#giorno is cheeky

[sovereignjojoz]

Bucci gang + embarrassing nicknames (milestone special!)

Warnings: bizarre activities, one mildly suggestive pun in Abbacchio’s, cringe names, google translate.

Pairings: Bruno x reader, Abbacchio x reader, Mista x reader, Fugo x reader, Bonus giorno x reader, Bonus Narancia x reader.

Summary: some embarrassing nicknames.

Notes-sup. It’s been a while. Narancia’s is the best imo. Happy holidays just in case I take too long with my next post!

Bruno Bucciarati

“Brubooboo!” You called out, peaking your head into the meeting room next door.

Bruno turned to look at you, evidently embarrassed at the use of your unique nickname, a faint pink hue present on his sun-kissed cheeks.

You shook your head amused at his reaction, he seemed to hate the nickname yet he never expressed his displeasure; ever the gentleman sitting there bearing the brunt of your teasing.

“Amore mio,” he smiled, regaining his composure.

You leant forward, resting your elbows on his desk whilst putting your face on the psalm of your hands. “Sup baby?” You asked, the corners of your lips turning upward.

He hummed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What brings you here cara?”

You walked around the desk so you stood beside him, “I was in the area,” you explained, “I thought you’d be done and we could walk home together but clearly my brubear seems stressed.”

You pinched his cheeks, gently pecking each side.

He scoffed, exhaling, “renounce those awful nicknames.”

You pulled his head back so it was facing upwards to look you, “that would mean we’d have to break up.” You teasingly frowned.

“pensi di essere così divertente (you think you’re so funny)?” He muttered, letting out a sigh.

“I’d like to believe so.” You told him “but more importantly do you want me to bring you some dinner, it seems like you’ll be a while, I can just-”

He silenced your rambling by lifting your, interlacing your fingers with his before standing to his full height.

“It’s alright, I’m done for now at least. Torniamo a casa. (Let’s head home).” He stood up, pulling you to the exit by your hand.

You squeezed his hand, drawing closer to him.

“Shall I take out your braids and massage your head when we get home?” You mused, massaging his knuckle with your thumb.

“Sounds perfect.”

Leone Abbacchio

“Bababacchio” you sang imitating the tune of ba ba black sheep as you burst into his bedroom.

Abbacchio closed his eyes, exhaling frustratedly. Recently you’d found calling him the most ridiculously horrific names hilarious and had taken it upon yourself to purposefully make the next one worst than the last.

“What [name].” He asked monotoned, already unimpressed with you although you hadn’t even said anything.

“Chill Habba bubba,” you raised your hands up in mock surrender, “I’m only here to sleep,” you told him crawling onto the bed beside him, “preferably next to you.”

He stood up, bunching his long silver hair up so he could tie it into a ponytail for bed, a hair tie in his mouth as he falsely contemplated what you were saying.

“If you stop with those disgusting pet names fine but say one more and i'm kicking you out.” He warned, as his nimble fingers pulled his hair through the band.

You winked at him, “Fine with me toots.” You told him spreading out on his bed, patting the empty space beside you; inviting him to lay there.

He clicked his tongue at your remark but decided not to act irrationally, using the small bit of patience he had to give you a chance.

You hummed, shifting to move more towards Abbacchio’s side of the bed as he got undressed for bed.

Abbacchio’s chiselled physique just so happened to enter your view frame, a physique which you just so happened to be rather fond of.

You could hardly be blamed for propping your face in the psalm of your hands so you could further enunciate your voice.

“Dangggg! Leone! More like le-own-me!” You teased suggestively raising your eyebrows.

In all your time knowing Leone, you’d never seen his features contort into disgust quicker, you honestly felt rather hurt, that pun had at least been painfully amusing, at the very least!

“fuori. (Out).”

“Wait I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologied breathless, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your laughter behind your hand.

“Hold up! stop, let go of my ankle!” You complained as he lifted you out of his bed, dropping you on the floor.

“Leone I’m sorry, let me back in please!”

Guido Mista

“Mimi, it’s so cold!” You whined, staying as close to him as humanly possible, “and your shirt is too cropped for me to put my hands under.”

“Number one, that’s on you and secondly quit it with that name! You’re gonna ruin my street cred.”

Jokingly, you scoffed, side-eyeing him, “what street cred, you wear zebra print pants?”

He lightly pushed you away, shoving his hands in his pockets as he dragged his feet into the hotel the pair of you would be staying in.

“uscire con qualcuno che hanno detto, sarà divertente hanno detto. che bugiardo. (date someone they said, it will be fun they said. what a liar.)” Mista mumbled a tad bit too loud under his breath, kissing his teeth at the end for dramatic effect.

He kicked the door open with his foot, holding it open as you leisurely walked in after him.

“Oh whatever.” You said rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “stop acting as if you don’t relish in the privileges that come with a relationship.”

He waved his hand in the air, dismissing your sentence, “Well why wouldn’t I, they are there for me to use, right?”

You turned your nose up at him, “Hmph.”

“C’mon baby,” Mista whined drawling out the “y” sound. He encased his hands around your face, kissing your cheeks. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”

“Fineee.” You took his hands off of your face and dragged him to the receptionist desk.

The tanned male winked at you in response, “yo, could I get a room for two, king sized bed please.”

Fugo Pannacotta

“Fugie pants, fungo, pannana! Could you be a dear and help me with my homework please?”

Fugo walked into the room, mortified, with a cackling Narancia trailing behind him.

“[name]! What did we say about using such vile names!” Fugo exclaimed, positioning himself at your side.

You threw your head back, sighing, “I can’t quite recall fugs.” You answered, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laughter.

“[name].” The young male warned curtly, squeezing your jaw so your boisterous laughter would be lessoned.

Narancia wiped his tears of laughter, high giving you as he made his way to exit. “Man, see ya around. Too funny.” Narancia mumbled to himself, his laughter still audible as he departed the room.

“Stop it.”

“But it’s so funny, if you’d just stop reacting I’d stop-”

He pinched your soft lips with his fingers, cutting your sentence off. “no.”

Mini Bonus: Giorno

“Hey Gio.”

The blonde side-eyed you curiously.

You pointed at him with your pencil, “you know if you rearrange the letters in your name you can come up with some pretty interesting name combos.”

He raised his eyebrow, interested, “oh really?”

“Uh huh. Like giovanno, Giovanni, gio-vara, gio-cara.”

Bemusedly, he smiled. “I don’t have a c in my name.”

“I know that giogio, I was trying to be cute with a cute pun.” You groaned exasperated.

“Failure was inevitable.”

“Hey!” You pouted, playfully poking his cheek, “for someone so nice you sure are cheeky.”

Bonus: Narancia Ghirga

The whole week you had been trying, yet ultimately failing, to tease Narancia by giving him an embarrassing nickname.

But despite your best efforts nothing seemed to work, he was seemingly immune to embarrassment.

You thought back on those instances, trying to recall where you had gone wrong.

“Hey my sugar plum fairy cake gumdrop!” You greeted Narancia, kissing his nose.

“What’s up my boo boo bear honey plum nugget.” He responded back with an equal amount of fervour.

You stiffened, cringing in your place, how could he say that so easily. You decided to push through, chanting the mantra “resilience is key.” In your head.

“Nothing my bubble gum sugar cube bub.”

“Alright my sweet peach bubba lover. I love you.”

You mock retched running away, as Narancia chased after you.

Total and utter defeat.

[ghulehunknown]

Terzo x F Reader - Spanking, Degradation, Breeding

Thank you katfish__ on Twitter for bringing my words to life! Check out her full NSFW version here.

**WARNING for explicit content below**

One Missed Text

Summary: You haven’t returned Papa’s text! - or did you? Well either way he’s very upset with you for seemingly ignoring him, and he intends on teaching you a lesson in manners.

CW/Tags: male masturbation, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, degradation, possessive behavior, breeding, blood, aftercare, spit kink

Word Count: 3.3K

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! I’m bringing back an older fic of mine from AO3 that I haven’t posted here before. I hope you enjoy it!

