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brightgoat · 2 months
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STANDVERSE AU: Killer Queen's Cat Cafe // The Crimson Court
As an ode to her beloved user, Queen created a comfortable and quiet lounge. It's made to fit a large crowd, but she only ever invites her few new allies.
Meanwhile, in the name of his User(s), King Crimson is rebuilding their kingdom, bringing their tyranny onto the Flipside (with Epitaph of course).
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m00nlightgaze · 1 year
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Give you what you want. (Jotaro Kujo.)
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☆Sy: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend...or maybe you should have.
☆18+ this is not safe for work material
☆Dom! Jotaro, Sub!Reader, Unprotected sex,semi rough sex, mirror sex, hair pulling, degradation, slight manhandled.
☆ a/n: my bestie is watching Jojo so I'm rewatching it with her and my love for this man has been reborn. So take this.
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Maybe teasing your boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks was not the best option.
You had been busy with college, and with the both of you deciding to pursue your own careers, the time that you spent together was slim to none.
So the two of you planned a nice little outing between the two of you, going to the beach and enjoying each others company.
But of course you had other plans…
Your boyfriend, Jotaro Kujo, was a walking masterpiece. He looked like if he was sculpted by the damned greek gods themselves. He was attractive, stoic and cool, a total bad boy when the two of you were in highschool. Surprisingly he found as much as an interest in you that you had in him.
Who wouldn’t want to tease him until he snapped and treated you like the little slut that you truly were.
“Who told you to look away from the fucking mirror?”
You cried out as Jotaro forced your head back so you could stare into the body length mirror that was in front of you. His hips had set a brutal pace from the start and he was not letting up. He smirked as he watched your face morph and contort in pleasure.
“Look at how pathetic you fucking look baby..falling apart on my cock so easily..”
If Jotaro knew one thing very well, it was the fact that he knew his words were enough to set your body ablaze.
Jotaro was normally a quiet male, not much to leave him unless if was necessary.
But when you got in bed?
It was like a switch flipped and nothing but filth left his mouth.
“Such a needy little thing.. taking this fucking cock..”
“This is my fucking pussy…mine. Alllll fucking mine..”
Jotaro lets out a soft groan before he pushes your head into the plush mattress, making your hips raise up and your back to go into an unholy arch. The whole image made Jotaro smirk as he had you wrapped around his finger. He switched his pace from the hard punishing one to something slower yet hard.
“I could watch you get like this forever…I used to think you were an innocent little thing..”
He would punctuate his words by entangling one of his large hands into your hair and pulled,
“You’re just my mindless little slut? You were begging to be fucked my fat cock but look at you, can’t even get a few words out.”
You whined out at his words, your voice nearly gone as Jotaro had you here for nearly 30 minutes. When he said he was going to punish you for being a little brat down at the beach he meant it.
“F..fuck Jotaro..” You managed to get out only to earn a chuckle from the male as his hips suddenly picked up pace, his grip on your hips tightening enough that you knew for certain that was going to leave a bruise. “Hmm?...What is it my little slut..? You’re getting close?”
You nodded as you felt tears pricking at your eyes, it would be your 3rd orgasm of the night and Jotaro only seemed to be a fucking tease about it though.
He slowed his pace up only to earn a frustrated whine from you to which he shushed.
“Ah..ah. Remember you told me to use you as i pleased…or did you forget you fucking brat..”
You yelped as Jotaro flipped you over onto your back, his toned, sweaty body on display for you and a shit eating smirk on his face.
“I’m just giving you what you want…”
He then places your legs up on his shoulders as he realigned himself with your entrance before slamming back in.
“Now shut up and take what I fucking give you slut..”
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with3r3dflow3r · 1 year
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Caught in the act - Dio x Reader (NSFW)
Summary: Thinking Dio, your master, is away, you're masturbating on his bed and rutting on his pillow. You quickly, however, find that's far from the truth.
Reader is afab.
1635 words of pure horniness
CW: Masturbation, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, biting & blood drinking- like come on, he is a VAMPIRE
Inspired by this GEM
https://arvandus.tumblr.com/post/652504841642475520/icarus-overhaul-x-freader
🔞 NSFW, MINORS DNI! 🔞  
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You shouldn't have been doing this.
You shouldn't have been doing this and you knew it.
Yet here you were, doing it.
"Dio... A-ah!"
You had absolutely no excuses but, even so, you were in Dio's chamber. Alone. Without permission. On his bed. Naked. Pleasuring yourself. Using his very own pillow to create the friction you so much desired between your legs.
Every part of your current actions were screaming "forbidden" but their scandalous nature only turned you on more.
More, you wanted more.
The vampire's natural scent permeated the entire room. Having your head pressed into his pillow- half to muffle your whines and half to smell him more, tricking yourself into thinking he was there- was intoxicating, to say the least.
You rubbed your crotch on the soft material and dragged your fingers in and out of your core with unparalleled vigor. Letting out moan after moan and sweating all over, you were getting close. You held your eyes closed, picturing your Lord was the one bringing you pleasure. His image in your mind was all it took to push you over the edge.
"Ohh, Dio.. Fuck."
You collapsed on your stomach, trying to calm your staggered breathing.
You could imagine in graphic detail the consequences of getting caught but it didn't phase you in the slightest- and in a way that terrified you. It was almost like you wanted to get caught. Like you wanted your Lord to see you in such a state.
With that, you couldn't help yourself. You once again began to drag your clit against his pillow, further coating it in your juices. You arched your back in bliss, giving a show to a nonexistent audience.
Or so you thought.
"What do you think you're doing, darling?"
The whole world went still and your blood froze in your veins. You had no feeling of your lower body- apart from your ever-aching pussy. The very subject of your sexual fantasies, Dio, had caught you in the act. 
You had served him for long and were never one to disappoint. He had even gone as far as calling you his "favorite servant" on occasion- your heart fluttered at the memories. Perhaps, he'd kill you without humiliating you too much in return-
"If I'm not mistaken, I asked you something."
You gulped; your throat was dry.
"How... long have you been here?"
"Does it even matter? Answer me." 
Fair point.
"I... I'm sorry m-my Lord-"
"Look at me when you're speaking." His tone was as cold as it could be, demanding, but it was nothing less than the greatest melody you'd ever heard.
You meekly gazed at Dio from behind your shoulder. Though it remained unspoken, he found eroticism in your timidness; like an exquisite dish that was being handed to him with trembling hands.
"Please forgive me, Lord Dio. I know it's wrong but... but I couldn't control myself!!" You blabbered breathlessly, "So I'm b-begging you, don't ki-"
"Hmm," He hummed and you could have sworn he sounded bored, if not for the dangerous glint in his eye and his fang showing from his upward-curled lip. "Where are you manners, (y/n)? I don't remember telling you to stop."
"Excuse me?" you felt light-headed.
"You're not one to leave a job unfinished, are you? So go on, come for me."
You couldn't believe your ears. Dio had just- he had just asked you to...
"But- but... Dio!" You protested, your cheeks flaring. He couldn't be serious, right? Right?
"This is an order." His tone was non-wavering, definite. 
Wrong.
You sighed, ready to submit to his desires. What Dio wanted, Dio would always get and you weren't one to defy him- not now, not ever. It was't like you didn't want to continue what he had interrupted, anyway. Shutting your eyes and sliding your hand between your legs, you tried to focus only on the sensations you blessed yourself with, ignoring the intimidating presence behind you.
It was silent, save for the sound of your fingers dipping in and out of your folds, your heavy breathing and the occasional whine. You were purposefully being more quiet than usual- than moments before- for reasons obvious enough.
"Naughty, aren't you, my (y/n)? Making a mess on my bed, on my pillow." 
'My (y/n).'
You jolted at his low voice- at his choice of words, his sudden possessiveness- and the feel of his lips on the back of your ear, suddenly feeling all the more aware of the juices running down your upper thighs. You hadn't noticed him approaching you.
He was so close, pressing his warm, bare chest on your also bare back as you were working yourself.
So close yet not close enough.
He started kissing the tender flesh of your neck and soon your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.
"Mm good girl," He hummed and you could feel his member pressing harder on your ass. "Again."
"What?" you whipped your head back in shock, "But I just.. I'm still sensitive-!"
Dio ground his hips against you for an answer, leaving you no choice but to turn back to your abused clit.
This time he was kind enough to help you reach your peak. Snaking his hands under your shirt, teasing and squeezing your breasts for all they're worth while licking and sucking at the side of your neck, his assistance was much appreciated.
As you were reaching your peak, it hit you; after your every orgasm, Dio would aid you more and more.
With a particularly hard bite on your skin, you came undone- again- with a moan, your whole body shuddering.
"You know," Dio began, stroking the top of your head, "I had been waiting for this moment. I could have taken you whenever I pleased but it's more rewarding seeing you break. It took you long enough."
He... wanted to see you like this? Dio, who could and would have whoever he wanted, craved for you in particular? This revelation was flattering, to say the least.
"Me too!" You said with a little more enthusiasm than intended, feeling the embarrassment creep in at once. "I had been fantasizing about you touching me for so long, my Lord. So, if you please..." you turned around and looked up at him with those innocent eyes- as if you hadn't just now begged for absolute filth; god forbid! You, innocent?- and bit your lower lip.
Dio laughed and dug his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath fanning all over the side of your face.
"Since you're asking so nicely, I might as well indulge you."
With a push to your chest, you found yourself laying back on the bed, cold silk sheets contrasting the warmth radiating off both your bodies.
His generosity, however, didn't come without a price.
The vampire dragged his fangs across your skin, making goosebumps rise on their way, as if to prepare you for what was to come, in case his hunger-filled gaze wasn't self-explanatory. Without warning, he let his teeth sink in your soft flesh. From there on, there was no return. He continued biting down on you; ravenously, voraciously, insatiably. He was considerate enough not to actually drink from you, only break your skin and lap up the emerging blood, making you jolt in a mix of pain and pleasure. 
 Completely helpless and feeling giddy, your ragged breathing was the only thing you could do, but you wouldn't have it any other way. 
 After what felt like forever, Dio's hand finally found its way between your legs, at last rewarding you for being so obedient, and your breath hitched in your throat; his fingers were considerably larger than yours, reaching places inside of you you couldn't even dream of doing yourself. It made you so much more impatient for what would likely come next.
 He set a pace that had you whimpering and shuddering with every one of his movements. He alternated from going agonizingly slow to ramming his digits in you, all while stimulating your (swollen) clit with his thumb, making you lose your mind and any composure you had maintained until then. It was a wonder you didn't rip the sheets with how you were clutching on them.
It had only been a few minutes and you were about to burst.
"Right there! A-ah, Dio, I'm going to-"
He pulled his hand away, right when you needed him the most.
You were about to complain when you realized. Your eyes blew wide in want as you watched him in a daze lowering his head towards-
"Ngh!" he dragged his warm tongue from your hole, all the way up to your clit, proceeding to suck on it and flick it mercilessly with his tongue; you couldn't stop your legs from trembling. You curled your fingers around his golden locks, tugging on them, leading him on.
