#as.jjba

[aces-sweetheart]

need

♥  pairing: mista x gn!reader

♡ description: SMUT; After teasing you all day, you needed him.

♥  warnings/info: sexting in public, male orgasm, mista is a certified menace, blowjob kind of, he calls you kitten

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Before he could even close the door, you were on him. Mista let out a gasp but he had no reason to be surprised; he'd been teasing you all day.

It started with sending you a picture of him shirtless after he showered while you were asleep. A towel hung low on his hips and his happy trail led down to what you wanted to see most. A few hours later it was a picture of him lifting up his crop top and biting his lip, which would’ve made you laugh (him looking like a typical tool), if his abs and hairy chest weren't on display for you. Barely half an hour passed before he sent you something else; this time it was a video. The lighting wasn't the best but you could tell he was in the bathroom at Libeccio. His palm rubbed the large bulge in his striped pants. The video was silent aside from the muffled background noise of the restaurant. Along with the video, he sent you a simple text: miss you. Immediately you hid your phone under your work desk and furiously typed back asking what he was doing. A few minutes passed before he replied thinking of you with another video: this time with his hard cock out, hand pumping it as he breathed heavily. You were so glad you turned down your coworker’s offer to go out to eat for lunch because that meant no one else heard the moan Mista let out as he came all over his hand. The video ended with cum dripping down his fingers and a cheeky smile to the camera.

Thanks to your bastard of a boyfriend, you spent the rest of your shift extremely horny and ready to get home. Unlike him, you weren't as bold as to send things like that in public, much less at your workplace. As you drove home you prayed he'd be home so you two could fuck on every flat surface in your shared apartment but you had no such luck. He was probably out with the gang which left you alone. You didn't even bother masturbating, knowing it wouldn't truly satisfy you. You opted to shower and change into something more comfortable and idle around while you waited for him. No matter what you did, your mind went back to everything he sent and you found yourself opening up the messages multiple times. You’d been turned on since this morning and you needed him now. As if your prayers were answered, you heard the door being unlocked and nearly leapt off the couch. You pushed him back against the door and smashed your lips onto his, moaning at the contact you'd be craving all day. He was startled but he wrapped his strong arms around you and moved his thick lips over yours. He pulled back with a light nip to your bottom lip and smirked. 

"What's this about kitten?" The smugness was gone as soon as you pulled him closer by his belt; something you knew turned him on to no end. Your hands ripped his hat off and threw it to the side so you could desperately tug at his curly brown locks. 

"You know damn well what this is about Guido." Maintaining eye contact with him as you sank to your knees, you pulled down his pants and briefs at once. He was half hard already and you moved closer to let your breath lightly wash over his cock and balls. You placed the head of his cock on your lips and gave it a light kiss. Even though he could barely feel the contact he moaned loudly. With his cock on your lips and his eyes on you, you desperately mewled.

“I need you.”

#mista guido x reader #mista guido smut #mista smut #jjba smut #jjba x reader #as.jjba #as.smut #as.writes #finally getting around to posting all my old fics that have been sitting in my docs for over a year lmfao

[aces-sweetheart]

through the phone

♥  pairing:risotto x reader, fwb!formaggio x reader but it’s not the main thing??

♡ description: SMUT; If Formaggio can’t fuck you then you’ll find a La Squadra member who can.

♥ warnings/info: sexting, oral (male receiving), sir kink, squirting, rice man nutting on your face god i wish that was me

Glaring at your phone, you read his text for the umpteenth time as if it would make you feel any better.

sorry kitten, futball tonight

Formaggio had the nerve to turn you down when he spent the last week he was away on a mission sexting you like crazy. Every day he’d send at least two nudes and more often than not, he would call you late at night, panting and asking you what you would do to him had he been with you. He wasn’t your boyfriend; the farthest thing from it in fact. You would kill him if you ever dated him; he was a good fuck but an awful romantic partner which is why you two decided to make this arrangement sex-only. Except tonight there was no sex involved for either of you, much to your frustration. 

The more you thought about it, the more heated you became. Formaggio was never not horny, he was probably touching himself during the commercials of the game, so you knew he didn’t turn you down due to disinterest. His love for futball was apparently greater than you thought. You would never have guessed he’d turn down fucking for it but it would appear you were wrong. Looking up at the mirror in your room, you looked at the lingerie that covered your body. You’d worn it just for that asshole, sending him pictures of you in and asking if you could come over. Fuck it. You thought; you look good and it’s his loss. You were getting fucked tonight with or without him. Throwing on some clothes, you left your house to search for your next target.

