A/N - I can only say sorry for how I've treated this series, it became such a cause of anxiety just thinking about it that I think I just stopped. I was so scared to write it because if it flopped I thought I'd truly be done but I think I've just realised that a lot of the people who liked and supported the series are probably gone by now.
But to be more positive for a second this shit is finally coming back for real, I'm actually motivated I have created something that will finally help me keep on track (just need to collate and move all my hired help stuff to my new phone so next part might not be as soon as I want but this is something)
⟨ Part Eleven | Masterlist | Part Thirteen ⟩
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so....I saw your tag(s)...and....Can you write the Bucci Gang + Trish w fem! reader who likes History ? (Prefferably Italy's history) pretty please w a cherry on top ? Thank u ^^
ITALY? ARENT WE THERE RIGHT NOW?
𝔄/𝔑: You can really just tell who my favourites are yo...
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Bucciarati gang x Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Itay?
Pannacotta Fugo:
✮Probably already knows a lot of Italy’s history and past but still listens intently whenever you talk
✮He adds on to your already existing knowledge and constantly speaks with you about Italy’s past, has a rare soft smile when he hears you so passionate about a topic.
✮ Other times he acts like he doesn’t know any of the information you tell him so he can see your face light up as you start explaining every little detail of an event that happened long ago, he already knows all of this, but it doesn’t hurt to see you so animated and cheerful.
✮He admires your dedication to understanding more of the past and sometimes joins you in your pursuit of history.
It was one of those rare off days in the gang, everyone left off to go on their own pursuit of relaxation, but to you there was one person you knew would share the same pastime as you.
You find Fugo and walk down to the library with him, already speaking with such passion about the past. Eventually you reach the library, and you grab every book that seems to hold something you may not know yet, you meet back with Fugo, sitting down and opening your respective books; the silence itself does not to be filled but you two time to time speak of something interesting you found.
The scene was something Fugo could have only dreamt of your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you told him of two events that correlated with each other, speaking with such warmth in your voice. If heaven was on Earth, Fugo was confident it was right here with you.
✮Overall he’s the perfect guy to gush and talk about history with, really does love talking to someone who’s smarter then literally half of the gang but that’s not a high bar to pass lowk…
Bruno Bucciarati:
✮Knows of Italy’s history but not very in depth, he sees your drive to know more respectable and will intentionally drive many of your conversations towards your love for history just to see the smile that forms on your face.
✮Remembers the things you tell him and asks questions when things don’t make sense to him
✮Also uses this love of history of yours to get closer to you, he does his own research in hopes that you’ll speak to him with the same excitement you always do (whipped Bruno IS canon)
You find yourself on the looking over the edge of the boat, looking at the waves below you, waves that had experienced years upon years of events and timelines you could only wish of experience.
Footsteps behind you start becoming a but louder as you hear the familiar rhythm coming closer to you. Turning around you see Bruno looking at you with a smile and an unfamiliar book in his left hand.
He extends his hand out to you; the book stands between the two of you as he speaks. “I was in a store a few days ago and saw this… there was only one person I could think about when I saw it, and I knew you would find it helpful.” You took the book in your hand, warmth creeping up your neck.
Well now you just had to think of something to get this adorable man…
Leone Abbacchio:
✮Acts like he could care less, tells you this information truly doesn’t affect him but never really makes any move to get away from you, what a liar,
✮hearing your voice with genuine excitement makes him feel something he would rather not name, for now he’ll just stick with acting like he’s putting up with you.
✮Remembers almost everything you tell him and when you call him out on it just says that you talk far too much about it and its really just common knowledge now.
(IM SORRY I ACTUALLY CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS GUY YO)
Guido Mista:
✮Listens to you talk, doesn’t really remember anything you say but its fine, he’s just zoned out listening to your voice go on and on about something he really doesn’t care about.
✮He knows the basic of Italy’s history, sometimes he takes a few interesting points from you but other then that he really doesn’t care much.
✮whenever he’s bored he comes to you and asks you to talk, maybe he’ll find something interesting or maybe he’ll just fall asleep to your voice.
Giorno Giovanna:
✮Listens to your talks like their genuine lectures and remembers most of the things you say, his grasp of Italy’s past is quite fine, but he may not know of some of the smaller conflicts and events; but he is down to listen to you tell him all about it.
✮He holds on to every detail you tell him as if it’s your last words, he loves hearing you speak of something you find interesting and love so much; never leave out a detail for him, ever, he wants to hear everything you say down to the minuscule details.
