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disciplinarian - prosciutto x reader (3k)
you have made a mess of things - and prosciutto is not going to let that pass without punishment.
cw: yandere prosciutto. dubious-consent/non-consent (reader is well on the way to stockholm syndrome if not already there). afab reader referred to as 'spouse', no other gendered terms used. captive reader. spanking, exhibitionism, allusions to prosciutto using his stand on reader in the past. use of pet names, use of 'slut'. minors dni, not sfw.
[a/n: a fic in which a random number generator was allowed to choose some of my favourite kinks and characters for a little birthday event i did for myself! this one threw up 'prosciutto', 'impact play' and 'yandere!' it's been a while since i published jojo but oh, i could never forget about my love for One Old Man Mafioso!]
It’s your own fault.
You stare at the ruined dinner and feel your breath start to come in short little pants; a tell-tale sign that you’re about to panic. About to start crying. You should have checked on it more often! You should have double-checked all of the temperatures, stayed in the kitchen instead of going into Prosciutto’s study to read and imagine you were somewhere else--
The front door swings open. Prosciutto’s voice, warmth seeping from every syllable, calls out into the hallway;
“Tesoro? I’m home.”
That warmth will quickly dissipate when he sees what you’ve done. Even now, as he calls out your name once more, you can hear a mounting frustration; Prosciutto likes you to be ready to rush up to him when he comes home from work, peppering his cheek with kisses and chirping questions about his day, every inch the adoring little house spouse that he has mercilessly drilled you into becoming. You ought to be fussing over his jacket, stroking his cheek and telling him you missed him with heat in your cheeks - offering to fetch his slippers and a whisky for him to unwind with . . .
Instead, you are in the kitchen in front of ruined dinner, your apron a mess and tears rolling down your face as you face the facts; Prosciutto is not going to be happy with you.
“There you are.” The mafioso’s voice has a sharp edge to it as a shadow falls across the doorway. You start guiltily, trying to hide the tray of burnt food from his ice blue gaze, but there’s no real escape from a man like Prosciutto. You know he’s seen it the moment that his elegant lip curls and his eyes flicker back to you. “ . . . Really. Is this how you greet your husband, amore mio?”
You want to bite back at him that he is no husband of yours - that it is hardly husbandly of him to have snatched you from your life and installed you into his like you are an asset to be owned and bossed about, a caricature of what a traditional man would expect from a spouse. It is hardly husbandly of him to have taught you to cook and clean and serve him by belt and by threat and by the strange power that he possesses that you hope never to experience again--
(You can still remember it, at night, when Prosciutto is still on a mission and you are alone - how it had felt to have your bones age and crack all rapidly at once, your skin sag from your frame, your heart to suddenly have years and years of use and wear piled upon it in what felt like moments. You never want to feel it again. You’d promised him, afterwards, tears still drying on your face, that you would be good from then on in.)
“I’m sorry,” your words all come out in a rush. “I-I didn’t mean to, Prosciutto. Amore. I--I just got distracted, it burnt, I’ll cook it all again--”
His expensive shoes (gotten for a bargain, or so he claimed, though you know that half of the boutiques in the city cower when he steps into them and rush to offer him staff discounts and anything he desires) squeak on the tiled kitchen floor as he steps closer to you. You force yourself to breathe.
“And waste another day’s worth of ingredients?” He asks you, calmly. “Do you think I am made of money, amore mio?” The pet names are a deliberate choice - they serve only to make you even more frightened. He casts his eye over the spread again. “It’s good for nothing but the trash now. Tell me--” And then your chin is being grasped by hands that have murdered and killed and God knows what else. “What did my pretty little tesoro have to occupy their mind that was more important than being good and taking care of their husband, hmm?”
Your voice cracks.
“I-I’m sorry--”
“Not good enough,” he says, his voice still calm. Prosciutto is cool and calculated in all he does; he does not shout and rage at you. His quiet seething, his way of keeping his handsome face a visage of serenity even when he is doing depraved things, is far more frightening than anything else. “Come. Leave the food for later. I think you need a reminder of your place.”
Your breath catches. You know what he means by this, and as if your body is already protesting the coming punishment, you feel last week’s almost-healed bruises on your buttocks sting. And, too - because Prosciutto has trained you to be that way - you feel a heat low in your abdomen, a clenching of the part of you between your thighs that Prosciutto equally adores to torment.
Prosciutto senses your hesitation and clicks his tongue at you, motioning towards the upstairs of the little home you two share (some holdover from his family connections, though it is not quite as well-maintained as it ought to be).
“I’ll give you five more strikes for every moment you dawdle,” he says, and he gives you a smile not without a hint of his teeth. When you had first met Prosciutto, you had thought his overbite and the gap between his teeth handsome - now, you wonder if they are on display so often if only to warn you that this is a man who will bite if he is threatened.
You pass by him - and on cue, one of Prosciutto’s hands comes down and squeezes your ass as you walk, his hands strong, fingers digging hard into the plush of your rear. You whimper, and Prosciutto lets out a hiss of pleased breath through his teeth.
“So soft,” he murmurs to you, slapping you on the rear now as if he is urging you to move faster. “Mm . . . as much of a shame as it is to punish you, tesoro, you’re such a very lovely canvas for the discipline.”
Despite your will, the compliment makes your insides clench once more. Heat gathering between your thighs in hot little shocks - there’s something about the clipped way that Prosciutto speaks that makes you want to get on your knees and do exactly as he says, even if you do hate him. Even if you do wish you were somebody else, somewhere else, away from here.
(Hate is a difficult thing; you hate Prosciutto. You hate what he has done to you. But his fingers are clever and his mouth is tender and the frissons of danger being his give you are more of a lure than you’d like to admit. Even if you could escape, sometimes you fear that you are so thoroughly under his spell that you would miss him).
He chuckles as if he can tell what you are thinking - his hands rest upon your hips as you walk, guiding you upstairs, the movement at once gentlemanly and possessive. Those are two things that the mafioso excels in.
Prosciutto’s bedroom.
He leaves you standing in the middle of the floor as he slowly, leisurely, crosses the room to sit upon the bed. You stand there for him, tension brewing, even as Prosciutto lets out a slow sigh and removes his ascot with elegant fingers. As he unbuttons his jacket and shrugs it off shoulders, showing the sculpted muscles of his scarred chest. You barely stop yourself from trembling.
When the jacket is shed, he rests back upon the heels of his hands and looks at you with that handsome, disaffected air - mouth parted, eyes half-lidded. His command is simple.
“Strip, and then come here and bend over.”
Prosciutto likes you to look the part of his little spouse. You wear clothes that are well-made and prim and a little old-fashioned, with fiddly little buttons and awkward zippers that you sometimes need his help to get into in a morning. He offers you no such help now, as your fingers slip on the buttons and you miss the catch of the zipper three times from your clammy palms. He breathes out through his nose in a flare of irritation, and you make a squeal of apology as you finally manage to shed the last layer of your clothes and you stand before him in nothing but your underwear, white satin patterned with deep red roses that Prosciutto had picked out for you. He looks at you in satisfaction, noting the damp patch at your gusset.
“My underwear too, amore?” He likes it when you use pet names for him - when you call him ‘my love’ or ‘my soul’ or ‘husband’. He likes ‘Signore’, too, but he prefers that when the two of you are playing one of his favoured little roleplay games. Right now, he is a husband disciplining a wayward spouse, and he wouldn’t react well to it. You hope the little term of endearment softens him.
“Just the top,” he decides, and you obediently reach behind yourself and unclip it with only a little difficulty. You feel your cheeks heat as Prosciutto looks at how your chest is released from the satiny cups, but manage to keep your composure. “Ah. How lucky I am to have such a pretty spouse, hmm?” He reaches forward, pinching one of your nipples roughly. A soft noise of surprise falls from your lips as he continues to pinch, twisting it just enough for it to edge the line between pleasure and pain, forcing the bud to pucker and stiffen beneath his ministrations. He repeats the process with the other, making you press your thighs unconsciously together. “Maybe I should use a cane on these, one of these days.”
“N-no, please,” you breathe out, but you’re already losing track of the thought of anything but Prosciutto’s fingers upon you. He chuckles, tugging at your nipples again.
“Maybe some pretty jewelry, then?” He suggests. “One of my associates is very skilled with metals--”
You whine as he pinches just a touch too hard, and, satisfied, he lets go of the sensitive buds - stiff and already aching from a mixture of fear and arousal and the pressure he had exerted.
“Very well,” he says in amusement. “Come bend over my lap and let me give you your punishment.”
You have no other choice, really - you arrange yourself exactly the way you know Prosciutto likes you, bent over his lap, your ass in the air. Your sore nipples uncomfortably rub against his slacks and the bedspread, and you know that they will chafe between both as you move with every hit of his hand or his belt or the hairbrush, chest swaying with the pressure--
His hand rests lightly on the curve of your ass.
“You’ve been well-behaved other than today,” he muses aloud, rubbing warm circles onto the heated skin. The touch of his calloused palms on your soft ass sends more little electric shocks to that place between your thighs, satin sticking to the folds of your cunt. “Just my hand, hmm?”
“Thank you, amore,” you say, automatically. For his mercy. He chuckles, rubs his thumb over the seam of your ass through the underwear and stops just before your sex.
“No more than you deserve,” he says. “You’ll count, yes?”
You nod, and Prosciutto seems satisfied enough with that. You hear the sound of his hand pulling back - the displacement of air as it whooshes back towards your ass, and then the calloused meat of his palm collides with your bare flesh. You cry out in surprise at the feeling, despite knowing it was coming.
“One!” You say. “Th-thank you!”
He pauses, hand still upon your ass. Heat radiates from the spot he has just touched, like waves lapping upon a shore.
“Thank you, what?” He asks, his voice dangerous - and you know it is a test. You take a great shuddering breath.
“Thank you, carissimo--?”
You hope you have made the right choice - that the pet name will soften him and soothe him and remind him that he is your husband and you adore him (or, at least, you do because you know what is good for you). The question hangs in the air for a moment that feels like it lasts for an eternity, before Prosciutto lets out a grunt of pleasure.
“You’re welcome. Don’t forget next time.”
So you don’t.
You do not forget to count or to thank Prosciutto or to call him all of the sweet things you can think of; thank you carissimo, thank you caro, thank you amore, thank you mio re, mio amato--
And Prosciutto’s blows do not stop coming, each one slower and more lingering than the last. Palm slapping against your rear and thighs until you are all over sore, fingers digging into tenderised flesh, Prosciutto’s hand taking delight in the way you whimper and whine and your voice goes high and reedy as you reach seventeen, eighteen, nineteen . . .
At twenty, he leaves his hand upon your ass for a beat longer. Luxuriously and slowly slides it down, further than he had before - and laughs a little meanly as his fingers dip between your thighs, feeling just how wet your underwear is.
“Oh, amore,” He breathes, in that damnably low and seductive voice. “You like being punished, don’t you?”
There is no real argument to what he’s saying. With every hit of his hand, you had felt those sparks and shocks that had resonated all through your body and landed squarely in your cunt, between your legs. With every number that had fallen from your mouth, you had felt yourself pump out more slick, until the satin was utterly saturated and it was a wonder you were not dripping all over the floor.
“You’ve made a mess,” Prosciutto breathes against your ear. “Mm . . . I’m going to have to replace this nice lingerie. Do you know how much it cost?”
“. . . I . . .’m sorry--”
“Oh,” another chuckle. “Don’t be. It’s nice to know what a little slut my pretty spouse is.”
“I’m not. . .”
“Ah. So you’re not desperate for me to do this?” He slowly, deliberately, presses his fingers against the seam of your sex, rubbing it through the satin. Against your will, a whine falls from your mouth - the pressure is perfect, his fingers so good against your heated core. “You’re not moaning like a bitch in heat?”
“Prosciutto . . .”
“You’re a very lucky little slut, at least.” Prosciutto’s fingers begin to rhythmically slide backwards and forwards, over your cunt - you whimper as he finds your clit, rubbing the satin against the swollen little nub in a way that makes you squirm and hot tears spring to your eyes. “I don’t mind that you’ve gotten off to me punishing you. In fact . . .”
He doesn’t bother to go beneath the fabric - just finds your clit, swollen and stiff through satin as thin as spider silk, and begins a rough, mean assault on it that has you gasping and panting.
