#bruno bucciarati fanfic
Text
Beautiful Liar
Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader
Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...
Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)
First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!
Word Count: 2.1k
I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF
I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.
Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.
Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:
“What are you doing sitting all alone?”
Bucciarati.
“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:
“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.
“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:
“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”
“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:
“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”
“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:
“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:
“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”
“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:
“You heard me.”
“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:
“Then what is it, amore?”
I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.
“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”
“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:
“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”
“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”
“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”
The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.
He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?
“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.
“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.
I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?
With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.
“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.
“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”
It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.
Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.
I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:
“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”
“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:
“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”
“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.
For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.
My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:
“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”
His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.
Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.
Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:
“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”
“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.
He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.
“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.
Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.
“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”
Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.
“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.
Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.
“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”
I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.
“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.
“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”
“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.
“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:
“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”
“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.
“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.
“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:
“I just never had someone like you.”
“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.
I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.
Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:
“Only your capo.”
“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”
“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”
“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”
His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.
“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”
“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”
He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”
“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”
His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”
#jojos bizarre adventure#jojos bizarre adventure golden wind#jojos bizarre adventure fic#jojos bizarre adventure fanfic#jojos bizarre adventure smut#jojos bizarre adventure imagine#jojos bizarre adventure oneshot#jojos bizzare adventure#bruno bucciarati#bruno bucciarati x reader#bruno bucciarati x y/n#bruno bucciarati imagine#bruno bucciarati fic#bruno bucciarati fanfic#bruno bucciarati smut#bruno bucciarati oneshot#bruno buccellati#bruno bucellati x reader#bruno bucellati imagine#bruno bucellati fic#bruno bucellati smut#bruno bucellati oneshot#read and enjoy
483 notes
·
View notes
Text
JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating
NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+
Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader
Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)
Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Jotaro Kujo
Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.
What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.
Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.
But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.
And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.
He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.
You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.
“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.
Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair.
The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.
He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth.
You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.
His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly.
“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.
Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.
The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit.
He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body.
It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.
He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.
His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs.
It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips.
He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers.
His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more.
It has no use stopping now.
Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust.
He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand.
He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him.
His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.
Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.
He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face.
His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours.
Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips.
He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you.
A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs.
He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.
A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done.
His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand.
Bruno Bucciaratti
It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before.
Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.
You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job.
It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that.
He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face.
And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait.
His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette.
Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body.
He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself.
When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed.
He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.
The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts.
Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy.
The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable.
“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you.
He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.
You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.
You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid.
You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze.
He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers.
The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot.
Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.
“Sorry did I-“
“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.
The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever.
He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway.
Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.
A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind.
His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him.
He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead.
He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.
His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock.
The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.
He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.
Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head.
He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist.
A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.
His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic.
Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you.
Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white.
His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.
This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table.
Josuke Higashikata
Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?
It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually.
Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination.
You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.
It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.
Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.
Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.
You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away.
Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks.
His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock.
What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night.
You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.
Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever.
But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light.
Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him.
He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch.
What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan.
His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass.
A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face.
He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit.
Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy.
He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself.
He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand.
Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.
He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.
He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high.
Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show.
Rohan Kishibe
Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.
He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does.
You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.
You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.
Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction.
Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours.
“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so.
Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent.
“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat.
He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t.
The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day.
He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.
Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest.
Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.
It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers.
Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.
Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock.
His mind is somewhere entirely else.
He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice.
He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length.
Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.
“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.
He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock.
“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.
He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand.
He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.
A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.
“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained.
A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”
He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white.
He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you.
“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.
Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made.
Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now.
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.
It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress.
And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?
You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.
After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.
And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.
He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself.
Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again.
It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.
He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly.
The little insect reels through the air, heading for you.
You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.
It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.
You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.
And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again.
He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun.
Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening.
This is harmless. This is okay.
But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts.
He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.
Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.
His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds.
His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.
Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock.
His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.
His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier.
He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers.
Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.
He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you.
He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied.
Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you.
With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.
He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.
Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.
He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand.
Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things.
©sweetdreamlandstuff
#jjba smut#jjba fanfic#jojo smut#jotaro smut#jotaro x reader#jotaro x you#bruno bucellati x reader#bruno bucciarati x reader#bruno smut#giorno giovanna x reader#giorno smut#giorno x reader#josuke smut#josuke x you#josuke x reader#rohan x reader#rohan smut
4K notes
·
View notes
Note
Is it okay if I request the members of passione from Golden Wind reacting to a stand user whose stand is legitimately a HUGE teddy bear?
Hello!! Sure! Here's your coffee, enjoy your drink!
Bucci Gang with a reader that has a teddy bear looking stand
Giorno Giovanna
Giorno finds its appearance interesting, although he isn't very shocked by it, as he just presents himself.
"Hello, I'm Giorno Giovanna," he says as your stand opens for a hug, and he complies.
If a small part of the teddy stuffing happens to come out, Giorno turns it into a butterfly or ladybug that goes either to you or your stand.
Sometimes, he will bring home little flower crowns he made for your stand, as well as small flowers, which look adorable due to the size difference between your teddy and the flowers.
Giorno brought home a little silk magenta bow—the color of his suit— to place around your stand.
He stitched a little flower and a ladybug somewhere on your teddy.
When Giorno arrives home from an exhausting mission, he isn't much for talking, avoiding contact since he's stressed and interactions could make him snap easily. On those days, sometimes you surprise him with your stand in his room so that he can relax (even if he isn't as attached to it as much as the others are) On those days, you are greeted by the sight of a ladybug on your stand's nose the next time you see it.
Pannacotta Fugo
At first, Fugo is curious about it, asking you questions about its abilities and why it has that appearance.
If it ever rips a stitch or two, Fugo would certainly like to help sew it again, as it will give him a chance to learn more about your stand. But it also becomes a kind of therapeutic activity for him. So, after a fight, when your stand has lots of rips and stitches open, Fugo likes to sew it together. He also enjoys talking with your stand while he stitches it.
"We're done stitching. That was more than the last time, [stand name],"
He says, patting your stand as it stands up, opening its arms, offering a hug that Fugo obliges and accepts.
"Y/N should buy a stitching kit for you"
Fugo always checks to see if the stitching is holding up and if it doesn't have any rips. Although Fugo likes it, he isn't a fan of lying down or sleeping on it, but he still enjoys spending time with it.
As we all know, Fugo has anger management problems, and if you let him, he'll use your stand to help with his anger. When angry, whether at someone else or your stand, Fugo will sometimes hit your stand, usually with punches or slaps. Unfortunately, if Fugo has a sharp object around, he will use it on your stand. Luckily, it doesn't let Fugo hurt itself or you.
Although Fugo enjoys spending time with it, its large body and lack of size awareness don't make him the most agile of stands. So, Fugo sometimes gets very angry at it for knocking things over and bumping into people.
Fugo stitches a little chibi Purple Haze face on it.
Bruno Bucciarati
Although everyone has a soft spot for your stand, Bruno is the one who actually takes the most care of it, as he tells you when a stitch is loose, the fur is dirty, or when there's a rip in it.
He absolutely loves to run his hands through its fur when relaxing.
Bruno, as the Capo, is a very busy man. Often, his stress builds up, whether it be from a mission or taking care of the other 6 children gangsters, and he just needs a moment to be vulnerable. Although he doesn't show it very easily, as your relationship progresses, he asks if you can "lend" your stand sometimes. He goes to more private places, hugs them, vents, or cries, letting his emotions out.
After having many of his hair clippers stolen by Narancia to put on your stand, Bruno gives one for your stand to use. He also sews a zipper from Sticky Fingers.
Bruno also likes to talk with your stand.
"Good morning, Y/N, and you too, [stand name]," he says, caressing its fur.
It has also made Bruno cry a couple of times. On days when he was very stressed, it just offered a hug, and Bruno reciprocated, shedding a few tears, proceeding to thank it.
In fights, both your stands make a good team, as Sticky Fingers can open your stand and place any valuable or sensitive items inside it, protecting them.
