Requests: CLOSED! I need to catch up on the ones in my inbox (Headcanons, One shots, yandere, and nsfw allowed)
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My Main Fandoms?
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Yu-Gi-Oh! (Season 0, Gens 1-5), and The Persona series but I am into many fandoms.
My Tag List
If interested in being tagged in my fics I tag by fandom
Message me or send in my ask box which fandom, anime, and gen/part if applicable. I’ll add you! I’ll tag you to my fanfic content involving any of the fandoms below, message what fandoms you’re interested in. Everyone is welcome!
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Taglist Content:
Tokyo Revengers, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (tell me which parts you want to be tagged to), My Hero Academia, One Piece, Yuyu Hakusho, Yugioh (Tell me which gen), Hex Girls, D. Gray-Man, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Hunter x Hunter, Rosario Vampire, One Punch Man, Ouran High School Host Club, Howl's Moving Castle, Persona (3-5)
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Master List Below:
I have several msterlists for different fandoms. Each masterlist according to fandom. If your interested in my oc content I also have a masterlist for it. Its for part 5 of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
My Master List
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
Master List Here
Yu-gi-oh!
MasterList for Yugioh Duel monster themed fics here
Other Fandoms 💜
I will most likely not write for the fandoms below but they're previous fics
Saiki kusuo no ψ-nan/The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
“Kaidou’s Birthday” (Kaidou x Smitten Reader) 🎊🎂{Birthday Special}
Legend of Zelda
“Wolf To The Rescue” (Twilight Princess Link x Reader)
Haikyuu! 🏐
Yu Nishinoya x Reader
"Surprise Birthday" (Nishinoya x Reader)🔞NSFW {Birthday Special} 🎊
publishing even MORE headcanons before i finish the first set ? an absolute iconic move from me tbh. i went crazy with my tags bro😩but anyways enjoy this …i will do more characters if i can come up with more tropes
here’s part two
jonathan - he’s very vanilla so your videos fall under the passionate category. jonathan takes the act of making love very seriously so expect to cum at least twice in one session. he won’t over stimulate though , he gives you a pleasant high. y’all don’t post a lot but when you do it’s usually a movie that will have the viewers drooling.
joseph- amateur porn. he isn’t too fond on setting up a camera and having a script or whatever. he’d much rather record you giving him head or maybe a lil pov of back shots. joseph makes sure you’re featured on his only fans regularly. videos are usually no longer than 5 minutes.
jotaro- big dick small girl trope. my god this man is hung. people watching your videos are always slightly worried for your safety. how does it fit? women all around the world want to be you. some of the more aggressive sessions almost always lead to concerned comments. jotaro does have a bit of a reputation so he refuses to show his face along with yours.
kakyoin- not a trope but most of your posts are cosplay related. dressing up as your favorite anime characters and fucking for money is a dream come true. a lot of work goes into your videos mainly because of the well put together costumes and make up looks. the entire look gets ruined in the end but presentation is a big deal. the two of you have a cute set up. it’s high effort but the rewards are so worth it.
josuke- innocent boy and experienced woman. he still won’t say it out loud but he is a total bottom so having you top him/take control is perfect. josuke will use titles like “step mom gives new son blowjob during dinner” to catch a persons attention. or so he says. you’d swear he has a bit of a thing for it. your videos are usually a bit longer and medium effort.
giorno- very beautifully done/well put together porn. people who watch the two of you enjoy modern art and pretty landscapes. it’s essentially art house porn. your content is extremely well put together and is pleasing to eye as well as to the dick/pussy. giorno doesn’t much care if his face is recognized-hes a crime lord there’s not much anyone can do at this point.
leone- rough sex! the people who watch your videos are sickos and the others are worried for your safety. lots of tying up, whipping, slapping and abuse of your little hole. don’t worry it’s all consensual and monitored.
bruno- pov style porn. honestly an iconic move from him. he loves to go back and watch your tapes so why not upload them. similar to joseph they’re never longer than five minutes but there’s a good amount of them. occasionally you two will put together tutorials for those less experienced in sex.
jolyne- lesbian! jojo knows how much men love that wlw content so the two of you exploit that fetish to the max. it started off as just a few short clips but as time went on you and jolyne got a whole set up. most of your vids are pretty basic but men especially eat them up so 🤪
hermes- massage porn. she’s always been good with her hands so why not use her abilities for something fun? you guys don’t upload often. not because you don’t want to just because you always forget or get too caught up in what you’re doing.
foo fighters- the two of you were on the weirder side of porn hub. strange toys, story lines and odd outfits. from alien sex to retro porn you’ve done it all. honestly it doesn’t really matter if others find it sexy the two of you enjoy it. it doesn’t take much to convince them to post your videos- it takes longer to explain how the camera works than anything.
Create your Oc/s using this Meiker then list three songs that your Oc/s loves or best describes your Oc/s.
Here's for my Foxxy Lady, Helena Black 🐴🍈🐦👢
3 songs:
What the Hell by Avril Lavigne
Billy Jeans by Michael Jackson
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
I hope you like it ✨✨✨
No pressure tag/s: @krysta-cross , @valyrra , @valyrra , @justicaroftheabyss , @scentedcandleibex , @loverofthewindgod , @averytiredbitch , @zoetheneko , @sacredwarrior88 , @vampire-lover-girl , @thevoidwriting , @cassiemuldon , and to those who sees this post. You are welcome to join or participate 😁
I chose songs to describe my oc. The first is the song I named her stand. The Indiana jones theme to describe the background with her uncle. And my oc is a hopeless romantic.
