#risotto oneshot
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Hi Maya!
I have loved your writing for such a long time now but I’ve never actually sent in a request !
my request is for a risotto nero x reader drabble from jjba where risotto and the reader get into a heated argument (I imagine it would be over something in their relationship, and it’s just blown way out of proportion) and the reader walking out, only to come back a few days later and find that the rest of la squadra has been killed (in the events of vento aureo). so the reader would be a part of la squadra as well, and i imagine them being risotto’s like, right hand man/woman. the theme would essentially just be angst. I hope this makes sense ! thank you so much for taking the time to read my request. <3
CRUELTY - RISOTTO NERO X READER
Warnings : mildly graphic descriptions of blood and mild gore, death, some religious depictions, this is not proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : angst
Word count : 0.6K words
Additional notes : Thank you so much for your sweet words and for requesting! I love it when requests are variable and have characters I’ve never written for before. It gives me a new challenge! I don’t think I’ve ever written pure angst before, so I hope you like this 💗
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Cruelty could tear them apart far worse than Risotto ever physically could to an enemy using his stand, and cruelty had dug its nails into their flesh over and over again. His words were sharper than a glinting dagger carving into their skin, and they ripped apart their insides every time he spoke.
They couldn’t even remember what the fight had originally been about. For all they knew, it could’ve been nothing at all, and yet it could’ve been everything. The vague memory that lingered in their brain was of it slowly escalating into a screaming match; a competition to see whose pride would win.
They’d demanded more of his time, he’d snapped at them to stop bitching. They’d yelled at him to unlodge the stick up his ass, he’d slammed his fist down on the table in a fit of fury. Their indignation and self-preservation drove them to slam the door shut behind them as they left him behind, swearing up and down that they’d rather see him dead than come crawling back to him.
It was well within the range of being counted as treason. No right-hand would abandon their post, and especially not at the cusp of a grand discovery that could change their fates. But they’d had enough—enough of having to set their life on the line in the name of love every single day, only to have it tossed back in their face. No; it was best to leave Risotto behind, and erase all traces of him from their heart and soul.
La Squadra could tear itself apart from within for all they cared. They had no more energy to expend, and no more toeing the line with death before it finally caught up to them. It was, after all, all a matter of time before they came back to snuff their life out the moment they caught wind of their crime of abandonment. No one dares to leave the mafia and live to tell the tale—and they’d morbidly made peace with that. Death was inevitable.
And inevitable it was, they thought, stomach churning as bile crept up their throat, watching the way his mangled body sprawled on their doorstep; the same threshold they’d been thinking of crossing to hopefully make amends.
With trembling fingers and shuddering breaths, they took a fearful step back, vision hazy at the sight of him, limp and drenched in his own blood that stained the marble underneath him with the color they knew would never properly wash away and would seep through the cracks. Stumbling over their own feet, it felt like they were taking repeated punches to their gut, and the tears swimming in their eyes were near impossible to blink away when it felt like their heart was being ripped to shreds.
Hell had been brought to their front doorstep, and the devil had brought him back to taunt them; to mock them with Risotto’s blank unmoving eyes, his bluing skin, and his hair mottled in crimson. The devil laughed in their face, as despair clutched at them and they cried out in agony. Truly a tragedy to be admired—the way their hand clawed at their chest, as though begging the scene in front of them to be nothing more than a figment of their worst nightmare.
But no—as it often was, reality was far crueler than it often passed itself as. It was crueler than a lover’s biting words; crueler than their neglect. And it would force them to trudge forward, bearing the weight of their regrets and sins, until they pulled the very essence of them under to join him in hell, where their cursed souls would remain forever entwined.
Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @mrsgiovanna
#imagine#oneshot#angst#anime#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jojo’s bizarre adventure golden wind#jjba#jojo#risotto nero#risotto nero angst#risotto nero x reader#risotto nero oneshot#risotto x reader#risotto oneshot#risotto angst#risotto#la squadra#la squadra x reader#golden wind#vento aureo#jojo part 5
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[ : MASTERLIST : ]
❛ guide. ꒰ 🦢 ꒱
☆ = fluff.
✦ = smut.
♡ = angst.
✶ = crack.
♱ = content warning.
❀ = longfic.
✿ = oneshot.
✹ = shortfic.
✧ = scenario.
❥ ' la squadra di esecuzione. ﹒ ﹢
⌦ la squadra headcanons and scenarios. — multiship. (☆✦♡✶♱✧)
⌦ la squadra with a silent teammate. — no ship. (☆♡✧)
⌦ giorno libero. — poly la squadra di esecuzione minus pesci (✦✿).
⌦ marmelatta di fragole. — background risotto﹢ ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto (✦♡♱❀).
⌦ goffo. — background poly la squadra di esecuzione minus pesci (☆✶♱✿).
⌦ luminare. — background risotto﹢ ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto and formaggio (☆♡✶✿).
⌦ spirito. — background risotto﹢ ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto, sorbet﹢ gelato and mentioned la squadra di esecuzione (✦♡♱✹).
⌦ veleno. — risotto﹢ ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto (♡♱✹).
⌦ freddezza. — ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto (✦♡♱✿).
⌦ sorveglianza. — ghiaccio﹢ melone (✦✿).
⌦ guinea pig. — poly la squadra di esecuzione minus pesci (✦✶✿).
⌦ slumber party. — ghiaccio﹢ secco, background la squadra di esecuzione and cioccolata (✦✶✿).
⌦ kiss and make up. — ghiaccio﹢ prosciutto and background la squadra di esecuzione (✦✶♱✿).
⌦ the hat stays on. — ghiaccio﹢ risotto and background la squadra di esecuzione (✦♱✿).
❥ ' squadra guardie del corpo. ﹒ ﹢
⌦ marmelatta di fragole. — mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio (✦♡♱❀).
⌦ smelly cowboy trilogy. — mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio (☆✦♱✿).
⌦ goffo. — background mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio (☆✶♱✿).
⌦ squalo affamato. — mista﹢ bucciarati (☆✦♡♱✿).
⌦ luminare. — mista﹢ bucciarati (☆♡✶✿).
⌦ spirito. — mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio and squadra guardie del corpo (✦♡♱✹).
⌦ soldato. — mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio (☆✿).
⌦ chimerico. — mista﹢ bucciarati (♡♱✿).
⌦ spuntino. — mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio (☆✦♡✿).
⌦ penitenza. — mista﹢ bucciarati﹢ abbacchio (☆✦♱✿).
❥ ' l'unità speciale. ﹒ ﹢
⌦ slumber party. — ghiaccio﹢ secco, background cioccolata (✦✶✿).
⌦ doctor's prescription. — cioccolata﹢ secco (✦♱✿).
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Eat Me
A Nanami Kento x F!Reader Vampire AU Oneshot
Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DNI)
Pairing: Vampire!Hunter Nanami Kento x Vampire F!Reader
Summary: An aristocratic vampire working in the corporate world is a thing rarely seen, but you're determined to live the normal life you've always longed for. Once you escape your oppressive family, a friend recommends you reach out to the higher ups at JJK Inc., and before you know it, you find yourself settling into a new life. Everything is going smoothly once you settle into your new job; that is until you discover that your stern but outrageously handsome boss, Nanami Kento, knows all about your little secret.
CW: smut, vampire au, human/vampire relationship, boss/employee relationship, forbidden love, mutual pining, vampire bites, blood drinking, grinding, dry humping, biting, finger sucking, nanami kento probably has a biting kink but you didn't hear it from me
Word Count: 9.2K
A/n: This is a rewrite of a previous fic that I posted in the past but have since deleted. Initially I had structured it as a multi-chapter work, however I want to explore some other AUs with Nanami so I decided to rework this into a standalone oneshot. Scenes have been expanded and added so I hope this feels like a fresh read to you all! <3
The putrid scent of burning flesh slams up Nanami Kento’s nose as he enters his target’s opulent office. It’s a familiar and deeply unpleasant smell, one that fosters bad memories and a nauseating churn in the pit of the hunter’s stomach.
Looks like someone beat him to the target.
Nanami’s nose scrunches against the offending aroma, briefly betraying his distaste before his trained gaze scans the spotless space around him. There are no signs of a struggle. Not a single table, chair, or speck of dust is out of place. Everything in this obnoxiously expensive office sits completely undisturbed, as if Nanami were the first person to enter it all week.
Cursing under his breath, Nanami removes his glasses. There is only one vampire hunter alive that is capable of such a feat, and Nanami has no desire to deal with his colleague's theatrical antics tonight.
Satisfied that there are no other uninvited guests in the shadows, Nanami pockets his shades in his breast pocket and journeys deeper into the darkened office. Like a hell hound he follows the scent of death. The soles of his shoes clack ominously against the polished floor with each step he takes, signaling his approach to his colleague.
Not that Gojo Satoru needed the warning.
The smell leads Nanami towards the massive windows that display the city’s beautiful skyline. The sight of the shimmering neon lights against the black backdrop of the night sky provides Nanami with the briefest of mental reprieves. Looking upon those lights, Nanami envisions with longing the night he could have had if he’d only not answered Masamichi’s call.
Enjoying the serene solitude of his apartment across town, sipping away at a glass of bourbon while he languidly worked away over his stove, experimenting with that risotto recipe that he’d seen while perusing a magazine easier that day. That would have been a night worth having. Not one where he had to think about corpses, monsters and death.
Rounding the ludicrously expensive desk that sits in the center of the room, Nanami’s honey brown gaze trails down to the floor, finally arriving at the scene he had expected to see.
A mangled corpse in the process of burning from the inside out lays on the floor. Its eyes are wide with terror and its mouth is stretched open in an eerie, silent scream that would have sent shivers down Nanami’s spine had he not seen this exact same scenario hundreds of times before.
A vampire in the throes of death is a gruesome thing. The sight, sound, smell, and brutal agony of it all will always haunt him. But even though dispatching them is rotten work, Nanami understands that leaving them to their own devices is even more so. The gluttony of their kind when their thirst overcomes their senses is unparalleled. That and their lust for cruelty.
As Nanami silently watches the body burn, the red veins glowing disturbingly before the skin and bone turn to ash, he notes that the form remains perfect and pristine through its destruction. Its blood was uncorrupted. So it had been a noble after all.
Abruptly, a playful chuckle rings through the office and Nanami turns his attention to the source, his brown eyes meeting the inhuman blues of Gojo’s.
The playful hunter smiles.
“Looks like they haven’t all been wiped out.”
Nanami’s brows furrow, the muscles in his shoulders tensing instinctively. The creature truly never stood a chance. No one—human or inhuman—ever saw Gojo coming. They were dead before they even knew they were in danger. In fact, Gojo is so effective at his job that frankly Nanami almost feels sorry for the creatures they hunt. Almost.
“Seems so.”
