#giorno x you

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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, fiancé!giorno, don!giorno, fingering ( f!receiving ), begging, edging ( him ), virgin!needy!reader, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event.  do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to. 

not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own. 

and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him. 

but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could. 

“Please, don’t stop.” 

you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning. 

“D—Don Giovanna—“ 

but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night. 

“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!” 

he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound. 

pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar. 

“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…” 

“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.” 

your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!” 

Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?” 

you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss. 

“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too. 

“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely. 

he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.” 

reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?” 

he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice. 

nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers. 

“I would be the world’s biggest fool if I did.” 

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JJBA p.2 │ The Tongue of My Love Takes Many Forms

Summary: love language headcanons! what they have to offer and how to make their knees weak!

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Giorno Giovanna, Mista Guido, Narancia Ghirga, Trish Una

Word Count: 787

Type: headcanons

part one

Giorno

Giving: words of affirmation, gift giving

Giorno is a master with words. He knows what, when and in which way should he tell you to make your day brighter. With a soft smile and reassuring glance, he tells you a compliment or two when you need it the most, and it makes you feel like the most special person on the whole freakin’ planet. Very often you don't hear these sentences directly from him – Giorno usually sends you a butterfly with a message spreaded on its wings, or a puppy that has your favorite snack tied to its collar. He is not afraid to use his stand to make the one he loves feel even more adored.

Receiving: physical touch, words of affirmation

Gio often drifts away with his thoughts, his mind busy with developing new plans and ideas. It may be tiring for his smart brain, and nothing helps him in these moments like your soft touch, grounding him to reality again. Your fingers brushing his cheek and catching his jaw, sweet words leaving your mouth are always enough. Whenever you see him struggling with anything, catch his hand in yours and watch the sparkles dance in his precious eyes.

Mista

Giving: words of affirmation, physical touch

My favorite boy, baby boo, the love of my life is all about adoring his loved one. He makes sure that you know your worth, and that your insecurities poof! go away. Mista is always, always telling you how good you look, how smart you are, how amazing you do things, and, uhh, how perfect you are! And be ready for a lot of hugs and kisses! He has to maintain physical contact with you almost all of the time. Brushing your hair every morning, tracing small circles with his thumb on your skin in public places, and hugging and spinning you after a long time apart. That’s how Mista shows he’s in love with you.

Receiving: physical touch, acts of service

Okay, I think we can all agree that this boy way too often gets his cute ass into trouble. Always somehow surviving, he comes to you vulnerable with scratches, cuts and all sorts of wounds. And your duty is to help him. Gently caress his body with a cotton swab, wrap the damaged skin in bandages, put cute band-aids on his face, massage sore spots. Just pamper him like a baby! He knows he can do it all by himself, but your hands just do the magic, you know?

Narancia

Giving: acts of service, gift giving

Sometimes you think that your boo has two left hands, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Narancia makes you breakfast, but always burns one side of a pancake or makes the scrambled eggs way too dry. He cleans your desk, but accidentally throws away an important document (don’t worry, later he’ll duck in the trash can so he can find it!). He wants to make it up for his clumsiness by giving you all sorts of trinkets! He’s like a magpie. Anything that looks like something you may like (or is sparkly) he gets for you because I can’t say that he buys everything…

Receiving: words of affirmation, gift giving

He’s your good boy, your cutie-patootie, your boo-boo-bae-bee. Tell him that. Praise him. Narancia needs it, and you know it! Remind him how much he means to you. How brilliant his ideas are, even though sometimes they make no sense! Just appreciate his efforts, and I can promise you, that you will see his imaginary tail wagging. And if you tell him how much he means to you, and then give you something to eat? Sheesh! The boy may even cry from happiness.  

Trish

Giving: quality time, words of affirmation

She’s not the best at showing it, but Trish cares for you. She surely does. That is why she suggests that you should take her more on dates! Like, c’mon, how could you not think that Trish wants to spend more time with you you to take her on yet another date this weekend? That she deserves it? Pfft! You can still make it up to her by watching a movie marathon with her. And if you notice her hints, she may even praise you! 

Receiving: gift giving

Okay, now, I sure hope you know what to do with her. Give her gifts that she deserves! Trish feels the most loved when she’s appreciated. She may give the vibes of a gold digger, but it’s totally not that. Trish is reassured of your feelings when you put an effort when choosing a gift she may like, when she gets something she’s told you once and you still remembered! It’s the thought behind the gift that counts the most, plus, who doesn’t like pretty things?

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Fighting Imperfections (Don Giorno x Wife!Reader)

I'm sorry, this is just me projecting. I can't remember if I posted this before, but here goes.

Word count: 1.2 k

Warnings: sad, self depreciating reader.

You sighed heavily as you walked out the last of Giorno’s guests. Normally the murmurs of how beautiful of a couple you two are would make you beam with joy, but today it annoyed you because it only amplified your insecurities. Another day… of smiling through the alternating pain and emptiness. Your cheeks hurt, but the physical pain was welcomed, it was so much easier to bear than the ache that thumped in your chest with every heartbeat- a painful reminder that you were still breathing. As the last car rounded the corner away from your luxurious home, your shoulders finally slumped and you trudged away from the door. The master bedroom was one of the few places where you felt safe enough to let your tumultuous emotions wash over you, so there you went.

You had struggled with these negative emotions for many years, losing chunks of time to this unshakeable melancholy. They were difficult to predict or counter. You had locked the door behind you, wanting to try and restore some semblance of calm to your demeanor before facing Giorno again. You threw off the gorgeous designer dress and took a shower before throwing on something soft and comfortable. You had every intention of rejoining your husband but just getting yourself through that little routine had drained whatever energy you had left. He'd be better off catching up with your shared associates though, you mused, feeling as though you wouldn't add anything valuable to their video conferences. Firmly tucked away, drawing your knees towards your chest, you allowed the floodgates to open and let everything out. Usually, a good cry would take care of some of the negative emotions, but this time, it didn't seem to work.

Intrusive thoughts about the worst scenarios plagued your mind despite trying to push them aside. You tried thinking about the good things and how much you had been blessed with but it always morphed into a scenario in which you would ultimately be left alone… so you thought about Giorno and how he makes a daily promise to never leave your side. But you had lost so much, what if he was just lying to you and you'd eventually have to deal with losing him too…

No…

You took as deep a breath as your constricted chest would allow you to and tried to focus your attention on something positive.

Giorno… you thought of him more and your heart ached for a different reason. He loved you, you knew that, but your mind had always managed to convince you that he would be better off with someone else, someone beautiful and vibrant, someone worthy of him because beneath it all you're just a broken doll. The repair is near perfect and nobody can see the fault lines where you cracked, but you feel every fracture, constantly reliving each event that put the cracks there in the first place.

You felt the bed sink on one side as a large comforting hand rubbed your back in circles before pulling back the covers you had buried yourself under.

"You know I'd end anyone who hurts you?"

"I know…"

"So what do I do when you're the one hurting yourself?"

Giorno's glassy eyes didn't leave your face, searching for an answer to his question.

You met Giorno's gaze, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and love in his eyes. His concern was evident, and it touched you deeply. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you reached out and held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice filled with raw emotion. "I don't want to hurt myself, but sometimes it feels like I can't escape these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't help but doubt myself, doubt our love."

Giorno's grip on your hand tightened, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "You are not a broken doll, my love," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are the most beautiful and resilient person I know. I fell in love with every part of you, including the cracks. They are a part of your story, a testament to your strength."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words resonated with you. It was moments like these that reminded you why you fell in love with him in the first place. He saw beyond your insecurities and loved you unconditionally.

"I'm trying, Giorno," you replied, your voice wavering. "I'm trying to believe in myself, in us. But sometimes it's overwhelming."

Giorno leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to go through this alone," he assured you. "I'm here for you, always. We'll face these demons together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you heal."

Feeling his love and support envelop you, a glimmer of hope sparked within your heart. With Giorno by your side, maybe you could overcome these insecurities and find the peace you longed for.

You snuggled closer to Giorno, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I love you."

Giorno smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "Remember, we are a team, and together, we can conquer anything."

Giorno's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and longing, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You met his gaze, the unspoken understanding between you palpable.

With a gentle nod, you closed the remaining distance between your lips, initiating a kiss that conveyed both vulnerability and passion. It was a kiss that spoke of shared burdens and unyielding support, a tangible connection that transcended words.

The kiss deepened, as if pouring all the love and reassurance you both felt into this single act. It was a moment of solace, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles. Each brush of your lips conveyed a promise—a promise to heal together, to support one another, and to cherish the imperfect beauty of your shared journey.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the tenderness of the moment. The world outside your bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a cocoon of love and understanding.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and yet more at peace than before, you found solace in Giorno's eyes once again. There, in the depths of his gaze, you saw unwavering devotion and a fierce determination to help you find happiness.

With a small smile, you whispered, "Thank you, Giorno. Thank you for loving me."

Giorno's voice was filled with sincerity as he replied, "Always, my love. Always."

And in that moment, you believed him. You believed in the power of love to heal and overcome and to create a future where your insecurities would no longer hold you captive. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As you lay in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in his words, finding solace in the love and support he offered. The journey towards healing would be challenging, but with Giorno by your side, you knew you could face anything that came your way. In the sanctuary of his embrace, his presence soothed your troubled mind, and a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the room. The weight of your insecurities and pain began to fade as you focused solely on the love between you, knowing that in this imperfect existence, you had found a love that was flawless.