“I’ll even help you along.”
It’s too much. It’s all too much. The position - blood rushing to your head. The way that your ass aches and stings from his discipline, the way he’s practically trained you to get turned on by being hurt, the confusion that you feel about all of this . . . Sometimes you want nothing more than to be the thoughtless little whore of a spouse he wants you to be. Things would be so much easier, wouldn’t they?
Your breath comes in short sharp pants as Prosciutto increases his speed, roughly circling your clit. You squirm hotly as the pressure follows suit. All of the feelings inside of you - the confusion and the heat and the arousal and the hate and everything else - all tangle together in your mind like old embroidery threads, a mess impossible to unravel--
Until they do. The threads are all suddenly pulled apart in different directions, and your insides explode in an orgasm that is partly pleasure and partly pain. Prosciutto’s fingers do not slow, hot hard circles that guide you over yet more hills and more peaks. You don’t know if it’s good or if it’s overwhelming, all of the sensations creeping up on you at once like ivy overtaking an old house. You sob out a dry, whimpering noise that makes Prosciutto sigh.
He slows his fingers as the last ebbs and flows of your peak flow from your thighs to your feet to your fingertips and out of your body and lets you lay there limply upon him, breathing hard.
You are suddenly aware of every part of your body.
Your underwear clings wetly and uncomfortably to your folds, the gusset utterly soaked from the painful orgasm that Prosciutto had wrung from you. Tear tracks are drying on your face, your ass aching from every spank of Prosciutto’s hand. Your nipples ache from how they had rubbed against the fabric of Prosciutto’s slacks with every body-shaking hit you had taken.
“There,” Prosciutto says, pushing you off of him so you land in an ungainly sniffling heap on the floor. Beads of your arousal and release are streaming down your inner thighs. He acts as though what he’s done has had no effect upon him, though the stiff tent of his erection tells a different story. You will get that particular part of your punishment later, caged underneath the unending snap of his hips and snarl of his voice about what a good little thing you are, taking your husband’s cock like you were made to do. “Now. I think it’s dinner time, don’t you?”
You sniffle again and look up at him with beseeching eyes.
“I-- I burnt dinner--”
“Well,” he says. “I suppose you’ll have to make it all again, won’t you?”
It’s almost a pardon. You nod frantically at him, and go to reach for your abandoned brassiere, your other clothes - only for Prosciutto to stand up and bring one well-heeled foot right down upon the pile of fabric.
“I don’t think you deserve those, tesoro. Do you?”
“B-but . . . the window--”
He looks down at you with a glint in those deep blue eyes, a devilish smirk playing about his lips.
“You should have thought about that before you made such a mess of things.” His eyes slide over your figure - your bare chest, your rapidly bruising thighs and ass, the thin and soaked excuse for underwear you’re currently wearing - and he sighs in satisfaction. “Don’t you dare close the curtains, amore mio. Maybe this will be another lesson for you.”
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Two little agere arts today!
Risotto babysitting Fugo! And Prosciutto taking care of Pesci!
And to anyone wondering, Risotto is wearing a comfy, soft pj dress :3
#sfw agere#age regression#safe agere#sfw age regressor#age regressor#agere aesthetic#fandom agere#agere art#pummoosun art#jjba agere#jjba prosciutto agere#jjba risotto agere#jjba fugo agere#jjba pesci agere#sfw agere caregiver#agere caregiver
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Poly La Squadra/Reader Group Sex Scenarios
18+ Only, Minors DNI.
cw: breeding, degradation, humiliation, anal, exhibitionism (some dubious consent, but mostly consensual), afab reader but written gender neutral
Starting off my first post on this blog with a bang, I guess lol. Really graphic stuff ahead! Sorry.
In this scenario, reader is dating all of the La Squadra members, but they are not dating each other.
Melone, Illuso, Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Risotto
Group sex is fairly uncommon among La Squadra, as most of them are deeply possessive. It's only through their dedication to each other as a team that allows for you to be shared at all.
However, Melone is an exception. And he doesn't just not mind sharing, he *loves* sharing. He has a thing for fucking you after one of his teammates has had you because he loves how wet and sloppy you are afterwards. He's very into the idea of you being oversexed, overstimulated, and constantly full of cum. He wants you dirty and he likes feeling dirty himself, and knowing that he's fucking another man's cum into you makes him feel very dirtyZ It also plays heavily into his breeding kink. He likes to imagine that he and his teammates are breeding you, so the more cum, the better.
The idea of you having everyone's cum in you at the same time drives him wild and eventually, he tries to organize it. Prosciutto doesn't want anything to do with it--too proud and he'd find his teammates more distracting than anything. Pesci's too shy and worries he'll be mocked for his technique. Risotto is content to watch. Illuso agrees only if he can go first. Formaggio is all for it, as it's been something he's secretly wanted to but didn't want to deal with his teammates making fun of him. Ghiaccio, initially, is very opposed.
And so, the fun begins. Illuso takes you first, with you on your back and your legs around his waist. His sexual prowess is a point of pride for him so he puts his all in to making sure you have a *very* good time. He doesn't plow into you mindlessly, but fucks you deep and hard, grinding his pelvis against yours so that your g-spot is massaged. He won't shut up about how wet you are for him and how tightly you're clenching down on his cock, but the dirty talk is more directed at his teammates than at you; he wants to prove to them that he's a better lover.
Jokes on him though, Formaggio and Melone are just turned on by the dirty talk and are stroking themselves while they watch. Risotto is inscrutable as always, but there's a bulge in his pants that betrays his enjoyment. But by the time Illuso finishes, Formaggio is raring to go. Illuso kisses you, long and deep, just to spite Formaggio and then steps back to watch. Unlike Melone, he doesn't jerk off. He's here to be a bitch.
Formaggio climbs onto you eagerly, forcing your knees to your chest and spreading your legs wide so he can get a good look. The sight of cum dripping out of your entrance does *a lot* for him--it's even better than he'd though it'd be. It doesn't even matter that it's Illuso's cum. He pushes into you without care for your comfort, groaning at how wet and sloppy you've become and mesmerized by the loud, lewd squelches your hole makes when he pushes in and out. Your whimpers of overstimulation just egg him on as he thrusts away, chasing his own pleasure. Normally he'd be a bit more careful because he's fairly girthy, but you're looser after taking Illuso and he's aroused by the knowledge that he can just plow you without fear--never mind that the intensity of marathon sex is making you melt. He cums quickly, pushing himself in all the way to make sure he really gets in there. When he pulls out, you're so wet that strings of cum cling to his cock. It nearly gets him going again, but...
Surprise! Ghiaccio busts in. He couldn't help but overhear your cries of pleasure and the squeaking bed frame and got too horny to concentrate. He's annoyed and still grossed out by the idea of having anyone's sloppy seconds (or thirds), but too horny to care. He's mad, horny, and needs an outlet and there you are, naked and ready for him. Melone is all too happy to let him go and Formaggio doesn't mind the break.
Ghiaccio fucks you with a vengeance, flipping you over onto your knees and pushing your face into the bed as he mounts you from behind. As always, his pace is furious and desperate; generally, sessions with Ghiaccio require at least a day of recovery and you're already boneless from Illuso and Formaggio's ministrations. Fortunately, Ghiaccio isn't very big and he can afford to be rough and rough he is, with his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise and occasionally slapping your ass when he gets too excited by how it bounces as he fucks you. He has a *filthy* mouth, rambling on about what a cock hungry whore you are, how they keep you around only as a cum dump (it's not true, but thinking about it gets Ghiaccio going).
He yanks your head up by the hair when he cums, but to everyone's surprise he only slows down for a second before he keeps going. You're babbling nonsense at this point, unable to do anything other than squeal and squirm. Through your hazy vision, you can see Risotto staring directly into your eyes and it both arouses and embarrasses you--as weird as it sounds, you want him to see you this way, see how much of a slut you really are.
When Ghiaccio cums for a second time, he collapses over your body and just pants for a good 30 seconds. You're worried he's going to fall asleep right then and there, but Formaggio eventually tells him to move as watching you get pounded into oblivion really got him going. He slips his fingers inside you and pushes them in and out, and the sound it makes nearly makes him cum again. He takes you like that, with your chest to the bed and his chest against your back.
Once Formaggio has cum again, Melone is finally ready to go. This whole process has been sweet agony to him. Watching how well you take the rough poundings, hearing and seeing how messy you've become, it's been driving him wild and he's been desperate to cum for what feels like ages. He flips you over and pushes your knees to your chest, carefully scooping up any cum that's leaked out of you and pressing it back inside and lectures you with a grin about how important it is to not waste a drop. Without any resistance, he presses three fingers into you and, to your embarrassment, turns to Risotto, Formaggio, and Illuso and tells them to look at how loose you've become. You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed, but Melone peels them away from your face and tells you not to be embarrassed--the vagina is a muscle and it'll tighten back up in no time, and you being loose now just means you must really love getting bred by multiple men. Somehow, that's even worse.
When he enters you, Melone pushes your ankles up towards your head and lays his weight against the back of your knees into a mating press. He fucks you slow, hard, and deep, trying to find angles that make the most noise as he fucks you. He cums three times without pulling out, all in the span of 20 minutes, overwhelmed by how wet you are.
(Eroticized pregnancy talk warning) For his first two orgasms, he can hardly speak as his eyes roll back into his head. But after the first two, the dirty talk starts. It's talk that the rest of his teammates aren't really into, at least not openly. He starts going on about how you're definitely going to get pregnant after being filled with so much cum (hope you're on birth control, because if you aren't he timed this for the fertile window of your cycle). He babbles on about how he won't be able to keep his hands off of you when your breasts and belly swell up, how he'll milk you himself when you start lactating. Illuso and Formaggio are definitely giving each other "what the fuck" looks.
After he cums for the third time, Melone asks you to keep your legs in the air for a bit. You're exhausted from the rough treatment, but you do it anyway. A part of you loves how full and sore you feel. Melone and Formaggio curl up on either side of you for cuddling, despite how sweaty you all are. Illuso turns his nose up at the thought of cuddling his teammates, so he leaves.
(More breeding talk, oops) Eventually Risotto entices you up and out of the arms of Melone and Formaggio. He carries you to the bathroom and brings you into the shower with him. Youre too exhausted to be embarrassed by the constant stream of cum down your thighs and Risotto is polite enough not to comment. He praises you for how well you took his men as he gently washes you. Eventually, his hands creep between your legs and he presses two fingers into you, whispering in your ear that he's not the kind of man to take anyone's sloppy seconds, but if Melone's trying to breed you, he wants in on it. You're too exhausted to protest when he turns you around and tells you to place your hands on the wall. Risotto's a big man with the tool to match, but for the first time, you take him without any trouble. Risotto fucks you while you whimper uselessly, too tired to even squirm. Afterwards, he dries you off and carries you nude to his bed and bundles you up in blankets. You conk out immediately.
Prosciutto & Pesci
Prosciutto has absolutely no interest in group sex, knowing that he wouldn't be able to concentrate with all of his teammates chattering on.
But, he admits to himself that the idea *does* intrigue him. He's fantasized before about hearing you gag and choke on another cock while he fucks you hard and fast. Though he prefers to ~make love~ to you, there's a part of him that wants to debase you and use you. And who better to share you with than Pesci, who will do just as he says?
The next time Prosciutto has you to himself, he calls Pesci up to his room. Prosciutto is already fucking you at this point and poor Pesci sputters and goes bright red when he opens the door to see your legs wrapped around Prosciutto's waist while he fucks you.
Pesci tries to leave, but Prosciutto calls him back--he's decided that Pesci needs to learn how to fuck like a man, not like a boy (poor Pesci does a decent enough job, but he's ever so careful with you). He commands Pesci to watch and watch he does, incredibly embarrassed and hard as well. Prosciutto explains exactly what he's doing to you as Pesci looks on, approaching it from a clinical angle but it's clear that he's riling himself. He starts going on about how Pesci needs to assert himself more, needs to fuck you and remind you of your place.
Eventually, Prosciutto beckons Pesci over and tells him to take out his cock. Pesci panics, but Prosciutto turns you over on to your knees and slips back inside of you, yanking your hair back to open your mouth. He tells Pesci that you're eager for it and truly, you're happy to comply.
