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xxxsweetdreamzxxx · 2 years

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Stormy Night

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

warnings/tags: fanfic, fluff, protective Bruno 🥹, night terrors

summary: a night terror leaves you subconsciously begging for comfort

word count: 1.7k

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Bruno walked down the hall, guided towards the bathroom door by the moonlight. Just a few minutes prior, he had awoken to a parched throat. It was too bothersome to ignore, so Bucciarati had slid out of his bed and began moving toward the nearest faucet to get a glass of water. But as he reached his hand out to turn the bathroom doorknob, he heard a low whimper to his left.

He froze, hand still outstretched, all senses now on high alert in case of danger. He turned around and stared back down the long hallway. Everyone’s doors were closed - they should be sleeping soundly. Then he heard it again, slightly louder. Now that he listened closer, it sounded like it was coming from behind the door right next to the bathroom's entrance. Yours.

You liked to keep your bedroom door cracked. It allowed air to circulate better through the room, keeping it a few degrees cooler while you slept. But the biggest reason you always left it about an inch or two open was so you could hear any commotion if something were to happen elsewhere in the Villa. You lived a dangerous life in the home of a mafioso, and you couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid. If someone were to enter the house, you wanted to know about it.

It was through this crack that Bruno heard the whimpers, causing him to begin inching towards your door. Noticing the gap, he slipped his fingers through it and slowly swung the door open, cringing as it creaked slightly. To his relief, all he saw was you in your bed, the moonlight shining down on you from your window. No one else was in there; nothing looked amiss.

But then you suddenly lurched violently in your sleep, curling up into a tiny ball and tangling yourself in your sheets.

“No…” You whined, eyebrows closely knitted together with worry.

Realization struck Bruno as you twisted in another direction. You were having a nightmare. The thought pained his heart. He cared for you more than he was willing to admit, having grown fond of you in the little less than a year that you’d known each other. He rushed to your bedside in a heartbeat.

“Hey, y/n.” He whispered, not wanting to startle you.

You continued to contort yourself into awkward positions, too far into a deep sleep to hear him. He didn’t want to invade your personal space, but he could only take a certain amount of seeing you this way. He reached out to grip your shoulder lightly, shaking you gently.

“Y/n, wake up!” His voice was panicked now.

You stirred slightly, turning over to face him. But your eyelids were still squeezed firmly shut.

You let out a small sigh. “Stay.” You murmured, sounding broken inside.

For a second, Bruno thought you were awake and talking to him. But you continued to thrash about, rolling closer to the other side of the bed as you outstretched your arm and laid it on your mattress with a soft thud.

Not knowing what else to do, Bruno took your outstretched hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m here, y/n. Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here.”

Your expression softened at his touch, and it seemed like you calmed down a bit. As he began to pull away, thinking your night terror had passed, you suddenly gripped his hand tighter.

“No, don’t leave me alone.” You said softly, mumbling something else inaudible.

He gulped at the way his heart fluttered. Were you awake now, asking him to stay? He couldn’t exactly do that respectfully - your bed was only a twin. He studied your face a moment longer, concluding that no, you were still sound asleep. Your nightmare seemed to have subsided, but you still held his hand tighter than ever.

Coming to a decision, he leaned down and carefully scooped you up from your bed, holding you in his arms. You squirmed slightly before resting your head on his chest. His heart pounding, he smiled lovingly down at you - in this state of serenity, you were adorable. He took you through your still-open door and halfway down the hall to his room. Entering, he walked you to one side of his queen bed and gently laid you down, pulling the blankets over you. He then moved to the other side, slipping under the sheets and leaving space between himself and you.

When he laid his head on his pillow, about to close his eyes, you muttered something that made him instantly look your way.

“Bruno…” You mumbled, eyes still firmly shut.

“Yes?” He replied before realizing you hadn’t awoken. His heart swelled - did that mean he was in your dream?

“Scared… don’t wanna lose you.” You murmured, only speaking in broken sentences now.

His heart finally at its limit, he shifted over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The tiny voice telling him he shouldn’t be doing this while you were unconscious was drowned out by his desire to comfort you. After brushing your messy hair away from your face, he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

You burrowed closer to him, burying your head in his chest again. Finally at ease, you no longer made any sound, and Bruno soon fell asleep.

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You slowly opened your eyes, blinking at the bright rays of sunlight from his balcony window. You jolted in surprise when you saw Bruno sleeping soundly next to you. His arms were firmly wrapped around your stomach, and his chin-length black hair fell gracefully to frame his face. Realizing you were in his bed, your mind raced to recall the events of last night as you started to panic. You could have sworn you had fallen asleep in your own bed - at least you both still had your clothes on.

The last thing you remembered was saying goodnight to the gang before heading upstairs to your room, so how had this happened? You wanted to get answers from him, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. He looked angelic - you were stunned at how gorgeous he looked even at this hour. Truthfully you’d had a crush on Bruno Bucciarati since you’d met, but you were too shy to make it known - you thought he was way out of your league.

You still weren’t sure whether you should try and pull away or stay when he stirred. He stretched slightly before his ocean eyes fluttered open and met yours. His olive skin flushed redder as he realized he’d been holding you tight. He began to let go when you stopped him.

“No, wait.” You begged.

“I’m sorry-” He began.

“Don’t be. I am curious why I’m not in my own bed, though.”

He smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t leave you alone after you asked me not to; you had a bad dream.”

It was your turn to blush, the dream coming back to you. “What… did you hear?”

“Something about not wanting to be left alone. Amore, you’ll never have to worry about that while I’m around, I promise.”

You looked away, reddening at his words. “But what if you’re not?”

“Is that what you saw in your dream?” He inquired. His perceptiveness never ceased to amaze you.

You nodded, closing your eyes, attempting to stop them from tearing up. They flew back open as Bruno placed his hand against your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. Nothing else was said, but his gaze told you that no matter what, he’d stop at nothing to never be parted from you. You knew he couldn’t confirm that would never happen - your futures were too uncertain. But the look you shared told one another that you both cared, more than words could ever express. Somehow, you were grateful for the awful dream that had brought you closer together.

Before you could think straight, you found yourself closing the small gap left between you to meet in a slow, soft kiss. You kissed him passionately - a feeling returned just as strongly as he shifted you onto your back so he could lean over you. When you parted several moments later - his left hand flattened against your upper back - you were interrupted by the growling of your stomach. He laughed, releasing his grip on you.

“Let’s get some breakfast; it’s pretty late.” He suggested.

Embarrassed, you giggled with him. “Good idea.”

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When you and Bruno walked down the stairs together in your pajamas, you found your companions already raiding the pantry and fridge. They turned at your approach, their expressions shifting to varying versions of surprise. Everyone knew you and Bruno liked each other - it was all too obvious to anyone viewing it from the outside. But they'd almost all eventually concluded that nothing would come of it after months of watching you orbit around each other, never colliding.

Mista had been holding a cereal box away from Narancia, who jumped after the taller gunman around the kitchen. When you entered, Mista came to a sudden halt - Narancia barely able to skid to a stop before running into him and glancing over curiously to see what had distracted Mista. The duo then gave each other a look as they broke out into huge grins, instantly assuming something had occurred that really hadn’t.

Leone sat alone at a round table to the side, his eyes shifting skyward to meet yours as you entered the kitchen with Bruno standing protectively behind you. The ex-cop scowled, but behind his streaming cup of tea, he hid a secret smirk. En route to the table, Giorno remained passive - save for one eyebrow raised as he side-eyed you quizzically. He let out a small huff as he sneakily handed a wad of cash to Leone once he sat down - it appeared the older man had won a bet. Trish smiled at the two of you in greeting by the coffee maker, oblivious to any implications.

Bruno sighed before placing a hand on your lower back to guide you into the kitchen, keeping you away from the gang members who had a million questions and teases. It was going to be a long day.

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karskilledme · 1 year

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Dinner Dates - Polnareff x Fem!Reader

Description - Reader and Polnareff meet for one of their weekly dinner dates and things get sappy.

Content Warnings - None, SFW

Words - 966

Minors and ageless DNI, 18+ Only

Something about that Frenchmen just set me ablaze. Ever since our adventure to Egypt ended I had to keep making up silly reasons to visit him before all together I up and moved to France for… studies. What could I say, my heart just longed for the cheesy, not so little, flirt. Luckily, and totally not planned, my new apartment wasn’t far from his place but also just far enough to not be obvious. Because of this we were able to have weekly dinner dates, one week at my house and the next at his. It was perfect really but I was still troubled by something. Was his flirtation genuine or just his nature? Every time we met I’d be drowned in a sea of affection that tip-toed right on the edge of platonic and sometimes even further if he had more than one glass of wine. It didn’t help that I was inexperienced in the ring of romance and therefore had no idea what was normal and what was not. I let out a soft sigh and finished up my makeup. Nothing heavy but hey I had to look my best for my Frenchie. Smoothing down my dress and slipping on my shoes I was off.

The trip to Polnareff’s house was quiet. A nice autumn breeze accompanied me both to my enjoyment and dismay as my hair was now more similar to a bird's nest than anything else. The cool breeze did mean that Polnareff was likely to have the fire going and that meant it was a great excuse to huddle up next to him while we chatted. My knuckles rasped against the wood door before a distant crashing sound came from behind it. Polnareff practically ripped the door off its hinges with a worked-up pant.

“Mon Cheri! You’re early, come in, come in!” He gushed, ushering me in and out of the chill. “You look so beautiful but that wind really did a number on your hair.” He teased. I pouted and fixed it to the best of my ability but it didn’t matter much, I had seen the man with his hair in much worse states than mine was currently.

His house was warm with the roar of fire and the smell of delicious food. “It smells great Pol, I hope that crashing I heard wasn’t you dropping dinner.” I taunted. A hearty chuckle erupted from his chest, his blue eyes crinkling ever so softly.

“I would never do such a thing and let you down. These dinner dates mean too much to me mon bébé!” He exclaimed, his hands shooting in the air for emphasis. A blush crept to my cheeks, not at his usual terms of endearment but at his admittance that the dinner ‘dates’ meant something to him too. “The crashing was nothing for you to worry yourself about.” I only hummed out at his lame excuse and decided there wasn’t much need to push further.

“So what’s for dinner Frenchie.” I asked, my stomach rumbling on queue. Polnareff took notice of this and flashed me a cheesy grin.

“It’s a surprise but it’s something sure to sate that appetite of yours. Come sit and I’ll bring it out to you.” He said.