You sat across Giorno, speaking to him about the Unification of Italy. Giorno already knew about the Unification, it was quite a big event, but he continued to act coy as you continued to speak with a genuine smile on your face.
Eventually you stopped speaking and looked at Giorno with an expression that could’ve only been read as realization. “Giorno! I’ve told you about the Unification so many times, why are you acting like this is new information?” Giorno sits up a little straighter, his face resembling that of a child being caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing.
He speaks up after a few beats of silence “I simply like being told about Italy’s past by you, you’re very passionate about the things you like it makes me… happy, happy to see you speaking of something you clearly know and love”
what are you gonna do with this guy…
Trish Una:
✮Likes to listen to you talk while she does her makeup, finds it nice that you like something relevant to her.
✮If you let her do your makeup she’ll kindly ask you to shut up so she can focus, a moving canvas can only lead to a confusing piece.
✮Other then that she finds some of the things you say interesting and will genuinely listen to you, likes when you start getting really into explaining something that she’s already heard so many times; she finds it cute when you do that, so she’ll let you continue talking.
You were sitting down in front of a mirror while Trish stood in in front of you putting some blush on your face, you were in the middle of explaining some intricate event when she just stood up and looked at you talking on and on about something she never thought she would care about.
Eventually she interrupted you, “just wait, you can tell me about whatever the hell it is later, just let me do your lipstick alright? You’re already looking like my greatest masterpiece.” Well seems your explanation will have to happen later, when you look all beautiful and amazing that is.
Can I get some headcanons for Team Bucciarati(all separate) x fem reader who is a certified 2000s baddie? Like y2k style, confident and hot✨️Tnx!
GLAMOROUS!
Team Bucci x fem!y2k!reader
A/N:been thinkin about this for a while^^ but uhh it’s definitely shorter due to the fact there is like 7 characters to do if you want a longer version of certain characters don’t be afraid to ask whenever reqs are back open!! :D
BEWARE OF:possibly ooc for some of them but it’s lowkey whatever!! I didn’t know how to introduce the character so shes lowkey apart of the gang lol
BRUNO
Bucciarati has seen people of similar fashion before saying golden wind does in fact take place near the y2k, but he hadn’t seen someone take much into the part like you had. Once you joined him and the others its really when you noticed his reaction to you.
“Are you sure your arms can breathe with all those Bangles?” Bruno asked not even trying to be rude but genuinely worried
Depending on how close you guys are he’d love to shop with you even going as far as to buy himself a bangle.
Bucciarati finds your style as a refresher from the normal formal style of Italy.
LEONE
When Bruno introduced you to the gang it definitely woke him up a bit. The bright colors? The jewelry? All too much he thought to himself. Abbacchio has also seen others like you but actually having to interact with someone like you was something.
Once it clocked to him that you dress like that by choice it didn’t bother him too much. After all…what could he do?
Being almost polar opposite to you; it was hard to see eye to eye with each other. The only thing you two had in common was collecting CD’s that in which you guys bonded hard over.
Anytime there was a discount at the music store he was definitely the first one to tell you.
Doesn’t mind you anymore definitely won’t tell you but he would definitely be a bit upset if he had to go without you.
MISTA
Jumped out of his seat the first time he saw you not because you scared him or anything he was just astonished. You and Mista became friends immediately! You’d go shopping and he’d carry bags! Sounds fair to him; he’s just happy to be the guy standing next to you.
Mista is literally your biggest fan! Compliments you every time he sees you and notices if you did something different with your look.
The Bullets also like you! Number 5 being the most attracted to you, Your so pretty and Mista smells like man sweat so you can’t really blame the bullet.
Freaks out if you have four bracelets on says you gotta put another one on or take one off before he comes close to you.
FUGO
The first time he saw you it wasn’t like something extraordinary. Fugo at first didn’t care that much but how was it ethical to fight in low rise?? You could practically ask him the same question but whatever. Fugo definitely finds you beautiful and the only way you’ll ever know he does is if he accidentally says it.
You two don’t have much in common or anything for that matter.
Unlike Abbacchio he’s not gonna be your number one hater about it. Fugo enjoys being around because it feels way less stressful than anyone else in the gang.
Blushes if you get really close to him other than that he keeps to himself for the most part.
NARANCIA
Narancia looks up to you like a big sister after all there is a good chance you two have similar music taste! He loves the fact you are your own authentic self so he tries to be the better him. Narancia wants to hold himself just like how you do!
If you guys ever become super close which is inevitable, He’ll share his CD’s with you or just chill with you while his boombox plays music.
