Shidou's fav💥🙊

Holy inconsistent 🤫 bored 15 yr old😂 Favs—>Shidou, Reo, Nagi🥹

[distant-dreamer-art]

Some pc sketches since I recently started using it more

Self insert and Ghiaccio

Doppio and Diavolo

(Reference used)

Sketch for a JJBA AU I'm working on (feat. Speedwagon and Vampire Jonathan)

GyJo to remind me to keep reading SBR

Artistic nudity ahead

Anatomy practice with Jonathan

[theshatteredstar]

Can I please request boobs/ass/thighs preferences of bucci gang and la squadra? For example, in my head mista is an ass man all the way, I don't why, he just gives me that vibe y'know?

Anyways, I absolutely adore your work💕

La Squadra + Bucci Gang + Diavolo/Doppio NSFW preferences - Headcannons

A/N - I... I wanted to keep these short but I just kinda yapped a lil bit LMAOO I did keep it kinda short though <3 probably wayyy smuttier than you wanted but alas if y'all don't tell me for stuff like these I just vibe it HAHAHHA, thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I also opened it up from just the 3 you asked because I was just vibing what I think they'd like the most :3

♡ Smut Headcannons ♡ Word Count - 3200 .MINORS DNI.

Bruno - 

Oh god good luck even getting an actual answer from him. He won’t actually answer if asked outright by anybody, he most likely would have to be tipsy or dating you…

He's so composed and deadly with his commands that they won't even ask again if he tells them to stop.

But even then there’s going to be a lot of pushback with you of not wanting to be gross and objectifying or make you feel bad about your body. But when he eventually answers? Yeah It’s kinda obvious.

He’s a thigh man, easily. 

Not only does he love to hold your legs when you have sex, but also when he gives you head.

There’s something that drives him absolutely CRAZY about digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs to keep them open while he overstimulates you.

But outside of the 3? Yeah he loves your throat.

Not for the ways you might be thinking, no he doesn’t like to choke you. Nor is it because he wants you to suck his dick. No.

He wants to leave love bites and kisses down it while you're being intimate, he wants you to feel loved with every single touch he leaves against your skin.

He also loves to see the mess he’s made after you’re both done, because it makes him feel tingly to have you show his love when you go out with him.

Abbacchio - 

He does not care 90% of the time, he actually doesn’t have that big of a preference, genuinely if someone asks he’s not going to answer.

He’s just going to roll his eyes and keep doing what he was doing.

But… If you. And only you ask him, and he knows you’re not just a short term thing? Or that he won’t get judged for not giving a normal answer he’ll tell you.

He loves your hands.

Especially if they’re smaller than his own, and the answer isn’t just for a dirty reason, not that he would ever say that.

Sure he loves the feel of your hands around him when you jerk him off, or even watching the way you get yourself off…

Or the way you desperately grab at him while he fucks you into the mattress. No. That isn’t the reason why they're his favourite.

It’s the feeling of his own fingers entwined with yours when you have sex. It’s intimate.

And it's the only way he can actually get off through the overthinking a lot of the time, he needs to be close to you because you make him feel so loved that all of those thoughts shudder to a stop.

Mista - 

He’s one of the only ones that is not even REMOTELY ashamed to answer, he will tell anyone that asks, including you.

Unless he thinks someone is flirting with him, but he rarely notices when they are anyways.

He won’t give the reasons for it but he won’t hide his preference. And you’re all going to be so shocked about what it is omg.

Yeah, no he is absolutely an ass man.

He fucking LOVES it so much.

He does not hide how much he loves your ass either, small or big he does NOT care, he will absolutely have his hands on it ANY chance he gets. And he will tell you how much he loves you, and your ass.

And he’s so flirty about it every time, always asking for you to sit on his lap… Or his face.

He is such a desperate man and he is not even remotely embarrassed about it, he will beg. A lot… Literally however long it takes for you to sit on his face, and he moans like crazy the entire time all while he grips your ass.

He loves doggy for the same reason, yes he loves watching you fall apart but he can’t get enough of watching your ass jiggle with every thrust, it is hypnotising to him and it makes him cum so hard.

