a male lion hybrid with female reader having hot sex time.
͙˚ ༘✶My King | Lion Hybrid
Funny enough I wrote something similar on my main- ha mane.. cause he’s a lion- ha.. alright here’s the writing lol.
Smut Below
Your boss was a very handsome man. Everyone swooned over him. His lush locks, those piercing eyes and the confidence he had? All put together with one of the most beautiful smiles anyone could have.
So seeing him at the bar while you were out for a girls night was a bit of a shocker? The man seemed to live at his office but there he was. In all his handsomeness. Sat at the bar taking back shots as he stared in your direction.
“Isn’t that your hot boss?” One of your friends asked. You rolled your eyes nodding. “He’s staring over here. Ooh maybe he wants you” she teased.
“Oh shut up” you said slapping her gently.
You had made your way up to the bar to grab a few more drinks for your friends and you. Of course they made you do it so you had to go near him. When you approached the lingering gaze he had fixated on you had you stammering over your words as you ordered. “Y/n right?” He asked. Your whole body just froze up hearing his voice.
“Uhm yeah. How are you sir?” You asked politely.
“Better now that you’re here” he said almost cringing at his own words. “Let me buy you a drink?” He asked flashing that toothy smile. You could feel your heart pounding, it felt like it was louder than the music.
“Sure, thank you.” You smiled.
One drink turned into another, and another until he had brought you to the floor. He had your body pressed against his as you both swayed to the music. His hands resting on your hips only pulling them back further into him. His head rested in the crook of your neck his hot breath fanning at it. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or him but your body felt hot. He left a soft kiss to the nape of your neck before moving closer to your ear.
“Come with me?” He asked almost sounding like a plea. You only could nod taking his hand as he weaved you both through the crowd. He looked around for a moment before pulling you into one of the bathrooms. As he pulled you his strong arms pulled you into a passionate kiss. It was messy. Teeth hitting, tongues twirling and the sounds. The sounds that left him were enough to make bring anyone to their knees.
His arms came around your body hoisting you up, he wrapped your legs around him as he made out with you. He sat your plush ass down on the sink before letting his hands roam your body. Everything was happening so fast but you didn’t care. Who in their right mind would turn him down?
His hand traveled down your dress pushing it up slightly. He was trying to get your panties down but it was taking long for him. He tore the crotch open before pushing his fingers into you. “Fuck- already such a mess” he groaned. His thick fingers pumped in and out of you. Your head falling back against the mirror behind you. “You know how much I’ve wanted this- ever since you started my thoughts are always clouded by you. Always waltzing around with this perfect body.” He rambled.
His hand continued, moving faster as his fingers curled inside you. “Always pictured you bent over my desk or underneath of it sucking me off- fuck- do you realize how much you drive me crazy?”
“I- ah- no-“ you mustered up.
“Let me show you then” he said pulling his pants down to reveal his massive thick cock. “You know how- hard it is to walk around like this.” He said those piercing eyes fixated on you now.
You could only moan in response feeling your orgasm rabidly approaching. “Gonna cum for me already? Fuck what a little slut you are” he grinned. His thumb found your sensitive nub rubbing it perfectly like he knew your body already. “Cum for me. Cum for your king” he growled. Your head flung back, cumming hard around his fingers. Your body shook but he didn’t stop. No. His pace only quickened. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt?”
“Yes- please- please fuck me-“ you whined. He grabbed your body flipping you around. He didn’t give warning before pushing into your warm wet walls. His fingers that were coated in your slick found their way to his mouth. Licking them clean before wrapping around your throat. His little ears twitched at the sounds of your gargled moans.
“Fuck- that’s it- gonna be my little slut from now on. Gonna make you my assistant so I can fuck you whenever I want.” He groaned. He was fucking into you fast. His thrusts were deep his cock head kissing your cervix. His hand tilted your head up pulling it back a bit “look at you. A mess on your bosses cock.” He said making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Look at those perfect tits bounce- fuck your so damn beautiful”
Your head felt floaty, body too full of pleasure to comprehend anything now. “You’re mine from here on out got it? Every kind needs their beautiful queen.” He stated his body moving closer to yours. He peppered small kisses to your shoulder as his hand left your throat. Finding a new spot between your legs where he toyed with your clit once again. “Say it. I wanna hear you say it!” He ordered.
“I’m your queen- I’m- ah- I’m all yours” you cried out. Your hands gripped the sink another strong orgasm ready to wash over you.
“Yeah- fuck- ah you’re all mine. All mine and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away” he growled. His thrusts were becoming sloppy his high approaching just as fast as yours was. “Cum on my cock, fucking make a mess on your king.” And with that the damn broke. Your orgasm flooded from you stronger than before. Your whole body shook his strong arms wrapping around you once more. He pushed as deep as he could before you felt his cock twitch inside you. The warmth filling you full of everything he had. His head fell to your back both panting trying to catch your breath.
“How about I take you to my place? I’ll make us a snack and we could have a round two.” He grinned. You nodded and as you walked out, you could see your friends flashing you a smile. Knowing full well what had just happened.
Hello, can I request a scenario for Dio seeing the reader that is his subordinate that he likes, taking care of Giorno and him calling her mommy in front of Dio and him seeing her smiling for the first time since he met her?
Please enjoy.
With many things Dio had on his mind, it left little time for him to care for his son, Giorno. The boy was barely in his toddler years and thus required a care that he could not offer. And that was when he brought [Name] into his little collection of followers.
full credit for this idea goes to @deceitfuldevout who shared her genius with us for the concept of witch/witch-hunter, which morphed over time into vampire/vampire-hunter, which I eventually adapted into a weird amalgam of a Buffy AU and a Supernatural AU
@giorno-plays-piano asked to be tagged if I ever did it!
Warnings: smut, blood play (just a lil tho, but lots of talking about blood bc she’s…literally a vampire), degradation kink, sex that turns dub con/non con, kidnapping
(we are sadly deprived of any gifs of Bucky in the new jacket but please know the pic below is the Bucky we’re working with here)
Last one, I promise. MonsterHunter!Bucky or Steve where you’re the rare creature they’re after. You don’t have to write any of these, I just feel like you would appreciate these 💕 keep up the good work giorno, I’m so proud of you bb❤️
Thank you for your requests, hun! I haven’t worked on other ones, but I’m happy to present you this story 😌❤ Hope you’re going to like it!
Daughters of Persephone
Pairing: monster hunter!Steve Rogers x vampire!Reader
Warnings: yandere-ish Steve, kidnapping, death of minor characters, mentions of torture and suicide, gore (a severed head), general vampire stuff.
Words: 4109.
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Suddenly waking up in the middle of the night, you fell down your bed, desperately trying to turn on the small lamp on your bedside table and reaching too far, soon ending on the cold floor. Trying to get up, you hit your head on the table and moaned. Saints, what on Earth was happening? You barely realized you were laying on the floor in the dark, but you knew for sure you were woken up by someone's agonized cry.
Who was that? The closest rooms to yours belonged to Iriya and Alice since mother lived in the north wing in a room she once shared with her late husband. Who screamed? Was it Iriya? Why was she screaming in the middle of the night? Was it just a nightmare? You had no time to think, finally standing up and rushing to the door, abandoning the idea with the lights: window curtains in the corridor had never been kept closed, so you would be able to see something thanks to the moonlight.
Hurrying to the point you ran barefoot, shivering in the dark - the floors had always been cold despite mother doing her best with all those expensive carpets - you reached Iriya's room and banged on her door, hoping it was just a nightmare.
'Iri-"
Before you called her name, the door opened by itself, and you froze in fear: Iriya was always closing her door at night, explaining that it all started when drunk Alice mixed the rooms and then woke her up with her angry shouting. Why was the door open? Was it better to go find mother rather than go there all by yourself?
No. What if Iriya needed help right now? You couldn't risk it.
Nervously getting in, your fists clenched painfully, you peaked inside your sister's room only to find her beheaded, her body laying on her spacious bed, Iriya's head on the carpet with her face caked in blood, her mouth open as if she was still screaming, pleading for help. Despite total darkness, you could see the white bedsheets soaked in her blood, the rich crimson fluid seeping through the fabric and dirtying the floor. You felt the bile rising in your throat, almost throwing up and barely containing yourself.
Iriya was dead. She was dead.
You were horrified to the point you could hardly move, your hands trembling as you wept, then getting on your knees and trying to reach out to Iriya's head but failing to do so - you didn’t have the courage to take her head in your hands, blood spreading further and almost reaching your long cream-colored nightgown Alice always mocked you for. You needed to run and find help. The murderer was still in the house, you were sure.
The thought of burglars breaking in had crossed your mind before, but you had never imagined some madman to get into your house and kill your poor older sister in such barbaric, horrible, revolting way, cutting her head off as if she was a character in some sick videogame. Why would anyone do this? How could they murder a harmless young woman sleeping in her bed?
You needed to get to Alice. The murderer could already be there.
Letting out a loud cry, you got back on your feet, hanging on to the large dark jacaranda drawer with nice thin metal legs - mother had it customized specially for Iriya on her 20th birthday. Thinking what would mother say once she saw her daughter with her head chopped off, you covered your mouth with your hand, unable to hold your tears. How could it happen? Who could commit such atrocity?
"Alice? Alice!" You could see the light coming from beneath her door.
Kicking it with all your force, you prepared for the worst, ready to jump at whoever you saw, but the only one there was Alice herself standing close to her desk. She was holding a revolver in her hands.
"Alice, Iriya-" You muttered, unable to say your sister was dead out loud and just pointing to the corridor with your shaking hand. "Iriya, she..."
"I know." Your other sister said through gritted teeth, her eyes still on the revolver she was holding. "It's not like I'm deaf."
You always had a hard time understanding her even when she was perfectly sober and in a good mood. Alice was strange: she reminded you of girls in Nirvana's music videos, either pretty angry or too energetic for you to keep up with her. She had been drinking as long as you could remember her, always silently protesting against mother's lifestyle and probably having a grudge against her and you. When you asked Iriya if you'd done something that upset her she just brushed it off, saying the youngest sister had always been a little monster in the family.
Now she looked like a monster, too.
"It wasn't you, right?" You whispered, holding your hands against your mouth. "You didn't do it to Iriya, did you?"
"Of course, I didn't!" She shouted angrily but shut her mouth as she saw you trembling, all of a sudden her expression guilty and grim. "Sorry, it's too late to explain. I don't have much time."
You nodded eagerly through tears, holding the door and ready to leave, "We need to run!"
You didn't miss a dark chuckle escaping Alice as she smiled at you bitterly, bringing the revolver's barrel to her head, her hand not shaking the slightest bit. "No. I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and now is my chance."
Your head was spinning from shock and confusion. Iriya's chopped head, her bed full of blood, Alice pointing the gun at herself... Was everyone mad? Were you mad? Was it some nightmare you were seeing in your sleep? It felt damn real.
Seeing your horrified expression, your younger sister lifted the corners of her mouth, a broken smile on her face. "I'm sorry it turned out that way, but no one of us has been given a chance. This is how things have to end."
"Alice, please-"
"I have a full magazine. I know it sounds terrible, but after I'm done you have to shoot yourself, too. Believe me, it's the best you can do."
Before you opened your mouth to ask for an explanation and demand her to stop, Alice had pulled the trigger right in front of your eyes, blood and something that reminded you the insides of her brain smearing the wall to her left. While you screamed louder than you ever done in your entire life, her body landed on the floor with a loud thud, the left side of her head completely destroyed as you stared at the bloody mess, red liquid gushing out of the deep wound.
You felt like you were losing your sanity, crawling to her and cupping her head, unable to believe your eyes. She couldn't do it to herself. She has never seemed suicidal! What would she end herself like this? What did her words about some chance meant? Was it really her who cut off Iriya's head?
Wrapping your hands around her shoulders, you tried lifting her suddenly heavy body, crying and demanding your sister to stand up and stop pretending. It just couldn't be true. This madness couldn't be happening.
"Please, please!" You kept weeping, your nightgown soaked in her blood as her head laid on your lap. If body wasn't warm and heavy, you could believe it was all a nightmare, a frightening dream you saw, but Alice's empty eyes staring at you were making you painfully aware of your insane reality.
You cried so hard you missed the heavy steps of the intruder, realizing someone's here only when he opened the door and came in as if he weren't bothered by you screaming at all. It was a tall, wide-shouldered man in his thirties, his hair shining like gold in the bright light of Alice's room, a sharp blooded knife in his hand - the one he used to cut Iriya's head off. You reacted surprisingly fast, reaching out to revolver laying on the floor close to your sister's lifeless body, and tried shielding her as if it mattered, as if she didn't take her own life minutes ago. Your head was hurting, your thoughts mixed up: you barely understood what was happening, but you knew this man wasn't here to help, standing in the doorway with a stony expression on his handsome face while you pointed Alice's revolver at him, your hand shaking.
Who was he? What did he want from your family?
