Once upon a time—at the night of the masquerade, the revered, noble, composed King Giotto was overcome with a yearning cast by you. It was hard to tell if he was enchanted by your demeanor or your gown of starlight. But after you shared one slow, deliberate dance—before he could whisper any words of longing, the clock strikes at midnight. You vanish. There is no trace of you left behind except a single glass slipper. You return to being nothing more than a grime-covered attendant at the palace, pulled every which way by your step mother and sisters. Yet, fueled by his own desires, Giotto scours the entire kingdom himself in order to find you again…
(Body worship [giving and receiving?], mating press, creampie)
My bad if this is cringe, this is the first time I’ve requested something like this
No matter if a local or a traveler from afar, it didn't take much for one to get lost within the grand and vast sprawl of the Kingdom of Verona.
Yet for its ruler--Giotto--he knew every alleyway, every corner like the back of his hand.
And such intrinsic knowledge was needed amidst his increasingly desperate search throughout the kingdom:
For you.
His fingers twitched as he craved to recall the sensation of cradling your waist as the two of you waltzed, all while he kept a memento of your night together--a simple yet elegant glass slipper--in his pocket.
He almost wanted to laugh when his near obsessive scouring only brought him right back to the palace garden, his golden eyes wide with surprise as he stared right at your equally astonished expression, your shoe having returned to its proper owner.
Instead however, he was smothering your lips with his while he hauled you back to his quarters with an urgency that you never expected for kind and reserved ruler to possess.
You were flustered beyond belief.
Pinned beneath him upon his bed, your words broken up by gasps and whines, with every inch of your skin exposed almost immediately followed by the brush of his lips and the drag of his fingers.
This was Verona's ruler! He should be tugging at fine silks and lace, not the coarse cotton of your servant attire.
Giotto responded by planting his face right in-between your thighs, his hands happily keeping your legs pressed close against his head while his tongue lapped along your sopping center in quick, fluid strokes, continuing to lick away even as your hips bucked helplessly with the crash of your orgasm.
While you were left to catch your breath, he was as calm as could be--amused even, with the small grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth, his chin wet and glistening with your essence.
His lips fell by your ear, planting kisses along the shell as he hummed out,
"No matter what you wear, you have bewitched me so, principessa. From that very night, I have been chasing after you, yearning for you--"
And as he mounted you fully, chiseled physique anchoring yours down, his hands spreading your legs apart as he situated himself right in-between, his earnest confession degraded into a pleased hiss while he slotted the full length of his cock inside of your core.
"--never have I wanted to see and touch what was beneath another person's clothes in all my life...!"
With his name uttered freely in pleasure by your trembling lips, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, he was spurred forward to move.
That same joy, that same warmth--all from the simple contact you two shared during your dance together from that fateful night--beckoned for him to pound away inside of you. Now, with your bodies fully bare, with no prying or envious stares or glares to be mindful of, the two of you could be as free and open to one another as could be.
Pummeling his cock over and over into your slick, tight heat, all while your initial bashfulness melted into shameless yearning and pleas for him to kiss and touch you more, he found himself groaning out,
"Even as I look forward to our wedding, I already cannot wait to strip you out of your gown and veil."
His fingers found their way to yours, lacing together as he squeezed your hand, his golden eyes burning with resolve as he declared,
"So please, let us continue our dance from the masquerade, principessa mia: I swear and I promise to never let you go."
hyyyyg excuse me you have activated my thirst how dare you ?? please,, as a fellow hoe,, grant me specific and steamy words Giotto would say during 👀 ;) 👀. the softest,, the praise - I’d LIKE TO MELT HERE.
- 🫠 anon
(Bonus points if you want to add older Tsuna, older Takashi, and older Enma - definitely not needed but I am curious.)
I can’t write this for Enma bc he’s canonically only been depicted as a minor, and I don’t have the brain cells to age him up myself, sorry! I think he’d be a sweetheart though, very.. blunt and direct 👍 I hope these snippets inspire you thoo
♡ Dirty Talking with Giotto, Tsuna, & Yamamoto ✧
✧ Giotto
You are right about him being big on praise. He treats all of his partners like he would a spouse from the get-go, and his words match that energy. He enjoys pet names like dove, (my) love, dear, and darling. Also likely to refer to his partner as beautiful or handsome with eyes full of desire and a charming smile on his face.
