🌲Sprite🪷Writes🌲

✨️ 21 || College Student || Artist and Writer || Any pronouns || Writing for fun || Multi-fandom enjoyer || Possible Comms? || Ageless blogs & MDNI. ✨️ HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!!!

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Take Two.

Hello everyone, my name is Sprite and welcome to my blog! I had an old one, but I decided to start fresh because it felt like going back to my old one with fresh, new content, felt wrong. RIP to my old one, I barely remember it.

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So, more about me…

I am a 21 year old going to college to figure shit out, struggling on the way. But what better way to handle that with reading and writing fanfic?

This is what this blog is about. I plan to write my own fanfics, occasionally reblog others' works, all that fun stuff. ✨️

So, what will I be writing?

Every writer has their strengths and weaknesses, they have their limits, so here's what I intend to write, and what I will absolutely not write whatsoever!

I enjoy writing fanfic for characters from fandoms, fandoms that I love and adore. I also do enjoy writing about my OCs, but it's a little harder to write about them when you're not sure if others will really care to see, so I'm still debating on that.

With that, here are things I'm willing to write… Fluff, crackfics, angst, NSFW, alternative universes (I already have ideas for some!), maybe a bit of dead dove here and there (it really depends on the fandom). THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A CONTENT WARNING ON MY WORKS BEFORE THE FIC ITSELF!

What I won't write.

I will not write anything that involves proshipping, pedophilia, etc… It's hard to remember all my ‘hard no's, but I know my limits and what I will absolutely not be writing.

With that being said, I will not be taking requests unless I explicitly state I will be taking requests.

I am a little iffy on requests, if I don't like a request I simply won't do it. If I do like it, I will do it, hit or miss really. I am a little on the slower side however, please be patient.

Extra notes:

I do not have a schedule and I refuse to make one and inevitably disappoint people when I cannot live up to a standard that I made for myself.

I struggle with mental health issues (along with things that happen off of social media) that do make it a little rough for me to write, but I try my best because I do enjoy writing, it is one of my hobbies and it makes not only myself happy, but others too.

Inconsistency is to be expected, so you may not see me for days, weeks, months, maybe even years (I plan not to leave you guys hanging for years 😭). So please be patient with me, this is a side hobby for me!

If you wish to keep up with more consistent posts and you wanna see more of my art, you can find me here!

— Cya next time.

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જ⁀➴𝙇𝙖 𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙨₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Author Note(s): Man, after writing this, it lowkey makes me want to rewrite the Bucci crew. Funnily enough, it felt like it was easier to write for La Squadra vs Bucci Gang LMAO. Also I miss the way I did HCs for Gachiakuta, I forgot to do it with two other fics so I'm bringing it back.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ 𝜗𝜚 ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Warning(s): None, it's just general fluff, slightly suggestive on Formaggio's part, (it's Formaggio, what do we expect?/silly). Gender neutral reader, chubby/fat reader mentions (even though I generally write specifically for chubbier/fat readers). Not 100% proof read, so apologies for any minor errors.

Happy Pride Month btw guys! 💙🏳️‍🌈

Word Count: 1,167.

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

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Risotto Nero

𖹭 Risotto is a man married to his work unfortunately, but it's an unhappy marriage let's be for real.

𖹭 If he did have a S/O, it would have to be someone extremely patient with him. He's another man who could be with someone who works with him or doesn't. He does actively avoid having any relationships with civilians, but one can always work their ways into his heart.

𖹭 He just wants someone to collapse onto and relax completely around. So a lot of stability and security, along with a lot of patience since, again, he is the leader of La Squadra and is VERY busy.

𖹭 Loves someone with some fat on their body too, enjoys the contrast between his hard physique and their soft one. (He's lowkey obsessed with it.)

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Prosciutto

𖹭 Prosciutto is a very dominant man who takes control as much as he can, really, the only man he's ever really listening to is Risotto. He prefers someone more submissive to him, though, when they do challenge him? It gives him the thrill (or migraine) to put them back in their place.

𖹭 I don't believe he is a man who wants complete submission, he wants a little kick back, because, as much as he hates to admit it, he can be wrong too.

𖹭 He would call his S/O a brat when they do have a rebellious streak, but both parties enjoy it with one another, even if he doesn't show it.

𖹭 He tries to handle issues mostly on his own, because that's what he's used to, carrying his own problems with others. But with someone so insistent, he learns that he can share the burden as well, and it makes him feel deeper in love with his S/O.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Formaggio

𖹭 One word. Spicy.

𖹭 Okay, so, he's really into someone with a lot of sass and who doesn't put up with bullshit. Especially his bullshit. Bickering is his #1 favorite activity and if someone can match it, or better yet, put him in his place? He's all for it honestly. (He's a bottom, sue me.)

𖹭 Formaggio needs to be put in his place since he's a little shit all the time. But he also I think he does appreciate the few rare moments of softness.

𖹭 As much as it seems odd to say, I think he'd be attracted to someone who is jaded and has a lot of problems of their own. He knows he can handle it, and he also does enjoy helping in changing their perspective if he's able to contribute to that. He enjoys the challenge of it. He can either make his S/O better or worse, and he's all for it, (he's into that toxic love guys).

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Illuso

𖹭 When it comes to Illuso, he's an arrogant, smug and condescending bastard, but I believe it's a front, in a way. He hates vulnerability a lot, but someone humble this man. He radiates insecurity under all of that guise he has, and I feel like he needs someone who knows how to break down his walls.

𖹭 A S/O who doesn't put up with bullshit, (like Formaggio's S/O), and who is calculating in how to break a person down would probably be a good match for Illuso.

𖹭 It would probably take forever, but with patience and persistence, there's a softer, quieter side to him. He wouldn't really be one to talk about his feelings, he will ALWAYS struggle with that, but he would at least put in the effort to listen to you when you speak.

𖹭 Illuso isn't an easy one, but his S/O doesn't do easy. They're in it for the long run, and truly love him enough to stick around.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Ghiaccio

𖹭 Ghiaccio needs someone who can handle his angry outbursts and someone who's able to talk him down from his highs. Man is constantly on edge, so he needs someone to relax him. Patience and warmth is key for this man.

𖹭 He will never direct his anger at his S/O and makes a lot of effort to never do so. He would rather gnaw his own foot off before hurting his lover's feelings. With that being said, he would NOT ever be with someone who consistently teases or makes fun of him. A little light hearted teasing here and there is fine, he knows it comes from a place of love. But if it's consistent, he's really not interested.

𖹭 He is also into a person with intelligence, though he does get the thrill of teaching someone as well if they don't understand something, (although, he does get a little pissy here and there). Do not ever say Venice with this man, for your own and everyone else's sake, never even mention Venice.

𖹭 The #1 fat person lover. Loves gripping onto their fat, and LOVES how warm they are. He's a cold man, and I'm sure it can be a little exhausting being cold all the time, so he's curled up into your warmth a lot when there's free time.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Melone

𖹭 For Melone, honestly, he'd love it if his S/O is someone who listens to his ramblings and is just as interested in human biology, genetics and reproduction as he is.

𖹭 Someone who can rant with him for hours on end makes him feel a little freaky…

𖹭 But for real, he just finds intelligence so sexy, it's just his type, but combined with confidence?? Oh he's having the time of his life.

𖹭 I think he's kind of scared of having kids of his own, but actively fantasizes about starting a family with you. Your decision would be the final verdict but he's fine with either decision, he can live without having kids.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Pesci

𖹭 This sweetie needs a sweetie himself.

𖹭 Pesci, oh Pesci, this poor man has a lot of insecurities, so he finds a lot of safety and comfort in someone who is secure in themselves and offers stability as well. Someone who is able to handle when he is down on himself and quick to correct him when he's spiraling.

𖹭 This REALLY helps his confidence and makes him flourish into the man he's meant to be.

𖹭 Another man obsessed with his S/O being chubby, god it drives him crazy in the best way. LOOOOVES to cuddle so much, favorite part of his day.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Sorbert & Gelato

𖹭 They're each other's type (LOL).

𖹭 But in all seriousness, I believe they would want to find someone to balance their clashing personalities.

𖹭 Sorbert is sharp and calculating, comes off as the cold and cruel type, while Gelato comes off as more chaotic and manic, although he's a little friendlier than Sorbert is.

𖹭 A S/O who has a good head on their shoulders, able to be calculative but a risk-taker themselves would fit the couple best if they did open up their relationship.

𖹭 I don't know why, but I can also see their S/O also being an anxious type as well. I feel like they'd eat that up.

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SO I’LL SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY

featuring: fem!diego, fem!johnny, f!gyro, hot pants

warnings: sfw and nsfw headcanons, some spoilers for hp's backstory, not proofread, 18+ mdni, wlw freaks, WHOLE HOUSE THIRSTY. 

a/n: happy pride month~ ❤️🧡🩷👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

👑 DIANA BRANDO

A mix of himedere and tsundere; she can act all high and mighty one minute then stutter and blush the next when her soft side slips out. Only you—her sweet childhood friend—are privy to this. She’s pretty much an asshole to everyone else.

After her father, Diana developed a strong distrust for anyone of the opposite gender. She’ll sneer at guys who ask her out and tell them to fuck off. 

"Fatherless behavior? Why would a man get the credit for the effort that I put into being a horrible woman?" 

But if you see her staring at another man unblinkingly from the other side of the room…

She’s probably having gender envy.

Too mortified to admit that she’s a Cortis fan. She got into K-pop only because you kept begging her to, and the first group that caught her attention, every single guy is gorgeous. It really stuns her ego to see many men live her dream…

Has ‘GO!’ on loop when it first released, also a mini album filled with Martin photocards that she will stare at during lunch. 

Every week is fashion week for her. Perfect hair, perfect makeup; she smells really expensive too. You won’t catch her in the same fit two days in a row. 

In fact, she has a modeling gig on the side! She insists you be there at every photo shoot so you can admire how perfect she is. 

Speaking of her hair, it has this glossy finish and the tresses just slip right through your fingers when you touch them. Diana will act annoyed a bit, crossing her arms. “Tch, you better not mess it up.” 

But she secretly loves the attention.

She also loves it when your period syncs up. She can keep you to herself all day in bed and cuddle. 

One time, while watching I’m In Love With The Villainess, you made a random comment about how she looks like Claire.

Next morning, the bathroom door was unlocked. You didn’t notice that when you pushed the door and walked in, still sleepy. Your vision cleared when you splashed your face with water, then you finally noticed Diana standing beside you with an embarrassed look, her curler in one hand while her phone on the other was blasting some kind of hairstyle tutorial, both of which she swiftly hid behind her back before urging you outside.

You talk to your family on FaceTime twice a week. Usually, your Mom will ask you to pass the phone to Diana (then yell at her for not wearing the blue light glasses she got her). Your childhood friend will roll her eyes, but put them on anyway. 

"Are you happy now? Yes, yes, I'll take care of myself, and your daughter too… Marry her?! Ew, no way!”

🔞

 Bratty switch. Diana will let you have your fun, but if you’re cooing at her too much, she’ll have no problem flipping you over. When this girl’s on top, believe me, she can get very mean. 

Matching lingerie set. Definitely takes yours off with her teeth and kisses along the valley of your chest and inner thighs.

If you get flirted with while at a social event, she’ll immediately drag you away into an empty corner. Her fingers slip underneath your dress to play with your cunt while she makes you choke on her tongue, sneering about how much of dirty slut you are. 

One day she got caught up in traffic on her way to work, but you’re already there without knowing. A guy tried chatting you up, saying that you can be his partner since the shoot was already starting. You didn’t think much of it; Diana would have refused anyway, so you just temporarily took her place.

Needless to say, she wasn’t happy when she arrived and saw his arm looped around your waist.

Ends up eating you out in the dressing room right after with the door wide open. The next time you’re with her, Diana makes a show of lacing your fingers together and kissing your cheek. Nobody in the studio dares to look at you ever again.

She hates, HATES any kind of holiday that mandates her to go back home and breathe the same air as the people who fucked her over. The only reason the blonde isn’t on the news yet is because you’re right there with her, greeting her relatives with sweet smile, all the while a vibrating egg buzzes between your legs. 

Diana holds the remote and changes the tempo to her liking. If your face turns red and your legs start to buckle, that’s all the excuse she needs to pull you away from the crowd, claiming that you’re sick and needs to be ‘taken care of’. 

You’re then pinned against the door of the guest bedroom while her entire family is literally one wall from hearing y’all fuck like rabbits. 

Diana’s strap is deep inside your pussy, her thrusts short and snappy. Taunts you about not being able to keep your voice down but she’s guilty of doing the same thing. 

Makes a cute, whiny noise when and bites down hard on your neck when she cums. That’s how you get bruises that last for days.

📘 JOHNNIE JOESTAR

Luka from Alien Stage if he was a woman. 

Seriously, her hair is platinum blonde, she has freckles that are even more prominent on her pale skin. She's basically a porcelain doll. 

Despite Johnnie's delicate look, she's far from someone easy to mess with. Doesn't have to do much given her dark, piercing stare would scare boys off... but you did hear her bending some guy's elbow backwards last semester.

Pretty horrible posture. She half-nods when you point it out but will just go right back to slumping after a few minutes. 

Isn't in any club or have anyone to impress, so Johnnie dresses whatever is most comfortable for her: hoodie, sweat pants, slip-on shoes. She always has this sweet milky scent on her, though. It's like having a dream in your arms when you get to hug her.

Also got into K-pop because of your nagging. Johnnie dislikes the idol culture, so her sole focus is on which group has the best song. 

She ends up getting attached to SNSD. Her bias is Taeyeon; got emotional as fuck watching their Into The New World live performance. 

Works as Student Assistant for some amount of time before realizing this job actually requires her to move around instead of just sitting on her chair maladaptive daydreaming (same). Once the check hit the bank, Johnnie immediately bailed to get another job outside of school. 

The most horrible thing she ever did was lie out of her ass about how the library closed early on Friday, forcing you to drive 15+ minutes to the nearest Office Depot and subsequently camp at a nearby cafe to study. Johnnie works as a receptionist for the gym across the street, which means she gets a free ride back and forth. This goes on for about two months until you finally found out. She wasn’t apologetic one bit lol.

🔞

Top. Argue with the wall.

Sometimes Johnnie will volunteer to drive, but just so she can squeeze your thigh and ghost her fingers along your panties underneath your skirt. Also slams the brake really hard at the red light to see your tits bounce.

Another possessive queen. She’s gonna feel you up while you’re politely telling this guy that you’re not interested, giving him her death glare over your shoulders until eventually he scurries away.

Doesn’t feel like moving again once her back hits the mattress. She’s far from a lazy lover, per se. Her favorite positions are you sitting on her face or bouncing on her strap. She’s glaring at you the entire time, watching the way your tits move as you use her to get yourself off. 

There’s a cozy gaming setup in her room. Johnnie loves having you on her lap while she plays Stardew Valley… except you’re completely naked, grinding against her leg and begging for her attention.

Practically spoils you when you two scissor. Her hands roam your body, squeezing and caressing while your clits grind against each other.

Did I mention that she loves boobs.

Has a blast when it comes to playing with your nipples too. It goes like lick-lick-lick-lick-bite-chuckle-kiss-lick-lick….

Nights with her are always slow and sensual. Once she orgasms, it’s gonna take a while to get Johnnie in the mood again. You usually come to her for comfort, so she doesn’t feel the need to rush anyway.

🪩 GYRA ZEPPELI

I just know Diana mad af because she spends two hours getting ready every morning, yet Gyra just slips on a tank top and still looks like she just walked out of a Hollywood film set.  

Her height is her entire fit, plus the fact that she’s so effortlessly charismatic! It’s in the Zeppeli’s blood at this point. This woman can yawn as loud as she pleases and scratch her ass while walking on campus and still have people looking at her like she’s God.

With that being said, she’s super stylish as well. Gyra just saves those clothes for da clerb. 

Has the warm and friendly older sister vibe that everyone adores, especially the Medical freshmen. Her fanclub has roughly 160 students, all of which are girls. 

A diehard Bunny. Her bias is Haerin, but she sees all of them as her precious babies. Was really sad to see Daniella go. 

Anti: “I hope New Jeans leave HYBE soon, their music sucks.”

Gyra: “Aww thank you so much, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY—“

One evening, you go on Threads to see her post something under the NJ topic. And I’m so deadass… it’s a video of her Roblox avatar kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in a random Vietnamese temple as she prays for NJ’s disbandment. It has around 400 likes and lots of comments saying “whatever keeps the fandom alive ig 🥀”

You later realize she was using Marco’s account lol.

Runs a small but stable tooth gem business in a studio she bought downtown. It isn’t posted anywhere on social media since she’s not looking to make a profit. If someone wants an appointment, they just need to come up and ask her directly. Lots of her friends frequent the shop.  

2/3 of the money she makes go toward the green yuri merch. The rest goes towards pizza takeouts that she’ll invite you over to share. 

Anytime you swing by the studio, either Ditto or Super Shy would be playing in the background as she cleans around, humming and dancing

🔞

Jooyeon Na from Sadistic Beauty Side A.

Gyra gives off this feeling that you can play around and call the shots with her... she’s just as much of a mess as you are and doesn’t even bother to hide it. I’m talking spit, squirt, sweat, tears. The filthier, the better.

Loves dousing both of you in scented body oil. The glide is insane when you two trib. You always get so wet for her, as she does for you. Like Johnnie, she can’t keep her hands off your either. The oil makes your skin glow under the light and it’s the prettiest thing she's ever seen!

Gets pussydrunk so fast… Gyra’s full on drooling by the time she gets to your sweet cunt. Good luck getting her to stop licking unless you’re literally kicking her off.

Loves to hit it doggy style while you’re both oiled up from head to toe; she thinks it’s hot when your ass bounces against her hips with each thrust. She’s moaning even louder than you.