Watching him focusing solely on your pleasure, having control yet serving you, was such an intimate sight. You finished in his mouth, writhing under him and heart swelling with contentment.
You closed your eyes, laying breathless on his bed. When you opened them again, he was still hovering over you, his lustful gaze ever-present.
You gave him a weak smile, your heart racing with both fear and anticipation.
"Am I going to die after all?"
His shoulders began shaking and soon, his deep laugh reverberated throughout the room. He gave your cheek a tender kiss, pulling down his pants. If these actions alone didn't make your heart skip a bit, his following words certainly did. Words that signalled the night was far from over.
"Only a little, my dear. Only a little more." [1]
   [1]Reference to "le petit mort", a French expression meaning "the sensation of post orgasm as likened to death".
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etherealzx · 1 year
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request for @kazenomegaminowanpisui ! hope you enjoy <3
side note, someone asked me to put content warnings before my works, so i will be doing that from now on!!
Jotaro x Fem!Reader that Tease Each Other!
warnings: none, fluff, sarcasm
i absolutely think that jotaro wouldn't be the type to be all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend/partner (at least not in public)
he thinks that showing affection is showing weakness, and the last thing he wants anyone to think of him as is weak
when the two of you go out in public together, he'll act bored and annoyed with you. however you can see right through his whole "tough guy" act he puts on
if you glance over at him and catch him smiling or quietly laughing, your immediate instinct is to tease him
"See? I told you I'm fun!" "I thought you didn't wanna come but it looks like you're having fun to me."
His face would get red and he would be fake mad
"Shut up" he would say, adjusting his hat to cover the redness on his face
When you see something you like, he teases you back
"Y/n don't you have enough of those already? You're gonna put this damn place out of business with the amount of shit you buy"
You give it right back to him, responding with some smart-ass answer like "And you spend all your money on cigarettes so I guess we're even"
You secretly like this little game of yours, and in a weird way its really cute
When you get back home, the teasing continues although its much more affectionate
He'll start kissing you sweetly and grabbing your waist, causing you to tease him more
"You love to act like a badass out in public but in private you're just my big soft teddy bear"
He tells you to shut up while he continues to kiss you and hold you close to him
"Just shut up and enjoy it"
You do exactly that because you know that you're probably the only one on this planet that will ever get to see him act this way
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karskilledme · 5 months
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In Sync - Abbacchio x Reader
Reader goes out to a club where a handsome stranger is eyeing her down. ;)
Warnings: Female reader.
Words: 607
Minors DNI
Vibrations pounded through my body. The music was near piercing, some tacky up-and-coming DJ playing typical nightclub sounds. Not my usual taste anywhere but here. Dancing was the upside of the chaotic noise. Rolling my body and shaking my hair like no one was watching was my pastime of late. The only thing is there was someone watching, someone I wanted to watch. 
The first night I came here I could feel his lingering gaze. Some silver-haired goth in one of the corner booths with his friends. At first, it was just glances but the more I came the hotter his gaze grew. His two-tone eyes were piercing, egging me on to dance even harder. It was tonight however that I decided enough was enough. How hard did a gal have to dance to allure her handsome stranger? I was taking action. 
My heeled feet clicked across the floor in a deadly rhythm, I was dressed to kill. As I approached the booth he frequented I noticed my liquid courage wavering. It was too late however as my finger grazed along the table of the booth. All eyes were on me. 
My eyes lidded ever so softly, my lashes concealing my full gaze. “I couldn’t help but notice.” I paused to roll my lip between my teeth ever so quickly. “That you wanted to dance.”. The purple-haired male seemed to gulp as his oddly hatted friend elbowed him and the table erupted with chaos. Without a word from the male in question he was scooted from his place in the booth to standing right in front of me. Damn, he was tall too!
It was my turn to gulp as his perfectly done lips began to move. “I’m not sure what would give you that idea.” It was a statement rather than a question. Nevertheless, he moved towards the floor with me. As we began to dance I couldn’t help but notice that he was surprisingly fluid for someone who honestly did seem a little reserved and rigid. His lean body moved in time with the music, his hair swaying freely with him, the flashing light playing against his marble-colored skin. There was no talking, just dancing and feeling the music together. 
We danced for what felt like hours before finally, my feet were purple and blue from the very cute but unpractical heels. I ghosted his shoulder and lightly gestured him to the sidelines. I couldn’t help but notice the slight sparkle of what must have been a mix of body glitter and sweat as his movement slowed to follow me. As we approached a table on the sidelines it was time to find out who this handsome stranger was. 
“Thank you for dancing with me! I realized I never got your name. I’m (Y/N).” I said with a probably too-eager grin. He brushed his hair back with an open hand and peered down at me. “Leone. It was… fun.” His gaze remained intense as he spoke, his eyes were warm but his lips never faltered into any semblance of a smile. He was certainly the hard-to-read type. Before I had another moment to ponder him, he spoke once more. 
“Let me buy you a drink. A sorry for my creepy staring.” He seemed to look away in embarrassment at this, if it wasn’t so dark and moody I’d think he might have blushed. 
“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think it was creepy if that’s any consolation… I mean I was staring back enough to notice.” I rambled out with a laugh. 
Leone smirked at this, “Don’t think I didn’t notice. You’re a bit obvious.” 
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thedarkmooncircus · 1 year
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heres another meme for 21st century vampire (I've kinda been rereading it 👉👈🥺)
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and another one bc im feeling extra goofy today
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danddymaro · 1 year
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Warmth | Santana x Reader
You guys, Where is the Santana love? 
He’s a good boy here, literal freaking sweet.
very short and mostly started as a headcannon but whatever.
Word count: 586
Warmth
He takes his time exploring your body, not only because it's his nature to do so, but because he is genuinely pleased to find the little spots that have you sighing sweetly.
Any reaction you give him is noted, and soon, he knows your body better than you know it yourself, something you'd never thought possible.
Needless to say, he's a selfless lover.
Whatever parts of you that aren’t kissed are caressed with his curious hands as they mold you, and his palms feel strangely soft as they travel over your bared flesh.
The little specs that rise over your skin  interest him, they have him looking on with regard he voices, a touch of concern there too,
“Are you cold? “ he asks with true consideration, his deep, crimson eyes on your own because he loved looking into their depths.
He questions you, but he hardly waits for an answer, his lips grazing your body, trailing up to your bare chest with the occasional warm puff of breath granted.
“ I’ll give you warmth,” he then promises, “ - cover you in it,” he breathes before his lips come in contact with the center of your bosom, one of your risen peaks greeted with a soft kiss.
Soon after his lips part, and he surrounds the bud.
His cheeks sink in as he slowly sucks, his tongue toying with you too.
His eyes are closed as he does so, and even if he can't see your reaction, he can hear your breathy sounds of encouragement, of utter appreciation.
The other breast is taken care of too as one of his hands travels there after its exploration. He palms it, gently kneading after discovering how delighted you seem when his caresses there are firm, yet benevolent.
As you arch your back to him, he knows he's doing right.
And if that weren't enough your voice tells him so.
When you praise him, it gives him an otherworldly feeling, one that makes his face flourish with color. It's deep and rich, prominent even on his tanned flesh.
All he wants is to give you that same feeling, that same warm, wonderful sensation that has him drunk.
He's not used to such praise, yet he wants nothing more than to have you sing them to him.
As your hands weave through his fiery locks he nearly melts, and becomes completely  subdued when the other hand pets one of his dark-toned horns.
You find them beautiful, worthy of remarks that make them sound fascinating, and it makes him feel like he's much more than just a dog.
It makes him feel that wonderful pride that his kind has always spoken of but he’s never quite felt a part of.
With you, he feels powerful, respected, like royalty, and he knows it's not something that was meant for him.
He hadn't told you about the hierarchy, about how the moment he was born he'd be nothing but a servant, and he'd almost afraid to.
Once he's had your adoration, he can't even consider a world without it. However, the moment you spoke of love, about how he's precious to you and irreplaceable, he feels a strange serenity.
He feels your dedication is true and he doesn't feel expendable.
And then he realizes something ;
This man has no issue in being a servant, only if he can kiss the ground you walk on, and serve your every whimsy demand.
You're literally his goddess, and he would do anything for you.
A/n: This takes place in a time where he just runs of with you lol. 
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itjazzbicch · 10 months
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Beautiful Soul
Pairing:  Josuke Higashikata x Fem Reader 
Summary: After getting shot with a mysterious arrow, the reader is scared and confused by what was given to her by that arrow, clumsy while lost in thoughts, but Josuke comes to the reader's aid and when they realize that Josuke has a stand just like them, Josuke helps the reader understand what stands are, making the best of it!
Warnings:  Slight swearing! Mentions of blood (But that's about it!)
Word Count: 2k 
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Who knew life could turn around so crazily?
One day, I was just a normal person, living a typical life I couldn’t complain about. Till one day while walking home, I was shot by an arrow.
Easily the most painful experience of my life and now I was seeing things. Some weird figure was at my side and any time it appeared, my world turned upside down.
LITERALLY.
I had no idea who to go to. If someone came to me with a story like mine, I’d think that they were crazy.
That’s why I kept it to myself.
I had no idea how to control this figure, but I knew that I had to because I could feel how it was attached to me. A part of me now.
School took my mind off the topic, but the second the bell rang and I started making my way home, I was theorizing about how to solve this issue of mine.
First priority, how to handle my world being inverted. It’d happen randomly sometimes so I had to be prepared for the next.
I knew the way home by heart so, I closed my eyes during my walk, imagining the inverted world. Solely focused on that till there was no ground beneath my foot.
“WOA-! OH SHI-“
When I opened my eyes, I was headed face-first down a flight of stairs. How could I have forgotten about them?!
Going to hold my head, I took the tumble, unable to block the smack of my face on the stone, and my ribs getting cracked too.
At the bottom of the stairs, I was gasping for the air that was driven out of me, feeling blood running down my nose.
“Y/N?!”
There were feet running towards the top of the stairs, looking over, hard to move as I saw that iconic pompadour.
“Josuke,” I was wheezing from not being able to breathe and my appearance made it obvious that I had taken a hard fall down the stairs.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Josuke was a great friend of mine as we went to school together since we started at the same school.
He was such a kind soul, running to my aid and taking a napkin out of his bag.
“You didn’t break anything did you?” He started to help me clean my nose and it sure felt like I broke a rib.
Holding them, I was still trying to breathe right, coughing out, “God, I smacked my ribs hard.”
“It’s alright,” He cooed, sitting me up carefully, “You’ll be better in no time. I’m going to help you.”
“Thanks, man,” I tried to stand up, but I noticed that Josuke was focusing, this pink aurora surrounding him and my eyes about popped out of my head when I saw a figure next to him.
He was so focused on me that he didn’t notice my expression. His figure was somewhat like mine.
I was beyond confused, especially when he took my hand and suddenly, all my pain started to disappear.
“You’re a tough cookie, so don’t-“ He was trying to make me smile, looking into my eyes and seeing my face, that smile of his turning into a concerned face, “The pain that bad?”
