#comforting topic

[headoverjojo]

Hi~ may I have the la squandra with a chubby s/o with BIG thick theighs and butt *to the point of cellulite.* *I* have this and makes me self-conscious at times.

Hi there, darling! Sure thing :3 and please remember that your body is beautiful and NO ONE can say otherwise!! And who’s so rude to tell you something is just an asshole whose opinion doesn’t even deserve to be considered

La Squadra di Esecuzione with a chubby s/o with big thighs

(Under the cut for length and just hinted n/sfw here and there!)

Risotto Nero

Risotto doesn’t absolutely mind if his s/o is chubby and thick. What matters, for him, it’s how they are inside! Still, if he sees them uncertain and uncomfortable with their body, he’d do everything he can to make them feel, instead, comfortable and beautiful. Because they are so, in his eyes!! His way to show it is more physical than verbal; he’d not shy away from kissing and worshipping their body and, especially, thighs, leaving them completely satisfied and full of love. They can’t miss the sheer adoration in his gestures! With him, they can’t feel anything but loved and appreciated, internally and externally.

If someone dares to mock his s/o due to their thick thighs, Risotto is not going to be merciful. No one can dare to make his s/o feel down and upset about themselves, and he’s going to express his thought really clearly. He makes sure that the person can’t talk or walk for at least a bit of time -he doesn’t kill them just not to attract unwanted attention on himself, his s/o and Passione- and it’s absolutely sure that that person and many others would never make fun of his s/o again. When he’s done, he’s back to them, starting again with his worshipping work, at small steps and with sincerity. He knows that it’s a long way, but he’s a determined and patient man!

Prosciutto

Prosciutto definitely leans on the chubbier side than on the skinnier side of preferences. Of course he’d fall for someone due to their character, but if he has to choose purely on a physical level, he’d choose a chubbier person over a too skinnier ones. He’d never tell it loud, but he feels safe and happy when he can rest his head on their chest or on their soft thighs, enjoying their caresses on his hair, after a tiring and stressful day. It’s pure bliss! And, to be honest, it kinda turns him on. They’re just so beautiful, in his eyes they’re the most beautiful creature in the world… he wants to kiss and lavish in love every part of them, right here and now!

As Risotto, Prosciutto isn’t going to show mercy to someone who makes fun of his s/ due to their chubbiness. However, he’d not be as stealthy and discreet as Risotto; he’d beat them immediately, until they finally apologize to his s/o, before crawling away. No one can get away without punishment, under his watch! And, if they, after an episode like this, feel down and ugly, he’d do his best to shoo this idea far from their mind, caressing their cheeks and softly speaking to them, encouraging. He can’t stand to see his s/o feeling so down and sad… they don’t deserve this!

Pesci

Pesci’s not thin himself, so he can understand, to a certain extent, his s/o’s insecurities. He sees how they always try to hide, to be “invisible”… and he doesn’t like it. He tells them it, he tells them what he thinks from the bottom of his heart: they’re beautiful and have no reasons to hide. He loves them and their chub and their thick thighs, everything about them. They’re the perfect person in his eyes and he’d not change even a centimeter of them! He often ends up making them giggle or cry while smiling, but, at the end of the day, he always manages to make them feel a bit more confident with their body and this is what matters!

Pesci is usually a chill person, even one who prefers to stay aside, if his presence is not required, but no one can dare to touch his s/o. If someone makes a comment or laughs at them, Pesci’s going to completely change, switching from their normal mode to his more recent assassin mode. He’s not going to be drastic as Risotto, but is he going to use Beach Boy to make their heart jump a little? Oh, he’s going to do so and with a great pleasure. It’s also one of the few times when Pesci doesn’t actually hunch down but straighten his back and no one with at least a bit of brain would mess with a mountain like Pesci; then, he’d hug tightly his s/o, murmuring that he’ll make sure nothing like this will happen again. He promises it!

Formaggio

Formaggio absolutely loves with all his might his beautiful and thick s/o. He generally loves more “abundant” people, and his s/o’s shape is so wonderful… they’re fun, they actually bear with his shenanigans -and it’s not something guaranteed-, they have such a beautiful body… what can he ask more?! He loves to hug them, sighing in happiness, and to rest his head on their thighs, kissing and playfully biting them, making them jolt and giggle as they lightly smack his shoulder. He loves to see them so relaxed and at ease! And he loves to make them feel more confident about their body. He wants them to see how beautiful they are!

He’s usually a pretty chill guy who prefers to shrug it off and to resolve it in a laugh, but no one has to say anything about his s/o. They are the only thing no one has to touch; they can criticise him, his clothes, everything, but never, never his s/o. His behaviour shifts subtly: it seems friendly and chill, but his smiles are too sharp, his eyes too cold to reflect the meaning of his words. He waits until the asshole is far enough from public eyes, before shrinking them down and making them meet one of his beloved spiders or other kind of insects. It’s surely something they’re not going to forget so soon!

Melone

If his s/o is healthy and well, Melone has nothing to say. He loves them and if they happened to be chubby, who cares? It’s wonderful to hug them, they’re so soft and warm… he feels so good with them! Every time he can, his hands are on them, and not always in a lewd way, bear in mind; sometimes he just wants to hug and cuddle and softly caress their body, while kissing and lavishing them with love… if they felt unsure about their body shape, Melone would wash it away with his adoration! He’s a good motivator, he knows what he’s talking about, and he’d never stop to talk sincerely, to convince them that they have all the rights to walk with their head high!

Melone is not going to react as vehemently as Prosciutto or as sadistically as Formaggio; when someone insults his s/o, he just takes them and brings them out, but, while doing so, he brushes near to the asshole, taking, in this way, some sample of skin or hair. Then, with his Babyface, he’s out to hunt. When he’s back, the day after, and his s/o asks him where he has been, he just says that there’s one less asshole in the streets, now, making them shiver. He does it for them, he does everything for them! And, when the asshole is disposed, he goes back to encourage their self-confidence, making them feel, again, loved and wanted in every way.