Gojo’s smile spreads wider across his handsome face. He steps forward, his unmistakable snow white hair illuminated by the glowing lights from the city below. The crunching sound of his boot as he steps over the ash is a perfect allegory for the world at Gojo Satoru’s feet. It truly is only a matter of time before he completely wipes them all out.
“Glad you could make it, Nanamin,” The man teases, his expression gleaming with satisfaction. “Our dusty little friend here told me the most interesting little rumor.”
Nanami’s expression sours, his hands curling into fists as he feels the tension in his body coil tighter. He knows exactly what Gojo’s next words are going to be.
“Another assignment?”
Without a word, Gojo reaches into his pocket and produces a cell phone. Nanami watches, silently annoyed as the man nonchalantly whistles a merry little tune as he opens the phone’s contents. After a few seconds of scrolling, Gojo turns the phone towards Nanami and shows him the target.
A woman. The picture had been snapped at a distance, capturing her in mid stride as she climbed out of the back of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Nanami reaches up and zooms in on the picture, his sharp eyes absorbing every detail. Every part of her is in pristine order. Her hair, her clothing, shoes, make-up and nails. Impeccable, immaculate, like a model who had just stepped fresh out of the pages of a magazine.
Everything about her screams untouchable luxury, prestige, and old money. Everything, except her eyes. They are…glassy and distant, as if the soul inside were somewhere else at the moment this picture was taken.
That familiar state of forlorn disconnection, of going through the motions while dissociating from the world around you because that’s the only way you can survive…
A pang of sympathy hits Nanami square in the chest. He understands that feeling all too well.
“A vampire.” The hunter dryly surmises, glancing up at his coworker. “One of the nobles I take it?”
Gojo Satoru’s lips pull back into a spine chilling smile.
“Oh, far more interesting than that.”
The office is plunged into a foreboding silence as Gojo turns the phone in his hand. He types away for a moment before slipping it back into his pocket. Not a moment after, Nanami’s own phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and glances at the notification.
Gojo Satoru
Target’s image attached. Have fun Nanamin~ <3
“She’s royal.”
(xxx)
21 months later
Groggy, your mind surfaces from the depths of sleep. One by one, you slowly feel your senses returning to you.
The first thing that returns to you is touch. The feeling of the soft, warm fabric of your pillow and sheets forming a pleasant cocoon of warmth around you is one of the best things in the world.
The second sensation is scent. The smell of the cool, crisp morning air tickles the tip of your nose. It’s wet and fresh, meaning that it must have rained sometime in the night.
The third sense that returns is sound. From your open bedroom window, you can hear the traffic and bustle of the city below start to swell, building into that buzzing morning rush crescendo that you’ve become so accustomed to in the last year.
To many, mornings like this are predictable and mundane, but to you it’s a little piece of heaven. This is your home, your space, and your time to yourself. No one else's.
And sure, while there may be some days that may feel lonely, overall you are at peace, and that is invaluable to you.
Living this quiet and mundane little life in this dingy yet cozy little apartment, there’s no one here to tell you what to do. No one to lord themselves over you, or tell you what to think and say. No one to tell you what to wear, who to talk to, and who to shun. No one to sneer at you should you prove a disappointment.
Here, you’re allowed to be your true self. You can finally breathe, grow, and rest.
Rest.
Snuggling deeper into the blankets, you plan to do just that. However, something in the back of your mind compels you to open your eyes. You usually wake up a few minutes before your alarm clock, but it feels a little later than usual doesn’t it?
Heaving a sleepy groan, your eyes flutter open, only to shut so that you can rub away the blurry fuzz that clouds your vision. Once satisfied, your eyes squint open again and focus on the glowing red numbers on your alarm clock. It takes a second, but the moment you’re able to process the numbers 8:43 AM, panic immediately floods your every nerve.
“Oh shit!” You shriek as you jolt awake. “No, no, no, no!”
You’re going to be late on the one day you can’t be late. Oh god, you’re going to get an earful from your boss.
Like a speeding bullet, you make a mad scramble for your bathroom, turning on the hot water taps for both your sink and shower all while cursing yourself out.
God, you can’t believe that you slept past your alarm! This is so unlike you, you’ve never slept through your alarm like that. Well…not on an important work day like today that is. It was so unusual, even if you had been sleeping more heavily, the blaring sound of that heinous clock had always gotten you out of bed on the dot before.
Racking your dozy brain for answers, you fiercely stick your toothpaste coated toothbrush into your mouth and hop under the hot spray of the shower. It isn’t until you’re half way done lathering yourself with soap that it hits you.
You had consumed your last blood pack yesterday morning, and had been so swamped with completing your proposal at work that you had completely forgotten to contact your supplier and restock on your way home last night.
Doing the math in your head, you quickly realize that it has been well over 24 hours since you’d last fed—the longest time you’d gone without blood, and it’s safe to say that your body is already cashing in on the grueling consequences.
Lethargy and brain fog are your main symptoms, but there’s also that gnawing little sensation of hunger that sits at the pit of your stomach. Occasionally, the sensation bloats, crawling up your spine to tease at the base of your brainstem, coyly stimulating that little feral part of your brain.
Luckily, these are all symptoms that you can manage for the time being. You don’t have any time to stop by your supplier before work, so you’ll just have to hold out until the day is done.
The next five minutes are a blur of toweling, styling, moisturizing and make up—all done poorly but done nonetheless. You tie up your wet hair as best as you can before dashing back to your bedroom. It takes only two additional minutes for you to get dressed in your business attire and out the door, and only another three to make it out of your building and into the nearest cab.
“JJK Inc, please!”
The driver nods, and you look down to check your watch only to realize that you’ve forgotten it on your nightstand. Cursing under your breath, you reach into your briefcase and pull out your phone, thankful that you didn’t forget that too. 8:58AM. You have exactly two minutes to get to work and you know that this drive takes at least twelve.
Reaching for your purse, you pull out a couple of the biggest bills you have, and towards the driver’s seat.
“Excuse me mister, I’m in a really big hurry today. Could you please go a little faster than usual? I’ll pay you triple for your trouble.”
The grizzled cab driver makes eye contact with you through his rear view mirror, then his gaze falls to the money in your hand.
“You're bribing me to break the law, ma’am?”
A sheepish little smile spreads across your lips and you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. If you had just gotten your ass out of bed at the right time, you wouldn’t even be in this situation.
“Um…well only a little.”
The cab driver snorts and his dry chuckle fills the cabin.
“Unless you’re willing to pay me my year’s salary, we’re getting there in twelve minutes.”
Begrudgingly, you accept that you are now at the complete mercy of the city’s brutal traffic. Your heavy sigh of defeat answers the cab driver well enough, and he turns his attention back to the road while you sag against the back seat.
That’s it, you’re going to be late for the monthly department meeting. The meeting in which you are scheduled to present your financial proposal for the company’s next fiscal year. You’ve been working so hard on it for the last four months. Way to foster a sense of competence and reliability. Instead you are going to show up ten minutes late, looking like you’d just had a run in with an angry grandmother armed with an umbrella.
Your eyes land on the phone in your hand. 8:59 AM. Your mouth instantly becomes dry and your panic flares.
You have to text your boss and let him know that you’ll be late for the meeting. Although, truth be told, you'd much rather jump out of the cab and let the oncoming traffic put you out of your misery.
But despite your shame, you know it’s the right thing to do. Especially since your boss has supported you so diligently throughout the entire year. Staying late nights at the office with you to help crunch data, patiently answering all your questions and never sparing you details that others may think are “over your head”. He never undermines or insults you when you don't understand something and he has proved time and time again to have faith in your competence.
He may be stern and generally unapproachable, but the subtle emotional support Nanami Kento has given since the first day you walked into JJK Inc means the absolute world to you.
And…you can't help but feel completely downtrodden at the very idea of letting him down. You’ve actually come to like him.
A lot.
…
Maybe a little too much, actually.
You heave out another sigh, hands falling limp on your lap.
Just stop being such a coward. Just call him. He’s not going to fire you over something so miniscule, right?
The cab is suddenly filled with an instrumental little jingle, and your phone begins to buzz in your hand. The sound snaps you out of your thoughts, calling your attention to your device. Your heart nearly stops when you see the name flashing on the display.
Mr. Nanami Kento.
Oh shit.
You’re frozen, suspended in momentary panic as you watch those haunting letters light up with each vibration. Should you let it go to voicemail? What’s worse, getting chewed out now or later? After about half a second of contemplation, you realize that letting the call go to voicemail would only serve to land you in the hottest seat in the house.
So with trembling fingers, you swipe right on your green call button and bring the phone to your ear.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Our department meeting has started. Where are you?”
Straight to the point, like always.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you resist the urge to twist the fabric of your pencil skirt between your fingers. It’s not even lunchtime yet and your day has gone terribly so far, like you want to add to it by showing up in wrinkled clothes.
“I’m so sorry sir,” You lick your lips, your tongue like sandpaper. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
A pause of silence on both your ends serves to add kindle to your blazing nerves, but you wait patiently for your boss to respond. After a few more beats of silence, Nanami speaks. His tone is low and soft, like he’s pulling you aside for a private little word in a large gathering of people.
“This is unusual for you. Is everything alright?”
A tingling shiver runs down your spine, the rhythm of your heart skipping a beat at the sound of his low and concerned drawl. God, it should be illegal for someone to sound that good—that sensual.
He’s your boss.
So what if he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen? So what if butterflies swarm and swell in your stomach everytime you think about him? So what if his face is the one on your mind when you slowly glide your fingers between your thighs in the dead of night?
It would never work out between the two of you, despite your fantasies to the contrary. Nanami Kento is a human and you are a vampire. Your life spans are different, your lifestyles are different, and you’d be damned if you dragged a good man like him into the complicated shit storm that is your personal life.
A soft call of your name gently coaxes you to the surface of your thoughts. Nanami pauses again, but his silent urge for you to proceed is palpable. So you close your eyes, inhale a deep breath, and lie.
“I’m alright sir, thank you for your concern. I just mistakenly slept through my alarm, that’s all. I’ll make my way straight up to the boardroom once I arrive.”
Another beat of silence, then a deep, affirmative hum.
“I’ll see you in ten minutes.”
And the call disconnects.
(xxx)
In spite of your tardiness, the department meeting had gone off without a hitch. In fact, upon your arrival you were elated to discover that not only had a seat been left open for you, but sitting on the table right in front of it was a steaming hot cup of coffee and a singular pain au chocolat wrapped delicately in a brown napkin.
You had nearly cried at the sweetness of the gesture, but managed to hold it together as you took your seat. Once situated, you looked at your coworker, Akari Nitta, and mouthed a ‘thank you’. To your shock, Nitta had then responded with an unsubtle shake of her head and then an even more unsubtle glance towards your boss who stood at the head of the table.
Your eyes widened, and impulsively your gaze flew towards Nanami Kento. He paused in the middle of his debrief, a single blonde brow rising at your reaction to his gesture.
