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rohansoutsidemydoor · 2 months

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I love drawing Trish man

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 9 months

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La squadra with a s/o Who likes to be spanked and have their hair pulled

With a s/o who likes being choked and spanked

Risotto: Ris has obviously done these things to people in bed before.. I mean look at him…But with this comes some degrading, if you don’t like it tell him but it’s basically just a habit for him. He does praise you as well so… He will not hesitate to fuck you while he yanks you hair and puts your back to his chest, I mean- honestly it’s hot as hell to him as well as it is for you. Risotto isn’t really into spanking as much though, he will do it but it hurts his hand and he doesn’t know why you like it so much. Still hot to him tho.

Prosciutto: He lives for this. His daddy kink shows so bright when you ask him to do these nasty things. Smacks you across the face “you’re too much for daddy, Troia..” he huffs out as he pulls your hair and kissed you neck. He spanks you over his knee all the time. If your acting bratty he will punish you, your ass will be red and you will be crying after, but not crying from pain.. from sexual frustration. He absolutely adores it and you HAVE to count aloud.

Formaggio: Formaggio is such a spanking fan, he loves to spank you all the time. Just smacking your ass in general but he likes to hear you whimper as he fingers you and spanks you. He doesn’t mind hair pulling but it’s not his all time favorite, he just loves to spank you more than anything!

“Oh come on! You weren’t whimpering when you were acting like a bratty slut earlier!” Then another smack comes across your ass

Ghiaccio: Ghiaccio is R O U G H! He loves to be rough and he loves to spank you. Hair pulling isn’t complete if he’s not spanking you while he’s doing it though. Degrading you is all apart of the process. You can’t get through a session without him saying some kind of nasty degrading thing too you. He likes to take his anger out on you so hair pulling and spanking are the way to goooo😩 he absolutely can not get over it. But you will be hurting… everywhere

Melone: melo loves to spank and loves to hair pull. But he pulls hair lightly unlike some people.. (ghiaccio). He pulls you in by your hair and kisses you passionately before you beg him to fuck you, then he spanks you for even thinking to beg like a slut.

“Tsk.. principessa.. begging like a slut isn’t going to get you what you want. Now you know what to do” he points at his lap and you already know to lay over his knees and he makes you out too.

Illuso: He only likes hair pulling no spanking. It hurts his delicate hands and he doesn’t like it. Maybe once in a while he’ll do it but it’s very rare, it only happens when he’s super angry at something and he wants to take it out during sex.

He loves to hair pull tho, yanking you by the hair and hearing you gasp as he pulls you close to him

“What did you say, y/n? You like it when i pull your hair don’t you!?” You whimper and he bites your neck

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caprisun-rat · 2 months

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The evil artstyle trend that took off a couple of months ago on instagram!!

#evil artstyle #guido mista #mista jojo #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #golden wind jjba #the drawing drawer

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danddymaro · 11 months

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Soft Hitmen | Risotto Nero x Reader

A bit of a tender moment.

The reader is effected by a stand that renders her weak.

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Soft Hitmen

You'd been misinformed, terribly so.

Seldom were the times when you encountered other stand users in your job that weren't colleagues, and in the case where they were your target, you had the intel that warned you.

- But not this time.

It was bad, but not much worse when you considered the fact that you’d screwed up even after your lecture.

It had been the three of you, Prosciutto, Risotto, and you out on the field with your eyes aimed at a certain, little hair-brained politician that had gotten too cocky and too much of a liability.

It would have been just you and Prosciutto, but Risotto was forced to oversee given the sloppy nature of your group’s last few operations.

"And why do you need to babysit us," Prosciutto grunted with a halfhearted glare, insulted by Nero's details of the mission. He'd never needed anyone to watch over him, even as a rookie, and he didn't think you needed anyone either.

"We didn't screw up," he added.

At his side you bit your tongue, feeling the same sourness, but not too bothered by the fact that your leader would join you, even from afar.

Risotto noticed the way your lips pursed, and hearing the blonde-haired male's complaint, his teeth grit hard before he took a step closer to you two, the way he looked down at you icy.

" He's had us on a tight leash for the past year..." he started, and you could only imagine the blood in his veins boiling. " And if that isn't bad enough our last two jobs haven't been our best," he reminds you two, an undeniable fact you wince at, much more when his voice has an even shaper edge than usual.