My hand was shaking like a leaf when I pointed to the figure right at his side, my voice shaking too as I asked:
“That. Y-You have one t-too?”
He looked at the figure next to him and then back at me, and his widened eyes showed the realization.
“What is it? I don’t understand!” I started to cry because of how confused and kind of scared I was of all this.
But Josuke, he just always knew what to do, taking my hand again and saying calmly:
“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s nothing to be afraid of. Notice how you’re not in pain anymore?”
I only nodded, only wanting to hear his explanation, but instead, he asked me:
“You said, that I have one too. Show me.”
“O-Okay,” I stuttered nervously, standing on my feet and I was so anxious. I’ve never done it on command before but, I was going to try my hardest to do it, telling him first, “Just stay as still as possible okay? It’s really trippy.”
“Trippy? This otta be interesting- WOAH!” Mid-sentence, I summoned it and the world was inverted.
Our feet on the sky. The world above us. Everything upside down.
“WOAH! NOOO! IM FALLING!” I felt bad for Josuke, as I reacted the same way the first time I experienced this, but also laughed a little.
“It’s okay, Josuke. We won’t fall. Well, at least I’ve never fallen,” My words made me think, what if I’m the only one who can stay still? Does it really flip the world, or is it just a mental or visual effect?
“SHIT! JOSUKE. IM SO SORRY!” I ran to him and picked him up into a hug, panting just to realize that he wasn’t falling after all.
“You’re right. This is very trippy,” He breathed in, patting my back, “It’s okay. You’re right, we aren’t gonna fall.”
“I’m sorry! I should’ve said something!” The panic was coming back again and my tears had to fall, “I’m just so confused! And scared! I mean, I’m not hurt or anything but it’s just confusing!”
“Hey, hey,” Josuke hugged me back and it was so comforting, continuing to rub my back, “I understand what you mean. But this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’m going to help you. This is actually pretty cool!”
“Really?!” I looked up at him with big eyes, desperate for help, feeling so relieved as he smiled:
“Of course! You’re one of my closest friends! Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’re the best, Josuke.” I just couldn’t stop hugging him, still listening as he explained:
“It’s called a stand. Every one has special abilities. Like mine, Crazy Diamond heals people, but I can’t heal myself. That’s why you’re not hurt anymore.”
“Oh, okay,” I swallowed, taking in his knowledge and thanking, “Thank you so much for that. I had my eyes closed because I was trying to imagine this, but I forgot about the stairs.”
“I can tell you’re still learning and don’t sweat it. I’ll always have your back,” He was the sweetest and I was ready to have a long conversation when he asked, “I’m guessing you were stabbed by an arrow. Weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I sighed, recalling the memory, “For some weird reason my, stand, would just happen randomly. So, I’ve been trying to practice. This is the first time I’ve done it myself.”
“Well, you’re making good progress at least! How about this? You put us back to normal, we can go to my house and I’ll tell you all I know about stands so you got control of this.”
“Please?!” This was everything I need, relieved as he nodded:
“I gotcha, Y/N. Just one last thing?”
“Yeah?” I was concerned for a second, but laughed as he hugged me tight and asked shyly:
“Just hold me while we go back to normal?”
“Sure thing,” I held him and in a swift motion, everything was back to normal, unable to hold back my laughs as Josuke tapped his foot on the ground to make sure it was good.
As Josuke said, we walked back to his house and we sat on the floor in his room and he explained everything.
The details of stands, the arrow, and he guided me on how to feel and use it. We practiced a bit in his room and we were actually having fun.
I proved how well that I was learning by flip-flopping his room upside down and back really fast and Josukes hysterical screaming and laughing had me cracking up.
“Okay! Okay! I’m dizzy!” Josuke said dizzily while laying on the floor, still wheezing as I sat down:
“I’m sorry! It was just really funny!”
“Yeah, it was!” He laughed along, Josuke trying to stand by clinging to the door. Opening it by accident.
“OPEN UP!” Okuyasu blasted through the door and landed on top of Josuke, never failing to make me laugh.
“Watch where the hell you’re going, Okuyasu!”
“You were the one in the damn way, Josuke!”
They were fighting! I had to watch it! Only if I had some popcorn, my laughing catching Okuyasu’s attention:
“Y/N? What’s she doing here?”
“Hi, Okuyasu,” I waved, Josuke going to answer his question but Okuyasu assumed with an outburst:
“You’re hooking up with Y/N and you didn’t tell me?!
“WHAT? NO!” Josuke yelled, punching the side of his head and getting up.
“Does he have one too?” I whispered to Josuke and they both stopped.
“What? This?”
My mind was blown as a blue stand appeared next to Okuyasu and suddenly, Josuke’s face smacked the door like he was teleported or something.
“What the hell was that?” I thought mine was confusing! Josuke holding his face and yelling at Okuyasu:
“YEAH? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, MAN?”
“My stand! The hand!” Okuyasu said more so to me, presenting his stand, “It deletes space and teleports objects. I deleted the space between Josuke and the door so he’d hit it!”
Okuyasu was laughing, but I was so shocked. His stand was actually really awesome!
“Do you have one too?” Okuyasu asked, looking down at me and I noticed Josuke behind him, motioning me to mess with him with my stand.
I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and smiled, summoning my stand, and when the room flipped:
“WHAT THE?! AHHH!”
Okuyasu was on his back on the ceiling, thinking he was falling to the floor, Josuke and I crying tears from the laughter.
“PUT ME BACK! PUT ME BACK!”
“Not so fun when people prank you with their stands, huh?!” Josuke tormented, but I got my fair share and put it back to normal.
“I can’t anymore. I think I’m gonna die from laughing so much today.”
“Oh no, we can’t let that happen,” Josuke smirked at me, summoning his stand for show.
I hid my face from blushing so much, our little moment broken up by Okuyasu yelling to me:
“Try giving a guy a warning next time, huh?! What was that?”
“My stand flips the world upside basically.”
“Wooaaaah,” Okuyasu was dumbfounded, “Outside too?”
“Yup,” Josuke answered, “When she showed me I thought I was falling out of the sky. That’s why she’s here. I was explaining to her what stands are.”
“Ahh, that makes sense now. So you’re not hooking up?”
Josuke only looked at me, blushing through his smolder and I was too, but answered:
“Just stand practicing basically.”
“Oh, that’s good!” Okuyasu sighed in relief, “Y/N’s way too hot for you.”
“Okay. That’s it,” Standing up, they were fighting again.
I could only shake my head, but once their rowdiness died down, it was sunset and Josuke decided to walk me home.
Today was surely a wild one but in a good way. I got all my questions answered, I wasn’t scared anymore, and I could control my stand.
Josuke was like a hero to me now, letting him know as we made it to my house:
“I just want you to know again, Josuke. You’re the best. I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”
“It’s no problem, I promise,” He smiled, “I’m glad I could help. And sorry about Okuyasu, by the way. You know how he can be sometimes.”
“I'm not sweating it. He’s a goofball. Would be weird if he wasn’t,” I giggled, Josuke nodding along but murmuring to himself:
“Yeah, and of course he had to embarrass me.”
“Josuke,” I sounded serious at first, but wiped all that anxiousness it made when I kissed his cheek:
“Never mind what he said earlier. I think you’re a beautiful person. Inside and out. Your stand too.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face turn so red. It was so cute and he was rambling nervously:
“Aww, Y/N! T-Thank you so-“
“No, thank you, Josuke,” Everything paused when I hugged him again, getting off my chest, “Ever since I got hit by that arrow, I’ve been living in fear. You took that all away in less than a day. You really are a beautiful soul.”
This time, there was no rambling. Just hugging me back, kissing my cheek this time when I looked up at him and he winked:
“You are too.” 
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lady-wallace · 7 months
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Monsters and Fallen Saints- Chap 1: Vampire Hunter AU (JJBA)
New fic from my Pt5 Vampire Hunter AU! This is this verse's version of the Pompeii/Man in the Mirror arc--so get ready for some Abbacchio angst
(Read the first one HERE if you missed it!)
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(Vampire Hunter AU) Bucciarati sends Giorno and Abbacchio on a mission in the hopes that they will learn to work together. However, when their target reveals himself to be someone from Abbacchio's past with a plan for revenge, the Hunters find that their chances of making it out alive are looking grim.
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Abbacchio crept through the house as silently as possible. There was something about this whole situation that just sat badly with him. He refused to admit that perhaps Giorno had been right and they should have looked into it a little more, but maybe there was some truth to that…
His instincts alerted him to a presence as soon as he stepped into the dining room, though he could see no one at the moment.
Abbacchio walked slowly down the long table, sword held firmly at his side.
A low, mocking chuckle had him instantly spinning around, catching sight of a figure looming in the shadows.
"Well, if it isn't Leone Abbacchio—it's been a while, hasn't it?"
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junosartsthetic · 2 years
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heyyyyy!
i hope you're well!!
i was just wondering if I could request some cuddling headcanons for polnareff and hol horse because i love them so much!
have a good rest of your day and stay hydrated!!<3333
Thank you thank you! I'm doing pretty good at the moment ^-^
These are kind of short because I'm easing myself back into writing now that I'm feeling better, but knowing me I'll write entire fics about these two concerning this topic soon enough cause I'm down bad.
Jean Pierre Polnareff
He is one of the clingiest people you will ever meet in your entire life
Period
He adores PDA
He’ll always have an arm around or on you 
When it comes so snuggles he won’t hesitate to wrap you up in his arms and keep you there
If you’re near him you have to be touching him
It’s the rules
Or else he’ll think he did something wrong 
He always makes sure you’re comfortable, and will move around until you’re content with how you two are cuddling
You’re his main priority
Always
He likes when you lean against his chest and/or use him as a pillow
He thinks it’s cute
When you two are laying down he always pulls your back against his chest and curls around you 
Watch out because he snores like a lawnmower
Sometimes he wakes up with you sleeping on the couch because you couldn’t sleep with his constant snoring
He always feels terrible about it
Overall 10/10 cuddles would recommend
Hol Horse
This main pretends he doesn't care for fluffy sappy stuff like cuddling
But sometimes when he dozes off on the couch you’ll lean against him and join him in a nap
You’ll wake up with him rubbing you gently, admiring you
He’s down bad for you
It’s not often he initiates the snuggling
But as you two become more comfortable around each other and he begins to open up
He’ll gladly scoop you into his arms casually and plant a kiss to your lips
When in bed he’ll sleep on his back (like a freak, I may add. Idk how anyone can fall asleep on their back, side sleepers ily muah)
You’ll lean against his chest, listening to his breathing and heartbeat
Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you
If he’s feeling really sweet he’ll pull you against his chest and kiss your neck and shoulders
Maybe even a massage if you’re stressed and tense
His favorite way to snuggle with you is sitting on his lounge-chair, you on his lap, as the two of you watch TV or simply nap the day away
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nanchons · 1 month
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the lucky ones
Summary:
"Every second the kid is leaning over them, Kakyoin can feel himself getting closer to being outed to Jotaro as Noriaki, California’s own edgy, indie pop sweetheart, and he really, really doesn’t want this nice quiet conversation to end. He just wants to sit here and pretend he’s a normal guy, flirting with a quiet marine biologist over hash browns at 3 AM." Kakyoin is a pop star AU? ?? ???? ?
i put a couple new chapters up!! enjoy
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The Movie (What Kind of Love Are You On?) [part 2/2]
🍊️ A Narancia x Mista fanfiction (+18) 🔫️
✎ 5.4k words
On a Saturday night, two friends take over the couch and take their relationship to the next level.