Every time.

Risotto - 

Good luck to ANYONE who wants to dare to ask this man his preference, if it isn’t you or a member of his team they better hope he’s in public enough that he won’t just outright kill them, especially if they’re gross about it.

His team gets SOME leniency, a glare, a command to stop, a warning of his stands pull against them. They drop it quickly, every time.

But if it's you, he doesn't mind telling, given it’s not a fling. But I don’t see him as the type to date if you aren’t going to stick around.

He’s a thigh man, and I will defend this point.

For one, you can NOT tell me this man is not an absolute munch, he gets INTO it too.

He’s gonna be moaning more than you usually even get to hear, he will absolutely not stop until you’re literally trying to crush his head with your thighs…

He doesn’t try to stop you from doing it all while trembling around him. He fucking loves it, especially if you’re trying to push him away out of overstimulation. And even then he still won't stop, unless you're sobbing then he hasn't done enough.

But that's not the only reason, not at all. Yes he enjoys holding your thighs open while you have sex, he has big hands and loves to drag your thighs around his waist.

But ALSO there is something that drives him wild about watching you ride him, his eyes always dart back up to yours but then fall right back to the way your thighs shake while you try to make him feel good too.

Pesci - 

Oh yeah not a single person is even gonna ask Pesci because they think he doesn’t like sex, he flies so under the radar of his team that they don’t even bother including him, not that he minds.

But on the off chance they do actually ask? He’s blushing so hard they still think that he’s either too embarrassed to have a partner or that he can’t sleep with them…

They could NOT be more wrong, they’ll eventually find out when someone comes home at the wrong time and hears you but…

He gets ignored from the sex talks so often, sure you ask as well and he never really gives you a straight answer. Because to him every part of you is perfect.

But there’s one part that he can’t get enough of, your waist.

And no I don’t mean in a weird “Birthing Hips” Type of way.

He is fully obsessed with grabbing your waist during anything intimate, it's almost unconsciously because you feel so good and he just needs to drag you back over and over.

His hands are 95% of the time gripping you so hard it’ll leave bruises, whether it’s while he pounds you into the bed.

Or guiding your movements while you ride him, hell even holding your hips steady while he helps from below when you get too tired.

But the one he likes the most, it's the way he has so much control to keep you pressed against his face while you grind on his tongue, an arm wrapped around your waist tightly so you can't move away too far.

And if you do? He's dragging you right back with a complaint that he isn't done.

Prosciutto - 

The team actually might think he fucks LESS than Pesci, he’s so stuck up around everyone that they think his standards are so high that no one actually compares to what he wants. Except you.

If they do ask they get a scoff and a dismissive answer, but if they pay enough attention they’ll notice the small blush resting on his cheekbones over the vulgar question.

Usually more vulgar than he expects when it comes from Formaggio.

You won’t even get a full answer when you ask what he likes, usually just “every part of you.” Which is romantic but… It’s a BS answer and everyone knows it.

Out of the options? He’s a boob man, by far.

He loves so much to watch you ride him, especially if you struggle to take him fully so that it’s slower, more intimate. Desperate. And the way your breasts bounce with every time you sink down onto him has him pathetically close.

He enjoys to have you in missionary, fucking you slow and hard, he loves having his fingers softly digging into the flesh of your boobs. But outside of the 3…

It’s your mouth.

He adores being kissed, he may not come across as a very affectionate person in public but he LOVES to kiss you, he doesn’t like tongue kissing though in any way.

But the thing he loves the most?

Yeah. He loves when you suck his dick, more than anything. He won’t ask unless he’s truly desperate and even then he won’t beg nor will he push you to.

But he can’t take his eyes off of the way his length slips past your lips and the feeling of you around him. It’s addicting, and he never lasts long because of it.

Ghiaccio - 

Who is actually risking life and limb to ask this man if he likes boobs or ass… Like, do they actually have a death wish? Who would…

Formaggio.

Yeah that adds up.

And he gets mad EVERY single time, not because he’s necessarily embarrassed, hell he’s the most vulgar of them all.

But because they always do it in public or in front of you, usually both. And the last thing he wants is for you to feel bad about your body because of some stupid preference.

