.

His past abandonment issues make him desperate for constant reassurance. He’ll do anything to keep you, lie, threaten, or strafe someone with his Stand, then go right back to being your cheerful Narancia like nothing happened. You basically become his entire world, and he expects to be yours too.

Pannacotta Fugo :

Fugo’s yandere side is dangerously unstable due to his temper. He knows his feelings are unhealthy, but his brain just won’t let go. Purple Haze stays hidden most of the time, but the threat is always there in the back of his mind.

He starts off snappy and tsundere, hiding how much he actually cares, but once he’s attached, the possessiveness kicks in hard. He lectures you about how dangerous the world is, isolates you “for your own good,” and gets viciously jealous if anyone else so much as talks to you. His rage can turn inward or explode outward, but he always regrets it afterward and tries to make up for it with softer moments.

He’s defo scarily good at manipulation to make you more dependent on him. He craves real closeness but struggles to show it without sounding angry. Losing you would break what little control he has left, so he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you, even if it means burning bridges or worse.

[leah-luv-u]

Could you write a oneshot where Josuke (part 4) gets caught in the middle of the act by Okuyasu and Koichi? It’s Josuke x Reader btw

Josuke x Reader

Genre: NSFW

Btw, Josuke is aged up in this since he is a high schooler

Summary:

Josuke and the reader are caught mid in the act by Okuyasu and Koichi because they wanted to come over the play games with Josuke. Enjoy! <3

The afternoon sun came through the curtains in Josuke’s living room. Josuke was stretched out on the sofa with his legs apart. He held the controller tight and his tongue stuck out a little from the side of his mouth. The TV made loud game noises with explosions and fast steps.

You sat on the other end of the couch feeling very bored. You had tried to get his attention for a while now. You poked his leg with your foot a few times. You sighed loud. Nothing worked.

“Babe,” you said with a whine. “We have been home alone all afternoon. Can we please do something? Watch a movie and make popcorn or go for a walk or anything?”

Josuke kept looking at the screen. His thumbs moved fast on the buttons. “Not now babe. I am in the middle of this boss fight. This level has been hard for twenty minutes. Just five more minutes I swear. I am so close to beating it.”

You made a pout face and crossed your arms. A soft pink light showed up next to you. Crazy Diamond came out and patted your head with one big hand to make you feel better. You patted its hand back. It was nice but not what you wanted. You wanted Josuke not his Stand.

Crazy Diamond stayed a second more then went away with a small shine.

Your bored feeling turned into frustration. You had enough.

You stood up slow. Your heart beat faster from nerves and excitement. You walked right in front of the TV and stood there so he could not see the screen. You put your hands on your hips and looked down at him.

“Josuke,” you said. Your voice was firm but still cool.

He leaned to the side right away to try and see past you. “Hey move. I cannot see the screen. Babe come on this boss is about to win! Damnnnn itttt I just got hit because of youuuuu!”

You stayed right there. You looked at him and let the moment last. Josuke stopped complaining as he saw the look in your eyes. His face showed he was confused. The controller went down a little in his hands.

Before he could say more you took the bottom of your shirt in both hands. You pulled it up and over your head in one move. The shirt came off your arms and fell on the floor by the table. You stood there in just your bra and skirt. The room air felt cool on your skin and gave you small goosebumps on your arms and stomach. Your breasts sat in the bra and your nipples hard, showed a little through the thin cloth from the cool air and from how Josuke stared now.

Josuke’s eyes got big. His mouth opened and the controller almost fell from his hands.

“Holy shit,” he said. His voice sounded lower. He looked over your chest then down to your waist and the skirt on your hips. “Babe. You are not playing around today huh?”

Your face got warm and you began to blush subtly, but the way he looked at you made it feel good. Before he could talk more you stepped closer and sat right next to him on the sofa. Your leg pushed against his. Josuke put the controller on the table in one swift motion. His hands went on you right away. They felt warm and eager and a little rough like always. One hand held the back of your neck while he leaned in and kissed you hard. His tongue touched yours and you could still taste a smidge of the sweet soda he drank earlier today.

His other hand went under your skirt quick. His strong fingers hooked your lacy panties and pulled them down. The cloth stopped at your knees while the skirt stayed up high enough. Josuke stopped kissing to look down. A big grin came on his face as his fingers touched your wet spot.

“Damn you are wet,” he said. His voice was rough and eager. Two thick fingers moved around your clit then went inside you. They curled the right way to make you breathe fast. “This what you wanted? You could not wait for me to finish the level?”

You made a soft moan and moved your hips against his hand. One of your hands held his shirt front. The other went up to his pompadour. You held it soft because you knew not to mess it up. Josuke made a low sound against your neck. He kissed and bit light at the skin there while his fingers went deeper.

He was about to undo your bra when the front door opened with a click.

“Hey Josuke. You home man?” Okuyasu called loud from the hall. “We used the spare key like you said last week. Koichi and I thought we could all go to the bakery! Aparently they started selling more kinda of sandwiches. You want to co- holy shit.”

The two boys walked into the living room before you could do anything.

Okuyasu stopped fast with his eyes wide open. Koichi behind him made a small sound and turned very red and covered his eyes like a scared puppy.

You sat there with no shirt, your bra and cleavage showed clear. Your panties were at your knee and your skirt was up and Josuke’s hand was under it between your legs.

After a beat passed embarrassment hit you hard. Your face burned hot red, and you put both hands over your eyes fast hoping everything was just a dream and Okuyasu and Koichi would disappear. Your fingers opened a tiny bit so you could look through. Your body got tight and your heart beat so loud you thought they could hear it.

“Oh my god,” you said soft from behind your hands.

Josuke turned his head to the door quick. His pompadour moved. “Oi. What the hell are you two doing here?” he said loud. His voice went high from panic and from still being turned on. He pulled his hand back fast and grabbed the throw blanket from the couch. He gently yet swiftly tossed it over your lap and chest to cover you.

Okuyasu’s face turned red fast. “Whoaaaaaaa there buddy, we did not know you were busy. You gave us the spare key for emergencies remember?“

“When would getting sandwiches ever be a fucing emergency Okuyasu you idiot!” Josuke yelled

“I’m sorry bro…” Okuyasu began twiddling his fingers “I thought they would sell out!”

Koichi, still both hands on his face, peeked between his fingers. “Sorry! We did not mean to interrupt! We will leave right now! We will pretend we saw nothing!”

Okuyasu backed up to the door almost falling on the rug. “Yeah yeah. Go do your thing *winks*. We will go to the bakery some other time I guess” Okuyasu mutters under his breath “not fair! Why does Josuke get all the action…”

The door closed hard behind them. You could hear Okuyasu laugh loud and awkward and Koichi say sorry over and over as they went down the street fast.

The living room got quiet except for the hum of the game system

You kept your hands over your eyes a little longer. Your cheeks felt on fire. “I cannot believe that just happened,” you said from behind your hands. “Your friends have the worst timing.”

Josuke made a groan sound and rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that was just on you. His face was red and his pompadour looked a bit messy. He looked embarrassed but still wanted you. “Tell me about it. Okuyasu is never going to stop talking about this. This is probably the first time the both of them have seen a girl half naked in person!” Josuke chuckled

“Oi!” You say as you jokingly slap Josukes hand

He took your other hand away from your eyes softly and leaned in to give you a small kiss. “Hey. You okay? That was not good.”

You put your hands down by your side. You still felt red but you started to laugh a little. The blanket moved off one shoulder. Josuke looked down quick then back at your face.

“Yeah. Just embarrassed,” you said and bit your lip. “But I started it.”

A shy grin came on his mouth. He reached over and locked the front door with a click. “The door is locked now. No more surprise people.” His voice got lower as he pulled the blanket off and put his hands back on your waist. “So. You still want to keep going? Or should we stop and go get sandwiches?”

You pulled him close by his shirt collar and nibbled on his lip before plunging into a sloppy kiss. “The lock was good. Now finish what you started Josuke!”

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hello.. tis i ⭐️ anon.. maybe hcs or a oneshot of fugo x m!reader where fugo tops them.. 🥹 im nervous please excuse me

Fugo x m!reader

Genre: NSFW

Summary:

A NSFW oneshot with Fugo x Male reader. Basically, the both of you are on a mission with the gang, and since there is no space in the car, Fugo sits in your lap. However, it gets more intense… Enjoy! <3

Earlier today, the gang was sent on a last minute emergency mission to pick up some cargo. However, the problem was the car. With seven of you crammed into the SUV, seating was a nightmare. Giorno was in the back staring out the window while Abbacchio was in his own world listening to music. Meanwhile, Mista and Narancia fought over shotgun immediately. While Bucciarati was trying to calm down the commotion from the drivers seat, he asked you to open the trunk of the car to prop up the extra seat.

However, because Fugo was inside the safe house retrieving the map, he was the last to approach the vehicle. When he realized there was no space for him, Fugo runs his hand through his locs of hair while muttering “what a pain” under his breath.

Fugo glanced at the narrow space, then at you. His cheeks tinted the faintest pink. “Just sit on my lap” you offered quietly, trying to sound casual. “It’s only for an hour. No big deal.”

Fugos violet eyes narrowed, but he didnt argue. He climbed in after you, lowering himself stiffly onto your thighs. His back stayed straight, hands gripping his knees tensely.

“Comfortable?” Bucciarati asked dryly from the front, already pulling out of the safehouse driveway.

“Fine,” Fugo muttered. His voice was clipped, the way it got when he was forcing control.

At first, it really was just awkward. Fugo was warm. Solid muscles under his green blazer, the faint scent of his cologne in the air. You kept your hands respectfully on the sides of his hips, trying not to squeeze when the car hit bumps, but also making sure he won’t fall. He shifted once to adjust, and you felt the subtle press of his ass against your crotch.