Realizing that you were causing a scene, you immediately sunk into your chair and whispered a quiet apology as your face blazed hot. You got out your laptop and focused with all your might on your proposal and its presentation to the department. Fortunately, the presentation went well, garnering you lots of praise from your coworkers, and even a nod of approval from Mr. Nanami himself.
Now you sit at your desk, feeling simultaneously relieved but also like you’re going to jump out of your skin. The stress from the meeting and the presentation of your proposal have long since passed, however in its place another problem has reared its ugly head. It pokes at your every nerve and buries its claws into your sanity itself.
Hungry…
Eyeing the clock every few seconds, you’re desperately willing for it to go faster. Your hunger for blood has grown exponentially since the morning started—so much so that even your coworkers are beginning to look delicious. Especially one man in particular…
It’s okay. Just make it to lunch, then get a rare steak from the restaurant downstairs and that should appease you until the end of the day.
And yet as each agonizing second ticks by, your hunger only grows and grows, and it’s not long before you start to feel weak and a little bit dizzy.
If you aren’t careful, it won’t take much to trigger a nip at someone’s neck. And given the sexual (and unfortunately sometimes violent) connotations of the act of feeding, you’d really like to avoid that if at all possible. You never want to be in one of those unfortunate situations where a vampire has denied their hunger for too long and sadly ended up attacking a human.
Luckily, you aren’t in dire straits yet as the process of descending into that blood lust-fueled madness takes several days. Still, that doesn’t mean that you’re comfortable and willing to suffer the side effects.
Your eyes once again look at the clock on your laptop’s screen. 11:46AM. Close enough.
Quietly, you put your computer to sleep and stretch, groaning with pleasure under your breath as your tight muscles tense and then relax.
In a few quick movements, you collect your coat and purse and start to make your way down the hall of cubicles. Once you reach the cubicles of your friends, Nitta and Ijichi, you poke your head in and whisper.
“I’m heading out for lunch, I’ll be back in an hour.”
Ijichi raises an eyebrow, and both he and Nitta exchange a quizzical glance.
“What?” You ask.
“Did you forget? Mr. Nanami is going to take us all out for lunch today.”
Your heart sinks into your stomach.
“He…he is?”
“Weren’t you listening?” Nitta sighs, tossing the document in her hands onto her desk. “Mr. Nanami announced it at the end of our meeting this morning. He said that he wants to treat us to lunch for all of our hard work. Well, all of your hard work.”
“Ours,” You correct firmly. “I wouldn’t have managed it without everyone’s help.”
“Oh, so modest.” Nitta teases. “No wonder you’re Mr. Nanami’s favorite.”
You roll your eyes. Seriously? Of all the days to—
“I’m not his favorite. Mr. Nanami acknowledges anyone who's done a good job.”
Nitta and Ijichi exchange knowing glances with one another before turning their attention back to you.
“Sure.” They reply in unison, waving your words away like smoke.
Irritated, you decide to end the conversation and continue to make your way down the hall of cubicles and towards the elevator.
“Hey!” You hear Nitta call. “What about lunch? Aren’t you going to join us?”
Not if you can help it. You want to eat lunch alone since being known as the office lady who enjoys eating borderline raw meat isn’t exactly the reputation you’d like to garner for yourself. Plus, having a moment away from the office to clear your head will do you good.
“Are you declining to join us for lunch?”
Your body jolts at the sound of that familiar, deep voice. Turning around, of course you see none other than Nanami Kento standing a few steps away from you. He approaches you, the differences in your height becoming alarmingly apparent as gets closer.
And despite the fact that you’ve seen hundreds of handsome men come and go throughout your multiple lifespans, for the briefest of moments you can’t help but feel a little awestruck.
Nanami is so tall compared to you—not to mention built like a bulldozer. Armed with his steely demeanor, freshly pressed suit, polished shoes, perfectly styled hair and the smell of that aftershave that is to die for, you can say with full confidence that there are few men who can hold a candle to Nanami Kento.
Nanami’s presence has always been nothing short of imposing. No matter which corporate hot shot from the other departments stormed into his office, he would always put them back in their place. In fact, it’s a common sight to watch them scurry down the hidden path of shame between the cubicles, their tail between their legs after they had a meeting with your boss.
“Well?” The soft, honey brown color of Nanami’s eyes does little to counteract the sternness of his expression. He leans in closer, covering you in his shadow. Goosebumps erupt all over your skin as you stifle the lascivious tremor that courses through you.
“Do you have some other previous engagement that you neglected to share?”
As you lock your gaze with Nanami’s, you suffer the briefest moment of weakness.
You wish you could confide in him who you really are and what you’re going through. You’d give anything to have just one person know the real you. Not the confined and sheltered vampire you used to be, nor the workaholic vampire pretending to be human. Just you. And maybe someone like Nanami would be able to handle it, but you can’t take that risk.
“Um…no. I’m not declining.” You reply. “I’m just uh–really hungry.”
Nanami studies you silently for a moment. The weight of his gaze, taxing and on your already frazzled nerves. He sees more than what he lets on, you’re sure of it. But right as you’re about to squirm under his scrutiny he breaks his stare, then checks his watch before turning towards Nitta and Ijichi.
“Since your colleague seems to be eager to go, let’s make it an early lunch today. I’ll meet you all at the restaurant in ten minutes.”
Then, the three of you silently watch him as he disappears into his office.
Following Nanami’s orders, you wait for Nitta and Ijichi as they pack up and then join you in the journey to the elevator. You are absolutely exhausted, but Nitta looks totally ecstatic. Ijichi, as per usual,follows behind in silence.
“Lunch on the boss!” Nitta exclaims. “That means we can get anything we want, right?”
“I don’t think that’s very good manners, Miss Nitta.” Ijichi advises as he hits the call button. “Mr. Nanami is already being generous enough as it is.”
“Awww,” Nitta pouts. “You’re no fun, Ijichi.”
Nitta looks at you, her friendly smile widening.
“What do you think? We should indulge ourselves today, don’t you think?”
You shake your head.
“I think Ijichi is right, we shouldn’t take advantage of him. Even if he can afford it.”
Nitta scrunches her nose and crosses her arms with a half-hearted huff.
“Oh all right. It was mostly a joke anyway.”
(xxx)
The sky has long since darkened, the only thing illuminating the horizon now is the glowing moon and pink and blue neon lights from the city.
You had said goodbye to your coworkers as they trickled out of the office hours ago, wishing that you could have joined them. But your proposal needs finalizing and Nanami’s final seal of approval before you can call it a day. He gave you until 10:00PM tonight to finish it.
A tired groan escapes your lips as you focus on easing the tension in your shoulders. You give your eyes a break from staring at the screen as you reach your arms up for a good stretch. As you move, you glance at the empty cubicles around you. Admittedly, it’s strange and a little spooky being the only one in the office at night, but luckily you aren’t alone. Nanami is holed up in his office at the end of the hall and he has made it clear that you are welcome to come and find him if you need anything.
Letting your arms fall back down after that long stretch, you reach for the steaming mug sitting by your computer and bring it to your lips for a sip. The remainder of the tension in your body eases as the comforting scent of peppermint wafts up your nose.
It’s so liberating being out on your own and away from the pressures of your family. While you hold no hatred in your heart for them, being at the mercy of their tyrannical sheltering in combination with all the stifling traditions, gaslighting, and the social pressure that came with being a member of the royal family, was a torture that you are grateful to no longer endure.
In that place, you were nothing more than an ornament— a possession. All you amounted to in their eyes was something pretty to perch on a pedestal and look at. Back there you had no right to your own words, or thoughts, or feelings, or even to your own body.
Then that one fateful night the incident occurred and you finally reached your breaking point. You ran away, smuggling yourself out of your family’s compound and into the big, wide outside world you’ve only ever seen from a distance.
Admittedly, it had been very difficult in the beginning since your sheltered past had left you with little survival skills, but thanks to the friendships you had developed and the stability offered by your work, you found yourself thriving within half a year’s time.
Gazing out of one of the office windows, you admire the beautiful glowing moon. The callous words of the people you once called “family” resurface in your mind.
“The world is dangerous. Those humans and the other vampires are savages. They’ll eat us alive.”
“Careful. Don’t want to misbehave now do we? It would be terrible if the hunters got a whisper of your whereabouts.”
“There’s no way someone like you could survive on their own.”
They couldn’t have been more wrong. And you’re so proud of yourself for being able to prove that each and every day. You were born a royal to the vampire world and a monster to the human one, but you are the master of your own mind, body and soul. No one has the right to tell you who you are.
A sudden growling sound interrupts your contemplation. Startled, you look down as your stomach tightens and twists painfully, immediately alerting you to the culprit.
The hunger is creeping back with a vengeance. The time you bought is running out.
Luckily, the lunch you’d ordered did the trick in satiating your appetite throughout the afternoon.
Unfortunately though, you now have to carry the lifelong joy of replaying the scene of your very confused and concerned coworkers asking you if you were okay after you had ordered an “exceptionally rare” blue steak with a straight face.
God, the complete silence that had fallen over the table as the waiter brought out the practically bleeding slab of meat and placed it in front of you had been mortifying. It ended up stalling your appetite and—you imagined—the appetites of your coworkers.
As the silence persisted, you remember practically feeling the secret glances your colleagues sent towards you and to one another. Your cheeks had grown hot, and your mouth as dry as a desert as both embarrassment and anxiety sat heavy in the pit of your stomach. Flustered, you felt compelled to apologize and make up some kind of excuse.
“Sorry. I ah…grew up on a beef farm and it wasn’t unusual for us to eat meat like this.”
But then, your boss speaks up and effectively breaks the tense atmosphere with a single statement.
“There is no need for you to apologize or explain your preferences.”
And that had been the end of it.
Gently placing your mug of tea back down, you make quick work of replacing your smudged lipstick before leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes. Of course, the first and only thing your fevered mind conjures is him.
You wish that your thoughts could stay in the realm of innocent admiration, but as your hunger grows and your brain juggles the phenomenon that is Nanami Kento, all your thoughts go straight to the gutter. A sweet lick of heat pulses between your legs and you clench your thighs, groaning quietly in your attempts to stifle it.
You want Nanami Kento. You’ve always wanted him. You have tried so hard to keep your feelings and lewd fantasies under control, but like opening Pandora’s box, your hunger has revealed the truth of your longing.
The way that man sternly commands a room. How he simultaneously supports and takes responsibility for those around him, how caring he can be despite the subtlety of his emotions. All of these are the qualities that have drawn you to him.
But that being said, Nanami’s physical qualities are nothing to scoff at either. The way that man rolls up his sleeves while he’s hard at work, or how his strong brows furrow when he’s faced with a particularly complex situation. The large breadth of his hands and shoulders, the smell of his aftershave and skin, how unbelievably mouth-watering he looks in those form fitting dress shirts with that perfect blonde hair just slightly tousled…
The roar of your hunger intensifies, and you can feel your fangs throb and start to emerge.