"Go away," you cried, hoping he wouldn't get closer. "Go away! You won't have her!"
You clenched the fabric of your sister's black tee, barely seeing the figure of the intruder as tears were making everything seem blurry.
The man was silent, staring at you with a blank expression as if he weren't interested in cutting off Alice's head and then murdering you, too. He made no attempts to come closer, although he didn't leave the room either, simply standing on his place and not moving an inch while you struggled to keep what remained of your sanity. Could you ask your mother for help? Should you yell so she'd hear you? Would it be better to challenge the murderer yourself since your mother certainly wasn't a super soldier to deal with someone like him? No, no, you couldn't shout to catch your mom's attention. Even if she'd hear you from the other side of the building, you couldn't let her end up just like your darling sisters. You needed to shoot the man.
But as you kept your gun aimed at him, you slowly realized you couldn't do it despite him clearly being a culprit of this madness. It just wasn't in you. You weren’t made to kill other people. Maybe that's why Alice told you to shoot yourself? Maybe she knew you couldn't protect anyone even if you had a gun in your hands?
"Please, don't touch her." You pleaded him, your hand aching from holding a heavy revolver for so long. "She didn't do anything bad. Please, please just go."
"On the contrary." The man suddenly said, and you froze on your place, frightened to the core. "She was the epitome of bad, but it wasn't her fault. Can’t blame the both of you for what your mother has done.”
“Mother?”
Looking at his blood-stained black pants and leather boots with dry blood on them, you opened your mouth but didn’t utter a word, watching his grotesquely big figure relaxing against the wooden frame, a silver cross hanging from his neck, drops of blood on the shining metal looking like dirt. Oh God. He didn’t do anything to mother, did he? He didn’t kill everyone in the mansion, did he?
Wailing like a wounded animal, you kept your gun aiming at the man, praying for him to just leave, vanish, let you call the ambulance and police, let anyone come and help you. What did he wanted? Money? Mother kept them in the bank like any other human being. Did he want her jewelry? Her collection of antique service? He didn’t have to kill your mother and Iriya for it, they would give him anything willingly if he didn’t hurt anyone. Who was this lunatic? Did he do something to Alice, too? He did, undoubtedly. She wouldn’t commit suicide just like that. She might have had issues with alcohol, but your younger sister had never been suicidal.
... however, well, considering you barely remembered what had happened before your fall from the bridge, she might have been.
“Sorry, little girl.” The man suddenly said, landing on the floor and dropping his knife as if he weren’t planning to attack you - you were much doubted it, though. “I know it’s not your fault. You’ve been for how long with the family? Around three months, correct?”
Still shielding the dead body of Alice with yours, you whispered, tears still falling down on your nightgown wet with your sister’s blood, “What are you saying?”
A dry chuckle escaped him as if he knew you were gonna reply exactly like you did, his left cheek resting against his hand caked in crimson fluid, but it didn’t seem to bother him much as he rubbed his skin with his dirty fingers, smearing the blood.
“I’m saying your darling mother adopted you when her second daughter had committed suicide just like Alice. Couldn’t stand what she had to do to stay alive after she was turned, you know?”
Gritting your teeth, you felt the rage raising deep within your chest: the bastard had the audacity to mock your family and you after he had probably killed everyone but you in the mansion. He probably tried to make you drop your revolver and finish you off as fast as he could and run before the police arrives - if anyone was going to come at all. You lived all by yourself with no one but a cleaning lady coming once a week to help you take care of the mansion; it was Friday evening, and people would start wondering why both Iriya and Alice stopped attending university only after a couple of days. Police will probably discover your bodies only when they start to rot.
Clenching the gun in your hand, you pointed it directly to the man’s head, ready to pull the trigger. If you were gonna die or lose your sanity tonight, you had to make sure you kill the murderer of your family before. You could do it. You had to!
“I won’t make it difficult for you.” The man said calmly, seemingly unafraid of your gun. “One day you woke up here with no memories whatsoever, and that creature played a role of your loving mom, saying how she’s scared about you after some incident has happened. She forbade you to leave the mansion because it was doctor’s orders purely for your own sake. Of course, she said something about a rare genetic decease and forced you to drink your medicine before every meal like your sisters, didn’t she?”
Yes. Yes, she did. Although she refused telling you what had happened to you, later Iriya confessed you jumped off the bridge because of some bastard you loved once you figured out he only dated you because of your mother’s money. Of course, they destroyed all your photos with him and anything he gave you so nothing would remind you of that despicable man. You didn’t question it. You didn’t question your mother’s decision to make you study at home just so she could keep an eye on you. It was reasonable: what mother would leave her daughter unattended after a suicide attempt? Naturally, you didn’t question her words about the genetic decease running in the family thanks to your blue blood ancestors marrying within a family. In the end, both your mother and sisters were taking the medicine every meal.
How did he know that? Was he spying on your family?
Oh. A silver cross, a knife made with something that look a lot like silver, cutting the heads off... this madman thought he was a vampire hunter. He was a lunatic who had murdered your family because he decided you were vampires!
“Are you mad?” You shouted angrily at him, unable to believe someone would go so far for something so stupid. “Do you think mom gave me blood, and I couldn’t figure it out?”
“You think she’d give you pure blood to make you freak out?” The man grinned at you, and you felt nauseated: he was fucking insane. “Of course, she didn’t. She diluted it for you and added some supplements, sweeteners and artificial flavors.”
“You lost your mind.”
“Huh, you wish, little one.” He cocked his head to the side and took off his cross, you raising your gun and almost firing it at his sudden movement, but the stranger did nothing else, throwing the cross closer to you. “If you doubt my words, just take it. It’s pure silver. Your mother didn’t stand it, did she? Probably said something about it bringing bad memories.”
Yes, she did, but thinking it was because she was a vampire who could burn herself with silver was ridiculous. What, now all women wearing gold were considered monsters?
“Why would I do that?” You said, your damp from tears cheeks finally becoming dry. “What if you put some chemical on it?”
“Then it would burn me, too.” Showing you his hand, he proudly demonstrated you his fingers that looked perfectly well.
Maybe you were really going mad, but you had touched the cross laying close to Alice's arm and immediately regretted it since it stung as if it was hot as a frying pan on the stove. What was that? Why did it hurt? Unable to believe it, you grasped it in your hand and cried out, dropping it and bringing your hand closer - a large burn was spreading out on your skin, bleeding on the floor, your blood mixing with your sister's. How did it happen? What was that?
"See? That what happens when a vampire touches silver," before you opened your mouth, the stranger continued, "and no, vampires aren't scared of sunlight or garlic, that stuff is straight from the novels."
Crying from pain, your hand shaking, you still didn't lower the revolver despite your other hand already starting to hurt from having something so heavy for a couple of minutes. No, it couldn’t be. He tricked you, surely. Vampires didn't exist! Besides, how would mother get so much blood to feed all of you? It's not like some truck was delivering you blood packs from the hospital every day! And, of course, you had never seen any other human being coming to the house other than a family doctor treating you and a cleaning lady. Where would the blood for your medicine come from?
"Your mother has a nice dungeon with a few iron maidens, little one."
Bullshit. It was all bullshit! Did he expect you to believe your kind, intelligent, loving mother who donated money for building a school in the village would kill innocent people? It was outrageous! From the day you woke up after the incident she had been nothing but a caring parent, always worried about your wellbeing and willing to give you everything you asked for. A week ago you joked about getting some super expensive haute couture dress for your graduation ceremony, and the next evening your mother invited you to her cabinet with her laptop open to show you the designers she found suitable to make you a dress. A woman like her just wasn’t build for murdering others.
The man snorted, “I can show it to you, actually.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You whispered, your other hand now clenching the gun, too. “If you won’t leave, I will shoot you, and no jury would convict me after they found out you cut off Iriya’s head.”
“I wouldn’t be violent if I could neutralize her any other way, but Iriya had accepted her vampire nature a long time ago. Alice, on the other hand, ended her own life. I didn’t do anything to her; it was her own choice.”
“It’s a lie! If she really hated us all for being vampires, why didn’t she do anything? She had a gun, she could shoot us!” Desperate, you yelled at the man seemingly unfazed by your behavior and waiting calmly when you’d get back to your senses - if it was possible in a situation like this, your sister’s body long cold on the floor.
“I bet she wanted to, but, you see, Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing. After 5 years in the family she grew to love her mother and sister, this always happens at one point or the other. I think she probably loved and pitied you, too, since she couldn’t prevent her mother biting you.” There was no pity in his voice, but you could see something compassionate in the way he looked at you, a girl who had no idea who she had become or who she was before that, getting mixed up with dangerous creatures feeding off humans like cattle. “Bet she was scared of the mother, too. But when the opportunity presented itself, she decided it was enough and shoot herself before I came for her head.”
His words were scaring you because it was all making sense now: her addiction to alcohol mother could do nothing about even with all her money; that attitude of hers as Alice had always been unhappy and never agreed to anyone; her constant desire to be left alone and locking herself in her room...
“But why would mother bite us in the first place? What would she need daughters for?” Getting overprotective to prove all this wasn’t true, you asked him.
“All ancient vampires like your mother were human once. They have the need to reproduce as much as we do, but what they don’t have is a physical ability. So, at one point they want to adopt a human and turn them into a vampire, raising them like their own. I’d find it sweet if only they weren’t making more blood-sucking bastards killing people.”
“I DON’T KILL PEOPLE!”
Your deafening scream could probably be heard even in the garden, but you didn’t care, your aching hands gripping the revolver with 5 more bullets in it. You had done nothing wrong in your entire life! You didn’t hurt anyone! You didn’t break into someone’s house to cut off people’s heads! You were just a girl who had now have to live on her own after all your family was brutally murdered by some lunatic thinking you were vampires. It was him who was a true criminal, not you!
“Sorry, little one. I know you don’t, but it doesn’t change the fact you will have to sustain on human’s blood, and then I will have to take care of yo-”
Unable to listen to him anymore, you moved your hand a bit to the left, and the revolver fired, bullet getting into the wooden drawer, a poster with Alice’s favorite rock band hanging on it. “Just move once more and I’ll shoot you. I swear I’ll shoot you! Get out and leave me alone!”
But before you had time to react, the man had disappeared from your sight, and the next second you felt his hot hand on your throat, the other one forcefully taking a gun out of your arms as you screamed, crying and shaking beneath the stranger who felt even heavier on top of you than he looked. Why was this all happening to you? What have you done? Would he cut off your head just like Iriya’s?
“Mama! Mama!” You shouted, crying, his grip suffocating you. Knowing he would have no issues murdering you, you had nothing better but to plead for your mother’s help even though she had been most likely dead. “Mama, p-please... argh... hh... mama...”
If you could look into his face, tears not blurring your vision, you’d see Steve’s expression distorted with what seemed like guilt or maybe empathy when he was slowly, but surely making you lose consciousness, his knife laying on the floor far from you. Did you think he got pleasure from murdering little girls like you? Well, he might have been happy while killing the creature calling yourself your mother, but not the daughters, never the daughters.
You had finally fainted, your body now close to your sister’s. Unlike her, you were still alive, and watching your lay beneath him, unarmed and harmless in that nightgown covered in blood of your beloved ones, Steve thought he may have leave you alive - you really were new to the family, it couldn’t be more than 3 months since you had been bitten. Maybe there was something he could still do. He heard Tony found a way to stop the turning mid-way.
Anyway, keeping a pretty girl like you didn’t seem too bad. You certainly wouldn’t like waking up in his lair, but it was still better than ending up with your head cut off, wasn’t it?
Grabbing your revolver with a couple of silver bullets, Steve showed it into his pocket and carefully lifted you up, his knife in its sheath. Carrying you like a bride, both him and you drenched in blood, the man quickly disappeared in the corridor, heading to the dungeon beneath your mansion. His job was done.
Requested: “Could I possibly get an aro x reader part 2 of being bellas younger sister who ends up in Italy with her? 😭 the first one was just so good!!” -By @nerdyzombiesonskates
Warning: A tad bit of angst
(Hello! So I had a great time writing this, sorry it took so long. I hope you like this and watch out for a little bit of family drama. Enjoy!)
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It had only been two weeks since Italy, and I still couldn’t get that man out of my mind. He plagued my thoughts every day and night. I tried to tell Bella about my predicament, but bringing up Aro seemed to really anger her. So i kept it to myself. That didn’t last long, though. Alice seemed to catch on rather quickly. She confronted me about it not even a week into it. She even suggested I told Bella, but look where that got me. Throughout the whole day, I tried to keep my mind occupied. Tried to find something to latch into rather than him. When I got home from school, I went to my room and suddenly a knock sound at my door. It’s Alice with a rather alarmed look on her face. She’s holding an envelope in her hand. I couldn’t see who it was addressed to. She looked worried. She walked closer and sat on the edge of my bed. She then extended her hand with the envelope and signaled for me to take it. I grabbed it and looked at the writing. It was addressed to me, and it was from Italy. When I opened it and pulled the letter out. Just the smell that came with the paper filled my senses, and the first thing that entered my mind was Aro. It was the same smell I remember from that short meeting. I looked at the letter and it was in Italian. I couldn’t read any of it. I looked at Alice and asked if she could translate. Sadly though, she said she couldn’t, but recommended we go see Carlisle. She said he could translate it to me. So, obviously, I got up and went with her to the car.