Polnareff guided me to the dining room where our usual table sat unusually adorned with a table cloth, candles, and a vase of my favorite flowers. My lips parted ever so slightly in shock as my hand made way up to them. I turned to the smirking man who stood next to me.

“What’s the special occasion? It’s not my birthday is it?” I questioned. Once my gaze met his I could feel the dramatic shift in atmosphere. My heart sped up in anticipation of what would happen next. Polnareff's gaze softened before he took my hand in his much larger, calloused one.

“Mon amour… I can’t hide it any longer, no matter what you may think of me, I must tell you! Je t’aime (Y/n). I love you; I’ve loved you ever since you bandaged me up in Egypt and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since.” He paused and brought my knuckles to his lips, placing a soft peck on them before continuing. “The thought of you going back to America after you finish school next month has been driving me crazy. I can’t imagine my life without you now! What do you say (Y/n)?” My heart had long since stopped beating. My breath was hitched in my throat, my brain too busy racing to remember basic functions. Unable to form any sort of coherent sentence I crashed my lips into his. His lips were just as soft as they looked and tasted of his last cigarette and a hint of wine. Initially he was too shocked to kiss back but soon his lips began to work in tandem with mine. His chest was pressed so tightly against mine that I could now feel his heart beating against my own, as one. I hesitantly broke the kiss, tears softly cascading down my cheeks, so much for my makeup. Gently Polnareff's strong hands wiped my tears away before cupping my cheeks.

“I love you so much Polnareff!” I choked out. He grinned before peppering me in a million little kisses. I felt dumbfounded but also the happiest I had been in a long time. All this time he really had liked me back and I was silly enough to think he could have been teasing me. I smiled at him with all the love and care I could muster.

“I’m so glad you’re mine mon cherie” He whispered. My stomach rumbled again, earning a laugh from him. “Now let's have dinner!” He cheered before whisking himself from my grasp.

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syiviolet · 2 years

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Staying Up Late w/ Narancia

This was for a friend who kins Narancia, and I love this boy. The prompt my friend wanted was simple and fun enough to execute so here it is! Enjoy my impulsive writing.

2.9k Words

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Staying Up Late w/ Narancia

Today was a Friday night, or- would it be Saturday morning?

Well, whatever the day was it didn’t change the fact of how pretty it was outside. The sky was a frightening dark colour, so much so that you could barely make out the faint wisps of clouds in the sky. You wanted to run your hands across the sky. Almost like the sky would become a liquid if you so much as laid a finger on it. You hardly knew the reason why you were looking at the sky through your window all by your lonesome. That was until you remembered.

That’s right, today was a Friday.

Fridays were usually the day you and a very energetic boy would stay up until one of you passed out, or one of you got so sick from the number of snacks you ate. Despite it being the fateful day, it was different this time around.

You had gone on a pretty taxing mission with Narancia earlier that evening because your stands worked the best for the mission. While you’ve gone on missions with him before, this one took a toll on Narancia especially. He had somehow managed to convince himself that you getting injured was his fault due to his lack of awareness. Adding on that you should’ve gone with Bucciarati or Fugo instead.

Even trying to comfort him through the drive back to the house your team shared wasn’t enough to get him out of his funk. You tried telling him that Giorno could fix the wound in a jiffy and there’d be no issue, but that didn’t stop him from insisting he’d get stronger. Eventually, night rolled around, and your usual ‘Stay up late because we don’t work very hard on the weekends’, became a solo act. Although, that part was unintentional.

You had meant to go to bed after receiving no response after knocking on Narancia’s door but your body had other plans. You had to think of ways to cheer him up, yet the only thing you could think of was what you were doing right now: staying up. You glanced over to the alarm clock to which it read 3:22 AM. Any sane person would be asleep by now, and yet you wanted to knock on his door one more time.

Giving into the urge, you stood up, walked out of your room and across the hall over to Narancia’s room. You raised your fist making contact with the door.

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

A few more silent seconds later you begrudgingly sighed and began your retreat to your room. Up until you heard the door behind you open. You whirled around to see a sleepy Narancia. He had plaid pyjama pants on with a black tank top. He rubbed his tired eyes to see you standing there in your own sleep attire.

“Y/n?” He called after your retreating figure. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Uh, well, couldn’t sleep I guess?” You laughed sheepishly.

He gave you a confused look which then became a deadpanned one. “You couldn’t sleep, so you woke me up?”

“Not exactly, I came to see if you were still up for staying up?” Technically it was a gamble to see if he was asleep or not, but you didn’t tell him that.

Hearing that made his eyes light up. “Why didn’t you ask me earlier?” He laughed brightly, and his eyes closed as he did so.

You scratched your head while you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, “You were upset the whole way back! How was I supposed to know if you were still up for our all-nighter?”

He continued to laugh, and from your perspective, it looked like he was gonna collapse and wake up the whole house in the process. He wiped away a tear, “So you woke me up at 3 AM to ask if I still wanted to stay up?”

“It’s a yes or no question, Nara!”

Only after his laughing fit did he respond with a smile and a yes. Now you two were in your room, in a haphazard bedroom fort watching Fist of the North Star. It was his favourite show and the amount you two had watched it was uncountable.

“What would you do if the world was like this?” Narancia asked, breaking both of your captivated silences.

You turned to him, “You mean if the world went to shit and basically all of our necessities were taken away because of a war?”

He nodded and hummed mindlessly.

“If I’m being honest, I probably wouldn’t even continue to try and live after some time,” You said, turning back to the screen.

“What? You really wouldn’t try to do anything?” It was Narancia’s turn to face you. He had a pout on his face like he was disappointed with your answer.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” You clarified, laying down. “I’d try to live, but surviving isn’t really living. I’d rather give up.”

Narancia brought his knees up to his chest, turning to the TV once more. “You kind of have a point there…”

“What about you, Nara?”

“What about me?”

Flipping onto your stomach you stared at him with tired eyes. You and him were hardly paying any attention to the show you two had watched millions of times. “What would you do in a world like that?”

He was stumped and started rubbing the imaginary hair on his chin. Until he chimed up like a lightbulb went off in his head. “I’d use Aerosmith to survive obviously! What kind of dumb question is that!”

You laughed at his certainty, “And without Aerosmith?”

His once happy expression changed into cold hard confusion. Every time he was going to answer it was like he hit another roadblock in his thought to which you laughed at.

“Maybe we rely on our stands too much?” You brought up.

Your gaze met each other’s and you both grinned. “Nah, no way we do,” You both said simultaneously.

You two went back to watching the show- watching the events play out. You enjoyed watching things with Narancia. He always liked putting his own comical input. Sometimes the input wouldn’t make sense to which you’d ask things and engage in his thoughts. Other times he just sat silent. Friday’s were truly a treasure.

A not-so-quiet rumble erupted from one of your stomachs. You could only assume it was Narancia’s. After your mission, you guys returned to dinner being made- courtesy of your Capo. The poor boy didn’t even eat it but instead grabbed a bag of chips and slammed his room door.

“Dammit, I knew only eating a bag of lame potato chips wasn’t enough,” He thought out loud.

“You thought it would be?”

“Man, whatever!” Narancia exclaimed. “Let’s go make something, Y/n!”

You arched a brow at the suggestion. “And get scolded by Fugo? Sorry bro, but you are SOL.” You weren’t exactly wrong. Every time the two of you wanted some snacks this late, Fugo would somehow catch one of you. It felt like he was always on the lookout for you two.

He pouted. His big purple eyes were staring you down like a puppy. “Y/n! Aren’t you hungry too?”

“Not really. I actually ate dinner.”

The boy clasped your hands, giving you the most extensive (yet fake) pleading look. “C’mon! Do it for your best bud, please! I’m starving over here!”

“No,” You responded.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes-” You grumbled and glared at him. “Okay, fine. What do you want to make?”

He grinned brightly, “Pizza Margherita!”

You deadpan, “At 4:34?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?!” He yelled defensively.

“Nothing, nothing,” You began to crawl out of your fort and paused the anime. Narancia soon followed suit. You both looked at each other like you had to pull off the biggest stealth mission of your life.

The way the house was built wasn’t the most convenient for nights like these. The stairs just had to be next to Fugo’s room and they liked to creek on certain steps. Fugo was a light sleeper too, making your mission even harder. You also had to be cautious of the rooms that were downstairs. Giorno and Trish’s rooms were down there and Mista’s room was right across from theirs, but he was a heavy sleeper so it should be alright.

You tiptoed down the stairs like you were going to step on a grenade. Finally making it to the kitchen, you and Narancia were giggling like two 7-year-olds who had just played a harmless prank on someone.

“Alright,” You began, “Do you even know how to make pizza?”

He looked at you with a fake offended expression, “Of course! What kind of Italian doesn’t know how to make a pizza?”

“You’d be surprised.”

He leaned on the counter, “Don’t we need dough, sauce and toppings?”

“We need to make the dough first, dummy,” You said, opening the pantry and looking for ingredients for the dough.

“Well, since you’re such a know-it-all, how do you make dough?” Narancia questioned, jumping off the counter and next to you.

“Easy. Flour, salt, and yeast.”

“That’s it?”

“Didn’t you say every Italian knows how to make pizza?” You asked before setting the ingredients you listed on the countertop.

“Yeah, I was just making sure you knew that! Also, don’t we need two flours?” The boy asked.

You looked at him, “Two? How come?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, something about the flour being specifically for pizza. Something Fugo said.”

“Well, we only have one bag of all-purpose flour, so we gotta make do.”

“So how do we start?” He asked.

Pondering your answer you looked at the ingredient sitting in front of you. You had all the things to make the dough, but it would also take time to rise. Knowing your and Narancia’s patience, waiting for some dough to rise was not going to happen.

“We’re going to have to use the store-bought dough,” You groaned out of slight frustration.

“Ew, why?” He asked.

“Do you really want to wait one to three hours for the dough to rise? It’ll be morning by then and everyone will be awake,” You reasoned.

He looked at you in surprise, “Three hours for some stupid dough to rise?!”

“Yup, I’m not sure about the exact science behind it but it’s just the way it is,” You sighed.

He groaned, going to the fridge and taking the store-bought dough out onto the counter; it was like he could read your mind.

“Great,” You said, taking the can and opening it. It made a loud popping sound and you just had to hope that it wouldn’t wake up the people downstairs.

“Really, Y/n? You couldn’t have opened that quieter?” Narancia asked as he looked around.

