୨୧ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 with the buccigang !
꒰ masterlist here. ꒱
𑣲 bruno bucciarati . . .
- he likes positions where you are most comfortable in and he can clearly see you, so most of the time you end up in a deep mating press, your knees bent all the way and pressed flush against your chest as he pounds into you.
- he's not extremely vocal in bed. the best you will get from him are quickened breaths and sometimes a moan or two as he cums.
- on the rare occasion you suggest to be on top, he will hold your breasts for you as you bounce on his cock, because he remembers you telling him that it hurts when you go too fast.
- very into belly bulges. he slides out and then in again in an agonizingly slow pace, two of his long fingers pressing down on your lower tummy, feeling his cock inside you.
𑣲 leone abbacchio . . .
- he sometimes uses the cuffs he has kept from his officer days to bind your hands to the bedframe. he's not opposed to putting on his police hat too if you ask him.
- he is often too lazy to eat you out, but when he does, he makes sure your legs keep shaking through it.
- likes slapping your pussy right after you orgasm just to overstimulate you, looking up at you from between your legs with a mean smirk.
- he closes his eyes and furrows his eyebrows while cumming, almost like he's in pain.
- he likes it when you scartch his back while he's ramming into you. he spends a while in the bathroom the next morning, just staring at all the pinkish scars and running his fingertips over the rough edges.
- he doesn't give a rat's ass if you shave or not. bald, trimmed, whole ass bush, pussy is still pussy, especially if it's yours we're talking about.
𑣲 guido mista . . .
- this man does not shave. he is a loud and proud happy trail owner. he would trim it down and keep it neat if you asked him to (but he knows that you like it).
- has a nasty ass mouth. he talks a lot during sex, whether it's dirty talking while a lazy smile rests on his lips, faux sympathy, or even just random rambling.
- he kinda gets turned on when he sees you angry. it could be about a completely irrelevant reason, but while you're angrily talking to him about what got you so mad, he just watches with his head proped up on his fist thinking about how he's gonna fuck it all out of you later.
- he's all in letting you top if you ask him. he likes it when you roughly throw him on the bed and climb on top of him.
𑣲 giorno giovanna . . .
- he makes all kinds of pretty noises. he also likes to chant your name when he's overstimulated or about to cum.
- he lets his hair down most of the time, almost like creating a curtain between the two of you and the rest of the world. if he wants to eat you out, he will tie it up.
- being the don is a very stressful job. sometimes he can't wait until you're both home and he'll bend you over his desk to take you right there.
- he's not into anything that requires you getting on your knees. even though he likes looming over you and feeling bigger, it should never be at your expense / 'humiliation', as he puts it. he just wants to be close to you.
𑣲 narancia ghirga . . .
- all he wants to do is please you. whenever you want it, wherever you want it, however you want it, he's down.
- he's loud as fuck every time. high-pitched moans, whimpering and tons pleads fall from his lips when you stroke his cock through his open zipper. he has even cried a couple of times.
- he's very shy the first few times you do it, and he still is, but as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm, he gets more bold, roughly thrusting his hips upward to meet yours and sqeezing your tits.
- he's very energetic and has a pretty high sex drive, so he wants to do it all the time. he's too embarrassed to ask you to do it though.
a/n: i really wanted to write fugo but tumblr hit me with the infamous 'there was an error autosaving your post' so i unfortunately had to scrap that part for the rest of them to survive. still don't know why this happens or how to fix it. please lmk 🥲
Helping Ceaser draw on his little pink triangles on his cheek and put his headband on for him (after a smooch on his forehead ofc)
Helping polneraff, kakyoin and jotaro do their hair (while in their lap possibly)
Stressing out while doing josuke's hair not wanting to mess it up but him trusting you anyways
Kira and fugo getting their tie tied and a little check kiss like kiras stand in wife in pt4
Helping Bruno with his little braid and hair clips
Putting on abbacchios lipstick for him (TESTING IF ITS SMUDGE PROOF)
Trying to help narancia put on his headband wrap thing (it seems like it's tied so weird and would be a nightmare to put on for me)
This is literally just copied from my notes app so I'm sorry if it's hard to understand. Just ask me questions if you need to I got post notifications on, a phone addiction and no shame so I'll probably answer fast
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Looking Good, Feeling Gorgeous - Multi Character x Reader
A/N - 🍒 Anon I am still very amused that you were actually not asking for all of them HAHAHAHA But I did all but Narancia because I couldn't think of ANYTHING for him and I feel so bad... Thank you so much for the request this was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I warned y'all about the word count hehehe...
Cuore Mio - My heart
Amore - Love
Vita Mia - My life
Tesoro - Treasure
Cara - Dear
The song used for Josuke is That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain
♡ Fluff ♡
Word Count - 11000 Yeah that is not a typo...
Warning - Non sexual intimacy, some suggestive language in a few of them.+ A bunch of kissing lmao.
Caesar -
The sun is gentle as it streams through the open curtains, warming your skin faintly as you wake with a content sigh on your lips.
Caesar’s arm tightens slightly around your waist when he feels the way you shift away while he sleeps, almost trying to keep you as close as possible even though he isn’t even conscious.
You don’t dare to attempt to move again from your comfortable spot by his side as he breathes faintly against your throat, knowing if you wake him up or he gets up with you not by his side he’ll get… Insanely pouty.
“Stop thinking cuore mio, it’s too loud.”
His low tired voice startles you slightly as his lips press against your skin, moving to leave a trail of faint kisses against the column of your throat.
“How did you even know I was awake…”
He doesn’t answer, laughing against your skin instead, pulling you closer to his body as his fingers thrum against your stomach rhythmically…
There’s no way.
“Caesar… Were you using Hamon in your sleep?”
“No… I would never…”
You laugh in disbelief as you turn your head to look at him, only for him to already be watching you with a lazy grin on his face, eyes dropping to your lips for a second before glancing back up with a light blush.
“You’re insane, Caesar.”
“You’re beautiful.”
He’s always so much flirtier in the morning when he wakes next to you, hands gentle as he traces light patterns on your skin with a sweet smile.
“Will you shower with me, amore?”
“Will you keep your hands to yourself this time?”
“Of course I will.”
He doesn’t.
He never does…
But the sweet look on his face when he pulls you closer to him under the cascading water makes you not mind so much, your hands nudging him back so you can try to grab the body wash.
“Love… I can’t get my stuff if you just pull me back in.”
“That’s unfortunate, you’ll just have to stay here with me forever then.”
His eyes are relaxed as he looks down at you, fingers brushing your ribs as he leans to kiss you lazily, a content hum in his throat when you lean into him more.
Maybe staying like this for a little while longer wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
When you do eventually make him pull away from you so you can wash your hair he pouts immediately, a small huff on his lips as he turns and lets you run your fingers though his hair, a complaint on his lips as your nails rake against his scalp.
“You wound me, amore… You won’t even let me look at you, what am I…”
It’s immediately cut off with a low whine when you pull his hair, a blush resting on his cheeks as he stops talking in embarrassment and lets you keep massaging the shampoo into his hair before kissing his shoulder and rinsing it out fully.
“You can look back at me now, you’re so dramatic, my love.”
He’s pouting slightly still when he looks back at you, not lasting long when a giddy smile pulls at his lips again just from seeing you.
A kiss pressed to your cheek as he turns the water off and helps you out with gentle hands before pulling you close to him again with a laugh when you try to pull away and reach for the towel before you get cold.
“Love… Do you really want Joseph to come looking for you?”
“Amore, if he even dares to come in here…”
He sighs anyways and lets you pull away, you both know what Joseph is like. His eyes watch you intently as you wrap the towel comfortably around you before you hand him one with a sweet smile and pulling him out of the room.
But him complying never lasts very long.
“Love… Please sit so I can dry your hair…”
“But you’re so warm, vita mia.”
His arms are wrapped around you as you stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, his chest resting against your back as he leans his head into your throat. Your fingers gently pull his hands from against your stomach so you can get him to sit down for you.
But you should have moved quicker when he finally sits, a huff falling from him as you push him into the seat carefully.
The grin on his face widening as he drags you down onto his lap with a little laugh when you glare playfully down at him, you can’t help the twitch of your lips as you sigh and relax against him.
“Will you help me today, tesoro?”
“You ask me that every day…”
“Would you like me to stop?”
He leans in softly to press his lips to yours with a gentle hum, leaning away as he pulls you closer and reaches over onto the dresser to grab his eyeliner.
“Don’t you dare… I like doing your makeup.”
He watches you settle against him lazily as you take the pencil from him, holding his face in your hand so he doesn’t move while you put it on.
But you know better.
He leans in immediately to kiss you the second you move closer before you pull away slightly with a knowing glare, a soft sigh on your lips when you kiss him quickly anyway, just once. Not that he doesn’t try to keep you pressed against him with a pitiful whine when you don’t let him kiss you again.
“Stop moving. Let me do these first…”
“I’ll try my best. You’re just too tempting, amore.”
You exhale lightly as you focus, making sure that his little triangles are straight as you lean back to check them with each other before fixing the one on the right with a faint hum.
“Okay… All done.”
“No, don’t move yet…”
“Caesar, we have training soon.”
He doesn’t let you move anyway with a groan in protest when you try to, leaning in to kiss you softly even though he knows your lipstick will transfer again.
When he pulls back you can see the light smirk on his now stained lips, waiting patiently with a sad look on his face. Rolling your eyes as you cup his jaw in your fingers and lean up slightly to kiss his forehead before pulling away, making him grin.
“You’re so dramatic.”
Polnareff -
You can’t help the grin pulling at your lips as you watch Polnareff brush his hair after his shower, pout evident on his face while he tries to detangle it before catching your eyes in the mirror.
“Mon amour… Are you laughing at me?!”
“No no no no! I wasn’t, I swear Jean!”
You giggle out little pleas as you try to get off the bed before he can catch you, standing quickly as he grabs your waist before you can bolt away from him. A dramatic gasp on his lips when he holds you still in front of him while he looks down at you.
“You were going to run from me!”
“You always tickle me…”
“I would never!”
His fingers are already against your ribs before he can even finish his sentence, watching you writhe trying to get out of his strong grip with desperate begs falling from you in between your giggling.
You’re at least thankful he never keeps it up for very long when he pulls you into his chest with a deep sigh, water from his hair dripping onto you.
“Pol… It’s cold.”
“You should have thought about that before you laughed at me…”
“You just looked so cute.”