"Are you sure about this JoJo? It's not hurting at all, is it?" You tied the last knot on the rope, effectively strapping your boyfriend down onto the bed. Jotaro gave a couple of harsh tugs on the bindings, a breath of relief when it held him back. "It's fine.." You still thought it should be looser, but you left it be.
You knew everything that was going to happen when you thought to date a werewolf, but it was your first full moon with him. He and his mother told you the go to method of chaining him down for the night and locking himself in his room, but you wanted to change that for the first time in years. It felt like your duty as his partner to make the tedious process a bit easier for him and provide him the comfort he needed (despite Jotaro's multiple protests) so you made a few changes. You opted to tie him down with industrial rope and stay with him with the entire night, only sticking by the door in case for quick escape.
You checked the time on your watch and gave Jotaro a kiss on the cheek. "Do you need anything at all? The full moon should come soon." He sighed."No, you can stop bothering me about it. I've done this dozens of times, you don't have to act like my mother." You only huffed in response. "I just want to make sure you're going to be okay, Jotaro. I'm not use to something like this." The Kujo rolled his eyes. "I'm going to make myself some tea, I'll make you some too just in case."
It wasn't until you neared the door with the tray of tea you heard grunts and pained curses coming from his room. Spilling some tea in the process, you quickly opened the door to see a 6'5" wolf-ish creature in the same place your boyfriend was in.
Jotaro's alternative form was terrifying: his clothes were ripped and ill fitting, his fur was black like his normal hair, but there was a dark purple shine to it when the light hit him just right, and his long claws were on display. Your [eye color] eyes locked with his pale blue ones.
At the eye contact Jotaro started thrashing around in the bed, breaking his bonds too easily for your comfort. Before you could rush out the door, you let out a yelp at the feeling of two paws pulling you back further into the room and onto the bed again. A snout prods at the back of your neck, sniffing for a familiar scent. But in the end Jotaro could only smell your fear. He turns you to face him and gives you a head tilt in confusion. You're his mate, right? Why are you scared of him?
Despite your trembling, you couldn't deny how cute the action was. He was still the man you loved. You cautiously lifted up your hand where the wolf man sniffed it and gently headbutted it. He pulled you closer and licked your cheek in affection, making you let out a couple of laughs at the tickling sensation. Jotaro's ears perked up at the noise and his tail started wagging, the thumping from the bed echoed throughout the room.
At the sight you were confused. He and Holy told you stories of how violent he would get on full moons. He had to be chained so much that it became routine for every full moon. But he turned out to only throw out his typical mannerisms to act like a golden retriever. Maybe it has something to do with the bond you two share? Due to you two being lovers you get the privilege of seeing dumb dog Jotaro.
You ended up spending the night playing and laughing along with Jotaro, getting the most affection from him you had ever since the relationship started. In the morning you awoke to an embarrassed boyfriend; his face pink at the memory of the night before. It was the only time he could let his walls down and he never wanted to speak of it again.
"You know Jotaro, I wouldn't mind staying with you for every full moon. You were cute." The man in question groaned and buried his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around you so you couldn't escape.
Monster Event Day 1: Ghost! Josuke Higashikata x Reader
Reader's family moves into the old Higashikata household and meets an uninvited guest.
Welcome to the first day of my monster lovin' event! A lot of these will not follow any canon plot and be in their own AUs :D
Over the summer your family moved into the quiet town of Morioh, Japan. Sure, the town had it's oddities, but overall everything was peaceful in Morioh.
Except for your new home.
Your parents told you about rumors of your home being haunted before the move; telling the tale of some poor teenage boy who fell ill and died in his own home, paired with some old newspapers from the town's library. Rumor has it that he still haunts the house. Yeah, the story was sad, but a haunting? Really? You merely shrugged it off and moved on with your day.
It wasn't until your first days at the house you started having odd experiences. Everytime you entered the home, chills seemed to follow you. The sensation of feeling watched increased no matter where you were on the property. When you told your friend Okuyasu, he only laughed it off. "I told you that ghost guy is real! From what I know from horror movies, you're getting haunted too! You're just missing one of those threatening broken mirrors, Y/n."
Queue your adrenaline rushing when you hear the sound of your mirror shattering in the middle of the night.
You quickly turn on your bedside lamp to find a strange man with a pompadour by your TV, the soundtrack of a racing game is playing in the background. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry! Rage quit...y'know?" You had no words. He looked errily similar to the teenage ghost your parents described to you. Josuke only felt worse with your silence. "I-I can fix it no problem! Trust me it's like a ghost power that I have!" To demonstrate he walked- no more like hovered to your mirror and punched it, effectively reverting it to pristine condition.
You finally processed everything. Your eyes were wide, staring intently as the stranger sat back down by the TV. He listened to you ramble out your thoughts about the situation, being patient whenever you stumbled over your words. Josuke wasn't even paying attention to your obvious panic, he was just thinking about how he's finally got a better look at you now he can show himself. In all honesty, when he saw you for the first time he was taken away. He's had a variety of people come in and out of his home, but it's the first time Josuke ever had ever seen, in his words, a "babe" like you.
He had to hold back a small laugh at your first instinct when seeing an apparition: getting any hair out of your face (or put away if necessary.) He even smiled at the fact that you took the situation a lot better than a lot of past residents. He never liked the ones who screamed and immediately tried to harm him, although it's a rational thing to do. They always ended up insulting his hair..and that would always end up with them being chased out of the house with an angry spirit telling them to never return.
Josuke got cut out of his train of thought when a pillow went through him. "Huh?-" "Are you even listening? I asked why are you stalking me!" In this moment Josuke was glad he no longer had blood coursing through his veins. You would've seen Josuke's flushed cheeks at the realization that he got caught thinking about you. "I'm so sorry about that..! I always check out the families that come in and out of here and I just noticed that we have a lot in common, but I didn't anticipate that we'd meet so soon..."
Now you were the one observing the other. Josuke rubbed the back of his neck as he was the one to begin rambling, trying to reassure you he wasn't some random creep; it was kind of amusing in a way. After taking a better look at him, you wouldn't deny that he was attractive. He looked just as alive as the old newspaper clippings your mother showed you when telling you about his story. The only thing that could tell you the truth about him was his sunken eyes and how he appeared to be glowing in the light, transparent like a hologram.
You carefully got up and sat on the floor closer to Josuke, effectively cutting him off. "I get it, you're sorry..why don't we just start over?" His smile went wide and nodded. "My name is Josuke Higashikata, what's yours?" He held out his hand, trying his hardest to remember those lessons his mother made him learn whenever she had guests over.
You took his hand- which was a strange sensation in itself. It felt cold and it surprised you that you didn't phase through him. But it wasn't exactly solid either. It was an in between that matched his situation. "Uh- I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you Josuke." You gave him a small smile that made his heart beat for the first time in years. It wasn't too long until you saw the sun rise and Josuke disappeared for the day, the familiar chill still lingering in your room never seemed to leave.
You still had your guard up around him after that; this is the same ghost that has been giving you goosebumps ever since you moved in, after all. But he left you with a smile on your face and a warmness in your chest.
mulan’s input: Bad person ≠ Bad parent.. most of the time summary: you pass your motherly skills to the newly welcomed to fatherhood, DIO warnings; DIO’s a simp for his wifey pairings; DIO x black! reader genre: fluff
Sweet babbles of nothings and irritated grunts echoed throughout the vacant hallways of the mansion. It was rare to see a sight like this, and even rarer to watch it play out so hilariously. You giggled behind the novel in your hand as you sat across the entertaining interaction between the distressed vampire and the small infant.
“You gotta be gentle with him, papa”
“I am!” He dragged, bearing resemblance to a whine. His peach-colored lips twisted up whilst his button nose wrinkled at the atrocious smell coming from his son. He held the arms of the child with caution— so whatever monstrosity that was taking place in his diaper, will not ruin the luxurious fabric of his clothes.
Shaking your head at how dramatic your undead husband can be, you peeled yourself from the soft vintage furniture you once relaxed in. Placing a bookmark on the unfinished chapter of your novel, that you made a mental note that you’ll pick back up on after Giorno’s midday nap later.
“Technically you’re not by the way your holding him” You stride over to the duo and swiftly pluck the adorable chubby blond from his father’s strange hold.
“ughhh”
“Don’t groan, papa. You’re still learning the basics of fatherhood” You reassured as you softly dragged your thumb along his cheekbone from your kneeled position before heading to Giorno’s changing station.
“Why does it-“
“He” You cut your eyes at him as undo the full diaper and wiped the underside of giorno’s bottom— tucking a new diaper underneath him and tossing the used wipes and diaper along with it. “Why does he urinate so much in his diaper? he can’t just hold it?”
“He’s just a baby, papa. He doesn’t know how to do that, plus it’s not good for him if he does, okay?” You tried to put it in perspective whilst cleaning off the babbling infant
He stroked his chin as he gave it some thought— he couldn’t really say much but let you have that. “Well i believe you have a point, my love” He sighed as he came up behind you
“..There we go, and to top it off two kisses for you,” you placed loving kisses to each of his round cheeks whilst he squeal and kick happily at the glossy substance touching his skin.
You turn towards your lover as he tower over your small form, “and two kisses for you” pecking his lips once, smiling softly in between, before locking your lips together loving the next time. Pulling back and returning your attention towards Giorno again. Dio couldn’t help but stare at you with admiration. How did someone as doting as yourself, manage to slip through his fear-mongering wall and capture his unbeating heart?
“How do you do it?” He almost asked subconsciously. Amber orbs continued adoring your person just as you tend to the infant with great care, but you was used to his silent observations of you. You glanced over at him with a coy smile during which you wiped down your bundle of sweetness
“Do what?”
A tender smile graced his features as he cupped the underside of your chin and turned it towards him. “Be the love of my life and a wonderful mother to a seed from another woman?”
“I’m proud of you for actually addressing his mother as a woman this time. I love the growth”
“Y/N…”
“Yes, papa?”
“You’re dodging my question”
“You can say kids have a special place in my heart” you said as you wipe the small of Giorno’s cheek softly whilst gentle eyes took in his angelic features. He really was a splitting image of his father, it was almost scary.
Glancing up, you caught the prideful man’s features at ease as he gazed upon you and your son.
“Do you want to feed him?” you suggested
By his sudden change in aura, you could tell you caught him off guard with the question. You’ve noticed this with Dio quite a lot; if you’re not there or if you left him alone with Giorno, he won’t do nothing with the infant except stare awkwardly at him. He told you at some point in your relationship about his childhood and how it shaped him, and ultimately he’s afraid he might shape Giorno into a nasty and spiteful person like himself.
“I don’t do such peasantries…” he turn up his nose with his arms folded
You pressed your lips straight as you place Giorno on your hip as you tap your foot at his foolishness, which he started to falter to your terrifying silence.
“..but i will give it a try” He mumbled as you handed the baby to him, along with the warm bottle
You guide him on how to hold him; teaching him to cradle his tender head and fragile body while holding him in a comfortable position for the bottle. You let go and stood back once you felt like he got the hang of it on his own. You watched in awe as your husband whisper sweet praises as he feed the hungry little angel in his grasp
“I’m starting to think you have a soft spot for giorno” you teased with a cheshire smirk, knowing confronting the idea that the great Dio has became soft would conflict him.
“I’m as powerful and petty as a greek god. Tales of my divine beauty will be told for centuries to come and my almighty wrath will fall upon those who dare to cross me” he growled whilst pulling the bottle back with a glare
“da-da! dada!”
