#mista is ready

[sovereignjojoz]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request the bucci gang reacting to their girlfriend accidentally stumbling upon them facing off an enemy and then taken hostage? Their gf is just a normal girl who doesn’t know about their stands or criminal life, she just gets caught up in the whole fight accidentally (cause she saw her bf and followed them) and when the enemy figures out she’s their gf, they take her hostage or smth similar to that!

Bucci gang: clueless

Pairings: Bruno Bucciarati x reader, Leone Abbacchio x reader, Guido Mista x reader, Giorno Giovanna x reader, Pannacotta Fugo x reader, Ghirga Narancia x reader.

Warnings: implied fem reader in some but no explicit mention, reader CAN’T see stands, some angst so the scenarios are varied, (not a warning but Mista is 6’0”), petnames, mild violence (nothing descriptive).

Notes - awhh yeahh babey! Love this idea, love damsel in distress reader, ty for the request!

Bruno Buccarrati

“Yeah mama, I know.” You told her manoeuvring your phone, balancing it between your shoulder and your ear. “The rustling? Oh I’m just tying my shoelace, yeah, I’m out right now, I’m just finishing up some errands then I’ll- wait mama, hang on a minute.” You paused, lifting your eyes up from the concrete.

Was that Bruno? You squinted, as if that would help you see clearer into the distance. What was he doing here?

Involuntarily, the corners of your lips twisted upwards into a smile, what a wonderful surprise.

Your mother called your name from the phone, bringing your attention back to what you were previously doing. You picked your phone up, holding it to your ear, “mama? Sorry, sorry, I just saw Bruno here th- yeah, Bruno my boyfriend, remember the one I was telling you about? Mhm, I’ll call you back I’m going to go…” you faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling silent upon seeing a strange man approaching Bruno.

“Hello… [name]? Hello? Is everything alright dear?” You heard your mother ask on the other side of the line.

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you failed to respond to your mama. The ambience of this person felt extremely unnatural, there was something dangerously off about this individual, just being near them sent shivers down your spine.

You clutched your phone in a vice like grip, once more glimpsing over at Bruno and that unusual man.

You brought your nail up to your lips, holding it in your teeth, momentarily bringing you relief.

Perhaps you were overthinking, you looked over your phone seeing that only two minutes had passed. You exhaled, slumping, nothing happened.

You ran your hands over your face, what was up with you today, how did you delude yourself into thinking such a thing-

“Oh my gosh!” You gasped as your phone slipped out of your hand, plummeting down to the concrete floor.

Scrambling to find your phone, you dropped to the floor, desperately crawling around on the faded slabs looking for the small device.

You felt cold metal brush your fingertips as the sound of your mother’s frantic voice gushed out of the speaker.

You snatched it from the bin it had fallen under then crawled to hide behind that same bin.

“M-mama.” You spoke, voice shaking with each word you tried to get out, “I- Bruno, mama I don’t know what to do.” You whispered hushed.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, you knew it, you weren’t wrong but nothing made sense.

You felt like your eyes had been deceiving you, as though you were going crazy, but you weren’t, you know you weren’t you’d seen it with your very own eyes.

Just when you’d decided that man wasn’t a threat and you were halfway towards Bruno, a ton of blood came seeping out from his right arm, which you had just noticed was split down the middle.

It happened almost instantaneously yet it seemed as though nothing attacked him, the other man hadn’t even moved an inch yet clearly from the fresh wound on his arm he had been attacked.

You slapped your cheeks, reminding yourself of what was presently happening.

With your head now slightly clearer, you cut the call with your mum quickly messaging: “had to go, love you, speak later.” Now that your mum was taken care of, you swiped onto the phone keypad and dialled the number of the police, waiting with baited breath as each dial passed.

Leaning forward, you took a peek at where Bruno stood, only to see him get punched in the lower jaw, his bottom lip splitting in the corner on impact.

You bit your tongue as tears limned your lower lash line, you wished you could be of more help but realistically if Bruno was struggling what would you be able to do.

Perched on your knees, you angled your phone camera so that the violent man was within frame.

You dropped your phone horrified when the flash shone brightly like a beacon of light, praying from behind the bin that you hadn’t been noticed.

You chastised yourself, how could you be so stupid as to not check!

You daringly took another look so you could get a grasp of the situation, every which way you looked you couldn’t find a singular face of that guy, all you could see was Bruno holding his injured arm; befuddled.

Your shoulders dropped as your chest deflated, releasing a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

Pushing the bin with your leg, you crawled out of your hiding spot cautiously, ready to run to assist Bruno.

As you attempted to stand up you felt a callous hand wrap around your ankle, causing your head to whip around to the offender.

“Hello sunshine, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk around private affairs?”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to scream, but before you could do so he moved behind you, clamping his hand over your mouth, muffling your scream.

He restrained you in his grip, moving back to where he stood previously.

You bit his hand, hard, in the hopes that he’d release you but it was to no avail.

The man hissed in pain, yet his grip still remained firm as the two of you came in Bruno’s field of view.

Bruno’s jaw ticked, since when were you here.

“I take it that now you’ll listen?” He spoke, his hot, smelly breath wafting into your face.

“There’s no need to involve a civilian.” Bruno said, his breath laboured.

He grinned from behind you, “oh but you and me both know this isn’t just any ordinary civilian don’t we?”

Bruno looked at him straight-face, “I have no idea what you’re implying.”

“Oh really?” He challenged.

He moved his hand from over your mouth to the sides of your jaw-

“Stop.” Bruno demanded unable to take his taunts anymore, “we’ll release your team member, however, first hand the civilian over to me.”

You looked at your boyfriend, feeling slightly lightheaded.

“How can I trust you.” Snarled the enemy user.

Bruno chucked a small device at him, from the corner of your eye it seemed like a GPS, however your pounding head left you unsure on what it actually was.

Seemingly satisfied, he released you from his hold, chucking you to where Bruno was leaving you stumbling as you tried to catch yourself.

Bruno rushed forward, catching you in his arms allowing the enemy user to escape. Later, that’d be a nuisance to deal with however your safety was of much more importance.

He looked at you as you wrapped your arms around him, you hadn’t even had the chance to cry with everything happening all at once.

He placed his uninjured arm around the small of your back, holding you close as clung to him.

You looked at Bruno, your eyes still limned with tears, “Bruno… I-”

He shushed you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

Your eyes flutter shut as you leant into his hand, unaware of the fact that you were losing consciousness, your stress now catching up with you.

Quick to react, Bruno scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest; bridal style.

He frowned, kissing your forehead remorsefully, “I’m sorry Carina.”

Guido Mista

Seeing how a viel of darkness had now taken over the previously clear blue sky, you started to pack your things up into your colourful customised beach basket, courtesy of Mista.

He really was so cute.

You grabbed your cover up skirt, tying it tightly around your waist before putting your baby blue flip flops on.

Squatting comfortably, you grabbed your phone and skimmed over your unanswered notifications.

You smiled as your eyes took notice of a notification from “mi-mi;)”, immediately tapping on it.

Mi-mi: hey pretty baby

Mi-mi: u headin home

You: yeah babeyy I’m omw now

*mista sent one attachment*

Mi-mi: missin u wifey ( o ⊰ o)<3

You: 🤣🫵

You: ew.

Mi-mi: hey.

You: are you coming home soon?

Mi-mi: yeah I just gotta deal with smth first, then im all yours

*you sent one attachment*

You: kay babe, I’ll be waiting for ya at home, be quick :( I love you

Mi-mi: promise

Mi-mi: I love you too ;)

You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you powered your phone off.

Dusting the sand off of your cover up, you picked up the basket and started walking to the beach’s exit, a slight skip in your step after having talked to Mista.

You set your bag down on the bench as you checked the time on the bus stop. 25 minutes, kinda long, but not too bad.

You sat down one the bench, one leg crossed over the other, and re-reached into your bag for your phone.

You lifted your gaze up, halting your scrolling when you saw a flash of zebra print enter your vision.

Gingerly, you grabbed your bag and stood up, turning the corner where you saw the zebra print flash by.

“Mi-mi?” You called out affectionately, rounding the corner.

The man paused in his tracks at the sound of your voice, your nickname.

You knew it was him, there was only one man in Italy who’d be bold enough to wear zebra print pants, that man being Mista of course.

Dropping your bag beside you, you ran, or at least attempted to run in your flip flops to meet him, and pulled his head down to kiss him lightly as a greeting.

You felt him kiss you back until his eyes widened in recognition, as though something had just clicked in him.

He pushed you back, away from him as you furrowed your brows, confused.

“No, no, no.” He lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Amore, what are ya doing here, you’re suppose to be at home?” He asked turning towards you.

Completely out of the loop, you responded, “what do you mean? I told you I’m heading home, and to do that I need to catch the bus?”

You pointed towards the direction of the bus stop as Mista processed your information.

“Ah, right! Well you need to get going, now!” He informed, pushing you towards the bus stop by the small of your back.

“Hang on!” You spluttered exasperated, “Mista! Wait , wait a minute!” You stopped in your tracks, panting.

“What’s your deal?” You demanded, wanting to know what was causing such unusual behaviour.

“Nothing! It’s just late, you should get home now c’mon.” He told you pulling you by your hand.

Mista notice how your eyes bore into him, trying to figure out what he was thinking however when your hand tightened around his he figured you’d disregarded the matter.

The two of you ran hand in hand past the bus stop, and continued running till you were about half way home or rather until you couldn’t keep up with Mista’s freakishly high stamina.

“Mista,” you panted, ridding yourself of his hand, “I’m tired, can’t we just wait for a moment.” You told him slowing down, putting your hands on your knees.

“No babe! I-” he sighed exasperated, “look I promise I’ll tell you later but for now please, work with me.”

You heaved out a frustrated sigh but listened nonetheless, “alright alright, I-” a shrill scream left your throat before you could even finish your sentence.

Within seconds, Mista had his pistol aimed and ready to fire, his eyes instantly locked on the target behind you.

“Merda.” He cursed under his breath, how could he have let this have happen under his watch, “the hell do ya want huh!? I thought I finished you off earlier.” Mista spat venomously, fed up with the individual who had been pursuing him for 45 minutes.

You looked at Mista alarmed, “Mista…w-what-”

The man behind you, who up till now you still hadn’t seen squished your cheeks with his calloused hand, mocking both you and Mista.

“Get off of me!” You exclaimed in disgust as you pried his fingers off of your face, only for him to latch onto to your wrist like a leech, drawing you much closer to him than necessary.

He grabbed his phone out, flicking onto his camera roll, “Oi, I already told you, you messed with the boss’s daughta’ this is what happens when you mess with anything associated with the boss.”

Mista scoffed, “what the fu- you’re delusional! Who is that!” He asked seeing he had no recollection of this woman.

“stupido coglione, che razza di organizzazione idiota è questa. (stupid jerk, what kind of idiotic organization this is).” He muttered under his breath, pulling the reload trigger on his pistol.

“Ah, ah, ah.” The assiliant clicked his tongue in disappointment, “drop your gun, all the boss wants to do is talk.”

Mista’s brows drew together at the absurdity of this lacky, “what is wrong with you, just give me back my (s/o)/(girlfriend), stop being such a prick.”

“No seriously creep, leave us alone.” You chimed in scolding whoever that guy was.

“Hey.” His face contorted into an expression of distain, prompting Mista to fire a warning shot behind the enemy. “Drop the gun.”

You parted your mouth to speak in retaliation, when a cracking pain spread throughout your wrist, causing fat clear tears to roll down you cheeks.

Mista watched helplessly, he would have aimed and fired however you were moving around too much for his pistol to get a clear shot which would immobilise his target.

Heaving sobs wracked your chest, the pain within your wrist throbbing more intensely each second.

