Can I please request boobs/ass/thighs preferences of bucci gang and la squadra? For example, in my head mista is an ass man all the way, I don't why, he just gives me that vibe y'know?
Anyways, I absolutely adore your work💕
La Squadra + Bucci Gang + Diavolo/Doppio NSFW preferences - Headcannons
A/N - I... I wanted to keep these short but I just kinda yapped a lil bit LMAOO I did keep it kinda short though <3 probably wayyy smuttier than you wanted but alas if y'all don't tell me for stuff like these I just vibe it HAHAHHA, thank you for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3 I also opened it up from just the 3 you asked because I was just vibing what I think they'd like the most :3
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Bruno -
Oh god good luck even getting an actual answer from him. He won’t actually answer if asked outright by anybody, he most likely would have to be tipsy or dating you…
He's so composed and deadly with his commands that they won't even ask again if he tells them to stop.
But even then there’s going to be a lot of pushback with you of not wanting to be gross and objectifying or make you feel bad about your body. But when he eventually answers? Yeah It’s kinda obvious.
He’s a thigh man, easily.
Not only does he love to hold your legs when you have sex, but also when he gives you head.
There’s something that drives him absolutely CRAZY about digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs to keep them open while he overstimulates you.
But outside of the 3? Yeah he loves your throat.
Not for the ways you might be thinking, no he doesn’t like to choke you. Nor is it because he wants you to suck his dick. No.
He wants to leave love bites and kisses down it while you're being intimate, he wants you to feel loved with every single touch he leaves against your skin.
He also loves to see the mess he’s made after you’re both done, because it makes him feel tingly to have you show his love when you go out with him.
Abbacchio -
He does not care 90% of the time, he actually doesn’t have that big of a preference, genuinely if someone asks he’s not going to answer.
He’s just going to roll his eyes and keep doing what he was doing.
But… If you. And only you ask him, and he knows you’re not just a short term thing? Or that he won’t get judged for not giving a normal answer he’ll tell you.
He loves your hands.
Especially if they’re smaller than his own, and the answer isn’t just for a dirty reason, not that he would ever say that.
Sure he loves the feel of your hands around him when you jerk him off, or even watching the way you get yourself off…
Or the way you desperately grab at him while he fucks you into the mattress. No. That isn’t the reason why they're his favourite.
It’s the feeling of his own fingers entwined with yours when you have sex. It’s intimate.
And it's the only way he can actually get off through the overthinking a lot of the time, he needs to be close to you because you make him feel so loved that all of those thoughts shudder to a stop.
Mista -
He’s one of the only ones that is not even REMOTELY ashamed to answer, he will tell anyone that asks, including you.
Unless he thinks someone is flirting with him, but he rarely notices when they are anyways.
He won’t give the reasons for it but he won’t hide his preference. And you’re all going to be so shocked about what it is omg.
Yeah, no he is absolutely an ass man.
He fucking LOVES it so much.
He does not hide how much he loves your ass either, small or big he does NOT care, he will absolutely have his hands on it ANY chance he gets. And he will tell you how much he loves you, and your ass.
And he’s so flirty about it every time, always asking for you to sit on his lap… Or his face.
He is such a desperate man and he is not even remotely embarrassed about it, he will beg. A lot… Literally however long it takes for you to sit on his face, and he moans like crazy the entire time all while he grips your ass.
He loves doggy for the same reason, yes he loves watching you fall apart but he can’t get enough of watching your ass jiggle with every thrust, it is hypnotising to him and it makes him cum so hard.
Every time.
Risotto -
Good luck to ANYONE who wants to dare to ask this man his preference, if it isn’t you or a member of his team they better hope he’s in public enough that he won’t just outright kill them, especially if they’re gross about it.
His team gets SOME leniency, a glare, a command to stop, a warning of his stands pull against them. They drop it quickly, every time.
But if it's you, he doesn't mind telling, given it’s not a fling. But I don’t see him as the type to date if you aren’t going to stick around.
He’s a thigh man, and I will defend this point.
For one, you can NOT tell me this man is not an absolute munch, he gets INTO it too.
He’s gonna be moaning more than you usually even get to hear, he will absolutely not stop until you’re literally trying to crush his head with your thighs…
He doesn’t try to stop you from doing it all while trembling around him. He fucking loves it, especially if you’re trying to push him away out of overstimulation. And even then he still won't stop, unless you're sobbing then he hasn't done enough.
