#whoreiaki kakyoin

[daisys-gard3n]

“That’s it, principessa,” Bruno coos as he fondles your ass, spreading you open to prod at your hole. “You’re doing so well for signore.” You tremble slightly, crouched on all fours as you try to hold yourself up for him. You mewl as Bruno works a finger inside you, stretching you slowly. “Shh, that’s signore’s good girl.” The capo trails kisses down your back as he adds another finger, scissoring and spreading your tight hole. “Pretty thing… does that feel good, tesoro?” You open your mouth to protest as Bruno removes his fingers, but you cut off with a moan as you feel his tongue slip past your rim, probing inside you eagerly. “Signore— signore, ah! Please, please…. ahh, fuck…” Bruno chuckles, affectionately grabbing a handful of your ass as he pulls away. “So sensitive, dolce principessa. I think you’re nice and stretched for signore, now.” You press your hips back into him, sighing out a needy sound as you feel the familiar press of your favorite plug pushing inside of you, your hole swallowing the toy greedily. Bruno pulls you into his lap, kissing your hair before spreading you again in front of the mirror to show you the pink, heart shaped jewel plug glinting from your ass. “There we go, pretty girl. Signore’s perfect principessa.”

Haha enjoy the horny :) xoxo Laur

god i have to sift through THESE NOW

I CAN NEVER BREATHE IN PEACEEEEE YALL GOTTA BRING OUT THE ANAL STUFF AND THE POSTION OF POWER STUFF AND FOR WHATTTT 🥴😩

#not sfw #karma for daisy #brudaisy #whoreiaki kakyoin #'anal play' #im so sorry to anyone who has to read through this small bit for how im gonna act

[lovelyfloofsandcherries]

∞ !!! - Laur 💓

Terror Nights - Raven Underground

"You got some wars to fight Tear up the sky! No, they don't define what I am"

tbh this is the only lyric of the song i know and sing when it's on but like it's aggressive and a mood

put a “∞” in my ask box and I’ll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

#whoreiaki kakyoin #laur #answered 💌 #ask game #💞

[reclusiverisottonero]

Hi! If you’re still doing readings, ✨ ? And congrats on 100 followers!! - @whoreiaki-kakyoin

Hey Laur! I am doing these all week, one per day for anyone that want to do so, and thank you!

Your cards are Risotto Nero (who flopped out of the damn deck and landed face up on the key board LOL) and Tiziano!

Risotto's tagline is Visualization of One's Greatest Self, keywords: Inner visualization, goal orientation, navigating life, and personal ambition. Tiziano's phrase is Speaking in the Right Tongues, keywords: Truth, assertiveness, and openness.

(Wow, uh, Risotto's keywords sure are daunting! 😅)

Don't be intimidated by the multiple paths you're currently facing. If you're honest with yourself about where you want to go, you'll get there. That doesn't mean the path you're on is easy. Take a step back every now and then to check in with your inner self vs what's going on around you. Are you still being honest to yourself? Or are you hiding your ambitions for the sake of others feelings? You can't be scared to take charge of your life when you already know yourself so well. This will be a disservice to you and others. Keep your goals in mind and you'll be able to handle the twists and turns it will take to see things to the end.

#100 event #ask #whoreiaki-kakyoin #also the art for risotto's card is sooooo nice 😭 #the metallica beans on his shoulders aaah 😖😭

[josephjoestarhateblog]

No thoughts, just grinding against Kakyoin’s thigh or sitting in his lap as he teases and touches me 🫢 - @whoreiaki-kakyoin

Ugh I love how your brain works 💕

He likes how sensitive you get. How you whine and grind harder against him. He would feel you up, grabbing you as he presses kisses into your neck and whispers against your ear about how good he must be making you feel.

When he pulls you across to straddle his lap, you get a tender kiss and he his caresses your cheek for a moment. Before he lets you start grinding again he takes a moment to take the sight of you in, runs his hand from your cheek down you your chest then both his hands find your waist. He might play with your nipples every so often, if they’re available taking them into his mouth. Occasionally he’ll thrust up against you to let you feel how hard he is beneath you. He loves every sound you make, every time your face shows how good he’s making you feel.