Her fanclub begs to see you two kiss on numerous occasions, something that Gyra still refrains from actually doing cuz Hot Pants would kill her what if she can’t help but pull down your shirt and start dry-humping you in the hallway instead…

One time you two got freaky in her studio. You were coming down from your high, trying to catch your breath…

WHEN SUDDENLY

“By the way, I have an appointment coming up in five minutes~”

You hurriedly got up and cleaned around on bambi legs, cursing her out while Gyra just cackled like a madwoman. You guys opened a few windows and turned on the air purifier, but it of course, didn’t do much. Later when Jolyne arrives with Ermes, she side-eyes you so hard.

The entire place smells like pussy, literally nobody is fooled. 

💉 HOT PANTS

She's a little shorter than Gyra in terms of height, but you won't notice that when you see her. Hot Pants' presence alone is commanding and powerful enough; she’s respected by most and even feared by many. 

Go-to fit: a dark turtleneck and a pair of high-waisted grey trousers with Black Chelsea boots. Has a pair of reading rimless glasses that she always keep in her coat's pocket, along with one of your scrunchies.

Like Gyra, most of her admirers are girls. On average, she receives four confessions a month. 

Her real name is Odelia Caldwell. She knows the religious burden that comes with it; while her healing process has been going well, Hot Pants will still tenses up if someone refers to her as such. 

So you call her Pansy instead 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 since Victorian time, the flower has been famously recognized as a thought of love. To give your lover a bouquet of pansy means to say that you're thinking them, or a piece of jewelry in the likeness of themselves.

She blushed when you explained it to her. For a moment, you're scared that she might call it childish, but her hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. 

"... you can call me that when we're alone." 

Already has her eyes on you since orientation week when you helped other professors with setting the stage and kept falling on your ass. 

You were kind of spooked seeing this gorgeous woman at the VVIP row just stare down at you without blinking. Did your clumsiness piss her off? Meanwhile girlie was just looking cuz you're cute and she's gay lol. 

The strangest thing she ever said to you was: "You smell like a freshly-cooked bowl of rice."

Kang Yuna from Bad Thinking Diary if she was a green flag. 

After Katseye's 'PINKY UP' traumatized her, you put Hot Pants on Alien Stage. Good news: she loved it. Bad news: her bias fucking died near the end. 

Her faves are 'My Clematis' and 'Sweet Dream'. She even learns a little Korean so you two can sing together...  

⁉️

The Caldwell family is old West Coast Catholic money with deep philanthropic roots. 

After the unfortunate passing of her brother and her subsequently fleeing to the Italian covenant as a teen, her parents poured their grief (and an enormous amount of inheritance that traced back to her great-grandfather's pharmaceutical patents) into funding many faith-aligned scientific advancements, which soon went on to become the backbone of many universities' labs, scholarships, and ethnic medical researchs across the country. 

As the only remaining child, Hot Pants is, in legal terms, the future heiress and primary beneficiary of the Caldwell legacy. 

She despises the title with a burning passion. Her family's influence follows her everywhere and it makes her incredibly isolated from the common people.  What she has now is what she earned from being a devoted infirmary head and theology TA. 

As of now, her parents are still alive, and wait for her to come home to take over the foundation properly, something Hot Pants won't be doing anytime soon. 

🔞

There's a reason you only spend the weekend with her, not weekday because by the Lord, you'll be on a wheelchair the next morning and she really doesn't want you to fail your classes.

Once the door to her apartment clicks shut, you're not gonna see the sun again. She'll have you in every position imaginable, ranging from her living room to her shower. 

This girl has crazy switch-up. Hot Pants can be on her knees kissing your thigh one second then make you choke on her strap the next.  

Has been on business calls while she's actively mounting you through the bed frames.

Does that condescending thing where she pretends to slow down and cup your cheeks while you're drunk on the pleasure to gently ask if you're okay. Then speeds up when you try to open your mouth. It's cute to see you become a whimpering mess underneath her. 

Pours the wine down your body and follows it with her tongue. Sucks your clit like she's trying to drain the life force out of you. 

Sometimes, you’ll tease her back by sending nudes while the woman’s out of town. Once back home, she bends you over her knees, spanks your cunt, and rams her fingers into your pussy over and over until you’re crying.

“Too much, baby? You shouldn’t have whored yourself out like that…”

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YEEEES LESBIANS I'M SO HAPPY

I LOVE LESBIANS LETS FUCKING GOOOO

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Say yes to heaven (Rohan K. X F!reader)

“Let’s get married. We’ll go sign the papers, right here, right now.” Rohan Kishibe said the most atrocious sentence with the straightest fact you’ve yet seen on him. 

“..What?"

Synopsis. You’re nearing the end of your late 20s and you still haven’t gotten a stable relationship aside from occasional flings. Due to pressure from your conservative family, you threw yourself into blind dates hoping you’d meet someone. Somehow, Rohan Kishibe is always there to mess things up. 

Notes. Insecure reader go brrr. Reader is a female here. Title taken from Lana del Rey. There’s ocs but you can insert yourself or your own. Enemies to lovers typeshit? english is not my first language, sorry ;; Rohan is an asshole like usual. dividers credits to @/enchanthings. idk what im doing on this nothingburger blog man.

Patiently, you wait in your seat. Every now and then, you would check the watch on your wrist. 12:00 pm. Perfect time for lunch, not too late and not too early.

The person you’re waiting for is your date, whom you also haven’t met yet so you’re hoping to make a good first impression by arriving 15 minutes early. Your friend at work said she’d recommend you to a guy that she knew was single and also in search of a partner. Apparently, he is also quite good-looking. You couldn’t pass up on that chance and agreed immediately. 

Now, you’re slightly fidgeting in your seat. To calm yourself down, you order a cup of water. There’s a quiet voice at the back of your head telling you that he might not even show up at all and that you’d only be making a fool of yourself.

As if the universe intends to wash away your self-deprecating thoughts, your date suddenly arrives within your vision range. Relief fills your heart.

Your friend wasn’t wrong, he is certainly easy on the eyes. 

Gorgeous brown eyes. Well-kept blonde hair that practically shines. Dashing smile across his face that reminds you of the princes from the fairy tale books you’d read as a kid. He was dressed in an outfit that could be classified as both formal and informal but handsome all the same.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.” He gives you a closed eyes smile that makes you practically swoon. This is off to a good start. 

“No, not at all! Please sit.” You gestures your hand to the seat in front of you. 

As if on cue, a waiter comes to take your orders. Café Deux Magots is a popular place to meet in Morioh. Usually it is packed with people so it can be hard to get a spot. Their prices are fair and the food here tastes quite delectable. Business must be booming.

The conversation between you and him flows like water. You learn his name was Leon, he is from America and came here to experience a new life in another country. Leon is mature and soft-spoken and his gentleness can be seen with the way he hasn’t touched his plate of food until yours come. He’s attentive to the things you’re rambling about, taking care to let his interest show by nodding his head along to your words.

You can only describe him as a perfect gentleman. 

You hope that your own outfit fits his standards of ‘ladylike’. It’s not like you are wearing anything too outrageous though. You wear a simple floral top with a light brown cardigan on top. For your pants, you wear a long flowy skirt. You style your hair in a simple effective bun where a few strands fall on one side of your shoulder. A red lipstick wouldn’t match your current style so you go with a peach lip gloss that’s noticeably sheer on your lips. You might have to reapply that after you eat. 

Everything is perfect. 

It was perfect.

“Oh? If it isn’t Miss Stuck-up?”

Until it isn’t anymore.

You pray to every god that exists that it isn’t the person you’re expecting. It’s impossible to mistake that voice that is usually dripping with arrogance for anyone else. Even without turning around, you can tell he’s amused and definitely on his way to ruin everything.

“Woah! You’re right, Rohan! Miss, what are you doing here?!” Okuyasu’s voice quite literally booms throughout the entire cafe, causing heads to turn towards them. 

While you love Okuyasu for his innocence and obliviousness, sometimes you wish he would have better reading skills of situations. Inevitably, you turn your head around expecting to tell Rohan and Okuyasu off. However, you aren’t expecting to see Josuke and Koichi as well. Don’t Rohan and the high schoolers hate each other? Why are they on the same table together? Koichi shoots you an apologetic glance. 

You feel bad for Leon. You can tell how confused he is with the way his eyes were burning into the back of your head, wordlessly demanding an explanation. 

“You guys…what are you doing here?” You inquire with masked annoyance. 

“Hey now, we’re just hanging out at this cafe. It’s not like you own it right?” 

Every time you’re around him, all you want to do is rip that smug right off Rohan’s face. You look down at his hands to see that he has a sketchbook and a pencil in his hands. He must have been working on his ’Pink Dark Boy’ manga.

“Guys, she’s meeting with someone. I don’t think we should be intruding…”

You couldn’t thank Koichi enough for trying to gently talk some common sense into their heads. Rohan just rolls his eyes while Josuke and Okuyasu tilt their heads in complete synchronization, almost comically. Koichi shoots her a glance that says ‘continue on with your date.’

You turn around to apologize to your handsome date. 

“I’m sorry, some of my acquaintances can be quite..rowdy sometimes. Don’t mind them.” Leon waves his hands. 

“I get that, haha. It’s good to have folks around that can brighten up our days huh?” He chuckles slightly.

Not always.

“Ah, I’ve wanted to ask, what type of books do you usually read?”

You perk up at this. He’s initiating a conversation! 

“Oh, I’m particularly into books that are about justice and crimes—”

A loud snort from behind interrupt your flow of sentence. You wouldn’t subject your worst enemy to that sound. 

“Well, aren’t you a little miss righteous? Careful now, wouldn’t wanna scare off your little date with the way you get so invested in those books that you don’t even watch where you go and keep bumping into me.”

How dare he try to embarrass you in front of your date?!

You whip your head around at the speed of light to shoot a deathly glare at Rohan who sends you back a smirk that just screams trouble. Koichi, Josuke and Okuyasu practically shudder with nervousness, sensing the tense atmosphere.

”O-Oi, Rohan, don’t be a dickhead!” Josuke tries to come to your defense. 

“Better than being beaten nearly to death by a freshman high schooler.”

Rohan brings out the worst in you but you can’t seem to care when one of his eyes twitch slightly at your provocation. Just when you think he’d stop, he turns to look your date in the eyes.

“I gotta say, I was expecting a lot more from your date. Is this really the best you could do? I guess, your standards for men are just as low as your standards in good mangas.”

He’s making a reference to the time when you insulted him by saying his work was boring. You didn’t think it would actually come to bite you in the ass.

By now, your date is fuming. You can tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed, ruining the smooth surface. This was bad. You can’t let your date face Rohan in a fight, it’d only result in injuries from his part. Rohan has the advantage of having a stand.

“W-Wait, please don’t mind him! He’s always saying things like that all the—”

Leon raises his hand, a motion to stop you. By the look of his face, he doesn’t seem like he wants to be here any longer. He stands up and bows down to you.

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to have lunch with someone as lovely as you. Unfortunately, I have things that I need to attend to. You’re wonderful. I’m sure you will be able to find someone in no time.”

That’s what all your relationships told you before they left.

With that, he leaves not looking back.

You’re speechless, your mouth agape. 

“Damn it, Rohan! See what you did?! You totally ruined her date.” Okuyasu grabs Rohan by his collar who isn’t bothered by it at all.

“Y-Y/N, we’re so sorry for intruding—” Koichi genuinely tries to apologize, you can tell. You only shake your head.

“No, it’s none of your fault..”

Your gaze swiftly goes to Rohan Kishibe who seems to be leisurely drinking his drink despite Okuyasu and Josuke glaring at him.

“Rohan. With that attitude, no wonder you can’t seem to find yourself a girlfriend.”

“I’m not desperate like you.” He claps back.

It’s silent for a while before you eventually say something. You purse your lips.

“Would it have hurt you to let me have this for once?”

With a heavy heart, you turn around and leave some money on the table. You walk away, your eyes stinging a bit with tears. If only Rohan isn’t here, you might have gotten a second date with Leon. Now, it’s all ruined. You don’t turn around to look back at the trio calling your name. You also don’t turn around to look at Rohan who seems to be staring at your back with an indescribable expression.

A few weeks pass after the date incident and you couldn’t find the energy in yourself to go on another date. You apologize to your work friend explaining what happened. Thankfully, she was very understanding so she just told you to take it easy.

Right now, you’re hanging out with Kyouka and Kana at a shopping mall. The duo is always fun to be around, both bringing in new tactics and ideas that surely get them in trouble all the time. Sometimes, they’d bring you along with them just so they have some form of protection.

You daze out while the two high school girls chat around. Your mind is only focused on eating the strawberry ice cream cone in front of you.

Suddenly, there are fingers clicking in front of your vision.

”Hellooo? Are you listening, Big sis Y/N?”

“H-Huh? Oh yes.”

Kana pout. “You liar. What was I saying then?”

”Un…”

Kyouka just stares at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” You reply too quickly. Both of them stare.

There’s no getting out of this. So you sigh and tell them.

“You kids are lucky, huh? There’s still years ahead of you, so many opportunities left. Many relationships to get into. If that chance comes, don’t let it go.” You were also a kid once. You were just like them but it was your studies and work before your own happiness. Just like how your family wanted it to be.

“…What’s with you getting all sentimental? Did your last date not go well?”

As dumb as kana appears to be, you’re often shocked by how perceptive she can be sometimes, contrary to the boy she hangs out with a lot. 

“No. Rohan ruined everything.” You say, gloomily. Any mentions of him immediately ruin your mood.

Rohan is younger than you by 4 years. And you’re already 27, venturing into an area of early 30s. He is already making more money than you when you were his age. Buying a large mansion at the age of 20 was not something you could achieve. Sure, you make a considerate amount of money where you have no problem going on a shopping spree every now and then. Speedwagon foundation treats their employees quite well after all. But before getting involved with Jotaro due to the Kira Yoshikage incident and him offering you a place, your financial situation could be described as average. He was successful in ways you feel like you weren’t. 

This brings your mood down to the lowest even more. Seriously, thinking of him has some negative effects on your quality of life. 

In the midst of your own musing, you fail to see the two girls sharing a glance. With you here, they can’t freely talk about their thoughts.

‘Kana, I’m trying to talk to you through mind contact since big sis Y/N is here so try to look at my facial expressions, okay?’

As if Kana could read telepathy, she nods. 

‘I know we told Rohan that he needs to be a bit more forward with his moves, but I didn’t think he would screw up her date too!’ Kana blinks at Kyouka.

‘Well, that shady old man is always flirting with her in the weirdest ways possible. I can’t help but think that we were the ones who actually ruined her date by giving advice to Rohan.’ Kyouka tilts her head.

‘Yeah, why can’t he just ask her out normally instead of sabotaging her dates?!’ Kana waves her hands around.

‘I asked him that and he said ‘Do you think, I, the great Rohan Kishibe would ask someone like her out?!’ And ran away. Can you believe that?!’ Kyouka shakes her head.

You look up to see the two girls still staring at each other. You swear you’ve seen them do this whenever they’re at some sort of event where they can’t freely communicate with each other. You can never tell how they do that since you’re sure they can’t do telepathy but you guess those two share one brain cell.

“..Hey, I know you’re trying to talk to each other without me noticing. Knock it off.”

“Ehe, oops, busted.” Kyouka just sticks out her tongue.

”Seriously, I don’t know how you guys can communicate without even voicing out your thoughts.”

“Oh! We—”

“Yeah, on second thought, I don’t want to know.”

Kana’s face deflates like a popped balloon, disappointed that she won’t be able to let you in on their secret technique. 

“Big sis Y/n, don’t you think you’re being too harsh on yourself? If you keep throwing yourself into dates with people you don’t even know, it feels like you’re forcing yourself.” Kyouka offers actual advice for the first time today. She’s right. Your desperation is forcing you to get along with anyone as long as they’re an option. You’re not even thinking whether you actually like them or not.

Kana nods vigorously. “Right, right. How about you try to meet someone naturally?”

Naturally? That’s what you’ve been trying to do all your life. There’s no accidentally bumping into someone, spilling coffee on them and offering to buy them something to replace their stained shirt. There’s no childhood sweetheart who always seems to be awkward and blushing around you. There was no senior who offered to show you around the university. 

“Naturally…how?”

“Oh, I know! How about Rohan—”

Silence.

All you could register is the horrified look on Kyouka’s face, shocked at her best friend’s suggestion. Kana truly belongs with Okuyasu.

That day, the three of you part ways with Kana shaking in her boots hiding behind her best friend. Good, you wrecked her head pretty good.

You’re somewhat grateful for Kyouka’s helpful advice. 

You decide to go to the aquarium today. You’re going by yourself this time. The last time you went, it was when Jotaro asked for directions to the aquarium and you told him you’d drive him there. You guys ended up in front of the large dolphin tank, fangirling over the way the dolphins swam around to the point the security guards had to push you both to make way for other comers. 

But now, it’s for a completely different purpose. You know there’s a cute guy who’s been working there for over more than a year. You’ve had your eyes on him for a while. While you’ve never made any moves, you can’t deny the natural charm he has when he gives food to the aquatic animals. His attractiveness is objective when there’s always a group of girls giggling and batting their eyelashes at him whenever he works. 

Everything is blue and the interior of the aquarium is huge. The ceiling is like a massive ball, curved protectively. All kinds of fishes swim around in the large tanks. There’s seahorses, stingrays, beluga whales and more. Some of the aquatic animals swimming to the glasses to peek curiously at people passing by.

It’s the perfect place for a first date.

Akira Tanaka. You learned that from his name tag. He’s of average height with fluffy brown hair and eyes that match his hair color. 

“You look like a creep with the way you’re stalking the poor boy.”

What was he doing here?

You let out a sigh and turn around to face Rohan. He’s dressed in casual clothing, you notice. You don’t want to admit how good he looks. His bag that contains his arts supplies is held against his side. Is he here to take references?

“You’re the actual creep when you’re here trying to talk to me.”

He scrunches his nose up. How arrogant, typical.

“Whatever, I’m here trying to draw some sketches for my work. Don’t bother me.” He brushes you off just like that. 

How dare he say that after he was the one who approached you and with an insult nonetheless?!