Pesci's a *big* boy. He's thick and long and Prosciutto feels his dick twitch when he thinks about all that meat stretching you open. You take Pesci into your mouth, letting him thrust at his leisure. But it's not good enough for Prosciutto; he wants to hear you *choke*. He tells Pesci to stop being a pussy and to fuck your throat properly.
And he does. It's *brutal*. The incessant pounding from both ends of your body is almost too much to handle, but it doesn't last long--Pesci's always been a quick shot and Prosciutto's driven wild by the wet sounds of Pesci fucking your throat and the obvious strain.
Prosciutto loses it when he feels you cum around his cock with Pesci's dick lodged down your throat.
Bonus: Risotto + All
Risotto's fine with his men fucking your pussy, but he's insistent that your ass is his and he wants them to know that.
At first, you're not so sure about that; after all, he's very big and you've never really been one for anal.
But Risotto takes the time to train you up to it. And not just stretch you--he wants you to *like* it, to crave it, to cum from getting your ass fucked.
He starts with just eating your ass while he vibes your clit, then eases you onto one of his fingers. Your ass is a vice and it makes him feel eager to truly destroy it and make it his own little cocksleeve. You enjoy how the thick finger in your ass makes your vaginal walls rub together and, despite the new sensations, end up cumming a couple of times.
He does this everyday, increasing the amount of fingers, all the while fantasizing about fucking you where no one else can. Then he has you wearing plugs, constantly, gradually increasing in size. You do eventually come to love it. Even without clitoral stimulation, the sensation of something stretching out your ass gets you wet. The constant arousal isn't too terrible, as you have seven men around you that want to bone you. No one seems to mind that you're much tighter with a plug in your ass.
The day Risotto feels confident that you can finally take his cock, he tells you to wear a skirt or a dress w/ nothing underneath. And absolutely no sex or masturbation. You spend the day hopelessly aroused, pressing your thighs together and terrified you'd start dripping down your legs.
Towards the end of the day, Risotto calls everyone together. Assuming it's a meeting of some sort, everyone looks pretty bored. Until he calls you in.
He beckons you over and turns you so that your backside is to everyone else. You're just as confused. But when he bends you over and flips up your skirt to show his men your bare pussy, wet from neglect, you understand. You want to curl up and die from the embarrassment, but the arousal is too strong.
You moan as Risotto slowly eases the plug out of your ass and discards it. Risotto turns you around and lifts you on to his lap from his seated position so that you face his men. Their faces express a range of emotions--shocked, embarrassed, angry, but, most of all, aroused. You hide your face from them, too ashamed to look at them.
When he pulls out his hard cock, the length of it slaps against your pussy, making you squeak. Then he lifts you up and slowly spears you on his massive length. It's a sensation like no other--you have never felt so full. But the stretching did its job and there's only pressure, no pain. More than anything, it feels *good*.
Risotto inches you down his considerable length and each inch is a throb of heat through your gut. You're so worked up from not cumming all day that everything feels amplified. When you reach the base, he gives your clit a single, gentle rub and you cum, unable to hold back. It's one of the strongest orgasms you've ever had and you squirm through it, anchored by Risotto's hands on your hips.
After your orgasm subsides, Risotto grips your waist and begins to bounce you on his cock. You forget about the rest of the squad and can only feel the burning heat of Risotto inside you. You can't help but rub your clit, cumming multiple times as he fucks you.
Risotto cums with a groan, holding you against his pelvis as he rocks up into you. After a moment, he lifts you out of his lap and lets his cock slide out of you. He slips the plug back into your ass and stands, placing you in the chair he once occupied. Wordlessly, he leaves. He's made his point--that hole is his, and his men can do what they like with the rest of you.
And they do.
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Rosa's Delightful Disaster
A/N: Concept is not my own, the idea of the transformation chocolate is a prompt from a server!
Pairing: Prosciutto x reader
Genre: NSFW.
Warnings: Dubious consent, daddy kink, possessive behavior, scent kink, markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, cat hybrid character, reader is called girl
Summary: You decide get a box of chocolates for your husband as an extremely last minute Valentine's gift, not realizing the consequences to come.
Includes: Dubcon (?) markings, breeding kink, claiming kink, lactation kink, squirting, daddy kink, cat hybrid character, animalistic behavior, reader is called girl,
You should have known it would come to this the minute you realized it was too late to find any open shops. As you walked down the almost empty streets with the night slowly maturing into a late dark, you thought of going back home and simply making your husband some homemade chocolate from the baking supplies in your cupboards.
It should have been that way… yet you remember spotting the pretty pink lighting of one shop, the only one open so late. You thought it was your only chance, forgetting the previous plan completely, you stare at the neon pink sign reading “Rosa’s Delights.”
With an inviting interior decorated beautifully, you thought how lucky you must be to find this shop nearly at the dead of night. Dim lights make it somewhat difficult to see the products inside but you were able to spot a few boxes of what seemed like chocolate.
“May I help you?” A sudden, rather deep voice greeted you from behind and you nearly got a heart attack from it.
You turned to find a beautiful woman with long pink hair and shimmer green eyes with a hat covering most of her head. Have you seen her before somewhere?...
“Oh yes, I was wondering, are these chocolates on display?”
The woman chuckles and you look on confusedly.
“Why yes, they’re quite special. Are you looking to treat someone for a special occasion? Then I’d say they’re perfect.”
You smiled politely, looking back at the display and being met with five unique boxes. The chocolate held inside was also displayed next to them, looking mouth watering from just the designs. You wondered how rich they must taste.
“Perfect, I’ll take this one please.” You pointed to a white box with one red gem, the most expensive looking one, practically made for your husband.
“Of course, right this way.” The heavily cloaked woman led you to the counter and it almost felt as though she wasn’t walking, rather floating on the floor from one place to another.
She rang you up wrapping the box skilfully before you made your way out of the place with a pep in your step. How exciting you thought it would be to see your husband’s face when he receives his gift.
Now you almost wished you’d have not gone through with it. Almost.
Walking into your home, you find your enthusiastic husband greeting you with a kiss, twirling you in his arms before you settle together in the living room.
“Where did you go off to, tesoro mio?” Prosciutto asks, nestling you closely on the couch. You let him know your intention of getting him a special gift for Valentine’s which surprises him mildly, as he’d checked the time you left your shared home. At the time, he was almost against the affair altogether but had you not convinced him you wouldn’t get the chance to treat him like this.
“Getting you a treat, of course. What kind of wife would I be if I couldn’t even get my dear husband something for Valentine’s?”
The words are pleasing to Prosciutto, playing into the type of dynamic he loves to maintain between you two. He chuckles, his hand caressing over your sides affectionately. You think perhaps the special day isn’t completely ruined. With Prosciutto having made you a beautiful meal before your trip and these gorgeous pieces of chocolate you got, it would surely end well.
“Then show me.” Despite his warm smile and sweet demeanor, there’s a demand to Prosciutto’s tone that affects you, a type of intrinsic authority that coerces you into obedience without having to try. Gulping with nervousness and excitement, you take out the box you bought less than an hour ago for your beloved with much pride. As you undo the complicated wrapping, the red gem shines from the lighting, catching your husband’s eye.
“Isn’t it beautiful? I thought it would only be fitting for… a man such as yourself.” Batting your eyelashes on purpose, you try to hand him the box but Prosciutto’s hand makes no move to receive it.
“Open it for me,” he whispers, still having you against his chest with his fingers pressing gently to your bare skin, heat radiating in waves from the tips. Prosciutto’s deep blues fixate on your own.
“Of course,” you pipe up, not second guessing his words and falling into step of following his natural authority. Holding the box gingerly, you look at one of the circular pieces, intricate lines of sweet caramel drizzled over the top.
Typically you would never buy such sweet treats for a man of such bitter tastes, yet as a last minute gift it seems like the perfect save for having forgotten. Picking it up, you extend the piece of chocolate to him not even doubting that he would open his mouth for you. And as expected Prosciutto bites the sweet without hesitation, his sensual gaze falling over your figure while your fingertips kiss the soft flesh of his lips.
Just as you were about to retrieve your hand, Prosciutto grips your wrist keeping it in place to eat the rest of the chocolate and takes your fingers in his mouth with it, his tongue smoothing over the residue as he moans at the taste without breaking eye contact for a single second. It brings heat to your cheeks seeing the unwavering lust in his eyes paired with the sound of his deep voice releasing tones of pleasure.
“Do you like it?” Your voice comes out meeker than you expect, your heart thundering in your chest after the lewd kiss he almost gives to your fingers, now somewhat wet with his saliva. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning in unison, still holding Prosciutto’s gaze the best you can.
It only takes seconds for his eyes to change completely. What was once a glazing of lust over the dark blue, turns into something much deeper than you could fathom. Freezing, Prosciutto lets go of you to clutch at his own body, groaning with pain. Furrowed brows that you are so familiar with turn feral and his being quite literally mutates right in front of you, igniting both fear and uncertainty within your mind.
Prosciutto’s soft touch turns bruising and you hear what sounds like a hiss and a deep growl as he pins you onto the cushion of the couch much more forcefully than he usually would, almost as though he’s let go of all his self control.
“Pros? What’s wrong?!” Alarms set off as your husband’s teeth bare at you and you wonder where those canines came from
As he transforms right before your eyes, you notice his ears change into something cat-like, a yellow tail swinging behind his head in your peripheral vision, and you realize the bruising grip comes from his claws on your skin. He snarls at you wildly, hot breath hitting your skin in waves; his behavior having changed from the sweet, loving man you once knew to someone completely untamed.
Prosciutto doesn’t answer your question, bringing you closer to his body to shove his flaring nostrils at your collarbones and neck. Finally, you get a whiff of the musk emanating directly from his body, something you wouldn’t have taken note of otherwise only to realize it somehow makes you feel more aroused. With all your senses filled to the brim with his very being, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed from this turn of events.
“Prosciutto what’s going on, what happened to you?” You try to get a good look at him, lifting his face but his grip keeps your in place and he refuses to take any of your questions or bidding, forcing his way into your neck to give you your first bit; despite being such a painful endeavor you couldn’t help moaning from the way his body vibrates against you, heat bursting through his clothes.
“Mine,” Prosciutto mumbles into your flesh, his scratchy tongue licking against your skin before more bites marr the area near your collarbone. “All mine.”
Being distracted with Prosciutto’s appearance you didn’t realize the way your bodies were splayed over the couch in a compromising position until you felt his knees spreading your legs apart.
“Wait, Prosciutto!” Yet he stops you from protesting with a biting kiss, holding you by the waist in a grip so tight you are sure it will leave a mark. Prosciutto’s tongue is invasive and leaves no time before meeting your own, tasting of the chocolate he ate just minutes ago.
Whatever strange aphrodisiac transformation concoction was in there seemed to affect you as well, making you moan into his kiss. The sensation forces your body in submission, allowing your legs to spread easily and for him to grind on your legs, letting you feel the massive erection poking into you. When did he get so aroused?!
Repeating the same words as before, Prosciutto continues his assault of your neck to slowly move down your breasts, each bite eliciting a moan that you try to suppress. With his claws on you this way, there’s no chance of escape and even if you were to run out of the house you know he would give chase; he would stop at nothing to claim you as his. Feeling completely defeated, you accept the situation as something out of your control, letting him do as he pleases with your body.
Looking down to his head, you notice the marks covering your skin, lovebites that keep you at the edge of frenzy, the heady scent of him nearly driving you crazy. Suddenly, Prosciutto starts sniffing wildly, looking up at you with feline-like eyes only to crawl down your body to your clothed entrance. His claws make quick work of the fabric covering your privates before it’s exposed to him.
“No, don’t!” You try to say, not sure whether it’s because you cared for the pieces of clothing or because you really wouldn’t like him to proceed. Yet, the thrill of his new features interacting with your body brings more fluid between your legs. The hot sting at the pit of your stomach only gets worse when Prosciutto sniffs right above your entrance before his nostrils flare angrily, the air giving your sex in a pleasurable sensation.
You squirm in his hold of your thighs, breathing completely uneven from the sudden shame in front of your transformed lover. Had it been any other situation you would have been much more compliant to his actions. Yet, the circumstances cloud your mind from making any decision clearly.
Gripping you with a new sense of possessiveness, Prosciutto’s tongue makes one languid motion against your entrance, his teeth teasing the sensitive spots on your pelvis, his mouth so warm and wet.