Leone Abbacchio
At first, Leone pretends not to care that much. In fact, while the two of you don't have much of a connection, Leone won't have many reactions or interactions with your stand. But as your relationship evolves, Leone will slowly but certainly loosen up with your stand.
He will start out by caressing its short fur when away from others or laying his head on its shoulder. Even if sometimes you are away (you can still tell what is going on, as you can feel it). He then starts to get more physical, laying his head, then his torso, and slowly relaxing.
Let's agree, that man doesn't get much sleep for whatever reason it may be, so he frequently takes a nap on your stand when no one is around (although you can feel it).
When Abbacchio comes back home drunk, he lays down and sleeps on it.
Overall, as your relationship progresses, Abbacchio feels more and more comfortable with your teddy. So, when he's already comfortable talking about his problems, he goes to your teddy, hugs it, and rants about his problems, which you can hear.
There are very few wine droplets on your teddy bear from those nights Abbacchio comes home drunk.
Sometimes, when away from you, he likes to use Moody Blues to lay on it and find some comfort."
Narancia Ghirga
Certainly, the one who has the most fun with it.
Narancia was very excited the first time he met your stand. He ran towards it with arms open, jumped, threw himself at it, and hugged it as it fell back. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed, caressing the teddy bear's fur.
Narancia loves its fur and really likes to tug and play with it, making silly patterns.
He also enjoys sleeping on it and uses it as a sofa and a pillow. He's definitely attached to it 24/7 and even tries to give it food, shoving it into its stitched and sewn mouth.
Narancia also has a lot of fun trying to dress your stand, putting it in shirts that are huge and still too small, and placing little hair accessories on its fur, such as bows and hair clips (he even stole some from Bruno to place on it). He and Mista do this together.
Narancia saw Fugo stitching on your stand, so he and Fugo spent some time together, as Fugo tried to teach him to stitch. After some stabs on the cheeks and hands, he is able to stitch a poorly drawn plane with "Aerosmith" written on the side.
Like Abbacchio, your stand is a source of comfort for Narancia. That's why he's constantly hugging it, seeking the attention and care he didn't really get in his younger years.
Guido Mista
At first, Mista is very scared and untrustful of it, but soon he loses his fears and grows to like it very much. When he first sees it, he's very shocked and scared.
"HEH!? WHAT IS THAT!?!?" he yelps the shock causing him to make his figure smaller and take a few steps back.
'It is just [stand name],' you say as Mista approaches the teddy bear, placing a hand on its eyelids and opening them, inspecting it with a very investigative face. He furrows his eyebrows and, when he is done, crosses his arms in front of his chest.
'Yeah, but it's so strange that-' Mista stops mid-sentence as he's embraced by your stand's hug and falls along with it, laying his head on its belly.
'Y/N!!! What are YOU... doing?' The last word is said softly as Mista relaxes and snuggles against your stand.
'Okay, it isn't that bad,' he says as he finishes snuggling and is now finally relaxed. You let out a small laugh. 'I told you.'
After meeting your stand for the first time, Mista talks to it, even if it doesn't answer back.
'You know, big guy, at first I didn't like you, but we're on good terms, yeah?' Guido says, with his head laid on your stand's belly.
After fights and just overall tiring days, Mista likes to sleep and rest on your stand. The Sex Pistols also really like your stand; they like to play on it, climbing on it and using it as a slide, and, just like Mista, sometimes rest on it. The Sex Pistols like to sew with loose strings on your teddy bear.
He and the Sex Pistols are deffinetly the reson for most of your stand's rips and loose stitches.
#jjba headcanons#jjba fanfic#jjba part 5#guido mista x reader#jjba x reader#giorno x reader#giorno headcanons#bruno x reader#bruno bucciarati#fugo x reader#narancia x reader#jjba golden wind
257 notes
·
View notes
Text
For @horseys-blog <3
How the Bucci Gang reacts to having to sleep next too their crush
Bucci gang x reader
Buccarati
Oh lord, he's not letting you go alone tonight, you were so beat up from the last battle it would be unsafe for him to leave you alone
But when you told him you only had one bed and INSISTED he not sleep on the floor he was shaken up a bit
Totally protectively grabbed you in his sleep and didn't let you go even when he woke up, he was lucky to get this close to you
Made you breakfast when he woke up
Abbaccio
He didn't want to (he totally did) sleep next to you thats just how it happened you were stuck in the same bed because Mista had insisted he wasn't sleeping with narancia again so he was sleeping in the same bed as you, which was fine, right?
Nope.
So now he was here, arms at his side, not moving, he was so glad you were asleep because now you couldn't see his red face
God he tried to be smooth but so close to you he just couldn't hold up the act anymore
He gently moved his arm closer to you, just like he had hoped, you grabbed onto him
He could die happy, his life is complete
Giorno
Actually very chill about it
Bruno didn't have enough rooms? Alright he can sleep next to you.
Actually asks you if you want to move closer when you start shivering and you gladly curled into him
His arms were wrapped around you and your legs were tangled by the morning
Needless to say Mista and Narancia have pictures
Fugo
This is fine, he is fine, he is toootally fine, is what he thinks
But
Noooope he is burning up so much he takes the blanket off, his mind says leave but his heart says "just hug themmmm"
He can't bring himself to do it so he's a bit glad when you move closer
"Umm uhhh" he's stuttering he can't think straight
But he might take Mista up on a dare again if it means being close to you
Mista
He is the one grabbing you this time
He has waited so long for this chance he is not letting it go
Probably boops your in your sleep, you're just too cute right now he can't help it!
He holds onto you for dear life, but he gets so red when you grab onto his shirt in his sleep, put your nose in his neck, he might pass away right there
Teases you about it for week
Narancia
Unlike the others he invited you to sleep over!
Falls asleep while watching a movie, like full on on top of you, spread eagle
Wakes up and is about to apologize and move off but he sees you face he can't bring himself to move
You look so peaceful he doesn't want to wake you up!
So he just stays, comfortable and happy on your chest <3
#jjba#jjba fluff#bruno bucciarati#bucci gang x reader#bruno bucellati x reader#abbaccio x reader#abbaccio fluff#giorno x reader#giorno fluff#fugo x reader#fugo fluff#mista x reader#Mista fluff#narancia x reader#narancia fluff#Bruno fluff#jjba vento auero#vento auero x reader#y/n#jjba fanfic
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
Love your writings! Enemies to lovers with our favourite capo? 👀
Enemies to Lovers - Bruno Bucciarati
notes - SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMFG! It's literally been in my ask box for a year dude. It might not be the best and I apologize, but nonetheless, it was still fun. I hope you enjoy, even if it's silly.
word count - 861
You were told to kill Bruno Bucciarati.
It was part of the job. Kill important people, make lots of money. Easy right?
You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied up your hair and hid a knife in a garter around your leg. You felt… pretty. You smiled at yourself and turned to look at your outfit.
A ball with mafia members wasn’t rare, and it wasn’t rare that you went to them. You had actually met Bruno on several occasions.
It was such a shame you had to kill the poor man.
He was kind. Kinder than a lot of people you had met on the job. Kind, but he hated you. You knew he did. The way he would look at you over his glass of champagne from across the room, you just knew he wanted to kill you.
Frankly, you didn’t like him much either. You weren’t supposed to be kind in the mafia. If he was supposed to be any sort of boss, he should act like one. You were busting your ass just to hope that you would get promoted while he was building his way up dressed like a model.
You felt really good about the night to come. Never had you been so… nervous about a job.
You walked to the car that was waiting for you just outside of your house and you crawled in, thanking the driver.
It wasn’t a long drive, just a stressful one. You could feel your hands shaking. You had done this a thousand times before, so why was it so hard all of the sudden? You took a deep breath as the car stopped in front of a large mansion. You thanked the driver again and stepped out. The knife you hid was still securely against your thigh, so you walked to the entrance without a second thought.
The ballroom was crowded. Full of thousands of members of the mafia trying to make deals and kill each other. The energy was ecstatic. You loved it.
You scanned the room trying to get something. Anything. Any sign that Bruno was there. He had to be there. You saw dozens of familiar faces, so where was he?