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.)
You're a famous idol in a girl group and Goro is one of your biggest fans. (Pt1 - Pt2 - Pt3 - Pt4 - Pt5 - Pt6 - Pt7 - Pt8 - Pt9)
- This is an open au! Meaning there's no definite ending or start
- SNS/Text AU. Expect minimal narration (or none at all.)
- Timestamps are not important!
In this universe, Personas aren't a thing! Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke, Futaba, and Goro are in one friend group at Shujin. heh!
COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Heartslabyul!
requested ask from here!!!
According to rule 657 of the Queen of Hearts, offering a jar of homemade jam to one’s beloved on a Wednesday is an invitation to a courtship, and must be reciprocated in the next seven days lest the love be one-sided.
Riddle Rosehearts! Whose cheeks flushed rosy red when you presented him a jar of strawberry jam at one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday parties, even more so when you told him you made it yourself just yesterday, with the help of Trey(who had been standing off to the corner up until now, smiling like he knew something you didn’t…huh, weird). Covering his mouth with a napkin to hide the way his lips twitched upwards uncontrollably, the smile he couldn’t even stifle, no matter how hard he bit on his bottom lip before awkwardly clearing his throat, holding the jam like it was something important, something precious, especially with the way he cradled the jar right next to his heart. “Ahem. I… accept. Thank you very much.” Why the rest of Heartslabyul started to cheer and holler was beyond you, all the more when you finally noticed the state Riddle was in, fair skin reddened from his neck to the very tips of his ears, blueish-grey eyes firmly locked onto a very interesting patch of grass on the ground, looking anywhere but you(was he mad? Was there some kind of unspoken rule about giving someone jam?). Seeing Riddle less and less over the next few days, with Cater giggling something about how the redhead had practically locked himself in the kitchen for you, lol, and any attempts of visiting him failing horribly with Trey snickering as he swatted you away, chortling underneath his breath about how you’d probably find out, eventually… find out what? Seeing him once after interrogating Adeuce for his schedule, only for his face to bloom rose red at just the very sight of you, scuttling away like a startled mouse, muttering something about how it wasn’t done yet, running back to the kitchens to check up on whatever he’d been working on for the past few days now. Knocking on your dorm door at the eleventh hour, literally - it was past curfew already. Stiffly standing in your doorway, out of breath, almost as if he’d made a dash all the way here, cheeks flushed from exertion, or something else? holding a jar of…jam? “The rules state that an invitation of courtship must be reciprocated within seven days. There is still an hour, twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds left for today.” Twiddling with the edge of his sleeves as he nibbled his bottom lip, holding out the jam as if it were a peace offering. “I am aware that it may not be the best, however, I didn't want you to think your confession was one-sided.” Confession? “I wish to court you. Properly, this time. If you are unhappy with how my jam turned out, I will happily redo it for you.” Tone softening as his cheeks went rosy, looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. “I do hope you accept my courtship. I truly love you, a-and i promise to treat you as well as the Queen of Hearts treated her king. So…shall we start our relationship? Together, this time, of course.” :)))))
An old-fashioned romance tradition in the Queendom of Roses would be gifting one’s beloved a clock set to six PM, which was taken from the legend of the Mad Hatter, signifying that they were always on their mind.
Trey Clover! Whose honey coloured eyes widened for just a moment when you’d presented him a cake-themed clock you’d bought for him a while back - sure, maybe it was broken and semi-permanently set to six PM, but it had a strange charm about it, and it was gift for him anyway, so why not? Laughing awkwardly as he took the clock from your hands, eyes shining with undeniable fondness, lips curled upwards with a smile that rivaled the sweetness level of his homemade tarts, powdered sugar dusted on and all. “I didn’t peg you for the traditional type.” Chuckling as he inspected the clock, thumb brushing its edges as if it were a cherished object gifted by the Queen herself, offering you a look so ridiculously fond it would be strange if you didn’t notice, even stranger by the fact that you’d only given him a broken clock - weird, but oh well. Bringing over a bouquet of flowers(meticulously trimmed and carefully arranged, the blooms the exact hue of your favourite colour) and some baked goods(freshly made the very same day in the Heartslabyul kitchen, with Trey smiling all the while as he made them - not like you would know, of course) the next time he visited your dorm, offering you nothing but a smart grin and the warmest gaze you’d seen from someone in Night Raven in general, fingertips brushing against yours for just a split second as he handed over the goods(“Just thought I’d return the favour. Thanks for the clock.” <33333). Handwritten notes appearing under your desk more often than not now, asking how your day went or sharing little tidbits of the writer’s very own day that he found interesting, and was it really a surprise to find out that the mysterious writer was Trey, when he signed off each note with ‘yours truly’, when he wrote you hearts and kisses at the end of every note? Finally, finally cornering the man after weeks of having to deal with his romantic pursuits(not that you’d minded, but still) and only receiving that signature smirk, pearly white teeth staring back at you. “What?” Feigning innocence, grinning at you so mischievously that you were beginning to wonder where that good-natured persona of Trey’s had gone(not that him being cheeky was bad, necessarily, but you could certainly tell he was having fun making your cheeks burn) “Weren’t you the one that started courting me first, with that old-fashioned tradition? I only thought about returning that favour.” ;))
An old romance poem from the Shaftlands that was popularised online spoke of a young couple running away from a monstrous black crow, hand in hand even though before they’d just had a row.