🔗 Read it on AO3
⏪️ Read part 1
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♥ Content: first time blowjob, anal fingering, prostate milking, rimming, facials, come eating.
Aged-up characters: Narancia is 20 and Mista is 21.
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"I'm hitting on you, dumbass."
Through the long strand of hair falling on his face and despite his red hot cheeks, Narancia was looking at Mista straight in the eyes, eyebrows frowned with determination. Mista gulped, feeling a fire burning at the pit of his stomach: as much as it would have vexed the younger man had the gunslinger dared say it out loud, ire looked good on him...
Eventually, the mafioso managed to regain enough self-control to act, used to situations much more straining on his sympathetic nervous system.
With one hand he cupped Narancia's warm face, the other settling on his narrow hip. Mista began leaning in, slowly, giving Narancia the opportunity to back away—which didn't happen, the younger man on the contrary extending his neck to meet Mista's lips. Still a novice in the art of kissing (at least compared to his philanderer of a friend), Narancia let the more experienced of the two take the lead, simply trying to mirror the motions of his mouth.
The kiss only lasted a handful of seconds, the wet touch of their lips and the faint pounding of their hearts the only sounds in the room aside from the TV noises. When they parted, Narancia firmly whispered: "So don't call me bro."
"Understood." Mista leaned in once again and resumed the kiss.
It lasted longer this time, with the older of the two still nimbly guiding the motions of his companion's tongue with his own. Narancia's hand left his friend's collar in favour of a sturdy shoulder; his other hand settled on Mista's exposed waist, probably in an attempt to balance what he perceived to be a more feminine gesture— that is to say, his frustratingly small hand on his friend's broad shoulder.
The taller man slightly jumped at the contact against his bare skin but almost immediately relaxed under the warmth of the small palm. His own hand slid off of the equally warm cheek to get lost in the long black strands at the back of Narancia's head, further intensifying the kiss.
Said kiss quickly turned into a full make-out session without the two friends needing to confer about it, their common pent-up desire expressing itself through feverish hands and feverish lips fuelled by the desire to apprehend their counterpart's body under a new light.
While Mista was operating in slow, subtle touches in key parts of his friend's body, Narancia was opting for more shallow and febrile motions, inexperienced in his gestures and eager to explore all of Mista's favourable upper half.
The younger man was also trying to anchor his own body in what he saw as more dominant stances, insecure about being appointed by default to a more submissive role because of his inexperience as well as his smaller stature. He ended up propped up on his knees, standing higher than Mista by a good head. Once again mimicking his elder, he had sneaked a hand under Mista's funky hat. The item was now laying on the floor in a shapeless little pile of fabric while Narancia's fingers fervidly played with his friend's tight brown curls. His other hand was busy caressing Mista's well-sculpted chest with the same fervour as its twin, hastily alternating between the two pectorals as if he couldn't settle on one.
Both friends progressively became more vocal, moaning into the kiss with less and less restraint as their inhibition wore down, their desire for each other requiring more room to express itself.
But when Mista's hand, initially on his friend's narrow hip, slipped downward to cop a feel of Narancia's rear, the latter suddenly found himself destabilised by the gesture and fell forward.
In one motion, his lithe body smoothly dropped on Mista's broader one, causing the gunslinger to fall backward against the couch. He was now laying on his back, his head against the couch's armrest, with his friend's hips straddling his.
For a handful of seconds they stayed still, their warm breaths reverberating on each other's face.
The next moment, their mouths were back on each other with the renewed passion their horizontal position encouraged.
Narancia was more than pleased to be on top. Overmuch excited by what constituted the hottest situation he had ever found himself in (and with none other than his Adonis of a friend), the young man's libido got the best of him and he began unconsciously rocking his hips back and forth, grinding his crotch against Mista's stomach.
If his ecstatic mind didn't fully register his physical seeking of some sexual stimulation, Mista did—and responded positively to it, placing his hand on the back of a slim thigh covered in black fabric and rubbing the area appreciatively.
Encouraged by the luscious little moans and groans escaping from the plump lips, his other hand soon joined its twin on Narancia's thighs, groping in more carnal motions the supple flesh covered by fabric.
Unfortunately for him, the enticing sensation of Narancia's muscles contracting under his palms in the rhythm of the young man's frottage stopped almost immediately, after he was only able to taste a few seconds of it. Feeling the way his thigh moved under Mista's hand had caused the younger of the two to suddenly become very aware of his instinctive seek of relief, and consequently to bring his shameless humping to an end.
Detaching his lips from Mista's, he straightened up and looked away, biting his lips, clearly embarrassed by the manifestation of his youthful yearning. He was 20 years old, dammit! And yet he had let his greenness take the lead in the sensual, adult moment he was (God knows how) presently sharing with the sexiest man he had ever laid eyes on...
Some motions under his pelvis pulled him out of his ruminations. Underneath Narancia's backside, Mista was slowly raising his pelvis upward and rolling them against his counterpart's more narrow hips, creating some sensual friction between their crotches.
Narancia redirected his gaze to Mista's face, who smiled and gave him an inviting wink. A huge wave of relief washed over the younger man who resumed the swinging of his hips, shamelessly and enthusiastically rubbing his arousal into his companion's.
Meanwhile, Mista's hands settled on Narancia's firm glutes, accompanying the rocking of his hips. Here and there one of his hands was wandering a bit upward or downward, stroking his companion's spine or thigh to his whims and fancies; always settling back on the inviting backside, which he didn't deprive of fondles and gentle squeezes.
For his part, Narancia had settled on keeping one hand glued to where Mista's shoulder joined his neck, using it as an anchor to let the other hand explore his friend's virile body to its content.
Panting and grunting, both men had their gaze directed downward, eyes glued on the delicious point of friction.
But once again a sudden halt on Narancia's end disrupted their indulgences. The younger man detached himself from Mista's lips and straightened up, moving his hips a few inches backward. His gaze was directed downward, preventing his friend from making eye contact. A puzzled expression had replaced his concupiscent one, which sparked some anxiety within the gunslinger.
He chewed on his lip, a wave of guilt washing over him. Had he pushed things too far for his inexperienced friend?
"Something's wrong?" Mista asked in a worried tone.
Narancia shook his head negatively. "No, it's just... Dude... Do you still have your gun in your pants?"
A flash of understanding struck Mista. Narancia wasn't avoiding eye contact: he simply couldn't look elsewhere than at the tent deforming the tiger-print pants.
Immensely relieved (and greatly flattered), the gunslinger grinned: "so 'dude' is okay, but 'bro' is off limits?"
Narancia finally detached his eyes from Mista's clothed erection with the intention of throwing him an umpteenth murderous glance, but the boy quickly lost his composure when the gunslinger took his hand and placed it against the subject of his fascination. "Nah, I left my pistol upstairs. Presently, s' all me. All hard thanks to you," he straightened up so that his mouth was right next to Narancia's ear, "and all for you."
Narancia's eyes became as wide as teacups; his black pupils dilated by lust while he began palming and squeezing the bulge in Mista's pants. Mista exhaled sharply and threw his head backward, his grip tightening against Narancia's rear. His friend's glaring yearning regarding his manly attribute only enhanced the sensations, Mista bathing in the exhilarating feeling of being desired so openly.
But all of the sudden, the pleasant ministrations stopped and his hips were freed from the human weight settled on top of them. Mista lifted his head back and saw his best friend kneeling on the floor.
Two seconds were enough for Mista's brain, hazy from—and powered by—lust, to catch on the brunet's plan. He sat up and made a 90 degrees turn to face Narancia—or more accurately, for Narancia to face his crotch, which the younger man seemed more than pleased about judging by the way he immediately groped the two muscular thighs caging his frame.
He nonetheless didn't linger too much on them. Eager to discover what was hiding below the tantalising line of hair sticking out of Mista's pants, Narancia's hands swiftly climbed up to the vivid blue fly standing out on the otherwise red-orange tiger pants.
The four (!!!) buttons popped open one by one until the frankly hideous leopard pattern of Mista's boxers came into view.
Resisting with all his mental strength the primal urge to rib his best friend about his choice of underwear, Narancia instead opted to make the offensive sight disappear from his view by lowering in one go the pants and underwear down Mista's ankles.
The gunslinger's erection sprang out of his boxers like a jack-in-the-box. As soon as it came into view, Narancia found himself unable to detach his eyes from it—not that he had any intent of doing so anyway.
Mista almost puffed with pride upon seeing the way his friend was ogling at his cock: mouth agape and pupils blown wide, detailing the large member as if he would be asked to draw it from memory. (Mista's length throbbed at the thought; Narancia was a bit of an artist in his free time, and the gunslinger had more than once assumed the role of model for his friend's pencil strokes. Maybe next time, if a 'next time' there would be...)
Mista was brought back to Earth by the sensation of Narancia's small hand carefully wrapping around the base of his erection. The younger man looked up at his friend and, in the straightforward fashion characteristic of his person, said four words which the gunslinger wasn't half-displeased to hear.
"Can I suck it?"
"Help yourself." Mista spread his thighs wider and leaned back into the couch, elated at the prospect of one of his many fantasies becoming reality.
"Okay," Narancia let out in a breath. "It's my first time doing it, but I'll try to do my best." He flashed Mista a toothy smile, clearly trying to conceal his nervousness as best as he could.
The gunslinger didn't doubt one second that the short man would give nothing but his very best: he knew what his friend was capable of achieving when he put his mind into it (as long as 'it' wasn't maths-related, to Fugo's great chagrin).
Permission now granted, Narancia went to work. He tilted his head to the side and rested it on one of the muscular thighs, feeling Mista's coarse hairs tickle his cheek. He stuck his tongue out and made a first wet contact with the cock: his wet muscle slowly glided from bottom to top, sensually. He took his time to tease Mista, doing his best to give an impression of maturity remote from his own virgin buzz.
Pride swelled in his chest when he heard Mista draw a long breath out, paired with the scratching of nails against the couch. When he reached the top, he let his tongue linger over the red tip while giving Mista's shaft some slow, shallow pumps; thereby lowering his foreskin and revealing more of the glans. Soon, the salty taste of pre-seminal fluid titillated his taste buds. He took it as a hint to get down to the main act: the occasion to finally give in to his virgin eagerness that he was trying so hard to contain, finally presenting itself.
Giving one stroke all the way to the base, fully baring Mista's tip, he took a deep breath in, opened his mouth wide, and lowered his head.
Taking Mista's length in his mouth revealed itself to be more difficult than anticipated. The first centimetres (1 cm ≈ 0.4 inch) already filled up almost all the space in his mouth, causing Narancia to seriously wonder how the hell was he supposed to take more in, moreover while trying to prevent teeth interference.