He encourages you and calls you his good girl, asking you how it feels and reveling in every answer you whimper out for him.

#minors dni #jojo smut #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin #grinding #jjba #jjba smut

[bovine-providence]

Master’s Home!

Melone x Reader

Melone had mentioned a kink he wanted to try, and you surprise him with it after his return from a mission.

Yo @whoreiaki-kakyoin, this is that lactation fic we were talking about!

[CWs: lactation, hucow/petplay(ish?? Not sure how to tag), rough sex, Master/pet dynamics, praise kink, breeding kink.]

Melone was coming home tonight from his weeklong mission, and you were anxiously awaiting in the bedroom of your shared apartment. You had a surprise for him tonight, assuming he wasn’t going to be too tired from his travels.

You and he had a loving relationship, in which communication flowed freely. This, of course, included discussions about what both of you were interested in sexually. He had made it known early on that he was a passionate lover, and you were more than willing to keep pace with his libido. Sure, some kinks between the two of you weren’t shared, but you both shared the major ones, which was enough for your relationship.

What surprised you, though, was how long it took for him to admit to one of his fantasies.

“[Y/N],” he started one lazy afternoon that saw you sitting on the couch as he used your thighs as pillows.

“What’s up, Mel?” you responded, gently brushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes. He preened at the contact, before meeting your eyes.

“I wanted to ask you about a kink I’m curious about,” he started casually.

“I’m listening.”

“How do you feel about lactation and hucows?”

You had to pause to think about it. Sure, you enjoyed the breeding kink talk in the bedroom, and maybe this was a natural progression from it. But it still warranted a discussion.

“I’ve never really thought about it seriously,” you admitted. “I’m aware of those kinks, but I’ll admit I’m a little nervous about the lactation one.”

“Why’s that?” the lilac-haired man asked, sitting up to face you.

“I mean, it would involving changing my body, and it would affect how I go about my life. It would be a big change.”

Melone nodded sagely at your response.

“I can understand your concerns. If you don’t want to do that, it’s fine.” He tilted his head at you. “And the hucow one?”

“Would it be similar to petplay?”

“I suppose,” he chuckled. “But I think it would tie in nicely with breeding.” He leaned in mischievously. “Would you want to be my little breeding heifer?”

“As long as I don’t have to moo…”

“Oh we can work with that,” he assured quickly. “I just think you’d be such a good little cow for me.”

For some reason, that brought some delicious thoughts to your mind and heat to rise between your thighs, and the night was spent excitedly exploring the ramifications in bed.

Now, you almost can’t believe what you’re doing. You were sat on the bed, dressed in a cowprint lingerie with a cow horn headband and white stockings. The bra did little to hold your breasts in place. Speaking of which…

You gently squeezed your right breast, feeling the milk leak slightly into the cup.

Even though Melone hadn’t mentioned lactation much since that afternoon, you thought about it from time to time, wondering if you could really do it. Eventually, you figured you could always try it and stop later if you didn’t like it. So, you had done some research and learned about lactation cookies. Ordering some online, you took care to avoid arousing Melone’s suspicion, tucking them away in the freezer until you could find an opportunity to try them. When Melone had told you that he would be on a weeklong mission, you saw your chance.

You perked up when you heard the front door creaking open from down the hall, and your loving boyfriend greeting you.

“I’m in the bedroom,” you called out, and soon his footsteps led to the opening of the bedroom door.

“I’m so glad to- oh,” he stopped mid-sentence. His expression turned from eager to pleased, a lecherous grin painting his lips.

“Who’s this little heifer? Is she here to be bred?” he purred.

“Hey Mel,” you greeted meekly. “I’m glad you’re home, so I wanted to try something new.”

“I can’t wait,” he answered, his suitcase forgotten by the door as he approached slowly, like a predator closing in on his prey. You leaned back slightly as he shifted onto the bed, quickly straddling you.

“You look good in cowprint,” he murmured as he took gentle hold of your jaw, leaning in for a kiss that you eagerly reciprocated. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you whined. He leaned in closer, forcing you onto your back. You grabbed onto his upper arms, stroking along them as he began caressing your skin. As the two of you made out, his caresses began to shift into full-on groping, and he moved to your breasts.

