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thornybubbles · 3 months
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Blood Red String of Fate (Yandere Risotto x Reader)
Scenario: The reader discovers that they are Risotto’s soulmate. Risotto is thrilled. The reader is not. 
Warnings: Yandere themes, canon typical violence, kidnapping, attempted self harm, forced relationship, and other “fun” stuff. 
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You thought that it was just a story; an urban legend spread between lovesick teens and desperate young adults. You never believed for a moment that the whole “red string of fate” thing was true. Soulmates didn’t exist. Relationships didn’t come into being from a whim of chance. You didn’t believe in destiny or naive notions of love at first sight. But all of that changed the day you woke up and found the seemingly endless crimson colored string tied to your pointer finger. It wasn’t endless, of course. You knew that it was attached to the finger of your soulmate (something that you believed to be a fairy tale only a day before). It horrified you, not because you had an aversion to love or the idea of it. It was just that you believed that love should be something that is a mutual choice between two people. It should never be something that was forced onto people by fate. But that wasn’t what had you feeling like your stomach was doing cartwheels. You could actually sense the person on the other end of the string. You could feel their thoughts, emotions, and their very presence as if they were in the room with you. What you felt from them appalled you. You could feel their love for you and it almost had you returning the sentiment, but the warm feeling it gave you was overshadowed by the strong possessiveness that you felt, too. This person, whoever they were, genuinely thought that the string being attached to you meant that they owned you. Not only that, but you could feel an overwhelming blood lust and violence coming from them. Whoever your soulmate was, they were dangerous and the thought of being with them did not appeal to you. As far as you were concerned the two of you were not compatible, soulmate or not. You didn’t give a damn what fate or destiny had to say about it. 
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Risotto stared at the red string tied to his finger. He didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but once he sensed you on the other end of the string, it stirred in him an uncontrollable obsession. He never asked to be attached to you, but now that he was, he wanted you. He couldn’t imagine life without you. It wasn’t enough to be bound to you, though. No. He needed you by his side. He had to find a way to bring you to him. It was strange, Risotto never imagined himself to bother with a significant other. He always felt that it would be too dangerous and an inconvenience to him as a member of Passione. Suddenly finding out that he had a soulmate was a bit bizarre. It didn’t matter. Now that he was connected to you, he could feel what kind of person you were. You were everything he needed, everything he desired. He found himself craving you the way a starving man craved food. He truly felt that if he didn’t bring you to him soon, then he would die. He had to have you here. NOW!
“Boss? Whatcha starin’ at your hand for? Didja get hurt?” 
The voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Formaggio looking at him with concern. 
The others couldn’t see the string. No one knew of the bond that he shared with you. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and made him feel even more connected with you. You were meant for each other. No one else could interfere. No one could break the bond that he had with you. The obsession that he felt for you grew even greater knowing that. 
“I’m fine.” Risotto answered his subordinate. He glanced at the string, following it with his eyes as it ran along the ground and out of the room. He could follow it and it would lead him right to you. He could find you easily. He could…
Risotto shot up from his chair and yanked his hand into the air, effectively pulling at the string. He could feel you just then. You were about to do something awful, but he managed to put a stop to it. He glared down at the string as if he was glaring at you. Why would you ever attempt something like that?!
“Boss?” Formaggio asked, giving his Capo a concerned look. “What was that about?” 
Risotto didn’t acknowledge him right away. He gave the string another pull. He wasn’t completely sure how the string worked or what he could do with it, but he quickly figured out he could send his very will through it somehow. He did that just then, to stop your foolishness. It was clear that he couldn’t put off meeting you any longer. 
“Get in contact with the others. Tell them that I’m going to pay someone a visit.” he said suddenly. 
“Huh? What?!” Formaggio cried in confusion. 
He watched as Risotto passed him by and left the room. Formaggio clambered up from the sofa and trailed after him. 
“Wait a minute!” he called. “You’re leaving now? Who’re you gonna visit? Is this a mission? Ain’tcha gonna tell me anything?” 
“This is a personal matter.” Risotto said, his tone implying that Formaggio should stop asking questions. “I won’t be gone long, but I have to leave immediately. Continue with business as normal until I get back.” 
“Wait!” Formaggio said, trying once more to reason with his Capo. “Shouldn’t you tell the others this yourself? Why do you have to run off in such a hurry?” 
Risotto turned his red gaze on his subordinate. 
“I trust you to let them know that I’m gone. Just tell them that I had an emergency that I needed to tend to. I’ll explain when I get back. I have to go now, Formaggio.” he said. 
And with that Risotto left the building. Formaggio stood staring at the door wondering what was going through his Capo’s mind. Risotto was a mysterious guy, but he was acting very strangely all of a sudden. He thought about it for a moment longer before throwing his hands up and turning away from the door. 
“Eh. Can’t be helped. Orders are orders. Guess I’ll let the others know.” 
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You’d tried everything. You tried cutting the string with scissors, a knife, or any other sharp thing you could find. You even tried biting through it. Nothing would cut the string. There was only one alternative that you could think of for ridding yourself of the unwanted bond with your equally unwanted soulmate. If you couldn’t sever the string, then you would simply sever the finger that it was tied to. God, you didn’t want to do it, but what choice did you have? 
Every moment you spent bonded to your soulmate, you could feel more and more of what kind of person they were. They were a killer. They’d killed a lot of people and you could tell that they would kill a lot more. It would be just your rotten luck to be stuck with a murderer as a soulmate. You knew that they could sense you and you hated it. You didn’t want a killer knowing as much about you as you did about them. You wanted them gone from your life. So you would disconnect from them. With luck, once the deed was done, they would just think that you died or something and wouldn’t seek you out. 
You set some medical supplies to the side, to be ready to deal with your self inflicted injury. The plan was simple enough. You would cut off your finger, ridding yourself of the bond, then you would quickly patch up your injured hand, wrap and place your severed finger in a container full of ice you had set alongside the medical supplies, then call 911 and have them take you to the hospital where you could hopefully have your finger reattached. You had no idea how you would explain what happened to you. If you told them you cut off your finger to disconnect the bond with your soulmate, they’d have you committed. So you would have to think of something more normal to tell them. An accident cutting food maybe? 