“Yes my sweet giorno?” he asked with great concern immediately
As much as you wanted to bust out in laughter, your motherly instincts took initiative first and a soft ‘awe’ left your lips as you came towards the two.
ngl that little piece in bold was from the dude on tiktok with the affirmations 💀
he dreamt of you every night — it’s almost sickening to think it’s been 10,200 decades since he last laid eyes on his beloved. traveling the earth every decade hoping he’ll find you, or someone as similar to you but that’s nearly impossible to find a being as unwonted as yourself— you were one of one
he cursed himself every waking moment why he didn’t turn you an immoral once you fell ill— images of your once glimmering cocoa skin falling an washed brown made his stomach turn. he searched the earth of its resources to nurse you back health, however your time was are limited and by the time he returned, your clock had ticked for the last time. your death caused him to take on the ideals of conquering the earth, because to him, if he did you would be right by his side.
ever since he declare his soon rule of the earth, he put his efforts in motion through his loyal companions, however he sensed it wouldn’t be as easy as he thought once news of a ‘jojo’ has made himself known, yet this jojo wasn’t by his lonesome, two women accompanied him. one of fair skin and the other, by the description — made the inside of his chest tighten, ‘it couldn’t be’ he thought, he was sure it could be someone who just favors you but it couldn’t actually be.. you?
and because of that nagging thought that it could possibly be you, it lead him to this very same moment now
“i’ll let you have the amulet in exchange of 5 days and 5 nights with her in my care. i’ll make sure no harm will come to her” he negotiated with the three as they stood on a sidewalk near the royal blue ocean that reflected the dancing night sky. he sensed the intense emotions of the jojo character but nevermind him because his main focus was the woman hidden behind him. he watched her carefully, observing all of her being, which was the main reason why she was hiding behind joseph in the first place
his intense gaze made her nervous, but strangely not in a bad way, somehow it felt.. familiar. it’s been centuries since a man last stared at you in that way and you wish your memory could help you remember who was the first to caused that. the world now since your resurrection (which joseph accidentally caused) has changed greatly yet the beauty of nature still stayed the same and that sadden you because it didn’t feel the same without your beloved who taught the way of the land and learn to worship its beauty, from one being to another.
“you must be bloody mad!” jojo exclaimed with a disapproving brow, you saw him ball up his fist ready to make a foolish mistake so without putting much thought you got in between the two quickly
“joseph…” you shared a begging look and the young man almost looks like a cartoon character with how wide his eyes gotten from what you’re allowing yourself to do.
“but y/n think about this? you’re going to be this monster’s prisoner and we can’t help you” the whole goal was to protect the amulet as well as you and you wanted to leap into the arms of your supposedly biggest threat? of course he was going to look at you like you had two heads
“i understand your concern and it’s greatly appreciated, however when i look at him…” you glanced over to the long raven haired being as he gaze into the distance with soft and longing features, “i feel nostalgic for some reason” you said more to yourself than towards him. soon you felt a dainty hand rest on the small of back snapping you back reality and realizing it was lisa lisa
“jojo, could you please give us a second?” lisa lisa spoke as she ushered you slightly away from the men. she removed her shades to reveal a worried expression, “do you think it’s.. him?” you look away, chewing on your lip as quick flashes of your cloudy memories of the times you spent with a man replayed again. “i don’t know.. however i won’t ever know unless i give this man a chance, besides i could find out his motive with the amulet”
the fair skinned woman pressed her lips as a slight distressed expression formed, but she nodded — giving her final ‘ok’ to the plan before hiding it behind her shades once again. the both of you return to the men and discuss the terms of the arrangement. you hugged both lisa lisa and jojo, “it won’t be long until we’re reunited again” you reassured, “just be careful” jojo warned, giving you one last squeeze before you gave your full attention towards your new guardian
he gracefully extended a palm towards you with gentle yet mysterious eyes
Ok what I wouldn’t give to smoke with the Bucciarati gang and have them take turns pulling me into their laps and shotgunning smoke into my mouth while we’re all giggly and high
Oh goddddd anon!! That would be so fucking amazing 😭 I can picture the whole Bucci gang + you all chilling at Giorno's villa (Everybody Lives AU hehe). Everyone has made themselves comfortable on the lavish couches and chairs in the extravagantly decorated room. Joints/blunts are making their way around the circle of gang members, everyone talking and laughing. There’s some smooching and everything is so nice and fun!!
Alsoooo I apologize for how long it took me to answer this!
𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Recreational marijuana usage, kissing. That’s pretty much it!
Mista
Mista is the one with the bright idea to shotgun you. He pulls you from your chair next to him and into his lap after you take a hit that makes you cough particularly hard. "Here, babe. Maybe this will be easier on you," he flirts, brown eyes shining mischievously. He takes a big hit from the blunt, the paper crackling as it burns. Chest puffed out, he grabs your chin and passes the smoke from to you, letting his lips linger on yours after he is done. Boldly, he leans in again, this time giving you a light, yet heated kiss. He can’t help but smile at the fact that he just kissed you. The thought sends him into a giggle fit, making you laugh as well. This captures the attention of everyone around the circle. Their conversations falter and a hush settles over them as they watch the two of you.
Abbacchio
"That looked fun," Abbacchio states, breaking the silence. "You want another hit, right?" he inquires, trying to entice you. He doesn’t have to work so hard to persuade you, because in a few moments, you're being lifted off of Mista's knees and onto Abbacchio's instead. You make yourself comfortable and lean your head against his strong chest while he takes a hit. He gives you a look that asks if you’re ready, his lungs full of smoke. You excitedly press your lips to his, and you breathe him in. Abbacchio is not shy about kissing you afterward and keeps you in his lap for several minutes, pressing wet kisses to your lips. A sliver of tongue makes its way past your lips, making you hum happily.
Bucciarati
All the while, Bucciarati looks on with interest. He has a pretty good view since he’s seated directly next to Abbacchio. The men make eye contact, sharing a silent conversation before Abbacchio passes you on. Bucciarati’s eager hands wrap around your waist, blue eyes glistening. “Are you starting to feel it yet?” he asks conversationally. He idly strokes your thigh with his thumb as he holds you in his lap. You feign thinking to yourself before responding, “Not yet. I think I need some more.” He is more than happy to provide for you. Bucciarati nearly faces the thick joint in his hand before turning to you. Your heart races as he leans in, shotgunning you for your third time. The action is almost passionate, Bruno’s lips caressing yours softly. The smoke that passes between you is smooth and goes right to your head, making you feel like you’re “going up”. He playfully nibbles your bottom lip and gives your rump a squeeze before letting you go on.
Fugo
Once Bucciarati is finished kissing you a bit more, it is now time for Fugo to have you. He scoffs as if he is annoyed, but once you straddle his thighs on the chair, he seems much more happy to have you there. “You still aren’t stoned yet?” he asks you, raising an eyebrow as he takes a hit off of the joint. You giggle and tell him that you could go for more, to which he just rolls his violet eyes. “Fine. But you have to thank me nicely after this.” He takes a long hit off of the rapidly disappearing joint between his fingers. Grabbing your chin firmly, he brings your face to his. Fugo passes the smoke on to you, still cradling your face while he does so. After you exhale your hit, you make sure to give him a very nice “thank you” kiss.
Narancia
Narancia is really shy when you’re finished with Fugo and come sauntering over and onto his lap. He’s blushing up a storm as soon as you settle yourself on his thighs. “Well? Would you mind sharing a hit with me, Nara?” you plead sweetly, stroking his chest flirtatiously. When he looks at you, you can see from his glassy eyes that he’s already stoned out of his mind. “Y-Yes, of course I will!” he answers, seeming to gain a bit of confidence. He hits the blunt with quite a bit of force to make sure he has enough smoke for you--so much that he might have hit it a little too hard. He begins to cough, all of the smoke whooshing out of his lungs and going to waste. All is well, though. You still press some sweet kisses to Narancia’s face for his troubles.
Giorno
Ah, yes, we save the best for last! By the time Giorno has his hands wrapped around your waist, you feel higher than a kite. But you aren’t ready for the party to stop, especially with the hungry way that the Don is looking at you. “Are you enjoying yourself, amore?” he whispers next to your ear, a thin wisp of weed smoke still lingering on his lips. You nod, squeezing your legs around his waist. “Why don’t we try that blunt again?” Giggling, you agree, sitting back enough for the Don to take a hit. His drag is smooth, the ember glowing brightly before Giorno finally pulls away. When he parts his lips to shotgun you, you swear that you could see fangs in his mouth, glinting in the low light. You gasp, but he captures your lips already, passing along the smoke. You clench his black jacket, melting into his touch, his lips taking you higher than the weed could.
😭😭😭 NO CUZ I'M IN FUCKING LOVE WITH VAMPIRE GIORNO. I READ A FIC ON IT ONCE AND I WAS SCREAMING
Thankfully, there's some fanart of vampire giorno ❤️🤧
I never understood the vampire lover hype until vampire giorno came into my life 🤪
Vampire giorno hcs:
His vampire powers don't awaken until his 20s
He becomes more sensitive to light and needs to carry an umbrella everywhere
Giorno doesn't thirst for blood as much as your typical vampire considering he's only half vampire technically
Darling will have to adapt to night vision or something because his villa will be dark af
When it comes to darling, it becomes a dilemma.
He doesn't want to see or use darling as his endless supply of blood for him to feast on
But on the other hand... Darling just looks so... Delicious
Giorno usually only drains blood from his enemies so he can't prevent civilian casualties. Part of his righteous act and all
But God, the blood of his enemies taste disgusting. Its like drinking vomit each time
Which is why when he gets a small taste of darling's blood from the time they accidentally cut themselves, he gets addicted quickly
It takes all his willpower to not just ravish his darling. He's so hungry and wants to taste the sweetness that is his darling but he knows he won't be able to control himself and might accidentally kill you
Depending on the darling, darling may be his only supply of food if they think killing others is wrong. Even if its criminals.
Surpringsly having a vampire sink their sharp teeth into you isn't as painful as you thought it'd be. You hate to admit it but it's kinda euphoric but you won't ever let giorno know that
If darling is afab, he'll have a keen sense of when your period is coming and want to be darling's personal pad 😳
It's no question he'll turn darling into a vampire eventually. He can't bear to live an eternity without you.
This was meant for Halloween but here we are lol. This is a self-indulgent AU, CEO!Giorno and the frills that come with. All characters are depicted as adults N/SFW Minors please DNI
Tw: mentions of Blood, Yandere behavior if you squint, female bodied reader
WC: 2.8k
The sunlight streamed into your bedroom through the small gap in your curtains. Shining on your face, it roused you from your sleep… and your eyes shot open when you realised that if the sun was up while you were not, you must have been late for your first day at your new job. You raced through your morning routine and rushed through Naple's busy streets until you arrived at the modern highrise building that you had aced your interview in just a few days ago. Making a bee line for the elevator, you started adjusting your hair and clothes in the pristine mirrors as the doors begin to close only for them to open again allowing a tall, well dressed man with golden hair to enter. You quickly stop, but he's able to see the annoyance written on your face.
"For what it's worth, you look fine-"
"I… thank you," you said through a sigh, "I'm sorry, busy morning and it's my first day…"
"I should officially welcome you in that instance-" just as the blonde was about to take your hand, the elevator pinged and another well dressed man had hurried over.
"Mr. Giovanna, your associates have already arrived… as well as your new assistant." His eyes narrowed at you and he hissed about you being late through gritted teeth. Your eyes widened and you managed to mumble an apology before you realised that the man you almost rudely dismissed was your boss.
Mr Giovanna… his name repeated itself in your mind as you discreetly looked him up and down, before following the angry looking man to what you presumed would be your new workspace.
"My name is Pannacotta Fugo, I work closely with Mr Giovanna, and now you will as well," there was an intensity to Mr Fugo as he spoke to you regarding your duties. He made a special effort to emphasise how important your discretion was and took you through all of the company policies and procedures before letting you finally get settled into your workspace. Your desk was situated just outside of Mr Giovanna's office, and in a quiet moment you stopped to take in your surroundings, the clean, modern design of the facade of the building continued onto the interiors. Looking around, you couldn't help but smile, a new job in a sophisticated new building, surrounded by some of the greatest minds in the industry… What could possibly go wrong?
As the days progressed, you became more proficient at your job and had made a few acquaintances with whom you had regular contact. Mr Bucciarati was the vice president of the organization and you had seen him meeting with Mr Giovanna most frequently. He was easily the most elegant man you had ever encountered, with a charming attitude and smooth baritone voice. He always greeted you with a smile that brought a flush to your face. On occasion, he was accompanied by a stoic looking gentleman with silver hair and eyes that mimicked the most beautiful tropical sunset. A man of few words, Mr Abbacchio would simply nod at your sunny greetings and thank you for the wine you would bring out for their meetings. The people you had the best relationship with by far were Mista, Narancia and Trish. They were the live wires of the organization and while they worked hard, they played even harder. Nightly, they would extend an invitation to you to join them, however, you had politely declined each time, being swamped with tasks from Giorno. You didn't mind though, he was the boss and you wanted to impress him… his dashing good looks didn't hurt either.
There was something about him that captivated you, thoughts always drifting back to him, it was almost as if he was speaking directly into your mind. Today was no different and you had found yourself becoming more distracted as the day had progressed. The ringing of your phone had summoned you back to the present and you found yourself automatically smiling at the sound of his voice.
" [Y/n] would you come to my office for a moment, there's something I'd like to ask you,"
"Of course, I'll be right there," you stood and smoothed out your clothes before going into his office. He greeted you with the serene smile you had become accustomed to and motioned for you to sit.
"How have you been adjusting so far? I hope I haven't been working you too hard, sure you must have heard about how quickly some of my assistants have left…" there was a levity in his voice as he spoke, but you managed to catch a flash of something else in his eyes, but it was gone before you could decipher it.