But that's not the only reason, not at all. Yes he enjoys holding your thighs open while you have sex, he has big hands and loves to drag your thighs around his waist.
But ALSO there is something that drives him wild about watching you ride him, his eyes always dart back up to yours but then fall right back to the way your thighs shake while you try to make him feel good too.
Pesci -
Oh yeah not a single person is even gonna ask Pesci because they think he doesn’t like sex, he flies so under the radar of his team that they don’t even bother including him, not that he minds.
But on the off chance they do actually ask? He’s blushing so hard they still think that he’s either too embarrassed to have a partner or that he can’t sleep with them…
They could NOT be more wrong, they’ll eventually find out when someone comes home at the wrong time and hears you but…
He gets ignored from the sex talks so often, sure you ask as well and he never really gives you a straight answer. Because to him every part of you is perfect.
But there’s one part that he can’t get enough of, your waist.
And no I don’t mean in a weird “Birthing Hips” Type of way.
He is fully obsessed with grabbing your waist during anything intimate, it's almost unconsciously because you feel so good and he just needs to drag you back over and over.
His hands are 95% of the time gripping you so hard it’ll leave bruises, whether it’s while he pounds you into the bed.
Or guiding your movements while you ride him, hell even holding your hips steady while he helps from below when you get too tired.
But the one he likes the most, it's the way he has so much control to keep you pressed against his face while you grind on his tongue, an arm wrapped around your waist tightly so you can't move away too far.
And if you do? He's dragging you right back with a complaint that he isn't done.
Prosciutto -
The team actually might think he fucks LESS than Pesci, he’s so stuck up around everyone that they think his standards are so high that no one actually compares to what he wants. Except you.
If they do ask they get a scoff and a dismissive answer, but if they pay enough attention they’ll notice the small blush resting on his cheekbones over the vulgar question.
Usually more vulgar than he expects when it comes from Formaggio.
You won’t even get a full answer when you ask what he likes, usually just “every part of you.” Which is romantic but… It’s a BS answer and everyone knows it.
Out of the options? He’s a boob man, by far.
He loves so much to watch you ride him, especially if you struggle to take him fully so that it’s slower, more intimate. Desperate. And the way your breasts bounce with every time you sink down onto him has him pathetically close.
He enjoys to have you in missionary, fucking you slow and hard, he loves having his fingers softly digging into the flesh of your boobs. But outside of the 3…
It’s your mouth.
He adores being kissed, he may not come across as a very affectionate person in public but he LOVES to kiss you, he doesn’t like tongue kissing though in any way.
But the thing he loves the most?
Yeah. He loves when you suck his dick, more than anything. He won’t ask unless he’s truly desperate and even then he won’t beg nor will he push you to.
But he can’t take his eyes off of the way his length slips past your lips and the feeling of you around him. It’s addicting, and he never lasts long because of it.
Ghiaccio -
Who is actually risking life and limb to ask this man if he likes boobs or ass… Like, do they actually have a death wish? Who would…
Formaggio.
Yeah that adds up.
And he gets mad EVERY single time, not because he’s necessarily embarrassed, hell he’s the most vulgar of them all.
But because they always do it in public or in front of you, usually both. And the last thing he wants is for you to feel bad about your body because of some stupid preference.
It’ll take a lot of asking or reassurance from you that it’s okay to actually get him to answer in the first place… And guess what. None of the above, and he’s almost annoyed even telling you.
It’s your stomach.
YEAH THATS RIGHT.
He just can’t control how good it makes him feel to grab and hold you during sex (especially if you’re chubby, but he has 0 issue if you aren’t though), one hand on your thigh and the other on your side while he gets you both off.
But he also loves being able to have you ride him so he can touch as much as he wants without having to worry about the position, he is fucked out FAST, full glazed eyes while he just watches you.
His favourite though? Doggy.
So he can be as rough or as gentle as he wants to be while pressing his hand over your stomach or grabbing at you while he fucks you into the mattress. He is GONE and he is... Whiny.
Melone -
People ask him so much he doesn’t even know what he said the last time, and no one even knows what’s his favourite because it always changes.
The team literally has bets of what it is and no one’s been able to get a straight answer, not even from you, who is just as confused because he won’t tell you either.
Half of them think it's because it’s something so freaky even HE doesn’t want to admit, half of them think he literally doesn’t care in the first place. It’ll take a lot of begging from you for him to actually tell you, or just getting him into a completely ruined state when you can ask…
And you do, a promise to let him finish if he tells you. And he does, desperately.