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[asthmatic-artz]

His Theme, Her Dream. (Giorno Giovanna)

➜ Childhood friends torn apart, when they reunite, someone tries to stop their dreams from coming true.

➜ Prince! Giorno Giovanna x Reader

➜ class difference, bullying, attempted murder, jealously, slight obsession.

➜Hiii, I hope you enjoy my first fanfic! I have two more planned! But I hope you like this one!

"Hey Giorno…"

"Yea n/n?"

Two children sat on the pier, looking out into the beautiful ocean. A shooting star passed by, prompting a conversation.

"If I tell you my wish, promise you won't laugh at it?.."

"Why would I laugh? Go ahead!"

A small sigh was let out before the young (h/c) girl laid her head on his shoulder.

"When we grow up, I want to be a pretty princess…and…" She trailed off.

"Huh? I can't hear you."

"...I said I want you to be my prince…"

It was silent for a bit before the young male broke out into giggles, earning a playful shove from his counterpart.

"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh at it!"

His laughs finally subsided and he pulled her back on his shoulder.

"No…it's funny…"

"Because that's my wish too.."

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"Didn't think this would be how we see each other again..sucks to be you."

You stared in silence as you stood across from your childhood bully.

Today was supposed to be a special day. Being chosen as one of the suitors for the Queen's Sons.

But of course life finds a way to fuck you over in the end.

Ariana and you were both from a smaller village on the outskirts of the kingdom called Atria. It was a beautiful town filled with flowers and beautiful scenery that made for a great vacation spot. It was rare when the royal Court came here as barely anything happened in your small village.

So you were surprised when King Brando herself entered the town and handpicked women he deemed good enough to be his son's suitors.

He was surprisingly nicer than legends had led on. He examined you, coming up upon you while you were sewing a dress for your mother. He demanded that you come with him and you were going to resist but your mother urged you on with a smile.

But that's beside the point. The main issue was Ariana.

She made it her life's mission to make your life a living hell ever since you were young. She would trip you up, pour dye on your dresses, destroy displays you've made for the village, tease you until you cry, make your friends leave you. Anything you could think of she would do to you just because she saw herself as higher.

Ariana was the daughter of a wealthy noble who moved to the capital, and routinely sent money back to his daughter. She was a spiteful Ravenette with blue eyes and had an attitude as if she was better than everyone else.

You were not expecting her to be here. Well, kinda.

You knew her daddy dearest was gonna work some magic so she could be one of the ones chosen.

She was about to say something else before the other girls came in.

You glanced around and noticed that there were a total of 4 other girls besides you and Ariana. One of them you knew already as she was your only friend left. Her name was Trish Una, a kind pink haired girl coming from the capital, with her dad being one of the many royal advisors underneath King Brando.

The other three were huddled around Ariana so you were assuming they all knew each other.

Fucking great. Not only did you have to Ariana and her bullshit, but three others who were gonna follow in her fucking foosteps.

Following behind them was King Brando.

He was a blonde with fierce red eyes, he was built nicely and was tall as hell. It was a rare think for him to suddenly hold this suitor selection for his son. But you assumed it was because he wanted to prepare his son for the throne.

Behind him was Enrico Pucci, his right hand man and the top Priest of the land.

He was a male with Grey hair with dark brown eyes. He had a kind expression on his face as he gave a gentle wave to you all.

He held different tiaras in his arms, all of them were the same except one.

You watched as he went around and placed them all on the others in their hands before coming to you and placing the last one in your hands.

Glancing around you quickly noticed something.

Yours was the only different one.

'Great, mine is the only different one. fuck me…'

"Lift your head up." You listened and were met with the stern face of the king.

He took the tiara from you hand and placed the jewelry on your head and began to speak.

"Attention ladies. You all with silver crowns are ladies in waiting." He then gestures to you.

"The golden tiara represents the one that has been chosen as the next princess and possibly future Queen. The one to continue my legacy with my son."

There was a chorus of gasps, quickly followed by murmuring and whispers.

Ariana glared at you with seething hatred in her eyes.

You however, were about to shit bricks. This woman basically just put a bounty on your head. Why were you chosen?! There were plenty of other girls here that were more capable than you.

You wanted to curl up and cry, but you couldn't as the woman was now leading you away to go and meet the princes.

"HOWEVER" The kings loud booming voice cut through the murmurs and whispers.

"One can easily lose their spot if I deem you unworthy. And trust me I can do it as easily as I gave it to you."

Great. So now you basically have a big ass bounty on your head. Because with that announcement you could feel the sets of eyes on you.

You knew they would do just about anything to steal that crown from you.

Your luck just couldn't have gotten any better.

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You were waiting in a pretty bedroom that you were told would be the room you shared with your future prince to be.

You were nervous beyond belief.

You didn't know what to expect from the future king but you couldn't help be afraid. What if he didn't like you? What if you did something to piss him off and he would have your title stripped away or worse!?

You heard rumors about how fierce he was, following in his fathers. footsteps. He was a force to be reckoned with, and if he was anything like his father.

Your life meant little. He would easily cast you to the dungeon to die.

You were terrified,your mind was racing. Were you even good enough??? What if you didn't do something right???

Why you??

So many things were running through your heard that you didn't realize the door had opened.

"Y/n?"

Your heard a soft, familiar call of your name and your eyes widened. A voice you hadn't heard since your childhood rung in your ears as memories replayed in your head.

"Gio..?"

There in the doorway, looking way different from how he used to was the Prince.

Or rather…

Your childhood bestfriend, Giorno Giovanna.

When you were younger, you had met Giorno when he had jet black hair.

He was a shy and timid boy, living with his mother in the village of Atria. Giorno was always around you, protecting you from harm's way even if he ended up harming himself. He would stop Ariana's harsh bullying and even stuck up for you when someone placed the blame on you.

He would spend nights at the dock, looking up to the stars and dreaming of the future.

So how in the hell did he end up being the prince?!

You shot up from your spot and ran up to him pulling him into a hug. You let out an excited noise and swayed him side to side.

Giorno let out an excited chuckle as he followed in your motions, gripping you as if you were going to disappear if he let go.

The two of you stood their in silence until Giorno pulled away finally, a bright grin on his face, sparkles in his emerald green eyes.

"You look…" He starts, moving his hands down to grab yours."..amazing.." He says finally pulling away and holding your hands.

"Didn't think we would meet like this…"

He chuckles before smirking a bit. "Guess your wish is about to come true, My Princess.." You blushed in embarrassment, playfully smacking his arm. He only laughed at your action.

"Shush! You still remember that?"

Giorno nodded, his gaze softening,

"How could I forget…."

He moved one of his hands underneath your chin to meet your gaze.

"It's when I fell in love…" He stated before placing his soft, plump lips against yours.

Your eyes widened but slowly fluttered closed as Giorno pulled you closer into his arms.

Giorno pulled away with a lovesick expression on his face, "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment.."

He pulled away slightly. "When I found out my dad was the king, I wanted to run and tell you immediately. But my mom shipped me off quickly, not wanting to deal with me anymore and used that as an excuse to get rid of me." He says, his gaze moving to the floor.

"I didn't know if I was ever gonna see you again.." He expresses gripping your hands tightly.

You look up into his eyes, you swear you could see Hearts in them as he spoke again.

"I will keep my promise to you, (n/n)"

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You should've expected this.

None of the other ladies in waiting would talk to you.

None of them.

They all glared at you with distasteful looks. Their eyes were filled with jealousy and hate. They looked like if you had just stolen all the men in the damned country and left them none.

But it wasn't like there wasn't other princes. You knew there were alot more!

Hell ever Giorno's advisors were really attractive!

There was Mista, He was just like Giorno, calculated in the way he did things, he often helped Giorno out with things in the kingdom, guiding him with the instructions his father gave. He also had a weird fear of the number four that cause him to actively avoid the other girls when their were huddled together. Giorno said it was just a superstition he had.

Then there was Narancia and Fugo. Narancia was another of Giorno's friends from the Village and he wanted to help him up, and Fugo was brought in by King Brando to be alongside Narancia.

Narancia was a sweetheart, he was a breath of fresh air in this palace when everyone was so serious and scary.

Fugo was a bit cold at first, but when you started to come around more he warmed up to you and treated you like a sister.

And lastly their was Leone and Bruno. The two of them were a pair and were older than you all. They assisted Giorno whenever he had to go out of the Kingdom to visit his relatives over in the Joestar Kingdom. Bruno was a gentle soul and Leone was just like Fugo, he had to warm up to you. But nowadays you find yourself going to them when you have a problem.

But when not around Giorno, you found yourself spending time with Trish. The two of you were catching up as the only time you got to see her is when you would go to the capital for your mother's medicine. She was worried for you though. She didn't like the way that Ariana and the others were always watching you. Glaring at you as if they were plotting something against you.

You told Trish not to worry about it, and that you would keep your eyes peeled for any sneaky shit that they tried.

I mean you were the jewel of the palace, as King Brando so affectionately referred to you as. You were close to the King as well, sometimes having book reading sessions with him when not attending to your duties with Pucci.

Maybe that would explain why they "hated" you-

"Hey you!"