"I don't shy away from a challenge, Mr Giovanna, and I've been learning so much I wouldn't dream of leaving now,"
"Always what I like to hear, please, call me Giorno, I insist… Now back to why I called you here, it's more of a personal favour that I need to ask, and you're more than welcome to refuse." Your heartbeat quickened and you readjusted yourself in your seat waiting silently for Giorno to continue.
"There's a huge Halloween event for all of our esteemed investors, think about every indulgence you could succumb to and you would find it there… ridiculous really but one must keep them happy. My date dropped me at the last minute and I was wondering if you're free to accompany me?" Convinced that your heart was going to jump right out of your chests, you took a deep breath before speaking, your hesitation bringing out a flash of worry in Giorno’s expression.
"I'd love to go… if you'd have me there, is there a specific way I need to dress or anything I should know?" No sooner than you accepted his invitation did a pang of regret enter your gut, it was too late to back out without looking unreliable so you took another deep breath to steady yourself.
"You don't have to worry about that, I'll have something suitable sent over, just put it on and have a good time, you deserve a break as well," his serene smile was enough to quieten your hammering heart.
"Do you have an address that I should meet you at?"
"Oh no no, we'll leave from here, you can get ready in the penthouse, I'm sure everything you might need will already be there…" you found it odd that he was so sure of himself but swallowed your paranoia as you went back to your desk.
The hours flew by in the blink of an eye and soon enough, you needed to start getting ready. Giorno had left a key card to the elevator that would take you all the way up to the 90th floor where the penthouse was situated. You weren't ready for the sheer luxury that greeted you as the pristine doors opened. Large crystal chandeliers were dotted tastefully across the wide open plan area. You stopped at the large window offering you a breathtaking view of Naples in all her splendour. Looking around, you found a letter left on the counter with a single crimson rose in Giorno’s immaculate penmanship. It bore your name, so you opened the envelope taking in the instructions left in the note.
Dearest y/n
I must thank you once again for saving me from an embarrassing situation. You will find everything you need in the master bedroom. Take your time, and, come meet in the foyer when you're ready.
Giorno
You smiled at the propriety of his tone and softly padded around, looking for the master bedroom until you had come to a heavy, ornate door that almost seemed to open by itself as you touched the handle. Walking inside, absorbing the opulence, your fingers graze the surfaces until you arrive at the beautiful ensemble laid out for you in the bed. It took you a bit of time to get dressed, but it was worth it when your eyes hadn't your reflection. You looked like you had stepped out of a fairytale, flowers adorning your hair and golden motifs running up and down your burgundy gown.
A woodland fae? The personification of spring? Persephone? Your last guess was confirmed when you had seen Giorno waiting for you in the foyer, spiked crown and all.
"Ah you're a vision," Giorno's lips curled into a devastatingly alluring smile, plush and inviting… his movements careful, as if he was a deity incarnate with the level of charisma he exuded.
He had led you to the awaiting limousine, and poured you some champagne.
"Try to relax, tonight is about having fun… tonight I'm just Giogio,"
You took the glass with a small smile, looking at the gilded bottle you knew it probably cost more than your rent for the month and held it up waiting for him to think up a toast.
"To… new beginnings,"
Your eyebrows pulled together but you clicked your glass against his and took a small sip, holding his eyes the entire time. His hand inched closer to you, until his knuckle nonchalantly brushed your thigh, and you had realised that the vehicle had stopped.
Damn
That wolfish smile returned and you flushed, wondering if he somehow had managed to infiltrate your thoughts.
The atmosphere at the party was electrifying and a feast for your senses. It didn't take long for the other associates to find you and soon you were indulging in the best food and drink between dancing and revelling with Mista, Trish and Narancia. Even Abbacchio, who had asked you to call him Leone, smiled and relaxed with wine-reddened cheeks as he and Bruno spoke with a few patrons dripping in expensive jewellery. As the hours whittled away, you could have sworn everyone's expressions had taken on somewhat of a predatory gaze, each had settled with a partner, and the loud raucous shouts had been replaced by sultry murmurs and feather light touches.
Air… you needed air- you had gone from feeling like you were at the top of the food chain to prey, unsure of who… what had been hunting you. You had finally elbowed your way outside, allowing the soft cool breeze to waft over you. The moon was bright, full and illuminated the deserted street, you could have sworn you were alone.
"Is this overwhelming for you?" You turned around to face Giorno, the liquid silk of his voice was betrayed by the feral energy in his eyes.
"I think I just needed some space, the energy changed in there so suddenly,"
"It's what happens at these kinds of places,"
"What exactly…" unsure of how to phrase your question you trailed off, still slowly drowning in the panic that tried to move your body away from that place. Giorno's eyes devoured you again as he spoke, and you could have sworn that there was a crimson glow to them, emeralds dipped in blood.
"So perceptive… although I'd never have picked you otherwise, there's only so far a pretty face will take you, come, I've somewhere fascinating to show you," his voice was a purr that resonated with something deep within your being, so you had followed him despite every other alarm bell sounding in your head.
Giorno had led you back through the party, towards an elevator that had taken you to yet another penthouse.
How many of these does he have? You thought, your eyes taking in the warm inviting interiors.
"This is for everyone's use… these parties tend to get… well you've experienced it first hand," said Giorno, as he shed the cape and crown, looking more like the man you had worked for than God of the underworld. Suddenly self-conscious of your own headpiece your hands moved to remove it when he had asked you to leave it on.
"You know, I always catch you sneaking glances my way, squirming at every little innocent touch, it's all so cute. But then again, it's always been that way with you… coquettish little smiles, oblivious to what they do to people…" his fingers trailed from your pert lips down your jaw to your neck, his eyes followed as if he were tracing the very veins beneath your skin.
"Giorno I…"
"Do you object?" His voice was a purr, and when you had hastily shaken your head it was all the invitation he needed. The soft material of the dress pooled around your feet as you slid off his jacket and shirt. He guided you towards the bedroom and eased you into the bed, making quick work of ridding you of your underwear until you lay bare before him. Any attempts at concealing yourself were thwarted when he pinned your wrists above your head and let his mouth trail kisses over your body and then back up to your mouth. His kisses swallowed up your moans, your hands had found their way to his hair and his to your arousal soaked slit.
"Already? let's take care of this then," groaned Giorno as he slipped his fingers into you one at a time, smiling broader each time, nipping your skin with his teeth as you clenched around his machinations. You were aware of his throbbing arousal that twitched against you as pretty little sounds escaped your lips. When he was certain that you were stretched out enough, he gently lowered himself onto you, giving you a moment to adjust to him before building up a rhythm with your bucking hips.
Having lost count of how many times you had peaked you were on the cusp of yet another release, tears streaking across your face, your body jerking at the lightest of touches when Giorno had pulled himself out of you, chuckling at your bratty whine.
"So needy, bella, look at the mess you're making," he paused to take in your form, cursed under his breath and hissed "I must have you right now, forgive me,"
You were too spent to wonder why he asked for forgiveness but had gotten your answer when you saw his incisors grow and glint in his mouth before he gently plunged them into your neck. You thought the terror would have brought you crashing down to earth but that initial pinch was replaced with euphoria. As the waves of pleasure washed over you, Giorno had sheathed himself into you completely, and after a few well placed thrusts you both reached your climax, your mind going blank from simultaneously being drained and filled… and then nothingness.
Your eyes slowly opened to gentle sunlight streaming through the openings in the curtain. Propping yourself on shaky arms you managed to sit up when the haze of the precious night cleared and you remembered what had happened. Your hand shot up to your neck but the skin felt as it always did, not a hint of pain at all.
"I made sure it healed while you were asleep… good morning sunshine,"
You leapt out of bed pulling the sheet with you, trying to stare down the amusement in Giorno's eyes, fighting (rather unsuccessfully) the heat spreading to your cheeks.
"You're… a vampire?! And you're just sitting there reading the newspaper as if you weren't trying to kill me last night?"
"Well I wasn't trying to kill you, I'd never do that, now please, join me," he said with an outstretched hand. Still wrapped in the sheet, you sat across him, basking in the sunshine. "Wait, why aren't you sparkling or bursting into flames? You're in the sun!"
Giorno rolled his eyes with a groan, "I can't account for that sparkling nonsense, but our vulnerability to sunshine is a carefully crafted lie," he paused to look at the bustle in the streets before continuing "look at all of them, so carefree, unguarded, totally unaware of they kinds of creatures they're dwelling amongst,"
"I see, so… how old are you?"
"I've lived through a few… events, witnessed a couple turns of the century," answered Giorno.
"And are they all… you know?" His wry smile was enough of an answer. You had spent the better part of that morning quelling your curiosity and Giorno had answered all your questions willingly. Man or monster or some amalgamation of beautiful beast, the being that sat before had captivated you in a way that no other had before. Unbeknownst to you, a similar thought had been flickering in Giorno's mind too, hundreds of years on this earth and even more lovers and none had left an impression as indelible as you had in the limited time that you had spent with him. The words had escaped your lips before you properly had a chance to think, but none was as shocked as he was.
*I'm knawing at the iron bars of my enclosure when I say this* I need Bruno to eat me out when he's stressed so I can pull his hair so he lets out pretty noises
❄️ anon!
SUFFOCATE - Bruno x Fem!Reader
A/N - UGHHH oh ❄️ anon, I too am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure holy SHIT I love him, Me and pulling these men's hair? Couldn't be me... It's NEVER happened... Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! <3
♡ Smut ♡
Word Count - 2100
.MINORS DNI.
The soft clink of metal against wood breaks through the silence in the room violently, the light gold glinting in the dull glow of the sunset that streams through the window.
He doesn’t mean to be angry, he’s good at keeping that feeling choked down; but he can’t force it away this time, not when every mission lately seems to be going just as bad as the last.
His body aches in low thrums as his head rests on his hand, his eyes fluttering closed with a deep grounding breath. The scrape of wood is barely a distraction when he pushes the metallic clips slowly across the desk, unfortunately not long enough to stop him from falling right back into his irritation.
He’s half out of his chair when the door clicks open, the sound making him freeze in mild annoyance at being disturbed until his eyes snap to you, every word he wants to snap toward you burning his tongue as they turn to ash in his mouth.
“Hey, baby… You okay?”
The hesitation in his answer makes your heart ache, he looks tired. Exhausted. The stress rolling off of him in waves when you step up to him, your hands immediately taking his with a sweet smile and soft kisses to his knuckles.
“I just needed a moment, amore. I’m good now, let's…”
“Not a chance, Bruno. Come here.”
His entire body tenses when your arms wind around his waist, your head falling onto his shoulder with a small reassurance whispered into his skin when he relaxes into your comfort.
“You’re allowed to rest. You’re doing so well, baby... Just breathe for a second.”
“I… Can you help me? Just this once, my love.”
His hands are warm when they run across your waist, slow and precise as he traces the hem of your shirt; your head raises in a light confusion, your brows furrowing when his fingers slip under the fabric and rest against your stomach.
“What are you…”
The question on your tongue choked into a surprised moan when he leans into you, his lips pressing against yours in a fervour as he pulls you further into his chest. It’s desperate the way he drags you closer to guide you against the desk, your ass pressing against the hard wood with a squeak when his hand trails up your abdomen.
You’re breathless when he breaks the kiss, his lips still brushing yours with a soft question whispered into your skin, his smile evident even through the pure need coursing through his veins.
“Can I touch you, amore?”
“You… Baby, I should be taking care of you.”
“That’s not… An answer.”
His lips trail slowly down your throat, every trace of his tongue between kisses leaving you gasping out your breathy reply, your hand flitting to his hair with a shaky moan when he grazes his teeth against your flushed skin.
“Please touch me.”
His lips don’t leave your skin as he moves to undo your shirt, letting it fall quickly to the floor as you let him drag hot kisses down your collarbone, his fingers lingering against your stomach for a second. The sound of your ragged breathing is the only sound in the room as he pulls you into another desperate fleeting kiss, your lips barely keeping up with his before he pulls away.
“Need you.”
His eyes narrow playfully when you choose to nod, his smile widening into a grin with a gentle tug of your hand over to the bed; his fingers drop to your waistband before you can even breathe out an actual reply, quick hands undoing the button as he nudges them down.
“Come on, you can say it.”
His voice is a low tease in your ear before he kisses your jaw adoringly, his stress slipping with every small noise he rips from you.
“Bruno… Want you to fuck me. Please?”
You sound pathetic, a breathy plea slipping from your lips when his fingers trace across your core through your underwear, pushing your pants down completely with his free hand and pushing you back onto the bed.
His grin catches the light almost demonically when he nods his head up the bed for you to move back, a pleased hum splitting the tension when you follow his silent command.
“Just... I need to taste you.”
His fingers are gentle as they nudge your thighs apart, his eyes locked onto the wet fabric sticking to your skin between your legs; he looks more fucked that you do, his desperation barely held behind his control when he leans to kiss the plush flesh of your thigh.
His voice is exasperated when your hips jerk unconsciously at the warm breath ghosting across your skin, a small chuckle vibrating your skin before he pulls away.
