ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔦 🦇

𝟷𝟾 𝙹𝙹𝙱𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 🖕

[dioslesbianwife]

Hello!!! I’m the person from the ‘witch reader’ again, if possible can I be “✨” from now on? (Only if that ok with you)

I was wondering if you could possibly do a okuyasu x reader headcanons. Including how they met, how he would ask the reader out and how he would be as a boyfriend and how does the duwang gang (Josuke, koichi, Rohan, yukako) react to him having a girlfriend.

Please and thank you!!!

hi, yes totally u can be ✨ anon! i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <333

How You Met

You probably met through Josuke. He was hanging out with Okuyasu and bumped into you somewhere in Morioh.

Okuyasu was immediately interested but had no idea how to act cool.

"Uhhh… hey! Y-ya like ramen? 'Cause I do! We should eat ramen together sometime!"

If you’re even remotely nice to him, he’s hooked. He’s so happy a girl is being friendly to him.

At first, he’s awkward around you but also really sweet- always offering you food, letting you take the last bite of anything, and trying to impress you (sometimes failing spectacularly).

How He Asks You Out

It takes forever for him to work up the courage. He gets so nervous.

He practices in front of Josuke, who keeps laughing at him.

He tries to be smooth and asks you out with some dramatic speech, but he fumbles halfway through.

"So, uh, I think yer real cool, and uh, I was wonderin’ if- if you wanna, uh, go get somethin' to eat? Like… as a date?!"

If you say yes, he literally jumps for joy and tells Josuke IMMEDIATELY.

If you tease him about being nervous, he’ll turn bright red.

As a Boyfriend

LOVES spoiling you, even if he’s broke. He will spend his last yen to buy you snacks.

Always shows affection, whether it’s throwing an arm around you, holding your hand, or giving you the biggest, goofiest smile.

Super protective. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’ll fight anyone who disrespects you.

Super proud to have you as his partner. He brags about you constantly.

He gives the best bear hugs. He’s just a big, warm teddy bear.

He gets jealous easily but it’s never aggressive- more like "Ahhh, I bet that guy thinks he’s so cool… wait, you think I’m actually cooler than him, right?!"

Dates are always fun. He loves taking you out for food, arcade games, or just walking around town holding hands.

How the Duwang Gang Reacts

Josuke: "OH MY GOD YOU ACTUALLY GOT A GIRLFRIEND?! WILD." He teases Okuyasu constantly but is genuinely happy for him.

Koichi: "That’s amazing! I hope you treat her well, Okuyasu!" Super supportive and kind.

Rohan: "Hah? Who would date Okuyasu? Is she all there in the head?" But deep down, he’s mildly impressed.

Yukako: "If you ever hurt her, Okuyasu, I will personally make sure you regret it." She is watching you both closely.

[spritewritesstuff]

𓏲ּ𝄢𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙞 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜 & 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙨𓏲ּ𝄢

Notes—Everyone is aged up 21+, this is a future AU where the events of Golden Wind are over, and characters who canonically died, lived.

•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

Warning(s): Personal headcanons/thoughts on said characters, may come off as a little OOC potentially(?), not really proof-read. Gender neutral reader, more AFAB-leaning with a few characters.

Another note: Just because I write down their S/O's being a particular way doesn't mean it will stick in future writings. This is just for fun and things that have been on my mind, so I just wanted to write them down and share my silly little ideas. That's all!

Word count: 1,105

Minor and ageless blogs dni, my content outside of this is not sfw. Please and thank you.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno lives a rather chaotic life, and since he's upgraded up to being a Capo, his life ended up being a little more chaotic, despite Giorno working to make the streets a little safer when he became the Don.

So, I'd like to imagine this; His S/O was someone he knew in the beginning, a close friend of his when he first joined Passione, and then soon ended up in a relationship with. You are the calm of his storm, his only semblance of peace he'll ever have.

You are, basically, either a retired mafioso, or someone he met outside of it and managed to make the relationship work despite everything. Either way, you are someone he comes back home to, giving him a sense of normalcy. Just him and his partner sharing a meal together after a long day.

Leone Abbacchio

This is a man who will never fall for anyone outside of Passione, or that's what a lot of people think. Hear me out now: Childhood friend S/O.

The one person who was there for him before the incident and when he lost his police license. (I actually have a fic of this in the making).

After the near-death experience with King Crimson, I'd imagine he's had a lot of time to think before he goes to find his childhood friend to make amends and possibly start over.

There's also the scenario, of course, as his S/O also works in Passione with him. I can imagine him with a more quiet person who doesn't exactly rush him, but is persistent in pursuing him. He does snap, and he does try to keep distance, but it would be a scenario of: You fell first, he fell harder.

Guido Mista

I like to think its opposites attract with Mista, but they're best friends who had helped each other in their own ways.

Mista is extroverted and a bit more on the wild side, his S/O would probably be more on the quiet and grounding side.

Mista was probably the first person they'd met when they first joined Passione, and despite their differences, they had clicked. Mista helps encourage his S/O to open up more and learn to let loose, and his S/O grounds him and teaches him to appreciate the quiet.

However, his S/O HAS to have the same sense of humor as him, no exceptions.

He also needs someone who doesn't laugh or shrug off his tetraphobia. The fear is very real to him, so someone who acknowledges this and tries to distract him from this, ugh, you're quite obviously his soul mate.

Narancia Ghirga

Now, when it comes to Narancia, there's this really persistent idea I have of him and what's his type. Hear me out…

Narancia isn't interested in relationships until he's older, in his early 20s. Mostly because he's focusing on goofing off, school, etc., a relationship is basically out of the question until things slow down.

But when he does finally get into a relationship, it's with a single mom, (single reader mom drop when?/hj). Now, I can imagine Narancia falling for a single mom, whether they're his age or a little older than him, (5-6 years older than him max). I like to think he finds comfort in their motherly nature, and it warms his heart to see his S/O treat their child with such love and warmth.

Definitely adopts the kid as his own, (learned this behavior from a certain Capo), and the two grow close very quickly. Mostly the fun dad and also gives a mostly stay-at-home dad up until he's needed for missions.

Bonus: If you're the protective mama bear type, he finds it funny but also attractive when you go into mama bear mode. If you're yelling/arguing with someone, he will cheer you on.

Pannacotta Fugo

Now, Fugo, he luckily doesn't seek out a relationship until he finally seeks therapy. He wants to be at least more mentally healthy before he gets in a relationship, he's always been the more responsible one of the group, that will never change.

He seeks out someone more level-headed and who can match his flow. He also prefers the more quiet types as well, a S/O who enjoys the quiet just as much as he does.

Very slow-paced in the relationship because he's always hesitating on his next move, so someone with a lot of patience would be good for him.

He still has his outbursts from time to time, (he's still working on it), so someone who doesn't flinch and knows when to give him space just helps him relax and open up more.

I feel like he's the type to accidentally grow feelings for his therapist and be extremely ashamed about it.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno is a man who doesn't know how to express himself and usually shuts down when it comes to expressing his emotions, and I feel like he'd find a lot of beauty in a S/O who feels so deeply.

A S/O that people would consider ‘sensitive’ would match Giorno the best if you ask me. I think he'd learn a lot from hearing their views on the world around them and how deeply they feel, and I feel like that'd somewhat rub off on Giorno.

He more than likely met them outside of Passione, possibly someone who just moved to Naples–a foreigner possibly–someone who doesn't know about him or his status. It's probably refreshing for him to have someone treat him more like another person than an authority figure.

Absolutely loves deep conversations, he's more of the listener while his S/O does the talking. His sharp eyes always are so soft and full of fond adoration as he stares at his S/O as they talk.

Trish Una

I feel like Trish loves someone who is very feminine, or at least knows how to appreciate femininity. Doesn't usually like the rugged types, not really (lowkey think she's a lesbian.)

She's also pretty guilty for loving someone who has a warm, motherly personality too; Her and Narancia probably bond over that.

Trish is a very busy woman, in her later years, she followed her dreams and became a pop star and singer. So, her S/O would have to be patient and strong, as like every famous person does, she has a few crazy fans out there, and sometimes she sometimes doesn't get to spend a lot of time with them.

It can be a little rough but if you can stick it out, everything will be fine.

Please do not feed my writing to AI or repost it anywhere else, please and thank you. <3

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[noaltbruh]

Hello! Can I request bucci gang with fem s/o who had a military background? She's stern, disciplined, can bark out orders and be your biggest life coach like it's nothing, her raw physical power is inhumane to the point she rarely use her stand, overall just give you military general vibe. But later when the mc and one of the members starts dating, she shows her sentimental side and surprisingly a kinda awkward simp lmao

That's it I hope you have a good day💖

Oh! This request was quite original for sure 😄 But it was fun writing it! And thank you for asking me to write stuff or I'd basically be playing Octopath 2 during all my free time-

Bucci gang with a S/O with a military background

Giorno 🐞

Needless to say, Giorno really respects you not only as a person, but also as a precious ally and colleague.

He thinks highly of you since you're so stern and disciplined, he knows he can rely on you when there's something he cannot handle on his own.

He sometimes comes to you for advice, he just feels like he can trust your judgement.

Okay, can I just say he's a bit startled by how...Aggressively encouraging you are? He thinks it's pretty fun, but he must admit he's very impressed by just how energetic you can be, mixed with your firm behavior as well.

He will never, ever say it out loud...But this boy is a bit intimidated by your physical power to be honest. Okay, he's pretty muscular, but he's not nearly as strong as you are.

He knows this fear is dumb since his stand easily makes up for it, but he can't help it and it embarrasses him greatly. With that being said, he still looks up to you for the effort you put into maintaining such physical conditions.

Of course, seeing your personality shift when you got into a relationship surprised him at first glance, but thinking about it, he can't say he couldn't have seen it coming.

After all, you just HAD to be hiding something more to you behind your military façade. He knows it well since he's the first to mask himself.

He doesn't hesitate to take advantage of this other part of you though. He'll try his absolute hardest to cluster and make you away as soon as he realizes how awkward you actually are.

He'll actually call you cute quite often and probably giggle seeing you all embarrassed, but he never holds malicious intentions whatsoever. He simply thinks you're adorable.

He warmly welcomes your romantic side too, being quite romantic himself, although it may not be very clear at first glance. He'll reserve fancy dinners, grow flowers and buy you the most beautiful roses as a way to keep up with your lovely antics, he can't afford to fall short.

Bruno 🤐

Bruno's brain is low-key trying to process your existence, since you're so different from the rest of his team-

That doesn't mean he does not appreciate you, he really does! It's just... He'd always been used to be the one who gives orders and supports his men, not the other way around.

So, seeing you do what is usually his responsibility and duty highly catches him off guard, but he's quite thrilled by it at the same time, which is what first causes him to developed this of admiration for you.

But be prepared for him to still encourage and guide you whenever he gets the chance to. He thinks it's a good way to indirectly tell you that you're allowed to rely on others too sometimes and you don't always have to be strong.

With that being said, he thinks very highly of you because of your sterness and discipline, you get stuff done when it's necessary and he doesn't hesitate to praise you if you did a good job...Which is pretty much always.

He may even give you some of the hardest jobs, but never too much to overwhelm you. He knows you have limits like everyone else and respects them.

While he does think that your raw strength is impressive, he'll also push you to use your stand more and train to fight with it too.

It's not that he doesn't think you're powerful, but some situations just HAVE to be handled through stands, you can't risk.

He's obviously taken aback by your sudden change, you're just so different from the person he had grown accustomed to. Even so, he must say he's quite happy about this too. After all, it is truly a sign that you're willing to let your guard down around him and be yourself more.

Although he did not expect you to simp and get all bashful as soon as he started to court you...

...And most of all, to court him back as soon as you got the hang of it. It does highly pleas him though, it's really nice to know that good ol' romanticism still exists outside of him.

All these different aspects to your personality only stimulate his curiosity towards you, he truly think you're a unique one and he won't rest until he gets to see everything you have to offer.

Mista 🔫

Nah buddy you don't understand how cool Mista thinks you are.

Honestly he's just astounded by your physical strength, he didn't even think someone could possibly be that ripped to the point where's you wouldn't even have to use your powers.

You low-key scare him, but there's no way in hell he's going to admit that. He also wants to be stoped and crushed by you, but he won't be saying that either.

The pistols love to be around you because of your whole vibe, but number five in particular likes you a lot because he feels safe in your presence and knows the others won't mess with him if you're there.

He's a fan of your praises and hype, he's sperate vero confident, bug having someone else's supports always feels good, doesn't it.

Probably didn't follow your orders at first and thought you were just joking around, then he saw your killer look and went "shit", before immediately doing what you told him-

Despite the respect he has for you, he can't help but think that you worry way too much about stuff and you need to learn how to relax a bit.

Because of this, he'll goof around and make jokes even more when you're near him than usual. He wants to help you to let loose a bit and become more chill.

Honestly, he thinks it's thanks to him that you changed so much once you got together lol.

Once he realizes you're just a huge simp, he'll look for all sorts of ways to embarrass and fluster you, it basically becomes one of his favorite hobbies. If he went too far, you might have to punch him to make him stop, not that he'd mind tho.

Mista's not a very romantic person, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate your own romantic side. The fancy dates, all those sweet words and moments are surely quite different from most relationships Mista's ever had, but that's also why he likes them. They're a new territory, and he's all in for that.

Narancia 🍊

Mommy? SORRY-...Mommy?

You can't tell me this isn't true. You think you're a simp? You've got Narancia on his knees simply by existing.

Literally, just say the word and he'll come running for your, hanging from your finger, following whatever order you may give him and completing him exactly like you told him to.

Please, support him and encourage him whenever he gets stuff done right. This boy lives for your approval and hearing you give him advice or tell him he did a good job will make him 10 times more motivated to get anything done.

He's a bit insecure about himself, so knowing you think positively of him reassures him a lot.

Speaking of which, he knows he's safe in your presence, and it's a great source of comfort for him.

Honestly, he thinks your whole super stern and collected behavior is super badass, he loves how you can keep your cool even in tough situations and you never seem to snap like he does. He just wants to be like you sooo badly!

You gotta stop his jaw from falling to the ground when he sees you beat the hell out of an enemy. After staring at you in awe for a second, he'll remember he needs to help you fight and will gladly join in kicking the dude to death.

With that being said, he'll spend the entre nighr staring at the ceiling and thinking about awesome you looked-

In case you haven't noticed, he'd quite muscular himself, he wants to train with you too! His dream is to become as powerful as you are, but if he can't, just training knowing you're by side, and showing off he can also be strong is enough for him.

Okay, when your personality begins to shift, Orange boy is so lost. It's not that he doesn't like you anymore of anything, he's just...Confused. You're so different from the Y/N he's used to.

With that being said though, he quickly gets used to this change, and he's all in for that! Honestly, the fact that you sometimes come off as a bit awkward just makes it easier for him to empathize with your feelings, since he'd most definitely be very nervous around you out of pure embarrassment during your first conversations.

But he takes your simping deep admiration for him as a way to show off to you! He's gonna prove he's just as badass as you are, he wants to leave you speechless and will give everything he has to impress you, no holding back!

This boy is 100% a hopeless romantic, although he's bad at putting his lovely dovey ideas into practise, mostly because he's very clumsy and he'd probably set the kitchen on fire trying to make a nice candlelight dinner-

Because of this, knowing you're alike when it comes to romanticism reassures him. He knows that even if he messes up sometimes, you'll still always appreciate his effort and the energy he puts in his sweet gestures for you.

Moreover, no matter what you may do or organize with Nari, like watching the moon together or dedicating a song to him, he'll cherish it forever and ever in his heart. Every romantic moment you two share become a core memory that he's constantly going to think back to and smile without even realizing it.

He'll always love you, no matter what side of yourself you may be showing :)♡

Fugo 🍓

My friend, Fugo's afraid of you-

Have you seen this guy? He feels like a wimp compared to you, he's genuinely afraid you're just gonna take him and rip his bones in half.

When he does start to realize that you'd never do that, however, he begins to feel...Relived by your presence, in a sense. You just seem like someone he can rely on, which puts him at ease.

Also, you're one of the few people in the house who aren't constantly annoying or trying to piss him off. You're serious and he knows he can have a mildly intelligent conversation with you.

You're a good partner on missions too. He respects the way you're so determined on upholding your duty and don't mess around, he's faithful that any enemy you may face is screwed as long as he's got you with him.

He understands why you'd prefer to rely on your physical force rather than your stand, he doesn't like using Purple Haze either. Even so, he does partially think that it's a bit of a waste not to put it in action, since yours doesn't put everything and everyone in danger as soon as it shows up.

