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stylesharrys · 2 months

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all that you are | prologue [mafiarry]

authors note: okay, here you are, the start of mob!harry all the way from patreon. this has been so special to me as it’s been brought back from the past (we’re talking 5 years ago) and turned into what it is now! in this series, gem is younger than harry. i really hope you love this series as much as i loved writing it

word count: 1,156

summary: an arranged marriage is set, and y/n has no say in the matter.

Giovanni Saccaro sips on his scotch in his parlour. His grey, wispy hair is combed back, his balding head glinting under the orange hues of the wall lights. His son sits beside him, twenty and full of life and excitement.

Bruno’s always teased Giovanni for the lack of hair on his head, promised that when he becomes Capo of the Californian Famiglia, he wouldn’t lose his looks and hair as his Father had.

Opposite them, across the dark oak desk, Stefano Dellucci leans back in his chair. He’s a few years younger than Saccaro and his hair isn’t balding just yet. Flown in from New York, he’s got a proposition to secure power and strength in his Famiglia.

There’s a glimmer of excitement in Dellucci’s eyes as he clasps his hands over his middle and relaxes further into his chair.

He shouldn’t be this relaxed in such a situation. He should be on his toes, ready for anything. His step-son sits beside him, dark brown locks ungodly waves on his head and his face is void of emotion, but there’s a wicked hint of a smirk that tugs on the corners of his pink lips.

Harry Styles-Dellucci, twenty-two-years-old and soon to be Capo of the New York Famiglia. Clad in a black Armani suit, his thick legs are spread wide and a menacing glint flickers in his eyes as Giovanni begins to lean forward and speak.

“It’s unexpected for me to receive a visit from the Dellucci’s. I don’t remember the last time New York and California met without there being a bloodbath,” he sips his scotch, “Tell me why this shouldn’t end the same way.”

Stefano fights back the urge to scoff but Harry doesn’t hide the way he rolls his eyes. Jeff stands by the door, warm brown eyes, that are anything but, drilling holes into Giovanni’s head and his hand rests on his gun holster beneath his suit vest.

Giovanni’s guard, Gomez, does the same from beside him. He reaches a hand to his side, a silent order to remain calm, to not cause a scene, and Gomez removes his hand from under the lapel of his suit blazer.

“There’s no need for hostility, Giovanni. We come in peace, to form an alliance of sorts,” Dellucci grins.

Giovanni sits back and squints, but waves his hand to continue. Harry has to bite back a scoff. The man acts as though he’s doing Stefano a favour by hearing him out, but in reality, Harry is about to be the one to save both their asses.

“And what did you have in mind?” Giovanni asks, somewhat interested.

Stefano’s lips twitch. “I understand you have a young daughter, almost of age to marry, but I hear you’re also yet to find her a husband.” Harry hates how disgusting Stefano sounds about the matter.

He isn’t entirely innocent, though. When he found out he’d have a trial of taking over as Capo, he jumped at the chance to rule and finally be away from his stepfather. But becoming Capo also means holding larger responsibilities, and to keep up appearances, he needs a wife.

A young, unscathed wife.

“And what makes you think I’d want to marry her off to some traitor by blood,” Giovanni seethes, his poisonous words doing nothing to phase Harry, even if it is direct disrespect toward his dead father.

Stefano raises a hand.

“Now, Saccaro, we all know what my son's relation to the English ensures us. People have come to terms with his blood heritage and it only secures our alliances with London, who are also allied with the Portuguese and Russians. Be wise with what you say next.”

It’s been no secret about Harry’s background and family. That his biological father was of English heritage and a mobster in an arranged marriage with an Italian woman to form allies between London and Italy.

Many view Harry as the poster child for a traitor, though others view him as one of the most powerful and dangerous Made Men out there. Harry has connections to the Portuguese, the English, Russians and Italian, all of which are just from being born.

No other Famiglia has connections quite like him, and the Saccaro’s should consider themselves honoured to be given this type of consideration.

Giovanni hums, a finger on his lips as though he’s deep in thought. Bruno squints his eyes as though anything he says will have an impact on Giovanni’s decision. Harry glances at his father, who looks like he might just burst if Saccaro turns him down.

He sinks back into his seat and smirks to himself. He knows the type of man Giovanni is, he’s heard the rumours. Late nights at the whoreclubs while his wife sleeps, blissfully aware but thankful he isn’t touching her instead.

Giovanni is a man that craves power and respect. And if he thinks this deal will give him that, there’s no reason for him to turn it down.

“She’s not even 18. I won’t whore her off until she’s of proper age,” Giovanni speaks and if Harry didn’t know better, he’d probably think he actually cared for his daughter, and not that the longer he waits, the more she’d be worth.

But he does know better. So much better.

“But she is of innocence, yes? There will be blood on the sheets,” Stefano asks, as though asking of her virginity is the most appropriate question for a father.

Harry can’t help but smirk at the idea. Having a woman completely bound to him, to respect him and please him only.

Harry has slept with enough women to know how to use his dick, but something about taking a woman’s innocence and making her completely his has his cock twinging in his pants.

Giovanni scoffs, Bruno’s grin thickening. Like father, like son. “Of course. She’s never even spoken with a man outside of this family and her guard, Gomez. I raised a respectful young woman, not a dirty whore,” he raises his head.

You mean your wife raised a respectful young woman, Harry thinks.

Stefano nods his head.

“Very well. We can turn her birthday into the engagement party two months from now, allow them to meet and that gives us time to plan the wedding and discuss further arrangements.”

Giovanni nods. “Three years. When she’s 21, she may be wed.”

Harry sits back in his seat, cocky grin on his lips and he’s eager to get a look at his fiancé. He watches as his father and Giovanni reach across the table, their hands meeting in a firm shake and just like that, it’s sealed.

Y/N Saccaro will be his wife.

okkk so this is just the prologue, a little warmer up for you guys as the next parts of this series are something like 20k words long each! next part is scheduled for next week! please please leave some feedback on this series, it truly means so much to hear what you guys think!

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fantastic-nonsense · 2 months

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I pondered over this a lot, maybe you could provide an answer?

Do you know where Nightwing keeps his gadgets? Because it looks like he grabs them out of nowhere and only has straps for his escrima sticks and nothing more. Maybe that's strategic of him, as villains would go for the belt when they capture bats, so that his tool source couldn't be removed. Damn, I just made a perfect excuse that is actually perfectly reasonable for his character.

Seriously though, where does he keep those wingdings?!! (Still love that dorky name)

Okay so it might not seem like it but this is actually a really funny question because it basically only applies to his post-90s suits. As Robin he had a traditional utility belt, and his first two Nightwing suits also had one:

In the initial fingerstripes design, Dick generally kept most of his stuff in his gauntlets (mostly his wrist gauntlets, but he also had boot ones):

Once DC slimmed his suit down visually in the mid-2000s those gauntlets became more or less invisible unless an artist wanted to emphasize them, but they were still there:

2011-2020....your guess is as good as mine, honestly. New 52!Dick had a belt, but it seemed to be more for visual effect than anything practical, and Rebirth!Dick had nothing that I could see. I think there was a gag once about him keeping a spare mask in the lining of his suit, but I genuinely don't remember where he kept his stuff.

Currently (as of Tom Taylor's run and Bruno Redondo's suit redesign), he has some gadgets built into his escrimas and a little backpack for his wingdings that also doubles as his escrima holsters:

It's objectively the best redesign of Dick's Nightwing suit since the original black and blue fingerstripes redesign in the 90s, because it's fashionable and looks cool as hell without sacrificing any obvious practical storage limitations. Also whoever thought up making Dick's escrima grapple gun feature function like a trapeze bar....galaxy-brained.

#dick grayson #dc meta #dick grayson meta #nightwing #dc comics #asks

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daisynik7 · 7 months

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congrats on hitting 2k! if song repeats are allowed i’d like to request Promiscuous with stripper!nanami inspired by that one fan art smutty ofc tysm ❤️

Promiscuous

Pairing: stripper!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.0k

cw: modern day setting, no curses au, Americanized customs in regard to bachelorette parties, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – PIV sex (reverse cowgirl), cunnilingus, cream pie, slight breeding kink

Summary: You’re the maid-of-honor for your best friend Sara, the bride-to-be. This weekend, you’re celebrating her bachelorette party and what better way to end the night than at the strip club? Little do you expect that the breadsticks from dinner would come in handy much more than you think.

Author’s Notes: Thank you for the request anon for the y2k karaoke party! In case anyone wants to see the fan art being referenced, here’s the link on twitter. I didn’t want to use it as the header in case the artist doesn’t allow it. Anyways, this was such a fun one for me to write and I hope it’s a fun one for you all to read! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! MDNI divider credit to @/cafekistune.

“Bruno! Another Aperol Spritz, please!” Sara slurs happily at the waiter.