Poring over text, you sighed. Sister would have your head if you didn’t complete your work by Friday. You were searching for hours in the Unholy Books for references to give her on the week’s upcoming Black Mass sermon: gluttony. That was not nearly as exciting as lust – unless, of course, you were gluttonous for a slice of your beloved. Speaking of, Terzo had not returned your last text message. You were hoping for a midday romp to break up the monotony of the day’s tasks.

You were both teasing each other throughout the day, as you often did on the most boring days to keep each other entertained during the endless meetings and duties. The other Siblings would tease you when they saw your face light up. “Another text from Terzo?” they would ask, knowing full well the answer. What was the subject matter of those messages?…well, that was a secret after all.

“Please…” he had begged through text today (mixed with several undecipherable emojis) after you sent him a quick nip slip photo. “I must have you. Come to me.” That was over two hours ago.

“Name the time and place,” you responded. You saw the text bubbles indicating he was typing, over and over, until they finally disappeared. Frustrated, you tossed your phone back into your purse and continued perusing the books. It felt like forever had gone by. You picked up your phone again just to check for a notification. Nothing. And it had only been 5 minutes. He was so eager before…what happened?

…

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Terzo was pacing back and forth in his office. He stared at his phone, no notifications staring back at him as if mocking him. He huffed and put his phone back in his pocket, and paced around some more, continuously pulling out his phone every 30 seconds.

His dearest had sent him the most salacious photo (which he immediately saved to his photo roll)…and he felt the heat rising in his trousers. Thank Lucifer he had no more meetings so he could fuck your brains out in his office.

He had responded to your last text inquiring the time and place, “Now. My office, ovviamente. Where else potrei scoparti in pieno giorno cosi forte da dimenticarti il tuo nome?” but you had not responded and he was growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Was the last text too much? Surely not; you had fucked in every scenario before – slow, fast, loving, passionate… aggressive. Maybe you weren’t feeling his assertive tone today? Oh, how he hated the increased paranoia and anxiety that came along with being in love; it drove him mad.

He opened up his camera roll, where he saved all your cheeky photos to his ‘hidden’ album. Texting the password to the album with his left hand, he started to thumb the erection forming in his pants. He leaned back in his office chair and kicked his legs up on the desk, scrolling through the photos while unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants with his right hand. He grabbed a few tissues from his desk and tossed his head back, imagining your mouth on him as he stroked himself faster and faster.

…

It was nearing 5 o’clock and you still had not heard from him. The day was over, and you decided to take up the Siblings’ offer of joining them for dinner and drinks. You headed over to the mess hall and grabbed a bite to eat, chatting with them over a pint and trying to enjoy Ghoul karaoke night (Alpha was “performing” in a series of barking and hissing). You felt a bit dejected, drowning your sorrows in French fries and lager, but tried to brush it off – figuring Terzo got busy during the day. Ever since he had been anointed Papa you saw less and less of one another.

You decided instead of feeling angry, you would reward his hard work with the best fuck he had ever received. You downed the rest of your drink to give yourself a little extra liquid courage, waved goodbye to your friends, and headed back to yours and Terzo’s bedchamber.

When you walked in, you found him leaning against the dresser, cigarette in his mouth and lighter in his hand. Just before he lit up, he caught your gaze and rolled his eyes. You hadn’t realized but your demeanor had changed as soon as you saw the cigarette, your brow furrowing in disdain.

“Come to piss on the fun again?” he huffed, shoving the lighter and unlit cigarette back into his pocket and walking into the bathroom.

“What?” you asked incredulously, following him. (“Not in our room!” you exclaimed the last time he lit one up in bed with you post-coitus.)

“See what you make me do!” He fumbled around in the top drawer of the double vanity, pulling out a nail file, and began to file his nails a little too forcefully.

You stood in the doorway and propped yourself against the doorframe.

He pointed the nail file at you. “You left me hanging today, amore.”

“Me?” you asked, still incredulous at his lack of self-awareness today. “What about you? I was waiting all day for you to tell me where to meet you.”

“Amore!” he exclaimed again, throwing his hands up in the air. His anxieties were building up in him like lava. “So I’m the problem again? I told you to meet me in my office. I waited for you all day – you see how crazy you make me? I even had to take care of this myself – ” He motioned down to his pants, a small tent already formed in his trousers.

You looked down and smiled at the sight. You couldn’t help feeling a little amused. In a way you felt powerful to have such an effect on him.

“Oh you think it’s funny, eh? Well we’ll see how you like being punished for such insolence.”

“Terzo my love, I was waiting for your response all day,” you assured him, but he wasn’t having it.

He exclaimed something unintelligible in Italian under his breath, throwing his hands into the air again then continuing to aggressively file his index and middle fingernails on his right hand. His face turned mischievous as he eyed you out of his peripheral. He turned to you and asked, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

Your face blushed instantly as you knew where his mind was headed. The arousal that had been building up between your legs all day suddenly came trickling down your thighs.

“Don’t act so innocent, amorina,” he said with a smirk. “I know you like to tease and brat, but I expected you to behave today.” He walked around you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

You gulped. “Check your phone,” you piped up. He rolled his eyes once more in response. You reached forward, trying to get to his pocket, but he easily swatted your hand away. “Check it!” you urged. “I would never leave you unanswered.”

He seemed skeptical but pulled out his phone and went to his messages. “Oh,” he said, suddenly changing tone. “It appears I did not hit ‘send.’”

“See?” you said triumphantly, trying to get past him to look at his screen, his futile attempts to keep you from looking failing. He tried to erase the message quickly but you read it just in time, blushing again at what he would’ve sent you.

He shook his head as if shaking off the embarrassment of his unnecessary theatrics. “This changes nothing. You should have known where to come and to obey me as soon as you saw the last message.”

You smiled at him, amused that he did not yet have the poise nor the patience that his older brothers had as head of the Satanic Church. He might’ve had a few forehead wrinkles, but sometimes he reminded you of a younger man. He certainly had the impetuousness and stamina of one.

You stepped back into the room, hooking one leg seductively over the leather armchair in the corner, exposing your upper thigh through the slit in your habit. “That’s right,” you said, running with his game. “I was so disrespectful to not heed your call right away.” You took off your veil, tossing your hair back and running your hands through it to smooth down the flyaways.

As you were busy trying to look as seductive as possible, he slid right up next to you, his hand reaching through the slit in your habit. He inhaled the scent of your hair and groaned under his breath, his hand pawing at the hem of your panties. His hand trailed against the cloth, feeling your wetness already saturating it.

“I thought of you all day,” you whispered against his neck, feeling his breath on your cheek, the smell of his spearmint gum washing over you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders affectionately.

“I can tell,” he said. His touch could be so soft and delicate – when he wanted to be – he had already snuck two fingers past the hem of your panties at your entrance. He brought his hand up his under his nose, thumbing your slick in between his fingers. He turned you around roughly and unzipped your dress in one motion. He tore the fabric off you, exposing you in nothing but your bra and underwear.

“Take them off,” he said, gesturing towards your panties. You obeyed swiftly, and tossed them to the side, wearing nothing but your bra now. As you did that, he took off his belt and kicked off his shoes. He folded his belt and snapped it, almost threateningly.

You eyed the belt from the side, your arms steadying you against the armchair. He had never used a belt on you before; you were only used to the palm of his hand, and he was usually quite gentle.

He saw the glimmer of fear in your eyes and came up behind you, placing the belt on the arm of the chair beside your elbow. “I’ll be gentle for today, amore,” he assured, slipping his hand between your thighs, teasing your wet entrance again. Instinctively, your shoulders relaxed and you sighed, relieved.