Okay let's be honest, boy's probably got the physical strength of a little girl, unless he's angry.

Therefore, some advice or words of encouragement from you are always more than welcomed, they push him to better himself while still reminding him that he's already doing fine.

When you show him your more sentimental and awkward side, Fugo gets you so well. He may seem smart and all but he's an embarrassing simp himself.

So, you guys go together like two peas in a pod, you just feel very understood by the other and don't fear their judgment at all. You're both messes so you cancel your goofiness out.

Your romantic side is gonna get him so flustered. He blushes easily and has most likely never been in a relationship before, so this kind of...Ahem, behavior, makes him scream inside, but with joy for once.

He'll try to organize something romantic for you in return, and it'll be either the most well-crafted, prepared and unique date ever...Or a total disaster. Either way, his effort is admirable.

Abbacchio ⏪

I'm sorry but Abbacchio couldn't stand you at first.

Your whole behavior just reminds him too much of the person he used to be, and just looking at you feels like looking at himself in a broken mirror.

Tries to avoid you as much as he can, and when it's not possible, he's the rudest, meanest, coldest fucker around.

The two of you only started to get along after you either saved or was a huge help to him during a mission. He was taken aback by your raw sstrength, but literally all he did once this was over was calling you a moron for not using your stand.

Secretary, he thought it was the most badass scene he's ever assisted to in his life. No, he'll never say it directly, screw you.

Complains and claims that he isn't going to follow your orders, before doing exactly that. If you were to brought that up, he'll interrupt the conversation as soon as possible and simply tell you that he did it because he wanted to, not because you told him to or anything.

He acts annoyed everyone you encourage or hype him up, saying that he doesn't need your support, but from the way he always looks away and lacks his usual bitterness in his tone, you can tell that he secretly appreciates your efforts.

Slowly, very slowly, but surely, you begin to notice small shifts and changes in the way he treats you. He doesn't look at you with disgust, willingly follows your advice and overall feels more comfortable in your presence, even cracking a few smiles here and there.

You end up becoming a huge source of inspiration to him. He still sees a lot of the person he used to be whenever you're near him, yet he doesn't view it in a negative light anymore.

A small part of Abbacchio wants to go back to be the man with the string sense of justice he once used to be. You're a constant reminder that just because he made a mistake, that doesn't mean he can't make up for it or has to live stick in the past forever.

And just when he starts to respect you... You change too-

What the?- Is this really the Y/N he knows? The stern, serious one? The wise one? The responsible one?

Is he startled? Yes, yes absolutely. Then again, he HAS to admit to himself that you being in his life has led to him modifying his own behavior quite a lot, so he shouldn't be that surprised about you being different from your usual self as well.

He's not the best with your awkward or sensitive side, but he does what he can. He knows that emotional support is something he just has to give in a relationship, so he sucks it up and never makes you feel embarrassed for what you do or say.

He's most likely amused by your romantic nature and may think it's kinda cheesy, but he secretly loves it with all his heart, and wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Trish 🎙

Ok, Trish is a bit conflicted when it comes to you.

Like- she doesn't really have anything against you particularly. The thing is, she sort of has very split opinions concerning your behavior.

For example, she admires how stern and professional you are, how you seem to always have stuff under control and never be scared.

At the same time, however, the thinks that you sometimes take things way too seriously, you should learn to let loose a bit more and just enjoy life at it this.

Because of this, she tries to get you to break free from your shell and probably takes you dancing or shopping whenever she has the opportunity to.

Another example is that she loves when you act as her personal life coach. She's a very self-confident going lady and lives for praise...Especially from you, although don't expect her to tell you this often. You're always there to motivate her even on those rare occasions when she isn't feeling her best, she adores you for this.

BUT, she can't stand when you act all pushy and boss her around, she deposed being told what to do and there's a high chance she won't listen to you if she doesn't agree with you...At least during early times.

She'll become more willing to follow your advice if you're patient with her, but she'll always make it very clear that she doesn't think it's the best option.

No but like- the first time she saw you fight, her only thought was "Wtf?!"

She didn't think someone could possibly be as strong as you are, she just exchange concerns looks with Spice girl while encouraging you herself, even if you're already doing great.

"YAAAAS QUEEN SLAAAAY"

Honestly, she doesn't question your personality shift too much. She knows that'd how people are: the more you get to know them, the more you realise they're fundamentally different from what you actually thought of them.

And honestly, since she does also begin to show her softer side herself when you get together, knowing you won't think less of her for being open about her feelings truly makes her glad to have chosen you as her partner.

In return, no matter how awkward you can be, you can expect Trish to 100% support and be there for you at any given time. Although she will tease you for getting flustered if she got the chance to.

She lives for your romantic side, it's literally her ideal relationship coming true. Being courted and loved and feeling all special...God, she adores it.

Rambles to the others about your romantic gestures all the time and will hit in the face with her boot anyone who dares call you cheesy ^^

[door2hevn]

Hello!! Ive been reading a lot of your works lately and safe to say that i am SO addicted to whatever you write, they’re so fun to read and i’d honestly read about hundreds of them if it were honestly possible😭😭 now i also have a request, something i haven’t seen at all yet in any fic i could ever find, Could i request the Bucciaratti team and their S/O meeting their future kid?(approximately somewhere to 15 years old)

Heres the idea basically, their kid is a stand user and somehow was transferred from another timeline by an enemy stand, they basically try and help them out trying to bring them back to their timeline and aswell get to know things about them

Also if its not too much could you make Giorno’s kid inherit Joestar genes?👀 i feel like it would spice things lots more. Thank you so much!!

✿˚｡⋆ Their kid visiting from the future! ⋆｡˚✿

♡‧₊˚✦ Pairing ✦˚₊‧♡: Bucci gang x reader

Fun fact i almost posted this without adding fugo I completely forgot him...cough

Bruno Bucciarati.

The afternoon was quiet until a localized tear in space ripped open right above the dining table. Bruno was on his feet in a fraction of a second, Sticky Fingers manifesting at his side, ready to unzip the threat into pieces.

Instead, a tall, lanky teenager tumbled out of the rift, crashing hard onto the wooden table amidst a scattering of tea cups and paperwork.

The kid groaned, rubbing their head, completely unbothered by the five different Stands currently pointed at their chest. They blinked against the dim lighting, looked straight at Bruno’s frozen, defensive stance, and let out a massive sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god. Dad, you look so young. Did you seriously used to wear that lace undershirt every single day?"

Sticky Fingers vanished instantly. Bruno stood entirely paralyzed, his fingers twitching.

He looked at the kid’s eyes the exact shape and warmth of yours and then at the sharp line of the jaw that mirrored his own in the mirror every morning. The realization hit him like a physical blow to the chest, leaving him breathless.

Once the initial shock passes and the team confirms there are no immediate enemy Stand users lurking in the immediate vicinity, Bruno’s maternal and paternal instincts fuse into an impenetrable wall of protection.

He gently helps the teenager down from the table, his hands trembling slightly as he brushes dust off their shoulders. He doesn't care about the timeline anomalies or the paradoxes all he cares about is that his and your child is currently vulnerable in a dangerous past era.

Bruno moves the kid to the kitchen. He makes them a plate of food, pouring juice, his eyes never leaving their face. He is hyper-attentive to every gesture.

When he notices the kid has a habit of tapping their fingers when they're nervous a trait they picked up directly from you a soft, incredibly tender smile breaks through his usual stoic composure.

Bruno subtly tries to ask about the future without breaking any cosmic rules, but the kid is too smart. They smile fondly, leaning back in their chair. "You're worrying too much, Papa. You always do. In my timeline, you still have that exact same look on your face whenever Mom/Dad goes out late for groceries."

Hearing that he successfully builds a life with you, that he survives the brutal mafia underworld to become a father who provides a peaceful Sunday-dinner life, fills Bruno with a profound sense of purpose. He will tear the city apart to find the Stand user who sent them here, ensuring their bright future remains intact.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨

Leone Abbachio.

Abbacchio was sitting in the darkest corner of the room, sipping a glass of wine, wanting absolutely nothing to do with the world. Without warning, the air in front of him began to ripple like water, emitting a low, distorted grinding sound.

Abbacchio’s eyes narrowed, his glass hitting the floor and shattering as Moody Blues manifested, its digital face flashing rapidly as it tried to process the temporal anomaly.

With a heavy thud, a teenager crashed through the rift, landing roughly on their hands and knees right at Abbacchio’s feet.

Moody Blues raised a massive, heavy fist, ready to crush the intruder into the floorboards. Abbacchio stepped forward, his face twisted into a terrifying, lethal glare. But the teenager didn't look up with fear. They slowly raised their head, pushed back their hair, and stared directly into Abbacchio’s eyes.

Abbacchio froze. The kid had your exact, unmistakable gaze the same color, the same intensity but the structure of their face, the sharp, stern set of their mouth, and the quiet, guarded way they held their shoulders was a mirror image of his own.

The teenager blinked, looking at the spilled wine, and let out a dry, low chuckle that sounded identity-theft levels of identical to Abbacchio’s own laugh. "Classic even 18 years ago, you were dropping your drinks, Dad."

Abbacchio’s initial defense mechanism is denial. He is a former cop and a hardened criminal he doesn't believe in miracles or happy accidents

He keeps Moody Blues active, forcing the Stand to replay the exact moment of the kid’s arrival over and over, searching for any sign of an illusion or a psychological trap designed by an enemy to break him. He glares at the teenager from across the room, his posture rigid and cold.

The teenager however, knows exactly how their father operates. They don't try to hug him or force a connection. Instead, they walk over to the record player in the corner, pick out an old, obscure jazz album Abbacchio secretly loves, and put it on. They sit on the couch, staring out the window with the exact same brooding expression Abbacchio wears every day.

"You don't have to look at me like I'm a ghost," the kid says quietly, their voice softening. "Mom/Dad told me you used to be a tough guy. But at home, you're the one who makes the coffee every morning and sits on the porch with them until the sun comes up."

The mention of a peaceful future with you a future where he isn't haunted by his past, where he is allowed to love and be loved, and where he raised a kid who isn't afraid of his darkness completely shatters Abbacchio’s defenses.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't join the rest of the team's loud celebrations. But during the final confrontation with the enemy Stand user, Abbacchio fights with a terrifying, merciless ferocity. He ensures the path back to the future is completely cleared.

Before the kid steps through the portal, Abbacchio walks up to them, places a heavy, protective hand on their head for just a second, and murmurs, "Take care of your mother/father. I'll be there soon."

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨

Guido Mista.

Mista was sitting at the kitchen table, meticulously cleaning his revolver, counting out his bullets. One, two, three... five, six. He was just about to load the cylinder when a bizarre, localized vortex opened right over his head. A heavy combat boot came crashing down first, landing squarely on the table, scattering his bullets everywhere.

"CHE CAZZO!" Mista yelled, falling backward off his chair, his gun raised and aimed at the intruder before he even hit the floor.

The teenager was sitting on the table, holding their ankle, groaning. Six small voices suddenly shrieked in absolute delight. The Sex Pistols instantly abandoned Mista, flying through the air and swarming around the teenager’s face, rubbing against their cheeks and squeaking happily. "They smell like boss and the pretty one!"

The teenager laughed, letting Number 3 sit on their shoulder. They looked down at Mista, who was still flat on his back, staring up with his jaw hanging open. "Hey, Dad. Glad to see your aim is still good. Now help me up, my leg is asleep."

The dynamic between Mista and the teenager is an absolute riot. They are practically cut from the same cloth.

Within two hours, Mista is showing them how to quick-draw, and the kid is showing off their own Stand which happens to be a localized luck-manipulation ability that perfectly complements Mista’s marksman skills. They spend the afternoon trading bad jokes and complaining about how strict Bruno is.

While they act like best friends, Mista’s deeper, incredibly protective nature shines through when things get serious. He stays glued to the kid’s side during the hunt for the enemy user, his hand always resting on his holster.

When the kid casually mentions how Mista still treats you like a emperor in the future how he leaves love notes around the kitchen and refuses to go on missions without kissing you goodbye

Mista rubs the back of his neck, grinning like a total fool. He ruffles the kid’s hair roughly. "Yeah? Well, of course I do. Your mom/dad is the best thing that ever happened to me. Now let's go kick this Stand user's ass so you can get back home."

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨

Narancia Ghirga.

Narancia was in the middle of blasting his music, dancing around the living room with a bag of chips, when a violent vacuum of air suddenly popped directly in front of him.

Aerosmith deployed automatically, its radar spinning wildly as a heavy object dropped from mid-air, landing squarely on top of Narancia. Both of them went down in a tangled heap of limbs, chips flying everywhere.

"WHAT THE HELL! ENEMY ATTACK!" Narancia shrieked, scrambling backward on his hands and knees, pointing a finger wildly at the intruder.

The teenager sat up, shaking crushed potato chips out of their hair, looking incredibly annoyed. They looked at Narancia, then at the scattered snacks, and let out a loud groan. "Are you serious? Even in the past, you're knocking over food? Mom/Dad told me you never changed!"

They reached into their pocket, pulling out a switchblade with a custom handle that matched Narancia’s exact design aesthetic, using it to absentmindedly clean their fingernails. Narancia froze, his eyes darting from the knife, to the kid's face, to the team running into the room.

Narancia cannot handle the concept of time travel, let alone the concept of himself as a parent. For the first thirty minutes, he keeps circling the kid like a suspicious dog, poking their shoulder and asking if they’re a shape-shifting Stand.

But the kid matches his energy perfectly getting offended, yelling back, and eventually summoning their own Stand, which looks like a stylized, upgraded version of Aerosmith’s mechanical aesthetic blended with your own Stand's properties.

Once the truth settles in, Narancia’s brain flips a switch. He goes from terrified to completely ecstatic. He starts bragging to Mista immediately, dragging the 15 year old around by the arm.

They end up sitting on the floor together, sharing a new bag of snacks, while the kid gives Narancia "future tips" (mostly about video games and music trends that won't exist for a decade).

Despite acting like a teenager himself, the moment the kid mentions that the enemy Stand user in the future actually made you cry out of worry before the kid was pulled into the portal, Narancia’s entire demeanor changes.

The goofy smile vanishes. His eyes go dark, and Aerosmith revs its engine so loudly the windows rattle. He becomes hyper aggressive about the tracking mission.

When it’s finally time for the kid to return to the portal, Narancia throws his arms around them, squeezing so tight the kid gasps for air. "Tell Mom/Dad I'm gonna protect you guys forever! Don't you dare forget how cool I am!"

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno was reviewing local territory maps when the temperature in the room spiked dramatically. A golden, shimmering distortion localized in the corner accompanied by a heavy, rhythmic heartbeat sound that resonated through the floorboards.

Gold Experience manifested instinctively, its fists raised. With a loud crack, the distortion imploded, and a teenager dropped onto the leather sofa.

The kid didn't cry or panic. Instead, they immediately rolled to their feet, landing in a flawlessly dramatic, sharp pose, one hand on their hip and the other pushing back a stray lock of hair. They looked around the room with an intense, unyielding gaze that made the rest of the team instantly uneasy.

Giorno’s breath caught in his throat. Gold Experience’s hand was still raised, but Giorno’s eyes were locked on the teenager’s shoulder. The collar of their jacket had shifted, revealing a distinct, purple, star-shaped birthmark.

Then, the kid looked directly at him, a confident, slightly cocky smirk spreading across their face. "Well. You're definitely smaller than I expected, Pop. But the hair is exactly the same."

Giorno spends the first hour completely mesmerized. He has spent his life feeling disconnected from a true sense of family, yet here is a perfect, living amalgamation of himself, the person he loves most (you), and a strange ancient lineage he barely understands.

The teenager doesn't just have Giorno’s sharp, calculating analytical mind they possess a massive, vibrant personality. They are loud, fiercely passionate, and fiercely protective the pure, unfiltered Joestar gene running hot through their veins.

he sits opposite the teenager, steepling his fingers, his mind working at a million miles per hour.. When he finds out an enemy group targeted the kid just to get to him, Giorno’s expression turns ice-cold. The sheer, quiet malice radiating from him is enough to make Narancia back out of the room, but the teenager just laughs, entirely unfazed by their father's legendary intimidation.

The dynamic between them is beautiful. The kid is a bit of a handful, pacing the room and complaining about how slow the 2001 technology is, but their respect for Giorno is boundless.

During a quiet moment, while the team is out gathering intel, the kid sits next to him. "You know, you still keep their first trinket in your desk drawer at the estate. You look at it every time you have a hard day." Giorno looks away, a rare, genuine flush of color hitting his cheeks.