“Be patient, amore. You said you wanted to take care of me, right? Then let me make you feel good.”
His kind smile is a contrast to the tease that slips from him, the sweetness dripping off him even with him securely nestled between your thighs.
It takes all of your control to not chase the faint fleeting feel of his lips pressing to your thighs, his hands hooking under your knees to keep your legs open for him to indulge in your body for as long as he wants.
“Bruno, pleas…”
Your needy shaky plea slips into a loud cry when pleasure coils through your entire body, his tongue slowly dragging across your clothed clit and forcing you quickly into gasping whimpers when he doesn’t let up.
He doesn’t stop the slight grind of your hips when he dips his head and traces his tongue from your soaked entrance and back to your sensitive clit with a groan, your hand is in his hair before he can even move your underwear to the side.
His hand catches your where it curls into the covers when he pulls away for a long second, his fingers entwining with yours with a slow blink up to you. The smile on his lips doesn't slip when his free hand moves the fabric of your underwear out of his way as his tongue slips easily between your folds with a pleased shudder at the intensity of your arousal.
Your fingers tighten urgently around the dark strands of his bob when he traces slow circles over your clit with a deep groan when you tug his hair with a cry of his name, the pleasure pulling against his scalp making his body jerk in response with a gentle suck to the hard bud resting against his tongue,
You can’t even muffle your cries when your hands are on him, the slow consistent drag of the hot muscle making your control fray quickly under his devastatingly precise pleasure.
The deep moans falling from his lips only enhances the feeling rushing through your sensitive skin when he nudges his erection into the covers below him.
“Don’t… Please don’t stop…”
His eyes roll back just from the sound of your voice, the breathy whine lingering in the air when your legs tremble around his head; his hand slips from yours quickly as he curls his fingers around your thigh and nudges your leg over his shoulder, the change in position making your gasp choke in your throat instantly.
His hips speed up their slight grind into the covers when your hips roll onto his tongue, every bliss ladened movement only spurring on his own desperation when the pleasure thrums through his body. The small restraint you still hold shatters in your grip with a loud whimper when his tongue drops to sink into your dripping entrance, his nose nudging your clit with every shallow thrust into you.
The tremble in your hand is obvious when you cover your mouth with a loud moan as his fingers replace his tongue inside you, his hips jerking into the mattress hard as he matches the slow pace he sets when your head falls back, your hand tugging him closer in the blinding pleasure he brings you.
He can’t think about anything but making you cum on his fingers when you grind hard onto his tongue, every drag of the taut muscle only forcing you closer and closer to the edge with a gasp of his name when he whimpers into you.
The pleasure coiling in your core rips your mind from you, barely even notice him thrusting pathetically into the soft covers as the fabric rubbing against his pants leaves him locked in pure desperation to cum... Even if it means he makes a mess of himself.
He doesn’t know the last time his brain switched off like this. Every thought shredded out of his grip just by letting you use his tongue while his fingers force you ever closer to cumming on his face…
God, just the thought has his cock throbbing, his breath catching and leaving him hazy from the lack of oxygen while he buries his face into you. But he can’t even think about pulling away when you’re moaning so perfectly below him, not until he makes you fall apart.
Your hips falter as you ride the edge, the desperation bubbling too quickly when he takes over your control and sucks softly against your clit with a broken moan on his lips, his thrusts into the mattress stuttering when you choke out a cry of his name.
His entire composure snaps when your thighs tremble around his head, your mouth falling open in a silent cry, every breath catching in your throat as he pushes you hard over the edge.
The pressure fractures in your abdomen when your fingers tug his head closer with a shaky sob, the wetness dripping down his fingers when his tongue leaves your overstimulated bud to lick desperately against your soaked hole.
“Amore…”
He seems almost ravenous as he devours you, not stopping even when your body goes limp underneath him, his fingers slipping out of your entrance to sink his tongue inside with a shattered groan.
The sharp rock of his hips slows to barely a grind as his rhythm breaks, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you still as he drags himself hard over the edge, every slow lap at your arousal pulling his own orgasm out in devastating spurts.
His deep breaths cool your sensitive skin as you stare in shock down at him, his hips stilling with a final jerk when the pleasure burns through his veins and leaves every thought in his mind silent.
“Fuck… Baby, did you…”
You can feel his lazy smile when his tongue leaves you, his lips pressing soft kisses against your sweat misted skin through your highs; he doesn’t speak for a second as the embarrassment starts to coil under his flesh, the gentle brush of your fingers through his hair leaving him blissful and flushed.
“I couldn’t stop myself. You just… Tasted so perfect.”
“Holy shit…”
His forehead rests onto your thigh with a shaky hum when your fingers scratch against his scalp, the discomfort of the cum soaking into the fabric of his pants ripping him out of his ecstasy with a horrified realisation.
“I think a shower would be welcome right now.”
“I could clean you up in other ways…”
His head snaps up with a glare at your playful tease, his gaze meeting yours with a shake of his head, his messy hair falling in front of his lidded eyes when your hand moves away.
“You’re eager today, aren’t you?”
“Says the man who just ate me out to destress…”
His tongue dips out to lick the remnants of you off of his lips with a grin when your eyes widen, your hand covering his intense gaze with a shaky breath out when he laughs. It's sweet. Devastatingly adoring when he kisses your thigh once before settling back onto his knees with a groan at the dark wet spot he left against the covers.
“I’m sorry for the mess, amore…”
The sight of him so embarrassed has your stomach aching, his flushed cheeks contrasting perfectly against his dark mussed hair; your eyes fall with a grounding exhale at the cum dripping slowly down the fabric of his pyjamas, soaking into the light material and darkening it dramatically under the dimming sunlight.
“Bruno… My love.”
His head snaps away from the stain against the covers at the whispered need in your voice, your thighs still spread invitingly and tearing his attention back down to your pretty core; his throat bobs hard when he swallows, still painfully aroused even when he’s half hard against the damp fabric.
Dude oh my god I just discovered your blog earlier today and I am OBSESSED with your works!!! I really love how you write the bucci gang (esp the bruabba x reader ones 🥵)
Since requests are open, is it alright to request a Don!Giorno x reader where he’s experiencing vampiric tendencies around the reader recently and they ended up sleeping together? He’s been pinning for the reader for SO LONG but (and she does too!) but passione business has been getting in the way for a couple of years & they’ve been busy with it. With the sudden change in his physique (I know turning into a vampire doesn’t work like this but god, vampire!Giogio is underutilized in fics 😔✋🏻) he ends up taking a little sip for reader and things go down from there~
Omg so sorry if this is waay too descriptive! You can change it up a bit too!! I’ll introduce myself at the 🍀 anon for now!
-🍀 anon
Orion - Vampire!Giorno x Fem!Reader
A/N - DONT WORRY IT WASNT TOO DESCRIPTIVE, IT WAS PERFECT I GOT YOU! ALSO I LOVE VAMPIRE GIOGIO Um... Just... Don't look at the word count... HAHAHAHAH I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT, Thank you for the request 🍀 anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3
Warning - Blood Drinking
This takes place 7 years after GW - Both Giorno + Reader are 22
♡ Smut ♡
Word Count - 3800 (idk man...)
.MINORS DNI.
Slender fingers press softly into his temple as he stares exasperated down at the papers in his hands, a rare annoyance coiling in his chest with an exhale as he places them back down and leans back into the plush material of the chair.
It was already early in the morning, the sun not peaking across the horizon yet thankfully, curtains and doors still open over the city below.
The wind was soft and cool in the dimmed room when he stood, slipping to the balcony to look out, almost in longing.
He misses the feel of the sun on his skin, the calming warmth against him as he rests by your side. Sometimes he wonders if you hate him for it, that he can’t walk by your side in the sun. That you can’t go to the places he wants to take you.
He knows you miss it just as much as he does.
A light sigh on his lips as he steps back inside and closes the door, pulling the curtains closed as the sunlight flickers over the horizon, a deep sadness curling into his skin.
He knows you deserve more.
It’s selfish of him to hope you don’t want more.
He catches his reflection in the mirror as he heads towards the door, he looks more and more like his father everyday, it's almost terrifying how similar they look, the thought alone makes his stomach churn.
He remembers the day he found out just who Dio was from PolnaTortoise. The cruelty he wrought on people.
He often wonders if he’s capable of that same cruelty.
A vampire.
An impossible biological anomaly, but here he stands in his office.
Eyes darker than the softness they once held, fangs sharp against his closed lips. But that isn’t the part that terrifies him, it’s the subtle bloodlust that coils in his stomach whenever you’re around him.
You’ve been by his side in Passione since you helped them defeat Diavolo 7 years ago, not once have you given him a reason to distrust you, but giving him thousands that made him fall in love with you instead.
You know about his… Affliction.
But you aren’t ever scared of him, just silently adapting your world for him, keeping the safe house dark during the day so he doesn’t have to worry about the pain ripping at his skin, you even offered to let him drink from you.
He couldn’t.
The thought of hurting you makes him feel like a monster.
He steps out of his office in a daze right as you slip from your room into the hallway, noticing him immediately as you walk to his side, he can smell you before he hears you as his head turns to you with a soft smile.
“Good morning, Y/N. Sleep well?”
“Morning Giorno, I did thank you, have you been working all night again?”
Even when he doesn’t need to sleep as much as you he still looks exhausted, you can see it in his eyes when his shoulders relax more by your side.
“There’s just so much to do lately, nothing to worry about. I promise.”
“Giorno.”
Your voice is always kind, even as the commanding tone slithers into it, concerned for his well being even if he’s not fully human anymore.
“You should sleep, give me what you were working on.”
His hand raises to rub his face slightly, a small yawn on his lips while he doesn’t notice your wandering eyes on him. You don’t know exactly what’s happening to his body but you definitely aren’t complaining, muscles taut under his shirt, you wonder if his muscles are all that’s changed.
Your eyes widen at the thought, cheeks faintly pink as you look away immediately.
He’s your boss.
You shouldn’t be thinking of him like that.
He’s your friend.
He can hear the way your heartbeat spikes, hand falling from his face as he looks at you almost suspiciously, watching the way your cheeks flush and you avoid his gaze purposefully.
“Are you okay? Your heart is beating very fast.”
He steps closer to you slightly, a playful look in his eyes as he tests his little theory, maybe it was all just a coincidence.
No.
It’s definitely him causing your heart to jump.
“Am I scaring you?”
Your eyes meet his with a soft frown on your face, making his smile widen when he watches your cheeks burn brighter.
“What? No! Of course not… It’s just a little hot in here.”
The hum is immediate as he leans towards you, grinning so wide that you can see his fangs slightly, making you swallow thinking about how they would feel against your skin. He watches the way your eyes fall to his mouth, pupils dilating more in the dark house.
As if he could hear your loud thoughts he stepped back again, straightening up with a tense exhale and closed eyes.
“Gio?”
“It’s okay, just… The usual.”
You know about the bloodlust that he feels, always kept in check with a gentle smile and usual composure. He’s never bitten anyone, never even tasted someone else's blood.
It shouldn’t excite him as much as it does to imagine you below him with his fangs in your throat.
“Giorno. Can I help?”
“No. I won’t hurt you.”
“What if I want you to?”
The words slip from you before you can stop them, eyes wide as you stare up at him in panic, watching for every tiny change in his expression as your heart stutters in your chest.
He’s just as wide eyed as you when he realises what you said, and by the look on your face you aren’t lying about it, even if you’re incredibly flustered.
“You shouldn’t.”
It's barely a whisper as he forces himself to look away from you, swallowing as his breathing catches in his throat, feeling the way his body reacts to you immediately.
An almost amused exhale on your lips as you turn to face him fully, you can see just how much he wants to and it’s definitely a much bigger want than you were expecting him to have…
“Probably not but I trust you Giorno.”
“I’ve never… I don’t want to lose control.”
You know the risks as well as he does, even with your stand he has too much strength for you to remove him without hurting him. You know he would rather you kill him than ever lose control like that.
Your hands cup his face to make him look at you, god was he always this tall? His eyes find yours in the dimmed hallway.
“I trust you.”
“Can I kiss you?”
His immediate question makes you blink up at him in confusion, fingers still gently on his jaw as he leans slightly towards you, eyes not leaving your lips for a beat too long before glancing up to meet your gaze.
“I… You want to kiss me?”
“Please?”
A hum soft on his lips as they almost brush yours, gentle and intimate as you stand so close together, one of your hands dropping to his chest unconsciously.
“I like you. A lot…”
“I like you too, Giorno.”
“Even if I can’t take you to the beach?”
He looks almost sad, eyes watching you for any hint of rejection as he lightly reminds you of exactly who he is.
“Moonlight walks are more romantic anyway.”
“I can’t give you everything you want.
“Gio. You already have…”
He can’t stop himself from pressing his lips to yours, gentle as his fingers curl around the back of your head and hold you against him.