Cater Diamond! Who had been in a bit of a heated scuffle with you over one thing or the other, before having to run for his life after Crowley heard the two of you very loudly bickering in the library, and had randomly to give chase - dashing down the narrow halls so quickly your heels started to hurt from all the sudden stops you had to make, lest you wished to run headfirst into one of the the library’s many hardwood shelves(a fate you’d long since learned to avoid, ever since Cater had shown you that one video where a Heartslabyul senior bumped his head into it and had to stay in the infirmary for a concussion. RIP). Trying to make yet another quick break as you yanked his hand from whatever direction he had been attempting to go, making a mad rush to the library’s exit - eh, wait, this felt awfully similar to something you’d seen online before…oh well, you’d think about it later :) Ending up in a courtyard, out of breath and panting hard from your unwanted exercise, which must have been especially tough for poor Cater, judging by the way his cheeks were flushed pink, his fingers trembling in your grip. “You -“ The ginger barely managed to choke out, clearly still short-winded from the run, eyes wide and lashes rapidly fluttering, almost as if something unbelievable had occurred, about to say something, right before Crowley appeared again, dragging the both of you off to detention ://// (your hands entwined the entire trip there, Cater’s slender fingers locking into yours so tightly one would think that the two of you were a couple on their honeymoon phase, but that definitely wasn’t the case… right??) Sitting in detention silently for a few moments before he took out his phone that miraculously hadn’t been confiscated, small fangs showing in that overly bright smile he’d decided to flash you with, a question in a grin - a photo? “I can’t believe you got to do the trend before me, normally Cay-Cay’s on top of these kinds of things, y’know ?” He’d beamed, his right hand’s fingers still thoroughly laced around yours, his thumb tracing circles around your knuckles, as he raised his other hand to snap a quick selfie. “Cheese!” Emerald green eyes twinkling like gems at the photo, the all too familiar motion of his thumb moving the photo to a folder simply labelled <3, his smile cheery, his eyes brightening the way a stained glass window shone when it met the first day of morning light - how pretty. But why on earth was he so happy all of a sudden? “We should make this official. Wanna do matching bio’s on Magicam? Oh, and maybe we could vlog our first date too…” First date? Huh? “Oh, don’t worry - the blog footage will be for Cay-Cay’s eyes only.” Beaming as he stood up and stretched, offering you his hand to help you sup, cheeks dimpling and tinted pink. “Now, how does the skate park sound for a date? Don’t worry - if you fall, Cay-Cay’s definitely gonna come to your rescue!” :))
An old legend that originated in Clock town said that if two people tried to fix a broken watch together and ultimately failed, they’d turn out to be soulmates.
Deuce Spade! Who had lit up when you’d asked him to help fix your broken watch, though it did seem a little finicky, to the point where you’d offered your assistance halfway through - with Deuce starting to doubt his own technical skills as your watch spat out yet another faulty piece at him, the two of you struggling to get your rogue clock back together without failing terribly in the process. Kicking the bucket altogether after your nth attempt to piece your clock back together(with Deuce looking like a kicked puppy in the process, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped), just as he seemed to perk up, just a little bit, like he’d just remembered something important, before scurrying off, pink-faced… had he forgotten to paint the roses red or something? Ace complaining about having to deal with now semi-permanently flushed Deuce, who seemed to be scuttling around you recently, always muttering something about how he hadn’t remembered that story since he was a kid and that it was his first time not being able to fix a watch, and since it was with you, was it a sign?…so of course you couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay!(as his friend.Totally.) Clumsily offering you help with anything you could ever think of - homework(mostly resulting in the both of you hunched over your worksheets, unless you asked him to help you with physical training), grocery shopping(where he insisted on holding all your grocery bags, no matter how much stuff you bought) or even fixing any of your other items (which he was much more successful at mending, in comparison to your watch.) Eyes darting everywhere in your dorm but you after seeing that broken watch perched neatly on your bedside table, face blooming a shade of pink that reminded you terribly of the flamingos the two of you had fed that week(your giggles echoing in his mind as one playfully nipped at your pant leg, his lips curling upwards before he could realise it, hugging the bag of bird feed he was holding like a plush, getting an odd look from the flamingo he’d momentarily forgotten to feed, thanks to staring at you), mind clearly coming to a halt. “Hahaha, why’d you keep that?” “Because it’s special to me?” “Oh. Haha, yeah!..stupid idiot why didn’t I think of that.” Ear tips rosy when you’d asked if you could visit his hometown and possibly meet his mother over the winter break, stuttering out something that sounded like a very eager yes, smiling so wide his cheeks must’ve started hurting - huh, maybe he was just really excited. Carefully wrapping a scarf around your neck as the both of you walked into Clock Town - “It can get cold here if you don’t wear enough protection.” And it must’ve been, why else would his cheeks burn such a furious shade of red? -, Deuce fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, talking to you so nervously you couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. “I know I’m not exactly the best student, and that I fail and make mistakes that I can’t fix…but it’s just like that legend about the broken watch, right?” Wait, this sounded like… “So, I’d like to think that as long as we work hard, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Together.” :)))
In the Queendom of Roses, gifting one’s beloved a handmade daisy crown underneath the shade of a hundred-year-old tree is a well-known way to ask for one’s hand.