“Sweet little girl,” he says, tasting you, your moan only adding to his pleasure as he almost grinds his neglected erection on the cushion. His flaring nostrils blow warm air to your peaked bud, the sensation making you shiver with pleasure.
It’s almost as if smelling your arousal feeds into his behavior as Prosciutto continues to bite the pudgy, soft flesh of your thighs, taking handfuls of into his claws to keep you from moving too much. Writhing from his bites and licks you try to minimize your sounds and fail miserably, your voice and moans echoing through the living room in unisom to his licks.
Without anything to grip, you clutch at Prosciutto’s hair as he works his tongue into your entrance, the persisting muscle bringing you near climax from the non-stop circular motions, the pleasure descending your mind into a deep subspace before you manage to catch yourself.
“Daddy not yet, please!” But your words fall on deaf furry ears, as your Daddy is unyielding, greedily drinking every drop of your essence, making you clench around his tongue. With your eyes lolling to the back of your head, you cannot hold yourself back any longer, fluid gushing from you into his mouth, hips bucking to meet his lips for more friction.
Prosciutto’s tail wiggles in satisfaction, drinking with fervor, the very scent of your essence brings heat between his legs. Grinding on the couch, he decides it’s not enough friction as his privates tighten his pants to an unimaginable degree. You cannot see what is made of his clothing as he lifts himself from between your legs to crawl up your body.
By now you’ve learned to not question what he does, your head and face completely red with heat and the climax you just experienced moments ago. Noticing his heavy cock now free of its coverings, a fresh wave of arousal washes over your body as you pant in unison to your heartbeat.
There’s hardly a moment of silence as you hear the purr from deep within your Daddy's throat. Even with the number of markings, lovebites, and fluid covering your body, he is yet unaccomplished from what he wants.
Giving you a sinister grin that shows off his canines, your Daddy lowers himself to your stomach, the point of his teeth a perfect contrast to the softness of his tongue as he delivers more bites. Kissing up to your neck, his claws hold you flush against his body, nails dangerously close to piercing your skin.
Hell bent on marking you to his satisfaction, he doesn’t seem to care much whether you’re pleasured or not. “Mine mine mine…” he keeps murmuring, deciding to fixate on your chest, biting freely at every inch of available flesh. You moan when he sucks a particularly sensitive spot near your nipple before flicking the bud with his tongue.
“It’s time.. I must make you mine for good..” The musk he seems to be releasing combined with the effect of his words fog your mind with a strong haze, heightening your need to be filled and bred to your Daddy’s desire, as if you only exist as his precious fuckdoll.
“But I’m already yours Daddy! Please take me!” You beg him desperately hoping he would give you some respite with his still hardened cock.
“Say that again,” he demands. “Tell me who you belong to.” Without ceasing the stimulation on your chest even for a second, you feel him grind on your unclothed sex desperately, clearly just as eager to be inside you. Moaning helplessly, you try to string words together cohesively, the growing heat within your body making the act of speaking difficult.
“Yours! I’m yours Daddy!”
Groaning in unison with your words, your Daddy’s clever tongue swirls over your chest, adding pressure with his fingers. Detecting droplets of milk with his cat-like tongue, he laps at your chest in satisfaction, feeding eagerly and moaning around your nipple from the sweet, warm taste.
You hardly realize he’s feeding until a squeeze to your chest spurts milk, allowing for your lover to lick while he continues to rut against your sex with more fervor. Unable to take any more of the teasing your mind allows you to only repeat yourself like a broken, lustful record.
“Please! Please please please…More please!”
“Patience, little one!” Your Daddy growls, forcing you to obey while your sex only gets wetter and demands stimulation. You whimper as he feeds aggressively, your legs shaking from his member teasing your sex before he’s finally satisfied. Licking his lips, Prosciutto finally admire his handy work, looking down at you with lidded, slitted blue eyes, he purrs seductively at the various marks adorning your body, accompanied by your defiled state and panting, wide open mouth perfectly swollen from his kisses.
“Dolce bambina…” your Daddy calls out, caressing your face with a clawed hand. Without much warning, he penetrates you, delighting at the yelp and how you clench around him desperately.
Yelling out his title, you grip his shoulders for some balance, finally full to the very brim.
“My filthy little broodmare… you will carry Daddy’s children, yes?”
Closing your eyes, you let your body fall completely at his mercy. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please!” The thought of belly swelling full of his children makes your climax imminent as he pistons into you with increasing speed, hitting every ridge inside your already sensitive walls. Intertwining your legs around his waist, you let your voice cry out.
One of his fingers finds its way between your legs, adding to the stimulation muddling your thoughts into mush making the need for release your only wish. It isn’t until you feel his member twitch and spill inside with a growl that you finally feel your legs shake out of control before a loud cry escapes you into your walls squeezing every bit of seed out of him, making sure you’re truly full.
Panting out of breath, you find yourself going limp under Prosciutto’s body, eyes closed and body numb from all the stimulation. Your legs don’t unlatch from his waist and you notice your lover hasn’t unsheathed himself from you.
“Pros…” Your voice is weak, restrained from all your cries and feeling quite raspy. As your senses get back to you, you realize Prosciutto is still kissing and lapping at your neck.
“So good for me,” he praises, making your belly flip from the butterflies. “Made for me.” The possessiveness makes you moan once more.
“Prosciutto please,” this time you find your will to take him by his head to look into his eyes, still resembling that of a blue eyed feline. “This chocolate is dangerous, are you still not satisfied?” You sound tired to yourself yet Prosciutto seems energetic as he was before your play time.
Purring, he thrusts a couple times stirring the liquid still inside you as if to keep it locked inside. Chuckling, Prosciutto pinches a nipple playfully, startling you as you gasp. He examines you carefully, looking up your body and then down, seemingly staring intently at the spot where you’re still joined as one. Gripping your hips, Prosciutto thrusts watching his seed pour out with a devilish smirk.
Biting your lip, you try not to let the stimulation allow your body to arouse itself more.
“I’m afraid my work here is not quite finished, bambina. Look here…” Trailing his hand around your sides, he sways your attention there. “No marks. That won’t do.”
“What?” Your pitch rises an octave as the implication of his words settle into your stomach.
But Prosciutto only bends to kiss you where he intended. “Inch by inch I’ll mark you as mine,” he murmurs, the moment you realize a long Valentine's night waits ahead of you.
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Who's the king of aftercare after a particularly rough session?
Aftercare Kings
jonathan - doesn’t like rough sex, however it’s rough on you because of what he’s packin. and he’s such a sweetheart. Afterwards he’s making sure if you’re okay - he’ll be sure to have a dish and a pitcher of water to soak a cloth in to wipe you clean. he’ll make you a nice calming tea, and he’ll help you up if you need to go to the bathroom. lots of praise, kisses and cuddles.
speedwagon - man fucks, been doing so since ogre street. he wears his heart on his sleeve and he can’t help but instantly coddle you afterwards once he’s achieved post nut clarity. he’ll be rambling on, asking if you’re okay and if it was too much. he’ll get you nice and cleaned up and put into some clean pjs, getting you something to eat, something to drink, and just hold and chat with you for the rest of the night.
joseph - younger, he’ll pull you close and let you lay your head before klonking out (very worn out). when he’s older, he starts paying attention to more of the details with the rituals of aftercare. carrying you to the bathroom so he can set you up a nice bath and getting a snack for you, talking with you afterwards for a little bit to wind down, and just letting you relax as he cleans up before joining in bed with you.
caesar - oh, acts of service is one of his love languages. he knows you get pretty worn out from what he does to you. so he’ll wipe you down if you’re feeling a bath and it’s too hard for you to walk, treat some minor bruises (mans got a rough grasp), massage any sort spots you have, and he’ll even cook you something if you’re hungry. sometimes he’ll be snuggling you and kissing you that it ends up with very soft and slow sex, he can’t help it.
wamuu - literally the only kind one out of the pillarmen. he has a lot of needs to satisfy, so he’ll be there to check if you’re okay. He’s talking with you, probably giving you a massage wherever you’re cramping up and sore the most, or just quietly hold you and let you rest on him until the two of you fall asleep.
kakyoin - he’s into some pretty freaky things, so he rewards you for indulging him with the best aftercare ever. He’s pretty affectionate with you, so snuggling you close and letting you rest in his arms is always on the plate when it comes to aftercare. he’ll give you a scalp massage with one of his hands and you’ll end up falling asleep almost instantly, alongside his soft talking. he’ll get you some treats and get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes.
kira - another freak, but the aftercare skills of a god. he likes finer things, so he’ll bring out the scented candles and the nice bubble bath soap. Washing your hair and massaging your body with the nice hot water. he likes to care for things very meticulously, which includes you. man’s gives you a whole grooming session when he does. you even have him filing your nails and putting cuticle oil on them. you feel like royalty with his care if you let him do so.
bruno - mans will give you a run for your money concerning sex. he has a natural worrying personality, so he’ll be rather doting to you afterwards. his act of service usually involves cooking to some degree, making you a nice homemade meal and getting you a hot cup of tea or coffee alongside it. great way to wind down, and he’ll bring you back to the bed or couch to snuggle and sleep.
giorno - another man who likes to meticulously care for things, including you. maybe he wants to show his gratitude to you quietly through his services or to show that he appreciates you, even when he literally just rearranged your guts. he’ll take you into the shower with him, a slow process of letting you rest on him and holding you close and eventually washing you. muttering words of affection occasionally. then to get you dry and into fresh clothes and bring you to bed for a nice power nap.
risotto - he knows for a fact that he’s a lot to satisfy in bed...and a lot to take. he’s quietly asking you if you’re alright and kissing you, making sure you’re feeling calm after what you just went through. he’ll take off any leather gear you were wearing for the session, probably apologetically put ointment on any welts he gave you, and massage some sore limbs.
prosciutto - another meticulous man, he’s talking to you and making sure that you’re 100% okay. If not, he’ll be right next to you - holding you closely, gently rubbing your back or a hand combing through your hair, kissing you...he takes this stuff seriously. he has words of affection flooding past his lips and he’s assuring you that you were absolutely wonderful for him.
melone - on the rare occasions he can stay awake, he’ll massage your body of any soreness with some body oil and maybe put on some relaxing music. he’s talking to you and asking if you’re okay and if there’s anything you wanted to try next time. although just be aware that with him, he might get a little naughty with some tender and very slow sex (most petting just to make sure he’s not pushing it).
sorbet - quite the hard dom in bed, so afterwards he’ll check if you’re alive alongside gelato. he’s a quiet man, so he shows his affections towards the both of you with actions. like bandaging up any scrapes and dried up scratches (sure loves his knives), providing water and painkillers, and getting something to eat. if you ask, he’ll crawl back into bed with you and just hold you quietly until you and or gelato both fall asleep on his chest
tiziano - squalo tends to pass out almost immediately after sex, so it’s mostly up to tiziano with the aftercare. and he has a special routine to it, so he’s more than pleased to do so. he’s full of affectionate words and telling you how much of a good job you did for the both of them. he’ll draw you a nice bath and join you to make sure you’re washed up properly. quite affectionate, leaving kisses and chuckling at your squirming. he’ll put in a variety of products in your hair and comb/massage into it until you come out of the bathroom like it’s salon quality.
anasui - now this 100% is a true lover boy, he’s on hand and foot for you after sex. he’s full of affectionate words and extremely cuddly, kissing you all over and holding onto you real tight to let you know that you were wonderful and loved. after a little bit, he’ll ask if you need anything and immediately fetch it for you - some painkillers, water, a snack, or even help you up to wash you up. this man just has constant hearts in his eyes for you.
mountain tim - rough as in this man is such a service top that he made you almost melt in place, yes. afterwards, he’s cooing at you in a hush voice and holding you close as you calm down from your high. he’ll lay you on his chest on top of him until your breathing is normal and you’re calm enough to answer coherently. he’ll be talking with you, eventually getting up so he can get you a rag to clean you off, maybe get you a drink, and then crawl back into bed with you. his large hands massaging at your sore spots and earning him some sighs of satisfaction...but he is still a man and one of desire towards you, so...you might start another session by accident.