A generous number of seconds flowed by, during which he was racking his brains to find a solution all the while trying not to panic. Unfortunately, the more he was urging himself to think, the more painfully aware of the situation he became, and of the time leaking tirelessly—and the more his jaw hurt, Mista's organ seeming resolutely impossible to fit into his small mouth.
Embarrassment grew inside of him at an alarming rate. His cheeks were burning, the concern of what Mista might be currently thinking about him and his inertia spiralling inside his brain.
Eventually, Narancia forced himself to snap out of inaction. Eyes resolutely fixed on the bush of coarse hairs in front of him, the young man took leverage on a hairy thigh and tried to lower his head further, doing his best to relax his jaw and throat. He managed to fit a few more centimetres in; but so few that they could be counted on the fingers of one hand, Narancia realised with despair. He tried to push further, but his gag reflex suddenly manifested itself and hindered his sexual ambitions.
Panicking, Narancia got off of Mista's erection to breathe and swallow a few times, trying to appease the bodily reaction which was working in his disfavour.
He risked making eye contact; his friend sent him an encouraging smile, which lowered Narancia's nervousness a few notches down. While the two young adults relentlessly teased each other, at the end of the day they had each other's best interest at heart, and knew where to draw the limit between harmless ribbing and plain malice.
Still, Narancia hadn't abandoned the project of offering his partner a decent blow job. He reciprocated the smile, took a deep breath in and went back to work.
This time, he decided to bunny hop into the act: closing his eyes and quickly lowering his head in one go. The attempt was partially successful, as he was able to take more of Mista's member; but unfortunately for him, the counterblow also proved to be stronger. He violently choked and gagged at the brutal intrusion, and was left with no choice but to abruptly get off of Mista's cock.
He immediately got into a coughing fit, one hand covering his mouth to sheathe his surroundings from his gobs of spit. Worried, Mista leaned forward to rub his back. "Dude, you okay?"
"Y–" Another bout of coughing cut the boy. "Yeah–"
Great, he thought, bitter. He had just made a fool of himself in front of his best-friend-crush. For an instant, tears of humiliation threatened to fall from his eyes; but he swallowed them back, deciding that he couldn't give up so easily.
He took Mista's hand and placed it at the back of his head, flat against his black hair. "Push me down."
Mista blinked, perplexed. "What?"
From the floor, Narancia looked sideways, avoiding eye contact. "Push me down your dick. I can't do it myself." The last sentence almost came out as a whisper, painful confession of Narancia's inability. The young man opened his mouth wide for the third time and started to lower his head, but was suddenly stopped by Mista's voice.
"Dude, no!"
The large hand quitted the back of Narancia's head to settle instead on his forehead and push his head backward. Narancia sent him a confused look.
"I'm not gonna do that! That's a pro move. Can't do it on a rookie," his elder said, a smile at the corner of his mouth. Narancia pouted, glaring at him, causing Mista to quickly readopt a more serious face. "Seriously, you'd get hurt... Trust me, it'll not be a fun time for you."
"But it's my problem if I get hurt! I want it! I gave you my consent!" Desperation and frustration had replaced anger on Narancia's face.
"And I do not give you mine in return." The words caused Narancia's frustrated face to wear out, instead replaced by a mix of disconcertion and musing. "I'd be a real jerk for accepting that," Mista went on. "If you can't take it..." He weighed his words, trying to choose ones that wouldn't hurt Narancia's pride. "…by now, you shouldn't force it. It's your first blow job, right?"
Between his legs, a sullen Narancia was frowning, clearly fighting up tears. Mista's hand was back in his hair, this time to gently rub his scalp. "I know I'm a lot to take..." Despite himself, Narancia let out a snort. His friend smiled. "It's only normal that you can't take it on the first try. We're not in a porn." (who's gonna tell them–)
Narancia seemed to calm down under Mista's caring touch. Soon, his natural propensity of bouncing back after falling on his rear replaced the sulk. Fine; maybe deepthroating wasn't his forte. But he had more than one trick up his sleeve...
He gently pushed Mista's arm away. Making eye contact and sending his partner the most concupiscent gaze he was capable of, he brought his pointer and middle fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, slowly gliding his tongue across his skin. Above him, Mista seemed greatly receptive to his performance: his gaze riveted on Narancia and the sensual motions of his tongue.
Eventually, the latter took his fingers out of his mouth, shiny with saliva, and lowered them at the level of Mista's taint—not quite touching it. He smirked and raised an eyebrow, eyes still locked with Mista's. "Do I have your consent for that?"
Without a second thought Mista slumped back into the couch, further exposing his backside. "Fuck yeah."
The gunslinger's hole smoothly accepted the first finger. Narancia made a few back and forth for form, before not wasting any more time and curling his finger in search of Mista's sweet spot.
Mista gasped when the digit reached and pressed at a certain location of his anatomy, not expecting his friend to find his prostate so quickly. Narancia had at the very least some experience in the matter...
Mista's abandoned sex throbbed at the mental vision of the young man laying on his bed, clear of his pants, a hand between his legs in search of that sweet spot on his own body...
A second finger joined the first, and Mista's eyes closed on their own when the pressure on his prostate consequently intensified. However, they opened again when some wet caresses on his cock joined the party, allowing him to witness a truly delectable scene: holding his organ steady with a tight grasp around the base, Narancia was back on gliding the flat of his tongue across his length.
Mista's heart almost stopped when the boy made eye contact with him through dark eyelashes and gently sucked on his tip while giving his shaft long, firm strokes, his deft fingers still milking the gunslinger's prostate at a moderate pace.
The visual stimulation brought the tan man closer to his release. His breathing quickened and he began rocking his hips forward to meet Narancia's fingers, silently prompting him to speed up the pace.
Catching on to the non-verbal cues, the younger man accelerated both of his wrists: quickly pumping his friend with one hand and relentlessly hitting his sweet spot with the other. He had withdrawn his mouth from Mista's cock and was now panting in rhythm with his efforts, lips and chin still shiny from saliva; dilated pupils still fixed into Mista's brown half-closed eyes.
Through his swiftly-ascending bliss, rising closer and closer to the summit at each second, the gunslinger blurted out: "Watch out... I'm about to..."
Narancia feverishly nodded. He released Mista's shaft a few seconds to tuck the long bangs of hair falling on his face behind his ears, before placing his hand back to its initial position and resuming his energetic motions. Finally, he stuck his face right in front of Mista's cock and closed his eyes.
Realising what his attractive partner was waiting for, eyes closed and brows knitted in the effort, was what ultimately pushed Mista over the edge. White, sticky ropes soon hit Narancia's delicate face; the younger man slightly flinched from surprise, but accepted the present no less enthusiastically—dutifully pumping his friend's sex and milking his prostate, until said friend was hissing from overstimulation.
Narancia opened his eyes and withdrew both of his hands from Mista's body. Under the latter's weary eyes, the man on the floor trailed an inquisitive finger on his stained cheek to gather some of the viscous substance and brought it to his mouth. Disgust immediately twisted his features. "Mista, what the fuck have you eaten?!"
Not having missed a crumb of the scene, Mista snorted and shrugged. "What exactly did you expect? That shit's not supposed to taste good..."
"Well sure, not good, but not that fucking nasty!" Narancia was turning his head to the sides while talking, looking for a can of juice to chase the offensive taste off his palate.
He stared at the one laying next to Mista's left foot—the dark opening of its already opened pull-tab akin to a mocking toothless mouth; the metal ring of the vertical lever a unique eye staring back at him and taunting him. He sighed. "I've already told you, you should eat more vegetables. Mine's not–"
The young man instantly shut his mouth mid-sentence, realising what he was about to confess.
Unfortunately, he had already said enough for Mista to catch on. The taller man burst into laughter while his friend's face turned crimson.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Narancia mumbled while getting up, eager to brood his embarrassment alone and get rid of the biohazardous substance on his face.
"Come back quick," Mista replied. "We're not done yet..." He slid a hand up the curve of his friend's backside while pointedly staring at the tent deforming the tight black pants. "I'll have to check if one's diet really makes a change..."
Needless to say, Narancia spent significantly less time brooding in the bathroom than originally planned. Barely two minutes later he was back in the living room, face dripping with water and eyes shining with anticipation.
Mista had made use of the two minutes to put his pants back on and clear the couch from the bags of chips and the salty crumbs— at least as much as the short time frame allowed him to. (Inevitably, Buccellati was going to make them vacuum the couch the next day. The chore had almost become a habit of their Sunday afternoons, just as much as Saturday nights were dedicated to their weekly movie session.)
The tall man patted the couch: "Lay there. I'm gonna take care of you."
Without needing to be told twice, Narancia jumped on the couch and wriggled out of his bottom garments under Mista's amused eye.
The gunslinger kneeled down between his friend's thin legs, mirroring the pair's prior placement. He looked up: his partner was staring right at him with impossibly dilated pupils; almost vibrating from anticipation. The young man became even more flustered when Mista sent him a seductive wink before redirecting his gaze downward.
While Narancia might have been less hairy than his companion in terms of hair per inch of skin, it was clear that trimming his lower regions wasn't the man's number one priority. The wild, straight-ish black blades were spreading untamed around his proud erection, which was currently twitching from arousal— almost calling Mista.
The latter began by sliding his palm against Narancia's thigh, squeezing it softly and appreciatively on his way to the younger man's groin. Eventually, the hand reached the junction between the inner thigh and pelvis. It commenced a motion as if about to grab the full hard-on arising from between the slim legs, twitchy and needy, yearning for some stimulation; but at the last moment, the hand suddenly diverted its trajectory and instead dove down to smoothly cup Narancia's balls.
The unexpected touch pulled out a gasp from the young man.
Mista began tenderly massaging his friend's balls, eyeing Narancia's reactions with satisfaction: the younger man was contracting his thighs and letting out pleasured exhales through his parted lips, clearly enjoying the caresses.
Without interrupting the fondles, Mista brought his free hand in front of his mouth and bluntly spit in it before finally bringing it to the abandoned erection. A powerful throb ran through the length, the pulse reverberating against Mista's palm. He smiled. "You like it?"
To no surprise, Narancia vehemently nodded, eyebrows knit close together. "Your hand's bigger than mine... Feels nice."
The corners of Mista's lips curved further up on their own. He started slowly moving his hand, sliding his palm down to the base. There, he squeezed the organ more firmly; earning yet another high-pitched, pleasured gasp from his partner.
The hand situated below unfolded its middle finger and pressed it past Narancia's testes, right against his perineum. A full moan escaped from the young man's throat; he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, not wanting to disturb the sleep of the other occupants of the house— more so for his and Mista's sake than out of concern for their precious rest, it should be said.
Indeed, who would ever want to be caught sitting on the couch of a shared living room naked from the bottom, their best friend's hands around their genitals? (Narancia's dick twitched at the thought. Fortunately, the boy was too deep into the state of arousal to feel any serious sense of shame about his exhibitionism fantasies.)