“Alright!” Mista exhaled, choosing to comply. He lowered down his pistol slowly, raising his hands up in surrender as he got up.

“Now kick it away.”

“Mista, don’t.” You sniffed, stray tears still running down your cheeks.

He kicked it slightly to the side of him, just far enough so he could get to it within a second.

“Good boy.”

The vein in his temple pulsed out as the other man started to speak again, “come here once more tomorrow at noon, bring 100k as compensation, y’know for the heartbreak and we’ll trade you back your bella, capisce.”

“Mist-!” You attempted to reach out to him, to tell him not to make any rash decisions but as you attempted to do so a bright white flash engulfed you.

Mista grabbed his gun, “Naw-!” Yet as soon as he looked up you were gone.

“Bastard!” He grabbed his hat, squeezing his head in disbelief.

It’d only taken him one second, however he was one second too late.

Leone Abbacchio

Sighing in relief, you pulled apart the flimsy black strings that held your apron together in a neat bow.

Your checked your phone with heavy eyes, a result of working a 6am shift, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was only 2pm.

Hopefully Abbacchio would be home by now, his schedule always varied due to his mysterious occupation, so you never really knew when you would see him.

You especially wanted to see him since today you received some freebies from the makeup store you work at, one of those freebies being pink lipstick.

You bit your lip in contemplation, huh, you’d never actually seen Leone in any other lipstick colour than purple. Perhaps you’d pull a misplaced prank on him today so you could see him wear pink.

Giggling to yourself, you checked your phone, and low and behold, to your surprise there actually was a message from your boyfriend.

The thought of him texting made your giggles resurface, he was awful at texting.

Leone: where are you?

You: at work, just finished, why?

Leone:👋

You furrowed your brows in confusion. This is why you preferred to call him, in fact that’s what you’d do now.

The dial tone obnoxiously rung in your ear thrice before Leone picked up, you called out his name as he finally picked up yet in return all you received was the deafening sound of static.

“Hello?” You shouted into the phone, drawing out the “o” sound.

You shoved your belongings in your bag, a frown etched on your face. “Leone? This isn’t funny, is this a prank because it’s not a good one. What’s going on?”

“You’re scaring me!” You confessed even though all you got in return was that ever present heavy silence, “I’m leaving work now, I don’t know what you’re doing but we’ll talk later.”

Your nails clinked against your phone screen as you roughly tapped the end call button, your eyes glued to your phone as exited the makeup store.

As soon as you stepped out, you felt your wrist being yanked to the left causing your whole body to fall.

You braced yourself for impact but it never came as you collided into a strong lean frame instead of falling onto your knees.

Tendrils of silver hair tickled your nose as you steadied yourself.

You looked up at Abbacchio, annoyance and slight panic carved onto his face, his temple vein pulsing in anger.

“Leone? What’s goi-”

Immediately, he slapped his hand over your mouth, muffling out the rest of your sentence.

He leant down to your hight, his breath hot on your ear as he whispered, “they’re tracking us, my phone was taken, just stay close to me and stay quiet so you don’t get hurt.”

Despite not having a clue about who “they” were, you nodded.

“Give me your phone.” He commanded, his large palm outspread ready to receive your phone.

You rummaged through your bag, plucking the cold device out when it met your finger tips.

Once in his hand, Abbacchio smashed your phone against the brick wall, instantly shattering it on impact. You pouted seeing your precious device crumble before your very eyes.

“Hey, stop with the long face. I’ll buy you a new one okay?” He asserted, stroking the top of your head.

You sighed in compliance, however there was one question that kept nagging at your brain. “Why did they track me though.” You blurted out, you couldn’t help but feel slightly worried there was something wrong with your phone security.

He grunted already foreseeing what would happen, “because… you’re the only number actually saved under a name in my phone.” He reluctantly admitted.

You grinned at him, pleased. “I knew you loved me, at home I’m rewarding you with a fat kiss.”

“Please don’t.” He frowned, exhibiting mock discontent although the tale-tale redding of his ears gave him away, making you smile wider your grin.

“I-!”

“Stop talking chatterbox.” He reprimanded as though he were your teacher, “c’mon let’s just get out of here before they try something idiotic like taking you hostage.”

Narancia Ghirga

You blew hot air into your hands feeling the cold air kiss your face and hands. You’d just finished watching a new film that’d just aired in the cinema with your fiends but as you exited the cinema, the temperature had dropped significantly.

Pulling your hood up, you waved goodbye to your friends and started making your way to the nearest train station.

You tapped your card onto the card pad on arrival and went through the gates, waiting on the platform for the train.

Just as you were about to get on the train you noticed a man of similar stature to narancia, actually on further inspection, you found that it was narancia.

You hopped out of the carriage, running after Narancia. It made you worried that he was out at such a late time, where’d did he have to be running off to at ten pm at night?

As you ran after him you noticed he was amongst a group of other men, you presumed they were his friends as you’d seen them amongst him before however you couldn’t be sure, it’d be better to follow him rather than allow him to get himself into trouble.

They took so many twists and turns that at one point you almost became confused and lost them, then finally they stopped after arriving at a secluded area in town.

You took a peak at what they were doing from behind the corner of the brick wall nearest to them.

Pressing yourself up against the brick wall in hopes of staying hidden, you wonder Narancia was even doing here, just being here gave you the chills, rather than be here he should have come to your house for a sleepover where the pair of you could have made a pillow fort and cuddled.

You frowned at the thought.

“The heck man? Where’d this guy go!” A voice, who you recognised to be Narancia, exclaimed.

“Why you asking me like I know! You’ve got Aerosmith, start looking!” Someone shouted in retaliation.

“Oi quit it.” You heard the sound of clothes rustling as the person scolded Narancia and his friend? “Get a grip, they couldn’t have gotten that far.”

A light slap, perhaps even slightly playful, resonated though the air, “knock it off Abbacchio, get off me.” Narancia jibed.

You bit your lip in fear, was someone hurting him.

You clenched your fists by your side, that’s it, your mind was made up. You were going to go over there.

“Nar- mpgh!”

“Hey guys!” Narancia beamed excitedly, “I found something!”

“Well then lead the way.” Bruno probed drawing out his stand.

“Right here-!” Narancia gasped audibly, meanwhislt lil bomber released a huge puff of black smoke.

“How did you- what do you think you’re doing!” He stammered firing lil bomber at the men who held your unconscious body captive.

“HEY! Calm it!” Mista shouted restraining the black haired boy.

“Mista. Let go.”

“Narancia.” Giorno called sternly, “don’t be rash. Mista’s right, you need to calm down, look.” He pointed at the enemy users, “we’re outnumbered we can’t afford to be rash.”

“He’s right.” Bruno informed, “let’s hear out their demands first.” He turned to face the mob members, “what is it you gentlemen want?” He asked.

One member, dressed in all black, stepped up, “we’re actually proposing a very fair deal, one measly girl for your amore eh, give us the boss’s daughter and we’ll give back this girl we saw following you, yeah?”

Bruno’s lips set into a thin line.

The pitying eyes of his team members all met his as he realised the ultimatum.

“Narancia,” Fugo probed, trying to be as gentle as possible.

He sharply turned his head to the side, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze, “you can’t.”

“There’s no other option.” Abbacchio comment.

“The heck you sayin’ that’s not fair! Civilians aren’t like us stand users and-and that’s my-!” He pointed at your unconscious figure, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “That’s my-!”

“We know!” Fugo spat raising his voice, he hadn’t meant to, he was just stressed and little by little his frustrations were leaking out of him.

“Alright!” Shouted the enemy user who seemed to be a stand in leader, “you’ve made your choice,” he sharply tapped Narancia on his cheek, blood quickly tinting his soft skin red, “sort your friends out bud. No Trish, no trade.”

Giorno Giovanna

“Gio Gio!” You yelled seeing Giorno dart around a corner.

“Hey wait up!” You dashed after him, skidding right as he took a sharp turn.

Just narrowly dodging a lamppost, you called out for him again. He was much further ahead of you due to his impressive, almost inhumane, agility

You were intrigued as to what he was doing running all over Italy during mid day, just the other day he told you he’d got a part time job at the ice cream van so why wasn’t he there?

A small gasp escaped your mouth upon seeing that he was within reach, hence why you picked up the pace and ran as fast as you could after him.

Just as he was about to take off again, you grabbed his wrist, firmly holding it in your manicured hand.

“Gio Gio,” you greeted shyly, your face hot after chasing him down. “Where are you going, don’t you have work? Isn’t it your first day.” You looked at him expectantly awaiting an answer, how could he have run off like this on his first day. For such a responsible guy this was a very irresponsible action.

He looked at you horrified, “it’s lunch.” He stated, unsure, seemingly trying to convince you as well as himself.

“Oh right…” you quietened down, peering at him through your lashes, “well would you like to have lunch together.”

“He won’t be able too but I certainly would.” A coarse voice chimed in, as a strange figure wriggling their grubby fingers started to approach the pair of you.

You squealed and jumped closer to giorno, locking his fingers with yours, hoping being near him would calm your erratic heart.

Giorno remained silent, his lips pursed and brows drawn together, dissatisfaction radiating off of him.

A startled shriek left your lips as the figure pounced towards you, you shut your eyes and squeezed giorno’s hand tightly until you heard a loud thud near your feet.

You jumped on Giorno’s side upon seeing his hand touch your ankle yet just moments their hand went limp.

Your lip protruded outwards as you concentrated hard on the now unmoving figure. In the span of 3 seconds the figure had ceased all movement yet… nothing happened in between those three seconds- how-.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Giorno clearing his throat, “now about that lunch amore?”

Pannacotta Fugo

“What are you talking about!” Fugo snapped at the most unbearable enemy stand user he’d ever encountered. Undoubtedly that thing was just spewing out lies so he’d falter and lose his concentration.

“Rather than speak, why not just show you.” The enemy stand user shrugged and snapped his fingers.

Two of his henchmen followed suit with you in their grasps, Fugo felt his mouth go dry.

Your eyes widened upon seeing your boyfriend, “F-Fugo! What is this, this isn’t some sick cruel joke is it.” You asked trembling.

Fugo leaned his hands on the building in front of him, head down, his sturdy frame being supported by his hands.

How did it all go wrong?

“Fugo!”

Reflexively, he turned his head to the sound of your voice as your eyes bore into him.

He rose to his full height and glared at the enemy user, “What would you like me to do for-”

“Beg.” He interrupted, his mind already set on his answer.

“No-” a lacky caressed your dainty finger, bringing it-

Fugo grit his teeth, “Wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay, please, please just stop.”

“On your knees.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but then snapped it shut seeing your fearful gaze on him and lowered down to his knees.

“Please just release the civilian.”

“Now give us that piece of paper with the details on it.”

He wished he could have his stand aid him, however as you were in the vicinity it would also be harmful to you, perhaps even lethal as you were only a citizen.

He threw the paper at the enemy users head and muttered out one last “please.”

The lackey’s kicked you forward now they had what the wanted in hand, rapidly making a move to escape before backup could arrive.

Your lip trembled as you made eye contact with Fugo.

He ran forward and embraced you, feeling slightly better when you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Fugo.” You sniffled.

He cupped your cheeks, using his thumb to wipe away your stay tears. .“I know.”

#crownprincegojo #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #bucci gang x reader #bucciarati x reader #fugo x reader #giorno x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #vento aureo x reader #anonletters #I’m so sorry for being inactive #I’m also a really slow writer #I’m back now though for a while and I have three drafts! + a couple asks ready #jjba fluff #jjba angst

[boomboxboi]

Naramis Headcanons Return

My favorite pastime is matching on Hinge and forcing them to listen to me talk about Naramis

The first time they held hands it was awkward as fuck.

They couldn’t get their fingers to lace together in a natural and smooth transition.

And Mista has sorta big knuckles that felt like they were squeezing Narancia’s tiny hands.

