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mink-place · 2 years

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Can I request basically this but reversed? They're the ones injured during a mission and they're able to watch their s/o absolutely rock the enemy's shit in retaliation for hurting their partner from the sidelines? Ty!

Hello, anon! Thank you for your request, here it is!

Injured La Squadra with an s/o that protects them.

Risotto Nero

He didn't expect to get hurt, since he's careful on the battles, but then a hit got him bleeding out on the floor, feeling too weak to stand up since the pain was horrible.

His s/o, who was with him on the mission, looked at the enemy with rage and started to attack them, fast and rough hits were landed on the enemy.

He's really surprised since they seem to be more applied on the mission now that he's injured, won't say anything though, he'll try to close the wound with Metallica.

When they finish beating the life outta the enemy, he'll thank them for finish the mission, apologizing for not being helping them since he was injured.

He'll heal himself, but if his partner want to help is okay.

Prosciutto

He's upset with himself for getting hurt knowing that he has to end the mission, but he trusts his s/o to finish the enemy.

But they he saw his s/o lost themselves and in a blink, the enemy was dead on the floor.

He's kinda surprised, but just tries to stand up even if he's bleeding out.

“Don't move, Pros, it's alright.” they pick him up/make him hold onto them.

“Good job, I must say that was quick.” he has a slight blush of embarrasment for not being strong enough to help on the mission, but that's not important now that the mission has ended.

Pesci

In the moment he sees himself not being capable of help his partner on the mission, he feels so weak.

“I-I'm sorry, I c-” he's disrupted by the sound of a rough hit, followed by more.

He's shocked, but also relived that they can defend themselves, even if he knew that before, he was feeling nervous.

When they finally give the final hit to the enemy, they rush to help Pesci.

“T-that was amazing, I'm really s-sorry.” he apologizes between pain yelps.

“Don't worry, now we have to heal you.”

He's fascinated by his partner, how they can be that cool and be so great at their job? He feels kinda bad of himself, because he was injured and couldn't help them.

Formaggio

He fell to the floor, with an horrible wound on his stomach, bleeding out.

“S-shit.” he curses, trying to get up.

When the enemy was about to finish him, his partner jumped into action and punched them hard, beating him nonstop.

He's amazed and tries to cheer his s/o to kick the enemy even harder, encouraging them to break their bones.

When they have finished he'll talk about how amazing that was and teasing them for beating the shit of the enemy because he was injured.

“That was because I was dying, I know you really love me!”

“You're still dying, Maggio.”

Ghiaccio

He's pissed for getting distracted and because of that get injured, now he's bleeding, laying on the floor with and inmense pain on his body.

Even if he tried to get up, he couldn't and because of that he gets even MORE pissed and lose his energy on getting frustrated and hitting the floor.

Then he heards a noise, like someone is being pushed to the ground, followed by more sounds like that, one more loud than other.

He looks up and sees his s/o beating up the person who injured him, punch by punch, faster and rougher.

He's kinda confused, why didn't they attack like that sooner? Then maybe he wouldn't be bleeding out on the floor.

When they approach him, he frowns looking at them, he's not mad, he's just confused and also in pain.

“Why didn't you...” he stops, giving up, he's still bleeding, he prefers to get healed as soon as possible.

Melone

He's shocked, he barely gets this hurt on the missions thanks to Baby Face's son, that can be far away from him.

But he got hurt! Now, he barely can stand pain in these situations, he's bleeding out, he's nervous, is he going to die!?

He was going to try and crawl away to avoid any other damage, but the enemy was getting closer, ready to end Melone.

Then a quick hit send the enemy flying away, his s/o saved him! And they looked really mad.

They kept hitting the enemy until they passed out, bleeding even worse than himself.

“D-di molto! Now, I would like your help, bello/a, if you don't mind.”

He would want them to heal him, that's romantic, at least for him.

Illuso

He felt an unbearable pain run through his body in the instant he flew from a rough hit of the enemy, he must have broken some bones.

“Fuck!” now he can't stand up and he has his ego damaged, damn enemy!

He feels safer on the mirror world, he didn't want to die so he had to escape, but in the instant he was to use his stand the enemy flew even harder than he did, his partner punched them!

He'll watch pleased the show, even if he was bleeding out, hell yeah! His s/o was incredible! Not as great as him, but close enough.

“Have you done? That was... Good, but I'm still here, dying.” he'll inform once his partner has killed the enemy.

It took a lot, I'm sorry for that :[

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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Are the requests truly open? ;u; does that mean I may request more neko content, possibly with la squadra? I know the brainrot on here is real for Prosciutto and Risotto but I'm weak for Illuso and Formaggio and I'd die a happy kitten if you could write about them being alone at hq for the weekend to care for the neko which turns into a contest: whose food does neko like more, whose bed does the kitty build their blanket nest in... who breeds them better? I hope this isn't too much/ too weird!

not sfw, afab reader, petplay/kitty hybrid reader!