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t think you could’ve opened it any quieter. If anything, you’d probably wake up the whole house!”

“Whatever! What’s the next step?”

“Sauce and then toppings.”

Pizza was supposed to be a relatively easy meal to make. Or, that’s what you’d think. The experience itself wasn’t terrible, it just involved a lot of other factors. Shaping the dough could’ve been much easier if Narancia hadn’t grabbed a rolling pin. He was swinging it around like a sword in the dark kitchen and accidentally whacked you in the face. You were carrying the flour you had originally brought out, but Narancia’s act caused you to drop it, leaving a mess on the floor. Your nose immediately started to bleed onto the floor while you laughed and cussed the boy out. When you guys opened the sauce jar, Narancia had somehow dropped it on the floor causing it to splatter everywhere. The jar made a huge thud and you could’ve sworn you heard a door open.

While adding the toppings, you kept catching Narancia sneak-in bites of the toppings. He’d stuff his face with cheese, making him look like a hamster. You struggled to open a bag of pepperoni so Narancia tried to take over only for the bag to explode and all of the pepperonis spilt everywhere. You even had a tiny disagreement about putting mushrooms on the pizza. Leading you to cut yourself with the knife you were cutting the mushrooms with.

You two even had a blunder with the oven. The damn thing was beeping so loud that you flinched each time you pressed a button on it. Before putting it in the oven, Narancia nearly dropped the whole thing. All in all, the process could’ve been better, but the experience was a genuine one.

At the end of it, both of you are somehow alive and didn’t wake a single person up. You and Narancia looked at each other’s faces that had some remnants of flour and sauce on them and let out boisterous laughs.

“You look like a freakin’ idiot, dude!” Narancia cackled while pointing at you.

“I look like an idiot? You look even worse! That flour really did not do your hair justice,” You laughed with him.

You looked out to the kitchen, finally processing the mess. “We’re dead meat in the morning,” You sighed before giggling again.

“For sure, but who cares right now? I’m beat!” Narancia said before plopping down onto the couch.

A little while longer and the oven was nearing the end of its timer. You rushed to it and stopped it, not wanting it to blare loudly. You let out a sigh of relief before opening the oven door to be met with the aroma of pizza. Putting the hot pan that carried steaming pizza onto the stove made you want to jump for joy.

You heard Narancia’s hurried footsteps come from behind to look at the creation you two had formed. The pizza was gorgeous, to you, it felt like it was glistening and a holy yellow light was over it. It had fresh mozzarella cheese that you could already feel the cheese pull when you cut into it. In addition, there was pepperoni on your half of the pizza and mushrooms on Narancia’s. To top it off, there was basil for some greenery.

Narancia’s hand made firm contact with yours resulting in a solid high-five. It was an understatement to say you two were proud of yourselves. Making pizza with all of those mishaps all in the dark without waking anyone up no less.

“Quick! Let’s take this bad boy upstairs. I’m starving!” Narancia said, hastily rubbing his hands together.

You nodded, “Right, all of that work makes my stomach rumble.”

You groaned. You just wanted to eat pizza, but the messy kitchen had your mind racing. “Let’s just deal with it in the morning. It's 5:43 already. Bucciarati could be up at any moment.”

“Alright, let’s go!” He shrugged, not wanting to clean up anyway he was just fine with postponing it.

He ran up to your room with the pizza with you in tow. You both took a slice from your respective halves, eating it and giving each other another high five. When you and Narancia finished the pizza, you were automatically tired, like all the ruckus hit you all at once. With the anime playing and illuminating both of your faces, you lay down on one of your pillows with your blanket. Narancia did the same. You soon felt your eyes grow heavy and your body goes lax as you fell asleep after a long bizarre night.

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A little Omake

Bucciarati didn’t necessarily enjoy waking up early. It took some preparation to wake up at 5, 6, or 7 if he got lucky. Bucciarati loves his gang. Some may even say he loves them more than his own life, and he does. He loves his family. His famiglia.

Although Bucciarati loves his famiglia, he didn’t necessarily love walking into a kitchen that looked like it went through hell and back. There was flour on the counters, cabinets and even the fridge. Pepperoni everywhere, mushrooms too. He could’ve sworn he saw blood.

And while a normally neat man such as Bucciarati came into a dirty kitchen, he wasn’t angry. No, he could never be mad at his friends. He would just have to give them a light scolding is all, and that’s what he was going upstairs to do.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who ran a hurricane through the kitchen. It was obvious that it was the two most mischievous people in the small gang. Bucciarati carefully twisted your room door to see a sight that made his heart melt.

You and Narancia were cuddling in what looked like a fallen fort. The blankets added extra weight to your bodies, but judging by how you didn’t wake up, Bucciarati could only guess both of you went to sleep late. You had your face in your pillow with an arm draped over Narancia. Narancia had some drool come down his face as he snored loudly.

You two looked like dumb siblings who had just finished doing dumb things. Bucciarati could never ruin such a moment especially when both of you were obviously exhausted. So, instead of interrupting your guy’s sleep, he carefully closed the door without a sound and retreated downstairs to clean the mess himself.

Leaving two dummies to sleep by their pizza plates.

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the-cooler-kira · 2 years

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beneathashadytree · 2 months

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LUNCH TIME - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : none I think, this is set between DIU and Stone Ocean, a sort of happy family AU, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff for the loml

Word count : 0.6K words

Additional notes : This is super short, but I just missed Jotaro🫶🏽

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“You got the shallots I asked for?”

“Yeah, they had an offer, a whole kilogram for 4.55. A steal, huh?” They looked proud as they handed him the bag with the ‘DISCOUNT!’ sticker. “They also had some fresh parsley on sale, so I got some.” After setting the rest of their purchases down, they leaned in to give him a kiss to the cheek. Loathe as he would be to admit it—if asked about it, that is—they noticed how their husband leaned in a bit, and how he even let out an absentminded (but certainly affectionate) hum at that.

“Thanks, I can work with that too.” Jotaro began to work on peeling and slicing the shallots, while they went to wash off the rest of the produce in the sink. Considering just how they fared in the kitchen, they sometimes thanked the higher powers that he was perfectly fine with being on cooking duty forevermore while they handled groceries. “What soup do you want?”

A confused look made its way on their face. “I don’t think any of the food you’re making goes well with soup. Unless you’re making miso soup, which would be too much.”

Momentarily setting the knife aside, he sighed. “Jolyne’s voice sounds weird. I think she’s coming down with something.”

“Aha. It’s probably cause of that ice-cream you two got yesterday. Honestly, what were you thinking, having something that cold in the middle of February, and on the beach no less?”

Their scolding fell on deaf ears, as they both knew that Jotaro was helpless when it came to Jolyne. Just one look at her dazzling smile and sparkling eyes and he was sold, giving in to her every whim and fancy. It was up to them to be the disciplinary parent, or else she would’ve turned out horribly spoilt.

The accusatory train of thought never got them anywhere with Jotaro, though, and they knew it was pointless to go on, so they turned to more important matters. “In that case, I can make her some vegetable soup with lemon and pepper. Works wonders, I tell you.” Standing up after having crouched to grab the broth they’d made last week and left in the freezer, he was giving them a dead-pan look. “What?”

“Do you wanna blow our house up?”

Rolling their eyes, they shoved his shoulder—which, unsurprisingly, did not make him even budge. “You brat. I made you that soup before when you were quarantined.”

“Could’ve sworn that was your mother’s,” he mumbled under his breath, amusement on his face as he turned back to dig out more vegetables for the noodles he was making. “I’ll cut extra for that soup. You just focus on not burning that broth.”

“Hardy-har-har.” With nothing more than mild annoyance, they started the thawing process. After a few moments of silence, they quietly asked, “Can you even burn soup?”

“Are you taking that as a challenge?” Jotaro snorted, somehow having already finished dicing up half the vegetables, and currently tearing open two packs of noodles. “You’ll find a way to do it. I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“You know what? Starve.”

“Hardly a threat, considering I can fend for myself. You on the other hand…”

“I’m off to wake Jolyne up for medicine,” they loudly interrupted, not before giving him a vulgur gesture with their hands. “Time for the cook of the house to work solo.”

“You forgot to—“ he tried to quickly interject, then sighed as they’d already long slipped upstairs. Shaking his head, he side-stepped to the abandoned stove, turning the flames on low. “Good grief. You really would’ve burnt the soup like that.”

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yoshhii · 8 months

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╰► 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔— yandere dio

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: dio can’t seem to get you out of his head, there’s only one way to fix this…

note: e/c = eye color h/c = hair color ‘italics’= your thoughts

𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, reading one of the many books he had from his library. with nothing to entertain him he tapped his slender fingers on the now closed book. his mind once again focused on getting rid of the joestar bloodline. with jotaro and his “acquaintances” he noticed a particular person. that person seemed to be female standing at (height).

the joestars and their friends where such a headache, but you where quite different. oh how much he hated you. you where mearly a pest, an annoying fly that would come back when you would shoo it away, a cockroach that seemed to always live no matter how many times you try to kill it. just what where you doing with his enemies? he almost felt sorry that he will have to kill you as well. dio has felt like this for a long time, until he got the chance to take a good look at you, a certain someone has managed to sneak a picture while you weren’t looking.

you seemed rather pretty a nice figure with beautiful e/c orbs that glistened in the sunlight, your eyes were half lidded as a gentle smile appeared on your face. you seemed to be at peace and just enjoying your surroundings. your skin looked so soft and your h/c hair seemed to be greatly taken care of. dio would be lying if he said you didn’t look gorgeous.

what made you even better was when he heard that you and the joestars managed to defeat some of his servants. it was rather impressive and he wonders what kind of stand you possessed, but he knows it is no match for ‘the world’. the thought of him standing above you while you bled out in front of him was rather….arousing. how interesting, dio has never had thoughts like this before.

a week has passed and these thoughts had only gotten worse. he needed to get rid of them, he needed to do something, he needed you. everytime he saw you whether it be a picture or in the middle of the night, his heart skipped a beat. it was rather obvious dio has fallen in love with you. but this wasn’t your normal kind of love, he was obsessed.

how funny, someone as charming and powerful as him has fallen in love with a mere human as you. of course there where others that where strong too but they where nowhere near him, that’s another reason why he needed you by his side, was to protect you.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

you would be buying take out for yourself since there was no dinner. there was some food at the hotel you where staying at, but none of it looked satisfying to eat. kakyoin has asked if you needed assistance but you have assured him that you where fine. what a terrible mistake…if only you knew the consequences of grabbing some food by yourself. as you where walking down the sidewalk with your food in one hand it seemed rather…quiet. there where no cars driving or people around.