“But still you must be punished, no?” He took your chin in his free hand, forcing your face to the side, closer to his lips. You nodded in his hand, moaning slightly as his fingertips roamed around, pushing inside your entrance teasingly. “You see how horny you make me, mmh?” he whispered into your ear, groaning on the last syllable. He pressed his clothed erection against your bare ass, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Open,” he commanded, squeezing your mouth open. He gathered up a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat into your mouth, then clamped your mouth shut again. “Swallow.” You gulped. “That’s Papa’s brava ragazza. You’ll do anything I say.”

You eagerly anticipated his next move, wanting to feel his warm seed rush inside you after waiting all day for him, while simultaneously wanting him to take his sweet time antagonizing you and denying you your pleasure.

“What is my punishment, Papa?” you asked enthusiastically, hoping for him to continue using you.

“I think naughty girls deserve to get spanked by their Papa, don’t you?”

You whimpered slightly and nodded, your chin still in his tight grasp. “Yes Papa,” you feigned lament, hanging your head slack in his palm.

He released his grasp on you and withdrew his fingertips from your cunt, and you slumped over the armchair, holding yourself up by your elbows.

“You disobeyed me today,” he said warningly, palming your ass forcefully – yet still softly – massaging the area before striking again. You nodded in agreement. He cracked his belt again for dramatic effect. Crack! This time the leather hit you harder than his hand, stinging your skin a little. CRACK. You moaned louder, feeling the pain more now. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you mia piccola puttana?” he laughed, sticking his middle finger inside your cunt and feeling more wetness trickle out. He took his finger out and wiped your juices on your back before continuing.

Relentlessly he continued, spewing various obscenities at you in Italian. “Who do you belong to, whore?” he kept asking. “You, Papa!” you would shout through stifled yelps. Every few strokes he would sneak in a gentle touch to your raw skin, soothing the redness.

“You come to me when called next time,” he said. “I do not have all day to wait for some filthy slut to pleasure me. Nor do I have the time to take care of myself day in and day out.” He threw the belt to the side, opting for a more personal touch.

You whined in agreement, preparing for the next strike.

SMACK! he spanked you harder with the palm of his hand. “Mmm!” you mumbled, your flesh throbbing. SMACK! he struck you again.

“I am in meetings all day tomorrow,” he continued as if he was not ruthlessly punishing you and just striking up normal conversation. SMACK.

“Ah! Mmm – then I will be waiting for you here when you return after a long day.”

“No, you’ll be on your knees like the good little slut you are,” he said. Smack!

“But Sister will see – ah! – and anyone else in the room – ” you began but he stopped you.

“Silence!” he hissed, striking your ass once more, even harder this time. “It’s time you put your whore mouth to use and show everyone who you belong to, who you worship.”

All you could do was nod in agreement as he struck you across the ass again. Your skin was raw and aching, and you longed for a more delicate touch. Almost as if reading your mind, it seemed Terzo had ceased the punishments – for now. You peeked behind you and saw him hurriedly take off his clothes. Soon he was undressed, and soothingly caressing the red skin on your rear.

“Are you well, amore?” he asked in dulcet tones, lulling you into relaxation. “I know that was rougher than usual.” He touched your back comfortingly.

You trembled, still holding yourself up against the armchair, but nodded assuredly.

“Good,” he said, inching closer. You could feel the head of his erection prod against your thigh as he leaned in close to your ear. “We aren’t through. Are you ready to be bred like a brood mare by your Papa?”

You gasped as he took you from behind and grabbed you roughly by the hips. He pummeled into you uncompromisingly and determined. There was no graceful entry like when you usually made love; this one was a furious desperation of a man who needed carnal pleasure immediately. “Fuck – Terzo!” you exclaimed, adjusting to his length.

“Take it, whore! That’s it, Papa’s little cum rag. So fucking tight, Lucifer – fuck – cazzo!” he grunted through rough thrusts. You were that tight because he had not worked you up enough in between your punishment and his pleasure. Eventually after a dozen thrusts, you acclimated to his rhythm and pushed back into his cock when he rammed into you. That drove him wild. He cried out an indiscernible, animalistic noise that turned into a laugh. “Oh fuck – Satanas you do it so good – fuck –”

It always pleased you to hear your usually eloquent Papa turn into someone who could barely speak, all because he was inside you, bewitched. Your head spun and face flushed as he continued to pound into you, gripping your hips tighter and tighter until you could feel a warm liquid drip down the sides of your thighs. He was still going – he hadn’t cum yet…

He hastily grasped around your neck and clutched at your breasts until firmly grabbing your shoulder with his left hand, holding you tightly in place, and you smelled iron. You glanced down at your chest and saw bloody fingerprints across your skin. Sticky and metallic, the sensation hit you, making you dizzy. His right hand trailed across your thigh around to your front, smearing more blood along your side to your front.

He deftly parted your labia and circled your clit with his fingertips, mixing your blood with your cum and using it to glide over your sensitive bud.

You moaned, unable to speak clearly. You continued clutching onto the armchair for support, feeling weak at the knees. “Yes – right there – ” you muttered as he delicately fingered you while ruthlessly thrusting into your cunt from behind. You cried out in passion as he hit your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm was close.

“Esatto, ecco la mia brava ragazzina. Vieni per me, mio angelo del peccato.” As he rammed into you with precision, his breathing quickened until he was moaning your name. “Ho bisogno di te, ho…bisogno – di – te,” he stifled, cock quivering inside you.

You shuddered under him, your body trembling as you came. Your body rocked against his chest and he kept his rhythm, never breaking away from his hold on you. You cried out in ecstasy and slumped forward further over the arm of the chair, spent and breathless.

Wasting no time, he grabbed onto your elbows to pull you closer and thrust into you harder and faster. “Your cunt will be full of my seed – fuck!” he said. You yelped, wanting to relax but he drove through you to his climax, his warm cum coating your walls and seeping out onto your thighs. He groaned, finishing out his high on three final slow thrusts, until he collapsed on top of you. The both of you lay in a crumpled heap on top of the chair for a moment, catching your breath.

“Merda!” he exclaimed, pleased. He kissed your shoulder blade then got up, pulling out of you finally. He crouched down beside you and tucked your now unkempt hair behind your ear. “How is la mia principessa, hm?”

You nodded and smiled, closing your eyes contentedly but unable to speak just yet.

“Ah shit,” he said, looking you over and realizing you were bleeding from where his nails dug in too tightly around your hips. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and took you into the bathroom, sitting you down by the bathtub.

“Ah,” you muttered, wincing. Your rear end was still throbbing from earlier and the cuts in your thighs were stinging.

He rummaged through the drawers and pulled out antiseptic, cotton balls, and bandages. He took a washcloth from the cupboard and ran it under the tap. He knelt down beside you and wiped away the bloody fingerprints all over your body. He wiped off the wounds on your thighs with such tender care you would not have guessed he was the same man fucking you senseless just moments ago. He put antiseptic on a cotton ball and swiped your cuts.

“Ouch!” you mumbled, the stinging overwhelming for a few seconds before subsiding.

“I am sorry I got overzealous, amore. You just make me so fucking crazy.” He opened the bandages and gently smoothed them over your skin, careful not to reignite the pain.

“It’s okay, love.” You smoothed back his hair and gazed lovingly into his eyes. He glanced down at your entrance, still leaking with his cum from moments ago. “It didn’t take,” you said.

“Mm?”

“I went back on the pill last week.”

“I know, tesoro. I saw the pill pack on the counter. It is fun to pretend.” He kissed your forehead.

Italian to English Translations

ovviamente (obviously)

[Where else] potrei scoparti in pieno giorno cosi forte da dimenticarti il tuo nome? (“[Where else] could I fuck you so hard in broad daylight you’d forget your name?”)

Amore (love/my love)

Amorina (love/sweetheart)

brava ragazza (good girl)

mia piccola puttana (my little slut)

cazzo (fuck)

Esatto, ecco la mia brava ragazzina. Vieni per me, mio angelo del peccato. (That’s right, my good little girl. Cum for me, my angel of sin.)