“How do you want me, darling? Don’t be shy, now.. say it out loud..”
“You’re doing so amazing, my love.. so sweet and dripping for me.. I'm sorry that I made you wait all day for this.. thank you for being so .. patient,” he murmurs the last bit, emphasizing it with brushing the soft pads of his fingers over the spot that he knows will have you legs buckling under you.
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✧ Sawada Tsunayoshi
He really, really enjoys romantic, loving, cuddly sex with a partner. He might literally malfunction if someone asked him to be rough with them. He’s not super smooth of a talker, but he’s soooo honest when something feels good to him, and very breathy and prone to whimpering when overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Hahh.. you have no idea… how much it makes my head spin when you do that..”
He nods frantically when you ask if something feels good, with a soft whine and tugging his lower lip between his teeth.
“Y-yes.. Yesyesyes, please whatever you do, don’t stop-”
“Do you.. like it like this? Yeah?
Yeah, me too.. aah.. g-good… hhah.. you feel so good,”
(very breathy, chest heaving, sheets-gripping, soft hair pulling kind of vibe here..)
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✧ Yamamoto Takeshi
He can be quite playful during sex, and what he says reflects that— he doesn’t take it too seriously and loves to get a good laugh in just as much as he likes to set the mood.
Sometimes he’ll catch you staring when he’s undressing and flash a crooked grin. “Hey, how you doin-?” He quips, raising his eyebrows suggestively and pretending to be super smooth by purposefully lowering his voice, followed by a full, toothy, genuine smile and laugh, nose scrunching and chuckling from deep in his chest.
“Hahahah, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.. yes, I know I don’t have to do any of that.. come over here, pretty baby~ You can do more than just look..”
He isn’t great at describing exactly what he wants a partner to do, but takes the initiative to physically demonstrate or adjust the activity towards what he has in mind. When they are doing things exactly how he likes it, he makes it very clear..
“Yeah, just like.. that. Ah.. hah.. fuck, you’re taking me so deep, my perfect angel..”
Hiiiii! Recently discovered your page and am currently enjoying scrolling through. Just saw your tea prompts and just wanted to request for Giotto with milk tea and/or pomegranate tea(your choice hehe) anyways, hope you have a nice day!
ahhhh I’m glad you’re enjoying my blog, thank you for checking my stuff out!! I chose to do both prompts but a little different; I had a really clear plan and story so I turned the two answers into a longer, more cohesive story combined instead of two separate scenarios. I hope that’s alright, and that you like it!! my first time doing so but I really wanted to write this out and the two prompts really fit well so,,, (side note, he’s so pretty in the manga…… adore him omg)
warnings: discussions of being chased and beating some dude up (a little bit), very minor injuries
prompt: tea prompts (milk tea, pomegranate tea)
milk tea; what are their kisses like?
I think his kisses are very gentle. soft. he’s always very soft; he’s never had a reason to be otherwise with his partner. he’s such a gentleman… so romantic. unless, of course…
His Guardians had been split up, and while he worried, he didn’t have to worry too much. They all knew how to fight, how to protect themselves.
You did not, however. You weren’t a fighter. So the fact you were not by his side…
Giotto and G straightened when some bushes to their left rustled, tense as they waited to see who would come out.
“Ahh, Giotto, G…! I finally found someone…!”
…unless, of course, he was really worried about your safety. if he could get you back in his arms, reassured you’re safe… I think that’s one of the very rare times he’d be anything but soft; he’d be firm and insistent, overwhelmed with his relief that you’re okay
“My dear!” Giotto took long strides to reach you and you preened when he took your cheeks into his gloved hands, lifting your face up gently. You let out a short, muffled noise when he kissed you, strong and firm. You made sure to relay your feelings in return, head tilting.
“You’re alright…” He spoke quietly, lips brushing yours as he did. You wrapped your arms up and around his torso, underneath his cloak so you could grip at his vest tightly. “And you’re hurt… I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, resting your chin on his chest gently so you could look up at him. “I’m okay… Just a few scrapes here and there. Ahh, I was being chased and it was scary…!”
You pulled back to show him the palms of your hands and G finally joined after giving you two a moment, eyeing over the scratches on your hands.