So they decided that they’d rather just physically lean on each other than hold hands, anyways.

Narancia steals Mista’s sweaters on especially chilly days.

They hate sleeping in the other person’s room because they’re used to their own room.

So when they do want to sleep in the same room, they play Scopa.

Loser sleeps in the winner’s room.

Narancia ALWAYS wins.

He’s a certified Scopa genius.

Mista always agrees to play Scopa because he just likes seeing how happy Narancia gets when he wins.

And because he is determined to win against Narancia one day.

Mista doesn’t know how Narancia got so good at this one particular card game.

He’s bad at all the others.

And Narancia won’t tell him.

It’s not because it’s some dark secret or anything.

Narancia is just holding out for when Mista beats him.

Oh, you want to know why he’s so good too?

Guess you’ll have to win a match against Narancia.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #narancia ghirga #guido mista #naramis #Scopa Things #It is 6am and I am not ready for work mentally #so these two help me get through my day #my actual comfort ship #also bonus would be that Fugo refuses to play Scopa against Narancia #he would 100% flip the table and rip up the cards

[hierophant-mean]

Hits a button which makes his hair slightly sillier

#the finished version is Not Ready because giorno and mista are there too and i can't decide on a cool outfit for gio #so enjoy the sketch for now #jjba #jjba fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #part 5 #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo #my art

[jojo-art-is-cool]

Say thanks to @incorrect-jojo-quotes

I especially loved this quote enough to make a comic out of it

#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #jjba fanart #jjba vento auero #jojo vento aureo #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #narancia ghirga #trish una #They’re all getting ready for bed :) #cept for Giorno #Mafia boss and all that

[just-spacetrash]

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#started breaking bad finallyyyyy #idk if i can take this his sad life makes me so fucking sad #eagerly waiting for him to be a horrible person like i know hes going to be #so i wont feel so bad about him having a sad life #'oh but watch out other characters like jesse are gonna suffer later-' #thats alright. hes cute so i dont mind seeing him in a bit of pain #also yea i know this is like all tragedy im prepared i just wasnt ready to feel so bad for mista white too #my post #agh i didnt expect him to be like enthusiastic about teaching and shit what the hell man #edit ok half a pilot in and im alright #he hasnt even done anything that bad but like #its so much easier when hes not so.. pathetic #i hate having to look at sad people and their sad lives #of course hes making things worse for himself but at least hes DOING something #taking control of his life and shit we love to see it

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trespass // sakusa kiyoomi

tw ⇢ non-con, somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie, grinding, public sex, implied voyeurism, getting caught, minor manga spoilers, sakusa is lowkey delulu

wc ⇢ 2.5k

a/n: this was heavily inspired by a mista fic i read

Sakusa's skin crawled as he stared at the bus, a sense of dread rising in his throat. The vehicle loomed before him, its doors open like the maw of some great beast waiting to swallow him whole. Inside, two full teams from Itachiyama awaited, their bodies packed together in a claustrophobic nightmare due to a last-minute transportation issue.

As he stepped onto the bus, Sakusa's mind reeled at the thought of being trapped in such close quarters with so many people, each one a potential vector for illness. He had always prized his personal space, a carefully maintained barrier against the chaos of the outside world. Now, that barrier was about to be breached.

He should've just taken the train to their away games without batting an eye. Perhaps it was because he didn't want to be crammed into another vehicle with strangers, which seemed slightly worse than getting on a bus with people he actually knew. Or maybe a tiny part of him felt uneasy about leaving you, his precious little manager, in a bus full of hormonal and sweaty teenage boys.

Sakusa had sucked it up and gotten up extra early to secure a spot in the back of the bus, already claiming the corner seat as his own. By sunrise, the bus was filled to capacity, the vehicle swaying precariously from side to side. He was sure that the tires were probably inflated to their limits, ready to burst at any moment.

As the rest of the team filed in, Sakusa curled into himself, but you were nowhere to be seen. Were you not coming? Or were you sensible enough to find another way there instead of willingly entering this lion's den?

No, apparently not. You were just as reckless as always. Sakusa jolted slightly in his seat as you suddenly emerged from between two burly basketball players, yelping softly as the imbalance in your overloaded duffel bag caused you to stumble and fall.

Iizuna, ever the attentive captain, quickly helped you to your feet. He dusted you off and checked for any injuries, keeping you close by his side, practically nestled between his legs as everyone finally settled into their seats. It was going to be a long six-hour ride, and there was no way anyone would be left standing, no matter how cramped it got.

Iizuna glanced apologetically at Sakusa as he asked you to sit next to him, closer to the window. But upon realizing there was no space, Iizuna suggested you sit on his lap instead. In a flash, Sakusa reached out and pulled you in, his hands almost aggressively wrapping around your waist as he tugged you onto his own lap, leaving a dumbfounded Iizuna and the other third years staring in shock.

Beside him, Komori snickered, watching in amusement as you awkwardly adjusted yourself on Sakusa's lap, apologizing profusely as if you had committed some grave offense. Sakusa offered no verbal reassurance, instead silently guiding you to sit more comfortably between his legs as he spread them slightly to accommodate you.

Just as Sakusa was about to ask if you were comfortable, the bus lurched forward and began moving. At that moment, he heard the familiar chime of an incoming text message.

Pulling out his phone, Sakusa saw that Komori had sent him a single line: "Make a move on her."

Rolling his eyes, Sakusa shot his cousin a pointed glare before pocketing his phone again. Of course Komori would be aware of his not-so-subtle crush on their manager. After all, you were the only person aside from Komori that Sakusa allowed to touch him freely. He had even permitted you to feed him once, using the very same chopsticks you had just eaten with yourself.

Sakusa's mind wandered to the time he had gotten injured during practice. The team nurse had already gone home for the day, but luckily, you had the knowledge to tend to his type of injury. He vividly remembered how you looked kneeling between his legs, gently hiking up his shorts to press your fingers against the taut, sinewy muscles of his inner thigh.

He had felt his breath catch as you unknowingly leaned in closer, your exhales ghosting over his sensitive skin. Sakusa had to forcibly banish the less-than-pure thoughts from his mind, knowing that any physical reaction would be glaringly obvious given your proximity.

All the moments he had spent alone with you were precious to him. He treasured each and every one, locking them safely away in his heart. So of course he wanted to make a move, to let you know how much you meant to him.

But as he looked down at your peaceful, sleeping face, Sakusa had to stifle a sigh. Somehow, you had already dozed off, a cute habit of yours whenever you were in a moving vehicle with hours to go before reaching your destination. It was adorable, but at this particular moment, rather frustrating.

Gently tugging his mask down to rest below his nose, Sakusa leaned closer and protectively wrapped his arms around your middle. He held you securely against his chest, ensuring you wouldn't slip off as the bus jostled along the highway. Burying his nose in your hair, he breathed in deeply, the soft scent of lavender from your shampoo flooding his senses and awakening a primal urge deep within him.

Almost unconsciously, Sakusa's hands tightened their grip on you as he nuzzled further into your silky locks. His fingertips skimmed teasingly along the hem of your shirt, dancing just underneath the edge of your jacket. He knew that with the slightest movement, he could brush against the bare skin of your stomach.

The thought alone sent a thrill down his spine. Sakusa couldn't help but wonder if your skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. It had to be. Throwing caution to the wind, he finally slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, grazing them ever so lightly over the warm, supple flesh of your belly.

You shivered slightly in your sleep, your stomach dipping at the barest touch. So you were ticklish. That knowledge made Sakusa's heart swell with adoration. Fuck, could you be any cuter?

Emboldened, Sakusa continued to gently rub your lower abdomen, reveling in the velvety softness. As you relaxed further into his embrace, a hum of contentment rumbled deep in his chest.

Tightening his thighs on either side of you, Sakusa held you firmly in place, determined to savor this fleeting moment of intimacy. His fingers ceased their exploration, now simply brushing lazy circles over the enticing curves of your hips.

As the bus rolled on, Sakusa let himself get lost in the feeling of you in his arms. He knew he should probably feel guilty for indulging in this intimate touch without your knowledge, but the temptation was too great to resist. He had waited so long for a chance like this, to feel your softness under his hands, to breathe in your scent until it filled his lungs.

He promised himself that this stolen moment would be the catalyst he needed to finally confess his feelings for you. He would do it right, court you properly until you understood the depth of his affection. But for now, he would allow himself this one transgression, this fleeting glimpse of what could be.

As he held you close, your gentle exhales tickling his collarbone, Sakusa let himself dream of a future where you were his. His to hold, his to cherish, his to love. And with that sweet fantasy playing behind his closed eyelids, he drifted off to sleep, your name a whispered prayer on his lips.

The glaring sun pierced through the window beside him, rousing Sakusa from his slumber. Sweat drenched his body, causing his shirt to cling uncomfortably to his skin. A soft groan of annoyance escaped his lips as he registered the weight on his lap, only for his eyes to flutter open and realize it was you. With a gentle sigh, Sakusa attempted to adjust your position, but a sudden, muffled moan slipped out as he became acutely aware that something was terribly amiss.

Sakusa froze, his heart pounding frantically against his ribcage as the realization dawned on him - the incessant vibrations of the bus, combined with your warm, pliant body pressed intimately against his lap, had coaxed his treacherous body to stir in a most inconvenient manner.

Sakusa's breath caught in his throat, a heated flush creeping up his neck as he desperately willed his body to behave. The last thing he needed was for you to wake up and feel his shameful arousal pressing insistently against your ass.

Clenching his jaw, Sakusa tried to focus on anything else - the passing scenery, the low hum of the engine, the quiet chatter of his teammates. But every subtle shift of your weight, every gentle exhale that tickled his skin, only served to further stoke the embers of his desire.

He cursed silently, his fingers digging into your hips as he fought to maintain control. It was torture of the sweetest kind, having you so close, yet being unable to act on his longing. Sakusa knew he should wake you, put some distance between your bodies before the situation escalated, but a selfish part of him wanted to bask in your warmth just a little longer.

As if sensing his internal struggle, you stirred slightly, your head lolling to the side to rest in the crook of his neck. Your lips brushed against his heated skin, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Sakusa. He bit back a groan, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.

Sakusa swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing against the shell of your ear. He couldn't take it anymore, his cock throbbing painfully in the confines of his pants. If he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose his mind.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Sakusa reluctantly untangled his fingers from your hips. He hesitated for a moment, steeling himself before carefully sliding his hand over your clothed pussy.

Sakusa's breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the damp material, his eyes widening in shock. Was this... for him?

Heat coursed through his veins, his head swimming with lust as he dared to apply a little more pressure. The lewd sound of his fingers dragging against your slick panties elicited a choked whimper from him, his cock twitching impatiently beneath you.

Sakusa couldn't believe what he was doing.

Touching you like this, even if you were asleep, was completely unacceptable. He should stop while he still could.

But when his fingers found your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with agonizing precision, you arched into him, your ass grinding down on his cock and sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his veins.

With a low growl, Sakusa tightened his hold on you, his other hand fumbling to reach his zipper. The metal teeth gave way easily, allowing him to tug the stiff material down, his leaking cock finally springing free.

A shuddering sigh of relief escaped his lips, the cool air of the bus doing little to quell the heat raging within him. He was painfully hard, the head of his cock already leaking precum.

With one final glance at your blissful, sleeping face, Sakusa lifted his hips, nudging his cock against your panty-clad core. His pulse was racing, his breaths coming in short, ragged pants as he teased the soaked fabric.

Unable to resist any longer, Sakusa pushed the soaked panties aside, the swollen head of his cock rubbing tortuously against your aching clit. You moaned softly, arching into him, your body instinctively seeking the pleasure he was so willing to give.

His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, the anticipation almost unbearable.