Oh no.
You inhale deeply, fingers digging into the seat of your chair. You lick your teeth in a foolhardy attempt to help yourself settle down. But the fire in your body sparks and burns brighter, your lust for blood and a certain CFO flaring with a vengeance. Your body is punishing you for daring to distract it with some cheap imitation, especially when the person that you truly want to sink your teeth into is just down the hall.
Ignoring the dampness between your legs, you take a series of long deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. Then, once you manage to get that burning lust to taper, you exhale a sigh, place your fingers on the keyboard, and force yourself to ignore their trembling.
You are going to finalize this proposal.
You are going to email it to your boss.
You are going to review it with him and finally put this project to rest.
Then you are going to climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him before latching onto that delicious notch between his neck and shoulder and…
Stop it.
You give your head a furious shake and force yourself to focus on the numbers on the screen. You are going to be done by 10:00 PM, come heaven or high water.
True to your promise to yourself, you work furiously into the night, but by 9:40 PM your blood withdrawal symptoms return with full force. The trembling in your hands has spread to the rest of your body making it significantly harder for you to focus. You're starting to sweat down your back and between your breasts and your heart’s rhythm quickens as the sweet ache in your sex only grows.
Intrusive flashes of your lewd, late night fantasies of Nanami play in your mind on repeat and the feeling of your elongating teeth scratching against your lower lip makes your actions all the hastier.
Almost there…
Through sheer force of will, you finish the last portion of your proposal ten minutes before your personal deadline. Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly send Nanami an email, letting him know that it’s ready and that you’ll make your way to his office to discuss it. Only one nail biting minute goes by before he sends his reply.
“I have time now.”
You’ve never been more thankful for Nanami’s punctuality and curtness. Closing your laptop, you stand up and immediately your body sways. You grab the desk, steadying yourself as you’re suddenly demobilized by the onset of a pounding headache that swallows all sound and blurs your vision.
Shit, you’re going to pass out.
Tightening your grip, you try to focus on your breathing.
It’s okay. You’re okay. Just go in there and finish this. Then you can contact your supplier, go home and pass out.
You hold on to your desk for dear life and wait for your hearing and vision to return. Once they do, you thank all your lucky stars.
Knowing you don’t have a lot of time left, you grab your laptop and immediately make your way towards Nanami’s office. Your knees tremble with each step you take and you grip your laptop close to your chest for fear of dropping it.
Almost done. Just a little more.
You knock once you reach Nanami’s office.
“Come in.”
Clenching your hand around the doorknob, you take a deep breath to help steady yourself before opening the door and stepping inside.
The office is warm, almost cozy with its dimly lit atmosphere. With the exception of a singular lamp that sits on the far left of his desk, Nanami’s computer screen is the only other source of illumination in the room.
Nanami’s office is quite tasteful, with the exception of a few decorative items it’s filled with only the essentials that the man needs to do his job. Nanami himself sits at his desk, his brows furrowed as he pours over the documents on his desk.
Despite your sorry state, you can’t help but steal another moment to admire him.
God, he really is breathtaking, the dim light betraying you by slyly highlighting his best features. Combed blonde hair that beckons your fingertips, rolled up sleeves revealing the powerful, veiny arms beneath, his sharp brown eyes that never miss a detail, and those strong and chiseled features of his, Nanami makes you weak in the knees every time.
Standing silently at the door’s threshold, you wait for Nanami’s tired eyes to look up. Once his gaze meets yours, he exhales a heavy sigh. Your tongue swipes along the throbbing tips of your fangs as you watch him lean back in his hair, all raw masculinity and tempered power as he removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.
“Let’s have a look at it then.”
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you make your way deeper into his office, fingers clenching around your laptop as you pray for your legs not to give out.
The moment you reach Nanami’s desk, his warm and tantalizing scent hits you like a freight train. You can practically feel the steady beat of his heart on your tongue. The painfully throbbing ache in your fangs increases as your vision blurs again for another brief second.
Calling upon the strength of your willpower once more, you manage to suppress the raging hunger inside you for just a little longer. Your lips press into a thin worried line and without a word, you place your laptop on Nanami’s desk, turn it to face him, and open it to show him your finalized proposal.
But Nanami’s attention is focused squarely on you. Those brown eyes of his feel like they are slowly taking you apart and then putting you back together again. Maddeningly. Piece by piece.
You’re on the verge of screaming, or bolting out of his office by the time your boss glances at the screen you’d presented to him.
The wait is torture. You have to resist the urge to chew your lip, hiding your trembling fingers behind your back in a desperate attempt to conceal your distress. It feels like an eternity before Nanami’s attention finally returns to you. He pins you again with that intense stare of his, holding you captive like a wriggling insect caught in a spider’s web.
Then, Nanami breaks the silence and you are surprised to see both that intense stare and the harshness of his tone soften.
“You’re unwell.”
A statement, not a question. Nanami’s words are enough to freeze the words in your throat. He saw right through you. Of course, he did.
Desperately trying to save face, you scramble for the words to deflect Nanami’s astute observation.
“I’m perfectly fine.”
Wow. Phenomenal.
Nanami sighs, his heavy hand reaching up to gently close your laptop. Your eyes linger for a second too long on his thick fingers before your body stiffens at the thought of being caught.
The sound of a chair sliding against the floor makes your heart jump. Your breath stalls as Nanami stands up from his seat and circles the desk towards you. He stops his advance when your bodies are only mere inches apart.
Then he leans down and whispers,
“Don’t lie to me.”
Instantly, your senses come alive. You feel your fangs extend fully in your mouth as your eyes latch hungrily onto Nanami’s throat. His intoxicating scent, the thick muscle of his body, and the pulsing veins beneath his skin all have your mouth practically watering.
“You’re unwell.” Nanami continues. “In fact, you’ve been unwell since yesterday.”
Nanami hit the nail on the head. There’s no point in keeping secrets anymore. Twisting your fingers behind your back, you have no choice but to answer him.
“I uh—”
You pause and study Nanami’s expression.
He’s patiently waiting, his gaze unwavering from yours. It’s firm and solid, but beneath that stoic professionalism you can see a flicker of warmth and understanding. And even though you are currently in the hot seat—panicked and on the edge of being exposed—you also feel strangely at ease.
“I’m anemic so uh…just feeling a little faint. It runs in my family.”
Nanami’s expression shifts into one of undisguised doubt.
“Anemia. That’s what’s left you in this state?”
You slowly nod. Your tongue darts out in an attempt to moisten your lips before carrying on with your explanation.
“It’s not that bad, really. I’m just tired and a little dizzy. I’ll be able to finish up this proposal and then I’ll go h—.”
And then in an ultimate gesture of betrayal, your body starts to sway again. Your pounding head begins to feel light, sounds disappearing once more as your vision blurs and then goes completely black.
Fortunately, in the midst of all this you still have enough of your wits to make a grab for Nanami’s desk and steady yourself.
Unfortunately however, you end up missing the desk entirely and instead are sent plummeting into the awaiting arms of gravity. Or at least, you would have been, had Nanami Kento not used his own arms to scoop you up and keep you from falling.
The feeling of Nanami’s arms around you is enough to bring you back. Your vision returns and your entire body freezes as alarm bells go off in your head. You’re reaching your limit.
The heat of Nanami’s body radiates through yours, turning the blaze inside you into a raging inferno and reigniting the sweet ache in your core. Your fangs throb and your sex pulses as your arousal pools in that private little space between your thighs.
God, you want him. You want to taste him and fuck him so badly you feel like you’re going to go insane.
“You’re not fine,” Nanami’s tone is low, almost sensual. “You’re on the verge of passing out.”
“N–no, I’m—”
Nanami cradles you closer, shouldering the entirety of your body weight as he holds you steady against him. He guides your body towards his desk, leveraging you against it before securely wrapping his grip around your waist. Your head falls on his shoulder. Exhausted, you surrender everything.
“I–I’m sorry.” You whisper, fingers tightening around his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself against the rabid haze that’s taking over every last lick of sense you possess.
Fuck, he smells so good.
Then without a word of warning, Nanami abruptly picks you up and sits you on his desk. Your pencil skirt naturally rides up your thighs as he slots himself between your knees.
The next words that fall from Nanami Kento’s lips change your life forever.
“Eat me.”
Both your heart and breath stop for what feels like an eternity. Your eyes widen as your mind struggles to process the meaning of Nanami’s words. Eat him? What does he mean by that? Surely he can’t be talking about…
“W-what?”
Nanami leans in closer.
“You need blood and I have an abundant supply.”
Panic, hot and sharp, stabs right through your chest.
Holy shit. He knows.
You had taken so many painstaking precautions to conceal your true identity and had done everything in your power to make sure that your secret was kept safe. How did Nanami Kento discover it? Had you slipped up at some point? Or had you been outed by a member of your family?
The venomous words of your father, the ones that he always used to threaten you with, ring like a gong in your head.
“Careful. Don’t want to misbehave now do we? It would be terrible if the hunters got a whisper of your whereabouts.”
It all snaps into place.
Breathless and freshly teary eyed, you look up at your boss.
“You’re a hunter.”
Nanami’s jaw clenches, hard bone grinding beneath tight skin. Then finally, he nods.
“I am.”
You do your best to try and make a break for it, wriggling to the best of your ability out of Nanami’s hold. But the man’s grip is like iron and your body is too weak. All you manage to do in the midst of your trepidation is dishevel your clothing and bring your body closer to his.
Nanami silently holds you captive, his expression betraying nothing as he watches the rebellious little fire inside you snuff out, surrendering to the merciless gale of your starved exhaustion.
Only when your body stills does he speak again.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you. I will never harm you.”
Frustrated and distraught tears roll down your cheeks, your fingers grip and twist the pristinely pressed dress shirt covering Nanami’s chest. More lies. For once in your life won’t someone just tell you the truth?
“Stop lying to me. You’re a hunter. Killing vampires is what you hunters do, right?”
Nanami pauses, his lips thinning as he contemplates his answer.
“Yes.” He finally admits.
Your heart sinks, despair tightening your chest as the realization dawns on you that perhaps all the kindness and support that Nanami had shown you throughout your time at JJK Inc had been part of an elaborate ruse. Easing you into some false sense of security before finding the perfect moment to take you out.
And as you look at him, tightly cradled in his grasp and unable to escape, you wish that you could be anywhere else right now.
“If you’re going to kill me just do it already.”
A tired sigh falls from your boss's lips, his left hand coming up to rub at the bridge of his nose. You follow the motion, gaze lingering on the plains of his handsome face. The bags under his eyes are a bit more prominent than usual.
“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Right,” You sniff, voice frail and taunt as you fight back against your tears. Nanami Kento is the last person on earth you want to see you cry.
“So said everyone else.”