“Arg! You..” You quiet down after you feel some glances thrown your way. You just huff and walk away, reminding yourself he’s not worth it.

Now, back to the apple of your eyes.

Wait, where is he?! He was right there feeding the penguins! 

“Your little boy toy went to get more fish for the penguins. Good grief, don’t be so distracted. How will you manage a relationship when you’re like that?”

You scowl. He’s contradicting himself, he tells you to leave him alone and yet he’s taunting you all the time.

“Weren’t you the one who told me not to bother you?” “You look so pitiful the way you’re trying to make him notice you. Personally, I wouldn't want to date a girl who stalks me at my workplace.” You two really can’t have a conversation without him insulting you in some kind of way. That’s it. No matter what it takes, you’re going to rip his manga papers apart. He wouldn’t ask Josuke to fix it with Crazy Diamond, you know he’s got too much pride for that. 

Fuming, you stomp towards him and try to grab his sketchbook. Quickly, he put it out of your reach. He has the advantage of being taller than you. This little game of chase continues. 

“Rohan Kishibe! I swear to god, you’re always–”

“Excuse me miss, could you quiet down? You’re bothering the other customers.”

It seems that you have been raising your voice more than you intended to. Your face only gets redder when you realize that you’ve caught more attention. What makes it worse is that the staff who told you to quiet down was the same guy you’ve been giving heart eyes to. How humiliating. 

“A-Ah, of course. I’m so sorry.”

This is it. You’re never coming back here again. Akira Tanaka be screwed. 

“Tsk, always making a scene, huh?”

Rohan makes a comment from behind you. It’s all too sudden before he places his arm weight on your head.

“Haha, I’m sorry about my girlfriend here. She gets quite excited sometimes.” He says it so casually, as if it is just another afternoon for him. You quickly shoot him a look that screams ‘What the fuck are you saying?!’

“Haha, of course. This is the only aquarium in Morioh town after all. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go back to tend to the penguins. Feel free to come and enjoy the show!”  Just like that, he walks away.

As soon as he leaves, you quickly shake off his arm and dig your index finger into his fabrics. 

“What was that?!” You whisper this time, not wanting another crowd of outsiders.

“What was what?” He asks nonchalantly. “You called me your girlfriend and embarrassed me!”

He puts his pinky finger in his ear and yawns, as if indicating that he’s not interested in listening to you. 

“Listen to me! You’re always trying to sabotage my dates. Have you no shame?!–” Rohan’s sigh interrupts you. 

“Turn around.”

And so you did. 

Before your eyes is the guy you were insistent on courting, kissing another girl’s forehead. They look happy, in love. It was as if there were only the two of them in this small blue world, nothing else matters.

You could only push out a quiet ‘oh’ from your mouth.

Before you know it, a large hand shields your eyes and forces your head to turn around. For once, Rohan says nothing. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. 

You’re crying. 

Droplets of tears invade your vision. Everything is blurry. You can’t even see Rohan who is right in front of you clearly. You don’t fully understand the reason you’re crying. Is it because you had to show such an embarrassing sight in front of Rohan? Or is it because of the boy, whom you’ve only uttered one sentence to already had a significant other, someone who isn’t you? You don’t know.

At another time, the sight of you in tears and a runny red nose would have been absolutely adorable. At another time, he would have made you sit down and sketch you over and over until his hands bleed. That’s how endearing you look. 

But not when the cause is some bastard who’s as good as a side character in your life.

People around you might think that he is the reason for your crying so Rohan does the next best thing, grab your wrist and drag you with him to a secluded area where he could sit you down. You don’t stop him and just quietly try to sniffle your noises. 

You don’t really remember how the rest of it went.

All you remembered was that Rohan stayed with you until your tears dried. He was there wiping your tears and snot covered face and grumbling about how ‘you’re such a mess’. But he was uncharacteristically quiet. You’re grateful that he was trying to comfort you, in his own ways. It was the first time Rohan Kishibe showed such a soft side in front of you. 

You somehow don’t mind that he called you his girlfriend anymore.

You don’t see Rohan for the next week after that. He was seemingly holed up in his house, working on his manga again. Josuke points out the little frown that creeps up on your face, a bit teasingly. 

You just deadpan at him.

“I’ll ask, Miss Y/N…why are you so hellbent on being with someone?” Koichi askes, the other two listening with curiosity. 

You think about it first before answering.

“My mom married my father at 22 but they didn’t meet naturally. I guess you could say it was more of an arranged marriage. But they were happy and they took care of me. My family is very conservative and they want me to have a child as quickly as possible. I guess I’ve always had the idea that I should be getting a child by at least 25. Well here I am, already 27 and still no one to come home to.”

Your parents were strict with your grades and school activities. They want you to perform your best and not to be distracted by any boys at your school when you are too young. And yet, they expect you to be married by now. What a headache. 

“But…doesn’t it seem like you’re forcing yourself?” Okuyasu says. You wonder if Kana told him about it. You just let out a hearty chuckle. “Well, that may be true in a sense but I can’t say that the idea of having someone who’d adore me, make time for me, look out for me and love me isn’t exactly bad..” 

Returning late to someone who’d kiss your head and welcome you back after work. Making dinner for your significant other. Going out on romantic dates together. Maybe a child or two along the lines.

How romantic. 

Maybe your future husband would be a manga artist–wait what? 

A blush creeps up on your face as you fan yourself with your bare hands. What were you thinking?! Of that manchild? No way.

Josuke purses his lips before deciding on what he wants to say.

“You know..maybe what you’re looking for is already right in front of you.”

He’s seen the ways Rohan looks at you. Those were definitely not glances Rohan would give a person if he’s not interested in them. He’s seen the way Rohan tries to ensure your safety not so secretly during the search for Kira Yoshikage. It was apparent to everyone except you. To you, you just think that he’s mocking you and telling you to stay out of it even though you’re a renowned detective. But it was his way of asking you to just leave it to him and the others, to ensure you don’t get hurt.

Even though Rohan was a complete asshole at your date, it was his own way of telling you to pick him instead. Yes, what he did was wrong but Josuke can somewhat sympathize. He’s had his fair share of love problems with a certain girl.

None the wiser you are, you just tilt your head not understanding what Josuke is trying to say.

“Give it one more chance.”

Completely misreading his implications, you decide to give it one more chance.

Just one more time.

“Y/N! My baby!” Your mom comes out to greet you as soon as you get out of the car outside your parents’ house. 

“Hi, mom.” You hug her back with a little less enthusiasm than her.

“Come in. It’s steaks tonight, one of your favorites.” Her father smiles at her from inside the house. 

The atmosphere of your parent’s house is as warm as you remember. The decorations of the interiors are still the same, it seems like your parents couldn’t bear to replace any of the furniture. Nostalgia fills you as a soft smile creeps up on your face. You step into the living room and sit down on one of the comfortable sofas, your mom not far behind. 

“So, tell me all that’s been going on in your life, I haven’t seen you in a long time since you’re practically married to your life at this point.” Ah, she’s hinting if you’ve found anyone yet. It’s obvious because you can tell by looking at the curious glint in her eyes. You just give her a sheepish smile.

“Uhm, nothing that interesting..went on a few dates, those didn’t work out.” You don’t tell her why. Her brows furrow in worry as she stares.

“Dear, you’re getting older and you’re always working. I’m worried that you’ll be alone for the rest of your life.” You want to tell her to back off and that you’re trying, you really are. As you’re the only daughter, they were hoping for a kid or two to continue the bloodline. You force all your energy into a sigh.

“I know, mom.” like the polite daughter you are.

“Well, if it helps. We know a very well-mannered and successful young man who’s the son of a family who’s well-acquainted with us.” Your father pipes in to offer.

“Oh! Yes, he’s such a sweetheart and he’s also single, is he not? I believe he’s also around your age, you two would hit it well!”

Once your mom’s mind is set on something, there’s no distracting her from her goal. You suppose you got that stubbornness from her. You’re also a bit interested in this mysterious man. Your father nods along. 

“There’s a celebration party that’s going to be held by the company I work for in a few days. Your mom and I originally planned to go but seeing as it is not mandatory to go, you two should get to know each other instead. Here, let me go get his business card.”

A part of you is worried that it’d end up like the date with Leon who left you in the cafe to swallow in your self-hatred but a bigger part of you that is excited to meet this man dominates.

The establishment is beautiful. As soon as you walk in, the shine from the numerous decorated light bulbs hanging blinds your eyes. It takes you a while to get your eyes adjusted. Once you do, you’re met with the most gorgeous combination of gold shiny walls and red carpets everywhere. 

Everyone is dressed up like it’s the night of their lives and frankly, it might as well be.

The night is still young. People dressed in glamorous dresses and suits fill the room one by one or in pairs. Their outfits and styles look like they’re expensive and tailored to their own sizes, not like the sea of dressings you see on Morioh streets. You aren’t too far behind in that regard. You wear a white cocktail dress that shows off all your curves modestly, standing against the wall coyly waiting for your date to arrive. Your hair is done in braids that flow freely but also restricted by a thin hair tie at the end of your hair.

You think you look decent, gorgeous even. Men and women seem to agree as they stride up to you with confident and artificial smiles. Though, you make sure to turn them down as gently as possible.

Ah, here comes your date.

He’s as dashing as your parents describe him to be. Slick back black hair with a few strands resting in front of his foreheads. His eyes pierced through the crowds just for you. A smile creeps up on his face after landing his gaze on you. Your heart is thumping twice as fast now that he’s making his way towards you.

“You’re stunning.” How bold, you think.

“I’m assuming you’re my date for tonight?” You ask with a confident smile.

“The one and only.” He winks back. 

Suddenly, the lights turn off as someone walks up on the large stage. A round light follows him wherever he goes. He’s not someone you’ve seen before. By looking at his posture and well-crafted smile, he must be an important person as everyone below the stage is staring at him.

The words he says goes in one ear and leaves from another ear. You can’t seem to pay him any mind when your vision is occupied with your date. You only let out a slight giggle when your date leans into your ear to make a snide comment about the unknowing man on the stage. 

Everything afterwards is a blur until a familiar shade of green hair that’s styled in a slicked-sideways undercut. There’s no doubt about it, it’s Rohan Kishibe. 

You’re too stunned to pay your date any attention currently even though he’s looking at you curiously for looking so dazed. He shakes you gently, asking if you’re alright. You manage to stutter a small yes but keep looking at Rohan.

Your heart jumps when Rohan slides his gaze over to you. His gaze is intense as you feel eyes over your lower body, almost as if he’s checking you out. But it’s over as soon as it starts. He’s as handsome as ever, irritatingly so. You almost feel jealous at the way numerous women are ogling at him, despite not being an exception.

So many questions conquer your brain, begging for answers. You want to walk up to the stage and shake him. You want him to look at you and give you a direct answer.

Why, Why are you here to ruin my date again?

As soon as he’s off the stage and everyone goes back to their mingling, you excuse yourself from your date and rush towards Rohan Kishibe lazily nibbling on a croissant. Rohan excuses himself from the people he’s talking with, his assistant and editor you’re assuming.

“Why are you here?” The sentence was pushed out in gritted teeths, signaling to him that you’re not here for his bullshits. He only raises his eyebrows.

“Whatever do you mean?” “Are you here to ruin my date again?!” You clarify. He rolls his eyes.

“Well, genius, if you’ve been paying attention to what I’ve been saying. I told you and the others that there was some sort of celebration party that me and my editors have been invited to for the success of my manga entering Top 10. But, I guess you never listen, huh?” He says in a familiar mocking tone. 

You do remember him mentioning about some sort of party in a gathering a month ago but you were too focused on your papers to actually focus on him. So as much as you want to, you can’t really blame him for being here. Your best next alternative is a ‘tsk’.

“Whatever, don’t come near my date or me, understood?” You say in a low threatening tone. 

However, he doesn’t reply. Or rather, he seems to be distracted by something else. You look down to your dress to see if there’s any stain on your legs or chest, maybe that’s why he’s staring. That’s when you realize.

“Hey, my eyes are up here, pervert.” 

You swear he almost flinches. He quickly averts his eyes and clears his throat. Wait, is that a blush on his face—?

Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve kept your date waiting for too long, it's time to go back to him.

“Whatever, have fun with whoever is unfortunate enough to be your date this time.” With this, he walks away, hands in pockets. Your mind might have been playing tricks on you in the midst of your anger but you swear you almost saw a manifestation of something silver and gold trying to trace its way back to you.

With that out of the way, you go back to your date. Like the gentleman he is, he stands at the corner waiting for your arrival. You apologize for taking so long, an apology he waves off casually. 

The conversation goes like a breeze. You two have so much to talk about, or rather he couldn’t seem to stop talking about all his accomplishments. He seems to have taken so much pride in the way his business is booming and how ‘easy’ it was to eradicate all his competitors, not a fact that you expect him to admit in front of a first date.

You don’t mind ambition and passion, in fact you think that’s one of the most attractive traits a person can have.

But with the way he can’t seem to stop with his jokes that he’s cracked twice and doesn’t leave you a chance to talk about your own interest, it’s easy to get lost in the cup of lemonade in your hand. 

“Oh, your legs must be tired just standing here. Come on, let’s go to the bar.” And so, you follow him.

He moves his fingers, a motion for the bartender to come take you guys orders. A man dressed in a formal outfit with simple colors of black and white comes immediately, nodding.

“I’ll just get a cocktail,” then he turns to you “You?”

You shake your head, “Oh, I’m not in the mood for drinking.” He lets out a soft chuckle at that. “Hey, it’s a celebration. One drink won’t hurt.” You furrow your eyebrows at his persistence.

“No really, I’m not in the mood for it. Ah, but don’t let me hold you back. Feel free to drink as much as you like.”  The most you could muster up is a closed eye smile. Your date still doesn’t give up.

“Are you sure? Drink’s on me.” 

“Y/n is a real stuck-up so no matter how much you convince her, she still won’t drink.”

Your date whips his head around to look at Rohan. At first, you think he’s annoyed that a random person interrupts your conversation but that quickly changes when he registers who it is. Of course, the great Rohan Kishibe. 

For the first time, you’re grateful Rohan interfered. 

“Ah, you must be Rohan Kishibe! Congratulations on your manga entering the top 10 this year once again. My niece is a huge fan of your work!” He leaves you alone to your thoughts to converse with Rohan, who only gives one of his fake business smiles.

This interaction only reminds you of how Rohan could easily take your spotlight. He’s handsome, his career never has a shortage of success and thousands of brands want to collaborate with his works. You try not to bite down on your red tinted lips, you wouldn’t want to ruin yourself on this lovely night.

You wonder if your parents would be happier if they had a son like him. Even if your standard of living is beyond average, you don’t think you can ever compare to the charisma and confidence he oozes. 

Once again, the night isn’t going like how you want it to be. Your cocktail dress feels restricting and tight as burning jealousy builds up in your chest. When your eyes flicker to the reflection in your painted red nails, all that stares back is a woman. She seems lost. She’s well dressed, her make up not too thick but it’s there suggesting that she’s made sure to put some effort into her looks. Her plump lips covered in an angdoo color sit still perfectly. Her smile is well-crafted, a person used to lies and dishonesty. It’s unfortunate her eyes don’t shine like they should. 

You think you have a headache. At least, that’s what you tell the two men when you retire for the night. The way your date is calling out your name, slightly panicked, doesn’t register in your head.

You don’t really know where you’re going, an aimless direction. But you walk away anyway, anything to get away from this god forsaken place. 

A hand tug you back from your storm of thoughts. You turn around.

“Are you really dipping after I came to your rescue?” It’s not Rohan without his self-righteousness.

“Are you going home? I’ll drive you back. This is the only time I’m doing you a favor so be grateful.” With that said, he drags you to his red fancy car that glimmers in the sea of every other car you can’t even correctly guess the price of. You mindlessly follow him, a complete contract from when you would usually bicker with him.

Your hand tightens around his, a movement that alarms him. His eyes silently gesture you to spit your words out.

“There’s somewhere I want to go.”

Unlike the party, this place is a lot less fancy. This restaurant doesn’t have as much budget as compared to a one night party hosted by a millionaire company. But it’s a lot more comfortable and homey regardless. You come here when you’re overwhelmed with deadlines and stress. 

Red ornaments hang in front of the sliding doors, varieties of Japanese characters written on them. Once you get through the door, you’re met with wooden tables and chairs laying neatly. The walls are decorated with traditional Japanese artworks. Even the workers here wear white kimonos.

Considering it is still Thursday, there are not many people tonight. Something you’re grateful for. You both look out of place with your over the top dresses and suits after all.

Shortly after, your orders arrive. Rohan ordered fish while you ordered tempura and two bottles of beer. In the corner of your eyes, you see Rohan scrunched his nose up.

“You don't have to be here, you know. You could have dropped me off.” You suggest. You’re surprised he had willingly come inside the restaurant with you. He scoffs at your suggestion.

“Leave it. You’re gonna drink yourself to death if I’m not here.” You suppose he’s not wrong. It’s silent after that, safe for the occasional noises of heels clunking when waiters walk by. Neither of you start a conversation, content with the warm atmosphere. He’s the one to break the ice.

“Why do you want to be with someone so bad?” You’re taken back by his question as you prepare an answer.

“..Work can only do so much for me–” 

You gulp down your beer.

“ –I’m ashamed of myself.”

“Ashamed? What’s there to be ashamed of? Y/N, there’s no one that’s berating you for not being in a relationship. Just like the brats say, you can’t keep forcing yourself into a loveless relationships–”

“Of course, you wouldn’t understand–” Just like water gushing out of an oppressing tank, you couldn’t stop the bitterness from showing up in your tone. “ –You wouldn’t understand, Rohan. You’re only 23, you’re able to achieve things that I couldn’t. There’s no shortage of women waiting in line to be with you. I’m a 27 years old speedwagon agent, single and alone, with no life. I don’t have a relationship built, no children, no boyfriend. All I have is my work and even then, it can only distract me for a while before I’m feeling like a failure to my family again–” You can’t contain your self-loathing and your sobs anymore. This is the second time you’ve cried in front of him, no doubt he’s gonna bring that up to torment you later.