“I can’t fight, but… I broke off a branch and just.” You huffed softly and G had to stifle a snort. “Just… beat him over the head until I could run away again.”
Giotto released a soft breath, head tilting. “Good job, my love. You did well on your own, all things considered.” He took your hands gently, turning them over to bring your knuckles to his lips. “Still, I have to apologise for letting you out of my sight… I won’t let it happen again. I’ll be there to protect you next time, I promise.”
“Ehh?” You shuffled on the spot, cheeks warming. “Oh, it’s not your fault at all, Giotto…! I’m okay!”
pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?
very familial with him. you doing something very close with his Guardians. if his Guardians can truly learn to accept you, become close with you at the same time as he falls for you… he’s sure that’d be the best outcome. his whole relationship he gauges his Guardians reactions, too. so if you can all be just as close, like family, I think he’d happily fall in love with ease after that point
“Primo.” G nodded down at you two once before nodding in the direction you came from. “It’ll be no good letting them run around. I’ll go find the one they ran from. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh, you’re going?” You had reached out to grab one of G’s sleeves, eyes wide. “Ah, I know you can fight… Be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, especially if I upset him further…”
G hummed lowly, reaching up to pet your hand gently twice before squeezing in reassurance and then returning your hand to Giotto’s. “Appreciated, but I’ll definitely be fine, so there’s no need to worry. One of the others should be back soon - they better be, anyways.”
“Right, of course.”
You watched G wander off before jumping when he stopped short of the bushes to point across the clearing. “Hey! Get over there and help them out; they’re injured!”
“Pardon? Of course!”
You turned quickly to look over your shoulder at Asari, smiling crookedly and holding up your hands along with Giotto’s. “Just a few scrapes, so don’t worry too much.”
“Yes, they made it out on their own.” Giotto sounded a bit proud as he said this, turning you gently to face Asari. “After beating him themselves.”
Asari blinked in surprise at this before smiling, watching you hold up your hands, palms facing him. “Oh my. Did you? Excellent work. I’m glad you’re alright. Let me see them.”
“Yes! I’m not strong by any means, but…! They don’t hurt much, so if you need to we can wait until we return to the estate.”
“That won’t do. We should treat them here while we have the time. Is that okay?”
You could feel Giotto squeeze your shoulders, encouragingly, reassuringly, and you acquiesced.
There was something about watching you get tended to by one of his Guardians; one nagging thought that this may only be the first time… and not the last that this will happen. But a greater thought that you truly were cherished by the Vongola, and for now he chose to focus on that one instead.
“Are you sure about this?” Naomi gave you a worried look as the two of you stepped inside the casino. It was packed with people who were yelling either out of joy or anguish, the sound mixing with the high-pitched chimes of the machines.
You didn’t spare your best friend a glance as you scanned the room, a grin on your lips. “You worry too much, Nao! What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Well, for starters -“
But you had already taken off, weaving your way through throngs of people. She groaned, hurrying to catch up to you. She couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this but the answer was fairly simple: Daemon Spade. The mist guardian knew how gullible you were and never missed the opportunity to take advantage of that. And this time? You just happened to mention that you had never been gambling before while watching a movie in which the main character won an insane amount of money on a slot machine.
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“Hm, that looks easy enough.”
Daemon had been passing by the living room when he heard those words and he paused, a smirk making his way to his lips as he approached you. “What looks easy?”
You motioned toward the TV. “Gambling. He pulled the handle and won a fortune, it looks easy!”
“Oh, it is quite easy, fufufufu. Would you like to learn how?”
Your eyes sparkled as you looked at him, hugging the small pillow to your chest. “Yes, please!”
“There’s one particular machine where you’re guaranteed to win every single time, but it’s located on the other side of town.”
“Really?” You jumped up, invading his personal space but he held his ground. “Which one?!”
His smirk widened. ‘Like taking a candy from a baby.’
When you had passed this information on to your best friend, asking her to accompany you to the casino, she was sure that Spade was just messing with you again, but you were stubborn as a bull and refused to listen to her warnings. You were determined to find that damned machine and become a millionaire!
And there it was, a machine of pure gold sitting in the center of the casino.
Your eyes lit up as you walked in circles around it, taking in every detail. It was shining brightly, almost as if it had its own spotlight.