It’ll take a lot of asking or reassurance from you that it’s okay to actually get him to answer in the first place… And guess what. None of the above, and he’s almost annoyed even telling you.

It’s your stomach.

YEAH THATS RIGHT.

He just can’t control how good it makes him feel to grab and hold you during sex (especially if you’re chubby, but he has 0 issue if you aren’t though), one hand on your thigh and the other on your side while he gets you both off.

But he also loves being able to have you ride him so he can touch as much as he wants without having to worry about the position, he is fucked out FAST, full glazed eyes while he just watches you.

His favourite though? Doggy.

So he can be as rough or as gentle as he wants to be while pressing his hand over your stomach or grabbing at you while he fucks you into the mattress. He is GONE and he is... Whiny.

Melone - 

People ask him so much he doesn’t even know what he said the last time, and no one even knows what’s his favourite because it always changes.

The team literally has bets of what it is and no one’s been able to get a straight answer, not even from you, who is just as confused because he won’t tell you either.

Half of them think it's because it’s something so freaky even HE doesn’t want to admit, half of them think he literally doesn’t care in the first place. It’ll take a lot of begging from you for him to actually tell you, or just getting him into a completely ruined state when you can ask…

And you do, a promise to let him finish if he tells you. And he does, desperately.

He doesn’t have a single preference except one.

It’s not ass, it’s not thighs, it’s not boobs.

It’s your eyes.

Yes. You read that right.

He loves every part of you, no matter what you look like, but it’s your eyes that ruin him, he physically needs to be able to hold eye contact during sex.

Yes he’s had flings in the past, sure he liked different parts of them in the moment.

But it all feels different with you because he loves you so much, there’s something agonisingly intimate about being watched by you. He begs if he can’t see you… A lot.

It’s pathetic and desperate and he doesn’t care in the slightest, he needs to look into your eyes when he finishes or it’s not the same. He doesn’t care what position.

He just needs that eye contact, and he’ll do anything you ask as long as he can keep your pretty eyes on him. bro thinks he's anasui

Illuso - 

The team doesn't even bother asking.

They just automatically assume it’s ass because of his stand, just assume he’s fucking you against a mirror, or in front of a mirror…

Wherever he can to be able to look at himself honestly.

No one asks, they’ll tell him outright that that’s what they think and he can’t decide if it makes him happy or sad that they think that he’s so vain over his own appearance that he wants to watch himself have sex. Because he isn't.

Sure he loves mirror sex but not to look at himself, it’s to look at you…

He is a boob man though. Through and through.

He definitely loves mirror sex, specifically in doggy, he loves to see the mess he’s making of you as you fall apart under him.

He loves to watch your face like that but his eyes always end up dropping back to the way every thrust has your boobs jiggle from below you, especially if you’re pinned to the bed with your head forced up to watch him.

He loves missionary too, it gives him the excuse to fuck you hard just to watch the way they bounce with every devastating thrust.

But his favourite? Riding. By far.

It lets him give up control fully to you to just watch and run his hands across your body, especially if he can grab and knead at your breasts, it drives him insane to feel the soft warm flesh under his fingers as you use him to get off.

Formaggio - 

Oh boy, before you’re dating? They’ll regret asking.

He has a different answer every time, and he usually goes into detail on why he loves it so much. But that’s the funniest part, he does NOT fuck.

At all.

His vibes are atrocious when he tries to pick anyone up, it's a miracle that he managed to get a partner in the first place.

And that's only because you bullied him so hard when he tried to get himself laid that he dropped the cool flirty act and then actually seemed like a decent guy and not a complete player.

After you start dating? He stops going into disgusting detail over what he likes, he’s still annoying and flirty but it’s less gross. And he still does tell them, but it’s always the same answer now.

Ass.

He isn’t ashamed to tell you that, in detail.

Usually while he fucks you on whatever you were closest to, very vividly telling you about why he likes it and making any insecurity about your body in the moment disappear.

He prefers to bend you over something to give him full control, enjoying the way that you can’t do anything through the pleasure but take it and moan about how good he feels. 