Knowing that his future self is completely, unapologetically devoted to you and that this magnificent, chaotic kid is the result of that love gives Giorno a quiet, unshakeable pride

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧୨

Pannacotta fugo.

Fugo was in the study, meticulously organizing a stack of translated texts, when a sudden, violent distortion shattered the quiet. The air grew dense, smelling heavily of sulfur and burning paper. Fugo leaped back almost ready to pounce

Before Fugo could launch an attack, a body tumbled through the localized rip in reality, crashing right onto his desk, sending inkwells and books flying. Fugo’s Stand lunged forward, but stopped dead in its tracks when the teenager raised a hand, manifesting a Stand barrier that perfectly deflected the ambient virus pressure.

The teenager sat up, wiping a streak of black ink from their cheek. They looked at the shattered inkwell, then up at Fugo's pale, terrified face. Instead of flinching away from the monster that was Purple Haze, the kid just sighed, a deeply exasperated, highly intellectual expression crossing their features. "Great. Ink on my favorite jacket. You owe me a new one, Dad. And please calm your Stand down, you know it always gets twitchy when you're stressed."

Fugo is internally losing his mind. His greatest fear has always been his own volatile nature the idea that he could hurt the people he cares about. Seeing a fifteen year old child who carries his blood stands before him is an overwhelming emotional shock.

He keeps his distance at first, his hands clenched tightly into fists behind his back, terrified that a lapse in his control might harm them.

The teenager, however, is incredibly perceptive. Inheriting both Fugo’s genius intellect and your grounding, empathetic nature, they immediately see right through his stiff posture.

They don't push him instead, they sit down and begin helping Fugo logically map out the enemy’s Stand parameters on a piece of paper. Watching the kid work through complex temporal equations with a calm, sharp focus makes Fugo’s heart ache with a mixture of intense pride and relief.

The breakthrough happens later in the evening. Fugo is quietly cleaning up the ruined study when the kid walks in and hands him a small, worn fountain pen from their pocket.

"You gave me this on my tenth birthday," the kid says softly. "You taught me how to write, and you never once lost your temper with me. You're a good dad, Fugo. Mom/Dad told me to remind you of that if you ever doubted it." The words hit Fugo like a tidal wave, breaking through years of self-loathing.

When the time comes to send them back, Fugo gently pats their shoulder, his eyes bright with unshed tears, finally believing that a peaceful future with you is actually possible.

[3chocolatemilkshake]

Hi lovely! I’m a bit new to making requests, but I’ve read some of your stories and I really loved them!!

If you’re up for it, could you do some headcanons about married life with the Bucci Gang?

Enjoy your day <3

Of course and bucci gang has been real popular and I hope you enjoy it

Marriage Hcs with Bucci Gang x Fem Reader

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno cares even more when you guys are married

He wont take you on many dates (mainly because of passione)

he'll do it when he can

When he bought you guys a house its in his home town

He'll always make sure he comes home to you

He'll often say "I cant believe Im married to you"

He'll often get flowers for you to help decorate the home

Bruno is still incredibly protective of you

He'll start thinking about starting a family with you

The idea of a nursery and a small baby that has your eyes, it makes him so happy

He will be provider

Will make sure that you live comfortably

Bruno will sometimes make you breakfast but its quick and easy meal since he struggles cooking

Brings pastries to share

Giorno Giovanna

Being married to the boss of passione gets a little hectic

Now that you married to Giorno he makes sure you have you're own protective unit

He assigns Bruno and the others to protect you

Giorno will always make special time just for you

Since he cant be around often

He'll send gifts, flowers, you name it

He will be more intimate

Giorno is the wait until marriage kinda of guy

Often more than not he'll buy things that remind him of you just for himself

HE WILL PROVIDE

you'll try your best to pay for stuff and he will refuse

he will make a day a week just for you

He has picture of your guys wedding on his desk

Thinks about starting a family

Leone Abbacchio

questions why you married him

he always has a picture of the wedding with him

denies it to you

He's incredibly proud secretly

Thats my wife kinda guy (never says it out loud)

isnt vocal about it but is very proud of your guys marriage

will always gift you things you mention off hand

is scared of losing you because he's in the Mafia

is very protective of you even more now that you are married

he wears his wedding ring 24/7 365

Remebers every anniversary doesn't say anything though

he will be MORE clingy

denies it to hell and back

Pannacotta Fugo

He was speechless when he saw you in your dress

always has pictures of the wedding

ever since he married you his rage slowly died out

he still gets angry but becomes less explosives

similar to the other gets paranoid about you being in danger about him being in the mafia

Has thought about a family

never forget about anniversaries

Fugo will be incredibly defensive of you in public

"That's my wife you are hitting on" kind of guy

he'll help you in the kitchen

If you know how to dance you'll guide him through dancing

Buys flowers not to often but he spends time on them to make the flowers even prettier

invisioned your guys children having his eyes and your smile

Narancia Ghirga

He was close to tears when he saw you in your dress

Has a playlist dedicated to you

He will always take you on dates

at times does get worried about you and your safety

He'll try helping you out when it comes to dinner (fails but he tried)

Narancia will brag constantly about him being married

Big family man

Always dreamed of having kids

He would be the father he wished he had

has a whole wall of just pictures of you guys

When he holds you at night he'll whisper

"Im luckiest guy on the planet"

Narancia will forget anniversaries but he'll make it up by spoiling you

Loves making you laugh

Guido Mista

carries a picture of you with him at all times

He's still really flirty even after you guys got married

when ever he goes on missions he'll see a new house or beautiful place and thinks about settling there with you

He'll think about whenever the mission gets tough

"Its all for her"

He'll occasionally forget anniversaries but does his best to make it up to you

He wouldn't hate the idea of having the family

just make sure the baby isn't born on a 4th day of the month

loves when you meet narancia and his friends

He'll request Giorno to take of you in case he doesn't live

Mista hates thinking about it but just in case

He loves dancing in the kitchen with you

Ahh I remember when I was requesting for the first time well I hope you enjoyed

[3chocolatemilkshake]

Hi lovely! I’m a bit new to making requests, but I’ve read some of your stories and I really loved them!!

If you’re up for it, could you do some headcanons about married life with the Bucci Gang?

Enjoy your day <3

Of course and bucci gang has been real popular and I hope you enjoy it

Marriage Hcs with Bucci Gang x Fem Reader

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno cares even more when you guys are married

He wont take you on many dates (mainly because of passione)

he'll do it when he can

When he bought you guys a house its in his home town

He'll always make sure he comes home to you

He'll often say "I cant believe Im married to you"

He'll often get flowers for you to help decorate the home

Bruno is still incredibly protective of you

He'll start thinking about starting a family with you

The idea of a nursery and a small baby that has your eyes, it makes him so happy

He will be provider

Will make sure that you live comfortably

Bruno will sometimes make you breakfast but its quick and easy meal since he struggles cooking

Brings pastries to share

Giorno Giovanna

Being married to the boss of passione gets a little hectic

Now that you married to Giorno he makes sure you have you're own protective unit

He assigns Bruno and the others to protect you

Giorno will always make special time just for you

Since he cant be around often

He'll send gifts, flowers, you name it

He will be more intimate

Giorno is the wait until marriage kinda of guy

Often more than not he'll buy things that remind him of you just for himself

HE WILL PROVIDE

you'll try your best to pay for stuff and he will refuse

he will make a day a week just for you

He has picture of your guys wedding on his desk

Thinks about starting a family

Leone Abbacchio

questions why you married him

he always has a picture of the wedding with him

denies it to you

He's incredibly proud secretly

Thats my wife kinda guy (never says it out loud)

isnt vocal about it but is very proud of your guys marriage

will always gift you things you mention off hand

is scared of losing you because he's in the Mafia

is very protective of you even more now that you are married

he wears his wedding ring 24/7 365

Remebers every anniversary doesn't say anything though

he will be MORE clingy

denies it to hell and back

Pannacotta Fugo

He was speechless when he saw you in your dress

always has pictures of the wedding

ever since he married you his rage slowly died out

he still gets angry but becomes less explosives

similar to the other gets paranoid about you being in danger about him being in the mafia

Has thought about a family

never forget about anniversaries

Fugo will be incredibly defensive of you in public

"That's my wife you are hitting on" kind of guy

he'll help you in the kitchen

If you know how to dance you'll guide him through dancing

Buys flowers not to often but he spends time on them to make the flowers even prettier

invisioned your guys children having his eyes and your smile

Narancia Ghirga

He was close to tears when he saw you in your dress

Has a playlist dedicated to you

He will always take you on dates

at times does get worried about you and your safety

He'll try helping you out when it comes to dinner (fails but he tried)

Narancia will brag constantly about him being married

Big family man

Always dreamed of having kids

He would be the father he wished he had

has a whole wall of just pictures of you guys

When he holds you at night he'll whisper

"Im luckiest guy on the planet"

Narancia will forget anniversaries but he'll make it up by spoiling you

Loves making you laugh

Guido Mista

carries a picture of you with him at all times

He's still really flirty even after you guys got married

when ever he goes on missions he'll see a new house or beautiful place and thinks about settling there with you

He'll think about whenever the mission gets tough

"Its all for her"

He'll occasionally forget anniversaries but does his best to make it up to you

He wouldn't hate the idea of having the family

just make sure the baby isn't born on a 4th day of the month

loves when you meet narancia and his friends

He'll request Giorno to take of you in case he doesn't live

Mista hates thinking about it but just in case

He loves dancing in the kitchen with you

Ahh I remember when I was requesting for the first time well I hope you enjoyed

[moviecritc]

crybaby!johnny joestar nsfw headcanons ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw: mdni, sub!johnny, dacryphilia, dumbification, edging

crybaby!johnny joestar who lives in a constant pout if you don't touch him. He's a needy and physical man, he loves when you have your hands on him. Not even in a sexual way, but just your arms resting on his shoulders, playing with his hair, hands around his waist or just simple hand holding. He likes feeling you. At all time.

crybaby!johnny joestar who, when you first had sex together, you were sure he would be a mean dominant guy, but when your hands wrapped around his dick, he was gone. Soft whimpers and whines, ragged breathing and eyes shut.

crybaby!johnny joestar who turns into the biggest puppy the second you start riding him. His hips buck up all desperate and shaky, but when you pin his wrists above his head he just melts, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes while he sobs out your name. He loves it when you lean down and whisper how pretty he looks falling apart for you.

crybaby!johnny joestar who gets so whiny when you edge him. He will literally start crying real tears, lips all pouty and trembling as he begs you to let him cum. "Please baby, please I can't take it anymore, I need you so bad." His voice cracks every single time and it makes you want to ruin him even more.

crybaby!johnny joestar who years for your praise, asking if he's doing it right, if he's being good, telling you that he's a brave boy and that he can take everything you give him.

crybaby!johnny joestar who's obsessed when you fuck him dumb. Loves when you tease him until he can't think about anything else but you and cumming while you coo at him about how he doesn't need to think when he's with you. His eyes get all glassy and he starts nodding dumbly, little sobs slipping out between moans because he really does get so stupid for you.

crybaby!johnny joestar who clings to you after he cums. Face buried in your neck, sniffling and whimpering while you stroke his hair and tell him what a good boy he was. His legs wrapping around you so you can't pull away even if you wanted to. He needs the aftercare just as much as the sex itself.

crybaby!johnny joestar who pouts and huffs the whole day if you tease him in public but don't finish what you started. He'll follow you around the house with those big sad eyes, tugging at your shirt until you finally drag him to bed and make him sob into the pillows again. He just can't help it. He needs his pretty girlfriend to put him in his place.

crybaby!johnny joestar who gets the cutest little hiccuping sobs when you overstimulate him. Body twitching, dick all sensitive and leaking, but he still spreads his legs wider for you because he wants to make you proud. Even when he's a total mess, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, he's still mumbling "thank you, thank you" between broken moans.

a/n: he doesn't die cause he the main character

taglist: @zucu @kentonanamishousewife @jh0pesjuicylefttoe @pomegranate-shortcake @munji-tunji

[adeadcreator]

Helloo. This gonna be my first time requesting, kinda nervous 😭. Can i request a headcannon for Kars x pillarwoman reader. Where they've been married to each other for as long as they can remember, and hes just whipped for her.

Yes of course!!! I hope enjoy :3

Your marriage has lasted longer than entire species. Literal millennia. The dinosaurs died and your love did not. Period.

Kars acts all almighty and superior in front of others…but when it’s just you two?

He’s touching your face gently like “I could destroy the sun itself, but your beauty outshines it.”

If any other being even looks at you wrong? Kars turns his head with that murderous slow stare “Do you value your existence?”

He ALWAYS stands slightly behind you in meetings or battles. Not because you’re lesser but because you are the one thing he protects above all.

Wamu and Esidisi have SEEN him soften…They pretend they haven’t for their own survival.

You’re the only person allowed to tease him. You brush a strand of his hair and he ACTUALLY smiles. “Do it again…” he quietly requests.

When you sleep (or stasis, or whatever Pillarpeople do), he watches over you like an ancient dragon guarding treasure.

You tell him to rest too and he scoffs but if you lay down? He’s immediately at your side.

Wrapped around you like a snake, protective tail and all. You could say anything and he believes you.

“Kars, I think the moon is flirting with me.”

“I shall destroy it.”

You calm the raging god inside him. One hand on his chest and he stops, breath slowing, eyes full of you.

When you fight alongside him? He is distracted, admiring your strength, your grace. “Beautiful. Elegant. Deadly.”

He’s whispering poetry while someone’s trying to kill him

He doesn’t say “I love you” often but he brings you gifts. A rare gemstone… a flower extinct for 20,000 years…trophies from empires that no longer exist.

To him, you are perfection, the only being worthy to rule eternity with him.

When he imagines the future:

Not ruling humans.

Not conquering the sun.

Just you and him, side by side, forever.

“Let the universe fear me. I only live for you.”

[maestroinheaven]

Hello fellow Kars fan, this request is a bit odd and if you are not comfortable writing it that’s totally fine. I am quite deprived of Thunder McQueen x reader and I have grown quite fond of your works. It would be delightful if it could be a NSFW also. Thank you.

⚡︎˖ ࣪ Am I Your Romeo? Thunder McQueen x Fem Reader NSFW ⚡︎˖ ࣪

ദ്ദി •⩊• ) HI PLEASE TAKE THIS OFF MY HANDS IT GOT WAY TOO FILTHY LMAO

I feel bad bc there’s not a ton a ton of McQueen in this, most of it is the smut. But I hope you enjoy! And yeah I genuinely had to look up who he was bc I forgor 🧍also sorry for the still image there is one (1) gif of him and it’s not attractive

Notes: faking sleeping with people to steal money, slut shaming (reminder to sleep with whoever you want just be safe… this is not), needy McQueen, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, choking, accidentally cumming inside, slightly dubious consent, self deprecation

Stand: Kiss N Tell

Ability: Can make the target feel illusory sensations, positive or negative.

“You don’t think I can do it?”

“Shit, dude, quit it with that ‘dare me to’ bull. If you just wanna fuck, you can say that.”

“Huh? Who are you calling a whore?”

“The whore is calling from inside the house.”

Releasing the lollipop from your mouth with an audible slurp, you flip off your bunkmate with your free hand, melting off the side of your bed with your shoulders nearly brushing the ground. By this point you’d pretty much perfected how to slide and squirm around it to lay or sit in any position, though not for the reason your friends insinuated.

Allie shakes her head, wispy blue hair fried as hell, leaning back in the bolted down chair. “It would be way easier to just threaten the dude, wouldn’t it? What’s the damn catch?” She asks. Like she could give advice looking like that.

“That’s just it.” You snap your fingers and look at her pointedly. She raises an eyebrow. You continue, waggling your fingers in a mockery of someone telling a ghost story, “Apparently he’s so desperate to kill himself, threatening him won’t work. I heard it from Hermes.”

Allie snorts. “Hermes? Fuck dude, that’s on you for believing her, she’s fucking fiending for money. Bet she already got it and just wants to see you catch something.”

You shake your head. “Nah, Hermes and I don’t have anything against each other.”

“Then why would she even tell you?”

You shrug a shoulder, saying, “Just making story I guess. Apparently he’s out of the infirmary by now so he’s back to wandering and cleaning.”

She blows a raspberry.

Your tongue rolls around the candy again before you give up and bite into it. Crunching like glass, it becomes chewy before you know it and you suck at your teeth. Allie rolls her eyes.

“Like I said, I think she just wants to see you laid up with a broken pussy.”

“But what if it was broken in a different way?” You posit.

“Oh you fucking SLUT!” She half yells, and you, cackling, roll to the side to avoid the pen she throws at you. Your blue stained tongue pokes out, and you sigh. Damn.