#jonathan joestar#robert e.o. speedwagon#joseph joestar#caesar zeppeli#wamuu#noriaki kakyoin#kira yoshikage#bruno buccellati#giorno giovanna#risotto nero#prosciutto#melone#sorbet#tiziano#narciso anasui#mountain tim#jjba headcanons#not sfw#gn reader#aftercare hcs#these were the ones i could come up with before my brain melted 2 goo
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Risotto Nero romantic headcanons (sfw+nsfw)
Author's Note: Sorry for being an old-school romantic and writing headcanons like these, don't come at me. I wanted to take my time with Risotto as he is so complex. I really hope that those are not too far-fetched. I hope you'll enjoy it! The lovely gif is not mine, I'm thanking the owners for it.
P.S. Prosciutto will be next. I just have to calm down from the feels I have for the husband, I mean Prosciutto.
SFW
- The most beneficial context for your relationship is for it to start off as a partnership, a team. This way, you go through many critical and dramatic experiences together and that will only bring you closer and strengthen your connection. Even after confessing, this dynamic remains, you are still a team, watching for each other.
- Everything about him indicates a slow burn. From obtaining his trust first and then his heart. Even after those two are won, he's still reluctant to the new dynamic. He will never deny those feelings even if he thinks that someone in his position should. Risotto is not just rationally intelligent but also emotionally intelligent so he knows that such desires of the heart cannot be stopped. He doesn't deny the feelings but he suppresses them. He knows how complex those emotions are and that's the problem, it complicates everything around him and you. But little by little, he starts giving in and surrendering to his love.
- At first, he analyzed you only from a strategic point of view (regarding your abilities and how you can work with his team) and in time, it escalated into a deeper and more emotional point of view. Because of this and because Risotto values other opinions and perspectives from his teammates, he seeks advice. No, he won't ask directly but he'll be more attentive when the others talk about you. However, the only one who Risotto might ask for an opinion is Prosciutto because he shares some morals and principles with him. Surprisingly, Prosciutto will put his rational arguments aside a little bit because more than the respect and admiration he holds for Risotto, he wants him to experience this sort of happiness.
- Risotto will not know how to react when receiving your affection, at first. There are many thoughts and morals that don't let him receive affection right. Many of those thoughts are regarding his line of work. He has made peace with the fact that he's not a good man, that he doesn't deserve good things. He's okay with it now, he did what he had to do.
- His preferred love language is acts of service. He's used to doing things for others (but even so he doesn't see how selfless he is) so acts of service are his way to show his feelings. He would do anything for his close ones so for you, his loved one, he would die for you, kill for you, protect you, anything, you name it. Plus, Risotto is always very observant and because his interest is your well-being, he pays extra attention to your needs. About receiving, it can be anything. Again, he doesn't see himself worthy of love.
- He rarely smiles so when you finally catch a glimpse of this rare occasion and compliment him, Risotto is lost. Any sort of comment like this will have him feel things he never felt before, in a good way. As a result, he starts smiling softly more at you in privacy.
- If you get severely injured on a mission, he still keeps his composure in your presence while helping you, patching you up, and even trying to heal you with Metallica. He's serious while doing it but it will be the only time in which his hands start trembling. After helping you, while you rest, he's still there watching over you fully neglecting his need for rest. As you sleep and he looks at your injuries, that's when his composure breaks. The guilt he's feeling is heavy in his heart, thinking how this way of life is not what you deserve and it's his fault.
- He's capable of many things, he's also a strategist but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have moments in which it all gets too much to process. That's where you come to the rescue. He doesn't want to pass his difficulties to you so it will take a lot for him to let himself tell you what's wrong.
- Secrecy and subtility are a must. But he'll get you (he'll make it), a dainty and thin silver bracelet with a charm that resembles some sort of blade. Whenever he's thinking of you and wants to let you know it, you'll feel that bracelet move a bit from his magnetism, as a reminder.
- As subtle as he thought he was, in time, every member of La Squadra will know what his feelings are towards you. Melone was the first to notice the way Risotto looked at you. Since his discovery, Melone couldn't keep it for himself and since then, they all started behaving suspiciously. They smirk every time you talk to Risotto about missions and other formal details, they try to let the two of you alone more, and so on.
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- Contrary to popular belief, he's not rough (not every time at least) or freaky behind closed doors. His usual and favorite approach is slow and deep. He likes to take his time with it as he sees sex as not just a way to get pleasure but a moment of deepening the connection you have already.
- He never wants to use sex as an outlet for his pent-up frustrations and stress but if you give him the green light, he might give into it when things get too much to bear. But he still holds back a little bit, worried about how rough he can easily get. If you're into this rough approach as well and it's noticeable, he'll feel less guilty but still careful.
- He can go on with the foreplay for hours. Risotto likes to feel the tension build. Enjoying the reactions and the growing desire gives him the most pleasure, more than the act itself. Because of this, he might sometimes slip into trying orgasm denial with you.
- At first, he doesn't see the point of experimenting with kinks because he's so touch-starved. He only needs you. However, gradually he will start asking you for consent about some ideas he has. Watch out for your hands. If you get them close to the metal bars of the bed, your wrists will get caught in metal bindings in the blink of an eye.
- Quiet in the beginning but soon you'll see him losing his composure and start grunting and growling close to your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Not only that but you'll hear sweet words of affirmation, unheard before as he gets lost in the feeling of you.
- Aftercare is obligatory. It always gets intense, sometimes even rough, and he's aware of his size too so calming you down and taking care of you is both a way of showing his gratitude and also a duty (don't get this one wrong, he sees the act of aftercare as important as the rest of his duties, that's it). The aftercare always ends with him holding your hand and kissing it as another silent expression of his gratefulness and adoration for you. It's his unbreakable habit.
- He has to admit, he likes to mark you. Not in a possessive way, that's why those marks will only be on parts that are not usually visible. But because he loves the image and concept of your skin reacting to his affection. You can leave marks on him as long as they're not visible, again, it's about secrecy and subtility. He might feel a bit proud, just a bit, when he looks in the mirror at the scratches you left on his back.
- Doesn't get bored of being on top. After all of that slow burn and build-up of your deep connection, of course, he wants to look into your eyes when you both let yourselves be engulfed in the pleasure. Might even get a little mischievous with it when he's in a good mood. "If you look away, I'll stop."
The only situations in which you are the one on top are when you simply ask for it or when you tell him you want to help him relax. Hearing those words coming from you while you start touching him with care and warmth is going to be the death of him.
- Not a fan of quickies. He needs the whole thing. As mentioned before, he needs to feel the tension built and loves taking his time with it. But also, above all, he wants to treat you right so a quickie will never be enough for this.
#jjba#risotto nero#jjba risotto#risottonero#risotto nero x reader#la squadra#la squadra esecuzioni#jjba part 5#jojo bizarre adventure#golden wind#vento aureo#jjba x reader#jjba headcanons#jjba fanfic
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mi vida, mi paloma - part II
COD - Rudy Parra x fem!reader (Part II) | Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader (Part I)
[18+]
wc: ~900
masterlist
warnings: mostly SFW (but still marking it as 18+ just in case), some proofreading, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance (Rudy is taller than reader), pet names (paloma, palomita), let me know if i forgot anything
a/n: a two part request from this ask. it is two separate stories. this is all written in Rudy’s POV. also a reference to girl dinner except it's girl lunch hehe. hope you enjoy!
Rudy curses as he drops his keys on your welcome mat. He holds a giant pink box in one hand and his helmet in the other. He places his helmet on the floor and picks up his keys to quietly open your door. You texted him that you were planning on taking a nap after having a rough morning but he could go ahead and let himself in. Rudy manages to bring in all his stuff without making too much noise and kicks off his boots.
He pushes the door open to your bedroom and is met with different shades of pink silk and satin. You're sleeping soundly wrapped in a fluffy blanket with rain sounds playing from your speaker on the nightstand. Rudy stares for a few moments in awe, wondering how he could be so lucky to find someone like you. He thinks about taking off his jeans and leather jacket to join you in bed but decides against it, not wanting to wake you.
Rudy places the pink box on the chair by your vanity and quietly closes the door behind him. He knows the way around your home just like you know your way around his. He sees a new addition to the photos on your shelf, one of you and him on his motorcycle. The nervousness from his gift dissipates while looking at the photo. She’s going to like it, he thinks.
He takes off his leather jacket and places it on the couch while he decides what to make you for lunch. Rudy stops in front of the stove and chuckles lightly as he sees the cinnamon rolls sitting in a glass cake stand. You hate cinnamon with a passion while he loves cinnamon. He was more than ready to give up cinnamon in order to date you, but on the 3rd date you surprised him with a delicious batch of homemade cinnamon rolls.
Since then, you don’t mind baking him pastries or sweet breads with cinnamon as long as he rinses his mouth with mouthwash before kissing you. It is a compromise he happily makes every time. Rudy opens the fridge and begins to take out some fruit and cheeses then crackers from your cupboard. He finds it funny how you can eat what he considers snacks as a meal. Knowing he’s going to need more sustenance, he takes out the prosciutto as well.
Rudy busies himself with cutting the apples and strawberries into smaller pieces and arranging them on a board. It’s slightly disordered and not as pretty as you usually make it but he hopes you’ll still like it. He thinks about all the times he makes you food or buys you gifts. You’re more delicate and careful when putting together stuff for him, making everything look perfect. But when you accept something from him, a bow on the gift box slightly askew or some fruit cut in uneven pieces, you still give him a sweet kiss and thank him for taking the time to prepare something for you.
Rudy places the board in the fridge while he washes the dishes and cleans up the counter. He’s drying his hands when he hears your bedroom door open.
“Rudy? Are you here?” you call out in the sleepy voice he loves so much.
“Sí, paloma,” he responds,” in the kitchen.”
He hears you walk then stop for a few moments in the living room until you appear in the kitchen doorway. A sight for sore eyes, you're wearing the present he bought you: brand new pink and black motorcycle helmet. You put on his oversized leather jacket, standing barefoot and pretty just for him. You do a few poses for him, making him laugh then run into his arms. He wraps his arms around your smaller frame and you say a series of thank you, thank you, thank you, I love it so much.
“De nada, paloma,” he says while gently taking off the helmet to place a kiss on your mouth. “I like the outfit too, you should wear this more often.” [You’re welcome]
You laugh into his kiss while he tugs the bottom of your tiny cotton shorts. “I love you, Rudy. You didn’t need to buy me a new helmet, the other one was just fine. But thank you, baby boy.”
He groans at the nickname you call him, outwardly showing embarrassment but loving it every time you call him that. “I love you too, palomita. The other helmet was too old and scratched. I saw this one and immediately thought of you. I wanted your first helmet to be perfect.”
The helmet you’d been wearing was one of his. While you were the first and now the only person allowed to ride his bike and wear his helmets aside from himself, Rudy wanted to buy you something of your own. He isn’t going to tell you just yet, but he’s already looking for a leather jacket similar to his.
“It is perfect, baby boy,” you whisper as you tilt your head up to give him another long kiss. “Did you see the cinnamon rolls I made you, did you like them?”
“I haven’t tried them yet,” he laughs at your pout,” because I was making us lunch, go sit and I’ll bring it over.”
The new helmet is left on the kitchen counter as you and Rudy have lunch together. You stay in his leather jacket and laugh at his silly jokes, the rough morning already forgotten.
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If you are interested in reading the first part with Alejandro's fluff, here is the link
#rudy parra#rudy parra x reader#rudy parra x female reader#cod x reader#cod mw2 x female reader#shadowlali
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Prosciutto x nurse!fem!reader (sfw, nsfw)
headcanons are like,,so fun. I'll actually be at work writing these bc i love doing them 🤧
(also, very loosely based off of the matchup trade i did with endless lady (and by very loosely i mean not that loosely))
(authors note: i have not been to a doctors office in literal years, and the last time i spoke to any sort of nurse was when a hospice nurse came to help my grandmother pass, so i apologize for any inaccuracies)
(sfw)
-you met him when he was admitted to your hospital for a head injury. The grown boy accompanying him (Pesci) was wailing and generally causing a big scene out of worry, and he was just coherent enough to watch with awe as you managed to calm Pesci down enough that he could sit in the waiting room without him
-After that, when you came to his side to tend to his equipment, he mustered up the courage to ask you
-"You helped my overgrown manbaby brother...why?"
-You'd laugh and say "He definitely wasn't the worst patient I've ever had. Besides, he's only worried about you, it must be scary to see your big brother hooked up to all these intimidating machines."