Ten minutes in, the road turned rougher. Every pothole and uneven patch sent a small jolt through the car. Fugos weight rocked back against you with each one. You tried to ignore the way your body started reacting. Blood slowly rushing to your cock, twitching beneath the fabric.

Fugo noticed.

You felt his spine stiffen further. His breathing was now irregular rather than sharp and calm. He didnt say anything, but his thighs tensed around yours, as if he could somehow brace himself against the growing heat.

Another bump. Harder this time. His ass ground down firmly into your lap for a second longer than necessary. Your cock thickened noticeably, pressing up against him through your pants. Fugos fingers dug into his own knees.

The silence in the backseat became heavy. Up front, Narancia and Mista were bickering loudly about some stupid game, completely oblivious. Giorno had his eyes closed. Bucciarati focused on driving.

Fugo shifted again, supposedly to get more comfortable, but the movement was slower and more controlled than before. The friction dragged your hardening length right along the seam of his pants. Your hands tightened on his hips without thinking. He didnt pull away.

Minutes dragged on. The ride felt endless. Every turn of the wheel caused another subtle rock of his body against yours. Fugos posture remained perfect on the outside, but you could sense the tension coming off him. His cock was starting to strain against his slacks. He was getting hard too.

The realization made your own erection throb. You were fully hard now, trapped under his weight, the outline of your cock nestled perfectly between his cheeks through too many layers of fabric. Fugos ears had gone red. He kept his gaze fixed out the window, jaw clenched so tightly you worried he might crack a tooth.

You risked a tiny, experimental roll of your hips upward, just enough to press more firmly against him. Fugo’s hand shot down, gripping your thigh in warning. His nails dug in, but he didnt move off you nor say anything.

The next twenty minutes were torture. Every bump in the road caused your cock to throb harder. Fugo’s breathing had turned ragged and loud. You were leaking precum into your underwear, your cock aching from the constant pressure of his ass grinding against it with every movement of the car. His own erection was obvious now if you looked at the front of his pants.

By the time Bucciarati finally slowed the car and pulled into the shadowed parking lot behind the target warehouses, both of you were so hard it felt like you might snap.

“Everyone out”, Bucciarati ordered, “We will need backup transporting the cargo safely.”

“Ill stay with the car” Fugo said quickly “Someone needs to keep lookout in case were being watched.”

You jumped in before anyone could question it. “I’ll stay too. Two is safer than one. We can cover both sides.”

Bucciarati studied you both for a beat, then nodded. “Fine. Dont let your guard down.”

The others climbed out, doors slamming one by one. Narancia shot a curious glance back but shrugged and followed the group around the corner. The moment the last footsteps faded and the parking lot went quiet, the air inside the car grew tense.

Fugo twisted around on your lap to face you. His eyes were dark, pupils dialated wide. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted.

“You.” His voice cracked, low and rough. “The entire fucking ride. You were hard the whole time.”

“So were you…” you shot back, hands sliding up to grip his waist properly now.

He didnt deny it. Instead, he surged forward, crashing his mouth against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was messy and sloppy, your tongues sliding and twisting along each other. His hands fumbled with your belt while you yanked his shirt open.

Fugo broke the kiss just long enough to growl, “Turn around. Hands on the seat.”

You obeyed as best you could in the cramped backseat, bracing yourself on the leather while he shoved your pants and underwear down your thighs. Suddenly, two fingers pressed in first, stretching you open with practiced precision. He curled them deliberately, brushing your prostate until your arms shook and you had to bite your lip to stay quiet.

“Fugo. Fuck.” You whimper

“Quiet” he hissed, but his own voice was strained, breath hot against the back of your neck. He added a third finger while his free hand reached around to stroke your aching cock in rough, impatient pulls.

When he finally pulled his fingers out and lined himself up, he didnt tease. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying himself into you.

You both groaned low sounds that fogged the windows further. He was thick and hot inside you, the stretch intense after the long, torturous buildup.

Fugo stayed still for a beat, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, breathing shaky. Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that quickly turned sharp and relentless. The car creaked faintly with every snap of his hips, the wet sound of skin slapping breaking the deafening silence.

“Been driving me insane,” he growled against your ear, one hand fisting in your hair while the other stroked you in time with his thrusts. “Feeling you get hard under me. Pressing against me for an hour straight. You have no idea what that did to me.”

His pace was punishing, angled to hit your prostate with every drive. You were gasping his name, whimpering and moaning when Fugo’s hand met your mouth in a clap, shushing you and muffling any sound.

Fugos control frayed fast. His thrusts grew erratic and his usual calculated thrusts disappeared as pleasure overtook him. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle a moan, hips slamming forward one last time as he came deep inside you with a choked curse in Italian.

The feeling of him pulsing hot and full pushed you over right after. You spilled over his fist and the seat, body shaking under him.

For a long minute, the only sounds was Fugo’s rapid breathing and your gasps for air. Fugo stayed buried inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if he couldnt bear to let go yet.

“We should clean up,” he finally muttered, voice soft now that the intensity had broken. He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the bite mark on your shoulder. “Before they come back.”

You turned your head, catching his lips in a lazy, sloppy kiss. Fugo huffed a quiet laugh against your mouth, cheeks still flushed pink. “Next time, youre the one sitting on my lap.”

[leah-luv-u]

Helllloooooooo!! Could I please request some NSFW Kakyoin HCs?

🙏🙏🙏

Kakyoin x Reader

Genre: NSFW

Summary:

Some NSFW Kakyoin x reader HCs! I lowk imagine him as being more of a 🍒 guy since he loves cherries lol. Enjoy <3

He is such a tits 🍒 guy (duh). He loves his partner’s chest no matter the size and doesn’t mind at all about that. Missionary is one of his favorite positions because he can watch them bounce and move with every thrust. He will pin your wrists above your head so he has a perfect unobstructed view and keeps his eyes locked on them the whole time, breathing out soft praises about how beautiful they look.

Kakyoin is ridiculously good at giving head. He treats it like a skill he has to master and studies every reaction you give him. His tongue is precise and relentless, switching between slow teasing licks that build you up and sudden deep suction that makes your legs shake. He edges you for ages until you are begging and only then does he let you finish, leaving you trembling and barely able to think straight.

Exhibit A on why I think he is good at head:

Once the clothes come off that calm polite voice of his drops into something low and velvet smooth. He murmurs the filthiest observations right against your ear while his fingers work inside you with perfect precision. The way he can sound so gentlemanly while saying absolutely dirty things is enough to drive anyone wild.

If you ask him to bring Hierophant Green into the bedroom those emerald tendrils will slide over your skin teasing your n!pples or spreading your thighs wide while he fucks you deep. He would never do it without your clear consent though. He is far too much of a gentleman for that.

He needs eye contact the entire time whether he is between your legs or buried inside you. If you try to hide he will gently pull your hands away and whisper that he wants to watch you come undone. Also he DEFOOO talks you through it. Like he praises you for your preformace, and he definitely whimpers A LOT.

Aftercare with him is incredibly tender. He cleans you up with a warm cloth kisses every mark he left and pulls you against his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat slow down. He runs his fingers through your hair and keeps murmuring how good you were for him until you drift off.

Kakyoin has a thing for light bondage and restraint play. He enjoys tying your wrists to the headboard with handcuffs or using Hierophant Green’s tendrils to hold you in place while he takes his time exploring every inch of your body. The sight of you helpless and trusting beneath him really gets him going, though he always checks in and makes sure you’re comfortable before things get intense.

He has this secret breeding kink that makes him blush hard when he admits it. The thought of filling you up and seeing his cum drip out later turns him on more than he wants to let on. Once you tell him you like it too (if you do obv) he starts pressing his palm to your lower stomach while he finishes like he is imagining it taking hold.

Teasing comes naturally to him. He will edge you with his fingers or tongue until you are pleading then flash that calm little smile and tell you to be patient because he wants to savor every second. His self control is insaneeee and he uses it to drive you crazy in the best way.

[leah-luv-u]

Could I please request some NSFW Hisoka x reader HCs?

Hisoka x Reader

Genre: NSFW

Summary:

Some NSFW Hisoka x reader HCs! Enjoy <3

Hisoka loves tying you down to the bed with his Bungee Gum. He stretches the sticky pink aura into thin unbreakable strands that wrap around your wrists and ankles pinning you down to the mattress. He makes it extra teasing by snapping the gum lightly against your skin like a little whip sending sharp stings. He looms over you with that grin (like in the Gon and Hisoka heaven’s arena fight lol) and says things like dont struggle too much darling it only gets tighter if you fight it.

He is a true switch. Most of the time he craves total control in the bedroom using his strength and Nen to dominate every moan and movement. But he also gets genuinely aroused when you flip the script and try to dominate him (becuase he is into power potential I suppose). He will let you pin him down or tie him up smirking the whole time because the temporary loss of control feels like the most exciting game. The second you think you have won he flips everything around pinning you instead while purring cute attempt but the magician always steals the show in the end.

I feel like Hisoka is a master at edging. He brings you right to the edge with his fingers his tongue or the slow grind of his cock then pulls back with a mocking laugh right when you are about to cum. When you are the one on top he taunts you with breathy words like “is that all you have got harder darling I want to feel you really try to break me”.

He has a kink for marking you. He leaves hickeys bite marks all over your body especially on your thighs breasts and neck so everyone knows you have had sex. He also gets turned on by a little blood play if you are into it. A tiny scratch from his nails or teeth draws a small bead of blood and he slowly licks it away while staring into your eyes with that hungry gaze. When you dominate him he encourages you to mark him back wearing your bites like proud trophies.