“Ah,” you winced when he pressed too hard. Since you started eating those cookies that week, your breasts had become much more sensitive.

Melone pulled back, light confusion etched on his face, until he looked down and saw the wet spot forming on your bra. His eyes shot up to you immediately.

“Wait, you… did you… are we?” he questioned breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you giggled beneath your lover. “I wanted to at least see what it’s like before I made a final decision.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re the best little heifer a man could have,” he moaned, returning his attention to massaging your breasts.

“The milk only started coming in a few days ago, so I don’t think there’s a lot,” you warned.

“That’s fine,” Melone hurriedly answered. Pulling down at the edge of the bra, he glanced back up. “May I?”

“Please.”

He didn’t need further encouragement, quickly pulling down the bra so the cups were bunched beneath your breasts. Melone watched in awe as he tenderly squeezed your breasts, watching the translucent milk bead up on your nipple. Reverently, he lowered his mouth to your left nipple and suckled.

The feeling of the milk flowing into your boyfriend’s mouth was amazing. It was like pressure had been released, and seeing him get so aroused by the action turned you on further.

“Cara,” he gasped, pulling away from your still-leaking breast briefly, “you taste exquisite.” He was quick to latch back onto your reddened nipple, careful not to let a drop go unsipped.

You found yourself rutting against him, wrapping your legs around his thigh to rub your dripping cunt against him between the layers of your and his clothing. He moaned into your tit at the action, grabbing at your waist as he ground against you, equally desperate.

“Fuck, Mel,” you whined, clinging onto him, one hand wrapped into his hair, pressing him against your chest further.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes more, writhing against each other in desperate arousal as he had his fill of the milk from your left breast, then your right. Eventually, he lifted his head up to you.

Melone gazed at you, seemingly drunk on the taste of your milk. Cheeks flushed, his gaze distant, and there was a dribble running down his chin.

He looked like a mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck…” he sighed dreamily as he gazed at you.

“Mel, I want more,” you whined at him, rubbing your still-clothed pussy against him. He hissed, feeling your thigh bump against his engorged member.

“Are you really this desperate to be bred, little heifer?” his growled, his dreamy gaze quickly turning hungry.

“Please!” you begged. “Fill me up, Mel.”

“That’s Master to you,” he corrected, leaning down to sharply nip at your neck before crawling away to quickly remove his outfit, shoving it off to some corner of the room before looming over you.

“I’m sorry, Master! Please, please fill me,” you whimpered. He grinned down at you.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, quickly opening your legs wide for him. He gazed down at you, still in your headband and the cowprint lingerie, your stockings beginning to show runs from the friction of rubbing your legs against his.

“I think my little heifer deserves to feel good after this lovely surprise,” he murmured, half to himself as he kneeled between your legs. He was quick to pull your panties to the side and was soon pressing two fingers into you.

After the rutting and relief of being suckled, it felt like your prayers had been answered when Melone began to mercilessly thrust his fingers in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slickness coating his digits filling your bedroom.

You moaned loudly, rolling your hips into the sensation as Melone looked down at your squirming form.

“Feels good, huh?” he smirked. “Such an easy little bitch to please. I just need to press my fingers in and you lose all control, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” you whimpered, clutching at the sheets beneath you. Melone wasn’t dominant often, but when he was, you quickly fell in line with his commands.

“Then I want you to come on my hands. Do it, little girl,” he ordered, making sure to abuse the sweet spot inside of you that had your legs twitch and back arch.

With an undignified cry, you came on his hand, your juices coating Melone’s fingers thickly.

You gasped for air as you watched your partner lift his hand to his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss as he sucked on a slick finger. Returning his gaze to you, he placed them on your lips.

“Clean them.”

Eager to obey, you opened your mouth, allowing them entry as you sucked your juices off. You gazed up at the lilac-haired man lovingly, taking your time with the task, your tongue running across the skin until you could no longer taste yourself on them. As he withdrew his fingers, he spoke further.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master, for fingering me and letting me clean your fingers off.” His eyes twinkled affectionately at that, pleased with how specific you were. He had trained you well.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he murmured. He gazed down at your form, using his just-cleaned hand to ensure his cock was ready. Your eyes trailed down to where Melone palmed himself; he may be fairly average in length, but his girth was where he really made you scream. It stretched you in ways that you’ve never felt before, and it pressed into places you didn’t know existed.