You look like a mess with tears filled eyes and cheeks red from both crying and the after effects of your beer. You can only choke out your sentences in a low whine. 

“ –Who would ever look at me?”

“Let’s get married.” You whip your head up to look at him at lightning speed that’d put Star Platinum to shame. You’re sure your dropped jaw is reaching the floor by now.

“Let’s get married. We’ll go sign the papers, right here, right now.” Rohan Kishibe said the most atrocious sentence with the straightest fact you’ve yet seen on him. 

“..What?”

Annoyed that he’s already repeated his words two times by now, he groans.

“I said–”

“No, I heard! You–Are you out of your mind?! T-There’s no way you and I could ever work out. I mean..just someone like you–”

“What?” Even in a time like this, he still manages to laugh. “You’re telling me we can’t work out but you think that date of yours will? Does he even care about your hobbies and interests?” 

“Even so…”

You avert your gaze somewhere else, hoping he’d buy the excuse that the blush on your gaze is from the consumption of beer.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Huh?”

He leans closer to your face, your noses inches apart. If you move just a bit closer, you could kiss him. “It can’t be that you’re not ready for marriage, either. Or are you shy? What are you afraid of? You think I wouldn’t want kids? Hey, if you want, I wouldn’t mind raising a brat or two–”

You tug at his tie and bring him down to smash your lips against his. His eyes widened, his heart surely threatening to jump out of his chest. 

His lips are soft, well taken care of and addictive. They fit perfectly against yours and you don’t want to let him go and it seems like he doesn’t want to either.

You understand now.

How could you have been so blind?

In the midst of your teeths clashing battle, you finally remember what Josuke said.

“You know..maybe what you’re looking for is already right in front of you.”

You know your actions are probably fueled by the affects of your beers, they make you more bold, more wild. But you don’t care. In fact, you feel like you need those drinks.

Although even without any third parties, you still would have said yes a million times.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!” 

The scream echoes through the city of Morioh cafe causing all heads to turn towards your table and glare at your group. You can’t blame them, you’re pretty sure the entire town has heard the loud shout.

“Yep! He proposed to me yesterday so we’re getting started on all the documents!” You exclaim cheerfully.

Josuke, Kyouka, Okuyasu, Kana, Koichi and Yukako all couldn’t believe their eyes. Just a few days ago, you both were bickering like cats and dogs. It’s all too unbelievable, too fast. 

“T-That’s wonderful! Mister Rohan, you finally took our advice huh?” Kana says to Rohan, eyes unblinking.

“Your love advice is practically useless, Kana. I’ll never ask you again.” Rohan deadpanned at her. 

“So much for trying to help..”

“So, when’s the wedding?” Josuke asks eagerly.

“Brat, who says you guys are invited?” Rohan snaps, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Next year! You guys are getting the front row seats!” 

Hearing that, all of the high school students cheer. Rohan only sighs and leans back, there’s no point in arguing with what you want. In the midst of chaos, he catches the amused glint in your eyes. Fighting back a blush, he intertwines your hands together and squeezes it tightly under the tables.

Perhaps he can start thinking of baby names. 

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One of my new favs frfr 💙

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hiiiiii can i request abbachio x reader fluff? basically, it's late at night and he comes home after a mission and she takes care of some minor scrapes and bruises that he got and it's all soft and cute and fluffy and comforting!! ahh i love abba sm!!

thanks!!🫶🏻

‧₊ ♪˚⊹𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙤⋆˚࿔•∘˙

Hey anon! I sure can do a little fluff blurb of Leone for ya <3 I love the man sm, not sure if my writing will do much justice, but I do hope you love it 🙏💙

•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

Warning(s): None, just fluff tbh. Not 100% proof-read so if there's any errors, apologies in advance. Potential OOC(?). Didn't use specific pronouns for this! So, gender neutral reader.

Word Count: 359

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The clock ticked away softly in the corner of the room, chiming quietly as it finally struck midnight. 

You sat in the dimly lit room, staring down at a book that you weren't quite reading anymore. The lines had begun to blur as exhaustion weighed heavily on your mind.

Leone was late again. This was a normal occurrence, as much as you hated it, it was one of the cons of working for Passione after all. Some days, he'd be gone for weeks, having near-death experiences and other horrible things happen that you'd rather not think about right now.

Just as you were about to doze off, you heard the door click open. You perked up, turning your head towards it to see Leone standing there, a little scratched up and bruised.

“Hey…” You stood up, setting the book down on the coffee table without a second thought before approaching. You cupped his cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, where he leaned in and reciprocated the affection. He pulled back, watching as you inspected him, before grumbling out a quiet, “‘M fine. No need to fuss over me.”

You weren't having it, however, “Bathroom.” You ordered firmly, making him let out a quiet huff of amusement, “Fine, fine.”

You followed him to the bathroom, seating him on the toilet as you fished out his makeup wipes and the first aid kit. Pulling one of the wipes out from its pack, you began to carefully wipe his face until his natural face was now bared to you. “You look so pretty…” You murmured, kissing his forehead.

Leone flushed, but didn't say anything, instead tilting his head to the side as you dabbed disinfectant on the scratches. “I can't do much about the bruises.” You admit, “But take it easy on yourself for me, okay?”

“Yeah… Okay.” Leone closed his eyes and exhaled softly, leaning into the warmth of your hand.

You didn't talk much after, both comfortable with the silence between you two. 

Leone would always be loyal to Passione, that would never change, but nights like these, they were yours. And that's all you ever needed.

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

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Servant!Reader: "It must be so hard being a blond twink AND a vampire."

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I want to make as many Pesci requests as I can before requests are closed! May I request Pesci x Reader to go to the grocery store at midnight to buy ingredients to make velvet cupcakes together? Afterwards they start baking together! I feel like baking cupcakes is a cute date idea! Thank you! –💜

Just the Two of Us - Pesci x Reader

A/N - You've cursed me 💜 anon, cursed me with the obsession with Pesci, I can't stop thinking about this man after the official art of chubby Pesci... I got distracted and you literally ended up with the full recipe I use lmao... I'll link it here for people that want it, cos baking is so GOOD, highly recommend. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! <3

♡ Fluff ♡ Word Count - 3300 Warning - A little bit of suggestiveness.

The rhythmic tapping has you trapped in a daze as you type up your last mission report mindlessly for Risotto, your laptop resting in front of you on the table where you sit cross legged on the floor.

Your fingers move quickly over the keys before stopping when you feel a gaze on you from behind, your head falling back onto the couch seat to check who’s there and pulling a smile immediately from you when your gaze lands on your boyfriend.

“I didn’t mean to bother you.”

Pesci’s voice is low and nervous in the dimmed room, his eyes lidded while he stares down at you with a lazy grin and a soft apology slipping from him.

“No, I'm glad you did... I don’t wanna do this stupid report, I’m hungry and tired… And if I have to type more about how Formaggio made me small and left me to walk home in the cold, I’m gonna beat him to death with this damn laptop… Sorry…”

Your irritated rambling cuts off quickly when you turn your head to stop the strain in your neck, your gaze falling in embarrassment for complaining before he moves around the couch to sit on the cushion next to you.

Your mouth opens to apologize again before it’s fractured into a small content hum, his fingers curling into your hair and messing it up after the long day you’ve had.

“What do you want to eat, I’ll cook for you… I know I’m not the best but.”

Your reply stops in your throat when his nails rake against your scalp and pull your head back to lean against his leg with a sweet smile down at you when you catch his gaze.

“You don’t have to make me food…”

“I want to, anything you want... I can go to the store.”

Your eyes soften instantly, his kindness coiling around you while he eases your stress, his other hand moving to cup your cheek when he moves off of the seat to kneel beside you.

“Baby, it’s almost midnight. You can’t go to the store for me.”

“Yeah? Watch me…”

His voice dips to a teasing whisper when he leans in to kiss you, it’s not desperate, nor is it all consuming, it’s sweet and gentle. Leaving your heart aching and skin tingling under his adoring touches. 

It’s barely a fleeting brush of his lips against yours before moving away and laughing softly when you chase him and pull him back in for another, and another… And another.

“Can I come with you?”

“If I ever say you can’t, just break up with me… But don’t actually… Break up with me, please?”

Your fingers move to hold the back of his neck while he backtracks, his face flushed under your loving kisses when you lean to press another his cheek, pushing lightly at his chest to make him move so you can stand and stretch with a small groan.

“I won’t, I promise… We could just have something we have in?”

“No… I wanna spend more time with you.”

His hands wind around your waist the second he stands, pulling you into his chest with a laugh when your complaining is muffled into his skin.

“Pesci! You’re being too cute, we have to go before the store closes…”

“It doesn’t close for another… 3 hours, you’re just embarrassed!”

His voice is a teasing accusation with a squeeze to your hip with callused fingers, his warm hands brushing against your skin below your shirt soothingly while you hide your blushing face into his throat with a shake of your head.

“No, I’m not.”

The words barely linger before he hums playfully, pulling away just a little to slip his hand under your jaw to force you to look at him, his smile widening when he sees your flushed cheeks.

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer when he presses his lips to yours before moving lazily to kiss across your jaw with a hum when you stutter out a small ‘no.’

A shiver claws its way up his spine when you curl your fingers into his hair with a small tug to pull him away from your skin and dragging a grumbled comment from him.

“Ok… Let’s go.”

His eyes are dilated almost fully while he watches you, his voice breathy and slipping further into his own shyness now that he isn’t connected to you.

His hand entwines with yours quickly when you step away, letting him pull you slightly towards the door before stopping when you hesitate and look down at your clothes with a frown.

His brows furrow when he looks down too, he doesn’t see whatever you’re bothered about, you’re not a complete mess but you aren’t clean either after fighting in a dusty warehouse.

“I should shower.”

“Maybe you can wait… Til we get home?”

The blush on his cheeks tells you that he wants to join you, hoping that you’ll agree and let him drag you quickly to the store. 

It’s so obvious with the way he averts his eyes to the couch behind you, but he knows you know by the mischievous expression he catches a glimpse off when he looks away, your light frown slipping into a teasing grin when your voice dips to fluster him.

“Hmm, surely you don’t have any ulterior motives, right Pesci?”

“I don’t want sex! I promise… I just wanted to…”

The instant worry bubbles over with a squeeze of your hand, willing you to believe that he just wanted to spend the time with you... But you already knew that.

“Amore, I know. I was just teasing, let’s go so we can get back sooner, yeah?”

Your comforting voice eases the panic in his chest, his eyes darting back up to yours through your reassurance when you slip your arm around his waist with a kiss to his cheek before unlocking the door.

“You can just ask to join me, you know?”

“I know… You just make me nervous.”

The honesty in his voice makes your heart jump in your chest, the feeling on his fingers resting against yours keeping your souls tangled together through lovesick embarrassment. 

“You make me nervous too…”

For a second he looks like he doesn’t believe you, the disbelieving frown pulling immediately onto his face with a tilt of his head.

You want to look away from his intense stare, the agonising shyness constricting around your chest with every passing moment as you fight breaking the eye contact.

His confidence spikes quickly when you glance away with a faint blush, his dark eyes glinting in the light when he leans to kiss your temple and watch your cheeks redden further.

The temptation to tease you more and more rests heavy in his mind, wanting to pull you close, to kiss you, to dote on you. The overwhelming desire to drag you into that sweet shyness you keep pushing him further into, but he doesn’t…

At least not yet.

When his fingers fall from yours it makes your gaze snap back to him confused, understanding quickly when he turns to open the door. Your smile is sweet when you slink through the frame with a thanks on your lips, his heart fluttering at your kind voice aimed towards him.

The night air is colder than you expect it to be, the instant change in temperature making you shiver slightly before suddenly enveloped by warmth, Pesci moving to stand behind you and making you slip your arms into his large coat before you even realise he was.

“Hey! But you’ll get cold…”

His fingers run down your now covered arms before he leaves a light kiss to your temple and moves back to your side, slipping his hand into yours again with a saccharine smile on his lips.

“So? You look better in it anyways…”

It doesn’t take long for you to make it back home, the store is both not far and not at all busy this late at night.

Your fingers rest on the door handle while you quickly unlock it and hold it open with a pout when you try to take a bag from Pesci, just for him to dart out of your reach with a giddy laugh when he sneaks into the house.

“Pesci! Let me help!”

Your voice is a low whisper as you shut the door quietly and lock it again, slipping his comfortable coat off and placing it on the rack before chasing after him into the kitchen with more scolding when he turns away from you with an amused exhale.

“Pesci, oh my god… Let me help put things away…”

With a feigned annoyed sigh he turns to you and hands you the cream cheese with a grin when you immediately reach out and grab the eggs from his fingers gently.

You hesitate for a second when you place them onto the counter, your fingers resting at the hem of your shirt before stepping away and taking it off to not have any dust end up in the cupcakes.

But accidentally earning a choked surprised noise from Pesci when he turns away with a blush.

“What if someone comes in!”

“Baby, I’m not naked…”

He exhaled nervously when he looks over to you, your tease pulling his gaze back before it drops across your exposed skin while he takes the moment to admire you.

“You’re so perfect.”

The worship in his eyes stops you in your tracks before you can deflect the praise, his stare lingering on your stomach for a second with a light swallow through his trance and snapping up again to meet your eyes while beaming at your fluster.

“Okay pretty boy, less checking me out, more baking.”

“...Sorry.”

There’s no apologetic lilt in his tone, the light evil glint in his eyes making your cheeks flush more before he leans to kiss your jaw when he passes behind you to wash his hands.

You follow quickly to wrap your arms around him after he moves, waiting patiently with your temple against the back of his head with a hum when he speaks. You already know his hands are clean long before he thinks about moving away from your comfort.

“Should we make some for the rest of the team?”

Your lips are close to his ear when you reply, leaving a faint graze of your teeth against his neck before whispering an almost malicious question against his skin.

“Do they really deserve them?”

“Risotto does…”

You hum low in his ear when you rest your head against his shoulder, watching lazily as he turns off the water and leans further into you, his smile widening through the gentle trail of your fingers against his chest.

“Not even Prosciutto?”

“Don’t tell him I said no.”

It’s barely audible even when you’re so close, earning a dramatic gasp from you when you pull away with a grin and a shocked tone sneaking into your voice when you take his place by the sink.

“I can’t believe you, amore… How could you?”

You turn with a grin to face him when you tease further, watching the playful roll of his eyes when he leans to press his lips against yours before pulling away just enough to reply.

“More for us.”

“Mm, you make a good argument… We have to be quiet though.”

“I can be quiet.”

There’s a light pause in the air before a breathy laugh slips from you as you lean away a little, his eyes immediately narrowing accusingly towards you with a shake of his head and making his un-styled hair fall slightly in front of his face.

“I can! I promise, just tell me what to do… I’ve never made cupcakes before.”

He pulls away fully with a giddy smile, his almost black eyes lightening under the kitchen lights as he holds your gaze.

You almost wish you were doing this during the day so you didn’t have to whisper back and forth, not wanting to wake anyone up with being too loud…

If you wake Prosciutto up again, you’ll never hear the end of it from him.

“Okay, we need some bowls first… Here, do you wanna do the wet or dry?”

His hand hesitates before he takes the bowl from you, his instant toothy grin making you roll your eyes and nudge the plastic bowl into his hand. You sigh softly with a small smile settling on your face before he replies, biting back a small laugh when you playfully glare at him.

“Wet… Stop looking at me like that!”

“Baby, since when are you so giggly over innuendos?”

“I don’t know, I’m just excited that you’re home…”

Your agreeing hum hangs in the air before you move with a quiet reply to him, your fingers resting over the butter and eggs as you place them on the counter in front of him.

“I'm glad too… I missed you.”

He doesn’t respond when he stares down at the ingredientson the counter, carefully taking 2 eggs out when you start reading the instructions clearly to him when you turn on the oven, moving the dial to gas mark 4 before standing straight again and grabbing the flour.

Recipe for anyone that wants it LOL, yes this is the one I use.. -  2 - Large Eggs 166g - All purpose Flour 32g - Cornstarch ½ Teaspoon - Baking Soda 7g - Unsweetened Cocoa Powder ¼ Teaspoon - Salt 56g - Unsalted Butter (Room temp) 200g - Granulated Sugar 120ml - Vegetable Oil 2 Teaspoons - Pure Vanilla Extract ½ Teaspoon - Distilled White Vinegar 120ml - Buttermilk Red food colouring Cream cheese frosting

“Okay… Separate the whites from the yolks… Just put the yolks in the other bowl for later, and then beat the whites until they make stiff fluffy peaks.”

You watch for a second as he breaks the eggs into the bowl, completely focused on not letting even a single sliver of yolk or shell fall into the bowl with the whites, before smiling and grabbing the whisk to beat them…

A lot louder than he means to, freezing with a small 'oops' with a nervous expression towards you before he continues quietly.

The light sound of the whisk against the fluffy eggs fills the room as you lean over to grab the sieve, sifting the flour and cornstarch together with a smile when you turn to see Pesci dipping the whisk into the egg and trying to make it peak with a frown when it doesn’t.

“Sorry, love… I know it takes longer without the hand mixer.”

“Worth the pain…”

It’s a soft dramatic whisper as he keeps beating them, stopping for a moment to shift the position when it aches and starting again with a small exhale.

Your fingers tap softly against the metal to get the remnants out of the sieve before placing it down and grabbing the baking soda, cocoa powder and salt and putting them into the bowl alongside the flour mix. 

Your eyes pull back unintentionally to your boyfriend, watching his determined stare down into his bowl with a happy noise in his throat when they peak correctly, turning to you happily before hesitating when your eyes are already on him.

“I uh… I did it?”

“You’re so fucking cute, Pesci… You okay to keep going?”

He smiles immediately at your concern, it’s only been a few minutes of whisking but your sweet worry makes his heart swell… Assassins or not, you're always so kind to him.

“Yeah! What next?”