He LOVES the ego boost, but even more than that he loves to grab your ass…

And the only one on this list I can see would be into spanking his partner, it has him fucked up completely because every single time it makes you clench and he’s basically just edging himself at that point but he cant stop himself.

He’s flirting the entire time too, he’s a cocky bastard and he needs you to know just how hot it is when your ass jiggles under his hand. 

Diavolo - 

Well the plus side for him is that NO one but you is going to ask what he likes, but whether he’s too embarrassed to actually give an answer or doesn’t want to is actually insanely hard to tell which it is.

But you ask regardless, hell sometimes you even ask Doppio when he's fronting, he only ever laughs and refuses to give a straight answer for Diavolo either.

But you don't let up asking Diavolo anyway with a sweet smile until he finally breaks.

And you find out very quickly, it’s ass.

It’s perfect for him because it means he doesn't have to keep your eyes on him the entire time, don’t get him wrong he loves to look at you but sometimes he hates being perceived.

In times like that he loves bending you over something or pushing your head down into the pillows and taking you from behind.

He doesn’t fuck you hard most of the time, it gets him too close too quickly and he likes to feel you for as long as he can before he finishes, preferably after you.

His hands do NOT leave your ass either unless you try to hold his hand, and even then he still has one against you because the feel of you drives him wild.

But the way your ass moves with every thrust has him louder than you ever get to hear him.

Low panted curses with every few snaps of his hips because watching you makes him so hard that he can’t think straight and he’s trying to control himself to make you feel good and not just pin you down and be too rough.

But sometimes he struggles to finish without your eyes on him though and it makes him incredibly flustered to have to ask you to look at him while he’s inside you. But he does.

Doppio - 

Once again there is really not gonna be many people that are going to be asking him other than you, Diavolo doesn’t need to because he can literally see the way he falls apart when you do specific things.

But on the off chance that someone in public does ask Doppio will be so taken aback that he will just completely turn down answering, not that he would have answered in the first place.

But when you ask? He makes you guess…

He won’t outright tell you but he has a LOT of fun while teasing you until you get it right. But it’s not just one thing, he gives you a little leniency of course.

His favourites? Your throat, collarbone and your hands.

One of his absolute favourite things when you have sex?

Pressing kisses down your throat while he fucks you slowly, whispering all of the things he’s going to do to you before he does them.

And with every wet kiss he leaves to your throat is another thing he whispers into your skin, punctuated by a hard thrust. Slow and devastating.

But of course he knows what he's doing, he wants you worked up long before he actually fucks you. And when he does?

He knows your hands are going to be grabbing at him in any way you can to ground yourself and it drives him insane to watch you fall apart and grab his arms where they cage you below him with tears on your lash line.

It’s insane you wouldn’t figure it out before guessing because he will NOT stop biting and sucking marks into your throat and collarbone while groaning in your ear.

He needs to hold your hand when he gets close though, he has to feel you connected to him in such a loving way when he finishes.

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[infeliousmiasmall]

rissy bunny

[kujaarts]

New Risotto Nero art to feed the simps

Alternative version

[lovelaughloveshidouryusei]

breathes heavily swallows thickly

[noonbrainrot]

Leone: i think we should brake up

Bruno: No

Leone: okay

Bruno: Who is a good boy?

Leone: me

[selfish-turnip]

He’s like that one time SpongeBob was crying and he kept sucking the water back in (ignore boyfriend’s drawings)

[distant-dreamer-art]

When I started listening to HIM and heard When Love And Death Embrace I immediately thought about Bruabba

So why not drawing them?

This is still a sketch but I'm willing to actually finish this piece

Close ups!

