(Smalll) Intro!

(Smalll) Intro!

- Hi! I'm Lance!

- This Blog Is Becoming More And More Broad, So I May Start Slowly Migrating Into A Multifandom Blog. I Have Several Other Blogs, But The One I Used To Use A Lot Is @my4zur33mp3rOr! Sadly, While Trying To Delete The Old Version Of This Blog, I Deleted The Whole Acccount On Acccident—-So It’s Sadly No Longer Here

- My Lovely BF Is @heyitstyyy 🩵

- I'm 19, I'm FTM Trans, And Gay!

- I Have ADHD And OCD!

- NSFW And Suggestive Posts And Reblogs Willl Be Taggged! -> #AConfesssionFromFather

- Vents Also! -> #DoNoEvil

- #InFatherPucccisArms Is My Old Vent Tag. It Has Old Vents Of Mine

- #PriestOfffDuty Was A Tag I Used To Use For Misc Stufff When This Was A JOJO Blog, Now It Just Has Old Reblogs And Posts

- Posts that I Have Made Myself Willl Be -> #FatherLancesSermon

- My Tag For Answering Asks/Asks I Have Made, Willl Be Named -> #ANiceDayInTheConfesssional!

- I Mostly Post Nonsense Relating To Many Fandoms Here, But It'llI Mostly Be Reblogs. Be Sure To Spark Up A Convo With Me At Anytime!

- I'm A Self Shippper/F/O Haver! I Talk Abt My F/Os A Whole Lot!

- I Have Typing Stims! (Obviously)

- This Blog Couuuld Double As An RP Accc? Kinda? I Can Play A Character If I Desire To Sngsgssg But I’d Be Playing Myself. I’m Open To RP Tooo So!

Have a fun time and enjoy your stay!

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Characters: Jolyne, Ermes, Foo Fighters, Weather Report & Anasui

Summary: You decide to play a prank by pretending to send a scandalous picture.

A/N: Please forgive me if this seems too ooc I don't have a good feel for these characters yet.

JJBA Dick HCs

includes: bruno, mista, gyro, weather report, rohan and oldseph

DONT JUDGE ME FOR MY SIMP LINEUP LMAO

requested by my lovely bestie @bruno-bucciarati-simp

it should be obvious but this is NSFW under the cut (and above tbh 🤣)

🤐 Bruno Bucciarati 🤐

Probably got a nice 8 incher, but avg. girth

Curves up a little bc he just would have a d that’s built to hit the sweet spot

Spotless, no hair, we have established that this man is nakey like a molerat, like there is such a lack of hair you wonder if he can even grow hair down there

It smells good???

🔫 Guido Mista 🔫

You already know he got that fire bussy

it's thicc, it's gonna hurt you a little

it's hairy, probably musty, you feel gross about letting him dick you down but also dont care bc it's just too good

Solid 7 inches

100% refers to it as his "piece"

🤠 Gyro Zeppeli 🤠

just gonna go ahead and say it, he has a goldilocks dick

not too long, not too wide, just right

i mean he has the belt that literally points to it, how could it not be the perfect dick. my mans dont false advertise

his bush matches his beard LMAO

it has the perfect spaghetti western style dirt petina

⚡Weather Report⚡

the belt is set to W for wumbo bc he got that wumbo dong

his friends call him tripod

it's 12 inches that's all you really need to know

🖋Rohan Kishibe🖋

ya boi got a pencil dick but you love him anyway

7 inches and skinny like the lil string bean he is

👨‍🦳Oldseph👨‍🦳

say it with me besties: DILF DICK 👏 DILF DICK 👏 DILF DICK 👏

it's like a wisened mista dick, thicc but has more experience so he knows how to get it in without hurting you... too much

7 inches, GIRTHY and ribbed for your pleasure

keeps it clean and trimmed bc this man knows what tf is up after 60-some years

How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.

This idea hit me hard :)

Dio simps pspspsps its dinner time!

Merciful

18+ only Minors Do Not Interact

Dio x reader

Cw: master/pet dynamic, punishment, masturbation, dacryphilia, cum eating, gender neutral reader

As always if I have missed any content warnings please let me know!