“Hello, y/n.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Bruno behind you. You turned around and smiled wryly at him.
“Bucciarati.” You nodded.
“How lovely to see you.” He smiled.
“You as well.”
“Champagne?” He held out a glass to you with golden, bubbly liquid.
You took it with a smile. “How considerate.” You took a long sip, not once taking your eyes off of Bruno. The knife on your leg was getting antsy.
“Would you care to dance?” Bruno asked.
He was making this easy for you… too easy. You gave him a side eye, but took his hand anyway, setting your drink down on the table, knowing that you would probably never see it again.
Bruno swept you onto the dance floor, perfectly wrapping his arm around your waste. Dare you think that he was trying to make you fall in love.
“So, what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.
“What everyone else is doing here.” you answered vaguely.
“Always so clever.” he chuckled, shaking his head.
You two danced for a while. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest and give you away if you didn't do anything soon.
“Everything all right?” Bruno asked.
You smiled. “Mhm. Just fine.”
“It’s getting crowded in here,” he whispered in your ear. “Let’s take this to the garden.”
Now you knew that he had figured out something. You were screwed if you followed him, but you were even more screwed if you didn’t. You let him lead you to the garden and tried to keep some sanity. It was a simple job. It was the least you could do.
It was cold out. But the kind of cold that you enjoy after time in the beating sun. A chill ran down your spine, but you didn't mind it.
Bruno sat on a bench next to some daisies and patted the open spot next to him. You sat next to him and looked up at the stars and moon. Now or never.
“Who’s paying you to kill me?” Bruno asked.
You weren’t shocked.
“Can't tell you.” you said.
He hummed in response. “I see. Well, are you going to do it?”
You looked over at him and chuckled. “No, I don’t think so.”
“No? Don't tell me you’re going soft.”
You slowly took the knife out and twirled it in your hand. “Not soft. I just think I brought the wrong weapon.”
Bruno laughed and leaned back on the bench. “Some other time then?”
You looked at the knife. “Yeah. Some other time.”
You turned to pull the knife out on him, to actually get the job done, but Bruno planted a quick kiss on your cheek and disappeared.
That knife wouldn’t have been of much help anyway.
Strangely, you longed for the next meeting with Bruno. To perhaps actually get the job done with a better weapon and a long dance.
~~~~~
jjba masterlist (2) (3) (4) | pinned post | ko-fi
2024 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated <3
~~~~~
#THANKS ANON!#i hope you enjoy even if it's kinda dorky <3#tonberry answers#asks#anon#requests#jjba#writing#fanfic#my writing#fanfiction#<3#jjba x reader#jojos bizarre adventure#jojos bizarre adventure x reader#bruno#bruno x reader#bruno bucciarati#bruno bucciarati x reader#x reader
58 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ragazza Sporca 2.0
Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.
❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+
Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.
This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.
Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.
Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.
You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.
It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.
And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.
And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.
You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.
"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.
"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"
Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.
"W-wait just give me a second."
Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?
Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.
"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.
"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.
Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.
"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."
He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.
"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.
Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.
"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"
Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.
"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."
"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."
Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.
Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.
You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.
With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?
Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.
"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"
You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.
Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"
Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"
"N-no, what? I wasn't—"
Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.
"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"
Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.
"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)
Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.
"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"
"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"
"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.
"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.
"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."
Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.
"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."
Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.
Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?
Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.
"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.
You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.
"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.
Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."
"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.
Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.
"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"
Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.
Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."
Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"
You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.
"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.
You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.
"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.
You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"
"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.
You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.
"I... imagine y-you touching me."
"Where?"
"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.
"Do you want me to touch this again?"
"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."
To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.
"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."
Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.
Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.
"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.
"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.
"I want more, I want you."
Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.
"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."
You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.
"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.
Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.
"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.
"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."
Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.
"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.
Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.
With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.
Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.
"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."
Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.
"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)
Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.
Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.
With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?
Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.
Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.
"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.
The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.
"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.
Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.
"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)
"Yes, Capo."
Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.
"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)
Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.
"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"
You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.
"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)
The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.
Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.
"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)
Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.
Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.
"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)
Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"
"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)
Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.
"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)
Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.
"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.
"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."
"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.
Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.
"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.
Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.
"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.
Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.
"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.
"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.
Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.
"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.
Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.
"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"
Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.
"Or do you?"
"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.
Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.
"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.
Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.
"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)
Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.
"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.
You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.
"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.
Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.
"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.
Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.
"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.
Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.
"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.
"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)
Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.
Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.
"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)
"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.
Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.
"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)
You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.
Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.
There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.
Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.
"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)
Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."
Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.
"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."
You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.
"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."
Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.
"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)
A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"
A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.
"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.
Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."
You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.
"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)
Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.
"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)
Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.
"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.
Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.
"You didn't have to, but thank you."
Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.
"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."
Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.
Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.
"Bruno," you call out.
Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.
"Is your shower really broken?"
Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.
"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"
"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."
Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"
"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.
"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."
Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.
"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.
He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?
"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."
Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.
"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.
You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."
"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)
The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.
"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"
"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."
Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."
Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.
#bruno buccellati x reader#bruno bucciarati x reader#bruno buccellati#bruno bucciarati#jojo part 5#jjba fanfic#jojo fanfic#jojo vento aureo#jjba x reader#jojo smut#ao3 works#smut fanfiction#this is a 2.0 version of my original on ao3#jjba#jjba smut#my work
890 notes
·
View notes
Text
How the bucci gang sleep hcs
This has been in my drafts since January wtf
BRUNO BUCCIARATI + LEONE ABBACCHIO
all over the place
there is not a single time where these two have woken up in the same position they fell asleep in
like they'll fall asleep spooning, then they'll wake up with half of Bruno's limbs zipped off and Abbacchio sprawled across the bed in a position that looks uncomfortable with her foot in Bruno's face
one of Bruno's legs is probably on the floor and Abbacchio is most likely cuddling one of his arms
they're just used to it at this point
"Leone can you pass me my leg?" "m'kay"
Narancia came in to wake them up one time and screamed because Bruno zipped his head off in his sleep
Mista and Trish teased him about it for weeks
anyway i bet on my life that Bruno and Abba bring out their stands in their sleep
just randomly while they're sleeping Sticky Fingers and Moody Blues pop out
they just look at each other, then down at their users, then back to each other
they end up cuddling too (SENTIENT STANDS SUPREMACY)
it's so cute when Bruno and Abba wake up and see that their stand are cuddling
also Bruno's hair may look perfect 24/7 but in the morning it's SO. FUCKING. MESSY.
he has to immediately brush his hair so no one sees it like that
except Abbacchio
SPEAKING OF ABBACCHIO
when she wakes up her hair is also a mess
just slightly less messy
she has breakfast before she does anything else, then she immediately does her make-up
also don't be surprised if Bruno has Abbacchio's lipstick stains all over his body in the morning
it just means he sucked some girl dick last night
usually on those days Abbacchio wakes up with smudged make-up that she forgot to take off
also Abbacchio has frequent nightmares and often times wakes up in the middle of the night
she doesn't like telling anyone and calms herself down before going back to sleep
Bruno knows about it though
GIORNO GIOVANNA + PANNACOTTA FUGO
these guys are like the opposite of Bruno and Abba
they'll fall asleep cuddling and wake up in the exact same position
usually Fugo's the big spoon because he doesn't like being the little spoon
brings back bad memories y'know?
but anyway they sometimes also bring out their stands in their sleep
GER most of the time
it just likes to pop out to see what's happening
sometimes in the morning when Fugo wakes up, he'll roll over and see GER staring him dead in the eyes
he screams loud enough to wake everyone up
nara, mista and trish all tease him about it
"Did someone get scared~?" "SHUT UP NARANCIA! IT WAS JUST STARING ME DEAD IN THE EYES!" "Pussy lmao" "MISTA" "Nah the boys are right, you are kind of a pussy" "TRISH!"
sometimes purple haze comes out while Fugo's asleep
GER just pops out and hangs out with ph for a bit
anyway Fugo's hair is always a pain in the ass when he wakes up
as for Giorno... uh...