" If we keep this up, It's only a matter of time before he defiantly gets rid of us," he said lowly.

"- And What the hell does he expect, huh?" Prosciutto suddenly says, thoroughly peeved.

"Our cut of the pay is shit compared to everyone else..." He reminds Risotto. " for everything we do..." he added with deep huffs because it was true. You did the dirty work, and you hardly ever got anything back other than a stack of cash that was measily compared to the other guys.

-Not even a thank you was given.

And if that wasn't bad enough there were periods where you weren't needed at all.

"...Besides... we got it done," you pipe up in regard to the sloppy operations, but barely.

You didn't like arguing too much with your leader.

You knew it wasn't his fault, but every now and then you couldn't help voicing your own annoyances.

Risotto suddenly placed a hand on one of your shoulders, the strong grip surprising you enough to make you look up at the man that had his other hand on Proscuitto's opposite shoulder.

"We'll get our moment," he said simply, which meant so many things, but you could only think of one that would solve your every issue.

'One day...we'll kill him...and we'll take what we deserve,'

You hardly spoke of it, too shaken by what would occur if the Boss caught any wind of treason, but you had all silently agreed that it was the only way to breathe free.

-Especially after what he’d done to Sorbet and Gelato.

The gruesome memory still gave you cold shivers.

"But for now...we do our jobs, without failure. Without so much as a hitch," Risotto reminded you.

You were there because you had talents.

Because any fool could kill, but it took a special bunch to do so efficiently, without so much as a change in air that would hint at it being foul play.

You gave Risotto a fierce nod, and slowly, Prosciutto followed too, though with a little curl to his upper lip that displayed existing annoyance.

"Fuck..." you could barely speak, seized by terrible shivers that left you weakened and to your knees.

Proscuitto took hold of you, cradling you close, saving you from impact, and he watched over his shoulder as he saw your target leave with two of his bodyguards, one of which had rendered you to the state you were now.

The nearly vacant street let him catch a clear view, and he contemplated just letting you fall so he could take care of the job before risotto appeared beside you two, agitation evident in his face that you could barely witness through your impairing sight.

"It's a stand user...maybe two..." Proscuitto stated, having a suspicion the second guy was also one.

You then pushed him away, standing on unsteady footing as you glared in that direction too.

"We have to..." you said while taking a step in the direction before you fell to a knee, and as Proscuitto moved to you again, you, used your arm to ward him off, something he huffed at.

Hesitation was not one of his typical traits, but given that you were a woman, he'd always been just a tad bit gentler with you out of pure instinct, something you noticed.

Granted, eventually down the line he cared about you, but the initial consideration was due to that, and you were thankful for it.

Otherwise, he'd beat you around just as badly as he did Pesci.

Delirium hit you and your surroundings grew darker and murkier, and with a soft exhale, you stood back up on wobbly legs.

Shivering, you hugged yourself, backing up into the outstretched arm of your leader as he wordlessly caught you. Seeing your need to stand on your own, he made sure to grip you hard before his body came closer.

You craned your head back to look at the man but found it dreadful as your head felt too heavy and it hung back.

"Go..." Risotto told Prosciutto, trusting that now that he was aware of the retaliations, he'd finish the job himself.

The ashy-haired man doubted your assignment could go any further south, and he trusted Prosciutto to take care of it.

At that moment you hated yourself, much more with how feeble you felt.

"Please..." you start, and you find it in you to somehow move your body to face him, your hands daringly reaching out to take hold of his shirt, holding on with the last bit of strength that you could gather.

"- stay with me, " you tell him, breathing hard, batting your eyes at him pathetically. You practically have tears in them, and as he looks down, his own eyes slightly widen at the words.

You don't know why you say that, why the words just drip out of your drying mouth, but they do.

And perhaps it's because that's why you had wanted to tell him so many times before.

Like, that one time he'd lead you home after you'd all decided to have a few drinks at some crappy bar.

"I should have..." you incoherently think out loud, having thought of the moment so much, wishing you would have had the guts to invite him in to stay the night.

Meanwhile, Risotto could feel his heart race, thudding strongly in his chest.

He would have to pick each of your little fingers off of his top to go free, and the idea was unbearable.