-which, yknow...is understandable
-After he's been released from the hospital, he puts in a request to Risotto to have you as the squad's personal medic
-youd be paid handsomely, of course, with whatever the Boss decided you were worth. But Prosciutto knew your worth.
-if you're accepted to work for La Squadra, congratulations! You've got an arrogant man constantly in your infirmary!
-Even if the Boss denies Prosciutto's request, he'd still find his way to your hospital.
-Prosciutto's not even injured most of the time, he just wants to see you.
-his form of courting you is...weird. He critiques tiny things about you; how you've organized your equipment, how you've organized your files (how did he even get into those? those are confidential-), how you talk to your patients
-Honestly, at first, you actually don't even notice that he's romantically interested in you. he just seems so rude and mean and critical
-really though, he's just tryna keep you "up to his standards"
-he's got a bit of an ego, he believes that when he wants someone by his side, he wants them to be as presentable as he is, or even more than he is. (which is the case with you, he already thinks you're pretty perfect, but it's a habit he can't break)
-it really takes a long time before you notice he wants to date you
-when you finally do notice though, you're a little endeared by his odd habits. you learn to brush off his nitpicking, learn about his friends turned family.
-when he introduces you to them, his family, formaggio in particular is shocked. like, what? Prosciutto?? found this super hot nurse chick?? AND managed to impress her enough that she'd date his hot mess ass? like....why?
(nsfw below the cut)
(nsfw)
-he tends to switch between wanting something slow and sensual, real love-making, or something raw and fast and mean, depending on his mood.
-when he's feeling something slower, he'll bed you right, believe it
-candle lit dinner in his apartment, flowers, rose petals on the bed, the whole fucking show
-when he's feeling rough, though...pray for your legs and yo pussy, gurl, bc he's mean.
-he don't care where you two are, he'll fuck you in a bathroom stall, a greenhouse, his fucking car, even in your own fucking nurse's office. he does not care. he's taking you wherever he can
-BOOBS
-he loves BOOBS
-he's giving you specific outfits with very pretty boob windows just so he can stare at you in them. and then fuck you in the cafe restroom, because he just cannot help himself.
-and oral
-this man has an oral fixation, and he wants his mouth on you ALWAYS. giving you nASTY head, or sucking on your tits, or leaving so many hickeys on you that you need to wear concealer even WITH your scrubs.
-biter
#jojo kimyou na bouken#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba part 5#jjba vento auero#jjba x reader#la squadra x reader#la squadra#jjba prosciutto#prosciutto x reader
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Please do more bucci gang headcannons i take anything!
a/n: I just got this and was going to save this for last, but I couldn’t sleep last couple of nights and started thinking all of the general hcs for bucci gang I have . So, here it is !!
WHY DID THIS TURN OUT SO LONG ???!
warnings: sfw and nsfw hcs (will be separated), giorno x mista shipping, light abba x burno and fugo x narancia, mentions of risotto team.
General Bucci Gang Headcanons
sfw
starting with my love for giomis. mista can’t sleep without having some weight on him, and somehow mista can convince giorno to sleep on top of him when they’re together. giorno won’t admit to mista he enjoys it just as much as he does
abbacchio can’t stand white wine. he only likes red and occasionally rose but only on special occasions
fugo’s way of calming down is to bake stuff, i think his favorite to make would be lemon squares for some reason
talking about lemons, despite his name meaning orange, narancia has a skin allergy to citrus fruits. he can eat them but if the juice gets on his skin it will get broken out and all
burno’s love language is remembering his loves one favorite things and giving them gifts related to those out of the blue like its just another tuesday, he will also do the same on special occasions
burno definitely helps abba put his crown thing on everyday
trish, fugo, and giorno definitely have to force mista to have proper hygiene
not saying its bad but it probably only showers once-twice a week and only brushes his teeth when they feel yucky
abbacchio loves soap operas not those crime drama ones he hates those but those dramatic cheesy ones with evil twins and shit
bruno on the other hand loves crime drama ones especially the lifetime movie ones
mista and narancia FYCKING HATE modern day mtv
narancia is somehow the only one of all the men who does in fact use 3 in 1 shampoo
mista used to use 2 in 1 until giorno came along and stopped him
burno has whole skin care routine
narancia hates the smell of axe body spray
it’s really most fragrances but axe is the one he hates the most
mista thought axe body spray was a replacement for showering for awhile
so did abba when he was a cop but thats a whole another can of worms
narancia looks like the type to collect coins and bills from different countries
bruno knows how to make excellent home made pasta, he def learned it from his father
trish makes fugo go shopping with her because she can’t mista and giorno to go in public for something like that
fugo collects different types of bugs specifically butterflies and moths
trish is pompompurin girlie tell me im wrong
mista is the my melody person of the group
btw abba is badtz-maru, narancia is kuromi, bruno is hello kitty, fugo is cinnamoroll, and giorno is keroppi
i know risotto’s group is supposed to hate brunos but i just know abba and prosciutto are friends who got together every couple of mouths to play poker/cards
fugo favorite animal crossing character is marshall
don’t get me started on the other members of the gang favorites
mista, narancia, ans trish definitely would force the others to see the barbie movie
abba sneaks out to see oppenheimer-
nsfw (hopefully this is short)
abba definitely has a dick piercing (idk which one but he does)
mista wants one
mista has collerbone piercings tho
fugo would have a tongue
(why aren’t this nsfw bc abba with a piercing got thinking about the others)
abba definitely uses his stand to replay his partners orgasms
fugos stand has definitely come out/started appearing when he was horny once
if you know of my one piece blog i once talked about how law would definitely use his devil power during sex (he can remove limbs, hearts, switch bodies, and switch places with things with it) same goes to bruno
he’s used his stand power on his partner, unzip their head off and-
fugo is the type to fuck in a library, on multiple occasions
feel like all of them would be into food play
especially fugo and bruno
i know for fact that giorno has asked mista “is that gun in your pants or you happy to see me” and its 50/50 chance of mista having his gun in the front of his pants or not
WHY DOES GIORNO DO THIS I DON’T KNOW ???
i think the whole mista needs to have a weight on him to sleep is also a sexual thing too. I feel like he likes to have his partners on top him when doing the deed 🤷🏻♀️
*cough* fugo’s into bondage *cough*
do you think giorno can use his stand powers on cum?
bruno and abba have strong cucking/voyeur vibes. one likes watching the other fuck someonex but its not like bruno is into abba fucking someone, its both of them. both are into seeing the other fuck
hands down, abba is consenting head pusher. he will only push a persons head during a bj if they consent to it
all these mfs are consent kings/queen btw
fugo might be into cnc tho
why am I making fugo the kinkiest
narancia doesn’t get shit, i feel like he would be very asexual in my mind like he makes sexual jokes and all but hes not really into it and all
someone here is into wax play but I don’t know who- well we know fugo probably is but abba maybe
WHY AM I MAKING FUGO THE KINKIEST HES TRAUMATIZED NOT HORNY AH
mistas into biting and face sitting
also collars-
mista biggest no no is car sex because you know-
WAIT- no I think fugo would still be into library sex despite what happened
melone invited abba and bruno to a sex club once
also maybe a strip club
prosciutto and abba kept making bets on who would get fucked up the most, etc
guess who got fucked up the most
#jjba#jojo bizarre adventure#jjba fanfic#jjba headcanons#jjba imagines#jjba prosciutto#jjba pt 5#jojo part 5#jojo scenarios#jojo imagines#jojo kimyou na bouken#jjba scenarios#jojo headcanons#passione#bucci gang#bucci gang headcanons#giomis#guido mista#giorno giovanna#narancia ghirga#leone abbacchio#bruno bucciarati#fugo pannacotta#trish una#jojo smut#jjba smut
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your fave pinching your cheeks between thumb and forefinger to get you to pout to painstakingly apply your lipstick for you, only so they can completely ruin it by pushing you onto your knees and thrusting their cock into your mouth <3
#nat.txt#or their strap!!!!#miss miko miss lisa i am free every day#but actually i was thinking. i was thinking about prosciutto.#not sfw text
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Let’s Celebrate Love: a Valentine’s Day Collab
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." —Lao Tzu.
As February not only marks as the month of love (with Valentine’s Day), but also, according to fanon, the birthday month for Jotaro, and as a personal milestone, it’s been a year since I created Anika (her birthday is in December, same as mine) and a year since I selfshipped with Jotaro, I decided to create this Valentine’s Day collab dedicated to only oc x canon shippers and selfshippers for fandoms. Here are the details:
A collab for self-shippers, self-insert x canon and oc x canon shippers, so feel free to be as self-indulgent as you want. <3
I also accept polyamorous relationships and love triangles if you wanted to include them ^_^
As it is a NSFW collab, all genres are allowed, INCLUDING dark content. That being said, minors, ageless blogs, blank blogs, b0ts, and pro-shippers, please DNI with this collab.
Fandoms: Mainly JJBA (since this is predominantly a JJBA OC and selfshipping blog), but I do extend this to all fandoms.
For this, it’s preferable to follow my main and/or nsfw blogs (@jotatetsuken & @musings-and-moans , i am on a mini hiatus there rn, but i may be active here) and if you're especially of the jjba fandom, it's preferable to also follow me on this blog (@/anikasenkujo) for oc x canon and selfshipping content. I’d also appreciate it if you don’t unfollow me after you’ve posted <3
You can club your entry for this collab with other collabs as well provided the other party agrees.
How many times can you enter? As many as you want, but, one oc x canon piece and one selfship piece for the fandoms you will be writing.
For example: I am allowed to only write once for Jotaro x Shyna (selfship) and for Jotaro x Anika (oc x canon), once for Nanami x Shyna (selfship) and once for Nanami x Akane (my JJK OC), etc
If you do have multiple OCs for the same fandom, I shall get back to you on that soon ✨
Writing and drawing in all forms are allowed (drabbles, fics, oneshots, headcanons, moodboards, sketches, linearts, etc). Even playlists as well. <3
No limit to word count, however, please do include a read more if your fic is 500+ words to avoid clogging the dashboard.
Soft Deadline: 28th February, 2023 (Ideal to post on or before Valentine's Day, but if you're unable to post by then, it's not an issue, but just let me know please)
Please do rb this post so that many people would know, and once when you’ve posted for the collab, please tag @/anikasenkujo and use this tag: 🌹celebrate love collab
How to Join:
-> Please send me your requests to join the collab through asks (to @/anikasenkujo) and not private DMs.
-> Please do specify if it’s a write-up (with the type of write up: fic/drabble/hcs), artwork, or even moodboards.
-> Please be especially respectful in your asks.
-> I will also allow changes if necessary (change of character, type of ship, dropping from the collab). So, you can send me an ask or DM me (only if we’re moots) if you want to drop out or change anything in your collab entry.
-> Do specify if it will be a sfw, nsfw, angst or dc, or a combo (it can be nsfw and dc or sfw and angst, etc)
Format: I would like to join the Valentine's Day collab, by writing a nsfw drabble and moodboard for Jotaro Kujo x Anika Sen (Jojo OC)
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Jotaro Kujo x Anika Sen (Jojo OC) (NSFW Drabble + Moodboard) - @/anikasenkujo
LavBruAbba (Lavanda Di Costa (Jojo OC) x Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio) - @spicyrequiem (NSFW Oneshot)
Jotaro Kujo x Ziza Kahn (Jojo S/I) x Noriaki Kakyoin (Polyship) - @tangytiramisu (SFW art)
Jotaro x Madison (Jojo OC) x Kakyoin (Polyship) (SFW Art) - @aeons-domain
Melone x Avelino (Jojo OC) x Pesci (Polyship) (SFW fic) - @angelminci
Prosciutto x Reader (NSFW fic) - @jellyluchi
Black Clover
Fuegoleon Vermillion x Solara Equinox (Black Clover OC) (SFW Art + Fic) - @thoughtfullyrainynightmare
Tagging:
@jellyluchi @mapesandoval @magthemage @theschneckenhouse @spookysinner45 @widdlepeets @flowers-n-felines @shaylistic @weeb-coffee @amberswords @bowcherry @aeons-domain @abellaheart-blog @mrsgiovanna @ofallthingswhythis @whinestonecowgirl @wakatshi @i4sgwr
@nyaaaaanma @blueparadis @romiyaro @kagejima @ceo-of-daichi @zorotits @sennsational @cherrykamado @alterbubs @sookisaurus @suguruenjoyer @thoughtfullyrainynightmare
#🌹celebrate love collab#self ship community#we talk about selfships#we talk about oc x canon ships#multifandom#self shipping#oc x canon
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Get to know me
Name: Johnny
Age: 18
Requests are open!
Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU
TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan
Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon
Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands
Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly
Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader
Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world
Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine
Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)
Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando
Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna
Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando
Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura
Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio
Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci
Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)
Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet
Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira
Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru
I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow
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Mi dai sui nervi!
A/N: I'm supremely late but this is part of Celebrate Love Collab by @anikasenkujo for Valentine's Day! At least I'm somewhat on time for White day!
Ao3 Link
Pairing: Prosciutto x Reader
Genre: NSFW
Warnings: daddy kink, improper use of stands,tentacle bondage, dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, cream pie, voyeurism, multiple penetration (both cock and tentacles), degradation, possessive behavior, angry sex
Summary: You tease Prosciutto a bit much on Valentine's day, leading you to your exhausting yet sexy demise.
“It’s not right,” Prosciutto says, taking a sip from his coffee, sitting across from you he’s the perfect visage of relaxation in his rare casual clothing, a fitting sight for the reason you’re here. But his face contrasts entirely, brows turned down and eyes squinting just a bit as he looks at you, the smug little smile on your face irritating him more. “The process of making pasta should be treated with more respect than you are giving it.”
Resting your head over your palm, you let your elbow stand on the table, the white tablecloth reflecting the sun beautifully and you remember why you’re here. After rigorously saving money, your husband finally arranged a trip for you two outside of Italy, and given the perfect timing, you two chose to plan it for Valentine’s day. What better day to be in the city of love, Paris, than the day of love itself?
Seated with your favorite outfit on and feigning innocence towards his mood, you continue, “but pasta is pasta, it tastes good no matter what. So what if it’s a little soggy? Or even a little soft?”
The petulant sight that leaves Prosciutto’s lips tells you that you’re going in the right direction, you almost expect him to start shaking his leg under the table in frustration.
“That’s not how it’s supposed to be cooked, Tesoro. Do you not remember how I taught you?” A sudden vision of a very excited Prosciutto enters your mind as you remember his meticulous explanation of the pasta boiling process.
“ Every rule doesn’t have to be followed… People make changes to recipes all the time, it’s no big deal.” The dawn of a scowl forms on Prosciutto’s perfect lips, his naturally angry eyes growing angrier by the second at your dismissal. It’s odd, he thinks, you’d never shown this much nonchalance when it came to cooking at home, what got into you?
“It’s not about the recipe, my darling, pasta making is a craft!” He says, his hands starting to gesture in a very stereotypical way. Holding back a giggle, you decide it’s time for your final blow. If you want to see a man like Prosciutto truly riled up, you will just have to pretend to disagree with his every statement in a way that’s just condescending enough for him to take the bait.
“Oh please, it’s not that deep.” Expecting him to lose his patience in your face, you look away towards the other patrons of the quaint cafe you two decided to visit during the afternoon. Most other customers are deep within their conversations, completely ignorant of the little game you two are playing. Except for one lone man reading a newspaper nearby…
A dark chuckle escapes Prosciutto’s lips and you turn to him, the sound dangerous from the way he looks at you and you realize any farther would be crossing a line. A warning flashes in your brain but you decide to ignore it.
“I see what you’re trying to do. You just want to get punished.” Crossing his legs, Prosciutto sits back as if satisfied at having figured out your plan and waiting for you to pout at him as you usually do when you’re mad. “You won’t get what you want from me so easily.”
Yet, he doesn’t get the pleasure of seeing your plan fail as you give him a genuine smile, one that feels too nice. Suddenly, he feels your foot near his calf pressing and caressing gently, a smooth motion sending sensation up his leg.
Immediately stiffening his body, he keeps his breathing from becoming uneven, thanking his luck that the table clock covers your activities from being viewable to the cafe’s patrons. A blush crawls its way to his cheeks, coloring the pale white of his skin a beautiful rose.
“Is that so?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as your legs threaten to go higher into his thigh, yet the scowl never leaves his face. He looks so handsome, you think, blushing prettily for you with the seething anger of a tiny kitten. “If I wanted to be punished… my methods would be far different than you could imagine.”
With your warm, gentle touch leaving his leg, Prosciutto looks at you confused when you stand up from the table. But he doesn’t have to ask you where you’re going as you walk up to the lone man you’d noticed earlier. With the blush now dissipating, all of his blood rushes elsewhere as Prosciutto’s knuckles go white from anger.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” You ask the man who shakes his head no. He must be no older than forty and you try to suppress the excitement of having your husband watch you talk to an older, handsome man. You feel electricity run through you as you think of Prosciutto’s hawk-like eyes on you two from his spot, the jealousy making a terrible mixture with his anger. Taking the seat, you make idle chatter, making sure your proximity to him
Soon, you learn his name is Phillipe, a local businessman who seems rather confused at your attempt to speak to him, yet shows no sign of refusal. In fact, his warm smile and laugh at your terrible jokes seems rather inviting. Sneaking a glance, you realize Prosciutto kept his eyes stuck to your figure the entire time, now smoking one of his cigarettes impatiently, and you catch his thigh shaking from your view of him. It’s a wonder he hasn’t decided to drag you away yet, so you push your limits.
Leaning closer to the man, you ask him to repeat what he was saying, as if you couldn’t hear over the minimal commotion of the outdoor cafe, your hand coming to rest on his arm. Phillipe says something inconsequential yet you laugh heartily, your hand now moving to his one on the table.
With your heart pounding in your ears you wait for the devil to come to get you. And within what feels like seconds, you sense your husband’s presence behind you, taking a hold of your free hand, his voice coming an unnatural baritone from above. “Let’s go.” You didn’t see when he crushed his cigarette under his foot or when he strode with all the determination that his body could muster and the fire of a thousand suns burning within his mind.
“Oh, goodbye!” You say politely to the man before your companion could pull you away, his grip on your wrist firms, almost painful. “Prosciutto?”
He would not look at you, barely registering your voice as you two make the quiet way back to your hotel room. Your questions fell on deaf ears in the hallway and the elevator.
Blood rushes past your ears as you wonder if your game has gone too far. But Prosciutto closes the door to your room rather gently when you expect him to slam it.
“What’s going on? Why won’t you speak to me?” When he finally looks at your face you see the sparkle of his blue eyes have turned them into dangerous, dark cobalt. Long gone is the smugness and mischief that you bore moments ago, replaced with alarm and anxiety. Yet you can’t help but find it somewhat lustful just how jealous he must have gotten for him to be looking at you this way. Swimming in the depths of his shimmering eyes is a possessiveness you’ve yet to see from him.
“How can you ask me that after what you were just doing?” He asks back, clearly restraining his voice to keep from shouting at you. The amount of self-control he subjects himself to only adds to your arousal and you look at his shaking fists. Suddenly running a hand over his face, he turns towards the window overlooking the beautiful city. And you wonder if you’ve ruined your Valentine’s day for both you and your beloved.
“Wait, Pros, I-”
“You very much wanted that punishment didn’t you?...” Prosciutto mutters, not looking back at you.
“What?”
A sudden cold sensation overtakes you, as you feel the presence of something at your back. Before you could blink, your body is pulled towards the bed in one fell sweep and you land on the mattress somewhat disoriented with a vice-like grip from something that keeps you from moving. Your head rests against something that is there and also not as if a phantom grabbed you by the waist and you realize the large robotic hand that pulled you in is none other than your husband’s stand, The Grateful Dead.
A couple of eyes stare back at you from its arm when you look towards Prosciutto for answers.
“Prosciutto! What’s going on?!”
Your feet are kept from squirming as the tendrils from the stand body roam your flesh greedily, quickly getting beneath your clothes. Despite the discomfort, you can’t deny the heavy feeling of arousal between your legs, pitting at the bottom of your stomach and you almost moan when a tentacle ghosts over your nipple.
Your husband finally turns around, facing you with the apathy of a jaded man. You notice the straining erection tight within his pants as he takes off his jacket with one sensuous motion. Muscles protruding from under his shirt, Prosciutto looks the epitome of hardened mafioso when he strips, something you’ve come to appreciate over the years in your relationship.
“Playing silly games with me,” he spits, his tone venomous with rage. As you feel his stand’s hold on you get tighter you realize just how much anger you’d roused in your husband with your actions. Despite the terrifying realization, you only feel yourself ache more between the thighs, the thought of his wrath only tantalizes you further.
“I’m sorry Daddy,” you let slip, moaning as the tendrils squeeze your soft flesh at the perfect spots, your favorite spots. In some quick motions, he’s able to get you entirely naked, not caring much for the fabric it ruins. You whimper at the manhandling, noticing that your Daddy ignored the pathetic apology, opting to fill his pockets with his hands while watching the show of your defilement with keen eyes.
Whimpers and moans echo on the walls as The Grateful Dead restricts your body with strict yet delicate strokes, the strange feeling of the tentacles overtaking all your senses inch by inch. You notice your Daddy sitting nearby, drinking in the filthy sight with his legs wide open, showcasing the protruding of the member you so wish was inside you instead.
As a tentacle penetrates you more roughly than you were expecting, you imagine it’s your Daddy’s warmth, and the slick flickering of your nipples is your daddy’s tongue.
“Puttana,” he comments slowly, letting you watch him palm himself with barely restrained desperation. You know he wants to be inside you as badly as you’d like him to be. Biting your lip, you lose yourself in the pleasure of his derogatory word, quickly nearing your climax from the overwhelming stimulation from his stand. As the first waves of pleasure wash over you, you arch your back, legs shaking from the impact, only to realize the tendrils have not stopped their movements.
Screaming from the overstimulation, your hands clutch at the sheets for some semblance of sanity within the experience. Mind going completely blank, your muscles ache everywhere, yet you only want more, allowing the stand to bring forth another orgasm from within you. its tentacles now cover more than half your body.
“Please! Please, please, please,” you repeat, the sound of your voice now a broken record at the mercy of your husband’s wrath. The ache only worsens as there is no time for rest. The Grateful Dead is a stand as ruthless as its master, covering your mouth so you only hum from the restriction and its assault on your body, the sound of your wet entrance feeling like music to your Daddy’s ears. You see him now, still watching you with such hunger yet having the self-control
Without comprehending any of your own words, you beg for your Daddy in broken, incohesive bursts. Whether for his stand to let you go or for him to offer you his length, you don’t know. Full to the brim and spent to the last drop of your sweat you finally relax when the tendrils slow their motion to a halt. Your breathing labors from the strenuous climax, but a tug from your arm has you whimpering from the firm grip it still has on you.
Naked and bared to your Daddy, you still contain the shame and humiliation of him watching you get fucked by his stand, yet it keeps your arousal intact. And you let your legs spread wider when he nears with a satisfied, sinister smirk. Finally losing his shirt, he works on his belt buckle knowing it would make you moan just from the sight alone.
The bed creaks from the weight of your Daddy’s knees as towers over your helpless body.
“My my… What a filthy little whore you make,” he whispers, hand coming to squeeze at your large belly, moving closer and closer to where you want it most. Your chest rises and falls from the sound you make as a reply. With a gentle finger, he prods at your entrance to see how much his stand has opened you up. A yelp escapes your lips when two fingers slip in easily, the orgasms having left you extremely wet.
“What a sweet little hole hm?” Your Daddy’s fingers stroke your walls pleasurably, having you buck your hips onto his hand immediately. But you so wish it could be his cock instead. As another orgasm nears, you think he would let you have one more, only for his fingers to leave at the last moment.
Whining, you beg for him once more. “Please, Daddy? I promise I’ll be good. I promise!” But your request falls on deaf ears as he continues to edge. You’re not sure how much time passes before the tears crawl from your eyes to your neck.
“Beautiful,” he mutters as your Daddy uses a thumb to smudge the ruined eyeliner, noting the smudged lipstick and ruined makeup caked over your face. He doesn’t stop even for a moment until your cry gets loud enough for the neighboring hotel room to hear.
Too exhausted to beg, you don’t notice when your Daddy finally hovers over your restrained body.
“Let’s have some more fun, shall we?”