[quiltedsea]

patio time

[dinosaur-defense]

i would just like to say that it is CRUCIAL that every weather report fan sees this video

[riccyyvalz]

r/aita for saying my girlfriend gained weight u/saeitoshi10

current conflict: my girlfriend is super sensitive — beyond what i expected. i feel like a total failure because of it.

solution: ask this subreddit on their thoughts of the situation, may receive feedback worthy enough to enact on

situation at display: my girlfriend is more sensitive than i thought. it was a couple days ago, i had just come back from a trip out of the country for my career. my girlfriend is completely aware of how career-oriented i am, so the distances are well managed. i admire her for that.

though, upon getting back, i noticed she just looked a bit different. it was a one-off comment; an observation. no insulting, no belittling … so how could she get so mad that she started yelling at me? i kept my composure, as an adult would, and told her to relax. and yet, still, it didn’t prove any effect.

i am just utterly confused and honestly drained from this. it’s not something i want to put energy into. i just have to know, am i really as bad as my girlfriend is making me seem?

| u/bumblingbachirahehe: my mom ALWAYS told me that doing something like this is something only idiots do! 😅😀 maybe apologize? suck up your pride! yta! 🙂

| u/NOTrinitoshi: remember when u got caught watching footballer buttcheek jiggle compilations on the family computer

| u/karasu.endsu: this is reddit why’s this written like a lab report and why is no one questioning it at all?!

| u/teddyknightnotbear: i mean innit love im british or whatever ive only been in 2 chapters of the manga

> u/Chris.Princeisonline: Teeeddyy what’d I tell you about not breaking the fourth wall! 😅

| u/aikugota.snakeinhispants: DUDE NOOOOOO u do not bring up weight around ppl YTA that’s crossing a line

| u/sheloves_sendou: give me your girlfriend

| u/themichaelkaiser: Fact #5 about women — their opinions carry zero rationality. Find out more on tonight’s episode of my podcast “The Blue Rose Blooms Again”.

> u/poof!itsness: YAY kaiser we love you <333 everyone tune in!!

> u/cheetahprint..chigiri: bitch no

| u/isagiyoi.11: No. This is awful. Villainy . . . please apologize to her. YTA.

| u/shidouisdeepinside: well i mean u guys are basically broken up now so how abt u answer that dm i just slid u? 😏

| u/NOTrinitoshi: YTA YTA YTA YTA YTA DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE END UR LIFE

> u/itzcharleschevy: im ctfu

| u/xnagisei: nta i think

> u/reoreoreo03: NAGII howd the FaZe Clan audition go

> u/xnagisei: gud

> u/reoreoreo03: im so happy youre branching out<3 remember to come to the field at 4:00 !

> u/xnagisei: 👍

> u/saeitoshi10: ? my comments arent a private chat. i need answers.

| u/julianloki.therealest: bruh i mean ur obv the asshole but i am very intrigued by u 🤔 youre quite the specimen

> u/itzcharleschevy: julz why u texting like that

> u/julianloki.therealest: hugo’s rubbing off on me 😞

| u/iggybunny: lmfao wait that’s ur girlfriend? she’s with me rn. we’re reading this together. 😭🤣 yta btw

> u/saeitoshi10: ….

. . .

sae was absolutely the fucking asshole.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

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IM FUCKING SOBBING SON

[moviecritc]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kayeyayy]

[ww290l]

doin femversions lately,,,,

[hutyaneutya]

il a un très bon appétit 🥐

[invdrei]

Double hit

[moviecritc]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thank you...computa👀

[maestroinheaven]

.⋆♱⃓ Our Love (Bruno Bucciarati x Reader NSFW) .⋆♱⃓

ദ്ദി •⩊• ) Graahhhhh I got way too into this. Domestic Bucciarati feels so classic, like in an “in another life” way. Chicken soup for the soul type stuff.

I hope folks like this! Truth be told I tossed Bucciarati in the poll last minute and played myself 🧍 but I loved writing this :)

Mentions: domestic life, afab genitalia, Bruno going down on you, cumming inside, mentions of the gang/implied violence.

Two chimes. That is what he told you to listen for, to ensure it was him, and not a threat, and his men knew that too; not one press of the doorbell, but two, the second resonating through the foyer of your shared apartment in a reaffirming tenor. The bubbling sink almost obscures the sound, as you wrap the tiny cut on your pinkie.

Of course, chopping up strawberries couldn’t end without any casualties, even as careful as you were. Jokingly, you called it your own rival mafia; the kitchen had it out to get you, accidentally burning your arm on the gas stove, dropping an iron skillet on your foot, and most strangely (and laughable to Bruno) getting a straw stuck in the sink and slipping on your ass. Innocent moments that his team carefully avoided mentioning any time they met at the apartment, though they certainly knew.