The weight of Nanami’s grip leaves your side, and when you feel both of his hands gently cup the sides of your face, you practically melt. Nanami’s hands are warm and comforting and they soothe away your fear and despair. He regards you gently, smoothing his thumbs along the soft edge of your cheekbones—wiping away your tears.
“I’m not just anyone.”
Nanami releases you and you watch, spellbound, as his fingers reach for that signature leopard print tie. Your eyes widen and your heart pounds, the beat roaring in your ears as he loosens the flimsy article of clothing with a single elegant movement.
“Now,” His words are stern, deep. Undeniable in their finality.
“Eat.”
As Nanami loosens the first few buttons of his dress shirt, your eyes immediately land on the thick column of his throat.
“You—” Another swallow as the saliva in your mouth begins to flow and pool. “You don’t know what you’re offering…”
“I know perfectly well what I’m offering. Take it.”
Your body grows hot to the touch—near feverish as your arousal reignites. Your grip tightens, grasping at his shirt as you desperately resist the animalistic urge to just sink your teeth into Nanami’s thick flesh without a drop of restraint.
“Mr. Nanami…”
His hand reaches up again and he cups your chin, thumb gently tracing along your slack bottom lip, smudging the lipstick you’d replaced just an hour before. You shudder as his thumb precariously brushes against one of your exposed fangs.
“I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve never drank blood from another person before.” You confess in a hushed whisper. “The rules around feeding where I come from are very strict and the act itself can be very…intimate.”
Nanami’s hand glides to the back of your head then down to your neck. His touch is electric–addicting–like a hit of pure ecstasy.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed with me.”
You shyly lick your teeth and avert your gaze to the glowing doorway. You’re stalling and he knows it.
Nanami leans down, the feeling of his warm breath caressing the side of your face as you teeter on the edge of unchained desire.
“Go ahead.” Nanami coaxes. “Eat.”
And with no more words, you arch your body upwards, open your mouth, and then sink your teeth into your boss’ neck. Nanami grunts, and the moment his blood touches your tongue every inch of you sings.
Nanami’s taste is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It’s rich and warm, powerful and potent. Like a spiced wine only served to those with the most expensive palates. And as his blood flows your mouth it invigorates you with a heat that is as searing and as all consuming as that of the sun.
A lewd moan bubbles in your throat as you instinctively draw him closer, lips latching and sucking hungrily against his neck. Nanami responds with a moan of his own as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and pressing the entirety of your body against his.
You cradle him between your soft thighs, hands reaching under his arms and around to his back so that your fingers can dig into the delicious muscle they find there.
Nanami’s heart pounds against your tongue, feeding you all the more as you deliberately press the swell of your breasts against him. The sweet softness of your panty covered pussy is next, and you’re so love drunk, so caught up in the moment that you don’t even think twice about rubbing yourself against the growing tent in his pants.
Nanami's deep groan in response to your actions makes your pussy clench. He leans forward, pushing you down until your back hits the polished mahogany desk he’d perched you on. His heavy hands slam against the wood as he climbs on top, steadying himself against the shuddering waves of bliss that tear through him.
Perhaps you’re taking a little too much…
With a pleased sigh, you release Nanami’s throat, kissing the little red wounds you’d left there before trying to pull away. But Nanami’s hand slips under your head, cupping the back of it and ushering you back to that bite mark.
“Keep going,” His voice is low and raw, rumbling like a thunderstorm on the horizon, on the verge of losing his restraint.
“Don’t stop until you’re full, darling.”
That sweet and genuine term of affection nearly knocks the air out of your lungs, and you can’t help but whimper wantingly. You’ve never wanted anyone like this before.
Staring into his eyes, your hands wrap around Nanami’s body again. Your fingers sink back into their rightful place along the muscles of his back before you tilt your mouth back up towards his neck.
Then, greedily, you sink your teeth back into Nanami’s flesh.
“That’s it.” He praises, lips pressing comfortingly against your temple. “Good girl. Take what you need.”
An intoxicating cocktail of love and lust roars inside of you, intensifying with each swallow. You’ve had your fair share of selfish lovers and cold sheets, but never anything like this…never something so hot and wild and that felt so fucking right.
Another wave of intoxicating ardor sizzles along your skin and your body responds by arching against him, rubbing yourself lewdly against his hard cock.
Nanami growls, the deep sound curling your toes as the hands he had rested by your head curl tightly into fists.
“Touch me.” You plead, licking a wicked stipe up his throat.
Cursing under his breath, Nanami pushes your skirt up to your waist, exposing your soaked cotton panties. His hands find your hips, tightening in a vice grip as he angles you just right before beginning to rut his clothed length against your pussy.
You lick the bruised bite mark on Nanami’s neck in apology before laying back down on the desk, arching and moaning as you’re overcome by the hot friction between your bodies.
You’re dizzy, blissed out and utterly intoxicated as you grind your sex against his. The hurried rustle of fabric and the stifled moans from both of your lips rises like the sweetest music.
Nanami’s eyes meet yours, a low groan rumbling in his chest as his hands travel up your waist. Abruptly, he pulls you down, forcing your sensitive pussy harder against his throbbing cock. You can practically feel him pulse between your folds.
Crying out, you grasp onto Nanami as he hikes up your leg over his shoulder, exposing you further before surrendering the weight of his massive body onto your smaller one. Pinning you deliciously on that desk and grinding against you with animalistic fervor, he makes you feel breathless and trapped, but oh so far from helpless.
“M–Mr. Nanami…p-please, don’t stop.”
“Not until you come,” Nanami promises, licking his bottom lip before popping his thumb into your wet mouth.
Moaning, you instinctively bite into the fleshy pad. When you catch a glimpse of Nanami’s jaw clenching, his eyes glued to the seductive glimmer of your fangs biting deliciously into his flesh, you nearly come then and there.
“Harder,” Nanami commands, snapping his hips against you and hitting your swollen clit with the head of his cock just right.
Mewling with pleasure, you sink your fangs into his thumb and Nanami shudders. The pleasured purr that leaves him is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever heard in your life.
“Good girl.”
He thrusts against you harder now and your combined moans harmonize as the two of you lose yourselves. The hot coil in your stomach tightens as you roll your hips, grinding against Nanami desperately while spreading your legs wider to accommodate his size.
“Suck,” Nanami groans. “Suck on me as you come.”
Eagerly, you suck his thumb into your mouth, eyes drooping with euphoria as the taste of his blood couples with the force of your oncoming orgasm.
“N–Nanami,” You whimper sloppily–pathetically—around his finger, drool falling from the side of your mouth.
“C–coming–I’m going to come—ah!!!”
Nanami pulls his thumb from your mouth, but not before gliding it along your lipstick smudged lips and coating them in his flavour.
Thrusting his hips against you one last time, he leans down and claims your mouth with his, swallowing your scream of ecstasy as you come in his arms.
“That’s it,” Nanami coos, the pleasured hum in his throat lulling you in tandem with the tender little kisses he presses to your lips “Hold onto me, baby.”
And you do, for dear life, until the last pulse of your pleasure fades and you’re left a completely exhausted mess on Nanami Kento’s desk.
The two of you stare at one another in that dim light, chests heaving and cheeks burning. Wondering if he came too, you look down at Nanami’s beige slacks. You almost die of embarrassment when you realize how drenched you’d made them.
“Did you come?” You ask him.
Nanami’s low, rumbling chuckle is your answer.
You’re about to protest and are ready to offer your body so that he can have his pleasure too, but Nanami halts your words by pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
It was one of the sweetest gestures you’d ever been gifted.
“Next time, darling.”
dividers by @/saradika
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javi gutierrez x reader (2.7k)
Javi misses your date and has some making up to do.
A/N: This started because I was listening to MAMMAMIA by Maneskin on repeat and I couldn’t stop thinking about Javi G on his knees in front of his lady. These two love the pants off of each other (literally).
This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Javi Gutierrez of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.
Content Includes (but is not limited to):
fiance!Javi
some D/s dynamics (not hardcore)
dom!reader
sub!Javi
use of religious language to describe sex (there’s a theme, idk)
oral sex (male + female receiving)
anal fingering (male receiving), just a little as a treat
a very sexy dress (link in case you’re having trouble visualizing)
Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.
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10:42 pm
You’re seething as the numbers tick higher on the small clock beside the huge king-sized bed. One thing that never changed in all the hotels you visited with Javi, they all had the same shitty, annoying alarm clock sitting by the bed.
Shooting for this most recent project had so many locations–between photography, location shoots, studio shoots–and Javi insisted on being there for all of them. You’ve spent the last eight months crisscrossing the globe after your fiance and his passion project, watching him work to the bone for some sort of perceived perfection while the rest of the world turned on without him.
Tonight was supposed to be different.
Javi made reservations at the hotel restaurant for seven o’clock and promised he would be there. In all your time knowing him, he’d never broken a date with you, or anyone for that matter. But when eight o’clock rolled around, you settled back in your chair, called the waitress over, and ordered.
The mushroom risotto was delicious and the chardonnay tasted as expensive as it billed. You had the rest of the bottle sent up to your room for good measure. And now you’re waiting. Because good food and wine have sated your hunger, but not your fire.
It’s not until 11:03 that you hear the electronic click of the lock and your fiance finally enters the room. He strides in with his back to you,
“Late night?” you clear your throat and retrieve your half-finished glass from the low table by your seat.
Javi turns on a dime and his mouth falls open. Even from your seat across the room, you can practically see his pupils dilate as he takes in your form, clad in the sexiest dress you’d ever braved. It featured a false wrap-style v-neck, and for the kicker–double thigh slits. If you moved a certain way, it was clear you weren’t wearing underwear beneath.
You’d shown up at dinner dressed to the nines, dripping in the jewelry Javi had bought you over the years. And you’d left the same way. In the suite, you’d dressed down, putting your heels away in the small closet and taking everything off except for the earrings you always left in and the pendant he’d gifted you for your first anniversary–a single blue-green sapphire set in white gold that hung just perfectly at the crest of your cleavage.
“It’s the same color as the sea back home. Reminds me of you, because well, you’re my home too,” he’d explained as you had looked over it speechlessly.
“Have you eaten? My dinner was delicious,” you stand and turn your body to face the window, but your eyes stay on him.
You see it in his eyes. The exact moment he remembers the date he planned and everything he promised you, swept up in time and replaced with this crackling tension between you.
“Mi amor,” his face pales instantly as he crosses the room to you, but you hardly give him a glance. Instead, you lazily sip at the wine in your glass and circle the room to maintain your distance. “Please forgive me. I got caught up at work. I’m so sorry.”
“I waited for you, Javi,” you finish the wine and set the glass on top of a dresser, striding languidly towards the bed. “Alone in that damn restaurant.”
“Fuck, my love, it was never my intention to leave you there tonight. The shooting ran late and then the director wanted to go over some things, and then one of the actor’s agents called about a contract dispute…It’s a poor excuse, I know. I just now got away, and…Please forgive me, mi amorcita.”