He flashes her a thumbs up, disappearing into the other room towards the bar. Five of Sara’s bridesmaids, including you, the maid-of-honor, gather around the table, blitzed on either cocktails or Prosecco. You’re tipsy at best, purposefully holding back to take on the responsibility of making sure everything goes as planned tonight. As long as the bride has the time of her life and returns to the hotel in one piece, you’ll be happy.

Sara is the only one tonight wearing white, while the rest of you stun in little black dresses, sporting hot pink cowboy hats atop your heads and cowboy boots on your feet, celebrating the bride’s “last rodeo.” By the end of your meal, everyone in your party is giddy and ready for the next destination in your itinerary: the strip club, which is a few blocks away. You manage to pack the leftover breadsticks from dinner into your purse, anticipating that it will come in handy, especially when the drunken munchies start to hit. Together, the six of you parade the sidewalk, giggling and stumbling into the venue, beaming at the bouncer with goofy smiles as you display your IDs to him.

You’re sat at a table near the front of the stage, next to the runway. Next to you is Sara, who is swaying in her seat, resting her head on your shoulder, mumbling something about more alcohol. You pet her hair, knowing she needs water more than anything, so you ask one of the other less intoxicated girls to sit beside her, telling the rest of the group that you’ll grab drinks for everyone. With your bag, you go to the bar, taking the empty spot between another bachelorette party taking shots and a bespectacled blonde man in a tan suit, sipping on a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

The bartender, a beautiful brunette with soft brown eyes, nods at you before she helps the other patrons who were there first, so you wait patiently for her to return. The bridesmaid next to you, a feather boa around her neck, bumps into you by accident. She apologizes profusely, the potent smell of tequila wafting from her breath. You laugh, assuring her it’s alright and congratulating the bride. They offer you a shot, refusing, so instead they drape one of their fluffy scarves on your shoulders.

When they leave, the man to your other side chuckles, taking a swig of his liquor, smirking. “I’m surprised you didn’t take the free shot.”

You glance at him, taken aback by his handsome appearance. Slightly flustered, you focus your eyes on his uniquely spotted tie. “I’m taking care of another bride tonight, so I can’t get too wasted.”

He turns to face you completely now, and you can’t help scanning his physique, impressed by his stature, and of course, extremely good looks. “How responsible of you. Let me guess, you’re the maid-of-honor?”

This time, you meet his gaze, grinning with a shrug. “Guilty as charged.”

He reaches towards you, tipping the brim of your cowboy hat, getting a better view of your face. “And what’s the story behind this get-up?”

You laugh nervously, reluctant to explain. “It’s her last rodeo. You know, the last ride for the bride.” Heat rushes into your cheeks, already frazzled by his presence, now embarrassed about the clichés.

Amused, he hums. “Ah, I see. Clever.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Kento Nanami. Nice to meet you.”

You take it, introducing yourself. It’s obvious he’s here alone, and you wonder what someone like him is doing here at a male dance venue dressed like this, as if he came straight from the office. However, you’re not here to make assumptions about strangers, so you don’t question it.

The bartender finally approaches you, apologizing. “Sorry for the wait. It’s been really busy tonight.”

You wave it off, telling her it’s fine, ordering a few cocktails and a water. Before she starts on your order, she looks at Nanami. “Need anything else, Kento?” You’re curious about their relationship, which seems close given the first-name basis.

He twirls his drink, ice clinking in the glass. “If you have any food in there, that would be great.”

She pushes a container of maraschino cherries towards him. “You know we don’t. Here’s some healthy fruit to hold you over for the show.”

He snorts, “Thanks, Shoko.”

She makes the drinks in silence, leaving you alone with him once more. You set your purse on the counter, unzipping it to retrieve the pack of warm breadsticks from the Italian restaurant, sliding it to him. He looks at it, then at you, surprised.

“It’s your lucky day.”

Still in disbelief, he opens it slowly, inhaling the fragrant aroma of garlic and butter. He pulls one out, staring at it like he’s just discovered hidden treasure. “Am I dreaming right now?”

You beam at him. “This is totally real.”

He takes a bite, eyes fluttering. “This is heavenly. Are you sure I’m not dreaming?”

You giggle, watching him savor it. “I told you: it’s your lucky day.”

He takes another one, smiling. “It really is.” Wiping one side of his mouth with a napkin, he adds, “Not that it matters, but I’m curious. Why does a beautiful cowgirl like yourself have my favorite food in her purse?”

You try not to the let the subtle compliment faze you, though you’re not sure how good of a job you’re doing considering how hot your body is, especially your face. “I took it from the restaurant we had dinner at in case any of my friends need it for later.”

Halfway into the second breadstick, he comments, “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”

Another comment that flusters you. Quickly, you pull yourself together. “I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s having a good time and won’t feel sick later.”

He finishes it off, licking the residual butter off his fingers. “Well, I won’t take all of it, then. You never know how the night will go, right?” He passes it to you, chugging the rest of his booze until there’s only ice left.

Shoko returns with your drinks, including a water for Sara. You hand her your card, expecting to pay, but Nanami interjects. “Shoko, put it on my tab.”

You gape at him. “You don’t have to – ”

“I want to. For the breadsticks,” he winks. He stands, grabbing two of your cocktails. “Can I help you bring these to your party?”

Stunned, and completely infatuated now, you nod without speaking, leading him to your table. Your friends ogle him when he serves them, probably smitten like you. You make one more trip for the remaining drinks, giving Sara the water, who reluctantly sips on it. “Thank you. I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you.”

“Just have a good time tonight, then we’ll call it even. I’ll see you later.” He waves goodbye to you and your friends, walking towards the rear of the club, for employees only.

Your curiosity peaks, though you don’t have time to ponder it because dance music begins blaring through the speakers, resulting in cheers from the audience. Sara hollers from her seat, drinking her water with a stack of bills in her hands, ready to toss at the dancers.

The emcee, a muscular older gentleman who calls himself “the Principal”, stands to the side of the stage, wearing an all-black suit and sports sunglasses. “Are you ladies ready for a special show tonight?”

Everyone applauds, excited for the performers to come out. “Let’s bring them out! Our first dancer is mysterious, sexy, and maybe just a little bit scary. A voice that can put any woman in a trance, and an even better body that will make anyone loyal to him, please give a big round of applause for…the Master!” A man with long, black hair draped on his back in a traditional Buddhist robe walks across the stage, smirking at the crowd with an alluring expression on his face. Many of the women scream for him, clearly already a favorite. He winks, resulting in louder shrieks.

“Next, class is in session! He’s got bright blue eyes that can peer into your soul and undress you in seconds. And when he’s not too busy doing that, he’s disciplining his very, very naughty students. Please welcome…the Professor!” This results in an overwhelming standing ovation, a couple of woman already tossing their bills towards him as an impressively tall and fit man with snow-white hair struts next to the Master, beaming towards the audience.

Two more dancers are introduced, leaving one left. “Last, and certainly not least. He’s wise, he’s good with money. Most of all, he hates work. But if it’s with a pretty coworker like you, he’ll work overtime to give you that good lovin’. Please give it up for…the Salary Man!”

To your shock, Nanami walks across, in the same exact outfit you saw him in earlier. When he takes his place at the end of the line, he glances at you, giving you a small wave. Sara whips around, shaking your shoulders. “He just waved at you!”

The entire show, you’re focused on Nanami, who graces the stage with smooth and fluid movements, hips thrusting into the air, booty popping in those tight slacks. At some point, each dancer starts to shed their clothing. He strips out of his jacket, tossing it towards your party where your friends catch it. Eventually, they reach the point of the show where each dancer performs a solo act. They step up and choose a woman in the audience who volunteers to be selected, usually a bride. You turn to Sara, asking her who her choice would be. She points to Nanami, whispering, “Definitely him.” A pang of jealously surrounds your chest, wishing you were posing as a bride tonight. It passes quickly, happy to live vicariously through your best friend.

After the first four strippers perform, Nanami’s turn comes. He steps forward in his half-buttoned dress shirt and unzipped slacks, teasing the black briefs he’s wearing beneath. Many women raise their hands, begging to be picked. Sara hoists both her arms, waving at him. He looks at her, then at you, back to her, holding his palm out to beckon her on stage. Suddenly, Sara shoves you, yelling, “She’s going up for me!”

The rest of the crowd cheers, coaxing you to get on. Nanami has a pleased grin on his face, waiting for you, almost like he expected this. You make your way slowly, stunned that this is really happening. As you stand before him, he pulls the feather boa off you slowly, letting it fall beside him on the floor, tipping your hat to see your face, like he did earlier at the bar. You can barely make out the Principal saying, “It seems our cowgirl has finally found her cowboy! Better take the proper position!”

Nanami’s voice is hot on your ear, low and soothing amidst the chaos surrounding you. “Can you lay down for me? I promise, I won’t touch you.”