‘how strange’ you thought.

usually you would see a car or two pass by, not even a cricket was making a sound. but once again with a fanfic cliche, that was before everything went black.

you woke up feeling dizzy, your vision blurry and your head hurts…almost like something has hit you from there. wait where were you? you looked around only to find that the room was rather dark. the only source of light would be from the candles that hung around the room. you seemed to be lying on a king sized bed, there where even bookshelves around the walls. trying to comprehend what just happened you tried to get up only to be stopped by ankle cuffs.

“ i see that you are finally awake ” a voice says near you.

you looked by the door and see a rather tall man, with beautiful golden hair as his ruby red eyes stared into yours. you wanted to scream.

‘ what was happening? who is he? where is kakyoin and everyone else? ’

you tried to call out your stand only to find yourself being chocked the next second, feeling his long pointy nails gripping your neck.

‘ what the hell? ’ how was he suddenly in front of you?

“ i would normally kill someone such as yourself right now, but i am willing to spare you, so let us make a deal, hmm? ” the man’s smooth silky voice said in your ear.

“ you will do as i say and in return i will guarantee your safety, you mustn’t worry about jotaro or your friends i can assure you that they are perfectly fine. ”

struggling to breathe you managed to do a slight nod, he smirked in satisfaction and let you go.

“ one of my servants has prepared you new clothes, you will find them on the table stand next to you, i will see you soon love ” and with that he was gone.

many questions popped up in your head. ‘why would he call me love?? what did he know about jotaro? was he a friend of his?’

no that couldn’t be, it’s obvious he’s much more than that. ‘was he actually safe?’ but for now you can only hope that what the man said was true.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks…just how long have you been here? you often wonder if you will ever escape always hoping that someone would just bust in and help you break free. but you learned that will never happen, being stuck here made you learn a lot of things.

you learned to always obey the man that kept you imprisoned in this mansion, dio. only talk when spoken too, stay by his side at all times unless told not too, be his perfect little pet. you hated being called that, it was like the woman y/n no longer existed and is now an obedient play toy. there where a few times where you almost escaped, so close to reaching that door of freedom but of course vanilla ice was there to stop you.

you screamed and thrashed to get out of his grip, only to be pushed in front of someone. carefully pulling yourself up, you slowly look up…recognizing the shoes of the man who put you here in the first place. dio let out a sigh. after all this time have you not learned anything? did you not see that everything he did was for you?

he was there to protect you and give you all your needs. he spared your life so you didn’t end up like the women he had previously eaten. he wouldn’t dare waste such a beauty like you, there may be times where he needed to give you a little….lesson…but it was out of love. dio excused vanilla ice and you would soon find yourself laying on a bed. no this couldn’t be happening…surely he’s not going to do what you think he is doing, is he?

the closer he got the more you wanted to scream, but you knew better. dio leaned down in front of you slowly rubbing his cold hands against your body, “ you know you really are so beautiful, “ he started, “ you truly are a precious gem, a beauty only one can be described as a goddess…but you know that beauty only lastes for so long, it slowly looses it’s spark, getting old, and eventually dies….you however….”

dio paused as he takes his left hand to reach something , “ i don’t want to ever lose you, you are mine and i wish to spend eternity with my darling. ”

a smile crept up his face as he brought something towards your cheek, but his smile seemed off, before you could say anything you felt immense pain. all you could see was a red liquid and feel the warmness of your blood dripping down your face. was…this…a mask?

he did it…dio finally did what he’s been waiting for, after all this time you would finally be with him forever. tears started to form in your eyes, this couldn’t be happening, this isn’t what you wanted. you wanted to live a normal life and grow old with the ones you loved, not this monster. all your hopes and dreams slowly faded away as you felt your nails grow longer, your skin drained of color and your precious e/c eyes turned a dark red.

─ ✧ ✧ ✧ ─

“ doesn’t this look nice my love ” dio said as he fixed your dress.

you where standing in front of a mirror, the same mirror that you use to get dressed like the many nights before. it was now dinner time, and you would walk with dio to the dining room.

“ of course it does dear ” you said as you forced a smile.

dio hummed in satisfaction, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. it seemed you two where just standing in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. before you could break the silence he lays his head on your shoulder.

“ i love you y/n ”, he whispered.

you tensed up, dio knew you hated responding, this was like a game to him, taunting you knowing you have no choice but to say it back. taking a short breath you once again reply,

“ i love you too “.

dio lifts up his head and turns you around, bringing a finger to your chin as he forces you to look up at him. he stares at you for a moment before slowly closing his eyes and leans in, you know what he wants, this was part of your little routine, so you know you have to do the same. the kiss lasted a little longer than usual, he must be feeling like that tonight, how disgusting.

before things go any farther he stops and suddenly walks away. of course, he didn’t see you as nothing more than a toy, only someone to cure his boredom. or was he simply teasing you knowing you’ll want more later?

you sighed as you look in the mirror once again. taking a good look at yourself, hair nicely done, nails freshly painted, and a beautiful (color) dress that stopped just before your knees…just how dio likes it.

this was your life now, obeying dio and giving him whatever he wishes. he always claims to love you but his definition of love was clearly different than what you know. he was so protective of you, no other man dared to look at you, even if you weren’t with him. if anything was bothering you he would get rid of it within seconds. if you needed anything, you would have it in your room the next day.

a new pair of clothes? already in your closet. need something else to spice up your skin care routine? you’ll find it by the bathroom sink. not feeling like yourself? you will find a plate of your favorite food and a bath that is ready for you. you once asked him if he had anything to do with it, he just let out a “tch” and denied it, it was an obvious lie.

it was strange to say but it was somewhat attractive. where you falling for him? you have to admit dio was not an average looking man. he was very handsome and a body some people would kill for. any woman would be blessed to have a husband like him.

…what?

did you just say husband? are you really falling for your kidnapper?….where you experiencing stockholm syndrome?

no. you would surely never fall for someone like that. this was simply your mind playing tricks on you.

deciding that you wasted enough time you start to walk towards the door. walking in a “lady” manner with your back straight and chin up, something dio has “trained” you to do. you soon reach the doors of the dining room knowing he was waiting on the other side.

perhaps things would be different if you weren’t stubborn and just accepted kakyoin’s offer, or just sucked it up and ate the dissatisfying food. how funny that something as simple as food led you into this curse.

as you start to open the door, you could only wonder what the future will hold.

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koogl001 · 1 year

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Hi. Can I get a pillarman and a deaf-mute reader?

(I like your Yandere pillarmen heads who keep the reader in their secret hideout and bring stuff for the sake of explanation)

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When you were first abducted by the pillar men, they took your quietness as a sign of defiance, or maybe you were too frightened by their presence, losing the ability to talk?

It was only polite to answer when asked a question, and disrespect was something they did not allow (especially Kars)

As your punishment, you were chained to a pole as your back was whipped

But when you didn’t let a single cry out, only gasps, Wamuu started suspecting if you even had the ability to speak in the first place

After a bit of researching, they found mutism might be the cause of your problem, so in order to communicate with you (as they were trying to obtain information from you about where exactly the Red Stone of Aja was hidden) they provided you with a small dry erase board and some markers

You explained to them that you were deaf-mute and mainly communicated with people via what you called a sigh language

Kars

Kars was disgusted by your weakness, making it his point to let you know

The humankind was even more useless than he originally thought

When he realised you had no knowledge of the Red Stone of Aja (or at least none that you made known) he decided for you to be a bargaining chip as you had no other use

He steered clear of you, after all you were not worthy of his presence

But then again, he did make a mistake by issuing a punishment for something you had no control over and for whatever reason, he wanted to make it up to you

He comforted himself that it was only fair and there was nothing more to it, no feelings attached

As quite the exquisite man who enjoyed luxury, he decided to gift you with your very own lavish room, silky clothing, and herbal bath oils

He also got you a personal maid (one of the vampires he acquired for his army) to tend to your every need

After all, in his eyes you were too weak to even take proper care of yourself

That is, only till he saw you fight

When Kars came to observe what caused such a commotion in his lair, he only saw piles upon piles of burning carcases left by his now deceased followers

Apparently, they got hungry and naturally went after the only human around, poor fools

You weren’t a part of Lisa Lisa’s team for nothing

This strangely earned you respect from the leader of the pillar men, instead of his wrath as that was what you expected

He was wrong, once again

You were admittedly far from weak, despite your limitations

Perhaps you would make a fine mate

After all, as a soon to be ultimate life form, Kars intended to rebuild his tribe and you might just be up for that task

Esidisi

Esidisi found entertainment in exploiting your weakness

He would sneak up on you and jump out of nowhere just to give you a good scare and maybe a heart attack or two

As he was the one to bring you to the pillarmen’s lair, he knew of your hamon wielding abilities

It was clear to him they were honed to perfecting by years and years of restless training

It was commendable, for such a meek looking creature to pack such a powerful punch

He purposedly picked fights with you, testing the limit of your abilities, noting that each time you two fought you adapted to his rhythm a bit more and soon, you were even able to deal damage

Nothing serious thought, he would not allow that as much as he would not allow himself to hurt you

After one of your many sparring sessions, you questioned his unwillingness to attack you, resorting only to defence, but you were met with no answer

Why was that indeed?

The burning king found himself questioning his own actions

Was it because you were so fragile, he was afraid of shattering you?

Perhaps spending so much time with a human made him softer, he thought

Venturing outside to test that theory, Esidisi easily killed Messina, one of the two men who trained Jojo and Caesar along with Lisa Lisa

There was no sign of remorse nor mercy, so the strategic genius deduced he only had a soft spot for you, why however he couldn’t tell

You were confused when, after a meeting with Kars (in order to persuade him to keep you even after obtaining what they came for) Esidisi insisted on you sharing his room with him, but as you were in the position of a prisoner you didn’t have much say in what you wanted and didn’t want to do

He would use this opportunity of you getting closer to him to figure out his own feelings and thoughts

When he accepts that he has feelings for you, get ready for a lot of teasing as he loves when you get frustrated with him, finding your pouting face adorable and precious

He’ll pinch your cheeks and tell you he was only joking, enveloping you in a big hug

Wamuu

He feels so much guilt over your punishment which you clearly did not deserve as you had no control over your inability to speak, he distanced himself from you at the start

He knew he had to make it up to you somehow, so he started secretly sneaking outside, grabbing whatever he thought might get you to forgive him for his wrongdoings

He didn’t however know much about trying to win someone’s favour as he was but a child when his tribe was wiped clear by his masters, not getting to know how to properly act in social situations

What do women want? Is it power? Money? Flowers? Clothes? Jewels? What is it?