Illuso

Illuso loves soft things. Everything in him says it, from his soft quilted suit to his soft hair. That’s what, physically speaking, loves more about his s/o: their softness. They’re round and all soft, especially on their thighs; he loves to hug them and to lay his head on their thighs, relaxing while they play with his multiple pigtails. He never lets them talk poorly about themselves, picking them and taking to the nearest mirror, describing how he sees them: as a beautiful, strong person whom he loves more than anything else. Doing so, day by day, he manages to make them feel a bit more confident and proud of themselves. He’s so happy about it!

However, this doesn’t stop some asshole to make some bad comments on them, making them abruptly fall back to the start, when they felt insecure and self-conscious; Illuso isn’t going to accept it. After taking his s/o out or far from the asshole, Illuso is going to sneakily follow them through the mirrors and, when they don’t expect it, he drags them in the mirror world, leaving them to helplessly roam around. If he’s feeling merciful, he’s going to release them when they’re about to crumble down; if not, they’re going to meet their end in Illuso’s realm. In any case, while he leaves them here, he’s going to cheer his s/o up again. He’s not going to leave them sad and upset!

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio doesn’t admit a lot of things, due to his character, but no one can miss how his eyes are focused on his s/o’s body shape. Even if it’s far from his own, he finds their body shape so alluring and beautiful that he has to restrain himself from touching them every time he can. He has a reputation! However, when they’re alone, he lets his hands travel freely on their body, in particular their thighs, squeezing and pinching, grinning when they sharply gasp, bending, them, to kiss where he has pinched, as to soothe the little pain. He also loves to sink his head in their thighs, sighing in happiness when their hands come to their curls; it’s really heaven!

Ghiaccio is usually on the verge of beating someone when it’s a good day, but if someone dares to speak poorly about his s/o, may god forgive them. Ghiaccio would switch from normal mode to killer mode in a second, stomping to the asshole and punching them rightly on the nose, without a warning or a word. If they want to fight more, well, they’re welcomed to try to hit him and to survive to his heavy and lethal blows. Someone of the Squadra has to physically tear him away from the brawl, while he’s screeching threatens to the asshole -no matter if they’re alive or dead, awaken or passed out- and he’d calm down just after many hours. No one can dare to make his s/o feel bad about their chub and body!

[headoverjojo]

I'm really fukn lonely, so can I have Rohan (g/n so) fluff, please?

Hello honey! OH NO!! Loneliness BANISHED D: Emergency scenario’s here!! I hope it may cheer you up a little!!

Fluffiness for Rohan Kishibe and his s/o

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It had been a tiring day.

You entered in your home, putting the keys in the small bowl placed near the door. The usual darkness that enveloped the house at that time of the evening was the only thing that welcomed you; your boyfriend was still away for an important business trip. He usually stayed away no more than a couple of weeks, as, after a while, he became restless, longing to be home. He liked to search for references around, yes, but he liked drawing more. And more than that, he loved you and, even if he rarely told it, he missed you in an almost physically painful way. This time, however, he had to discuss with few foreign publishers about the translation and publication of his manga and this would have required more than few days.

That was why just darkness had welcomed you in the past weeks. The first days it had been bearable, but now… now the loneliness was becoming heavy. You were starting to miss even gestures and habits you usually found annoying, such as his habit of ripping out the first and last page of his sketchbooks -”My drawing sequence is a continuous flow, so it must not have a beginning or an end.” he always said to justify his weird habit-. You missed his smell of ink, paper and that delicate trace of his favourite cologne; you missed the moment, usually around midnight, when he finally put down the pencil and took off his headband, the official closure of a working day. Even if he wasn’t the most romantic or sweet or affectionate boyfriend in the world, you loved him as who he was. You loved your Rohan as the man he was, with his qualities and flaws.

“Oh, you’re home earlier, Y/N.” you jolted, hearing that voice coming from the still dark kitchen. The light divamped from the kitchen chandelier, flowing also in the living room, and finally lightening your boyfriend’s face, evidently tired but, you could notice it even from so far, content to be home.

“Rohan? What are you doing here? Weren’t you in Europe?” your voice was slightly trembling for surprise and joy. Rohan shrugged, adjusting then his headband.

“Yes, but from now on my editor can manage things by himself. I had already took care of the majority of the organization of the Louvre exposition and for the special edition of the manga, so I had no reasons to stay more time in France.” he explained in a vague tone. Your surprised smile softened, as you got the hint: he missed home. He missed you.

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.” you couldn’t help but smile when you heard his slightly embarrassed grumbling, as you were walking to the kitchen. You smelled a delicious scent of food and you had your mouth watering when you saw that, before coming home, he had stopped to buy your favourite dishes at Tonio’s. You noticed he was eyeing you from the cabinets, while he was taking out two dishes, and you warmly smiled at him.

“Thank you, dear.” you simply said, going to kiss his cheek, feeling surprised when he enveloped your waist with his free arm. He kept you in a half hug for few seconds, before releasing you and going to place plates, cutlery and glasses on the table.

“So… how was Paris? And Moscow? Berlin?” you asked, as you both sat down to eat. Rohan told you about the trip during the meal, enrapturing, as always, your attention. He wasn’t good just at writing and drawing; he was a good speaker too. He spoke in a way that allowed you to clearly picture what he was saying in your head, it was so colorful and vivid… you loved it. And what a story! Rohan, being Rohan and a stand user, hadn’t had a quiet and mildly boring business trip, oh no: it had been full of adventures. And you knew that some of them would have been source material for his beloved manga.

After dinner, Rohan surprised you once more when, instead of immediately going in his studio to at least outline few pages, he sat near you on the couch, enveloping again your waist. You looked at him, surprised, before settling more comfortably near him, resting your head on his shoulder. His thumb gently traced circles on your hip, in a relaxing motion that made you sigh in comfort.

“You know, next time we should go together.” he said, in a low voice. You cracked open one eye, looking up at his face, finding it bent towards yours. He had taken off his headband a while ago and dark green clocks fell on his forehead, framing his teal eyes. Oh you had almost forgotten how intense those eyes could be…

“Did you miss me, Rohan?” you tried to joke, but he remained serious, and with that same seriousness he nodded, tightening his grip on your waist.

“I did. It hadn’t been… pleasant. And you said you always wanted to visit Europe, one day, didn’t you?” you looked at him, amazed and speechless. Was he being serious?

“There were a couple of places, in Paris, that I’d really like to show you. I think you’d love them.” you couldn’t help but smile, tucking your head near his neck. How sweet from him… maybe being far from you for so long had softened him?