Ho bisogno di te (I need you)

Merda (shit)

la mia principessa (my princess)

tesoro (treasure)

[inkpot909]

How They Text the Reader Headcanons #2

↳ Characters included are Giorno Giovanna, Pannacotta Fugo, and Narancia Ghirga. Gender neutral Reader; implied everyone lives AU.

A/n: Thank you all so much for the support on my last text headcanon list. It was so fun to write, and I hope that y'all enjoy the second-half of the main part five cast. Once again, I had a blast while writing this!

Warning(s): None.

Giorno Giovanna

You expected him to be a dry-texter, in all honesty. Straightforward and to the point; only ever texting out of necessity. You couldn’t really imagine him as the type to sit down, and have a silly conversation over text.

And at the beginning, that was certainly the case.

Being introduced to the team all at once is certainly overwhelming, and although Giorno adjusted well, he still didn’t know you or the others.

Within the team’s groupchat, he only ever spoke up about important matters as that were being discussed. Whenever a more lighthearted conversation arose, usually because of Mista, he would grow completely radio silent.

Does he really read those texts at all? you recall yourself wondering, Or does he tune us out completely? Can’t really blame him if that's the case; this team... takes time to adjust to.

And eventually learning that he always read those conversations, it was one of the first indications you saw of his character. One of the first times you realized he can and will find his place on the team.

So, while you were in the process of just getting to know Giorno, you developed low expectations when it came to communicating with him over the phone. Hell, you hardly expected him to text you at all.

Oh, what a fool you once were.

As the relationship blossoms, Giorno still texts you as usual. With proper grammar and punctuation, as well as the occasional emoji or two.

But he's far from being a dry-texter. On the contrary, he’s rather cheeky.

And because of his position in Passione after a certain point, work soaks up a lot of his time. He’d much rather call you, but that’s simply not an option most days.

So he simply pokes and teases you over text. Sitting alone in his office, he almost always wears a tiny yet pleasant smile on his face when he reads whatever you send him.

Giorno doesn’t send memes or funny pictures often, but when he does, it’s either pure gold or ridiculously unfunny. Merely doing it every now and then to get a little bit of a rise out of you, of all things.

And he loves it even more if you’re the type to tease him right back:

Pannacotta Fugo

Practically the inventor of double-texting.

He’s got no shame in it either, and if anything, he would argue that him sending multiple messages means you ought to reply. He’s not exactly impatient with you, though.

He usually uses proper grammar over text as well. More than that, he’ll lecture anyone case for not doing the same. He even once pointed out a simple mistake Abbacchio made.

It’s merely lighthearted teasing if you’re the type to not use proper grammar over text, though. Fugo wears his favoritism for you on his sleeve whenever he gets on Narancia’s case for the same exact reason.

That said, when he’s angry, forget about grammar- you just want to be able to understand him.

He complains to you over text... a lot. The outlet is good for him, in a sense. Fugo’s incredibly grateful to have someone like you who will listen to him so earnestly, and he expresses that often. Considering his temper, it really does mean so much more to him than he knows how to express.

It makes knowing whether or not he’s genuinely upset or just playing around easy for you to figure out, at least. Are his text messages legible? If so, there's no reason for concern.

Once, he was ranting to you about a disagreement that arose between him and Abbacchio. His texts were steadily becoming hard to understand, and you prepared yourself to talk to your boyfriend through his anger.

But before you could, he stopped texting you all together.

That was rather confusing, as he’s the type to continue blowing up your phone when frustrated. It wasn’t until almost twenty minutes later, when you saw Mista’s contact pop up for a phone a call, that you found out why.

It was Fugo on the other end, calling from Mista’s phone to bashfully inform you he chucked his own phone out of anger and ended up breaking it.

Later that year, you got him one of those expensive cases that could likely protect a phone falling from absurd heights for Fugo’s birthday. He seemed a bit embarrassed over it, but appreciated the gift nonetheless (He won’t admit it but it does come in handy).

You just cannot stop yourself from teasing him a little bit, especially over the phone. His indulgent reactions are worth it every single time:

Narancia Ghirga

He’s bound to make you cry from laughter over text. Whether it’s his words alone or a meme he sends you from his vast collection (His phone is almost always on the brink of running out of storage), making you laugh comes naturally to him.

It’s a source of pride for him, so reacting bombastically over text is exactly what he’s looking for.

Narancia is also a major sucker for gossip, so he loves sharing everything he hears with you over text. From a random conversation he eavesdropped overhead while out, to drama taking place within Bucciarati’s group.

Doing the same in return is greatly appreciated, as he adores hearing your input.

He’ll also text you at random asking questions like “What did Buccarati want me to do again?” and “Do you happen to know where I put my notebook?” Whenever he racks his brain and cannot find an answer to a dilemma, he’s almost always going to voice his confusion to you with little hesitation.

He’s sent you those types of texts... while on missions. Snitching to Bucciarati is not advised.

You’ve tried telling him he could type those sorts of things down in his notes, but he either forgets to do so or wrongfully assumes that he’ll remember.

Narancia, Mista, Fugo, and you have a groupchat separate from the others on the team. Considering the madness that regularly occurs on it, Narancia’s proud to mention he’s the one who originally suggested the idea.

That said, as much as he likes to text you, he’s not the type to text you good morning and good night every day. Rather, he texts you only when “he has something to say.” Which... is often enough on its own.

He will also complain to you over text often as well. Although, it's not usually out of outright anger:

[thornsofdeath]

bucci gang dynamics

my dear friend asked me how i see their relationships so here is my word dump

bruno and abbacchio def have something going on. whether or not the gang or even if they themselves know it, being the "mom and dad of the bucci gang" have made them feel things for one another. bruno is very caring and patient with everyone and loves them all dearly. abbacchio is the crabby guy like the muppet hecklers but he is also very caring- he just doesnt know how to show it. ig he only lets those colors show with bruno. he and fugo also get along nice and calmly. as weve seen abba and giorno have a rocky relationship, but probably because abba sees his younger self in him? idk. narancia is immature in an endearing younger brother way, for fugo and gio who are younger than him he is more older brother but ykwim. him and mista are bromanicng it up i cant even lie. mista is one funky guy. mista has some of the most questionable yet campy fashion of the group but still respectable, fugo giorno and nara all look up to him in diff ways. abba thinks he is a silly rascal and bruno sees them as kind of equals (not in a condescending way more of like. hes one of the first ones on the team and bruno respects him greatly) fugo…. omg fugo my fav… he has so much going on. so bruno is obv his most trusted person bc he saved him from jail and gave him a new life and allat and he is incredibly grateful and HUGELY respects him and doesnt tolerate bruno slander at all. mista is like fugo's weird gay older brother, nara is very dear to him from the day he picked him off the streets but he does get frustrated with his stubborn nature and simple math skills. him and giorno… fugo respects giorno greatly also from when he helps with the illuso battle to also when gio becomes don and they have that scene in purple haze feedback (mefinks they are gay but thats aside the point). next is giorno who admires everyone in the group silently, as a new gangman he wants to show them he is worthy but also take time to highlight all of their strengths, similar to fugo, he sees mista as like a cheeky weird gay brother. they go to each other with occasional gossip and secrets and all sorts of weird stories. finally trish (not technically part of the gang but yk. she is in my heart) she and mista are great friends and also narancia and her are close. she sees bruno as sort of a father figure because he was the closest thing she had before she "met" diavolo and also helped save her when diavolo tried to kill her.

[r-ex-mor3]

How deep is your love?

“We belong, to you and me..”

G. Giovanna x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings?: Sappy love and npr (not proofread)

Synopsis: Giorno has been overworking himself and focusing on all of his work as a mafia boss. You took note of this and how late he’s been arriving home and how sometimes, Mista will be having to carry him home cause he fell asleep. So, today, you decide to show him all the love you can to make him happy.

knock, knock!