“Mm… Lemme check… Beat the butter until creamy, then add the sugar and beat that together.”

“Got it.”

His entire body is almost on edge through his focus as he moves behind you and steals the scales from in front of you.

His arm coils around your waist with a gentle kiss behind your ear, his thumb running against your bare stomach before moving away with a fleeting whisper against you.

“Love you, can you pass the sugar… Please?”

“Here, love you too… Oh and here’s the oil for later.”

He nods quickly when he takes them, his green hair fanning over his cheekbones with the movement and turning back to his bowl before measuring the butter and sugar and beginning to whisk them together.

You watch him lovingly as he focuses on making it smooth, moving to add the oil when you tell him to and returning to whisking with a low hiss when his arm begins to hurt after so long. Your hand catches his wrist before he can keep going as you stop him with a smile and taking his place by the counter.

“Thank you… I'm sorry.”

“Why are you apologising, baby?”

He doesn’t answer outside of a small shy smile, his eyes fluttering lightly when you slip the whisk out of his fingers and take over. His hands hesitate in the air for a second while he fights the urge to reach out to touch you before just letting them fall to his side.

The rest of the recipe goes by fast, his eyes never leaving you as you add the remaining wet ingredients except the eggs and whisk them together.

Your eyes catch his for a second with a quick kiss to his lips before adding the flour mix and buttermilk in intervals while trying to make sure not to overbeat it.

“Can you pass the egg whites?”

He jumps slightly when you ask him quietly, ripping him out of his daze as he blinks in surprise and stutters out a reply and grabs the eggs for you.

“Oh… I, um… Yeah, shit I… Eggs, right.”

“Pesci… It’s okay, you can watch me. I don’t mind.”

His blush is a deep red after being caught staring so intently at you, his eyes refusing to move back towards you until you laugh and look away again.

The second you do, you can feel his gaze back on you, lazily watching your ministrations as you fold the fluffy eggs into the rest before grabbing the cupcake liners and handing them to him.

“You wanna fill them for me?”

“Don’t say it like that, Y/N!”

You can’t help the muffled laugh into the back of your hand over your teased flirt towards him.

Your eyes are lidded as you watch him flush and take the bowl from you, refusing to look back at you while he spoons the mix into the liners, leaving some space so they don’t rise too high without you even telling him to. 

When he stops and places the bowl down he tenses, feeling your hand resting on your waist as you slip past to start washing the other bowls and grinning when he clears his throat to speak softly after your light touch.

“How long…?”

“20 minutes… Thank you for staying up with me, Pesci. You didn’t have to…”

“Stop it. I wanted to, I love you.”

The light thump of the over door closing makes you jump slightly, his hands immediately finding your waist in a fleeting touch against your skin before grabbing the tea towel and beginning to dry the dishes by your side.

“I love you too… Maybe we can still shower when they’re cooling…?”

His smile twitches in excitement when he catches your gaze, a small tilt in his head as he reaches out and takes the clean bowl from your fingers, your warm skin brushing his and making him linger for a second.

“Please! I… I mean. Yes, please?”

His urgent reply makes you shoot a sweet grin over to him, his hands already stopped mid drying as he accidentally begs you to let him join you.

“Forget the cakes, I could just bite you… You know, since you’re so sweet.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did…”

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Ooooh I love him smmm, it makes me so happy when we get some good juicy fanfic of Pesci, what an underrated king

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idk if ur doing requests but if so can u pls do the bucci gang on a rollercoaster with reader thanks<3

⋆˚꩜｡𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙞 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧⊹ ࣪ ˖

Hey anon! I'll be taking requests for a short while and I love that your request was my first one. I've been giggling while I wrote this one. I hope you enjoy it!

•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

Warning(s): None! Crack/fluff fic tbh. Not really proof-read so sorry for any errors. (Potential OOC?? Idk lmao). Gender neutral reader!!

Word Count: 674

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

Bruno Bucciarati

Mom-mode activated. He makes sure any accessories that you have are in a bag stored in a locker somewhere.

He doesn't mind rollercoasters really, he's done this plenty of times with Narancia.

Will comfort you if you're nervous and offers to ride the second or third row to help with any anxiety.

Holds your hand throughout the whole ride and he's simply enjoying the wind since it's hot out, (ah, nature's AC).

Leone Abbacchio

After the ride, he makes sure you're properly hydrated and if you're hungry, he'll leave the team, (he knows they can handle themselves), so you guys can have a quick lunch date together. <3

You got this man on a rollercoaster??? First of all, how? Second of all, he must really love you. (Narancia did pester him until he cracked but you certainly helped convince him).

He's standing in a line where he's probably sweating off his makeup and he's definitely warm in that outfit he's in.

Grumbles a lot during the wait.

Doesn't really react much on the ride, (the true nonchalant king).

Guido Mista

He isn't as grumpy as before, but you've created a monster. Now he wants to go on those 400 foot Drop Towers since you've dragged him onto that rollercoaster. (Evil Leone…)

This man acts so macho, but he screams like a little bitch when he's on a rollercoaster.

When he's in line, he's hyping himself up and everything, telling you to hold his hand if you're scared.

HE'S SCARED.

Your hand is the one getting squeezed here, unless you're scared yourself, both your hands are gonna be hurting and really, really sweaty.

Narancia Ghirga

Acts like he wasn't scared by the end of it (so nonchalant… Not.)

He's begging that you guys front row of the rollercoaster, dying actually to be in the front.

Drags you to the front section of it and is bouncing on his heels all giddy waiting for your turn.

The type to kick his feet while waiting for the coaster to take off. Will hold your hand if you're scared.

Cackling like a maniac throughout the whole thing.

Pannacotta Fugo

His goal for the day is to go on every ride in the park, and you're coming with him. 10/10 experience though, he makes it so much fun.

Honestly, he is nervous 100%, may not try to show it, but he is.

Got caught up in being in the front row because of Narancia, and his anxiety is spiked.

Do not hold his hand he may crush it.

When you're all at the top of the ride with that pause, he just kind of hits this face:

Giorno Giovanna

Screaming and cursing like a sailor the whole ride. Looks like he's gone through a tornado when he comes off. Refuses to go on another ride for a while.

Giorno is pretty neutral on rollercoasters, like Bruno. He's going because everyone else is going.

Holds your hand throughout the entire experience (because he's a gentleman, no it's not an excuse because he's touch-starved, what are you saying—)

I can only imagine how funny it is to see the Don of Passione being on a rollercoaster of all things. He's just here for good vibes.

Trish Una

Actually enjoys himself and joins Narancia on his quest to ride all the rollercoasters. Might as well since the gangs all here for a day or two. (Unless Bruno booked a whole week of family time at Disney.)

She is NOT a fan of the heat, but she's here anyways.

Rollercoasters really aren't her thing since it messes up her hair (I can only imagine how long it takes to style it).

She's a little nervous, but not Fugo-nervous. She holds your hand and screams throughout the entirety of the ride. Not a big fan of the sharp turns or when there's loops.

Will go on a few, but after that, she just drags you off to go do something else! Probably explores other fun attractions that are more her speed.

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Hellooo everyone!

I wanted to make a quick announcement, but I am thinking about opening my requests for a short while!

I figured it'd be fun to do some requests, so, come at me. I plan to do a few for now as to not overwhelm myself, so if I do not do your request I apologize in advance.

I mainly am focusing on JoJo content, but I will write Gachiakuta stuff too.

For reference, I will be doing JJBA parts 1-5, as I am still catching up on the series. With Gachiakuta, I am all caught up on the manga so far!

Here is the rules & masterlist so you can take a gander.

Go easy on me fellas, I am but a wee lad.

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𓏲ּ𝄢𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙞 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜 & 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙨𓏲ּ𝄢

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

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

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

Word count: 1,105

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Bruno Bucciarati

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

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

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

Leone Abbacchio

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

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

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

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

Guido Mista

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

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

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

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

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

Narancia Ghirga

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

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

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

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

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

Pannacotta Fugo

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

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

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

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

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

Giorno Giovanna

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

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

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

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

Trish Una

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

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

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

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

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The long awaited Jean Pierre Polnareff NSFW alphabet

Look, I'm sorry I can only write in hc form, and this covers all the bases.

Anyway I lub heeeiim...

x fem!reader, 18+, NSFW

one day I'll add pretty graphics to these but right now I'm just throwing these at you.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

So very cuddly, sappy, clingy. Come lay on his chest, press your nose to his, share a cigarette. He loves a smoke after sex, especially if you'll reciprocate, sitting up with the duvet across your chests, talking so sweetly. He's especially affectionate for the rest of the day if he gets to have you early in the morning.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's pretty pleased with his whole image, but, we all know how much he likes that hair of his, and how big of a deal it would be to let you not only touch it but eventually rough it up in bed.

He's a butt guy, a boob guy, a waist guy, a leg guy, a face guy etc etc, he's not all that picky and can find just about any body part sexy. Though, there is always something to be said about kneading on flesh, squeezing something soft and sweet. Canonically has an affinity for "cute" features, which isn't extremely specific.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Zero pull out game, none, it all just comes on so fast! He really lets the orgasm wash over, and he reeaally wants to finish inside, he'll hold you flush to him, and all of those tense muscles loosen up. Doesn't want to just pull right out either, as long as he can keep you close, he will. And do be mindful, something about him gives the energy that he'd be reallll fertile and be way prone to accidentally getting someone pregnant.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Don't hate me but he's exactly the type to have kept a list of the people he's slept with and ratings of the sex, he would be mortified if you knew, the guys all know about it and don't care enough to say anything. The list is burned the day he tells you he loves you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yeah, he pulls…sometimes, mostly. It's not that he's inexperienced, not even close, but it's not like he's fucking someone different everyday, he's just had quite a few relationships in the past. So, he's a really good lover but absolutely terrible at emotionally processing one night stands and that will pick at his bravado a little.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's switching it up, picking a favorite sex position is impossible for him, torture just to think of putting any above the others. He love holding your leg to his chest, he loves holding your face in the crook of his neck, he loves seeing your ass bounce against his hips. There's too many good things about them all to possibly have a favorite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's following your lead, he doesn't want to read the vibe wrong and mess this up. If you laugh, he'll laugh, if you're giving him serious bedroom eyes, he'll return the gaze.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It's hard to tell whether his body hair is just really light, or if its there at all. Definitely doesn't shave it all off though, he keeps himself neat but he's got other things to spend his time doing (you know, like, his actual hair)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I've said it once, I will say it again, he puts the "romantic" in "hopeless romantic". If he knows you've got a little extra time together, he'll plan something so cheesy and cliche that it loops back around to being sexy and charming. Even the quickies are hot and intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes he just can't resist getting his rocks off about you…sometimes it borders creepy (hot), like when you're in the shower, when he's up late thinking about you, and you're fast asleep. Later, during a more established relationship, he kinda just does it when you're just too busy, or when you're apart for long time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not terribly kinky! Of course, he'll do whatever you ask (with some firm limits). He's definitely into giving and receiving praise, PDA gets him a bit hot and bothered, too. He'll whisper dirty things to you when everyone's just out of ear-shot, let his hand wander from your lower back to your ass, kiss you for just a little too long. This is, only if it's not making you uncomfortable, he's respectful !! (at least to you, he is)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 A soft bed really is hard to beat, but if we're being honest, he can throw down anywhere two bodies can meet. Won't fuck you anywhere gross, we know his standards are high, he's not letting any nastiness into this moment with you,,,

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just the smallest things will get into that mind of his and not leave him alone. You smell nice today, you look cute when you sleep, you covered in some asshole stand user's blood, your hair blowing when the window is rolled down. It's not just looks either, the conversation makes up a big chunk of tension.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not into hurting you, that's not his style, saves all that for outside of the bedroom. VERY hard no on choking don't even press the question. Would probably give slaps on the ass, if you're insistent, he might leave a hand mark. That's as far as pain would go, though, he's just too nice.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 Very, very skilled, could do this all day, would do this all day if permitted. Sit. On. His. Faaaace!! His hands are running all over you the whole time, gripping, cradling, this is still a full body experience. He'd be more than grateful for head in return, he'll guide you by the hair, sweet and never too tight, but a little self indulgent.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 Versatile, whatever you want, he's simply happy to please you. If you don't have any specific request, he'll almost always start slow and work his way up to drilling into you like it's the last time he's going to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 Of course he'd be down for a quickie, how mischievous! He thinks its super hot to fuck you under a skirt with your panties pulled to the side. 100% you have gotten very sternly scolded for sneaking off to canoodle while the other's got their shit kicked in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 If you seem excited, he can get excited, but, risk in his life is kind of different than it would be for most. The riskiest thing he wants is sex in one of the cars, maybe while everyone's asleep in the hotel, but, at the same time, he doesn't want to have you both caught in a compromising position by an enemy stand user.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on what he dealt with during the day, but generally decent, he does get tired, and as much as he wishes he could always push through it, if you're not satisfied after the rounds he provided, he'll be a bit bruised about it but will offer to make up for it in the morning. He lasts less and less time as he grows to love you more.. (cutie)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Such a brat about it, he totally lets the toys bruise his ego. He's got all you need right here, on his person, and you've got everything he needs. He's overthinking it, do you think he could be doing more? Do you what something different? He's sensitive and kinda boyish…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 He is actually such a tease, he loves to get you all riled up, especially in little subtle ways in public or around everyone else. Just, little tiny things he knows make you all flustered. He's a major tease in the bedroom, too, but he's easier to coax when you can withhold.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A talker! Sweet talking, dirty talking, teasing, even when you need to be quiet, he's still whispering such dirty things to you. Never degrading, but he's good at talking down at you just a little bit

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 If you're sharing a room with a mirror, you're gettin fucked in front of the mirror, he would totally love to watch himself, and watch you. He encourages you to look when you're feeling shy or burying your face in the sheets.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Now that top is pretty tight so we know what's going on abdomen-wise. I think we often neglect to mention that absolute bubble butt. That double cheeked, all natty wagon he's draggin. But! I know we want to talk dick, he's tall and broad so it's safe to say it's at least proportionate, probably like 7 in and thick, cut. Pale pink… vein that runs along the bottom, intimidating at full mast… (checks over my shoulder while I write this alone at home)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Literal canon yearning, The Yearner. He's easy to turn on and has terrible impulse control, it starts to border an emotional pang. Prone to getting a little whiny when he's having to control himself for too long.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kind of the opposite! It's like a recharge, the rush of dopamine doesn't end with a big crash. He's feeling great now, this is why he prefers a morning session. Unless!! You push him for as many rounds as he can give, just really tucker him out.

yum anyway this is unedited bc….. i dont want to do that, sorry LOL

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Queennnnnnnn! Hello :) I have a delightful request today. Pesci and reader have been in a relationship for a little while but he’s still pretty nervous about it all and at one point as them if they actually like how he looks. They immediately and happily start to yap about all the things they love about him. He ends up a little flustered and turned on from all this affection but they are very willing to love on and help out their sweet boyfriend. I totally think at first Pesci would be all flustered and shy at first but he would totally be able to flip the script on his lover and shock them. I’m tired of people acting like this man is some innocent creature who could never have sex. He’s a sweetheart but he could absolutely break someone back.

-♠️ anon

PRETTYBOY! - Pesci x Reader

A/N - ♠️ anon... My sweet ♠️ anon... We just politely and carefully ignore the word count once more... But I love thiss so much, I am so over the bs that Pesci is just a boring baby little guy, god forbit someone have anxiety LMAO... The 6 Pesci fans are about to get some food, I shall never ignore him. Thank youuu so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! <3 Yeah this is... So detailed my bad ????

GN reader, Fem anatomy <3

♡ Smut ♡ Word Count - 5100 ...YEAH IK I DON'T KNOW MAN????? .MINORS DNI.

The groan that spills from Formaggio’s lips is loud and dramatic when he slips his arms onto the fabric behind where you sit.

Both of you snuggled into each other as you rest comfortably on the couch, your eyes focused on the tv while Pesci leans into your side with a lazy smile as you whisper to each other.

“Can you both get a room?”

“We aren’t even doing anything… Freak.”

Pesci hums low in agreement when you turn your head to snap back over your shoulder to where he slumps onto the couch, staring down at you with a grin when you defend yourself.

But you should have known it would only spur his teasing on.

The show you were watching is completely forgotten when he places his head on his palm with a roll of his eyes when Pesci’s fingers move to entwine with yours.

“Sure… Your boyfriend eye-fucking you is totally nothing.”

His voice is a low goad that makes Pesci jerk upright in shock, confusion bubbling in his throat when he shoots a glance over at the man behind, a frown settling on his face and his muscles taut below his skin.

“What?! But I… I wasn’t… I didn’t do anything!” 

The shock is evident in his tone, his relaxation slipping into worry over you believing he was and earning a coo from Formaggio in fake reassurance at his flustered stuttering.

“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving for your mission?”

He almost repeats it back mockingly before seeing the irritation settling deep in your eyes, not that he doesn’t want to push and goad you both into anger… But you’re right.

He does have a mission today and if he spends more time pissing you off then he’s definitely going to be late again.

“Don’t look so sad to see me leave sweetheart, I know I’m a sight for sore eyes, but… I won’t be gone long.” 

His flirting comment is ended dramatically with a wink and a fleeting touch to your jaw before you jerk your head away with a glare, making his grin widen when Pesci pulls you closer to him with a protective arm around your shoulder.

“Keep your hands to yourself… Please.”

The cutting snap slips from Pesci’s lips before he can even want to stop it, disgust evident on his face before spitting out a small 'please' after a pause while he tries to calm himself. 

“Alright, alright. Whatever, I’m heading out so… Don’t be such a baby about it.”

Neither of you bother to respond to his insulting comment as he moves away from the couch with the huffing remark. His shoes clicking against the hardwood when he steps towards the safehouse door with a farewell under his breath and an amused grin on his lips, the chipped wood swinging shut behind him with a loud click.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Mm, s’fine, not worth it…”

You tear your eyes from the paint stripped door with a deep inhale before your gaze falls back to Pesci where he stares down at his clenched hands sitting in his lap.