A hum in his throat as he pulls away to look down at you accusingly before leaning to press his lips to yours when he decided you were telling the truth.
When he pulls away slightly you’re both grinning, the gentle glow of the sunrise licking at your now wet skin, he is not good at drying his hair.
At all…
“Come on, let me do it for you.”
Your fingers ghost across his as you take his hand and pull him back over to his dresser, making him sit with a sweet smile when he looks up at you like you’re a deity.
“I love you…”
“For doing your hair for you?”
“No! Well I suppose yes that too… But no!”
“I love you too Pol.”
His sigh is almost a huff as he relaxes back into the too small wooden seat, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you onto his lap making the chair creak loudly under both of you. This was not made for two people…
“You should have joined me in the shower this morning… But no… Instead you abandoned me in bed and went to shower by yourself.”
You knew it was a terrible idea…
“Jean, you wouldn’t get up and I felt gross.”
“What am I supposed to do when the person I love doesn’t even love me back… There is nothing that could fix my broken heart… Maybe a kiss could tempt me to forgive you.”
“You’re so dramatic in the morning.”
“How dare you! I’m dramatic all the time!”
You laugh as you lean and kiss him softly, grabbing the brush from the dresser as he groans pathetically into your mouth before you pull away.
“Forgive me yet?”
“Another… Please…”
His eyes are wide and pleading as he tries to pull you back down to kiss him again, almost a whine from him when you stop just before pressing your lips to his.
“We have to meet up with the group soon, Jean.”
“Just one more?”
You can never say no to him like this, sweet begs for you to kiss him just once more… It’s never just one, but you do it all the same.
His arm wraps around your waist as you press your lips back to his, his other hand immediately keeping your head still so you can't pull away from him for a few seconds as you laugh softly into his mouth.
When he finally lets you go he looks ecstatic, a sweet grin on his face as you finally get to run the brush through his hair.
He hates using a hair dryer, says it “burns his precious hair.” But you’re always careful, relaxing into him as you turn it on the coolest setting, brush keeping it nice and straight as you hum lightly until it's fully smooth and dry between your fingers.
“Can I style it for you, my love?”
“I’d let you do anything you wanted to me…”
“Jean…”
Your amused giggle makes him grin more, fingers entwining into yours as you lean to grab the hair gel he uses, running your fingers through his hair with some on as you try to style it with one hand. Try.
“Can I move my hand without you getting pouty my love?”
“No…”
You wiggle your hand out of his anyway to do his hair, watching as he looks away from you dramatically, chin raised in defiance even when you can see him glance at you every few seconds.
His pout slips from him when you claw your nails lightly against his scalp before styling his hair fully and leaning closer to wait for him to turn and kiss you.
“You don’t love me, Jean?”
“You let go of my hand.”
You curl your hands back into his when he finally looks back at you with sad eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.
“I promise I’ll never let go again.”
Kakyoin -
The soft knock on your hotel door wakes you with a panicked jump, not expecting to be woken so early in the morning, the sun not peeking over the horizon yet as you sit up with a shuddering huff.
The floor is cold as you step onto it with bare feet, quickly padding to the door and opening it with a small yawn into the back of your hand.
“I’m sorry… Did I wake you?”
“Hey Nori, what time is it even?”
He looks guilty as he takes in how exhausted you look, debating just going back to his shared room and leave you to sleep more. Even after he woke you up.
“Uh around 5…”
“Can’t sleep?”
Your voice is still laced with exhaustion as you try to focus on him more, he looks just as tired as you but you can tell there’s something else wrong.
“I had another nightmare. I didn’t even think before coming here. I just… I had to see you.”
“Come in, Nori.”
He hesitates in the doorway when you move, guilt still curling into him for disturbing you over something so stupid, quickly slipping in when you tilt your head and motion him to enter.
Your hand entwining with his as he passes, closing the door with a soft click and pulling him over to the small bed so can get in beside you.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He immediately shakes his head as if he can’t stomach the thought of even remembering it, sitting down on the edge of the bed when you lay down with an understanding hum.
His hand raises to rub lightly at his tired eyes as you poke his arm to get his attention, patting the spot by your side when he looks down at you.
There’s a sweet smile on his lips when he lays down and curls into the covers facing you, a sigh into your skin as he relaxes and wraps his arm around you.
“Thank you for this… I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Nori. It’s okay, I want you to come find me when you need me okay? Awake or not.”
His content hum tickles your throat as he nuzzles further into you, another thanks whispered into your skin as sleep claws at him, unable to stay awake when he’s so comfortable in your presence.
Your fingers are gentle in his hair as you ease him lightly into sleep, tiredness pulling at you but wanting to make sure he’s okay before you let it take you again.
You groan when you wake to hear the incessant knock as Polnareff shouts through the door with an audible grin.
“Wake up you two! Breakfast is in two hours and I’m hungry so hurry up!”
“Why does he think if we get up faster that we get food quicker?”
Kakyoin’s voice is a soft tired whisper into your throat as he wakes with you, an amused laugh on your lips as he complains lightly and pulls you closer into him.
“And he acts like he doesn't always take the longest to get ready anyway.”
His hum in agreement is almost sassy when he leans back to look at you, eyes lidded as he watches you with a grin pulling at his lips.
“Don’t look at me like that… I know I look…”
“Perfect,”
Your cheeks flush under his admiring gaze as you try to cover your face, only for him to grab your wrist with a soft kiss to your hand and a laugh when you get more flustered.
“Can you help me with my hair? I don’t want to go back to my room yet…”
“We have to get up for that.”
“Good point.”
You lean in softly to kiss his cheek as you sigh and get up anyway, his hand slipping from your back as you stand and stretch with a little groan.
He watches you the entire time with a fond look, gentle smile on his lips as he debates getting up or just admiring you for longer, your eyes widening slightly as you turn and see him staring so intently.
“If you don’t get up, Polnareff will kill us both.”
“Also a good point.”
He looks so sleepy when he sits on the comfortable chair by the dresser, eyes tired as they follow you while you find your hair spray, snapping from his daze when you come to stand in front of him.
And he definitely looks like he’s up to something…
His mischievous smirk widening when you try to step away before he grabs you... Too slow.
His hand wrapping tenderly around your wrist as he pulls you on his lap with a chuckle when your eyes widen in shock.
“Nori! You could have just asked.”
“Sorry…”
He looks sheepish when he looks away from you, a soft twitch of his lips when you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth lightly before pulling away and grabbing the brush, running it through his hair carefully with a hum at how soft it is even after he’s been sleeping.
“You’re so pretty.”
His face flushes at your praise, feeling you split his hair into sections as you style it for him with a laugh when he can’t meet your eyes.
“You… I’m not…”
“Hmm. Yes you are.”
Your fingers move from his hair to his jaw as you make him look back at you with a sweet smile on your lips, watching his blush deepen with a complaining groan as you make him more embarrassed.
“The prettiest. I mean it Nori. You’re so perfect.”
His hand immediately moves from your waist to cover your eyes so you can’t see him, an amused giggle pulled from you at his dramatic fluster.
“Stop it…”
“I can’t do your hair if you blind me.”
“Stop saying I'm pretty…”
“Is cute better, my love?”
Jotaro -
“You’re staring.”
“Am I not allowed to admire my boyfriend?”
“No.”
It took you a long time to even tell if it was annoyance or embarrassment that makes his tone so gruff and snappy.
But like this it’s easier to tell, his hat on the dresser as he lays in bed with his head resting on his hand as you get ready for the day after your shower, his eyes following your every movement as you dry your hair.
His blush is faint but painfully obvious in the soft sunlight as it illuminates the room, it’s not as early as you’d like it to be but at least you don’t have to leave just yet.
Your gaze staying on his face in the mirror as he admires you, the tired look on his face replacing the usual annoyance that he wears.
“Did you know there’s a shark that can live to over 500 years old?”
“Really? Will you tell me more?”
“It’s slow as shit. But it’s also poisonous so it doesn’t have any predators.”
He’s much more talkative in the mornings, little facts slipping from him about things he’s been reading about whenever he gets time to. It’s usually sea life… Not that you mind.
“Wait how slow?”
“You getting ready is faster.”
“I am not that slow! You’re not even out of bed anyway.”
“Because you’re so slow. I could shower and you still won’t be done.”
The soft teasing is almost loving with the way he’s still staring at you with adoration in his eyes, watching you pout as you turn back to the mirror and continue drying your hair as he drags himself out of bed and to your side.
“I’m just kidding, take your time. I’m going to shower and if you’re done by the time I get out, I'll be pissed.”
He leans down to press his lips against your temple with a gentle threat before he rubs your shoulder and steps away to head to the bathroom.
“Ohh... I’m so scared…”
He can't bite back the grin as he moves from you, an annoyed mutter that you already know is “good grief.” even if you don’t hear it as the door clicks shut behind him and the sound of the water fills the small hotel room.
Damn.
Maybe you are slow…
You still aren’t done when he steps out of the bathroom, slipping his shirt over his head with a huff when it sits too tight against his skin.
“Good.”
“That shark actually might be faster than me… I can’t get my make up right.”
“You look fine.”
You exhale softly as you meet his eyes in the mirror, he might not be good with words but his eyes tell you everything he refuses to say.
He debates for a second to just get his hat and not bother to fix how fucked up his hair looks before sighing and stepping up behind you as if you can read his mind for what he wants you to do.
“You know you’re a little ominous just standing behind me and glaring at me Jo…”
He still doesn’t answer you as his fingers curl lightly into your hair, enjoying the feeling of how soft it is without messing it up and leaning to kiss your temple again.
“Will you do my hair? …Please.”
The please is absolutely an afterthought when he hesitates, almost shy as he asks you for help even though you’ve been dating long enough you’d think he wouldn’t be so embarrassed.
But you sure as hell are not passing up the chance when he asks you so nicely. For him anyway, standing immediately and getting him to sit in the comfortable chair.
“How did you manage to get it tangled without even brushing it?”
“Just fix it.”
“Of course I’ll fix it for you, thank you for asking so sweetly. My loving boyfriend.”
“Please... Fix it.”
You hum softly as you grab the hairdryer from the dresser and hesitate for a second, a little grin pulling at your lips as you climb on his lap and settle comfortably against him, even as he glares down at you.
“Good grief.”
“Would you like me to move?”