Finally he shifted above you, taking hold of your legs and bringing them to your chest, folding you into a mating press. “Now let me make you a mommy.” With that, he smacked the head of his cock against your clit before pressing inside you.

You let out a whiny, prolonged moan as he steadily continued, his keen eyes watching for any discomfort. Even while Domming, he never wanted to seriously hurt you. If you weren’t veritably losing your mind from pleasure, your heart would’ve been melting at the consideration.

Too soon, his hips were pressed against your own.

“Ready, little heifer?” he purred into your ear.

“Yes, Master,” you whimpered, trying (and failing) to roll your hips into his own.

“Good girl.” He began his thrusting, the position forcing his cock deeper into you. Reaching up to try clutching his shoulders, he was quick to grab your hands and press them into the mattress above your head.

“No. I want you to lay back and take it,” he murmured. Fuck, how did his saying that make you feel even hotter?

“Okay, Master,” you whispered softly. He smiled at you before leaning down, pressing a tender kiss belying the rough pace he had begun as he continued thrusting into you.

“Feels pretty good, doesn’t it?” he asked breathlessly.

“It does, Master, it always does,” you replied, attempting to squeeze your legs around him. He groaned at the contact.

“Such a good heifer for me. Can’t… can’t wait to make you a mommy. You’ll be such a good mother,” he muttered. “And you’ll look so… fucking… beautiful pregnant. I can’t wait for that…”

“I can’t wait either,” you sobbed, tears beginning to run down your cheeks at the thought. “I wanna… I wanna make you a daddy… make you proud…”

“Oh baby,” Melone sighed, leaning down to shower your face and neck in kisses, “you make me proud everyday. Just keep being you.”

“Melone,” your voice cracked, and you found yourself shoving his hands away to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his neck.

“You’re a good girl for Master, alright?” you heard him chuckle above you, his thrusts picking up.

You could feel another orgasm beginning to form, your core tightening. And by the sounds of it, Melone was close as well.

“Master, can I… can I cum? Please?” you begged.

“But you’ve already cum, cara,” Melone teased into your ear.

“But I wanna cum again,” you whined needily.

“You can cum again, IF,” he decided, “you beg just a little more.”

“Please, Master! I wanna cum! I wanna show you how good you make me feel,” you needled, your voice turning high-pitched from the satisfaction you were feeling. “I wanna show you how-ah! How you make me feel!”

“Oh baby,”Melone moaned, “when you beg like that, how can I say no?”

You soon felt his fingers rub against your clit urgently, shooting you over the edge into bliss.

As you felt the waves of pleasure flowing through you, you felt Melone press himself against you, and a warmth filling you. You gazed up at him, meeting his own eyes dazed in bliss. He leaned down to press a kiss upon your lips.

“How was that?” he inquired breathlessly.

“It was great,” you murmured shyly. He smiled down at you.

“Good,” he whispered sweetly, sharing another kiss before he pulled away, taking care to gently place your legs back down.

“Stay there, I’ll start up a bath,” he threw over his shoulder as he got up and headed for the attached bathroom.

You snuggled further into the sheets, gasping for air after the roughness of your reunion with Melone. Lifting your hand to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you felt the headband had fallen askew. Smiling to yourself, you pulled it off.

A moment later Melone walked back over to you.

“Let’s get you out of this, amore,” he murmured as he gently began to tug your now-dirtied lingerie off of your exhausted body. As you leaned up to help him with removing the bra, he gazed down at you dreamily.

“This was a wonderful surprise to come home to,” he noted. “Thank you.”

“I enjoyed it more than I thought I would,” you admitted bashfully. He leaned down to pick you up, carrying your nude form princess-style to the waiting bath. Eyeing the bubble bath as he strolled in, you turned up to face him.

“Could you join me? I imagine you’re tired after traveling and… this,” you blushed. He smiled down at you.

“Of course,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before placing you down and helping you into the tub. As you got settled, he moved to join you, sinking into the hot water behind you.