If you had the strength you would have attached yourself to him but the restraints keep you in place as you feel his cock tease your entrance. The hot flesh nearly scorches you, yet the smoothness from all your fluids makes you grind, especially when it reaches your peak. Moaning for him, your legs spread farther, subconsciously waiting for him to penetrate.
“Ah!” The sound verbalizes from you as soon as he slaps your entrance with his cock, clearly playing games the way you’d been doing.
“How about this, puttana, admit that you’re Daddy’s filthy slut and I may think about giving you what you want.”
You are in no position to be making any demands, no position to be fighting back, only in place for your holes to be used by your Daddy at his discretion.
“I am! I am… I’m Daddy filthy slut! Please just fill me like the filthy slut I am.” Your begging is finally fruitful as he enters you immediately, hot flesh throbbing against your walls, weeping from the lack of stimulation. He’s just as wet as you were, and you realize just how desperate he’d been for you.
“Don’t you dare cum before I say so,” he threatens, gripping you by the jaw as his thrusts pick up. Your Daddy’s lovemaking is as ruthless as he loves to be. Gripping your wide hips he keeps his stand on you to keep your body in place as his eyes close in pleasure, using you the way you were intended to be. Posessively, his hand squeezes your chest, your belly, and your thighs, muttering "mine, mine, mine," to no one in particular. Your climax is impending and the ache of your muscles has you crying for release yet you hold on to your Daddy’s command.
Heart racing, you feel the tentacles moving once more, this time to your other hole, using the slick from your orgasm to slowly lubricate the muscles. You know your voice will be sore the next day from the exertion when the stand penetrates you once more in tandem with your Daddy’s cock. Filled to the brim, your senses are overwhelmed and you cannot tell how much longer you could go without release.
Body protesting, you feel the arch of your back and the writhing muscles painfully throbbing from the pressure. At least, your Faffy finally releases into you, the thick white fluid pushing you over the edge. His thumb moving to your peak, he finally demands you cum over his cock. With one final shout of ecstasy, your body finally gives away, cumming over his cock and The Grateful Dead’s tentacle.
At least, the stand disappears as Prosciutto’s body drops beside you and you keep yourself from passing out, the feeling of his seed dripping out of you keeping you from losing consciousness.
You don’t expect your husband to suddenly turn to you, checking your hand and legs for any marks, sneakily pulling you into his arms. Not being able to say anything from your mind being foggy, you watch him with interest.
Prosciutto leaves the bed momentarily, still completely naked, and produces a wet, warm towel that he drags over your body where he thinks the grip was too tight. And over your entrance, cleaning you up diligently.
“Would you like some water?”
You nod, your voice not having come back after the activities you just shared with him. He helps you sit up and holds the glass for you to drink after quickly fetching it from the tiny hotel kitchen.
“Is there anything else you’d like?” He asks, once your glass is nearly empty.
“Bathroom,” you blurt out, not even questioning that he helps you stand, walk, and do your business before letting you lay back in bed.
Feeling him come up behind you and drape an arm over your midsection, you allow him this intimacy while looking into his blues.
“I meant it,” he whispers. When you look at him with fatigue and confusion he clarifies himself.
“That you are mine. No matter how many games you like to play with me, or how far your teasing goes… You’re mine.”
The last words slip from his lips like a whisper before his exhausted eyes finally close into a deep sleep.
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Lately ive been thinking of fem prosciutto… shes so hot
u right
long blonde hair perfectly done up with her usual bun style, her slightly drooping cat-like eyes that holds such a commanding gaze, her elongated and editorial model-like body that’s always nicely accentuated with her violet suit and matching pencil skirt and black stockings or slightly flared out pants. She always has her shirt open, so you can have a nice view of her cleavage if you’re oh so brave to sneak a peak before she won’t hesitate to put you in your place for wandering eyes.
freckled bare skin so milky and lush, a nice sizeable size of breasts with mocha-pink nipples , her bigger hips now revealed since she’s not wearing clothes, and her pussy spread out to you - groomed blonde pubes, some of her light brown labia minora poking through her lips, and a juicy clit that’s poking through. Her french-manicured nails digging into your hair and pulling you by it to make you eat her out, all while she sits elegantly in her chair and watches you intently as you eat her pussy out.
she a hottie
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╰┈➤ ❝ Minors, blank/agelss blogs DNI with all of my fanworks. It doesn't matter if it's sfw or not. Nothing I write is targeted to minors, period. ❞
『 Shifting Tide ⊹ 1k wc ⊹ Ao3 』
ೃ⁀➷ Dom Reader/Risotto
ೃ⁀➷ GN pronouns, AFAB Body type. The term 'cunt' and 'clit' is used to describe genitals.
ೃ⁀➷ Cock warming, Dom/sub, degradation, creampie
When you agree to Risotto’s proposition to cock warm him, his expression doesn’t give anything away. On the inside, he’s scheming. He thinks this is going to be an easy way to torment you for once.
『 Endurance ⊹ 4.5k wc ⊹ Ao3 』
જ⁀➴ Dom Reader/Risotto
જ⁀➴ , GN pronouns, No body type specified
જ⁀➴ Dom/sub, Sir kink with the title used in a gender neutral context, masturbation, degradation, choking, bruising/teeth marking, face slapping, crying, dacryphilia, begging, cock and ball torture, aftercare.
Risotto is acting out, you put him in his place.
『 The Five Stages ⊹ 9.4k wc ⊹ Ao3 』
ˏˋ°•⁀➷ Dom Reader/Prosciutto
ˏˋ°•⁀➷ GN pronouns, AFAB body type with descriptions of breasts. The term 'cunt' and 'clit' is used to describe genitals.
ˏˋ°•⁀➷ Mommy Dom, collars, degradation, some hair pulling, restraints, spreader bars, spanking with belt, slight dacryphilia, begging, anal plugs, anal fingering, light rimming, pegging, cock and ball torture, over stimulation, tit sucking, aftercare.
You do your best to give Prosciutto some stress relief in the aftermath of a hit turned sour.
『 Salt of My Earth, Light of My World ⊹ 1k wc ⊹ Ao3 』
ೃ⁀➷ Risotto/Reader
ೃ⁀➷ GN pronouns, no body type descriptions. ೃ⁀➷ Graphic descriptions of blood, violence, gore as well as angst and shitty prose and metaphors. Second person POV that’s all over the place.
Risotto receives help he didn’t ask for. He’s grateful for it regardless.
『 Red Wings ⊹ 4.9k wc ⊹ Ao3 』
જ⁀➴ Reader/Risotto Nero
જ⁀➴ GN pronouns, AFAB fat/chubby body type. The term 'cunt' and 'clit' is used to describe genitals.
જ⁀➴ Light mentions of pet play, menstruation kink, blood kink (lots of blood kink), cunnilingus, consuming of blood (don't do this irl kids), scent kink, some hair pulling, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, felching.
Risotto has a fantasy he's been keeping a secret. You decide to indulge him.
『 The Games We Play ⊹ 2.3k wc ⊹ Ao3 』
ˏˋ°•⁀➷ Bruno Bucciarati/Reader
ˏˋ°•⁀➷ Female Reader with she/her pronouns. They have an ambiguously described stand.
ˏˋ°•⁀➷ PWP, Dom Bruno, sub Reader, teasing, restraints, face slapping, choking, rough piv sex, degradation (whore, slut), slightly inappropriate usage of stands, cream pie.
You're making him pay for the negligence in spades and the way you’re wiggling around in his lap is already beginning to affect him.
『 Rose Tinted Glasses ⊹ 4.3k ⊹ Ao3 』
ೃ♡⁀➷ Risotto/Reader
ೃ♡⁀➷ GN pronouns, AFAB body type. Breasts and genitals are described. Reader is a member of La Squadra with an unmentioned stand.
ೃ♡⁀➷ Handcuffs, super light mentions of dom/sub (?), hair pulling, marking (bruises/scratches), cock & nipple piercings, intimacy, creampie, canon compliant but you'll have to squint to see what I mean by that, the impending tragedy lingering over a loving relationship that's been sealed by fate.
As time pushes Risotto and you towards an inevitability ignorant to you both, you share an intimate night together after returning from a job that's taken you away from the city.
『 The Rain Can Only Heal So Much ⊹ 1.5k ⊹ Ao3 』
°｡⋆⁀➷ Risotto/Reader
°｡⋆⁀➷ GN pronouns, no body type described.
°｡⋆⁀➷ SFW, cuddling, kissing, mentions of depression, sleep deprivation/insomnia.
°｡⋆⁀➷ This work was written exclusively with myself in mind, there might be references to physical attributes or other subjects that will not match up with everyone and their experiences. Do not read if this will be an issue for you, thank you.
Risotto’s been negligent, and you’ve been sleep deprived.
. ✩ . Melone ⊹ 『 "I'm not staring at you, I'm admiring you." 』
. ✁ . Risotto Nero ⊹ 『 "Come here and give me a good night kiss." 』
. ♆ . Jotaro Kujo ⊹ 『 "I'm not staring at you, I'm admiring you." 』
. ☼ . Dio Brando ⊹ 『 "Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you’re awake." and "Sleep, darling. i’ll protect you from the nightmares." 』
. 𓆈 . Diego Brando ⊹ 『 "I'm not staring at you, I'm admiring you." 』
. ✧ . La Squarda . ✧ .
╰┈ What Type of ASMR They Listen To
╰┈ Butt HCs as Shown With Italian/Greek Sculptures
╰┈ Waiting in Line for 6 Hours to Get Hello Kitty Merch
. ❉ . Ghiaccio . ❉ .
╰┈ My General + Backstory HCs
╰┈ Somnophilia HCs (Giving + Receiving)
. ✩ . Melone . ✩ .
╰┈ As Your Best Friend
╰┈ Soft Melone Head Canons
. ■ . Prosciutto . ■ .
╰┈ Surprise Mommy Kink
╰┈ My General + Backstory HCs
╰┈ Somnophilia HCs (Giving + Receiving)
╰┈ What It’s Like to Date Him
╰┈ What He’s Like as the Dominant Partner
. ✁ . Risotto . ✁ .
╰┈ Soft DILF Risotto and Sex
╰┈ Pegging DILF Risotto
╰┈ Soft and Sleepy Night Routine
╰┈ Pretty Boy
╰┈ Discovering A New Kink
╰┈ Fun Times With Fem!Risotto
╰┈ New Dad Risotto Gives La Squadra a Warning
╰┈ Sex With Mer!Risotto
╰┈ Video Games and Cock Warming
╰┈ My General + Backstory HCs
╰┈ Pegging for the First Time
╰┈ Somnophilia HCs (Giving + Receiving)
╰┈ Virgin Priest Risotto Faces off with Incubus/Succubus Reader
╰┈ Cyborg Risotto Comes to You for Repairs
╰┈ Soft Risotto HCs
╰┈ Risotto Dating Someone Just Like Him
╰┈ Beauty and The Beast AU
╰┈ Risotto With a Scent Kink
╰┈ Milking Hucow Risotto
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For the “every breath you take” series, how do you think they like… find out that they’re all ‘pining’ (cough obsessing cough cough wait who said that) over the person that cleans their house... I’m imagining pro and maybe formaggio? (Not risotto because there’s no way he’d ever get caught slacking on his stalking skills, not even by his own teammates lol) somehow making eye contact from across the street and realizing what the other was doing… is it like an immediate brawl or are they too embarrassed? I can imagine Prosciutto trying to be all like “I met them first so therefore they’re mine and you’re all creepy losers fuck off” as if he wasn’t covered in blood when they first met 💀 I don’t know if that’s better or worse than formaggio’s corpse ‘jokes’
Also!!! Eee I’m glad to see you’re into dungeon meshi! Do you read the manga or are you watching the anime (too?)?
Alsox2 will you be transferring all of the posts from your old blog here then or will they be lost to the digital void?
I think I already answered something similar before but it's been literally years so forgive me if I contradict myself!
I do believe they would compromise based on the simple thing that, for now, reader isn't theirs. If they manage to get them, they will probably fight more but Risotto is too authoritative and scary for them to fight too much. But I believe they will be fights over who gets them at some points during the day.
For Dungeon Meshi, I only watched the anime (all the episode that are out at least), but I do intend on picking up the manga at some point. If any of you want to send asks about the characters, go ahead!
For the fics on my other blog, they will be lost to the void because I'm too lazy to transfer everything, but I'm gonna take more n/sfw requests too on here from now on so bring them if you want!
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