You swallow hard, bending to lay flat on the stage, head towards the crowd. Nanami stands above you with you between his legs. You notice the outline of his cock in his pants and before you know it, you’re salivating profusely, pussy throbbing with arousal. The music starts, and soon, the familiar chorus plays: Promiscuous girl, wherever you are I’m all alone and it’s you that I want. Nanami trails down his chest, popping the rest of his buttons on his dress shirt, revealing his chiseled abs for everyone to gawk at.

The intense bass of the song and the shrieks of those watching pound your eardrums, and even with that as a distraction, all you can do is fixate on Nanami grinding his hips into the air, eyes never leaving yours. Soon, he’s kneeling over you, straddling your chest, still not touching. He rocks himself above you, moving with the beat of the music, bills raining you from the other women. Arms caging you in, he leans in, soothing voice in your ear again, whispering, “You can touch me, if you’d like.” He sits up, straddling you, running his fingers through his hair.

Without thinking, you act on instinct, hooking at the elastic of his briefs, tugging to snap it against his waist. The other dancers behind him whoop, encouraging you to keep going; you drift up to fondle his abs. Sara cheers the loudest from her seat, chucking the rest of her money at you and Nanami.

Unfortunately, the song fades out, ending the performance. There’s a standing ovation, more cash being thrown on stage. Nanami doesn’t seem to care as he removes himself from you, helping you on your feet. “Are you alright?”

Too mortified to meet his gaze, you look at the floor at all the bills scattered, nodding sheepishly. You’re not sure how you make it to your seat, Sara hugging you tightly, the other girls hollering for you. Your mind is still completely focused on Nanami, desperate for more.

The show ends and the emcee announces that the dancers will come out to greet the crowd. You have your face buried in your hands, embarrassed about the whole situation, despite your friends being thrilled about. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, you gather everyone, ready to return to the hotel just a four blocks away. On your way towards the exit, someone grabs your wrist gently. You turn, surprised to be face Nanami, in his office attire. He murmurs your name, a blush in his cheeks, hair ruffled from his rousing performance. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Snapping out of it, you reply, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for such a fun night.”

You expect him to let you go, but he doesn’t, holding your hand in his. “I don’t live far from here. Just down the street.” He reaches into his pocket, passing a business card to you. “Call me if you want. I’d really like to see you again, get to know you better.”

You take it, smiling at him. “We have to get to our hotel now. But thank you.”

He nods politely, dropping his grip, watching you leave out the door with the rest of your cowgirls.

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It takes nearly two hours to get everyone settled for the night. Stomped on cowboy hats litter the floor of your hotel room. Whatever is left of the breadsticks gets consumed within minutes while the remaining snacks you’ve purchased throughout the trip are eaten without so much as a crumb left. You make sure everyone is hydrated with their own water bottles and help them unzip their little black dresses so that they can slip into their pajamas. Sara keeps babbling about how much fun she had, how hot all of the strippers were. She ends up leaving her soon-to-be husband a hilariously drunk voicemail reiterating her love for him.

It's a little past three in the morning, the rest of the girls sleeping soundly in the bed, your best friend snoring noisily. Nobody budges when you sneak out of the room in your black dress, rocking the cowboy hat and boots, following the directions to the address Nanami texted you after you messaged him first, asking if he’s still up. You don’t expect him to respond seconds later, convinced he’s asleep by now, so you’re more than excited to know that he’s awake, possibly waiting for you.

He meets you in the lobby of his apartment complex, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white undershirt. Even in his casual wear, you’re drawn to him. He looks you up and down, smirking when he sees you. “Howdy, cowgirl.”

You laugh, following him to the elevator heading up the fifth floor. His hands are stuffed in his pockets during the ride, keeping a safe distance from you. You tap your foot, the boots making a clicking noise on the tiled floor. You turn to him, inching a bit closer. “I hope I didn’t keep you up. It took a while to get everyone to bed.”

He faces you, eyes twinkling with kindness. “You’re a really good friend, taking care of them like that.” He pauses, stepping to the side, closing the distance, arms brushing now. “But who’s taking care of you?”

Deciding to be bold, you reply, “I was hoping you could take care of me tonight. If you’re okay with that.”

The doors split open, finally on the right floor. He reaches for you, lacing his fingers with yours, leading you into the hallway, rushing to his room. Once inside, he traps you against the door, caging you between his arms, looking at you with an intense expression. “You’re sure you want me to take care of you?”

You tug on his collar, pulling him in. “I’m positive.” He leans in kissing you softly on the lips, palm cupping your cheek. He breaks apart briefly to remove your hat, tossing it behind him, going in for more. You slip out of your shoes, following him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you.

“Can you lay down for me, sweetheart?” He’s hot on your ear, exactly the way he said it on the stage just hours ago. You bite back a moan, so incredibly turned on while you get on the bed, lying flat on your back, anticipating. He rolls the hem of your dress up your thighs, enough so that you can spread them apart, exposing your panties to him, already damp with arousal.

“Wow,” he says, kissing the plush of your thighs. “You’re incredible.” He hooks the crotch of your panties to the side, pussy throbbing. He swears under his breath, readjusting himself so that he can stroke his cock through his pants, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. You squirm from the contact, moaning his name, his tongue licking circles around you. He doesn’t hold back, pushing himself deeper, lapping at your clit.

You clench the sheets beneath you, grinding on his face. He responds by eating you out sloppier, spitting thick wads of saliva to smear on your clit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking your cunt, collecting your slick on his tongue. “I want you to come on my face, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Head thrown into the pillows, you whimper, “Yes,” reaching for his hair, feeling him thrash around, slobbering all over you until you climax, gushing into his mouth. He continues to flick your swollen bud with his tongue while you ride out your high, stopping only when you recoil from him, overstimulated. He surfaces, meeting your lips with his, messy with your arousal. You exchange a few more kisses before he strips his shirt off, followed by his pants. You almost gasp out loud at the impressive bulge in his briefs, palming it.

He nibbles on your ear lobe, rutting his erection against you, whispering, “Ride it, cowgirl. Ride me.”

Sliding out of your panties, you get into position, facing away while you straddle him, his grip on your ankles, adjusting you so you’re sat on his lap. You lift your ass, letting him guide his hard cock inside you, stretching you out gradually, inch-by-inch. “Fuck,” you hear him curse behind you, bottoming out. He slaps one of your cheeks, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. You bounce on him, ass jiggling with each pump of his cock, slutty moans pouring out of your mouth.

“Look at you go, fuck. You’re perfect. So perfect for me,” he purrs, guiding you up and down his dick.

He’s so deep, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust, your core tight with pleasure. Your tongue hangs out, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, eyes glazed over in bliss. You’re getting your brains fucked out of you and you find yourself blurting out every carnal desire crossing your mind. “Film me, Nanami. Want to see it.”

He gets even stiffer. “Yeah? You want to see how this fat ass swallows my cock up, huh? Better ride it harder, cowgirl.” Reaching for his phone, he holds it up, camera towards you. Before he records, he confirms one more time, “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You nod, whimpering, “Yes,” leaning down to grip the end of the bed, giving you more leverage to get fucked deeper.

“There you go. Keep fucking me,” he grunts, filming you now. “Use this cock to get yourself off. Let me take care of you, make you feel good.” His voice encouraging you pushes you closer to the edge, on the verge of another orgasm. You whine his name, moving faster.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, sweat beading on his forehead. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Fuck yeah. Going to come on this cock,” you moan, rubbing your clit.

“Then do it. Give me all that fucking cum, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Squirt on it. Cream all over it, oh fuck,” he growls, thrusting into you. “Can I come with you? Please, pretty girl? Can I breed you and make you mine?”

That does it. You orgasm, clutching him tight, pussy squeezing around him. Seconds later, he comes, filling you with his hot load, pumping his cock until he’s milked dry. He stays inside you for a bit, admiring the view before lifting your ass to pull out, watching his creamy mess leak out of you slowly, wet cock flopped against his abdomen. He stops the recording, running his fingers along his hair, damp with perspiration. “Come here,” he says, caressing one of your ankles tenderly, setting his phone on the nightstand.

You crawl to him, nuzzling your nose to his chest as he wraps you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment, neither of you sure of what to say next. He clears his throat, speaking first. “I hope you don’t think I do this often.”

You look at him, confused. “Do what?”

“Take women home from work. To do this.”

Smiling, you respond, “Even if you did, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

He hugs you tighter, kissing you on the forehead. “Still, I just wanted to make that clear.”

You trace the outline of his abs idly. “Well, in that case, I don’t do this often either.”

He chuckles, mimicking you now. “Do what?”

“Hook up with sexy dancers from the strip club.”

Another smooth, this time on the cheek. “It wouldn’t matter to me even if you did.”

You cuddle with each other for a while longer, reluctant to let go. Begrudgingly, you break away from him to check the time. “I should probably head back now.”

He nods. “Can I walk you there?”

“Sure.”