---

If Formaggio was busy then you’d go to the next man on your list: Melone. He had made his interest more than apparent with the constant staring and compliments on how loud you were in bed with his teammate. You couldn’t deny that the thought crossed your mind more than once but Formaggio usually took care of you before you could act on it. Tonight was different; you were alone and more importantly you needed to get fucked soon. You entered La Squadra’s base and were surprised by how quiet it was. It was clear Ghiaccio wasn’t there since there was no shrill screaming about various minor inconveniences or his latest pet peeve. You couldn’t hear the sound of Prosciutto trying to mentor Pesci to be a good assassin and “stop being such a little bitch”; nor could you hear Illuso, Sorbet, Gelato, and Melone gambling over a game of cards. Someone had to have been present though since you were buzzed in. If everyone else was gone that left only one other person.

Risotto towered over you and stared with an unreadable expression. “Did you need something Y/N? Formaggio isn’t here.” Just the sound of his voice made you feel weak in the knees; you really were needy. Risotto, ever observant, took notice of your arousal immediately but said nothing. He knew you and Formaggio were fucking; everyone in the squad knew given how loud you two were. The capo couldn’t deny he was a bit curious about your escapades with his fellow assassin. Just going by the loud moans and praises Formaggio let out, only slightly muffled behind the thin walls, you were incredibly talented with your mouth and you loved being bent over and fucked hard. Some nights when the capo was particularly needy, he would recall all the noises you made, mentally blocking out Formaggio’s and replacing them with his own. He’d imagined you in every position; on your back with your legs on his shoulders, on your hands and knees with your face pushed down into the mattress, you on your knees pleading for his cum. The last one was his favorite to imagine when he came. He longed to see your beautiful face covered in his cum, smiling as you licked it off your lips. Unbeknownst to him, you were having similar thoughts in that very moment. You wrapped your arms under your breast subtly so your cleavage was more visible, lace bra just barely peeking out of your v-neck. He followed the movement with his eyes and looked at your face, his bottom lip between his teeth. The tension between you two was palpable. 

“You could say I need something capo.”

--

does your offer still stand? 

That bastard had the audacity to message you while you were getting pounded into the mattress. He had no way of knowing that his very own capo was balls deep in you but you were pissed at him for breaking your focus regardless. If you were being honest, this was the best sex you’ve ever had and you weren’t sure if you could go back to him after this. Risotto’s cock stretched you in a way Formaggio’s never could. His thrusts were deeper and his grip on your body, whether it be your breasts or neck or thighs, was tighter and more assertive. The way his tongue ran up and down your folds and his lips latched onto your clit had your hips bucking uncontrollably. His fingers pressed into your spot with precision and just the right amount of force; he managed to make you squirt within minutes of fingering you. Formaggio only managed that after nearly an hour of foreplay and fucking. The way the capo made you feel tonight was infinitely greater than the dozens of times you fucked his underling.

“Is the sex that bad you’re getting distracted?” He asked as he stilled his hips, cock resting inside of you. Even if you said yes, he knew it was far from true. You two had been going at it for what felt like hours and he quickly learned you were insatiable. He wasn’t sure if it was due to you being pent up or if you were always this horny but it seemed like only seconds would go by after your orgasms before you were back on him, begging for him to fuck you or to let you suck his cock. Your submissiveness made itself known fairly early on too. When he accidentally pushed you too hard to the bed at first, the moan you let out told him you were going to be left with more than a few bruises tonight. He smirked at the thought of Formaggio seeing them tomorrow. 

“N-no,” you tried to collect your thoughts but your mind was hazy, “My phone went off but it’s not important.” You wiggled your hips and tried to coax him back into moving but stopped when his large hands gripped your hips, warning you not to move a muscle without his permission. 

“It must be pretty important if he’s double texting.” Risotto saw the second text come in and couldn’t help but tease you a little. You glanced at your phone and rolled your eyes at the is that a no? and went to toss it when his wrist enclosed yours. You let him take the phone out of your hands and open the camera app. You quickly caught on to what he was up to and nodded your consent. He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, something you wouldn’t expect from such a fearsome man, then pulled back to begin recording. 

---

“Fuck! Please Sir!” You never called him siir, Formaggio thought bitterly as he watched you take his capo’s cock on the small screen of his phone. As angry as he was, he was hypnotized by the sight of your ass cheeks rippling with each slap of his thighs against them. It was a sight that was familiar to him but he wasn’t used to only watching and not being the one to feel your wet pussy. Risotto’s hand landed harshly against your ass and you nearly screamed, your head falling onto the mattress. Your moans were barely muffled but that’s just what you and Risotto wanted; you wanted the other man to hear exactly what he was missing. 