He decided to seek help from human books, especially romantic novels and appropriated the ways the lead male characters acted towards their love interest

Tons of flowers, words of affirmation and compliments, help with whatever you wanted, companionship and much more is coming your way

This gentle giant will make you feel like a princess straight out of a fairy tale

He’ll spoil you rotten and then some more with his sweet words and actions

He soon finds he enjoys your company quite a bit, looking forward to coming back to you after each mission requiring him to leave your side

He’ll soon incorporate light physical sighs of affections, such as holding your hand, your shoulder, and around your waist

When you accept his advances and even start reciprocating them, he’ll be over the moon and go a bit further with hugs, kisses on the cheek or forehead, brushing your hair and such

He’ll go slowly, accepting that he put you in a difficult position since you are still their prisoner

If you ever come up to him on your own and start a little cuddle session, he might just die from happiness

Santana

This sign language you speak of sounds new, and he loves new things he can learn, so he’ll get to it as soon as possible

With his adaptive nature and high intelligence, he masters it in less than a month, eager to show you his progress and maybe get you to point out if he got it correctly

You’ll praise him and tell him how extremely sweet of a gesture it is, loving that you’ll be able to express yourself to him a bit more freely

As he’s not familiar with the concept of praise, he’ll be confused by the warm feeling in his chest

Was he ill? No, pillarmen couldn’t get ill, but then what was it?

Conducting a small experiment, he soon found he only felt this when in your presence specifically, did you have powers that made this happen?

Feels no shame, so he’ll outright ask you about this new sensation, making you flustered

It was as if he was indirectly confessing to you

As you were too embarrassed to explain, you showed him some books that might hold answers to his question and left him to his own devices

He’ll quickly become possessive as he’s more feral than the rest and will feel the need to protect you from any protentional danger since you’re such a fragile creature

He’ll go as far as to straight up growl at Esidisi when he tries to mess with you

He’ll make a nest for the two of you in his room and demand you stay with him 24/7 for “protection purposes”, though he just wants to spend every second in your warm presence

He’ll go out of his way to impress you, not only to show you he is a capable mate but also to get some more praise that he quickly becomes addicted to

If you want him to go putty in your arms, simply tell him how much of a good boy he is

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nicherayyy · 1 year

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Yandere Dio x Fem!Reader Phantom Of The Opera AU oneshot

bc I re-watched this musical again.

A/N: sorry for this being so short, I'm just feelin' lazy

Even if you debuted not so long ago, you could definitely be called an England's treasure. Not every century has creatures with such a wonderful voice.

That's why everything has to be perfect today. Not only are you performing in the country's main opera house today, but your fiancee Jonathan will finally be able to attend a performance.

Even if you were sure of tonight's success, you still continued to nervously twirl in front of the mirror in your dressing room. Your snow-white dress made you look like an angel but still, something was missing. Some detail with which you can make yourself look even better. It's your blessing and your curse, always trying to look at your best.

Finally, moving away from the mirror, you began to look around the dressing room. As an opera singer, you had a huge amount of jewellery. Flower crowns, necklaces, earrings, you name it.

Looking through all your drawers, you became even more frustrated. Nothing matched your look so far.

"Looking for something?", you suddenly heard behind you. You covered your mouth to keep from screaming out of surprise and turned to see the intruder. Whoever it was, you weren't in the mood for a conversation.

It was a strange man. Quite nicely dressed, actually. A well-ironed suit and a black coat only added to his elegance. The only thing that seemed weird was the mask that covered half of his face.

Neither of you spoke for a few seconds, staring into each other's souls. Everything got to the point that this pause began to seem rather uncomfortable. The stranger seemed to be waiting for you to start the conversation.

"How did you get here, sir?", you awkwardly stepped back facing him.

"My, you seemed frightened, my angel", he, as if not hearing your question, began to approach you. The tension in the room began to grow, and the air became too suffocating. Without understanding why, you urgently wanted to leave the room. As far away as you can from him.

You didn't even notice how your back was against the wall, but the man still continued to close the distance between you. He seemed to enjoy your fear.

"If you come closer I'll scream", you threatened, your voice now pitched and pathetic. It was harder and harder to keep eye contact with him.

"Oh, my little angel is trying to look scary, how cute", he smirked. The distance between you is now gone. You were already preparing for the worst when you saw him reaching into his coat pocket.

You were already preparing for the worst when you saw him reaching into his coat pocket. You tried not to think about what would happen now, until suddenly you felt something in your hair.

A red rose.

You looked at the stranger with undisguised surprise. What was he doing?

"You'd better hurry, you don't want to miss out on the stage, do you?", he cupped your cheek, looking at you adoringly.

You were about to answer when he let go of you.

Without waiting any further you immediately headed for the dressing room exit. You urgently need to calm down, you can't go on stage tense, you need to-

"Until we meet again, darling", you heard him musing behind you. Who is he anyway? And how dare he invade your space like that? Oh how you hoped you won't meet this man again.

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyo na boken kin #jojo no kimyō na bōken #dio x reader #dio x you #dio x y/n #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba x reader #jjba part 1 #dio brando #jonathan joestar x reader #jjba oneshot #fem reader

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hiddenlife-manager · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1

Jotaro Kujo x Fem reader

Extra: Creampie, breeding, dom Jotaro, sub reader, overstimulation, rough

This may be a little short but don’t worry I just am now realizing that taking accelerated courses was my biggest mistake hehe.

“I can’t!” You cried out as Jotaro rammed his cock into your dripping cunt. His cum pooling out of your pussy. This wasn’t how Jotaro fucked you before; he wasn’t the type to fuck you with so much control, he let you take control as he didn’t want to put so much effort into fucking you. Now here he is making you be his cum dumpster.

“Jo-“ he placed his tongue into your mouth kissing you passionately attempting to stop your cries of overstimulation. Something was off from the moment Jotaro walked into the house. He went straight after your lips and lifted you up. Now here both of you were passionately kissing while he rams his cock into your sopping cunt.

Two leg shaking orgasm and here is Jotaro wanting to pull a third one out of you. Your cries caused him to pull you closer to his body. His abs gently grazing your naked body. Skin slapping echoed through the room but Jotaro’s grunts became louder and louder his thrusts not once slowing down.

His cock fit perfectly in your velvety walls. In need of support your arms shakily wrapped around his sweat covered skin.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you.” He grunts, keeping your waist in place he made sure that you had the support you looked for. Sweat beads covered his body each thrust forcefully pulling a cry of pleasure from you. His thrust were constant until he thrusted hard into you where he almost let his arms weaken and fall on top of you. He caught himself and his thrust hard were sloppy.

He lowered his face into the nook of your neck and kissed your neck. With three final thrust his kisses turned into love bites and you felt more warm liquids coating your walls.

#fanfic #x reader #anime scenarios #anime #anime imagines #oneshot #jjba headcanons #jjba smut #jjba x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #jotaro kujo smut #jojo bizarre adventure smut #jojo x reader #kinktober #mature

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junosmindpalace · 2 years

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NAVIGATION - welcome to my mind palace. ☽

call me juno!, she/they, multifandom, writer, sfw!!, not spoiler free!

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gyrospizzamozzarella · 10 months

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HC‼️which flavor of jolly rancher i think the stone ocean gang would prefer?

emporio

okay hear me out…emporio would be an ipad kid if he weren’t yk…living in prison. so i strongly believe he would prefer blue raspberry.

jolyne

green apple all the way. it’s the edgiest flavor in the jolly rancher cinematic universe. (in my professional jolly rancher opinion) so i definitely think it fits her the most.

anasui

watermelon. he is so sassy there is no other option.

ermes

CHERRY. she is so badass so it has to be cherry right? it just fits her aesthetic so well.

foo fighters

orange for sure‼️ they are so silly and orange=silly in my book.

weather

GRAPE‼️ OLD MAN‼️ GRAPE‼️

THATS ALL THANK YOU <3

#jjba headcanons #jjba oneshots #jjba #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #stone ocean #jolyne cujoh #ermes costello #hermes costello #narciso anasui #weather report #emporio alnino #foo fighters jjba #ff jjba #jjba pt 6 #jolymes #headcanon

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firefly-bites · 1 year

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goddess (anasui narciso x F!reader)

Synopsis: Anasui adores you, worships you.

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, nudity, fingering, nipple play, softdom!anasui, sub!reader, cunnilingus, body worship, pet names

His eyes roamed my entire body, and I could feel his gaze as it travelled across my figure. Even in the dark, candlelit room, he seemed to drink up every last drop of my essence. The sheets below me felt cold and smelt like cologne and honey and cherries. They smelt like him. I watched as he approached the bed, his irises clouding with lust as set his hands on my hips. The digits were warm and soft, his nails perfectly manicured as they ever-so-gently dragged across my skin. He laid beside me, still fully clothed. The sensation caused shivers to slither up my back, arching as to beg of him to touch me. I wanted to feel him, every last inch of him.

"God, you're beautiful."

His voice was deep and raspy as he whispered his words against my stomach, soft lips pressing feather-light kisses up to my collarbone. A trail of pink lipstick stains freckled my abdomen and chest, remnants of his kisses contrasting against the colour of flesh. His hands trailed up and down my torso, leaving no skin untouched by his greedy warmth.

"P-Please, Anasui," I begged, my voice failing to reach louder than a quiet plead. He hummed, sending even more shivers down my vertebrae. Each movement of his was slow and meaningful, as though he was cradling a piece of shattered glass. My words were ignored as he rested his head against my clavicle, his left hand roaming downwards to where I needed him most. A fire sparked, heat rushing through me as the pinkette pressed against my lower stomach. With his other hand he undid the clasp to my bra, delicately stripping it off my shoulders and off my person.

In response to the lack of coverage, I felt him give a gentle tug at my hardened nipple, pulling a moan from my throat. "Keep doing that, pretty girl," He spoke before leaning his mouth down and latching onto one of my breasts. The feeling of both the pressure on my abdomen and his skillful tongue sent my sense haywire. His lavender eyes closed as my back arched in bliss and one of my hands threaded through his hair, trying to feel him closer to me. In the midst of my pleasure, my ears picked up a small moan leaving his lips, sending all kinds of vibrations down to my core. The fire became hotter and hotter as he continued his ministrations, kneading my stomach and giving kitten licks to my pinkened nipple. His fingers pinched and twisted at the other one, taking breaks to flick at it. My mouth rested open and every huff, moan, and tug at the roots of his mane seemed to only encourage him.