His dirty talk is always theatrical and condescending in the hottest way possible (Like I feel like he dirty talks in riddles). When he is topping he says things like “look at you my little puppet on my strings”. When you are the one in control he switches to mocking encouragement like “ahh so bold tonight are you going to make the magician beg? how entertaining”

Sex with Hisoka never feels like just sex it always turns into some kind of twisted game or performance (he is VERY into roleplay). He challenges you to things like catch the magician or endure the magicians tricks with rewards and punishments that involve light impact play. When you dominate he plays along as the defeated opponent until suddenly he is not anymore.

Thanks to his Nen and insane flexibility the positions get really wild. He can fold you into almost impossible angles or fuck you while holding you mid air with Bungee Gum. When you are in control he lets you ride him however you want but his hands or aura are always ready to assist or take over at the perfect moment.

He has a bit of an exhibitionist streak and loves the thrill of semi public sex in places like dark corners. He dares you to stay quiet and the idea of someone possibly catching you or him in a vulnerable dominated state only makes it hotter for both of you.

When he is the one dominating he cums with a low theatrical groan mixed with that laugh filling you or painting your body while admiring the mess he made. He is also VERY into facials. When you dominate him and push him over the edge he still laughs breathlessly with his hips bucking as he spills whispering magnificent you almost had me there.

He also uses Bungee Gum for more than just bondage. He creates thin strands that tease your clit or wrap around his own cock when you are riding him adding extra texture and pressure right where it feels best.

[leah-luv-u]

Hii, could you write a story where the guys from the Buccigang would react to a reader they love very much getting pregnant?

Bucci gang x reader

Genre: Fluff (Romantic)

Summary:

How each member of the Bucciarati gang react to you telling them that you are pregnant and that they are the father. You are in a sexual relationship with the member. Enjoy! <3

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bruno had already noticed the little things. After years in the mafia he picks up on everything. The way your hand kept drifting to your stomach when you thought he wasn’t looking, how you suddenly couldn’t stand the smell of espresso anymore, and the way you’d been sleeping longer with this soft little smile on your face. He never said anything. He just started leaving ginger tea out for you every morning and made sure the kitchen was always stocked with whatever you were craving.

One quiet evening he cooked dinner himself for the both of you. Fresh pasta, simple sauce, candles on the table because he still believes in romance no matter what life has thrown at you two. You sit across from him, nerves twisting in your chest, and finally say, “Bruno… I need to talk to you.”

He sets his fork down right away and gives you that calm, steady look that always makes you feel safe. You take a deep breath and tell him you’re pregnant.

For a second his eyes go wide (Just a tiny flicker). Then the most beautiful smile spreads across his face. He stands up, walks around the table, and pull you into his arms.

“Tesoro… Bella mia,” he murmurs, cupping your face gently with both hands. His thumbs brush your cheeks, catching the tears you didn’t even know were falling. “You’re carrying our child?”

He rests his forehead against yours for a long moment, eyes closed like he’s memorizing everything about this second. When he speaks again his voice is thick with emotion. “I suspected… but hearing it from you…” He lets out a soft, warm laugh. “Dio mio, I’m going to be a father.”

Bruno pulls you into his arms, careful and tender, one hand settling protectively over your stomach. “You’ve made me the happiest man in Naples, amore. Whatever comes next, we face it together. You, me, and our little one.” He kisses your forehead, then your lips, tasting like happy tears. “Ti amo. Both of you.”

How Bruno Acts During Your Pregnancy

He becomes even more attentive than usual. He tracks every appointment, every craving, every tiny change without you having to say a word. You’ll find prenatal vitamins already laid out next to your decaf coffee, and the house suddenly has every pillow and blanket you could possibly want for comfort.

Bruno insists on building the crib himself. He spends three nights in the nursery with his sleeves rolled up, using Sticky Fingers to make sure every piece fits perfectly. He won’t let anyone else help. “This is for our child,” he says quietly. “I want my hands on every part of it.” When it’s done he runs his fingers over the smooth wood and whispers, “Perfetto… just like their mother.”

At first he gets a little more reserved with the gang. Not cold, just protective. Once you’re ready, he gathers everyone in the safe house living room one evening. His voice is steady but full of pride when he tells them, “Our family is growing. My love is pregnant.” Bruno lets them celebrate for a minute before his expression turns serious. “This stays between us for now. No risks. No loose talk. Anyone who endangers my darling or child answers to me.” They all nod without hesitation.

He starts turning down dangerous missions without a second thought and delegates more to Giorno and the others so he can stay closer to home. When he does have to leave, he leaves Zippers behind to make your life more comfortable, creating safe little spaces or shortcuts to different parts of your home so you can rest peacefully.

Every night he talks to the baby. He lies with his head on your belly and speaks softly in Italian, singing old lullabies his mother used to sing, making promises about the life he wants to give them.

He’s fiercely protective but never smothering. If you need space he gives it. If you need him he’s there in an instant. Morning sickness hits? He holds your hair and rubs your back without complaint. Cravings at three in the morning? He’s already pulling on his coat. Mood swings? He listens, reassures you, and keeps calling you “mia bellissima” until you’re smiling again.

Bruno starts planning for the future in quiet ways. He buys a little house outside the city under a clean name, somewhere with a garden and no mafia ties. He never says it out loud, but you both understand. This child is going to have the childhood he never got.

He still calls you every sweet name. Bella, tesoro mio, amore, cara, principessa. But now there’s this deeper awe in his voice. When your bump finally starts showing he rests both hands on it and murmurs, “Look at you… carrying our whole world, Bella. How did I get so lucky?”

The first time the baby kicks he actually tears up. He drops to his knees, presses his lips to your belly, and whispers, “Ciao, piccolino… Papa’s here. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Giorno Gionvanna:

You and Giorno were taking a slow stroll through the park, sunlight filtering softly through the leaves, when he paused by a flower bed. With that gentle smile of his, he reached out and used Gold Experience to make a perfect white rose bloom right there. He plucked it carefully and handed it to you, his voice warm and quiet. “For you, Amore.”

You took the flower, heart racing a little, and said, “Giorno… I need to talk to you.”

He turned to face you fully, those emerald green eyes calm and focused, the way they always got when he sensed something important. You took a deep breath and told him you were pregnant.

For a second he just looked at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then a slow, genuine smile spread across his face. He stepped closer and took both of your hands in his.

“Amore,” he whispered, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “You’re carrying our child?”

He cupped your cheek gently with one hand, thumb brushing your skin. His gaze dropped to your stomach for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “I never thought something this beautiful could come from my life.” There was a rare softness in his tone, the kind he only showed you. He pulled you into a warm embrace, one arm around your waist and the other resting protectively over your belly. “Thank you. For giving me this chance to build something good. I promise I’ll protect both of you with everything I have.”

He kissed your forehead softly, then your lips, the rose still held carefully between you two. “We’re going to be a family, Amore. A real one.”

How Giorno Acts During Your Pregnancy:

He stays pretty calm on the outside, but you can feel how deeply happy he is in the little ways he pays even more attention to you. He quietly looks up everything about prenatal care, nutrition, and gentle ways to stay healthy, always making sure you have what you need.

Giorno is supportive without hovering too much. Every morning he prepares fresh fruit and herbal teas with that small reassuring smile. He makes sure you get the best doctor and checks in on how you’re feeling without making it feel like an interrogation.

When it’s time to tell the gang, he picks a quiet evening at the safe house. He gathers everyone and says simply, “I have some important news. My partner and I are expecting a child.” Giorno stays composed but you can hear the pride in his voice when he adds, “This child will grow up far from the old shadows of the mafia. I expect all of us to help keep things safe and peaceful.”

He starts stepping back from riskier jobs, making sure the organization runs smoothly so he can be around more. He wants to be present for you and the baby as much as possible.

Giorno takes real care with the nursery. He doesn’t just buy furniture. He uses Gold Experience to add living touches, like vines that bloom soft glowing flowers at night for a gentle nightlight, or wooden pieces that grow strong and smooth. He spends hours making sure the room feels safe, peaceful, and full of life.

Every evening he rests his hand on your growing bump and talks to the baby in that soft, calm voice. He tells stories about hope and changing the world for the better, promising they’ll never have to face the kind of life he did. Sometimes he lets Gold Experience create gentle sensations, like the warmth of sunlight or the softness of petals, so the baby can feel them.

He’s incredibly attentive to whatever you need. Cravings hit at odd hours? He’ll make them fresh or find the best spot in Naples. Morning sickness? He’s there with cool cloths and never complains. When you’re tired he encourages you to rest and handles things around the house. He always makes you feel loved and cherished.

The first time the baby kicks he goes quiet, eyes shining with emotion. He places both hands on your belly and whispers, “Hello there… I’ve been waiting for you. Papa’s here, and I promise to give you a world full of life.”

Leone Abbaccio:

You two were tangled up on the couch like most nights when things were calm. The lights were low, and Abbacchio had put on one of his romantic playlists. His arm was slung around you, your head resting on his chest, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your shoulder. He wasn’t saying much, just breathing steady and letting the music fill the room.

Suddenly the volume felt too loud, too much for your nerves. You shifted a little and mumbled, “Leone… turn it down.”

He reached for the remote without complaint, lowering the music until it was just background noise. Then he glanced down at you, those sharp eyes narrowing slightly like he could already sense something was off. “What’s wrong?”

You took a shaky breath and told him straight. You were pregnant.

Abbacchio went completely still. For a long few seconds he just stared at you, his face blank except for the way his eyes widened for a split second. No big smile, no immediate cheer. Instead his hand tightened on your shoulder, then loosened like he was scared he’d hold you too hard. He sat up slowly, pulling you with him so he could look at you properly.