And how could he?

the word of denial he wanted to strongly let loose was locked in his chest, unable to escape as he looked at you, finding your weakened state somehow enticing.

He had hardly ever seen you so desperate, and much more with that need directed at him.

You needed him ; an idea he'd never considered.

"Risotto..." The way you said his name had him feeling strange, and he felt his own desperation too, one that had him driven to cocoon you safely within his arms.

"Are you mad at me...?" you could hardly say it without a few tears welling in your eyes.

Disappointing him always felt like a punch in the gut...it was nearly unbearable.

Without a word he picked you up, easily doing so with his strong build, the question going unanswered as he moved in silence.

He headed towards the black-tinted car you'd arrived in, easing you down with a gaze that would have left you weak had you caught sight of it.

Warmth graced the scarlet orbs even as he shook his head in disapproval, leaving you resting on the back seat.

"Idiot..." he muttered.

- He should be.

"I am..." he added lowly as he leaned back on his seat, staring up at the car's roof in frustration.

Since when did hitmen become so soft, they stupidly stood as shields for other members, rendering themselves useless?

As he sat there in wait, he expected that when Prosciutto came back, he thanked you with something other than a half-assed mutter.

He watched you through the mirror, his gaze softening as he continued to watch your face form subtle expressions in your sleep, most of witch were short grimaces.

"Idiot..." he said again, his eyes closing while he waited, occasionally checking on you.

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ieaiaioshine · 11 months

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Bruno Bucciarati headcanon:

WARNING: N/SFW

Am I the only one who thinks that Bruno as a boyfriend can be a bit... perverted?

I mean, everyone says that he is very affectionate, romantic and a total gentleman. And I DON'T deny that. But I think that in some specific moments he can show his naughtier side...

He is very good at flirting, an expert. He knows how to look at you, how to touch you, how to provoke you... Alone he is more "explicit", but in public (in his free time, not at work, which takes it very seriously) I think he could discreetly grope you to provoke you and see your reaction... To later, most likely, have sex when you two have arrived in his car parked in a lonely parking lot.

He, in bed, is very romantic, and in the act he can tell you the odd compliment. But the days when he's more naughty... He can say dirty things in your ear, while then he looks directly into your eyes to see your reaction with a mischievous smile... While you melt with shame and don't even want to look at him his eyes... That would be the moment when he would force you to look at him, and you can only feel even more embarrassed... He loves seeing you like this.

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nori-kakyoin · 2 months

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megan thee stallion wearing a bruno bucciarati inspired dress the the crunchyroll anime awards

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weredyke · 2 months

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my boy be movin!

#jjba #vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure #golden wind #jjba part 5 #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #megan thee stallion #anime awards

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tojigasm · 2 months

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Mother alert.

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lainfangirl · 1 year

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#mutuals #anime #manga #memes #fandom #fandoms #anime mutuals #books #movies #tv shows #banana fish #jjba part 5 #13 reasons why #squid game #ash lynx #golden wind #danganronpa

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orphetoon · 5 months

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bugs when u pick up a rock

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#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #guido mista #giorno giovanna #bruno bucciarati #trish una #pannacotta fugo #golden wind #vento aureo

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rohansoutsidemydoor · 5 months

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I RUINED MY HAND FOR THIS

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 9 months

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What was that about?!

Ghiaccio x f!reader

You were chatting with Formaggio, laughing periodically at his jokes and or course he liked to make the hot chick laugh so he moved closer and started telling you even funnier things. You couldn’t stop laughing. You leaned back with your hand against your chest and while still laughing you let your hand fall onto his thigh, laugh dieing down as you smiled at Formaggio. He was thinking you two were gonna kiss, of course you two didn’t.. because Ghiaccio bursted through the hallway yelling about something, stopping dead in his tracks when he made his way into the living room to see your hand on Formaggio and his hand making is way up your thigh aswell.

“What the hell is going on here??”

You frantically moved your hand and Formaggio’s

“Nothing, Ghiaccio. For someone whos stand is just being cold all the time you really gotta learn to chill out.” The man got up and walked away with his hands in his pockets like nothing bothered him

“My stand isn’t just being cold, you dick!! Is that all I am to you people??? A joke!?” He walked over to you swiftly and grabbed you by the wrist, leaning down so he was face to face with you.

“You’re coming with me. right fucking now” he yanked you and you instinctively followed him.. I mean what choice did you really have.