A whine filled the room as he pulled away completely, his mouth detaching with a pop. The sparks that had nearly erupted were snuffed out, leaving nothing but a throbbing ache.

"Anasui-please, I need you-"

"Shh, shh, don't worry, I'll take care of you." My whines were silenced by his comforting words, my grip on his hair loosening as he pulled back even further, crawling back on the bed so he was between my calves. His lips gently pressed against my ankle, his eyes once again closing as he worshiped my legs, kissing the smooth skin of my shins. His body moved up as he placed his hands on both sides on my hips, shuddering as his mouth moved closer to my vulva. I whimpered as he gently nipped at the inside of my thighs, sucking on the supple skin and marking me with blooming hickies. He groaned at the sight when he opened his eyes. Seeing the spots of purple littering my flesh so close to my core made him twitch in his pants.

"What did I do to deserve you?-" He questioned to no one in particular before kissing directly above my clit. My hips involuntarily bucked, sensitive from the teasing. God I needed him. His lipstick stained lips smirked against my pelvis, his warm breath stimulating me without him having to touch me. Without any hesitance, he placed another kiss directly on my nub, shocks electrifying me as his mouth moved to cup me entirely. I cried out, my chest heaving as the breath in my lungs was stolen away. He began to suck, his tongue separating my folds. The coil wound up inside of me was knotting up, slowly but surely.

I gazed down at him locking eyes with his amethyst ones.

Anasui thought he was ascending. Seeing his beloved marked by both his lipstick and his love bites, he practically moaned against her. Her face was contorted with bliss, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks flushed, mouth agape, and his personal favorite, her eyes welled with tears of pleasure. When they locked eyes, he saw an angel staring back at him. More beautiful than any creature walking on this earth. And she was his. So he would do anything in his ability to please her, to make her feel like the goddess she is.

He tilted up so he could suck on her puffy clit, bringing a finger down to massage at her cunt. Her head fell back once more, a sound of pure delight escaping her plush lips. It sounded smoother than any choir, cleaner than any song of a bird. His digit slowly circled her entrance, lightly teasing her as she bucked. When he finally inserted a digit, a wave of relief washed over her after what felt like an eternity. Her body tensed up, reveling in the way he languidly dragged his finger along her walls, pushing up as much as possible before pulling out. His suction against her clit hadn't yielded, and with the new stimulation, she was bound to unwind soon.

"More, p-please, feels s'good," she moaned, his ring finger joining his middle as the two digits pumped into her at a torturously slow pace. His sights lingered on her for another moment, drinking up every last detail of her as though he hadn't drank in years. He closed his eyes once again, fully devoting himself to her. She could feel his long fingers deep inside of her, a whine escaping when he brushed across that gummy spot. "Right there? Is that where you like it?" He asked, pulling away from her clit to question her knowing damn-well he had found her sweet spot. Her head nodded frantically, words failing to form. He began to thrust his digits faster, curling them slightly to hit the same area over and over again. He placed his mouth over her, sucking in an erratic pattern.

The cries that left her grew louder and louder the more he continued, using the thumb of his unoccupied hand to press into her abdomen, forcing a wail to release from her throat. The extreme pleasure from his mouth and hands left her breathless, the spark inside her igniting into an explosive flame. His fingers plunged inside of her as hard and fast as possible, his tongue swirling around the puffy nub making her grip the sheets in an iron grip. The coil knotting up, pulling tighter and tighter until it nearly snapped. Anasui could feel her walls clenching around him as he coaxed an orgasm from the woman above him.

She let out a silent scream as her vision blurred, colours smearing across her sight like paint on a canvas. Her walls clenched around his slim fingers as she came, gushing around his fingers as he continued to pump them inside of her, pressing and curling, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her back was arched, sweat dripping down her body in small drops as she swore heaven had welcomed her. Anasui slowly stopped, kissing a trail from her overstimulated clit to her belly button, up to her breasts and across the bone of her clavicle. Finally, he laid a deep kiss upon her lips, bringing her down from her high.

"Such a good girl, you look so pretty like this."

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usernamenotunlocked · 17 days

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All Falls Apart

[Jotaro Kujo x GN Reader] CW: reader death, mention of past deaths, medical terms, implied PTSD, grief, generally a sad read

Word Count: 1,602

Summary: It was almost ironic that he’d pursued a profession in healthcare. Even now, the stern expression that’d become etched onto his face often intimidated patients and staff alike, and he’d grown accustomed to the general shift in demeanor upon entering a room. But tonight, his main concern was you. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It started as a normal shift; as normal as it could be, at least.

Jotaro stood out amongst his peers, even through adolescence. He was labeled as a delinquent, as a boy that was always “harsh” and “unwelcoming”. He never broadcasted his emotions to the outside world, and when he did it was often depicted incorrectly, as if the wires got crossed somewhere along the way. Over time, he’d learned to accept it for what it was. He’d learned to bury any hint of softness and retreated within himself as he upheld the facade that others had bestowed upon him.

It was almost ironic that he’d pursued a profession in healthcare. Even now, the stern expression that’d become etched onto his face often intimidated patients and staff alike, and he’d grown accustomed to the general shift in demeanor upon entering a room.

He’d been lucky enough to switch to the night shift. No strained interactions with concerned patients and parents, no small talk to sit through. His job had been reduced to checking vitals, making midnight rounds, and occasionally escorting patients to the O.R.

It was simple. Peaceful.

But tonight, his main concern was you.

You’d been admitted prior to the start of his shift, and he was given a brief patient history as he swapped places with the nurse formerly assigned to your case. A sympathetic part of him reeled as he looked over your chart; you’d clearly been through a lot. No one could tell him what had happened upon arrival, either, but even so, the dim lighting seemed to accentuate every cut, scrape, and bruise painted across your body.

He wasn’t incapable of feeling those emotions, contrary to popular belief. It’d happened before, just as it happened now; he saw himself in your place. He saw his friends in your place. He saw everything he fought so hard to maintain as he observed your tattered frame.

He somehow managed to choke down those bitter feelings, tucking it all away with the rest of the emotions he’d buried over the years. It’d be better that way, or at least that’s what he’d tell himself in situations like these. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The biggest mistake Jotaro made was allowing himself to open up to you.

You’d regained consciousness as he was shifting the blankets aside to check the placement of the central line that’d been affixed to your inner thigh upon admission, and he braced himself for the incoming disgruntled reaction he’d come to know so well.

But there was something different about you.

Instead, you talked freely with the man; no nervousness, no forced smiles, no meaningless conversation for the sake of being polite. You stared up at him with a doe-like gaze, without an ounce of terror looming behind it. It felt as though you could peer into the depths of his soul; as if you, and you alone, could simply reach out and touch the soft boy who had been hidden away for all of those years. Around you, he felt the bark begin to soften, the stone begin to crumble.

You’d asked him what drove him to become a nurse. In the four years he’d worked here, no one had ever thought to ask him a question such as that, and though the answer brought up tainted memories of the past, he felt his lips curl up into a faint smile, something that nearly felt foreign to him.

“You know, I wanted to be a marine biologist,” he said.

That much was true, but he didn’t know how much more he’d be able to tell you. He didn’t know how much you’d understand in your sedated state, or even how much you actually wanted to hear, and he certainly didn’t want you to put together the wrong pieces of a broken puzzle, especially while you were struggling enough on your own.

How was he supposed to tell you about the horrifying truths of this world? You were practically sitting on death’s doorstep.

How was he supposed to tell you about Kakyoin, about Avdol? It wasn’t his place.

He’d have to skip the fine details.

“My mother was sick for a while when I was younger, and I remember doing everything I could to help her. That’s when I knew.”

You seemed satisfied enough with that answer, and for what felt like the first time in god knows how long, he received a genuine smile in response. That seraphic smile would forever stay etched into the back of his mind, that much he was sure of.

There was one more thing that stood out to Jotaro in that moment; a simple phrase muttered under your breath.

“You’re beautiful,” you mumbled.

Beautiful.

A three syllable word placed in a short sentence that took up a fraction of a second in his twelve hour shift.

A word that was always used to refer to his lovers but never used to describe someone like him. A word that kissed the tips of his ears and sent a velvety warmth through his cheeks as it fell effortlessly from your lips.

Of course he’d try to shrug it off, telling you to get more rest as he hung antibiotics and pushed fluids, but that word rang through his ears for hours, and relentlessly tugged at his heart. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Jotaro responded to the call light seven hours into his shift.

He wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect upon his arrival, but his breath hitched as he caught your gaze. Your eyes, once filled with nothing but gentleness and compassion, had grown red and puffy around the edges, mirroring that of his mother’s as she nearly succumbed to the grips of fate.

His heart sank as your bottom lip trembled ever so slightly, and his legs nearly buckled beneath his weight as he heard your voice begin to break.

“I’m dying,” you said shakily.

“You’re not dying,” he attempted to reassure you.

“I’m alone-” you swallowed back tears as they flooded your vision, and you would no longer keep your eyes on his. “I’m dying, and I'm all alone.”

Jotaro had always found the human body truly fascinating. Able to withstand some of the worst damage imaginable, yet, still so fragile. Able to recognize when something is seriously wrong, before one’s brain even has a chance to dwell on it. They say people close to death have a way of knowing when it’ll come, and though he didn’t want to believe it, he’d encountered that occurrence far too many times to consider it a mere coincidence.

The worst part of it all was that Jotaro remained powerless in all of it. He could push pain medicine to make you more comfortable, he could push pressors to raise your steadily declining blood pressure; he’d do everything in his power given the chance, but none of it would matter. You were running out of time, you knew it as well as he did.

He found himself instinctively grabbing your hand, and though the ice in your fingertips coated his veins with a deep sense of unease, he plastered on the bravest face he could manage.

“You’re not alone,” he told you. “I won’t leave you alone.” ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The last few hours seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

You’d peered up at him with a peaceful resignation, a tenderness that seemed painfully familiar to Jotaro by now. He’d sat vigilantly at your bedside, and his fingers remained interlaced with yours even through your final moments, as the two of you exchanged life stories.