He doesn’t look to you until your fingers cup his jaw and make him meet your eyes with a frown, his annoyance clear through the taut muscles twitching under his skin.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… Just... He’s an ass and I wish he wouldn’t touch you… Not that you need my permission to…”

“I don’t like it either, Pesci... He’s gross and honestly? I don’t know who’s stroking his ego to believe we all find him hot.”

The twitch of his lips into a smile makes your heart jump in your chest, his irritation slipping while he watches you stare at him so lovingly.

“What about me?”

His breath fans your face when he exhales, close enough that he could lean in and kiss you, but choosing to ask… What exactly? 

It must be obvious that you don’t understand when his hand squeezes yours, his eyes lidded and dark when he glances to your lips before moving away with a blush.

“What about you…?”

“Do you, I guess… Do you find me… Hot?”

Your shoulders fall immediately in surprise, a small tilt in your head at his question as you take in the scared lilt in his voice, the worry coiling around his throat as he waits for the answer. He's expecting you to say no...

A slow exhale slips from you as you lean and kiss his cheek, your eyes meeting his again with a sweet smile when you pull away.

“I think you’re perfect…”

“I’m not perfect, I'm just… You don’t have to lie to make me…”

The sad look in your eyes makes his breath catch in his throat and rips the words from him before he can finish his self doubt, your brows furrowing as the ache in your chest tears at you. 

His gaze follows you as you turn fully towards him, adoration seeping into the air between you as you cup his face again, your thumbs rubbing across his cheekbones and down his jaw as you speak.

“I love the way your eyes look so different in every light, sometimes they look almost black… But they’re not, they’re the most beautiful green.”

A light kiss to his temple before you continue speaking, watching the flutter in his eyes as your words settle into his chest.

“I love the scar right here… And this one too.”

Your fingers trace the healed scar just below his lip, humming softly when he blushes before you lean and kiss the one on his jaw before pulling away again.

“You don’t have to…”

“I love your cute nose… And your cheeks… And lips.”

He flushes a deep red when you kiss each part of him that you whisper against his skin, shifting slightly in his seat as he tries to force his body to calm down. 

The too familiar ache in his stomach makes his muscles tense in nervousness, your lips trailing across his throat and muttering low praising leaves him hardening in his underwear, pathetically twitching before he can attempt to control himself.

A shaky gasp of your name falls from his parted lips when you drag your fingers through his mohawk with a grin when his whole shudders from the feeling of your nails against his scalp.

“Please…”

“I’m not done yet.”

His cheeks burn brighter when you move onto your knees to throw your leg over his lap, pushing him slightly back into the cushions and straddling his thighs while he stares up at you surprised.

Your hand doesn't leave his shoulder as you keep him still, your lips pressing back to his jaw quickly before moving away and watching his mind malfunction under your change in position.

The shake in his fingers is faint as they brush your waist before slipping under your shirt to hold your sides. Your skin soft and warm below his touch as he fights the urge to move his palms higher onto your chest, instead choosing to just stop you from moving forward as you settle down onto his lap with a smile. 

“Do you want me to keep talking, amore?”

“I’m… Uh. You’re making me… Sorry, I’m just…”

You lean forward to press your lips against his, a hand resting on his chest as you stop his rambling and drag a shocked moan from him. The flustered stuttering telling you more than he can actually spit out, an apology that you force him to stop.

His head tilts immediately with a whine when you deepen the kiss, lips moving slowly against him and making his heart flutter when your canines graze the sensitive skin.

His hand moves further into your clothes as he trails his fingers up your spine with a complaining noise in his throat when you pull away for a gasping breath.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

You don't stop the giddy grin on your face when he mutters out his own question rather than answer yours, his eyes fluttering when he tries to keep his gaze on yours before they fall back to your lips, leaning forwards with a hum and kissing you again before you can answer.

It’s desperate this time, his hand squeezing your waist slightly as he keeps you settled just away from the way his erection strains against his pants.

A small part of him hopes you'll glance down and see just how worked up you have him, the pre-cum dripping from the slit obvious on his dark grey pyjama's. The embarrassment of getting so agonisingly hard just from your worshiping is completely swallowed by the need to keep you kissing him for as long as he can.

His other hand falls to caress your stomach with a hum in his throat when your tongue trails lightly against his, the taste of you making his control fray completely when he moves to cup his palm against your breast with a gentle squeeze.

In his breathless haze the light grip he has on your hip loosens for just a second when you move, his mind not catching up fast enough until you moan into his mouth and shift your hips to press yourself closer to him.

The groan that slips from him is sinful, your warmth pressing perfectly against his length even through the fabric, his eyes fluttering open in shock when you pull away from his lips with a shaky gasp, your cheeks flushed as you try to calm your ragged heartbeat.

The wide eyes stare makes you laugh softly, his panic leaving his muscles tense and his mind spiral.

It isn't as if you haven't made out before, nor that he hasn't been so, painfully hard below you. But the worry of you thinking he's disgusting has him fumbling to correct it in any way.

“I’m… Fuck, sorry… Oh, I’m, you don’t…”

His apology catches when you roll your hips lightly into his, your lips falling to his jaw as you suck and nip at his neck with a shaky moan into his skin. Your tongue against his skin making everything feel more intense, the wet muscle pressing against his pulse as you press your hips down a little harder.

His mussed green hair fans against the dulled fabric of the seat when his head falls back onto the couch, his gasps hitching in his throat and slipping into breathy moans with every drag of your pulsing heat over him.

“Please… Don’t stop.”

“Someone might come home…”

Your hips slow slightly as you watch him, whispering a low nudged warning that breaks into a whine when his calloused hands pull you down harder against his erection, his eyes fluttering when they find yours, desperation licking at every nerve in his body the closer he gets.

“I don’t care, please… Feels too good to stop.”

“Pesci…”

The shaky whine of his name makes his mouth fall open in a gasp when your hips speed up slightly, taking back some control from him as you chase how addicting it is when his clothed tip nudges against your clit. 

"Fuck... I can feel how wet you... Are."

His eyes roll back as he pulls you further into him with every grind of your hips, the breathy comment leaving you flustered and hyper aware of the throbbing heartbeat in your core.

The thought that you're so wet for him that you're unintentionally soaking your underwear enough that he can feel it through his own has his hips rolling slightly with a groan, spurring on his pleasure.

Your hand drops to his stomach with a shudder when his hips jerk weakly up to match your grinding. The other trailing up his chest before cupping his jaw with a whimper when he pulls you down harder with a trembling gasp.

His desperation bubbles over violently with every small noise that he drags from you, his eyes closed with parted lips as he stops trying to bite back his whimpering.

“Let me ride you? Please?”

“I’m so, hah… Are you… Close?”

His gasping question hangs in the air for a moment before he stops the roll of your hips fully, his head falling forward to press his temple to your shoulder, lips faint against your throat as he tries to catch his breath and will away how close he is.

“Need you inside me.”

“Please don’t say that…”

The shake in his voice gives away just how worked up you have him, words muffled into your shirt as he pushes gently against your stomach to move you. 

The second you shift to move off of his lap he sighs and slumps back into the cushions with a lazy grin when his eyes meet yours.

“You’re so beautiful…”

There's a breathless praise on his lips when you lean towards him again to press your lips to his quickly before standing.

“Pesci, stop talking.”

His smile widens as he catches your wrist, pulling you back into him to kiss you again, his fingers curling around the back of your neck as he nips softly at your bottom lip playfully before letting go and letting you move away.

“Or what?”

Your head tilts at his goading words, entwining your fingers with his when your eyes glint at the immediate panic in his gaze at the sadistic look on your face.

“I’ll stop talking…”

The hiss that falls from his lips when he stands makes your eyes fall to the way his cock strains against the wet fabric over his crotch, your stomach aching at the sight with a deep exhale when you pull him towards your room.

The blush on your face deepens at the mess you've made on him, embarrassment coiling in you as you hold the door open for him to slink in with you.

You waste no time when the door clicks shut, your fingers finding the light switch before pulling your shirt off and moving back to kiss him, hands falling to his pants as you part and wait for permission. 

“Please… I want this. Been thinking about this for…”

His throat bobs when he swallows nervously, the pink on his face slipping into a deep crimson when he realises that the fantasies he's been having for months are all coming to fruition when his gaze drag to your chest before darting back to your eyes.

You let the plea settle over you when you nudge his pants down and press your lips back to his, desperation coiling in your abdomen when the fabric hits the floor.

“Are you sure you… We haven’t…”

There’s barely a pause after the nervous attempt at a question falls from him, your desperation swimming in your chest and overcoming any nerves you could have for this. But he's right... You haven't slept together yet.

The air stills when you move away to take your own pants off, hesitating at his words for a second when your clothes pool on the floor next to his, leaving you naked in front of him as he steps forward in a lust driven haze to touch you.

His fingers trail slowly across your stomach with a grounding exhale when you rip his worry from him.

“I want you, if you want to stop it's okay… We can just watch somethi…”

Your reassurance is ripped from you as he drags a startled moan from you in its place, cool fingers moving to drag through your dripping folds before resting against the small bundle of nerves when you jerk in surprise.

“Can I try… I'd... Like to try something… I just don’t…”

He stops his panicked rambling with a sigh when your hand curls around his forearm, your eyes fluttering with every small movement of his fingers.

“Get on the bed.”

His low confident command takes you off guard, shock on your face as your laugh slips at his fluster when it catches up and he adds a tender ‘please’ to the end with a grin when you nudge his arm to move away and let crawl onto the bed.

You feel the dip of the bed behind you before you even sit down, a surprised yelp ripped from you immediately when you turn to lean back only for him to drag you under him with a grin.

A low groan pulls from his lips as he watches your breasts bounce before glancing up to your face. He carefully checks your expression to make sure he isn't being too rough with a nervous limbre.

When your eyes soften with a sweet smile he relaxes again, moving to press needy wet kisses down your chest and stomach with a low pleased hum when he grazes his teeth lightly across your nipple and has your back arching into him.

“What did you want to…? Oh, fuck…”

His tongue dips to your soaked entrance immediately, clawing the control from your grip when he drags the hot muscle up to your clit with a devastated groan at the taste of you.

His strong arms hook quickly around your thighs to keep them open for him when he shifts to lay down on his stomach between your legs.

“Taste… So good.”

The praise is muffled completely into you as he devours you, pulling you closer with a moan when his tongue dips into your fluttering hole. Your hand curling into his hair when your head falls back, struggling to keep your eyes on him through the onslaught he leaves against you. 

A pathetic moan catches in your throat when his lips press to your clit and he sucks hard, your hips jerking up to chase the feeling before he almost growls and pins you to the covers with his hand.

His laugh is giddy when he pulls away to catch his breath with a grin at your chest rising and falling in desperate pants.

“Look at me, tesoro… Please?”

Your head snaps up from the covers as you lean up onto your elbow, eyes wide and face a deepening red when he keeps your gaze and dips to kiss your stomach with a hum when you cover his eyes in embarrassment.

“Stop... Since when did you get so bold, Pesci?”

He doesn’t answer through his sudden shyness, a low complaint on his lips when he shakes his head to move your hand so he doesn’t have to take his off of you, thumbs running across your skin with an excited grin settling on his lips.

Your fingers curl into his hair instantly when he dips back down to press a kiss to your clit and giggling when you spasm slightly.

“If I… Asked you to… Sit on my face… Would you?”

Every break in his question is another hard press of his lips against your skin before sinking his tongue into you with a groan when your hand grips his hair, your hips grinding onto his face with a broken moan before forcing yourself to stop.

“I’m… I want you inside… Please.”

“Not an answer…”

He barely pulls away to answer you, the muttered reply cut off when he drags you back onto his tongue with a whine when he grinds his erection slowly into the covers below him.

His hand moves from your thigh to press the tips of his fingers against your fluttering entrance, slipping two into you just an inch before thrusting weakly and ripping a choked moan from your throat, desperation flickering through you as his tongue circles your clit.

“Please… Amore, I want to… I want…”

His head raises with a sweet smile as you stutter pathetically through the pleasure, his fingers still thrusting inside of you and making your eyes roll back.

He debates ignoring what you want for a second before moving, pulling his fingers out of you with a sharp exhale when he watches you dripping down his palm.

His hands immediately move to his underwear as he pushes them off when he stands, eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint as you watch him drag his fingers against his flushed cock, leaving your wetness glistening against him and leaving your eyes wide and shifting to close your legs.

The mattress dips when he climbs back onto the bed, hands curling under your knees to push your legs back open for him to settle over you while you stare up in shock at his surge of confidence.

His lips press against your jaw in a lingering kiss before nervously glancing away when he realises just how vulnerable a moment it is.

Your fingers move quickly to catch his jaw and make him look back towards you to catch your gaze, your other hand shifting between you to stroke his length slowly and making his head fall to your shoulder with a shaky breath out.

“I… Will you tell me if I'm being… Too rough?

His breathy question pressed against your skin makes you shift under him, spreading your legs more and letting him move closer as his hand stops yours from touching him, waiting for you to answer.

“You won’t break me, Pesci.”

“Please, sometimes I… I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t, I’ll tell you. I promise."

Your reassurance eases his worries quickly, his lips meeting yours in a fervour as he presses against your entrance, fingers moving slowly up to your clit before dropping back to run your wetness against his length

The head of his cock sinking into you has your head falling back with a whine, breaking the kiss accidentally when he rocks his hips gently into you, letting you take him further little by little.

The stretch has your eyelids fluttering through the ache, pleasure mingling into the pressure, your voice breathy and dripping with awe.

“Holy… Shit, amore…”

“Sorry… Should I stop?”

The strain in his voice is devastating, biting back his own moans to hear yours as he forces his slow thrusts to still, his thumb running against your clit to ease the stretch slightly.

“No, no, no, please, don’t stop… Pesci, please.”

His eyes scan your face in shock for any sign of pain before moving again, still tracing the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bud with every nudge of his cock deeper inside of you.

His eyes roll back while he tries to ground himself through the tightness hugging his length, groaning weakly when his pelvis meets yours, your shattered panting driving him further into his lust.

“So… Perfect, thank you… Oh, fuck. Thank you.”

His lips press desperately against yours before you can even attempt to reply, a high pitched whine muffled into his mouth when he starts fucking you gently into the soft fabric, his own moans almost inaudible over the sound of yours.

The pleasure thrumming through your veins is all consuming, your fingers digging slightly into his back as he shifts and pins you more under him. 

He breaks the kiss with a gasp when you wrap your leg around his waist, barely moving from you as your noses brush, saliva still connecting your lips as he watches you fall apart below him with every snap of his hips.

“Harder… Please… So close.”

He’s too addicted to the way you feel to think about asking you if you're sure, his cock hitting deeper when he moves again, dragging your other leg around his waist with a groan when you moan louder. 

His thrusts rip the air from your lungs with every time his tip presses against your cervix, every drag of his thumb against your clit leaving you spasming under him.

"You asked me... To go harder, but you're trying to run... You can take it, baby..."

His hand drops to your hip with a squeeze as he drags you back under him, his lips pressing to your throat with a breathless tease that slips into a whimper when you spit out a broken warning.

“Pesci… I'm gonna… Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum… I can take it, I can... Please, I promise.”

Your urgent desperation has him closer than he wants, cock twitching inside you as he presses down harder on your clit, fast circles dragging you into a whimpering mess with his voice in your ear.

“Tell me to pull out… I’ll make you cum, I promise… I'm too close.”

“No… Please don’t… Inside. Let me feel you.”

The groan against your skin is devastating, his hips stuttering as he loses his rhythm, your name slipping from his lips as you cum around him first with a loud whimper when he bites gently at your throat. 

His own orgasm crashes hard when he feels you clench around him, the sound of every thrust obscene in the dimmed room as you spasm around his cock.

His pathetic moans are muffled completely against your skin you so he can hear every noise you make when his hips falter, eyes fluttering closed as he fucks his cum deep into you, trembling through the feeling as he grinds his hips into yours.

“Too much… So good.. I love you.”

Your voice makes him spasm weakly with a whimper, overstimulating himself through every drop of cum to make you feel good for as long as he can take it, thumb slowly running against your clit and making you jerk every time he presses harder.

“Love you… So… Tight.”

He sounds wrecked, like he can’t fathom the thought of stopping his slow thrusting when it feels so good to fuck you through the tiredness clinging to his skin, even when he’s half hard and shaking through the pleasure.

“Baby… Is it not too much?”

Your moans are shaky and weak through the lazy ecstasy he has you in, your hand pulling his hair lightly to force him to look at you, the worry clouding the pleasure when you see the tears clinging to his lashes.

“I can… I want… More. I can take it… Let me... Cum, please.”

The tears fall from his eyes when they flutter through his desperate stuttering, your nails dragging against his scalp with a praise on your lips that makes his entire body tremble slightly.

“Inside, amore… You’re doing so perfectly for me. Tell me how good it feels.”

Your voice peaks into a shaky moan when he speeds up, chasing his pleasure through your praise as he whimpers into your sweat kissed skin.

“So good… So, so, so wet… Tight, squeezing my dick so... Good, can I… I’m gonna cum... Fuck, gonna...”

“Cum for me, baby.”

You can barely whisper the words to him before he throbs weakly inside of you, twitching violently as you milk his cock for everything he has.

His lips pressing against your throat with loud whimpering sobs through the pleasure dragging through him, his body trembling when you clench around him through your own orgasm.

Your hips rock into his while he pumps barely even the few drops of cum leaking from his sensitive tip into you before he collapses completely against you and whining into your skin when he feels his hot cum dripping out of you around him and down your thighs.

His breath catches as you stroke his hair soothingly, letting him calm against you when he presses his face further into your throat.

“Holy shit, Pesci… You’re perfect…”

“I'm sorry for the… The mess.”

His voice is low and tired in your ear as he trembles against your chest, his cum spurting out of you and onto the covers below with every spasm around him, completely soft inside you and whimpering when you squeeze him too tight but too blissed out to move.

“I love you… So much."