“Pregnant,” he repeated, voice low and rough, almost like he was testing the word. He ran a hand through his long hair, letting out a heavy breath that sounded half like a sigh, half like a curse. “Shit… you’re serious.”

He looked away for a moment, jaw tight. But then his gaze came back to you, softer than most people ever got to see. He cupped the side of your face with one big hand, thumb rough but gentle.

“You’re not joking around with me, right?” His voice dropped even quieter. “A kid. With me.” He swallowed hard, then pulled you against his chest again, wrapping both arms around you like he was anchoring himself. “Fuck. I don’t know if I deserve this… but if you’re carrying my kid, I’m not running from it. I’m in. All the way.”

Later, when he thought you were asleep, you heard him replay the moment with Moody Blues in the next room just to process it all over again in his own quiet way.

How Abbacchio Acts During Your Pregnancy:

He gets even more protective than usual, but in that grumpy, understated way of his. He doesn’t hover or make a big fuss, but he’s always nearby, making sure you’re not lifting anything heavy or going anywhere alone if he can help it.

Abbacchio bites his tongue a lot when your mood swings hit. He might grumble under his breath, but he never snaps at you. Instead he’ll just hand you a cool cloth or step out for a minute to cool off, then come back with your favorite takeout or whatever weird craving you mentioned once.

He’s surprisingly good at the practical stuff. He researches quietly on his own and makes sure you’re going to the best places he can arrange without drawing attention. If you’re dealing with morning sickness he’s right there holding your hair back, grumbling “This kid better appreciate what you’re going through” but rubbing your back the whole time.

When it comes time to tell the gang he keeps it short and serious. He waits until everyone’s together at the safe house, clears his throat, and says flatly, “We’re having a kid. So keep the usual bullshit to a minimum around here.” After celebrations from the gang, Abbacchio just crosses his arms and adds, “And if any of you idiots put my family at risk, I’ll personally replay every mistake you’ve ever made with Moody Blues.” They all get the message.

He helps set up the nursery, but he’s practical about it. No fancy living plants or over-the-top stuff like some of the others might do. He builds the crib himself, cursing under his breath when pieces don’t fit right at first, and makes sure everything is sturdy and safe. He’ll let you pick the colors and decorations, but he double-checks every corner for anything sharp or unstable.

Every night he rests a hand on your belly when you’re cuddling, even if he doesn’t say much. Sometimes he talks to the baby in a low mutter, stuff like “You better not give your mother too much trouble, kid” or “I’m not gonna screw this up like I did everything else.”

When your bump shows more he’ll stare at it sometimes with this mix of awe and worry, then pull you close and mumble, “You look good like this, you know that?”

Guido Mista:

You two were out at your favorite little pizza place for a date night. Mista was already tearing into his first slice, cheese pulling like crazy, when the waitress came over smiling and asked if you wanted anything else to eat or drink.

Mista wiped sauce off his chin with the back of his hand and flashed that big grin. “Yeah, gimme a glass of red wine and she’ll have—”

You cut in quick and politely told her no alcohol for you tonight. The waitress just nodded and headed off to put the order in.

Mista blinked hard, pizza slice still frozen halfway to his mouth with sauce dripping everywhere. He gave you a confused head tilt. “No wine? Babe, you okay? You always split a bottle with me on pizza nights, what’s the deal?”

You took a deep breath and just said it while he was mid bite. “Mista… I’m pregnant.”

He completely froze, eyes shooting wide open like the number four just walked in the door. For a second he just stared at you with his mouth hanging open, then he slowly lowered the pizza slice.

“Wait, what?!” His voice came out way louder than he meant, a few people at the next tables turning to look. He leaned across the table fast, voice dropping but still buzzing with energy. “You’re for real? Like actually pregnant? With a baby? Our baby? Holy shit, babe!”

A massive grin exploded across his face, the kind that lit up the whole room. He dropped the slice completely, sauce all over his fingers, and grabbed both your hands tight. “I’m gonna be a dad? Me? Guido Mista? This is crazy! The best kind of crazy! Wait, so no wine for nine whole months? Damn, that sucks for you but man, this is huge!”

He laughed loud and happy, taking off his cap with one hand and running the other through his hair and getting sauce in it without caring. “You’re really growing a tiny person in there. Our tiny person! The Pistols are gonna lose their minds when they hear this! Number five is definitely gonna cry tears of joy!”

He leaned back but kept holding your hand, eyes sparkling like he just won the lottery. “Okay okay, first things first, we gotta hook you up with all the good stuff. Extra cheese on everything, no skipping meals, I got you. And I’m telling the gang tonight, Bruno’s gonna hit me with that disappointed look but who cares, this is epic!”

Mista spent the rest of dinner squeezing your hand, talking a mile a minute between bites, already throwing out baby names that had zero chance of including the number four and swearing up and down he was gonna be the coolest, most badass dad ever.

How Mista Acts During Your Pregnancy:

Mista is super loud and hyped about pretty much everything, but he tries his best to chill out when you need it quiet. He still cracks jokes and waves his hands around like crazy, but he starts carrying your bag everywhere, pulling out chairs for you, and making sure you sit the second you look even a little tired.

He is supportive in the most chaotic way possible. Random craving at two in the morning? He is already grabbing his jacket and running out the door yelling “I got this babe, pistachio ice cream and pickles coming right up!” Morning sickness hits? He holds your hair back, makes stupid jokes to make you laugh through it, then runs to get ginger ale and crackers like it is the most important mission of his life.

That evening when he tells the gang, he cannot hold it in for even a second. He bursts into the safe house shouting “Guys guys guys! We’re having a baby! I’m gonna be a dad, can you believe it?!” Narancia starts screaming and jumping around, Fugo looks like he is having a stroke from the noise but mumbles congrats, Abbacchio grunts something that sounds positive, Giorno gives a calm little smile, and Bruno sighs but looks proud underneath it. Mista is grinning ear to ear the whole time, already asking if the kid can join the team someday.

Helping with the nursery turns into a total group thing real quick. Mista insists on painting the walls himself, ends up with more paint on his clothes and face than on the actual walls, and gets the Pistols to “help supervise.” The room ends up super colorful with way too many decorations, but he checks every single thing ten times to make sure it is safe. “Gotta make sure nothing bad happens to our baby and my babe!”

Every single night he plops his head on your belly and talks to the baby like they are already best friends.

He keeps calling you all his favorite nicknames like babe, sweetheart, and beautiful, but now he throws in “mama” with this huge proud grin every chance he gets. When your bump gets bigger he cannot keep his hands off it, touching it super gentle but super excited.

Narancia Ghirga:

“Babe watch this! I taught Aerosmith some new sick flips, it’s gonna be so cool!” He had that huge bright grin on his face and sent the little plane Stand zooming around doing loops and barrel rolls while he cheered like crazy.

You were trying to keep it cool because you wanted to surprise him with the news at dinner later. But all of a sudden Aerosmith got a little too wild on one of the flips and accidentally bumped right into your stomach. It was not super hard but enough to make you grunt in pain and grab your belly with both hands.

Narancia stopped dead. “WOAH WOAH WOAHHHH! Babe are you okay?! DID I HURT YOU?! Aerosmith didn’t mean it I SWEAR!!” He retracted his Stand back super fast and ran over to you, hands waving around like he was scared to touch anything. “I’m so sorry! It was just supposed to be cool flips!”

You took a deep breath, the surprise totally ruined but the moment feeling right anyway. “Narancia… I’m pregnant.”

He stared at you for a second with his mouth wide open, brain totally short circuiting. Then his whole face exploded into the biggest smile ever. “PREGNANT?! FOR REAL?! You’re having a baby?! OUR baby?! WOAHHHHH!!” He let out this loud happy yell and scooped you up in a giant hug, spinning you once before remembering to be careful and setting you down all gentle. “I almost ruined the surprise with Aerosmith! But a baby!! I’m gonna be a dad?! This is the best day EVER!!”

He was laughing and tearing up at the same time, hands on your shoulders. “You were gonna tell me at dinner? That’s so sweet but I messed it up, sorry! But I’m so happy right now I feel like I could EXPLODE!“ He dropped right to his knees and pressed his ear to your stomach like he could hear the baby already. “Hey little guy or girl! It’s your papa! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all the coolest tricks and we’ll eat yummy food and have the best adventures together!!”

Narancia kept rambling super fast, voice full of pure excitement.

How Narancia Acts During Your Pregnancy:

Narancia is over the moon the whole time and everyone knows it. He cannot stop smiling or talking about the baby, telling anyone who listens that he’s gonna be the best dad ever and the kid is gonna be super cool just like you two.

He gets really protective in his loud bouncy way. If you even look a little tired he is right there yelling “Sit down babe! I got you!” and bringing snacks while telling Aerosmith to “guard the area” so nobody bothers you. He still does his flips and tricks but way more careful now, always checking nothing gets too close to your belly.

When it’s finally time to tell the gang, he cannot hold it in even for a minute. He bursts into the safe house screaming at the top of his lungs “GUYS! GUYS! WE’RE HAVING A BABY!! I’M GONNA BE A PAPA!!” Narancia is jumping around and fist pumping while the others celebrate. Narancia is beaming the whole time proudly.

Helping with the nursery turns into total fun chaos. Narancia wants bright colors everywhere, posters and toys flooding the room. The room ends up super fun and full of life, though he might need someone watching so it does not get too crazy. He builds the crib with help and checks it like twenty times yelling “Gotta make sure it’s safe for the little one!”

Every night he cuddles up with you and talks to the baby nonstop. “Hey kiddo it’s your papa! When you come out we’re gonna have so much fun as a family!!” He brings Aerosmith out to make gentle breezes or fun sounds to entertain the baby and cool you down if it’s warm, laughing super loud when the baby kicks like it’s answering him.