He finally told you about Kakyoin, and he told you about Avdol. He told you about his mother, and how much you reminded him of her. He told you about his daughter, about how she was so young, yet so mature for her age, and how he feared he’d been turning into his father.

The soft morning light filtered through drawn shades and cast a cool shadow over your weary face, and he found it harder to remain composed by the second.

Your voice had lowered to just above a whisper as you expressed your gratitude for his kindness, and his heart broke at every labored breath, until you finally took your last.

The silence that followed was deafening, and for the first time since his return from Egypt, he allowed tears to drop as bullets beneath him. His shoulders shook, his chest heaved, and his throat felt as if it was going to close in on itself as he was crushed by the weight of another innocent life lost.

He knew it’d only be a matter of time before the code team would arrive, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to face the rush of it all. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he gently released your hand from his grasp to place it delicately across your chest.

His ears perked up at the bustling sound emanating from the hall, and he knew this was it; he’d once again been forced to leave, just as he’d left his friends in Egypt, just as he’d left his mother at home, and it tore him apart. Commanding Star Platinum to utilize The World, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before stepping out of sight.

While Jotaro tried to remain detached from the situation over the coming weeks, there was one truth that remained unspoken. You had become another face imprinted into the depths of his memory, another name scribbled across the surface of his weakened heart. You would not be forgotten, even if it killed him to remember.

♡ This story is a part of a small collection I've got going on AO3. Not all of them are like this, most of them are pure smut, which is why I never really thought to post them here, but feel free to check it out if you want! ♡

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Walking in Space

↳ Guido Mista x Reader. The reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral.

Summary: Eager to take advantage of a quiet household, you retreat to the garage to have a joint or two. To your surprise, Mista is there. Taking you aback even further, he requests that you smoke together.

Warning(s): Canon-typical Swearing. Light NSFW. Making out; Mista is a little grabby. Some grinding. Drug usage. If characters smoking marijuana will make you uncomfortable, or put you in a bad place, please do not read.

It isn’t often that Bucciarati’s house settles down early into a night. It’s not just his residence, but the home of his team as well.

Since before moving in, the chaotic environment was made perfectly clear to you. Young adults living together in a confined space hardly ever offers much peace and quiet.

A day-long mission assigned to more than half of the group’s members ensured tonight would turn out differently than what was the norm. Your expectation was that people would be turning in sooner rather than later, one that came to be true.

Fugo seemingly cancelled his lesson with Narancia for the night, making a beeline for his bedroom the moment he walked through the front door. Equally as tired, Narancia didn’t even feel like celebrating the occasion. Hell, one couldn’t even tell if he noticed. Abbacchio lazily passed out on the couch, having plopped himself there not two minutes after returning home. And Bucciarati gave you a half-assed summary of the mission’s events before excusing himself from the living room.

Peace and quiet… you thought with a pleased hum. Walking downstairs to the main floor, your feet moved at a slow pace yet still shuffled along with purpose. There’s no need to rush your pace, after all, the ultimate goal is to relax.

With Bucciarati presumably asleep, and the two youngest in the house clocking out for the night as well, you can’t think of a better time to have a smoke in the garage.

“If you’re going to do it at all; it’s going to be in the garage only,” you recalled Bucciarati telling you sternly.

Not long after you first moved in, you sat him down to talk about your smoking habit. You were open and careful, striving to hear his thoughts on the matter. You could tell by the tightness of his jaw that he didn’t much like you smoking in the first place, but bit his tongue. He appreciated that you came to him on your own accord, and it was your transparency that ultimately earned you his consent to smoke under his own roof.

He made his rules very clear: Keep yourself safe, and keep it away from the two minors in the group at all costs. It was assumed that Fugo was smart enough to make an informed decision on the matter, but mentioning such things was irrelevant. The penalty for breaking his rules weren’t explicitly specified; they didn’t need to be.

A smile finds it’s way onto your face at the memory. Bucciarati’s trust in you is deeply valued, not just as his subordinate, but as his friend. And you weren’t about to break that trust anytime soon.

Still, you felt better smoking whenever he was asleep or out of the house. It just seemed more respectful on your part.

Making your way to the garage door, you swing it open only to find the lights inside already switched on.

“This damn thing-“

Out of everything you’d expect to see, you weren’t necessarily anticipating Mista hunched over Narancia’s music player with a frustrated look on his face. He’s mashing the buttons on top with vigor, although absolutely no noise is erupting from the device.

You feel like a high schooler by just how internally giddy you become at the mere sight of the gunslinger. Embarrassing? Maybe. Could you deny the feeling if you tried? Probably not.

The curses he mutters underneath his breath cease to continue, his head lifting up so he can meet the eyes of whoever walked in on him. To your own personal glee, his gaze softens.

To him, seeing you like this is a welcomed surprise. Although the two of you had the house to yourselves most of the day, you hadn’t spent much time together. Just the mere possibility of it sends his heart leaping into the atmosphere.

“What’s a pretty place like you doing in a girl like this?” he asks, winking twice.

Smile persisting, you shake your head at his goofy line. Greeting you with a cheesy pickup line was not an uncommon occurrence for Mista, but subverting expectations earns him a chuckle.

He beams proudly as if it’s all he needs out of his day. It really is the simple things with Guido. That much is clear, even to you.

“Hoping to have a joint or two,” you tell him honestly before glancing down at the player. Raising a brow, you meet his gaze once again. “Did you-“

“No.” Mista quickly cuts you off, clearing his throat and standing up straight. Removing his hands from the music player, he lifts them in the air as if to surrender. “I swear I found it like this.”

You shrug, “Narancia hardly takes care of that hunk of junk. Trust me, I’m not really about to put the blame on you. Although Narancia might try to if he finds out you’ve been messing with it.”

Huffing out a relieved laugh, Mista replies, “Good thing you won’t, ‘cause otherwise I’d have to tell on you for smoking.”

Walking to the right-hand side of the garage, you respond to him offhandly, “Mista, I know you know that Bruno knows. Sometimes I wonder if he really cares all that much.”

He folds his arms, studying your movements across the room. “Oh, he does. It’s just that you’re an adult; it’s not in his principles to try and stop you.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose unless it’s a problem.”

“Sure,” you agree, approaching one of many small shelves in the garage. A tiny metal box is tucked away from sight, behind supplies that vary in purpose. You reach for the container, fingertips lightly skidding across it’s smooth surface. Pulling it off the shelf completely, you turn back to him and add, “But Narancia isn’t, y’know.”

“Umm… okay. Your point?”

You shrug, shifting the conversation back towards the silent player. “My point is, if he tries to blame you for breaking his radio, then just destroy a lego set of his or something.”

Mista snorted in response, the sound slowly melting into a hearty laugh after fully digesting what you said.

“Anyways, I haven’t indulged myself in a while,” you gesture towards the box in your hands, “And it’s rarely quiet in the house around this hour. If you don’t wanna have to deal with the smell, take the broken radio someplace else. I hate to kick you out so rudely but… I suppose you understand, at least?”

Even as you speak, you hope he’ll choose to stay with you. Mista’s funny enough sober. He’s cute enough to be quite flustering as well, something you hope you can handle better in a stoned state of mind.

“And what?” he asked, smiling fake-mockingly, “Leave you alone while you get high? What kind of friend does that? No, I think I’ll stick around and see what you’re like.”

Friend… you swallow.

“You sure, Guido?”

He hummed, tapping his chin while eyeing the black box. “In all actuality, Y/n…”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wait-“

“I’m thinking that, maybe-“

“Mista, I-I don’t know if-“

He puts one hand up, gently silencing you. Taking a couple steps closer, he goes on earnestly, “Only if you’re willing to share, of course… but I’d kinda like to smoke with you. I never have tried it before and I’m admittedly curious. Hell, I’ll pay you back for what I take if that’s-“

“No!” you insist, making him hesitate. Biting your lower lip you stop yourself. He nods gently though, urging you to speak your mind. Caving easily, you continue, “It’s not… about the money. I’d like to. I mean- it’d be fun, right? I’d have fun with you…” your head spins momentarily, recognizing (if not briefly) that your words are going nowhere. “I-It’s… it’s just that… I don’t think Bruno would be too happy with me is all. I don’t wanna be disrespectful. I said before that he doesn’t care, but jokes aside, he was apprehensive about letting me.”

“And you’re not being disrespectful,” he tells you, setting a hand on your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, yet still somehow enough to get your heart racing. “It’s a decision I’m making at the end of the day. Furthermore, it was my idea. If Bruno’s mad, I’ll do anything I can to insist my own independence. It’s not like you’re pushing it on me.” Smiling, he removes his hand from your shoulder. “That being said, it’s your weed. So whatever you decide.”

You hum, mulling over his words. In all honesty, his lack of hesitation over his own agency is quite respectable. Not only that, but his assurance that he would do anything to keep you from potentially facing repercussions warms your heart.

Recalling the first time you ever smoked, hope fuels your thoughts. It was late one night, at a little get together with three of your closest friends. They had made a point of ensuring your comfort; in ensuring it was something you truly wanted. The night was one you’d never forget. Listening to music well into the early morning, you doubted you would have felt safer your first time with anyone else. All at once, Mista’s words flood your brain, reminding you of a different life before Passione.

Although you’d never consider yourself defined by smoking, there’s something intimate about someone’s first time smoking marijuana. It undeniably takes a certain level of trust. And to think Mista wouldn’t think twice about the presumed trust he has in you… oh, how your heart leaps with joy.

Taking in a deep breath, you slowly nod and try to not let his brightening eyes effect your tone of voice. “Alright… I would love to share a joint or two with you Mista. Just…” you pause, “You feel safe, right? Comfortable? That’s very important to me, you see…”

He takes a step towards you. “Of course… as if I’d wanna do this with anyone else. Here, I’ll even let you use the chair I grabbed. Uh, y’know, as a sign of good faith.”

Chuckling, you sit yourself down with a nod. Setting the box down on your lap, your thumb flips the front latch upwards. The moment the top is opened, marijuana’s distinct stench fills the garage. Mista stands diagonally behind your chair, curiously peaking at the inside of the box. Your hands nearly begin shaking as you move, sensing his gaze.

Inside are a couple bags of bud lined up next to each other, sitting beside a tiny grinder. Another ziplock bag contains joints you’ve already rolled yourself ahead of time. Lastly, two lighters sit upright patiently.

“You buy from Passione?” he asks, giving you a playful nudge.

“Technically, I guess. From a guy named Campi. He pays the organization protection costs and is given permission to sell in the area. But to say he’s part of the gang would be a stretch.”