The hideout isn’t often as quiet as it is this weekend. Though La Squadra are often needed on various jobs, they tend to be a little more sporadic than this; it’s unusual for there to be more than three or four assassins out on a mission at any one time. It’s even more unusual for seven of them to be out on missions that are expected to last at least the weekend - but that’s what’s happened, in order for Illuso and Formaggio to be the only two left to take care of you.

As a whole, you’re well-behaved - you’re good-natured, sweet, nice to look at. All of the assassins are very fond of you, and competitions to see who you are going to give your affections to are regular and can get exceedingly competitive. They all see your smiles, and are pleased by your soft words, feel special when they’re chosen to be the one whomst you sit by in an evening and allow to pet your ears as you relax into the touches.

There’s definitely an aura of foreboding about Formaggio and Illuso being left to care for you. Usually, it’s Prosciutto who takes care of your food (he’s the best cook in La Squadra, after all), and Melone who makes sure your environment is suitable (being the most interested in your biology). Risotto tends to have a lot of time spent with him by dint of him being peaceful and leaving you to your business.

Formaggio, they think, will not take it seriously enough. And Illuso - well, all of La Squadra are guilty of looking at you and imagining what it would be like to have you folded in half beneath them, your tail curled around your ankle, your ears twitching as you purr and pant in equal measure. Illuso has a tendency to whisper things closely to people, to get in personal space, to make one feel as though they’re the most fascinating person in the world - perhaps, then, they’re worried that if left on your own with Illuso, he’ll get the spoils of war they’ve all been hoping for.

Illuso and Formaggio are used to working together; they’re the natural leftover pairing against Sorbet-and-Gelato, Prosciutto-and-Pesci, and Melone-and-Ghiaccio. But they do have a rivalry that’s kept up with barks of laughter and accusations of one being far cooler, more powerful and all-around better than the other. It’s not surprising, then, that the two of them concoct a plan to see which one of them does a better job taking care of you - with the caveat that if one of them gets to breed you, they’re the automatic winner.

They’re stoked in their resolve by how happy you are to see them - the purr of their names, the way you follow close by them, the happy swish of your tail and ears. Neither of them can resist petting you and telling you how cute you are (though Formaggio is rather more affectionate about the whole thing). They explain their plan to you - after all, who better to judge than the person that it’s all happening for?

They omit one important part of the plan. When you tip your head to the side and pout and ask;

“But how will we know when it’s the end? How will we know who wins overall?”

Formaggio ruffles your hair and grins at you.

“Ahh, gattina,” he says to you. “We’ll know, believe me!”

So they do. They start with your food. Illuso is a surprisingly good cook, it turns out - Formaggio doesn’t really know what to do in the kitchen, and he attempts to order in. The pizza that he presents you with is too greasy with not enough meat - Illuso one hundred percent wins the feeding round, and you tuck yourself up next to him on the couch to watch a movie whilst Formaggio stews angrily on the other side of the room.

Next is the brushing. Everybody knows you like to be preened and cared over; there are a hundred different products in the bathroom to make sure your fur stays soft and shiny, and to keep your hair looking its best. When you’re sat between Formaggio’s legs and waiting to be pampered, you feel his fingers give a little tug to your ear and you know that this is going to be an uncomfortable experience. You can barely stop yourself yowling in frustration as he tugs on another knot, and uses the wrong brush, and brushes you all the wrong way--

You’re relieved when Illuso sighs and pushes him away and puts all of those things to rights. Two points for Illuso, then. it seems as though poor Formaggio is doing a very bad job of this competition.

The final competition for the night is who you’d rather sleep with. Illuso has fancy satin and silk sheets and pillows on his bed - he doesn’t think there’s going to be a competition, honestly. His room is quiet and peaceful and smells good. He’s very smug about it as he asks you if you want to come to bed, reassuring you that if you want someone to be around whilst you’re sleeping - as you do, you can’t help it! - there’s plenty of room on his bed.

Formaggio, though, insists you come and have a look at the space he’s made for you first. You humour him, not really expecting it to be any good - you stay away from Formaggio’s room at the best of times - only to find a carefully constructed nest on his bed, made entirely of clothes of various La Squadra members and your own favourite blankets.

(”Prosciutto is going to be so mad about that Prada suit,” Illuso murmurs from the corner of his mouth, as he frustratedly watches you pounce on the nest and begin to roll around, getting comfortable. “I’m going to tell him.”)

(”Whatever,” Formaggio grins, unable to stop himself watching the way your ass wiggles as you get comfortable. “You’re just jealous I won one.”)