Ace Trappola! Whose face went as red as the heart-shaped marking on his left eye when you’d presented him with a flower chain to wear on his head made from your mindlessly plucked daisies from the meadow’s soil, muttering something about how the both of you were too young and that this was so cringe…yet still refused to give you back the flower crown from its spot on his head, ear tips flushed such a fierce shade of crimson that one would think he was trying to mimic the Queen herself! Scowling when Deuce pointed out the flowers a while later in lunch, yanking you by the arm and putting you in between him and the other like some sort of barrier - “What? They gave it to me, don’t make it weird.” Which was hard to do, with how Deuce had started spluttering apologies and turned pink, while Ace simply grinned smugly(still red faced), jauntily putting an arm around your shoulder, pressing your side to his, your cheeks pressed together (ignore how warm he was, how you could feel him breathing out when he finally let you go). Swatting away any and all allegations of being an absolute sap when you’d caught him pressing that daisy chain you’d gifted him, glaring at you with that all bark and zero bite look you’d grown used to fond of after so long, before pointing an accusatory finger at you - “Shaddup! You started this first.” Started? Started what? Ace glowering at you like a petulant toddler when you truly seemed lost at whatever he was talking about, picking up the pressed chain of raises like a weapon, shoving it in your face. “This means you asked to marry me.” Completely brushing aside your dumbfounded look to put the flower crown on his head, he continued. “This means I accept. No take-backs. You're stuck with me now.” ;)
hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s, Octavinelle’s, Scarabia's, Pomefiore’s, Ignihyde’s or Diasomnia’s versions?
alternatively; check out the Heartslabyul masterlist?
“The Nutcracker” (Nutcracker Yugi x Ballerina Reader) AU, The Nutcracker. Inspired by Barbie in the Nutcracker. Fluff, angst, romance, adventure, fantasy, Christmas fic. 3 part chapter book if you’re looking for a christmas fic.
"High School DxD" (Yugioh Boys x Reader) This story is a High School DxD AU with the Yugioh characters. Your name is Y/n Hyoudou. Your high school life turns upside down on your very first date. Thankfully Yami Gremory, the most popular boy at school saves your life. Now your life will change for the better.
so far 14 chapters to this book but I only have 1 chapter posted to my tumblr so far
One Shots
Atem
"Autumn Festival" (Yami x Witch Reader) {Songfic}
"Valentines Surprise" (Atem x Chubby Reader)
Yugi Muto
“A Special Gift” (Yugi Muto x Reader) 💕🎄 {Christmas Fluff}
"Cold Cuddles" (Yugi Muto x Reader) ❄ {Requested Fluff}
"Love Can Be Hard Expressing" (Yugi x Reader) 🎂🎊🎈{Birthday Special 2018}
“Wedding Night” (Yugi x Bashful Bride Reader) 🔞NSFW
“We Are One True Pairing” (Venom Yugi x Reader) 🔞NSFW 🖤🕸
“Couples Secret Sexy Session” (Yugi Muto x Reader) 🔞NSFW
“Love You Inside And Out” (Over Weight Yugi x Reader) 🔞NSFW
“Christmas Cheer” (Abridged Yugi x Reader) ❄☃🎄
PrideShipping
"Two Knights in Shining Armor" (Kaiba x Reader x Yami) 🔞NSFW
Headcanons
Waking up having realized he fell asleep on your shoulder (Yugi Muto x Reader)
Seto Kaiba x Reader Platonic Scenario
How he reacts to you falling asleep on his shoulder(Yami x Reader)
Telling me a pick up line I write a scenario (Joey Wheeler x Reader) NSFW 🔞
How would they react to their female s/o being a werewolf (Joey Wheeler, Yami, Seto Kaiba, Tristan Taylor, Yugi Muto, Duke Devlin) {Halloween Fic}
Reacting to their female s/o dressing up as Bayonetta and dancing (Joey Wheeler, Yami, Duke Devlin, Seto Kaiba)
Comforting their crying s/o (Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba, Yami, Duke Devlin, Yugi Muto, Mai Valentine, Dark Magician Girl)
Acts indifferent because he doesn't know how to react.
Pretends like he doesn't care but can't help be curious.
Ends up asking too many questions.
Notices your discomfort and stops immediately.
Changes the topic but makes sure you don't feel invisible.
Supports you in little ways.
If anyone dares to make fun of you for it, rashomon is already around their neck.
"I thought you didn't care?" "I don't. My ability just so happened to activate"
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"What is it?" He coughed, hand covering his mouth as he looked at you like he wanted to be anywhere else than here right now.
You fidgeted with your hands behind your back. You were never the one to get nervous around him, but this mattered a lot more than you thought.
"I...um..."