“Bottom of the food chain?”

“At the very bottom; probably not even an afterthought,” you confirm, “But he’s a sweet and genuine man. A single father. Making some extra money on the side to help support his kids, y’know?”

Mista nods, and the both of you leave it at that. You grab the bag of joints, opening it with a satisfying pop. With one hand, you reach in and snag a single joint. With your other, you grab one of the lighters.

“We’ll start with sharing just the one,” you decide, craning your neck backwards. Your head bumps against the chair’s backrest, and Mista chuckles at the face you make. “A-Anyways…” you say with a smile, “It’s probably best if you start with a hit or two. Please… I can’t stress this enough- let me know how you’re feeling.”

“Alright,” he nods, walking away from you to the other side of the garage in order to snag himself a different chair. “Whatever you think’s best.”

Mista returns to your side a moment later, setting his chosen chair down. He sits down next to you, and you give him a smile before lowering your head.

Although you flick on the lighter and hold it up to the joint with clear practice, your hands still quake. You don’t have to look beside you to know Mista’s eyes are on you yet again.

“You alright?” he asks.

You mentally curse yourself but bury your embarrassment. “Yeah… umm, just excited. It’s been a while since I’ve had company when smoking.”

Bringing the joint to your lips, your chest rises while you inhale smoke emitting from it. Holding in your breath to keep the weed in your system, you slowly exhale smoke from within your lungs.

“Really?” Mista questions, trying not to shamelessly stare at the smoke passing from your lips. “How long do you think it’s been?”

“Well… since moving here, I suppose,” You reply, handing him the joint. “Bruno doesn’t want me doing it outside the house; it would worry him.”

“Bucciarati can be such a curious one. He seriously thinks too much like a mother,” Mista snorts, examining the joint carefully. He waits a moment longer before taking his first hit, a little shorter than your own.

He attempts to mirror your actions and hold in the smoke, but erupts into a coughing fit. The smoke escapes him in bursts, until he’s left covering his mouth with his arm while finishing his fit.

“You alright?” you ask nervously.

“Y-Yeah-“ he manages, smiling with watering eyes. He hands you the joint, letting out a couple more coughs. “Tasted like shit; smell isn’t too bad though.”

You giggle, taking your second hit. “Can’t deny that. You’ll probably want to wash your clothes first thing tomorrow. Unless you really want Bruno finding out.”

The two of you share a laugh, slowly but steadily feeling the joint’s effects.

• • •

After your second joint and Mista fifth tiny hit, the garage was full of laughter.

Your hands no longer shook with nerves, relaxed and dazed eyes focused on Mista as he voices another of his out-of-pocket questions. His body is sprawled out casually on his chair, eyes bloodshot red.

“I think dogs would be the kindest,” he continues on. “Man’s best friend… y’know what I mean?”

“Possibly. I don’t know what animals would be the nicest if they could talk- but I do think bugs would be quite spiteful.”

He nods with vigor, “They’d all absolutely hate us. But at least spiders would be more easy to spot in the home if they’re talking up a storm.”

“Ugh… imagining that is just creepy,” you shiver, “I’d feel more uncomfortable about killing them then.”

“I’ll still smush ‘em for you,” he promises, winking clumsily.

You giggle, covering your mouth. “I wouldn’t doubt it…” Calming down, you cross one leg over the other and prod him, “So… what do you think, Guido?”

“Of what?” Mista tilts his head to the side.

“Of being high,” you specify. “I’ve checked in on whether or not you’re comfortable- if you feel queasy. But it’s been an hour and a half already… so I got to know your thoughts overall.”

He hums, shutting his eyes thoughtfully. “Hmm… honestly, I thought it’d be more similar to being drunk.”

“Is… is it okay?”

“Well…” a smug grin spreads across his face, “I can see why you do this from time to time. It’s fun.”

You breath a sigh of relief.

He sets his elbow down on his chair’s armrest. He leans closer to you, eyes unmoving from your own. Resting his chin in the palm of his hands, you do your best to capture his image in your brain despite your impaired state. The giddy smile on his face warms the inside of your chest with ease.

All the while his mind is racing just at the sight of you. He’s always found you breathtaking, but tonight has brought you together unlike anything before. It’s not something he could think of describing on his own, but he would agree with your opinion that the first time getting high can feel personal. And in the dim lighting of the garage, he’s overcome with a odd sense of confidence.

“That being said, I don’t think I’d have this much fun without you with me…” he says, voice quieter now.

“Guido… thank you. A first smoke is important because of the people you’re with. With good company-“

“You misunderstand,” he insists before trailing off, “I wouldn’t…”

“You wouldn’t what?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, leaning back in his chair.

Frowning, you ash the remainder of your joint and make sure it’s completely out. Setting your box aside and on the floor, you turn back to him. “Come on… you can tell me…”

“Well…” he takes in a deep breath, “I think I’d have fun regardless, you know what I’m saying? You’re what makes this fun. I like being with you- erm, hanging out with you. Spending time. Y-You know what I mean.”

He turns his head away, clearing his throat. Internally, he lectures himself. In his head, he’s meant to be smooth around you. But he spoke without thinking, a common occurrence throughout his time of being high thus far. The way you always giggle a his silly one-liners, whenever he calls you a tongue and cheek pet name… even with all that, it’s not like him to be so painfully obvious.

“I-I like spending time with you too,” you tell him, oblivious to his inner distress. You’re leaning towards him now, both hands fastened on your chair’s arm rests.

“Really?” he asks, as if it was some great mystery. Regardless, you humor him by keeping still and your expression. He leans towards you too, leaving just a foot between your faces.

“Of course… smoking with you has been a dream come true,” you swallow, “Or something…”

“Or something…” he echoes, “I wonder… would, umm, would you still like to hang out with me if I said you’re cute.”

“I’m not sure; you’d have to say it first,” you test, mostly teasing.

“You’re beautiful,” he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, voice earnest and gentle.

Cheeks heating up, your eyes widen and heart rate increases bit by bit. This is happening… oh my god, this is really happening, your mind races.

“Hmm…” you pretend casualness, “Yes… I do still enjoy your company.”

“Then…” he starts, standing up from his chair. Reaching for your hand, he pulls you up from your spot with ease. No matter how much you eye him up in his exposing crop-top, his strength never ceases to catch you off guard.

But what gets your head truly spinning, is how he swiftly pulls you into his embrace. One of his hands stays glued to yours and the other is wrapped around you, resting on your lower back. “Would you still like me if we stayed this close?”

“G-Guido…” you stutter, hardly processing his words. Not trusting your own, you simply nod.

“Y/n…” he sighs, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I-I know I’m high…”

“I’m high too…” you confirm.

“But I really-“

“-want this.” you both say in tandem.

He tilts his head to the side, ghosting his lips over your own. You think to speak his name, but he doesn’t offer you the chance. His lips press against yours, leading you into a delicate kiss.

Mista’s breath fans your face, controlled and poised. Despite your racing heart, your own breathing is disciplined as well.

A minute or two passes before you pull away. In your influenced state, the kiss blissfully felt like it lasted much longer.

“Y/n…” he mutters your name again, moving his hand away from yours in order to wrap both his arms around you. Your own sneak their way around his neck.

“Please, kiss me again,” you plead.

He shutters, enchanted by your tone of voice. Who would he be to deny such an earnest request?

Once again your lips meet, this time with greater vigor. His head tilts sideways further, deepening the kiss. You gasp into the motion, leaving an opening he takes advantage of. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, both his and yours dance around one another desperately.

His lips travel from your mouth to your lower jaw, traveling along it and eventually moving down to your neck. He peppers light kisses along your skin. That is, until your hand reaches up his neck, beneath his hat, and tugging at his hair.

Mista grunts in response, biting down and then sucking greedily at the space just below the curve of your jaw.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he mumbles, voice ragged.

“Me too…” you confess breathlessly.

“Mmm…” he hums, tightening his grip around your waste. Ever so slightly, he dips you at the hip, subtly pressing his own against yours.

Leaning your head backwards, your fingers dig into his scalp. Motivated further, he leaves another bite just below his first. His tongue laps against the mark, kissing you as if it were his last chance.

Mista’s hand slowly inches downward, giving you ample time to push him away or halt his movement. Realizing you put up no protest, he continues downward to grip your bum hungrily.

You gasp and instinctively buck your hips into his, “Guido!”

He lets out a shaky sigh, returning the motion almost experimentally. Lifting his head from your neck, no time is wasted before kissing your lips once more. Tongues press together lightly, sighs and gentle groans sprinkled between kisses.

His hand on your ass reaches down to your thigh, hoisting your leg upwards and wrapping it around his waist. Now with more access, the two of you grind your hips together at a steady pace. Feeling his ever increasing prominent bulge push up against you is enough to cause you to moan.

He chuckles at your response, pulling his head away so you can both get ahold of your breathing. He rests his forehead against your own, looking at you with a lustful gaze. Something deeper is found in the twinkle of his eyes, expressing sincere and personal desire.

“Amore mio… I-“

His eyes drift away, traveling to the right of your person. Mista’s velvety expression quickly contorts into a frustrated one.

Before you can think to ask him what’s wrong, he grips you tight and whirls you to his side. Pressing you against him still, he pulls a hand from your ass to instead reach down into the front of his pants.

To your shock, he pulls out his pistol. He yells out incoherently, shooting two bullets into Narancia’s music player.

“Guido!” you exclaim, blinking rapidly. You cling onto him, but your face is kept away from him out of confusion. “What the hell was that for?”

“Because the damn thing doesn’t work!”

Opening your mouth, you soon close it slowly. Your grip on him loosens, letting out a giggle. It morphs into a hearty laugh, stomach straining in pain at the sheer force of it.

Glancing at you, he wonders out loud, “What’s so funny?”

It only encourages more of your laughter, wiping a single tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Mista!” you snort, “There’s no doubt about it; you’re definitely high!”

Blowing smoke emitting from his gun, he shoves it back into his pants with ease. Confident and certain, he offers you a sultry glance. “That was hot, though, wasn’t it?”

You merely giggle more, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Regardless, you reply honestly, “A little… I’ll admit I like that you keep your gun in your pants…”

His smirk widens, biting his lower lip momentarily. “Well, if that’s the case…” Mista whispers, voice husky. He blows slowly in your ear, making you halt entirely. Planting a single kiss on your earlobe, he continues smoothly, “Perhaps you’d like to reach for it yourself…”

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