And he did. Not that he planned much further than that - by the time he gets into bed himself, he’s horribly aware that he’s given you too much leeway. You’re comfortably curled up already, and he’s trying to get all of his body under the duvet. It’s three in the morning before he manages to let his eyes fall shut--

And then, there’s a heavy weight on top of his chest and a hand swatting his cheek gently. He wakes up, groaning, to see that you’re sat on him with your eyes big and glowing in the moonlight.

“Maggie,” you tell him, all whining and pouting and purring (and he can’t deny that something about the pout and the way you stretch out the pet name sends a ricochet of heat right to his cock), “wanna play.”

Who is he to deny you that?

It’s you who’s surprisingly physical with him - pouncing across at him, your hands scrabbling over his chest, your face rubbing against his. You keep purring and rumbling chest deep, your body warm and needy. Formaggio doesn’t know what’s going on until you grab his hand and push it against your chest, almost hissing in frustration--

And then he recalls something, in the very recesses of his mind, Melone said once. About how your species is supposed to get very physical in heat. About how they’re more likely to seek out scents of people they care about when one is approaching. About how they’ll often approach the first person they see when waking up for some relief--

“Oh, gattina mia,” he murmurs. “You could have just said--”

Illuso finds him with his cock hilted all the way inside you, your hands flexing on Prosciutto’s expensive Prada suit as all of the other various clothes beneath you are rendered filthy by the slick that’s dripping out of you with every hungry pump of Formaggio’s cock. You’re mewling and whimpering out his name, your keening echoing through the house - nobody ever said you’d be quiet when you were in heat. Illuso stands at the doorframe for a minute, his face stony.

Formaggio sees him and laugh-gasps out a greeting;

“Lulu! Looks like . . . I won, huh?” In between thrusts, you’re practically purring, your eyes rolling back into your head. You look sweaty and fucked out, blissfully pleased to be in the position you’re in - but when you see Illuso, you whimper out;

“W-wanna play, too?” You look at him with your eyes all big and needy, and Illuso sighs as he begins to shrug off his clothes, though his cock is stirring rapidly and hungrily as he watches Formaggio’s cock drive in and out of your body. Catching Formaggio’s eye, Illuso grins;

“Well. It’s not a competition unless we both try, is it? Our piccolo micio will tell us who wins, won’t you?”

As Illuso’s fingers graze your face and you lean into the touch, you agree without so much as blinking. They might need to have a couple of rounds.

You know. To help you choose.

#jojo headcanons #not sfw #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio #illuso #Anonymous

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kindajared · 4 years

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Bro idk if requests are open, but I'm kinda a simp for formaggio. If you can do anything nsfw with him I'll get my friend who says he's a prince to forward me 1 million dollars and I'll share it with you.

(40% will suffice...we have a deal)

You liked Formaggio…you really liked him. It was sort of embarrassing walking around knowing that he knew that, though of course, you weren’t the one that revealed it to him. A lavender haired bastard did. If anyone was going to tell him, it should have been you.

Though, Formaggio was definitely not unhappy to find this out, he liked you too, according to the way he treated you. He was a flirt and always had been, but the way he flirted with you was more…well, he put more work into it, if you were to try to explain it.

Your only problem was that, you had no idea what was on his mind. Did he just want to mess around or what? If that was the case…you certainly didn’t mind.

Whenever you were teamed up on a hit mission with someone, it would usually be with Ghiaccio if Melone was off doing something else, but this time, it was with Formaggio. You had to admit you were nervous.

You froze momentarily when Formaggio wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you looked at him shyly as he spoke.

“I guess it’s you and me, eh?”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“I guess it is.”

Risotto had just informed you of your mission. Luckily, the location wasn’t far, just outside the city, shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. The both of you were happy about that.

“After you.”

Formaggio opened the passenger car door for you, watching as you slid into your seat, closing the door behind you. He got in soon after, starting up the car with no dilly dally. You sighed.

“So, this’ll be easy, right?”

You asked, just wanting to get it over with. This job was so minor. Not worth much at all, yoou’d prefer someone else do it. But the both of you did as you were told. Formaggio replied.

“Yup, should be.”

He began to drive, rolling down the window so he could rest his arm on its ledge. The fresh air was nice. You rested back in your seat, gazing out your own window. You bit the inside of your cheek and crossed your legs, pool of heat forming in between your thighs. Shit. This was ridiculous.

Your daydreams luckily distracted you from your arousal. You managed to get through the whole car ride without getting too uncomfortable. You straightened yourself when Formaggio parked outside a hotel where the target had been staying.

“Ready?”

He smiled at you, unbuckling his seatbelt. You just nodded before doing the same, leaving the car.