Sakusa's cock throbbed insistently, his hips rocking slowly against your dripping cunt. The need to bury himself inside you, to feel your velvety walls clenching around him, was almost overwhelming.

He was so close, the tip of his cock poised at your entrance, ready to claim you as his. Just one push and he would be sheathed inside you, buried to the hilt. All he had to do was thrust his hips and you would finally be his.

The bus jerked, throwing you back against him, his cock sliding into your soaked cunt, and Sakusa groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt your warm walls flutter around him. Fuck, you felt better than he had ever imagined.

With a shaky exhale, he sank deeper into your heat, his cock throbbing as you stretched to accommodate him. You felt like heaven, and Sakusa couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy.

Sakusa knew he should be gentle, take his time and savor every delicious inch of you. But the overwhelming desire to claim you, to mark you as his, overpowered any sense of restraint he may have had.

His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he rutted into you, his cock massaging your aching cunt.

The air was thick with the heady scent of your arousal, the soft, subtle sound of your slick pussy being stretched by his cock filling the space between your bodies.

Sakusa's head fell back against the seat, his jaw clenched as he fucked into you, the coil of pleasure tightening in his gut. He was close, his balls tightening as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Just as he was about to pull out, his cock twitching with the promise of release, you came with a soft moan, your walls clamping down on him. With a strangled cry, Sakusa buried his face in your neck, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside you, painting your walls with his cum.

As the last waves of his orgasm washed over him, Sakusa let out a satisfied sigh, his body slumping against yours. You were still asleep, your soft breaths tickling his skin, and Sakusa couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with affection.

He knew it was wrong, taking advantage of you like this. But the feeling of euphoria that came from being inside you, knowing that he had claimed you as his own, was worth any guilt that may come later.

As he basked in the afterglow of his release, Sakusa vowed to confess his feelings once he returned home. No matter what, he would make sure you were his, and his alone.

Sakusa's phone chimed again, abruptly pulling him from his reverie. Glancing down, he saw a new message from Komori: "That is not what I meant by making a move." Confused, Sakusa quirked an eyebrow and turned to his side, only to be met with Komori's appalled expression, though that did nothing to deter him from noticing the very prominent hard-on his cousin was sporting.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader smut

[yoshhii]

THEIR REACTIONS WHEN YOU’RE SICK

you went out in the freezing cold without a coat on, even though they told you to put it on

genshin impact + jjba | i missed a lot of characters sorry :(

he would laugh at you saying, “i told you so didnt i?”. he would tease you to no end. saying how cute you look wrapped up in the blankets, how he’s your personal doctor for getting medicine for you, and even laughing at your embarrassed face when he feeds you. he does enjoy taking care of you though, it’s one of the rare times he can tease you all day with an excuse. if you happen to need something he’s already on the way to grab it . “it’s a prince’s job to get whatever his dear princess desires” he’d say. even though you’re in a miserable state he always finds a way to brighten up the mood.

heizou, kaeya, childe, joseph joestar, ceaser, polnareff, okuyasu, mista, narancia, gyro

“oh dear…” he sighs knowing he shouldn’t be surprised. after all he couldn’t be mad at you, all you wanted to do was enjoy the rain. he chuckles to himself when you blush as he puts the spoon towards your lips. “come on my love, you know this is good for you.” the medicine is very herbal, he tells you how natural medicine has more benefits and blah blah. he gives a satisfying hum as you swallow it (pause), knowing you’ll be better soon. he still does everything as usual, going to work, making breakfast, and cleaning the house. he gets everything ready and prepared for you before he leaves to run errands. although he loves you there’s no kisses until you’ve recovered, he wouldn’t want to get sick as well.

zhongli, ayato, albedo, baizhu, tighnari, kazuha, avdol, kakyoin, kira yoshikage, giorno, bruno bucciarati, pucci, johnny

“hmm….” he acts like he doesn’t care even though he does. he buys anything you need and just hands it to you, saying “you can do it by yourself.” once he realizes you are too sick to do it he quickly takes things in his own hands. while taking care of you he keeps a straight face but is screaming on the inside. it was a perfect chance to enjoy being near you without making it obvious. he doesn’t mind taking care of you though. wait. he…is…taking care of you? and the way he is so close to his love makes him melt. his cheeks flush a crimson red, when you notice this and mention it he’ll just brush it off. “i must be getting sick because of you.” at the end of the day he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, “you should listen to me next time” he hopes you don’t so this can happen again.

diluc, xiao, scaramouche, kars, jotaro, rohan, abbacchio, diavolo

he’s very sweet, always making sure if you’re okay. he will use words of encouragement, “i’m sorry you’re sick dear, but i promise it will be over soon!” he says as he smiles at you. he’s such a sweetheart, bringing everything you need in an instant. his bright personality makes you forget that you’re even sick sometimes. he kisses you and hugs you as usual even though you warned him you don’t want the sickness to get to him. “i don’t mind if i get sick as long as i get to kiss you!” he also insists he does everything for you. it’s like you don’t move an inch, not even if you need to eat something, he prefers if you let him feed it to you. he wants you to rest the best you can and get better as quick as possible! he loves you a lot and will always find a way to put a smile on your face.

venti, itto, jonathan, speedwagon, josuke, doppio

#heizou x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #venti x reader #joseph joestar x reader #ceaser zeppeli #polnareff x reader #okuyasu x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #gyro x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #albedo #kira yoshikage x reader #giorno x reader #pucci enrico x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #jotaro x reader #scaramouche x reader #rohan x reader #venti x you #jonathan joestar x reader #speedwagon x reader #josuke x reader #kars x reader #genshin impact x reader #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons

[ddarker-dreams]

Scarlet Ribbons accidental kisses with the gang? (I love your writing so much! You're one of the best fanfic writers <3 <3 I reread your works so often, they make my day : D)

wahhh thank you so much, i'm happy to know my writing can bring you some joy!!! 💖

i'm going to assume that this request takes place before SR reader is in a relationship with anyone, hopefully that's what you had in mind hkjetgrmw maybe something like she started to trip and x guy went to catch her? some traditional shoujo exploits ...

[Scarlet Ribbons index]

Giorno

There's a 99% chance Giorno's sentient Stand, GER, had a hand in this. The Stand shares Giorno's affection for you and wishes his user would hurry up in courting you already. Giorno catches onto the shenanigans at play but it's too late — while catching you, your lips make contact. His face has never felt so warm. He tries portraying himself in this suave, calm manner, but when you're in his general vicinity, it's a challenge to maintain this balanced state. His voice is a few pitches higher when he rushes through an apology. The Don of Passione would feel less nervous starting down the barrel of a gun. Later, he chastises his conniving Stand, but deep down… he's secretly grateful.

Bruno

Bruno doesn't immediately pull away and thinks less of himself because of it. He's straining himself to the degree that veins start protruding from his forehead. Your comfort matters far more to him than satisfying any carnal needs. After he ensures you're steady, he puts an appropriate amount of distance between you, then starts apologizing for the mishap. If you're feeling particularly mischievous, now would be the most opportune time to tease him. He's usually immune to being flustered, even from you, but the emotions running rampant through his system momentarily lower his defenses. There'll be a slight blush on his sunkissed skin. He's quick to excuse himself so he can get his heart under control.

Fugo

Fugo struggles to make eye contact with you for a solid week. Once he gets past the initial slew of positive hormones that make him feel like he's on cloud nine, reality settles in, and he's mortified. What if you think he's a creep who did it on purpose? The thought alone leads to sleepless nights where he gnaws on his nails. He berates himself and is extra prone to explode with anger at the slightest provocation. You need to reassure him before there's collateral damage. He's still stiff around you for a while, but that's because his eyes start wandering to your lips if he isn't careful. His own start tingling, as if remembering the soft sensation and longing to experience it again.

Mista

Mista knew the lord was on his side. The last time he attended mass, he prayed for something like this to happen. The main objective henceforth is to maintain his cool. Ride out the waves of coincidence and try not to come off too strong, lest he scare you away. Once he's certain you aren't going to unleash your wrath upon him, the cogs in his brain begin turning. What can he say to sweeten the moment? Win you over with his charisma and charm? There's got to be a perfect combination of words that'll have you weak to your knees. Eventually, he settles on complimenting your chapstick flavor. He later bemoans himself for not saying something cooler.

Narancia

It's like raw caffeine was injected into his veins. He's absolutely ecstatic, ready to bounce from wall to wall, even though he recognizes it was an accident. Who cares? This has got to be fate, or whatever it's called, he thinks he heard the term in a movie once. Narancia is bragging about it to absolutely everyone, much to their chagrin (especially Fugo's). Abbacchio pours salt into Narancia's drink when he isn't looking as a silent form of vengeance. You come into the room and everyone aside from Narancia is grumpy. You're absolutely his first kiss, a fact he takes great pride in. That is, until he wonders if he's your first kiss… then his mood is slightly pampered… for all of ten minutes. Then he's back to beaming, uncaring of anything besides the fact your lips made contact.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio cannot remember the last time his heart pounded this hard — if ever. Still, he doesn't linger in the moment. He may be harsh around the edges, but he still cares for you greatly, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. When he parts and sees his purple lipstick smudged onto your pretty, parted lips… it is a divine test of his self-control. That mental image has never left him. He's stuck between not feeling worthy of your affection and wanting to kiss you until the pigment stains your lips a deeper color. It's a dilemma. If he isn't constantly distracting himself, his mind runs off to fantasize.

#giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x reader #pannacotta fugo x reader #fugo x reader #guido mista x reader #mista x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #narancia x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #abbacchio x reader #jjba x reader #vento aureo x reader #scarlet ribbons #my stuff #answered #Anonymous

[borderline-purrsonality]

“yo mista white this says there’s an evil presence watching us or some shit”

“JESSE. JESSE GO UNDERGROUND QUICK WE’RE NOT READY. JESSE YOU ONLY HAVE 120 HEALTH”

#breaking bad #juno sayings #walter white #jesse pinkman #terraria #terraria memes #i think I’m funny #I said this to my brother while driving us home from school

[thejojosanctuary]

Um, if it's not too much trouble, could I have one of Giorno, Mista, and Abbacchino and their stands reacting to their s/o's swarm stand? Like, their stand randomly gives them little things they made and how their stands would be around each other. I read the two previous, and fell in love with the concept immediately.

oh gosh it’s been so long since I went back to the swarm stand idea! I still love those previous ones thank you so much for giving me the chance to revisit this lovely little concept!

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Giorno

♡You’ve never hidden the nature of your stand from Giorno since you’ve been together; stands have become such an integral part of everyday life and you trust your partner far too much to even consider the thought that he may react negatively to them. However that doesn’t mean that your stand isn’t nervous. They prefer to stay in clusters - perhaps because there’s just so many of them that they feel safe in their bigger numbers - but to see anything smaller than that, or individuals, are few and far between until you’ve been with him for a while.

♡In a way they remind Giorno of Mista’s stand, only there’s way more of them. They act both individually and as a hivemind for its user’s will which is inherently fascinating to him, so don’t be surprised if you notice he’s subtly trying to coax you to tell him more about it, interested to see for himself what the stand of his lovely partner could possibly be capable of.

♡He’s observant from the beginning; call it a habit from his upbringing or his current employment but Giorno makes it a habit to take note of the little things and keep them in his mind for later, and your stand gets this exact treatment. He knows the telltale noise that signals you’ve activated your stand, can hear the little skittering of numerous tiny feet bouncing around when they’re present. And he certainly notices the fact that your stand loves doing little things to express how they - and by extension, you - are feeling; namely, through the presents that begin showing up. 

♡Giorno never misses the little gifts that they begin to leave around for him to find, little patchwork presents or items salvaged from long forgotten places all left conveniently where he can find them. His bedside desk is slowly amassing a collection of handmade trinkets; he keeps finding little brooches and shiny buttons in his jacket pockets as he’s getting ready in the mornings; and let’s not even get started on the pretty handmade things that, while deeply appreciated, are better suited for a place where they can be admired and shown off rather than stashed inside his shoes as a surprise.