Hesitantly, you paced your finger on the edge of the kitchen counter. You held the knife in your other hand. Suddenly a thought occurred to you. What if you didn’t cut it off in one chop? What if your strength wasn’t enough to cut through the bone? What if the knife wasn’t sharp enough?  What would you do then? You glanced at the knife. It seemed very sharp. Still, it would require some level of strength to cut through the bone. Oh God! What if you had to saw through the bone with another tool? The thought of the prolonged agony made you feel queasy. You could feel the color draining from your face and you swayed on your feet slightly. You shook your head. Determinazione! That’s what you needed now. You had to suck it up and deal with the pain. This was the only way you knew to deal with this. 
You raised the knife high over your finger. You took a few deep breaths and mentally hyped yourself to do what needed to be done. 
Don’t think about the pain. Don’t think about the blood. Think about being stuck bonded to a murderer. You thought to yourself. 
You let out a cry of resolution and raised the knife even higher. 
Suddenly there was a powerful yank on the string that pulled your hand away just as the knife came down on the counter. The blade sank into the countertop, leaving a notch in the Formica. Yeah, that blow definitely would have cut through the bone. Too bad something stopped you. You grabbed the knife by the handle and tried to pull it from the countertop. You managed to pull it free but the string was tugged again with much more force this time. The action caused you to lose your hold on the knife. It fell into the sink as you were yanked nearly to the ground. You fell to one knee in an attempt to regain your balance. You yanked your arm backwards only to find that it wouldn’t budge. The string was somehow pulled taut and you were practically being dragged across the floor. 
“STOP PULLING ON ME, ASSHOLE!!!” you shouted, anger in your voice disguising your terror. 
The pulling stopped and the string went slack again. They stopped you! Whoever was on the other end of the string knew that you planned to chop off your own finger to sever the bond with them. They didn’t want you to disconnect from them! Why? Did they really put value in the bond? Didn’t they know that you had no interest in them? Why would they bother? It was madness! 
Suddenly you could feel a strange sensation through the string. It was as if your soulmate’s presence felt stronger somehow. You couldn’t understand it, until you realized… they were getting closer to you! They were coming for you! Well you wouldn’t be there when they arrived. You jumped up from the kitchen floor and ran to your room. Quickly, you packed a few clothes and other essentials. You didn’t know where you would go, but you weren’t going to fall into their grasp no matter what!
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Risotto stared down at the string on his finger as he sat in the back of a cab. He allowed himself a small, bitter smile. You were a fool. Did you really think that you could escape him? Apparently so, because he could sense you moving away from him. It was frustrating, but it didn’t matter. He would find a way to get to you before you got too far away. The problem was that you could sense how far away he was from you at all times. Did you really mean to stay on the run from him for as long as he tried to pursue you? What if there was a way that he could hide himself from you? An idea came to him. He asked the cab driver to drop him off at the next block. The driver did as told and drove away. Risotto looked around. He was standing outside of a vacant lot. It seemed that this was an abandoned part of the city. Good. He could experiment here with no one around to intrude. It was a long shot, but if he used Metallica’s ability to camouflage himself, he might be able to disguise his presence at his end of the string. Risotto activated his Stand’s secondary ability and waited. He could feel you on your end of the string. You stopped pulling away from him. He began to follow the string, half expecting you to start pulling away from him again. You never did. You were staying put. He followed the string until he was in a better part of town. Still, you didn’t move. It worked! As long as he stayed invisible, you couldn’t sense him! You were as good as his!
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You had just driven into an unfamiliar part of town when you felt the presence at the other end of the string disappear. What happened? Did they die? Did they disconnect the bond? No, you could still see the string wrapped around your finger. Maybe they just stopped following you? You sighed. Thank the Lord. In the distance you spotted a sign for a hotel. You would stay there for the night and think about what you were going to do in the morning. You pulled into the hotel and walked into the office, dragging your bag along with you. You got yourself a room and collapsed on the bed there. You’d been running from your soul mate for days now. Why did they just stop following you? Did they give up? Did they realize that you weren’t interested in them? What was their game? You had only planned to stay at the hotel for the night, but decided to stay there until you felt that it was safe enough to return home. That was only if your soulmate didn’t decide to start following you again. 
That night, you dreamed of a man in a strange black costume resembling that of a jester, with white hair and red eyes with black scleras. You seemed to know each other, but you couldn’t remember from where. You were afraid of him, but you weren’t sure why. 
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Risotto strolled into the parking lot of the hotel you were staying in. He was overwhelmed with joy at having tracked you down, but he would have to be careful from here on out. If you got so much as an inkling that he was nearby, you would start running again. He couldn’t allow that. Not when he was so close. He’d been walking for ages, sleeping in hotel rooms that he broke into and stealing food. If anyone got too nosey about his invisible activities, they met a swift and horrible end. He was exhausted having to travel on foot (an invisible man couldn’t flag down a taxi after all), but it was all worth it now that he finally tracked you down. 
He followed the string until it led under the door of a certain room. Your room. He grinned at the feeling of your presence on the other side of the door. You were sleeping, so he would have to be quiet. Using Metallica’s magnetism, Risotto unscrewed the screws around the doorknob to your room. He was thankful that the hotel was an older one that hadn’t yet converted to the use of keycards. The door knobs popped out of their sockets and clattered to the ground. Risotto froze, afraid the sound would wake you. He was relieved that he could still feel that you were asleep. Carefully, he opened the door and let himself in. 
He spied your sleeping form on the bed. He smiled fondly at you before coming out of his camouflaged state. There was no point in hiding from you anymore. Abruptly, you sat up in bed, gasping and sobbing. 
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What a horrible dream. You’ve been having nightmares about the strange man with the scary eyes ever since you started staying at the hotel. The dream was always the same, the man would corner you somewhere, tell you that you knew each other, then try to drag you off somewhere you didn’t want to go. If you weren’t sure before, you were certain now, that man in your dreams was your soulmate. He had the same aura you felt at the other end of the string. The same aura of blood and death that you felt so strongly that it caused you to wake up in a panic… The same aura that you could still feel as if it were in the room with you at that very moment. 
You turned to face that overwhelming presence you could sense nearby and your blood ran cold. 
“You!” you gasped. “It’s you!” 
The man took a step towards you, smiling sweetly. You cringed away from him, pulling the bed covers up as if they could shield you from him. 
“How did you find me without me sensing you?” you demanded. 
“Not important,” he said in a deep voice that would have had your heart fluttering in any other situation. “What matters now is that we are finally together, as fate intended.” 
“To hell with fate and to hell with you! I want nothing to do with you! Now get out of my room before I call the police!” 
The man laughed at your poor attempt at bravado. 
“You can fight it all you want, but you and I will be together no matter what.” 
You jumped up from the bed and made an attempt to run out the door, but he stepped into your path and you ended up in his crushing embrace. 