The hit was a success and just as easy as expected. The target was down before the two of you could even enjoy the process. No mess was made considering you got to them as they were outside the hotel. Someone else would clean it up, as you hadn’t been seen

You both let out long sighs when you returned to the car, plopping yourselves down. Formaggio momentarily rested his head on the steering wheel. You gave him a look of concern.

“Are you okay, ‘Maggio?”

You asked him. He leaned back up and nodded.

“Bored…so boring. These missions ‘ave been so boring.”

He groaned. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, I suppose murdering people can’t always be exiting, can it?”

You raised your brows, smiling. He gave you a quick look before starting the car, mischievous smile on his face.

“Other things can be exiting though.”

Your eyes widened when he said that. You averted your eyes before you felt that familiar heat between your legs. You spoke.

“Like what?”

You asked, swallowing. He shrugged his shoulders, smirking.

“Like sucking me off while I drive.”

Your legs stiffened and you blushed, taking your bottom lip into your mouth. He spoke again.

“What? You too shy?”

Your face began to burn. You shook your head, clearing your throat.

“You don’t just say shit like that and expect me to do it, you know?”

You eyed him before your gaze traveled to his crotch. You thought for a moment. Were you too shy? Or would you suck him off? You made your s=decision.

“But to answer your question, no, I’m not too shy.”

You reached over as he drove and unbuttoned his pants. He stiffened and gripped the steering wheel, stuttering.

“H-hey, Jesus, you weren’t gonna warn me?”

The tone of his voice made you laugh.

“Look who’s shy now.”

He let out a small groan, frustrated that you got the better of him. You unzipped his pants and began to palm him through his briefs. He let out a hum and gripped the steering wheel tighter, sliding his hands over it. You felt him harden.

“There we go.”

You smiled. Formaggio glanced at you.

“’There we go’? Do you have to say it like that??”

Your words weren’t a help. You nodded and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Yes, I do.”

You gave his cock a squeeze and he groaned softly, flexing his thighs. You pulled his briefs, revealing his cock. It was a nice size. You licked your lower lip.

“You like it?”

Formaggio was smirking, paying attention to the road. You chuckled, grabbing ahold of him, beginning to stroke him slowly.

“I do, yes.”

You replied. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold in moans that threatened to leave him. You sighed.

“Don’t do that. No one’s going to hear us. See us? Maybe…”

You told him teasingly. He slid his hands downward on the wheel.

“You’re making me nervous. Stop it.”

He told you. You chuckled before leaning downward. You spoke before giving his head a lick.

“Don’t go soft on me, caro.”

You took him into your mouth and his breath hitched.

“Fuck.”

He grunted, knuckles white as he squeezed the wheel. You began to bob your head, pressing the tip of your tongue firmly against his shaft. He groaned, leaning forward.

“I can tell you’ve done this before.”

He said. You pulled off of him then.

“What is that supposed to mean, huh?”

You glared at him and he laughed nervously.

“I just mean you’re good, please-for the love of god, get back on it.”

You eyed him before you continued your work, sucking him off well. He hummed, placing a hand on top of your head, stroking tour har. You breathed in and out through your nose, taking in as much of him as you could until you gagged.

“Hey, hey, don’t try too hard.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was so sweet. No one would have ever guessed he’d treat a lady sucking his cock so nicely. The vibration of your throat on his cock made him hiss and he gasped.

“Christ-.”

You swirled your tongue around his head then, sliding the tip of your tongue gently over his slit. He lurched forward, swerving the car.

“Hey-!”

He returned the hand that was on your head to the wheel, heart racing. You were smirking. You began to hum, tightening your grip around his base. He moaned loudly, leaning back in his seat.

“We’re almost back…”

He told you, obviously disappointed. You sighed as best you could, suckling on him and quickening your movements. He bit his lip hard, grunting and shifting in his seat before you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“I-I’m gonna cum-.”

He stuttered softly, trying to keep himself from panting. You were happy to hear his words, continuing. You assumed he wanted to cum in your mouth and you wanted to give him what he wanted, so you stayed on him as he filled your mouth, his thighs trembling as he did. You parked just in time for you to take your mouth off of him, swallowing the contents in your mouth. When your eyes met the other’s, you were surprised to see the surprised look on his face.

“Impressive.”

You laughed at that.

“You think so?”

Formaggio nodded before tucking himself away, buttoning his pants back up. The both of you unbuckled your seatbelts. You both sighed simultaneously.

“I’m gonna be disappointed if you don’t do that again.”

You had your hand on the door handle when he spoke. You shrugged.

“We’ll see, ‘Maggio, we’ll see.”

#formaggio smut #formaggio x reader #la squadra #golden wind #vento aureo

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