“Be for real, I probably won’t. But I am curious.”

“Just don’t get something that’ll come back to me okay?”

“Okay actually, did someone actually start spreading shit that I fuck without a condom?” You ask, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the… well yeah, it’s technically a bed. But Allie shakes her head.

“I’unno, just saying.”

You roll your eyes. Helpful as a fucking ant.

“I don’t. Tell me anyone you hear saying it so I can take a swing at them,” you say, sliding off and stretching your arms above your head with a yawn.

“So you mind telling me where you get your condoms ?”

“Starting your whore arc too?” You tease. She flips you off.

“No, but I might have a newbie who’s been desperate for some because she’s infatuated with some guy and my cash isn’t stretching where I need.” She exhales, and raises a brow at you. “So, who’s your guy?”

“Annemarie, she’s got like five different brands and Plan B. Go nuts,” you reply, and start walking out of your cell. “And don’t let your girl get my name because I'm not selling mine.”

“She don’t want anything used.”

You flip her off again over your shoulder and slip into the rest of the inmates, milling about lazily.

The stone city isolated from the rest of society had the same quiet, though occasionally erratic, rhythm of those on shore. Mornings were punctuated with calls from acquaintances across the walkways the same way streets were disrupted by cars honking, midday rushes to make sure the best of the lunch available was saved for them, and grumbling over the activities of the evening— nothing ever gets done, and none of the fun activities are fun enough. Not for you, though.

Grinning to yourself, you trail your hand over the gummy railing for only a minute before picking it up and shoving it in your pocket. A finger trails over the hidden inner pocket you’d sewn in, perfectly camouflaged into the way the uniform folded. It was the right size to fit about a thousand in hundred dollar bills— and you just heard a reason to stitch in four more of them.

Allie knew jack. You’d keep it that way as long as possible, all of it: Hermes letting you see a weird locket that she was trying to get rid of and getting sick after getting scratched by it, how you woke up with hallucinations of a crowd of small, blue skinned fairy-looking creatures with purple eyes that no matter how much you drank or slept, wouldn’t go away. And that when you finally interacted with them, touching one with a hesitant pinkie, that pinkie felt like it had been chewed off and you howled with pain until Allie slapped your cheek. The stun turned your attention back to the hand, where your pinkie was perfectly intact.

Realizing you could make people feel things that weren’t there… well, what else was there to do, but scheme?

What Hermes, Allie, and over half of the men you’d “slept with” didn’t know, was that your little troop, named “Kiss N Tell”, had swindled these guys out of their orgasm, plus any valuables they had. Last asshole had the audacity to hit your ass, and for that you’d also snapped a Polaroid for blackmail potential.

Even if he did have some weird ability, there was no way this guy could do anything.

You hop off the last step and roll your shoulders. Beelining to the infirmary sounded like a bad idea, and you didn’t want to injure yourself just for this. Besides, you think, scratching your temple, what was it Hermes had said?

“He took my cash when I was laid up. Jackass managed to slip his fingers right between the bars…” she muttered, kicking a book in the corner of her cell. “Tch.”

“And you got it back?” You asked. Leaning against the entrance to her cell, you traced a graffiti mark deciphering… what the hell was it a picture of? It was faded and distorted as hell. Cell must have last been cleaned minimum of a year ago.

“Yeah. He’s a bit of a crybaby, but he was tough. Says he didn’t kill the girl he was convicted of offing, not on purpose, and it was a gunshot, but…” Black two-strand twists bump against each other as she tilts her head. She says, slower, as if in thought, “I think he probably could hurt someone, if he was cornered. Gotta be a little muscular if he’s a janitor.” There was something strange to her tone— overly contained. Hiding something.

“Hm.” You tapped against the wall. Hermes raised a brow.

“Going after him?” The joke was teetering on the edge of her tongue, but ultimately she held it. Though the two of you had spent similar lengths inside facilities, you’d been in Green Dolphin longer and you were technically her senior— you didn’t lord it over her though, it was way more worth to keep her as an ally.

“Sure, but it gets the job done.” You stuck out your tongue at her and left, practically skipping down the hallway with a grin. You have to suppress it now, as you meander to the water fountain line.

“Oi, Y/N.”

You look up, and give a disinterested nod to the girl who sneerss down her stumpy, thrice broken nose at you. Her eyes aren’t that bad, or the rest of her face, really, but her posture and pale complexion made her gangly, like a spider. You hide a snort.

She bares her teeth. “Nodding? Bitch, after the audacity you had?”

“‘Unno what you’re talking about, but sorry?” You reply, and shuffle forward in line. Great, what now? Didn’t seem like the other inmate wanted this sitch over quick either. You’d wanted to go to the library before anything else, and all the good seats filled up around this hour.

“You fuck my boyfriend and think you can get away without me knowing?”

Ohhhh. Christ, that was it?

This was the second time this had happened. Of course, you probably didn’t even sleep with the guy, but if someone saw you two disappearing together… ugh, you thought you had been discreet. You exhale, and hold up your hands.

“Didn’t know. He’s the one that came onto me, y’know. Maybe we should both get better taste in guys,” you say, before turning to the water fountain and pressing in the button to sip.

Only for your head to be pushed to the cold metal, your hand slipping off the button but not in time to stop the flow of water. It trickles down your forehead, in your nose a little as your lips pinch between the edge of the fountain and your teeth. You taste copper. Cursing, you try to look at her out the corner of your eye. God, that was stupid.

“Listen, you fucking whore. Everybody knows you fuck anything with half a pulse, you’d probably hit up hospice if you could convince those dying assholes to give you half their shit. You really think I’m gonna think he came on to you?”

You grit your teeth. The money. Just think about that. So close, you were so close to having decent savings. Your term wasn’t too much longer. You couldn’t cause a scene. Exhaling, you concentrate.

C’mon.

Kiss N Tell slides down your arm, little shaky, trembly figures with chittering wings. The girl spits; it lands warm, and slimy on your cheek.

“Answer me whe—“

Suddenly, the pressure on your temple releases. Sucking in a deep breath and stumbling to your feet, you just catch her flailing, nearly falling over and clutching her arm as your Stand hovers around it, hissing like a burning stovetop.

A few other inmates have whipped around, pointed their heads towards the commotion.

Dammit, dammit. Screw her.

Without another thought, you turn and pivot to the hall, running past the other inmates and towards the infirmary access. Through burning eyes, you just barely catch a glimpse of some green haired girl giving you a wide eyed look, before you slip away.

-

Sniffing, you take a shuddery breath and rub the ice to your lip. Your reddened face hadn’t quite been enough to keep you in the infirmary, but really you weren’t even sure you should go at all. Just because your term was ending so soon… ould it have made you look like you’d gone soft?

Shit. You were so, so close.

As you shuffle down the hall, your head wanders to the girl who had jumped you. The guy who she talked about… you thought you knew who it was. Dampish, limp hair, pretty nice shoulders, but dull. He had a movie you’d wanted, and you’d swiped it after he was dazed out in a glow from Kiss N Tell. He was like the most of the guys you’d taken a little something from— one mouth against another, then let the ability fill him with pleasure, easily overwhelming so that some finished without you even unbuttoning their pants. The memory grants you a brief reprieve, even if your smile makes you wince. Ugh.

Can’t give up now though. Can’t worry about just another stupid girl. A few more months, they would be nothing but a memory, and you could be coasting. Just had to keep under the radar. Keep making money.

You fuck anything with half a pulse.

Stupid insult. But it does make you sniffle again, despite yourself. Damn. It didn’t matter. It doesn’t.

So lost in thought, you almost fall and injure yourself again when another inmate bumps into you.

For a moment, you lose your footing, but, grabbing onto a pipe, you quickly regain it and glare up at the asshole who decided to make your day even worse. For real… thank god you caught the pipe, going to the infirmary twice in the span of a fucking hour?

“Hey, watch where the hell you’re going, would you?”

A huskier voice than you expected murmurs, “Oh… I’m sorry.”

Huh?

Sucking in a deep breath, you straighten, and blink a few times to adjust to the low light. The yellow light flickers in dying bulbs. And your heart pulses erratically, matching its rhythm.

This wasn’t….

But you were pretty sure it was. You hadn’t gotten the most vivid description from Hermes, but how many inmate janitors were there? And he was decently muscular— you must have solidly ran right into his shoulder. Tall, blond hair pushed and styled back, shiny blue eyes downturned and focused on you with long lashes. Not too bad looking, all things concerned. Two large hands clutch a mop in one of the dingiest blue buckets you’d ever seen.

And if he had five thousand dollars…

You inhale. Maybe you were just proving that bitch from earlier right, but… ah, hell. Scratching your temple, you give him a sweet smile. He tenses.

“No, it’s… it’s okay. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Don’t think I’ve run into you before.”

“No…. Don’t recognize you,” he mumbles. Using the mop handle as leverage he pulls the bucket closer to him, the wheel squeaking as he nudges it to the side a little. “Should I?”

“N-no… I haven’t been this way in a while. Might come back a few more now,” you murmur to yourself. He tilts his head.

“Didja say something?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Nothing. What’s your name?”

His cheeks almost immediately pinken. It draws a giggle from you— seriously, that easily?

“You’re asking my name…? The last time someone asked…” he frowns, and rubs his temple. “I feel like something bad happened.”

Hmm. Was that when he met Hermes? Did he have memory issues, maybe? You mirror his expression and take a step closer, pulling the ice from your lip. As you do, his eyes trail to the puffy skin, giving you more of a natural pout than before.

“That sounds awful… but I promise, I’m just making conversation,” you say, holding up your hands where he can see them. Admittedly, you might be pushing your chest out a little, and his eyes do trail there.

Four more months. Four more. And you deserved a break. May as well just let the rumor be true for the moment, you think bitterly.

“My name is Y/N. Now we’re even, yeah?” You inch just a little closer. The man doesn’t budge. But he doesn’t back up either. He swallows.

“The last time a pretty girl asked my name… something… I don’t know…” he mumbles, and looks at you with a sad expression. “McQueen.”

“McQueen?” Bingo. You smile easily, letting a hand trail across your shoulder before dropping it. “I like it. Sounds cute. But in a fun way,” you tease, and lean against the wall. His eyes widen.

“Cute?”

“Yeah. You’re pretty cute. Too cute to be locked up here.”

McQueen’s expression shifts. For a moment, something darker seems to stir the deep blue of his eyes, but it’s gone. “You’re just flattering me.”

“I’m not, I promise. You really don’t believe me?” Pouting, your lower lip grabs his attention again. A thin tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “Kinda makes me sad, McQueen… I thought we were getting somewhere.”

“I’m sorry… cute girls like you, they don’t really talk to me. They think I’m a monster who should drown himself under the bridge…” he half moans. His head lolls back.

Cripes. Hermes wasn’t lying. Types like these usually backed down though. Just have to push.

“I don’t think that. How could I? I just met you,” you protest, and reach out to just slightly trail your hand down his arm. McQueen’s gaze snaps straight to it and his face reddens more. Hairs prickle under your hand. “And I’d like to know you more….”

“R-really?”

“Mmhmm.” Mischief lighting up your eyes, you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Though if you’re itching to lose your breath, I could just suffocate you between my thighs.”

Funnily enough, he chokes— his eyes widening, lowering shamefully to where your chest brushes his, before flickering back up to meet your look. Damn, he was cute. Overgrown school boy kind of way, his pupils blown out with desire already. As you press closer, a thrill goes down your spine feeling his arousal swelling against the inside of your leg.

“You really…” he swallows again, and lets go of the mop. It bumps against the wall with a clack, the bucket making it a few inches before stopping. “You really would let me do that? Someone like me?”

“Only if you wanna. I don’t like hearing you be so mean to yourself, you know? I wanna get to know you more before I call you a monster.” You reach up to let your fingers trail down his chest— broader, and stronger than you thought, you notice appreciatively, and say, “And I’m sure you know a lot of good spots to chat.”

Kiss N Tell hums at your side, each little being starting to crawl towards him from your torso.

“Y/N…”

He tilts your head up. You see that bit of emotion again; it’s something possessive, you realize, as his grip tightens, and a hand hovers around your hip, trembling. One being of your Stand hops onto it and begins to brush its little hands against it.

“I can really… can I kiss you?”

“Mmhmm. Go ahead, Mc—mmph!”

Clumsily, he presses his lips to yours.

Kiss N Tell squeaks and disorients— you practically fall into him, cheeks warming and eyelids fluttering shut. The hand at your hip takes hold, slides around to your back, pressing your body to his, hungrily, more than anyone else. Shivers run throughout your body.

He’s a little inexperienced, pushing his lips against yours over and over, stealing your breath, crushing you against his torso, but it’s overwhelming in too good of a way— your Stand draws back to you, confused, and you weakly will it to drift over his hands again.

Your arms lock around his neck, trembling as he walks you backwards. Where were you going? Panic surfaces in your head briefly, but the lack of oxygen from how desperately he kisses you… fuck.

His hands shake. Blearily, you register Kiss N Tell marching up his arms and clinging to his hips. But McQueen is still walking you back, turning you, down another hallway that’s darker than the one you were just in. Your stomach flips as you’re pressed against the wall, cold, gritty, the individual particulates in the concrete scratching you through your shirt. You hiss into his mouth. He moans against yours.

When he finally pulls back, a trail of saliva connects you two. Your sore lip throbs, and you swear you taste blood on your tongue. Dazed, you look up— and freeze.

His face… it teeters on delirium, how his own kiss-swollen lips are parted, the blue eyes heavily lidded and rimmed with long lashes that darken his expression further. Kiss N Tell glows on his torso and down towards his crotch, which, you glance at— oh, shit.

“Maybe I am scum…” he says softly, and drops to his knees. You take a deep, shaky breath, but before you can say anything, he tears down your pants in a single motion and turns your breath to a yelp. “Maybe I really am…”

He plants a wet, soft kiss directly to your clit through your underwear. You whine.

Your grip on your Stand is fading fast. It’s as though he’s already overwhelmed by the pleasure as McQueen lays his head against your thigh and inhales deeply, almost embarrassingly, the smell of your arousal and the sweat starting to collect between your legs. His thumbs hook into the flimsy fabric and pull the garment down. As the air hits your bare pussy, you shudder, twitching as his warm breath dusts over your clit.

“Wow… you’re so wet. It’s cute.” He sounds genuinely surprised. He flicks out his tongue and does an experimental, tentative lick, on the underside of the sensitive bud. You clasp your hands to your mouth to hide the sounds.

“But you’re kinda scummy too, aren’t you?…. Y/N.”

What? You glance down at his eyes. His expression is dark.

“You know about it, don’t you?”

“H-hu— UH!”

Just as he did before, he dives into you without giving you a chance to breathe. He laps at your wet folds like a man starved, each ridge of his tongue trailing against the tender flesh. You moan, hands lacing into his hair and gripping tight. It only spurs his administrations, clumsy, overeager, but deliciously intense as he fucks you with his tongue, sucking against your cunt and moaning loudly when your thighs press tightly against the sides of his head. Panting, you’re curling over him just a hair, holding tight to him as your head spins. Shit. Shit.

He rolls the tip of his tongue along your clit before sucking it harshly with a pop. You squeal.

“Mmmm… if I died right here, I would be pretty happy…”

McQueen barely finishes his sentence before he slides his tongue along your soaked pussy, nudging his nose against your sensitive clit as he strokes your insides with his tongue.

Pleasure burns in your abdomen, tightening, as your legs push in against his head tighter, hands shaking around your mouth as your eyes roll back. Fuck. Fuck. You cum on his mouth with a small, broken cry as he groans in satisfaction against you. The vibrations make you tremble, but his hands hold you steadily to the wall.

Slick slides between your thighs when he pulls back with a pop, then kisses your oversensitive clit. Again. And again. Your hands flail against his head, but he holds you there firmly as he licks you, your body heaving, nails scrabbling against him when tears burn your gaze but he refuses to stop until you sob.

“M-McQueen.. s’too much…”

“No, you’ve convinced me.”

Your leg lifts with him, as he stands; hooked over the crook of his elbow, helplessly, you lean against the wall, struggling to focus on him. A vile cocktail of emotion mixed, between you two— the haziness of each of your lust, your terror at what he said before, the determination in his stare. Vaguely you register the sound of a zipper, and the nudging of something warm and blunt against your entrance. Your chin is cupped, pointed towards him.

No… why does he look so sad? It hurts your heart. You lean forward, but he pushes you back, head against the concrete. A whimper slides from your lips.

“You don’t want to be the prison slut anymore, do you?” He asks.