The commercial break ended and the announcer began to commentate on the last round of the game but the assassin wasn’t paying attention. The video ended and he fought with himself to shove his hands in his pants. Instead he took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to will away his erection and hopefully focus on the game rather than how he wanted nothing more than to be the one inside of you at that moment. It worked for a few minutes; his team scored a goal, leaving the opposing team only one point ahead. He may not be able to fuck you tonight but at least his team might win. His eyes darted across the screen as the ball was passed from player to player. At the last second, a member of the opposing team intercepted it and began to kick it to the other side of the field. Just as the player was about to aim for the goal, his phone lit up again. Against his better judgement he unlocked it and opened the latest video. 

Clearly Risotto was still holding the phone as you were now kneeling between his legs. Your mouth prettily stretched out around his massive length and though you had difficulty taking him, you managed to get all the way down once. You immediately pulled back and breathed heavily as strands of saliva connected your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You looked at the camera with teary eyes and smiled before taking him back into your mouth. 

“Good kitten, you’re taking Sir’s cock so well,” Risotto’s voice came from behind the camera, “right here.” He said as he placed two of his fingers against the side of your throat where his cock was pressing against. You choked slightly but kept going, desperate to make him cum. It didn’t take more than a few more seconds of you sucking him off for him to pull you off with a tight grip in your hair. His fingers moved from your hair to his cock and he stroked it until he came with a loud grunt. The camera closely captured how each spurt of cum landed on your face, strand after strand coating your skin while you took it all with a serene smile. He knew you loved cum; you didn’t care where it was as long as it was somewhere in or on you. Risotto moved the camera closer as your tongue poked out from behind your lips to lick off the cum on your lips. The video ended with you making eye contact with the camera causing Formaggio to let out a groan. His eyes traveled back to the TV and the results of the game showed on the screen. Not only did he have to deal with his straining cock by himself but on top of that his team lost. His head hit the back of the couch and he let out a frustrated groan. 

I really fucked up tonight.

#formaggio x reader #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #risotto smut #jojo smut #as.writes #as.smut #as.jjba

[aces-sweetheart]

rock the boat

♥ pairing: afab reader x bruno buccellati

♡ synopsis: SMUT; Bruno decides to show you much more than the ocean.

♥ warnings/info: use of gendered language (babygirl) for reader, squirting, kind of public sex, creampie, sir kink, the title sucks but it’s better than “bruno bootyslut” as my friend suggested

“I told you to be quiet.” Bruno thrusted into you from behind, his grip tight on your hips. He knew even if your poorly stifled moans didn’t alert the others to what you were doing, the slap of his thick thighs against yours certainly would. His hand moved to grab your ass, fighting the urge to spank it. “Or perhaps you want the others to know you’re being fucked like a whore a few feet away from them?”

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan at the thought of your team members seeing you like this. Part of you was mortified while the other part wanted the other men to see what a slut you really were. While Abbacchio probably knew what you two were up to, Mista probably had no clue why Bruno suddenly asked if you “wanted to look at the ocean” from the front of the boat. Imagining their hungry eyes staring at you as their usually composed capo slammed his cock into you, his swim trunks hastily pulled halfway down his thighs and hair a mess, you felt yourself get even closer.

Bruno felt you clench down on his cock so he trailed one of his hands into your red bikini bottoms, rubbing your clit in tight circles. The other hand slithered up your matching top and alternated between groping your breast and tweaking your nipple. There was no way you’d be quiet when you came; not with the risk of being caught or how he pounded into you, his cock rubbing against your spot with every thrust. The familiar pressure rose within your body until finally it exploded and you gushed. Your hand barely made it in time to cover your mouth but you knew it was hopeless; there was absolutely no way you could completely cover such a loud moan. Bruno fucked you through your orgasm, loving the feeling of your cum running down his body. As he increased his speed, he lifted you up with a hand around your waist and turned your head to the side to kiss you. He pulled back slightly to look in your eyes. His eyes were half lidded and you could tell by the hurried breaths he was taking that he was about to cum. 

“Cum inside me sir, please fill me up.” His eyes rolled back into his head and he thrust deeply inside of you, his cum shooting into you in warm spurts. You couldn’t help but whine when you felt his cum cover your walls, the sensation a bit odd but definitely not unpleasant. His hips finally stilled but he kept his face close to yours. You smiled lazily at him and he returned the gesture, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. 