I quickly sat up from being seated on the couch, waiting for your beloved boyfriend to arrive home. As you quickly made my way to the door and opening it to see Giorno. He looked extremely tired and had light eye bags under his eyes.

,,Did you forget to get the keys before you left again Giorno?”

He only responded with a hum and I gave a sad smile as he walked past me, not before taking off his shoes, to go straight to the bed to fall asleep. I furrowed my eyebrows and watched him walk to our shared bedroom as I followed close behind.

As Giorno flopped on the bed, he groaned and I made my way to my side of the bed as he sat up and got in the covers, not really bothering to change his clothes, he got comfortable really quickly.

,,Gio, shouldn’t you get into some sleep clothes at least? It would be more comfortable, love..”

Giorno sat up at the realization, still staying quiet not saying much, he got up and grabbed some sleep clothes before changing in the bathroom and walking back in and got comfortable in the sheets once more, and closed his eyes. I reached out to hold his face tenderly, catching Giorno off guard as he opened his eyes once more.

,,Mmm.. what are you doing, lovebug?”

He asked with a slight groan as he melted into my touch fairly quickly and he sat up and he pulled me close.

,,Just admiring my sweet boyfriend is all. It’s nice to hear your voice again..”

I heard a small chuckle pass his lips and he kissed my cheek with a gorgeous, warm smile.

,,I’ve been so caught up on work, I’m so sorry..”

I smiled as he spoke up once again, he was nuzzling into my body for the warmth and comfort of me always being there to say with him.

,,Oh dear, it’s alright.. I think you should take a break, and no, I will not change my mind.”

I responded with a small giggle as I kissed his face and help him close. He was yearning for more as he’s been deprived of so much, it must’ve felt nice to finally get comfortable again and relive his stress of over working.

,,If you say so, my little lovebug..”

He gave a sweet peck on my lips before slowly dozing off into my arms, a smile spreading across my face as I kiss his forehead.

,,Get some good, needed rest Gio..”

I felt his arms wrap around my torso and pull me close to him with a cheeky smile as he gave a sweet to me as he softly nuzzled into my neck and officially fell asleep..

[princelylove]

OMG Your Highness Fugo canonically wears a thong!! i can't believe it nbjdukjdsnf i just read it and was like huh? 😭 i searched it and it is truee

Pannacotta wearing a thong has always made total sense to me for his character, and for his design. You don’t wear cut-outs riiiiight below your belt and wear briefs with them, you’d be showing the world whatever pattern you chose this morning. 

What about the rest of Team Bucciarati's underwear, though?

I’m very big on ‘fem Giorno is canon and the cast just doesn’t realize it,’ although I’ve only publicly written for masc Giorno, which is a shame. Giorno is the type of girl whose bra always matches her underwear, she normally buys sets or pairs that match her bras. Her bras are wired, without padding, lord knows she doesn't need it. (DIO's genes wouldn't allow for a small chest, even if Giorno's ballet experience has made her thin, they're still There, just not absurdly big either.) The patterns are usually- you guessed it- roses and solid pale pinks or whites. Her underwear is just as ornate and delicate as you’d think- tons of lace, lots of bows, and a feeling like you're about to sell your soul if you remove them.

You can see the band of Guido's underwear when he stretches. He normally alternates between boxers and tight fitting trunks. Guido is the type of guy to be in absolute heaven if his fem darling were to give him her underwear- he'd wear them. It's like a special secret, and you're touching, even if it's not direct.... He's such a simple man. Guido normally buys high end clothes (my source is the very same interview that this anon cited, but I can link it as necessary), his philosophy naturally extends to his underwear. As for patterns, solid grey and black are fine, but he likes a little animal print too.

Trish is a victoria’s secret kinda girl, although she has some dolce & gabbana lingerie that she deeply treasures, and often wears as regular tops. Either Trish canonically wears push up bras, or Guido mistook her sizing whatever other bra she had on down for a push up, because of the tightness. Guido is not a reliable source, but I'm going to say that she likes push up bras because it's a very classic victoria's secret choice. As for her underwear, she probably favors bikini cuts or brazilians. She likes animal prints, stripes, and underwear with words on it. A pair with 'EAT ME' on the front is her favorite.

Narancia wears loose, non-clingy trunks. He gets upset if you tease him for wearing 'short' underwear, but doesn't exactly stop. Narancia likes breathable underwear, which is ironic, considering he prefers his tops to be tight fitting. He likes silly patterns, but he doesn't realize it doesn't come off as super mature. His favorite is a pair with cookies and crumbs on it. Narancia isn't the type to hand wash his delicates, he just throws them into the wash regardless of their material.

Leone either wears clingy trunks or trunk briefs. I'm not sure if that's the proper name for it, but I mean the one that looks like women's hipsters. He's fond of compression underwear, just without padding. He's got too much pride for padding, and doesn't really need it. Leone likes a little bit of lace on his hips, but finds it annoying to have them on his legs. Most of his underwear is pure black, but some of them have white lace instead. A few pairs have veeeery small ribbons on them in the front, with little charms on it. Yes, the charms are normally a small, metal 'A.'

Bruno is the type to switch between women's lingerie and very basic men's boxer briefs, depending on what he's going to do that day. For the women's lingerie, he likely prefers cheeky underwear or just thongs, as long as they're similar to the tattoo on his chest. For the boxer briefs, he prefers clingy types that go to his mid thigh. He wears the thongs significantly more than the boxer briefs.

[strawberryvanillablast]

Giorno Giovanna, a cheeky boy.

@angel-in-the-clouds

@mrsgiovanna

@briagiovanna

[brattybottomdyke]

😂 I'm just a little stubborn, but I will drop it... for now 😇

Before I forget, buon giorno principessa 😘 hope you got (or are getting some quality rest)

I get you. Baking is very much not my thing, I could see why baking shows are not your thing!

Manifesting for it not to be just a fantasy for you, you deserve that! 🙈 Well, during my work meeting I may have completely blanked thinking about it a little...too much 🫠

Oh absolutely 9 was brilliant, wish we had gotten to see more of him, but there was something about how cheeky 10 was, that made him my fave so I'm right there with ya!

I ended up not eating and falling asleep outside 😂 I hope you enjoyed your snack as well as your sesh!

I did not mean to create work for you, im sorry, muñeca preciosa ! I can start adding the translations for them so you don't have to do that anymore!

-Anony🐁

hehe, i win 😇

gooooood morning 🥰 i slept okay, now im at work 😅 did you sleep well?

well now the pink anon has solved that problem for us! we have a baker among us 😋

a little too much huh? is there really such a thing 😇😋

yeah! exactly! i love 10’s cheekiness. he was also my first doctor, my…well ex bf 😅, showed me the Shakespeare episode with Martha as my first episode to get me into the show. i mean, he was right, it worked! 😋😂

my snack was good, my sesh was alright. it was trying to rain so that put a damper, literally, on my sesh 😅 but it’s all good

you’re not creating more work! it’s okay, i just wasn’t sure about that one 🥰

[dongiovannaswife]

K but what if Giorno had a tongue piercing and when you two were still dating he'd be cheeky and lie about it and say some dumb shit like "looks like our piercings are magnetic... gotta... stick my tongue in ur face >:)" - Haley

haLEY THE WAY I GASPED AS SOON AS MY MIND REGISTERED THOSE TWO WORDS "tongue piercing" --This is canon now, thank you so much, will spend the next months thinking about that 🥴💖

[jojoeyo]

Giorno is a thoughtful boyfriend  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[sovereignjojoz]

Accidental meeting

Bucci Gang running into their s/o whilst on a mission

Pairings: giorno x reader, Bruno x reader, abbacchio x reader, mista x reader, narancia x reader and fugo x reader

Warnings: implied fem reader, kissing, reader doesn’t really know about stands nor their occupation/is lowkey oblivious, fugo’s is really short, I’m sorry if some are ooc I tried to vary the scenarios.

♛Bruno Buccarrati

You almost did a double take, having to squint very hard to see if that figure you singled out across the platform was actually your boyfriend Bruno.