“Let go of m-- mph!” your demands were silenced by one of his massive palms covering your mouth. 
You struggled in his hold but he was far stronger than you. You could barely move in his grip. Something sharp pierced your neck and you screamed into his hand. You struggled a moment more before dizziness overwhelmed you. Your limbs felt heavy and it became impossible to move them. Your vision grew blurry and you felt yourself going limp in his arms. Just before you passed out you heard him say, 
“You tried to hurt yourself all because you didn’t want to be bonded to me. I couldn’t allow that. I know that you don’t want me as your soulmate, but I know that you can learn to love me. I’ll take you somewhere where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you never try to hurt yourself, or sever our bond again. Whether you want it or not, you and I were meant to be. You should know by now that you can’t fight fate.”
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bxd-decisions · 1 year
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! RISOTTO NERO NSFW HEADCANONS
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SYNOPSIS︙Just some self indulgent NSFW headcanons of Risotto Nero!
PAIRING︙Risotto Nero x AFAB!reader
GENRE︙headcanons, smut
WARNINGS︙smut, Dom!risotto, sub!reader, fem! bodied reader, oral sex (both recieving), BDSM, bondage, flogging, rough sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, fingering, size kink, degration, soft Dom!risotto
AUTHORS NOTE︙this was very self indulgent bye💀
REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED
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Risotto is a large man. That being said, he is a monster in bed. He knows how to turn you into a babbling and weak mess under him.
Foreplay with him consists of mainly fingering and teasing. While he knows how to eat you out, he is way to impatient to do so.
Risotto will often drag you to a secluded spot in the hideout after a job and blow off steam by pinning you to a wall and fucking you senseless. He knows you'd never say no anyways.
In terms of giving oral sex, as said before, he is very impatient, but he has his sweet moments where he wants to go down on you. It's usually on your bad days when you're feeling bad.
His tongue game is fantastic to say the least. He knows your sensitive spots and he knows just where to lick and suck to turn you into a mess.
Risotto had a big dick. And it's a gorgeous sight to say the least. He's thick and heavy and long too, about 21cm. It takes lots of preparation for you to be able to take him and each time he give you good, almost painful stretch.
He loves to see you in lingerie, something about it just gets him going and he can't help but to rip apart the undergarments each time. Everytime he'll need to buy a new set because they're completely destroyed.
He is also heavily into BDSM. He loves to be the one to take control, and he loves to see you tied up and to his mercy. He thinks you look adorable under him when he rams his cock inside of you.
You can bet that he will have a flogger, since he is into BDSM he is definitely into flogging. But he will never ever purposefully hurt you with them. He just likes to tease you and rile you up with them.
Risotto doesn't have a favorite body part on you, he thinks every inch of your skin is impeccable and he loves to kiss single part of your body. He will never miss a spot.
As said, he has his times where he can be sweet, where he will show you how much he loves you through being intimate with you. He will hold you close and always whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly and sensually ruts himself into you.
Risotto HATES to use condoms. It's a huge turn off for him. It's just not the same as when you take him raw. He loves to feel how wet you are and how you feel.
He will never ever let you be the one in charge. He likes to know he's in charge because he knows what to do and how to make you feel good. It's not that he doesn't think the same for you, the thought is just off putting for him.
He is also very jealous. He is very good at putting up a poker face and hiding that fact when he is around others, but in the moment when he is fucking you? He will degrade you and call you vile names all while telling you how you only belong to him, and him alone.
He once saw you getting a bit too close to Melone, hence the jealousy.
He lovessss to receive head. Especially when he is doing some work, he likes the thrill of you being under the table and sucking him off while he is busy with paper work.
Risotto is not very vocal, maybe he will let out very soft grunts when he close to his high, but other than that, he will be panting softly, or not make noise at all. He also loves to talk the most nastiest things while he is going on rough you, he loves the way you whimper and beg, he loves how pathetic you can be for him.
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randoimago · 5 months
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Can i request La squadra seeing their s/o cry but they look like a sad puppy when they do cry?
Seeing Their S/O Cry
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Character(s): Formaggio, Melone, Risotto, Prosciutto, Pesci, Illuso, Ghiacco
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): Haven't done a group headcanons in a while. Remember, I only write multiple headcanons for up to 4 characters! Any more characters and they each get 1 headcanon
Also, you got lucky anon, I really was contemplating rather to do this or not cause of the multiple characters, but I love La Squadra.
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Formaggio smirks a bit when he notices how cute you are when you cry. Can't help but wonder what other adorable faces you'd make with other emotions. For now, he coos tauntingly at you and probably calls you his puppy.
Ghiacco gets angry when you're crying. He absolutely doesn't know how to deal with your emotions. And he doesn't know how to deal with the fact that he thinks you look cute when you cry. So he's just mad and yelling and you're crying more and it's a big mess.
Illuso is a lot like Formaggio where he'll coo when he sees you cute crying. Doesn't do much to make you stop crying as he's teasing and commenting about how precious you look. The most reassuring thing he says is "at least you don't ugly cry"
Melone finds your sad puppy face adorable. It makes him want to see it more often. While he doesn't really like the idea of making you cry, he does enjoy how adorable you look when you do cry. So it's a sacrifice he's willing to make.
Proscuitto scoffs and rolls his eyes. Doesn't matter how "cute" you look when you cry. It makes you look weak and you can't let your vulnerability show or enemies will use it against you. Really tells you to suck it up.
Pesci panics when he sees you crying. Even if you look really cute, he's a mess. Trying to think up any kind of way to make you stop crying. Is not prepared for your sad emotions.
Risotto stares at you a bit before patting your head. It's a small thing, but he hopes the comfort makes you feel better. You can't tell what emotions he might experience at seeing your crying face, but he doesn't say anything negative about it. Just gives that silent comfort.
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rae-pss · 8 months
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risotto: do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?
(y/n): it was autocorrect.
risotto: autocorrect wrote "you're so hot. please step on me."?
(y/n): yes.
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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 6 months
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Can I request La Squadra x S/O who's taller than them? Thank you.
yes you caaaaaan! Sorry if these are, ironically, shorter HCs.
jsyk i write this with the opinion that Risotto is by far the tallest
------------------------------------------------- La Squadra with an S/O who's taller than them!
Formaggio
"Well yea, it's easy to be taller than me, heh" *insert shrinking...noises?*
The taller the S/O, the more inclined he feels to shrink himself and ride on your shoulder. Get used to it.