He doesn’t answer you but his hands immediately hold you in place, fingers gentle against your sides as his thumbs rub faint shapes into your skin. His eyes look down at his lap before looking to the side away from the mirror as his cheeks flame under your soft teasing.
“Aww my love. You’re blushing.”
“No I'm not.”
You can’t help but tease more as you turn his head to force him to look into the mirror, his blush deepening when you coo in his ear lightly.
“Still not blushing?”
“I will push you off.”
You don’t goad him further as you let go of his jaw and kiss his forehead with a light hum before flicking on the hair dryer and running your hands through his hair as you dry it.
He looks so relaxed like this, deep breathing as his eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feel of your fingers against his scalp.
“You’re so cute…”
He opens his eyes to lazily glare at you but he can’t even look intimidating as your nails run against his skin, eyes shutting again with a low hum in his throat as you turn off the small drier and put it back on top of the wood.
“Can I style it for you as well?”
“I suppose…”
“I’m going to bite you, Jotaro.”
“I’ll bite you harder.”
That shark is real btw, they're called Greenland sharks. They're almost fully blind and move less than 1mph and have a lifespan of 270-520 ish.
Josuke -
You should have known.
“No… Babe, don’t leave! You’re so warm… I’ll freeze!”
His voice is desperate in your ear before his arm pulls you even closer to his chest, begging pleas into your hair making it almost impossible to bite back your laugh.
He’s so dramatic in the morning… But if you laugh you know it’ll only be worse.
“Josuke… I need to shower, it’s too hot.”
“But I thought you loved me…”
A gentle sigh falls from your lips at how devastated he sounds, for a second you think he’s being serious until he giggles but you still stop trying to wiggle out of his grasp anyway, he isn’t subtle, you can feel the smile on his face when he moves to press his head back into your shoulder.
“Don’t you have plans today Jo?”
“They can wait, they’ll understand… This is important.”
“No… This is kidnapping.”
The heat is uncomfortable against your skin already when you feel his warm breath against the back of your neck, he’s such an asshole but you can’t help but find it incredibly endearing that he wants to be around you so much.
Even if it’s at the cost of both of your comfort.
“Josuke, 5 minutes. I mean it, how are you so warm?”
“I guess I'm just too hot for you…”
“Are you saying I’m not hot…?”
He can feel his smile fall immediately as he pulls away from you, staring at the back of your head as you try to stay quiet.
His fingers immediately poke your sides to get you to look at him as you bite your lip not to laugh, your body trembling slightly as you silently giggle.
“Babe? Wait... Are you crying? No no no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean you weren’t hot… You’re so hot, please! You believe me, right?”
He practically climbs over you as he falls off the bed with a loud thud that makes you cackle, unable to stop the laughter as you look at his panicked face staring up at you from the floor, breathy giggles shaking your body as your eyes fill with tears.
“Jo… I wasn’t crying… I’m sorry… How did you fall out of bed?!”
“You tricked me…”
“You tricked yourself, Josuke.”
Well… At least he was out of bed, but the look on his face doesn't exactly make you feel safe as he rises to his feet with a mischievous grin.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing! Can’t I admire you?”
“Not when you look like you’re going to kill me…” His hand flies to his chest in mock hurt as he leans down and kisses your head with a laugh.
“Go shower so we can go meet up with Okuyasu.”
“This is still kidnapping, I wasn’t even invited…”
He holds his hand out to help you out of bed like it’s a carriage and he’s your servant, bowing slightly when you take it and slip out of the warm covers to step past him.
“We’re a package deal Y/N, they know this by now!”
He does have a good point, you usually are with him all of the time even if you aren’t invited, it’s a good thing his friends like you so much… Maybe even more than they like Josuke.
The second you step into the shower and turn your music on you can hear him singing. Loudly.
Terribly...
To Shania Twain.
“Babe! Can I open the door? I want to listen too!”
He doesn’t even let you answer as the door clicks open with a loud gremlin like giggle as he returns back to do his hair, continuing to sing at the top of his lungs.
You’re glad his mom isn’t home this morning with how… Extravagant, it is.
You can already tell he’s dancing in the room even though you can’t see him, cool water instantly making you feel better from the hot early morning sunlight.
“And all that extra hold gel in your hair outta lock it! Wait…”
You laugh immediately as he pauses, hand hesitating before he touches the gel on his dresser as he realises the words he’s singing.
“‘Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.”
You finish the rest before you grab your towel and wrap it around yourself as you close the door slightly, placing the cd player by the opening for him as you get dry and dressed, it's almost concerning how quiet Josuke suddenly is.
You step into the room while you keep humming lightly before freezing, eyebrows furrowing as you stare down at your boyfriend.
“Jo… Are you okay?”
It’s almost a laugh as he lays on his back on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling with wide horrified eyes as they meet yours with a scared whisper, his long hair fanning around him on the plush rug.
“...You’re impressed by me right?”
“Of course I am…?”
“More than Brad Pitt?”
You choke on your laugh as you drop to your knees beside him, fingers playing with his still un-styled hair as stares up at you with sad eyes.
“More than Brad Pitt. He doesn’t impress me much...”
“Ok… Ok. Cool, so I still have a chance right? Even if I don't have a car? Or that I'm not a rocket scientist?”
“Josuke, we’re dating…”
“Oh...”
You can’t help the small giggle as you nudge him to get up while you turn the chair for him to sit in, eyes soft as he leans to kiss your cheek with a blush when he gets up with an audible groan.
“Did you really forget you’re my boyfriend?”
“I guess that I got caught up about Brad Pitt… Can you maybe do my hair? You know... Make me feel better... About Brad...”
“...Are you sure?”
You choose to ignore how hung up he is over Brad Pitt as if he isn't in his mid 30's...
His fingers push the tub of gel into your hand with a grin, nodding when you hesitate before you pick it up and he settles back into the chair with a giddy look on his face.
He doesn’t realise how close you have to be to do his hair, immediately looking away when you lean towards him slightly, fingers curling into his hair as you section it before kissing his forehead.
“What was that for?”
“You just look so cute, it’s that or I bite you…”
His cheeks flame as he questions you with a little ‘Oh’ on his lips before looking away again when your fingers claw lightly at his scalp, making sure it's all in place before you even look at the hair spray.
You have a soft pout on your face when he glances back up at you, your eyes staring at his hair like you’ve destroyed it beyond repair.
“How bad is it, doc?”
“I don’t think it’s that bad it’s just not… Good?”
Your fingers catch his jaw before he can turn to the mirror, a small terrified look on your face as you kiss his cheek again.
“Don’t hate me… I tried.”
When you let go he can’t help the giggling that falls from him, staring at his hair in his reflection with a grin on his face as he looks back at you with adoration.
“It's still better than Brad Pitt... It's not like he's Elvis or something.”
Kira -
Your fingers are gentle while you run them through Kira’s hair, admiring him as he sleeps peacefully by your side, sunlight shining through the fabric of the curtains.
You’re glad he gets to go into work later than he usually does today, a smile pulling at your face as you snuggle further into him with a content hum.
His strong arm curled around your waist comfortably as you press your face back into his throat, fighting the urge to bite him because of how cute he looks sleeping. Almost fight back the urge.
The second your teeth graze his skin faintly, he laughs making you jump in shock, eyes wide as you pull away as his eyes flutter open with a lazy smile on his lips.
“Relax, darling. You didn’t wake me, I was just enjoying the moment. Before you bit me.”
“Sorry… You just looked so cute.”
An amused hum in his throat as he pulls you closer with a light sigh, head resting on top of yours as you relax fully into him.
“Bathe with me this morning?”
“That means getting up Yoshi…”
He coos playfully in your ear when you pout against his neck, soft fingers running against your spine as he traces shapes against your skin.
“I know, darling. But I have to head to work in a few hours.”
“Okay… I’ll go run the bath, would you like some tea?”
You feel him tense his muscles slightly in a stretch as he moves away from you to lean and kiss your temple, a hum in his throat when he fully pulls away.
“I’ll make it, use some of those bath salts you like, hmm?”
You don’t often get him as loving as you do in the mornings, usually not a fan of so much affection, but waking up in your arms every morning makes him enjoy it just a little more each time.
The water is warm under your fingers as you check the temperature when he comes in behind you, leaning to kiss your cheek before placing your tea on the side of the bath.
“Sleep well?”
Your hum is soft when he wraps his arm back around your waist, relaxing against you as the bath fills, his head resting on your shoulder with a tired smile.
He never thought himself to be someone who could ever fall in love, he never cared to try. Nor to want to have a partner, but you slid into his life chaotically. Unpredictable.
And he wouldn’t change that for the world.
“I did thank you, my love. Did you?”
“I always do by your side, Y/N.”
His fingers are gentle against your skin as he helps you into the bath, a relaxed sigh in your ear when he settles behind you, it’s always slightly cramped but not uncomfortably. Just close.
You know he struggles with affection after so long believing it isn’t something he ever wanted or needed, but you can see how much he’s trying when he holds you against him as he runs his fingers against your stomach.
“There’s a cute little restaurant that just opened nearby, can we go when you’re done with work?”
“Of course, darling.”
You can hear the tiredness in his voice as he rests his head against your shoulder with a light hum, relaxing against you as you lean into him. It’s disgustingly domestic when he’s like this, having him so content compared to the composed businessman everyone else gets to see.
Most of the time...
The sound of his phone ringing snaps you both out of your relaxation violently, a sigh on his lips as he reaches to grab it with an apologetic glance at you when he sees the caller ID.
“Yoshikage speaking… Yes… No, I’m supposed to be… Right. Understaffed… Of course, I’ll be there soon.... Goodbye.”
The second the call ends he huffs, letting his head fall back to your shoulder with a muffled apology into your skin as your fingers curl into his hair and massage his scalp lightly.
“It’s okay, my love… It isn’t your fault. Drink your tea, I'll make you breakfast okay?”
“Thank you… I love you.”
His fingers trace lightly against your leg as you stand and step out of the bath, leaning to kiss him quickly before grabbing your towel and heading back to your room to get dressed.
Humming a song softly as you slip into your dressing gown and head downstairs to make him something to eat before he leaves, settling for some pancakes and eggs.
You don’t even notice him come into the kitchen, soft steps muffled on the cold tile as he accidentally sneaks up on you, a tiny smirk on his lips as he slips his arms around you quickly once you move away from the stove so you don't hurt yourself.
“Surprise.”
“Kira! How are you so quiet?!”
A gentle rare laugh on his lips as you jump hard in his arms, his head resting back against you as he looks down at the hob in front of you.