It’s a short trip back to the hotel, so you take your time, walking slowly, fingers laced together. “Is it a long flight home for you tomorrow?” he asks.

“We all actually live close-by, so we drove here together.”

He stops, pausing to look at you carefully. “You live around here?”

“Yes. And I work here in the city.”

His lips parts, sputtering nonsense before he responds, “I thought I’d have to say goodbye to you tonight.”

“Do you not want to?”

“No, I don’t. I’d like to see you again if that’s okay with you.”

You lean into him. “I’d like that too. I don’t go around giving my breadsticks to anyone, you know. Only the special ones.”

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close. “And I don’t go around giving my breadstick to just about anyone either.”

“Oh no,” you laugh, hiding your face. “Don’t tell me these are the kind of jokes you make.”

“Unfortunately, it is. And now, you’re stuck with them.”

You hug him around the waist, gazing at him lovingly. “Lucky me.”

He smiles at you. “Me too.”

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sassycheesecake · 6 months

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Uncle!Osamu who has just having a regular day at his onigiri restaurant when the entrance doorbell chimes, followed by squeals of excitement of a twin pair, one boy, one girl.

The gray-eyed man looks at the direction of the voices, happy to see his niece and nephew again after not seeing them for almost two weeks.

The girl of the twin pair has dark brown hair and your eyes, while the boy has your hair color and hazel brown eyes.

Today, both of them are wearing matching MSBY training suits, a gift from uncle Hinata and uncle Bokuto.

As uncle!Osamu engulfs the five-year-olds in a big hug, his brother walks in, a tired look adorning his usual confident, cheeky expression.

Now Atsumu Miya, Setter of the MSBY Black Jackals looks like he hasn’t slept properly in a couple months.

He looks like he's been through hell and as a father, he is more than justified to look like hell.

After all, he was a child once and along with Osamu they both always got into trouble. His mother was a single parent and how she managed two raise two boys with a job all by herself without having to give up the twins for adoption is still a mystery to Atsumu.

As Osamu looks at his brother, he notices that the Setter's hair is unruly, he has dark circles under his eyes and is looking at his children with a scolding look on his face.

"I told ya brats a million times not ta run across the street when we go see uncle Samu. If ya get hit by a car, mommy will kill me and marry yer uncle instead."

"Would that be so bad?" Osamu grins in mischief at his twin, letting go of the kids, who apologize to their father with apologetic and guilty looks.

"Shut yer trap, I am too tired ta deal with ya right now. I came ta ask for a favor." Atsumu trots over to the bar stools in front of the counter, ignoring the hushed whispers of excitement from some of the costumers.

"Don’t curse in front of yer kids, they’ll pick up that habit. What do ya want?" Osamu turns around to prepare some lunch for his niece and nephew.

"Can ya watch the kids this weekend? I have been wantin' some alone time with (Y/N) and these little shits interrupt every damn time." The blonde leans over the counter and quietly hisses at the ravenette.

"Sorry, but no." Osamu declines.

"Please, please, pweeeeeaaaaaase can ya watch ‘em this weekend? I can’t even remember the last time I had sex with (Y/N)! And my dick is about to fall off from the pent up frustration of games, takin’ care of the kids and tryin’ ta get alone time with my wife!"

Osamu huffs annoyed at his plea, he already has plans for the weekend, sleeping in, to be more precise.

"Welcome to family life. I can’t Tsumu. I already have plans." The ravenette explains, giving each of the twins a pair of grilled salmon cream cheese onigiris, your favorite and also the twins’.

"Oh yeah? What do ya have planned huh? Ya got no marriage, no kids, no responsibilities, if I remember correctly. I call bullshit." Atsumu stares at his brother with a skeptical expression, seeing that Osamu is walking to the back, he decides to follow after him into the back, telling his offspring to stay put.

"I really want ta sleep in this weekend and I have been wantin’ to ask that girl out from the book store down the street. The brunette I told ya about?" Osamu takes a few bags of rice and hands it to his brother, who takes them without hesitation.

"The only thing that’s in my memory department right now is the Paw Patrol intro theme song, along with ‘We don’t talk about Bruno’ in like 15 different languages."

To be honest, Osamu is glad that he doesn’t have kids yet.

Taking two more bags, both brothers make their way to the kitchen area, where Osamu starts up a few new batches of cooked rice.

Atsumu also puts the rice bags down, staring almost pleadingly at his brother.

"Do ya want me ta go down on my knees for ya and beg? I ain’t asking for much, just please, watch them this weekend. Just one weekend. I really need it and so does Atsumu junior."

"Please don’t talk about yer dick in my product storage, ya will ruin my food." Osamu scoffs in disgust.

"Seriously, what do I gotta do ta make ya watch 'em? Name it." Atsumu keeps trying to persuade his brother.

Osamu pretends to think and after watching his brother who looks so desperate it's almost funny, sighs in defeat and agrees to watch the little rascals this weekend.

"Fine, I'll watch 'em this weekend but ya owe me. That was ma only free weekend in a while."

"Whatever ya want bro, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" Atsumu jumps up and down in excitement like a little kid and hugs his brother while he jumps and down.

"Get off of me, ya dumb idiot. I'll said I'll watch 'em for a weekend, not adopt them." Osamu shoves his brother off and straightens out his cooking uniform.

Atsumu literally glows in excitement and happiness and immediately calls his wife, walking back out to check on his children.

As Osamu watches him leave, he sighs deeply.

What have I gotten myself into?

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gerbymoo · 2 months

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💔💔💔Bucci Gang Dealing With a Breakup 💔💔💔

Because I love making characters who experience pain experience even more pain (◣ _ ◢)

Giorno The calm and collected blonde who had just begun to grow comfortable in letting his emotions out on display for you begins to regress back to keeping it all to himself. He doesn’t cry, he’s learned crying does nothing to fix the situation just as it didn’t fix the neglect of his mother. However, his inner turmoil prompts him to have other out of control reactions. He’s shaking more than usual, his concentration is completely off, his isolation is even more apparent even on days where it seems things are going to be okay. The others make attempts to dissuade Giorno out of these harmful habits but to no merit, it is best to let him decide when he is ready to talk about this. The thing with Giorno however is that he will also conclude there is no need to talk about it. He hurt you and you decided to move on. It was only logical, despite how detrimental of a loss it was to him. On rare occasions, he would sit in his room, spacing out and thinking about you in every little detail, all of the observations he had made of you. It would be weeks until he would finally shed a small tear, realizing how complacent he had been in just letting you go. He was ruthless and forthcoming in other matters but he felt great shame for not showing the same degree of importance to you and the relationship.

Bucciarati

Similarly, he tries not to personalize this too much as he understands the nature of the game. He is a capo after all, of course he wouldn’t be able to freely make time for you as much as he would like. However unlike Giorno, he is more quickly to fold over and realize the emotional mess he has become. His drinking is usually always under control, but now the others have pointed out how much he drinks, downing a whole bottle of wine in a sitting. He is always able to focus on things on a rational level not letting his emotions influence him too much, but he finds his hand shaking as he holds his phone, fighting himself to not call or message you out of desperation and a need to know that you are doing fine. He also feels great shame for letting it all go too easily and for just accepting it without much of a fight.

He is able to keep appearances with the others for the most part but there are subtle changes that everyone sees but no one wants to bring up. This is Bruno after all, he will always just put their needs over his own despite their protests. He misses you, he blames himself for absolutely everything. It will take him a very long time to be able to move on. He might check in on you just to ensure your safety but is always dying on the inside if he were to ever find out you moved on with someone who could provide you with something he never could.

Fugo

Things end in a very chaotic way and immediately triggers his black and white perceptions of things. This was your fault, you weren’t being reasonable enough to understand the type of person he is. If it was his out of control anger that pushed you away from him then so be it, he obviously is in no position to make improvements on himself. Nothing much changes from his usual self other than he becomes even more snappy and becomes a bit too physically aggressive with potential enemies. He’s brought in by the older gang members about his need to cool off and even take some time to himself but he always refuses. If he were to take time off for himself it would only lead to worse things because the only thing that would cloud his thoughts would be you. You deserved better, you didn’t deserve the ticking time bomb that he was. He finally accepts how he had a large part to play because he was still that immature, defensive child even with someone as caring and as understanding as you. He decides it's best to just let you go for someone much more suited for you. He finds himself returning to playing the piano after years of letting it collect dust, preferring there to be some noise than the echoing silence of not having you there.

Narancia

It’s hard for him to fully process and understand what it all means, or more importantly, hard for him to fully accept that your presence just wouldn’t be there anymore. The first couple of days he acts as if nothing had happened. The denial runs deep and he continues to be his old cheery self, joking with the others and looking at life through a bright lens because you’d come back after all, right? The weeks go on and it becomes more of a reality that this is how things will be from now on. He becomes more quiet, a bit more withdrawn and his zest is seemingly shot down for a lot of things.

