Abbachio And Bruno

Abbachio and Bruno

​HOPING HIS REACTION IS A GOOOD THING

Draw Anything Puccci Related He Is My Swubbby Wubbby Poookie Pooochie 💔 (/NF Of Course!)

I like to think that whatever cream eats/the hand erases gets teleported to a random McDonald’s in the middle of Brooklyn

@heyitstyyy @watercolorofthemoon @puppetpals

when you put a load of laundry in

all those prompts are so juicy it's so hard to pick just one ;w; if you feel up to it maybe 12 with Dio? I feel a bit sappy today 😅

@emproleon

Hey look I finished my assignment

Please let me know if I missed any content warnings!

Dio x reader

18+ only Minors Do Not Interact

Cw: master/pet dynamic, sub Dio if you squint

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You cant help admiring him. Dio is sprawled out beneath you, arms tucked comfortably behind his head. Golden hair fanned out against the soft pillow. He raises a single brow at you, lips smirking as you go over what you want to do with him

Your master is not lenient. But he agreeded to let you have your own fun tonight. Egar to see what his sweet little pet could come up with

You sit perches on his lap. His strong thighs holding you up. The warmth of his body is intoxicating and you find yourself running your hands over him. Fingers dipping between corded muscles and ghosting over scars and sun marks. Dio's sharp gaze watches you, the same way a hawk watches prey. You tremble as your hands ghost over his hips

"Thank you for letting me worship you like this," you murmur, sliding down his body until you are nestled betwixt his strong legs. He's only half hard, and you take the opportunity to fit all of him in your mouth for once. Groaning as you feel him swell with in your mouth. The taste of him is familiar and divine. His large clawed hand holding the back of your head as you try (and fail) to swallow him whole. You cough, gasping from the sting of the stretching of tour throat . Though Dio looks entirely pleased. His eyes blow wide from the pleasure is the only sign you get. His lips quirk

"Get on with it," he demands. But you shake your head. Crawlling back up his body to rest entirely on him. Your legs on either side of his hips. Feeling his now weeping cock brush against your own heated sex. You wiggle your hips, grinding yourself on him

"I wanna take it slow, Master" you murmur against his neck "you make me feel so good. I wanna make you feel good. Wanna make you feel loved. You deserve it Dio"

The use of his name with out a title makes him huff. You look up to watch as a blush creeps up Dio’s cheeks, his lips parted gently as you continue to grind down on his cock. Youre moaning yourself, feeling so empty and needy for your master. You brush Dio’s golden hair from his forehead, circulating your hips and gasping at every pass of friction. The head of his cock catches on your fluttering little hole. Making the two of you gasp.

Youve never seen Dio so flustered. His head tossed back, nails digging into your hips as he moves with you. Quietly whimpering into bitten lips.

"Let me take care of you Master Dio" you say into his ear. Your chest pressed against his, feeling his racing heart against your own. You lick the shell of his ear, feeling his whole body shiver against yours.

"Please do"

(A Comicallly Realistic Man Dresssed In Religious Garbs Walks Up To U) TRICK OR TREAT MR. TANGY!

Oh my!! Hello!! I love your outfit!

Have a bowl of noodles!