Narancia asks you for Music recommendations all the time!
He also likes to watch movies with you even if doesn’t understand the plot of the movie and/or show.
GIORNO
When Bruno introduced you to him, He thought nothing of it until he actually met you. Giorno being canonically attractive means that he has definitely been hit on someone that shares similar looks to yours.
This guy also compliments you! Particularly when you are wearing something sparkly or something with gold accents.
If you two become close he brings you back things he thinks you’ll like just to watch the expression on your face.
Giorno definitely started wearing victoria scents after meeting you because it genuinely smelt good and he definitely asks you for recommendations.
TRISH
As soon as she met you she was like twin lowkey. She likes the way you style y2k so she goes shopping with you just to get something similar. Trish never really got to have any sort of relationship with a woman so you’re like her Bestfriend when it comes to this stuff!!
Would absolutely match outfits with you, different color maybe but she would no doubt.
Trish didn’t really care for the music at first until she heard RnB; She really likes destiny’s child!! Trish also pretty much listens to what you do.
She recommends you certain things too! Perfumes, jewelry, any of it!
overview. feral, carnal, lust hungry. words that all describe what you are, but don't worry. he'll find a way to train you to be patient.
content. vamp leone, werewolf reader, afab reader, orgasm denial, brief fingering, oral (m), face fucking, no y/n usage, drool play, porn w/ no plot, biting, bloodsucking, no orgasms, pet names used: love, my love, mutt, pup
word count. 1.5k
note. everybody say ty to my bf cause this was supposed to come out LAST YEAR ... embarrassing, but he's helping me get back into my jojo's era :))
He was sprawled on the bed with an arm draped over his face when you hopped on top of his hips, straddling him in nothing but a loose shirt and panties. Your tail swayed from side to side avidly as you rubbed at his sides, tipping your head a bit to one side as you let a silly yet lust-hungry grin spread across your lips.
The white-haired man beneath you merely lets out a brief huff before gradually raising his arm to gaze up at you, golden eyes saturated with sanguine hunger. “What is it, my love?” He says softly, almost in a low hum. You lean down, shirt riding up as his hands find purchase on your sides, and letting the exposed skin of your tummy rub up against his icy touch.
You leave little licks and nibbles on the skin of his neck and collarbone before littering kisses all over the areas, all while murmuring. “Do I need to spell it out?” Almost smug as you let a chuckle slip from your lips—lips that left kisses in their wake as they trailed up to his, hovering over the soft skin still stained purple from his signature lipstick, merely a breath away.
“I want you…” you drawl, voice low and smooth like an autumn's breeze before you finally close the gap. Savoring his plush lips sloppily and with vigor, almost as if you’d never been given this chance again.
He leans into it with a need—a yearning that silently conveys his ever-growing thirst, and the smell of you makes it no better. However, he breaks the hungry kiss to push you to sit upright on his lap as he propped his back up against the headboard.
His slender yet tender hand moves to cup the fat of your cheek which you lean into, allowing him to scratch the spot behind your ear, resulting in you melting further into him. “You know I gotta feed first, he doesn’t just get up when he wants to anymore.” Leone chuckles, shamelessly glancing at your neck as he speaks.
“Then what’s taking you so long? It’s not like I ever said you couldn’t feed from me.” You watch the way his golden eyes darken as you grant him permission with nothing but a whine and a needy grind from your hips.
It’s not long before he’s leaning in to latch onto you, sinking his pearly white fangs into the skin of your neck and suckling with a groan—the taste of you making him dizzy. You wince but only for a moment as the pain subsides quickly. His hand squeezes at your side with unbridled need as you're lost in the airy feeling this grants you.
Dribbles of crimson dripped down his lips and your neck before he finally pulls away, breathing heavily whilst wiping the dripping blood with his thumb and sucking it off before licking off what’s been missed on your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Leone moves further from your neck to peer into your eyes, free hand caressing your cheek once more as he basks in the dazed look in your eyes.
“How are you feeling, love? I didn't take too much from you, did I?” You merely throw him a hazy purr of, “feelin' great”, before licking a stripe along his neck once more as you start to continuously grind your—now soaked—panties against his clothed erection, earning a small sigh from him accompanied by a chuckle. “Still just as persistent, I see.”
He grabs you by your chin, dragging your face from his neck to kiss you with that same fervor as last time, yet this one wasn’t as hungry as the last, though just as sloppy as your tongue laps at his lips before ravaging his mouth in an open-mouthed kiss—lips colliding, tongues clashing with one another and occasionally grazing one anothers’ fangs, tasting the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue.