Mista had asserted that the reason you kept getting injured was the four bundles of dried herbs hanging in the window. When you promptly tripped on the kitchen rug after using up one of them, you laid on the floor and sighed.

Little mistakes. Never a dull moment, you think sardonically.

Moving here had turned out well other than the evil kitchen. Ocean waves became a shared alarm clock. The dark wood floors and beams were easily cleaned. Dried bouquets from your lovely partner adorned the walls alongside photographs of the two of you, including a candid shot of you Fugo had captured and Bruno practically demanded he give to him.

In it, you’re mid laugh, eyes squeezed shut and almost tearing up, a tiny dot of gelato on your nose, and the melting cone in your hand. Why were you laughing? The memory was foggy by now. There had been so many memories since then just like that— ones that warmed you, and made you mirror that mid laugh smile. Domestic. Peaceful.

Shaking your head, you turn to see the latch open and the first leather soled foot step through.

“Should I really be listening for the bell if you’ll unlock the door anyway?” You remark. The onyx haired man scoffs at you, good natured as he straightens.

“The door is locked regardless. If it were an intruder, they’d still have to unlock it,” Bruno counters and slips his shoes off at the foyer.

“And this is your home, Signore Bucciarati.” Arms looping around his neck, the man’s eyes soften as you lean into him, your body curving into his as if the both of you had been made to fit into each other. His own snake around your waist, and hold you firm-- hands clasped right above the small of your back.

“Welcome back, mi amore,” you murmur. Lips press against your forehead just barely, enough to unleash butterflies in your chest.

“My dove.”

It was him who looked like one, though it was your nickname. Ironic, a peace dove clad in white, the leader of a feared group of mafiosos. Though it would be remiss to call him a brute— and half the time, it was hard to remember that he was indeed a gangster, the way he treated any common man on the street. One time, your hands laced around his arm, you passed a blond haired, shifty eyed man on the sidewalk who caught your gaze. As he saw who you were walking with, his eyes widened and he turned to walk in another direction so quickly he almost tripped.

Blue eyes rove over your form briefly, appreciatively, and he sniffs the air. “Did you bake something?” Bruno asks.

Humming, you roll back and forth on the balls of your feet and toes. “Cake. I wanted to replicate the one we tried at that new bakery, remember?”

You tug him along a little, towards the counter where the cooling sponge sits, golden and fluffy. When you pulled it out, you were pretty damn proud at how it looked— close enough to the restaurant’s, even if there was one spot where the parchment hadn’t pulled cleanly and took some crumb. He nods approvingly, peering at the sides.

“It looks incredible. Did you whip the egg whites and all?”

Nodding, you lean back over the sink. “That’s an essential step, you know, to get it so light,” you say, and scoop the mixer bowl out to dry it. “I need to whip the cream, then put it all together, but the cake itself still needs to cool a little. Were you—“

“One moment,” he interrupts, and catches your wrist in a loose hold. You press your lips together; and his exasperated expression says everything you didn’t want to hear. “Did you cut yourself?”

“Look, I REALLY tried this time to be careful.”

He almost snorts and hides it poorly with a sigh.

“Bella,” he starts, in the same patient tone he uses every time (that was apparently unique to you— Narancia complained to you that Bruno yelled at them too much), “You ought to wear gloves. They make pairs perfect for this.”

“Don’t kid proof me, Bruno. It was a scratch, the knife was just sharp so it bled more,” you retort. As he raises an eyebrow, you hold your hands up in surrender, curling the battle worn pinky in emphasis. “I’m fine. If you’re so worried,” continuing, an idea pops in your head as you scoop up the bowl and start drying it with a tea towel, “Either zip it up or kiss it better.”

“Oh?”

You freeze. That tone… lilting, edged with curiosity, as his hand loosens around your wrist, it trails, ever so light, up your bare forearm. You look up at him, as he smiles. White teeth, against his white outfit. So clean, so perfect. Befitting a capo.

“May I, my dear?” Bruno asks softly.