With a muttered comment into your skin he moves to pull out, a small breathless laugh falling from him when he spasms from the drag of your walls around his overstimulated length.

His lips press lazily to the skin on your collarbone with a hum before shifting off of you and to your side with a grin as he drags you to his chest, a light sheen of sweat covering you both as you snuggle into him.

“I love you too, and you don’t have to apologise… I do need a shower though.”

He hums light in agreement as he catches your eyes, fingers moving to your jaw to pull you in for a tired kiss and slipping his hand into your hair to move it away when it falls in front of your face.

“Was it… Good?”

His shyness makes your heart jump in your chest, nervousness crawling back into him slightly as he parts from you with a gentle happy noise in his throat when you shift to kiss him again.

“You were incredible, thank you.”

His cheeks burn under your reassurance, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your fingers trailing across his chest before shifting to stand with a shaky laugh when you stumble. 

He’s up before you can even try to stand again, attempting to avert his eyes away from your body before blushing harder when he sees his cum dripping down your thighs.

“I should… Clean you up, I’m so…”

“Pesci. Don’t apologise... Can you uh, help me stand though?”

His eyes are wide before he nods quickly, his hand slipping into yours with a grin when you use him to help you up, not moving from your side as he steadies you slightly.

You don’t need his help to walk but you don’t refuse it either, letting him pull you close to him as he ushers you into the bathroom and makes you sit on the edge of the bath.

The tile is cold beneath your feet as you watch him drop to his knees with a warm damp towel, pushing your knees apart and making you grin when he stutters out a small curse at the sight of you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re flustered, Pesci.”

He hesitates before wiping you clean, his eyes raising to yours before dropping back to your core, a dazed look on his face that makes your head tilt in curiosity.

“You okay?”

“I’m sorry. It just looks so… Hot.”

Your fingers catch his jaw and tilt his head up to look at you again, your smile widening when he looks so embarrassed... But there's something else settling deep in his eyes and swallowing his exhaustion, something...

Feral.

His mouth opens before closing again with a lazy smirk when you speak before him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips slightly.

"Pesci... You look like you want to eat me, you okay?"

"I'm... Really tempted."

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Oh my goodness gracious, this is the most delicious Pesci fic/smut I've seen yet, AND THE OVERSTIMULATION??? Chef's kiss, I love when a man gets whiney and overstimulates himself sm EHEHEHE KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING, THE PESCI FANS ARE FEASTINGGGGG

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ "𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚." ⋆˚꩜｡

I will never be over his death bro. Going with the AU where he doesn't die because he deserves a happy ending.

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Warning(s): It's fluff, nothing much. Narancia is a little insecure in this so maybe OOC(?), not really proof-read either, so if there are any errors, apologies in advance. Reader is GN, acts like a parent towards Narancia. STRICTLY PLATONIC!! Events take place after Golden Wind.

Word count: 402

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You stood in front of Narancia, your fingers working to button up his shirt, a quiet hum leaving your lips. “Are you excited for school?” You'd ask, smiling down at him.

Narancia looked mixed, on one hand, he was. After the fight with Diavolo and finally returning home safely, he had previously, excitedly exclaimed he'd go back to school. He wanted to go back, he wanted to do things right. But on the other hand, he was nervous, although he was trying his best not to show it.

You studied Narancia's face, noting his silence. You had known the boy long enough to read him, and with a soft sigh, you brushed his messy locks from his forehead affectionately, “Hey. I know it's a little nerve wracking going back… But you're gonna do so well.”

He looked up at you, frowning, his fingers already working to loosen the tight collar, “But, what if I don't do well?” He finally managed to ask. “I'm not exactly the smartest…”

Your eyes softened, “Narancia, you are smart.” You brought him closer, bringing him into your warm embrace, “Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. You aren't immune to that.” You reassured him, “And sometimes people just need a little more help than others, and there's nothing wrong with that.”

You pulled back, hands on his shoulders as you continued on, “If you need help, I'll be there, Fugo will be there too. Everyone will be there.”

Narancia soaked in your words and finally smiled, “You really mean that?” You smiled back, “Every word.” Something in Narancia finally seemed to lighten up, and he lurched forward, hugging you tightly. “Thank you.” He muttered, his words muffled into your shoulder as he clung to you.

“There's nothing to thank me for.” You hugged him back, squeezing him against you. “I've always got your back.”

Narancia nodded and finally pulled away, looking up at you, “I think I'm ready.” He says, his spark returning. You did a once-over and barked a laugh, “Not quite. Still have to tame that wild mess on your head.” You grabbed a comb, “Sit down. I'll take care of this. Then I'll take you to school.”

He sat down in his chair, leaning into you as you combed his messy hair. At first, he was nervous, but thanks to you, now he was actually looking forward to his first day back to school.

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙣." ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

First time writing for Bruno, giggles and kicks my feet. I hope you guys enjoy it, just kinda wrote a small fluff blurb.

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Warning(s): None, just pure fluff. Not really proof read, so minor errors may be there. Gender neutral reader!!

Word count: 430.

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“Always so busy, even at the butt crack of dawn...” You let out a yawn, your movements sluggish, but measured while you braid the top of Bruno's hair. The sun was just barely peeking through the curtains at this time. The mornings were usually so peaceful, having found a morning ritual you both would share each morning before he left for work.

You finally finished up with his hair, pulling back just slightly to admire your handy work. “Grazie, amore.” Bruno would grumble, voice still heavy with sleep, before his hand caught yours, bringing it up to his lips. He placed soft delicate kisses along your fingers, before standing up, his eyes meeting yours.

“I have to go soon.” He whispered, apologetically as he brought you closer. A frown tugged at your lips, your arms soon hooking around his shoulders, “Do you really have too?”

You both knew the answer. Bruno was a Capo now. His duties were important, much more demanding now, and you knew, well before he had finally confessed his feelings for you. No matter what, and no matter how much you both wished it was different, he had a job to do, one that kept you safe, even if it meant less time at home spent with you.

He sighed softly, leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your temple, before resting his cheek against it, his arms wrapping around you tightly, “You know I have to go.” He frowned, “But, I'll be home for dinner.”

You pulled back from him, just enough to look up at him, “You make it sound like a promise.” You teased fondly, “Thought you didn't make promises.”

A soft chuckle left Bruno, “I usually don't.” he admits, “But, today, I'll make an exception.” He smiled warmly.

This time, you leaned in, your lips finding his in a kiss. He deepened it, holding onto this warmth for just a little longer, before he finally pulled away.

The sun had risen further, painting you and the room surrounding you in gold. He couldn't help but take it all in, his hand cupping your face as he peered deeply into your eyes. “I must go now.” He whispered, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

You walked him out, your hand brushing along his back, “Be safe.” You say, making Bruno look at you one last time, “I will.” He said, before he finally left. You watched his figure disappear over the hill, a soft sigh leaving you, “What a man.” You grinned, already looking forward to spending dinner together with him.

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a pretty zebra for my rope — mountain tim

synopsis: a little about how the story between you and your husband happened. surprising him with a new lingerie!

pairings: sheriff!mountain tim, housewife!reader.

MDNI. content: f!reader, fluff, flirt, porn with plot, hands tied, bondage, cumplay, biting, sweet husband, animal print, fingering, oral sex, petnames, unsafe sex

wc: 6,1k

a/n: a little treat for the fangirls of this sweet cowboy.

It was a Sunday. You had closed your shop earlier than usual and were on your way home. The sky was painted gray with heavy clouds.

Suddenly, drops far too heavy to be just a drizzle began falling over you. With no real choice, you were forced to run to the nearest open place for shelter.

A bar.

Scattered tables, dim lighting, soft jazz playing in the background, but the place was almost empty.

You walked up to the counter and sat on a stool. Your back pressed against the hard wood while the sky outside poured down in sheets of rain. You also noticed a man sitting a seat away with a glass of whiskey, but didn’t think much of it.

You began wiping the excess water from your arms, trying to dry yourself at least a little. Running your hands through your hair and clothes as well.

"You’re not much of a talker, are you?" A man’s voice broke the silence, which until then had been filled only by the soft music.

A question formed in your mind.

"Sheriff Tim?!" You turned toward the voice, realizing the whiskey guy was someone you knew. Quickly, you hid a smile behind your hand. "I hadn’t seen you there."

Mountain Tim was the local cowboy and sheriff of the town. He had once been a bounty hunter, but those days were behind him.

"What a pleasant surprise." He tilted back the zebra-print hat just a little, revealing a smile that was equal parts charming and mischievous. "What are you doing in a place like this? Not looking for trouble, I hope."

"I’m just taking shelter from the rain. I almost got soaked..." You sighed, looking at your arms and the spots where the water had clung to you. His gaze followed yours.

"Oh..." he said, then slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, worn but clean. He stepped down from his stool and crossed the short distance, stopping right next to you. "Here, use this to dry yourself."

You accepted the cotton handkerchief. "Am I about to get myself into some kind of trouble?" you asked while drying your skin. "Speaking of which, you must always be in trouble, right? Your wife can’t be too happy with a man who seems to live at work and only occasionally visits his own home.

"He laughed, shaking his head. "Wife? Never been married or anything like that. But there was a woman once." Tim tapped his golden badge. "Unfortunately, she was more interested in the bounties I brought in than in my company."

"Oh, I’m sorry, Tim... I didn’t mean to assume." You squeezed the handkerchief between your fingers, embarrassed but also saddened for him.

His laugh waved off your apology. "Nothing to apologize for, darling. I got myself into that… I should’ve known better than to expect a woman to be happy while I was gone for weeks at a time." He shook his head slightly. "But don’t worry about me. Truth is, I prefer the open road. There are plenty of people worth meeting out there... like you." He looked at you again with a crooked smile.

Oh, that’s right... he had never hidden his feelings for you. You weren’t even sure when it had started. Mountain Tim treated you as though you were made of silk and fragile glass. Always offering a kind word, a flower picked along the way, a sweet wrapped in a napkin. Never impatient or vulgar. Just… constant and warm.

Your eyes dropped shyly to the floor. "Well, sheriff, I hate to admit it… but I wouldn’t like my husband being away for weeks either. I’d live with my heart in knots..." You lifted your eyes back to his face.

He laughed again, this time more genuinely. "Can’t blame you for that, darling. I suppose most people aren’t made for the life I lead. It’s not exactly the kind of life that keeps a heart happy." His expression softened. "But... I’d be lying if I said I don’t envy the lucky man who has you. He gets to see that beautiful smile and those jewel-bright eyes every day." There was a note of something else in that last comment.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "Tim, I don’t have a husband," you said between giggles. "I was speaking hypothetically."

His face showed a flicker of embarrassment. "Oh, I- I got that wrong." He coughed, clearing his throat. "But either way, I don’t think a woman like you should spend her time waiting for someone. Unless… maybe you’re waiting for something worth it?"

One of your brows arched. "Like what?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes tracing your face for a long moment before finally speaking. "Like the kind of man worth waiting for." His gaze locked with yours, intense and thoughtful, before he added with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Someone with a few good stories of his own, strong, capable, and real." He paused. "The kind of man who makes your heart race… and still has the courage to show he’s okay with it. That kind of man."

Your eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t name, and a soft blush warmed your cheeks. "You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?" A wry smile curved your lips.

"Hmm, maybe?" he said, pulling a silly face, lips curled into a playful grin.

The rain was still falling outside, and the bar wasn’t fully enclosed, so a draft of cold air swept through, raising goosebumps all over your body. "Uhh, it’s kind of chilly here, isn’t it?" you rubbed your arms, trying to warm yourself. "Getting caught in the rain isn’t helping either..."

His gaze swept over you, catching the shiver that ran through your body. "Ah, I can imagine." One corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. "Don’t worry, darling. I have a few tricks to warm you up."

Pushing away from the wooden counter, Mountain Tim stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating into the cold air around you. "Come here... let me take a look at those arms."

You hadn’t touched yet, but just his nearness set your body aflame. Maybe it was the way he’d always tried to win you over, all those glances, those smiles, those subtle words, now flaring to life all at once.

Without breaking eye contact, he gently reached out, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against your cold skin. The touch was soft yet firm, leaving a tingling warmth in its wake.

A low hum of approval slipped from him as he began rubbing warmth back into your skin, his hands working with surprising tenderness. "You’re like ice, darling… You weren’t out in the rain for long, were you? That’s not good for you."

"Don’t worry about me, Tim. I’m not as fragile as you think, and I’m certainly not a child. I can take care of myself."

His gaze softened, affection flickering in his expression as he considered your words. His hands didn’t stop, fingers continuing slow circles against your skin. "Oh, I don’t doubt that, darling. I can see the strength you carry inside. But even someone strong can catch a cold."

A pause. His voice lowered a little. "I’m not saying you need protecting… I just can’t help but want to take care of you."

With so many thoughts clouding your mind, the only thing you managed was a sigh, followed by silence.

Mountain Tim kept up his gentle care, his fingertips still brushing over your skin, rubbing warmth back into your flesh. He leaned closer, his body heat pressing against you now, shielding you from the chill. His gaze was intense, watching you as your breath quickened, your body betraying a response you couldn’t hide.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"You’re blushing, sweetie. I guess that means you’re warming up?"

"Uh—" You were about to reply when the bartender appeared behind the counter.

"Sorry for being away. I was handling a delivery. Anything I can get for you folks?"

The interruption snapped you back to reality. That’s when you realized the rain had already passed; the sky was still heavy with clouds, puddles outside reflecting the evening light, but the downpour was gone. The bar didn’t feel as welcoming anymore.

You adjusted your still-damp hair as you pulled away from the cowboy. "I think I can make it home now without getting soaked again."

Mountain Tim followed your movement, his eyes never leaving you, but he didn’t stop you. He only gave a small, respectful smile. "Understood... I’ll always be around if you need me."

So, you gathered your things and left the establishment, bidding the cowboy goodbye.

And so it went. Days later, the familiarity returned.

You heard the horse’s hooves before you saw anything at all. You always did. The town was far too quiet for him to ever pass unnoticed. The morning breeze still carried the smell of the bakery down the street when he stopped in front of your porch. Hand on his hat, those blue eyes already fixed on you like there was nothing else in the world.

"Good morning, princess."

You crossed your arms, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “It’s already eleven, sheriff… your idea of ‘morning’ is a little generous.”

“For me, the day doesn’t truly begin until you show up.” He stroked Ghost Rider’s mane. “Figured I should stop by and make sure your smile’s still intact. The town gets prettier whenever you smile, you know that?”

You scoffed, though not in irritation. By now it was almost habit, his visits had become the liveliest part of your routine. And though you never said it, you waited for them. “Are you here on duty, or just to steal my time again?”

He dismounted, heading for your porch. The wooden planks creaked softly under his boots as he climbed the steps, his eyes still locked on yours. “Let’s just say… a lady with your beauty ought to have a daily patrol all her own. I’m just here to do my duty.”

“Hm… I thought your duty was catching outlaws,” you tease him with a mischievous smile.

"And yet… look where I always end up. I reckon you’re a thief of hearts.” Tim laid a hand over his chest, sighing, a touch dramatic.

You laughed at last, shaking your head. You knew he said those things too naturally for them to be mere jokes, but you also knew that, until now, he had never forced his way in or put you in an uncomfortable place. He was just there, like the sun rising every morning in the same spot, never demanding anything.

“Will you take a coffee? It’s fresh, unlike your pickup lines,” you asked with a restrained smile.

He chuckled low, that rough sound that always tied your stomach in pleasant knots. “If it’s made by you, princess, I’d drink it cold on my knees.”

You went inside to fetch it, and you could feel his gaze following you.

When you returned with two cups, Mountain Tim was seated on the wide wooden bench on the porch. As you approached, he shifted to the side, opening up space, inviting you to sit with him. You did, silently.

Tim took the cup in his large, steady hands. He drank, glanced at the horizon for a moment, then back at you.

But this time, he didn’t look away. “Have you ever thought about how certain things can bring us home… without us ever leaving?”

You furrowed your brows, laughing softly. “Was that a pickup line?”

“No. It was the most honest way I could say… that when I’m with you, I feel at home, even without ever having one.”

The cup stilled in your hand. The warmth of the coffee seemed to have moved into your chest instead.

He leaned in slightly, his gaze fixed on yours, and his voice came out lower. Slower. “I come here whenever I can because I can’t stay away. Because when you smile, the whole world lights up. And because, darling… if you ever let me love you for real, I swear no one else will ever make you feel like less than that.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. He didn’t say anything more either.

The space between you two closed on its own. His arm brushed yours. The scent of leather, grass, and earth invaded your space like something you didn’t ever want gone. His eyes fell to your lips. And then

His breath grazed yours.

One second. Two. The tension so thick you could hear your own heartbeat.

But he stopped.

Turned his face aside slowly, like a man respecting time. Like someone who regretted it… but cared for you even more.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, leaning back against the bench. “I just… almost lost my head.”

You didn’t reply. Just gripped the cup tighter. He didn’t seem regretful. Just… careful. Like a man holding a delicate flower, afraid to crush it without meaning to.

The silence between you carried more than words ever could.

Then he let out a soft sigh, as though his chest eased simply by being there, by your side. He adjusted his hat on his knee. The sunlight struck at an angle, gilding his hair, and for an instant you thought there truly wasn’t a man more handsome. Or more gentle.

He turned his face again, but not away. He looked at you once more, only now with a tenderness so calm it almost hurt in its beauty.

“I just wanted you to know… that I’m willing to wait. Be it a week, a month, or a whole lifetime. If it’s for you, princess, I’ll wait with a smile.”

And he smiled. That serene kind of smile that seemed to set everything right. Like even with his heart tight, he was grateful just to have made you feel something. Even if just a little.

You lowered your gaze, trying to hide your warm face. But he didn’t laugh, didn’t tease. He just sat there, by your side, like someone who understood.And in that moment, more than any kiss or touch, you knew: he wasn’t just in love with you. He was ready to truly love you.

The silence stretched until it was almost heavy. And still, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if each hurried beat of your heart was part of a melody only the two of you could hear.