He doesn’t have a single preference except one.
It’s not ass, it’s not thighs, it’s not boobs.
It’s your eyes.
Yes. You read that right.
He loves every part of you, no matter what you look like, but it’s your eyes that ruin him, he physically needs to be able to hold eye contact during sex.
Yes he’s had flings in the past, sure he liked different parts of them in the moment.
But it all feels different with you because he loves you so much, there’s something agonisingly intimate about being watched by you. He begs if he can’t see you… A lot.
It’s pathetic and desperate and he doesn’t care in the slightest, he needs to look into your eyes when he finishes or it’s not the same. He doesn’t care what position.
He just needs that eye contact, and he’ll do anything you ask as long as he can keep your pretty eyes on him. bro thinks he's anasui
Illuso -
The team doesn't even bother asking.
They just automatically assume it’s ass because of his stand, just assume he’s fucking you against a mirror, or in front of a mirror…
Wherever he can to be able to look at himself honestly.
No one asks, they’ll tell him outright that that’s what they think and he can’t decide if it makes him happy or sad that they think that he’s so vain over his own appearance that he wants to watch himself have sex. Because he isn't.
Sure he loves mirror sex but not to look at himself, it’s to look at you…
He is a boob man though. Through and through.
He definitely loves mirror sex, specifically in doggy, he loves to see the mess he’s making of you as you fall apart under him.
He loves to watch your face like that but his eyes always end up dropping back to the way every thrust has your boobs jiggle from below you, especially if you’re pinned to the bed with your head forced up to watch him.
He loves missionary too, it gives him the excuse to fuck you hard just to watch the way they bounce with every devastating thrust.
But his favourite? Riding. By far.
It lets him give up control fully to you to just watch and run his hands across your body, especially if he can grab and knead at your breasts, it drives him insane to feel the soft warm flesh under his fingers as you use him to get off.
Formaggio -
Oh boy, before you’re dating? They’ll regret asking.
He has a different answer every time, and he usually goes into detail on why he loves it so much. But that’s the funniest part, he does NOT fuck.
At all.
His vibes are atrocious when he tries to pick anyone up, it's a miracle that he managed to get a partner in the first place.
And that's only because you bullied him so hard when he tried to get himself laid that he dropped the cool flirty act and then actually seemed like a decent guy and not a complete player.
After you start dating? He stops going into disgusting detail over what he likes, he’s still annoying and flirty but it’s less gross. And he still does tell them, but it’s always the same answer now.
Ass.
He isn’t ashamed to tell you that, in detail.
Usually while he fucks you on whatever you were closest to, very vividly telling you about why he likes it and making any insecurity about your body in the moment disappear.
He prefers to bend you over something to give him full control, enjoying the way that you can’t do anything through the pleasure but take it and moan about how good he feels.
He LOVES the ego boost, but even more than that he loves to grab your ass…
And the only one on this list I can see would be into spanking his partner, it has him fucked up completely because every single time it makes you clench and he’s basically just edging himself at that point but he cant stop himself.
He’s flirting the entire time too, he’s a cocky bastard and he needs you to know just how hot it is when your ass jiggles under his hand.
Diavolo -
Well the plus side for him is that NO one but you is going to ask what he likes, but whether he’s too embarrassed to actually give an answer or doesn’t want to is actually insanely hard to tell which it is.
But you ask regardless, hell sometimes you even ask Doppio when he's fronting, he only ever laughs and refuses to give a straight answer for Diavolo either.
But you don't let up asking Diavolo anyway with a sweet smile until he finally breaks.
And you find out very quickly, it’s ass.
It’s perfect for him because it means he doesn't have to keep your eyes on him the entire time, don’t get him wrong he loves to look at you but sometimes he hates being perceived.
In times like that he loves bending you over something or pushing your head down into the pillows and taking you from behind.
He doesn’t fuck you hard most of the time, it gets him too close too quickly and he likes to feel you for as long as he can before he finishes, preferably after you.
His hands do NOT leave your ass either unless you try to hold his hand, and even then he still has one against you because the feel of you drives him wild.
But the way your ass moves with every thrust has him louder than you ever get to hear him.
Low panted curses with every few snaps of his hips because watching you makes him so hard that he can’t think straight and he’s trying to control himself to make you feel good and not just pin you down and be too rough.
But sometimes he struggles to finish without your eyes on him though and it makes him incredibly flustered to have to ask you to look at him while he’s inside you. But he does.