He still calls you babe, sweetheart, and all his fun nicknames, but now he adds “mama” with this huge proud grin every time. When the bump gets bigger he cannot stop touching it, eyes wide. “WOAH the baby’s moving! That’s so cool! You’re amazing babe you know that?!”

Pannacotta Fugo:

You were laying on Fugo’s bed, watching him sit at his desk with a book in his hands. The room was peaceful, just the soft sound of pages turning and the occasional scratch of his pen taking notes. You had been building up the courage to tell him all day. You wanted it to be calm and special, but the longer you waited the more nervous you got.

Finally you spoke up softly. “Fugo?”

No response. He kept reading, completely focused, brow slightly furrowed.

You tried again, a little louder. “Fugo?”

Still nothing. He turned another page, muttering something under his breath about an illogical argument in the text.

You sat up and raised your voice. “Pannacotta!”

He looked up sharply, violet eyes narrowing in that exact irritated way he got when someone interrupted his concentration. “What? I’m in the middle of something important. Can it wait?”

You took a deep breath and just blurted it out. “I’m pregnant.”

Fugo froze. The book slipped from his hands and landed on the desk with a dull thud. For a long moment he just stared at you, face blank and eyes wide. His mouth opened slightly but no words came out at first. Then his expression shifted. The irritation vanished, replaced by something vulnerable. His hands started to tremble just a little as he pushed his chair back and stood up slowly.

“Pregnant…” he repeated, voice quieter than usual and a bit shaky. He took a careful step toward the bed, then stopped, running a hand through his blond hair. “You’re… we’re having a child? Now? In this life?”

He looked genuinely overwhelmed, a mix of shock, fear, and something softer flickering across his face. Fugo sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take your hand but hesitating halfway like he was scared he might do something wrong. “I… I don’t know what to say. This wasn’t part of any plan. What if I’m not ready? What if I…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. Then he met your eyes again, and beneath the panic there was a determination. “But if you’re carrying our baby, then… I’ll figure it out. I’ll do better. I have to.”

He finally took your hand, holding it carefully between both of his. “Are you alright? Do you feel okay? We should… we should get you checked. Right away.” His voice was still a little unsteady, but he was already slipping into that analytical mode, mind racing ahead even while his heart was clearly racing too.

How Fugo Acts During Your Pregnancy:

Fugo becomes incredibly attentive in his own precise, overthinking way. He reads every book he can find on pregnancy, tracks your appointments, monitors your diet, and makes sure you are resting properly. He is not overly emotional or loud about it, but he shows his care through small, consistent actions like preparing balanced meals or quietly adjusting the room temperature when you look uncomfortable.

When it is time to tell the gang he handles it with calm seriousness. He gathers everyone in the safe house and says plainly, “We are expecting a child. I expect everyone to be respectful and keep any unnecessary risks away from her.” While everyone celebrates and shares their congratulations, Fugo stays composed but there is clear pride and protectiveness in his tone when he adds that the child’s safety comes first.

He helps with the nursery in a very organized manner. He measures everything twice, chooses calm colors and sturdy furniture, and makes detailed lists of what is needed.

Every evening he sits with you and talks in his soft, thoughtful voice. He reads passages from books about child development or simply asks how you are feeling, always listening carefully to every detail.

Fugo never lets Purple Haze out near you. Not once. He is terrified of the virus, convinced that even the smallest accident could harm the baby. He keeps his Stand sealed away completely during the entire pregnancy, refusing to call it out even for training or defense unless you are far away and safe. The fear sits heavy in his chest every time he thinks about it, so he relies on his own skills and the rest of the team for protection instead.

He still calls you by your name or soft terms like “cara” when he is feeling especially tender. When your bump grows he rests a hand on it gently, almost reverently, murmuring, “This is real. We’re really doing this.”

[leah-luv-u]

Heyyy!! Could you write a short series of NSFW oneshots on how each of the Bucci gang members would react to a fem reader seeing them sniff their panties and bra secretly? If ur comfortable, could it be about how like the reader walked into the bucci gang members room because they needed to ask him something, and then she sees him sniffing/playing with her panties and bra secretly cuz the bucci gang member’s stand stole it from her drawer for him? Like ik this isn’t specific but like you should expand more upon it

Bucci gang x Reader

Genre: NSFW

Summary:

How each of the Bucciarati gang members will react to you walking in on them sniffing your panties and bra. In these NSFW scenarios, you and the Bucci gang member have recently started dating. Enjoy! <3

Bruno Bucciarati:

The safehouse is quite calm this afternoon. You have been thinking about the schedule and decide to ask Bruno if it would be all right to go to the mall later today instead of sitting in on the usual meeting. His room is always neat, white sheets tucked perfectly, suits hanging in an orderly row.

You knock lightly on the door, then open it since he often welcomes you in without much formality. “Bruno baby? Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to ask if I could go to the mall later today instead of attending the meeting with you. I need to pick up a few things and—”

Your voice dies in your throat.

Bruno is sitting on the edge of his bed in just his pants, zipper already open. Sticky Fingers is still zipping up the wall that connects to your room, the Stand’s hand retracting after it had quietly opened a path straight to your drawer and retrieved what its user wanted. Your red lace panties are stretched across Bruno’s face like a mask, the crotch pressed firmly over his nose and mouth so he can breathe you in with every slow inhale. Your matching bra is wrapped snugly around his thick cock, the soft cups now soggy as it was covered in his thick, warm nut.

His eyes snap open wide and mortified the moment the door creaks. His face burns red in embarrassment all the way to his ears, and he freezes mid-stroke, the panties still covering his face.

He quickly pulls the lace away from his mouth, the fabric damp from his breath. “My love… this is not what it looks like,” he says, his eyes darkening as he attempted to avoid eye contact. The words come out strained, laced with genuine embarrassment. He is the one who keeps the team together, the leader, and right now he looks utterly exposed and felt incredibly vulnerable. “I did not intend for Sticky Fingers to take them. I only… I needed something that reminded me of you. Forgive me. This was inexcusable my dear.”

He attempts to cover himself with one hand, cheeks still flushed, but his posture remains surprisingly straight despite the humiliation. You stand there, heat flooding your face, unable to look away completely. Bruno swallows hard, clearly fighting to regain his usual poise.

After a long, tense silence he clears his throat. “I will only allow you to go to the mall if you promise to buy more of those cute panties and bras… and try them on for me when you return. Understood my love?”

Giorno Giovanna:

The safehouse is quiet this afternoon. Everyone is scattered, but you are in the kitchen trying to throw together dinner. The paprika jar is missing again. You sigh and head down the hall to Giorno’s room as he made lunch earlier today. He is usually organized.

You knock twice, then push the door open. “Giogio darling? Hey, have you seen the paprika? I swear it was in the pantry this morning and I wanted to make that chicken—”

Your voice cuts off.

Giorno is seated on the edge of his bed, posture perfectly straight, he undid his braid revealing long locs of golden hair falling neatly around his shoulders. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a sliver of smooth skin with strong collar bones and his bold muscular chest. A soft golden glow lingers near the window as Gold Experience finishes its work. What had been a small hummingbird moments ago shimmers and transforms back into your favorite black lace bra, its delicate straps unfolding gracefully in his hands into an intricate, lace, floral bra

Giorno holds the bra up with careful, appreciative fingers, turning it slowly to admire the fine lacework and subtle sheen of the fabric. In his other hand he presses your matching panties firmly to his nose, inhaling slow and deliberate, his deep emerald eyes half-lidded and rolled back in quiet concentration. His free hand traces the top of his cock in small circles, the soft lace wrapped snugly around it.

His emerald eyes lift calmly to meet yours the instant the door opens. For the briefest moment his composure falters. A faint flush of pink coats his cheeks and the tips of his ears. The hand holding the bra pauses mid-stroke, and the slow movement on his length stills.

“Ah,” he mutters, voice smooth and velvet-soft, carrying that polite elegance even now. “It seems Gold Experience took the liberty of acquiring something that carries your scent. I must apologize for the intrusion into your privacy Amore.”

He does not scramble or cover himself hastily. Instead he lowers the bra neatly onto the bed beside him, though he keeps your panties close and pockets them. His gaze remains steady and composed, the usual calm confidence only slightly tempered by the situation.

You stand rooted in the doorway, heat rushing to your face. he continues the faint embarrassment visible in his blushed cheeks and subtle tension of his shoulders. “The craftsmanship on this piece is quite beautiful. It truly suits you my love.”

As your face flushed red in embarrassment, he offers a small, composed smile, maintaining eye contact the whole time “Amore, would you mind trying it on for me, you would look Gorgeous and it would just make my day.”

Leone Abbacchio:

The safehouse hallway feels longer than usual as you head toward Abbacchio’s room. You have been wanting to listen to something to pass the time, and Abbacchio has the best music collection. You knock once, then push the door open without waiting for an answer because he rarely responds politely anyway.

“Abbacchio my love? Can I borrow one of your CDs? I’m bored and your taste is actually decent and—”

Your words stop cold.

Abbacchio is sprawled in his armchair, pants shoved down, one hand lazily stroking himself. Moody Blues stands in the center of the room, its form shifted to perfectly mimic you: same height, same posture, same hair. The replay of you is frozen mid-motion as Abbacchio reaches out and slowly slides your lavender bra straps down the Stand’s shoulders. He leans in, nuzzling his face in your cleavage and then pressing his nose directly to the fabric of the bra still half-on the ghostly figure, inhaling deeply with a low, satisfied rumble. Your matching panties are already dangling from his other hand, freshly removed from the Stand, and he brings them straight to his face, breathing you in like he cannot get enough.