picture Dio's hair but longer
he looks like a younger version of shadow Dio too in the morning lmao
also Giorno bites shit in his sleep
and he's got some sharp canine teeth
the pros of being half-vampire
don't be surprised if when they wake up there's bite marks on Fugo's arms
or if Giorno's biting a pillow
if Giorno's had a stressful day he might move around in his sleep too
not much usually, but one time he ended up sleepwalking
Fugo woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that Giorno wasn't there
panic
he eventually found Giorno wandering around the garden and muttering to himself
it was really funny when Fugo snapped him out of it
then they went back to bed and Giorno bit Fugo's hand so hard it drew blood
true love at it's finest
sometimes Fugo has nightmares and Giorno has to wake him up
on more rare occasions Giorno has a nightmare and wakes up Fugo because he's trembling and shaking so much
GUIDO MISTA
snores
that's about it
he'll sleep in any position there is possible and he'll be comfy in all of them
he's also the deepest sleeper in the team
this guy moves around a lot too
he'll fall asleep in fetal position against the wall, then he'll wake up halfway across the room with his blanket tangled in his legs
sleepovers with him are a nightmare because not only does he snore, but this man also sleeptalks
one time Narancia and Trish were sleeping in his room and they woke up to him mumbling about how far his ass is
they recorded it in case they ever needed to blackmail him
but yeah this guy is a mess
He sleeps naked too
Balls out and everything
Unless Trish and Narancia are sleeping over
In thy case he leaves his pants on
Also on hot nights he SWEATS
This guy naturally runs warm, he gets hot during the night
NARANCIA GHIRGA
Eeperton
Bro sleeps like a baby
Nara just kinda sleeps wherever
He hardly even uses his own room unless someone carries him there
Honk mmimimimi honk mimimimimi
Also they sleep with their blanket wrapped around them like a cocoon
My guy is snug as a bug in a rug fr
This mf does not make ANY noise in their sleep
Completely silent
The amount of times people have thought they were dead because of this is quite a hefty amount
Sleeby
The missile is very sleepy
If they sleep next to someone they cling on for dear life
Also they're a blanket hog
They do not move at all either
TRISH UNA
She sleeps in a princess bed
Also a quiet sleeper
But she does move, unlike Narancia
Goes to sleep like she's in a casket at her funeral and wakes up face down on the opposite side of the bed
If she forgets to take her makeup off before bed she screams and tells Giorno to buy her self-care products
Live laugh love Trish
Sometimes she sleeps with Sheila E (I wish lesbians were real💔💔)
#mister silly#silly little guy#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba part 5#jojo golden wind#fugio#giorno giovanna#jjba giorno#fugo pannacotta#jjba fugo#jjba fanfic#jojo fanfic#jjba hcs#jojo headcanons#headcanon#jjba headcanons#guido mista#abbacchio leone#jjba bruno#bruno bucciarati#bruabba#bruno x abbacchio#giorno x fugo#fugo x giorno#narancia ghirga#trish una
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
Adoring Stands
Here’s another JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure fanfic! I love Mista with my whole heart, and I came up with this idea the other day and had to write it down. As always gif and characters are not mine, and if anyone would like to make a request, please feel free to ask!
Description: Guido Mista’s stand, Six Bullets, absolutely adore the reader, and they love to show the bullets affection in return. When Mista tries to rest after an exhausting mission, he is greeted by an adorable sight.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting and violence from the mission, otherwise none (if I miss something though, don’t be afraid to point it out!)
After a successful mission, the Bucciarati gang loved to go back to the Libeccio for a five course dinner. Bruno spared no expense when it came to boosting the moral of his comrades, and each person took their seat in their usual spots. Abbachio sat to Mista’s left, his headphones playing classical music as he drank from his wine glass. To Mista’s right was Y/N L/N, the newest member of the team, followed by Fugo and Narancia. Bruno and Giorno sat across from Y/N and Mista.
“Excellent work today, Y/N. I must say your fighting skills continue to impress me.” Bruno commented as he took a bite from his garlic bread.
Y/N gave a slight smile as they bowed their head in respect. “Thank you, Bucciarati, but the mission would have failed without the help from the rest of the team.”
“Come on, don’t be so modest! You totally kicked that stand user’s ass.” Mista playfully nudged Y/N in the ribs, and they returned the favor by punching him in the shoulder. Narancia snickered at Mista and Y/N’s antics, and the rest shared knowing looks. The chemistry between the two of them had always been present, and the others loved to tease Mista about when he would make an actual move.
“What are you laughing at, uomo idiota?” Mista asked as he glared at Narancia.
The younger boy laughed even harder as he twirled spaghetti around on his fork. “It’s nothing, Mista. You’ll figure it out eventually.”
The group continued to eat in silence, or it was silent until Mista’s stand, Six Bullets, complained about their own hunger. They all tried to climb up onto Mista’s plate to steal some of his food, except for Number Five, who had been punched by Number Three and knocked back onto the table. Number Five rubbed his swollen gold cheek as he started to cry, but Y/N quickly scooped them up into their hand.
“Easy now, Number Five, there’s no need for tears. Number three may pick on you, but you are just as valuable as the other bullets. Here, I saved you a little something.” Y/N offered part of their tiramisu cake to Number Five, and the bullet squealed happily as it pulled the dessert off the fork. Number Five quickly shoved the coffee-flavored cake into their mouth before the others caught them in the act.
Number Five hurried back to the group, and they whispered to Number One the kind deed that Y/N had done, hoping to earn some brownie points with the leader of the group. Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Y/N had slipped the Six Bullets desserts or extra snacks on the side apart from what Mista gave them, but it still excited each of them every time.
One by one, the other bullets sneaked off to steal some tiramisu from Y/N, trying their best not to catch Mista’s attention, but he wasn’t a fool. “Y/N! I told you not to sneak extra snacks to these guys! The last thing they need is coffee, especially since I will be the one dealing with the aftermath.” Mista shook his head, but Y/N simply giggled as they looked towards the Six Bullets.
“Do you all promise me you won’t trouble Mista? I would appreciate it if you take it easy on him, and if you behave, I might be able to spare a macaron or two.”
“We promise, Y/N!” The bullets replied in unison, causing Mista to shake his head at them, but Y/N noticed the start of a smile on the Italian’s face. After lunch came to a close, the Bucciarati gang headed back to their secluded hide out to rest. Bruno told them that it would be better if everyone lay low for a while in case other enemy stand users were still searching for them. Fugo and Narancia sat down on the couch in the common room of their hideout since Fugo promised that he would help Narancia with arithmetic problems. Bruno sat at the table by the window drinking a cup of tea and recording the details of the mission. Abbacchio sat across from Bruno listening to Monteverdi, taking a moment to reach across the table and take hold of Bruno’s hand. The capo smiled at the gesture and rubbed his thumb against the back of Abbacchio’s hand. Giorno worked on trimming a bonsai tree that had been a basket a few moments earlier before he transformed it with Golden Wind. The atmosphere radiated with tranquility, that is until Mista started pacing the floor.
The flirty interaction between him and Y/N was not the first, and yet the more time that passed the more that Mista felt something growing deep in his chest. It felt warm and comforting, but at the same time it made his stomach twist into nervous knots. The others told him numerous times that the feelings he experienced each moment he stood beside Y/N was love, but Mista still had some uncertainty. What if Y/N flirted with him for fun? It wouldn’t be the first time someone played with his feelings and left when boredom took over. “I’m going to go lay down for a while. Maybe some rest will help clear my head.” Mista walked down the hall and opened the door to the room he typically slept in.
Mista expected to see an empty bed, but the sight in front of him made his heart leap with joy and astonishment. Y/N laid on their back, their favorite blanket tangled over their legs as their eyes remained closed. The Six Bullets were curled up on Y/N’s chest, also in deep states of sleep. Number Five snored lightly as they nuzzled into the soft fabric of Y/N’s shirt. Mista grinned from ear to ear at the sight in front of him, and he thought to himself that this moment was sweeter than the chocolate cake he had for dessert that afternoon.