Bro gets on his tippy toes to kiss you. he doesn't even have to but he still does. It's kind of cute?
Illuso
"No you're not."
Unless you're taller than him by like. A foot or some shit. He is adamant you two are at least the same height.
He doesn't bring it up unless you do but...he subtly tries to make himself seem taller. It's so fucking petty, you decide if it's annoying or charming :/
Prosciutto
"Alright, and?"
He probably cares the least about your height. Sure, you're taller than him. So what? Unless his head is at like. boob level 24/7 or something somehow, he doesn't care.
Unless you bring it up, or poke fun at him being shorter. You better think his glares are sexy 'cause....
If you're tall enough for it to matter, he'll do the "pulling you by the collar into a kiss" thing
Pesci
"Being near you...feels so secure...."
He loves it!!!! When you hug him it feels like you're completely surrounding him...like, not literally, but the idea is so comforting!
I was going to say you should rest your chin on top of his head but...um...how sturdy is his hair?
If you're happy with your height, he'll bring it up a lot when he compliments you.
Melone
"DI MOLTO"
"Is your whole family like that?"
Excited to know if it's something that runs strong in your genetics. No particular reason. Trust me.
Like Pesci, he doesn't have any issues with having a taller s/o. It's just another lovely aspect about you <3
Ghiaccio
"Okay fine, I get it! For fucks sake!"
This poor guy. To be honest, he really doesn't care that you're taller than him, he thinks its fine. But people won't leave him alone about it
Yeah he's an "angry little gremlin thing" but they gotta stop dragging his s/o into it...it kind of sours the height difference a little.
But like I said, he really doesn't have any issues with it. If you can get past how much the comments annoy him, you can probably see how much he likes your chin on top of his head, or how you look so slightly down on him when your faces are so close....gah sorry what was i doing-
Risotto
"Be nice. They're are not scary."
yes you are. my lactose intolerant ass envies you. what the actual fuck.
I guess that's a pro about him being with someone taller than him, that he can't intimidate his s/o with his height? That's not to imply that he's intimidated by you though!!
Unless people are causing a fuss about it though, Risotto doesn't mind your height. I don't think physical appearance means much when it comes to partners to him? Just my personal feeling.
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grgr-gw · 6 months
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<show pub parody> ✂:…… You're cute. Put it in more calmly and slowly I'd be in trouble if it got any bigger.
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❄:Hey, I don't think there's any place to insert it anymore,but could you please insert it for me? …I want a tip from you…(because you're special…)
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🥓:Your shy part is cute♡
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midnight-eras · 30 days
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Nsfw headcanons -> Risotto Nero
Risotto Nero x afab!reader
Just some general nsfw headcanons.
Reposting this from my old blog.
Warnings — oral sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, degration, BDSM, Dom!risotto, sub!reader, jealousy, flogging, female reader
Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated
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Risotto is a large man. That being said, he is a monster in bed. He knows how to turn you into a babbling and weak mess under him.
Foreplay with him consists of mainly fingering and teasing. While he knows how to eat you out, he is way to impatient to do so.
Risotto will often drag you to a secluded spot in the hideout after a job and blow off steam by pinning you to a wall and fucking you senseless. He knows you'd never say no anyways.
In terms of giving oral sex, as said before, he is very impatient, but he has his sweet moments where he wants to go down on you. It's usually on your bad days when you're feeling bad.
His tongue game is fantastic to say the least. He knows your sensitive spots and he knows just where to lick and suck to turn you into a mess.
Risotto has a big dick. And it's a gorgeous sight to say the least. He's thick and heavy and long too, about 21cm. It takes lots of preparation for you to be able to take him and each time he give you good, almost painful stretch.
He loves to see you in lingerie, something about it just gets him going and he can't help but to rip apart the undergarments each time. Everytime he'll need to buy a new set because they're completely destroyed.
He is also heavily into BDSM. He loves to be the one to take control, and he loves to see you tied up and to his mercy. He thinks you look adorable under him when he rams his cock inside of you.
You can bet that he will have a flogger, since he is into BDSM he is definitely into flogging. But he will never ever purposefully hurt you with them. He just likes to tease you and rile you up with them.
Risotto doesn't have a favorite body part on you, he thinks every inch of your skin is impeccable and he loves to kiss single part of your body. He will never miss a spot.
As said, he has his times where he can be sweet, where he will show you how much he loves you through being intimate with you. He will hold you close and always whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly and sensually ruts himself into you.
Risotto HATES to use condoms. It's a huge turn off for him. It's just not the same as when you take him raw. He loves to feel how wet you are and how you feel.
He will never ever let you be the one in charge. He likes to know he's in charge because he knows what to do and how to make you feel good. It's not that he doesn't think the same for you, the thought is just off putting for him.
He is also very jealous. He is very good at putting up a poker face and hiding that fact when he is around others, but in the moment when he is fucking you? He will degrade you and call you vile names all while telling you how you only belong to him, and him alone.
He once saw you getting a bit too close to Melone, hence the jealousy.
He lovessss to receive head. Especially when he is doing some work, he likes the thrill of you being under the table and sucking him off while he is busy with paper work.
Risotto is not very vocal, maybe he will let out very soft grunts when he close to his high, but other than that, he will be panting softly, or not make noise at all. He also loves to talk the most nastiest things while he is going on rough you, he loves the way you whimper and beg, he loves how pathetic you can be for him.
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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 8 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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depravitymoon · 4 months
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Does the Yandere la squadra have room preferences for the darling post kidnapping?
This is the oldest ask sitting in my inbox and today’s the day I answer it. Right now, I’m gonna be honest. Part of the reason this sat in my inbox for so long is because I was trying to figure out the question. Hence, I’m going to try to guess what it’s asking. 
The questions I’m gonna be asking myself:
What are the general house rules post-kidnapping?
Would your yandere even give you a room?
Would your yandere change their own room for you?
And just to make this simple: This is an Everyone Lives AU where Giorno is Don and actually increased La Squadra's pay by 1000%. La Squadra are roommates in a big ass villa, so it feels like live in through own private apartment complex... but richer. lol
(Some of the pictures of rooms come from here.)
(Warning: Other than yandere, kidnapping, and implied forced labor, Melone also wants kids with you.))
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RIsotto Nero
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Risotto’s rules:
Don’t get sassy with him.
Do what he says.
Do not attempt to run away from him.
If he is not there, then have Pesci or Prosciutto guide you.
Would your yandere even give you a room? NO.