♡Never one to take a gift ungraciously, Giorno makes it a point to thank these little stands for all of the thoughtful gifts, enjoying the excited little chirps that they make in response as they scramble away clearly chuffed that their offerings are accepted. Over time they become more emboldened, reassured by his gentle approach and clear appreciation for their hard work, and eventually you have to start getting used to seeing your stand always fawning over Giorno in some way whenever it’s activated. 

♡They clearly love him, a few occasionally coming to rest upon his shoulders and darting over his hands or lap when he’s working or relaxing just to keep him company, watching intently over him and continuing those little chirping noises he’s begun to associate with their happiness. It’s endearing really, and only really solidifies just how much his partner loves and trusts him, if the way their stand cuddles against him in small clumps and peacefully naps the time away safe at his side is any indication.

♡It’s almost a little embarrassing how fast your swarm attaches to Gold Experience - literally. Once they’ve started showing the love and attention to Giorno his own stand’s interest is more than piqued, materializing behind him and taking to studying the little bundle of little figures that whizz all around its user. Once again another gift is deposited before Giorno - a small piece that must have once been part of an old necklace, now fashioned into a decorative little piece with the swarm’s personal touch. Gold experience takes a moment to admire the piece, and the handful of little beings that reverently shove it in Giorno’s direction, and decides that it’s only fair to reciprocate the gesture in kind.

Not even a few minutes later you’re almost startled out of your chair in the other room when a bundle of your swarm barrels directly towards you. They gleefully shove what you recognize is one of your favorite flowers up towards your face to proudly show off the gift that Gold Experience kindly made for them, big enough that it takes several of them just to keep the precious item upright. And thus starts an amusing game of back and forth gifts between the two stands, with Giorno eventually having to invest in a small cabinet to show off the collection and you having to clear off the windows in half the house just to make room for the steadily growing garden you’ve got forming with every new interaction with your partner’s stand.

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Mista

♡Mista honestly didn’t entirely believe that your stand could be made up of that many little creatures. Sure, he’s seen his fair share of weird stuff and has had to throw rationality out of the window more times than he can count for the sake of surviving everything that he’s ever been through. But a swarm? He’s imagining a small little cluster like a bees nest at most and thinks you’re pulling his leg when you explain to him that there’s way more of them than you’ve ever shown to him before.

♡The first time he sees just how many make up your stand is in the middle of a mission. Having lost sight of an enemy and with no idea where they could be the only thing he hears is you muttering that you’re ‘gonna need them all to cover more ground’ before your stand fully manifests, a whole swarm emerging to dart right past where he’s staked out and skittering out into all possible directions before his very eyes. He damn near gives his position away, not expecting the sudden rush of tiny creatures and not too quietly telling you to give him a bit of warning next time as he hops onto higher ground to avoid getting in the swarm’s way.

♡Once things are safe and you’re reunited, Mista finds himself not only swarmed by Sex Pistols coming back together but a collection of your own stand as well, a number of the swarm breaking off from the larger clusters to timidly flitter around him as though checking him for injuries. Not going to lie it makes him squirm a bit having them fuss over him - usually he’s having to do it with Sex Pistols since they’re more than capable of getting rowdy left unchecked, so being on the receiving end isn’t something he’s used to. Don’t think he misses the snort you try to pass off as a cough watching him getting all flustered as one of the swarm pats at his cheeks and tries to fix his hat back into place with a chirp that he swears means it’s babying him. 

♡Sex Pistols take a bit of time to get used to your swarm stand, namely thanks to the fact that your stand has the poor guys significantly outnumbered. You’re sure it’s got to be a little intimidating for them since they’re only slightly bigger than your swarm, and you do your best to ease their fears that your stand really doesn’t mean any harm, but at the beginning they all butt heads like a house on fire. You’ve had to comfort a crying 5 when your swam all but swallowed him up in one of their clusters; had to yank a handful of your swarm away from 3 to stop a budding fight. At least there’s amicability between 1 and your stand, and that alongside the fact that you’re Mista’s partner is the main factor that eventually bridges the admittedly rocky first meeting.

♡You’re not entirely sure when the gift giving starts. It seems like the first time it was merely a peace offering between Mista, his stand and your swarm. A handmade trinket, surely created over the course of a few days and kept god knows where only to be presented at this exact moment comes out of seemingly nowhere, and you watch a handful of your stand slide it across the table where you and Mista are having lunch. 

♡It lands gently on the little makeshift table that Sex Pistols crowd around (a brilliant idea on your part to keep the pizza table from your last takeaway order because now that carry that thing everywhere), and there’s only a moment of silence before the little gaggle of bullets lose it at the sight of a gift, an actual gift just for them. Mista doesn’t hear the end about it for days and you can bet they’re gonna make him carry that thing around with him all the time so that it never gets lost. 

♡From there there’s plenty of little gifts that your stand begins presenting once they’ve truly warmed up, though Mista rarely ever gets to see any of them since they’re almost always for Sex Pistols instead of him. He’s lamented to you about it more than once, your offers to treat him to consolation food only easing the hurt a tiny bit (though you try to explain that he’s also technically getting a present since Sex Pistols is a part of him, not that it works). The first time that Mista gets a gift for him though? He is loving it. Doesn’t matter what it is, all he knows is that one of the little creatures making up your stand breaks away from the cluster once and drops a nondescript little present in his hand, looking up at him as though waiting for a response and he is smitten. This little guy? Now his best buddy - no you can’t have it back he’s attached now, even while Sex Pistols is screaming favoritism at the little display.

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Abbacchio

♡Abbacchio scared the shit out of your first stand when you first revealed it openly around him. He’s seen them in their swarm form, that huge cluster of little beings that has pulled through in a pinch more times than he can remember in both reconnaissance and in a scrap; but to say he’s ever seen them split? To have seen what they’re like when they’re not in that giant ever changing shape? It doesn’t happen often, and you’re beginning to regret not doing it sooner when it almost leads to one of the creatures almost getting turned to paste.

♡All he saw was a small shape dart across under the table when you’d let a couple slip out to explore the area and he’d almost ended up crushing one of the poor things beneath a heel mistaking it for an insect. The frantic noise you made as you ushered the single swarm out of harm’s way turned more than a couple of heads, and Abbacchio gives you a raised brow watching you duck under the table cloth, wondering what the big deal is until you pop back up with a miniscule bundle in the palm of your hand. That gets his attention, and as he leans forward in his chair you mirror the movement, cupping your hands close even though there’s no risk of anyone else actually seeing your stand as you bring it up close for him to see. It’s…smaller than he imagined, barely bigger than the palm of your hand and clinging to your fingers like a lifeline as it makes a buzz of noises that makes Abba’s ears ring when he focuses too hard on the sound.

♡Knowing it’s your stand and with curiosity maybe getting the better of him you watch him give your stand a little prod, having to stop himself from reeling back when it immediately latches onto his finger, noise settling to a soft chitter that’s actually rather plesant to listen to. You can’t help but cut in on the moment with “Aw, I think it likes you!” and while Abbacchio gives you a pointed stare under his lashes that tells you he’s none too happy by the comment he doesn’t make an active attempt to wrench his hand away from your stand.

♡Needless to say that your stand makes a point to make itself known around Abbacchio from now on, lest it runs the risk of repeating that whole scenario all over again, and Abba has to start getting used to looking out for these telltale signs to know when they’re actually rummaging around. Surely your stand has got to be some extension of yourself, because has any other stand been this clingy? You’d think they’d be scared of him for the close call but honestly you could reliably say that your swarm stand spends slightly more time hanging around Abbacchio than it actually does around you. He doesn’t know how to feel about this, but does tell you to wrangle them in and knock it off if he feels like it’s getting a bit too much (he’s also reminded of Mista’s stand, if only because of the constant noise that thankfully isn’t as grating on the ears as Sex Pistols childish squabbling.)

♡You’re fully aware of your stands creations - when it comes to people you’re close with it’s always the same story. Both friends and family have mentioned finding the occasional odd item left in places where they could easily find them, and it didn’t take much digging on your end to realize that your swarm stand has a fondness for making or refurbishing discarded items into gifts. It’s kind of cute actually, and you’ve never gone out of your way to discourage its behavior either - why can’t your stand have a couple of hobbies? At least it keeps them out of trouble when you give them free reign outside of battle.

♡It’s not something you pay active attention to until Abba comes knocking on your door, dangling from his fingers a golden piece that you swear used to be a part of one of his old belts, now refashioned into what you can only assume is a brooch or pin. Fully believes that it’s you until your swarm stand makes itself known, crowding around him and pushing the item further into his hand and even going so far as to close his fingers around it to make sure he doesn’t let go. He tried a couple of times to return the items, but the only thing that resulted in was a very distressed stand and Abba waking up in the middle of the night to find said returned items in his clothes. He gives up and just starts accepting them around the third time he finds something stuffed into his shoes. 

♡Moody Blues gets the same treatment as Abbacchio does in the sense that once the stands are introduced you swarm never really leaves it alone. Seeing the lot of them interact makes you wonder if there’s some kind of stand to stand communication that you and Abbacchio are missing out on, the chirping buzz of your stand and the dial up of Moody Blues bouncing back and forth between the two of them like they’re having a full blown conversation. Has and will replay the moments when Abbacchio finds those gifts that they leave, much to Abbacchio’s frustration as a chorus of excitable chirping echoes from the other room at the sight of one of Moody Blue’s many replays of some of their favorite moments. You think it’s kind of sweet seeing them get along, though you doubt Abba appreciates the same sentiment when he actively has to warn his stand over not overusing it’s abilities just to appease the little swarm that he could swear is growing bigger in number every time he looks over at them.

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[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Do they drink coffee?

Giorno: will add a bit of coffee to a cup of hot chocolate to feel more sophisticated. But normal coffee is usually too bitter for him to find it enjoyable, which is why he would ever drink anything.

Bruno: he drinks coffee every day because he is overworked and tired. But if he drinks too much of it he will start coming up with weird ideas.

Abbacchio: every morning he drinks the very bottom of the pot black, with the little bit of coffee grounds that got into the pot and it’s a little lukewarm. He fucking hates it but it’s part of the routine and he isn’t gonna waste it.

Mista: the second he touches a cup of coffee his six little monsters manifest and are like “whhheeeee yes miiiista it’s coffee time!!! Fuck yeah gonna be super charged with this shit! Yeah caffeine!!!! Gimme a sip of the coffee!” And he isnt ready to unleash that on the world so.

Narancia: when he first joined the team Bruno was like “yeah no coffee for you, you would be bouncing off the walls”. And then Narancia got a cup of coffee one time and was expecting to have new super powers and instead he just took a nice nap.

Fugo: drinks some coffee when he has a migraine but caffeine makes him want to start an argument with everyone he sees so he has to stay in his room for a bit and he paces around for hours until he finally gets tired and he still has a migraine it didn’t work.

Trish: she doesn’t drink coffee because whenever she does it keeps her awake all night and then she has to deal with bags under her eyes and a weird sleep schedule for the rest of the week. Big tea drinker though.

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[joestarfoundation]

JOBROS: Dinner is ready...