Trying his best not to wake Y/N or any of the Six Bullets, Mista crept over to the dresser and sat his hat on the oak furniture, running a hand through his curly locks. He crossed over to the side of the bed that looked the most spacious and settled into the spot. Mista leaned over and lightly touched Y/N’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re hogging my bed, bellissima.”
Y/N let out a groggy mumble as they opened their eyes. Their chest felt heavier than usual, and as soon as they looked down to see what was causing the weight difference, they noticed that the Six Bullets were still snoozing away. “I’m so sorry, Mista,” Y/N apologized. “I thought you were busy, and these guys were ready for their nap, so I offered them a comfortable place to rest. It appears I dozed off myself.”
Mista brushed the back of his knuckles against Y/N’s cheek, causing them to blush. “No need to apologize, especially after the ass kicking you did during our mission today. You deserve the rest, and clearly my Six Bullets are in the same boat.” It was Mista’s turn to blush as he glanced away to look out the window. “They really seem to like you Y/N, adore you is more accurate, and they aren’t the only ones who adore you with all their heart.”
Y/N gasped at Mista’s confession, but they could feel their heart swell with joy from his sentimental words. Y/N had developed feelings for Mista months ago, but after so many failed relationships, they thought that it would be impossible for someone like Mista to reciprocate the feelings. They reached for his hand, and Mista turned back to face Y/N. “I think you should lay down and rest a while too, Mista. I would say that you look even more attractive when you are exhausted, but I wouldn’t dare lie to the person I’ve had a crush on for months.”
A chuckle rumbled from Mista’s chest as he reclined on the bed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling them closer into his warm embrace. The Six Bullets seemed to enjoy the extra warmth from Mista’s sweater as well, and for once in a long time, Mista felt at peace. “I’m glad to hear that you would not lie to me, tesoro, because now that you have confessed your feelings too, I will be by your side for as long as I live.”
Tag list: @pansexualtimcurryvampireelf
Y/N hummed as their eyes drooped shut, sleep taking over once again. Mista fell into his own peaceful dreams, but none of them could compare to his current reality where his dream had already come true.
#guido mista x reader#mista x reader#Mista x reader fluff#guido mista x reader fluff#guido mista#mista#jjba mista#jjba guido mista#jjba#jjba golden wind#jojo’s bizarre adventure#JoJo’s bizarre adventure part five#jjba part 5#team bucciarati#bucciarati gang#jjba fanfic#JoJo’s bizarre adventure fanfic#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#narancia ghirga#pannacotta fugo#giorno giovanna
536 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yandere bruno makes me sick sometimes
Like reading about him from other peoples perspectives scares me— they’re not wrong though.
I could see him as a family man giving you a one way ticket to pregnancy. I could also see him as a little stunted in the romance department. But don’t get me wrong— hopeless romantic all the way. Especially if he’s obsessed with you.
Sitting at the far side of Libbeccio’s, there’s a stifling quiet that seems to encase the both of you.
“I’m sorry bucciarrati but I can’t return those feelings—“
“Forget it.” A stiff smile is etched into Bruno’s face. You definitely can’t forget what just happened or how he’s clutching the fabric of his pants in a white-knuckled grip. The intensity of his glare glues me in place, my body going rigid as he stands from his seat and slowly pushes his chair in.
“I wish you could see things my way.” Confused I ask him what he means by that but I’m silenced when he quickens his pace and gets down on one knee.
‘There’s no damn way he’s gonna—‘ it’s too late as he’s already saying the words loud and proud.
“Marry me.” My eyes go wide and suddenly I’m acutely aware of all the eyes on us. He didn’t have a ring or anything at all in his hand, but they still believed him. I now see what he’s doing. Whether I say yes or no doesn’t matter. Everyone is going to assume that we’re together. He truly is a cunning man.
I shake in my seat, eyes all on me. They all expect me to say yes and no one sees it, but Bruno has already won.
Authors note: this is so dumb
#jjba#jojo bizarre adventure#bruno bucciarati#Bruno#anime#fanfic#yandere bruno bucciarati#yandere bruno#yandere Jojos bizarre adventure#yandere jjba
58 notes
·
View notes
Text
ARM CANDY I LOVE U !!!!!!!!!!! fanart for the most recent chapter of @yokiteryokiter ‘s fic Arm Candy !!!!!!!!! gosh they’re so in love 😻
also happy late birthday bruno 🥳🥳
#jjba#jojo fanart#golden wind#fanart#jojo abbachio#leone abbacchio#bruabba#arm candy#don bucciarati#transfem abbachio#transmasc bucciarati#bruabba au#fanfic fanart#everyone go read arm candy or else#jojo bucciarati#bruno bucciarati#leone abbachio fanart#melone#jojo melone#jojos bizzare adventure golden wind#vento aureo
143 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠
𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
summary: you and the gang meet giorno for the first time
notes: idk what happened i had an urge to write this, but happy late christmas!! i hope everyone who celebrates had a good day! <3
you had been with bucciarati and the rest of the gang for years, you had joined slightly after narancia. you had a great relationship with almost everyone in the gang, they all trusted you and you trusted them. it was great! right now however, you were sitting at the usual meeting spot. you had preferred bucciarati bring this new guy to meet you all back at the house, we’re weren’t bothered to get ready today; but alas, you did. abbacchio was listening to music, mista was reading a book on who knows what, and fugo was trying to teach narancia some math. a pretty normal day.
bucciarati had told you all beforehand that you’d be getting a new member. nobody really seemed to care much, but you thought it’d be a nice idea to get some cake! the waiter rolled it out, and upon hearing the creaking of the wheels moving towards your table, you directed the waiter on where to place the cake slices. once the waiter left, you couldn’t help but almost drool at the strawberry sitting atop of the cake, you just had to have a slice now! you couldn’t wait on this new guy. on your way to grab a slice, you were interrupted.
“hey! whats the deal with this?” you and everyone else turned your heads towards mista, “what do you mean? its strawberry cake?” fugo responded, quite confused on what he meant. “yeah, it looks delicious too..” you added, you could’ve been in your own world with this cake, you didn’t really know. “yeah! i can see that its a strawberry cake” mista spoke, “it’s obviously not chocolate cake, or a cheesecake either! but thats not the point! there are four slices! four! do they want me to die?” mista exclaimed. abbacchio didn’t want to be apart of this conversation, he kept his head phones on. you sighed, “this again mista? get over yourself” “shut up (name)! it’s bad luck to choose one from four! talk about shitty service!” abbacchio got up from his chair, grabbing a slice, you noticed this and did the same, finally getting a slice of this cake that seemed to annoy everyone.
“don’t have a slice then” fugo said, “but i want some strawberry cake!!” “i did it!” narancia spoke up, you hadn’t heard his voice yet, seemed he was focused on the work fugo had set him. you didn’t care much, grabbing your fork and taking a bite, woah! it tasted so good! you could hear narancia and fugo talk about numbers, but you didn’t care. you put your fork down to let your tastebuds sit in wonder at this flavour when all of a sudden fugo grabbed your fork and stabbed narancia in the cheek with it. “hey! fugo what the hell?!” you shouted, fugo seemed to ignore you, grabbing narancias head he shouted, “you stupid asshole! you’re messing with me!” you glared at him, he’s the asshole here, he stole your fork!
you growled before grabbing abbacchio’s fork, he seemed to be finished eating now. “oh jeez hes lost it now” you nodded. “asshole stole my fork” you responded to mista. suddenly, narancia pulled a fork to fugos neck, “i’ll kill you! i’ll kill you fugo!” you didn’t care anymore, served him right you thought. you just continued to eat your cake with abbachios old fork.