Risotto isn’t as fucked up as some of his teammates, but he likes having control of you. Also, it’s easier to intimidate you when he’s always so close to you (and is a giant). Having your own room might make you feel too comfortable disobeying him and he refuses to let you think that’s an option.
Would your yandere change their own room for you? Yes. You behave and he’s willing to even make the room look like Enid and Wednesday’s. 
Prosciutto
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Prosciutto’s rules:
Be a good housewife.
Cook the meals.
Clean the ‘house’.
Run errands with Pesci.
Don’t sass him.
Greet him when he gets home.
Would your yandere even give you a room?  HAHAHAHAHA, NO. You’re funny.  You two are married and married couples sleep together.  Also, you’re in charge of cleaning, do you really want your own room to clean in addition of his room and Pesci’s.
Would your yandere change their own room for you? He will negotiate with you. Have you been a good wife? Have you been completing the chores? What are you willing to give in return to drastically change his room for you? 
Sidenote 01: Prosciutto gets the biggest room because Risotto didn't care to get the Master bedroom. 
Sidenote 02: Proscuitto just wants you taking care of his portion of the villa. If you're being annoying, he'll force you to clean of Pesci's portion (but Pesci's nice enough to help you with your cleaning).
Pesci
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Pesci’s rules:
Be polite to Risotto.
Listen to what big brother says.
If big bro gets handsy on you, look for Pesci.
Avoid the others except Ghiaccio.
Stay away from Ghiaccio when he’s mad. Don’t walk, RUN.
Would your yandere even give you a room? Pesci would never force you to stay in his room unless he actually thought you were in danger. At worse, he'd manipulate you into staying with him. If La Squadra has room (no pun intended) you can have your own room.
Would he change his room for you? Absolutely! He just wants you comfortable! Hell, you can have half of his room AND your own room. 
Melone
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Melone’s Rules:
Be a good parent to his future offspring.
Don’t ask for anything unless you’re willing to do some Not Safe For Work activities for it.
At least pretend you're happy to see Melone once in awhile, especially around bambino!
Would your yandere even give you a room? Honestly, yes. He did kidnap you to force you to have his future children. The least he can do is accommodate you.
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He'll only let you roam the villa if he believes you'll behave. The moment you try leaving is the moment you're literally chained to his bedroom and has to have Pesci follow you around when Melone can't.  Yes, he knows you're mad that he plans to baby trap you. At least you'll be a rich mom, not a pauper with 'freedom'.
Would he change his room for you?  No. If anything, he’d probably make your room also your future baby’s room too, which would force you to come to his room for some peace and quiet.
Ghiaccio
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((Author's Note: Let's pretend that the floor is an all white carpet. Apparently, most people know better than to have white carpet.))
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Ghiaccio’s Rule:
DO NOT stain his room.
DO NOT yell at him.
DO NOT talk to the other members unless it’s an emergency.
DO NOT be alone with Melone.
DONT. STAIN. ANYTHING.
You may be asking "Why would you have a white room? Why not just let me go if you dont want a stained room-" SHUT UP AND DONT SASS HIM.
Would your yandere even give you a room?  Depending on if you two are own good terms, he might let you stay in the tinier room right next to his. Just behave. Your room has no bed, because he'll be forcing you to sleep in his bed with him. You're the most likely darling to be allowed to roam the villa, but you can't go outside. 
Would he change his room for you?  No, which is why you get your own room if you behave. 
Illuso
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Illuso's rules:
Do as he says.
Do as he says.
Do as he says.
Do as he says.
Oh, he keeps you in the mirror world with food all day when he's not with you. Rights? lol Silly darling, you have no rights.
Everything you have is solely due to his desires. While Risotto's darling spends 90% of the time in his room, Illuso's darling spends 99.99% of the time in Illuso's room and the mirror world.
Formaggio
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Doesn’t need rules because he can just shrink you down when he wants.
I imagine the only thing that stands out about Formaggio's room is that it's filled with a dollhouse, dolls, pet cages, and a hamster ball. Why all of that? So he can entertain himself messing with you. 
There is more than enough room for you to be in Formaggio's room. And he doesn't want to break you like Illuso would. Formaggio just likes bullying you, but he does want you functioning like a human being. Having a person he can actually converse with is better han some doll that obeys him, gross. 
Obviously, you wont get your own room, but he will customize your dollhouse room if you behave! Oh and he does like you room the mansion. Keep in mind if you ever try to flee, that privilege is revoked forever.
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momokujo · 4 months
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Kinktober 2023 2/2
Thigh Riding with Risotto Nero
Im sorry this so late but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Cw: thigh riding, exhibitionism if you squint
If Ive missed any content warnings please let me know!
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You poke your head into the office. The door creaking open as you gaze into the room. Risotto sits at his desk, his back to you as he looks over his plans. The light from the sun casts harsh shadows in the room.
You tip toe in, closing the door and leaning over Risotto's shoulder. You look over the papers strewn across the table. Everything marked neatly in red ink. Little notes about where your team will go the paths they'll take and what they'll do litter the blue prints.
"Hows the planning going?" You ask, kissing just below Risotto's ear.
Risotto only grunting in acknowledgment, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. He makes a mark on the map of the area your target will most likely be at and be alone.
You chuckle a little at his answer, pulling Risotto's rolly chair and spinning him around. He raises a single brow at you but allows you to do as you please. You throw your leg over his and perch on his lap.
"Youre tired" you say, wrapping your arms around his broadened shoulders. Your hands rest on his neck, massaging the tense muscles.
"I think I can manage a little break" Risotto murmurs. One of his large hands rests on yoir thigh, thumb and pinky squeezing into your plush flesh. The other snakes up your back to press between your shoulder blades. You sigh as your chest presses to his.
Risotto is huge and solid. You look down at him, sitting atop his lap gives you the opportunity to see his face in great detail. The curve of his handsome hooked nose and the lilt of his brows. The crowfeet on the edges of his peircing scarlet eyes.
You lean forward, fingers tangling in his silver teresses and touch the tip of your nose to his. Sliding it against him as you kiss him softly.
Risotto is not looking for softness it seems, his strong hand traveling to cup the back of your head. Pulling you ever closer and slipping his tounge into your mouth to claim you.
You gasp and sigh, allowing him control. You wiggle your hips, heat blossoming in your core as you feel the press of his cock beneath his sweats. You swallow Risotto's groan with glee, beginning to grind against him slowly. The pleasure shoots up your spine as you circle your hips.