“We should get back, I can only “show the ocean” for so long before the others get suspicious.” He pulled out and stood, holding your hand as you got to your feet. You adjusted your top so it covered your chest and went to pull up your bottoms before you were reminded of the sticky mess threatening to leak out. 

“Are there any tissues?” Bruno simply smirked and shook his head. 

“Now why would you need those babygirl?” His hands gripped the side of your bottoms and he slowly pulled them up until the fabric was pressing against your center again. He lightly grazed the front of your bottoms before taking your hand to lead you back to the others, leaving you stunned as you struggled to keep up with him.

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[aces-sweetheart]

something more

♥  pairing: gn reader x sugar daddy!mista

♡ description: SMUT; It’s not always about the money he gave you even if he was your sugar daddy.

♥ warnings/info: oral (male receiving), kitten, daddy, cumming on face, mutual pining because i’m a huge slut for it

“That’s it, a little bit more kitten.”

You quickened the pace of your mouth on Mista’s cock, opting for shallow thrusts rather than letting the tip hit the back of your throat. Your hands moved on their own; one kneaded his balls and the other stroked the part of his cock that your mouth didn’t reach. One of the first things you learned while having sex with Mista was that he loved when you used your hands right before he came. If you two were pressed for time while you were sucking him off, all you had to do was add your hands to the mix and your face or tongue would immediately be covered in cum. That was only one of the many things you learned about him in the bedroom. After months of being his sugar baby, you memorized exactly where and how to touch him for him to cum. But you also learned more intimate things as well though like how the beauty marks that littered his back resembled a constellation or he loved to kiss your forehead after you two fucked. The latter was now one of your favorite things about your arrangement. You appreciated his generosity but this was something material things couldn’t give you. When he looked at you with that blissed out expression after he came and pressed his lips to your forehead then told you how good you were, you couldn’t describe the happiness you felt. You didn’t want to admit it but it wasn’t the same happiness that purely stems from an orgasm. 

His moans grew louder and he struggled to keep his hips still. You looked up at him and batted your eyelashes. “Daddy, please cum. I need it.” You barely finished your plea before he nearly yelled and you felt his cum hit your face. Spurt after spurt landed all over your face: your cheeks, your nose, your lips and even a stray strand of it on your eyebrow. You smiled as you watched him come down from his high. He was beautiful like this; cheeks flushed with the telltale post-orgasm blush and chest rising and falling quickly. You rested a clean part of your cheek on his thigh and closed your eyes, exhausted but content. He finally leaned down and gave you the forehead kiss you loved so much. “Good kitten,” he laced his fingers with yours, something he’s been doing more often, “You always treat me so well. You’re so good for Daddy.” 

He stood up from his chair and helped you to your feet. His hands guided you by your hips to sit down and he went to the bathroom behind you. You heard rustling and water running and waited for him to return. While you appreciated him cleaning you up, you wanted nothing more than to snuggle up into his chest; you didn’t realize he felt the same way. The sex was amazing and he loved every second of it but he craved feeling your body against his and your breath ghosting over the hair on his chest. When he returned from the bathroom he ran the washcloth over your face. He took care to make sure the water that soaked the cloth was warm, just how you liked it. Once your face was clean, he tossed the towel into the hamper and lifted you up. The squeal you let out was quickly joined by his loud laugh and he set you down into his lap as he took your spot in the chair. His arms held you close and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and sigh in content to be in his arms.

#mista guido x reader #mista x reader #mista smut #jjba smut #as.jjba #as.smut

[aces-sweetheart]

marry you

♥  pairing: mista x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

♡ description: FLUFF (SOME ANGST); Mista proposes three times in the most Mista way imaginable. 

♥ warnings/info: mentions of death and suicide (none actually occur), everyone lives because real hotties ignore canon. cringe warning i guess lmao it’s really fluffy.

♥ ♡ ♥

“When this is over, I’m gonna marry you.” Mista said it nonchalantly as he twirled his spaghetti with a fork.

You nearly spit out your wine, earning a concerned look from Fugo. The rest of the gang were too engrossed in discussing the next mission. You knew it’d be more dangerous than your previous ones; you were escorting the Don’s daughter after all.  After assuring him you were fine, you turned to your boyfriend. His smile stretched from ear to ear and his eyes were practically shut with how big his grin was. You felt yourself melting. 

“Just like that? You’re not even going to ask me?” You smiled back at him as you dug back into your own dish. 

“Do you want to marry me?” If you didn’t know what he was saying, you were assuming he was asking you to pass the salt; he made it sound like it was the most mundane question he could ask rather than proposing to spend the rest of your lives together. The idea wasn’t awful; in fact you loved the idea of buying a house, raising kids and growing old with him. You nodded. 