“I’m glad I’m home,” he sighed, nuzzling into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m glad to have you back, Mel,” you purred back.

#moo 🐮 #this is a whole mess 😹 #melone and reader are having a grand old time #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part five #la squadra #melone #melone x reader #not.sfw

[tenthgrove]

Small thoughts: Ghiacchio whose kids inherit his thick curls. Him sitting with a little girl in his lap and carefully brushing through her hair.

Melone who speaks in the softest, gentlest tones to his kids and gently dries their tears when they’re upset. He keeps a stash of cute bandaids and will always kiss a scrape or bruise better when his kids are hurt.

Prosciutto whose eyes get watery and it’s just allergies, he swears! (It’s not) when his kid dresses up in one of his suits because he wants to be like papa…

My brain is full

- @whoreiaki-kakyoin

Ghiaccio brushing his daughter's hair but also being super gentle because he hated when his parents yanked his hair around with the brush. He likes to style it too and it's a major bonding activity for them.

Melone is like supernaturally good at parenting. He's an expert in child development in psychology and may as well be a mind reader when it comes to understanding what his kids need.

NO NOT THE SUITS! Prosciutto tells them to change back into their own clothes and pretends it's because he doesn't want them messing up his suits, but actually he doesn't want to be emotional in front of them.

#fluff #la squadra

[myst3r10]

Happy Valentines Day to all of my wonderful friends!!❤️❤️❤️

@crypticspacecat @jonathanstigbitties @whoreiaki-kakyoin @still-jack-but-am-i-back @momokujo (there are a lot more but I am at work so unfortunately I cannot name everyone)

You guys mean the world to me💋❤️

#valentines #valentines day #i love all my friends and mutuals

[maladaptivedongdreamer]

Genderswap Punk Jotaro as suggested by the lovely @whoreiaki-kakyoin.

#jjba #jjba fanart #jotaro kujo #jjba au #jjba genderbend #my art #digital art #digital painting #fanart

[junosartsthetic]

Jean and Juno’s Neighborhood Party (Part 3)

Written for my fellow members of the Melkhole Meadows Discord server. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol in some parts, suggestive content in some parts

Participants In This Part:

-widdlepeats (Cannella)

-whoreiaki-kakyoin (Laur)

-crazydiamonddogboy (Emmet)

-papersirens (Melk)

____

Thank you for coming, @widdlepeets​!

Drabble:

Formaggio is, well, dysfunctional at the best of times, but Cannella manages to round him up and get him presentable enough that she isn’t embarrassed to be seen with him. She means well, of course, though Formaggio could care less about what he looks like at any given moment. He’s only here to converse with his friends for a little bit then snag a bite to eat and leave. Of course, upon arriving, he quickly realizes parties are—shockingly—fun! There’s nothing he likes more than dancing with Cannella he comes to acknowledge, and they are soon the life of the party! 

From chatting with people he’s never paid any mind to, to catching up with his old friends, Formaggio quite enjoys himself. He expected to lounge in the corner, maybe exploring to find some cute animals to pet, but he and Cannella become willfully wrapped up in party shenanigans. 

Prosciutto, Cannella, and Formaggio spend a lot of the party gossiping and sipping drinks at the bar, leaving Juno and Jean to learn a little too much about their party guests. Still, everyone begs for Cannella and Formaggio to stay when they finally decide to head home, as their lively nature and quips throughout the night have everyone having a great time.

Formaggio, his arm around Cannella’s waist as they exit, drinks in hand—Juno’s expensive glassware also in hand—bid the few scattered guests goodbye.

“I knew you’d have fun tonight, Formaggio. You were a hit with the neighbors,” Canella notes, swinging her own drink lazily around as they amble down the sidewalk. 

“I never said I wouldn’t have fun, just that I didn’t want to get all dressed up for nothing. This jacket is getting on my nerves,” Formaggio replies, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll live,” she shoots back, a cheeky smile on her face as she pecks his cheek. “Besides, when we get home I’ll take it off of you myself.”