“I’d really like it. It’d be lovely.” you softly agreed, lifting your head to give him a sweet kiss, beaming in joy when he kissed you back, cupping your cheek. Now, that was perfect…

When he broke the kiss, you rest your forehead on his, quietly looking in his eyes and smiling, when you saw how relaxed and comfortable he was, now. He was finally home, he was finally with you…

Where his heart would always have been.

[headoverjojo]

Do you think Narancia would have any abandonment issues due to his past? If so, could we maybe get some angsty/fluffy headcanons for him with an S/O with this? Bonus for a super loving and patient S/O who’s willing to work with him through it and assure him that they’re not going anywhere. 😃

Hello there!! :3 Oooh, yep, I agree, Narancia could really have abandonment issues, all in all everyone, in a way or another, left him, this could have left him big scars! And hhhh, angst but with fluff to soothe the pain is the best :,) I hope to have written something good! And that you’ll like it :3

Narancia Ghirga with a loving and patient s/o who’s willing to work with him through his abandonment issues and assure him they’re not going anywhere

Who knew Narancia just a little would have never thought that he, always so bright and cheerful, could hide a tragic past. If someone didn’t know him really well, they couldn’t have ever guessed that behind his loud and joyful laugh was hidden a young man with too many traumas for his age.

When someone became friend with Narancia, the first thing they had to face was his deep trust issue. Narancia was friendly and a nice company to everyone, but gaining his real and deep trust was another story. His s/o knew it pretty well, as, even if it was obvious that he liked them, he was always a bit… reticent to bring things to a deeper level than “acquaintances”.

With Narancia, patience is necessary. He needs to see that the other, being it a friend or a crush, won’t go away even if the situation is hard. He knew nothing but betrayals and abandonment in his life: first his mother, then his father who never cared about him, then his “friends”… even with Bucciarati and the gang, even if they’re the people he trusts the most in all the world, Narancia is still a bit wary, as he’s expecting, at some point, to be betrayed again and left behind.

For Narancia, making a new friend is a big deal: for him, it means to get involved again, to show again his heart, his vulnerable heart, to someone else. His s/o must be caring and patient with it, they have to treat it with affection and gentleness, to show him that they’re not like the others, they’re not like his father or his “friends”. They have to show him that they’re not going to leave him.

Even so, he’d be wary. His s/o must be strong, ‘cause a situation like this would make a lot of people give up, but, if they really love him and really want to stay with him, they must endure this first period. Narancia, once he understands himself that what he feels is more than friendly affection, may tend to close himself to the world, as an automatic self-defence system. He may also tend to try to keep far the person he likes, as he’s too scared to have a so deep relationship with someone: the more you’re close to someone, the more it will hurt when things will break, all in all, and he can’t bear to have his heart broken again, not anymore. If this means to be alone, then so be it.

It’s almost like approaching a wounded animal. It must be done with calm, a step at time, slowly. He doesn’t believe anymore to promises, as promises can be so easily broken: he needs to see with facts and actions. His crush, and future s/o, tells him it: they’re going to make it, they’ll be together. They’re going to show him oh, they’re really going to do it! Just… can he give them a chance? After a while, Narancia decides that it’s worth a try. Until now, they stayed here with him, even if he has tried to keep them far, so… maybe they’re sincere…

And so, they try. Narancia’s s/o is always here to reassure him, to say they’re here and they’re not going anywhere. They’re here to hug him when he wakes up at night frantically searching for them; they’re here when he comes to the HQ after a mission, to give him a kiss and murmuring a “Welcome home” that, oh, really tastes like home sweet home; they’re here to laugh with him, to cheer with him and also to cry with him, they’re always at his side. And this, slowly, crawls inside Narancia’s heart, warming it in a way he missed so much… they’re here, for real. They kept the promise. He’s so happy and relieved he’d want to cry! He can just hug them tightly, when he finally, finally accepts it, their relationship, their presence, the fact that they’ll stay at his side for real and they’ll not leave him as everyone else, murmuring a broken “Thank you” where it’s enclosed everything, his pain, his wariness, his relief… everything is stored in that “Thank you”. And from that “Thank you” they can start a new chapter of their life together.

[headoverjojo]

Can I request the la squadra (separately) about to sleep but their crush comes knocking at their room door asking if they can sleep with them because they're scared to sleep alone? I accidentally watched a horror clips so I'm still pretty shooked and haven't slept yet.

Hello there, sweetheart! I’m sorry you hadn’t slept and I’m sorry for my so late answer! Hope you enjoy these hcs!

La Squadra react to their crush knocking to their room door asking if they can sleep with them because they’re scared to sleep alone

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Risotto Nero

When his s/o comes to knock at his door, Risotto is still awaken, deep in work or just spacing out, trying to win his insomnia. He already heard their soft steps, immediately alert, and goes to open the door after few seconds, recognizing their voice.

He’s a bit concerned, even if he doesn’t show it. Do they not feel good? Is an enemy near? He’s taken aback when they quietly explain the reason why they’re here. A nightmare? It must have been a really terrible nightmare to scare them so much… he lets them in, even if his heart is racing. He must stay professional, he says to himself, he must stay professional…

He lets them do what they want, so he doesn’t push them away when they nestle near his sitting form on his bed. He quietly talks with them, listening to their venting, if they need it, and, to relax them a little, he calls out some Metallica beans, letting them play with the cute little ones. He observes them play with Metallica with soft, warm eyes, and even dares to softly pet their hair, smiling a little when they hum and close their eyes. He’d go on until they fall asleep and then he’d gently cover them with the blanket, watching over them for all the night, as he’s their guardian angel.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s sleeping with a book on his face when they knock at his door. He wakes up with a jolt, disoriented, blinking and grumbling when the book painfully falls on his lap. He gets up, still groggy and grumbling, thinking it was Pesci -he suffers of nightmares too- but, when he almost blindly opens the door and see them his heart almost breaks his ribcage. He’s at a loss of words, while his crush watches him with big eyes still red from tears.

Hearing their shaky voice, he fully snaps back and let them in, still shocked, He’s a mess! He surely just made a fool of himself in front of his crush… he asks them what’s happening and, when they say they had, as he already suspected, a nightmare, he just sighs and invites them to sit on his bed and, if they want to, to talk about their nightmare, to vent out. He has experience in that, he knows what he’s doing.