Tears collect at the corners of your eyes. That’s… that’s what he meant. Of course. Of course he knew. The facade your Stand allowed. The ability to take anything you wanted, so long as the other felt even a hint of pleasure or pain. But he doesn’t have an ability, you think foggily. You would see it. You would. But that doesn’t matter right now… does it?

“I don’t,” you whisper.

As if you had granted him permission, as soon as you finish your sentence, he shoves the full length of his cock into your wet cunt.

You choke. Fuck. You hadn’t really fucked in a minute— he’s not the longest but just less thicker than a soda can and bullying your insides so hard you know you’ll be sore. Hell, it’s probably worth it. McQueen’s low, heavy moan in your ear almost makes you cum on the spot, the burn of his dick slowly replaced with pleasure as he humps into you with shallow, desperate thrusts.

“Mm, so good, you feel s-so good,” he whines. Strong hands keep your hips firmly against the wall, forcing you to feel the brunt of his movement.

He bullies your pussy, erratic, short thrusts that scrape against you perfectly. The slightest curve of his head has you twitching, nails ripping into his uniform, clutching to him desperately as you cry. Forget your Stand— he was already in heaven the moment he took your pants off.

“Offering yourself to someone as low as me… you really are sad, aren’t you?”

A hand locks around your throat. As the pressure builds your vision blurs, and you scratch at his shoulders viciously, tears at the corners of your eyes. No. No. He couldn’t.

Shaking your head, you cough on your words, half sobbing— “P-please, M-McQueen, s-so good, please—“

“You like me?” He asks, softly.

Barely, you register his words, and nod, crying freely. His dick is fat, stretching you perfectly, your hands shaking on him as he fucks you, the pressure on your neck insistent and heavy-- damn, did you not deserve this, if everyone thought this of you already?

“I l-like you, McQueen… Lub you, you f-feel so good…” you moan. Your head spins. Babble falls from your lips.

“Love me? You… love me?” His voice shakes. McQueen’s voice shakes as he continues. “If you love me like that, I can finish, can’t I?”

Your heart thrums. No. That wasn’t what you meant at all. But his pubic bone slaps against yours, your pussy clenching as he forces himself into you over and over, moaning, whinging, his need to tip over the edge mirrors yours, eyes rolling back.

Clenching around him again, you feel his shaft pulse and throb, warm cum flooding your abused pussy and leaking around the seal where he fills you.

Your eyes roll back. He pushes himself in a few more times; as if to make sure sure he marks you inside and out, white smeared around your insides and forming a cute little pearl as he pulls out, releasing your neck and you gasp for air.

Your brain is fuzzy. Cunt sore. Your limp body slides against the wall— Kiss N Tell isn’t even conscious, you lost yourself in the sensations a while ago. Gods. He needed you like water in a desert, that’s how he handled your body, as he rubs his leaking cock against your folds. McQueen exhales into your neck.

“Mmm… s-so good…”

“McQueen…”

In a fog, you shake your head. Your body is sore, ecstasy slinking through your veins from the after effects of his movements; fucking you like a toy, your pussy dripping his cum as you suck in breaths, looking up at him under dazed eyelids. McQueen’s expression is blown out with lust, attraction, need— your body trembles under his focus.

The money… where even was it… no, that wasn’t important right now. You look down.

“McQueen.. you came inside…”

“M’sorry..” he mumbles, and, your heart jolting, he rubs his half hard cock against you. “I won’t again… just wanna feel it… please, I could die inside your cunt, just lemme fuck it again, please…”

“McQueeeeeen,” you whine. The fat, swollen head of his cock presses against your hole. God, how was he hard again? “S’much, so

Much—“

“C’mon, you feel so good..” he protests, hands sinking into soft skin. “Lemme. Please. You’re the first girl who’s been this nice to me… I could die with you….”

Your head tilts. Hell. Even if you didn’t want him to. You would let him, would that you? It was too good.

You didn’t have to be the prison whore anymore. Maybe next time you’d get the money out of him... you wonder, head all a tizzy.

You only had one Plan B though. It flickers in your head as you cum again, his fingers sliding against you eagerly, rubbing that spot he knows will make you spineless. Twitching. Back arching. Your fatigued body succumbing to the ecstasy again.

You finally meet his eyes— horribly cold. And yet, filled with lust, a need that you can't get away from. You swallow.

“You pay…another pill, do it n I’ll let you—“

But your words are stolen, breathless, as he forces himself into you again, desperate for your warm pussy, his bare cock splitting you again, your head swimming as he moans and pumps into you again

Hell… maybe you’d leave with his seed still in you. If it was less than six months, why not get a stack of meds, if he was so desperate?

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josuke higashikata and alien!reader spend an evening babysitting jolyne ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ they're trying!

cw: all fluff, jolyne is a menace, art by badturquoise

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Josuke asks you out on a slightly different date, apparently, someone close to his family needs him to look after a six year old child for a few hours and he really really wants you to accompany him. It’s the first time you actually hesitate on spending time with Josuke, only for one reason:

“I don’t know, Josuke… I’ve seen kids in the streets and they creep me out,” you tell him on the phone, playing with the cable.

“What? They’re kids! How can they creep you out?” Josuke asks from the other side of the line. 

“We don’t really have sentient kids on my planet,” you say, biting your lips. “We have capsules where between the ages of one and six accelerates our growth.”

Josuke stays in silence for a few seconds. “...That’s terrible.”

“It’s very practical, actually.”

Josuke doesn’t give up after that, he starts telling you that it will not be that bad and that the kid is actually pretty cool for a six year old. He really wants to do this with you, something about helping family and wanting to show you more normal Earth stuff. You hesitate for a long time but his little please gets to you, agreeing even though the thought of a tiny human still makes you nervous.

When the day comes you walk over to his house after lunch. The door opens before you even knock and there stands Josuke, looking relieved and a bit shy all at once. He pulls you into one of those hugs you love, quick but tight. “Thanks for coming. Seriously. I owe you one,” he whispers against your hair before letting go.

Inside the living room, a huge man with a white hat and a dark expression stands near the couch, arms crossed. Next to him is a tiny girl with bright teal hair and way too much energy for her size. She is bouncing on her toes, already talking a mile a minute about something involving a bug she found outside.

Josuke clears his throat. “Uh, Jotaro-san, this is my friend. The one I told you about.”

You look up at Jotaro Kujo and feel your glow flicker nervously. He is tall, really tall, and his stare is intense. You give a small wave. “Hello. I’m… visiting from far away. Nice to meet you.”

Jotaro grunts, nodding once. “Just keep an eye on her. She bites when she is bored.” 

He glances at you again, eyes narrowing a little because he senses something off but cannot quite place it. You shift on your feet, unsure what to say next. Josuke stands close beside you, his shoulder brushing yours trying to shield you from the awkwardness.

Jolyne tugs on her dad’s coat. “Dad, can we go already? I want to see if Josuke has any cool stuff in his room!”

Jotaro sighs, ruffles her hair roughly and heads for the door. “Call if anything happens. I will be back in four hours.” He gives you one last suspicious look, then leaves without another word. The door clicks shut and the house suddenly feels lighter.

You blink at the empty doorway. “He’s like… the biggest man ever. Is that normal for Earth dads?”

Josuke laughs softly and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, that is just how he is. Come on, let’s sit down before she starts exploring everything.”

Jolyne wastes no time. The second her dad is gone she spins toward you, hands on her hips. “You are Josuke’s girlfriend? You look weird. Why do you glow like that? Can you fight? I can punch really hard, watch!” She swings her little fist in the air and makes explosion sounds with her mouth.

You stare at her, completely lost. Kids on your planet never acted like this, they came out of capsules already knowing basic things and speaking in full sentences if needed. This tiny loud creature with messy hair and zero filter confuses you more than any of Rohan’s questions ever did. 

“I’m not… I don’t think I am his girlfriend,” you say slowly, glancing at Josuke for help. Your cheeks warm and you start glowing a gentle pink. “And I don’t punch. I just… glow sometimes when I am happy. Or nervous.”

Jolyne laughs like that is the funniest thing she has ever heard. “You are glowing right now! That is so cool! Do it again!”

“Uh… I can’t really control it.”

Jolyne groans, rolling her eyes and head. “Boring!”

Josuke chuckles and drops down on the couch, patting the spot next to him. You sit close, your thigh pressing against his. He is being extra sweet today, his hand finds yours under a pillow and gives it a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

“She’s just excited. You are doing great,” he whispers, voice low so only you can hear. His eyes stay on your face like he cannot look away.

You lean into him a little while Jolyne runs off to drag some toys from a box in the corner. “She talks so much. And so fast. Is she always like this?”

He smiles, a cute lopsided one that makes your chest feel fluttery. “She’s harmless. Kinda funny actually.” 

Josuke shifts so his arm rests along the back of the couch behind you, not quite hugging but close enough that you can feel his warmth. Every time Jolyne shouts something he glances at you first, checking if you are okay, making sure you are comfortable. It’s sweet in a way that makes you forget how strange the tiny human is.

Jolyne comes back dragging a stuffed animal and climbs onto the couch between you two, demanding a story. You try to explain a calm tale from your planet but she interrupts every few seconds with questions and dramatic sound effects. Josuke just watches you the whole time, listening more to your voice than to the story, his expression gentle and a little lovesick. When Jolyne gets distracted again with crayons he leans over and whispers near your ear, “You’re really good with her, you know.”

“I’m trying,” you whisper back, shrugging your shoulders. “For you.” 

He looks at you after your words, eyes shining and cheeks pink. He still doesn’t know what to do when you tell him stuff like that all of a sudden. It makes him nervous, you make him nervous.

But Jolyne comes back that moment, spinning in circles right in front of you. “Can I touch your face?”

You blink hard. “Uh, what?”

“Jolyne, that’s a weird thing to ask!” Josuke tells her, tapping her forehead. 

“But she glows!” Jolyne points out. “I’m sure she glows because she likes you, Josuke!”

That makes Josuke snort even if he tries not to, you turn your face towards him, the only thing you want at that moment is lean into him and let him hug you, but that will only make Jolyne more curious about your relationship with him. 

“She’s just my friend, a really good one,” Josuke explains calmly but you catch the way his ears turn red. 

Jolyne narrows her eyes at you, thinking hard and then, she gasps loudly. “ARE YOU AN ALIEN?”

Your mouth falls open, how could a kid like her realize that with just a few questions. It’s insane for you, this kid is not only annoying but incredibly smart.

“How did you… Josuke, how did she know?” You turn towards him with a scared expression in your face, blinking fast and not believing the mind of Jolyne. 

Jolyne’s eyes go super wide and starts bouncing on the couch cushions so hard that the whole thing shakes. 

“You ARE an alien! Oh my gosh, this is the best day ever!” She claps her little hands together and leans in so close you can see the sparkles in her teal hair. Josuke looks kinda panicked next to you, but he squeezes your hand tighter under the pillow

Before you can even think of what to say, Jolyne fires off her first question, practically vibrating with excitement. “Do you have lasers in your eyes? Can you shoot stuff?”

You blink fast, your glow turning a surprised yellow for a second. “No, no lasers. I just glow when I feel stuff really strong. Like right now I’m nervous because you figured me out so quick.”

Jolyne giggles and immediately hits you with the next one, tilting her head. “Can you fly? Show me, please please please!”

“I can’t fly,” you say softly, glancing at Josuke who’s trying not to laugh.

Jolyne doesn’t even give you time to breathe before she asks another one, pointing right at your face. “Do you eat normal food or do you drink spaceship juice? I want to see!”

“I eat normal food now. Josuke made me try milkshake and it’s really good.”

She gasps again and climbs halfway into your lap without asking, her stuffed animal squished between you. “Are there more aliens like you? Do they all look pretty like you?”

Your glow goes soft pink at the compliment and you feel your face heat up. “There are more like me on my planet. Here it’s only me. And we all look different.”

Jolyne’s not done though. “Can you read my mind? What am I thinking right now? Tell me tell me!”

You shake your head, laughing quietly for the first time. “I can’t read minds. I wish I could sometimes, especially when Josuke gets all shy.” You peek at him and he turns even redder, mumbling something about how you’re gonna kill him one day.

The tiny girl squeals and bounces again. “Last one, I promise! Do you have a spaceship parked outside? Can we go see it? Josuke can come too so it’s not scary!”

You bite your lip. “No spaceship here right now,” you tell her gently. “But maybe one day I can show you some cool stuff from my planet. If Josuke says it’s okay.”

Josuke nods right away, his voice soft near your ear. “Yeah, we can do that.” His eyes stay on you like you’re the only thing in the room, even with Jolyne chattering away about how she’s gonna be an alien hunter now.

You keep answering every question Jolyne throws at you, even as the afternoon stretches on and her energy shows no sign of slowing down. She has moved from drawing your planet to trying to teach you a silly dance she made up, hopping around the living room and demanding you copy her moves. You try your best, but your steps are clumsy compared to her wild little spins.

Finally, the front door opens with a heavy click just as Jolyne starts another round of questions. Jotaro steps inside, tall and imposing as ever, hat low over his eyes. 

“Dad!” Jolyne yells, bolting toward him at full speed and crashing into his legs. “You are back! Guess what? Josuke’s friend is an alien! She glows pink and comes from another planet, she doesn’t even have lasers but she’s still cool!”

You freeze a little on the couch, Josuke tenses beside you too, but he keeps his hand close to yours, reassuring.

Jotaro looks down at his daughter, then over at you and Josuke. His expression doesn’t change much, his flat, tired stare settles on you for a long moment. You offer a small and polite wave, not sure what else to do.

“Sure she is,” Jotaro says, ruffling Jolyne’s hair. “Time to go. Say thank you.”

“But Dad, she really is! She glowed the whole time and told me about sugar clouds! Ask her!” Jolyne bounces on her toes, trying to pull him toward the couch.

Jotaro just sighs. “We’re leaving. Thank Josuke and his friend for watching you.” He nods once in your direction, then turns toward the door with Jolyne still chattering nonstop about aliens and glows and how she wants to visit your spaceship next time.

You watch them go, a little stunned. “He did not believe her at all,” you say quietly once the door shuts. “Is that normal? For parents here to think their kids are making things up?”

Josuke lets out a soft laugh and shifts closer to you now that the house is finally quiet again. The sudden peace feels nice after hours of tiny-human tornado. 

“Yeah, pretty much. Jotaro is hard to impress anyway. But you handled her like a pro.” His arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you into his arms. “C’mere. You earned a break.”

You settle against him happily, cheek resting on his chest while his arms wrap around your waist and you can hear his heartbeat picking up a little under your ear. He doesn’t say much more, just holds you close and runs his fingers slowly up and down your back, content to listen if you want to talk about how weird and loud Earth kids are or just sit in the quiet together.

“You were really sweet today,” you whisper, glowing a soft happy pink against his shirt. “Thank you for convincing me to come. Even if she asked about kissing and everything.”

Josuke’s cheeks flush but he only hugs you a little tighter, smiling into your hair. “Anytime. I like doing stuff with you. It didn’t bother me that Jolyne assumed we were dating or whatever.”

He presses his lips together, already regretting telling you that. But lucky him, you were already falling asleep in his chest, so you only answered a soft: “Mhm, me neither.”

a/n: can they just fucking DATE UGH

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[moviecritc]

diego brando and hot pants keep you warm after you fell in an ice-cold lake ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ in the best way they know!

cw: mdni, threesome, dom!hot pants, dom!diego, sub!reader, maybe ooc, p in v, clit play, tit play, dumbification, praising, cum play, art by chariott

“Dumb woman,” Hot Pants mutters as she helps you stay up while Diego sets up the tent as fast as he can. 

You involved yourself in a rather complicated situation where, to save Diego and Hot Pants, you had to do a jump that ended with you sinking in an ice cold lake. You’re trembling in the pink haired woman’s arms now, regretting every decision you made in the past half an hour. Even if the three of you were doing the Steel Ball Run together as something similar to race partners, you weren’t that close to sacrifice your health for them. 

But here you are, suffering from something close to hypothermia for your stupid decisions. 

“Get her inside,” Diego calls from the tent, holding the fabric open so Hot Pants can carry you inside. “Are you with us?” He snaps his fingers close to your face, making you whine because of the noise. 

“She’s barely conscious,” you hear Hot Pants say. 

She sits you in the ground without being very careful and you brace yourself instantly, hugging your wet clothes while trembling. Your lips are chipped and your eyes are dry, you can’t see very clearly except the worried expressions of your partners kneeling in front of you. 

“We have to get you out of those clothes, do you hear me?” Diego says, voice a bit louder than usual.