He raised an eyebrow. To anyone else he might look annoyed. But you could see his expression soften a little, urging you to continue.
"I..." You gulped, "I think I like girls."
There. You finally said it. Your chest felt light but eyes stayed on the ground as you waited for his reaction which took way too long for your comfort.
All he did was cough. Which made you even more nervous.
"Oh?" he finally spoke. "Is that all?"
You looked up at him, a little shocked because you expected a bigger reaction. But this was Akutagawa after all.
"Now, what shall I do with this information?"
"You don't care?"
"Love, in general, is a curse from the world of light. It exists to tarnish lives and feed the infinite greed that-"
"Jeez, I get it!"
He hid a smirk behind his cough and you rolled your eyes.
Has a little mental breakdown because he thinks he's being so disrespectful.
Ends up making you laugh.
Also asks too many questions, but isn't subtle about it.
He wants to understand it to the best of his abilities and make sure you're not uncomfortable.
Thanks you for trusting him with this.
And from then on you'd always see a rainbow bracelet on his wrist.
Makes a very exaggerated disgusted face when hearing someone talk bad about your community, like an eight-year-old walking past a guy smoking.
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"Is everything okay?"
You don't even know when he got two ice cream cones, but he was already handing your favourite one to you.
"Yeah." You nodded, letting out a small sigh as you took it.
You were rarely the one to step out of the office for a break. So when you asked him if he wanted to go get some fresh air, he was already up on his feet before you could even blink.
He knew something was bothering you. So he just sat there quietly, letting you sort out your thoughts as he patiently waited.
"Just..." You shook your head. You didn't think this would bother you this much, but it was. You needed to let it out.
"I need to tell you something, okay?"
He noticed the vulnerability in your gaze, and his expression immediately softened.
"You can tell me anything." He placed a gentle hand on top of yours.
You softly smiled back at him, relaxing under his touch.
"I know." You said, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders because somehow he always made it so easy to pour out your feelings.
"I need to tell you that..."
You paused, taking a small breath in before speaking softly. "I'm pansexual"
"Oh..."
You raised an eyebrow, worry creeping back in as you leaned back. "Oh?"
His eyes widened when he realised just how bad his reaction looked like.
"No! No, not like that!"
He waved his hands in panic.
"I-I mean like- Oh! That's great!"
You looked at him, eyebrows squinting which only increased his panic as he quickly added.
"For you!"
"Excuse me?"
He wishes he could just bury himself in the ground right now. This is not how he wanted this to go.
"I mean-" he's pulling at his hair, rambling on but none of it makes sense.
"That's great that you were able to figure it out and accept yourself and I accept you too and I'm sure the others will as well andI'm so proud of you and-"
He paused when he heard you laugh, letting out an awkward chuckle himself as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you."
He doesn't realise it but he's letting out the deepest sigh known to man, tension in his shoulders dropping.
"Thank goodness..."
He looks back at you to find you smiling, a soft smile forming on his face as well.
"Thank you for listening." You said softly, his hand forming a gentle hold around yours.
"No. Thank you for telling me."
Your smile widened, and for the first time this week, all the stress that you'd been carrying faded away.
"But just so we're clear, that doesn't mean you're attracted to pots and pans, right?"
Will literally hold your hand through it if you're having trouble.
A lot of affirmations, a lot.
"I know." "I understand." "Take your time." "I'm here."
Very respectful.
He's like a proud dad (can't relate).
Seems like the type to not care, but he's listening to you like you're the only person who exists, nodding along to each word.
Already knows what you're about to say, but will gentle parent you through it (CANT RELATE UGH-).
The younger gangster comes out in him whenever he hears someone talk shit about you.
The Black Lizard convinced him to do a grand gesture, he instantly regretted it.
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The two of you were standing by the river bank, cold wind blowing through your hair as you stared at the ground like it held all the answers.
In front of you, Chuuya stood quietly, a hand gently rubbing your shoulder as he let you squeeze his other hand for comfort.
"Do you need some water?"
You shook your head. Prior to coming here, you felt so confident. But now that he was actually here, your world tumbled down like an avalanche.
"Don't judge me, okay?" You manage to mumble out.
"I would never."
You knew he wouldn't, but it still felt so difficult.
"Breathe."
That's when you realised you weren't even breathing. You took in a shaky breath, grip on his hand losening as you finally looked up at him. He held that soft, encouraging smile, and you felt your confidence coming back again.
"I think..." You spoke, voice quiet like you were afraid someone might hear.
He nodded along for you to continue, eyes softening.
You let out a small sigh, nodding with him as you finally found your voice. "No. I know I'm trans."
His smile widened, hand coming up to cup your cheek and tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
"There you go." He spoke softly, thumb caressing your trembling bottom lip. "See? You did it. It feels good, right?"
You nodded, a small shaky smile finally cracking on your face. "Yeah..."
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "'m so proud of you."
You leaned into him, breathing coming to normal as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.
"Need anything else?"
You shook your head. "No." You spoke against his chest. "Just...don't tell the others yet. And no grand gestures, okay?"
His eyes widened, a hand quickly reaching behind his back to wave off into the bushes. But he was too late.
Boom! A firework went off. You looked at it, eyebrows frowning in suspicion as the words "Congratulations on coming out!" Popped up in the air.