He lets them lay their head on his lap, while he gently caresses their hair and massages their scalp. He’s worried for them, for their nightmare… but now they sleep so peacefully, like angels, safe from everything bad. He has to protect their sleep, so he stays up ‘till morning, softly petting their hair. He’s more like a zombie, the day after, but knowing that he helped his crush makes him feel all fuzzy and he feels less the tiredness.

Pesci

Pesci’s sleeping for hours, when his crush knocks at his door, crying. He immediately wakes up, frightened, thinking it’s Prosciutto up to calling him for an urgent mission or maybe to wake him up since he slept too much… when he opens the door, however, he’s shocked to see them, their eyes full of tears. He doesn’t even have the time to register what’s happening that they hug him, crying quietly on his shoulder.

He let them inside, making them sit on his bed. He busies around them, asking them if they want some water or maybe a blanket? What about a glass of warm milk? When they nod at the milk one, he immediately goes to the kitchen, warming up some milk both for them and himself, adding honey in it. When he’s back, they curl up near him, relishing in his and the milk’s warmth, feeling safer and safer. He awkwardly envelopes their shoulders in a half hug, silently sighing in relief when they snuggle nearer him. He just hopes that they don’t hear his racing heart…

When they finish their milk, they talk a bit. His crush finds relief in just staying with him, they feel safe and his voice is gentle and caring: he knows how it feels to deal with a terrible nightmare, so he wants to help as best as he can. In the end, they fall asleep on each other, one of his arms wrapped around their shoulders and their head on his shoulder, still sitting on his bed, their back leaning on the bed backboard.

Formaggio

He’s loudly snoring, when they come to him. They need to knock louder than his snores to finally manage to wake him up; Formaggio groggily get up, mumbling a “Coming, ‘coming, dammit.”, thinking it’s Risotto to drag him out for a mission. He frozen when he sees you, crying and trembling, and he immediately regrets the decision to go to open the door without even putting on a shirt.

Seeing them crying, however, he hesitantly invites them inside, at least to make them sit. He watches them plopping on his bed and curling in a ball, still trembling a little. He sighs, discreetly putting on a shirt and then crawling near them, pushing some strands of hair off their face, and asks them about their dream. If they don’t like to talk about it, he tries to make them laugh with a couple of jokes, smiling when he finally makes them smile. He loves so much his crush’s smile!

He lay near them, holding their hands, as they shily asked him, and they fall asleep like that, holding hands, basking in the other’s warmth. When they wake up, they find themselves squished in Formaggio’s arms who, in his sleep, hugged them tightly, almost as they were a plushie. They just huff a laugh and rest more comfortably in his hold, feeling warm and safe.

Melone

Melone has a fucked up sleeping schedule, so he could be awake and at his third cup of coffee in a hour or dead to the world. He’s anyway up in a second, vigilant and wary. He doesn’t like when someone knocks at his door, disturbing either his work or his beauty sleep. He doesn’t complain if it’s Risotto, since he respect the hell out his Capo, but if it’s someone else he’s gonna be vengeful. When he sees, however, that it’s his crush at the door, his maliciousness fades, as he immediately envelopes them in his arms. Their eyes are red and puffy, they has cried!!

He gently makes them sit on his lap, on the bed, and rubs their shoulders, inviting them to tell him what happened. He listens intently to their nightmare, trying to find words of comfort and support, always keeping them safe and warm in his arms. He does his best to make them forget about the bad dream, talking with them about various topics, even managing to make them smile a little.

He cuddles them until they fall asleep in his arms. He doesn’t let them go even now, rocking them back and forth, slowly, softly petting their hair. He’s so glad that they are asleep, since, now that the awareness of having his crush in his arms crawled in him, he’s a blushing mess. He can’t help but watching them sleeping, their face cutely squished against his shoulder, finally serene. He feels… happy. He actually helped them for real. It’s a big deal!

Illuso

Illuso is a bit paranoid, especially when he’s in a vulnerable state such as sleep. His crush, who’s also his friend, knows it, so, instead of uselessly knocking at his room’s door, they straightly enter in and go to knock at the mirror placed in a corner of the room. After few seconds, Illuso’s reflex emerges from the mirror’s bed, groggy and half asleep, his hair down and his face adorably crunched in a sleepy grimace.

He yawned, giving them the permission to enter the mirror world, and he let them hug him, gently patting their hair, forcing himself not to blush or act different just because they’re his crush. He has to be a good friend, now. So, he allows them to stay with him in the mirror world, keeping them company. If they want to cuddle, he’ll accomplish, if they’re fine just lying down near him, he’d be fine too. He adapt to their desires, trying to be supportive as much as he can.

When they are finally calmer, the two falls asleep, tired to the bones. During the night they shifted closer and, in the morning, they wake up in each other’s arms, groggily hugging and mumbling about how much they’re tired. Even if Illuso complains a bit, his heart is beating at maximum speed: he’s hugging them! He slept hugged to them!! He’s so happy he could die, but, of course, nothing is revealed on his poker face. They don’t have to know, at least not now!

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio has always a lot of troubles to fall asleep, so, when the knocking wakes him up, he’s so, so pissed. He finally managed to fall asleep and now he has to restart everything! He gets up, shoving his glasses on and, with his curlers still on, he stomps to the door to give a piece of mind -and White Album too- to anyone who dared to knock at his door -except for Risotto. Capo is untouchable-, but, when he sees that his crush is here, broken and barely restraining their sobs, his voice dies in his throat.

He lets you enter in, hesitant and awkward. He sincerely doesn’t know what to do, he’s not good at comforting people! Prosciutto is the one who encourages people, surely Melone or him would be better than him to console them… but, when they just ask him if they can sleep near him, admitting that his presence makes them feel safe, he gives in, allowing them to do so. Just for them, he says to himself, just ‘cause he cares for them.

So, they lie down close together, their hands barely grazing. It’s his crush the one who holds first his hand, making him almost jolt. He let them do, gently squeezing back, and stay awake all night, his eyes widen, feeling a sweet warm rising from their joined hands. In the morning he’s a sleepy groggy mess, even if with perfect curls, but doesn’t complain and, when the others ask him why the hell he reduces himself like this, he gruffly says that he couldn’t sleep, without saying that they had a nightmare, exchanging with them a knowing look. He doesn’t want them to be victim of infinite teasing!