You mumble something back, words all jumbled up like your brain is swimming in cold water. “Don’t… don’t worry…” It comes out weak and slurred. 

Your fingers are too stiff to fight when Hot Pants starts peeling the soaked fabric from your shoulders. Diego is right there too, his hands quick and rough as he tugs your shirt over your head. You shiver harder when the air hits your bare skin, curling into yourself on the tent floor.

They wrap you in every blanket they have, layers and layers that smell like dust and them. For a minute it feels better. Then it doesn’t. The shaking gets worse, deep down in your bones, teeth chattering so loud you can barely hear yourself think.

Diego curses under his breath. “Blankets aren’t enough. She needs skin to skin contact.”

Your foggy mind catches the words and you try to shake your head. “N-no, it’s fine… really.” 

The protest sounds pathetic even to your own ears. They don’t listen anyway. Hot Pants is already shrugging off her top and kicking her pants aside. Diego pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, exposing the lean muscle underneath, then his trousers follow. You catch flashes of skin and your cheeks burn even though the rest of you is freezing.

Hot Pants slides in front of you, pressing her bare chest right against yours. Her skin is so warm it almost hurts at first. Diego slips behind you, his body molding to your back, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you tighter between them. Naked. All three of you. Their heat sinks into your chilled body, spreading slow and deep.

You whimper, mumbling half-formed words against Hot Pants’ collarbone. “Y-you don’t have to…”

“Shut up,” Diego growls softly near your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

His chest is solid against your spine, one leg hooking over yours to keep you locked in place. Hot Pants’ hands rub slow circles on your sides, her breasts soft and warm where they press into you. The contact is everywhere. Skin sliding on skin, their heartbeats thumping steady against your own racing one.

The shivering starts to ease, but something else builds instead. A heated tension curls low in your belly. Diego’s fingers flex on your hip, possessive, while Hot Pants’ thigh slips between yours for better contact. You can feel every inch of them, the way their bodies fit perfectly around yours, bare and close and way too intimate. Your breath hitches when Diego’s lips brush the back of your shoulder, not quite a kiss but close enough to make your pulse jump.

“Better?” Hot Pants whispers, her pink hair tickling your cheek.

You nod weakly, trapped in the delicious heat between them. You end up falling asleep like that, the feeling of them so close and so warm makes your lower belly feel funny, but you decide to ignore it because, well, you’re literally dying. 

The next morning, they’re still in that exact position, Hot Pants with her breasts pressed very close to your face and Diego’s arms moved from your stomach to the underside of your boobs. There’s no place in your skin where you aren’t being touched by them and it’s making you excruciatingly wet. 

You never planned to feel aroused by your partners but in this position, how could you not? They’re naked and they’re strong. Last night you were too busy surviving to think about how you can feel the length of Diego pressing in your ass and Hot Pants’ knee too close to your bare cunt. You breathe out slowly, careful to not wake them up.

Hot Pants stirs right after you, her pink hair messy and her eyes fluttering open. She looks at you for a long second then smirks at you. “Morning,” she whispers, voice rough with sleep. “You stopped shivering.”

You swallow hard. “Yeah… I feel better. But your hands are kind of everywhere.”

She doesn’t pull away, her hand travels all over your side until it reaches your hip. “Complaining?” Her gaze drops lower in your body, sensing exactly how worked up you are. 

You shake your head whispering, “Not at all.” 

The tension from last night never really went away. It just waited until morning to flare up hotter. Without thinking too much, you lean in and kiss her.

Her lips are soft and warm, surprised for half a second before she kisses you back. It starts gentle, but quickly turns deeper, a little desperate. You taste sleep and something sweet on her tongue as her hand slides down your side, gripping your hip to pull you closer. A quiet moan vibrates between you when her thigh presses firmer between your legs, right against your wetness.

You’re so lost in it that you barely notice Diego waking up behind you until his body tenses and his voice comes out husky and amused.

“Well, what do we have here?” he says, lips brushing the back of your neck. His hand moves from your stomach up to cup your breast fully, thumb teasing over your nipple. “Starting without me? Greedy girls.”

Hot Pants breaks the kiss just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, breathing a little faster. “She woke up like this. All hot and needy already.”

Diego chuckles against your skin, pressing his hardening length against your ass as he shifts closer. “Can’t blame her. Not after being squeezed between us all night.” His fingers pinch lightly, making you gasp. “You want both of us, don’t you?”

“Yes, please,” you nod, dizzy and overwhelmed. “If you want me too.”

Hot Pants huffs a laugh and she quickly manhandles you so you’re half on top of her, back pressed to her chest (gosh, you can even feel her hardened nipples). She keeps you pinned with an arm around your stomach while using her other hand to open your legs and see how wet you are. 

“Diego, you have to feel this. She’s soaked,” she comments, running her fingers through your folds, making you squirm. 

The blond positions himself between you and Hot Pant’s tangled legs, kneeling close to your pussy so he can also feel your wetness. He gathers it with his fingers before taking them to his mouth, making you gasp. “Diego!” 

“You’re right, Hot Pants, she’s soaked,” he says before making eye contact with you. “Aren’t you embarrassed to be this soaked?”

You blink, your body full of sensations. Hot Pants hasn’t stopped toying lightly with your clit and Diego keeps your knees apart while you can perfectly see his erect cock. 

“I… I um, I don’t know. A bit, I guess…” you pout, looking away to hide the warmth of your cheeks.

Hot Pants chuckles softly behind you. “You’re dripping all over my fingers, silly girl.” She circles your little faster, enough to make your hips twitch. Diego leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your inner knee, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. 

“Poor thing,” Diego murmurs. “Now you’re shaking for a whole different reason. Cute.”

His hands slide up your body, cupping your tits and squeezing them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden under his touch. He plays with them like he has all the time in the world, rolling and pinching them, laughing when you whine just from that. 

You try to say something back, maybe tell them to stop mocking you, but Hot Pants chooses that moment to push her wet fingers past your lips.

“Suck,” she whispers, firm enough that you do it without thinking. Your tongue swirls around her digits as she slowly fucks your mouth with them, your head is spinning and you’re dizzy, every thought you have flies away with one of their touches. 

Diego watches with hungry eyes, pumping his cock with his hand. “Have you ever had a dick inside you before?” he asks, kneading one of your tits while he lines himself up against your entrance. 

You nod quickly as you mumble around Hot Pant’s fingers. “Yeah, but please be gentle.”

He softens at that. “I will, darling. Relax for me now.” Diego pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open with a groan. 

He’s thick, filling you so perfectly that your eyes flutter shut. Hot Pants keeps her fingers in your mouth, stroking your tongue while she kisses the side of your neck. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Diego breathes out, starting to move in gentle thrusts with his hand gripping your hip to hold you steady. 

“Di-Dieg—mmph!” You try to talk, try to moan their names or say how full you feel, but every thrust makes the words melt away. Diego fucks you so good, steady and deep, hitting that spot inside that makes sparks shoot up your spine. Hot Pants’ fingers push deeper into your mouth, muffling every sound until all you can do is whimper and drool around them.

“Aw, look at her,” Hot Pants says fondly. “Trying so hard to speak but you’re fucking her dumb already.”

Diego laughs softly and leans down to kiss you around Hot Pants’ fingers, messy and heated. “That’s it, you look stunning right now. W-want me to go harder?” 

You nod fast and enthusiastically, body burning between them, brain fuzzy with pleasure. All you can do is moan and tremble, lost in the feeling of being stuffed and touched and teased.

“Can’t even talk anymore, mhm? Are you our dumb girl?” Hot Pants asks close to your ear, waiting for you to not answer. 

And you really try to, but everything that comes out of your mouth are wet whimpers around her fingers. Your eyes are glassy as Diego’s drag of his cock against your walls makes your thighs shake. 

“She’s our favourite dumb girl, right?” Diego teases with a soft laugh, leaning down to bite your collarbone. “So fucking cute.”

You whine loud and broken, hips twitching uselessly as they play with you. Your mind is empty except for the feeling of being full, touched everywhere, completely surrounded by their warm skin and low voices. Hot Pants pulls her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and uses them to rub your clit faster.

“‘M! ‘M!” you cry out, tears running down your cheeks as you feel your orgasm closer. 

“C’mon, pretty,” she coos. “Let us see how loud you can get.”

Diego picks up the pace just a little, still gentle but hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your mouth falls open and you cum hard, loud and whiny and so needy it almost embarrasses you. Your pussy clenches tight around his cock, slick and pulsing while you cry out again and again, voice cracking with every wave of pleasure.

Diego’s breathing gets rougher, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm. “Fuck, I’m close…”

Hot Pants smirks and reaches down to stroke your stomach gently. “Pull out and cum on her stomach and tits.”

Diego groans at the words, pulling out just in time. Hot Pants holds you open for him while he strokes himself fast. Thick ropes of cum land across your belly and breasts in warm spurts, painting your skin as you whimper softly at the sight. You look so wrecked and pretty like that, chest heaving, body marked by both of them.

Hot Pants hums in approval and runs her fingers through the mess, spreading it a little over your tits while Diego catches his breath, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“So pretty,” Diego whispers and now he’s the one who gathers his own cum in his fingers, tapping your mouth so you can taste it. 

“Mmh! Mmph!” He’s salty but somehow tasty in a fucked up way, you lick his fingers clean, rolling your eyes back until he pulls them out.

Diego leans down and kisses you softly on the lips, then your cheek. “You did so good, baby. Took us perfectly.”

You try to answer but only manage a shy little sound. Hot Pants laughs gently behind you and pulls you closer against her chest. “Still too dumb to talk. We really wore her out.”

Hot Pants kisses the top of your head while he cleans your stomach and breasts, whispering little praises the whole time. “Such a sweet girl. Saving us yesterday, letting us take care of you today. You’re ours now, you know that?”

You nod and finally find your voice, even if it’s quiet. “Mhm yes, I want to be yours.”

a/n: guess who dies a/n 2: i've been meaning to write something with them and with this concept for a long time and omfg it turned out perfect

[brunosbambina]

𝑳'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒂 ⋆°•☁︎⋆

⊹ ࣪ ˖∘˚.•｡.°˚.°• ˖ ࣪ ⊹

The cottage life didn't come naturally to you, unlike it did with Bruno. Newly bought but older than the two of you combined, your cottage has been a sanctuary away from the congested streets of Naples. You never knew life could be so fulfilling, growing all sorts of flowers and food with your long-time boyfriend. Still, something is missing, and Bruno is determined to fulfill every last one of your dreams.

❥Labels & Warnings: 18+

This is a rewritten version! Reader-insert, Female reader, Explicit sexual content, Smut, Cozy cottage life, Fluff, Dirty talk, Vaginal fingering, Hand job, Bathtub sex, Vaginal sex, Spitting (only for a second), Multiple positions, Doggy style, Creampie, Impregnation, Loving Bruno <3

W.C. 4.3k Original version on AO3 ✧ Masterlist

Ever since the two of you bought a cozy cottage out in the Italian countryside, Bruno has been insistent on growing a new garden, a dream garden. He absolutely loves being outdoors with you. Whether it’s sitting on the porch and drinking lemonade or renovating, doing everything and anything with you is where his heart is. You weren’t too keen on the idea of gardening at first, with all the bugs and dirt, but seeing Bruno so excited over a couple of new sprouts changed your mind entirely. He’s always had a green thumb, but he wasn’t able to exercise it much until you moved into the cottage. Now, he’s been planting all sorts of flowers, fruits, and vegetables. Being Italian, he loves to cook and adores using the ingredients that you grow together.

Today was not much different from other days. It started with breakfast out in the backyard, in front of the newly bloomed wisteria that’s intertwined on a trellis Bruno built. The sun was out all day, but now it’s gotten gloomy and chilly in the early evening, but that won’t stop you from nurturing your beloved garden. 

You’re kneeling in the garden, watering plants, pulling out weeds, and planting new flowers along a walkway. Bruno smiles at you, his eyes crinkling as he points to a sprouting flower he planted that he thought wouldn’t make it (of course, it did). 

“Isn’t it so cute, tesoro? These plants are like our babies,” Bruno says, observing all the plants around him, admiring the work you two have done to the cottage’s backyard. 

Thoughts of having actual babies with you return to the forefront of his mind; the thought alone makes his heart throb. It’s not like the two of you have never talked about having a baby before, but the two of you still want more time before committing to starting a family. Still, you have said before that if it happens out of nowhere, you’d be happy just as much as he would be. 

“You’re cuter, Bruno,” you say, breaking his thought process.

Who would’ve thought that a strong and ruthless mafioso would have such a big green thumb, let alone talk about his plants as if they were his children? You watch him delicately handle the plants with his gloved hands; he’s so tentative with them, like he is with you. He’s wearing his usual gardening hat, even though it’s not sunny anymore. He claims it suits the spirit of gardening, so he wears it regardless of the weather. Concentrating on what he’s doing, his lips have a pout to them as if he’s working on something difficult. You can never get over how cute he looks when he’s gardening. You’re thankful he loves doing something other than working all the time, and that he shares that with you. 

Bruno catches you staring as he finishes planting a flower bed. He smirks at you before moving a hair away from your face and leaning in to kiss you sweetly. The brim of his hat bumps into your forehead, making you giggle. Suddenly, you hear water sprinkling on nearby leaves and flower petals before they hit the ground. Both of you look around, seeing the rain starting to come down hard. Bruno stands up and takes your hand into his big one, squeezing it. 

“It seems it’s time for us to go inside, cara,” he says, beaming down at you from his taller stature. 

You quickly follow Bruno into the cottage, your clothes soaked before entering the back door. Puddles trail behind the two of you as you make your way to the master bathroom. The newly renovated bathroom is quaint with new fixtures and plumbing, but it still has the vintage charm that came with the cottage. 

Bruno turns the faucet on hot, filling the large clawfoot tub before dropping in a rose bath bomb. You remember when you bought this tub with Bruno; he knew at first glance it was the one, commenting on its size being perfect for both of you. The water turns pink, gentle bubbles mixing on the surface as the bath bomb melts into the water. The scent of roses infuses the air, rose petals expanding from the bath bomb. 

You rush to rid yourself of the sopping wet fabric clinging to your body, and Bruno follows suit. Your clothes fall heavily on the ground with a plop. Looking over at him, you see that he’s nearly undressed. His cropped hair sticks to his gorgeous face, skin glistening over his flexing muscles as he removes his shirt. Before you can reach around your back to unclasp your bra, Bruno shoos your hand away and does it for you. He bends down, kissing the irritated skin of your back as he peels the straps from your damp shoulders. Giving the top of your head a smooch, he settles a hand at the small of your back to guide you to the tub. 

You let out a satisfied sigh as your calves meet the not-too-hot water, rose petals shifting with your movement. Bruno comes in behind you, instantly wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you against his chilly broad chest. You settle in his lap, butt on the tub floor with your legs between his outstretched ones. Inhaling the soft rose scent as it wafts through the air, you melt in Bruno’s way of making even the simplest, mundane activities so romantic. Sighing, he lolls his head back against the tall basin, mindlessly caressing your arms under the water. 

“Bathing with you is one of my favorite things, amore,” Bruno rumbles, raising his head back up to look down at your head. 

You turn around to face him in his lap, smiling. “Me too. I love when you wash my hair.”

Bruno hums, reaching for the shampoo and squeezing some into his palm. He starts lathering up your hair, massaging your scalp before gently washing your ends. It feels so good, it almost has you falling asleep. You watch him methodically wash your hair through lidded eyes, watching his biceps work under his caramel skin. His sapphires drop down to your observing eyes, and he gives you a sexy smile that makes your insides clench. 

“Rinse,” he says, dropping his hands into the water to rid himself of the shampoo. 

“Thank you,” you softly say, standing up in the tub to turn the showerhead on. 

Bruno ogles you, admiring how your body moves under the water. Soft and supple, your body presents itself in a way that makes the Capo want to taste every inch of you. Your breasts have a gentle bounce to them as your arms stretch upward to rinse your hair. The lovely curves of your body lead his amorous eyes down to your pretty pussy. It’s at the perfect height for him to just bury his face in it. 

“Ok, your turn, Mr. Buccellati,” you say, squeezing shampoo into your hand before moving to straddle his thighs.

“Mr. Buccellati, hm? Are you Mrs. Buccellati, then?” Bruno slyly questions, an eyebrow quirked up.

Though the two of you have bought homes together and are practically married already, you aren’t. Yet. 

Your cheeks heat up at the thought of having his last name, but you put it in the back of your mind, else you’ll just implode on the spot. Scrunching your nose at him, you run your hands through his damp hair with shampoo, catching his strands before massaging his scalp. 