You drew in a deep breath, mustering courage. Your hands trembled around the cup, and when you finally lifted your eyes, you found his—steady, patient. As if he had been waiting all along.

“Tim…” your voice came low, almost a whisper. You breathed again, swallowing the anxiety. “I know you never rushed me, that you always gave me my space. But… I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel anything. I wait for your visits every day. I wait to hear your voice, that way you look at me… and when you leave, it feels like part of me goes with you.”

He didn’t move. Just let out his breath slowly, like a man holding joy back from overflowing.

“What I’m trying to say is… I want this. I want you, Tim. Not a month from now, not someday. I want you now.” your voice came softer than you expected.

His eyes shone, but his body remained composed, calm as always. He leaned closer, his hat resting on his lap. His voice was warm, but controlled, each word like a gift he didn’t want to give in haste:

“So… can I kiss you now?”

You nodded, a nervous smile on your lips, your heart racing.

The world seemed to shrink just enough to fit on that porch. He brought his face closer, fingers brushing your cheek. And that was when you closed your eyes, leaning your head into Mountain Tim’s palm, feeling his breath graze your skin, before your lips finally met.

There was no rush, no hunger. Only the tenderness of a slow, steady kiss, without tongue. A light breeze passed through, stirring both your hair, as if it too wanted to be part of the moment.

When you parted, the blush was evident on both faces. You bit your lip, shy, but before you could shrink back, he spoke, sweet as always “You just gave me the greatest gift of my life, princess.”

And he smiled. A smile so serene, so full of warmth, it seemed capable of mending every part of you.

From that kiss on, Mountain Tim remained the patient, steady man he had always been. And you, little by little, discovered how sweet it was to lean on the certainty that he would always be there.

Days turned to weeks, his visits became an official routine, and every morning felt incomplete until you heard Ghost Rider’s hooves down the street. What had once been mere anticipation became habit, and habit… became a shared life.

Your courtship wasn’t built on grand gestures, but on the simple ones: coffee shared on the porch, soft laughter at dusk when he came off duty, the intertwining of hands that never faltered in holding yours.

Naturally, in time, came the proposal. Not rushed, not demanded. Just with the calm and steadiness that were his very essence. You said “yes” knowing that at his side, there would be no empty promises.

And eventually, the whole town came to call you husband and wife. And every look he cast your way, every smile saved only for you, proved that Mountain Tim had never lied: loving you truly was, indeed, his greatest duty.With time, you learned what it meant to live beside a man who, now and then, had to leave. In the beginning, your heart still tightened each time you saw Tim ready his horse and adjust his hat, prepared to fulfill duties far from town. You had once confessed, before marrying, that you didn’t know if you had the strength to share your life with someone who was away so often.

But Mountain Tim never let absence mean distance.

Your husband made sure to give you a quiet life, shouldering all the household expenses. On the days he was around, he brought you fresh flowers, not only because he liked seeing them brighten up the home, but because he loved even more seeing them in your hands, lighting up your smile.

And when work pulled him away for days, he always returned with little treasures: French perfumes, a fine piece of clothing you would never think to buy, delicate hair ornaments, or foreign foods he chose with utmost care. Each gift seemed to carry the silent message that, even far away, he thought of you at every moment.

Still, you didn’t live in his shadow. You had your own shop in town, a business you took pride in, which gave you not only independence but also a steady presence in the community. As the owner, you spent most of your time at home, tending to details and supervising from afar. And when the house felt too quiet, there was always comfort in knowing that, somewhere out there, Tim was thinking of you too.

On the previous morning, you had found an envelope carefully left on the counter of your shop by the mailman. The seal already gave away who it came from, but it was the firm, slightly rushed handwriting that made your heart skip a beat: Mountain Tim.

With trembling hands full of happiness, you opened the letter and let his voice come alive through the written lines.

“My princess,I hope this letter reaches you before I do, so you can feel my presence somehow, even from afar. The mission dragged on longer than expected. Some men were trying to stir things up here on the border, and I had to stay sharp, make sure the town remained safe. Nothing I couldn’t handle, but I’ll admit, these roads without you by my side feel longer than any chase.

I miss you in every detail of my day. I’ve been dreaming of your smile, and I’ll confess… sometimes I close my eyes and imagine you calling my name, just so I can fall asleep.

I’m coming back in the morning, so I believe I’ll be at your door by afternoon. I can’t wait to hold you tight, feel your warmth against me, and lose myself in the softness of your skin. You’re my rest, my home, my certainty that every effort is worth it.I’ll be there soon. Until then, keep a smile for me. I promise I’ll come running just to earn it.

I love you.”

It was 4:23 on a quiet afternoon. You were arranging silk ribbons on the table, choosing which ones you’d use to decorate new bows in your shop. The sweet scent of vanilla lingered in the air, coming from the soft cake fresh out of the oven, still releasing faint steam beside the porcelain vase holding the last bouquet Tim had given you before he left. The flowers, already beginning to lose their freshness, still insisted on keeping their color alive, as if sharing in your wait.

The click of the lock echoed through the house, breaking your thoughts and making your heart race faster. You immediately rose, a smile spreading across your lips as you walked toward the entrance.

“Tim!” your voice came out sweet, almost relieved, as you jumped into the sheriff’s arms.

He stepped in, carrying the dust of the road on his shoulders, but with the same gleam in his eyes that always melted you. A wide smile spread across his face when he saw you, and he shut the door behind him.

“I’m back, darling” he said, his voice low and dripping with tenderness. His arms wrapped around your waist, while in his hands he held a small bag that he offered to you with an almost shy gesture. “Brought you a little something.”

You accepted the gift, opening it carefully, like someone handling a treasure. Inside, a pair of delicate earrings shimmered, crafted in silver with tiny bluish stones that reflected the light in the room.

“They’re… beautiful.” You looked at him, touched, before raising your eyes to his. “You didn’t have to.”

He chuckled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “But I wanted to,” he murmured. “Every time I pass a shop window, I think about how it would be to see you wearing something that brings out your beauty even more.”

His thick, warm fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, before pulling you by the waist and sealing his lips with yours.

The kiss began with a nearly silent urgency, his mouth pressing against yours with a hunger built up over days of distance. No tongue at first, just the burning pressure of his lips trying to make up for lost time. Then slowly, he gave space, asking for passage, and you yielded.

His tongue met yours in a slow, wet rhythm that burned like an ember even without haste. Tim squeezed your waist, pulling you even closer, his ragged breath mingling with yours.

“I missed you so bad,” he murmured between sighs, as if confessing a painful secret.

The heat between you was palpable, but he didn’t rush. When he pulled back slightly, his eyes wandered across your face as if trying to memorize every detail anew. One hand rose to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your lips, swollen from the kiss.

“You must’ve waited for me just as much as I waited to come back to you…” he said, voice low, rough with emotion and desire.

You nodded with a sly smile, and he let out a quiet laugh too, as if he couldn’t quite believe his own luck.

“Let’s go to the bedroom…” Tim whispered, unhurried, brushing his mouth against the corner of yours. “I want to hold you properly.”

He laced his fingers with yours and began guiding you down the hallway. His steps were calm, but the way he squeezed your hand betrayed how his heart was racing inside his chest.

In the bedroom, you both sat at the edge of the bed. Tim still kept a firm hand on your waist, as if he didn’t want to let go for even a second, and the kiss returned with force. His lips moved against yours in soft, hungry bites, each one pulling a new sigh out of you. The light scrape of his beard grazed your skin deliciously while his hot breath mingled with yours.

His thick fingers began working at the clasps of your clothes, with that almost reverent gentleness only he had.But before he could go any further, you caught his wrists, pulling back a few inches, your heart racing. "Wait…" you whispered.

Confused, he obeyed. And then you brought your own hands to the hem of your dress, pulling it off slowly, revealing piece by piece of the daring lingerie you had hidden. The fabric clung to your skin, accentuating your curves, but it was the zebra print that immediately stole his attention.

For a moment, Mountain Tim went completely still. His eyes widened, and his mouth parted in a breath of disbelief.

"…No way."

"Way." You bit your lip, a mischievous giggle escaping. "Do you like it?"

He blinked a few times, as if still not believing what he was seeing. A blush spread across his face, contrasting with the lovesick, goofy smile only you could bring out of him.

"You look so damn fine." His voice came out hoarse, almost breaking, as if he was speaking too seriously for it to be just a compliment.

Approaching the fascinated man, you took the zebra hat off his head and placed it on your own. The gesture made him notice the perfect match between the accessory and your lingerie, and his eyes gleamed with surprise and desire.

He laughed, incredulous, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture.

"You’re not… messing with me, are you?" he asked, as if needing to make sure the vision was real.

A low hum of denial slipped from your throat as you gave him a playful spin.

"God, you’re insanely hot." The way he looked at you made it clear: he had never seen anything that stirred him up this much.

The world seemed to shrink until it fit only inside the bedroom. Mountain Tim grabbed you and laid you on your back. His weight pressed down on you, present but not crushing. The rope of Oh! Lonesome Me slid firmly around your wrists, tying them above your head with a careful knot, not too tight, not too loose.

The first kiss landed on your cheek, followed by another on your neck, hot and lingering. Each gentle bite, each mark he left on your collar sent a sting to your skin that burned only to make your body warmer.

The corset still shaped your waist and stomach, but it didn’t stop him. He pressed his mouth against the fabric, leaving slow kisses and nips there.

When he finally reached your thighs, he didn’t rush to tear the moment apart. He rubbed against the thin fabric of your panties, brushing over your clit and making sparks of pleasure spread through you. Then his teeth tugged gently at your most sensitive spot, pulling a sharp moan from you before he lifted his blue eyes, hungry but tender.

With a firm motion, he pushed the fabric aside and dragged his tongue across your wet heat, drowning himself in your nectar as if he were dying of thirst. The first gasp escaped you before you realized it, and the second came when he murmured against you

"Hmm… you taste so sweet." His lips latched onto your most sensitive spot, sucking with measured strength, pulling involuntary movements from your hips, as if your body itself sought more of him.

"Nng- I love you."

You said. Every moan, every shiver of yours was a confirmation of the bond you had built. It wasn’t submission, it was reciprocity: you surrendered to him the same way he always surrendered to you, in care, in devotion, in love.

Words came muffled by the vibration of his mouth against your sensitive skin. "I love you too, babe."

It was in that instant that his fingers slid inside you, two of them, strong and warm, filling you in perfect rhythm with his tongue. A trembling sigh slipped from your lips, your arms pulling in vain against the rope that held you down.

Your chest rose and fell erratically as his fingers slid deeper, starting a slow, deliberate thrust. Each movement was followed by the touch of his tongue on your most sensitive point, waves of pleasure coming one after the other, always stronger than the last.

The pace increased gradually, firm enough to drag louder moans out of you, but still sweet enough not to overwhelm.

"Ahh… T-Tim…" your voice broke under the weight of pleasure. "Mmhh… ohh- more!"

The sounds spilled from you shamelessly. Your hips chased more of him, and every time you pushed against his face, Tim let out a low moan in response, as if he too was lost in your taste.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, his hot breath against your soaked skin "I want you to cum in my mouth, darlin’… give me that."

"N-no… I-I can’t…" your voice came out trembling, your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure consuming you.

He returned to sucking slowly, his fingers picking up speed inside you with delicious precision.

"You can, princess." His voice, deep and pleading, vibrated against you. "Let me feel it… please."

"Ahh- T-Tim…" Your moans spilled like drunken music, tangled with incoherent words. You tugged at your bindings, frustration and ecstasy blending. "Nhh- I-I need…"

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down, didn’t let you escape the peak rising in waves through your body. And in that storm, you gasped, almost in tears of longing "I need you so hard, Tim… ahhn… please…"

The plea came raw with urgency, between desperate moans, as if nothing in the world could be enough except his body against yours.

And his eyes, still blazing blue between your legs, rose to you with the purest devotion.

Then he paused, panting. His broad chest rose and fell as if he had just run a marathon, and his skin glistened under the soft bedroom light, a thin layer of sweat sliding down his face.

Mountain Tim pulled back, kneeling on the bed, his eyes locked on you, as if he needed to memorize every detail of your tied-up, surrendered body, gasping.

With hands trembling from desire, Tim began undressing almost carelessly, hurriedly. His shirt flew to the corner of the room, soon followed by his pants. Giving you a nice view of his back, with well-worked abs, toned shoulders and biceps and a smooth chest, where there were some fine blond hairs.

Only the dark boxer remained, marked with a damp patch of pre-come spreading across the fabric. The bulge was so pronounced it seemed ready to jump out at any moment, asserting its presence and drawing a hungry sigh from you.

He ran one hand through his messy hair and smiled with that half-playful, half-predatory look only he could pull off.

"Have you heard that phrase?" his voice came hoarse, heavy with desire. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy…"

A curious giggle escaped your lips, still cut short by the thick air of excitement.

He leaned forward, getting closer, his hot breath brushing against your mouth. His smile grew a little wider. "Think you can do that with your hands tied, sweetie?"

You bit your lip, feeling your whole body ignite at the tease. "I can try…" you murmured, your voice low but firm enough to draw a look from him that seemed to set the air itself on fire.

Tim chuckled softly, a deep, shivery sound, before sliding his hand over your face, as if needing to feel your soft skin once more. "That’s all I needed to hear."

He leaned in to kiss your lips again, this time more hungry, while one of his hands slowly pulled down his boxer, freeing what you had been craving.

Now, Tim was leaning against the headboard, and you sat slowly on him, hands behind you. "Hah- f-fuck!" you murmurs, feeling yourself filled, digging your nails into those soft fleshy shoulders.

He gave you a slow, passionate kiss for long seconds, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance. He held the side of your head with one hand while the other caressed your ass.

"Ride" he commanded, forehead pressed to yours.

With your arms pinned, your only instinct was to move your hips and thighs, keeping eye contact. Tim decided to help, holding your ass on each side, coordinating and increasing the rhythm.

It was simply exquisite. Your head fell back in pleasure, and the blonde wasted no time attacking your neck with wet kisses.

You whimpered his name teasingly, making the pace pick up. Let’s be honest, he was doing more than you today—is this a pillow princess moment?

Murmurs escaped his throat. "Nhh… hah, just like that," indicating the cowboy’s mind losing control as he thrust against you.

"That’s- hah- that’s what you wanted, r-right?" you teased him, almost unable to speak.

"All these days…" He shifted you and laid you facing the bed, delivering a sharp smack to one of your thighs, leaving a soft sting that would fade in seconds.

"You have no idea how much I’ve missed this, darlin’. Love your rounded butt."

With only your face on the mattress and knees supporting you, you ground against the blonde.

"Hah! You little…" he exclaimed, gripping your waist before sliding his penis back inside.

You received him more easily now, rolling your eyes and burying your face in the mattress. "Ngh- Haah!"

Suddenly, your legs began to come together. Looking down, you saw Mountain Tim’s rope binding your thighs, tightening them.

Indeed, the sheriff was romantic, but the truth was he also loved seeing you tied up, surrendered.

He placed his hands on either side of your waist, moving his hips back and forth. You moaned into the mattress, feeling that thickness fill you, brushing against your walls, in and out, hitting your womb.

Mountain Tim was intense in bed. Although he feared hurting you with slaps or the rope’s grip, he completely lost himself when thrusting that beautiful cock into you.

You heard pants between teeth mixing with your teasing moans. Looking back, you saw your man with a clenched jaw, head tilted back, eyebrows furrowed. The sight of him losing himself in your pussy was enough to make you come.

Now louder moans escaped your throat, climax hitting you in a huge wave, every inch of your body on fire, and feeling Mountain Tim’s pelvis against yours simply destroyed you.

Following yours, a drawn-out moan echoed behind you. Mountain Tim pulled out quickly, and in milliseconds, warm liquid hit your lower back and spine, soaking the corset you were wearing, leaving pools on the fabric that transferred heat to your skin.

"Shit! Noo, sorry! I’m so sorry, darlin’." He looked concerned, apologizing for messing up your new corset, immediately undoing his stand knot that had tied you. "Please forgive me. You looked so beautiful… I got carried away and didn’t use a condom."

You got up, feeling the fluid slide over your skin. "Hey, it’s okay," you said, untying the corset at your back and setting it beside the rug on the floor. "It won’t stain. But if it does, we can just remember how excited you got seeing me wear it for the first time."

A sarcastic little smile appeared on your face, but Tim hadn’t even heard half of it, hypnotized by your breasts. Almost drooling, like a damn horny bastard.

"Is this a second round?" he asked, inspired, alternating glances between your eyes and them.

You laughed in disbelief. "You haven’t even recovered from the first one?"

"I’m already completely renewed by this heavenly view."

His hands traveled along your waist, sliding delicately to your bust, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, making you gasp. "Hah… Tim~"

He bit your shoulder and laid you back on the bed, now falling face-first onto your breasts. Your hands tangled in his hair, caressing the blonde strands, savoring the little time he gave before tying you up again.

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Holy fuck this is genuinely amazing writing

Had me going feral the whole time, giggling n kicking my feet

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The urge to write about JoJo characters but then I'm either procrastinating or worrying I'll fuck up the writing.

Man...

I'll figure it out eventually.

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Masterlist

Will be expanded on with each new fandom I've already written or plan to write. Gachiakuta is the only fandom I've written for so far, I plan to write JoJo's Bizarre Adventure as well (as it is my favorite anime of all time).

Take note, I primarily write for GN, AFAB and fat/chubby readers!! A lot of my writing is gonna be very self-indulgent in a way. Thank you for reading. 💙

Gachiakuta

Enjin

I like 'em chunky [NSFW]

Bro Santa

Bro Santa's NSFW alphabet

Ready for another addition? [NSFW]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Bucci Gang

Their Types [HEADCANONS + FLUFF]

How they are on Rollercoasters [SILLY]

Bruno Bucciarati

What a Man [FLUFF]

Leone Abbacchio

Late Nights [FLUFF]

Narancia Ghirga

I'll be there [FLUFF + PLATONIC]