Doppio -
Once again there is really not gonna be many people that are going to be asking him other than you, Diavolo doesn’t need to because he can literally see the way he falls apart when you do specific things.
But on the off chance that someone in public does ask Doppio will be so taken aback that he will just completely turn down answering, not that he would have answered in the first place.
But when you ask? He makes you guess…
He won’t outright tell you but he has a LOT of fun while teasing you until you get it right. But it’s not just one thing, he gives you a little leniency of course.
His favourites? Your throat, collarbone and your hands.
One of his absolute favourite things when you have sex?
Pressing kisses down your throat while he fucks you slowly, whispering all of the things he’s going to do to you before he does them.
And with every wet kiss he leaves to your throat is another thing he whispers into your skin, punctuated by a hard thrust. Slow and devastating.
But of course he knows what he's doing, he wants you worked up long before he actually fucks you. And when he does?
He knows your hands are going to be grabbing at him in any way you can to ground yourself and it drives him insane to watch you fall apart and grab his arms where they cage you below him with tears on your lash line.
It’s insane you wouldn’t figure it out before guessing because he will NOT stop biting and sucking marks into your throat and collarbone while groaning in your ear.
He needs to hold your hand when he gets close though, he has to feel you connected to him in such a loving way when he finishes.
I loved the college au! Could I have a La squadra version of the college au?
Im not sure if you take requests but you can ignore this if you don’t!
JJBA College Au Headcanons ft. La Squadra | SFW & NSFW
a/n: hi anon! thank you i appreciate your kind words and i'll absolutely make a la squadra version. i plan to do one for mostly everyone, just bare with me ^^;; also can u tell how much fun i had writing melone.
tags: nsfw under the cut, gender neutral reader, drinking and alcohol mentioned, smoking, melone is a pervert lol, HOPPIN DIH DIH DIH, no established relationship, college au!! , no mentions of stands
Risotto Nero
- criminal science/criminology major with a minor in english. i can see him becoming some kind of federal agent or detective, he's very observant.
- probably the most studious out of the whole squad. he studies and takes really good notes, but they're not color coded.
- professors know him because of his test scores, he barely raises his hand in close and he hardly ever goes to office hours.
- his dorm is kept pretty neatly and he has no roommates.
- has gotten in trouble by an RA for leaving a candle and a couple of matches on his desk.
- the type to make thirst traps on tiktok to corny, edgy music. he unfortunately is a retired e-boy, reminds me of corpse husband.
- hey but he still dresses up alternatively, he quite literally grew out of that e-boy phase and looks really cool now.
- wears lots of rings on his fingers, both hands too.
- likes to people watch. he'll sit on his bed, which coincidentally, is right next to the window. he'll look out and just watch people go on about their lives.
- most of his classes are either in the middle of the day or late at night. it's not even his fault, he hates having to wait the whole morning to go to class.
- only bring a laptop and a pencil to class and he spends the whole lesson on his laptop at that. never once looks up from the screen.
- uses tiktok and instagram but he has private accounts. refuses to tell people he was once semi famous.
- thinks most of the parties here at college are so lame and would most likely leave early after a drink or two.
- you won't find him in the crowd at parties, he's always gonna be outside with his friends rather than mingling. he's just not interested.
- smokes ocassionally.
- probably drives a convertible. it's black and he keeps it clean.
- the designated driver sometimes and he's had to just straight up refuse sometimes because whose paying for his gas??
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- very sloppy with it, with anything. whether he's giving you heated kisses with strings of your saliva connecting or when he gives you head.
- not so undercover freak, he likes to bite. he likes to spank. he likes to choke. he likes it when you gag. park that big mack truck, right in this little garage.
- speaking of gagging, he's a face fucker. he'd have your head pinned against the wall where you have no choice but to take his thrusts. you feel like a blow up doll lmao.
- into hair pulling. while he's fucking inside of you or using your mouth as his personal toy.
- he's pretty big. like really. he's really tall, his hands are big, his feet are big. everything about him is big.
- likes to do it against the wall. mind you, the dorm room walls are thin and he wants the whole floor to know whose making you feel this good.
- got the happy trail and it leads into a bush. he does NOT shave at all, it's so musky and manly.
- he doesn't have a lot of body counts and it's because he looks intimidating.
- his cum is thick, thick. and white. and he comes a lot. you feel entirely full when he stuffs you like a twinkie bar. it will definitely leak out, no matter how much he plugs your hole.
- pretty quiet for the most part until he's close to his orgasm. he'll let out a few deep groans before he'd emptied himself.