Risotto sighs against you, his hands finding purchase on your hips and moving you to straddle his thigh. Never once breaking the kiss, deepening it if anything. His tounge parting your lips to ravish the soft tissue inside your cheeks. You cant help but moan as your tongues tangle together in a well versed dance.
Your arms sling loosely around his shoulders, letting him press your chest to his and guide you against his thick thigh. You can feel his bulging muscles between his sweats and yours. The fabric doing nothing to dull the pleasure you feel. Your sex grinds against him, hips stuttering as you whine into Risotto's mouth.
Risotto pulls away from you, but you dont mind. You toss your head back, enticing him to kiss and nip at your throat as he often does. Though the heat of his mouth never finds you.
"Risotto..." you plea, pressing ever closer to him. You feel his chuckle more than hear it. A simple kiss placed at your pulse point sends a shiver through your whole body.
"Get up, breaks over" he says, patting your ass. His hand is firm. No room for argument but the heat coiling in your belly is near unbearable now. You pout.
"Thats not a break. Youre not fully relaxed"
"Well then by all means keep me entertained while I finish my work. Maybe then I'll take a real break,"
Risotto flexes his leg, effectivly bouncing you on his thigh. The extra pressure ripping a moan from your lungs. You bite your lip, bracing your hands on his shoulders to push yourself up.
"And where are you going?" Risotto says, his voice low and breathy. You can feel his erection pressing into the side of your leg as you straddle his thigh. "I thought I told you you could stay and keep me company while I finish up"
"Im just going to lock the door"
Risotto snakes a hand around your waist, trapping you on this flexing thigh. He leans close, even sitting hes bigger than you. Imposing and taki g the upperhand from your grasp. He smiles, the corrners of his eyes crinkling and his dimples making an appearance on his cheeks.
"No. You stay right here," Risotto growls. He picks up his pen in one hand the other keeping you firmly against him. His hot and heavy palm traversing you spine to rest on the curve of your ass.
"But what if the team needs-"
"You can be quiet" Risotto's smirk is down right evil. He knows good as well its difficult to keep your voice in check. Your stomach twists in an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal. Your thighs squeezing together to give your throbbing sex, but all you manage to do is squeeze Risotto's leg instead.
Risotto bounces his foot, effectively bouncing you on his thigh. Not dissimilar to how his hips rock to bounce you on his cock. A whine is stuck in your throat as you move to bury your face in Risotto's neck. Your arms wrapped around him as you bury your nose into where his scent is strongest.
Leather, sweat, metal. Its as comforting as it is driving you crazy. You begim to slowly rock back and fourth on Risotto's thigh. His smell making every press of his muscles feel all the more electric. The pleasure shooting up your spine and to your voice box to press quiet whimpers onto Risotto's pulse point.
You bite your lip, the pleasure surprisingly overwhelming. Its hard to keep your voice down, it always is. But this is new. You're borderline using Risotto's thigh for your own pleasure. Giving him something pretty and debauched to look at as he works.
Your whole feels hot and slick. Sweat dripping down your neck for Risotto to kiss away. You cant tell if hes working now. A hand firmly on your waist as you grind yourself on him. All you can focus is his touch and the feeling of his well trained thigh against your throbbing sex.
You cant swallow any air, your lungs struggling to take in oxygen as you pant. Your whole body begining to feel tight as you work yourself. You cant help but bite into Risotto's shoulder, barely muffling your moans into his skin
"Keep going" Risotto encourages. His voice a low familiar growl that only makes your thighs tremble. Your hips stutter as you grind faster. Chasing your high like a dog to a car's bumper. "Cum on my thigh,"
You whine, your back concaving as you curl over Risotto. Teeth bared into his neck and fingers digging into him.
Risotto bounces his thigh to help you along. Each movement making you bounce limply on him like a ragdoll, only able to hold on and take it as your whole body embraces the pleasure only Risotto can give you.
Your body snaps suddenly. Your orgasm crashing over you in a tsunami as you writhe in Risotto's strong grip. He whispers praises you cant understand in your ear. His hot breath tickling and grounding you as you begin to tumble down from your high. Slumping against his chest.
Risotto bends down to kiss your forehead, his hand smoothing up your back.
"Walk to our bedroom and wait for me while I clean up," he says simply. A promise of more to come in his tone. His eyes so dialated the crimsion of his irises almost completely depleted.
"But...what if someone sees me stumbling?" You ask, knees shaking as you slowly stand using Risotto as leverage.
Risotto chuckles, smacking your ass to get you going. His smile is down right evil as he places papers neatly in their folders.
"No one will. Everyone's already gone out for their set up missions. Got the text a little after you came to visit me"
Your jaw hangs open at him in shock but she shoos you away"
"Oh and make sure youre naked,"
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Asleep Beside Them - La Squadra Headcanons
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Sharing a Bed with Them
Risotto:
Risotto sleeps lightly. It’s an unfortunate side-effect of his job. The slightest bumps in the night will wake him up so he’s going to ask you to move as little as possible.
He’d prefer you on his chest, your comforting weight allowing him to make sure you’re safe and tide over some of his nightly paranoia.
He doesn’t shift at all and makes even less sound. If you ever wake up in the middle of the night, you’ll be tempted to check and make sure he’s still breathing.
Getting him to come to bed with you will always be a bit of a fight because he’s constantly overworked. You can normally tempt him by falling asleep on his shoulder.
His dreams are often surreal, featuring beautiful colours and morphing shapes he doesn’t understand but sometimes you’re there and he always wakes up happy then.
Formaggio:
Formaggio sleeps like a log but he never sleeps deeply enough for nothing to wake him – sounds or unusual movements from you will draw him into alertness.
He likes to have you wrapped in his arms at all times and he insists on being the big spoon as long as you’re happy with that. Good luck leaving this spot.
He doesn’t move very much but he does speak in his sleep, often senseless mumbling, but rarely he’ll confess to eating your snacks.
You will have no problems getting Formaggio into bed. He’ll gladly curl up with you even if he’s meant to be working (although obviously not on the job).
He has mostly fun dreams, intermitted with brief and startling nightmares. He’ll always be grateful if you wake him up from either, you’re much better than a dream.
Illuso:
Illuso only ever sleeps in the mirror realm where he knows he’s safe and, when here, there is no force on heaven or earth that can wake him up.
He’s not particularly affectionate when he sleeps and prefers to be only loosely in contact with you. Knowing you’re in the same bed is enough of a contact.
He’s a very deep sleeper but he moves a surprising amount, tossing and turning and often stealing the blanket from you. He will call you a liar every time you tell him this.