“what the hell are you guys doing?!” a new voice spoke up, everyone froze, looking over. “i could hear you all from the entrance. you’re disturbing the other customers” bucciarati walked towards your table, a blonde guy walked behind him. “this is the new member i was telling you about yesterday, this is giorno giovanna” everyone glared at him, including you, right now wasn’t the best time to meet someone new. “i’m giorno giovanna, its a pleasure to meet you all” he spoke up, you eyed him down. he seemed young, 15? 16 maybe? definitely the new youngest member.
you turned back to your cake, you weren’t bothered to respond back to him, it seemed everyone else had the same idea as you did. narancia began apologising to fugo, and fugo even apologised to you too! “hey! i’m the one who brought him here, so be respectful!” bucciarati spoke, his eyebrows furrowed. a waiter came into the room, requesting bucciarati, he nodded, beginning to follow the waiter. “make sure you guys introduce yourself to giorno, got it?” you rolled your eyes, but while doing so, you (and everyone else at the table) noticed abbacchio pulling the teapot to his trousers. you giggled slightly, turning to giorno.
“giorno? was it?” abbacchio spoke, “why don’t you take a seat?” giorno complied, pulling a seat out and sitting down. you couldn’t help but smile as abbacchio poured giorno some ‘tea’ “well, drink up” “thank you for the tea” giorno spoke before pulling the teacup up to his mouth, he stopped in his tracks. “whats wrong giorno? not gonna drink the tea that abbacchio poured out for you?” you spoke, fugo and narancia laughed. “maybe he doesn’t want to be apart of us” mista added, only making everyones smile wider and even more mischievous.  “what the hell’s going on here?” bucciarati had returned, giorno looked up and smiled, “nothing, abbacchio just poured some tea for me” giorno told bucciarati.
then, giorno brought the cup to his lips and downed it in mere seconds. everyone looked at him, shocked. “no freakin’ way..” narancia said. “what did you guys do?” giorno placed the cup on the table, not a trace left. “he actually drank it!” you exclaimed. mista laughed, “no way! did you seriously do that?!” “no! theres no way he could have!” fugo added, trying to figure out how giorno did it. “come on tell me! how’d you do it?” you asked him. giorno shrugged, “who knows? you’re all keeping your abilities secret, aren’t you?” you all gasped, giorno giovanna was a stand user, just like you.
#fanfic#x reader#jojos bizarre adventure#jojos bizzare adventure golden wind#golden wind#vento aureo#jjba fanfic#jjba x reader#jjba vento auero#jjba part 5#platonic bucciarati gang#bucci gang#bucciarati gang x reader#bruno bucciarati#giorno giovanna#leone abbacchio#guido mista#pannacotta fugo#narancia ghirga#platonic bucciarati x reader#bucciarati x reader#giorno x reader#abbacchio x reader#mista x reader#fugo x reader#narancia x reader#platonic
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Fear of Stands (Bruno Bucciarati x Reader)
[Content: SFW, fluff, gender neutral Y/N]
[Word count: ≈850]
(A bit of a weird scenario but imagine if YOU could suddenly see some of those things irl)
Despite Bruno's caring and collected nature, you couldn't help but be intimidated by his stand. You had seen Sticky Fingers in action many times from afar, during fights and sometimes on the average day as Bruno carried out his duties as Capo. Somehow you had managed to keep your distance until now. Having just been taken into the protection of the gang, and having barely awakened your own stand ability, you tried not to test the others. Despite your curiosity as to what it's like being able to walk through walls, you decided to stay away from the cunning stand.
You're enjoying lunch at the restaurant the team frequents when Bruno enters the dining area in a hurry. "Y/N, come with me, quickly. I have some important information to share with the others. It'll be faster if we use Sticky Fingers to help us travel and gather everyone." He brings out his Stand and opens a zipper in the wall, motioning for you to follow him. You hesitate, looking at him nervously without a word.
"Don't worry, I'll cover the bill. The others are out at lunch too and I'm sure they won't be happy. We can all come back for dinner after this business is finished."
"That's not…" You stand from your seat, feeling guilty for holding Bucciarati up but unable to take another step. Your body feels frozen as you look back and forth between Bucciarati and the Stand.
"Y/N? What's the matter?" Bucciarati steps toward you, his stand following right behind. You shift back, frightened at the thought of making the leap into the zipper for the first time. The idea of what Sticky Fingers could do to you if you let Bucciarati down is even more discomforting.
Bruno stops and lowers his voice, watching you carefully as he retracts his Stand. "Y/N, if something is wrong you need to tell me. That's my duty."
You glance around before shifting your eyes to the ground. "I'm… Scared, Bucciarati…"
Bruno stares at you with a confused yet concerned expression, stepping closer. "What are you scared of? Were you attacked before I arrived?"
"No no! It's not an enemy stand I'm afraid of- Well… it's all Stands… even yours…"
"Hm…" Bucciarati retracts his Stand. "It must be hard, getting caught up in all this, being thrown right into a world of Stand users when you've barely harnessed your own…" Bucciarati crouches to your level and reaches out his hand. "Let me help you, Y/N. Take my hand, and I'll show you there's nothing to fear."
You blush, taking Bruno's hand in yours as his light blue eyes meet yours with an understanding gaze. He pulls you close to his body, holding you protectively. Before you have time to react you feel a second pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and a firm chest pressing against your back. You turn your head and come face-to-face with Sticky Fingers. You gasp and tense up, but the two tighten their hold on you and hush you.
"You're safe. Stands are merely an extension of oneself. And I would never harm you."
Shivers fly down your spine. You take a rocky breath, overwhelmed with relief as you enjoy the warm, secure feeling of being sandwiched between Bruno and the Stand. Sticky Fingers runs its strong hands slowly along your back and shoulders, Bruno holding you comfortingly all the while. After a few long moments, Bruno pulls away and opens another zipper in the wall behind him.
"Are you ready, Y/N?" he asks with a reassuring smile. You nod.
"Good, now hold on tight!"
Bruno lifts you up bridal-style, grabbing onto the zipper as though it were a zipline and speeding through the space within. You close your eyes tight at first, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Eventually you take a peek at the "zipper dimension" around you, finding it almost mesmerizing and not quite as scary as you initially thought. You glance up at Bruno, a determined expression on his face. "We're almost there. If I recall, the others are at a new restaurant nearby. I hope they don't mind us crashing their lunch." You both chuckle before Bruno slows down and pulls himself up and out of the zipper, setting you down on the stone ground behind what must be the restaurant. He helps you stand up and smiles. "I hope you enjoyed the ride." Sticky Fingers takes your hand, sweeping you up and twirling you straight into Bucciarati's arms before disappearing. You gaze into his eyes and find an expression you aren't used to seeing from the composed leader.
"I know you'll unlock the full capabilities of your Stand soon and learn to face them bravely. Until then, and after… I promise I'll protect you." He kisses your cheek before starting into the restaurant.
#jjba#golden wind#jjba fanfic#jjba x reader#vento aureo#bruno bucciarati#jojos bizarre adventure#bruno buccellati#bucciarati x reader
146 notes
·
View notes
Text
jjba & you: fall dates edition.
Another season, another round of D A T E S with some of our faves. HAPPY FALL AND SHIT, Y’ALL.
> all characters 21+.
> characters: bruno, abbacchio, gyro, jotaro, josuke, doppio/diavolo, diego, giorno, kakyoin, poly caesar & joseph.
> gender-neutral reader.
> sfw fluff, tender and warming for the soul.
(> if you're interested, a summer dates edition with our darling bruno, is here!)
bruno bucciarati ; farmer’s market
Bruno had always loved the hustle and bustle of the farmer's market. Amidst a cacophony of hellos, he would blaze a trail of taste testing and sightseeing, taking in all the market had to offer. Today, you were by his side as he showed you his favorite stalls. "That one over there," he says, pointing one hand and gently resting the other on your shoulder, "has divine maple butter pastries. The farmer makes them fresh every morning." He ushers you to another stall, dotted with bouquets and fairy lights even in the gentle light of morning. "And this one has flowers that are homegrown here in Napoli, picked at the break of dawn."
The sight of such a diverse array of flowers catches you off guard – mums painted with deep burgundy, sunflowers soaked in the last vestiges of early autumn sun. Bruno hums over the selection and plucks a violet dahlia; its center is smattered with brilliant gold. He tucks it behind your ear and smiles warmth down at you – undoubtedly, the most beautiful flower of them all.