His eyes snap to the doorway the instant the door opens. The replay of Moody Blues glitches for a split second before the Stand dissolves into its origins purple self, leaving only the actual bra and panties clutched in his grip.

For a moment his face twists with raw humiliation. Cheeks burning red beneath the pale hair, scowl deepening into something almost panicked. Then the familiar grumpy Abbacchio takes control. His expression hardens into the usual irritated glare and hisjaw tightened..

“The fuck are you doing just walking in here?” he growls, not bothering to cover himself fully. He keeps one hand loosely around his cock and the other still holding your panties close to his chest, “Didn’t anyone teach you to knock properly? Or are you that desperate for my shitty music collection?”

He shifts in the chair, trying to look unbothered despite the obvious evidence scattered around him and the way his breathing is still a little ragged.

You stand frozen, heat rushing to your face at the scene you just interrupted. Abbacchio notices he had been harsh on you earlier “Listen…uh… darling, I’m sorry for yelling at you like that” he continues to mutter his apology under his breath and twiddle with the lace fabric “it was wrong of me.”

Abbacchio clicks his tongue, averting his gaze for half a second before locking eyes with you again, realizing he just revealed his soft side, he scowled firmly in place. “Tch. Whatever. I will only let you borrow the CD if you let me borrow your bra and panties. Permanently. Deal?”

Guido Mista:

The safehouse is oddly quiet and calm. However, you take advantage of this moment as you have been craving something besides the usual takeout and decide to ask Mista if he wants to go out to dinner tonight. His room is always a mess of clothes, magazines, and random gun parts, but you knock once anyway and push the door open.

“Hey Mista baby, quick question. Do you wanna go out to dinner later? I’m sick of the kitchen stuff and thought it’d be nice to—”

Your voice cuts off sharply.

Mista is sprawled on his bed, completely naked, face flushed and eyes half-lidded and rolled back. Your stolen lace panties are pressed tight to his nose as he inhales deeply, breathing you in with shameless little groans. He switches the panties into his other hand and fisted then tightly around his cock, stroking himself vigorously, the delicate lace stretching and sliding with every fast, eager pump. Hovering around him in a chaotic circle, the Sex Pistols are having the time of their lives Playing in the cups of your bra. It is obvious the Sec Pistols had snuck straight into your room earlier and brought the set back for their boss.

The second the door opens, all six Pistols freeze mid-air like guilty kids. Mista’s head snaps toward you, eyes going wide like saucers. His face turns tomato-red instantly, mouth opening and closing before he lets out a panicked yelp.

“OH SHIT—babe! Wait, wait, hold up! This isn’t okay, it’s exactly what it looks like, but the Pistols stole ‘em for me! I swear I was gonna put everything back, I just… fuckkkkk, they smell so good and I got carried away!”

He does not stop moving his hand right away, too turned on and flustered to think straight, the lace still wrapped tight around his cock as he gives one last involuntary stroke. The Pistols start chattering all at once, some of them trying to hide behind the bra, number 5 cries out of embarrassment, number 3 makes fun of number 5, and number 1 waves frantically at you like it can explain everything. It was chaos

Mista groans loudly, covering half his face with his free arm while still holding your panties to his nose with the other. “This is so embarrassing… you weren’t supposed to walk in on this! The little guys are such pervs, I told ‘em to be careful but they just zoomed right in there like it was a mission…”

You stand there, heat rushing to your face at the chaotic scene. Mista finally slows his hand, still bright red, and flashes you a sheepish grin despite everything. “Sure, I’ll go out to dinner with you, but do you promise to wear a cute matching set like this one and let me see you in it after?”

Narancia Ghirga:

The safehouse feels stuffy this afternoon, so you head down the hall thinking it would be nice to get some fresh air. You stop outside Narancia’s room and push the door open without knocking, since he never minds anyway.

“Narancia sweetie? Hey, do you wanna go to the park together later? It’s boring inside and I thought it’d be fun to—”

Your words die instantly.

Narancia is on his bed, face flushed bright red, hips jerking up desperately into nothing. Your stolen panties are stretched across his face like a mask, the crotch pressed right over his nose and mouth so he can breathe you in with every shaky inhale. Your matching bra is tied around his head like a blindfold, cups covering his eyes completely. Aerosmith is buzzing loudly in chaotic circles around the room, propellers spinning as it clearly just returned from its mission. The tiny fighter plane had used its propellers to snag the matching set straight from your drawer and drag it back here for its user.

The moment the door opens, Aerosmith lets out a high-pitched whine and zips behind Narancia’s head. Narancia’s whole body jolts like he has been electrocuted.

“BABEEE?! OH MY GOD NO NO NOOO WAIT—” His voice cracks high and panicked. He scrambles upright so fast he nearly falls off the bed, hands flailing. “I can explain! Aerosmith said you wouldn’t even notice and it just grabbed them real quick with the propellers and they smelled like you after you showered last night and I was so horny I couldn’t help it I’m sorry I’m so sorry…”

“Seriously? The aeroplane said all that?” You say in a sarcastic tone. In a panic, Narancia blurts out, “NO WAIT BABE!! LIKE IT DIDNT SAYYY IT BUT LIKE IT UH… hinted it… heh?”

He is still wearing the bra tied tightly over his eyes, completely blocking his vision. In his blind panic he forgets it is even there. He leaps toward the door to try to explain better or maybe hide, arms outstretched, only to smack face-first into the doorframe with a loud thud.

“OW… fuck!” He stumbles backward, rubbing his forehead, the bra still firmly in place so he is still blind and spinning in a clumsy circle. “Where are you? I can’t see anything! Babe, don’t leave, please! I didn’t mean for you to walk in on this! UGHHH Aerosmith is such a traitor sometimes!”

Aerosmith hovers guiltily nearby, engine sputtering like it is trying to apologize too. Narancia keeps turning in place, nearly tripping over his own feet, voice cracking with pure embarrassment and desperation You stand there, heat flooding your face at the ridiculous disaster in front of you.

Narancia finally yanks the bra off his head, hair even wilder than usual, eyes huge and shiny with panic as he looks at you. He drops to his knees on the bed, clutching your panties in both hands like a guilty puppy offering back a chewed toy. “Please please please PLEASE forgive me! I swear I’ll never do it again… well, maybe not NEVER, but I’ll ask next time! Just don’t hate me, okay? I’m really really REALLLYYYY sorry!”

Pannacotta Fugo:

PThe safehouse is quiet this afternoon, and you decide it would be nice to get out for a while. You stop outside Fugo’s room and knock politely before opening the door.

“Fugo darling? I was wondering if you wanted to go to the book store with me later. There is a book I have been wanting to check out and I thought it might be nice if—”

Your voice stops dead.

Fugo is sitting at his desk in the dim light, face flushed with a mix of frustration and something darker. Purple Haze hovers crazily beside him, virus bubbles pulsing wildly as the Stand thrashes and reaches toward the stolen lingerie. Fugo is gripping one half of your cream silk panties in one hand while trying to yank the other half away from his Stand with the other. The fabric has already torn straight down the middle with a sharp rip. Your matching bra lies crumpled on the desk, clearly admired and sniffed moments earlier. Purple Haze had been freaking out earlier, the only thing that calmed the violent Stand being something that carried your scent (most likely because the only person Fugo genuinely feels comfortable around is you). Fugo had reluctantly let it go to your room, where it had carefully picked up the used set. Once calm, the Stand had handed everything over to Fugo, who had been quietly sniffing the panties and admiring the delicate texture of the bra when Purple Haze suddenly grew agitated again. The two had begun fighting over the panties, resulting in a tear.

Fugo’s head snaps up the instant he realizes the door is open. His eyes widen like saucers, cheeks burning crimson red with pure humiliated rage. His usual calm, intellectual self cracks instantly and he looks mortified.

“You—!” He freezes, voice low and dangerous at first, then cracking with embarrassment. Purple Haze merges back into his user Fugo, leaving Fugo holding the ripped halves of your panties like evidence in a crime scene. He stands abruptly, posture rigid, the anger at his own loss of control mixing with genuine shame. “God damn it… This is not… I did not intend for you to see any of this. Purple Haze became unstable. The only thing that seems to calm that idiot Stand is your scent. I went to retrieve something that might settle it, but then it refused to let go and…”

He runs a hand through his blonde hair, clearly trying to regain his composure even as his cheeks stay red. His tone turns normal once more, exactly like the Fugo who calculates everything and hates when things spiral out of his control. “I apologize babe. This was inexcusable. I should have kept better control over my Stand. You were never supposed to witness something so… undignified.”

He glances down at the torn fabric in his hands, jaw tight with irritation at the whole situation, then looks back at you with that familiar intense stare, embarrassment still burning beneath the surface.

“I will buy you a new pair of panties. And that book you wanted. But only if you give me a new pair of your used underwear in return. Fair exchange. Nothing more.”

You chuckle “is it to calm Purple haze down?”

Fugo’s eyes darken and he smirks a bit “let’s just say Purple Haze wasn’t the only one who enjoys your scent a bit TOO much.”

[leah-luv-u]

Giorno x Reader

Strip Poker one shot

I read a strip poker one shot a while back on AO3 with Jotaro x Reader so I was inspired and made the same with Giorno x reader

Genre: NSFW

Giorno is aged up in this btw!!!