“I won’t be a bystander in your life, Javi,” you settle yourself on the end of the bed and part your legs so the fabric parts around them. “It hurt me, sitting there alone. I miss my fiance.”
Javi drops to his knees in front of you, his gorgeous face twisted in anguish. “Please, tell me how to make it up to you.”
Showing the slightest mercy, you reach for him and relish the way he leans into your touch. With the softest grip on his golden chocolate curls, you guide his cheek to rest on the inside of your bare thigh. “Beg.”
So close to what he wants, he’ll never take it without your permission, even as he eyes the wetness peeking out from under the slit in your skirt.
“I want to taste you, please. I want to drown in you and feel you cum on my tongue. Let me give you as many orgasms as you can take.”
“I don’t know if you deserve it,” you muse, pretending to be distracted by something on the bedspread. The truth is, you know you’ll cave as soon as you look him in those gorgeous brown eyes.
“Please, princesa, I know I fucked up,” his accent weighs heavy with his distress. Javi’s hand traces up and down the outside of your thigh, “Let me make it up to you.”
You look down at your fiance, and your heart breaks a little. He didn’t mean to forget dinner, and you know he feels awful. Besides, he’s been terribly stressed with his new project and it’s not like you two have spent much time together lately, not like you used to.
“Okay, Javi, I forgive you. Now make me cum,” you purr.
A giggle escapes when he hooks his arms around your knees, forcing you to land back on the bed with a light bounce.
“I am so fucking sorry, mi querida,” he growls, sucking and kissing up the skin of your inner thighs. “I swear on my life, on my father’s grave, it will never happen again.”
You want to remind him that maybe now isn’t the best time to bring up his dead father, but then he swipes his thumb against your clit and all that comes out is a high-pitched moan
“Fuck, Jav,” you reach down to bury your hands in his curls and feel him nip at your skin in response.
“Never leaving this bed again,” he licks the flat of his tongue up your slit and you buck your hips up, chasing the sensation. “Can’t leave you, can’t leave this.”
Javi is a man used to the finer things in life. It’s what happens when you grow up on a huge estate, surrounded by servants, never wanting for anything. But one thing has always sated him, left him content and pliant at the end of your fingertips, and he’ll drink at it for hours if you let him.
You’re still clothed, however the dress you’d specially chosen for the occasion is just garnish. He’d been meant to savor it all through dinner, feast his eyes before taking an indulgence of the flesh, but you were never one to deny your lover. Especially when his absolution feels so divine.
From the first time he took you to bed, Javi made it a point to learn you. He was certainly a skilled lover, but over time he’s grown incredibly attuned to every little sound, every little twitch and jerk as he works you over. And he’s certainly eager.
A steady-building pleasure grows in your belly as he licks from your entrance up to your clit, over and over. Each time you can feel the proud jut of his nose bumping against that little bundle of nerves as he dips lower.
Your first orgasm comes quickly, and your fingers grip hard at Javi’s hair. But he doesn’t stop. If anything it spurs him on further. The taste of your first release drives him on and you can’t help but cry out when he sucks on your clit.
-
You’re not sure how long it is, or how many times you’ve cum, but eventually you’re overstimulated to the point of pain. You push Javi’s head away from your core, making him whine.
“S’too much,” you pant, “Gotta give me a break.”
At the blown-out look in your eyes, he’s worried. “Did I do too much? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, Javi, you never hurt me. M’just sensitive is all.”
You reach for him and he obliges, laying down beside you on the bed. Now that he’s finally close, you pull him in for a deep kiss, whining when you taste yourself on his tongue. When you need air again, he just kisses and nips down your jaw, still putting his mouth to really good use.
“I’m so sorry, mi amorcita,” he murmurs into the tender skin he soothes with a kiss. “My mind has just been so-so…scrambled lately.”
“I know, Jav. I’ve been a little worried about you.”
At your confession, his face falls. You know he never wants you to worry about anything.
“You work too hard, Javi,” you continue, running your hand down his exposed chest. “Too much espresso, not enough sleep.”
Your love sighs deeply under your touch, a weight lifting at your words. “I will do better.”
“Let me relieve some of that stress?” your lip curls in a smirk as your hand slips lower and lower until you’re fiddling with the buckle of his belt. Just below, his zipper is struggling to contain an impressive erection, the thought of which already has you salivating.
Javi flushes, voice raspy all of a sudden. “I still have some making up to do, no?”
You shake your head as you slip from the bed beside him into nearly the same spot he was in moments ago. “This night was supposed to be about you, cariño. I’d like to get it back on schedule.”
He doesn’t breathe as you settle into position, a serpent preparing to strike. Your hands run up and down his clothed thighs, just to feel him tremble beneath you.
“Easy, baby,” you soothe. “Gonna let me get you all nice and relaxed?”
Looking up at him, you wonder how you got so lucky. His curls are disheveled, sticking every which way from your grip on them as he brought you to ecstasy after ecstasy. Sweat glistens across his golden skin, flushed from the summer heat and more. You want nothing more than to bite his bottom lip, the one that sticks out as he pants for breath, nodding eagerly as you finally cup his bulge with your hand.
“Words,” you click your tongue at him.
“Yes, please.”
With his consent, you take your time with his belt, removing it completely from the loops and setting it to the side. Then you’re undoing his pants, careful not to pinch or pull on the skin that pushes up against his waistband. As the button pops open, you lean forward and give the imprint it left behind a kiss, and Javi shudders above you. You’re just as methodical with the zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth until it reaches its end.
When you look back at your fiance, his face is caught in a mixture of concentration and ecstasy, eyes pinched shut as his chest heaves with the struggle of staying still.
“Javi.”
Deep brown eyes find yours in a heartbeat, searching for answers, instructions, pleasure. Whatever you’re willing to give.
“I love you.”
Immediately he relaxes, the curve of his spine returning to normal as some of the energy pent up from his day releases, leaving only room for you and the pleasure that’s to come.
“I love you too, mi princesa.”
“Tell me you want me to suck your cock.”
A groan rattles somewhere in his chest and his knuckles go white as he grips the sheets. Javi is vocal about giving you pleasure, but tends to go mute when asked about his own. But you’re not doing anything else until he asks for it. You want him to get used to asking for what he needs. You won’t let him burn himself out like this anymore.
“I want-I want you…mierda. I want you to suck my cock. Please,” he rasps, little more than a whisper.
You grin up at him as your hand slips under the band of his boxer briefs to find the weeping head of his cock. “You’re so good for me Javi,” you praise as you run your thumb through the dribble of precum that’s gathered there. “Telling me what you want. I love that, thank you.”
He’s more than ready when you finally take him out, but you still take your time. The first sloppy kiss to his head and Javi is digging his fingers into the bed below, brow knit in concentration. You work your way down to his neatly trimmed base before coming back up the other side.
Javi’s fingers thread through your hair, not insistent, just an anchor to the present. He tugs lightly when you first swallow him down, curses dripping from his kiss-swollen lips. After all your time together, you know exactly what it takes to get him right to the edge. Your tongue works the underside of him as you lazily bob up and down.
Your eyes cut to his to find them glued on yours as you work him. “Fuck, Jesus, querida, stop or I’m going to-”
You pull off of him, but your hand still works up and down his shaft. “You’re going to cum for me Javi, just like this. Let this be your final penance.”
With that you go back to your task, taking him down your throat until your eyes water. Two of your fingers gather some of the spit and precum that’s dribbled down to his base and you use it to gently work against the tight ring of muscle just a few inches below.
Javi looks divine like this. The tendons in his neck bulge as he throws his head back in pleasure. He’s screwed his eyes shut and you wish you could be in two places at once so you could lick the bead of sweat away forming at his temple.
“Wanted to- wanted to, fuck- I wanted to fuck you like you deserve,” he pants through gritted teeth. “But this is…” He doesn’t finish, because that’s when your fingers press in to breach his ass, and a low groan rattles through his chest.
The taste of him hits as you curl your fingers against his prostate. His fingers scratch against your scalp as you swallow against him again and again until he’s a shaking, muttering mess above you.
You release his softening cock with a soft pop sound and grin up at your utterly wrecked, not-a-stressed-bone-left-in-his-body fiance. As he tries to catch his breath, you rise from your position on the floor and hope Javi can’t hear your knees pop as you slide onto the bed next to him.
Javi pulls you in for a kiss and tugs you up the bed so you can lay beside of him. He doesn’t pull away until you’re firmly tangled in his embrace.
“I love you, and I’m so sorry about dinner.”
You smooth a hand over his disheveled curls. “Javi, you’re forgiven. Just don’t forget that you have a life outside of work. I will do everything in my power to support you in whatever you choose to do, but I won’t watch you neglect yourself. I love you too much.”
“I hear you. And I will…I will try to do better.”
“That’s all I ask. Maybe one day this week you can let the cast and crew have a break and we can have a do-over for dinner?” you ask hopefully.
“Yes, I think maybe Tuesday, or Wednesday. We’re supposed to shoot with-”
“Details later, Jav,” you silence him with a peck to the lips. “You never answered my question earlier. Did you get a chance to eat?”
He winces a bit and gives you a look, “I had some crackers and hummus from food services.”
“Let’s call down for room service and then you should get some rest. I plan on letting you do some more making up before you head off to set tomorrow.”
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Merry Christmas @beetlepassing, I got you for secret santa! I decided to write a lawrusso oneshot for you. Hope you enjoy it and have a lovely Christmas:))
Hey Daniel.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a quick peck on the lips.
“Hey Johnny.” He replied smiling.
“Did you already make the risotto?”
“Hm? Risotto?”
“You know, for Jimmy's Christmas Dinner.”
“That's tomorrow.”
“That's tonight."
Daniel rushed over to the calendar in the kitchen. He saw: ‘CHRISTMAS DINNER’ marked on 24th December in red marker and all in caps.
“Oh shit!” Daniel exclaimed.
“It's fine. We have 40 minutes.”
“Okay so it takes 30 minutes to make the risotto and then we have an extra 10 minutes to get ready.”
Daniel was pacing around the room. He was stressed and sweating, fiddling with fingers and taking deep breaths.
Johnny put his hands on Daniel's shoulder and made him stand still. “Daniel. It's okay. I'll help you make it, okay?”
“Wait really?”
“Yes, of course. Tell me what to do.”
“Okay, I need the Arborio rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegtable oil, parmesan cheese and fresh parsley.”
Johnny started rummaging around the kitchen getting everything out. He got the rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegetable oil, cheese and parsley.
“Oh, thank you.” Daniel sighed. “I just need to measure everything out now.” He rummaged around the cabinets. “Where are those darn measuring cups. I kept forgetting where they go."
“You mean these measuring cups?” Johnny asked.
Daniel turned and saw Johnny, hands full of measuring cups of different quantities. He placed them all down on the counter. “What next?”