He let out an awkward chuckle, a hand still waving behind him, begging to stop whatever was next.
"Must've been for someone else..." He mumbled when you gave him an accusatory glare. But before you could say anything...
Boom! "Y/N, we accept you!"
Chuuya mentally face palmed. He was never going to take suggestions from those three ever again.
Instantly locks in when he sees that you're serious.
Unapologetically knows a lot about this.
Makes you realise new things about yourself.
Makes fun of himself so you wouldn't be embarrassed.
Secretly very happy you told him.
"Your secret's safe with me!"
Will definitely play cupid.
"Ooo, he's hot!" "What about her?"
Annoyingly supportive.
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The two of you never worked. But it was only fun when the day was stressful and Kunikida looked like he was getting grey hairs. Not when the day was already slow and non-productive.
Both of you were slumped over on your desk, hogging all the cool air of the fan as both of you whined and groaned from the scorching heat of the weather.
"Ah, is this what being burned alive feels like?" Dazai whined. "I'm so boooooooored."
You turned your head to look at him. His eyes were closed, mouth open and beeds of sweat formed on his forehead. You stared at him, contemplating for a moment before you spoke.
"Would it entertain you if I told you a secret?"
His eyes immediately opened, shining with interest as he looked at you with that signature smirk.
"Depends on the secret."
You blinked at him. Maybe it was the heat, but you didn't know what came over you as you blurted out. "I'm bi."
His smirk dropped as he blinked back at you before chuckling. "You have your options open, huh?"
But when you stared back at him with that deadpan expression, his eyes slightly widened in realisation.
"Ah, you're being serious?"
You nodded, and he nodded back.
"I see."
And from that day forward, you regretted telling him. Because holy fuck was he annoying.
You'd open your apartment door to find bi flags stuck to it. He'd doodles on your notebook with very specific colours. And worst of all...
"So, what's your type in guys?"
You rolled your eyes. "Not you."
"I know, sweetie." He smirked. "But you only seem to ogle over women."
"Worried I'll steal your ladies?" You smirked back, and he laughed.
"Cute." He teased, leaning closer and purposely invading your personal space. "Can't a guy be curious?"
You shrugged. "I don't know. Guys just suck."
He raised a brow. "So you don't like men?"
"I lean towards women more."
The silence between you two stretched before your eyes widened as you sat up.
Doesn't understand why it's such a big deal because the world will keep spinning.
Random lore drops.
Believes there are bigger problems in the world than who you like.
Weirdly comforting.
You expected him to be very conservative, he just dgaf.
Bro's just tired give him a break :(
Will act like he doesn't care but correct anyone if they're wrong.
Instantly dislikes anyone who talks bad about you.
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"AHHHHHH"
He watched you from across the room, stirring the sugar on his tea like the grandpa you claimed he was.
"What's the matter now?"
"My mom found out I'm queer!"
"And?"
"And?!"
"It's not that big of a deal."
You looked at him speechless, because it was a big deal to you. "She's going to beat my ass!"
"Then just take it."
"Wha-" you almost choked. Was he being serious right now?
"You're going to give up who you love because of a little pain?" He looked at you, an eyebrow raised critically. "That's pathetic."
You looked at his straightforward expression, voice dying in your throat when you realised he was right. He has seen too many things, has an experience of a fossil, of course he'd be right.
"But..."
"Listen," he sighed. "Many generations have existed, and within them, people like you. Nobody cares."
His words were harsh, but the cold truth was kinda comforting.
"I don't understand your..." He gestured at you with his hands. "Whatever you are. But you should be grateful. If this were the old times you'd be executed. And even if you weren't, the world will keep spinning. People are dying. Who you love should be the least of anyone's concern."
You blinked at him like a lost lamb before speaking. "So I shouldn't break up with my girlfriend?"
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Yeah, he was too old for this.
He might look annoyed but he's really trying his best to process it.
Will take it very seriously.
The teacher comes out in him whenever someone gets something wrong about you.
It will be a little hard for him to adapt to the change.
But then he'll spend the rest of the week correcting himself and taking notes (?)
Yes, he's writing things down so he can remember easily. That's how serious it is for him.
Will have Dazai test him.
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He blinked at you a couple times, mouth hanging open as he tried to form words.
You looked at him with a small seepish smile, hands fidgeting. "Um...if you're not comfortable with it then-"
"No," he quickly intruded, rubbing the sweat off his hands and taking out his notebook. "I appreciate you telling me." He said like he was reading off a script.
This wasn't his strong suit, but he didn't want you to feel bad after you managed to muster up the courage to tell him.
You looked at him confused as he started to write down in his notebook, writing your name and in front of it he wrote "they/them".
"There." He said, taking in a small breath. "I'll make sure to keep it in practice."
He really meant what he said.
For the next couple of days you saw him memorizing like a kid studying for exams, muttering your pronouns over and over under his breath. It was cute how hard he was trying.
During a company meeting, he was explaining a case they'd just received, making sure everyone understood the plan.
"Ranpo-san will help us figure out the identity of the person." He gestured to Ranpo with a hand.
"And while he does that," he then gestured to you. "She will-"
He paused, blinking into oblivion, the gears turning in his head before he cleared his throat.