Panic sets in and he finds himself hyperventilating more frequently, the others pointing this out of concern for him. The abandonment comes in in full fruition, having flashbacks of when he lost his mother and how his father couldn’t care less. Yes he still had the others but without you it felt entirely incomplete, there was always that caring and comforting presence of yours and it’s actually gone because of his own incompetence. It’s only when he cries it out with Fugo when he realizes that you are gone for good this time, unable to rationalize or control his intense emotions about everything.

Mista

Surprisingly, he is used to the nature of relationships, both long term and short term. This isn’t to say it doesn’t hurt him nor does he have to take some time to come to terms with what’s happened, but that’s just how life works after all. No need to dwell on it and no need to stop living just because you’re not in the picture anymore. And for a while, things seem to be going well for him! That is until he sees old pictures of you on his phone that he hasn’t bothered to delete. Or when he orders a dessert and realizes you aren’t there to share it with him. Or simply realizing how much he actually missed a lot of these small details of you, such as your scent, how your eyes looked in the sun, how your voice sounded when you called his first name.

He smiles through the pain, and the others can see that it is a forced smile for the most part. He catches himself looking through old text convos in the middle of the night, berating himself for becoming so attached and in trying to figure out where he messed up. He repeatedly tries to find some sort of logical explanation through his own world, any pattern of fours or perhaps he hasn’t been praying as often as he needs to and this is divine punishment. He’s only open about it with some members of the gang, but soon lets the feeling come and go despite how hard it is to realize that this was one of those relationships he wanted for the long term.

Abbacchio

Everyone can see the growing storm cloud over his head as his demeanor becomes even more guarded, more gloomy and more rigid. He doesn’t talk to anyone, disappearing for a while and giving the reason that there are personal things he needs to take care of. Drinking is the easy part of it and he knows it’s not the solution, but the self destructive thoughts is what kills him on the inside. It’s not even a, we had a miscommunication type of situation, he begins to genuinely believe there is just something seriously wrong with him and that he will be incapable of forming healthy relationships from here on out. Or simply refusing to have something intimate with anyone that isn’t you.

Bucciarati is the only one that catches him on his downward spiral and strenuously snaps him back into reality. He sobers up for the most part but refuses to want to know anything about what happened with you or where you are now. He rationalizes better with himself and returns to his usual routine, no questions asked. Unsurprisingly during the harder days, or when there is a reminder of you, he will use his stand to replay every single moment of enjoyment he had with you until he is to the point of exhaustion.

Trish

Almost goes through the entire stages of denial in the span of a week once it’s set in stone that things are over. There is poison in her voice and how all of this is your fault and how she never wishes to ever see you again. She regresses back into that scared teenager, afraid of what will happen to her and with no indication of who to actually trust. She trusted you, and you did too and it takes a day for her to fully come to terms that it was also her doing to have pushed you away. She finds herself lost in thought of you, spacing out in risky situations and often enough to have the others bring her attention back to earth frequently.

In the final stages she cries her heart out, her eyes permanently puffy and swollen and her voice unrecognizable as he quarantines herself in her room. She’s still holding anger towards you but now mostly towards herself. She impulsively destroys every picture she took of you only to find herself taping them all back together after the matter. She becomes more in control of herself once the adrenaline runs out, and although it still hurts, she convinces herself of worse circumstances she has been able to overcome.

#jjba part 5 #jjba #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #giorno giovanna #trish una #narancia ghirga #bucci gang x reader #everyone is an adult here obviously

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letomills · 11 months

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Download: SFS / Mega

Twelve outfits for @digisims2′s Dummy Thicc body shape. All are enabled for AF, most are enabled for EF as well. All have fat and preg morphs and low to reasonable polycounts (especially if you stick to block feet).

They span all clothing categories, giving you 1 to 4 options for each. Combined with the outfits from Digi’s original post (and Agnes’s very versatile suit), you should have enough to fully dress a few Dummy Thicc sims without overt redundancy.

Swatches and details under the cut.

All recolors are standalone and BSOK’d.

1. Gimme Stitches Bustelo Outfit

Mashup of @yuichen’s Gimme Stiches sweater, Kayleigh’s Bustelo jeans and Maxis high-top sneakers. For AF & EF, categorized as everyday. Polycount: 2,306.

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2. Capris Pin Up

Gelydh’s Pin-Up Capris outfits + Shannanigan’s recolors. For AF & EF, categorized as everyday. Polycount: 2,040.

These outfits were also recolored by @mrs-mquve-cc here. And they can be found for Maxis-sized TF-AF-EF here.

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3. Asia At Odd Hours

Vereiya’s Asia At Odd Hours dresses (based on Gelydh’s Oriental and Overground dresses). For AF only, categorized as everyday & formal. Polycount: 2,346.

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4. Jacqueline Dress

@serabiet’s Adele Jacqueline outfit. For AF & EF, categorized as everyday and formal. Polycount: 2,170.

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5. Bustier Lingerie

@mrs-mquve-cc’s recolors of Bruno’s Bustier Lingerie. For AF only, categorized as underwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,170 // sexyfeet: 6,526.

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6. Intimates

Bruno’s Intimates in the original colors + a selection of @mrs-mquve-cc recolors. For AF and EF, categorized as underwear. Same mesh as the bustier lingerie above, choose between block feet and sexy feet.

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7. Dividing Hearts PJs

@yuichen’s Dividing Hearts PJs, in the original colors and in @datapeach‘s recolors. For AF & EF, categorized as sleepwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,344 // sexyfeet: 6,922.

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8. Tie Bikini

@rented-space’s 3t2 Tie Bikini in @mrs-mquve-cc’s recolors. For AF only, categorized as swimwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh (different from the underwear mesh, had to adjust mapping). Polycount: blockfeet: 1,948 // sexyfeet: 6,526.

(Contrary to what you might believe after a quick viewing of Digi’s set, this bikini is not already included in Digi’s set, at least not as full-body swimwear with multiple recolors and block feet option.)

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9. Swimwear Sporty

afbodyswimwearsporty in Anna’s blue recolor + 7 more I made based on it. For AF & EF, categorized as swimwear. You’ll have to choose between a block feet mesh and a sexy feet mesh. Polycount: blockfeet: 2,024 // sexyfeet: 6,602.

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10. Leotard

afbodyleotardsimple in recolors by Kate from Parsimonious (on this page), Maxis (+ black tights edit by me) and Emosims (textures found here). For AF & EF, categorized as athletic. Polycount: 2,152.

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11. Leotard Leg Warmers

afbodyleotardsimple combined with Maxis legwarmers (made pantless and recolored by Spacedoll here). The bright leotard colors are by Kaputt-Geliebt, the legwarmers’ colors I made based on Spacedoll’s colors. For AF and EF, categorized as athletic. Polycount: 2,292.

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12. 8-button Coat

Yuxi’s 8-button coat (find all Yuxi’s stuff here) in the original colors + @mrs-mquve-cc’s recolors (did I mention that I love mrs-mquve’s recolors?). For AF & EF (even though I forgot to get elders to model for the swatch), categorized as outerwear. Polycount: 4,174.

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Please let me know if you find any issues. I’m curious to see how many people are interested in this body shape. I intend to make more clothing for it in the near future, as well as correlated skins. Edit: skins are here.

#sims 2 #download #body shapes #dummy thicc #clothing:everyday #clothing:formal #clothing:underwear #clothing:sleepwear #clothing:athletic #clothing:outerwear #sims 2 cc #sims 2 download #s2cc #ts2cc

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 months

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Switched Sides 2 - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x former Hitman!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N L/N quit her job as a hitman to take care of her nephew after her stepbrother died. It’s been a year since she became a good aunt to her nephews, and she wants to keep it that way. But her quiet life got disturbed when her former boss asked for her help.

Warning: Nothing.

A/N: Reblog and any feedback are much appreciated. I love reading all your comments and funny GIF.

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Disaster.

That's the perfect way to describe the situation. Today is supposed to be the first day of the school's anniversary celebration.

Every participant for the bazaar was scattering around to pick up all their stuff and set up their tent back to the correct position because a strong force of wind flew all their property, including Y/N vegan brownies cake.

A helicopter suddenly landed in the middle of the football field near the food bazaar.

Every parent, teacher and student was shocked by what happened, and they were even more surprised when people that came out wearing black suits like a secret service approached Y/N.

"Y/N L/N, we need your help." The person standing in front of her is her former colleague Bruno. His code name is 'Poison'.

She knows the only person who will use this method is Lloyd Hansen.

"Y/N, you're not in trouble, right?" A trembling voice came from Jenny, who stood behind Y/N, along with others who were confused with the situation in front of them.

–Flashback Starts–

Everyone was busy setting up their tent, including Y/N until a strong wind and loud sound approached the school.

"Is that a helicopter?

"What happened?"

"Oh my god, are there terrorists at school?"