[headoverjojo]

I’m having an awful time and feel awful and there’s so much wrong with me and I cried and hugged my pillow like it was a person cause I needed it. Any headcannons for ghiaccio hugging an s/o who’s going through an awful time?

NOOOOOOOOO *throws in for a hug* EMERGENCY HCS!! I hope it can help you to feel at least a little bit better 💙

Ghiaccio hugs his s/o who’s going through an awful time

In a first moment, Ghiaccio is angry. Not at his s/o, but at the world. What happened?! Why had it to happen to them?! He’s boiling in rage. He wants a name, or more names, he wants to know who or what made them feel like this. Who or what dared to steal their happiness.

However, seeing them like this, all hugged to their pillow, their eyes red and puffy from too many tears, he slowly calms down. Taking a deep breath, he understands that now it’s not the moment to be angry: now they need him near, not storming around beating the shit out of someone. Their well-being is what he evalues more in the world, more than himself, more than his squad: he’ll stay with them as long as they need.

If they’re hugging the pillow to have the feeling to hug someone, he’ll take the place of it, hugging them back. Ghiaccio’s hugs are rare, but they’re strong, firm, an iron grip. It’s also reassuring, in a way: it’s like he’s keeping them in one piece, not allowing them to fall apart in a bazilion of pieces.

He’ll stay silent, for the major part, just hugging them tightly, keeping them safe in his arms. His heart aches seeing them like this, he just desires to be able to absorb their sadness in him and free their heart from such heavy weights. He’ll not force them to talk, if they don’t want to, but, if they want, he’ll just listen, biting his tongue when he’d want to reply. It’s their time to speak, now.

When they’re done, he just keep going hugging them, caressing also their hair, when he feels they’re a bit more relaxed and he can loosen a bit his grip. He doesn’t care about sleep or such, so he can be stay up all night just hugging them, making them feel safe, as if in his arms no evil can reach them. He voted his life to protect them and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it. He’ll protect them even from themselves.

[headoverjojo]

Is it possible to get a comfort sex scenario with risotto and afab reader? ;0;Thank you!!!! <3

Eyo!~ Here we go, my dear!

Comfort love with Risotto

(Under the cut for NSFW!)

It had been a hard day. A long, tiring day.

You had just returned home from a mission. Nothing new, since you were an assassin and death was your job, but today it had been… different.

Among the targets, you had to also kill a friend from your past life. A dear one, even. Risotto didn’t know it, of course, or he wouldn’t ever have sent you.

You still were seeing his eyes, the light when he had recognized you, the horror when he saw what you had done to his coworkers, the hope that maybe you would have spared his life, in honor of your old friendship. The utter disbelief and terror when he had realized that you were going to kill him anyway.

Because you were an assassin of the infamous Squadra di Esecuzione. Death was your work, when you thought about killing someone, you were already moving to do it. Prosciutto had always been clear about it, when he was training you, when you joined.

You were an assassin; then why was it hurting so much? What was so special this time?

Maybe the thought of having a normal life was hunting you. A sort of “what if” awaken by your friend’s murder. But…

If you never have entered Passione and then the hitmen team, you wouldn’t have ever met Risotto.

He was your rock, your supporter, as much as you were so for him. And now you really needed him.

You entered home, silent. Lifting your gaze, you saw a faint gleam spreading from the kitchen. He was still up, of course… when you were away, he couldn’t sleep, so he kept himself busy with paperworks, to fight the slight anxiety that always clenched his guts.

He had heard you, of course, and after a little his figure appeared near you. Without a word, you leaned onto his chest, burying your face in it. You felt him sigh and his arms gently wrapped your shoulders, rubbing them in a reassuring way, leaving you a bit of time to just breath.

Listening to his calm heartbeat, you finally felt again well anchored to your world. He always managed to calm you down so easily… but, even if now you felt better, it wasn’t enough. You stretched your arms around his neck and he, catching the message, lifted you like you didn’t weigh more than a feather. You nuzzled your face in the crock of his neck, tightly hugging him, while he carried you to the bedroom.

He sat on the bed, keeping you close to him, and simply stayed here, with you on his lap, gently rubbing your shoulders and caressing your hair, keeping you safe in his arms.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he murmured. You opened one eye, feeling the reverb of his strong and low voice under your cheek, still smashed between his shoulder and neck.

“I had to kill a friend from my previous life.” you murmured, finally. He froze for few seconds, before slowly starting again to caress your hair.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have to send you-” you blocked his words with a kiss, bringing him down by his hat’s bells.

“It’s ok, tesoro. You didn’t know and neither I did. It’s our job.” you replied, staring into his intense red eyes and caressing his cheek. It was true and, even if they had known it, you would have gone anyway. You were a professionist.

“I… I just don’t want to think anymore about it. It’s gone, he is gone.” you continued, biting your lip. He sighed, putting his thumb between your teeth and lip, knowing how much you always bit ‘till draw blood.

“Still, you seem really troubled.” he replied, trying to let you vent, even if without pushing you. He knew that with such a weight on your chest you couldn’t have go on for long; in a life like yours, a clear mind was fundamental to survive. You couldn’t have it dazed by some weird thoughts.

“It’s… it’s just that for a moment I thought about how would have been to have a normal life. You know, finish school, a normal job…” you murmured, while his eyes saddened a little. You were too precious for a life in the shadows…

“But in that case I wouldn’t have had you.” you continued, startling him. It was unexpected, as the next kiss you gave him, deep, intense, sinking your fingers in the short white hair on his nape.

“And then my life would have been so grey and empty. A life without you would have been so sad.” you stared in his eyes, sure about your words. Risotto’s eyes grew softer, after your utterly sincere declaration, and he bent his head down to kiss you again, slowly, a deep and languid kiss that made your toes curl and the knot in your guts grow more and more heated.

The thought of a life without him was kinda terrifying, right now. He was the one who helped you not to go insane in a life so dark and merciless. After what happened that day, well… you needed to feel him. To feel that it was all real and that he was so. That it wasn’t all a too vivid dream.