"My apologise." He pushed his glasses up. "They." He emphasized, looking at you for approval. Only when you nodded did he continue, gently smacking the back of his head.
You smiled, happy that you chose the right person to tell.
Extremely happy because he thinks this is your way of challenging your free will.
Way too happy. Maybe even happier than you.
Will randomly pull out your flag from his sleeve.
"You truly are a free bird! How jealous I am!"
Rambles about how happy this makes him.
Did I mention how happy he is?
Starts singing Born This Way by Lady Gaga.
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He gasped so loud you worried how his throat wasn't dry yet because he was practically howling seeing you in drag.
"I didn't know how else to tell you..."
He was speechless for a moment, eyes roaming over you before he literally jumped.
"My goddess!" He walked around you in a circle, taking everything in. "You look absolutely divine! What a wonderful sight!"
You laughed awkwardly, feeling small under his gaze.
"It looks good?" You asked timidly.
"Good?" He stopped in front of you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chest. "Can you feel the rapid beat of my heart? It looks so great my eyes hurt! It feels like they are about to pop out of my sockets!"
You laughed again, blushing. "Thanks..."
"Oh," he spun dramatically. "How proud of you I am, my dove! There is nothing more that shows freedom and free will than breaking the norms!"
He grabbed you by the waist and started spinning you around along with him. "My heart feels like it's about to burst! You inspire me so much!"
Hwent on for hours, making you laugh and throwing dramatic fits. You finally felt like yourself, even if there was a nagging feeling in the back of your head.
Worries he might cross a boundry with his questions but can't help his curiosity.
A fire of justice ignites in him when you tell him about the disrespect you get.
He's painting your nails the colour of your flag.
Loves hearing you rant and telling him each detail because it fuels his curiosity.
Will admire you from afar when you're being yourself.
Discovers something new about himself.
It ends up in both of you awkwardly comforting eachother.
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"So you're...omnisexual?"
He had a hand on his chin, eyebrows frowned as he was in deep thought.
He continued when you nodded. "Which means you're attracted to people of all genders?"
You nodded again and he let out a frustrated groan. "I don't get it."
"It's okay." You said softly. "At least you're trying. Some people don't even do that."
"Are they monsters or something?"
"Nope. They are my dad."
He chuckled at how straightforward you were, shaking his head. "Of course."
You laughed as well.
"I just don't get it." He leaned back. "How can people be attracted to anyone?"
You raised a brow. "What do you mean?"
"Like," he sighed. "I feel like friendships are better. Liking someone like..." He paused, physically buffering before he continued. "Like that, just doesn't sit right with me."
"That would make you aroace."
He looked at you, confused. "What?"
"People who fall under the aroace spectrum barely feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone." You stared calmly. "Do you feel that way?"
He stayed quiet, soaking in your words for a moment before hesitantly nodding. "Yeah..."
You smiled. "Congratulations." You reached a hand out.
He blinked at you, still confused as he shook your hand with an awkward laugh.
Doesn't care, but supportive in her own twisted ways.
Looks calm but she's already planning a congratulations party.
Instantly scratches that idea when she sees how timid you are about it.
"My mom kicked me out because I was ____." "Fuck her." "And my brother made fun of me." "Fuck him too." "And my friends called me slurs" "Fuck all of them."
Is ready to chop someone's arm off if they disrespect you. Or leg.
Blade is already out the moment someone's tone changes for the worse.
Easy to talk to.
Clearing her throat obnoxiously loud to correct someone, then giving them a death stare.
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"You wanted to talk?"
She's in her office, cleaning her supplies when you knocked.
"Yes." You said quietly.
"Are your arms and legs fine?"
She's still not looking up, back facing you as she moves efficiently.
"They are." You fidgeted. "Just...needed to tell you something..."
"How important is it?" She spoke over the loud clinking of metal. "'m kinda busy."
"It's important." You said quickly. "Very important."
She paused, turning around to look at you, eyebrows frowning in slight concern.
"Go on."
You looked at her before looking away, mumbling. "I'm actually non-binary."
She stayed silent for a moment, blinking at you before letting out a soft chuckle. "Anything else?"
You blinked at her, surprised. "You don't care?"
"It doesn't change anything, does it?" She shrugged. "I would care of you were severely injured. But thanks for telling me." She turned back around to clean her supplies.
Silence surrounded you and she stopped once again, slowly looking over her shoulder.
"Unless someone said something." She said, voice deep and plotting, spinning a scalpel between her fingers.
You stepped back, gulping in fear. "Um..."
"Who was it?" She said. "Kunikida? Ranpo?"
"No, no. No one." You mumbled back.
"Are you sure?" She said, suspicious. "You don't have to favor them. They could use a good punch or two."
"I'm sure." You said softly, a small smile forming on your face despite your nervousness.
She hummed, turning back and returning to her work. "But if anyone does, come to me, okay?"
Feels like a good time to tell you guys I'm bisexual!!! Hehe ><
Sorry this took so long 😅
This was my first time making something like this, i really hope you guys enjoyed it.
I apologise if in some parts it was inaccurate (i tried my best). This was difficult but fun to write and if you guys have any suggestions or constructive criticism on ways how i could improve, i would really appreciate that.
Since this is my first time writing hcs, i kinda lost my mind mid way through writing this but I think it turned out good. I'll try harder in the future.