Though, yet again he’s the one to pull away, but you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, letting your noses brush up against each other gently as you let out a dejected whine accompanied by the puppy eyes you throw his way. With a quick peck to your lips once more, he coos.
“I’ve spoiled you enough, pup. Now,” His breath hitches when you grind against him once more—his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment before he catches himself. “On your knees for me.” The demand is soft—still laced with the gentleness he typically carries in his voice when he’s speaking with you—but a hint of authority is ever present.
You comply; begrudgingly getting off his lap and sliding off the bed, knees softly colliding with the carpet. Leone shifts to sit at the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide enough for your body to fit between as he moves a hand to hold your face, a tad forcefully—causing your lips to pucker a bit and your tail to wag jubilantly. He merely admires the blissed out and needy state you’re in, wordlessly.
Only releasing your face to rest his palms against the mattress, leaning back on the base of his palms and peering down at you from the angle, “be a good pup and pull my cock out for me.” Almost as if you were waiting to hear those words, you make quick work of his pants—nearly tearing them off him—and his boxers, mouth practically watering as you watch it spring free.
He was about to speak before he’s cut off by an abrupt moan at the feel of you suckling on the head before taking his entire cock down your throat, earning a breathy groan from the man above you. It does nothing but drive you crazy—paired with his musk, the way he can’t decide between grabbing hold of your head or not, and the occasional bucking into your mouth—you can’t help but be drunk on this feeling.
Your eyes flutter shut as you bob your head on his cock in a mindlessly hungry craze, tongue moving to rub at the underside of his cock as you inch toward the hilt. Leone’s abdomen twitches and jerks with each ragged breath he takes, you make his brain melt.
There’s drool dribbling down the corner of his lips in how lost in ecstasy he is. Though, it’s still not enough. He sits up, grabbing the sides of your head with each hand before fucking your throat needily, spewing incoherent swears and praises as you gag on him—tears building at your waterline.
He takes a quick break. Sliding out of your mouth slowly before slapping his cock on your lips, to which you loll out your tongue for him to slap it up against before he gently squishes your cheeks in his hand, opening his mouth to let his drool ooze out into yours.
His eyes watch hungrily as you swallow and gaze up at him expectantly. “My love,” he murmurs, uttering something in italian before groaning, “You’re so gorgeous, you know that? Such a pretty little mutt..” he drawls, smearing the mixture of precum and saliva from the corners of your lips. You can’t help but whimper and moan as you drink up his praise.
His voice velvety as he asks you to get back on the bed for him—lying to the left of him as he laid back on the bed alongside you, a leg of yours gently nudged open by his cold hand, rubbing through your soaked panties.
You can’t help the shaky moan that leaves you as he slides you underwear to the side and slips a finger in. He gently urges his fingers into you—down to the knuckle, eliciting a broken whine to escape your lips—as he slowly moves to hover over you, fingers moving agonizingly slow now. Huffs of breaths sneak between each cry in discontent. He's teasing you and by the look of his smug face, he knows it's getting to you.
The vampire lets a low, hearty chuckle leave his throat in amusement before he coos at you, "what'd I tell you about being an impatient little pup, hm?" He leans down further so that his lips ghost the beat of your pulse, opening his mouth to lick up your neck. You squirm a little feeling the tingly sensation of your orgasm growing near, panting and whining like a bitch in heat but you can't help it—feels too good. And the little love bites Leone leaves in his wake upon your neck, collarbone, and shoulder do anything but help.
Though, with one last pump of his finger, he pulls out—relishing in the dejected whimper you let out. "But I was so close..." You whine, ears drooping as you move to bury your face in the mattress. "I know, my love, but you were being impatient. So, you'll just have to wait until you learn your lesson." He sighs, getting up from his spot on the bed and heading to the bathroom, leaving you yearning once more.
Basically, Bucciarati ships the Abbacchio and the reader.
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Working Together
You grumbled incoherent obscenities as you stared down at your wine glass, your lips pursed as you narrowed your sight down at the plum-colored few sips that waited for you.
'I can't stand him...'
"That asshole.." you finally say with a huff that drops your shoulders low before you reach for your drink and decide to finish what's left.
But even your favorite brand tasted bitter.
Everything felt lackluster.
"Why do I even care about him," you say as you continue to stare down at the glass. The few drops that had clung to the glass had already sunken down to the bottom of the container, forming just the smallest amount left over.