Your eyes widened as you saw Ariana, Melissa, Uko and Hera all standing there. You froze for a bit.

"We're talking to you!"

You quickly turned on your heels to go back the way that you came.

"Don't run now!"

You heard multiple footsteps come up behind you before you felt hands on your back.

"HEY SKANK ANSWER US WHEN WERE TALKING TO YOU"

You were shoved harshly and grabbed by the arms.

"W-wait huh? Guys what is going on?!?"

Ariana sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "Oh shut it. You're gonna spend some time with us. Since you forgot, we are your ladies in waiting" She said with a sickly sweet tone.

You were dragged into an empty room that was closed off.

They threw you to the floor and circled around you.

"You think you're better than the rest of us just because you're set to marry Giorno?!" Ariana yelled before taking her foot and stomping down on your arm.

You cry out in pain, trying to move but the others were holding you down by your hands and legs. They all laughed at your pain, only taunting your please for them to stop

"Not only that, you're around here hanging out with the others…knowing that they are ours!!" Ariana brought her foot down in the same spot multiple times. Your cries were being masked by the laughing and giggling at the pain being inflicted on you.

Ariana scoffed at your weakened state before beckoning Melissa over.

"Hey you. Hand me that stick over there."

The stick in question was a cane, one that you've seen King Brando walk with whenever he had business outside the castle

Ariana picked it up and smirked down at you. "I'm going to hit you until I feel like it's a good time to stop. Maybe then you’ll learn that common trash like you doesn't belong in the castle ."

You didn't even have time to respond before you were hit in the stomach with the cane.

You screamed in pain as she continues to bring the cane down on you. She repeatedly swung the cane down onto your stomach not caring about the desperate pleas you let out.

The other three just simply looked down at you. This was their revenge against you.

Ariana chuckled before lining up the cane with your head before bending down to your level.

"I hope you enjoyed your time as princess…" She started as she wound back.

"..Because it's over…"

The last thing you heard was a sickening Crack before it all went dark.

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"GioGio!"

Giorno hopped down out his mother's arms and ran over to his best friend, capturing her in his arms.

He could hear his mother's voice as she told him. "Be back before dark.."

He nodded and grabbed the (h/c) girls hand and ran over to the flower field.

The two of them flopped down into the flowers, just taking in each other's presence.

The silence was comforting, knowing that their friend was right beside them.

"I wanna be with you forever, (n/n)..."

The (h/c) girl smiled as she looked over at her friend

"I wanna be with your forever too, GioGio.."

Forever and Always…

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"Giorno."

"Giorno!"

"GIORNO GIOVANNA!"

The male snapped out his daydream, looking over to a concerned Trisha and Mista.

"You seen (Y/n)?" Mista asked first then Trish spoke name

"She was supposed to meet me outside in the courtyard! I was gonna help her pick out her wedding dress!”

Giorno paused, he'd nearly forgotten that his coronation was in two days.

He would take over for his father so that could relax in his older years, not that his father would listen to that anyways…

Not only that, he would finally be able to marry his childhood sweetheart, and fulfill the wish that they made years ago.

"No, Pucci said it was her free day today, so she was doing her own thing."

Giorno stood up, "She might be in her room, let's go check. She usually gets caught up in reading the books my Father recommends"

Giorno led Trisha and Mista down the hallway.

He was nervous as all hell. He finally got to marry you! Fulfilling the childish promise from those years ago.

He wanted to be the best for you, he wanted nothing but the best for you.

"Y/n? Trish was wait-"

The Prince stopped mid sentence.

Your room was a mess, stuff was flung everywhere and things were destroyed. And most importantly..

You were missing.

Giorno rushed in, Mista and Trisha quickly followed behind.

"Quick!! Someone tell Father that My Wife is missing!!"

The two quickly turned to go and do as their friend/prince ordered.

Giorno began to search around your room for anything that would give clues to where you could've been taken.

The poor male has not felt such panic since his younger years and he hated the feeling. He couldn't lose you when he was so close to completing his dream with you!

He began searching through your books before finding a letter that slipped out from a book.

Picking it up, he saw that it was a letter, or better yet, a page from a diary or notebook.

When he read the page, he could feel his blood boil.

Dear Diary,

Ariana and the others have been being extremely rude to me recently. They keep whispering about some plan they were going to enact soon.

I'm trying my best to stay close to Trish but she has her own duties as one of my ladies in waiting.

And I cannot burden Giorno to King Brando with this.

I hope that this will come to pass.

Y/n Giovanna.

Future Princess of the Brando Kingdom.

Giorno felt his heart drop to his stomach. You were being bullied again and this time..

He wasn't there to protect you.

The blonde took off out the room running down the hall with the paper, you on his mind.

He needed to find you, he need to know you were okay.

He burst into the throne room where Mista and Trish were informing his father of the situation.

"Giorno-"

"Ariana. Her and the others. They did something to-"

"YOUR HIGHNESS!"

They all look to the entrance to as Mariah, one of the only female advisors his father had came running in.

"There's a body in the storage closet!"

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"Miss Giovanna,"

A woman turns to see a small (h/c) girl staring up at her with a flower crown in her hands.

"What child?"

"Is Giorno home?"

The woman scoffed before snatching the flower crown out to the young girls hands.

"No. And he's not ever coming back. So don't come back to my home again. Brat."

The young girl watches as the woman stomps on the flower crown. Ignoring the cries of the young girl for her to stop.

She then picked it up and threw it.

The young (h/c) girl ran over to the crown and picked it up, it was dirty and torn, ruined now.

She looked up to the late night sky as tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Y-you said you weren't going to leave me behind, Giorno!"

She fell to her knees, sobbing softly.

"You promised!!"

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You were in pain, your body was aching all over and you felt sticky blood on your forehead, a cool rag gliding across your forehead.

"God Y/n…you need to wake up…" It was Trish, concern and worry laced in her voice.

You used all your energy to raise your hand and placed it on hers.

Trish stopped wiping your forehead. And quickly grabbed your hand "Y/n?!?"

Your slowly cracked your eyes open and looked up at the pink haired girl. You gave a weak smile and she got up and ran out of the room.

"Giorno! She's awake!!"

You could heard another pair of rapid footsteps coming towards the room and coming up to your bedside.

"(N/n)!" He gently puts his hands on either side of your cheeks and places a soft kiss on your lips.

Giorno had tears smiling streaming down his face, he kept kissing your lips as if you were about to disappear.

"Y-you're okay…you're okay…" He mumbles as he looks at you.

You slowly reach your hands up to place them on his cheek.

"I-im just hurting Giorno…but I'm aliv-" Giorno hugged you tightly, your eyes widened as you felt a wet sensation on your shoulder.

He was crying.

“Giorno are you-“

“I almost fucking lost you again.” He said blankly, before finally letting you go.

“I almost lost you because someone else was jealous of what we had….someone who used to bully and harm us..” Giorno sighed softly before he left your side.

“I’m going to handle this. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.

You watched as he left your room and you felt scared for a bit, then you realized. You were the future princess, they harmed you out of jealous. Just because you were close to the prince.

A part of you felt bad for what was about to come to them.

But another sick and twisted part wanted to see all what they had done to you, done back to them.

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It was quiet as Ariana and the others returned from their outing with Hol Horse. Ariana held a smirk on her face. Her plan was working. Once you disappeared, the King would force Giorno to pick someone else to be his bride and she would get what she wanted all along,

“Ah, to think the wimpy little boy from childhood would become king?” She says and Mira raises an eyebrow. “You knew the prince before hand?”

____________________________________________

Ariana nodded. “Oh yeah. He was a little bitch along side (y/n)”

She said while walking, chuckling afterwards.

"Besides, ain't nothing he can do if his daddy picks me-"

"Oh? Really?"

The group freezes as they turn to see King Brando standing there with Giorno at his side.

"Is this the same one, Son?"

"Yes. She is the one who bullied me and My wife. She's the one who injured her as badly as she did."

The King smirked as he snapped his fingers.

A couple of guards grabbed the girls by their arms as he walked up to Ariana.

"Now, it's time for you to feel the pain that you inflicted."

He backs away as Giorno approaches her with the same weapon she used on you.

"Say goodbye."

Bells were chiming as you were being twirled around in Giorno’s arms. His original pink suit traded out for a white vers.

You let a chorus of giggles as Giorno placed a flurry of kisses on your cheek.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yes Giorno?”

“How does it feel to see our dream come true?”

You chuckle at that as he sets you down on the ground.

"It feels wonderful,my prince.."

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#jjba #jjba x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x you #giorno x y/n #jjba vento auero

[kougiri]

You know how giorno doesn't like repeating himself? Yeah- how bout that in bed? Sub gio😍

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Sub Giorno? Hmm..I suppose I can do that. He's aged up. Thank you for stopping by to ask for an order.

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Content warning: nsfw

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Say it again, Amore.

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◈ The fact that Giorno doesn't really like repeating his words changes in different situations. Depends on what you'll say normally. Although if you do want him to repeat his words, just say so and he'll repeat them. Well, if you break him enough to make him repeat without you saying so, then that's your key.

◈ Pumping your fingers inside him, you breathe on his neck. Your head resting on his nape, one arm hanging on his waist. Your fingers pumping in and out slowly and oh-so-gently whatsoever. whispering sweet things to him every time.