++
leone abbacchio ; fall shopping
At the craft fair, the fragrance of candles poured with apples, leaves, and candy corn float through endless rows of fall decor. Leone wrinkles his nose as you enter a particularly robust row, and casually takes your hand in his. It’s calloused and rough; the arbiter of a small token of affection doled out in carefully placed intervals. It’s ok – you don’t mind. “Why do people make these damn candles so strong?” he grumbles to himself. However, a small, white pumpkin tufted from scratchy felt steals his attention. He picks it up with his other hand, inspecting it as he holds it up to the crisp light of the low autumn sun. “This is cute,” he says under his breath, almost loathe in his admittance. “Let’s put it on our mantle. It'll look nice above the fire.”
++
gyro zeppeli ; bonfires & s’mores
"No no no," Gyro titters at you. "You have to smush it like this." He presses his palms together, melding gooey layers of graham cracker, scorched marshmallow, and rich milk chocolate. "The flavors have to bloom!" he continues, stressing each word as he gesticulates. "They have to bloom and grow, so you can stick it in your mouth for it explode with a big boom from the taste of it and–"
You stare at Gyro, mouth agape, as he waxes poetic about the wonders of s'mores technique. The bonfire he so skillfully built was licking its flames to the night sky, acting like it was protesting his lecture. Shadows play across his face, but you notice something amidst the embers' glow.
"Gyro," you interrupt.
"What?"
"You have chocolate on your nose."
"I do?" He swoops in to bring his face close to yours, and playfully rubs the tip of his nose against your own. "Well, so do you."
++
jotaro kujo ; apple cider
Quiet mornings are always spent together, perusing the daily newspaper on the porch. Morning fog sets the scene, rolling over fireburnt foliage and quaint cottages to douse the horizon with a cozy, picturesque atmosphere. Jotaro looks across at you, deep in the headlines of today's paper. He takes note of your concentration – brows furrowed, eyes scanning, and lips parted and soft from the touch of apple cider kissed along them. His own mug is warm and steaming, with tendrils of heat unfurling to befriend the rolling fog. Eyes still on you, he lifts his mug to his mouth. He takes a moment to relish the taste – but its sweetness holds no candle to the sacred ritual of sharing his mornings with you.
++
josuke higashikata ; pumpkin patch
With all the countenance of an overexcited puppy, Josuke tugs on the hem of your marigold sweater to pull you in the direction of the hayrides. He drags you over rows of pumpkins dusted with nighttime dew; vines snag your ankles as the crunch of leaves lead you to a farmtruck stuffed with bales of hay. Easy as could be, he grabs your waist and lifts you clean off your feet, settling you onto the back of the truck. The low full moon shines its favor on the both of you when you share a tender gaze.
“Are you ready?” he asks, gently resting his hands on your knees while his cheeks bloom with blush. “As I’ll ever be,” you respond with a smile, reaching your hand out to him. He smiles back, wide and beautiful, as he takes your hand to climb aboard and join you.
++
vinegar doppio/diavolo ; haunted house
Trembling like a fieldmouse at harvest, Doppio latches onto your arm. "I bet another monster is going to hop out any minute," he laments. "I can't take this!" He buries his face into your shoulder and rubs it, wiping away the tears threatening to spill. "We shouldn't have came…"
You reach up to stroke the wild pink fluorescence of Doppio’s hair while you both round a corner into a small and empty room. "They're just actors!" you say, laughing in jest. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
All Doppio could do was quiver in the dim light of the haunted house; he whimpers and grips you tighter. "I mean… I could protect you too, you know."
"Is that so?"
You swore you could see a familiar glint in his eye. Doppio nods, and his body starts to grow larger as he does so. You lean back when you feel a heavy presence – though at this point, you supposed you were used to it.
A muscular arm pushes you against the wall to trap you between a rock and a hard place. Who you knew as Diavolo was now pressed against you, with his arm bracing the wall to cage you in. "Oh?" says a deep voice. "What’s this?” His tone is smooth and dangerous, and the touch of his trailing hand evaporates down your cheek. "Lost in a sea of wolves, little lamb?"
++
diego brando ; trick or treat
“This is stupid.”
Diego huffs as he enters the room, clad in a comically oversized dinosaur suit from head to toe. "Remind me again, why am I doing this?"
In your Jurassic Park ranger costume, you giggle at the sight of Diego, who so courteously succumbed to your request. "Look at you, oh my god!" you say excitedly. "You'll be a hit at all the houses! We're gonna get so much candy, just you watch."
Diego waddles over to you, and you can practically see the scowl on his face through his getup. "I can barely breathe," he complains. "What a stupid tradition."
"It'll be fun, I promise. And you can always take off your little dino head, you know.”
No more permission is needed – he pulls it off with zero hesitation. “Done,” he says, making his way to the overflowing candy bowl in your foyer. "An hour is my absolute limit, mind you."
You follow alongside him, pouting and affectionately pinching his cheek. "Aw, Diego – a little bit longer? Please? For me?"
He picks up a miniature candy bar and tosses it in the air. With a deft hand he grabs it, then squeezes it out its wrapper, sending it flying to catch in his mouth. “Well, if it's for you I suppose I could," he says through a mouthful of sickly sweet chocolate. "Right. Let’s get on with it, then.”
++
giorno giovanna ; carving pumpkins
Tongue peeking out in concentration, Giorno carves into the delicate stencil pasted on his pumpkin. Ambitious as always, the pattern is intricate – inlaid with roses aplenty and labor intensive vines. The only sounds in the room are hushed breaths and the drag of carving knives ripping into the pumpkins' soft flesh.
"How's it coming?" you ask, peering over your own pumpkin.
"Almost there," Giorno replies, with his eyes trained on his handiwork. "How about you?
“Uh…” You take a moment to tilt your head and appraise your progress. It’s a bit jagged and roughshod, but it still retains the likeness of a classic jack o'lantern.
Giorno scoots over in his chair and leans into your shoulder to take a peek for himself. “Looking spooky,” he says with a half grin. “I love it.”
“Thanks!” you say, as you go back to hacking into its eye. “But honestly, this part is a little tough to cut through. Do you mind giving me a hand?”
He places his hand on top of yours, grasping your keyhole saw alongside you, and presses a gentle kiss into your temple. “Allow me,” he says, melting all of your woes in one fell swoop.
++
noriaki kakyoin ; apple picking
A dappling of light scatters through a grove of apple trees. The air is fresh and crisp; your baskets overflow with apples speckled in sap. The best part of it all, is getting a lift on Noriaki’s shoulders – a far better option than scrambling up wooden ladders laden with splints.
From your perch, he runs his hands down your calves, looking up in adoration to observe as you pluck a particularly juicy looking apple. After a small wiggle to position yourself, you tug the fruit from its spot on the branch. It falls into your hand with a satisfying plop.
“That one’s pretty big,” he notes. “Maybe we should eat that one first.”
“A good plan, I think,” you say. You give it a quick wipe on your sleeve, then bend over so you can present it in front of his mouth. He smiles with serenity, appreciative of your offer. His eyes lock on yours as he tilts his head forward, sinking his teeth into the ripe flesh. A trickle of juice runs down the side of his mouth, and he can’t help but laugh through the burst of apple. Everything always tastes better when it's with you.
++
caesar zeppeli & joseph joestar ; soapmaking
The hustle and bustle of people milling around your soapmaking class was the perfect diversion for Joseph’s latest caper – which was to annoy you and Caesar. Simply put, it was business as usual.
Caesar slipped on a pair of gloves, but the looming figure behind him snatched his attention from pouring his lye. “I can see you, Jojo,” he said, looking over his shoulder in annoyance. “We can both see you.”
Your head was also turned – you were well versed enough to recognize Joseph’s ways. His face stretched in a wide, suspicious smile, and his hands remained hidden behind his back. "No need to get your eyes checked, then!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice, cheesy as ever. “Look at my two favorite lovely people, being so cute, making the best soap–”
Caesar rolled his eyes and turned back to his work. Leaning over to you, he spoke, “If we ignore him, he just might go away.”