You can't help the soft moan into his mouth when he nudges you back to pin you between the wall and himself, his fangs faint as they scrape against your bottom lip when you move, making you giddy at the thought of him biting you. And he does.
Just not intentionally.
Gentle hands dragging you impossibly closer to him as he deepens the kiss, fangs nicking your lip just enough to cut, making him let go in panic and step back immediately, a whispered apology already falling from him.
You don’t let him back up anymore when you grab his hand, pulling him gently back forward.
You know he could have just stood there and not let you move him, he lets you anyway, worry on his face when he glances to your lip. The smell of your blood lingering in the air between you both makes his mouth water and his heart jump excitedly.
“Taste it. You aren’t going to hurt me.”
After a long hesitant pause he leans down and licks the blood on your lip.
The shift is immediate, eyes wide and hungry as he pushes you back into the wall, lips against yours in desperation. He doesn’t stop the groan into your mouth as he tastes you on his tongue, chest rising and falling rapidly as the urge to bite you becomes almost all consuming, barely dragging himself away from you when his fangs rest on your lip.
“Shit. I… We should stop.”
You step forward and take his hand in yours, as sweet as ever even while he looms over you with barely contained bloodlust, like you don’t realise the amount of danger you’re in as you smile so sweetly up at him before nudging him towards your room.
“It’s okay, I want you to.”
He doesn’t move this time, standing stiff in a panic as he tries to will away the urge to pin you onto the plush carpet and take everything you’ll let him have. That want terrifies him.
What scares him more is that you want it as well.
You can feel his hesitation, the tense in his body as he stares at you like he wants to devour you whole.
“Hey, It's okay, lets stop."
“If I lose control, I want you to stop me… Please?” You know what he’s implying, you also know Gold Experience Requiem wouldn’t allow that, but in some way you think his stand wouldn’t allow him to hurt you either.
“I promise.”
He steps towards your room, hand slipping onto your waist with a nervous exhale, his body relaxing some when you press yourself against him, showing him that you trust him not to lose control.
His eyes follow to where you sit on the edge of your bed, a gentle smile on your face as you wait for as long as he needs to, his heart pounding in his chest in excitement.
He’s been avoiding this for over a year, after his vampiric genes started activating it took him a while to even be in the same room with you without the desire to bite you being overwhelming. Why you? Why no one else?
A shaky sigh falling from his lips as he stepped towards you, you always have a way of flustering him, even as the boss of Passione, his one weakness is always you.
His eyes are nervous as you meet his gaze, throat bobbing weakly when he swallows, attempting to speak before closing his mouth again with a huff.
“Giorno, we don’t have to do this.”
“Have you thought about it?”
“You feeding on me?”
He nods slightly, eyes staying on yours, you can tell he feels guilty for wanting this, you know he needs you to tell him the truth.
Maybe even to tell him to leave so he can keep what little control he has remaining, hands clenched at his sides as he tries not to reach out and touch you.
“I have…”
“Often?”
Your embarrassment tells him everything he needs to know as you look away, making him think back to every strange interaction he’s had with you. Until it clicks.
He’s silent for too long as you look back up at him, his eyes wide as he stares down at you, a grin pulling at his lips.
“How often?”
Shit.
You don’t answer as your cheeks burn, knowing if you looked away again he would know immediately, hoping that maybe if you kept eye contact it would throw him off.
“Your heartbeat is very fast. Answer the question?”
It was a command wrapped in the guise of a question, you know he wasn't asking you, he was waiting to see if you’d choose to lie.
“A lot.”
Your tongue darts out to lick your lip as you sit up a little straighter, tasting the blood on your tongue as you meet his gaze again, used to see him so calm and composed, suddenly seeing a very amused, excited Giorno standing Infront of you.
You desperately try to keep your eyes on his face with his body so close to you, until he leans down with a hum, palm pushing your shoulder back with the same tenderness he always holds for you, no matter how strong he is.
“And how often is that? You know I have very good hearing, right?”
The smile on his lips not leaving as you move back onto the bed, watching him climb on with you, hand on your waist to stop you from trying to move away, making sure he elongated the word ‘very’ as emphasis.
“How good is very?”
“Good enough I can hear you moan no matter where I am in the house.”
He definitely knows.
You almost miss the sweet, nervous Giorno you usually see, the giddiness in him almost a stark contrast to how he looks, tight shirt over muscle so big you wonder how it doesn’t rip.
Your wide eyes making him laugh as he leans over you, wanting to kiss you but realising your lip is still bleeding lightly.
“You can kiss me Giorno… Please?”
The kiss is softer this time, more controlled even when he tastes your blood, like he has more of a hold on it this time, even if its painfully obvious how much it’s affecting him.
His fingers twitching against your hip as he unconsciously grinds against you, breaking the kiss with a panicked look in his eyes when he realises.
Only for you to pull him back down to kiss you again with a whine, when he breaks from you he doesn’t pull away fully, pressing his lips to your jaw, voice a gentle whisper in your ear.
“Tell me how often you think about it.”
“Every time.”
The groan that slips from him tickles your neck, his fangs grazing your neck as he kisses down the column of your throat, a faint whimper on your lips as you tilt your head back for him.
“Tell me what you think about.”
“Giorno…”
“Say it,”
You feel the smile on his lips when he connects back to your neck, sucking softly and very lightly nipping at the skin as he waits for you to answer.
“God…”
He can’t help the amused laugh against your neck, body trembling with little giggles as he pulls away, a much sillier grin on his face.
“You think about God?”
“Shut up… I think about you, I'm just embarrassed.”
“Don’t be…”
“Thank you Gio, I’m no longer flustered about it.”
His grin widens as he looms over you, it’s a little scary to see someone so ominous grinning over you while you’re pinned fully to the bed.
“If it makes you feel better. I touch myself listening to you.”
“Giorno!”
“I think we’re a little past thinking it’s shocking, hmm? Tell me what you think about.”
His tongue is warm as he licks across the pulse point on your throat.
“I think about you feeding on me… While you’re inside of me.”
You feel the soft vibrations when he hums against you, pleased you finally told him.
His fingers pull you further under you as he rests his arms either side of your head before gently grinding down against you, lips brushing yours as you moan softly at the friction.
“Do you want me to?”
“Please Giorno.”
His hips stop immediately so he can move back and take his shirt off, your eyes immediately falling to his body with a soft exhale.
His grin widening as his fingers slip to the hem of your shirt as you let him take it off, his mouth immediately falling to lick softly at your nipple, hands dropping to your trousers to take them off with a hum when your fingers tangle in his hair.
You feel insanely shy laying under Giorno completely naked while he stares down at you like he wants to devour you,
“You’re nervous.”
Not a question.
Fact.
He hears the way your heartbeat shudders below him.
“Well, uh… It’s not everyday you’re completely nude under your vampire mafia boss…”
“I'm not your boss right now, it's just me.”
Your fingers reach out for him as he leans into you, lips pressed softly against yours as you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance, moving his head back just enough to look at you.
“Can I?”
“Please Gio.”
You’re thankful for his broad frame as he pushes into you slowly, your hands curled around his back as his head falls into your neck, soft pants as he lets you adjust before he attempts to move again.
“Holy shit Giorno. What kind of genes do you have?”
It’s barely a sentence as you mewl out panted words while your head falls back into the covers, a breathy laugh from Giorno above you.
“Sorry… I didn’t think I was that big.”
God it’s cute the way he’s so embarrassed, still half way inside you while he lets you get used to the stretch of him.
“You can… Hah, move Gio.”
“You sure?”
“If you don’t move I will drag you down here myself.”
Your empty threat immediately cuts off into a broken moan when he pushes in, hesitating for a second not wanting to hurt you before sinking in fully when he sees the way your pretty eyes roll back and your walls tremble around him.
“If you kill me… I’m haunting you.”
He doesn’t respond to your moaned threat, head resting against your chest as he pants softly, trying to calm himself down before he starts to move inside of you.
His eyes meet yours when he starts rolling his hips, slow deep thrusts that rip the air from your lungs in the most delicate way, moans falling from your lips with every time his cock fills you so perfectly again, he can barely believe you’re underneath him like this.
Not when he’s been imaging this for months, the soft clench of your walls making it impossible to focus on anything but how pretty you look.
“You’re beautiful.”
He risks a look down at where you’re taking him and bites back a soft moan, watching his length sink inside you over and over.
“Giorno… You... Okay?” You can see the way he’s barely in control as his hips rock sweetly into you, dragging broken moans from you, eyes fluttering as you watch him.
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
"I'll tell you if you hurt me… Stop holding back.”
You should have waited.
Should have prepared yourself mentally that he would actually stop holding back, trusting you’d tell him if he pushes too far.
His thrusts turn almost hateful. Not fast.
Hard.
Every drag of his cock makes the desperate moans catch in your throat, slipping your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, his eyes snapping to your fingers as he pulls your wrist away, demanding your other hand all while you’re falling apart beneath him.
Just for him to curl one hand around both of your wrists and pin them above you.
“Let me hear you.”
It was practically a growl with the way he rests his lips against your throat, feeling you clench at the thought he would bite you.
“Beg for it.”
“Beg…?”
“Me to take you.”
“Fuck… Gio, please. I want to make you feel good… I want you to taste. Please…”
“You remember what I said?”
You whine in response, barely a nod as you feel your orgasm coiling around you, a pathetic warning on your lips as he tilts his hips slightly making you cry out, wriggling slightly to try to stop him hitting your g-spot so perfectly.
“You don’t have to wait, let me feel you.”
You don’t get to choke out that you want him to come with you when his fangs pierce your throat, it hurts more than you expect it to as he moans into your neck, tongue warm as he laps at your blood.
A broken sob rips from your lips as you cum hard around him, cock still thrusting so deep inside you that you’re barely able to keep from screaming as your head falls back, clenching around him so tight that it makes you whine at the size of him all over again.
You can feel the stutter in his hips as he drinks from you, groans falling from his lips as he tries to not cum inside you so soon all while losing his control with how perfect you taste.
“Stop holding... Back, Giorno. I’m yours.”
The moan that you drag from him is sinful, mouth pressed against your throat as he lets your blood drip softly into his mouth, overwhelming him so much he doesn’t even realise he's about to cum until his length twitches inside of you.
Your legs wrap around his waist to keep him inside you as he rocks his hips into you.
He comes so hard you can feel every pulse of his length against your cervix, whining at the way his cum pours out while he fucks you through his orgasm with broken moans pressed against your neck. His tongue still lapping at the blood, the soft dizziness pulling at you from the light blood loss as you lean your head back.
“Gio…”
He barely hums in response as his hips finally still against you, letting you feel the soft twitches as he comes down from his high, still pressed against your throat as he stops lapping at you, moving to press his head against your jaw.
“That was better that I imagined it would be…”
His voice was breathless in your ear, you can hear the grin on his lips as you laugh softly, limp in his arms as he kisses your shoulder lightly.
“Me too.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“I think you’ve ruined me…”
You sound just as breathless and giddy as he does, watching him pull back so he can look at you, letting go of your wrists with a soft apologetic look as if he’d forgotten he was holding you down before leaning in to kiss you, hesitating when he realised your blood was still on his mouth.
“You can kiss me… It’s just blood.”
He looks thankful as he leans in and kisses you, just once.
Soft.
Reverent.
“Thank you.”
“I think I should be saying that, Giorno.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Did you think I was done with you?”
A/n: I decided to give you all a break from my usual sad tormenting/agonizing stories🥰 enjoy!
Words: 1.1k
Pairing: Silver Vanrouge x fem! Reader
Warnings: none just pure fluff and kinda crack fic?
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Lilia was SICK and I mean SICK and TIRED of the lovesick and utterly helpless look his son always had on his face every time you were near their line of vision.
He knew about his son's huge crush on you. I mean how could he not with the way silver LOOKS at you like you’re the only thing in this world?! Soft eyes staring at you with nothing but admiration and attention.
Can his son not be any more obvious?
Lilia tried to talk to him about it. Get him to make a move so his son can be happy. Totally not because he’s excited for potential grandbabies
Anyways
Silver dismissed his father’s proposal of setting the two of you up for a date. He said that he wasn’t sure if you even liked him back, thinking you probably liked one of your first year friends due to your closeness with them.
Which almost made Lilia laugh
ALMOST
It’s painfully obvious of your relationship with those two heartslabyul guys. He once heard you say how you view them as siblings, which made him cackle from seeing the reactions of your two friends who looked absolutely mortified. Leaving you confused on why the older fae found it funny.
But that was during the first few months of you being here, after that the duo started seeing you as a very close friend/sister.
ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF THAT
Lilia is sick and absolutely TIRED of seeing his son sulk and love you from afar. Trust me he’s seen his son stare at you like a divorced man that fumbled his beautiful ex wife and wants her back. So he’s going to finally take matters into his own hands and start setting up plans and ways to get you and his son together. (And maybe also pray to the great sevens for extra measures)
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“In the count of three, we all show our results”
“One…”
“Two…”
“Three!!” You all turn your papers around and stare at your scores. You visibly cringe at seeing your barely passing score. The loud noise from Ace made you turn around as you saw him jaw slacked. Staring at his own paper in horror.