“Sorry, darling… I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’ll forgive you… If you let me tie your tie for you.”
“I was going to let you anyway.”
His fingers squeeze your waist slightly before he pulls away to let you turn, a sweet grin on your lips that makes his breathing hitch in his throat.
The tie is soft in your hands as you take it from him, slipping it around his shoulders as you lean up to kiss him lightly and making him sigh as he pulls you closer.
His eyes are tender when you pull away with a kind smile, fingers straightening the fabric before you tie it for him carefully, tightening it as you fix the collar over it.
“Thank you, darling.”
You hum lightly as you lean up and press your lips to his cheek before blushing and rubbing off the lipstick mark you leave behind with a pout.
“Always, my love.”
Fugo -
“Did you know that sea pickles can grow up to 60 feet long?”
Fugo’s voice is laced with sleep as he reads next to you, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his relaxed heartbeat and soft breathing.
He sounds excited even though he’s barely awake, reading the new book you just bought him for his birthday, it isn’t even about sea life, just animal biology in general. You sound exhausted when you whisper back a horrified question, not bothering to move from your spot half on top of him.
“Fugo… My love. What the fuck is a sea pickle?”
“I actually have no idea…”
You hear the page turn as he reads quickly, trying to find the answer to your question as you hum and curl your fingers more into his shirt as you close your eyes again.
The vibrations of his voice tickling your skin as he starts reading aloud the part about pickles, sounding both confused and interested all at once.
“Wait… So they aren’t even pickles?”
“They aren’t even pickles…”
Your disappointment is immediate as you huff out a faint grumble about pickles and hide your face into his shirt.
“Why are they even called pickles then, no pickle I've ever seen is 60 feet long…”
You can hear the grin on his face without even looking up, his fingers running through your hair as if trying to console you. About pickles.
“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
“Fugo, have you seen a 60 foot long pickle?”
“Who hasn’t.”
You can’t help the soft laugh against him as he turns the page, a little amused exhale from him as you groan against his chest.
“Are they at least green?”
“Do you want me to lie to you?”
“No…”
It’s barely a word as you groan dramatically into him before moving your head to look up at him, he looks so relaxed as he lays on your bed, book still in his hand as his tired eyes meet yours.
“They aren’t green, and it’s an animal. Well, animals.”
“What?”
“Animals, look…”
He angles the book so you can see what it looks like, a breathy chuckle falling from him when your face flickers into disgust, staring down at the slimy tube full of microscopic animals.
“That is not a pickle?”
“Are you asking me if it isn’t a pickle?”
Your playful glare gets another tired laugh out of him as he pulls you back down to lay next to him, reading out loud again when you settle back into him.
“Stupid sea pickles.”
“You don’t want me to talk about sea cucumbers then?”
You blink in surprise when he wiggles out from next to you and stands, placing the book onto the bed with a faint smile on his lips. He looks so sweet like this, no stress or responsibility, just getting to enjoy a lazy morning together.
“I’m going to shower, let’s go out today? The weather is nice…”
There’s a soft pink blush on his cheeks when he asks you, like he’s flustered about the thought of going on a cute date with you.
He is, you already know he is.
“Can we go to the bakery? I’ll get you some cake!”
“That’s a bribe, and it’s against the law… I might have to turn you over to the authorities for that.”
“What if I offer you a kiss? To overlook my crimes…”
He leans over the bed with a playful grin, lips barely brushing yours with his hand cupping your jaw to keep you from moving as he watches you.
“You’re going to jail for attempting to bribe me again.”
“That’s not how…”
He closes the distance before you can finish, a soft squeak leaving you when your lips meet, it’s sweet as he traces his thumb against your cheek before pulling away, blushing a deep red as he looks away.
“You’re so cute, Fugo.”
“I’m going to shower… Then I’ll take you to the bakery.”
You grin at his retreating figure as he slips into the bathroom with a small flustered laugh, closing the door behind him before you flop down on the bed, your smile not leaving as you lay there in a daze.
He’s so sweet to you, especially when no one else is around, his warm playfulness leaving you giddy every time.
You turn to the window as soon as you hear the water shut off, a tiny smile pulling at your lips at the excitement of him coming back. God you’re so in love it almost hurts…
“You just waited here?”
He seems a little shocked to see you sitting staring out over the city, suddenly self conscious even though you aren’t looking at him, fingers securing the towel around his waist in a light panic.
“I can leave if you want me to, I won’t peek. I promise.”
“I know you won’t… You can stay...”
His voice is still a little nervous even though he trusts you, it isn’t the first time he’s changed in front of you but it still makes him embarrassed each time. You never look, but his cheeks flame nonetheless.
“Can I tie your tie for you?”
“Do you even know how?”
He regrets not changing the wording immediately when he can practically feel your pout before you even say anything, the teasing words already on your lips before he cuts you off.
“I didn’t mean it like that… You aren’t stupid, I just meant…”
“I wasn’t going to say I was… Oh my god. Do you think I’m stupid, Fugo?”
“I just…”
You hear the deep breath as he stops getting ready, annoyance curling into him before he relaxes again, he knows you’re just teasing him.
A careful grounding breath out before he speaks again.
“I just meant, do you know how to? If not I can teach you. If you’d like…”
“Sorry Fugo, you’re too cute not to tease. Will you teach me?”
He doesn’t tell you to turn around like usual, just steps in front of you with a soft blush on his face as he hands you his tie, nervously swallowing when you stand and step towards him.
“Tell me?”
You slip the fabric around the back of his neck as he refuses to meet your eyes, blush deepening when your fingers brush against his collarbone.
“Okay… This bit here, pull it over the top and then back underneath.”
“Like this?”
“Y/N. Stop it…”
You drop the soft whisper as you laugh at his embarrassment, watching him take a deep breath to try to calm his rapid heartbeat.
“Back over the top. Yeah, just like that… Don’t say it. I know, I heard it…”
“What next, Fugo?”
It’s a gentle question as you try not to laugh when he stares down at your hands before glancing up into your eyes and looking away immediately in surprise, not expecting you to already be watching him.
“Take this bit and pull it through here, and then back down through this part…. Perfect!”
You lean forward to kiss his burning cheek while he looks out of the window and refuses to meet your loving gaze, pulling the tie up to rest more against his skin before leaning back to inspect it.
“That wasn’t too hard… I forgot it all though.”
“That’s okay… I’ll teach you again tomorrow.”
Bruno -
He always wakes before you, tender fingers curling against the material of your shirt as he snuggles closer to you in the early morning sun, he doesn’t mind as much anymore that his body wakes him so early in the day, getting to rest by your side until you wake with him.
Your breathing is soft and rhythmic against his throat as you sleep peacefully, a faint huff on his lips when he realises he has another mission today and can’t even stay by your side.
Careful hands resting against your back as he holds you, thumbs rubbing lightly into your warm skin under the sunlight.
“I love you, I know I tell you everyday but I hope you never forget it…”
It’s barely audible in your ear as he kisses your temple, soft adoration whispered into your skin as if your soul will remember every word he speaks to you in the morning before you wake.
“Do you always tell me you love me when I'm sleeping?”
“I do… Did I wake you?”
His voice is apologetic without even needing to pull back and look at him, brows furrowing as he leans into you with a faint hum in his throat when your fingers curl into his hair.
“You didn’t, I promise.”
“Would you tell me if I did?”
Your laugh into his skin tells him the answer before you ever open your mouth, but you can feel his smile against your forehead as he presses another soft kiss to your temple.
His hands keep you close to him for a few more seconds as he leans back and looks down at you with a lazy grin, eyes lidded as he wakes up slowly.
“When do you have to leave today?”
“10AM… But you know how long it takes Mista to get ready, I can stay for a little longer with you… If you’ll have me?”
“If I ever say no to that. It isn’t me.”
His laugh is tired and low as he cups your jaw, lips pressing softly against your forehead before he sighs and moves to slip out of the bed, earning a complaint from you as you grab at his side with a huff.
A loving smile on his face as he leans to kiss you properly this time, lips soft against yours as you hum into him before he pulls away with a light brush of his thumb against you.
“Stay here amore, I'll make us something to eat.”
“Bruno. My love… Let me help?”
How could he ever say no with how sweet you’re looking up at him, his hand slipping into yours as he helps you up, eyes adoring as you slip your arms around his waist and hold him close to you.
“You’re so beautiful… Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me, love?”
Your eyes meet his with a faint furrow of your brows, question on your lips as he glances away in embarrassment, hoping that you would just overlook his accidental breathy thanks.
“I… I just meant that I’m thankful that I have you… Truly, amore.”
“You’re so cute when you get shy Bruno… I love you. I’m grateful I have you too…”
The light pink deepens faintly, evident in the golden light from the window as you coo and drag him down to kiss him with a small giggle when he groans against you before you pull him towards the door.
He looks a mess when you both slip into the hallway, oversized pyjamas making him look a lot smaller than he is, eyes tired and hair mussed as he follows beside you with a playful grin on his lips.
He rarely gets to be like this, always so composed and calm as he keeps his team safe in missions. He looks sweet and relaxed.
Perfect.
“You’re staring at me, amore…”
“Sorry… I just love you so much.”
He’s taken aback by your reverent confession as you turn fully when you reach the kitchen, your eyes watching him as he steps into your space to tuck your hair behind your ear and kiss your head lightly as he moves to the stove with a tilt of his head.
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think this far ahead.”
“Oh! How about I finally teach you how to make French toast?”
“I think I'd like that…”
His eyes are intense as he watches your hands like he could embed what you’re doing into his mind so he won’t forget, his hand resting on your waist when your eyes glance back to him before he looks back up with soft furrowing brows when you place the bread into the pan.
“Got it?”
“I um… Could you show me again?”
You laugh softly at his embarrassment before flipping the one in the pan and showing him again with a sweet smile before nudging the bowl to him when he nods.
Hands taking over what you were doing like he’s done it a thousand times before, it’s almost rude the way he seems so good at everything he does…
Until he drops the bread on the floor, horror on his face as he looks at you ashamed at his mistake, your hand covering your mouth as you hold onto the counter and try to muffle your laughter to not wake anyone up.
“It was a lot slimier than I expected it to be…”
Your laughter becomes silent painful giggles as you press your hand to your stomach, tears falling down your face as you watch him blush and look down at the pile of mush on the floor with a light giggle, soon slipping into full laughter as you try not to look at each other and make it worse.