💖💖

You fucked up, and you new it when Master Dio called you into his chambers. His voice as chilling as ever as he called your name, a single finger curling and drawing you closer. You followed his order mindlessly just as you knew he liked. Master Dio smiled at your obedience even though you were in trouble. Master was always so good to you.

Dio reclined back in his large arm chair, making himself comfortable and crossing one leg over the other. He rested one of his large hands on his knee, the other pointing down to the floor.

"Kneel"

You settled down onto your knees, folding your hands against your thighs just as Master has taught you. You kept your gaze down at your hands. Your heart pounded in your ears, Master Dio's very presence sent shivers down your spine. Your every nerve lighting up as you felt his gaze linger on you.

His clawed hand reached down to gasp your chin, firmly. He lifted your gaze slowly, letting you look at every glorious inch his body had to offer. You swallowed hard as his firey golden stare came into view.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

You shook. Of course you knew why you were here and so did he. Playing innocent would not do you any good.

"Because I went somewhere I wasn't supposed to" you said after a minute. "Im sorry Master Dio"

He sighed, releasing your jaw and leaning back in his chair.

"I know youre a curious little thing. But you still need to be punished."

"Yes Master"

Dio chuckled, brushing his hand against your head with a gentleness that made you dizzy. His other hand however, tugged his trousers down. Revealing his flaccid cock. Its tip pink and just begging to be nestled into your mouth. You licked your lips.

"Now...normally Id have you suck me off. But youd enjoy that and this is a punishment" Dio reached his hand down and began to stroke his cock. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him as you watched his length swell to life. The pretty pink tip beginning to leak precum. The silvery liquid dribbling down his nuckles as he stroked himself base to tip, making a show of it. Tossing his head back with deep throaty groans and breathless pants. "Just sit there and look pretty for Master."

You licked your lips and nodded, fully enthralled with the show he was giving you. You would not complain about this punishment at all if it meant being given the opportunity to stare as your lover pleasured himself to the sight of you. You reached your hands down between your legs, fingertips brushing your sex through the layers of fabric you wore. You were throbbing from just watching him. Youve never felt so painfully empty before.

"I suggest you pull your hand away from there pet. Unless you dont want to cum at all,"

Your hands flew back to the top of your thighs, cheeks growing hot from being caught so easily.

"Keep your eyes on me"

You followed Master Dio's order and watched every minute detail of him taking his pwn pleasure. The way he squeezed and twisted his hand up and down his deliciously veiny shaft. You wished to run your tougne along the underside of him, to put your hands on him in anyway he deemed you worthy of. You clenched your fists wishing the void in your mouth and between your legs could be filled by him.

"Master-"

"Quiet"

You closed your mouth, watching as his hand sped up. Moving up and down fuildly. Master Dio's hips twitched, thrusting himself into his own fist as he held the hem of his shirt up. Giving you a glimpse of his stomach and the soft blonde trail that lead to his valley of the senses. How you wished to bury your nose there to smell his sweet musk, to kiss his skin and taste everything hed offer you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as Master Dio began to moan in earnest. His hips thrusting wildly into his palm as you watch on. Wishing it was you instead of your hand. Hot tears of frustration pricked at the corner of your eyes.

It wasnt fair. You had been so good this whole time...why couldn't he let you touch him?

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as Dio’s moans began to choke off. Your lip wobbled pathetically as you watched him spill his load across his knuckles. Thick ropes of cum stretching between his long fingers as he showed you everything you missed out on.

Master Dio presented his hand to you.

"Clean it"

You didnt need to be told a second time. Scrambling forward and wrapping your hands around his wrist, you let your tougne dance around his fingers licking up his spend with gusto. It was salty and musky and delicious and you couldn't get enough. Licking each finger clean and swallowing it all with a groan.

Master Dio took your chin in his hand once more.

"You took your punishment so well pet. If you're good the rest of the day, you'll get a reward"

You smiled up at your perfect, wonderful and merciful Master.

"Thank you Lord Dio"

YOU GO DOWN JUST LIKE HOLY MARY… — short

author’s note — you don’t understand, i NEED him. word count — 954 featuring — enrico pucci cw - NSFW CONTENT, sacrilege, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in a confessional, and exhibitionism

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

This was sure to get him in trouble, absolutely. How could he be so stupid? 