And you eyed the dark drink with a half-hearted glare.
"he doesn't even respect me one bit," you say to yourself, reminding yourself of every little backhanded comment he's made since you first met, the freshest moment coming to mind and making you shiver with annoyance.
"- I don't need her around," Abbacchio said while shaking his head.
He sounded displeased at the idea of having you join him, the mere suggestion making him frown deeply.
Even if you couldn't see him, you could only imagine the downturn on his painted lips, and that deep V that was painted on his forehead now was also imagined clearly.
"It's never a bad idea to have some backup," Bucciarati insisted, though he said so with a somewhat sly manner, something you took as simple teasing given how often Leone refused to pair with anyone else.
While Abbacchio was easy to annoy, only Bruno had the privilege of doing so without much retaliation, and he took advantage of it with a few light pushes here and there.
"-Then why don't you join me instead," the long-haired man said with a short, tired sigh, "I'd rather have you there," he added, and the dark-haired male offered him a subtle smile in return.
"I'm flattered," Bruno started, "Though, If you recall, I'm going to look into that florist's request..." he trailed off, pensive over the situation.
"So, You think there's anything to look into?" Leone says with mild uncertainty, knowing that as a grieving parent, it would be hard to accept your own child took their life.
At the end of the day, it could just be nothing but a grieving parent's sorrow operating.
"Something tells me there is," Bruno insists, his arms crossed lazily over his chest.
"Now back to the topic at hand, Mista and Fugo are coming with me, and Narancia has been assigned elsewhere.
It seems that his stand is the only one that is needed, which leaves just you and (f/n)," he added.
"And I want you two, to stick together, " He said firmly.
The plan makes Abbacchio's brows furrow, his entire expression soured,
" Just let me go on my own," he huffs.
He slowly closes his eyes as he shakes his head, " I'm capable enough," he says.
"I never said you weren't," Bucciarati mentions, " I only stated that it'd be in your best interest to have someone watch your back.
I'd suggest that to anyone on our team," he explains with a soft smile, encouraging his friend to simply comply.
The long-haired man sighed softly as he looked down at the ground, "You're really testing me here, aren't you?" he asked with slow defeat.
"Perhaps," Bruno said simply, " But tell me; What would be the difference between having me join you, and having her tag along as a safety precaution?" Bruno asks with a raised brow, leaving the other man silent.
A small pause falls between them before Leone clicks his teeth, his softening expression growing dark quickly.
"I don't have to worry about you," he says irked. " I can focus on the mission and not babysitting," he starts off, and you bite your tongue to not say anything as you hide around the corner.
That, that was the issue.
If it were anyone else, it wouldn't be so personal.
He'd just begrudgingly agree were it anyone else, but with you, there was always a 'but,' and more often than not it was that ;
That he doubted your capabilities.
" I'm not partnering up with a liability," he states firmly, and you have to crane your head back to stare at the ceiling to try and suck in a long breath through your nose instead of letting out a furious screech.
fiercely, you continue to bite down on your tongue as you continue to listen.
"Oh?" Bucciarati sounds as he stares at Abbacchio with skepticism, and he peers into the other man's eyes whilst taking a step closer, " a liability?" he repeats, and the second time the woman hears it, it stings just as much.
It hurts to hear it from Bucciarati, even if he was just repeating the word.
You push yourself off of the wall and decide to go back out into the dining area of the restaurant, aiming straight for your usual table to sit.
"As if I'd go anywhere with him," you grumble as you order a glass of wine, something soothing till, eventually Bucciarati comes to you and tells you to join Abbacchio.
All the while, Bruno continued to pester Abbacchio, chuckling too, "That can't possibly be what you wanted to say, right?" he asked the other man.
"It's exactly what I meant, " Leone grumbled, taking a step back, aiming to leave, but lingering long enough he's stopped before he could go further.
Bruno placed a hand on his friend's shoulder before speaking,
"Just because you can't properly focus, doesn't mean that she's to blame."
Leone could feel his ears burn. It's seconds before his entire expression is falling, yet hidden as it is obscured by long, light-colored strands.
"Meaning...?" he could hardly speak.
His throat felt dry and he had to swallow hard to try and feel something travel down his throat.
He could only spit out that single word.
"Exactly what I meant my friend," the dark-haired male mused as he sauntered away, searching for you.
"I'll be on my way now, but before I go, I'll make sure to speak to her so she's brought to speed. -
-Be sure to brief her on the mission for me, please?" Bruno asked coyly, leaving no room for opposition.