- indifferent about protection. just know his pull out game is strong but, he stays inside on purpose because cream pies are hot to him.
Formaggio
- his major is left undecided, he doesn't know what he wants to do and he kinda doesn't care. just goes with whatever is thrown at him.
- lowkey a bum, he has no job and he spends a lot of his time hooking up with people and partying.
- drives a beat down car that makes everyone wonder how it's still operating.
- has been in school for so long and it's ONLY because he's constantly taking term breaks and gap years.
- not a morning person at all, he wakes up super duper late. like 3, almost 4 pm kind of late.
- always eats out. whether in the dining hall or at a bar or restaurant. can not cook for himself.
- has somewhat of a reputation about himself, a lot of people know him as a man whore. and he kinda relishes it in and plays into it.
- messy handwriting, it's words jumbled together. the doctor writing your prescription type of handwriting.
- his dorm room isn't anything but clean. he has piles of clothes on the floor, his bed was unkept and some empty bottles of alcohol here and there.
- had a life crisis about what he wanted to do with himself and it sent him into a depressive episode. lasted for weeks and it was one of the worst moments of his life.
- wanted to join a fraternity and almost got recruited until they all saw his grades and realize he was almost failing everything lmao.
- has gotten crabs (pubic lice) at some point during his time at the campus. get tested and stay safe and keep your hygiene in check!
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- car sex, car sex, car sex. in his beat up, dirty ass car. if you complain about it, he'll tell you it's not that bad and start kissing up your neck.
- likes the more animalistic side of sex, just raw fucking each other and that's it. he could honestly care less for the sappy words you'll say to him. or even the simple "i love you's". it's just too much for him.
- oh he hates condoms. it doesn't feel the same for him, he needs to go in raw.
- ties a sock on the doorknob to let everyone know what's going on.
- he's into anal. he suggests anal on the second round (yes, second round). if you're up for it, he's a happy man. if you're not, he's bummed out.
- clothed sex? would be down to just pull your underwear down or to the side enough for him to stick it inside.
- grunts and moans a lot, especially if he's mocking how loud you're being.
- his cum is more liquid, almost milky than thick. it shoots out in ropes.
- loves to cum on your body, it's such a sight to see your skin glistening with his cum.
- a reciever. he likes recieving pleasure more than giving but thats not to say he isn't good. it's just he wouldnt do it often and would gesture his crotch instead.
- his dick is uncircumcized, you wrap your hand around the length of it and watch the skin get pushed when you stroke him.
- one and done kind of guy, one round with him and he'll tell you to leave. or he leaves your room.
Illuso
- a history major and he's so frickin' smug about it.
- the type of guy to think he's better than everyone else in class, just because he knows surface level facts and information most other people wouldnt have known.
- and for that reason, it's useless to ask this guy for any kind of help for any assignment.
- he would laugh at your face and go, "you should read the instructions before asking for help. it's not that hard."
- highlights the whole damn page while he annotates a passage.
- spends a long time doing his hair before going to class. hell, he probably brings a brush in his backpack. the others probably tease him about it.
- probably smokes with risotto, only when he's stressed though. hates the taste and the smell but man does it help him with his stress. other than sex.
- only goes to parties when prosciutto invites him to them.
- the type to purposely sit away from everyone and puts his backpack on the empty chair next to him to avoid people.
- drives a compact car, like a white toyota corolla. it's dirty at the back and the inside smells like pencil shavings and citrus scent that lingers.
- the second designated driver, right after risotto in case anyone needs a ride.
- failed one class and his ego has never been the same. thats why he's so stuck up, he refuses to fall short again and locks in. or at least tries to.
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- has a voice kink. he's really into those "dommy mommy" voices smh.
- lowkey hasn't slept with that many people but he isn't completely useless.
- unironically loves to roleplay in the bedroom. his favorite scenarios is pretending to arrest you as a cop and doctor x patient.
- he's a switch who is in denial, he doesn't realize how much he likes it when he gets challenged in the bedroom. put him in his place.
- listens to audio porn? lays in bed late at night, trying to de-stress and he lurks around reddit to listen to random strangers moaning in their mic.
- he's got an average sized dick, nothing too crazy about it except for the small bush he's got going on.
- it's like a forest down there and im not sure if you'd wanna explore it or not. say yes.
- cums like crazy, the type to profusely apologize for making a mess. "fuck it's everywhere... 'm sorry.. i can't stop.."