◈ "Amor,.please.." he whispers, begging you to go slightly faster and to put more pressure. You glance at him before opening your mouth "Say it again." You said as he whines at your response. "Say it again, Amore." you pursued him, stopping your finger's movements as he tears up a bit.

◈ "Please.." he repeats as you smile and suck on his neck, pumping your fingers faster and putting more pressure to please him as a reward.

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ jojo's bizarre adventure - giorno giovanna. 🏳️‍🌈

like or reblog if you save/use.

#jojo #pridemth #pride month #lesbian #lesbian pride #lesbian rights #jojo icons #jojo bizzare #jojo bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba icons #jjba giorno #giorno #giorno icons #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #giorno x y/n #giorno x you #anime layouts #anime icons #manga icons #animes layouts #twitter layouts #manga layouts #anime packs #anime icon

[gaybitchfx]

Can you do Fugo, gio, and mista x male reader (all of them are separate)

Reader just says the most stupid things at the most random times, reader says the first thing that comes to his mind, the things he says are so stupid they actually become funny

Character(s): Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mitsa

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

Sometimes Fugo has to contain himself from laughing at the things you would say

But again, most of the things you accidentally blurt out pisses him off since there’s a place and time for that but eh not much he can do about it

You’re so clueless to the things you say, not realizing how stupid it is which makes it funny to Fugo

He’d chuckle and give your head a small pat before smacking the back of your head which would leave you rolling on the ground in pain asking what you did wrong

Giorno doesn’t mind what you say since it’s always funny but stupid at the same time

That’s one of the things he likes about you, you aren’t afraid to say the first thing that comes to mind even if it’s the stupidest question 

(He finds it pretty cute but only he knows that)

He does correct what you say and does give advice to you about the things you say and makes it sound more logical

Mista always laughs at the things you say 

Yeah, the things you say are stupid but they’re so damn funny he can’t help himself burst out in laughter

Even if you’re both in a serious situation he’d laugh like a hyena 

But Mista does make sure you don’t say or ask anything too stupid that’ll get yourself killed.

#fugo pannacotta #Fugo x male reader #fugo x reader #Fugo x you #Fugo fluff #giorno giovanna #Giorno x male reader #giorno x reader #Giorno x you #Giorno fluff #mista guido #Mista x male reader #mista x reader #Mista x you #Mista fluff #jojo bizzare adventure

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

JJBA men thinking of you while masturbating

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Characters: Jotaro Kujo / Bruno Bucciaratti / Josuke Higashikata / Rohan Kishibe / Giorno Giovanna x female reader

Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex (blowjobs, penetrative sex), slight exhibitionism, voyeurism (Josuke’s part)

Notes: All underage characters aged up of course. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro is used to being the one pined over, the one admired, turning people’s heads, the constant touch of careful hands, being adored for his sheer height and width.

What he isn’t used to, however, is being the admirer.

Since he’s laid his eyes on you, he got to know the feeling. He didn’t even realize it at first. Of course, he wants to study with you, and naturally, he wants your opinion on the latest seminar paper he has written, certainly, he wants to help you with your work. You’re his fellow student, his friend.

But when Jotaro used his stand to stop the time for just a few seconds, to freeze the sweet smile on your face as you looked at him, eyes bright and glowing, to just observe you longer like this, he realized that maybe, you’re not just his friend. Maybe, you mean more to him.

And as he sits in the library now, unable to focus on his laptop screen in front of him, he turns his head to look at you. And he’s sure; you’re not just his friend.

He can see the subtle shadow under your eyes, the way your eyelids seem too heavy, and your disheveled hair. Something tears at his very heart when he gazes at you.

You turn your head, shooting him a tired, nonetheless, sweet smile.

“Could you look at this?” You ask him, pointing at your laptop.

Jotaro nods, scooting closer to you with his chair. 

The lack of proximity makes it hard for him to concentrate on the words before him, let alone your voice as you try to explain your work. He hums here and there, his eyes taking in the words, his brain not comprehending the meaning.

He can smell your scent, your subtle and sweet perfume. He feels your heat on his skin. Jotaro slightly turns his head. You’re so close, he can see every pore of your skin, your lashes, the distinct color of your eyes, and the gentle sweep of your nose. He swallows hard against the dryness of his mouth. 

You turn your head, slightly rising your eyebrows, your gaze locking with his. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, his desire for you flaring hot in his chest. His head dips forward automatically, every cell of his urging him to lock his lips with yours.

His chair nearly falls over as he stands up abruptly. 

“What are you doing?” You ask perplexed.

Jotaro ignores you. He can’t face you like this.

The library is almost vacant. He moves along the high shelves until his breathing has normalized a bit. 

He leans against one of the shelves, trying desperately to ignore the way his blood runs hotly through his veins, the way it rushes down his body. 

It’s palpable, the way he longs for you, the way he yearns to touch you. His half-hardened dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it.

He buries his face in his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness. Memories of you flood his mind; your shining lips, your bright eyes, your scent.

His head falls back against the books on the shelf, his hands dangling feebly on his side. Jotaro can’t seem to get ahold of himself. His mind is racing, he sees you, putting up your hair, exposing your slender neck, he sees you, sitting next to him, your short dress riding up your thighs. 

It seems like the rational part of his brain stopped functioning. He’s not even fully aware of what he’s doing, so caught up with thinking of you, until a little sigh drips from his lips. 

He looks down, seeing his dick straining noticeably against his pants, his hand palming him through his trousers. 

His face flushes hot, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. No one is around, he assures himself once more. 

It has no use stopping now. 

Hurriedly, he tugs down his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, right into his grip. He hisses at the drag of his palm along his dick. It feels so good. The slight possibility of getting caught only heightens his lust. 

He watches his fist drag along his length, taking in the bead of pre-cum dropping along his shaft, easing the glide of his hand. 

He thinks about your thighs again, how soft they would feel as he’d let his large hands smooth along them, and what he would find when you spread them for him. 

His head tips back against the shelf, his eyes fluttering shut as he slightly increases his pace. He imagines your glistening pussy, dripping for him. He’d sink his long, thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them until he has you whimpering and whining, begging for him to finally fuck you.

Jotaro can practically see your expression; your doe-eyes peering at him, your lips parted, your body trembling. A low groan rips past his chest, his fist squeezing his cock just a little tighter.

He pictures you, sitting atop of him, your delicate hands pressing against his chest as you lower yourself on his dick, slowly taking him in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he fills you up completely. He would watch your pretty tits bouncing with every move of yours, and the beautiful, lust-drunk expression on your face. 

His hips stutter forward into his fist as he imagines rutting into you, holding your hips so tightly as he fucks up into you. He can practically hear your moans, your sweet, whiny whimpers, and the way his skin slaps against yours. 

Jotaro increases the pace of his hand, concentrating on his sensitive tip, a strained gasp falling from his parted lips. 

He imagines you cumming, his name drops from your lips, drawn out into a delirious moan. He can almost feel it; the way your pussy would spasm around his throbbing dick, practically urging him to spill his seed into you. 

A string of curses leave his lips, his hips stuttering into his hand once more before he cums. He jerks through his orgasm, a spurt of cum dripping down his dick, onto his hand, with each hurried stroke. He thinks about rolling his hips into you, letting your pussy milk him dry as a mess of your slick and his cum runs down your thighs. 

He shallowly thrusts into his fist until he’s hissing from overstimulation. His heavy eyes flutter open, his heart racing in his heaving chest as his gaze drops.

A strained sigh drops from his lips as he takes in his messy hand holding his weeping length. Slowly, he comes back down to earth, realizing what he’s just done. 

His head snaps in the direction where you’re probably sitting, hopefully, still staring at your laptop screen. And Jotaro just stands here, a few meters away, his released emotions for you tainting his hand. 

Bruno Bucciaratti

It’s obvious that you’re new on the job. Bruno doesn’t notice this solely because he’s a regular at the restaurant and hasn’t seen you before. 

Rather, it is the way you fail to see the subtle signs the guests give you, asking for the check or mixing up orders one too many times.

You’re the new waitress. And until now you don’t do a great job. 

It’s obvious that you’re stressed, evident from the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your cheeks glow. A wave of sympathy washes over Bucciaratti as he watches you rush around the restaurant. And he feels something more, a little tug in his chest because you just look so unbelievably cute while doing that. 

He’s not even mad that he already had to wait so long for you to finally bring him his wine. Because when you do, he can look at you from up close, observing your delicate fingers place the wine glass on his table, watching the loose strands of hair hanging into your face. 

And when he thanks you, the smile you give him makes the minutes worth the wait. 

His eyes hang onto your body as he watches you retreat. He’s glad that his fellow gang members aren’t here right now because they surely would tease him for being a pervert or something. But he just can’t help himself, his eyes greedily glide along your silhouette. 

Bruno takes a sip of his wine, trying to cool down the hotness rushing through his body. 

He orders his second glass and he’s not sure if he just flatters himself, but he’s pretty sure that you pay particular attention to him. Or maybe he’s just deluding himself. 

When you walk towards him, his eyes cling to your waist and the way your trousers hug you so right. You look amazing; even when you’re stressed. 

He breathes in your scent when you lean closer to him, basking in the feeling of your warmth.

The clang of the glass rudely rips him out of his thoughts. 

Seems like you’re not only incredibly gorgeous but also incredibly clumsy. 