Ghiaccio walked into his room, you followed after he yanked you harder. He locked the door and pushed you against it.

“What was that all about, Gattina?” His voice was soft but you knew he wasn’t going to play nice about this “do I really have to show everyone here who you really belong to?” He tilted your head

“No.. nothing happened Ghiaccio. I promise..” you two weren’t dating but you weren’t not dating.. it was complicated.

His fist clenched against the door

“Oh really? Well from my perspective it looked like you two were about to make out!?” He hit the door behind you and it rattled you to your core. His member was pushing against your leg.

“G-ghia.. your.. it’s pushing against me.”

“And? What about it? You wanna help me with it, slut?!” You stayed silent

“Yaknow what. That’s an excellent punishment. Get on your knees and suck it, puttana.”

You got on your knees and undid his belt, peeling back his boxers, his cock springing forward. You took it into your hands and kissed the head.. getting a delightful sigh from him.. though it didn’t last long. He smacked your hand away

“Sluts like you don’t need to use your hands” The man’s thumb went across your bottom lip.

You nodded and started taking his cock into your mouth, it pressing against the back of your throat.. making you gag slightly. Your face went red with embarrassment

“What? Too big for my little girl?” His voice was softer now

You slid your mouth off of his cock and swallowed, “yes sir.. it’s too big to fit all the way..” he lifted you up and moved you over to the bed

“Maybe your talented body can do something else, hmm?” Ghiaccio quickly swiped your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit while he stroked his cock; pre cum forming.

“You want it? Huh!? You want me to Fuck You, whore!?”

“Yes sir!”

“Scream it then, Troia. Scream so everyone knows how much of a slut you are!!”

“Ghia! Fuck I want your cock! I’m just a dirty slut and all I ever want is sex!! Please fuck me!! Please!!!”

His face was beet red, a smile plastered across it.

“Oh dear. Well if you say so..” he turned you over and had your ass in the air, then slid his cock into your sopping pussy.

You le out a sigh as you gripped the pillow

Ghiaccio started thrusting hard, not giving any warning before hand. Of course “sluts” are experienced with this so you didn’t need it.

He started moving faster and snapping his hips harder. Your moans filled the room.

Ghiaccio hand gripped the back of your neck and pushed you into the pillow.

“Shut up, Whore! Now you’re being too loud!”

You bit your lip as he continued to pound into you at a vigorous pace, you surely will be bruised in the morning. Your orgasm was close and his was too, his hand smacked you ass as he pounded you.

“Ah Ghia. Im gonna c- oh fuck!” You reached your orgasm and with a few more hard thrusts Ghiaccio did aswell. Pulling out of you, his cum dripping out. He smirked and got something to help clean up.

Bonus

Ghiaccio left the room to get you your water, Formaggio, Illuso and Prosciutto were sitting in the kitchen. Formaggio and illuso were snickering the whole time he was out there getting he drink.

“What?” Ghiaccio asked

Formaggio looked at illuso “oh nothing” they continued to snicker.

Ghiaccio shrugged and started to walk away until he heard illuso and formaggio start talking again

“oH gHiA! HArDEr!!” Formaggio exclaimed, mimicking your voice

“YoUrE a slUT, y/N! BAd GirL!!” Illuso mimicked Ghiaccio.

Prosciutto chuckled. Needless to say he also had to break up a fight between the men.

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danddymaro · 1 year

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Aftermath | Leone Abbacchio x Reader

After the fight with Illuso, so i guess that’s the title lol

I need abba fluff

Overly sweet abba I.E [SIMP]

word count: 1100

Aftermath

A little kiss to the temple makes you slightly recoil, the gentle affection responded with a wince that showed how uncomfortable you still were.

It wasn't because you were trying to get away from the long haired man's touch, but instead, it was an instinct you had upon the contact that still stung.

the discolored spot is greeted with a soft press, and while such a gesture is sweet, it does little to soothe the pain.

It aches, however, you would admit that the tenderness he shows you makes your heart melt, and forces a little smile to form.

As you close your eyes for a moment while you reach one of your hands to your darling's arm as your own form of reassurance.

Coincidentally, it'd been the arm that had ended in a bloody stump a few moments prior, and you couldn't stop thinking about how it was now back in place.

- like it never happened.