Another firm press against his prostate made Narancia's head fall backward— or at least press further against the backrest of the couch, his slumping position preventing his neck from straightening past an obtuse angle from his torso. As if to compensate for the hand against his mouth which was considerably toning down the phonic expression of his pleasure, Narancia's dick was expelling a generous flow of precome, the clear drops graciously dripping down its length and gathering on the side of Mista's tan hand.
The latter was having his utmost pleasure toying with Narancia's body, putting his experience to good use in showing his best friend a good time.
Or was he really his best friend at this point? How would this night affect the nature of their relationship?
Would everything be back to normal come tomorrow morning? Mista wasn't sure if he was ready for that; if he would be able to act as if nothing took place between the two of them.
Either way, this was Narancia's first sexual experience with someone; and one-time-thing or not, Mista was determined to make it a memorable event for his companion. Especially if this was going to be their only night as more than friends.
"Ever wondered what it would feel to have your ass eaten?" Mista asked out of the blue.
Another strong throb against Mista's palm told him all that he needed to know before Narancia even replied. When he did, his answer once again echoed their interaction from a few minutes ago, when the roles were reversed.
"Fuck yeah."
Mista released his partner's genitals — consequently earning an uncomfortable squirm from the sudden loss —, seized him by the hips and turned his lithe body 90 degrees to the side. Narancia was now laying along the couch's length, his rear elevated on the armrest. Mista then let go of the narrow hips to instead grab both of the slim thighs; lifting them up, he pushed them against Narancia's torso, exposing his backside under a more intimate light.
Mista raised his gaze to his friend's for approbation.
The younger man took a few seconds to react, a bit stunned by Mista's quick manipulation of his light figure. Once he snapped out of it, though, he immediately gave a fervent nod.
It was all Mista needed to resume his actions. Letting go of the thighs, he grabbed Narancia's cheeks and parted them, exposing his partner's hole. The gunslinger didn't waste time and dove in head first— or rather tongue first, his wet muscle starting with teasing circles around the puckered skin. The ring of muscle twitched under the licks, unused to the foreign sensation; above, still raised in the air, Narancia's toes curled under the light mauve fabric of his sock.
Mista made a few more circles, before licking more directly at his partner's anus.
The younger man loudly gasped. As if in an urging attempt to hang on to the first object within his reach which would anchor him down to Earth, his hand swiftly dove between his legs and closed around the throbbing spear of his own sex. Holding it tightly, he started moving his hand up and down, slowly stroking it; the sluggish pace contrasting with Mista's luscious licks and sucks a few centimetres below.
The two men were deaf to whatever noise the TV speakers were emitting, their ears wholly focused on the combination of wet and fleshy sounds coming from Mista's slick tongue dancing a lecherous jive, and from Narancia's hand executing a very familiar motion.
In his intent in pleasuring Narancia to the best of his abilities, the gunslinger buried his head further between his friend's glutes, causing his nose to press right against Narancia's perineum. The latter groaned at the added sensation and sped up the pace of his hand.
In the midst of his bliss, he tuck his chin and lifted his head further up, trying to have a better view of Mista's curls peeking from between his own spread thighs— almost exclusively getting off to the fact it was his best friend who was currently rimming him so skilfully, spreading drool on his sensitive hole with dexterous licks.
Unsurprisingly, the inexperienced man quickly reached his peak; panting, moaning and pumping his dick faster and faster while Mista was tonguing his intimacy, until his small hand was painted in a translucent white.
Mista gave his friend's ass one long, last suck before he got up from the floor. He came to Narancia's level and couldn't help but pause a few seconds to admire his partner: full lips slightly parted, toned chest heaving in time with his panting; long, black strands sticking to his sweaty forehead; brows furrowed and lids screwed shut.
Narancia lazily opened his eyes when the gunslinger gently grabbed the wrist clad in orange fabric and brought the stained hand to his mouth; there, he stuck out his oh-so-deft tongue and scooped up the cooling semen. Feeling the slick organ back against his skin threatened to bring Narancia's spent dick back to life.
Mista retreated his tongue back into his mouth. After a few seconds where he let the taste linger on his taste buds, his eyes widened. "Holy shit, dude. You were right."
In the midst of his post-orgasmic haze, Narancia raised a weary but nonetheless victorious fist in the air. " 'Told ya."
Mista let out a small laugh, admitting his defeat. He got rid of his sweater and pants until he was dressed all in all in the eyesore which were his boxers. He then fetched the blanket bundled up at the other end of the couch and laid down on top of Narancia, spreading the cover over their forms.
Narancia instantly wrapped his arms around his friend's waist and snuggled against him, inhaling his strong musk. Feeling the other man's lean muscles around his meatier body sparked a delectable sensation inside Mista's stomach, a warm and bubbly lump tickling his insides in a soft yet ecstatic way.
Both men turned their heads to the screen, lazily following the last segment of the movie Mista hardly registered the context of— Narancia even less so.
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feel like heaven - incubus! leone abbachio
└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌:incubus! leone abbachio x afab reader 
└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.3k
└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: monster fucking, non-con to dub-con, praising, fingering, unprotected sex, matting press, bitting, spanking, mentions of God, All characters are 18+ here.
↳𝖆/𝖓: The other day a incubus visited me lol. Wish it has been Abbachio ngl
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Thinking about incubus! Abbachio. He watches you sleep for a couple of days, hiding in the shadows of your room and attentively observing when you touch yourself.
He hasn't even done anything yet, and he finds it amusing how a pretty little thing like you is so needy all the time. Abbachio decides it's time to start his job when after a long day of work you arrive at your house and fall asleep almost immediately.
Abbachio softly touches your skin, feeling how it bristles as a reflex. You were so tired that day that you decided to sleep in your underwear, not even bothering to use a pajama; he traces small figures on your back, enjoying the way you fix yourself on the bed and bury your face on the pillows.
Abbachio reaches your ass and gives it a soft but firm spank, enough for you to jump on the bed but quiet enough so that you don't wake up. He is a sucker for the flesh moving when he grabs your asscheeks and feels the pool starting to form in your core.
You think you're having a wet dream again, so you pay it no mind when you feel Abbachio's fingers outline your pussy lips over your underwear because you are 100% sure it's all part of your imagination. He can feel the heat in your skin and smell your arousal; all those nights he was hiding in the shadows of your room and dreams, studying your body and your behavior, were now worth it because he has a taste of you.
Abbachio reaches the hem of your panties and pulls them down, throwing them to the floor. The cold air hits your pussy as you moan softly into the pillow and something lights in your inside. This is way too good to be a dream.
He feels your blood pressure rising, and he knows you're close to waking up, but before you have any chance of opening your eyes, he opens your pussy lips and gathers some of your arousals into his fingers before pressing your clit.
"Ah!" you moan as you fit the sheets. It is not a dream anymore. With sleepy eyes, you turn your head to try and understand what's going on, and that's when you see him. The slender figure of Abbachio is standing behind you while rubbing your clit.
With long, grey hair, dark purple horns, and a matching tail, Abbachio stares at you, and a smirk appears on his face. "Don't worry your pretty head and enjoy," he says. His deep voice pierces your ears and sends shivers to your pussy. A finger makes its way inside you, and the sudden intrusion has you moaning again.
"Who- Who are you?" you ask. You want to fight him and tell him to go away, but the feeling is so overwhelming that it leaves you helpless.
"Not who but what," he corrects you, focusing on fingering you. "The name's Leone. I've been watching you for a couple of days, and I know you like this, don't you?" Abbachio gives a hard slap to your ass, making you jolt and moan because of the impact. He starts kissing your lower back, making his way up to your neck and burying his face in it.
You feel his lips sucking on your skin, and even his fangs brush your skin. His fingers never leave your pussy, and while you are trying to process everything that's going on, you feel something hard pressing on your ass. That's when you realize he's been naked the whole time. His skin is cold compared to yours.
"What are you?" You ask, moving uncomfortably for having his naked body over you. 
"An Incubus," he answers as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He trails kisses from your neck to your shoulder, where he bites you hard enough for his fangs to leave a mark. "I'm not here to hurt you, darling. I wanna make you feel good,"
Abbachio feels you gushing around his fingers, and he likes the feeling of your tight, warm walls coming closer and closer to your orgasm. "See? I hate God, but I'm going to make you feel like heaven,"
His fingers curl inside you, touching that spot that drives you crazy and has you cumming in seconds. You are too fucked up to think about what's going on, but you know he wasn't lying when he said he wanted to make you feel good.
He gets up from on top of you, giving you a chance to breathe properly, but before another thought comes into your mind, Abbachio flips you over your back and has you facing him. His horns make him look terrific, but the smirk on his face is full of lust.
"Now, I'm gonna be clear with you, human," he says. His big hands open your legs again, and he taps his dick into your clit. That's when you realize how big he is. He is not only long but thick, with a red head leaking pre cum and big balls.
"Just be a good girl, and everything will be alright, got it?" His long hair falls on his body, and for a single moment, you admire the presence of the demon that is about to fuck you.
You nod, and he senses the fear in your soul. He believes there's nothing better than a fresh human who has never experienced this before. He aligns his cock with your entrance and slowly makes his way inside of you, savoring every part of your pussy. 
"Leone!" you moan and sink your nails into his forearms. "Wait, I-" suddenly, your mouth is stuffed with something pointy and scaly. His tail.
"Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you, I already told you," Abbachio reassures you again, even tho he knows he has the strength and stamina to break your fragile human body.
He begins pounding into you slowly, pulling out completely and then slamming into you. You feel his cock head kissing your cervix, and you feel him deep inside you.
Abbachio's hands are gripping the fat of your hips to keep you in place while he groans. Your mind feels dizzy and confused, you still aren't sure of what's going on, but you swear to your soul that you are enjoying it; no one has ever made you feel this kind of pleasure, and now that an incubus was fucking you raw and savage, you wouldn't waste it.
"Fucking little human, you're mine, got it?" he says, pushing your legs into your chest in a perfect matting press. "Say you're mine," he needs you to say those words, and then his job will be done. Abbachio needs to claim your soul so that he can use you whenever he wants. 
"Say you're mine, and I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of," his voice is shaky because he feels how close you are. He feels your pussy clenching around him, milking him.
Abbachio removes his tail from your mouth with a strand of saliva connecting it, "I'm yours, Leone. I'm yours!" you admit while the knot inside of you snaps, feeling how your climax takes over your body again.
You don't know it yet, but you just have given your soul to Leone Abbachio, and he feels on cloud 9. A few more thrusts and he is spilling his hot cum inside you, making sure you take every drop of his seed.
He falls a top of you, carefully of not to hurt you. Despite him fucking you hard and strong, his skin is still stone cold, and you take this chance that he is laying above you to touch his horns.
They have the same texture as his tail, and as soon as your hand makes contact with them, he can't help but feel sensitive.
"Will I ever see you again, Leone?" you ask, still caressing the scales of his horns. His eyes meet yours, and a soft smile appears on his face, "Every time you need me, I'll be there,"
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The Golden Miners - Chapter 11: The Pink Guy
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Fugo woke up in his room and was about to get dressed when he saw a note on the floor near the door. It was from Giorno, saying that his dad found a house nearby. It had the address on it, too. Great, he thought, we can visit each other without driving. The note also said he wasn't here and he'd be helping unpack all day.