Naomi frowned. Why was no one at this machine? Every other machine in the casino was taken with a line of people impatiently waiting for their turn and yet… there wasn’t a single person at this one. In fact, everyone seemed to be actively avoiding it, refusing to even look in its general direction. As if she didn’t already have a bad feeling, it was growing in the pit of her stomach.
“Alright!” You grinned, plopping down on one of the four stools that surrounded the machine. You had cashed in your savings, just over one thousand dollars, and now had a paper bucket filled with shiny coins that only worked on the machines inside the casino.
Naomi came up beside you, folding her arms over her chest. “Y/N, I really don’t think this is a good idea… just think about it for a moment! If you lose all of your savings, you’ll jus have to rely even more on Giotto, right?”
That made you pause, your smile slowly falling. You could deal with a lot of things, but being a burden to your boyfriend? It was honestly the worst feeling in the world. “But don’t you see, Nao? This is why I have to! At this rate, I can never hope to repay the kindness he’s shown me so I have to take the chance!”
The truth of the matter was that you had been poor, living in an old rundown house that barely passed as livable. You couldn’t hold down a job because you were a bit slow on the uptake, something no one wanted to deal with. You had actually met Giotto while working part-time at a cafe but you had been promptly fired after you accidentally spilled his coffee on his lap. You had apologized profusely before begging your boss to give you one more chance, but he had already given you more chances than you deserved.
To this day, you’re still not sure if Giotto took pity on you or if he genuinely saw something within you, but he followed you from the cafe that day, offering you a job as his assistant. Only, he didn’t treat you like one. He rarely asked you to do anything for him and never scolded you when you fucked up, he would just smile softly and tell you it was alright. Not only that, but he even put you up in his family’s manor and bought you whatever you needed. He treated you kindly and was always patient with you. That’s why you fell in love with him, but you oftentimes felt as if you were taking advantage of that kindness.
‘But… if I really do hit the jackpot, I can finally pay him back!’ Determination filled you as you pulled a coin from the bucket, swallowing your nerves. ‘Daemon said that after twenty pulls, the jackpot is guaranteed! Let’s get this money!’ You grinned, sliding the coin into the tiny slot on the machine.
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Giotto sat at his desk, relaxing in his chair as he read over the document G had given him that morning. It had been a hectic day for him and he was only just getting around to reading it. Just as he lowered the pen to the page, the office doors burst open followed by you running into the room with tears in your eyes. This put him on high alert, but he remained calm so he could assess the situation.
You fell to your knees in front of him, your arms around his waist as you sobbed into his shirt.
“Mi amore, whatever is the matter?” he inquired softly, running his hand through your hair.
You sniffled, slowly explaining what had transpired over the past couple of days. “I went to the casino with my savings and I was so sure that I would win but the tokens just kept disappearing and I kept thinking ‘this will definitely be the one!’ but it was never the one, Giotto, I’m so sorry!”
“Breath, my love,” Giotto frowned as he processed this information. “What would possess you to go gambling?”
You felt embarrassed telling him the truth, but you knew he deserved to know so you told him everything. “I-I’m sorry! I just wanted to pay you back so bad and I was so sure I could win…”
He cupped your cheeks gently, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. “Mi amore, you don’t have to pay me back. I’m more than happy to provide for you and I expect nothing in return.”
“That’s the problem!” you frowned, hand resting over his own. “You’re too nice to me and you’re totally letting me take advantage of that!”
A smile slid onto his lips. “Y/N, you are the love of my life and I will always be here to take care of you. It’s my job as your future husband, after all.”
Your eyes widened, meeting those beautiful orange eyes you had grown to love. “You… want to marry me?”
“Of course, I do.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Promise me you won’t return to the casino.”
“I promise…”
“Good. Shall we dine out tonight? We can visit whatever restaurant you’d like.”
“Sure!” You grinned, pulling yourself to your feet. “I’ll go get ready!”
His eyes followed you from the room before he stood up. Giotto was a kind and patient man, but he did not enjoy Daemon using you as a plaything, something he had warned the male about on multiple occasions already. Yes, he was kind and patient, until someone fucked with his beloved Y/N.
He straightened his tie as he stepped out of his office, intent on finding his mist guardian and giving him a piece of his mind.