And so you sat better on his lap, unclasping the dark leather braces on his chest, letting them fall over along his long coat, giving him a kiss after another, almost always breathless. He let you do as you wanted, caressing your hips, your back, sliding his warm hands under your shirt to better enjoy the smooth texture of your skin.

He growled, when you started to lightly bite him on his jaw, just to go down to his neck, covering it with attentions and soft care. His hands settled on your hips, toying with the hem of your trousers, making you whine a bit, sinking your teeth in his skin and tearing a delicious hiss from him.

“Do you think it’s a good idea?” he murmured, while caressing anyway your stomach, making you shiver. You nodded, taking off his hat and kissing him again, caressing his cheeks. So stern and lethal but so caring with the people he loved… a really hidden side that you madly loved.

“I’m sure.” you whispered, helping him to take off your lower clothes and popping open his trousers. You smiled on his lips, when you freed his erection, gripping on his shoulders. You stroked yourself on him, gritting your teeth in anticipation and, finally, slowly sank on him, guided and helped by his hands on your hips. His mouth gently muffled your moan, his fingers sank in the soft flesh of your hips, while you were adjusting on him. You always needed a moment to get used to the intrusion, but he was patient. He was always patient.

Slowly, you started to move, using his shoulders as support, sinking your fingers in his white locks, while his hands gently, but firmly, guided your movements. Even when he was being topped, he was the one in charge: he was the one leading the kiss, he was the one giving the rhythm to your movements.

You felt him everywhere, every sense was dominated by him: his scent of leather and iron filled your nostrils; the soft, smooth texture of his hair enveloped your hands; his mouth, which always tasted a bit of blood, had overcome yours; your eyes were trapped in his ruby red irises, that almost seemed to shine in the penumbra; and his soft grunts echoed in your ears. He was all in you as much as you were all in him; this was how it always was between you. You always gave everything to the other, ‘till the last drop. Maybe it was a sort of defence sistem: if death would have caught one of you during a mission, you would have left the world as an empty vessel, since you had had poured all of you in the other. You would have lived on in the other.

But, right now, you didn’t want to think about such things; you just wanted to focus on his mouth on your neck, how he so deliciously stretched you rhythmically, how his hands were digging so much in your flesh to surely leave bruises, but oh, you didn’t care even a bit.

Soon, your movements started to become erratic. You trembled, while bouncing on his lap, his hands matching your faster rhythm as his own breath became more husky. He was near too, you knew, you knew so well his signs, from how his teeth sank deeper in your skin, to muffle his moans, to his hands that almost lifted all your weight to let you royally ride your pleasure.

And you did so, arching your back and roughly tugging his hair, making him grunt, while his hands merciless continued to guide you up and down, prolonging your bliss and, finally, allowing him to meet his own release. He sank his face in the crock of your neck, heavily breathing, rhythmically squeezing the back of your thighs as he released in you, and then, finally, he slowly released you, leaving angry red marks where his hands have sunk too much.

Not that you complained, not when you were laying and nestling on his chest, deeply breathing while you slowly came down from the bliss. His arms encircled you and you nuzzled more comfortably in his embrace, basking in his warmth and in the deep sense of safety you always felt in his arms. Nothing bad could happen until you were safe and sound in his hug.

“Thank you, tesoro.” you murmured, gently kissing his collarbone. He allowed himself to smile a little, affectionately kissing your forehead and hugging you even tighter.

“Don’t even say.” he replied, quiet, making you smile again. You closed your eyes relaxing more in his embrace, deeply breathing, feeling the weight on your chest lessening minute after minute.

When you fell asleep, you did with his scent in your nostrils and his soft lips on your forehead. A faint smile graced your lips, as you drifted into sleep, with the awareness and the assurance that you were really here, that your Risotto was real, safe and alive with you. You fell asleep safe and sound in the arms of the man you loved, in the life you chose and that you would have never changed for anything else.

[headoverjojo]

So because I need therapy after that episode :-; Can I have a scenario with Narancia and his girlfriend talking about their future together and when she thinks he's asleep, she just starts crying cuz she almost lost him and that future and they just try to comfort each other? Please I'm begging ;-; My heart is broken and frozen

YES YOU CAN OH MY GOD ç.ç Like, usually I follow the coming order, but since my heart was broken as well, I decided to make an exception- answering this ask that, in other case, would have been the 192nd. Like hell.

Narancia Ghirga and his girlfriend deal with the Coliseum facts 

(Under the cut for length!)

Even if days had passed, you were still trembling a little.

Even if you could hear so well the loud and joyful laugh of your boyfriend, see him around… it almost seemed unreal. Like a really vivid dream. You were more clingy than usual, always seeking him out, holding his hand, arm, snuggling in his arms as soon as you could. He didn’t protest or tease you, knowing why you were doing it. He couldn’t deny you it, even more because he too needed as much contact as possible. To be sure to still be here, in this wonderful, crazy world.

And the same happened that night, as usual, since your return from that totally crazy mission lasted just one week but that had seemed to last an entire life. Your group came out battered, heavily injured, miraculously alive. Even Abbacchio, barely catched by Giorno. Even Bruno, even if in the ex Boss’ body. Even… even Narancia.

You snuggled better in his arms, nestling on his chest, relaxing just when you felt his heartbeat under your ear, strong and steady as always. His hand gently rubbed your back, knowing what you were enduring. He kept you closer, turning to a side to face you, pressing his forehead on yours, to keep you as near as possible. You smiled a little, brushing his cheek, relishing in his warmth always too overwhelming but that, god, now you loved as never before. You pushed a little ahead you face, softly pressing your lips on his, sighing when he kissed you back and wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you flushed against his chest.

“It’s all ok, Y/N. I’m here.” he murmured, as every night, nuzzling his nose on yours, affectionate. You sighed, nodding, pressing again your forehead on his and toying with the raven hair on his nape, gently rubbing it. His eyes were soft, softer than usual, and a small smile bent his lips.

“And we’re going to do everything we planned, right?” you asked, low, making him smile again. Kissing your cheek, he rubbed again your back, at to protect you from the sadness and fear that clenched your heart and guts.