“One day,” he answers for you, watching you like you’re someone to worship.

Bruno finds it so adorable to see you struggle to stay on his lap without touching a certain area, which is hard considering his size. He can’t help but let out a hum when your thigh grazes something hot and solid. 

When did he get hard? 

Scooting back, you focus on washing behind his ears and nape. Under the water, his hands run up your outer thighs and then your ass. Softly, he squeezes your ample flesh before pulling you back against his cock. 

You whine, pausing the scrubbing of his scalp. “Bruno, we have to wash up first.”

Chuckling, he steals a kiss from you before standing up and turning the showerhead back on. Your eyes go wide; he’s so unabashed about having his hard cock hang heavily right in front of your face. Daringly, you look up at him, and he’s sporting a filthy little smirk as he already has you in his eyes, expression smoldering like he wants you to taste what’s proudly on display. Your eyebrows furrow, and you look back down to avoid those eyes, catching the way his cock bobs with his movements. Your ears perk up, hearing the water turn off and a cap flipping open. 

“Let me wash you, tesoro,” Bruno huskily says, eyes raking across your exposed skin.

You back up against the basin, and he follows you like a predator cornering its prey. His head dips to kiss you, his pillowy lips melding with yours. The kiss is slow and sensual, but quickly turns hungry. Swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, you open up for him. You whimper at the feeling of his velvety tongue invading your mouth. Bruno trails his lathered hands over your shoulders, catching your collar bones with his thumbs as he goes up your neck. He cradles the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, and his free hand slides over one of your breasts. You gasp in the kiss, placing your hands on his toned pecs. Massaging your mound, he pinches your nipple, making you moan in his mouth. You open your eyes to look at him, his fingers rolling your bud between his thumb and index finger as he observes your reactions. 

Bruno releases your neck to slide a hand down your stomach and abdomen, stopping right above your pubic mound. Your breath becomes uneven, your chest heaving in anticipation. Dragging his tongue across the breadth of your own tongue, he gives you a filthy kiss to hold onto before diving his hand further. Cupping your pussy, he fits his index and middle finger between your outer and inner labia, eliciting a high-pitched whine from you. Rubbing you up and down, he acts as if he’s washing you, but he’s really just pleasuring you. Ascending your pussy, he caresses your clit with his middle finger, palm against your pubic mound. Your jaw drops, and your eyebrows knit together, breaking the kiss from him so you can breathe. 

“I love how you react to me,” Bruno whispers into your ear, kissing it and dragging his lips to your jaw.

Bruno’s breath washes over your ear; you can hear every little hum and groan he makes. Gripping the rim of the tub behind you, he continues to rub your clit from beneath the water. Your back arches off the tub toward Bruno’s chest, clutching his shoulder. Deftly, his fingers flick your clit at a faster pace, and you let out a sharp gasp. Your hips begin bucking up into his hand, and he hums to himself, eyes intently scanning you. Seeing him watch you makes you so hot, wanting nothing more than to touch him, but he’s winding your body taut. 

“I wanna touch you,” you mewl, looking pitifully at him as if you’d die if you didn’t have his cock in your hands.

Bruno’s full lips curl in a lopsided grin. “Toccami.” (Touch me.)

Reluctantly leaving your body, he stands up, soap dripping down every crevice his muscles have to offer. Too thick and heavy to point upward, his cock drips with soapy water falling off the head as it faces you. Settling on your haunches, you squeeze body wash directly onto his erect length. Bruno inhales a sharp breath from the cold soap, his girthy shaft bobbing and making you giggle. His cock is so pretty. Completely flushed with a rosy tint, his glossy tip greets you with a fresh bead of precum, the viscous fluid trickling like honey. If Bruno didn’t have any soap on him right now, you’d wrap your lips around him. 

From the middle, you bind your fingers around him, your awestruck gaze bound to his face. You spread the body wash along his thick cock, the Capo groaning and throwing his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs, and he quickly decides that he needs to see your sweet little face with his cock in your hands. With his jaw hanging open, Bruno grabs your other hand and guides both of them into a swifter speed. You squeeze him a little tighter, twisting your palms as you jerk him off. Bending down, he snatches your lips in a bruising kiss, groaning into your accepting mouth as you focus on rubbing his tip. You smile against his plump mouth, and he bites your lip before pulling away.

“Facciamo l'amore,” Bruno purrs, lifting you. (Let’s make love.)

Bruno turns on the showerhead behind him. He latches onto your neck and wraps his arms around your front, your back flush against the hard planes of his torso. Beating in tandem with his pulse, his cock presses to your back, imprinting its shape into the heated skin. Hearing the drain open, you look down and see Sticky Fingers unplugging the tub. Shifting backward, he brings you under the running water with him. 

While sucking at the sensitive part of your neck, his hands explore the curves of your body. His hands slither from your upper to your inner thighs, large palms encasing you. With two thick fingers, he slides them up your pussy from your dripping entrance to your throbbing clit before encircling it. His left hand comes into your point of view, pushing apart your legs further to make room. As his right hand busies itself by rubbing your clit, his other slips two fingers into you at once. Seeing his hands play with your pussy and the veins scattering under his toffee-toned skin makes you sing with pure delight. 

You quickly feel an orgasm approaching, and you dig your nails into his tensing forearms while they cage your body against his. Your knees begin to buckle, and he holds you up by the mere strength of his arms. Bruno knows exactly where he should rub to make you whimper, where he should slip into to make you moan, and how fast he should go to make you cry.

“I’m cumming, Bruno, I’m—”

“Datemelo,” he grunts in your ear, voice rough and deeper than the ocean. (Give it to me.)

Feeling your walls trying to close in on his fingers, you sob, and your body shakes as surges of ecstasy pump into you. Bruno embraces you tightly, feeling your hips rock with the thrusts of his fingers. In the throes of pleasure, your mind is hazy as he gives a final kiss to your neck. Easing his fingers out of you, he brings them to his lips to give them a lick. He salivates as your flavor permeates his taste buds with the sweetest nectar. 

Now that the tub is drained, Sticky Fingers plugs the drain, turning the faucet on to refill the bathtub with clean, hot water. The Stand throws in another bath bomb for good measure, making you giggle through your panting. 

“Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” 

“It’d be a shame if I didn’t make love to you in this bathtub, dolcezza.”

Bruno ushers you to the tub floor, pressing your back into the basin with your legs around his waist as he kneels. He kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and then your lips.

“Ti amo,” Bruno murmurs against your lips, big sapphire eyes full of adoration. 

“I love you,” you respond earnestly, voice breathy and longing. 

Bruno ties your arms around his neck and keeps his eyes trained on you, his hair slicked back. Grabbing the base of his cock, he glides the head up and down through your folds. You twitch from the sensitivity of your orgasm, but he ignores the overstimulation and continues to massage your clit. 

You hiss, brows scrunching. “Bruno, you’re— mmm.” 

Closing your eyes, you moan helplessly into the torrid air. 

“I’m what, bella? Am I making your pretty pussy feel good?” 

Using his cock head to swirl against your clit, he looks at you with hooded eyelids. Bruno darts his cock lower without warning, seeing your eyes fly open before he goes right back to your clit. 

“Bruno,” you let out a frustrated whine, moving your hips to follow his cock. 

“La mia dolce ragazza, you are so desperate,” he says mockingly, but his tone is warm and smooth. 

Your mouth falls open with a silent plea, and he breathes heavily across your cupid’s bow as he finally slides back to your entrance and penetrates you. Bruno fills you with his several inches, the mere girth of his cock pressing your walls taut. Moaning aloud, you stare at him while he stretches you out on his dick. He grunts, letting go of his cock to place a hand on your hip and another on your upper back to shield you from the hard basin. 

“You’re always so tight for me, my good girl,” he coos, bottoming out faster than he usually does. 

You never get tired of the burning stretch turning into mind-numbing pleasure. He’s so long and thick that no matter how many times he fucks you.

“You feel so good,” you whimper, your expression pitifully delightful. 

Humming, Bruno pulls out and plunges back in, slow and deep. “La tua fica è divina, cara.” (Your pussy is divine, cara.)

Tilting his head, he reels you in for a tender kiss, his tall nose pressing into your cheek. 

“How did I get so lucky?” Bruno questions himself, long eyelashes fluttering open to look at your beautiful face. 

Fingers flexing over your hip, he gets lost in the feel of your body, trying hard not to fuck you like a madman. Moving to frame your neck with his hand, he rests his cheek on your own, plump lips next to your ear. 

“Come ho fatto ad essere così fortunata da avere questa figa stretta tutta per me?” Bruno rephrases the question in Italian, the gruffness in his voice making your pussy clamp down on his dick. (How did I get so lucky to have this tight pussy all to myself?)

Bruno bottoms out with each thrust, making your body jostle with the water. He gawks at where you two are connected, the water making the view disjointed. Roaming his attentive eyes up your body, they pause at your breasts as they bounce on the surface of the bubbly water with each thrust he makes. Greedily, he gropes one of your breasts, the flesh yielding under his rough hand. The way he touches you is like the first time, wanting to explore every stretch of your skin, wanting to learn every little curve again.

Bruno angles his hips differently, hitting your sweet spot and fervently pistoning into your pussy. Your voice is caught in your throat, and you feel yourself reaching the tipping point. He knows he’s got you, the way you pulse around him, the way your moans turn into high-pitched cries. His murky blues are ridden with lust as he devours you with his gaze and body. Looking into his eyes always entrances you with how intense and passionate they can be, how they can say so much without him ever speaking. 

“Sei mozzafiato,” Bruno praises, voice low as he slows the roll of his hips before withdrawing. (You are breathtaking.)

You sigh, limbs already tired from his intense actions. Bruno must be some type of god to be able to fuck you this hard in water. 

Like a ragdoll, he lifts you and settles you onto your knees.

“Raise your ass for me,” Bruno commands as he watches you arch your back, eagerly presenting yourself for him.

Bruno clenches his teeth, jaw flexing at the view in front of him. Grabbing your ass, he kneads it before spreading it and inspecting your glossy pussy. He observes your empty entrance, quivering with desperation, needing him to stuff his cock back in. The Capo is pleased with how much you need him, and he hums, smacking your ass. Glancing at him over our shoulder, you push your ass closer to him, wanting him to repeat. 

“You like that, amore?” Bruno urges, spanking you again.

“Yes. I love whatever you do,” you reply ardently.

Bruno scowls at you and thumbs open your entrance, switching his gaze to your pussy before spitting on it. It’s not like he needs lubrication, given how drenched and literally wet both of you are; he’s just becoming filthier and filthier the more you provoke him. Hastily sheathing himself back in you, he sets a relentless pace with his hands on your hips. His taut balls slap against your clit, his length sliding in and out of you without resistance. Your body is met with such enthusiastic drives that you can barely get a hold of your breathing. The water on your body makes you slip away from him, making him have a brutish grasp on your hips you’re not used to, but already love. Bruno arches over you, clinging to your jerking body. He kisses your skin, trailing his lips down your upper back. Groaning from the tension of your pussy pressing against his cock, he drags the flat of his tongue up your spine, collecting beads of water. 

“You always take me well, tesoro,” he rasps into your skin as if to etch his words into your body. 

The sound of water constantly spilling over the bathtub is background noise to the vulgar and loud slap of his pelvis hitting your ass. 

“Sai quante volte ho pensato di scoparti in questa vasca da bagno?” Bruno says as he snakes a hand up your body, stopping to squeeze your breast until he’s at your throat. (Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this bathtub?)

Bruno gently frames the front of your throat, just enough to hold you still. 

“I’m going to fill you up with my love,” he says breathlessly as he pounds into you with abandon, ceaselessly hitting your sweet spot. 

Your body prickles with the beginnings of a climax.

“Prendi il mio seme, lasciami mettere un bambino dentro di te,” he rambles in your ear, delirium coursing through his veins; he’s utterly besotted. (Take my seed, let me put a baby inside you.)

Splaying a hand on your stomach while hugging you to his body, Bruno imagines what it’d be like if he got you pregnant. Your belly would be round and full, and your breasts would be heavy and swollen, all because of him. The thought proves to be too much as a twinge runs down his length. 

Bruno can feel you’re close, so close that your walls have begun to pulsate around him; the mention of getting you pregnant always gets to you. The hand on your hip slips to the apex of your thighs and starts rubbing your clit in circles. You dig your nails into his muscular arms, jaw hanging open as you lose your voice. Tears rim the frame of your eyes as your hips undulate against his pelvis. The pads of his fingers are steady and swift, determined to make the stars kiss you. The tension breaks, and you convulse on his cock, screaming out his name as he frantically hammers euphoria into your body. 

“Oh, merda, sì. Squeeze me just like that,” Bruno growls out as he twitches inside of you. (Oh, shit, yes.)

Delivering a few sharp thrusts before slamming into you, he ejaculates inside you. Pushing himself as deep as he can go, he grinds his cock into your quivering pussy, his semen painting and sloshing within your encasing walls. Bruno curses in his mother tongue, nuzzling into your body all the while hugging you as tight as he can, semen dripping out of you. 

As the heartbeat in your ears disappears, all you hear is the rain hitting the window and the ragged breaths of your lover from behind. 

“Thank you, amore,” Bruno rasps, kissing your shoulder before straightening his spine.

He swallows the thick saliva that has accumulated in the back of his throat and holds your waist still, pulling out slowly. Desirous blues watch your pussy leak his seed. The sight mesmerizes him every time he sees the mixture of your shared love. 

Stepping out of the bathtub, Bruno grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist before grabbing another for you. He slings the towel over his shoulder and reaches his arms out for you. Your legs are like jelly as you try to put weight on them, but Bruno’s strength stabilizes you. 

“I got you, tesoro,” he coos, his tone loving and patient as you clutch to him.

Wrapping the towel around you, he helps you step out of the bathtub and onto the floor mat. It’s automatic when he lifts you into his arms and carries you bridal style out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. He’s so warm and soft, you could just fall asleep in his arms as the rain outside pours. 

Bruno lays you down like a princess, using his towel to wipe your body down. Repeating the same with himself, he climbs into bed with you and pulls you against his warmer body. You lie in his protective arms, the sound of the rain lulling the two of you into a drowsy state.

“I love being in bed with you, doing nothing but listening to the rain. I love our cozy little life. I love you,” Bruno whispers, running his fingertips across your arm. 

You hum in agreement, snuggling closer to his chest. Bruno brushes your damp hair, looking down at your sleepy little face in his arms. 

“Dormi bene, stellina,” Bruno whispers, kissing your head before cuddling up to you and drifting off to sleep. (Sleep well, little star.)

[moodyyblueess]

hellooo can you do a fluff + smutt abbacchio x fem reader where they're married?? 🥹✌🏼

“Nights In White Satin” Abbacchio x F! Reader

UGHHH YES I LOVE THIS HOT BITTER MAN

WARNINGS ⚠️: NSFW, creampies,protection who?, oral (both receiving), squirting, missionary position, and aftercare with a bath and some wine <3

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It was beautiful evening in Naples, the sun was setting and you and your husband Abbacchio alone in the safe house. However in your guys’ alone time the both of you were pent up, stressed, and horny. Today was gonna be a night in your white satin sheets that the both of you slept in on your shared bed.

Abbacchio had you sitting on the bed with your legs spread and dangling onto his shoulders while he greedily ate your sopping cunt as if he were starving. The left hand that bared his wedding ring kneaded your plush thigh lovingly that was stained with purple lipstick.

Moans were falling out your lips as Abbacchio continued to eat your pussy. Your clit was sore and swollen from the constant stimulation while the tip of your husband’s cock twitched and leaked precum. Your wedded hand reached for Abbacchio’s wedded hand, interlocking fingers as you let out another loud moan.

“F-Fuck.! Leone.! It’s too much I need to cum.!” You cried out as your hand squeezed his hand. “You’re such a dirty girl Bambina.” Abbacchio said as he used his tongue to flick at your clit causing you to orgasm. You tense, you jerk, you gasp as you squirt in his mouth and he greedily leans in for more, swallowing it as he mumbles “Can’t let this go to waste Tesoro Mio, you taste so good.”

Some of your juices drip onto his chin in which you tilt Abbacchio’s head up towards you and lick your own juices off him. Abbacchio then pins you to the bed and captures your lips in a kiss to which you respond with a smirk and put your tongue in his mouth tasting yourself. You slowly pull away to catch your breath with a string of saliva connecting between you two.

“On your knees.” Abbacchio demanded. You complied with him and you pull down his pants with his boxers all at once revealing his cock. It was slightly larger than average but you could still take it. You gently stroke it before peppering it with kisses and kitten licks.