“Caesar,” Joseph whined, “I’m right here! I can hear you!”
“Good,” said Caesar.
Joseph whipped his arms from behind his back, brandishing a heart-shaped bar of soap in each hand. "Fine," he pouted. "I was going to give you two these, but since you're being so mean…"
Your heart melted on sight. Though they looked… suspicious, to say the least, they were still a token of Joseph's affection. "That's so cute, Jojo!" you exclaimed happily.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," grumbled Caesar – but he couldn't even begin to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.
#jjba#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#gyro zeppeli#jotaro kujo#josuke higashikata#vinegar doppio#diavolo jojo#diego brando#giorno giovanna#noriaki kakyoin#joseph joestar#caesar zeppeli#jjba fluff#jjba headcanons#jjba x reader#jojo x reader#jjba fanfic#bruno x reader#jotaro x reader#kakyoin x reader#joseph x reader#josuke x reader#giorno x reader#gyro x reader
677 notes
·
View notes
Note
Could you write headcanons for jjba Bruno, Abbacchio, Fugo, Narancia, and Giorno being protective of their bf? Either around an enemy stand user or just general protectiveness is fine >///< Male reader please
Thank you so much for the request! This is my very first request on this blog and I am so excited for it!! I hope this is perfect for you~ I absolutely adored writing the boys and I had so much fun thinking of all the scenarios of what they would do!!
~ Love, Mod Jay
BRUNO BUCCIARATI
✦ Bruno’s protectiveness over you often shows itself in the form of him holding your hand ever so tighter than usual and a constant biting of his inner cheek or his lip. His body gets subtly tenser, only you would be able to notice it.
✦ Bruno has trained you before on what to do if there was an enemy stand user attacking you, but even he gets shaken seeing that you could possibly be in danger. He will start commanding members of his team the best he can because he wants to ensure nothing can get you or hurt you, and while he trusts his teammates, he trusts himself more to protect you.
✦ He gets intensely focused on protecting you, even when he has a large pit of worry in his stomach. He will always focus on you and wrap himself around you. If the enemy stand user starts to charge towards you, he will throw his body between the both of you and open a zipper to slide you inside with him.
✦ When you return home, Bruno will insist on relaxing. He will draw a hot bath for the both of you and pour a couple glasses of wine. The rest of the day is devoted to taking care of you and checking to make sure you are okay. It is usually how Bruno copes with the leftover protective feelings.
LEONE ABBACCHIO
✦ Abbacchio is constantly in Protection Mode when it comes to you. He never lets you leave his line of sight on a normal day and will somewhat follow you around to ensure that you are safe and you are not getting wrapped up in some sort of danger.
✦ When you are being attacked by an enemy stand user, Abbacchio will put his body in front of yours and keep a hand pressed to your lower back to keep you closer to him. He will keep his body facing the enemy stand user and their stand, never giving any opening to your body to get hurt by the stand.
✦ Abbacchio tends to get a little snappier and blunter than usual with his teammates when he is protective over you. But with you, he speaks quietly and softly to you, often reassuring you that it’s okay and he will be the one to keep you safe, nothing will get you when he is here.
✦ After the danger is gone and Abbacchio has (kind of) calmed down, he typically gets a little embarrassed because of how intense he was acting. Even though he is a little grumpy, he checks in with you and holds you a little tighter than usual for the next few days (and you may need to reassure him a few times).
PANNACOTTA FUGO
✦ When Fugo is protective he gets eerily quiet and his expression is much darker than it would usually be when he is upset. His grip on you gets very tight and he holds you to his side like you are practically super-glued to him. He basically snarls at anyone who would dare come close to you when he feels so protective of you.
✦ Whenever you are standing face-to-face with an enemy stand user, Fugo does not hesitate to release all of the anger he is feeling from you being frightened. He will rush into a fight and attack whilst keeping you in his line of sight. More times than not, Purple Haze will come out and start growling and attacking the enemy (and Fugo is pulling you as far away as possible so you aren't affected by his stand).
✦ Fugo curses a lot and growls- sometimes he says things he gets a little louder than he intends to because he is so pissed about someone even trying to hurt him. "I know you're desirable and all but can't they just FUCK OFF".
✦ After the enemy stand user is defeated and you both retire back to the base, Fugo usually paces around outside with you in tow. He will typically pull you behind the building to angrily kiss you and get possessive of you without any of the others seeing him.
NARANCIA GHIRGA
✦ Narancia is extremely clingy when he gets protective over you, often grabbing your hand and tugging it to his side. He tries to hide how protective he gets by talking louder and pulling you away from the danger you are close to, usually tugging you along to go walk around with him. He tries to make it as smooth as possible to show he isn’t being protective, but it is very obvious.
✦ Because his stand is a long-distance stand, Narancia is keeping you as far away as possible from the fighting. He will pull you into his lap to sit while he flies Aerosmith around. Narancia will make Aerosmith fly around the both of you to make sure nothing is sneaking up on the both of you.
✦ His legs bounce a lot when you are in immediate danger and he will often let out little yells and fling his arms around. Sometimes he will flash his life and call the enemy to stand user as many insults as he can think of. Once the enemy stand user is defeated and is on the ground, he will typically stomp on their body and jump on it while cursing them.
✦ Narancia goes back to his typical self fairly quickly after the incident, but he does have a huge spike of energy that you usually have to go along with. He will be clingy as he always is but now you are forced to go to the arcade with him (where he might let you win to make you feel better if you are still feeling afraid).
GIORNO GIOVANNA
✦ Giorno's eyes will always narrow whenever he feels protective of you. His breathing will also get heavier and he follows people around with his eyes more. Giorno trusts no one and whenever he feels like you could be in any immediate danger, he is ready to spring into action at even the slightest sign that something could happen.
✦ Giorno would be immediately involved in the fight with a burning passion to him. He would leave you with another one of the members of the team (typically Mista) so you are directly out of dangers way. His head will often turn to look at you and make sure you are okay. Seeing you in danger makes him fight harder and get a tad bit more cruel in his fighting style.
✦ If you get hurt, Giorno will run over to you immediately and take care of you. His arms will wrap around you and he will speak to you in a quiet voice and ask you how you are feeling while he heals your injuries.
✦ When you both return home, Giorno will pull you into an embrace and run his hands all along your body to check for any injuries. He gets pretty clingy to you in private and just wants to keep his hands on you until he can get the thoughts of you being hurt or taken from his mind.
#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#pannacotta fugo#narancia ghirga#giorno giovanna#male reader#jojos bizzare adventure golden wind#jojo pt 5#jjba#jjba part five#jojos bizzare adventure x reader#imagine#imagine blog#fanfic#jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo#jojos bizzare adventure#jjba x reader#jjba headcanons#jjba fanfic#jojo#jojo no kimyou na bouken#bruno bucellati x reader#leone abbachio x reader#pannacotta fugo x reader#narancia ghirga x reader#giorno giovanna x reader#giorno x reader#bruno x reader#abbacchio x reader#fugo x reader
117 notes
·
View notes
Text
LEFTOVER SALE!
Currently running an aftersale for some of the leftovers from the paperback bundles! There's still a couple copies of each book available as well as some stickers.
You can find them in my Ko-Fi shop!
Also a reminder that all the PDF versions of the books are always available in the shop :)
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba fanart#jjba fanfic#fanfic paperbacks#family matters#kintsugi#jojo stickers#jjba merch#jjba zine#aftersales#leftover sales#giorno giovanna#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#guido mista#trish una#pannacotta fugo#narancia ghirga#found family
56 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bruno Bucciarati: *unzips dick*
Y/N: whAT THE FUCK-
#bruno bucciarati#jjba bruno#jjba golden wind#vento aureo#bruno bucciarati x reader#jjba x reader#jjba fanfic#jojo no kimyō na bōken#jojos bizarre adventure
172 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
jacobsknifeplay
🎶Only you and you alone🎶
freechoicedreamer
The Argonauts
jwny3
Untitled
peopleareaproblem
People are a problem
isco-rauta
never ♡ the ♡ less