Headcanons:

The two get home, quickly changing into something more comfortable

And that’s not an innuendo

They literally change into pajamas, and spend time simply lounging on the couch, both of their feet aching from dancing and standing most of the time

There’s nothing the two love more than falling asleep in each others arms, exhausted but content

____

Thank you for coming, @whoreiaki-kakyoin​! 

Drabble:

Laur looks themselves up-and-down in the mirror, finishing their makeup as they stand between their partners. “I thought I looked a tad revealing,” Laur speaks up, gesturing to the two men on either side, “but looks like I had nothing to worry about with you two around. You both clean up nicely.” 

Leone says nothing, rolling his eyes as he fixes the collar on his shirt. Risotto meets Laur’s gaze. “I can’t tell if you’re insinuating we’ll scare off any assholes or we look like residents of the red-light district.” 

“I think you know which one I mean,” she replies cheekily, giving both a peck on the cheek before gesturing to the door. “Now let’s go. I’d like to make a good impression.”

The three make it to the party on time, Risotto taking the lead and curtly yet charismatically introducing himself to or greeting the other guests. He has a soft smile on his face, making sure to keep an arm on Laur’s shoulder as Leone maintains a content hand on her waist. The two men are rather reserved on the best of days, so they ground themselves with something familiar.

“I’m glad you three could make it!” Juno excitedly says, greeting the throuple with two tentative hand-shakes for the guarded men and a hug for Laur. “Laur, you would not believe the new little boy I just got!”

“I wasn’t aware you and Jean had children,” Risotto speaks up.

“We don’t, well, not the human kind—anyway, I’m stealing Laur for a bit, you two feel free to seek shelter at the bar! I’ve got to introduce her to Wafer!” 

The two men give each other a confused look, left in the dust as their partner is stolen away. “Is this why she wanted to come here so badly?” Leone questions aloud.

“Probably,” replies Risotto. “Care for a drink?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Headcanons:

The two goths are reunited with their partner eventually, both letting out a silent sigh of relief as they welcome Laur to the bar stool in between the two

“We thought you’d never come back,” Risotto quips

“We were about to celebrate,” teases Leone

“Is that why multiple people told me the two of you sat here like lost puppies the entire time I was gone? Sounds like a real party”

“Whatever,” Leone murmurs

“You two are so cute when you get all shy”

“Risotto, care to head home early and leave Laur to hang out with Juno?”

“Hey! Don’t you dare! I need my goth guard dogs”

____

Thank you for coming, Emmet!

Drabble:

You lead the way into the party, Risotto lingering behind you like a duckling afraid of losing its mother. Smiling, you begin to chat amongst the other guests, all the while making your way to the fully stocked bar in the corner of Juno’s living room—why does that exist again? Regardless, you make sure to grab yourself a drink, ordering Risotto’s as well before he has the chance to speak.

“I could’ve ordered my own,” he says, now sipping on his favorite as he locks eyes with you. You smile from behind your drink.

“So my shadow does speak,” you tease.

“Would you like to walk home alone? I am more than okay with leaving you here,” Risotto replies, though you can tell by the slight quirk of his lips that he’d never do such a thing, merely playing into your teasing.

“Like you’d be able to find your way home alone without me,” is your snarky return.

“Is this a lover’s quarrel I hear,” Juno butts in, sliding some appetizers between the two of you, as though cucumber sandwiches would somehow stop you two from your rebuttals.

“Just teasing,” you explain. “Risotto’s never been the party-type.”

“I just don’t feel the need to go out and get black-out drunk when I could do the same thing in the comfort of my own home.”

“Having fun with people you like,” you chime in. “I know getting you to socialize with people you barely know is like pulling teeth, but I promise everyone here is more than willing to chat if you give them the chance.”

“I’ll follow your lead,” he says.

“I know,” you reply.

Headcanons:

Risotto does find new acquaintances, with your help, of course

It’s not that he’s helpless, though you might tease him, but having living the life he has, it’s no surprise he’s not keen on socializing

Still, after you two arrive home, he can’t help but flash you a genuine, loving smile

“I’m glad we did that”

____

Thank you for coming, @papersirens​!

Drabble:

When you two arrive, it’s like a celebrity has walked in. After all, who would pass up the chance to meet the couple featured in every issue of every gossip tabloid to circulate in Melkhole Meadows?