Summary:

You and Giorno were sent on a mission, but because the hotel was booked out, you were forced to share a room (you guys aren’t in a relationship - yet!) . However, you both soon realize you were both bored, and therefore try to distract yourselves by playing strip poker. Enjoy <3

For a while now, Giorno has been admiring you from a distance. He notices little things about you that others tend to miss. You say you like the smell of a flower? The next day you notice that Golden experience has planted a few of that species around the frames of your window. You say that you love a dish because it reminds you of home? The next day Giorno is in the kitchen trying to whip up that same dish mentioned by you for dinner. He doesn’t know why he encapsulated by you, but all that he knows is that he is in love. And he knows this is true love because growing up, due to being desensitized as a baby, he never felt strong emotion or feelings, but from the moment he lay eyes on you when he joined the Passione, everything changed. He suddenly felt strong waves of attraction and just loved every pinch about you. He recently started calling you “Amore” and you take it as a light hearted joke or friendly pet name, but to him, it means so much more.

Earlier today, you and Giorno were sent on a mission to Rome by Bucciarati to deliver a package to a different branch of the Passione. However, due to traffic, the both of you arrive late in the evening meaning the mission had to be postponed until tomorrow. As a result, the both of you contact Bucciarati in a hurry to book a nearby hotel for a place to stay the night. However, once you and Giorno reach the hotel Bucciarati booked, the front desk soon inform you that due to overbooking, there is only one room available which only has one king sized bed.

Giorno immediately takes notice on how you awkwardly shifted as you were a bit uncomfortable with the rooming situation. “We can share or I can sleep on the floor. I don’t mind” blurted out Giorno in his soft, cool tone. “No Giogio, it’s okay… I’ll just try to keep my distance when on the bed lol” you say as he lets out a little smile. Giorno never let anyone but you call him Giogio and everytime you say that it makes his heart just skip a beat.

Finally, as you get into the room, you jump onto the bed, and unpack your day bag. Giorno, perfectly polite and calm, lay down next to the clutter of objects you created. As you finally lay down next to him, his usually calm composure cracks a little, and he can’t help but stare and cause his heart to race a little. He has always been the gentleman type, and made sure to keep a small distance between the two of you to be respectful, however he can’t help but ogle at you and your beauty.

As you being to gather your pajamas to get changed into, you begin to take hint at Giorno’s staring. His deep emerald green eyes shimmer in the cast of light as he stared and admired you. You smuggly ask him “you like what you see” with a joking tone and a cute smirk, causing him to snap back to reality. “I’m sorry… I just zoned out there a little” His voice at night is all soft Italian and it can’t help but make your stomach flutter.

He continues on by saying “You look… bored”.

“Well,” you sat up straight, Giorno can’t help but notice your bra strap peeping from under your cardigan, causing his heart to race a bit more. You turned Giorno, resting your hands on your thighs with a faint smack “Let’s do something then!” As you sit down on the bed, causing all your clutter to fall off.

He was laying on his back, his hands lay lazily by his sides, one of his feet sticking out off the bed. He tilted his face gently to look at your eyes rather than bra stap. The emerald eyes travelled once more down your face to your mid torso and back up to meet your gaze. His gentle blonde brows arched slightly, forming a tired yet snarky expressing. “Amore… It’s basically midnight.”

“11:48,” you corrected him, causing him to release a soft chuckle.

You both giggled as he sat up. He stretched his neck and shoulders and untied his braid, causing long bundles of golden hair to lazily spill down his back like a waterfall. His long, blonde hair never ceases to amaze you, and you compliment how gorgeous it is, causing Giorno to blush a bit.

He continues to switch his focus between the few undone buttons on your cardigan and your face, thinking deeply as he ran his tongue over his top teeth. God, she is so cute he thinks to himself. After a few moments his deep green eyes met yours once more “Would you want to play poker Amore?”

“Oooo…. Sure we can play,” you playfully anwser. “What are we playing for though? Money? I’m quite broke at the moment so we might use something else such as uhhhh…” you mutter for a few moments while reaching for the complimentary stack of paper notes and pen on the bedside table and begin to scribble something. “We can play for drawings!” The illustration showed a poorly created portrait of Golden experience, causing Giorno to chuckle and gently smile.

“That is adorable Amore!” Giorno continues as he gently folds the drawing and stuffs it into his pocket. “I promise to cherish it for life.”

“However, was thinking more of…” he locked eyes with you once more and licked his lips before it peeled into a shy smirk “Strip poker?”

You paused for a moment.

“Sure, why not!”

Giorno raised his brows and hummed “Cool.”

You were wearing a few bracelets, a necklace, a set of studded diamond earrings, baggy jeans, a tank top and cardigan over it. Giorno was wearing his usual outfit, however he pulled a towel over his shoulder to give himself a few more layers. You both laugh at how crazy he looks as he pulled a box of playing cards from his bag. He passes the cards to you before putting his clothes on “You can deal the cards Amore”

You took the the cards from his gentle grasp and began shuffling them while Giorno sat down across to you and calmly explained the rules. “I think we should do a standard five card draw. We can exchange cards from our hand for new ones if we would like. After all that we reveal our hands to each other. The person with a lower hand must take a piece of clothing off. However, to make the game more fair, all jewellery pieces on person count as one article of clothing. Sounds good Amore?”

You smirked and nodded in agreement before dealing the first round of cards. Giorno won the first round with a flush against your pair. You let out a dramatic sign of defeat took all your jewellery off. You set them aside on the nightstand and got back to dealing the next round.

After exchanging a couple of your cards in the second round, you’ve won with a three of a kind against his pair. Giorno blushes before taking his diamond studs off and setting them next to your jewellery. Maintaining eye contact all the way through, it causes your heart to race in excitement. “We’re even,” he continues with a Sexy sly tone “For now Amore”

“Wowwwww im shaking in my boots” you say jokingly while shuffling the cards “I guess we must see who will keep their panties on, huh giogio?” Right there. You said it once again. Externally, Giorno tries to keep his cool and act as neutral as possible but internally, he is screaming with excitement.

As he is in his own little world, he snaps back to reality. “Giorno? Gioooooooo!! GIORNO! GIOGIOO!” You begin to yell. He shakes his head and immediately asks “What’s wrong Amore? Did something bad happen?”

“Uhhh… I’m kind of blooming…” you say in a confused tone. Giorno looks down your torso to see your buttons have turned into flowers and begins apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry Amore it was an accident!”

You chuckle and forgive him and dealt the cards for the third round. The both of you exchange half of your hand, maintaining a dead poker face bet vigorous eye contact through the process. You smirked as you won once more, revealing a full house, making Giorno sigh in disappointment.

“What’s the matter Giogio? Ooooohhh Is somebody being a sore loser?” you say in a mocking tone while pouting at him and gathering up the cards to shuffle them for the next round.

“Amore I haven’t lost yet, hope may still be on my side” Giorno says in full confidence as he threw the towel off his shoulder, his eyes staring you down intensely. “I may have underestimated you a little Amore.”

You dealt the cards for the fourth round. Giornos His sharp collarbones and muscular chest revealed from above the his iconic heart cutout, a bit of his abs peeking from a small gap created as he was slightly slouching. The muscles in his arms tensed up noticeably when he brough his hand of cards up to look at them.

He took one glance at his cards and then raised his poker faced gaze to you. “Go on darling.”

The moment you received your hand, you realized it was absolute garbage. You decide to exchange the entire deck as that was your only option. However, that was no use. Your pathetic pair was no match for Giornos full hand. He smirked slightly before offering to shuffle the cards for you as you took off your baggy jeans.

The Fifth round followed a similar fate and you lost once more. You were not happy about the two losses in a a row and grumble.

“Giorno, can I just take the tank top off and keep the cardigan on a wee bit longer. I’m a little cold,” you asked while unbuttoning your cardigan.

“Sure Amore, but please call me Giogio not Giorno,” He hummed while a light shade of pink, “I just prefer it that way.”

You nod then turned around to block Giorno’s view of your cleavage. You pulled your tank top off over your head before quickly putting the cardigan back on and buttoning it up just enough, so it covered your boobs and bra. Giorno just stared deeply at your bra clip and let his imagination run loose. God, if only those clips would just pop off this instant… SNAP OUT OF IT GIORNO! This is a drop dead gorgeous lady you are thinking about. His internal debate never got the best of him, but it always caused his stomach to flip and fill with butterflies.

You dealt the sixth round of cards, and exchanged one card and ended up with a royal flush. Giorno sighed as he lay his pathetic pair on the bed. His gaze transformed from a warm one full of love to a concentrated locked in one, and he gave you a suspicious side eye before taking his iconic top off, revealing his torso while his long legs were still hidden in his pants.

The low rise pants fell slightly below his skinny waist, exposing his toned v line that lay above his hips. His thin waist adorned with Sharp v lines immediately drew your attention and you couldn’t help but stare and admire at how perfect and smooth his skin is. His arms still seemed to be tensed up from earlier, and a smidge of his birthmark visible at the top of his left side due to his slouching. Your eyes travelled up to his emerald eyes, that were intensely staring at the bra strap that was lazily hidden in your cardigan, the edges of it being visible.

“Amore? Are you ready?” his relaxed soft voice, finally got your attention causing you to shake your head gently. “Darling could you please deal the cards?”

“Oh yeah… sorry Giogio,” grabbed the deck of cards and profusely shuffle them. You started by giving Giorno one card, then one to you and then another one for him. You were just about to deal another card for yourself when two gentle golden palms grabbed you firmly by the wrists and forced you to hold your arms out.

“I knew it!” Giorno said, now in a more angered tone, grabbing your right hand as Golden experience squeezed your wrists. “You little cheat! Cheating never gets you anywhere in life and that is a lesson that must be taught!”

“That’s why you refuse to remove that cardigan of yours. You’re using the sleeves to hide better cards!” He was holding onto the card you shuffled to yourself that he snatched from your hand, that you hid in your sleeve to slide out earlier.