Okay, so Giorno wasn't going to be here. Fugo can survive. Good thing he's friends with Narancia. He texted him and waited for a reply. Usually, Narancia replied right away, but he was taking his sweet time. Well, he needed to change his clothes. However, he received nothing from his best friend after changing.
Something probably occupied Narancia's attention. For now, he got on his computer, having YouTube and Tumblr open on two different tabs. Then his phone rang, but the caller was Trish. What did she want now?
"Yes?" Fugo answered.
"Hey, are we that pink-haired guy?" Trish asked. "You know, Doppio?"
It all came back to him now. "Oh yeah. Unfortunately, Giorno isn't able to help. He moved into one of the houses here."
"Oh, well, at least Mista's replying to our text now."
Fugo had managed to see Mista's texts but was too tired to read them. He checked it now, and Mista left apologies for being unresponsive.
"So, about this search, why did you call me to help find—what's his name—Doppio?" he asked.
"Well, Mista said you're the smartest person. He'd figure you'd track him down. Go on, Google him."
Fugo rolled his eyes and did as she commanded. "Ugh, I keep getting places of coffee shops. Do we have any more details about this guy? I need to know if Doppio is his first or last name. Also, the exact city he resides in would be nice."
"How am I supposed to know that?"
"This is your problem."
He heard her sigh. "Okay, then let's ask Mista. He knows Prosciutto, who knows Risotto, who knows Doppio."
"Alright, then call him."
"Ugh, you're supposed to be the information gatherer. Fine, well, Narancia's angry with you."
"Uh-huh, sure."
Trish sighed. "And I'm angry too. But, unlike Narancia, I'm angry with both you and Giorno. You guys are rich enough to go to Disneyland and should've invited us."
"Why are you mad at us? We can't just ask for a bunch of money from our parents!"
"You're right! I hate your parents. Yeah, and even Giorno's dad!"
"Hold on. Can we get back on topic? If that's true, why would Narancia be mad at me?"
"I'll tell you if you give me the information I need."
"Ugh, fine! I'll call Mista." Fugo hung up on Trish and called Mista. "Hey, are you there, Mista? I need you to help me out with something."
"Oh, Fugo. It's you," Mista said, sounding depressed. "Sorry for not answering your calls and texts. I made everyone worry, didn't I?"
"Yeah." Formaggio was right. Prosciutto must've broken up with him. He wasn't sure how to approach this and was nervous. "Could you tell me about any of Prosciutto's friends?"
"Oh, sure." Mista sighed. "Formaggio seems alright. He's in a relationship with Illuso, a stuck-up prick. Pesci is Prosciutto's ugly little friend. He creeps me out. Melone's hot, but I think Ghiaccio, some guy who reminds me of you, is dating him. Then there's Prosciutto's boyfriend, Risotto. Not going to lie, he's hot as fuck. I guess I shouldn't be so upset he broke up with me. I would, too. I can't tell who's hotter, him or Giorno's dad."
Fugo almost barfed. "Um, could you tell me more about Risotto?"
"Did you and Giorno get into a fight or something? Risotto is a little too old for you."
"What? No! Oh my god! Just tell me about Doppio, the guy he was dating!"
"Sheesh, don't get your panties twisted! I met up with Doppio—oh, that's his last name, by the way—and he tried to get with me. Before I could agree, I asked him for his age, and he said he was 33. Dude looked like he had just turned 18! What the hell kind of anti-aging cream does he use? It's probably expensive. I turned him down. He seems high-end."
"What's his first name?" Fugo sounded impatient.
"Vinegar. Yeah, strange, I know. Hey, don't you find it's weird how we're named after food?"
Fugo ignored his question and searched Doppio, finding zero results. He used other search engines, and still nothing. "Does Doppio live in Italy?"
"Yeah, I assume somewhere in Sardinia. He sounds like he's from there. Why?"
"Ah, it's nothing. Where is Doppio usually? Do you have his contact information?"
"Sorry, but I don't know where you can find him, and he didn't give me his contact info."
"That's fine. Later." Fugo sighed and hung up on Mista. He dialed Trish, and she answered. "I need to confirm something. Your mother met your dad in Sardinia, right?"
"Yes, Costa Smeralda, to be exact," she answered. "Did you find him?"
"Not exactly. I can't find where he lives. His name is Vinegar Doppio, and he's 33. Mista assumed he lived in Sardinia. That's it. That's all the information I have."
"Thanks." Trish sighed. "I don't know what to do. How will I find him?"
"I would've told you if I knew that. You're going to do this by yourself."
"Except I'm not going to do this by myself. Besides, Narancia wants to help, and I think you guys need to fix what's going on between you two. This might be a great way, and Narancia isn't smart. He'll need all the help he can get. Let's—"
"Now, hold on!" an angered Fugo interrupted. "Narancia may be bad at math, but that does not mean he's a burden to the search!"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Let's meet at the beach. It's not too hot to go on a search."
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Everyone except for Giorno was at the beach. Narancia didn't seem too happy with Fugo and tried to wedge Mista between them.
"Alright, everyone," Trish started, "Doppio isn't here, so we'll search all of Naples for hints or clues. Now, we'll split the group into two. I'll be with Sheila while you boys do whatever you do."
"I may not be the smartest," Narancia said. "But I won't be an issue. Do I need Fugo with me?"
Before Trish could answer, Fugo glared at him and interrupted. "If there's something you want to say, say it."
"We're going to go now," Trish said, taking Sheila by the hand and running away."
"Wait!" Mista was about to go after them but stopped, looking at his two friends arguing. "Hey, can we work together?"
"Did you enjoy the beach without us, Fugo?" Narancia questioned.
"I wished you joined us, but you just had to play Just Dance for hours!" yelled Fugo.
"You would've joined us if you weren't Giorno's little bitch!"
"Excuse me?"
"You've been spending so much time with Giorno that you've ignored us! Right, Mista?"
"Do I have to answer that? Could we please find Trish's dad?" Mista avoided.
"Ugh! Whatever. I supposed we should head to Risotto's house." Narancia took out his phone and typed away. Fugo caught a glimpse of Risotto's address in the Google results.
"How'd you know how to search for people's addresses?" Fugo asked.
"My Twitch chat told me one time. When you were off having fun at Disneyland without us, Formaggio doxxed me."
"I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well, whatever. I know where Risotto lives. Hmm, this neighborhood isn't so friendly. Luckily, I know friends who live there."
"Oh, those questionable friends who abandoned you?"
"Shut up!" Narancia threw a punch at him, but Mista gripped his arm before it made contact with Fugo's face.
"Stop, guys!" Mista separated them. "We're making a scene here. You're going to get the cops on us. Cool it! If we're lucky, Abbacchio might show up. Do you guys want to be lectured by him?"
"No," the boys answered.
Narancia sighed. "Let's just get this over with. Don't talk to anyone in this neighborhood. I hope Trish and Sheila don't follow us. I heard a few horror stories. You guys watch the news, right? Sometimes, the newscaster would talk about how bad it's over there."
"I hardly watch the news," Mista said, "but I got it. I brought a gun with me, just in case. Prosciutto gifted me his revolver." He let them have a peek at it before putting it away.
"Mista, I never asked if you're alright after the breakup. I'm sorry. Are you broken up with him?"
"I'm a little sad, but I'll be fine." Then he blushed. "Besides, I want to look at Risotto again, hehe!"
"The neighborhood isn't far. That must be why Risotto took Doppio here." Narancia grinned at Fugo. "Wow, you took Giorno near a dangerous neighborhood and didn't know? That's not like you."
Fugo clenched his fists. "Enough! Let's go."
The walk wasn't far. Fugo had never noticed the tall, grungy apartments because cleaner and well-maintained buildings hid them. New graffiti overlapped with the faded and ugly ones. Some were almost washed away. As for the people, unsavory people watched the boys. Fugo felt like someone was watching them and got closer to Narancia, but the black-haired boy coldly shoved him away.
"Dude, hug Mista. He's the one with the gun," Narancia whispered.
"Don't worry, Fugo. We're almost there," Mista said.
He wanted to look back to see if they were following, but Mista checked for him.
"Hey, you alright?" he whispered to him.
"Yeah, I think I'm just paranoid," Fugo answered, continuing to whisper.
"Can't blame you. You may be loaded, but you dress badly."
"Now that I think about it, I think I'm safe. You guys spend your allowance on expensive clothing."
"Seriously? Shit, no wonder why I felt eyes on me!" Mista panicked, no longer whispering.
"Mista, calm down!" Narancia ordered. He pulled out his pocket knife. "Where's Risotto's apartment number? If you guys are going to be pussies about this, I'm going by myself."
"And leave you by yourself?" Fugo said. "No."
"Quit pretending you care about me."
"Shut up!" Mista demanded. "We're near his home. Quiet!"
They stopped near a door. Fugo noticed signs of a break-in and some dried blood on the door frame. He moved the welcome mat, which covered more blood.
"I'm scared," Fugo admitted.
Risotto opened the door. He was tall and looked unamused. It seemed his presence intimated Narancia, seeing as he dropped his knife and bumped into Fugo.
"Mista?" Risotto spoke, and the two boys noticed their friend blushing furiously. "Who are these two?"
"H-hi! Um, do you know where Doppio is?" Mista asked.
"He went to meet a blond guy he met this morning. I don't know who. And before you ask Mista, it's not Prosciutto. He's with me."
"He's here? Um, do you guys want company?"
"Mista!" The two boys jabbed his stomach.
"Ouch! Okay, do you know this blond guy?"
"No," Risotto answered. "But I've seen him. He's the toughest guy I've ever seen. And before you go, I think that guy might be a tourist."
Before he could close the door, Mista put his foot in the doorway. "Do you have his number, Twitter, anything?"
"Doppio's tough to contact. He'll contact you when he wants to. Can you leave?"
Mista unlocked the door and left the neighborhood with his friends.
"So, all we have is a mysterious blond guy," Narancia said.
"And he's buff," Mista added.
"Don't tell me who I think it is," Fugo said. He got his phone out and called Giorno. "Hey, GioGio, what's your dad doing currently?"
"I'm not sure," Giorno answered. "I finished unpacking, but he wasn't helping me. Instead, he enlisted an army of his friends to help. It's ridiculous! Also, I have no idea where my mother is. Should I text him?"
"Yes."
"Okay, hold on. I just texted him. I'm waiting for a reply. Is there a reason why you need him?"
"Remember that pink-haired guy we saw at the beach? We might think he's Trish's dad and might be with your dad."
"Her dad with my dad? What do you mean?"
"Dating. They're together. That's what Risotto's saying."
"No, that can't be. My dad is with my mother. They're out there somewhere doing something." Fugo heard the doorbell ring through the phone. "Hold on. I think my dad is home. Hey, Dad, your friends— Oh no. Um, where's Mother? You broke up with her? Is that why you brought home this guy?" It sounded like Giorno was moving. "Hey, babe, you need to get over here."
"Thanks. I love you!" he said before hanging up. "Ugh, now I need to call Trish."