With his hand nestled tightly against your hip, nails digging in just enough to let you know he’s not letting you go, you greet everyone with a smile. A familiar couple catches your eye, and by the way Dio tenses up beside you, you know he sees them, too.

Kat and Diego both greet you, and you immediately dive into conversation with Diego’s date, leaving the two menaces to painstakingly begin a dialogue of their own.

“Still have your. . . pets?” Dio asks, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice.

“We don’t plan on getting rid of them, so yes. Our little lizard still keeping you up at night? I didn’t think you were the type to get scared.”

“And I didn’t think you were the type to wear pants that don’t block traffic, and yet here we are.”

“Boys,” You and Kat scold at the same time.

“I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the other residents of this house, then,” Diego says, smirk on his face as Kat pulls him away.

“What is he insinuating?” Dio mutters, rolling his eyes as he follows you to the bar.

“Juno and Jean’s pets,” you remark, catching his words. You sip on your drink, waiting for the pieces to connect.

“They have. . . those mongrels?”

“Who did you think Rattlesnake Jake was?” Juno chimes in, pouring a drink for the blond man.

“I thought you and your French idiot simply had an atrocious taste in infant names.”

“This is coming from the man who named his son after a ninja turtle,” the bartender replies. “And don’t lie. I know you don’t give a fuck about the sculptor.”

“Why would I name my child after an animated version of the very creatures I fear?”

“So you admit it. You’re scared of reptiles.”

“Melk, I’m going home. Something about the hosts around here is irritating me.”

Headcanons:

Despite his annoyance, Dio remains until you finally decide you’ve had enough

As you bid the hosts goodbye, Dio’s hand snakes against your hip again, and you can tell he’s more than ready to leave by the steady drumming of his fingers

You already know what’s in store for you when you get home, so don’t bother to hide your smirk when you’re finally out in the open night air

“Anybody tell you you’re about as subtle as a hooker in a monastery?”

“Just you, my love”

“Good to know my promise has you caught hook, line, and sinker”

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#neighborhood party event #neighborhood party #melkhole meadows #part 3 #long post

[lovelyfloofsandcherries]

Cherry pink and blossom!! - Laur 💓

i'm screaming these are the exact ones i sent mape kSDHGOI

cherry pink— when it comes to loved ones, are you openly affectionate or are you more reserved?

i spill my heart out FHSKLDGHS 🥰

blossom— would you get a tattoo? if so, what would it be of?

there are a few tattoos i want, actually!! idk if I'll ever get them cuz I'm Little Baby but I want something like the heart on fire emoji on my breast, a biohazard/radioactive symbol on one of my upper arms, and the flower to fruit lifecycle of a cherry or strawberry going along my spine,,,, maybe others too but like i said i'm a little baby hfkdslhg 🥺

Pink Asks 🌸

#laur #whoreiaki-kakyoin #ask game #answered 💌 #💞

[knifefather]

HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY!!!! Have anything fun planned for the day? - Laur

Yes!! I work the actual day of my bday (19th) but I’m going out for sushi after I get off!! Then I’m hosting a party with my friend the day after 💓

#im trying to make a big deal out of it #my friend’s bday isnt that long after mine so we’re doing like a joint party #knife asks #not sfw #sweet friends #whoreiaki-kakyoin

[reclusiverisottonero]

(MINORS BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)

OKAY BUT LIKE @malibusmoke @whoreiaki-kakyoin 

WHAT HAVE YALL DONE TO MEEEEE

gn top reader here we go sldkfjsals

playing your video game while having risotto on all fours while you're behind him with your cock/strap filling his tight little hole to the hilt. leaning on him like he's just another piece of furniture, resting your arms on his lower back with your controller in hand. you have him gagged because if he makes any distracting noises that might cause you to lose it will take that much longer for you to let him cum. of course, you purposefully shift around now and again to brush against his prostate so he’ll moan and whine. making you ‘lose’ your game and oh what a shame, guess he doesn’t get to cum just yet. give mean little pinches to his tits, his cock and balls as punishment for the distraction. if he attempts to move on your cock/strap you spank his ass and dig your nails into the heated skin. don’t forget to do things in the game that’ll make the controller vibrate so you can press it against his taint and crotch. 

when you finally sit up and start to fuck risotto in earnest he sobs around the gag in relief, but then you slow down or stop completely and pretend to be too absorbed in the game. he turns around to see your wicked smirk before you force him back ‘round to keep him face down and ass up. rinse and repeat until he’s a weepy mess in subspace, silently begging for proper attention with a pathetic little look in his eyes.