You slowly take the tip in your mouth and suck at it causing a groan to slip out of Abbacchio’s purple lips. “Does that feel nice caro?” You said slightly mumbled as his dick was in your mouth. The way you looked at him and spoke to him turned him on so badly. Abbacchio responded quickly with a nod and another groan.

Abbacchio’s hand reaches for your hair and gently held it back as you bob your head to take more of his cock. It makes you nervous a bit as Abbacchio was kinda intimidating, so you tilt your gaze away a bit. You couldn’t keep your eyes away for long as Abbacchio pulled at your hair a bit causing a moan to slip out of you. “Eyes up, amore mio.” Abbacchio spoke to you causing you to look back at him.

Your movements began to get faster, more passionate, and began to intensify. Abbacchio was a mess and was bucking his hips against your mouth practically face-fucking you. “Amore I need to fucking cum..!” Abbacchio groaned.

“Yeah you’re gonna fucking cum for me Tesoro?” You said as you take your mouth off your husband’s dick and began to stroke it and lick the tip. The way you looked at him and spoke to him was already enough to make him cum.

A warm white fluid shoots out onto the lower portion of your face and chest. Abbacchio was panting with cum leaking to the sides and his dick still hard and twitching. Despite the fact Abbacchio was still recovering he helps you lay down and spreads your legs.

“You sure you want me to do this bella?” Abbacchio asked you. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you. It was something he was terrified of, especially when getting intimate with you.

“Mmm.! Yes Leone please just fuck me already.!” You said to Abbacchio clearly extremely horny and pent up. Abbacchio smirked and lined up his cock with the opening of your vagina before sliding it in. The both of you let out a small sound of pleasure.

Abbacchio then began to move his hips back and forth at a moderate pace with you letting out occasional moans.

“Such a pretty girl bambola..” Abbacchio said in your ear as his pace got faster causing a moan to draw out of your lips. The moan didn’t get far as Abbacchio silenced you by kissing you. You moan into his lips once more and slide your tongue in his mouth to which the both of you French kissed.

You pull away from Abbacchio as he started to kiss your neck and leave hickeys behind. Abbacchio then bites the most sensitive part of your neck causing a moan to slip out along with you scratching his back. “F-Fuck Leone.! That’s the spot.!” Abbacchio began to bite and suck the spot, leaving a dark bruise behind and causing your moans to get louder.

Abbacchio’s pace began to quicken even more leaving him breathing hard and leaving you a moaning mess. “Gonna cum for me cara? Mmm..Let me..see you cum for me dollface.!” Abbacchio groaned he held your legs apart and your moans getting louder by the minute.

“Y-Yes mio amato.! F-Fuck make me cum.! I need you to fill me up Leone.!~” You moaned loudly. Leone groaned as began to fuck you harder when he heard you moan for him. Every time you moaned his name it turned him on so damn much, and you knew it did. “Gonna..hah…fuck.! Ruin this pussy..!” Abbacchio groaned as he unleashed his load inside you, painting your insides a soft, milky, white color. You managed to finish at the same time as him with a clear fluid painting his pelvis.

Abbacchio pulls out causing your pussy to clench at the absence of a cock causing him cum to drip out of you. You were tired for sure but that was probably the best sex you’ve had so far with your marriage.

After resting for a bit and cleaning up, you and Abbacchio were taking a bath together. Besides you, two glasses full of wine occupied the both of you. The water was warm and filled with bubbles, Abbacchio was holding your body against his muttering praises in your ear.

“The only time I feel truly at ease is with you. Never forget that.”

[dioslesbianwife]

Might I perchance request headcanons or a drabble of what Melone would do for celebrating him and his S/O's one year anniversary? Like surprising them or smth? There's like no content of him at all😭 also love ur writing sm ur one of my fave writers on Tumblr rn🫶

yess absolutely, and thank you so much for saying that!! real talk- i love seeing all the la squadra requests i get because i tend to doubt my writing more when it comes to more minor characters cause i worry about getting their characterization right considering the limited amount of source material i can go off, so that makes me happy to hear you and others like when i write them if that makes sense, anyways lol here u go ^^

Melone absolutely remembers the exact date down to the minute. Not in an “oh I set a reminder” kind of way but in a “your anniversary is filed in my brain next to your heart rate, preferred body temperature, and the way your voice pitches when you’re sleepy” way. He does not forget milestones. Ever. The one-year mark is huge to him because, in his mind, it’s proof that this isn’t a fleeting obsession or curiosity, it’s data-backed, long-term compatibility. He’s honestly proud of himself for maintaining a relationship that long.

He pretends he’s not planning anything. As in, he’s too normal about it in the days leading up. Almost suspiciously so. No teasing comments, no creepy little smiles, no “did you know couples who last past twelve months-” nothing. He wants the surprise to be clean, controlled, and devastating. He enjoys watching you relax into a false sense of security, thinking maybe he forgot or isn’t the anniversary type. (He is. Extremely.)

The surprise itself is very him- private, intimate, and weirdly tender. No big public spectacle, he doesn’t want to share you or the moment. He chooses a place that already has emotional significance to you both. Maybe the apartment you spend the most time in together, or a quiet hotel room he booked under a fake name, or even a lab space he cleared out and made surprisingly cozy. Candles, soft lighting, your favorite candle scent in the air. He knows what comforts you. He’s studied it.

He won’t just buy something pretty, he’ll give you something personal. A custom made piece of jewelry with a hidden engraving only you’d notice. A book with notes scribbled in the margins about passages that reminded him of you. Something that says, I see you. I catalog you. I cherish you. There will be at least one gift that makes you blink and go, “How did you even know that?” He just smiles.

Emotionally speaking, he’s quieter than usual. Less smug. Less teasing. The one year anniversary makes him reflective. He’ll say things he normally wouldn’t, about trust, about consistency, about how rare it is for him to let someone stay this close for this long. He doesn’t frame it romantically at first, it sounds more clinical. But the longer he talks, the more you realize he’s basically confessing devotion in the only language he knows.

Physically, he’s very gentle that night. Possessive but careful. Hands resting on you, slow touches, his forehead against yours. He wants closeness more than anything. He wants to feel that one year has weight. That it’s real. That you’re still here.

By the end of the night, he absolutely says something like, “Statistically speaking, I see no reason we shouldn’t make it far past the next anniversary.” And when you laugh, he adds, very quietly, “I’d like that.”

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You realize something is different the moment you walk in.

The lights are dimmer than usual, warm instead of stark. The air smells familiar, your favorite scent, not his. Soft music hums from somewhere you can’t see. Melone is standing near the table, hands folded behind his back, posture too composed.

“Happy anniversary,” he says calmly, like he’s delivering a report.

You blink. “You… you remembered?”

He smiles, slow and knowing. “Of course I did.”

He steps closer, and for once, there’s no looming, no deliberate intimidation. Just him, standing in your space like he belongs there. He presses something into your hands, a small box. Inside is something unmistakably you.

“One year,” he continues, voice quieter now. “That’s… significant.”

You look up at him, heart pounding, and he watches you the way he always does, intently, reverently. Like this moment matters more than he’s willing to admit.

“You’ve exceeded my expectations,” he says, then pauses. “…In a good way.”

When you laugh, he exhales, tension bleeding out of him, and finally, finally, he leans in, forehead resting against yours.

“I hope,” he murmurs, “you’ll continue to allow me this proximity.”

[dioslesbianwife]

May a request johnny, gyro, and diego with a singer reader? The reader is basically very sweet, shy, would never curse in her life...

Except in her songs. They're are super explicit.

I just think thats so funny

haha, thats an interesting idea- hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting!!

Johnny Joestar

At first, he’s so charmed by how sweet and gentle you are.

"You’re like an angel. I bet you sing the prettiest songs." 

And then you get on stage and-

“Wait. Did she just say-?!” 

His soul leaves his body when he actually listens to the lyrics.

Jaw on the floor. Staring at you like you’re a different person.

"Why would you say that?! I thought you were like… innocent!"

But he won’t lie… he kinda likes it. 

100% tries to act unfazed.

"I mean… it’s just words. Doesn’t bother me. Not at all." 

If someone disrespects you, though, he immediately defends you like:

"Yeah, her lyrics are explicit. And? She’s more talented than you’ll ever be."

Secretly hums your songs when no one’s around.

Gyro Zeppeli

Loses his damn mind. 

He’s laughing so hard he’s in tears.

"OH MY GOD, YOU?! Saying that?!"

Eggs you on constantly.

"So, sweetheart, got any new songs about- y’know?" Wiggles eyebrows.

Absolutely sings along at the worst moments.

“Pussy so-”

Johnny: "GYRO, STOP."

Teases you nonstop about how shy you are outside of singing.

"How come you can say all that on stage, but you won’t even say ‘damn’ around me?"

If anyone talks badly about your music, he’s screaming at them immediately.

"You just don’t have good taste, idiot."

Buys front-row tickets every time you perform.

The number one hype man.

Diego Brando

Stunned silence. Just. Staring.

"You’re messing with me. This isn’t real."

Refuses to believe those words are coming from your mouth.

Judging you, but also impressed.

"You’re way filthier than you look.."

Fake criticizes you like:

"You could at least try to make it subtle." (Still listens to every song.)

If people make crude comments about you, though?

He scowls at them and threatens to claw their faces off.

Secretly proud that you don’t care what people think.

Pretends not to be a fan, but has all your albums.

[nicherayyy]

Updated JJBA masterlist

Phantom Blood🩸

Yandere Dio x Fem!Reader Phantom Of The Opera AU oneshot

Jonathan x Child Reader hc

Battle Tendency🫧

Young!Joseph Joestar x Fem! Reader

Stardust Crusaders⭐️

Nothing yet..

Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Josuke x Sibling Reader hcs

Golden Wind🐸

La Squadra x Child Reader Celebrating Halloween🎃

La Unita x South Park! Child Reader

Bucci Gang x South Park! Child Reader

La Squadra x Teenager Reader

La Unita x Oblivious Child Reader

Bucci Gang x GN Child Reader with a humanoid cat stand

La Squadra helping Child!Reader with math homework

La Squadra x Child! South Park! Reader

Sister Figure Trish x Child Reader

La Squadra x Ocean Lover Child! Reader

La Unita x Chaotic Child Reader

La Squadra x quiet Child Reader

Ghiaccio x Child Reader hc🧊

Sorlato x Child Reader hc

La Unita x bug lover Child!Reader

La Unita "helping" Child!Reader with monsters under their bed

La Squadra x Teen!Reader who’s dating Giorno

La Squadra x Child!Reader calling them dad/big bro for the first time

La Squadra’s Reader!Child becomes friends with Bucci Gang’s Child 

La Squadra and Child!Reader celebrating Christmas Headcanons🎄

La Squadra x bullied GN! Child Reader  (ice cream couple included)

Bucci Gang babysitting La Squadra's child

La Squadra x Child Reader who throws a tantrum

La Squadra x GN Teen Reader coming out as gay

La Squadra x Child Reader who has a tiny crush on Bruno

Child Reader interacting with La Squadra stands

La Squadra x Sick Gn!Child Reader

Imagine being La Squadra's child and in trouble with Prosciutto

Giorno Giovanna with Sibling!Reader hcs

La Squadra x Teen!Reader caught using 🍃

Risotto Nero & child reader hcs

La Squadra x Child!Reader who behaves like Abaddon hcs

Bucci Gang & Power-like teammate hcs

La Squadra Highschool hcs

La Squadra x Deadpool-like Teammate

La Squadra & Power-like teammate hcs

Teenage Reader hugging their Father Figure from La Squadra

Stone Ocean💫

nothing yet..

[dioslesbianwife]

Masterlist 2

this is an older masterlist since like my first one, it's at the max limit tumblr will allow lol.

Here is the link to all my other masterlists: List of all my Masterlists

my blog page rules: i’ll write basically anything (ships, x readers, fics, HCs, matchups, angst, fluff, nsfw, etc.) I don’t mind most requests, just nothing graphic involving minors or anything that promotes hate.

please only submit one request at a time.

It usually takes me a little while to finish requests, but I’ll enjoy reading and working on pretty much any request ♡ ♡ ♡

I’ll write for any of the following fandoms: HxH, jjba, bleach, death note, bg3, genshin impact, and danganronpa (i’ll write for pretty much any character from these fandoms)

Death Note:

L, Misa, and Light reactions to being proposed to X

Hunter x Hunter:

Phantom Troupe cuddle HCs X

Neferpitou with an obsessive reader X

Phantom Troupe surprise kiss headcannons X

Chimera ant arc royal guards’ attraction types. X

JJBA Non Villain Stuff:

Polnareff, Jotaro, Joseph x gorgon reader X

Part 5 gang with a reader who sings too loud at night X

Johnny Gyro Diego with a reader that sings explicit songs X

Mista when the reader has 4 babies on 4/4

Part 5 gang with depressed teen reader X

Polnareff x gorgon reader X

Kars, Rohan, Giorno, Johnny, Gyro x reader similar to gundham X

Stardust crusaders with reader that has a defensive stand X

Jolyne x closeted reader X

Joseph and Caesar with oblivious crush reader X

Johnny, Gyro, Diego, Jolyne, and Ermes with blunt reader X

Kakyoin with clingy reader X

Part 4 characters reactions to reader with WOU X

Jojos with Rapunzel like reader X

Jotaro with sibling reader who wants to fight alongside him X

Jojos with chill reader that has a crazy stand X

Jojos with a sibling reader who insists on fighting with them X

Kakyoin with cuddly reader X

Jojos with a reader whos scared of blood X

Part 4 characters with a conspiracy theorist reader X

Being Jotaro's little sister (not by blood) X

Jojos with a nerdy reader X

Jotaro Kujo comforting a reader who's insecure X

Jojos with a reader that befriends cryptids X

Kakyoin with a reader that loves to do his hair X

Jojos with a partner with a stand like D4C X

Josuke and Giorno personality changes X

Reactions to reader that sings to and attracts animals X

Part 7 gang (+Jolyne and Ermes) x oblivious reader they crush on X

Parts 5 and 7 character with an easily distracted reader X

Sons of Dio react to having more siblings

Parts 5 and 7 characters reactions to reader with self healing X

Part 5 gang reactions to a doll-like reader X

Jojos comforting reader with panic attacks X

Arguing with jojos over smth but it escalates, ends in cuddles X

jojos with a partner that loves plushies X

Golden wind gang reactions to alien shapeshifter reader X

Jojos (plus Kakyoin) cuddle HCs X

Steel ball run crew with a reader with powerful but cute stand X

Jojos with a reader that overreacts to a spider (platonic vers.) X

Jojos with a reader with a lovecraftian like stand X

Jojos with a reader that overreacts when scared of a spider X

Jotaro with a reader with a siren like Stand X

Steel ball run crew with a god of death reader X

Jojos vs reader with darkness stand X

JJBA Villains: (link to more villain fics)

What kind of cake jofoes like

Nonverbal teen who sees the jofoes as parents X

Jofoes x werewolf reader X

Jofoes x witch reader X

Jofoes reactions to chile reader having drawn on their face X

Angst for the reader having a miscarriage with jofoes X

Jofoes with reader similar to Doppio/Diavolo X

Reactions to a Dullahan (headless) reader X

Strip poker with Kira part 2 X

Jofoes being lovesick X

Angst for jofoes with child reader dying X

Ranking their volume in bed

Taking care of part 1 Dio while he's sick X

Pucci reacting to a reader who looks like his sister

Jofoes with a transmasc reader who wears their clothes X

Jofoes with a demonic reader X

Yoshikage Kira strip poker X

Pillarmen Yakuza AU part 2 X

Jofoes getting flustered/embarrassed X

Reactions to a reader trying to pretty them up X

Jofoes with a partner similar to Nagito X

Pillarmen's reactions to the reader asking about their biology X

Jofoes comforting an overstimulated reader X

Jofoes meeting their child selves

Dio Brando with an arranged marriage to the reader X

Reactions to the reader being immortal X

Favorite positions during intimacy

Jofoes if you asked to do their makeup X

Jofoes reactions to ex partner having had their child X

Pillarmen Yakuza AU

Jofoes with a reader that struggles with chronic illness X

Pillarmen with ancient but bloodthirsty reader X

Getting a little chubby because of a doting reader X

Angst for how they act in an argument X

Reactions to reader with a Death note like stand X

Reactions to reader with wonder of u X

Hand holding during intimacy X

Genderbent jofoes meeting their fem counterparts

Reactions to a child choosing them over joestars X

Reactions to a cute but deadly stand X

Reactions to an assassin reader similar to killua X

Falling asleep on them X

Using a strap-on on them X