“What the fuck are you both doing?”
You both jump mid cackling and whip around to see Abbacchio watching with tired eyes, a tiny smile pulling at his lips as he takes in how domestic you look together.
“I dropped it…”
A roll of his eyes as he turns and leaves the room when Bruno laughs out choked words before snorting and laughing harder when you start giggling again.
“You’re both so weird… Clean it up when you’re done.”
You lean on Bruno’s shoulder as you both calm down, his eyes loving as you plate the slightly burnt food and giggling again when you lean to clean up the mush.
“I’m… Sorry I made a mess.”
“Bruno, I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever laughed… That was cute, don’t apologise.”
His fingers entwine in yours as he grabs the plate and pulls you back to the stairs with a tiny amused huff.
He looks almost pouty as he watches you style your hair after eating, eyes following your every move when you stand to grab your makeup off the dresser and hesitating before you sit back down, gaze catching his in the mirror with a smile.
“What's wrong, love?”
“Will you do my hair for me?”
He looks so sweet as he stares at you, blushing gently as you reach your hand out for him to come to you with a faint hum.
“Of course I will, sit for me?”
He stands quickly, almost tripping over his long pyjama pants as he hops off the bed and walks to sit in the chair you just stood from, biting your lip lightly to stop the giggle at his stumble.
You don’t get to say anything as he covers your mouth before he sits down, blush deepening as he kisses your temple with a gentle whisper.
“Don’t laugh…”
“Mmfph.”
“Exactly.”
You playfully glare down at him when he sits, biting his palm gently making a dramatic yelp falling from him as he pulls his hand away in mock pain, a look of horror on his face for a second before he settles back with a little laugh when he pulls you into his lap.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Bruno.”
“Not as much as you, cara…”
The hum in your throat is almost a sigh as you get comfortable and grab the brush on the dresser with a light kiss to the bridge of his nose as you run it through his messy hair.
“Why pill bugs?”
“Pill bugs?”
He looks confused as you fix his fringe with a light hum, eyes flicking down to his with a sweet smile before looking back up and fixing the rest of his hair.
“Yeah, your clips… Wait, are they not pill bugs?”
“No… They’re just… I don’t know what they are actually.”
“Oh…”
His fingers rub your waist slightly as you pout and place the brush down, sitting up on your knees as you start braiding his hair as he holds you steady, he doesn’t need to. But he wants the excuse to touch you anyway.
“Thank you for this, tesoro…”
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m happy to do it for you.”
“Will you put in my pill bugs in for me then? Hmm?”
You tilt his head up once you finish his braid so you can kiss him lightly before settling back down with a sweet hum.
“Give… You’re being too nice, you could order me to you know? My capo.”
His eyes roll immediately at your playful tone, taking the clips from him as you hold his head still to make sure you get them perfect, leaning back as you inspect them.
“I won’t demand you to do anything, amore.”
“I know, my love…”
“Although I did like you calling me capo… Say it again for me?”
You glance down from his hair to look in his eyes, a small playful smirk on his lips as he rubs your skin softly.
“You have to go soon, behave… My capo.”
Abbacchio -
The soft chatter in the restaurant is a welcome noise to fill the silence as you relax by Abbacchio’s side, barely grazing his leg with your own but enough to comfort the both of you as you sit amongst your team.
You feel the tense in his body as he glares down as the cup in his hand, tea cooling slowly in the ceramic, but that isn’t what he’s annoyed about. You assume anyway.
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice is barely audible over the clamour of your teammates as they make loud jokes over the table, glad that there aren't many people here to be disturbed by them this late in the day.
“Nothing. It’s fine.”
“Are you trying to shatter the cup with telekinesis or?”
His eyes flit to you with the tiniest twitch of the corner of his mouth, an exasperated exhale on his lips as he places the cup back down and turns it to you.
“Your lipstick?”
He doesn’t answer, just glares at the cup harder as if it’ll undo the marks left on the rim, his eyes staying fixed on the side with disdain.
“They all transfer. I’m getting sick of this shit.”
“All of them?”
“Every one I own…”
You hum softly as you inspect the faint lavender left on the cup, a tiny grin pulling at your lips as he huffs at your amusement by it.
“It isn’t funny… It’s like the shittest calling card”
“I think it’s cute, Leone…”
You barely see the small blush on his cheeks as he turns his head, refusing to look at you again as you tease him softly with a sweet smile on your face.
“Let's go get some other ones then, it’s still early enough that the store won’t be closed yet.”
“You want to go shopping for me? Really?”
“I do… If you want to, I know it’s…”
“Shut up. Come on.”
The gentle demand is barely a whisper as he stands, drinking his tea quickly in a few swallows with a huff when the lipstick stains the cup again.
You stand beside him with a stifled laugh at how dramatic he is, a soft smile given to the rest of the team as you slip out of the door, only Bruno noticing as you both leave.
“Are you hungry, Leone?”
He doesn’t answer but you see the roll of his eyes when he slips past you to stand on the side closer to the road as you walk, his hand brushing your back gently for a second before letting it fall again.
“You can just say you’re hungry, Y/N.”
“But I don’t want to eat if you aren’t going to…”
“I can eat.”
He’s never very affectionate when you’re both in public but you can tell how much he cares with the small things he does for you, a tiny quirk of his lips as he watches you spot a particularly fat pigeon with a grin and a glance back at him as you point to it.
He doesn’t look, eyes staring down at you with adoration that he quickly turns into an annoyed sneer when someone gets too close to you.
“Can I do your makeup for you tomorrow then? Since I’m buying you your lipsticks…”
His head snaps back to you from glaring at the man in front, brows furrowing at your teasing words. You don’t even look at him but he can see you trying not to laugh, a playful grin on your lips as you stare forward.
“You aren’t”
“Try and stop me… I gave Bruno your wallet as we left.”
His fingers immediately raise to press against the pocket he always keeps it in, a shocked glare on his face as you meet his eyes with a mischievous cackle.
“You little… You need to stop hanging out with those 3. They’re making you sneaky.”
“I was already sneaky. You just never noticed… “
He barely aware that you’re already standing outside the store with a saccharine smile on your face, your fingers almost reaching out to touch him before dropping again, knowing he doesn’t like being touched in public.
For both of your safety.
He almost looks guilty for a second when your hand falls, covering it quickly when you nudge him slightly to go in the store with you.
“Come on, before they close.”
You don’t mean to get as many as you do, a grin on your face as you place down the bag on your dresser, turning as he sits on the edge of your bed and reaching his hand out for you to come to him.
Fingers brushing yours when you entwine them together, lips gentle against your knuckles as he presses soft kisses to your skin.
“Are you just trying to cover me in your lipstick?”
“Would it be so bad if I was?”
He looks so much more relaxed like this, eyes lidded as his mask slips completely, exhaustion licking at him as he breathes in your perfume.
“Not at all… I’ll miss it when you find one that doesn’t transfer.”
The hum is faint as he smiles against you, letting your hand go so he can shrug off his jacket and get ready to sleep, his gaze tired as he stands and leans down to kiss you.
You know that you’ll smudge his lipstick even more but you can’t seem to care as you pull him closer, a breathy laugh falling from him when he pulls away again.
“Come on. Sleep, I might even let you do my makeup tomorrow.”
The sun flickers across your skin softly, warming the dark covers above you and making you curl closer to Leone, the warmth fully enveloping you in the quiet morning…
Mostly quiet.
You can hear the faint crash as Narancia trips over something downstairs with a loud apology, you try not to laugh but fail as you bury your face into your boyfriend's throat to muffle it.
“You’re lucky I love you. If anyone else woke me up by giggling in my ear…”
Sleep coils into every whispered word as he pulls you closer to his chest, a low laugh vibrating your skin at the little squeak in surprise when he speaks.
“Sorry, Leone… Narancia just fell over and I couldn’t help it.”
“If he broke something I swear… It better not have been my damn teapot.”
“The one I got you?”
A short hum in his throat rather than answering as he breathes out slowly and squeezes your waist before sitting up, fingers still pressed against your skin.
“Get up. Before I regret letting you do this.”
“Wait! Really?”
He slips out of the bed as his hand falls from you, running his fingers through his mussed hair as he grabs the bag from yesterday.
“Test them before we shower. Then I'll let you do it.”
He sits back down on the bed beside you as you get comfortable, taking the bag from his hand with barely contained excitement.
He can already tell he’s going to regret this but he can’t bring himself to care when you look so happy getting settled as you sit right in front of him.
“Okay… Let me... I have nothing to wipe this off.”
Your fingers are gentle as you hold his jaw, realising when you put the lipstick on that you can’t really test if they smudge if you can’t take it off.
Actually maybe you can…
He barely has the chance to see the playful smirk on your face as you lean in and press your lips to his, making him groan softly into your mouth before you pull away.
“What…”
“Hmm, no good… This one smudges. Let's try this one…”
Your thumb rubs the last bit of purple off of his lips as he stares at you in shock. Eyes wide as you pull the next lipstick out and tilt your head at how freaked out he looks.
“Sorry… I should have asked first, I’ll test them properly.”
“Don’t... Please?”
His cheeks flame softly as you press it to his lips, humming when it isn’t the usual shade he wears as you inspect it with narrowed eyes before leaning in and kissing him again before pulling away with a little huff.
“Not this one either, and it’s not the right colour.”
He looks fucked up.
His eyes wide and dilated even in the sunlight as it caresses his face, a pretty smile on his face, purple still staining his lips as you gently kiss him over and over in order to ‘test’ his new makeup.
He can’t even tell if you’re taking it seriously or not but you look ecstatic, his hand coming up to cup your face as you talk mindlessly about only having a few left.
He leans in his time, lips pressed to yours almost in worship as his fingers curl against your skin, gentle.
Reverent.
So loving that it leaves you breathless when he pulls away again.
“Hmm. This one is good.”
“...Yeah. Good.”
You can barely choke the words out as he grins down at you, your eyes wide as you watch him, swallowing at how intense he can be even without meaning to be. A whispered question on your lips as you break eye contact before you blush even harder.
- he's a very calculated eater. everything that he does to pleasure you is all intentional, he knows exactly what he's doing. do not doubt him.
- doesn't mind doing it everytime the both of you get intimate, he'll do whatever to make you feel good.
- uses his mouth 90% of the time and is able to make you come with only his tongue.
- he uses his fingers to circle around your clit when you're really close / or when he wants to make you squirt all over his tongue.