The wine leaks over the table, staining the white tablecloth red and spilling all over his pants. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” The panic in your voice is palpable. 

“Don’t worry,” he tries to soothe you. 

He watches your eyes nervously flickering over the mess you made before they lock with his.

You look at him with so much gratitude because he doesn’t make a big scene. His heart flutters in his chest.

You quickly take ahold of a napkin, dabbing it on his trousers, trying to let the fabric soak up the liquid. 

You’re so close, bending down, granting him an intimate look right on your cleavage. Bruno swallows hard, reluctantly averting his gaze. 

He can barely hear you muttering your apologies. He just tries to stay calm, to think of anything other than your hand smoothing along his thigh, rubbing over his stained trousers. 

The motion just makes a flood of sinful associations enter his mind. He can practically feel his face growing hot. 

Abruptly he gets up. You look at him startled.

“Sorry did I-“

“I’m just going to clean myself up, no worries really,” he adds, unable to bear the way you gaze at him.

The stain is big, bright red, clearly noticeable on his white trousers. The soap and water he applies have no use in helping it whatsoever. 

He doesn’t even care, his mind is somewhere else anyway. 

Bruno just can’t get over the way you looked up at him, the lack of proximity you two found yourself in, and the way you were practically kneeling in front of him. He can only think about you doing other things in that position.

A long sigh escapes his mouth. He surrenders, stopping to take care of his stain. His head falls against the closed bathroom door and he allows himself to let his desires take hold of his body and mind. 

His dick strains hard against his pants as he sees you in front of him again, kneeling, with those doe eyes peering up at him. 

He frees his cock from the confinement of his pants, wrapping his hand tightly around his girth. Bruno hisses quietly, dragging his hand along his throbbing length, imagining it is your hand wrapped around him instead. 

He visualizes your hand pumping into his swollen head, the way his cock would look so big in comparison. A low gasp drops from his lips as a bead of pre-cum drips down his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand. 

His head tips back against the door, thinking about you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him as your delicate hand strokes his cock. 

The pace of his hurried hand increases, as he envisions you taking him into your mouth, softly sucking on his flushed tip, your eyes peering up at him obediently. He bites back a low whine.

He sees your beautiful face in front of him; your glowing face, your starry eyes, as you take all of him inside of your pretty mouth. His hands would thread through your hair, holding you, feeling the restriction of your tight throat. And then you would follow his guidance, bobbing your head just how he likes it.

Bruno groans quietly. “Just like that,” he mutters, pumping hurriedly into his swollen head. 

He can clearly see you in his mind, those unbelievable eyes staring up at him, tears spilling over as he ruts into the wet, soft heat of your mouth. His hips involuntarily rut forward into his fist. 

A low whine slips past his lips, which he has no control over. He practically feels your swollen lips wrapped around him.

His hips stutter forward into his hands, two, three times before he tips over the edge. His orgasm washes over him, his thighs tensing, breathing erratic. 

Bucciaratti jerks through his orgasm, panting hard, imagining his dick pulsing in your mouth, his cum landing on your awaiting tongue as you swallow everything that he gives you. 

Then he’d pull out, letting his hot spurts of cum land on your beautiful face, mixing in with your spit, dripping down your chin, your cheeks. He groans desperately, seeing your messy face, your lips parted, opening your mouth eagerly for him, glassy eyes staring up at him obediently as he paints your face white. 

His fist pumps into his swollen tip until he hisses from the overstimulation. Only then he slowly opens his eyes, taking in his soiled hand.

This mess may compete with the one you spilled on his table. 

Josuke Higashikata

Sometimes Josuke really has to wonder if you do it on purpose. Can you really be that unaware of your surroundings, this clueless?

It isn’t the first time he has watched you like this. Far from it actually. 

Since you’ve moved into the house right next to his, you made a habit of getting undressed, late in the evening or night, your light illuminating the room, leaving little room for imagination. 

You haven’t invested in any kind of curtains yet and your lucky neighbor hopes you never will.

It has kind of become a habit of his, watching you through his dark windows, careful that you don’t notice him. And you never do.

Josuke observes how you lose your sweater first, followed by the top you were wearing underneath. He sucks in a little breath when he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He can clearly see the outline of your bare breast, the way they softly jiggle as you throw the top somewhere.

Blood rushes down his body as his eyes greedily glide along your exposed upper body, your beautiful tits, your soft tummy, and your waist. He swallows against the dryness of his mouth, desperately hoping that one day he could be the one undressing you.

You open your jeans now, letting them plummet on the floor before stepping out of them. You bent over, picking them up to fold them away. 

Fortunately for him, this gives him a perfect view of your ass. He can see your pussy through your panties, squished between those perfect asscheeks. 

His heart beats violently against this ribcage, his blood running hot. He can feel it; the twitching of his hardened cock. 

What he would give to bend you over like this himself, to pull those panties to the side. Josuke pulls down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around his girth, because now his favorite part of your little routine comes; the instant he replays in his mind day and night. 

You pull down your panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor, leaving your body completely bare. You observe your own reflection in the large mirror hanging on your wall. You let your fingers run through your hair, before they glide along your sides, your gaze following them, sliding along your body.  

Josuke strokes his dick, his hungry eyes gliding along your silhouette, leaving no part unseen. You’re enticing. He could watch you like this forever. 

But he can’t. You get your kimono, tieing it around your waist as you step out of the room, switching off the light. 

Josuke sighs. He closes his eyes, still seeing your body in front of him. 

He imagines his large hands gliding along your sides, feeling your soft skin under his, grabbing, kneading your flesh. He would cup your breasts, letting his thumbs circle your nipples until they harden under his touch. 

What he would give to gaze deep into your eyes, pressing kisses along your throat, further down, sucking your nipples, hearing your voice bleeding into a soft moan. 

His hand increases his pace as he imagines dropping to his knees, smoothing his palms along your hips, grabbing your ass. 

A low whine rips past his chest as he thinks about your pretty pussy, right in front of his face. 

He would worship you, his eager lips pressing feathery kisses onto your plush thighs before letting himself allow a taste of you. He just knows you would taste so good, letting his tongue glide along your folds, teasingly, before his tongue would draw tight circles on your sensitive clit. 

Josuke imagines you bending in front of him, facing your floor-length mirror, as he slowly sinks into your sloppy pussy. 

He would watch you, your reflection, the way your expression would change with each of his slow, deep thrusts, your face glowing as you watch yourself getting fucked by him. He knows you like to watch yourself. 

He hurriedly pumps into his swollen tip, a bead of pre-cum rolling down his length, easing the glide of his eager hand. 

Josuke can practically hear your voice, your whines, and the depraved sounds of pleasure, skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your pussy as you drip all over him. He would watch his large, slick cock split you open, again and again until he has your whole body trembling.

He imagines it's your pussy wrapped so tightly around his twitching cock, not his own hand, as he fucks into his fist. His hips involuntarily stutter forward into his hand before he tips over the edge.

He groans breathlessly, a string of curses leaving his lips as he jerks himself through his orgasm. His hot cum stains his hand, dripping down his shaft as he shallowly thrusts into his fist, riding out his high. He lets go of himself, panting as he comes down from his high. 

Josuke will be there the next evening as well, waiting for you to give him his show. 

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan observes you, he practically reads your face like a book - and this without the help of Heaven’s Door.

He hates you for your obvious expression. He really does. 

You skim through his latest proposal for his manga, your delicate hands turning page after page as his green eyes hang onto your every expression.

You're strict with him and honest. Most people would probably appreciate it if their manga editor possessed such qualities. Rohan doesn’t. He hates getting told what to do. He knows he’s good. Everyone knows this. Everyone should.

Only you don’t seem to, often having suggestions or comments. He pretends like these aren’t helpful. He doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. 

Just like now, as you propose some suggestions, pointing out some inconsistencies in the story, he just listens, his eyes gazing into yours. 

“How very helpful of you, I can really count on you, my love,” he hums, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

You bite back a smile, standing up from the seat behind your desk, and making your way to him. You stand behind him now, your hands resting on his shoulders. His muscle tense under your touch. You dip down, letting your hands glide along his chest, playfully so. 

Rohan feels your breath on his neck and your heat on his skin, his nose filling up with your scent. 

“Oh, you know me, always at your service,” you breathe into his ear before you retreat. 

He composes himself, hurriedly standing up as well, saying goodbye to you as usual. He sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He fully knows, that you just enjoyed baffling him. And he can’t seem to have anything to say, that would imply that he wasn’t. 

The moment resurfaces in his mind throughout the remaining day. 

He doesn’t know why meeting you always aggravates him so much. But this time you really were too much.

Late at night, when he’s lying in his bed, he really can’t seem to shake the memory of him. It’s like he can still feel your hot breath on his neck, your soft, inviting voice. He practically feels your hands smoothing along his chest. 

Rohan desperately tries to ignore the way his dick twitches in his boxers. He has to tell himself that he doesn’t like you. Not one bit. Not at all. He tosses and turns, throwing his blanket away, and getting up to get himself some water.

It doesn’t help. He sits at the edge of his bed, looking down at his hardened cock showing through his boxers. 

Every minute he doesn’t do anything, his longing for pleasure, for release, seems to heighten until he’s unable to hold back anymore.