Giorno’s hot breath was all in your face, and he was frowning and pouting angrily while staring down at you with darkened eyes. “Oh no… You got me!” you cackled playfully, playing dumb, grinning to avoid any laughter.

You felt Golden experience’s grip on you tighten as muttered out a frustrated “muda” under his breath.

“I am quite impressed your observant self didn’t figure me out immediately. I wonder why…” you chuckle as you snap your bra strap cheekily at Giorno. He kissed his teeth sharply, piercing you with his stare. He said nothing as he got off the bed and stood up, still looking down at you. Golden Experience still held onto your forearms sharply, the great strength of its hands causing your arm to ache.

“Okay Giogio… fun time is over… heh… tell golden experience to let me go! This really hurts!”

He slowly tilted his head, staring intensely at your unbuttoned cardigan and your bra strap peeking from behind it that has been teasing him the entire game His eyes filled with frustration, focused on the buttons, his tongue tracing the sharp edges of his top row of teeth.

“No. Cheaters deserved to be punished. You never get ahead in life by cheating.” he murmured as golden experience floated behind you, holding both your wrists in one hand, it began carefully unbuttoning your cardigan.

“Giorno, what are you doing?” You say in a gasp as Golden experience takes off your cardigan effortlessly, leaving you exposed in only a matching set of lacy panties and bra. That morning, you decided to wear that set, as your laundry was being done. It was usually saved for special occasions, but that was all you had in the moment.

“Well Amore…” Giorno smirks, “you cheated and therefore you lost, so you must remove an article of clothing after all.” Giorno edged nearer to your face and gently placed his finger on your lips “and call me Giogio, not Giorno.”

“Well, it’s not my fault,” you grumbled as golden experience finally let go of you and merged back with Giorno exposing your cleavage along with the rest of your torso. “Wow… to be so out of it and be distracted by something as simple as a bra strap,” you paused for a second, only to continue in an even more snarky tone “I would expect more from someone with the discipline of you, Giogio”

Giorno chuckled and gently grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He traced his eyes all over your body and softly kissing the front row of his teeth and licking his lips gently before wearing a smirk. Although Giorno was upset, his eyes were gleaming with a desperate craving.

“You know, I just realized there are so many better ways to cure our boredom,” he purred, his face edging in on yours, “Because I technically won, I will decide what we will be doing next” he gently brushed your hair behind your ear slowly before tracing the edge of your jaw with a single finger. “Wouldn’t you agree?” he raised his brows.

A small whimper escaped due to your neck and arms being stretched and held in a forced position. Your chest fluttered with butterflies and the whole situation was exciting you. However, still feeling cocky as ever, you whisper “So that’s what made you suck at poker so much? You couldn’t stop thinking about my body, could you?”

Giorno chuckles “Amore…” he sighed and continues “It wasn’t just your cleavage or body that was distracting me, your whole presence tends to make my stomach flutter…”

“Oh, so you like me,” you winked at him.

Giorno smiles “I can’t help it. You’re just so cute… but you would be cuter if you would just keep that sharp mouth shut for just a minute while I think of an activity” He says sneeringly.

That comment took you off guard and you instantly reply “Well why don’t you shut me up yourself Giogio!”

Giorno laughs once more and before you know it Golden experience is summoned once more. His stand grabbed each of your wrists once more and swiftly brought your arms behind your back, as it grew a vine and tied your hands behind your back. Then, Golden experience let go of your arms and wrapped it around your waist, in order to stop you from shuffling around.

You look up at Giorno, your puppy eyes causing his rock-hard length to pulse. He groans under his breath "i wish to be intimate with you." he whispers into your ear. "i don't think i've ever needed you as badly as now, i'll melt all your worries.."

“Please… Amore…” he whimpers into your ears.

You look back up at him, maintaining sharp eye contact throughout “Well Giogio, since you asked so nicely… I suppose so…”

Before you realised what was happening, Giorno already shoved half of his length down into your mouth.

You let out a sudden muffled whimper, your eyes watering slightly at the sudden force hitting your mouth. Your body wanted to instinctively move around but the vines and Golden Experiences grape was firm and tight.

Giorno held still for a few moments for you to get used to him. “Amore you are doing so well…” God did he know how to talk you through it. Every second was turning you on more and more causing your panties to become soaking wet.

You slowly looked up at him. First you were met by his tones v line and abs, above them his long blonde hair fell over his shoulder reaching about his waist length.

As your eyes travelled higher up you were finally met with glimmering emerald gazing down at you, a playful smirk on Giorno’s face. “Are you well Amore?”

You moaned loudly around his dick, attempting to nod despite your current condition. Giorno moaned “Yeah, me too,” as he thrusted his cock out into your mouth a few times, causing you to foam at the mouth due to lathered saliva. He grunted and gently wiped away the accumulated spit around your mouth.

You relaxed your jaw to the best of your ability, closing your eyes shut, letting Giorno take charge. He’d thrust in slowly, stopping when the tip hit the end of your throat and slowly sliding back outwards, each ending in a grunt or whimper from both you and him.

“You are such a good girl” he whimpered as he finally pulled out and coated your face with a facial.

You finally take a good deep breath, your rib cage flaring with every breath you take.

As Giorno closes his eye for a minute to catch his own breath, he mutters under his breath. “You are so beautiful naturally and now you are art Amore…” As he finally opens his eyes, he is greeted to your gentle smile and relaxed eyes once more

“Are you ready to take things to the next level Giogio?” You say as you muster up the last amounts of energy inside you. However, Giorno instead unties you and merges back once again with golden experience. This took you by surprise and caused you to fall face first into the mattress, causing the facial to be spread all over the sheets like a peanut butter jelly sandwich.

Giorno giggles and holds up your jaw once more before switching to a more stern glare

“I-I-I’m sorry about the game…” you whimper “you are not that that upset from me cheating are you?” you mumbled.

Giorno chuckles and maintains eyecontact, “Of course I forgive you Amore,” he continues “after all, you should be the one mad at me… the plan was that we touch each other either way in the end!” Giorno giggles, his face a now bright hue of pink.

you whimpered as Giorno squeezed your cheeks tighter. His eyes remained in strict eye contact “It seemed like a good excuse, though.”

Giorno purred as he slipped your wet panties to the side and sank his fingers into your folds. You immediately begin to whimper and moan at the very gentle touches from him, causing him to softly smile. “I promise to be gentle Amore” as he takes off your panties. “Please do it again… G-g-giogio” you whimpered.

“Oh, I’ve got something even better in mind Amore,” he murmured as his nose brushed against yours softly as he leaned in to kiss you. You moaned gently as your lips merged with Giorno’s. They were soft and being this close to Giorno meant you could smell his sexy floral cologne much better. As you made out, your tongues sloppily intertwining with once another, his lips begin to trail down your neck to your chest, where he left sloppy jockeys all over your collar bone as he took your bra off.

While making out, Giorno would occasionally trace small circles over the hood of your clit. Each motion teasing you more, making your knee go weak, causing you to whimper.

“I love making you cause sexy sounds Amore” Giorno lazily grunted under his breath while fondling your tits with one hand while the other played between your folds.

All of a sudden, he let go of everything, his teal eyes staring into your soul as he groaned under his breath. “Are you sure you are ready Amore?”

You let out a pathetic whimper as you nod slightly in agreement, causing him to smirk and gently lay you down on the bed.

Giorno stood by the side of the bed, pulling you up closer to him towards the edge of the mattress. He traced soft circles on your thighs while opening your legs, setting you up in a standard missionary position. He held your legs open as he kissed from your knees and tummy to your upper inner thing, until he reached your clit once again and decided to dive in.

Your stomach twisted at the feeling of his soft tongue eating you out gently. The twisting of the tongue causes you to fold almost immediately, causing your legs to shake vigorously and be on the verge of coming. You pathetically whimpered and moaned in desperation causing Giorno stopping and pull back.

“Are you okay Amore?” Giorno asks with genuine concern due to the noise

You moan and nod, giving him the confirmation to continue as before. As he continued, you whimpered loudly the as he came across your sweet spot, making him stop and looking up at you again.

“Here Love?”

You grab his hand on your thing and tighten the grip giving him the yes. You felt your orgasm edge closer by the second.

As your breathing became more vigorous and loud to your almost-erupting orgasm, you felt one of Giorno’s long, veiny fingers slip in followed with another, causing you to moan loudly.

“You are so tight Amore” Giorno moaned under his breath and he continued to play with your clit. Finally, you have been pushed over the edge and moaned loudly before you came all over his fingers.

Giorno let go of your leg and licked his fingers as you tried to catch your breath.

However, unexpectedly, Giorno goes to the bathroom tub and begins to prepare a bubble bath. The strong smell of floral soap shafted throughout the room, and you try to get up to ask him why he left, but your legs are so weak you fall to your knees.

Giorno immediately rushes to you in a panic “are you alright Amore!?”

“Well I was alright until you left…” you mutter under your breath, “why did you stop?”

Giorno smiles gently and lifted you bridal style and dropped you into the bubble bath and soon followed you in. You were exhausted and nuzzled into his soft chest. “Well, I believe in treating my women with respect, and I don’t want to make you do something you might regret later…” he says softly while kissing the back of your ear

“But I won’t regret it! All I want is you Giogio” you pout and lean closer in on him

“Besides, it will be much more special if we save such an event for our wedding night…” Giorno smirks cutely

You were taken aback “don’t you think it is too early to be thinking about such?”

Giorno paused before whispering under his breath “yeah, but you’re mine now.” He then yawned loudly and wrapped his arm around you before lowering his voice again “Only mine Amore”

You gave him a gentle kiss and cuddle up to him, playing with his long blonde hair on his back, and slowly fall asleep.