A page turns and her gaze caresses the beloved smile.
Gentle eyes, the colour of the setting sun look back at her with adoration.
Fingertips brush against the paper and a tear litters her cheek.
She brings her hand to her face and stares at her fingers; the same fingers that used to brush through golden locks and trace familiar skin.
A single blue petal peeks from behind the photograph.
Another page turns.
The same flower he had given her so long ago lies dry and lonely before her eyes, reminding her of his gift; true love.
She closes the album and lets her sorrow fall in crystal drops on the cover.
His smile fades away from her sight, her eyes blinded by tears.
Her fingers fist the black material of his mantle, old and worn-out, and she wraps it around her shoulders, seeking solace in the waning smell; his smell.
If only I could see you again.
If only you could warm my heart with your loving flame.
If only you could cradle me to sleep one more time.
Her eyes flutter closed; her being, vexed by prolonged yearning, surrenders to exhaustion.
I miss you.
Gosh, do you know how much your works are valued??? I hope you do since for some, especially me, these works have been the only thing fueling my ten year long love for khr~ Anyways is it OK to request for college and romantic headcanons of Giotto?
♡♡ hiii dear! Thank you so much for your kind words. If you don't mind, I've just compiled all of my Giotto HC reqs instead of making multiple posts, since there is a (variable) amount of overlap between them.
♡ Giotto in College & in Love ✧
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Giotto was not particularly outspoken in class settings, but he was a fine student and fairly active and keen to engage with the local community. He went in undeclared and eventually settled into political science because it was simply what interested him, in addition to a lot of philosophy and some studio art electives. He’s a good writer, and can whip up a crazy effective grant proposal. He enjoys creating things with his hands, such as pottery, forging simple metal jewelry (namely rings), and painting. As he got caught up with work more, he got less and less time for those creative hobbies.
He participated in a lot of direct action groups on campus and ran for some position in the legislative branch of the associated student government. He had a group of close friends that included G and Cozart, and the group would be found floating around, sitting on grass in the quad or in the student community building’s meeting rooms, discussing various things that may or may not be related to student gov.
Giotto is a pretty hopeless romantic, in the way that.. he has a tendency to see the world through rose-tinted glasses, firmly believing in the good of humanity. While he romanticizes the grind, his partner would likely be the one that reminds him to take a step back and rest. He’s surrounded by people with big hopes and dreams, as he should, but it can be a little too inspiring. He’ll lose a lot of sleep because he spends time thinking about the good and the bad and the ugly and the beautiful.
His partner is always there to listen to him ramble about his hopes and dreams, but they’re also there to ground him, remind him to pay attention to them, to get ready for bed, snuggle up, meditate, literally anything to take his mind off of what his next move is. Sometimes, the next move should just be.. nothing, for now.
They remind him that they want to go into the ceramics studio next week, and he pauses. His breath is held still in his chest as the constantly turning gears slow almost to a stop, and he takes a moment to process before he exhales audibly, with a soft smile “...it’s been a while, huh?”
Initially, he was very formal in the way that he pursued his s/o-to-be. They started as colleagues or friends, and something about them just.. caught his eye. For being such a well-spoken man, he cannot put to words what exactly made him feel so strongly about them, but he feels it very viscerally. He opens doors for them, bringing them tea and coffee, gifting them a little painting or a handmade mug, before finally mustering the courage to ask them out to dinner with a whole ass bouquet of flowers.
I don’t see him as anything but a friends-to-lovers type of man. Even on a first date, the dialogue and banter flow as usual, and there is a natural chemistry on top of their preexisting friendship. He tries his best to pace himself in terms of what is considered a “natural” progression of the relationship, but it’s almost as if he knows that he’s all-in with his partner from the get-go. His loyalty and devotion is unmatched.
One time, as a joke, his partner referred to him as their husband. He malfunctioned right then and there. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging. He laughs it off in front of his friends, as if that was a regular occurrence. Afterwards, on the way home, he hits them with the “Do you really think of me like that?” silence… 30 seconds later, he speaks up again as he is driving, “Hypothetically, when do you think is a good time to get married?” It’s adorable. It does become a regular occurrence after that.