Daniel smiled. “What would I ever do without you.” He kissed Johnny on the cheek. “Okay I need 1 quarter of chicken broth, a tablespoon vegetable oil, 1 tablespoon of butter, half a cup of onion- oh, shit, I need to dice the onions.”
“Okay, I can dice the onions and you can measure the broth, oil and butter, okay?”
Daniel nodded and started to measure it out. Johnny got a chopping board out and started to dice the onions.
“How much diced onions do you need?” Johnny asked.
“Half a cup.”
Johnny measured out half a cup of onions afte he finished dicing them. “Anything else?”
Daniel was measuring the butter. “Can you measure the rice. One and a half a cup.”
“On it.” Johnny opened the rice packet and got a half a cup. He tried his best not to spill the rice everywhere. “Okay, got it.”
Daniel put down the half cup of white wine he prepared. “Okay we got all the ingredients ready. Now time to actually cook. Uhmmm. Could you get me 2 pans, please?”
Johnny got 2 pans out of the bottom cabinet. “Done.”
Daniel took the pans and put them on the stove. He turned them on and then started to pour the chicken broth into one pan and left it to simmer. In the other pan, he put the vegetable oil, butter and onions in. He handed Johnny a wooden spoon.
“I taught you how to sauté. Do you think you can do it?” Daniel asked.
“Uhmm. Sure.” Johnny agreed. He took Daniel's spot in front of the pot and started to sauté the mixture. “How long do I do it for?”
“2-3 minutes.”
3 minutes later, Johnny finished gave thr wooden spoon to Daniel. Daniel put the rice in and started to sauté.
“Our mums are coming to the dinner too, right?” Daniel asked.
“Yup.”
“Do you know what they're making?”
“I think my mum's helping yours make tiramisu.”
“Oh! My mums tiramisu is the best! You're gonna love it.”
Daniel finished sautéing the rice and the wine. He would put in one cup of the vegetable broth in the rice and then stir it for about 1-2 minutes before adding another cup of the broth and stirring again.
“Hey, why don't I do that for you? You can start to get ready. Maybe even pick put a good outfit for me.” Johnny asked.
“Thank you, Johnny. Make sure you add a cup of chicken broth, stir it for 1 to 2 minutes and repeat the process until there's no more chicken broth.” Daniel kissed Johnny's lips before rushing up the stairs to their room.
Johnny added the chicken broth to the rice, stirred it for a minute or 2 and then repeated the process, just like Daniel had told him to do.
A few minutes later, he finished adding the rest of the chicken broth. He turned the stove off and ran upstairs to Daniel.
Daniel came back down in a magenta button up and black pants.
“You look great.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a kiss.
“Thank you. Go get ready, I'll finish this off real quick.”
Daniel took over as Johnny went upstairs to get ready too. He took the pot off the stove and put it on a board on the counter. The added the parmesan cheese, salt and pepper, butter and stared it well. Then, he cut up parsley and put that on top. He placed the risotto in a white porcelain dish with a lid. Just in time for Johnny to come down all dressed up. He was wearing a dark green button up and beige pants.
“That looks great on you.” Daniel told him with a soft smile.
“Thank you. Everything ready?” He asked.
“Yes.” Daniel picked up the porcelain dish “Let's get going.”
They put on their shoes on and got in Johnny's car.
“I'm a little worried.” Dani blurted. “What if its not good? What if no one likes it?”
“Daniel, everyone's gonna love it.”
“How'd you know that?”
“Well Daniel. Firstly, you're a LaRusso. LaRusso's cam never go wrong with their cooking. And secondly, because your cooking is great no matter what.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.”
A few minutes later, they reached Jimmy's house where everyone else was already there.
“Are we late?” Daniel asked.
“Can't be.” Johnny replied.
They both went in to the dining room where everyone was putting their food down on the table and getting ready to sit down.
“Are we late?” Daniel asked Jimmy.
“Holy hell what took you gu-” Dutch started to say.
Quickly, Jimmy hit Dutch lightly before he could finish his sentence. “You guys are on time. Sit down.”
Daniel set the risotto down on the table before sitting down with Johnny. Johnny felt hands wrap around his neck and a wet kiss on his cheek. He could smell a familiar perfume.
“Hey Johnny!” Laura greeted placing another kiss on Johnny's cheek. “How are you?”
“Doing great mum. Where's Lucille?”
Lucille was engulfing Daniel in a warm hug. “Looks like you made risotto, huh? Well you're gonna love the tiramisu. Laura helped me made it.”
“Can't wait ma.” Daniel replied.
Soon enough, everyone settled down and ate. Jimmy made kebabs, Tommy made salads, Dutch made steak, Lucille and Laura made tiramisu.
They all ate and drank the wine Laura bought happily whilst talking amongst themselves cheerfully, like a happy family. Smiles and laughs came from everyone during the dinner. Everyone was happy.
“Daniel, this risotto is great!” Tommy said.
“Yeah it's amazing.” Jimmy agreed.
Soon, a flood of compliments cake form everyone, telling Daniel how great the risotto was.
“Thank you guys. The food everyone made is amazing too.” Daniel replied.
Johnny held Daniel's hand under table and smiled at him warmly. It was a sweet smile but his eyes playfully said told you they'd like it.
After dinner finished, everyone helped with washing up and tidying even though Jimmy insisted he could get the butlers to do it.
Johnny and Daniel got home and took a shower before throwing themselves into bed and cuddling up with each other.
“I told you everyone would like it.” Johnny said smiling at Daniel cheerfully.
“Thank you, Johnny.”
Daniel kissed Johnny on the lips. It was short but sweet and compassionate at the same time. They both pulled away and smiled at each other before falling fast asleep in each others arms.
I hope you liked it :)) merry Christmas and have a happy new year !!!
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Valentine's Masterlist 💓 Multifandoms
Updated: 2/21/23
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Golden Wind Part 5
“To Mend Your Heart, Valentine” (Bully Haruno Shiobana x Female Reader)
Buccigang x Reader Valentine’s Headcanons Getting Them To Bake w/ You In Nothing But An Apron 🔞NSFW
Bucci gang Baking Their S/o A Valentines Surprise
Get A Valentine’s Date: Team Bucciarati Edition! Quotev Quiz Results 💝 (Bucci gang x Reader)
Get A Valentines Date: Team Bucciarati Edition! (Quotev Quiz for your Ideal Valentines date and get a date with one of the members)
Bucci gang Receiving Cold Stone Icecream Cake From You For Valentine’s (+Trish Una) 🍰❤️
La Squadra Baking Their S/o A Valentines Surprise Headcanons (nsfw themes)
Romance 🌹
“Kissing Booth”💋 (Narancia Ghirga x Reader) NSFW 🔞
“Unexpected Late Dinner” (Fugo Pannacotta x Fiancé Female Reader) NSFW 🔞
Risotto Nero w/ an Affectionate Significant Other Headcanons
Narancia x Self-Sacrificing Reader Headcanons
Fugo Pannacotta x Reader Various Date Headcanons
La Squadra Eating Dessert w/ Their S/o Date Headcanons
Kingdom Hearts
Valentine's Quotev Quizzes
Go On A Valentine’s Date And Get A Kingdom Hearts Character (Results Include Sora, Kairi, Riku, Ventus, Aqua, and Terra)
Get A Kingdom Hearts Valentine’s Date (Results Include Kairi, Riku, Sora, Aqua, Roxas, Xion, Axel, and Zexion)
Go On A Lunch Date With Sora And See What He Thinks (Sora x Reader)
Yu-gi-oh!
"Valentines Surprise" Atem x Chubby Reader
Romance 🌹
How He Reacts To You Sleeping On His Shoulder Headcanons (Yami x Reader)
"Love You Inside And Out" (Over Weight Yugi Muto x Female Reader) NSFW 🔞
If you'd love more Valentines yugioh content I have a whole book on quotev dedicated to fics titled, Valentine's Yugioh x Reader Oneshots
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I thought of another idea/headcanon lol
Diavolo crawls through a play tunnel and out comes baby Doppio crawling to whoever is his cg! Maybe Risotto lol
Doppio is nonverbal when regressed, so he communicates via body language, gestures like pointing or waving, a dry erase board to write what he wants to say, or AAC lol
Doppio always carries his Keroppi plushie everywhere he goes
hereeeeee u goo! I really like dis idea, and Doppio, so it was really nice to write! I hope it turned out alright!
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oneshot idea: merman Risotto being held captive in an aquarium and meeting someone who wants to set him free back to the ocean
Okay, love this idea. As you may already know I don't have requests open, but I'm seriously thinking about writing something for this, it's so cute!
Let me leave you an idea of what kind of mer I see Risotto being. It's hard to not chose another shark species, but I think the banded sea krait will do just fine for him!
#answering earlier because i can't stand asks just floating around in my inbox :))#asks#risotto nero#mermaid au
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as much as i love you drabbles and concept, tour oneshots i think are yoùr best work yet. i reae through your ao3 ones (even the ones on your alt acc) because i wanted more and even though i dont know the fandoms you wrote for, i thoroughly enjoyed it. i find that your mistamista works are more devloped than your older things and the progress is awesome! it's a shame you don't have a lot available.
i think so too. i can explore more ideas in drabbles but i genuinely love writing longer things and developing my style. the thing with my mistamista works is that they're all purely passion projects. none of that was requested (just like my childe writing) so i took much longer to write those but i ended up liking it so much more. also because i adore rohan and risotto so so much :( i am working on something for that account but it's not my priority since it's something of my own interest ^^
unfortunately due to my schedule i've come to the point where i need to choose between slower updated and long writing or regular updates w drabbles and asks. i prefer the latter because there's no disappointment involved. i'm very harsh? about my writing in oneshots so it takes forever and is mostly scrapped.
#when i get so many asks and interactions i think there's a pressure to post more even if nobody says that?#like on mistamista i dont get nearly as much interaction but i enjoy writing there and i dont feel any pressure or stress#i wish i could take that approach w bsd but au writing is more fun than canon-compliant plots for bsd hehd#with that being said to answer your other ask#when it concerns commissions they will be prioritized so the problem with slow writing for oneshots wont come in ^-^#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟
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I'm lowkey curious, who's your favorite person to write for in HN or even in just one shots? Most authors tend to have a favorite and hearing them talk about them is always so funny. Also 100% a HN reader stan,, we love bitches in strange scenarios trying their best‼️‼️
*cracks knuckles* Without a doubt, Prosciutto. Risotto is a close second, but Prosciutto has always been my all time fav and I feel like I have a different take on him than other authors do. I do romanticize him a bit because I’m a little bitch and don’t like it when people are mean to me though lmao
More under the cut because I have a lot to say
In HN, he and Ghiaccio are my favorite to write because their characters contrast a lot. Ghiaccio feels very passionate about things in general, but when it comes to things like romance or having a crush, he doesn’t know how to act and HATES that he can’t control himself (which is what contributes toward his yandere behavior). Prosciutto on the other hand is very cognizant of what he is doing and how it affects the reader, but he just doesn’t care. When I read other people’s work, I feel like the caring aspect of him is often missed (which is understandable because he’s quite literally in the mafia) in favor of the misogynistic machismo he displays to Pesci. In HN, I try to show that he does ‘care’ a little bit, but in his own tough love way.