- he takes his time omg he never rushes. he likes kissing your thighs and tummy before going straight into it.
- hooks his arms under your thighs, while his free hands gently rub up and down your stomach.
- likes it when you coat the bottom half of his face with your cum, he'll lick you clean.
- can be very merciless, he'll overstimulate until your legs are shaking just to mess with you.
Bruno Bucciarati
- a gentle yet messy eater. he isn't scared of being sloppy with it either, he'll have half of his face covered with your slick.
- always initiates foreplay to get you all wet and hot for him. making out, caressing and groping your breast, maybe even having you grind against his thigh for a bit.
- likes having your back pressed against his chest, legs spread as he teases you with his fingers first.
- very sweet with his words, he'll look up at you through his lashes and in a deep voice goes "remember to give me a tap if it's too much."
- takes his time, paying close attention to what makes you tense up or gasp as his tongue flicks over your labia as he gives your clit a gentle kiss.
- he does use his fingers to stimulate you more. the more you're being touched, the better right?
- he hums quietly when you run your fingers through his hair to give him a tug, he won't pull away though.
- likes to keep your legs spread wide open for him, wants to see how far you can take it before you squirm and try to sandwich his head with your thighs.
Leone Abbacchio
- messy eater #1
- he wastes no time getting right into it, a firm grip at your thighs as he lets his tongue lap every inch of your pussy.
- his mouth is filthy, as in he dirty talks you throughout most of it. he makes comments about how sensitive you are, how needy your cunt is for him, or how you're already staining the sheets and he hasnt done anything yet.
- spits on it. lmao. he will spread your folds apart and spit on it, he loves mixing his spit with your cum.
- a biter but he's super gentle when he manages to gently nibble your clit and watch your body jerk.
- slaps your pussy, especially when he's already tongue deep and his fingers are already stimulating your clit. might as well give your clit a little slap.
- gropes and massages your breast while he licks you up. gives your nipples a pinch when you're getting too loud but don't stop.
- edges you to no end, he can be ruthless but he'll give in to what you want if you ask nicely.
Guido Mista
- messy eater #2
- he's really handsy, he loves to have his hands run all over your body. giving your thighs a squeeze, spreading your legs further apart, and of course fingering and spreading your pussy lips for him to get in there.
- sometimes talks while he's eating you out and his voice is so muffled because he's deep in there. like nose digging into your clit type of deep.
- you need all the strength in the world to pull this man away from you. he claims your pussy is magnetic and he's drawn in.
- lowkey talks to it like it's sentient. you hear this mf stand at the foot of your bed, tugging at your panties saying how "she's wet and needy for me, huh?" as he runs as thumb through the fabric.
- constantly tells you how good you taste, moaning between each lick and slurp.
- into anal LOL. he will eat your ass all while his fingers are damn near knuckles deep in your cunt as he does a 'come here' motion at the same time. you felt like your body ascended when he did it the first time.
- he tries to get you to squirt every session, he did it once and now he feels obligated to do it again.
Narancia Ghirga
- he's so eager about pleasing you, he can't even stay still.
- he's very noisy too. moans and hums as he tongue fucks you like crazy. not to mention his slurps and licks are loud too, its almost like he does it on purpose.
- would occassionally pull away to look up at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes, constantly asking if he's doing a good job.
- smiles at you while he kisses and licks at your clit, damn near abusing it. he giggles too when your moans get so high pitched.
- tbh, he wouldn't be as good at it than he is now if it weren't for your help. you guided him, shaping his knowledge on how to please your body and from there he just started learning on his own.
- did he struggle to find your clit? yes. but once he found it, he made you sing like a bird all night.
- continues to eat you out even after he's made you cum like three times. he doesn't even mean to overstimulate you, he's just addicted like it's crack.
- loves to spread your folds with his thumb as he lets his tongue trace circles. he wants you to make a mess all over his face.
Pannacotta Fugo
- he's needy and desperate, like a starved man drinking water in a long time.
- similar to abbacchio, he can get a little aggressive and it's because he's so into it. the more you moan and praise him, the needier he gets.
- overthinks a lot, he pays close attention to any sound or movement you make and will repeat it.
- actually thinks hes super hot when you squeeze your thighs against his head. its like his own personal headphones.
- likes licking your folds through the fabric of your underwear, there's something so hot about that thin piece of your panties blocking from him fully being inside.
- grunts and groans into your pussy, just hearing you moaning his name makes him want to moan with you too.
- loves kissing you right after he finished making you cum, just so you can taste yourself on him.
- he hides the fact that he came in his pants a few times from just pleasuring you like this with his mouth. he doesn't want to look pathetic in front of you after all but sometimes he can't help it.
hii can i get all members of bucci gang(separately) x a pretty, really feminine and girly reader who is also a part of the gang and is actually a really good and capable fighter despite appearing delicate? thanks!!
YESSS 1ST JJBA REQUEST!!!!
BUCCI GANG X FEM!/GIRLY! READER!
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MISTA GUIDO
- at first, I feel he would definitely stare at you ALL the time especially when your so pretty all the time.
- he’ll try to help you with anything and always try to pry himself into your bubble and business.
- he really tries to get close with you, no shade he would most definitely develop a crush on you if you guys hang out and known eachother for awhile!
“Need help?” He spoke quietly, eyeing you as you fixed yourself after a fight. Retouch on everything, all he could do is stare.
“Yes please! Could you pass me my gloss? Pink one!” You asked with a small smile as you fixed your hair. He immediately passes it.
- at first glance he thought you weren’t that special in fighting just a cute face, until he saw you rock ass against other goons.
- he was so surprised but soon after he cheered you on! Literally your fan!
GIORNO GIOVANNA
- He observed you from afar, he didn’t think much. Mostly at the fact you were rather feminine and pretty.
- most times he’d listen to you ramble when you guys went on missions alone. Never once did he judge, just gave a small smile.
- when he saw you fight, oh boy he knew that you were good. He could always count on you to beat a person to a pulp.
“wow, not a even a scratch on you.” He stated with a smile already walking over to help you with whatever you needed.
“I could say the same to you!” You smiled brightly already walking back towards the car with him.
- your a nice company. He likes your style and the way you handle fights.
FUGO PANNACOTTA
- he quite literally blushes when he first sees you, he thought you were just another pretty face. Lowkey hated you.
- though he always tends to stick with you, not in a creepy way but you had this bright input on things that he really needed.
- when he first saw you kick ass, dude literally is watching in slight disbelief. You were actually good and quick on your feet.
“Fugo, is my hair okay?” You asked finally leaving it alone after you fought a minutes ago.
“It’s always fine.” He mustered out his eyes still on the road. He hadn’t even looked over.
“Well now I know NOT to ask you anything..” you muttered glancing back at the mirror already knowing you set him off.
“WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!” He fumed pressing onto the breaks.
- he’s tries to be subtle but fails.
BRUNO BUCCIARATI
- he’s polite, he didn’t think much of you but he knew you had potential. Just like the rest of his team, family.
- he couldn’t lie, you were gorgeous straight off the bat he liked your clothes more than anything else!
- I headcanon he keeps small stuff for you and everyone else like you need it like lipgloss, or mascara.
- when he sees you fight, oh boyyyy he’s so proud he gives a soft smile watching you beat that person into submission.
“Bruno, I was wondering if you have any lipgloss-” you asked before getting cut off with a swift move of his hand already having your brand of lipgloss.
“Don’t overwork yourself okay? I know you can handle it but if it gets too much ask me.” He spoke quietly looking over at you. “I promise! Thank you.” You gave a smile already finishing the person off.
- he trusts you, to him your like family no matter the way you act or look.
- He’s such a cutie. :P
LEONE ABBACCHIO
- oh bros definitely holding a grudge against you at first. He thought you weren’t good enough.
- he couldn’t deny that your pretty but he would NEVER say that.
- when he saw you actually kick ass, that’s when you slowly got his trust. You knew how to hold your own ground like the others.
“Leone, are my clothes stained be honest… that guy literally pushed me.” You mutter dusting off your dress, not noticing his eyes on you.
“Are you joking or just plain serious.” “Huh?” “I saw the fight. You did.. good. He barely pushed you.” He muttered hiding his gaze away. That’s all you were getting close to a compliment.
- shy boy! he definitely hard to get through at firsttt
NARANCIA GHIRGA
- ooo my boy definitely thought you looked amazing. Literally another stare and admirer.
- he tries to ask you a lot of questions to get closer to you, over time he tends to grow protective cause your apart of HIS family.
- when he first saw you fight DAMNN hes your cheerleader. He loved you were both pretty and strong!
“Narancia! Do I look okay? The last fight was kinda tough. I felt like I got dirty..” you insisted quietly trying to look anywhere on your clothes and face.
“Whattt?! You look perfect all the time. Plus you beat that guy’s ass!” He gave you a bright smile reassuring you quickly.
- 10/10 best supporter!
TRISH UNA (she’s so cool guys!)
- when she first sees you, she really thought you were pretty. She assumed you were pretty strong if you were in the gang?
- she tends to stick with you the most since your the only other girl, you both have eachothers back!
- when she sees you fight she’s admiring you. Literally would back you up anytime and trusts you.
“Oh my gosh- Trish does you have anything mascara? I forgot mine and I need to retouch.” You asked while staring into a mirror touching your lashes.
“Of course? Why wouldn’t I? My stuff are yours too.” She gave a smile passing you the mascara and helping you place it on!
- I feel as if you guys would be best friends? Like at the start it’s kinda rough but then she warms up to the idea.
could i request the bucciarati gang trying to set up Bruno with reader? reader is a fellow mafioso who works for Passione but is a loner type who operates right outside of Naples and because of their proximity they often meet up with the bucciarati gang for business stuff and the occasional friendly meal. how would the different members try (and fail) to set the two up after discovering Bruno likes reader?
tysm :)
𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : bucci-gang including trish
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : how would the bucci-gang help their leader get set up with the person he loves? and are they helpful?
𝐚/𝐧 : sorry this took a bit, anon! i honestly had a bit of a hard time deciding with this. anyway, love the buccibaddies always <3
𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀. - oddly enough, yes
✦ | Abbacchio is not the most well versed man in romance, so he tends to sit back and relax as he watches the drama unfold. He honestly finds it hilarious that the smooth Bruno Bucciarati is fumbling so hard. If the others start teasing Bruno, he might just join in on the fun, but only for a little bit. However, it does get to a point where he’s so tired of watching Bruno admire you from afar that he does say something.