Swallowing, you nod, and extend your wrist out, the fingers twitching slightly when he slides a finger around your bandaged one. He brings the hand to his face. Observing it carefully-- too carefully, really. There isn’t a reason for his breath to tickle the back of your hand. Or--

With a pop, the dull pain in your pinkie ceases. You blink, and look at your pinkie. Gold glints under the bandage-- a minute zipper has closed up the scratch, and you glare up at him. A rare glint of amusement in his eyes betrays him. A light punch doesn’t make him budge. Of course.

“You ass.”

“Forgive me, but you gave me two options.” He kisses the tip of your pinky regardless. “How could I not?”

“You could choose, mi amore,” you protest. Warmth floods your cheeks as you set the bowl back up on the mixer, striding to the fridge for a bottle of cream. “Choose to not do that. Or choose something of your own--”

Suddenly, you spin into his embrace, and his mouth meets yours.

Whatever juvenile retort you had in mind dies before it reaches your lips. As his mouth slants against yours, you loop your arms up around his neck once more, his own caging you in. One hand slides up your spine, pressing your chest against his-- the fabric of your shirt brushes his bare skin, eliciting a low moan that arches you further to him. His other hand trails down, to the hem of your shirt, rubbing the fabric insistently as if he hoped he could make it dissolve. His lips are soft, flavored with the brew of the cafe down the street, and insistent against yours. It’s warm, his body lean, hard with muscle. Carefully, he starts to pull you towards the living room.

You don’t hesitate.

The two of you nearly fall onto the couch. A soft puff of breath enters your mouth from his as he kisses you, his back hitting the brocade cushions hard. Plush thighs press against his as you straddle him, the hand on the center of your back sliding up to the base of your neck. Fingertips brush against the side of your throat. A delicious warning, as he runs his hand up your shirt. The clean, bourbon and pine scent of his aftershave tickles your nose.

Yielding flesh trembles under his touch; Bruno’s experienced hands guide you, as your shirt lifts from his hands and exposes your bare torso.

“Nothing under?” he murmurs in your ear. You shiver.

“No need. I’ve been off the clock for--”

“I’m happy you’re comfortable.”

The man whose hands have ended countless lives presses his lips to the soft curve of your chest. A pebbled nipple finds its way into his mouth, kissed, nipped upon-- a soft whine leaves you. He kisses up your collarbone to the curve of your shoulder, tongue trailing over the soft, stretched skin, still bearing just one nearly healed love bite he gifted you.

So good. He knew your body too well. Practically trained it himself.

Your trembling fingers make their way to the buttons of his suit, at his stomach, but falter there, and a swoon-inducing kiss makes you moan into his mouth. Helplessly, your hands fall slack, and the one of his on your neck drops to the buttons. Your hips weakly press against his, and the evidence of his arousal presses back as the man sighs.

“Mi amore, my beautiful dove…”

With a squeak from you, Bruno flips you up onto your back on the couch, head against the other armrest. Your head is foggy, akin to drunk, his dark hair bunching against the inside of your thigh and blue eyes downright royal, dark, intense where they lock onto yours. His arms lock above your bellybutton, your lower half only covered by thin pajama shorts and a pair of cotton briefs that brush against your most sensitive parts in a way that makes you moan. With a pop, golden zippers curl across the clothes and fall off of your trembling form.

“C-cheating,” you try to tease, but the effect is lessened when he touches the tip of his tongue against your delicate clit.

“Forgive me,” he murmurs, letting a finger drag between your soft folds that grow wetter and wetter at his careful touch. “You’re too beautiful like this.”

A shuddering breath leaves you as he laps at your cunt, soft, careful kitten licks targeting you with absolute precision. As he does, a finger prods at your entrance. You moan while he presses it further in, curling up against your inner walls in the exact spot that he knows will make you gasp.

You choke on your breath.

With almost painful care, your beloved devours you— lips barely touching your wetness as he continues, the finger inside you pressing perfectly in and rubbing, every single curve of it hitting something awful and amazing. Panting, you’re locked into his touch with the curve of his arm, as he brings you to that familiar curl of pleasure in your lower gut.