It's only briefly that your eyes find their way to the golden-haired teen within your group.

He's silent, even while standing next to Fugo, and it seems that he doesn't pay any mind to you and your curious peek.

But you're certain he knows. After all, you can feel his gaze every now and then, and during one of those glances, he must have seen you.

Before, you'd caught him staring like he had his own questions, but it was only at that moment that you actually paid him any mind.

Even while introduced to you, you hadn't really bothered to speak to him aside from the initial, pleasant 'hello'.

But now, his entire demeanor and what lay beyond his gaze became interesting.

you actually found yourself curious as to what he didn't say and wanted to voice to you.

You then released a thoughtful hum, thinking over how all things considered, Giorno Giovanna was a valuable asset; a lucky card in your deck.

At the end of the day, he'd somehow managed to tame purple haze; doing the unthinkable and coming out alive from the stand's exposure.

it was remarkable, even admirable how much fearlessness it took for him to do what he did, because while you considered fugo a friend, family even, his stand was another story.

"- Are you okay?" Leone then speaks as he moves his arm so he can hold your reaching hand, and you stop thinking about all the analytical parts of life in that moment.

Instead, you try to focus on Leone instead.

You don't say a word, rather, you purse your lips, barely nodding, your attention still elsewhere even if you bring your eyes to your loved one.

All because you can’t stop thinking about how much of a difference your new member meant.

You owed Giorno, you owed him your life, and it's not because he'd fixed up your messed up shoulder, but because after how nasty your dear Abbacchio had been, he'd still offered his help.

Kindly, without a shred of malice.

And if there was a way into your heart, it was through Abbacchio.

"Mia Amata," Leone then whispers gently, and he sounds a little pouty as he knows he's ignored.

Your mind is elsewhere, and he doesn’t know if you’re too stunned by everything that had happened, or in a sudden spell, thinking about something else entirely.

His lips brush over your knuckles before he gives each a small peck, and after he's done there he holds his position, looking up at you with expectancy, hoping that's enough to get your full attention.

He sounds terribly lovesick, and that's enough to rouse the gentlest chuckle from you, fully snapping you back to reality.

"I'm alright, " you say, guaranteeing him that that mirror jerk hadn't done anything worse than to disorient you enough to slam your head into a brick wall.

All things considered, you could have ended up much worse.

he stares at the bruise on your forehead, and he chews on his lower lip in a way that lets you know he has more to say, but he's biting back.

His eyebrows furrow before he shakes his head slowly, nearly tutting at you.

"I though I told you not to do anything stupid," he mutters seconds before his forehead gently presses against yours, and you don’t mind as it doesn’t touch the sore spot on the side of your head.

There's a mix of frustration and mirth in his tone, and any fool could catch onto it.

- like he's annoyed with you, but all the same amused.

"If it were the other way around..." you start with just a bit of sass in your voice, and he knows well what you mean.

You don’t even have to finish up on what you’re gonna say.

He has no room to say anything because he'd give his life for you.

Easily, and without question.

"...you're going to be the death of me," he breathes with a single airy chuckle of his warming your heart.

he detests the thought of you being hurt, but he's touched by how you'd risk your life for him too.

"Are you saying I'm no good for you?" You say with a little pout of your own, looking away with playful melancholy he scoffs at.

"You're the best damn thing to ever happen to me," he admits without a doubtful eyebat, but you already know that.

- you just wanted to hear it again.

Little scares like these bring out the part of him that's just a bit too sweet and is usually reserved for alone time, and you can’t get enough of that side of him.

"What I'm saying is that I can't live without you, you hardheaded idiot," he says with only an inch between your lips.

"You already know that..." he huffs, knowing your game, aware you're just being a little jerk at that point.

By then he's done with words, going in for another kiss and you smile back, waiting.

You even stretch out your arms so they slide over his shoulders and dangle there as he gives you your smooch.

And you aren’t thinking about it, but one of your legs kicks back creating a cheesy image of a doting couple in the midst of a passionate exchange.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and just when you start to feel warmer, forgetting that you’re not alone, he pulls back slowly, just enough to press your foreheads against each other again.

He breathes just a bit heavier, matching your own exhales, and it makes you laugh when you notice how much color suddenly warms his face.

Before you part, you look into his eyes, and you can’t imagine living in a world without him.

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