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Hermes because 1. She already has her post here and 2. This post is supposed to be straight (f/m). I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

How these boys would suck on your clit

nsfw link: Speedwagon, Caesar, Bruno | He would eat you out by making you lie on the mattress, and he would do it so well that it would be impossible for you not to grab his hair while your tender moans motivate him to continue<3

nsfw link: Okuyasu, Mista | If you want it that way, he'll give you some licks to your clit to tease you, while looking at your breasts, but don't worry, he'll eat you out well, just make sure you don't hold back your moans if you don't want to end up totally overstimulated

nsfw link: Kakyoin, Gyro | Literally RIP that pussy, the moment will feel so deeply intimate, not only because of the way his full lips suck your clit, but because his hands will also be touching your entire body, everything. His tongue would move like crazy inside you and you would possibly end up squirting in his face

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[privitivium]

team bucciarati w/ a crush whose hobby is collecting perfume bottles :3

these count as headcanons i think! ㅡ reader can be read as gender neutral. i love randomness frfr.. sorry for any mistakes :p

niche interests ftw!!!

hints of nsfw elements - notably mista's;; edging :p

bruno;;

ㅡwould be the type to thoroughly interact with you over ur hobby - giving you a firm allowance for your necessaties paired with your own pocket money and excitedly listening when you offer to showcase and then reviewing them with you - wanting to find a new one for himself from your collection perhaps? if you would let him of course.. he was eager to find one in your collection that reminds him of you, wanting to wear your scent on his clothes,,

ㅡoften reminding you everytime you come home with a new perfume in a pretty bag filled with tissue paper, not to give yourself headaches.. and when you accidentaly do so, he is quick to give remedies and scold softly,,

ㅡhe'd compare his interest with yours, a collector of fancy intricately made spoons embarrassingly he'd admit,, something you'd bond over - collecting antique perfumes and spoons together with ur shared downtime, hanging out in every other antique store and often exploring markets to find something that would appeal to the others..

ㅡanyway - showcasing your collection to bruno, excitedly as you spread them out - commenting on which ones don't give you headaches and offering them to bruno, even maybe,, gifting him one of yours,, a declaration of love?!?!

ㅡ“this one.. it smells like your natural smell...” you mentioned mutely - observing the simple, baby blue stained vase bottle before popping the cap, giving it a whiff and letting out a soft sigh - it smelled like him? “I use it frequently because it smells so good..” you continued thoughtlessly, humming in satisfaction - too caught up in admiring the bottle..

ㅡ“Really? Frequently, huh?” Did you unknowingly out yourself?? maybe. but did it make his heart throb uncomfortably with a disgusting amount of flourishing affection for you? yeah. “If i may, could I explore your collection further?” an idea of using a perfume of yours that smelled akin to you - your natural musk that you coat in perfume that smelled like him.. you offhandedly remark that some bottles may be empty, but the remnants of the scents still linger and excitedly direct him to your shelf dedicated to your collection..

leone;;

ㅡhe was surprisingly unaware about your interestㅡ! news to you since you thought everyone knew, considering the countless random perfume bottles that you occasionally leave out rather carelessly trying to organize something else other than your bottles.. which you only really collect for the bottles rather than scent. you figure he thought they were trish's..?

- he was curious about where you went during your downtime and what exactly you did with your funds.. He wasn’t one to snoop, glancing in ur room like a parent checking on their kid to see if they were alright - no trace of you besides your natural smell.. He opened the door a bit wider - truly, he was not one to snoop actively, but the glint caught his eye,, ur perfume cabinet !! no wonder you smell so good, huh?? He sniffed the one on your bedside - the one that you wore. It smelled exactly like you.. hmm, oh, what he could do with this..? he spritzes his wrists and neck.

ㅡ"the smell of pungent perfumes gives me headaches.” he had waved off the invitation without giving it any thought, despite his heartbeat speeding up at your polite offering hum - did he just,, reject you,,? on accident?! you, understanding, exit stage-left and get ready to leave as you had originally planned.. ugh-!!

ㅡquickly, he goes over everything with bruno, making sure there isn't anything going on, double checking before looking for and finding you about to make your move out of the base - he saunters up to your side, saying something about going in pairs no matter where. excitedly, you lead him to a new antique store that you had been meaning to find the time to go into, hidden amongst the brighter, livelier stores.. what a find!

ㅡhit with the smell of old furniture and .. old carpet. a radio playing Dalida, a song he couldn't recognize except the singer herself.. It was like they sang to you, having immediately navigating your way through the antique store with no trouble and finding the protected bottles among other delicate trinkets. You were so gentle, so soft while handling the glass bottles and observing the intricate designs.. how did he not know?? He knew everything about you practically - but not this?? He curses himself, planning to be more engaged in your interests, or hobbies rather...

ㅡyou direct him elsewhere in the familiar smelling store, merely admiring other oddities and old clothes, before purchasing and leaving with a lavender stained glas bottle with notes that reminded him of a common men's cologne, that reminded you of him, as you told him - saying something along the lines of “wanting to get some that reminds me of the gang!” all cheerfully.. Hrm. he’d much rather you focus on all the aspects of ur hobby that remind you of him,,

mista;;

ㅡhe knew of your hobby,, he just didnt know it was to the extent of having a huge, beautiful shelf dedicated to holding many bottles in ur room - he doesn't pay attention to much else besides daydreaming while breathing in the scent of you while hanging out in your room.. before you invited him out with you in front of the gang. the others, notably narancia and fugo, saying something about the way it'll help the way mista smells - saying it's good that he's going with you to a store dedicated to fragrances..

ㅡto subject himself to such a boring activity - standing near you, bored, as you survey the shelves filled with odd trinkets of an antique store that almost smelled like.. something familiar.. he just couldnt put his finger on it! was this what you did everytime you went to find new additions to your collection?? just stand around, feeling the bottles and practically looking at them with a fucking magnifying glass - it seems like you couldnt care less about the scents. the dedication..

ㅡ “god, look at this-!” you exclaimed, whispering loudly and trembling with excitement, and mista quickly looks around, startled, to see the cause of your boutㅡbefore his gaze falls onto your hands, gently holding a rotund glass bottle with intricate leaves ( insect wings? ) etched onto it with a swan.. on the cap..? “isn't this beautiful?? my gosh - and it's not even that much..”

ㅡmista can't really see the appeal of actually taking time to go into these types of stores and specifically finding perfume bottles - empty or not.. but they appeal to you, and he thinks that's all that really matters as well as spending time with you,, hovering over you uncomfortably close as you take the time to admire the intricately designed and vintage glass bottles, taking a whiff and offering to waft it to him so he doesn't get a headache..

ㅡnsfw;; every time you stood near him - merely passing by, he couldn't get enough of the scent that wafted to his nostrils.. and besides, your shirt was loosing its’ scent anyway! ultimately taking it up a knotch and going into your room to steal a few spritzes of the perfume you wear, ( having a hard time because you had a few bottles in your nightstand for decoration - him, having to go through all three hurriedly sniffing..)

-spraying an article of clothing he stole from your room.. a miscellaneous item really, one that he was sure you wouldn't care about, with the use of sex pistols,, hushing them as they slowly pull the article into his hands from your room in the darkness of the hallway - it ultimately ends up with him edging himself while huffing the faint scent of the perfume from ur shirt,, before he can't hold it anymore - the smell and knowing you wore this shirt gets to him, releasing all over himself. hmggh

narancia;;

ㅡengrossed in your hobby as you were. you weren't worried that he would break something - having enough trust in him to treat your things with care. which he does-! utterly, completely focused and firmly holding whatever it is hes holding as he admires the designs along the various perfume and cologne bottles that admittedly look old and in his opinion, did not fit you.. but to each their own, he supposes..

ㅡoften indulges himself in smelling them... you offer him a strip of paper with a scent of the day - every day. it's his favorite! sometimes waiting by your door or taking it upon himself to sit in your room for your awakening just to inquire about it.. he wants to be more appealing to you, and what better way than engaging in ur hobby??

ㅡgives himself headaches just from trying to smell all of ur bottles, some that may not even have the fragrance inside,, merely the remnants. you scold him often,, telling him that you don't want him to hurt himself over merely smelling them, before giving him the ones that aren't prone to giving you headaches - so why would they give narancia headaches??

ㅡexperimentally inhaling the fragrance deeply - unconcerned with himself - grinning giddily as he realizes it smells like arancia.. it must remind you of him, no?? why have so many that smell like orange if not?? dont tell him its because the bottles are pretty, he knows the truth.. filled with an overbearing amount of affection, and comes off a little too forward as he continues conversation, questioning you about your favorites which you inevitably tell him your favorite bottle and offering him your favorite scent by saying “smell.” and offering your wrist to himㅡshowcasing mint, petitgrain and inevitably orange..

ㅡusing a bit of his allowance to surprise you with a men's cologne that was sure to earn him a hug, no?? it was a little plain, yeah, sure but its the thought that counts - Fugo and Bruno told him so. and of course you were ecstatic,, a little. happy to have a new addition to your shelves, you suppose - asking where he got it from since it was nothing like you ever smelled besides on Narancia,,

ㅡobviously he would want you to have one that he uses. just to have. amiright??? just to have.. and occasionally spray ur room with it so you would instinctively think of him… no other reaosn. maybe

fugo;;

ㅡperfumes.. it was definitely interesting to him. he'd think about it, often, and admire the cabinet full of the bottles - some empty, all just for show - except one, you would show him, it was a smaller case, in the shape of a key. “this one.. it smells so good..” you offer the lid to him, and he finds it to be the scent of you he'd become infatuated with. what was that.. notes of coffee beans, almond, and sea salt, is what he identifies right off the bat.. hrrmmm,,, god if he could just bury his nose in ur neck and inhale and hold you into his chest,, still, he doesnt know if you feel the same way. he would have to hold himself and comfort himself with daydreams while biting on your pencil.

ㅡdespite him often enjoying you talk about your thoughts on every bittle you have, he found that you enjoyed when he would review them.. giving each one his honest thoughts and rating,,.. picking up a small bottle with pearl-like dots decorating the edges with a burgundy red fragrance sloshing around.. “that one.. just reminds me of strawberries. and well.. you know.. strawberries remind me of you in general. but this scent reminds me of youㅡ!!” you would tell him, trembling in excitement as you gently grab a small vial - reminiscent of the victorian tear catcher..

ㅡhe'd gently complain after smelling all the ones you offered him, you, more happy than anything to share your interest with fugo, which he could see as plain as day and couldnt help but feel giddy himself - coming off as an angry flustered more than shy as he would like,,

ㅡyou would often invite him out, fugo gladly joining you - eager to spend time with you however you wanna spend it, and offering to lead you to antique stores of his own, secretly excited to show off to you now that he's much aware about your interests.. he remembers which ones have perfumes and colognes at the like - or merely glass bottles which you were eager to welcome into your collection..

giorno;;

ㅡyou were the one that actually welcomed him with welcome arms besides mother bruno, and after a while he found himself sticking close to you simply due to your kind nature and rather open personality.. he had actual feelings for you that he had to acknowledge, and he'd indefinitely work up the nerve to confess, but in the meantime, he'd dedicate his free time to spending it with you no matter what.. no matter if it was simply organizing, listening to you talk, or trying to mediate you after worrying about broken glass after one slipped from your hands one without fragrance - thankfully. yet, you cried.. he was full of merriment, happy to console and hold you, patting you on the back a little lamely..

ㅡfinds the overbearing smell a little repugnant after willing himself to sniff several - and tells you this, earnestly in a polite manner. “i don't know how you do it..” he would joke lamely, a smile painted on his lips. “i admire the bottles.. that's all there is to it. only one will i actually use..” you would retort with a hint of bitterness to his surprise.. what's with the hostility???

ㅡultimately, saving up a bit of his money just to gift you a gorgeous looking bottle he found hidden in an antique store that he found around the outskirts - one that looked similar to your collection already with curves and intricate divots - one he was sure that would gain your affection??..

post- ( everyone lives :3 )

ㅡproud of himself, now that he has the resources to truly fund your hobby.. ultimately wants to impress ‐ kinda like a peacock! trying to flaunt himself to you almost while simultaneously running passione.. dedicating a room full of shelves, protected to the fullest with bolted cabinets that were sure not to tremble with footsteps nearby..