I have written a bit on this before, so ngl.. idk what other bases.. to cover
He’s confident, but he doesn’t have a huge ego. The times where he feels most egotistical, actually, is when his partner is so painfully attracted to him. He’ll catch them gawking at his hands as he adjusts his watch and jewelry, and a playful smile dances across his features, golden eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Like what you see, dear?” He fans his fingers out, displaying the rings on his finger, before flipping his palm upward and gesturing salaciously for his love to come closer.
Is really sweet and enjoys teasing and worshiping every inch of his lover, just so that he can take note of every reaction. He’ll notice every little gasp, every flinch, twitch, whimper, etc. He loves a vocal partner.
Sex is something that he enjoys taking his time with, so if there’s something that you want to leverage to pull him away from his work, that might be it. He tries really hard to stick to his scheduled activities, but he doesn’t mind getting distracted by his s/o for longer than planned. At some point, he starts to account for that when he plans for the day or the week.
It’s really funny when he hits them up with the, “hey babe… my sweet.. angel, darling… I know that we have our date tomorrow afternoon, but.. I have a meeting that evening..” his s/o knows exactly what’s coming, “are you available to.. start earlier so that we can have more time together?” UM YES.
Is not particularly kinky himself, but super open minded to trying out anything that his partner may be into. He loves to please, so he’ll definitely at least be open to hearing about any fantasies they would want to fulfill. Some things are off the table, he’s not a huge fan of play that revolves around non-consent because he’s kind of.. a softie through and through, but he dabbles in praise, gentle degradation, being a pleasure dom, etc.
He’s a little more interested in group play than you’d expect, because he’s fairly romantically monogamous, but if a partner asked to bring other people into a sexual scenario, he’d be like, “oh.. oh, yeah.. are you thinking of [redacted]?” IDUNNO Y/N ARE YOU?!?!
hey! i hope youre having a wonderful day ⭐️ could i request some h/cs for reborn, giotto and TYLmukuro? where s/o is bored out of their mind and just starts using the cheesiest pick-up lines they can think of on them? like "You know what you would look really beautiful in? My arms." (btw you have no idea how delighted i was to find your blog, youre doing gods work)
♡ CHEESY PICK UP LINES ✧
GN reader, no pronouns used & no warnings! established relationships, very domestic and just a little suggestive if you squint in Reborn's. Everyone is 21+ bc I love adult Reborn I love writing abt adults exclusively bc I seriously cannot imagine the thoughts of teenagers fr xox
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♡ Reborn
Out of pure silence, the two of you could have been passively doing work side-by-side or lounging around with something brain numbing on television, but you pop a stupid pick-up line and his attention is all on you
He’s initially silent with confusion, but your face twists into a silly expression as you drop another stupid pick-up line, and by then he absolutely cannot help the smile that flashes across his face. He loves it and he loves you so much omg he even snorts and chuckles a little bit :’)
“What was that?” He's holding back another quiet bout of laughter as he turns to you and his eyes are curled into uncharacteristic half moons, his expression a mixture of amusement and disbelief. He took a long time to warm up to you enough to be this silly, and all the time and effort you spent melting the man’s icy exterior pays off when you see the pure mirth sparkling in his dark eyes.
You fire another one, grin widening evermore as you giggle at your own shenanigans, catching his gaze with a sweet twinkle in your eyes. You bite your lip as you begin to think of another one.
This time he is the one that shoots it first, “mm you look great with those pants on… bet you’d look even better with them off.” And he scoops you up into his lap to press your foreheads together and pepper sweet little kisses on your reddening cheeks.
Amidst your happy noises as he delivers his affection, you ask him what he’s doing. To which he replies, “the better question is what you were doing?”
“I was boooored..”
“I figured as much, I have something much more interesting in mind that we can do..”
You eventually learn that cheesy pick-up lines do work sometimes... on handsome hitmen whose hearts you have already captured
♡ Giotto
He’s definitely amused! Perhaps even too interested in the silly quips leaving your lips. When you capture his attention with the first cheesy line, he gives you his full attention as he tries to process what you mean when you say that his father “must be a baker” because of his “nice set of buns”? You know that his dad is most certainly not a baker.
When he realizes that you’re talking about his booty he flushes a little and laughs, asking you how you even came up with that. You quickly tell him another pick-up line, following it with a playful wink as you circle around him.