Sometimes it’s difficult to get Illuso to come and sleep but often, it’s almost shockingly easy to convince him to disappear into the mirror realm.
Illuso doesn’t remember his dreams very often but he always knows when they involved you because those days, he’ll wake up blissful and content.
Prosciutto:
Prosciutto takes some time to fall asleep but, when he does, he looks gentler than you could imagine. It’s sweet and also why he never sleeps near the others.
He appreciates sleeping back-to-back, knowing that he’s watching your weakest point and that you have his. Even if you wouldn’t be the best defense, he trusts you.
He infrequently shuffles around and almost never speaks unless you make sounds in which he will tell you to be quiet though he never remembers saying this.
It’s painful to try and convince Prosciutto to come and rest. He has a list of requirements before he sleeps and will not lighten up on any of them.
Though he wouldn’t say it, his dreams are very romantic and often feature you, wrapped in a golden haze and nothing less than happy.
Pesci:
Pesci is a fairly light sleeper and he wakes up rather like a zombie, scaring you the first few times he sits up out of nowhere and begins moving.
He likes having you wrapped in his arms with your head tucked close to his chest because he truly feels as though you trust him to look after you.
He speaks all the time in his sleep and it’s frequently very clear with anything ranging from declarations of love to strangely detailed job plans being explained to you.
Some nights he’ll come to bed with you easily but he’ll frequently find himself wrapped up and need to be offered cuddles. Sometimes he holds out on you for this.
Pesci’s dreams are chaotic and often feature Prosciutto and the others prominently which has resulted in some awkward situations when you’re there too.
Melone:
Melone leans on the heavier side of sleeping when he gets around to finding the time to rest. That by itself is a pretty rare occasion.
When he sleeps, he really likes to face you while he falls asleep so if his mind is racing too fast, he can see your peaceful expressions.
He doesn’t speak often while resting but he moves a lot. At the worst, he sleepwalks and at the best, he tosses and turns constantly through the night.
Melone doesn’t think of sleeping as important but if you remind him and ask nicely enough, he’s not going to protest in the slightest.
His dreams are quite vivid but they’re strange and often more self-focused. Sometimes though, he’ll turn around and see you and you’ll warm everything.
Ghiaccio:
Ghiaccio sleeps the most out of all members of La Squadra. He goes to bed the earliest and wakes up the last if nothing interrupts him.
He switches between which positions he favours but he really likes having one of his arms beneath your pillow. Your weight comforts him without being overwhelming.
He is a loud sleeper and if he isn’t snoring, he’s likely speaking. His rants don’t stop in sleep and if you listen, they’re surprisingly coherent.
You can’t convince Ghiaccio to take naps with you unless a job has left him too exhausted to protest. He likes his schedule.
He really doesn’t remember his dreams very well but when you’re there, it’s one of the few times when he remains quiet throughout his sleep.
Sorbet:
Sorbet sleeps deeply every night. He speaks highly of maintaining a constant sleep cycle and encourages everybody around him to try it.
He doesn’t like too much contact while sleeping and the most he’ll give you is a single tangled leg. If you’re an octopus in your sleep though, he won’t mind much.
He makes some strange noises when he’s asleep and the first time you hear them, they will absolutely give you a fright.
You can convince him to nap with you with ease. All it requires is a soft inquiry or a small yawn and he’ll join you on the bed without complaint.
Sorbet remembers all of his dreams in scary detail and he doesn’t frequently enjoy them, abstract as they are, but he always tells you about them if you ask.
Gelato:
Gelato doesn’t sleep for long periods of time, often sustaining himself entirely on short naps, but he’s sometimes willing to sleep at your side if you ask.
He entangles himself with you and wraps his arms and legs around you rather like an octopus, often burying his face into your neck before sleeping.
He doesn’t move much or make any noise but, even when he’s tangled with you, he’s likely not actually asleep. If he does though, he hums softly like he’s serenading you.
If you try and ask him to sleep with you, he’ll encourage you to seek out Sorbet instead unless you really insist. He’s not really able to say no to you.
When Gelato does dream, nightmares chase him almost constantly and he often wakes up in a cold sweat but being with you can sooth him.
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byakuyacoochie · 9 months
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Stolen Dress - La Squadra x Reader
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randoimago · 7 months
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Hello. Ghiaccio, Illuso, Melone and Risotto with S/O, who's La Squadra medic, please?
S/O is La Squadra's Medic
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
Character(s): Ghiaccio, Illuso, Melone, Risotto
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): Yay more La Squadra requests!! Here you go!!
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Ghiaccio
Of course he's yelling and he's mean. You're just trying to do your job with treating him, but he's a baby and complaining about how it hurts and you shouldn't be a medic.
Ghiaccio doesn't mean his words, he just doesn't like the fact that he has to rely on you. He's the one that should be relied on! Instead you're seeing him weak and vulnerable.
I can see him getting a tad jealous if you're patching up some of the other members. He understands that you're helping the squad, but maybe you should stab Melone with a scalpel a couple more times.
Illuso
He gladly sits back as you tend to any wounds of his. Not that he gets wounded often since he's just an informat, but he is happy to let you take care of him.
Might tease you about your bandages being a bit sloppy and you should redo them. Only because he wants you to touch him again and have an excuse to pull you closer.
I can see him being a little shit with taking some of your supplies and hiding them in the mirror world just to see you looking like a lost duck when you try to find them. Eventually he gives them back, but you have to give him a kiss first.
Melone
He definitely tries to watch his S/O patch up other members of the team quite often. It's a bit of a twisted curiousity he has of wanting to see you mend bones or help with blood loss. Some of the members (Ghiacco) tell Melone to fuck off, but he doesn't.
Melone has asked if you kept some of your own blood somewhere just in case a transfusion is needed. Of course, he really wants to use it for Baby Face at some point, but he doesn't say that. Well, he will tell you his true intensions if you asked, but if not then he won't say anything.
Absolutely teases you if he's the one needing patched up. Like, "Oh S/O, let me take my shirt off so it's easier for you to heal me" and it's just his leg that got stabbed (although he'd gladly remove his pants instead if that was the case).
Risotto
Considering his Stand, he doesn't usually get into too many spots where his own blood gets used. But once in a while he ends up having to resort to that. He doesn't like seeing you afterwards, you shouldn't have to see him hurt.
But he knows he needs to be strong and in good health so he does go to you when he's lost too much blood. He sits quietly as you work, not wanting to bother as you tend to him and fuss over his wounds.
Will give you a soft, "I'm sorry" because he is. That doesn't mean he's not going to end up like this again, but he still doesn't want him of all of La Squadra to be the one you take care of, even if it's your job.