“Cool. Then it’s settled.” The subject was dropped almost as quickly as it came up and in typical Mista fashion he was already onto the next topic. You could hardly follow his debate with Narancia about whether water is wet or not as thoughts of your future filled your head.

---

The second time he “proposed” was when you and the rest of the members, minus Fugo, were on the small motorboat. Trish still had yet to regain consciousness and she laid right by the motor. Abbacchio and Narancia had fallen asleep after the events of the day and Giorno looked about halfway to joining them, his eyes drooping and head nodding forward before shooting back up. Bruno looked tired too but refused to let his guard down, carefully steering the boat and calculating the gang’s next move. You and Mista were huddled together towards the front of the boat. Though you had stopped crying awhile ago, his arms remained wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead softly every few minutes. 

“You’ll all be killed, without a doubt.” 

Every time Fugo’s words replayed in your head, you felt your stomach lurch. The thought of losing any of your teammates was sickening but unfortunately not unlikely. Being a member of Passione was dangerous to begin with; any mission could be your last. But betraying the Don was basically suicide. Yet everyone stepped onto the boat willing to take the risk and follow Bucciarati to fight for what was right. 

“I know it’s hard but try not to think about everything right now,” Mista said with his lips against your forehead, “Think about our wedding. I’ll even take my hat off for it, you know you love my hair. I’m telling you again, I’m gonna marry you.” You felt his lips form a smile but you couldn’t bring yourself to return it. You nodded in response, words failing you. Thoughts of your future with Mista were plagued with thoughts of you standing over his gravestone.

---

His third proposal was a bit too late. You fussed over your outfit again to occupy your mind and ease your nerves. In less than an hour you’d be Mista’s spouse. After everything you two had been through, both before and after betraying the organization, you could hardly believe your shared dream was about to become a reality. One member of your wedding party handed you a bouquet; white roses neatly held together with a ribbon of the same color. You thanked them and tried to steady your breathing. 

You never took Mista as one to cry when he saw you walking down the aisle but tears sprung to his eyes when you stepped out of the venue. He always said he was an ugly crier and would surely laugh when he watched the video of your wedding but he couldn’t help it. The person he loved more than anything in the world was about to become his forever and he’d be forever yours too. You glanced to the side as you walked to find your gang members’ in the front pew watching you. Narancia waved as if you could wave back to him as he held his phone in the other hand, no doubt recording every single moment despite the fact that you hired a professional cameraperson. Bruno looked happy and a bit smug; he always knew this would happen when he first introduced you and Mista. He could tell by the way you two looked at each other when you shook hands and exchanged names that you’d end up together and he was thankful he was alive to see it. Giorno had the same serene smile he always did and you could practically feel the warmth radiating from it. The Pistols were settled in his breast pocket and he had to lightly pat them every so often to remind them to be quiet. Even Abbacchio wasn’t immune to the joy of the ceremony; he was smiling slightly and nodded at you as you passed. In all your wildest dreams, you never thought you would all be lucky enough to survive going up against Diavolo but here you all were. You quickly smiled at all of them in return and turned your attention back to your fiancé.

When you stopped in front of him, he couldn’t contain the wow that fell from his lips, earning a few laughs from your guests. He felt no shame about that, all he heard in that moment was your own quiet giggle and the sight of your eyes lighting up with pure joy. You nearly expressed your own amazement but held back. He looked incredible; black suit fitted perfectly to every inch of his body and the brown locks you loved so much were on full display. 

The ceremony was nearing its end in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Your left ring finger was no longer bare and you’d have to start hyphenating your name from now on; all that was left was the kiss. He grabbed your waist, pulling you forward so eagerly you nearly fell but he held you tight and your lips met. Nothing could describe the pure joy you felt in that moment. Every single moment leading up to this point was worth it no matter how painful they were. You didn’t know who to thank for it; maybe it was some higher being out there or it could be Mista’s incredible luck that seemed to save him at every corner. Regardless of who or what was responsible you were happier than ever and it would only get better from here; you two were already talking about children. The kiss lasted far longer than necessary but you didn’t care. All the people in front of you faded away, leaving only you and your now husband in your own world. Finally both of you pulled back but continued to embrace each other. He smiled smugly and leaned in close to you, not that anyone would hear over the sound of their cheers.

“Like I said, I’m gonna marry you.” 

#mista guido x reader #mista guido fluff #jojo's bizarre adventure fluff #jjba x reader #jjba fluff #as.jjba #as.fluff #posting some fluffy stuff for valentine's day to make up for being inactive