Rohan tugs down his boxers, letting his cock spring into his grip. The first, slow drag of his palm along his length elicits him a gasp of relief. He lowers his gaze, watching as he drags his fist up and down his cock. 

His mind is somewhere entirely else. 

He thinks about you. About your hands on his chest, about your scent, about your sweet, honeyed voice. 

He imagines you’re here in the room with him, that it was your hand that is dragging along his weeping length. 

Rohan envisions you kneeling in front of him, your eyes peering up at him curiously before you wrap your plush lips around him. You’d look so good with hollowed cheeks and obedient eyes, bobbing your head.

“Just like that,” he mumbles. His grip grew a little tighter with each pump of his hand.

He visualizes his hand threading through your hair, pushing you to take more of him. He yearns to see tears spill from your eyes, he wants you to gag on his cock. 

“Nothing to say now, huh?” He mumbles deliriously, lost in his fantasy.

He pretends it's your mouth and throat he’s fucking into, not his own hand. A breathless moan pulled from his chest, and another bead of pre-cum dripped down his cock to ease the glide of his hurried hand. 

He can feel his impending orgasm, the way the knot in his stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with each harsh stroke of his hand.

A desperate groan falls from his mouth when he imagines your glassy eyes peering up at him. He envisions slipping his cock out of your mouth, and how you would loll out your tongue for him.

“You want that? Want me to cum all over that pretty face of yours, huh?” His voice is breathless, strained. 

A low whine rips past his chest as he practically hears your whiny, desperate “Yes.”

He cums, a drawn-out moan of your name filling up the room, as his orgasm washes over him. His thighs tremble, his abdomen tensing as his hot cum paints his hand white. 

He visualizes his spurts of cum landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin and lips, mixing in with your spit, imagining you swallowing, eagerly taking all that he gives you. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, his chest heaving with his heavy pants.

Slowly he comes back into reality as his cock softens in his hand. His dick falls heavy against his thigh, as he observes the mess he made. 

Rohan swallows, muttering to himself that he really does find you annoying. But he isn’t so sure if he can still believe this now. 

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno leans against the rough bark of the tall birch, his long legs spread on the grass. He’s letting his eye wander, observing people walking their dogs, kids playing tag, and friend groups sitting in a circle on the green grass, beer in hand.

It fulfills him with contentment, with a certain tranquility when he sees all these people that are so happy, so careless, seeming so innocent and pure. He often comes here, clearing his mind, forgetting about all his duties and stress. 

And as his gaze moves from one place to another he discovers you. As his eyes rest on you, he wonders how he could’ve been caught up in observing anything other. And now that he has seen you, how could he look away?

You’re sitting on a bench not far from him, a book in your delicate hands. Hair falls into your face, softly swaying in the breeze. He notices the corners of your eyes crinkling as you try to make out the sentences in the bright sunlight.

After a few minutes, it seems like you have given up, placing the book next to you on the bench. Your eyes fall close, soaking up the sun.

And Giorno just watches you; angling your face towards the sun, discarded book next to you, the soft breeze playing with your hair.  

He doesn’t know why he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. It calms him in a way that is hard to describe, to see you comfortable in your skin, with no trace of stress or worry painted on your face, falling into the moment, appreciating it. It touches something deep within himself. 

Giorno is mostly surrounded by hard, harsh people. Men that have killed, and will do so again. 

It’s refreshing to look at you, it makes his skin feel warmer than the sun shining upon it.

He doesn’t know how to approach you, he’s not even sure if he should. He picks up a blade of grass, letting his stand metamorphose it into a butterfly. 

The little insect reels through the air, heading for you. 

You don’t notice it until it lands on the tip of your nose. Your eyes open languidly. They grow wider as they take in the butterfly right before them.

It takes off again, fluttering a few centimeters in front of your face. Giorno watches you laugh out of surprise, your smile shining brighter than the afternoon sun.

You stretch out your hand, the butterfly landing on your finger, sitting still. The wonder in your eyes as you observe it from up close makes his heart flutter, just like the butterfly’s wings. He’s entranced, his eyes hanging onto you until you go.

And when he is back in his home, after talking to some of his subordinates, after feeling the stress and his responsibility resting on his shoulders anew he wishes he could see you. To let his gaze travel along your features, to feel this tenderness washing over himself again. 

He leans back in his chair behind his desk, picturing you. How your eyes widened in surprise upon gazing at the butterfly, how your delicate hand waved through the air, how your skin glowed in the sun. 

Giorno can’t help wondering how soft your skin would feel against his lips, imagining kissing your shut eyes, pressing feathery kisses onto every centimeter of your face until his ears pick up your soft giggles. He would pull away, his nose nearly touching yours, his hands cradling your cheeks, watching the creases at the corner of your eyes deepening. 

This is harmless. This is okay. 

But his mind can’t stop running. He can’t stop his thoughts from wandering, from imagining himself pressing tender kisses along your jaw, your throat, along your breasts. 

He thinks about taking your nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, noticing your breath deepening, his other hand kneading your other breast.

Giorno gulps, his blood rushing down his body. He imagines moving further down, a trail of kisses along your waist, your stomach, along your thighs.

His breath hitches, feeling his dick straining against his pants. He wonders how your pussy would look, how sweet you would taste, as his tongue laps at your folds. 

His chest burns with desire, his cheeks hot as he just can’t shake these thoughts off.

Reluctantly, he gives in to his urges. He tugs down his pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around his hardened cock. 

His head rests against his chair. His eyes drifted shut, to visualize you more clearly. He sees you in front of him, your unbelievable eyes staring up at him, slightly widening as he sinks into your wet pussy, his cock being encompassed by your warm, tight walls. A sigh drops from his lips.

His thumb swipes across his slit, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Slowly, he starts to drag his hand along his length, pumping into his swollen tip, before repeating the gesture. With each pass, his grip grows a little bit tighter, and his fantasies a little dirtier. 

He imagines it's your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his cock, not his own hand. He pictures your every expression, your eyes darkening, your cheeks burning, your plush lips dropping open, releasing sweet moans and whimpers. 

Giorno wants to see you tremble, wants to see you fall apart underneath him, because of him. He mimics the slow and deliberate thrust with his hand, before increasing his pace. A drawn out, breathless moan escapes his parted lips.

He yearns to see the surprised look in your eyes, the little frown on your face, as he throws your legs over his shoulders, thrusting even deeper into you. 

He would fuck you until you quiver underneath him, until your voice is hoarse until you can’t see straight, until you’re a mess, gushing all over his cock. He would fuck you until you’re satisfied. 

Only then he’ll let himself succumb. A groan rips past his heaving chest as he imagines your pussy clenching down on him greedily, urging him to spill every drop of his hot cum deep within you. 

With that thought in his mind, with him envisioning your sloppy pussy fluttering around his dick, he cums. A groan drops from his lips, his fist squeezing a little tighter, concentrating on his swollen tip as his orgasm washes over him.

He envisions himself buried deep inside of you, his cock throbbing with each rope of hot cum he fills you up with.

Shallowly he rides out his high, his body twitching helplessly as his ropes of creamy cum drip down his thick shaft and onto his hand, imagining your pussy milking him dry.

He’s breathless, his chest heaving with pants, as he lets go of himself. His gaze drops onto his soiled hand. 

Giorno wonders how such a sweet and tender thing as you could lead him to do such lascivious things. 

©sweetdreamlandstuff

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[ophelian-darling]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings. 

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side. 

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love. 

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do. 

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?! 

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart. 

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster. 

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you. 

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl! 

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love! 

- How annoying you are. 

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they? 

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave. 

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[nicherayyy]

Different anon, but what about bucci gang with a child! South Park! Reader? Abbachio gonna need a lot of wine.

literally Abbachio's personal hell

TW: average South Park experience

Bucci Gang x South Park! Child Reader

Okay so we already know how La Squadra would react

But Bucci Gang? Ohhh, another story

Bless Bruno's heart to be honest

He tries his best just to not lose his shit around you

He's managing

Well, somehow

Bruno just wants you to have a normal childhood :(

And your stories back from South Park

Let's just say he wasn't impressed

More like concerned about your mental health

A cuss word is a big no in this house

(Well, unless Bruno can't hear you)

Your cussing problem is his second biggest issue with you

"SHIT"

"LANGUAGE"

But he's patient with you. As much as he can be.

But Leone is not that patient

First it was type of "why would we take another child into the team" shock, then it was "how are you still alive" shock

Tries to avoid you at some point

Just no. Not today.

Is not impressed with your stories back from South Park either

And how randomly you just say that

Plus your sassiness

He hates it.

Tried to be closer to you especially because Bruno asked him but he just can't manage, for now at least

But it's not like you don't have your special bonding moments

Leone even laughed at your joke once

You're still proud about it

Giorno, just like Bruno, is concerned about your mental health

He knows how some bad treatment can influence a kid

So he really wants to dig deep into your behaviour

It's just no way a kid can be this feral

Talks with you a lot

He just likes to hear your opinion about stuff (even if you find that stuff boring)

"What do you think is a goal of humanity?"

"Ending this stupid philosophy quiz. Seriously dude, I just woke up"

Mista thinks you're hilarious

The way you're behaving is just so funny to him

And of course you get along well

Just don't tell Bruno that he cusses around you sometimes

Likes to hang out with you a lot

Movie nights, car rides, you name it

He enjoys your company that much

His little buddy in crime

He'll get you matching shirts

Fugo can't stand you

Everyone just tries to keep him as far as it's possible from you

They just know better.