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There Abbacchio sat watching Bruno stare at you with love sick eyes for the umpteenth time, this was getting repetitive. It didn’t matter what you were doing, whether it be calmly listening as Narancia explained a comic he had read to you, Fugo info dumping you with random knowledge he had picked up over the years, or Trish explaining Drag Race to you; he was looking with the eyes of a man in love.
Abbacchio was tired, so tired. This game of beating around the bush was being taken too seriously for his taste, so he simply spoke his mind. “Why don’t you just tell them you love them already?”
Bruno ceased his behavior, turning to question his friend. “What ever do you mean?”
The white haired man scoffed, “You can’t lie to me, Bucciarati. I see that look in your eyes.”
He glanced over to the sight his friend had been admiring. With a soft smile on your face, you listened intently to Giorno’s explanations of how to properly take care of certain plant species. He’s a sweet kid, that’s what you were thinking. You were good, and good for Bruno. “Just tell them how you feel, that idiot reciprocates. Anyone is smart enough to see it.”
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𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐆. - yes
✦ | Giorno is the most helpful of the bunch, he doesn’t overstep and he subtly helps. While out on missions, he might spot a nice restaurant and point it out to Bucciarati as a way to hint he should take you there. Or he might slip a flower into Bucciarati’s hand as he’s speaking to you. If he’s feeling mischievous, he might also casually slink away from the two of you while you’re out.
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To Giorno’s luck, this day was a beautiful one. Perfect for helping a certain someone with his romantic issues. While Bucciarati was a good man, he was at times too good. He didn’t like the idea of pressuring you to go out with him, that was understandable. But, it had reached the point that no one thought he was going to make the first move. Someone had to act, and that someone had to be Giorno.
The summer air was warm and crisp, the day practically called for ice cream. So, he asked if Buccirati and yourself would like to go for some, to which you both agreed. As the three of you approached the ice cream shop, Giorno decided to drop his hint. “I heard that the new restaurant just down the street is quite high quality.”
Bruno then piped up, “Interesting, I also happened to hear that they have delicious squid pasta.”
From beside him, you pointed towards him. “Isn’t that a favorite of yours?”
“Why yes, it is,” he smiled, happy that you remembered something so small. “I’m glad you remembered.”
You responded with another smile. “Perhaps we can visit it sometime.”
“That’d be lovely.”
Behind the two of you, Giorno smirked. Mission: Sucess!
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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐅. - somewhat
✦ | While he is one of the first to recognize the attraction between you and Bruno, he’s not the first to act on it. He doesn’t want to get involved in another’s love life as it felt invasive to do, especially since it was the love life of a man he greatly respected. But like many others of the group, he grew impatient with the amount of pining Bruno was doing.
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Another successful mission, thank god. Fugo was ready to relax and unwind with a good book and a delicious meal, but he knew that wouldn’t be possible, not with the group he was with. His two friends, or at least one of them, did not know how to read a room. He recognized the way you and his team leader had migrated to the back of the group, smiling and speaking about whatever topic you came up with.
Even a pigeon could understand that there was a more than friendly relationship brewing between the two of you.
Seeing this, he turned to his other companions. “C’mon, guys. Let’s go ahead and sit down.”
“But, I need to finish explaining how amazing Tupac is!”
The younger boy sighed, “Narancia, I swear to god.”
“What-” Before he could finish his sentence, Fugo had grabbed his ear and began dragging him to their usual table in the back. “Dude, this hurts like hell!”
“That’s the point, you dolt!”
Mista followed them, “Ladies, ladies, please. You’re both beautiful.”
The two boys quickly turned to face him, “Shut up!”
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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌. - somewhat
✦ | As we know, Mista is a bit of a lady killer. Yet, he takes a long time to realize the romantic feelings shared between you and his team leader. Once he realizes, he is so frustrated yet so relieved that he now understands your relationship. Now, it makes sense why Bruno would linger a little longer than normal when giving you greeting kisses. Every now and then, Mista would make innuendos just to mess with you two.
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It was another long day of work and the group had decided to unwind at Libeccio, once again. After having heard that their food was delicious, you decided to join them for dinner. While the group did enjoy the food served at the restaurant, it wasn’t the only activity they engaged in to relax. They loved to play card games.
However, it could get serious quite fast. Friendships were almost lost over a few games that had occurred in the past, but that was a part of the thrill. Mista was a major fan for it having won several times, much to Fugo’s annoyance.
So, as you all were in the middle of a game, Mista was able to pull a few cards. Though, as he was reaching for another, “Oh shit, dropped a card.”
As he was reaching under the table to get a grip on the card, he released a loud gasp. There you and Bucciarati sat, leg to leg. Neither of you moving to avoid touching the other, and oh was Mista eating this up. It was like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. Then, he quickly sat up.
“You two sure are close,” he smirked as he crossed his arms, leaning against his chair.
A concerned glance was shared between you and Bruno, “Yes?”
Until, Narancia just had to ask. “Mista, what are you doing?”
The older boy quickly retaliated, kicking him in the shin. “Shut up!” He whispered, almost screaming. The pressure was now getting to him.
He was met with a glare from Narancia, “Geez, I’m just wondering what you’re doing.”
A few moments went by before Mista released a heavy sigh and shoved Narancia's head underneath the table, revealing to him what he had just witnessed
“Holy shit!”
Once again, Mista kicked him in the shin. “Narancia, you’re gonna blow our cover!”
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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐆. - he’s trying
✦ | Narancia is the last to know out of the group as he is oblivious to romance, most of the time. Fugo and Mista had to be the ones to tell him that there was a growing romance between you and their team’s leader, and oh was he pissed. He means, if he had known longer, he would’ve helped you all get together sooner! Most of the attempts he makes are ideas from comics he’s read, but they don’t always turn out the way he wants them to.
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How did Bruno end up here? He honestly didn’t know, much had happened in the past few hours. First his group was assigned a mission to sniff out a mole in the mafia, with you as their guide to the right location. A great help you had been, as always. Then, he was personally assigned a mission to deliver paperwork to a fellow capo. Finally, Narancia had asked Bucciarati to follow him somewhere.
The request itself was suspicious, he should’ve known from the beginning. While Narancia was one of the more predictable members of the group, he had his moments. Luckily, with Fugo and Mista following along with them, it eased his worries if only a little bit.
When they arrived, a familiar building came into view. Your apartment building.
“Okay, Bucciarati. I need you to use Sticky Fingers, open up a zipper portal on their balcony, and kiss them like you mean it!”
Bruno’s eyes widened, “Narancia, this is absurd.”
“Trust me, this will work!”
Fugo only stared with a look of disgust and shame, “Narancia, this is a terrible idea. They’re going to think this incredibly creepy.”
Then, Mista piped up. “Even I couldn’t think up something like this.”
“Just trust me! It worked out for Spider-Man, didn’t it?”
A deadpanned look formed on the younger boy's face as he slapped his face with his hand, groaning. “He’s a superhero from a fictional universe, he has supernatural powers that allow him to shoot webs from his hands.”
The shorter boy shrugged, “So? We have supernatural powers too, have you not been paying attention?”
Fugo had to be held back from decking him across the face.
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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐔. - yes
✦ | Trish is almost if not as helpful as Giorno, she likes to give subtle pushes to the both of you. She might mention something one said about the other as a way to try and give you more confidence to confess, but she also grows impatient similar to Abbacchio. She just hates to see how much love the both of you share without there being a step taken, and maybe that was okay. But, she couldn’t take it any longer.
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She did it. She was finally able to convince Bucciarati to take you out on a date after weeks of consistent asking, or as she liked to call it, giving him a push. She even insisted on helping him get ready for you, so he could look his very best.
One look at him and you could tell he was nervous, a feeling Bucciarati was often good at hiding. Your presence did something to his heart, made him feel things he had never before. A part of him was hesitant, what if the relationship the two of you shared changed negatively post date? He didn’t want to lose you, you were too precious to him to lose.
Trish recognized this, it was a feeling that many characters in her favorite movies would feel. It was a natural feeling to have, anyone would agree. While change might not give us what we desire, we must accept it to continue living. But, there were many cases where taking a leap to make the change had a good result. Trish believed that Bucciarati could attain that result.
As she lightly patted down his suit for wrinkles and dust, she quietly whispered, “Just be yourself, they like you the way you are.”
The man widened his eyes as she then reached for a bottle from his bathroom counter. A blue glass bottle of cologne was then gently shoved into his hands, “Here, and wear this too. They like this cologne on you, or so they told me once.”
Then, she sent him off with an encouraging grin. No one could properly predict what would happen on this date, but one thing is for sure; that she better get some credit for getting you two together.
@𝐧𝐪𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 ݁₊˚⊹☆ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
hiii can you write for Bucci gang with a reader when she fall asleep on their shoulder? (platonic with a bit of romance 💛)
tyyy !
(sorry if i have a bad English)
Of course I ABSOULATLY love this. I did get sick midway through writing this Im sorry it took awhile to post.
Falling asleep on their shoulder
Bucci gang x Fem reader
Giorno Giovanna
The mission you guys were even more tiring than usual. Bruno was in the front driving with Abbacchio and Narancia, Mista, and Fugo were doing who knows what. It was just you and Giorno, you were struggling just to keep your eyes open. Giorno noticed immediately , he noticed your heavy eyes. He is quite the observant one.
"Tired?" he asked
You gently nodded your head, you closed your eyes for just a second and you were out like a light. Your head landed on Giorno's shoulder. He heard your gentle snores, it was adorable. He quietly looked out the window and allowed you to sleep. One of your hairs fell on your face, Giorno gently put it behind your ear. Were you always this cute. Gentle pink brushed his cheeks. He always thought you were adorable, it was a quiet memory he'll cherish for the rest of his life. Mista looked back at Giorno witnessing this site. At the moment he didn't say anything, waking up a girl especially you is terrifying. Later that night when you weren't in the room.
"So Giorno how did you like her sleeping on your shoulder" He and Narancia were giggling. Theres always something between you two, everyone knew about it.
"She was tired and needed sleep nothing else"
"Sure Giorno"
Giorno ignored the teasing but at the same time he couldn't help but think of you being his
Bruno Bucciarati
Giorno offered to drive and Bruno took up the offer. He sat next to you in the car. He could see it, your heavy eyes and how you kept having to wake yourself again.