And as mentioned in the above author's note, if i got anything wrong please correct me :D
Happy pride month to everyone!!! Please remember that you are loved, appreciated, seen and welcomed <3
Dazai loves everything about you and your hair? Might just be one of his favorites.
When he wakes up to see you beside him, little curls framing your sleepy face he can't resist the urge to play with your hair, twirling the coiled strands in his fingers. It was like they had a mind of their own when he stretched them and they bounced back.
And when he sees you brushing your hair, struggling, he will take the brush from your hand slowly and ever so carefully, brush your hair, while he speaks about random things like how he pissed off Kunikida the fourth time today to keep you occupied.
And if you ever, ever felt insecure of your hair? He will be absolutely offended. Dramatically gasping, he would admonish you for even daring to say something like that when your hair literally has more personality than most people.
"Darling, how can you say such a thing? Your splendid curls make you look even more radiant."
He will then cut you off with and argument that you're secretly testing him.
And he will gladly help you wash and maintain your hair. It's his way of spoiling you. And insists it is the bare minimum he could do for you.
Levi Ackerman
He would absolutely be obsessed with your hair and tries to hide it in his nonchalant act.
You'd think he thought it was messy, but he loves how you wake up with your head looking like a bird's nest on somedays when you were too lazy to braid your hair. He wouldn't have It any
When he's standing beside you, his hands wander to your hair first, playing with the little wispy curls at the end. And if you turned to look at him? He'd deny it immediately and mutter.
"Something caught in your hair.."
He stares at your hair in adoration because it's unlike anything he's seen in the most gorgeous way. The lively coils against his shoulder when you fall asleep beside him, little curls tickling his face as he leans in to kiss your forehead at night.
Hair care? He's absolutely involved. He'd memorize your hair routine and help you apply gels and mouse to your hair, help wash them when you say you're too tired. He's also really good at it. Of course he looked up tutorials online, because he shows his love through acts of service.
Let me know if you guys would like any other headcannons. 😊 Take Care.
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Bucci gang Most Perverted Secrets & Sluttiest Actions (+Trish Una) NSFW 🔞
Who's the Easiest to Seduce and Why NSFW 🔞
Ranking Who's the Best at Eating Pussy NSFW 🔞
Bucci gang Getting Overstimulated And Passing Out After Their Partner Riding Them (Abbacchio Excluded) NSFW 🔞
Bucci gang as parents
Bucci gang walking in on their significant other changing (+Trish Una)
Bucci gang x Mischievous Turned Child Reader (Abbacchio & Trish Una Excluded)
Bucci gang letting their significant other do their nails (+Trish Una) 💅🏼
Bucci gang x Over Protective Crush! Reader (+Trish Una)
Bucci gang x Reader with Healing Kiss Stand and Similarities to Star Platinum (Trish Una Excluded)
Bucci gang x Crush! Reader who turns out to be surprisingly outgoing & carefree (Modern AU) (Trish Una Excluded)
Bucci gang Comforting Their S/o Through Past Trauma 💙
Bucci gang x Scary Significant Other (Trish Una Excluded) please read this 1 I put a lot of effort and it didn’t get as many reads as the others
Bucci gang x Significant Other Who Fangirls Over The Gang (+Trish Una)
Bucci gang x Significant Other Who Dresses in Both Sweet Lolita & Punk or Goth Styles (Trish Una Excluded)
What Lipstick they buy you 💄❤️
Getting them to bake for you in nothing but a apron NSFW 🔞
Bucci gang Receiving Cold Stone Icecream Cake From You For Valentine’s (+Trish Una) 🍰❤️
Baking their s/o a Valentines Surprise
Giving them their favorite food (Trish Una Excluded)
Giving Their Darling The Most Expensive Pizza In Italy (Bruno, Giorno, Narancia, and Fugo)
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Headcanons various parts 1-7
Developing Crush on Powerful Hamon User who is friends with the Joestars (Various x Reader) {Johnathan Joestar, Robert E.O. Speedwagon, and Caesar Zepelli)
Jobros who's easiest to seduce and why NSFW 🔞(Robert E.O. Speedwagon, Caesar Zepelli, Noriyaki Kakyion, Okuyasu Nijimura, Ermes Costello, and Gryo Zepelli)
100 Follower Special Boyfriend Fluff (Various x Reader) {Jousuke Higashikata, Johnathan Joestar, Koichi Hirose, Okuyasu Nijimura, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista, and Weather Report}
Jotaro x Reader Scenario Ask me a pickup line and I’ll write a Scenario NSFW 🔞
Caressing Each Others Bodies (Jotaro Kujo x Reader) NSFW 🔞
Stone Ocean Trio 🦋
Stone ocean trio x Male Reader Catching him masturbating Headcanons (Jolyne, Ermes, F.F.) NSFW 🔞
Ski Resort Trip Scenario (Stone Ocean Trio x Reader)
Jacuzzi Scenario (Foo Fighters x Reader)
“Halloween Fun” (Jolyne x Male Reader) NSFW 🔞
One Shots
"You Want To Date Me?"(Okuyasu Nijimura x Reader) Fluff, confession, Reader is raising Okuyasu’s confidence, takes place during part 4
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