“Of course. Bucciarati gave us the permission to go back to school, all in all. We could finish high school, before going back to Passione. You know, now that it’s under Giorno, I don’t mind working for it. Or you could go to university, if you want, hm? I can see you well, here. I could call you Dottoressa.” he said, playfully, tearing a small laugh from you. He always managed to make you laugh…

“And then, Nara?” you asked, gently placing your hand on his cheek, softly brushing the smooth tanned skin, grazing his smiling lips with your thumb, smiling as well.

“I don’t know. I just know we’ll be together and that Bucciarati and all the others will be our family. I’m not going to leave you.” he said, pecking your lips again, affectionate, before yawning.

“It’s late, amore… what about sleeping a little?” he asked, rubbing his eyes, making you softly giggling. How dared he to be so cute…

“It seems a wonderful idea.” you murmured, kissing his eyelids, nuzzling then your face in his shoulder, after having rolled him on his back. He huffed, amused, hugging you tightly and sinking his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, content.

“Goodnight, amore.” he mumbled, dozing off. You smiled a bit in his neck, giving him a small kiss, murmuring goodnight as well, closing your eyes. You stayed still, tranquil, listening to his calm heartbeat and breath, which was growing heavier and deeper, as he finally fell asleep.

Just in that moment you allowed yourself to break down.

You sank better in the crock of his neck, silently crying, hugging him. Those terrible moments, when you thought he was dead, were still damnly strong, as they were burnt in your mind. You were near Giorno -in Narancia’s body-; you had been swapped with a near tourist. Giorno was passing you Coco Jumbo/Polnareff, when, suddenly, you were already holding the turtle. You paled, recognizing the signs of a time skip.

And then you saw the blood dripping from the ceiling and, as you lifted your gaze, a silent cry of horror and anguish twisted your mouth.

When you closed your eyes, you still saw Giorno’s body, with Narancia’s soul in it, impaled on the fence, unmoving. It was like time had stopped.

When you regained your voice, you screamed to Bruno, to Giorno, to whoever was here, to bring him down, as you yourself were trying to climb to reach for him, desperate. When he was finally brought down, you held him, as Giorno worked on him, as fast as he could, in a mad run to save his life and soul. You whispered in his ear, as to keep him with you, not giving up even when Giorno said there was nothing more to do. You couldn’t give up. You had dreams and hopes and you would have beat his ass even in heaven if he would have dared to leave you alone. You said him so, while holding him -in Giorno’s body-, washing his face with tears, your eyes closed.

Then, what no one was expecting, by now, happened.

“Jeez, you’d really kick my ass in heaven, amore? It’s not so nice…” you opened wide your eyes, as Narancia, in Giorno’s body, groaned, tasting the points where the wounds had been just few seconds ago.

“What happened? Why are you all crying? Guys, really, what the hell hap-” he didn’t even finished the sentence, your lips on his -Giorno’s-, kissing him and loudly crying, keeping him in a crushing embrace. He was informed about everything as they were running behind Chariot Requiem.

You opened wide your eyes, when you felt his arms grabbing you tighter, almost smashing you on his chest, as his face, buried in your hair just few seconds before, was now bushing yours, his lips on your eyes and cheeks, kissing away the rivers of tears. You almost cried even more, as relief and the new awareness of him -alive and fine and well- washed over you again and again.

“I’m not going anywhere- I swear, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere without you, you’ll have to deal with me for long time…” a watery chuckle escaped your lips, as you peppered his face -he was crying too- with small kisses, sinking your hands in his loosen raven locks.

“Promise, Nara? I want to deal with you forever, have you understood? O-or-”

“Or you’ll kick my ass in heaven, I remember.” he chuckled too, sniffling, kissing your cheeks and nose and lips, murmuring, between a kiss and another, hushed “I love you”s, over and over, as he kissed all your face. You could just hold him tight, as he was your anchor to keep yourself in one piece, as he was doing the same with you. You had been his anchor to life, when all seemed lost. You were his anchor now, as he was for you.

As you cried, you hold on each other, sinking in an endless embrace, throwing out all the anguish, the pain, the fear you both had felt in a desperate but liberating cry.

Your hopes and dreams needed space, after all.

[headoverjojo]

You were expecting a random post but it was IT, THE THIRD PRIZE OF THE CONTEST!! Yeah I’m, UH, like reeeeaally late and I’m super super sorry for this ç.ç This work had been studded with a series of unfortunate events, like firstly I lost the first draft I handwrote and I still don’t know where the hell it is -bet it will pop up tomorrow. Bet it.- I cried for two days and then stared at the ceiling for more than two weeks, then various things irl BUT! I finally managed to write something that satisfies me -and you know that I never publish something that I don’t deem worthy, I mean, maybe in the end it’s not but this is another story- and SO! @kidgoober, my dear, I apologize again for the delay and I want to thank you for your immense patience!! I hope that this would be worth of the waiting! 

It’s a comforting scenario with Giornoxfem!reader. I suggest to listen to “You are enough” by Sleeping at Last, before or after the reading -and the EP “Atlas: Oceans” always by Sleeping at Last during the reading-. Here we go! :3

You’re enough

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In all your past relationships and friendships you always seeked especially two things: respect and honesty. And in Giorno you found both of them.

People were always surprised by how similar you were, in your mature and careful behaviour. How you carefully studied others, in order to know how to behave. Sometimes, people who didn’t know you thought you were just a fake person, ignoring how you were almost brutally honest with each other and your friends. Your behaviour wasn’t a fake one, but more a self-defence system.

In Giorno you found someone who could understand you for real. He knew the struggle of keeping just for himself a reply, he knew how heavy and poisonous were the anger and frustration you had to keep inside, again and again, ‘cause you “were in no position to properly reply”. He was just wholeheartedly grateful that your parents never did to you what his stepfather did to him. You were the last person in the world to deserve this and, oh god, in case he would have liked to have a “talk” with your parents.

That’s why he always did his best to make you feel comfortable to talk with him about everything and to reply to him as you liked. With you he felt understood and at ease; he could, for once, lower his walls and not think about every reaction, every word and action. It was… freedom. And he wanted you to feel the same.

Together, you made so many steps forward. Together, you found that respect and honesty, deep and sincere, you both had searched for so long. You were not just partners, but also best friends, allies, supporters. Thanks to your developed ability to read others’ emotions, you both could tell immediately if the other was upset and act consequently. That was what happened also that day. The right moment you entered home, Giorno needed just a look to see you were deeply upset.