And they know the price they will pay if they let you two in the same room

His anger issues is just too much to handle you

Maybe you could find the common ground someday, who knows

Narancia is your other buddy

Of course you sometimes scare him

But meh, he can handle it

Of course he thinks that most of your stories from your life in South Park is a joke

Cause there's just no way that someone would make your friend a part of a human centipede just because he didn't read the rules of usage on his phone

"Oh my god, your imagination don't have limits"

"Imagination???"

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello, I did not want to disturb but I wanted to know how the stands of Bucci-Gang + Trish and Diavolo would behave in front of their beloved?Since they are manifestations of his soul, they would also show his Yandere side, sorry if it is a lot of work and I love how you write

*just so everyone knows I keep a lot of asks and hope to eventually write them later if I really like the concept…even if it may literally take an eternity to get to them*

So since this is Yandere focused I’m going to lean on that, but you’ll get to see the expressions of obsession as I write.

Yandere Bucciarati Group + Diavolo and Trish’s stands reacting to their darling

Bruno Bucciarati

Generally speaking Sticky Fingers particularly seems to “stand guard” around you. It’s fingers sometimes float across your skin, gentle touching. But at a moments notice is quick to use its ability if Bruno even suspects you trying to escape or pull something. There are times where you feel it grab your arm and drag you closer to its master.

Leone Abbacchio

Since his stand doesn’t really have offensive capabilities, it tends to like also hanging around you. Though if Abbacchio really insists on you not leaving his side, Moody Blues will do its best to keep you still. If he decides to use his ability depending on where you’re at, it does it relatively quickly and quick to pause with precision if it’s something like seeing your face sleeping at night. Simply watching you seems to be one of its favorite things to engage in.

Guido Mista

The Sex Pistols pretty much adore you, even the troublemaking number stops being a nuisance when you’re around. If you can see them, they insist on you feeding them when mealtime comes around. They may slightly pester Mista saying you’re better at doing so simply for holding food a certain angle. He enjoys this as much as the pistols do, and even if you can’t see them and feed them they still generally cheer when you’re around. if anyone outside the gang and Mista himself, they’ll end up reacting somewhat hostile. Snide or sarcastic remarks if someone tries to romance you.

They’ll also pester Mista if he hasn’t seen you in a few days due to a job or something he had to take care of on his own.

Narancia Ghirga

Aerosmith’s flight patterns seemingly change course a bit when you’re around Narancia. Out of protective instinct, it seems to fire it’s bullets/weapons more aggressive if you’re in any sort of immediate danger. Or if Narancia is tracking, Aerosmith seems to get a quick reading on you, fast. For some reason if the stand was used casually, the way it would fly around would be akin to something at an air show. Presenting the way Narancia may be excited to be with you.

Pannacotta Fugo

Purple Haze is interestingly affected by Fugo’s obsession for you. It stops obsessing over its arms, drooling minimizing to almost nothing. It’s aggression in battle nearly quadruples, out of getting rid of anything that Fugo considers a threat. So there’s times things may or may not get out of control or on the other end of the spectrum killing something with almost unusual precision . But it settles once knowing you’re safe, this may or may not exhaust Fugo occasionally. Under the surface Purple Haze would be pleased if you came to check on Fugo out of concern.

Giorno Giovanna

Gold Experience and Giorno are pretty much in sync almost constantly. It generally likes to express certain flowers that evidently have deep romantic meanings as a gift. It’ll daze you in a heartbeat if you try to sneak off somewhere, giving way to its stand master taking care of you for a few hours. Generally it seems to enjoy kissing your hand, and occasionally turning an object into a small animal for you. It doesn’t hesitate to turn something that you own into an animal to track down either if it means being in your presence again.

Aromatherapy is another thing it seems to do with plants, especially after Giorno figures out what your likes, dislikes, (and potential allergies) are.

Requiem is basically game over for any escape attempts with a stand, and even if you’re hesitant takes some effort to try and comfort you. Caresses and touches that would be comforting in a normal context that’s not having you run in terror from a mafioso.

Diavolo

Due to his violent tendencies and tactics, King Crimson is intense in presenting Diavolo’s dark desires. It’s touches are tight and unbelievably strong, that it tends to leave bruises on your body. Erasing time is smooth and precise, inducing confusion from trying to escape Diavolo. The stand is of course as impulsive as it’s stand master, your legs are broken or are knocked out as quick as your thoughts to wander.

Trish Una

Spice Girl has some impulsive traits that King Crimson does, as much as Trish probably doesn’t want to admit it. This stands intensity shines through sitting on your lap, arms around your neck. Not caring in the slightest if you can see it or not. It gives faint phantom kisses on your cheeks, and certainly uses its abilities to keep you in place no matter the area. It tends to also enjoy having you match Trish someway, even the smallest accessory it enjoys seeing Trish put on you to coordinate. Like you and her were meant to be.

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[yuugen-benni]

''What was the best thing someone ever said to you ?''

gn!writing

'You're amazing.' ''That was the line, it seems so simple, right?…Y/n said that to me several times when we were stupid kids in love. They were afraid to say 'I love you' so, instead, saying 'You're amazing' was actually a way of saying 'I'm surprised at how much I love you'….How did I know it was that ? You cannot hide love, it is almost impossible, unfortunately. Our whole being say it for us.'' - Josuke Higashikata, Bruno Bucciarati, Oda Sakunosuke, Bram Stoker

'I knew you would come back.' ''At first I was like 'Am I so predictable? or do they just know me really well?', and then I realized it was a stupid statement; of course I would come back, I have no doubts, no reason to run away and I hope I never will…[Raise an eyebrow] If my insecurities went away after these thoughts ? Oh, Does it really matter? I'm fine....a lot better'' - Abbacchio, Rohan Kishibe, Jouno Saigiku, Ayatsuji Yukito,

''Why is this even on the questionnaire? [Sighs]… Someone once said 'You should smile more, you really make me feel carefree when you do', honestly if they had just said the first sentence I wouldn't feel a thing but they added their own feelings and it was not just a ''kindness'' you do to a random person...Who was the person ? I'm sure there's no such question on the paper'' - Jotaro, Pannacota Fugo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Lucy Montgomery

''You are recording? Oh, Okay...Y/n one day told me I looked like a character from a fantasy movie! It was oddly endearing, but I didn't question them, although I can assume they see something they admire in me…What exactly? That's a question for them'' - Young!Joseph, Noriaki Kakyoin, Giorno Giovanna, Atsushi Nakajima, Nikolai Gogol

'You're beautiful' "Yeah, yeah, I get it. People always say stuff like this, but you feel me ? It's the little things that can totally brighten someone's day and It seriously made my day! And, not gonna lie, I know I'm good looking, but hey, a little reminder never hurts, right ?" - Guido Mista, Jean P. Polnareff, Edogawa Ranpo, Osamu Dazai

''I remember one night when Y/n called me, out of the blue, saying they wanted me to wish them a 'good night' because my voice was 'the peace they could find to sleep in'. They seemed sad, tired, so I didn't refuse the request…and also why would I refuse ? They are sweet people...What ? If I cried ?...[Looks away with an embarrassed sigh] shut up...'' - Avdol, Koichi Hirose, Jonathan Joestar, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Chuuya Nakahara, Tetchou Suehiro

#benni #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #giorno x reader #josuke x reader #atsushi x reader #fukuzawa x reader #ayatsuji yukito x reader #jouno x reader #abbachio x reader #jotaro x reader #nikolai x reader #kakyoin x reader #odasaku x reader #oda x reader #bsd x you #chuuya x reader #bucciarati x reader #akutagawa x reader #tetchou x reader #polnareff x reader #mista x reader #vento aureo #bucci gang #stardust crusaders #jjba #jjba x reader #jjba x you

[illubean]

Hello! Could you write cuddling hcs for bucci gang?