He’d be there to listen to as many dumb pick up lines as you can think of because he’s having fun when you’re having fun tbh; when he tries to come up with his own, they’re just a little awkward and sound more like just plain compliments because he isn’t quite as witty as you (he seems honest to a fault, and in turn not sly and conniving enough to be funny on command like this lol)
He ends up more fascinated than he really should be about the pathos and ethos of the cheesy lines, and you're going to have only yourself to blame when he masters them and uses them on you another day.
♡ Mukuro Rokudo
He can’t even pretend to hate them because he’s a cheesy mf ngl he’d probably start laughing his ass off!! He doubles over just a little and suddenly he wants to pick your brain even more than usual. What’s gotten you into this odd mood? Were you bored? Were you trying this for his attention? In such an awful way? His cool facade is cracked only by the completely absurd, and you were bringing that to the table.
He doesn’t quite fire back with his own cheesy pick-up lines, but he’s just a little too receptive to them. “My shirt? Significant other material-” is met with a satisfied hum and a light flip of the hair as he leans over you and a gloved hand slides up to tug at your top. “I agree,” he muses, catlike eyes hooded and unblinking as they scan over your upper half.
Suddenly, you wonder if he’s misreading the room, or if you’re misreading the room… or if he’s just trying to outweird you. The moment his hands cup your waist, you gasp and your face flushes. He notices your pupils dilating and heart rate picking up.
Then the bastard lets go of you and laughs to himself even HARDER?!?!! He found your cheesy pick-up lines absolutely hilarious, but to him there is nothing more amusing (and heartwarming) than messing with you.
He swears he's laughing with you and not at you, but you know that you're his favourite butt of any joke between the two of you... and also his favourite butt (Mukuro grabby hands) <3
Hiie sorry for the delay! I just penned these & hope you enjoy them! I do know Giotto's is a bit short but I honestly have not experienced enough of him to grasp his characterization super well in my head mmm but it was fun! Uni has been kicking my ass so I'm glad I got some time to fuss w such a sweet and silly little request! xx G
Can I get some kinky nsfw hc for giotto, g, daemon and alaude.
They're so underrated.
Ty🤍
omg..... not daemon spade I hate his guts
♡ Kinky 1st Gen Vongola HCs₊⁎⁺˳✧༚
NSFW under the break cuties! g/n partners in mind btw bc anyone and everyone deserves alaude time duh
WARNINGS: exhibitionism, costumes, vouyerism, kink gear, bondage, dom/sub, pet names, costumes, threesomes?, also oral sex & I mention dissociation @ some pt girl idk
Giotto
He's not that kinky tbh but has a big thing for praise and body worship
He would kiss every inch if your skin if you let him, whispering steamy phrases in between and even letting his hot tongue run over the smooth flesh just to tease little noises out of you
"You don't mind letting me hear that again... right, my sweet?"
He's also pretty tall and lives for how his lovers feel encased in his arms or hands, not quite the same way as a size kink but he's a soft dom and just loves being in control <3
If you have a thing for hands, he's right there :) Tenderly running one hand through his partner's hair and swiping loose strands out of their face as the other has a firm grip on the meat of their hips to guide them into his lap and grind against him
His kisses burn like fire, and locking eyes with him is probably so intense that it instantly gets the heat pooling between those plush thighs, rubbing ever so slightly against each other in desperation
.. and he notices; He notices everything, and doesn't like playing music or anything during sexy time because he revels in the quiet gasps and mewls, always knowing exactly where to press and prod to elicit such sweet sounds
Thoughts on exhibitionism? He's a rich man with a lot of fancy big and open, yet private? spaces; Catch him giving you that searing look whenever the two of you are alone regardless of where it is.. the pool, the car park, the balcony, the kitchen island.. it's free real estate :)
He likes teasing about it afterwards, especially when there are people around and it's just a normal day/event right by where some... intense moments were had previously
Then he'd sneak ya off into a storage closet somewhere and people have learned not to question where the don was when he disappeared for a good 20 minutes and came back standing just a little taller with a smile a little warmer
G
He lives to serve, so he's a service top at heart
Way into overstimulation and doesn't stop until his partner is a squirming mess under him, feeling hot tears pricking at their eyes from how overwhelming every touch and stroke is
"Oh... you can take another one, I know you can. Be good for me, my dear? Good..."