"Oh...and Abbacchio," he said as he turned back one last time, "Figure it out, and soon," he advised.
Bruno - “as much as I want to be selfish, I have to tell you the truth. Especially since I love you too.”
He loved the thought of having you forever, but it wasn’t worth it if he could lose you. That's why he hid his feelings up till then. After you confessed he sat you down and told you about the danger that’ll come with dating a capo, even the reality that he won’t always be beside you. Sure, you could hide the relationship but it’ll only be a matter of time before his enemies put the puzzle together. But if you insist on taking the risk, after your only warning, he’ll gladly allow it and do all he can to protect you.
Fugo - “why didn’t you tell me?”
He asked after eavesdropping on your conversation with Guido, who excused himself. He hoped that you weren’t afraid of him because he loved being around you and the sweet energy you’d bring. He had many outbursts, it’s human to give in to the twinge of anger now and then, but he wouldn't do that to you. Unless you deserved it but it’d never get to that point because his love is gentle, soft, and leaves you wanting more. You didn’t have to hide the truth any longer since he was willing to try if you were.
Giorno - “you don’t have to agree to this now, but I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready.”
When Leone mentioned your crush on him he was flattered, until he saw you speed walking to the exit. It didn’t hurt that you felt embarrassed to admit it. He was bothered by a sweet confession being taken from him. You probably spent weeks thinking of an approach just for it to be squandered by the purple witch. To make up for what was lost, a few days later he went to your home bearing gifts of things he saw you enjoy. He told you all the wonderful things he’d ever thought about you and said that he’d love to see how far it could go when you’re ready.
Leone - “you can't just say stuff like that out of nowhere.”
The two of you were having a nice day out, going to random shops in your neighborhood, the usual stuff and you said the words. He didn't mean to step on the brakes and possibly give you whiplash, you took him by surprise. His grip was tight on the wheel, his face bright red and his eyes staring down. You loved him, your heart yearned for him, but you meant it in a platonic way that time. But you weren't going to miss the opportunity to start a relationship ;)
Yay, and anyway may I please ask for headcanons for Mista, Abbacchio and Bucciarati reactions of their s/o having a medusa like stand
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . what an interesting stand that one is. let's see what i come up with. hope you like it, dear @crazyyanderefangirlfan (<3).
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended
–for starters, your stand [ asphyx ] had a power similar to medusa's curse, once one gazed at your eyes when activated, could turn into stone in mere fractions of a second.
–being this powerful power what makes your stand so dangerous and, at the same time, quite difficult to control at times.
〔 BRUNO BUCCIARATI 〕
—he who has a certain fear of your stand; both fear and respect for what power itself is.
—when you explained how it worked, bruno couldn't help but compare it to purple haze, and you couldn't deny that a certain similarity existed between both stands.
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—he was left speechless when first seeing it with his own eyes. it was kind of mesmerizing to see how the stone grew in the person's body, and he did tell you about how sickly beautiful it looked.
〔 LEONE ABBACHIO 〕
—the most careful regarding your stand. It's not that abbachio's afraid of it in itself, but that - like bruno - he has a certain respect for how potentially dangerous it can be.
—the first time he saw it in action, observing in detail how that unfortunate man turned into a stone statue, he couldn't help but let an expression of surprise adorn his face.
〔 MISTA GUIDO 〕
—of the three, mista's the least afraid of your stand. finding it more than anything fascinating and entertaining.
—on one occasion he was about to be another victim of your stone eyes, if not because you had enough reflex to look elsewhere in time to save his ass.
—he genuinely smiled in fascination when he saw it in action. he even looked at the recently turned-into-stone person in awe.
Also, I'm well aware that I don't have Akame Ga Kill in my fandoms list. But I've been working on this one shot for a few years, and while it was supposed to be posted onto wattpad, I decided to post it here. I will not do request for this fandom unless it's for Leone. Yes, this is favouritism.
[This is either in the afterlife or an alive AU, i’m not entirely sure. it’s up to you guys :) but all nightraid characters are here :P]
“waiit, Lubbock!” Y/n hiccuped, holding their cider tightly in their hand and stumbling to get onto their feet to stop their friend from doing something stupid. “You don’t have to do this, man! just- just come back and sit with meeee!” the shorter of the two whined at Lubbock.
He just chuckled at how drunk Y/n had become from all of the cider they drank. “Noo, no, I want to do this for you! I’ll make sure she plays with us, okay?” Lubbock grinned before walking out to the hall and yelling at the top of his lungs, “WE’RE PLAYING SPIN THE BOTTLE IN HERE, COME JOIN US!” and before Y/n could say anything more, the rest of Night Raid came down to join them. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” he grinned before placing the empty bottle on the ground.
Everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice him rig the bottle. Even Mine seemed to be too out of it to notice the thin wires. “Alright, who goes first?” Lubbock grinned at everyone as Sheele raised her hand,
“I’ll go first.” She spun the bottle and it landed on Chelsea. The two women looked at each other as Chelsea smirked cockily while she crawled over to Sheele, kissing the other, then moved back to her spot.
Chelsea spun the bottle, giving Tatsumi a wink causing Mine’s jealousy to spike as she hugged him, shooting a death glare at Chelsea. However, it didn’t land on him. It landed on Bulat. The two shrugged and kissed. Bulat immediately wiping off his mouth before spinning the bottle himself.
Finally, Lubbock's plan could move to phase three. Bulat and Leone kissed, the two laughing the whole time.
Now, here’s the thing about Lubbock. While he may be perverted and a total pain in the ass sometimes, he loved his friends and would do anything for them. So when Y/n had drunkenly confessed about their feelings towards the blonde butch of the group, he suggested playing spin the bottle. Y/n didn’t realize to what lengths he would go for his best friend. Rigging the game to set the two up.
And when Leone spun the bottle, Lubbock pulled on the strings and made the bottle stop on Y/n. Without anyone noticing. Y/n’s face turned red, almost looking uncomfortable with the result. Their best friend just nudged them with a grin and a wink. Leone had already made her way over to the two, and as she sat down on Y/n’s lap, she said, “we don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable. I mean, I don’t wanna lose, but I don't want to force you either.” she smiled at Y/n, it was a surprisingly sweet smile.
“No.. no, it’s not that.. er.. well.. I do want to play! it’s just.. um..” Y/n couldn’t finish their sentence before grabbing their cider and taking a big clunk. Then they kissed Leone, trying to convey their feelings through the drunken kiss. And once it was over, Y/n muttered out that they liked the blonde before getting up and leaving. Their face, as hot as a furnace as Y/n retreated back to their own room.
Leone just looked stunned before smiling and getting up. “You guys continue without us~” she winked at left, following Y/n to their room.
“Hey, don't be too loud!” Lubbock said, the rest of the group blushing and giggling at what was happening.
“No promises!” Leone yelled back, vanishing in the hallway. Once she arrived at the room, Leone knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” She asked with a grin.
The door opened to reveal Y/n, blushing and confused. “Why’re you here?” they looked up at the taller woman from behind the door.
“Well, that was pretty cowardly of you. Leaving me there with the others after that confession.” She walked in with force, not waiting for Y/n to open the door more. “I couldn't let you slip away that easily.” Leone purred as she walked up to them, towering over the drunk and timid Y/n.
“What are you getting at, Leone?” Y/n asked, taking a step back. They felt somewhat uncomfortable in this situation. Not because they didn't like it. It was for the opposite reason.
They loved Leone and wanted Leone to love them, but Y/n also had heavy self-esteem issues and didn't think they were good enough for the lioness-like woman.
“I'm saying, I like you too.” Leone said with a toothy grin. “I want you.” She grabbed Y/n's hands, holding them in her own.
Her statement got Y/n to blush more as they swallowed hard. “You do..?” They muttered out, like it was an impossible outcome. They weren't sure if this was a dream or not.
“If you'll have me.” Leone cupped their cheek, but not before guiding a strand of hair behind their ear. Y/n couldn't believe their eyes. Leone was blushing.
It stunned them. This woman, who seemed so confident and so far out of their reach, was looking at them with such love and adoration. They could only nod as an answer. But it didn't matter how they answered, just that they did. And Leone couldn't help but be overjoyed at this.
She leaned forward, her face stopping an inch away from theirs as she looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for any kind of rejection at the action. Instead, Y/n leaned the rest of the way in, kissing the woman they had been dreaming about since they met her.
The kiss quickly became heated, the two couldn't help it. It was probably thanks to the alcohol in their systems.
What was also probably due to the alcohol was how ballsy Y/n really was at the moment. They had always seen themself as submissive. So it came to a surprise to both parties when Y/n started to take the lead.
With Leone on the bed, laying on her back and Y/n on top of her, she was gasping and whimpering every time they kissed her neck or dragged their fingers over the skin of her collarbone and chest. “You're so pretty~” Y/n murmured into her ear. “So pretty..~”
“Stop teasing me..” She pleaded, hiding her face in her hands. This was unbelievable! She had always been the more dominant one in nature. But now the roles were reversed for some reason. “Please, Y/n..” Leone whined.
Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “wow~ you’re so submissive~!” They teased. Then they kissed her collarbone, then a little further down. Then stopped, “may I?” Y/n asked, and they may have been drunk, but they weren't about to proceed without proper consent.
“Y-” Leone took a second to clear her throat before continuing. “Yes.” She blushed. She couldn't help it. She wasn't used to this much love from someone. Let alone in this scenario. And the fact that despite Y/n's clear drunkenness, they didn't force themself onto her like others had.
They wanted her to enjoy herself.
And Y/n made good on that. They were gentle with her.
When they thumbed over her nipples and left hickeys all over her, they said a lot of small praises like “You're so pretty” and “so good for me..” or “you're so brave and so strong, but I want to treat you now, pretty girl.” Praising her was so easy when they admired her so much.
They were so gentle with her. She had heard about how they liked to bite people they loved. Hell, she had been bitten a few times before as well, but here there were no teeth. And not because they didn't think she could handle it, they knew she could. But right now, it wasn't about them. It was about her. Y/n’s bites were selfish, so their biting held no place here.
Leone gasped, Y/n had taken one of her nipples in their mouth and was sucking on it, their tongue teasing the small bud. And a smile appeared on their lips against her when they felt Leone's fingers comb through their hair and hold their head in place.
The soft whimpers that Y/n heard just made them want to do more. And so, with a rough squeeze, they kissed their way over to the other side, taking her other nipple into their mouth and giving it the same treatment.
Once their focus on her chest stopped, Y/n looked up at her face again. “Lower..?” Their voice was barely audible. And all Leone could do was nod and hum in silent plea.
Y/n moved off of the bed, and proceeded to clumsily yet somehow skillfully remove her pants. A small gasp was heard and Leone suddenly felt self-conscious. Was she not pretty? Did it not look right? Did they change their mind after seeing something they didn't like?
Instead, she heard “You're so beautiful..”
And almost immediately, Y/n fell to their knees and rested their hands on her knees. “I want..” they started, their mind seemingly drifting away under the influence of alcohol. “I want to taste you. Can I?”
Why did they kind of sound excited when they asked that? Like she was their treat? It didn't matter, since it still made her feel special, fuzzy inside. Though, that could have been the alcohol.
“Please..” She gasped. She couldn't not be honest about it. She wanted them to eat her out. And that was special. None of the others she had been with treated her this well or did this for her and not out of selfishness. Hell, if she wanted any real pleasure, she would always have to take control. But it was nice to be pampered like this. It's why she was more dominant often. But with Y/n, their focus was solely on pleasuring her. “I want you..”
Y/n’s face burned as they looked up at her with a wide eyed awe. It made her giggle. And they smiled at her at the noise. Then they peppered kisses from her knees, up her thighs and- they completely hopped over her core, where she needed them most. Instead they kissed down her other thigh.
“Y- Y/n.. please..” Leone begged, her voice weak. And it just made the smaller of the two giggle.
“So needy~” they bit down on her inner thigh, making her yelp with surprise.
“Y/n!!”
The person in question could only chuckle as they placed their cheek against Leone's thigh. She was so pretty from this angle.
Feeling as though they've done enough teasing, Y/n finally gave her what she wanted. They moved their head in, resting snuggly between her thighs as their lips found their way around her clit.
The sudden contact made Leone startle, shuddering under Y/n with a gasp. And Leone could tell that Y/n had never done this before because, this wasn’t that great. It wasn't even good. But she still felt amazing. She was drunk and honestly drunk sex is the best sex in her opinion, because it doesn't need to be that good for her to still feel amazing. That was until-
“FUCK-! Y/n- Y/n, baby, careful...” Leone gripped Y/n’s hair and tried to yank them away after they bit her. “no-.. no biting.. please..”
"Sor-sorry! you just.. I just-.. I'm sorry..” They apologised. It sounded like they wanted to say something else, but..
“What is it?” Leone asked, her voice caring as she sat up on the bed. And Y/n shook their head.
“Nothing, Leone, you just taste like candy.. I kind of forgot what was happening..” Y/n blushed with a giggle.
And Leone couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. Y/n, the sweet little cinnamon roll, had thought of Leone as candy and actually started trying to eat her. Maybe drunk sex with this dork wasn’t the best idea.
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Yea, sorry for the weird post. Might make a part two if I feel like it. But silly ending!!