"Hey, I think I'll head home," Narancia said. Fugo knew him well enough to hear that sad tone in his voice.
"Hey, Narancia, I'm sorry for fighting with you."
He sighed. "I just want to be alone right now."
Fugo looked at Mista, hoping he'd know what's up. He didn't. They let Narancia walk away.
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The four of them arrived at Giorno's house around 1 PM. Fugo rang the doorbell. Hopefully, Giorno heard the door. It sounded like he was having a party.
"Do you think Giorno's got food?" Mista asked. "We haven't eaten lunch."
"Sorry, I guess I was so caught up trying to search for my dad," Trish apologized. "Hmm, don't you think it's strange how Giorno's dad had vacationed here for a week and already has a house here? Can he do that, Fugo?"
"Trust me. He can," Fugo replied. Someone like Dio, who lived for a long time, must have friends in high places. He wondered what he could get away with.
Giorno opened the door. "Oh, guys, you're here."
"You just moved in," Trish said. "How have you finished unpacking?"
"Well, my dad called his friends here. And no, they're not from Japan. They're from Egypt and the other parts of Europe. I think that Hol Horse guy is from America. I don't know. He has guns and kind of dresses like a cowboy, but enough about them. I saw that pink-haired guy with my dad. Follow me. Close the door."
Trish got inside first. Fugo closed the door once everyone was in.
"Dude, Narancia's room looks nicer than this," Mista commented, looking at the beer bottles on the floor. "Are you sure you've finished unpacking?"
"It wasn't like this," Giorno explained while walking to the room where Dio held the party. "It got rowdy so fast. But Trish, how do you know if Doppio is your dad?"
"Well, I had this feeling at the beach. Do you want to know what's funny? Formaggio thought Doppio was my brother. And I'm getting that feeling again. I may not trust Formaggio, but I do trust my gut."
"Hey, Trish," Sheila said. "Formaggio said Doppio is with Giorno's dad—Dio, right? Um, does that mean Giorno's kind of like a brother?"
Mista laughed. "Hehe, Giorno and Trish are step-siblings! Why do I find that strange?"
"Wouldn't my dad have to marry Dio for him to be my stepbrother?" Trish asked, looking at Fugo.
"I'm exhausted to answer this. We've had a long day and gone without lunch," Fugo replied.
"My dad ordered pizza," Giorno said. "It'll be here soon."
They reached the door. Giorno opened it, and once he did, everyone in the room looked at them. They were all adults except for one. As for Dio and Doppio, the pink-haired man sat on his lap, making out with the blond, who squeezed him tightly. They stopped, realizing the silence filling the room, and turned to face them.
"Aw, I thought the pizza was here," Doppio whined.
"Shh." Dio planted his finger on Doppio's tender lips. "That's just my son and his friends." He looked at them. "Giorno, I said this party was for grown-ups only."
They eyed the only teenager in the party. The teen had a beer bottle in his hand.
"Except him. He's an exception. He was basically a baby, haha!"
"Um," Trish spoke up, making eye contact with Doppio. She struggled to get the words out, but there were too many people. They all looked at her with piercing stares. "Never mind," she said before leaving.
"Was she talking to me?" Doppio asked.
The doorbell rang.
"Giorno, make sure the girl doesn't get the pizza. I don't want her to eat it," Dio said.
"She hates pizza," Sheila informed.
"Giorno, get the pizza. I'll take care of Trish," Fugo said.
Fugo rushed to Trish, finding her in a corner, curled up in a ball and trembling. "Are you alright?"
She jumped and turned around. "Oh my gosh! It's you! Sorry, you surprised me. Gees, there are so many adults in there. They don't need to hear my business, and seeing Dio make out with my dad was weird."
"Yeah, it's weird. Maybe you should confront him next time."
"How will we even know if there will be a next time? It seems impossible to contact him."
"You're right, and I don't think we can ask Dio. He doesn't like you, it seems."
The two heard Sheila's footsteps. "Sorry, I had a few words with Doppio. He says he finds it silly that you're his kid, but once I showed him a photo of your mother, he had a headache and went to the bathroom. I'd follow him, but Dio yelled at me. What do we do?"
Trish sighed. "Let's just go home. Turns out this was just a waste of time. Oh, and Fugo, before we go, are we streaming Minecraft tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but I feel Narancia is not on board," Fugo answered. "He's been hostile towards me."
Giorno held boxes of pizza stacked onto each other with a salad bowl on top and walked across the halls. "You guys hungry? We can't eat with the adults, but we can head to the dining room."
"Oh! A salad? Who ordered that?" Trish asked.
"Mariah did, but I don't think she'll mind if it disappeared." He smiled, handing her the bowl.
"Ah, you're the best!"
"Hey, where's Mista?" Fugo realized he disappeared again. "Don't tell me he's in the party room."
Sheila facepalmed. "He has to be. He's 18, isn't he? Giorno, get him out of there so we can eat with him."
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etherealzx · 1 year
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hi hii <33 i hope you're doing good!
may i have a fugo dating reader who is from la squadra (but lets say buccigang and lasquadra doesn't have the beef aka no boss thing happened) so, reader and fugo are going on a date but the rest of la squadra are being the overprotective brothers and stalks them instead. reader being an oblivious sunshine of course didn't notice things going on but fugo is standing on a thin line vghdhf that would be cute
sorry if this confusing english isn't my first language, have a nice day/night ^^♡♡
I FUCKING LOVE FUGO
Fugo Dating Reader that's a Member of La Squadra
warnings: fluff, fem!reader, feminine terms used
this turned out way longer than i meant for it to be
You had been dating Fugo for a few months now. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship on the low, since you were from two different gangs. Your gangs weren't rival gangs or anything, but it was still probably a good idea to keep things between the two of you to save from potential drama.
That night, you and Fugo had planned to go on a date. You hadn't seen each other in a while due to you both having busy schedules, so the thought of seeing him put butterflies in your stomach. You had spent the entire day getting ready, taking a long shower to exfoliate your entire body, ironing all of the wrinkles out of your dress, and spending entirely too long on your hair and makeup. You had also put on your Dior perfume, something you only wore on special occasions. Your fellow LS members had noticed you getting ready all day, but no one had said anything to you yet.
As you were doing the final touches on your hair, you yelped as someone suddenly spoke behind you. "What are you getting all dolled up for, dolcezza?" It was Melone, leaning against the door frame, eyeing your figure up and down in your tight dress. "Jesus, Melone, don't sneak up on me like that!" You yelled, face turning red. He could be such a creep sometimes. He just chuckled at your anger. "Not that it's any of your business, but I've got a date tonight." Melone's eyes widened in surprise. The rest of La Squadra must have heard you from the next room over, and they all ran to the doorway of the bathroom you were getting ready in. "A DATE??" Formaggio yelled out in surprise. "With who?" Ghiaccio asked, looking annoyed but intrigued at the same time. You glanced up at Risotto, who was just standing with his arms crossed. "It's not really any of your business," You started, "But his name is Fugo. We've been going out for a few months now." You hoped this didn't give away too much of his information, since you had only given his last name. Illuso gasped from the back of the room. "Fugo? As in Pannacotta Fugo? The twerp that works for Bucciarati?" he blurted out. Fuck. Leave it to Illuso to always throw you under the bus. The rest of the group turned towards you, looks of surprise on their faces.
"Y/n, you didn't tell us you had been seeing someone from another team." Risotto said sternly, arms still crossed. You gulped as you felt your heart drop. You were terrified of your capo, you had seen what he had done to punish other LS members who got out of line.
"I know, I'm sorry... I just didn't think it was that big of a deal! Besides, they're not our rivals or anything!" You stammered nervously, desperately trying to justify seeing Fugo.
"It's fine. Just have fun... and be careful." He warned, before walking out of the room. The rest of the gang quietly followed out behind him. You felt like you could finally breathe again as they all left. You picked your purse up off the counter and made your way out the door.
Fugo had picked you up from the hideout in a nice, black car, one you assumed Bucciarati had let him borrow. "You look amazing," He said as he held the car door open for you. You felt your cheeks get hot at is words. "Thank you, so do you." He drove you off into the city, to a nice restaurant. He was giving you the princess treatment, holding doors open for you, helping you out of the car, and holding your bag for you. Despite his temper, he really was a gentleman.
Fugo wasn't showing it to you, but he was feeling uneasy. He had noticed the car that had been tailing you two since you left the La Squadra hideout, but never mentioned it to you. Even now as you sat at the small table in the fancy restaurant, he felt eyes on him. Fugo wasn't dumb, he knew what was going on. I mean, he was going on a date with another gang's only female member, of course he was being watched. As you spoke to him, his eyes were scanning the restaurant, looking for his stalkers. It wasn't until he finally looked out the window that he noticed them. Sitting in a blacked out Cadillac across the road, with five men in it. He didn't know La Squadra all too well, but he recognized one of them immediately. Illuso.
He tried to remain calm and cheerful with you, not wanting to ruin your date. He really was happy to be spending time with you, he just wished he wasn't being watched as he did so.
"Fugo, are you feeling alright?" You asked him, pulling him out of his trance. "You keep looking out the window. Is everything okay?" You placed a hand on his as you looked into his purple eyes. "Yes, I'm fine! Just admiring the beautiful night," He stammered, desperately trying to make excuses so he didn't worry you.
After dinner, he brought you back to the LS Hideout. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as he walked you to the door, opening it for you to let you inside. After he said his goodbyes, he closed the door behind you and began to walk back to his car. A chill shot down his spine as he felt the air turn cold around him. Suddenly, he couldn't move his feet, like they were stuck to the ground. He looked down to see ice had formed around them, tethering him to the ground beneath him. "Fugo, was it?" A grating voice said from behind him. Ghiaccio, Illuso, Risotto, Melone, and Formaggio revealed themselves to Fugo. Shit, he thought to himself, this is bad. "What is it you want with our sweet y/n?" Melone asked him. "N-nothing! It's not anything like that, I promise! My intentions are pure!" he stammered out nervously. Risotto laughed as he made his way toward him. "Just make sure you treat her right. No funny business. You try anything, anything at all with her and we will find you. Understood?" He asked sternly. Fugo gulped, nodding his head furiously. "Alright, Ghiaccio, let him go," He said, the ice suddenly melting from his feet. The men went back inside, still watching Fugo from the window. He ran back to the car, driving off as fast as he could. Who would have thought dating a girl from another gang would have been so terrifying?
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Buccellati & Bruno Buccellati's Gang Members, Bruno Buccellati & Pannacotta Fugo, Leone Abbacchio & Bruno Buccellati, Bruno Buccellati & Narancia Ghirga, Bruno Buccellati & Guido Mista, Bruno Buccellati & Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Buccellati & Trish Una Characters: Bruno Buccellati, Bruno Buccellati's Gang Members Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Bruno Buccellati is Spelled Bruno Bucciarati, Drabble, Fluff, Team as Family, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo, Bruno Week 2023, Challenges Summary:
Yes, his family was not like an ordinary one. But that was its charm.
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Bruno Week Day 5: Family
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