After quickly checking his mental agenda, he grimaced. Oh… you said that you wanted to go to see your parents, that day. Your relationship with them, well… wasn’t the best of the world, but, from what you’ve said, it had improved considerably in the last years. However, some issues were still ongoing and your face said that those issues had resurfaced, during your visit.

He didn’t ask you how you were feeling. He didn’t fake ignorance or a smile, acting as it was all fine. He got up, leaving back every paper, and walked straight to you, simply hugging you, tightly, safely. His fingers gently rubbed your scalp, as you sank in his embrace, sighing in relief. No matter how bad the day had been, Giorno’s hugs had the power to lighten at least a bit the weight on your heart… they tasted like home.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, kissing your temple. You sighed, closing your eyes, relishing a moment more in his warmth, before nodding. He led you to the couch, gently making you sit down, and then put on the stove some water for a good cup of tea.

After returning to you, he kissed your forehead, sitting near you and watching you with calm eyes, giving you the time to recollect your ideas. For long seconds just the soft noise of the boiling water kept breaking the silence in the room.

“My mother did it again.” you admitted, sighing. Giorno closed his eyes for a second. Of course…

“What did she say?” you huffed, fidgeting, before Giorno’s slender fingers came in the way, gently holding yours.

“The usual. She used me to rant about herself and inflate her ego. I had forgotten about one of my aunts’ birthday, not even one of my closest aunts, and I apologized for my bad memory. And she? She went on ranting about how forgetful I am, how instead she always had such a sharp mind when she was young… let’s say, how in general she was better than me in everything when she was my age.” you took a deep breath, after that long tirade, feeling empty. Giorno’s hands never left yours, not even for a second.

“And what do you think about what she said?” he asked, quietly. You shifted a bit, pouting, feeling at unease. What did you think about it…

“Well, maybe she was right. And, like, after that I told her to stop this, to inflate her ego using me to elevate herself and she seemed… hurt for real? And… and maybe I am the wrong one, not her, and that, well… maybe I’ll never be good enough to be at the same level as everyone else. Maybe I’m just too screwed up to be saved.” you muttered, bitterly. You heard Giorno shifting and immediately after you found his face in your vision range. His eyes were serious, as his expression, and it made him look older than his age.

“Don’t ever say it. You are enough, you are more than enough. Do you know how much they hurt you? And look at you. Look at how strong you are. Look at how gentle and sweet and wonderful you are. What you lived could have turned you into a monster, but it didn’t happen. Your will has been stronger and you emerged from that darkness. And even today you still work on yourself ‘cause you want to be a better person. I am so, so proud of you.” he said, with utter sincerity, gently stroking your cheeks. You blinked more times, to keep back few traitorous tears, before taking a deep breath. Enough…?

“But if I’m enough, if I’m… strong, as you said, then… why do I feel like this?- Giorno’s heart broke, hearing how lost your voice sounded. -Why do I feel so small, why her words always make me shrink down? It’s like… it’s like I’ve done not even one step forward. It’s like I’m still that scared child who learned to lie and read emotions in order not to be yelled at. I hadn’t grown.” you concluded, slumping on the back of the couch, your head low. It was so… you hadn’t grown. All those steps forward, all those progresses… all lost in a snap. What kind of progresses those had been, if they crumbled down at the first difficult? You wanted to cry, but your eyes were dry. Even they didn’t want to cooperate, it seemed…

“I have to disagree.” Giorno’s voice was strong and determined, as he gently picked your head up, his fingers under your chin, to stop you from lowering it again. His turquoise eyes stared into yours, firm, serious, but also so gentle, so understanding. He could understand at heart what you were feeling right now… You were similar, all in all. You both, under the shield you had to build to protect your heart, were scared of the world. But, oh… since the moment he met you, Giorno felt like the world wasn’t so scaring anymore. With you it was all better… and maybe it was worth to open up to the world. As long as he was with you, the world was a less scaring place.

“You’re just having a small setback. It’s normal, you’re still healing… there’s nothing bad in it. But this doesn’t delete anything good you have done in this period, it doesn’t delete your progresses. Even if now you feel small and not worthy… you aren’t. I can promise you, you absolutely aren’t unworthy and not enough. I know it hurts, now, that you don’t feel motivated to go on… but please, don’t let this stop you. You’re not alone, now… we’ll face it together, as we always did, ok? Those words will fade, as the pain they gave you. New, positive things will replace this pain. We’ll build new memories, together… we’ll build a happy life, as I promised you. It will be better, tesoro.” he gently pressed his forehead on yours, staring in your eyes. A faint, sincere smile colored his lips and soon was matched by one on yours. You couldn’t doubt Giorno, when he was speaking with such a heartbreaking sincerity. You placed your hands on his ones, softly stroking their back and relishing in their warmth, feeling protected, as even your self-doubt couldn’t do anything against Giorno’s light.

You sighed, feeling the weight on your heart lighter, at least a bit. All in all… if Giorno, the person who more than anyone else understood you at heart, thought that you could do it, that you were strong and worth enough to achieve the happiness you deserve, then… then maybe it was so. Giorno wouldn’t ever have lied to you, even if the truth he had to say was ugly and painful. He wasn’t the type. Everything he said to you was exactly what he thought. And, well… this meant that he really thought what was saying to you.

His words slowly sank in you, as small drops of light, slowly chasing away the dark gloominess that had darkened everything you were seeing. You were enough. You were worth it. You will have make through it. You were strong. And you weren’t alone.

“Thank you, Gio.” your smile was more confident, now, and it made Giorno’s heart flip in happiness. He smiled back at you, one of his rare but, oh, so beautiful full bright smiles, and softly kissed you.

“I’m proud of you.” he repeated, sweetly, before getting up and going to take off the stove the kettle.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” you smiled, turning to watch him, leaning on the back of the couch. A rush of affection ran into your veins, as you were watching his elegant profile, focused on the tea bags and hot water, his golden hair… your Giorno, who made so many steps forward, just as you. He was proud of you, but you were so, so proud of him too, of all the progresses he managed to do in that period.

“I’d love it.” you fondly smiled at him, waiting for him. He was right… together you could do it.

Together you were unstoppable.