"If you need to sleep you can " He worried for his teammate especially for you but he couldn't explain it.
"I guess" your response was groggy and immediately afterwards you passed out. On Bruno's shoulder, he didn't say anything. He didn't need to say anything. Sometimes it's better to enjoy things in the moment. The whole gang noticed you gently sleeping on his shoulder. Again choosing not to wake you but boy were they going to tease Bruno about this later. A small piece of hair fell on to your face and he gently placed it behind your ear. You were already pretty but this made you even more beautiful. Later that night you weren't in the room you decided to sleep in a bed for the night. Now that you weren't in the room and Narancia took advantage of the situation.
"So Bucciarati you must of loved her sleeping on you" Mista was already giggling with Narancia
"She needed sleep and rest, it’s part of my job to care for those who work for me" Narancia stopped trying, mainly because he brought a fair point and he couldn't argue with it. When Bruno got a chance to sleep he lied awake thinking about those moments. Your gentle snores, how warm you felt. What was this rush he was feeling, Bruno ignored it and tried sleeping but those moments were always in the back of his mind. Maybe just maybe he could leave the mafia with you
Pannacotta Fugo
Fugo was also incredibly tired that day and the mission made it worse. He could see the most damage of sleep deprivation on you. The bags under your eyes the way they keep fluttering shut and back open. Its not like he's staring at you (He absolutely is).
"Are you tired"
"Yeah" Your response was incredibly groggy
"If you need to sleep, you can sleep"
"Tha..n.k.s f...u..go " You were out like a light. Very conveniently you landed on his shoulder. Fugo turned every shade of red in a very small period of time. He could hear Mista and Narancia giggling behind him. He was going to chew them the hell out later.
He looked at your face, a small piece of hair fell on it so he naturally placed it behind your ear. He could hear the gentle snores coming from you.
Were you always this cute.
Wait you are his coworker and friend thats stepping boundaries. Fugo kept telling himself that but he couldn't help but think about being more. He was quiet the whole ride to the hotel where you guys could rest. You were moved to a room to rest. It was Fugo's turn to sleep as well so he chose to sleep. He tried his best to sleep but that car ride kept coming back to him. Your warmth, how you were able to let you guard down around him. You trusted him, more and more conversation came to his mind between you too he cared more than he wanted to admit.
Leone Abbacchio
You shouldn't be letting you guard like this. It leaves you vulnerable, the mission was tiring for sure but what if enemy stand users attack now. Abbacchio didn't tell you any of this but one point he didn't know when. You passed out on his shoulder it was quiet. He scoffed.
Honestly he didn't understand why you took such a liking to him he Is himself. He never wanted to say it out loud. He cared more than you thought. The fact you chose him to sleep on, you were able to trust him. Abbacchio trusts you as well. A small strand of hair fell to your face and he put it behind your ear. Mista and Narancia were behind him giggling.
"So Abbacchio are you going to let her sleep on you" Narancia whispered, Mista was trying to hold back his laughter.
Abbacchio scowled.
He chose not to say anything because it will only give those two the reaction they wanted. When you guys arrived at the safe house where the gang could rest. You left to continue sleeping. Abbacchio sat down somewhere away from everybody else. The more he thought about it the more he realized. He cared a lot, it was different.
Narancia Ghirga
The mission was exhausting and it seemed to do the most damage on you. Narancia noticed how you were constantly yawning.
"Are you tired?"
"Yeah the mission was exhausting"
"Well we are almost to a safe house you can sleep there" He smiled at you. Narancia had such a bright smile.
You don't remember what happened next but you passed out. You passed out on his shoulder. Narancia turned red and started panicking. You were sleeping and what if Mista saw this. He would get teased to hell and back. He looked at you, you were adorable. Your gentle snores and you were really warm. He was not mentally prepared for this. Mista looked back at Narancia and had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Narancia was going to kill him later. He couldn't move though that would disturb your sleep. For that entire car drive you slept on him. Narancia thought to himself how cute you were, he kept noticing this warm feeling bubbling in his chest. He wondered what it was called.
Guido Mista
Honestly Mista was really tired but you looked exhausted. The bags under your eyes and how they kept closing and opening up again.
"Hey you tired"
"Yeah" Your response was really groggy
"You alright"
"Yeah" immediately after that response you passed out. You landed perfectly on his shoulder. Mista blushed, you were already cute but this made you even cuter. He noticed a little strand of hair landed on you face so he placed behind your ear.
Narancia noticed immediately and snickered. Mista was going to kill that guy later. For now he'll remain as your pillow for as long as you need. The fact you could trust him this much brought warmth to his heart. It felt oddly intimate. He let you rest until you guys arrived at the safe house. He cherished that memory for a long time
TY for the request, I'll try my best to get to requests faster and I hope you enjoy
Hii🎀I just came across your blog and if it's okay i'd like to request bucciarati gang x flirty fem! reader headcanons, thanks!!🫶🏻
i love love love this request and i hope you like it! part 5 gang are my favs 🥹🥹
CW: does contain some suggestive content, but nothing 18+ or nsfw. fem!pov only.
බ bruno
by now, bruno’s grown accustomed to your flirty personality, yet he still handles you with far more composure than he feels. he’s surprisingly patient with you, never reacting dramatically, but he’s far from unaffected by you. he notices everything, he’s not daft — the way you bat your lashes up at him, how you’re always standing far too close, your lingering touches against his arm. you’re far from subtle in your flirtations, and to your delight you’re met with a knowing look from him — stern yet failing terribly to conceal the mild amusement that swirls in the depths of his eyes as his lips curl into a faint smile, telling you everything you need to know.
still, there are times when he can’t help himself — when you decide to push your luck a little with that look in your eyes that tells him you’re up to no good. he’ll scoff, muttering a low “you’re pushing it,” with such authority that it has your stomach doing flips. regardless of what he says, though, one of his hands will find their way to your waist, pulling you just close enough for him to get a good look at that playful smile of yours, the way your lips part ever so slightly. it catches him a little off guard, but truthfully, he enjoys your confidence and the way you lean into his touch like you’ve got him right where you want him.
බ abbacchio
abbacchio is much harder to get a reaction from, ‘cause he’s always playing that stupid indifferent role that leaves you huffing and has your expression twisting into a frown. you try your hardest to get through to him — always showing up at his side, letting your fingers twirl a strand of his hair as you both sit at a cafe, even going as far as to trail one of your fingers down his chest just to get absolutely nothing more than a huff of dry amusement through his nose. you would think he was impossible, but the moment you start to back down, he changes your mind with a lazy grin that can only be considered wolfish, as though entertained by your struggle.
“where are you going? thought you couldn’t get enough of me?”
he’s more into your flirting than you realise, it appears, because he’ll tug you closer and make you repeat every stupid line you were trying to fluster him with while he holds you firmly in his lap — getting a sick sense of enjoyment seeing your cheeks dust pink because he’s glaring at you so intensely that you can’t help but to squirm.
බ mista
mista is ridiculously into your flirty attitude, grinning ear to ear the moment he sees you approach him and lean into it, firing it right back at you with zero shame. it’s almost oddly casual the way he responds to your presence — throwing an arm over your shoulder, holding you close enough to his side to mutter something suggestive to see your reaction — though the moment you flip it around on him with a teasing bite of your lip and an equally flirty whisper, he’s a mess. Laughing way too loud, ears bright red as he’s rubbing the back of his neck like he’s unsure what to do with himself.
he can’t deny that he loves the attention, though. the moment your voice rings through the air with that familiar lilt of his name, he’s puffing his chest out, bragging, trying to impress you — even as the rest of the gang watch him with sly snickers. He doesn’t care as long as your focusing on him though.
when you decide to get a little too bold, lowering your voice to that sinfully sweet tone as you lean in to whisper something to him, he just can’t hide the way his breath hitches — nor the way he takes a quick glance at your cleavage — before breaking into a crooked grin, uttering a strained “you’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
බ fugo
fugo is pretty clueless when it comes to being flirted with, despite his intelligence, but when he does catch on to your intentions when you’re complimenting him with that smoky look in your eyes, or teasing him for being so oblivious, he is definitely the type to get flustered easily by it all. his words get stuck in his throat when you tug on his tie, gentle but firm enough to bring him a little closer as you murmur a playful “c’mon, fugo — surely you’re not that slow?” and it takes all he has to compose himself — his eyes darting everywhere but to your face as if that will somehow calm his rapid heartbeat.
he’ll try to deliver the same energy back, but he’s not all that great at expressing these kinds of things, so instead you’ll notice it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, or how his eyes often find themselves glued to you as though lost in thought — especially after you wink at him from across the table at lunch as your lips wrap around your straw.
and now he’s choking on his food.
බ giorno
similar to bruno, giorno doesn’t seem all that affected by your flirting — your sweet giggles at everything he says, the way your eyes roam over him shamelessly, and brazenly flirty words coming off as endearing more than serious to him. when he eventually does catch on to your true intentions — that you mean every word and gesture — he subtly begins to follow in your footsteps, letting his hands linger on your lower back when he guides you somewhere, looking at you with half-lidded and unreadable eyes like he’s trying to tease you, and speaking to you in that dangerously smooth way.
“this necklace…” he’ll murmur some time, his fingers brushing against your collar bone so lightly as he touches the chain that it almost makes you sigh, and you realise he’s not even looking at the jewellery as he speaks. “it suits you.”
and he’ll smirk when you look up at him through your long lashes, when your hand rests on top of his before shifting to lock your fingers together. he finds this whole thing fun, yet he finds you equally alluring — just enough to chuckle softly and squeeze your hand in return.
බ narancia
oh, narancia…
he behaves almost like a touch-starved puppy the moment your hand finds his hair, leaning into your touch as your fingers take their time running through his raven locks, murmuring to him something about how soft his hair is — how he’s just “too sweet” and he doesn’t bother hiding the way his eyes light up at every word. he can’t even get flustered because he’s too busy clinging to you — grinning too wide and practically purring at the way your nails scratch his scalp, the nape of his neck, before you pull your hand away.
narancia can’t flirt for the life of him, but he tries his best anyway — blurting out compliments about how pretty you look, how he adores your presence — all without thinking. he doesn’t even realise how touchy he’s being, tugging at your sleeve and leaning all his weight against you until you chuckle at his eagerness and cup his face to get him to quiet down.
“are you always this cute, nara?”
the nickname alone makes him melt, and before you know it his voice is cracking as he tries to muster up a response.