You moved your sunhat upwards so you could see clearer, and as your vision became clearer you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was indeed Bruno.

You wondered what he was doing here since last night he had told you he may not be around for a couple of days due to work, however you weren’t complaining, you were glad to see him.

There was still plenty of time until your train arrived at the platform so you called out to him, hoping to spend even the briefest of minutes with your lover.

Hearing you call his name, he looked at you (and for some unknown reason so did five other guys near him), a flash of panic evident in his eyes before he basically vanished into thin air.

Befuddled, you looked around for any traces of him, feeling slightly downcast when you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Cara mia…” a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

“Bruno,” you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face as you threw your arms around his neck.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, returning your embrace, “what are you doing out here?” He questioned.

“Hm, since you said you’d be out for a while I decided why not go to the market and get some supplies, plus we do need some food at home?” You looked up at him smiling.

“Is that so.” He responded, mind seemingly elsewhere.

You nodded, however, you too, had a question of your own, “what about you sweetheart? I thought you had work.”

At the mention of work, Bruno became alert again, being in your presence made him put his guard down. He looked at his teammates, who he had partially forgotten were with him, and gauged their reactions. Fugo and Abbacchio attempted to blend in with the crowd whilst waiting for their boss to return, whilst those who were less mature, namely mista and narancia, mimicked the actions of their boss, and giorno was no help either, standing there smugly.

He turned back towards you, giving you his undivided attention, “I do, we have to go to the next city to run some errands, hence why I’m here.”

“Oh right, well your train comes later than mine so do you wanna wait with me for a bit?” You ask as he pulled your sun hat lower down your head so your face was shielded from those who pass by.

“Of course, Carina.” To stay with you until you boarded would be the best way to keep you safe.

The two of you talked mindlessly until your train arrived, forcing you to reluctantly part from him and say your goodbyes.

“I’ll see you later,” you said leaning up to give him a goodbye kiss.

He smiled, shaking his head as he put two fingers on your lips.

“Sì, Carina, later.” He agreed, lifting you onto the train.

You ran to an open window and stuck your tongue at at him, “boo you tease.”

He chucked, “bye [name], I love you.”

“I love you too.”

♛Giorno Giovanna

You had just finished paying for your ice cream from the ice cream van when you saw the lean stature of your boyfriend enter your vision.

Wanting to surprise him, you ran up and hugged his waist from behind.

You felt him stiffen in your embrace but relax upon sensing it was you.

He turned around in your embrace to face you, “[name]?”

You smiled, “hi Giogio.”

“Hi amore, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?” He asked whilst looking around.

You took a bite out of your ice cream, “Just fancied some ice cream.”

“Oh, and you don’t offer your boyfriend any? Amore mio you wound me.” He teased.

You stuck the ice cream in his mouth, catching him off guard, “fine here, you happy now.” You taunted.

“Yeah, you happy Giogio?” Abbacchio mocked.

“Very. Thank you.” He wiped the ice cream off of his mouth then smiled at Abbacchio, who scoffed in irritation at the blonde’s antics.

“Ah, are these your friends Gio?” You asked, reaching to hold his hand.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said allowing you to take his hand, “come let me walk you home so you’re safe, it’s getting late, and i know your house is not that far from here.”

♛ Narancia Ghirga

“Done!” You celebrated, having adjusted the sun umbrella you battled to get up to your liking.

You were about to lay your towel out when you spotted Narancia and some of his friends running across the beach.

“Narancia!”

Narancia looked around, trying to spot the person calling him, but his obliviousness caused him to look everywhere but at you.

Fugo elbowed him, causing him to jerk forward.

“Oi Fugo try that-!”

Fugo interrupted him, not caring for what he had to say, pointing at you. “hey, Isn’t that your-”

“[name]?!” He yelled, opting to ignore the rest of what Fugo was going to say, making his way over to you instead.

You kissed his cheek once he had reached you. “Hi Nara.”

“Hi.”

“So…whatcha doinggg?” You inquired.

“Nothing really, just hanging with the guys.” He said in hopes that you’d go back to relaxing on the beach.

You clasped your hands excitedly, “Ah great! Then do you wanna play with me, c‘mon I brought a beach ball! It will be so fun, you can even ask your friends if you want?”

“Ye-!” He had to cover his mouth to stop his natural impulse of saying yeah. Why did there have to be a mission right now?

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I have something to do.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, annoyed.

You looked down sadly, “Oh. It’s fine. I’ll see you later then Nara.”

Such a downcast look on your face did not sit right with Narancia, he stepped closer to you pulling the corners of your mouth upwards. “Hey! Don’t be sad, y’know how I like to see you smile. Once I’ve finished this we can play, I’ll be back in a bit! I promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “see! Much better, you won’t even notice I’m gone, promise.” He kissed your cheek before running off to rejoin the rest of his group.

♛Guido Mista

There were people to your left, right and centre, however your eyes locked in on mista, whom to you stuck out more than anyone.

You yelled his name as he came closer, his eyes instantly on you.

He jumped, panicked and started running towards you, lightly pushing people out of the way to get to you faster, as a few men trailed behind him.

“Hi bab-”

You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence as you were swept off of your feet and carried in his arms further away from the hustle and bustle, into an alleyway you didn’t recognise.

He put you down lightly after checking around to see if the two of you (and his friends) were alone.

You greeted him by giving him a light kiss on the lips, “what a way to say hi.”

He returned your kiss, “hi bambina, what’re you doing out, I thought ya said you were staying home.”

“it got boring without you babe, plus you said we could do skincare tonight so I got us some supplies.” You held up the bags, elated.

“M’kay baby, don’tcha wanna go home now though? How bout you set everything up and then I join ya?” He probed, hoping you would agree so he knew you were safe and sound.

“How long will you be?”

He went silent for a while, thinking hard as to not give you false expectations. “2 hours? Maybe 2 and a half?” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Another two hours?” You kicked a pebble under your shoe, “it’s been a week since I last saw you, I miss you Mista.”

“I know bambina. I miss you too.”

Outside of the allyway, the rest of the gang stood waiting for Mista. They were going to follow however they decided to give him some privacy upon seeing his agitation.

“Sorry for taking, it was important.” Mista apologised coming out of the alleyway a couple of minutes later, your hand firmly interlocked with his.

“Ah yes, Clearly very important, you must’ve been very preoccupied.” Bruno spoke, a hint of teasing in his tone.

“What?”

“Yeah Mista, who knew nude pink was your shade?!” Narancia chimed in, puckering his lips.

Ah, he’d been found out. He didn’t know your lipstick would leave marks!

“Babe! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“I tried too!” You defended yourself, wiping your lipstick from on and around his mouth with your thumbs, “but you cut me off by kissing me again and walking outside.”

He grinned, his canines baring as a result,“Whatever! At least I have someone to kiss! Let’s go.”

♛Leone Abbacchio

You had spotted Abbacchio after you had just finished picking up some takeout which the two of you would have for dinner tonight.

You didn’t want to embarrass him by yelling so you walked up to him instead.

“Abba-” you started to call out.

He paused, signalling he heard you, however instead of saying hello or anything he completely ignored you and continued walking forward, leaving you completely dejected.

You stood there stunned for a moment, gripping the takeout bags tightly in your hands before leaving to head home.

Abbacchio entered the silent house house way into the middle of the night. He saw you’d left his portion of takeout on the table with a little note saying “enjoy dinner Leone :)”, even though you were most likely upset at him for ignoring you.

He scowled, making his way over to the bedroom, where he found you sleeping soundly.

He walked over to the side you slept on, leant down and kissed your forehead.

“sorry.”

He got up to leave but fell onto the bed when your arms wrapped around his neck.

He held himself above you so he didn’t crush you under his weight.

You kissed both of his cheeks, then his lips. “It’s fine, I forgive you.”

He ruffled you hair and grumbled, “Alright, get to bed.”