“No way”
“This can’t be! I studied for weeks!” You patted deuce back gently. Feeling a bit bad for both of your friends.
“At least crewel is giving us a second chance to get a better score than the one we have!” You tell them. Ace slowly turns his head to face you, you smiled as you ignored his eye twitch.
“Second chance? Yeah no I’m screwed” You hear a loud thud come from your side, you turn to see deuce head on the table.
“We can’t have riddle find out about this…he’ll kill us and make us clean vorpal stables…” He slurs. You sigh and set your paper down.
“I wish I had someone to tutor me…”
And like a genie, Lilia appears out of nowhere.
Seriously, he just spawned out of nowhere.
“I know the perfect person!” The three of you scream.
“What the- Lilia?!” The fae ignores Ace as he beams at you.
“Why don’t you let my son tutor you? Silver is very good at history of magic! In fact, he scored a 100 on the recent test-”
He went on a full 30 minute rant about silver’s academic achievement as you, Ace, and deuce endured it all, much to silver's horror as he quickly came in and dragged Lilia away as he apologized with a red face.
But you did come to him and nervously asked if he could tutor you! (And he obviously said yes)
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The next attempt happened when you were in Vargas class. You and epel were busy doing your daily stretches when vargas suddenly told everyone to partner up. Since you and epel were already together, the two of you decided to pair up.
Well imagine both of your surprise when you turn to hand Epel a broom only for you to bump straight into silvers chest.
“Oof!”
You look to see a very red faced and embarrassed silver while Epel was straight up confused on how he got to the other side of the field with a giddy Lilia next to him. Epel's eyes narrowed as he looked between you and silver before turning back to look at Lilia who was next to him. Again…how in the great sevens did he end up on the other side of the field?!
“I’m partnered with Epel! You and Silver get toget- uh partner up!” Lila shouts as he clutches onto the broom in his hands.
“But I was alrea-”
“Don’t ruin this for me”
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The attempts went on for a while. From silver being your history of magic tutor to him showing you how to ride a horse, to then teaching you about the different animals twisted wonderland had, to-
Well, you get it.
Lilia noticed how much more his son started falling for you. The both of you sit together outside for lunch now, you’re busy talking about what went on with your day while silver just sits there quietly admiring you.
Lilia feels like shedding tears and already hears the sounds of wedding bells.
But after two weeks of trying to get his son to make a move, an old man gets tired eventually.
So now here he is, standing in the common room of diasomnia as he paces back and forth.
“I tried everything already! I love to see that the two grew closer BUT! I need silver to make a move already!”
Both sebek and malleus look puzzled. The two of them looked at each other before looking back at a stressed out Lilia who was busy ranting out his thoughts.
“Um, lil-”
“Not now sebek” The poor first year couldn’t do anything but sigh as he watched the older fae mumble.
Mallues clears his throat, Lilia looks over for a second before going back to his rambling, clearly letting the younger fae know he’s listening despite his situation.
“I’m surprised you’re stressing yourself out about young silver happy love life” Lilia pauses. He turns to mallues with a confused expression.
“Happy? I do-“ He gets cut off as the door to the common room bursts open. The three of then turn around to see a very happy and giggling silver and you as the two of you walk hand and hand.
Lilia jaw drop.
“W-when did this happen?”
“A month ago”
A MONTH?!
Mallues greets you both with a welcoming smile as sebek lets out a disappointed sigh.
“I tried to tell you Lilia-sama”
A loud thud echoes through the room as you all gasp.
“Father!”
“Oh no! Lilia are you okay?!”
The old fae has passed out. But the four of you didn’t miss the big ole smile he had on his face as he mumbled about his future quote on quote, “grandbabies”.
Request by @lex752:
Hello! I'd like to request Mr Loverman but with the vice wardens
Link to part 1
A/N: Ty for the request! I didn't include Ortho because of the romance aspect of this prompt; yes I know he's technically grouped in with the other first-years age-wise, but I really just cannot get over that he's a reconstruction of an 8 year old boy.
Warnings: Angsty in some of them (Jamil), discussions of death and loss in Lilia's
(GN!reader)
TREY CLOVER
• Trey would realise that he has feelings for you pretty quickly, but would either take a very long time to act on it, or wouldn't at all.
• Firstly, he's already the doting type, and that becomes especially obvious with you. He's constantly asking if you've eaten today, and whether you have or haven't; he always has a little baked treat on him just for you.
• He makes sure you're always properly dressed for what kind of weather was forecasted for the day; he makes sure you're getting to bed on time; and of course, he makes sure you're taking good care of your teeth. He's even helped you get out of trouble with Riddle a few times - or, at least done the best he could in that regard.
• Unfortunately, this is partially why I think Trey would be very prone to getting "he's like a brother to me"-d.
• He's just naturally quite caring and protective of everybody, always making sure their needs are met, and is liable to over-indulge them at times, especially you. But because of his unwillingness to make a move in fear of making you uncomfortable or ruining the bond you two already share, anything he does is unlikely to actually come off as romantic, because he seemingly just acts this way with everyone.
• Then there's this paired with him being a very passive man, to a fault. If you were to start getting close to someone else, he does nothing. Go on dates with someone else, he does nothing.
• His passiveness is probably his biggest flaw and his most frustrating feature too. And I can absolutely see it leading to him losing his chance with you.
• Once again, the simplest answer here would be to confess to him yourself.
RUGGIE BUCCHI
• He knows he has a thing for you pretty early on, but denies it being serious for as long as he possibly can. To everyone, including himself, he'll insist it's just a tiny crush and nothing more. He might even turn it into a running joke.
• I can see him playfully flirting with you to the point that it just becomes your dynamic. You'll banter, he'll flirt, maybe even jokingly ask you out. But that's just it; as far as you know, it's a joke. And he'll try to convince himself it is too, that you rolling his eyes at his horrible pick-up lines and your rebuttals - all meant to be jokes - don't sting at least a little bit.
• He brushes it off for as long as he possibly can. The point where he can't anymore is when people notice him starting to give you things. Namely food.
• Leona catches him handing you something off of his own plate in the cafeteria and just the look his Housewarden gives him is enough to send Ruggie spiralling. This is serious, and he really can't deny it anymore.
• Would he confess? Yes, I think so, but only after a long while of hyping himself up, and he wouldn't be doing it with any expectations whatsoever.
• He knows he has to tell you if he wants any chance at moving on from this, because all this time being your friend has proven that these feelings aren't going away. And he'd understand if it makes things awkward, or even if you don't want to hang out with him anymore, given that the playful flirting your dynamic is built around might get a little weird now.
• But, even though it might seem contradictory to him confessing, he has next to no hope that his feelings might actually be returned.
• Weirdly for Ruggie, I get the feeling he approaches it from a coldly logical angle. He's got this idea stuck in his head that there's no reason you would want him. He has nothing to offer you, not in the sense of money, ambition, or anything that he assumes you would want for a stable future. And he's so deep into this mindset that it's like he's already gotten over a rejection that hasn't come yet.
• Anyway, accept the confession and watch his whole world change before your very eyes.
JADE LEECH
• Oddly, I think it's very obvious.
• Not just to Azul and Floyd either - though they are the ones who notice the most changes in him - I mean literally everyone, including you, can tell he's taken a liking to you. Which is strange for a man with such a famed poker-face.
• Unfortunately though, his liking to you presents itself almost like scientific fascination with a specimen. He likes to experiment with you.
• He'll say and do things specifically to get you to react, sometimes very frustrating things. But then he'll also give you objects - random rocks he picked up while hiking, mushrooms, coins, food if you're lucky. And then he walks away to see from a distance what you do with it, which you can't imagine is that interesting, but he seems to find endlessly entertaining.
• He feels like he's observing you in an enclosure and tossing in objects just to see what happens.
• I don't think Jade would confess, but it's not for the same reasons as some of the others. He still fully intends to enter a relationship with you, he just wants to see what he can do to push you into confessing first.
• If he starts being more overtly flirtatious and spending more time with you, will that change anything? What if he starts getting closer to another student, does that spark any jealousy within you? He likes going to places alone with you so that strangers can mistake you two for a couple and he can stare you down to see how you react to that.
• I think if he realises it isn't working, he'll confess himself, and have no issues doing so. He just wants to see if this little science experiment will work first.
JAMIL VIPER
• Well. Unfortunately there are endless things getting in your way here.
• His servant status poses a multitude of complicated roadblocks. His life is essentially devoted to serving Kalim, and if something comes up that distracts him from this job for long enough for anything to go wrong, not only will he suffer the consequences, but his family will by extension.
• He also lives with Kalim, and the Asim's estate is where the rest of his family reside too. It's likely he can't leave there - not without bringing shame upon his family for abandoning his station, maybe leaving them jobless and with a sullied reputation due to the influence of the Asims - but he also may not want to bring anyone from the outside, in.
• What the Vipers do is generational, which raises the question of how they marry. I imagine it's typically arranged for them, which then brings to light a whole different set of issues that I'm not going to even attempt to dissect, given I believe arranged marriages are a cultural practice, and I don't want to say anything incorrect.
• The long and short of it is that any kind of romance with Jamil is unrealistic at best. I genuinely don't think there's much of a way around this, short of you uprooting your entire life to become a Viper yourself (if his family or the Asims would accept you), or him running away and potentially bringing ruin to his family.
• Jamil is more aware of how restricted he is than anyone. And even if it was possible to bring you back home and have you stay with him forever, he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to make you continue the cycle with him.
• Even if you were to confess to him, he would be honest with you, saying that he just can't do it. But he'd still tell you that he loves you. Not for the first time either, as after your confession, he says it more and more often, and every time you hear more sadness and desperation festering behind his words.
• You hold him, whisper words of comfort and affection, and it's nice to pretend to be a normal couple. But it will come to an end, and fleeting moments of respite from his caged life will have to remain fleeting.
• He needs you to remain free. Maybe you can come to visit him in his cage from time to time, pretend to be old friends, while holding him where you're sure no-one can see like you used to. And in those moments and those moments alone, he allows himself to be happy.
ROOK HUNT
• Good luck??
• Rook will follow you around everywhere, praise your beauty constantly and has attempted to serenade you at least a couple times. I say "attempted" because he did it in a public space and you just walked away.
• He has endless poems and letters written about you, most of which he hasn't even shown you. He just keeps them stashed away somewhere.
• The question here isn't really if he'll confess, it's more about when you'll finally return his affections. He isn't remotely subtle about his feelings, he'd confess to you over and over again if you let him, but this is likely also exactly the problem he faces. He's too obsessive.
• I don't think Rook intends to be creepy or overbearing, this is very much just how he is. But given I think he falls fast and hard; it understandably takes you a while to give the benefit of the doubt to a man who, from your perspective, started stalking you the moment you met him.
• Either you or someone else (likely Vil) is going to need to have a very long chat with him about boundaries. Because although he will respect them once they're stated, they do need to be stated; he lacks any amount of common sense about this kind of thing. He is not intentionally trying to make you uncomfortable.
• Assuming he has that conversation and backs off, I think this is the point where a healthy dynamic can be built between the two of you. And now that you have your space back, maybe you will end up returning his feelings for you with time.
LILIA VANROUGE
• Lilia has been in love before. Maleanor and Raverne were his first and only loves, and he's experienced the highs and lows; as well as the heartbreak and grief that comes from losing them.
• Maybe 400 years ago, when he first lost them, he would have sworn to never fall in love again. He was convinced that the pain he experienced after losing them and being left only with Maleanor's egg - their son - to remember them by, would never be worth the fleeting joy being in love gave him.
• But hundreds of years have passed since then. In that time, Malleus has come into his own, and he's also taken in a human son, Silver. And behind the incomparable joy of watching Silver grow has always been the looming threat of the anguish that will come when he has to watch his son, the baby boy he raised, perish.
• But he's never regretted his decision. Maybe he will in the future, but as for the present, he wouldn't change a thing. If he could do it all over again, he finds that not only would he still take Silver in; but he would still choose to fall in love with Maleanor and Raverne, too.
• Lilia is far older than Malleus, and more experienced with loss. So although the realisation he loves you would still come with some necessary introspection, he wouldn't agonise over it quite as much as Malleus would. He doesn't want to waste the time he has with you by worrying so much about the future.
• So, in the name of wasting no time at all; he's as quick to start openly flirting with you as he can be. He'll spook you by hanging upside-down behind doors, before jumping down and joining you in whatever you were going to do. He asks you to teach him how to work his phone - ("you wouldn't leave a poor old man hanging, would you?") - despite knowing exactly how to use it, just to spend more time with you.
• He doesn't confess immediately - he'd rather build a close bond with you first. But he will at some point, as soon as he thinks the time is right. Any moment spent with you is undoubtedly worth the pain of losing you.
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