"No, the decoration is ruined because of the wind!!!"

"Catch the flower buckets!!! That flowers are imported!!!"

–Flashback Ends–

"No, ma'am, the country needs her help." Bruno fixes his aviator, acting friendly towards Jenny. She would never believe this man is dangerous because he uses hazardous chemicals to finish his target.

Jenny grabs Y/N's hand. "If you ever need help, call me. My father knew a few senators."

Lloyd knew a few senators too, and he kept them like figure dolls. He's far more powerful than senators.

"Thank you." Y/N tapped Jenny's hand to assure her that she was okay.

"Give me your car keys; my subordinate will drive your car back to your home."

Y/N gave him the car keys. She doesn't need to tell her address. They have known it beforehand.

"You could bring your…" Bruno pointed at the little human underneath him. "Nephew's with you."

With Kendall in her arms, and her other hand holding Mark, she entered the helicopter quickly so they could leave the school as soon as possible.

"Wow, this is so cool, Aunty."

The helicopter starts to go up, and everyone is in their seat. From the window, Mark saw his classmate look jealous. He lifted his middle finger towards them, but his aunt lowered his hand. "That's rude."

Mark felt embarrassed and lowered his head. "Sorry, Aunty." Y/N shook her head and then checked on the little one who sat on her lap and wore a cancelling headphone noise.

She thought Kendall would be scared, but he's enjoying it. His short legs keep moving up and down.

Bruno sat near her, surprised to see her being gentle, "You've changed, Y/N."

Y/N looked at Bruno, not amused; the way he picked her up would ruin her cover as a regular aunt, and people at the school will ask questions.

"Was it necessary to make an entrance like this?"

Bruno chuckled. "If you didn't ignore him, today wouldn't have happened. Every cause has consequences."

She scoffed, "He must be desperately asking me for help."

"Oh, he is. And we need old Y/N to come back."

Mark clenched her shirt, and she felt it. He must be scared thinking about her old job. Her fingers gently brushed his hair, and she said, "It's gonna be alright."

They have arrived at the top of the building. Y/N knew this place was one of their headquarters, and the location was in the same city. It's better this way than their usual hideout place inside the forest; kids will get scared.

"Wait here", said Bruno and left them.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the owner of the building appeared. He was standing tall with a well-built body. He'd wearing a black shirt, a leader jacket, beige pants and black shoes.

Lloyd smiled. "Hi, pumpkin, did you miss me?"

Y/N does not answer because she is pissed. Lloyd understands her anger. So he wants to mess with the tiny little guest by saying, "I'm your father."

Kendall, who was silent this whole time, suddenly cried, "Waaa…not daddy."

Y/N clicked her tongue; she rubbed his back to calm him down. "Thanks, Lloyd. It took half an hour to stop his crying."

"Uupss." Lloyd chuckled; he didn't feel sorry even one bit.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help since you are the best tracker in the team."

"You said my method is old-fashioned."

"Here's a thing, since I ruined a tourist attraction in some European country, the Big Boss boss banned me from doing any damage."

When Y/N is still working with him, they always argue about how to get their target. She preferred quiet but deadly, while Lloyd chose loud and messy.

"Who do you need to catch?"

"You agree to help?" Lloyd raised his eyebrows, and he was surprised she quickly agreed.

"If I don't do it, you will bother me again until I say yes. What will I get if I do you a favour?"

"A medicine for him." Lloyd looks at Kendall.

"I know you have the money for his oral medicine, but you must wait a year. If you help me, I will give you the medicine tomorrow."

"How?"

"Let's just say there's a patient that doesn't deserve it."

That's a sign she should stop asking.

"Aunty." Y/N looked down at Mark, who wanted to cry.

"I'll be alright. Could you watch Kendall for a while?"

"Nooo." He shook his head and stomped his foot.

Lloyd doesn't want to hear a kid crying in his place. "Bring him, he won't understand anything."

They moved to another floor. On their way to the control room, Mark saw a sports car inside the building. How did they get the sports car into the skyscraper?

He looked up at Lloyd with adoring eyes. Lloyd felt this kid was watching him, so he just smiled back.

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"So, who is this?"

"An accountant of the drug cartel."

"He picked the wrong enemy?"

"Yup, and the CIA want to use him to put the drug cartel to jail. But the problem is, he's good at hiding."

"Give me his profile."

Y/N read the profiles thoroughly and picked maps. Her fingers traced the map, then picked a red marker to make an 'X' sign "He's here."

"How did you know?"

"He's a loner, and doesn't have many friends, so I saw his GPS history, sometimes he always visits the area around his university. He felt safe in a place that was nostalgic to him. So that means…"

Y/N pointed at the 'X' sign on the map. "He's here."

"You heard her; send the team around that area." Lloyd gave an order to his subordinates.

"Can we go home now?"

"No, stay here until we find him. I don't want to go back and forth to pick you up. The gas for the helicopter is expensive."

"Ugh, fine."

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While waiting for the result, Lloyd ensured three of them got comfortable. He notices Y/N's nephew doesn't feel scared, perhaps because they know her aunt is there to protect them.

"You haven't put him down since you got here. Your arms don't get numb?"

Kendall rested his head on her chest, sleeping while his mouth opened. For Y/N, looking at Kendall is this calm, and her tiredness is gone. "No, he's not heavy."

"Hmm, I understand why he loves being in your arms."

Lloyd leaned his head on her shoulder and hugged her left side. "Because I felt home every time I rested my head on your chest." He winked at her. She pushed him away, but he won't budge.

He wants to move away from her, but because of the little kid, she smells like a baby, and he likes her new smell.

Mark looked at this man acting close to Y/N. He whispered in her ear, "Aunty, is he your boyfriend?"

Lloyd smiled at the innocent question. "Yes, yes, I am." He has this proud look on his face and gives a peck on Y/N's cheek.

His moustache tickled her, so she pushed him away. "Don't give him any ideas."

"Mister, why did you call aunty Y/N pumpkin?"

"Because that's her favourite food."

"Really?" He doesn't know his aunt's favourite food, while she knows their likes and dislikes.

Mark's eyes sparkled, this man had a helicopter, and cars, owned many computers, and he knew Y/N's favourite food. He's cool.

*****

After 4 hours, she finally got the news.

Lloyd wears a big smile on his face. "They caught him. I knew I could count on you."

Y/N, while carrying Kendall and Mark, they immediately stand up from their seat. "Great. So send us back home."

"Eh, I want to invite you to have dinner together."

"Lloyd, you don't like kids."

"I could tolerate them as long as I'm with you."

"My patience has its limits." Not just her but the kids too. She could sense her nephew getting bored and exhausted. If they don't go home, both boys will start their tantrums.

"Alright." He offered a handshake when she wanted to shake his hand. Lloyd suddenly pulled her into his arm and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lloyd wasn't kidding. The next day he visited her at her house to deliver medicine for Kendall.

She doesn't know I'd the medicine worked well or not, but it made Kendall sleepy. At least this time, he's not crying in pain.

Since Kendall fell asleep, she couldn't pick Mark up at school. That means she needs to ask a favour. "Lloyd, could you get my nephew at school?"

"Am I a chauffeur now?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she gave him a killer gaze at him, which made Lloyd nod. "Alright, but I want to have dinner with you tonight."

******

Never in a million years would Lloyd think he would step into school again.

While he walks around looking for Mark, every mother and nanny who waited for their kids is looking at Lloyd. It's easy to spot him since he's the tallest person in the area. His style is also modest and stylish.

Then he heard a bunch of kids surrounding one kid; he knew who it was.

Mark is standing alone while his classmates are in the group. His cheeks were red because he was frustrated. "Why can't I join the marathon tomorrow?"

"That's because you don't have a father. It's a father-son marathon."

"What if you team up with our gym teacher? Everyone knows he likes your aunty."

Mark stomped his foot. "No!!!" He doesn't want his gym teacher as his running partner, that would be cheating, and Mark doesn't want his teacher to get close to Y/N.

Then he felt a shadow covering him, and he saw his friend stepping back while their eyes looked up.

He raised his head and saw the person he met yesterday, Mister Lloyd.

Suddenly he got an idea; with his little body, he clung to Lloyd's leg like a koala and looked at his friend. "He is my aunt's boyfriend, and I will join the marathon tomorrow with him!!!"

It's not just Mark's friends who were shocked but also Lloyd. This will be the first time an 8-year-old kid dumbfounded Lloyd.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Versace on the Floor (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

YALLLL the lovely @loneghostwolf made this absolutely breathtaking render for this fic and I couldn't be more obsessed!!! Please make sure you follow and check out the rest of her works!!!

This is sex, money, feelings, die I just changed the song because this one fit the vibe better (don't hate me pls), italics signify an event in the past throughout the fic

Based on Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars

fem reader! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, pet names, sexual tension, (if I forgot anything pls lmk!)