“Join me?”

♛Pannacotta Fugo

“Fugo! Fugo!”

Oh no, this could not be happening, why did you have to be here now.

He was happy to see you don’t get him wrong, however they were currently being perused by an enemy.

He grabbed your wrist and brought you close to him, putting his hand over your mouth so no noise would be detected.

You looked at him confused, silently asking him what was up with your eyes.

You were met with no response, he only brought your head closer to his chest, shielding you from the unknown threat as you listened to his heart beating erratically.

All you could do was comply.

You’d have to ask him what happened when you got home.

[dordoe]

Bucci gang and their display of love to reader:

Bruno Buccellati:

Will be more attentive to you, but at the same time quite careful. In addition to compliments and careful touches, he will try to notice changes accurately (new hair, makeup, etc.). Forced to worry about you more than others, but will try not to show it in front of others, so as not to cause resentment.

Abbacchio Leone:

It's not hard to guess how he will pick up on sympathy for you. He's a rather inconsistent personality, so expect more sternness and remarks in your direction mixed with sarcastic praise. He will not be afraid to doze off next to you, because to get his love, you first need to get his trust, which costs a lot.

Giorno Giovanna:

Will try to get your love at any cost. Will give unobtrusive compliments and in addition - give nice, but modest gifts, as well trying to draw attention to himself.

Fugo Pannacotta:

Very unsure, at times even too abrupt. Solving complicated math examples is no more difficult for him than showing his feelings for you. Sometimes he makes inappropriate and sudden compliments that are usually not accompanied by anything. Yes, he is more reserved and open with you, but he needs to be prepared for that.

Naranchia Ghirga:

Unlike Fugo, he is more relaxed about it. His compliments are timely, but rather bold, for the advice from his "big brother" comes by way of example. He's not afraid to act like a fidgety kid with you, since he knows you won't do anything wrong to him. Once in a while will share goodies with you and if you refuse, will pretend to be offended.

Guido Mista:

This guy is a walking compendium of various compliments and, though inept, a flirtation guru. His affection ranges from cheeky pickups, to incredibly slutty, and most importantly, for all that, will be incredibly embarrassed and surprised if you return the favor. Often invites you out to dinner somewhere, and always tries to get you something to eat. If Mista isn't so confident, however, he has the help of his stanza - six tiny creatures ready to surround you with love.

[giogio-vanna]

Bucci Gang Horror Movie Night Headcanons

Anon asked: Another Bucci gang request! (Escape room anon here! Love your blog!!!)Horror movie night! It was probably Narancia and/or Mista who decided on it and made everyone else watch it. (Also I once heard that Italian horror movies are the scariest and goriest, idk any specific movie titles but that’s just a random cinema fact I heard). (Also I keep picturing Narancia teasing everyone at first about how scared they’re gonna be and then he ends up the most scared and trying not to show it, lol)

Hi there! OMG thank you for the compliment!! I'm so sorry this took so long to complete, but thank you for your patience! I'd absolutely LOVE to have a horror night with the Bucci gang!

Tw: language

Art credit: @/dailyjojoba on twitter!

Individual member responses after the cut!

Horror movie night would 100% be Narancia’s idea

He was most likely out at the store and came across a video store on his way home

Deadass bought only the scariest ones

“Okay, so, I know it’s not Halloween BUT, let's have a horror movie night! Look, I bought a ton of movies while I was out so we can have a bunch to pick from! I think I grabbed a movie or two for each category--”

Mista would immediately be into the idea the second Narancia said movie night; the two of them think they’ll be fine

Giorno would be the next member to convince only because he hasn't watched a whole lot of those movies and doesn't know any better

I feel like Bruno wouldn’t have a clue where to start in the horror category, but he’s always down to try new things!

Abbacchio would be a little tougher to get on board with the idea

Not because he’s scared, no, but because he thinks horror movies nowadays are cheesy

With the constant persistence of Mista and Narancia, he’ll eventually cave

And Fugo

Poor Fugo would straight up say no and would essentially be forced to watch a horror movie

A little reverse psychology, if you will, on the behalf of Mista would be the driving force for Fugo to join in

“Oh, you’re right Fugo, I don't think you could handle these kinds of movies. It’s probably best you sit this activity out!”

Bruno Bucciarati

Even if Bruno has no experience with watching horror movies, that doesn't mean he isn't down to try them!

I feel like he would hold these movies to a high expectation of being scary enough to elicit a reaction

Bruno definitely isn't squeamish by any means, but I feel like jumpscares would get him!

He wouldn't scream, but I can see him give a slight jolt if something catches him off guard

Placing a hand on his chest and letting out a slight breath that he didn't know he was holding

It’s all in good fun though!

I feel like Bruno would end up actually liking horror movies!

I think it would be a mix of the movie itself and the experience he had with his gang

Speaking of them, I can totally see Bruno using his stand to scare certain people if he’s feeling a little cheeky that evening

He would use Sticky Fingers to grab the ankles or arms of any member that was particularly tense!

He would feign ignorance just to further tease his victim

Even though he’s a capo, he’s still a 20yo guy who likes to have fun!

“Is everything alright? The movie isn't too much for you, is it? We can always change it, Amigo!”

All in all, Bruno would have a great time and would love to do it again!

Saturday nights will definitely be for the boys and their movie night

Leone Abbacchio

Oh boy

This man loves to hate horror movies

It’s not that he doesn't like them, because Abbacchio could take or leave them, but

The plots and scenes are just so ridiculous that he can't suspend his disbelief

Abbacchio would 100% criticize the main cast for being idiots whilst running away from the killer

And he’ll be very vocal about it

“Are you kidding me? Even Giorno does a better job at getting us almost lost or killed, and he’s just driving us around Naples.”

like Bruno, Abbacchio would go into this experience with a set of expectations

And would be disappointed when they’re not met

He wouldn't get too scared, I don't think!

He might make a face or two if something catches him off guard, but he’s pretty unfazed

Even though he doesn't get much of a thrill out of watching horror movies, he loves to see other people get scared

That thrills him

Abbacchio would definitely tease the shit out of people like Mista or Narancia for being so scared

He may or may not use Moody Blues to tease them later

Let's just hope they don't piss Abbacchio off

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno is a pretty calm and collected guy for the most part

However, I feel like horror movies would bother him slightly

Giorno’s the kind of guy to outwardly be okay, but on the inside, he’s suffering

He’d be gripping the couch’s armrest, holding his breath, and swallowing hard

His hands would be slightly shaky and he would be sweating

If not for the couch’s armrest, he would be holding onto a pillow a little tiger than he should be

But, Giorno’s face would remain stoic and calm!

Nor would he make a sound if he was scared

And he would 100% playoff being scared!

He’d probably awkwardly laugh it off if someone confronts him about being so tense

“H-huh? Me? Scared? You’re joking, right? I'm perfectly fine.”

Giorno would probably be one of the people Bruno tries to scare because he just looks so unbelievably tense

He would probably have a heart attack when he feels some unknown hand grip his ankle

I don't think Giorno would prefer to watch horror movies

He wouldn't mind if the majority of his gang wanted to watch one, but he won't be the one to suggest it

Guido Mista

Mista can deny being scared all he wants

But the fact of the matter is that he is terrified

If someone were to point out how scared he is, he would immediately project his fears onto someone else

Or he would point out how someone else is more scared than him

“Me, scared!? You were the one who screamed! I was only screaming because you were screaming!”

Mista would be very vocal about being scared

He wouldn't be as loud as Narancia, but he would 100% yell in fear

He would be the kind of guy to violently jolt when something scares him

He might even grab onto the nearest person! (Narancia or Giorno)

Please don't let him hold food either; his violent jolts will send food everywhere

But Mista also strikes me as the guy who secretly loves to be scared by horror movies

Or at least forgets how scared he gets and watches them anyways

He’ll look at Giorno and Abbacchio in bewilderment

Neither of them are scared! (little does he know about Giorno)

He’d try to put on a brave face, but he just can't convince himself

I can see himself getting up to “use” the bathroom

But we all know he uses those trips to calm himself down

Mista would walk away from the movie night visibly spooked, but he won't admit that

Narancia Ghirga

This poor child really underestimated his movie choice

He picked the scariest one he could find and he managed to scare himself shitless!