But there Enrico was despite that thought, biting his lower lip till it bruised as he tried to keep quiet. It took all his focus because truly, it felt heavenly to finally have you inside him. He gripped at your arms around his waist with his free hand, his other hand covering his mouth. Your tip pressed so beautifully against his prostate, it drove him into a dizzy frenzy. If anyone found him like this— having intercourse with an inmate, a male one at that! His reputation would be ruined! You could practically read his mind. 

Smirking, you whisper into his ear, “Oh father, are you unable to take this? You’re the one who asked for this anyways, we can stop any time…” 

Enrico clenched his teeth and squeezed your arm, shaking his head. “No—“ He immediately whispers back, “N-no, everything is fine. Ngh- yes, e-everything is fine.” You rolling your hips into him didn’t help whatsoever at all. He let out a low whimper and leaned his head back onto your shoulder, to which you brought your hand up and squeezed. You could see tears streaming down his face, eyes rolling back and a particularly loud whine slipped past his hand. 

“My, my, father Pucci, are you finally realising that perhaps this isn’t the best place for such an activity? In the Lord’s house of all places? Goodness, you should be ashamed for letting your lust take over, father.”

More tears streamed down his face as you thrust up, hard. The asphyxiation and your words were making him so lightheaded, any words he wanted to speak died on the tip of his tongue. The dark confessional was the only place he could think of that no one would find the two of you, it wasn’t his fault, he swears this on his God. Enrico let out a soft groan when you slowed down momentarily, trying to find a way to tell you to keep going without embarrassing himself. 

Everything was warm, so warm. Every pant and moan made his entire body heat up, it was getting hard to control himself at this point. He knew anyone could come, one of the guards or other inmates, but he couldn’t care less right now— he just wanted you to pick him up and fuck him proper. Or else, he might just go insane.

“[Y/N]- Oh God— d-don’t forget who-“ His already shaky voice was immediately cut off by a loud moan, one that made you glad that you had made sure there was no one in the chapel when you both first came in. You began with a steady pace, something much different than Pucci had anticipated. You forced his legs open, chuckling a bit to yourself before leaning down to bite and suck at his neck while you wrecked his guts. All he could do is imagine how good it’ll be when you fill him up proper. He had told himself he would be the one in control in this relationship- clearly he had gotten that all wrong. 

Enrico just sat there and took it, his lips all bitten and bruised as he let you fuck him senseless, like all the other times you’ve come to the chapel for the same reason. He’s become addicted to you in every way possible. The way you touched him, caressed his thighs, groped his ass, played with his nipples… all of it. He should be ashamed, shouldn’t he? Pucci falling into this cycle of deep sin all to have your fat cock tear him in half. He should be… but he isn’t. 

Instead, he smiles. A lopsided, drooling grin as he brings up his hands and prays— to you, his God. Enrico couldn’t ask for a greater gift from you, to have you ravage him any moment you truly wish. 

“T-thank you! Haah, thank you, thank you, G-God, thank you…” He’s going on a rambling tangent now, muttering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ under his breath as you repeatedly hit his prostate again and again. You’re happy to have finally broken him in this way. Happy to see that Pucci has finally accepted his place as your bitch, priest or not. You wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly jerked him off, hearing those pretty little moans of his become more higher pitched. He always got like that when he gets to cumming.

The confessional was humid at this point, the old wood of the bench you sat on creaked with fervour with each thrust of your hips into Enrico’s warmth. He was so tight and welcoming, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of not hitting it any sooner. You could feel him pulse in your hand, his breathing heavy and panting. You decide to have mercy on the poor priest and speed up your thrusts and your hand. You could hear him sob above you, more tears streaming down his face. He kept on babbling incoherently, twitching in your hold again and again until he eventually came fully undone. 

“There you go, father. It’s all that you wanted, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but to tease him.

He came all over your hand and the floor of the confessional. You slowed down to a stop and held Enrico close, kissing the back of his neck. The priest had gone quiet, still panting and holding onto you tight. After a bit, he swallowed thickly and looked back towards you— his teary eyes filled with sudden determination as he says, 

“I-it’s my duty as your acolyte to please you… s-so allow me to ride you till you’re satisfied. Please.”

NOW PLAYING — mary on a cross, ghost…