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Your reflection stared back at you as you finished getting ready before heading down to meet the Commander, your newest catch. He was tall, not the tallest, taller than you though which was all that mattered. He was also very pretty, his blonde hair and blue eyes were fitting for a southern Texas boy. He had money but it wasn't flashy money, he kept it understated. Simple pleasures he indulged in, and you were one of them.

You had met at a bar, your previous date bailing on you, which had left you sipping wine by yourself in an upscale bar you had no business being in anymore. Always the one being the knight in shining armor, Phillip Graves had approached you, saving you from the embarrassment of being stood up. Despite his appearance, he wasn't a douche, he was kind and even made you laugh, which was rare for a man to do.

The night had led you back to his penthouse apartment in the city. He acted as if he was embarrassed for you to see his place, he was much more understated than the penthouse. Graves enjoyed his ranch back home in Texas much more compared to the penthouse he stayed in when in between deployments. Since he was rarely there, the place looked brand new, almost untouched. You weren't one for hooking up with someone you had just met but something about Phillip Graves made you think this wouldn't be the last time you would be seeing him.

You headed downstairs, Phillip waiting for you, looking handsome as ever in his suit. He was back after a long deployment. The two of you had been together going on 10 months, Graves was taking you out for an anniversary dinner, quite the romantic he was. Prior he had sent you to pick out new outfits for the both of you.

“Doll, don't forget this” he waved the black Amex in the air as you were slipping your shoes on to leave,

“Phil, c’mon I don't need that”, you smiled at him, he loved to spoil you and you loved to be spoiled but didn't want to come off as ungrateful.

“If you don't take it, I won't let you leave”, he looked up smirking as he tipped the card in your direction.

“And how do you plan to do that?”, you sauntered over to him, making a point to jut your hips out a little more. As you approached him, his hands wrapped around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

“Phillipppp-” you dragged his name out as he started to place kisses on your collarbone. Instead of using his words, he responded with a light bite on your neck, sucking slightly to make sure he left his mark.

“Want everyone to know you’re mine, you know that? I’ll leave even more if you don't take this damn card and get us some outfits for tonight”, the Texan accent slipping out as he insisted that you let him spoil you.

“Fine, whatever you want” you placed a quick kiss on his lips as you grabbed the card,

“Now that’s more like it darlin’”, he leaned up against the counter as you headed out the door waving bye.

You didn't plan to spend so much money but when the lady at the register said,

“That’ll be $5,625”,

Your jaw dropped and prayed Phillip wouldn't be pissed as you slid the card through the machine. You weren't used to having this kind of money at your disposal, even after being with the CEO of the Shadow Company for so long. He had become quite accustomed to having money, he just didn't spend it, he did enjoy watching you spend it though. Anything you wanted you got, even when you mentioned something in passing. Graves' love language had become gift-giving after he met you.

The restaurant Phillip had picked was of course the nicest one he could find, only the best for you. The two of you finally sat down in a private room he had booked for the night.

“You are so extra, you know that?” laughing as Phillip fixed his tie,

“Hey, if I'm gonna be your sugar daddy, I gotta know when to splurge”, he chuckled as he threw you a wink

“Sugar daddy? Where’d you get that from hmm?”, Phillip Graves as a sugar daddy wasn't something you had ever seen coming, but the idea of him being yours set your senses on fire.

“What ya like it?” his hand began rubbing up and down your leg, creeping farther up your thigh with each stroke.

“You could say that, Commander”

“I like to spoil you, now what’s wrong with that?” his tone had changed and his eyes had gone dark with lust.

“Absolutely nothing”, you whispered as you leaned in to close the gap between you two. Graves taking charge as his hand snuck around the nape of your neck pulling you in. Your hand cupped his face to deepen the kiss. The hand that was once on your thigh had snuck up under your dress to play with the waistband of your thong, lightly pulling it back to allow it to snap against your skin.

“I think we should take this home, yeah?”Graves mumbled against your lips, you nodded your head vigorously in an attempt to get out of the restaurant faster. Neither of you even made it past the car.

Phillip being Phillip, had a driver, which was extremely useful in situations like this. The both of you slipped into the back of the black SUV, luckily the car had a partition that Phillip had closed for privacy. Once the car door closed, he pulled you up onto him to straddle his lap, his hands on your waist holding you firmly in place, slowly rocking you back and forth on his hardening cock. His lips didn't leave yours the whole car ride back to the penthouse.

The two of you stumbled out of the car, Phillip attempting to fix your hair which he had ruined by running his hands through it. You both found your way up to his penthouse quickly, arriving at the door your hands anxiously wrapped around Graves’ back as he fumbled with his keys. The second the door opened you were all over him. Lips connected as you pushed him toward the couch as you fiddled with his tie, too distracted to figure out to take it off properly.

“Hey doll, slow down, I’m not going anywhere”, you could feel him smiling into the kisses, “Let me help you. He grabbed your hand as he sat down on the couch, tugging you down to sit on his lap. He leaned back into the couch, slowly peeling off his suit jacket, giving a sultry smile the whole time. Once he had discarded the jacket he moved to his tie, hooking his fingers above the knot to loosen it. You were getting impatient as you shifted your hips on his lap, causing him to lightly buck up in response.

“Be patient,” he whispered as he pulled the tie over his head, you nodded. His hands went to your hips to hold you in place, as you rested your hands on his chest. Noticing he was still wearing his shirt you tugged at the collar as you started to unbutton the white dress shirt.

Phillip let out a sigh as you moved down closer to his erection as you untucked the shirt to finish undoing the last couple of buttons.

“What’d you say about patience again?” teasing him with his own words as you could tell he was getting tenser with every movement you made. He ignored your comment as his hands began to roam your body, as they eventually landed at the zipper on your back.

“Stand up and turn around for me darlin’”, which you obliged, Graves standing up with you as well. His hands slowly crept down your back before landing at the zipper again. Before unzipping the dress, he began placing slow kisses on your back, each kiss sending a shock through your body. He mumbled something against your back as you could feel the vibrations coursing through you. Your mind too foggy to interpret what he said.

The sound of the zipper finally brings you back to reality as one of Phillip's hands guides the zipper down, and the other rested lightly on your back. Once the dress was finally unzipped he allowed it to drop to the floor. Turning you around and pulling you close to him so you could step out of the dress completely.

“Wow”, Graves’ breathed out, he kicked the dress away, sitting back on the couch resuming the previous position as he pulled you back onto his lap.

“That dress was expensive Phil, you can't just kick it around the floor”, you giggled, your hands rested around the back of the Commander’s neck.

“Doesn't matter, not when I have a pretty girl sitting on my lap right here” shooting you a grin, as you playfully slapped his chest.

“Now, what are we doin’ down here? If I recall, my bedroom is upstairs”, Phillip stood up taking you with him as he grabbed the underneath of your thighs, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you up the stairs.

Graves lightly tossed you on the bed, before crawling on top of you, “Now you gonna let me spoil you tonight doll?”, you nodded as it seemed the Commander's new kink had been revealed all in one night.

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I put my all into this one LOL I hope you all liked it, I lowkey went off from my original plot and got too caught up with sugar daddy Graves

#Spotify #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader #philip graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves cod #warren kole #cod graves #cod mw2

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ktsumu · 4 months

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DONT START W FRAT HUSBAND IWA I WILL LITERALLY COLLAPSENOSNXOANDOSNDLANSKNXKSNZN

HI THANKS FOR UNLOCKING PANDORA'S BOX YOU JUST GOT BAITED INTO MY ASKBOX

frat husband iwa under the cut deadass

frat guy iwa who you meet in your sophomore year at UCLA — you spent your entire freshman year letting it set in that you're attending UCLA, and now that you're adjusted; it's party time!

you're in this crazy frat and iwaizumi isn't even in the frat himself, his roommate is, but he somehow gets roped along to these outrageous parties they throw.

the first time you meet iwaizumi, there's an trap remix blaring through the shaking living room, and you're both dressed up as some indiana jones-esque explorers.

you lock eyes for a minute, laughing at how stupid the safari theme makes you both look with your khaki shorts and satchels, but he's yanked away into the middle of the homemade mosh pit before you can even make your way over.

( the second time you meet iwaizumi, it's junior year, and he gets to you before his friends get to him. )

you never imagined yourself to meet your boyfriend by getting lifted onto a bathroom counter while you listen to the walls buzz, kissing blindly and going blue in the face before you dare stop, but hey! life's a ride and you wear a seatbelt!

the rest is history; you're hajime's girl, everyone knows it. in fact, hajime wasn't even the one who mentioned the frat wedding, it was the others who were like 'yeah, she's a keeper, let's have a wedding!'

they sing a stupid bruno mars song while iwaizumi (though red in the face and laughing uncontrollably) drops to one knee at sunset on campus, proposing to you with a costume ring you're pretty sure they had in a closet from an old party theme.