“B-Bruno, I—“

And you cry out, the wave of ecstasy crashing over your pulsing clit and clenching you around his finger. Your trembling form arches from the couch, as much as his hold will allow, as he hums in satisfaction.

“Beautiful. Always so beautiful.”

You moan. He surges to kiss your lips, and tasting your own arousal sends thrills down your spine. There’s the soft sound of a zipper, and the hot, insistent press of his cockhead against your hole.

Your breath hitches. His lips brush the corner of your mouth.

“Are you ready, my love?” Bruno whispers.

Lips trembling, you nod.

Adoration saturates his gaze as he presses his lips to yours at the same time his length pushes inside you, curving into your pussy; you moan into his mouth in a way that borders on a scream.

Against your eyelids, he brushes a soft kiss. Even as his cock twitches inside you, he doesn’t dare move without your permission. Even if you felt heaven sent around him.

Brocade stains steadily below you with the thin sheen of sweat on your body. Heat and haze of post orgasmic lust have you spreading your legs more to accommodate him, to feel him sink just the tiniest bit deeper into you.

He hisses. A soft sound like a gasp leaves your lips.

The man presses his forehead to yours. Black hair blinds your periphery as he does, the silent question evident as he lets his hand trail to your hip.

When you finally nod, he begins to move his hips slowly, letting every ridge of him drag against you— you whine as his arms snake under you, clenching your bare chest to his, the delicate lace of his undershirt sending prickles down your skin. He thrusts steadily. With each movement, your clit brushes against his pelvis; eyes rolling back, you stammer his name.

“B-Bruno…”

He murmurs his reply. Almost thunder like with how his voice shudders: “Just… like that. My dove. My beautiful heart.”

His hand dips between your thighs to rub tight circles on your clit, lips finding yours as he brings your sensitive little bundle of nerves to the edge, all while moving inside you. You whine, holding onto him for dear life as he picks up the steady, rhythmic roll of his hips.

Lewd sounds of flesh against flesh, your wetness, the slight groan of the couch all score the scene. The heat. The smell of him, the musk and sweat of you both. How he rubs your clit like he NEEDS for you to cum, so he can as well.

You whine, cumming around him. Spasming, shaking, one hand clawing down his back. It’s too much. It’s so much.

He thrusts harder, almost trembling, letting à teeth-gritted string of praises, and a single, breathless— “I love you”— punctuate the final push of his cock into you, twitching and spilling his warm cum into your cunt.

Finding your release around him, you shake in his hold as you cum again. Your lover holds you impossibly close. Skin sticky. Hair tousled and falling out of his updo in curls.

Bruno presses his kiss swollen mouth to you one more time. You swallow greedy breaths when he pulls back, barely able to hear beyond the pumping of your heart. His eyes meet yours— tender, with remnants of that absolute lust he just took you with.

A lazy smile spreads across your lips. He mirrors you.

“I love you too,” you say back. Murmured. Just for him.

His eyes widen for a second, before softening once more and he kisses your forehead.

“I should have bathed, but I couldn’t help myself. Shall we both go now? Then we can finish the cake.”

You hum dazedly. He tilts your hips toward the end of the couch, swiftly pulling a handkerchief from his discarded jacket’s chest pocket for preparation as he pulls his softening cock from you. Doing your best not to squirm, you catch the hint of earnestness at the mention of the cake. Fighting a smile— you had to preserve a little bit of his ego, didn’t you?— you nod and sit up after Bruno cleans you up a bit.

“Ye—wait, we?” You ask, blinking. He tilts his head.

“I need to be on standby. To kiss or zip any more little scrapes of yours,” he teases, and you turn your cheek, poking your tongue out as he kisses it with a soft laugh. Shaking your head, you smile at him.

“Good I can rely on you then, hm?”

“Always,” he says simply. His gaze is akin to one looking upon the Sistine Chapel: reverent, and adoring. Your heart skips as he kisses you just one more time— at the corner of your eye.

How he had the fortune to catch it, he couldn’t fathom.

“Always, for you.”

[lovelaughloveshidouryusei]

this is so.......exactly what I want my life to be like