#GODS THE AMOUNT OF BULLSHIT TUMBLR IS PUTTING ME THRU TO POST THIS SLDJKGS

[toasteaa]

So what if…. Hear me out. Catching fireflies together with Bruno. He always holds them so gently, and maybe sometimes when you’re outside, he comes over to you with one cupped in his hands, smiling as he tells you he has a surprise, look! He definitely is the type to talk to them, too, a soft “oh hello!” or the like when one lands on him. Most of all, though, Bruno likes to see you smile and loves admiring the fireflies together ❤️ - whoreiaki-kakyoin

So I'm straight up not going to lie, this literally made me think of Strel and Bruno when they were kids. Especially because Strel was the one that used to (and still does) call them beep beeps!

They used to stay up for hours after then sun finally sank below the Mediterranean catching fireflies and making a wish on each one. Most of the wishes were said out loud between the two of them - why would they keep secrets from each other? But then, there were always those few that they wouldn't tell one another. Ones that left their chest tangled up in knots and thanking the sky that it was too dark to see their ruddy cheeks.

Of course, after Paolo was attacked their summer nights ended suddenly and without warning; neither wanted to make wishes on fireflies anymore.

Though, it's kind of funny, now that they're adults and so much has changed around them, they still take rare moments to sit outside or wander along the coastline. There aren't as many fireflies in Naples as there were in Positano, but every so often there will be a little flash of light skirting by - a memory of simpler times.

Those peaceful summer nights in Positano may have faded around the edges and some of their wishes may have been forgotten to time but at least one of them came true:

They found each other again.

#toast talks #oc x canon #strelitzia esparza #bruno bucciarati #Yeah I'm feeling it tonight #The Streluno brainrot has been off the charts bye

[cockneydio]

@brunobitch called me tf out and I got DOUBLE BINGO HELP it is NOT MY FAULT I own that black bucci jacket and my display case has disproportionate bucciarati representation hfhhdhshdhfj

@dicksoutformtl @abbacchiosbootyblues @whoreiaki-kakyoin @bucciaratis-titty-window @cypher6er if you like

#tag game #lmfao #i love him so much too much I love him #why #i have his haircut #wtf is wrong with me (rhetorical)

[jojolovenotes]

Kakyoin and 🥺💖✨😚 if you’re still doing the emoji game pls? — @whoreiaki-kakyoin

Emoji Game

headcanons

♡ Kakyoin won’t openly admit it or anything, but he does tend to be a little clingy at times. He tries not to show it too much since he doesn’t want to appear too needy or clingy, but at the same time he can’t help it. He’s just so scared of losing you it makes him want to just keep on clinging tighter to you but he’s got that fear of being too clingy that he’ll end up pushing you away. He does his best to try and keep a good balance. 

♡ He likes to joke that the two of you must really have a strong connection since you two tend to end up accidentally shocking each other when you touch each other. It even happens when you two kiss sometimes... but honestly Kakyoin feels like that slight shock on the lips just makes the kiss feel even more exciting. He finds it to be very cute.

♡ Kakyoin loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him, he finds it especially sweet if you kiss his cheek and there’s a kiss mark left behind. You’re always trying to clean it off to not embarrass him, but really Kakyoin doesn’t mind at all. He finds it to be a sweet reminder of your love for him. 

#received transmission ✨ #f/o games ✨ #headcanons✨ #ships: Kakyoin #lauriaki #queue ✨

[jojolustnotes]

Cannot be stopped... I decided to talk today with friends about poprocks bj and literally thought about giving FV one and he’s just like this feels like the fourth of july on my dick and fuckin Laur really said when he busts a patriotic nut he salutes and im DECEASED 

@whoreiaki-kakyoin​

#cant believe this is what brought me back