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rae-pss · 8 months
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risotto: i don't need to go to bed. i'm not tired, i need to finish something first.
(y/n): but, ris, i'll be so lonely without you. come curl up in my arms so i can feel whole again.
risotto: well. are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?
(y/n): is it working?
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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 3 months
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Hi, may I please for headcanons for la squadra with a gn s/o who often gets mistaken for a prince/ss cause they're fairytale attractive
POV you get kicked out of La Squadra cuz your Disney Prince(ss) ass keeps attracting BIRDS.
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La Squadra with an S/O who gets mistaken as a Prince/Princess
Formaggio
He loves whenever people stop and compliment you, or are absolutely dumbfounded from how pretty/handsome you are. He, probably more than anyone, is aware of just how ethereal you are, and he loves to have the whole world acknowledge it.
If a little kid were to toddle over to you two and asks you directly if you're royalty, due to your beauty, he stands to the side with an amused smile as you explain to the kid that unfortunately you are not!
But as the kid walks away, a tad bit dejected at not meeting a real-life prince/princess, he parts from your side to go crouch next to the little one and talk to them. You don't hear it, but he's sharing a "little secret"...you actually are royalty. He chuckles at the sparkle in the kid's eyes, and the two make a pinky promise to not reveal your "secret to the world" before he catches back up with you.
"What was that all about, Formaggio?" "Oh, don't worry about it."
You find yourself getting called a new petname after that event <3
Illuso
The two of you are BOTH fawned over equally. If you're more on the fem side, the two of you are giving random strangers bisexual awakenings.
And he eats it right up. He's in love with both the attention to himself and the attention to his beloved. Like fuck yes you're also beautiful, it's amazing everyone can see that.
If anyone is to mistake either/both of you as royalty, he'll be perfectly fine with informing them otherwise; more than fine, actually. Why? Well, it's the perfect opportunity to fish for compliments from anyone possible!
"Royalty? Pssh, not at all. You really think so?" "Oh, well I didn't think my face shape was that impressive, y'know..." "MY partner? a prince(ss)? Well yeah, they are quite beautiful, aren't they?"
If you join him in the compliment-fishing he just falls further in love.
Prosciutto
The two of you are ALSO the most gorgeous couple around. Compliments towards your individual and combined beauty are constant because godDAMN.
Pesci is the first one to compare the two of you royalty, and at the time Prosciutto just shrugs it off. Not that he doesn't appreciate his teammate's kindness, it's just that with Pesci it's kind of expected. Feel free to thank him, though - honestly it makes your lover smile a bit to see you get along with his mentee.
It's when some old lady stops you two to sincerely gush over how incredible you two look together that you get reactions. First and foremost, a tightening of his hand around yours.
"Very kind of you, miss. I'm so very lucky to give my life to this perfect individual."
While he's clearly happy with interactions like that, it's when you make the comparisons to one another that he really lets his face grow warm.
Pesci
His heart flutters every time someone is stunned by how attractive you are. He sees himself in their pink cheeks and wide eyes, he knows exactly how they must be feeling. How can someone so beautiful exist?? He sure was still trying to figure that out.
He's just as flustered as you when people call you as pretty as a prince(ss), and he stays quiet, letting you respond to the person. In all honesty, people don't often assume you two are dating at first, but if you bring it up, he is often congratulated for scoring on a lovely fellow/lady. Just think of his smile <333 AUGH
Pesci wants you to be completely aware that he doesn't just love you for your appearance, and he loves everything about you, but...
"...They are right, you're so beautiful!"
He thinks calling you prince/princess is quite fitting, and will definitely ask you if he can start doing so!
Melone
He keeps his mouth shut and watches every interaction: how immediately captivated and smitten every person is, what exactly they compliment, and how you react to each glowing word, whether it be with a flushed face and lost composure or if you smirk and take it all easily.
It's not that he's being creepy or possessive (probably), he just respects that the moment is entirely about you. You and your effortless charm. He just wants to take it all in himself.
But when some wide-eyed young lady likens you to a prince/princess he can't help but grin - you see the same look in his eyes as when he's solving something on his laptop. The result of his calculations? Ah, yep, it's true. You are royally gorgeous.
"What a smart girl. I never connected the words myself but...a prince(ss)? I'd be willing to believe so."
The interaction isn't really brought up between you two beyond that day. However, if there's anything you know about Melone, it's that he's hard to read. For all you know, he could be thinking about it every time he looks at you.
Ghiaccio
His immediate reaction is to wonder out loud how being beautiful automatically connects to royalty. He'll drop it for a second if you ask him too, but when it's just the two of you he'll bring it up again. Really though, can "peasants" not be attractive? What the fuck!?
You have to explain the compliment directed at you to him, but you know what he's like, you pretty much signed up for this. Luckily it doesn't take him long to understand. He agrees, one hundred percent, that you're so incredible that you seem like a fantasy sometimes, so he gives it to you straight how gorgeous you are.
But...it's weird. Something like this usually wouldn't bug him but he can't shake the buzz of feeling bad. He tries not to feel self conscious about his anger, but of all the things to throw a fit over, it happened to be a major compliment to you. He tries to remedy it later that night.
"You are attractive. Most attractive motherfucker in the goddamn world, and hell if that means you're a fucking prince/princess then I guess I have to agree with it. Please never let my temper make you believe I don't love you endlessly."
Good god how you jumble his brain /pos
Risotto
You plague the abstract thoughts of his mind. Every fuzzy visual in his non-terror dreams feel like optical illusions that lead to your face, and the pulses of colour he sees behind his eyelids seem to always be in the hues that remind him of you. In short, he thinks of you a lot. Maybe more than he should.
So when he watches strangers and even some friends praise your appearance, and the comparisons to fantasy and royalty begin, he chews the back of his lip. You, a prince(ss)...he can practically feel his mind begin to run. Something doesn't feel right. He knows the intention of it, but in his mind you're something stronger than that, you're a king. Queen if you prefer.
You rule over his mind, he thinks. You're the foundation of his hope and comfort, but also his fear. Secure in his arms, half asleep and curling into his embrace, you're driving him insane and you aren't even trying. Your mental grip on his challenges his physical grip as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"My queen/king, I love you."
...Yes, yes, you are the most beautiful thing in the world.
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Risotto:*brushing his teeth*
*Illuso appearing in Risotto's bathroom mirror*
Illuso: Number 19. Mouse in Baked Beans.*Leaves*
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