He would be so loud and very jumpy!

But he would be one of those angry-scared people

He would scream at the tv and curse when something scares him

“You mother fucking, ugly-ass, dumb fuck, son of a--”

“Narancia!”

I can totally see Narnacia being a pillow hider or hiding behind another individual if he got scared enough

He’ll be so on edge that even someone asking him a simple question would scare him

Like Mista, he will try to justify the reason why he was scared and completely deny acting like a baby

He will argue with someone over how scared he is

And he will be quick to mention how someone else is more scared than him

Even though it is clear as day that he's scared, he'll deny it

and he'd die on that cross

Narancia would be so scared from his own movie choice that he would sleep with the lights on for a night or two

Don't tease him though, he’ll pull his knife out

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is like Abbacchio, but scared

He’s the kind of guy to be in denial at how scary the movie is

Like, the movie is too cheesy and predictable to be scary

However, he’s as equally scared as everyone else, his pride just keeps him from admitting it

Especially not to Mista

He would be the kinda guy to point out how scared someone is and how stupid the movie is

“Really? That scared you? How are you even in the mafia if a little jump scare like that would get you? And you’re the one who wanted to have a movie night!”

As a way to cover up his fears, he’d critique the movie as a way to justify how he couldn't possibly be scared

He’d try to put on a brave face, and it works for the most part

That is until Narancia screams and he gets scared alone just from that

Fugo is a high strung guy to begin with so horror movies would make him even more anxious

He also doesn't really see the appeal to these kinds of movies, anyways

Who would want to pay to get scared? Or watch people get killed?

These definitely aren't his go-to kinds of movies and would only return to movie night if it was a different genre

[daisys-gard3n]

Scuse me, which of the jojo characters are the baby boy/baby girl? Or just an absolute baby, either works for me. My mommy senses are tingling, itching to spoil someone with love and just baby them all day. Warm cuddles, cooing how cute they are, patting their head, dicking them down on the mattress, sharing clothes, bubble baths, making the squirm with a toy, and just good ol' love sessions 💖

Jojo Character Who are Baby

Terunosuke - He's a cheeky brat, but being loved by his mommy makes him into a blushy and squirmy baby boy. Especially when you kiss all over his face and wrap him in your arms...And when you play with his little cock as you rail him with your strap on, making him whimper and moan so pretty for you.

Josuke - Service Switch. He does everything for everyone, he needs some down time and let his Mommy do whatever she wants. Josuke needs to be spoiled with a nice sakura-scented bath and his mommy massaging his scalp as she washes him. He wants to put into a cozy sweater and snuggle up to you. And when you ride his cock as a vibrator is going off in his ass, cooing at how cute he looks drooling and begging to cum for his Mommy.

Trish - Pillow Princess! Trish wants to be loved and coddled, be spoiled by mommy with tons of kisses and share a rose-scented bath. And after, you get to bring out the strap on and fuck her on the egyptian cotton sheets because she wore such pretty lingerie for her mommy

Narancia - Feral Switch. Yeah, he'll dick you down and be your man, but he also wants cuddles and kisses and overstimulation with a toy. He wants you to make him cookies and tell him how much you love him before sucking on his cock and making him cry from cumming too much.

Giorno - He's pretty much on the top of the world, but he needs an escape from it every once in a while. He wants a Mommy to come home to and drop everything and fall into her arms, letting her do whatever she wants to her tired prince. He wants to be changed out of his work clothes and into comfy pjs, have a nice hot dinner, and fall asleep on Mommy's lap while she massages his scalp. He also wants Mommy to lay him down gently on the bed and fuck him so good with her strap on, being so gentle and loving as she kisses him all over and rubs the strap on against his prostate. He wants to be completely spoiled.

F.F. - Sweetest little thing, she'll never disobey mommy! She's so in love with her mommy and melts at the littlest bit of attention she gets from her. Petting her head and calling her Angel, letting her pick out a movie to watch and snuggle close, Mommy making the biggest cup of water for her to drink! And because she's so good, F.F. gets to have a vibrator on her cunt and squirt all over the bed for Mommy, whining and squirming as she makes the bed messy while Mommy keeps the vibrator on her sensitive clit and watches her pussy pulse.

Gappy - He does so much for everyone too...And he's such a curious boy, so he wants Mommy to teach him everything! Gappy loves bubble baths with mommy and letting her wash him up all squeaky clean. But things can get a bit too naughty, when Mommy starts stroking his cock in the bath and tells him he needs to be clean everywhere. Josuke wants mommy to sit on him and his cock, crushing him and letting him bury himself in her tits as she fucks on his cock and makes him cum sooooo much.

Yasuho - Another sweet angel. Mommy can't help but give her so many kisses and hugs, spoil her with her favorite treats and presents. She's such a good girl, doing everything she can for her Mommy. That's why she gets to feel all of Mommy's strap on and let her fuck into her g-spot until she cums allll over Mommy's cock, nice and thick and milky white. Grabbing onto the sheets and her eyes rolling to the back of her head when you grab onto her hair.

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

[lunamagicablu]

Eppure mi rialzo

Puoi infangarmi nella storia con le tue amare, contorte bugie. Puoi schiacciarmi nella terra ma, come la polvere, io mi rialzo.

La mia sfacciataggine ti disturba? Perché sei afflitto dallo sconforto? Perché cammino come se avessi pozzi di petrolio che pompano nel mio salotto.

Proprio come le lune e i soli, con la certezza delle maree, come le speranze che volano alte, io mi rialzo.

Volevi vedermi spezzata? Con la testa china e gli occhi bassi? Spalle cadenti come lacrime, indebolite dai pianti della mia anima?

La mia immodestia ti offende? Non te la prendere così tanto solo perché io rido come se avessi miniere d’oro scavate nel mio giardino

Puoi ferirmi con le tue parole, puoi trafiggermi con i tuoi sguardi, puoi uccidermi con il tuo odio, eppure, come la vita, io mi rialzo.

La mia sensualità ti disturba? Ti coglie di sorpresa Che io danzi come se avessi diamanti alla confluenza delle mie cosce?

Dalle capanne della storia ignobile io mi rialzo. Da un passato radicato nel dolore io mi rialzo. Sono un oceano nero, impetuoso e vasto che traboccante e gonfio avanza con la marea.

Lasciandomi indietro notti di terrore e paura io mi rialzo in un nuovo giorno miracolosamente chiaro Io mi rialzo Portando i doni lasciati dai miei antenati, sono la speranza e il sogno dello schiavo. E così mi rialzo, mi rialzo mi rialzo. Maya Angelou ************************* Yet I get up

You can muddy me in history with your bitter, twisted lies. You can crush me in the earth but, like dust, I get up.

Does my cheekiness bother you? Why are you afflicted with despair? Because I walk as if I have oil wells pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and suns, with the certainty of the tides, like hopes that fly high, I get up.

Did you want to see me broken? With your head bowed and your eyes cast down? Shoulders drooping like tears, weakened by the cries of my soul?

Does my immodesty offend you? Don't be so angry just because I laugh as if I have gold mines dig in my garden

You can hurt me with your words, you can pierce me with your looks, you can kill me with your hate, yet, like life, I get up.

Does my sensuality bother you? It takes you by surprise Let me dance like I have diamonds at the confluence of my thighs?

From the huts of ignoble history I get up. From a past rooted in pain I get up. I am a black, rushing and vast ocean that overflowing and swollen advances with the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I get up in a new miraculously clear day I get up Carrying the gifts left by my ancestors, they are the slave's hope and dream. And so I get up, I get up I get up. Maya Angelou