For oneshots, it’s Prosciutto as well *loud booing* he’s my babygirl!!!!!!!!!! I hc him as coming from a farming family outside of Firenze, but he grew up with his grandparents because his parents weren’t the best. He’s absolutely a Nonna’s boy. I also hc that he started modeling in his teens and subsequently started getting caught up in the lifestyle and got hooked on cocaine, putting him in debt with Passione. He’s so babygirl I love him so much. We are actually married irl *more booing*
I like to write for pretty much everyone except Illuso. It’s not because I don’t like him or anything, I just have a hard time pinning his personality down and I feel like I don’t do him justice when I write him.
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Headcannons or a short imagine for Risotto, Giorno, Bruno, and Abbacchio(if that is too many people you can pick two out) with an s/o who has Autism and gets really hyper around people they trust, and just kind of like run around, bounce up and down, and simply laughing at the smallest things. But the truth is they just feel comfortable enough to not mask their energy.
I go through episodes like this with my friends and brother and they judge me or just don't really get it, so it'd be great to see how my comfort characters would handle it! Love ya!
UNMASKED - RISOTTO NERO, GIORNO GIOVANNA, BRUNO BUCCIARATI, AND LEONE ABBACCHIO X READER
Warnings : I hc Giorno as autistic in this, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff and comfort!
Word count : 0.9K words
Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! As an autistic person myself, as well as having ADHD, this was extremely self-indulgent for me too 🫣 Masking is so draining, and leaves me feeling upset, so having someone to be yourself around is the most comforting experience ever. Sending love back to you, and I hope you enjoy this!💗💗
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Risotto admittedly has a rather low social battery and energy levels normally (outside of missions, that is), so he hasn’t really experienced that feeling himself
However, given the mix of different personalities in La Squadra, he’s learnt how to deal with and interact with each of them accordingly
When it comes to his s/o, he couldn’t really help that small, soft smile that crosses his face without him even noticing it
Some peculiar warmth swells in his chest every time he sees them grinning at him, almost bouncing up and down in their seat with the boundless energy they had
Whenever they chattered on about something that interested them, stars shining in their eyes, or enthusiastically talked about their day, he’d quietly listen attentively, with small interjections here and there to show that he was paying attention
He could swear that his heart swelled to twice its size whenever he heard their laugh, so carefree and delighted in his presence
Risotto wasn’t delusional; he knew that being autistic wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, and that they’d struggled with some things that other neurotypical people found easy
But—at the very least—he was glad to be able to offer his lover some semblance of a safe space where they could unwind and slip off that mask they donned around others
If he should sit there for hours on end, simply staring at them with that fond half-smile on his face as they did their own thing, he would willingly do it in a heartbeat
Autistic x Autistic /hj
No but seriously, I’m pretty sure Giorno’s on the autistic spectrum and you can’t convince me otherwise
So he knows all too well how it feels to mask and to have swooping energy levels, and to see his darling feel so at home with him that it all comes apart has him doing the exact same thing as well
No masking in this household, no sir!
Their enthusiasm was always infectious to him, their smile always pulling one of his own
Every hyperfixation of theirs that they loved to share with him had him listening with pleasure, bright green eyes focused on them and them alone
This also encouraged him to share his special interests with them, something he’d never bothered to express to anyone else, preferring to keep things to himself
And every time without fail they’d laugh in his presence, he’d find himself itching to pull them close and into his chest, a brand new feeling he couldn’t exactly name
It felt wonderful to have someone on the same wavelength as him; even if their energy levels were vastly different, they understood each other better than anyone else, and that was something unique to their relationship only
Are you really going to try and convince me that Bucciarati has no experience interacting with neurodivergent people when Narancia is right there? /hj
With the patience of a saint, Bruno is probably the best person to rant to about anything
He’s a brilliant listener and always seems invested in the conversation, no matter how mundane it might seem to outsiders; it was always the biggest delight to him to have them gesticulate as they told him yet another story with shiny eyes
If he was ever on a long mission, or his Capo duties took him away for long periods of time, he loved nothing more than the way they bounded up to him and flung themself into his arms, pure longing and adoration etched onto their expression
And no matter how exhausted he was, hearing their cheerful laugh would erase all tiredness from his face and he would feel rejuvenated
Rest assured that he would definitely take the chance often to tell them how much he appreciates how comfortable they are around him, understanding that it is a great sign of trust for them to not mask when they were with him
He needs to express how honored feels!
Now, Abbacchio has had his fair share of interacting with all different sorts of people
Granted, he prefers to keep to himself more often than not, but hanging around with the rest of the gang meant that he never really minded their hyperactivity
When it came to his lover, he found it doubly endearing, in all honesty
Though he did get drained pretty quickly, he didn’t mind one bit the way they’d eagerly seek him out and launch into retelling a fascinating event that had happened
In fact, he was a sucker for the times when they came up to him with glinting eyes and a brilliant grin, beginning an hour-long non-stop rant about their newest hyperfixation (he loved that they had a passion that would drive them so)
Leone might’ve seemed dispassionate to others, but he would do anything to provide the best sources for any special interests they might have
Time to splurge that mafia money /hj
The Italian countryside was the best place to go on dates, with them running around the fields, laughing out loud and jumping into his lap as he sat down on the grass with the most tender smile and lovesick expression on his face
Though he couldn’t picture himself doing any of this, he couldn’t imagine a world without them roping him in
He’d do whatever it takes to ensure that they’d always consider him their home to come back to; the person they can be themself around
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⟡﹒giorno libero ' ꒱
⌦ genre: smut (slight crack if you squint).
⌦ type: oneshot.
⌦ status: finished.
⌦ couples: risotto﹢ la squadra (minus pesci).
⌦ warnings: group sex, dom and multiple subs, anal sex, oral sex, fisting, worshipping, polyamory, belly bulge, exhibitionism, rough sex, cock riding, snowballing, etc (more tags in ao3).
☆ plot:
Days off became a frequent reality once Passione got under new management. Once alone in the hideout, La Squadra decides to have fun and bond with each other.
Or Pesci leaves for a date with his girlfriend, so La Squadra feasts on Risotto.
★ where to read: here.
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Requests Open!
For Haikyuu, JJK, JOJO, MP100
Rules!!
I accept headcanons/drabbles/oneshots requests.
If the gender isn't mentioned I will just assume gender neutral.
There's also a limit for amount of characters I can write for one setting.
- 5 characters max for hcs
- 2 characters max for drabbles and oneshots
Things I won't write:
- emotional and physical abuse between characters and reader
- romantic scenarios for characters below 15 years of age
- and another thing that is a bit too niche and I doubt anyone will ask for it and I'm also too disgusted to say it... okay maybe I should hint it just in case... it has to do with excreting waste.
Now, be prepared for a very specific list of character for which I am willing to write about. Please read it 😭.
Haikyuu:
Everyone in Karasuno (including Takeda and Ukai Keishin) except for Tanaka and Kiyoko.
Nekoma: Kenma, Kuroo, Lev, Inuoka
Shiratori: Ushijima, Tendou
Inarizaki: Kita, Miya twins
Maybe also Akaashi and Bokuto? But I ship them too hard to be really writing any xreader about them.
JJK:
Non-studens: Gojo, Shoko, Nanami, Utahime, Toji
Students: Yuuji, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Miwa
I will not write anything about curses (Okay maybe I'll accept Hanami).
Also just be warned that I stopped around ch.175, anything later I would have no fucking idea of what happened, except for the recent stuff Akutami drew and I refuse to acknowledge the recent plot regarding to Gojo
JOJO:
Part 1: Jonathan
2: Joseph, Caesar
3: Polnareff, Kakyoin, Jotaro(but only sometimes, really depends)
4: Josuke, Kira, Mikitaka, Yukako
5: Main crew, Diavolo, Doppio, Risotto Nero, Prosciutto,
6: Jolyne, Ermes, Weather Report
7: Johnny, Gyro, Hot Pants
Annnd ----
Reigen Arataka
(yeah sorry Reigen you're alone here in the MP100 section)
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10.) Favorite line or lines of dialogue that you’ve written?
oh god this is HARD... I think dialogue is the thing i like writing MOST, and character voice is my favorite part, so it's hard to choose a favorite, but hm....
I like this exchange and the callback to it in Hell Is the Talking Type:
“Still…. It’s a damn shame. That suit actually looked good on you.”
“You think?” Risotto straightened up. Was he… flushed?
“Better than the clown shit.”
“It’s not- I’m dressed as an executioner. ”
“In a bondage harness and a fucking jester hat!
and
“Big talk from 200cm of goth clown-”
“ Executioner.” But Risotto said it softly, so the bartender wouldn’t overhear.
ALSO, this incredibly Utena and Hannibal inspired exchange from April 6th:
“I don’t know. Maybe that you’ll try to kill me. You could have poisoned this.”
“I’m eating it too,” Diavolo points out.
Giorno lifts an eyebrow challengingly. “As though it being poisoned would discourage you in the slightest?”
…. He has a point there. Diavolo smirks and lifts his fork in a toast, an acknowledgement of that truth. Still, the both of them take another bite.
along with this bit from the same conversation: (also Incredibly Hannibal):
“It’s a terrible thing, being seen. Isn’t it?”
Giorno swallows another bite, blackened crust and all, and washes it down with a grimace and a sip of wine. “It is,” he laughs. “Absolutely horrible. I feel sliced open and rummaged through.”
“And yet.” Diavolo shrugs. “You see me, whether or not I like it.”
I really like writing that kind of coy back and forth exchange (yes, Hannibal sure did change me forever)
18.) If you could go back and revise one of your older stories, which would it be?
Oh gosh, I dunno. I kinda don't look back at any of the Older Older works on purpose (for my own sanity); I think if anything I'd probably approach some of my old works Completely differently now as a person?
Like, I have this one OLD MelloxMatt deathnote smut oneshot that is (embarassingly) noted as "happy, healthy kink" in the summary, and now I'm like. "Past Byron was weak. Let me at it again, I will make up dynamics SO complex and fucked up". I may still be kind of the schmoopiest, fluffiest bitch on the planet, but I do love some primo weird complicated not entirely healthy but they also would be even worse with anyone else" dynamics and I wish I'd learned that as a baby smut writer LMAOOO
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Ooooh. This one got me thinking....
Hmmm... I have a lawrusso oneshot that I started writing and never finished. (Thinking about finishing it and posting it). I did a lot of research about martinis and how to make them for that fic.
Another one was for the Cobra kai secret santa event when I watched a video on how to make risotto in 30 minutes 😅
Those are the only ones I can think of...
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