ㅡoften having himself accompany you to these antique stores you love so much - asking why exactly you don't want the most recent fragrance and you have to carefully remind him that it's the bottles that appeal to you, worn and used delicately and now passed onto you by fate :p

ㅡhas a few people go raid a few stores that he's sure you have not explored, buying them out and surprising you with a shelves full of new additions to which you excitedly admire the room.. a little inconvenient, but at the same time it's so wonderful,, how could you not fall for him, right??? right.,,,???

i feel so awkward tagging hnnghhgmm

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[honeybeedrabble]

what it is hoe, best writer ever, can i please request an abbacchio x reader but christmas themed?? like mistletoe and santa hats and passionate smut pls pls pls 🎄🎅

This is gonna make a great gift… for christmas…

CW: piv (unprotected so be safe), cream pie (don’t do thaaaat…), very soft honestly, lots of fluff, breast play, mistletoe 🤭🤭, lmk if i missed anything.

Team Bucciarati was coming over for the annual Christmas dinner party you and your boyfriend hosted at your house. The food was ready and the table was set, however, there was a crucial element that was missing at this festive feasting.

“Oh c’mon, Leone. What ever happened to your Christmas cheer?” you giggled, setting a floppy santa hat on your boyfriends head.

He sat on the loveseat, arms crossed as the red and white hat adorned his grumpy face so perfectly.

“What are you talking about?” he huffed, adjusting the hat as the small white puffball swung from side to side.

“Look around, isn’t the place missing something?” you asked. Abbachio looked around, an eyebrow cocked.

“No… the stockings are hung, the trees been decorated for weeks, there are about a hundred lights in this room alone, and I genuinely believe we wouldn’t be able to fit a single poinsettia anywhere else in this house.”

You softly pouted, leaning in the doorway from the living room to the dining room, tilting your head to the side and looking up at the bare ceiling.

“Are you sure we aren’t missing something?” Just then something clicked inside of him. The mistletoe. He tried to hide his blush, but you knew this look all too well and felt your lips tug into a smirk.

“Last year Mista wouldn’t let up until we kissed under that god forsaken ceiling bush…” you couldn’t help but blush yourself as you reminisced.

“Come on, it was cute.”

“It was indecent…” he said, a slight hint of humor in his voice. “I don’t see why you feel the need to try to impress them so much with all your decorations.”

“Because it means we get to spend time together making this place a home… our home.” You added softly, walking over to the nearby coffee table and grabbing the mistletoe.

Abbachio stood up from his seated position on the loveseat, walking over to you where he would gently take the plant from your hands and hang it right above you on the ceiling with a nearby thumbtack.

“Well when you put it like that…” he smirked, towering over you as he positioned the decorative plant just right.

“So you’ve come around after all?”

“Well I’m no Scrooge, and if doing this means I get to see you happy then I don’t care what they’ll ask of us tonight.” Abbachio looked almost proud of his decorative skills, admiring the perfectly symmetrical placement.

You looked up at him and smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his chest. He looked down at you with a curious face, interested in your sudden display of affection.

“Looks like it’s just us under this thing.”

“It seems so, and what of it, hmm?” he asked, his large hand caressing the back of your head and smoothing your hair down from its ruffled place against the santa hat.

“And it means we have to kiss now.”

“Oh really? I wasn’t aware,” he teased, something that was rare from him and heavily welcomed by you.

“Well then now you are, and you need to fulfill your duties and kiss me,” you smiled, an arm unwrapping around his waist as your hand snaked up his abdomen and lay against the warm skin of his chest.

He bent down to your height, gently cupping your face in his hands and placed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You always loved this, the way he held you so gently, the way he seemed to calm even the slightest of nerves in you with his kiss alone. It was moments like these you considered him a godsend.

He gently caressed your cheek bone with his thumb, then broke the kiss as gently as he started it. You opened your eyes to see him and felt your heart ache at the look he gave you. His eyes were blown wide, lilac hair softly drooping towards his face. You smiled as you collected his hair and tucked it behind his ear. That stupid santa hat on his head knocking the lock of hair back in his face. You two giggled, then looked back in eachothers eyes.

You hadn’t realized how anxious you really were for this party until you felt how relaxed you were now. It’s as if all that time you spent running around for gifts and wrapping them, mixed with the troublesome time of decorating the house and preparing the food hadn’t happened to you at all. You knew in a way that was true. Who was there to tell you Bucciarati’s jacket size when you didn’t know? Who was there to help you with the food when you still needed to go grocery shopping? And who was there to help put the star on the tree because you couldn’t reach? It was all Abacchio. In your heart you always knew you loved him, but now you were finally presented with the knowledge of your devotion for him. As if it was something that kept the world going.

“Have you opened the wine? You have that heavy lidded look to you,” Abbachio asked, thumb still caressing your soft skin.

“No no, it’s not that.” You smiled, eyes shutting as you tilted your head into his hand, placing your own on his wrist.

“Well then, beautiful, what is it?” He spoke so softly, something he regularly did to you out of respect.

“It’s you, Leone. It’s all you.” You opened your eyes, watching how his cheeks warmed up at your sentiments. “You know I love you. I couldn’t ask for a better gift than you, in fact you might’ve just ruined all presents anyone may have gotten me tonight.”

“I hope that’s not true, I have something special planned.” He smiled. “But regardless, I was thinking the same thing.”

He kissed you again, more hunger this time. His arms wrapped around your waist as yours interlocked around his neck, your jaw going slack as he licked along your lower lip. A sigh escaped your mouth, one of your hands tangled in his long, silky hair. You could feel his smirk against your lips, his teeth running along your lower lip to tease you as you threw your head back.

“It’s shocking to me how easily you can switch on the flip of a dime for me,” he softly cooed, bending down further to lick a stripe up your neck.

You shuddered as he latched into your jaw, sucking a small hickey just underneath it that would be impossible to hide. Your hands continued to tangle in the back of his head, legs threatening to give under his massive presence if it weren’t for your arms holding on tight.

“I love it when you get like this,” he whispered sensually in your ear, his grip on your waist becoming more firm as he kissed you again, swaying side to side with you.

He gradually led you over to the loveseat he was sat in previously, moving gracefully almost as if he were dancing with you there. He sat down on the loveseat and pulled you into his lap, stroking your neck as you looked deep into his eyes that twinkled in the soft light of the christmas tree.

His hands were now on your hips, guiding you closer til you could feel the heartbeat pounding in his chest, along with the growing erection hitching in his pants as you slid further into him. You shuddered at the feeling, your skin growing hotter and the exchange becoming steamier.

There was an small yet audible groan rumbling in his throat when you shifted your hips just right, his jaw falling slack, urging you to explore eachothers mouths more on the velvety couch. His large hands slid up your back, sending chills up your spine until they settled at your upper back, pushing you further into his chest.

You ran your hands up his chest, landing on his neck, you lightly moaned as you felt goosebumps rise on his skin as you two continued making out in the living room. You could feel every subtle moment, the smooth curves of his muscular neck, the was his tongue caressed your lips before diving back in your mouth, the way his muscles tensed when you ground against him just right, the texture of his long hair as you pushed it back for more leverage. By now he was sure that all he wanted was you, he was also sure he’d be replaying this moment over and over again throughout the evening if he found himself alone.

“Abbachio…” you whimpered his name softly, legs shivering in excitement, the movements only arousing his hunger for you.

Abbachios hold on you became tighter, he wasn’t even aware of it in the heat of the passion. His hands left your back and moved up to the front of your blouse, unbuttoning it and feeling up your soft skin that was just underneath it.

As your blouse opened up so did the rest of you, with a sigh your head fell to the side, exposing yourself even further. Abbachio was pleased as he unclasped your bra, his tongue caressing your cleavage before your breasts spilled out of their confines.

Quickly you reached for his pants and undid the button and zipper, signaling you wanted them off. You got up on your knees which was enough for him to slide off, a strange hardness hitting you inner thigh as he slid them off. You ignored it, preferring the hardness hitting your stomach right now.

“You know we’re going to have to make this quick, if I’m not mistaken I think everyone’s about to be on their way soon.” Abbachio turned his head to the large grandfather clock next to the roaring fireplace.

“Trust me, we can get this done pretty quick.”

You pulled your panties to the side, your red skirt making his access easier. Delighted, his hand lifted it up caressing your folds with his thumb. You shivered, grasping his shaft and replacing his fingers for his tip, running it up and down, spreading his warm precum along your clit. You bit your lip when he smiled devilishly at you, wanting to grab you by your waist and plunge himself deep into your cunt, but stopped himself when he realized it would be at his pace instead of yours. It was something he did to let you warm up the way you saw fit.

Lucky for him you sunk down onto his length soon enough and you could feel his muscles tense up when you took him until he bottomed out. You put your hands on the headrest of the couch and kissed him on his forehead.

“Mmmm…” he hummed, face turning a pale pink when you put a twist in your hips. “Enjoying yourself up there?”

“Y-yeah,” you grunted, pushing yourself up only to slide back down into his lap with a breathy moan.

He placed a hand on one of your tits, his index and thumb rolling a nipple after he spat on it. You stiffened up, then arched your back, feeling him throb inside of you.

“Seems like y-you are too,” you let out, feeling juices run down your thighs.

“You read me like a book,” his other hand was now firm on the underside of your thigh, guiding you up and down his length as he deliciously stretched you out.

You let him take control for you, his slippery cock penetrating you over and over again, pushing against spots inside of you he was well acquainted with. He smiled when he watched your face contort, eyes watering with pleasure.

He moaned your name, gently nibbling your earlobe as he held you up and lifted his hips into you, his pubic bone grinding against your clit making you see stars. His pace began to become more and more rough, your cunt squeezing his girth tightly as his smooth tip explored your insides.

Abbachio became flustered as he watched you writhe in his lap, unable to help himself he turned you both over and grabbed the outer sides of your thighs. He realigned himself with you enterance and you both let out matching moans when he thrusted inside. You both got louder when you realized how much deeper he could be inside of you. In and out, over and over, the mix of noises between your gutteral groans and the squelching of your cunt only made him pound you harder.

You watched as his hat threatened to fall off and when it almost did you grabbed his face and brought it closer to yours, making out now as he fucked you senseless. You moaned in his mouth while you wrapped your legs around his torso, holding on for dear life.

“It’s good?” He asked, voice husky now as he felt you flutter around him.

“S-so good! Ngh- love… i love you!” you cried out, diving back in for another kiss.

You felt yourself shake, your stomach churn, and body burn hot as you came hard. You thought he looked so pretty with his hat on as he sunk his teeth into his lip, grunting while he rearranged your organs with his cock.

Soon enough he couldn’t help himself as he spilled his cum deep in your walls, you felt the way he shuddered and knew it was over before he did. He almost whimpered as he drained himself inside of you, your kisses became sloppy through both your orgasms. When he finally pulled out he noticed how late it was and was anxious to gain his composure.

“Shit… Theyll be here any minute now! I’m sorry my love, I’ll make this up to you later tonight- I promise!” He panted as his chest rose and fell, leaning over to kiss you one more time before rushing over to your linen closet to find a towel.

You reclasped your bra and buttoned your shirt, finally tossing off that santa hat. You bent down to pick up his pants so he could put them on easier when a small red box fell out of his pocket. It had a silver bow on the top and you smiled at how cute it was. Absentmindedly you opened it and froze when you saw a small ring sitting in the middle.

“Lay back and I’ll take care of the mess, okay?” Abbachio asked entering the room again. He also froze when he saw you holding his ring. “So you found it…” He sighed before letting out a small laugh.

“I was planning on proposing after presents and… at the very least while I was wearing pants, but I guess these things can’t be helped.” He walked over to you and sat down next to you.