Cuddling Headcanons

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

man I love the bucci gang so much :( I think p5 might be my fav even though the ending absolutely destroyed me

Warnings: none

Bruno Bucciarati

MOTHER

I think he likes the more traditional way of cuddling, you know face to face and stuff?

he likes to have one arm around your waist and the other stroking your hair (unless you're bald??)

if he's busy he doesn't mind having you in his lap while he works

one arm would be secured around your waist yet again while the other one writes away at whatever he's doing

if you fall asleep before he's finished, he would carry you to the bedroom and lay down with you

he kisses you on the forehead before apologizing for working so long :(

he tells you how much he loves you, even if you aren't awake to hear it

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio likes laying on your chest as a reminder you're still with him and that your heart is beating :((

he also likes it when you lay on his chest

he would hold you close and say something like "Hear that mia cara/mio caro? You will always be close to my heart"

IGBREOHGOHEO he's so D:

he likes to cuddle with you for comfort

this man has been through a lot, even though he's not big on pda in private he likes to be close to you as reassurance

(can you tell he's my personal fav)

Guido Mista

ah yes my favorite stinky man

first off make sure this guy showers before even thinking about cuddling with him unless you want to smell like man sweat

I think Mista likes cuddling any way he can rest a hand on your chest or ass

nothing inherently sexual, just a layer of extra affection

he likes being the big spoon so he can slip a hand in the front of your shirt

or when you lay on top of him so he can put his hands on your ass

he also likes being able to plant kisses on the top of your head

Narancia Ghirga

as previously stated in another piece, he's the biggest cuddle bug of the group

he likes laying in a position where he can wrap all his limbs around you like a sloth

or alternatively he lays sprawled out on top of you, giving you no means of escape

when he wants to cuddle he WILL get his cuddles

if you're busy, he doesn't care and will 100% come up to you and wrap himself around you

he would also whine about you not giving him enough attention

"c'monnn, forget the papers and come cuddle with me!"

he's not above sitting in your lap either

basically, when he's in a cuddly mood you're not getting rid of him <3

Fugo Pannacotta

another one who likes laying on your chest

or on your lap

he likes cuddling in a way where you can easily run your fingers through his hair

it's a nice way for him to cool down after something agitates him <3

he cuddles with you when he feels like he needs to relax

give him gentle head massages!!! it puts him at ease

you're his rock and he doesn't know what he'd do without you

Giorno Giovanna

honestly? it doesn't matter to him how you cuddle, as long as you're close to him

sometimes he needs a break from all the mafioso craziness, seeking you out for that break

it doesn't matter if you guys are laying on top of each other or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, Giorno just enjoys having you present <3

I think he likes to hold hands while cuddling

it makes him feel grounded and he forgets about all the stress of being a newly initiated don

Trish Una

she likes to sit up cuddled next to you underneath a blanket

like the stereotypical way couples do when watching movies

she likes resting her head on your shoulder with one of your arms wrapped around her <33

she likes cuddling with you when she's sleepy, whether that be laying down together or sitting next to each other on the train

another one who likes holding hands

though she probably won't outright say it, she's grateful to be this close to you

it makes her feel protected in the midst of all the "boss' daughter" shenanigans

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[mrsgiovanna]

What do you get the man who has everything? You silently asked yourself that question, while gazing at Giorno as he caught up with the news on his phone while sipping on a pistachio latte. You unconsciously smiled as you admired him, in his most relaxed state, golden waves falling about his shoulders, dressed in comfy cashmere.

"I know what you're thinking about..."

"What?"

"It's written all over your face, amore, and I already told you, I have everything I could ever want already," Giorno had stood up from his spot at the table and joined you at the large bay window where you stood soaking up the mild spring sunshine.

"I just want things to be special..." mumbling into his chest, you reciprocated his hug before turning back to the garden.

"Who's to say they aren't already special?" His chin found the crook of your neck, and his arms tightened around your torso. No matter how many times he held you in this way, it always sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

"You know what I mean, Gio," he smiled silently, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. He teased you often because your annoyed expression was the cutest thing to him, but the way in which you doted on him meant more to him than he could properly express to you.

"It's beautiful, y'know," you piped up, catching sight of the tiny buds forming on the trees.

"You most certainly are,"

"Smooth," you giggled and continued, "I meant that it's so beautiful how you live up to your name..." Giorno remained silent, coaxing you to explain further.

"You can create life with your ability, and Spring is always associated with new life also, it's... poetic,"

"Ah, that name... you've been learning Japanese?"

"I have an app on my phone... it started off when I searched the meaning of Haruno and kinda snowballed from there... I'm sorry, I didnt-"

"Don't apologize amore, you're the only one allowed to call me by that name... it doesn't carry any negativity when coming from your lips..." Tears rimmed your eyes at the fragility of his voice at that moment, displaying a vulnerability that only you were privy to.

"You deserve the world," you said, your own voice, a quiet fractured whisper. Giorno looked at you with the most tender expression, one that would have forced those tears out of your eyes had you turned around to see it.

"I already have it, right here, in my arms, amore."

#giorno month 2023 #giorno x y/n #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna x y/n #giorno x you #giorno goivanna x you #jojo x reader #reader insert #fluff #happy birthday giogio

[zujime]

─── multiple characters x reader

characters included: bruno, joesph(not the old man ya'll, he is kinda bad tho ngl), josuke, jotaro, giorno, mista

c.w. when ur sad/upset/overthinking/idk, aged up, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no y/n usage, hcs, jjba, some italian pet names (2), a few swear words

- it's been a while since i posted jjba content, it's also been a while since i posted overall. this probably isn't much but for right now until i recover from this burnout, it's all i have. i hope you enjoy :)

at times like these, bruno notices almost immediately that something's up when he walks into your shared home and is met with an eerie silence. it's not long before he's rushing into the bedroom in search of you, only to find you curled up in bed—hidden under covers as you trembled and sniffled lightly. his touch is gentle when he rests his hand on your quivering shoulder, voice even softer as he speaks—asking about what's troubling you.

"what's wrong, mia cara" whether you tell him or not, he encourages you to release whatever tears remain as he holds you, giving you a shoulder to cry on and lots of forehead, nose, and cheek kisses as he tries to soothe you. once you've calmed down, he'll ask if there's anything you want—either a necessity or just something you want, he's getting it without a second thought. he just loves you so much and wants to do all he can for you.

now joesph...is kind of a jerk when he finds you crying at first. he'd baby talk you as he pinches, squishes your cheeks, and flicks your forehead or nose while laughing his ass off, but when he notices that you're not giving him any snappy remarks, slapping his hands away, or laughing with him, that's when he knows something's wrong and he's actually worried.

and when he starts asking you what happened, he almost sounds like a fly that's been buzzing in your ear for god knows how long, but you know he means well, especially when he's giving you the warmest and tightest hug he can—holding you against his chest as you let his heartbeat calm your uneven breathing. he's definitely babying you for the rest of the day and he might tease you a teeny tiny bit, but only to make you laugh.

josuke would probably think he did something to cause you to feel this way and if that's the case, bro's apologizing profusely (please, he's so sorry). whatever the problem might be, expect lots—and i mean lots of short sloppy kisses all over your face while he whispers tons of "I'm sorry" or "it's ok" onto your face. he might refrain from asking what the problem is both out of fear and because he doesn't want to cross boundaries or upset you even more.

but he'll spoil you rotten for the entire week cause he wants you—his everything—to feel better and he wants you to know how much he loves you. cuddles, kisses, hugs, naps together, movie night, whatever the hell you want is exactly what he's gonna give you maybe even before you ask. (he'd probably cry w you, on a serious note).

i think that jotaro would sit there and wait for you to tell him what's wrong so he'll know if it's serious or not—if it's serious he'll stay and listen to what you have to say, but if it's not like you're crying because something is out of stock or something, he's leaving the room and not even sparring you a second glance.

anyway, if you need any type of physical affection, he'd be able to tell from your body language or if you ask him for it but either way, he's not gonna not give you what you want...he's a really good listener, would literally sit there and listen to all that you have to say with no interruptions and he'd cuddle with you until you fall asleep cause he needs to know that you're actually okay, but he's not leaving your side. at all.

ok listen, not exactly like josuke, but i think giorno would be such a sweetheart. he'd ask if you'd wanna talk about it and would be content listening to whatever you say to him while he's holding you in his arms to bring your frantic mind to a slow so you can focus on what you want to say. would definitely cuddle with you in bed—you'll pass out in like less than 20 minutes so yeah.

mista would be so worried but at the same time he's asking who did it with sex pistols in hand (bro's ready to kill a bitch for you). "amore mio, who do i need to kill?" "mista, please don't kill anyone..." he's drowning you in nothing but love (kisses, cuddles, hand-holding, etc). he'd let you wear his hat or play with his hair to calm you down if that's what you want. you're getting spoiled. no, if's and's or but's, you're getting spoiled. want food? he's got it. wanna watch something? the tv's already on. wanna nap? he's already waiting in bed. he'd also let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need and he'll give you back rubs too. :((

#[♪]. bruno #[♪]. joseph #[♪]. josuke #[♪]. jotaro #[♪]. giorno #[♪]. mista #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #josuke x you #josuke x reader #joseph joestar #joseph joestar imagines #jjba x reader #joseph joestar x reader #joseph x reader #joseph imagines #jotaro imagines #jotaro kujo imagines #jotaro kujo x reader #josuke imagines #josuke higashikata imagines #guido mista x reader #mista x reader

[kougiri]

HELLO KAU!!! Can i order a yandere reader obsessing over giorno?? you can add a headcannon too! thank u <333-🥧 anon

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Of course, you can. I'd do anything to please my customers.

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Content warning: Stalking, yandere themes.

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Please, love me.

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◈ If you're the type to stalk him and hide, it won't take too long for him to realize that you're stalking him. In fact, he somewhat enjoys it honestly. He pretends not to notice you everywhere, trying to take photos of him. But, if you're careful enough, he won't see you everywhere. If you're the one to devote yourself to him whole, it doesn't bother him that much. If his fangirls keep trying to approach him, you'll decide to eliminate them once they leave him after getting pushed away by Giorno.

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Here's a bonus if the two of you know each other since childhood.

◈ If you'd approach him and confess your feelings to him wholeheartedly with desperation in your voice when you plead for his love, he might just accept. Depends if you earned his trust and feelings, of course.

But..

◈"Please don't leave me Giorno!" you pleaded, but he ignored it as he walks away from you. "No...no no no NO! DON'T GO! GIORNO! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I HAVE!" you shout as his figure disappears from your view. A loud scream was heard, and it was yours. and it was definitely one of anguish, sorrow, and grief.

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