The way his voice drawls so sensually as he's instructing them what to do, how to be good so he might consider ending this sweet torture
Note: he doesn't, duh. Man is ruthless
BUT he does respect the safe word, and drops everything before his partner is even done saying it, in the case that they really were so overstimulated that they couldn't take another second
He insists that he's a pretty normal guy, but he has a secret costume fetish lol*
You throw on a bunny suit or a little nurse outfit and all the rules are out the window; He'd definitely fuck you into next week for that, all while teasing about how you dressed up just for him and just to get his attention
"You wanted my attention, right? Well.. you're getting it now, don't say it's too much for you to handle."
I also think he has fantasies about having threesomes with Giotto if he hasn't already because they're besties and that's what friends are for, right? He gets so hot under the collar thinking about how good his partner would look bent over, presenting their ass to Giotto while he caresses their cheek and firmly gathers their hair at the nape of their neck to guide their hot mouth onto his dick; Also the way that their moans would feel around him as Giotto fills them up..
*No school uniforms ya nasties, I don't condone sexualization of minors
Daemon Spade
He's so mean... and so freaky, if you haven't seen what he did to Mukuro's body, you don't know what kind of horrors this man could stomach... @ Daemon Spade dni w my blog pls + ty
Likes strapping his partners down to chairs with their arms bound behind their backs and legs spread open and restrained, perhaps even a blindfold or a gag as he sets up some toys to bring them to orgasm over and over until they're shaking and on the verge of tears;
He'd take the gag and blindfold off just to see the desperation in their eyes and to give them some heated kisses, upping the speed so that he feels how they twitch and writhe in response to the intensity
And he just likes to watch, maybe while stroking himself and saying the dirtiest things in that hushed voice...
"You think you've suffered enough? I don't think so... be a good pet for me, won't you?"
With his use of illusions, his partners can essentially live their wildest sexual fantasies all with Daemon, but sometimes they almost lose track of what's real and what isn't; He's careful at that point, he wants to use illusions to amplify the pleasure, but it's still a kind of playing with the mind and it can lead to dissociation if he overdoes it and exhausts them mentally
He's sensitive to their mental state and always backs off when he knows it's too much; He's terrified of actually hurting them and would never forgive himself
He's also super cheesy when he's not in the kinky dungeon mood, with candles and rose petals, and his touches and kisses are feather light and softer than ever, as if you're made of glass... his little treasure
Alaude
How do you feel about restraints?
This man has no shame lol he's be on a business call with the others just languidly stroking himself in and out of his partner's mouth as they hold back their own moans and mewls, hands tied behind them (not the handcuffs asdhfsjd those are weapons?? don't do kink stuff w the same cuffs you do killing ppl stuff w duh)
And he has that same piercing blank stare as he's doing it too ??!?! It's the worst, it'll get your knees practically shaking how heavy his gaze is as the people on the other end of the call chit chat away about this plan and that plan
Once they all hang up, he roughly pulls out and sets the phone down before gripping his lover's hips and pushing them onto the nearest surface (a table, a bed, hell maybe even the kitchen counter ehe free real estate ! :) and swipes his fingers over their wet sex
"Naughty little one... so good for me, though.. are you ready for your reward, dove?"
He's always the one in control and refuses to give it up, loves pressing his partner down against any surface and taking them to pound town
And he's quiet, nothing but low, breathy groans, and the occasional pretty gasp if you're lucky; That makes it fun when he gets a call back for "one last thing, guys.." (talk about phone sex)
I don't think he's particularly kinky, but he's quite efficient and tends to have clothed sex, just unbuckling his belt and pushing his partner's undergarments to the side for access, just so he can fuck them silly over his desk before he gets back to his paperwork
His mistake was leaving the paperwork on the desk; The one time he was exceptionally mean was after the fact when he realized there was some drool and tears on the documents
Guess who's getting a little Alaude administered punishment? <33
As a side note, this one probably includes some of the most graphic scenes I've ever written and I'M SO INSECURE ABOUT IT like even writing the d word made me feel like I need to go light some incense and pray for my spirit now
ALSO This isn't proofread I don't proofread anything I write lolol hope u enjoyed anyway !!