“Marry me?” He asked, taking one of your hands and placing it on his chest, heart beating a million miles a minute.

You threw your arms around him, crying happily as you kissed his face all over, muttering soft “yes”’s over and over again. He placed the ring on your finger and grabbed your face gently in his hands. He looked up for a moment and you did too, seeing a mistletoe you must’ve forgotten hanging right above you. You two laughed softly until there was a knock at the door. You jumped and ushered Abbachio out of the room to change as you quickly cleaned yourself and fixed your hair.

Soon enough you opened the door and we’re greeted by all your friends, each one holding their own gifts for eachother. It didn’t take long for them to notice your ring and when Abbachio came out they all congratulated you profusely. Dinner went well, the whole party did. There wasn’t a moment you weren’t grateful for your fiancé, and as the night went on you realized that he wasn’t lying about making it up to you.

AN: happy holidays everyone !! i’m very grateful to have such amazing people interacting with my stuff and i hope everyone had a great holiday season !!

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Do you have any headcanons for the Bucci Gang with a s/o that constantly has nightmares? :")

Naaah, cuz I can definitely relate to that. I have somniphobia bc of the nightmares I get actually 💀 Word of advice!; Try to pay attention to what you eat right before you go to sleep! I know it sounds silly, but certain foods you eat are known to trigger nightmares. However, those foods vary from person to person, obviously, not everyone had the same trigger(s)! But, anyways! I gotchu! Ty very much for ur request! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

~➗🍓🍊🐞⏳🔫🤐~

Bucci Gang with S/O who has constant nightmares!

Abbacchio;

He completely understands how you feel

He's definitely struggled with nightmares ever since... Well, you know...

He tries his best to really just be there for you, y'know?

When you wake up after a nightmare he's always there to comfort you

He holds you tight

Reminds you that whatever you dreamed about wasn't real

That he's there for you and always will be there for you

He's not really sure how to help you with your nightmares

Hell, he doesn't really believe he is helping you despite how many times you reassure him that he does in fact help you out

He, himself, had never really handled his nightmares problem

He just kinda got used to sucking them up and pretending like they didn't take a toll on him

But, obviously, he doesn't want you to do the same

So, every time you wake up he always make sure to ask you about your dreams

Even if it seemed like nothing was wrong that whole night

He wants to make extra sure that you, for once, got a comfortable sweet dream

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Bruno;

He worries a lot about your constant nightmares

No person can deal with such a thing without it taking a toll on them

Of course, he's always there for you when you wake up from one

Hugging you, reminding you that it was just a dream

Whispering sweet nothings into you

Placing soft, comforting kisses on your head and forehead as he gently holds you

But he knows those are just quick fixes to something that's so obviously constantly troubling you

So, he'll begin to find daily solutions to your nightmares

Maybe setting a bedtime routine

And switching it up to see what helps you sleep better at night

He'll even do it with you! You're both in this together!

He makes it very clear that you'll never have to deal with this alone ever again

And no matter how long it'll takes, he'll help you find a way to help you sleep better

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Mista;

He's so ready to help you out

This man is so laid back and relax

He genuinely thinks he could "train you" to relax and let go of your nightmares-

As silly as how his goal sounds when worded like that

He does give genuine suggestions that could help with relaxing before going to bed

Recommending that you do some light stretches

Maybe some meditation?

Hell, why not try the old classic trick of warm milk?

However, even if that doesn't work

The man is always there to comfort you as well if you do end up waking up due to a nightmare

He holds you so protectively

And reassure your that he's right there with you

That he'll always protect you no matter from what or from who

He even offers to try to do something else instead of going back to sleep

Simply to help you calm down more and so you don't have to force yourself to go back to sleep

He definitely wouldn't mind to go on a 3 am run to get some snacks from a nearby store if it'll help you clear out your head for a bit-

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Narancia;

P a n i c

At first, he isn't really sure how to help

He definitely still deals with nightmares as well from his time on the streets and his mother's passing

Though, he's definitely gotten good at basically shaking them off throughout the day and forgetting about them

He's hesitant about it

Obviously, he wants to help but he doesn't really think he could be much of help

After all, he realizes his way of dealing with nightmares isn't the healthiest and therefore is something he definitely doesn't want for you

But he's just so clueless as to how to help

Eventually though, it kind of just comes natural to him

Sure, he might not know how to help in the big picture

But whenever you do have a nightmare, he's always there by your side

He tries his best to give you physical affection and comforting reassurance that's he's never going to leave you much less let something or someone hurt you

He does his best to make you smile again and helping you feel better by telling jokes or silly stories as well!

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Fugo;

Oh, how much he could relate

Fugo's nightmares seem never ending as well

So, once he realized you dealt with the same problem as him, he was completely heartbroken for you

He knows very well how painful it is to deal with constant nightmares

And so, he makes it his mission to do everything within his power to help you

This boy dives in deep for you

Literally analyzing you, to your comfort, trying to get to the root of the problem

Reading and researching endlessly for answers

If he realizes it's something he can't entirely handle on his own, he'll even try to contact doctors, therapists, specialists, literally anyone that could give an solution to your problems

But aside from all of that, of course he's always physically there for you right after you wake up from a nightmare

The poor boy even stays up to make sure you don't show signs that you are having a nightmare

And if you do, he makes sure to wake you up before it gets any worse

He hugs you, trying to be gentle but can't help but give some squeezes of reassurance here and there

Reminding you that it's all going to be okay and you're going to get the help you need with his help

Definitely reminds you that you're not alone and never will be

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Giorno;

He doesn't really understand at first

He's definitely had nightmares before but had become so used to them that he couldn't become upset at then anymore

He'd literally shove them away to the back of his head and would never acknowledge how bad they actually were

However, he could clearly see how negatively this was affecting you

And of course his instinct was to try to understand and help you

He tries to read a bit into how to lessen nightmares and get a better sleep

He's so attentive

Always paying close attention on whether your nightmares get better or worse based on what he suggests you try in order to get a better sleep

He even tried to grow lavenders in your bedroom to help you relax and get better rest

And he always listens

Whenever you have a nightmare, he's always hearing you out as to what happened in your nightmare

Constantly debunking the fictitious dream

And reassuring you of the reality

He was here for you

Always will

And he swears that he'll never let anything or anyone hurt you

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Trish;

Ah, she feels for you as well

After what happened with Diavolo, she started developing constant nightmares

So, she constantly reminds you that she completely understands what you're going through

And that you're most definitely not alone

She tries to help you both by planning calming/comforting activities before going to bed

Such as a homemade spa of some sort

Or even just cuddling and watching some comforting movies you both love

Hoping that maybe you'll go to sleep with those happy feelings and your dreams will contain them

However, if that doesn't work, she tightly hugs you

Sometimes even cries with you

She knows how horrible it feels

She'll place soft kisses all over your face though

She really wants you to never forget that you're both in this together

And you'll pull through it, together

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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Team Bucciarati & Accidentally walking in on you while you are changing

Warning: all characters are 18+ in this situation, kinda suggestive content ahead if you squint? Well beside Mista’s but… really nothing crazy lol

Reader is female!

A/N: I have like 37 fucking JJBA smuts I could finish yet here I am writing this stupid shit LMAO — also my phone is acting so infuriating lately so please bear with me if there are any typos Proof read? Never

Giorno Giovanna

He knocks, every single time, so how this even happened is beyond him. Maybe it was because your door was slightly ajar, maybe it was because it was only the two of you home in the apartment the entire gang shared, whatever the reason was… Giorno still failed to knock. “Y/n do you ha—oh.” He froze midway through the door, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at you. You were mid-change, a shirt on but no pants, panties sticking to your frame as you turned to face him. “Giorno!?” You yelped, grabbing the closest item to shield your lower half — in this case it was your pillow. “I’m sorry I…” he was turning around so you only saw his back. “I just wanted to ask you something but it can certainly wait till you are decent…” he was making his way back out of your room, face burning just as brightly as yours.

Bruno Bucciarati

He wasn’t thinking, knuckles hitting your door a few times and pushing it open without waiting for a response. “Y/n I need you to help me with this paperwork…” he locked eyes with you, his tired brain taking a second to process that you looked shocked. “B-Bruno!” Your hands were over your bare chest, hugging your breasts tightly. He blinked once, twice, three times before his cheeks were turning neon red. You’d never seen him exit your room so quickly, hand over his mouth as he clicked the door shut. “My deepest apologies…” he was muffled from behind your door but you could still hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I am… so so sorry… forgive me I…” you began to laugh, reaching for a shirt to throw over yourself. A second later, you were opening your bedroom door. “No need to apologize, Bruno. It’s alright.” Your cheeks were still warm, but it felt less awkward seeing how shy he had gotten. You found it rather cute.

Pannacotta Fugo

It’s a rare occasion for Fugo to even come close to your room. He probably couldn’t even accurately describe it if he wanted too. So how he ended up where he was now? So red in the face he was nearly purple? Was still a mystery to him. “Oh? Hi Fugo.” You smiled, reaching for your perfume, it seemed you were oblivious to the fact that you were only in a pair of panties and a bra. His mouth was hanging open, eyes comically wide as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Fugo? Are you alright? You usually don’t come in my room?” For you, it wasn’t really a big deal. I mean you’ve all been to the beach together before, you weren’t really showing that much more skin at the moment. “Earth to Fugo? Did you need to tell me something?” Your hand waving in his face was the only thing that snapped him out of it, mostly because of your new proximity. “I-i’m so sorry! I don’t even know why I came in here! I’ll just let myself out I…” he was still muttering as he left, hands coming up to hold his face once he was out of your sight.

Narancia Ghirga

You’re used to it by now, he quite literally never knocks and always lets himself in. “Hey Y/N! I need to ask you…” you jumped, moving to cover yourself before realizing it was just Narancia. You mostly zoned out when he started asking you questions, some how you’re half assed answers seemed satisfactory for him. Most of the time, Narancia sat in your room talking your ear off as you got ready for the day. He was, in every sense, not phased seeing you half naked. Of course he’d never seen you in anything less than a bra and underwear, but in your eyes it was the same as being seen in a bikini. Narancia was just…Narancia. “Where do you even come up with these questions?” You slipped a shirt over your head, laughing as he tilted his head. “I dunno.” Was all he could give you, eyes training on your CD collection as you rummaged through your closet for a pair of bottoms. Really, it didn’t even phase you anymore.

Mista Guido

The last thing he expected was to get a face full of your ass when he walked into your room. “Merda, y/n! You could kill a man with a sight like that!” Always a smart ass… and a flirt. You rolled your eyes, straighten from where you had been bent over rummaging for pajamas. “You scared the fuck out of me, Mista.” He made his way into your room, throwing himself on your bed. “Ah well, you scared me too with an ass like that. The very thought of you sitting—“ you picked up your pillow and began hitting him with it, laughing as he attempted to block. “You are such a horny bastard.” You shook your head, finally flopping yourself beside him when he stopped putting up a fight. “I can’t help it! Having a roommate as good looking as you… who loves to walk round half nude…” the pillow was hitting him once again, this time both of you couldn’t contain your laughter.

Leone Abbacchio

He was only walking into your room because Bucciarati sent him to get you… what he failed to do though was knock. “We’re going to dinner, hurry your ass up so we can…go…” he froze, eyes matching the size of yours as you instinctively covered yourself with your towel. “Why wouldn’t you knock?!” You felt your face getting warm, knowing full and well that Abbacchio had quite literally just seen all of you. “I—“ he swallowed, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, even that quick glance of your body was engraved into his mind. “I’m sorry…I…” he was stumbling backwards out of your room, praying his cheeks weren’t turning as red as they felt. “J-just hurry up so we can go get dinner…” his voice was strained, quite unusual for him, which was making the situation all the more awkward. “Okay…” you croaked, mentally reminding yourself to lock your door from now on.

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