( whatever, you say yes regardless. )

so, in the same place you met, in that dumbass frat house that is once again full of people, now all dressed like they're headed to a black tie event, iwaizumi holds your hands in his 'suit'

( it's a pair of black slacks and a white button down, but the shirt is left loose at the collar )

and you stand in your 'dress'

( it's a thrifted white mini and a veil — just as beautiful as the real deal, if iwaizumi had to give his opinion )

his roommate stands there, screaming his officiations over the music, hajime iwaizumi, my guy, do you take this gem as your wife?

( he laughs as he says i do, squeezing your hands tighter )

and do you take this fella to be your husband?

( you nod, shrugging. iwaizumi gasps in offense before you laugh and say i do )

well, by the power invested in me and my brothers, you guys are married! kiss her, man!

and god, does he fucking kiss you — he swirls you into a dip, grinning against your lips as the house gets so loud you think your eardrums pop.

but, you know, he isn't a bad husband. it's good practice for when you actually say i do — for real, this time ;3

#I KNOW HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY GO TO UCLA HE GOES TO A FAKE UNI BUT whatever don't mention it #LMFAO SEL UR THE ONE FUELLING MY DELUSIONAL DRABBLES #does he f*** you in your veil that night? he do

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Lord Jesus you gotta give me a piece of this. Bella, what are the sluttiest and most perverted things the bucci gang members have ever done? (i.e: public masterbashawn, etc) Headcanons pls

Omg thank you for this ask 😩😩😩💓 sorry it took me a while to get to. You’re in for it now because I have so many headcanons. Everyone prepare themselves because I’m about to turn up the heat 🔥

Important Note: I didn’t add Abbacchio because I don’t see him that way. I did add Trish Una because she’s part of the gang in my book and she’s my wife. Also characters are all aged up

Bucci gang Most Perverted Secrets & Sluttiest Actions

Headcanons 🔞 NSFW

Fugo Panacotta

He’s shy and awkward but look how sexy and attractive he is. He’s also gentlemanly too. He’s definitely got people chasing him.

That being said I think the most shameless and sluttiest action he’s ever done was sleep with someone he’s tutored. I feel it in my gut. He’s definitely done it.

He doesn’t teach piano lessons anymore due to the reason above

I think he has a collection of sex toys too. Cock rings, dildos, and some other ones that go into some crazy kinks. He reveals it to whoever his bedroom partner is

He’s totally checked out sexy nerds and flirted in hopes of eventually hooking up

Look at that suit and tell me he doesn’t want to draw some attention. Real talk, I’m sure he showed off the hickeys without realizing it. He gets embarrassed about it. He’ll ignore it and go to a restaurant like that without a care in the world after he gets over the embarrassment

Fugo doesn’t care if his thong is showing. It’s obvious he’s wearing one. It’s gotten him plenty of attention. He bought his from an expensive online store. They’re either black, red, or purple. Narancia and the others get grossed out. Especially Mista and Abbacchio.

He watches porn with student and teacher scenarios. He also watches sexy librarians masturbate. However he watches these at libraries in private areas.

He carries strawberry flavored lube

He’s had sex with an enemy once but it was hate sex. He only did it because they were coming onto him and he was horny, wanting to blow steam

Fugo masturbates in the morning sometimes thinking about this one hot professor he used to have a crush on. She was beautiful and wore clothing flattering to her figure. Someone he hooked up with left their undergarments behind that happened to be the same type as said professor. He keeps it somewhere secret

Guido Mista

The sluttiest out of the entire gang. We don’t slut shame, we slut appreciate Mista ❤️❤️❤️

This man is such a huge flirt he’s always having one night stands when he goes out at night.

One time during a mission he hooked up with a girl and got into the back of her car with her. Giorno and Narancia caught him and dragged his ass back to the mission. Narancia jabbed him in the stomach and Giorno gave him a hard time since their mission was important.

Mista has woken up between two girls in his bed and did not remember the night before. This has happened multiple times.

He keeps a condom in one of his boots most of the time, depends on how risky the mission is

He masturbates in the shower because he’s too lazy to clean up his room if he makes a mess.

He doesn’t care where he’s at if he’s having car sex. The most public places being at club parking lots, movie theater parking lots, and fast food parking lots but in those cases it has to be at night since he doesn’t want kids seeing

He’s masturbated at Lebeccios restaurant before. It was in the restroom of course

He’s been in an orgy on rare occasions

He’s definitely sneaked peeks at women if he gets the chance. Like he’s a bit of a pervert and if he likes what he sees he’s staring. He will think about them when he’s masturbating without a doubt

Mista has most definitely slept with the enemy if they were sexy and hot. He feels no shame.

Mista wears men’s thongs too, he don’t care who see’s. He’s too confident

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is pretty popular and sometimes he uses it to his advantage to get a hookup. Even if it ends up with him paying for a hotel.

Bruno likes guiding the hand of the person he’s flirting with to his chest then unzips his top to show off the rest of the lace downwards..

He has had sex in an alley multiple times. He gets away with it because of his stand

He has used his zipper abilities to snatch the panties of the person he hooked up with. He feels very lucky if it was lingerie or lacy.

Bruno is a panty sniffer

Bruno masturabates with said panties

He has had sex at clubs and parking lots before

Bruno likes wearing different lace under his outfits because he looks forward to the reaction of any bedroom partners

He has a modest collection of dildos he doesn’t want anyone knowing about

Trish Una

She has slept with rich boys on multiple occasions. They have to really impress her for her to be interested. She keeps their numbers in her diary for whenever she’s in the mood. A sort of list if you will

She has a similar list for women too

She loves putting on a show for whoever she’s flirting with at the club

She has worn lingerie and angel wings as a costume. She totally did it to get a hook up

Trish will only have sex in the back of limos and sports cars but she does make acceptions to luxurious cars as well

She’ll wear one bra size down and panty size smaller because one, it makes her feel sexy and two, sometimes she has a dildo in her. She goes into public with it secretly on because it gets her going. When she’s close she’ll masturabate in the dressing rooms or restrooms of nice restaurants.

She has masturbated in the dressing room of Victoria’s Secret multiple times

She likes huge designer bags because there’s room for a few sex toys.

She likes hello kitty or other Sanrio character sex toys

All her sex toys are pink, including the fuzzy handcuffs she uses on her partners

Giorno Giovanna

He has had sex in hotels during the day on multiple occasions, with the window open

He has masturbed with his window open before without a care in the world (RIP his fan girls/fanboys)

He’s had handjobs at restaurants underneath the table during a date. He’s good at hiding it but he’ll “cough” sometimes.

Giorno has had sex under a bridge before, it was at night time

He has had hickeys revealed thanks to his boob window and doesn’t care who see’s

Giorno likes going to the beach and having fun in the changing tents if they caught his interest

He likes using his stand to create flowers with aphrodisiac affects for himself or his partners

Sometimes Giorno has hidden condoms or sex toys that are turned into one of his ladybug broaches

He sometimes accidentally gets glimpses of people fucking in alleys when he’s used his tree growing ability to go onto roofs. If it catches his interest or he’s feeling horny he’ll watch

When he wakes up late next morning and he’s a disheveled mess he doesn’t care if he has to get to work like that. Messy braid, lip prints, scratches, or hickies? Oh well

Narancia Ghirga

He definitely has porn magazines under his bed

He has also hate fucked an enemy during a mission but unlike Fugo he’s done this multiple times. He hasn’t gotten caught thanks to his stand

He’s got one serious knife kink. He doesn’t need a sex toy he’s got a separate collection of pocket knives specifically for his knife kink

He’ll only masturbate if his tangerine, orange, or a lemonade scented wax warmer is on

He likes to masturbate in front of a mirror too but only the one in his room

He secretly wears thongs but unlike Fugo and Mista he is more decent about it. Narancia also wears leather undergarments hidden under that clothing too.

He’s gotten a BJ in a movie theater before

He’s also had sex in the bathroom stalls of a theater and in a janitor closet

Narancia’s magazine stash is dirty like he accidentally got some of them filthy, don’t touch them for your own sake

He has most definitely had sex in alleys before. He’s thankful his stand allows him to detect others but unlike Bruno he don’t care half the time unless it’s children or police.

Narancia has received blow jobs under tables at restaurants but he whimpers and begs for sex in his partners ear

His nudes were leaked thanks to a shitty ex of his. No one in the gang knows and he’s thankful for it

He gets turned on by the smell of coconut and mango

He once received nudes from a hook up and sexted. He keeps the photos in a special file

He perchased lingerie for a girl once and was sure to pick it up after ordering it online. Unbeknownst to her he masturbated with them before giving them to her. He couldn’t help himself he thought it looked sexy

#request #jjba headcanons #not sfw #dividers not mine #bruno bucciarati smut #giorno giovanna smut #guido mista smut #narancia ghirga smut #buccigang #fugo panacotta smut #trish una smut #not sfw themes

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