- he's not sorry. and he'd want you to lick the mess all up.
- into mirror sex (ehh? ehh? see what i did there?). gets some kind of superiority complex of beinf mesmorized of his reflection of his big body fucking into yours.
- a bit on the louder side, sighs and grunts a lot more than moaning. you'll hear lots of "uhuh" and "yes".
- likes to play music quietly in the background, just to fill in the silence.
- immediately heads to the bathroom after he's done. he's getting himself clean.
Prosciutto
- a criminal justice major with a minor in business.
- wears a suit and tie to class often, he looks and acts like a tryhard and he kinda is.
- likes to play devil's advocate during class discussions. people often assume him to be kinda sleazy.
- regularly goes to parties that are hosted by the frat boys, he's kinda popular with them and knows them personally.
- drinks a lot, often seen tipsy if you catch him.
- only uses MLA format, doesn't even care if the teacher wants him to use APA. he's sticking to what he knows.
- pretty well known throughout the campus. doesn't mean he's well liked though.
- attempted to run for the student council but didn't get enough "yes" votes. he was mad LOL.
- probably lives off campus tbh, don't think he can stand sharing a small space with someone else.
- has glasses that he wears when he reads. doesnt wear them at all but he does have the case sitting on his desk.
- takes his notes traditionally on a notebook with a fountain pen that costs more than the rent he pays in his dingy apartment. he looks like a million bucks but he's not that rich.
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- sending dirty texts and pictures to each other is your form of foreplay.
- he gets off being addressed with many names. call him "sir" or "daddy" and you have his full attention.
- pda fears him, he doesn't really care that you're in public with friends or something. he's gonna pull you to his side and start kissing you and exposes the hickey you have from him.
- speaking of which, he loves to mark you on your collarbone and neck.
- likes to slap the tip of his dick against your tongue when you're giving him head. eye contact is important and he wants you to look at him always.
- creampies. you can't escape from it, he needs to fill you up.
- gun play? he'll have a "fake" gun hidden under his pillow and do roleplays with you. he gets hard at the scared expression when the barrel is pressed against your forehead.
- likes making you suck his fingers. he wants you to prep it for him before he finger fucks you.
- doesn't care about the scratch marks on his back or the hickeys you give him. if other people point them out, he laughs and says your name. that you were the one to blame for it.
- he's pretty big and pink at the tip. the shaft itself is long but his tip is fat. ready for you to pop it in your mouth.
Melone
- computer science major with a minor in kinesiology.
- doesn't pay attention at all in his classes, he's always hunched over with a hoodie over his head and nose nearly pressed against the computer screen.
- has the diet of a toddler. thrives off of chicken tenders and mac and cheese.
- a discord mod and a reddit mod, sorry not sorry. and he takes his roles very seriously.
- always wears headphones over his ears, sometimes he's not listening to anything. he just likes to muffle the outside noises.
- despite not participating in class, he always shows up to his lectures. and on time too, on the same chair.
- only ever been to like one or two parties on campus and he left a few minutes of trying to mingle. his friends dragged him.
- multitasks doing homework and them hopping on a game with friends. does this a lot actually.
- the type to hardly ever leave his dorm. yes, he just stays inside 90% of the time like a hermit. RIP whoever his roommate is. that 10% is him going to class but it's in the morning so he comes back at like 10 am smh.
- runs a school's confessions page on social media and does anonymous posting. the other owner is jodio LMAO.
- walks around barefoot in the dorm buildings. goes to the bathroom, barefoot. take a shower in the communal rooms? barefoot. goes downstairs to get his mail, barefoot. the kitchen to heat up food? barefoot.
- has a driver's license but no car. depends on other people to gice him rides LOL.
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- the biggest pervert known to man and he doesn't even try to hide it either. he knows he's a loser and he thrives off of it.
- has lots of fetishes and kinks. he's into the smell of your sweat and your musk, wants to lick your armpits.
- jerks off daily, it's really concerning. he needs to give his dick a break tbh.
- probably has subscriptions to some onlyfans accounts from random cheerleaders and other students on campus.
- a virgin. you definitely took his virginity and he became obsessed with you.
- loves, loves, loves pegging. he wants you to use him however you please.
- super vouyeristic too, someone get this man a cuck chair. he's a big fan watching you get manhandled by someone else, preferably a buddy of his like ghiaccio or prosciutto as he sits and watches.
- cum is kinda watery and milky white and it comes in big waves. prepare yourself.
- has a foot fetish, sorry not sorry. he will suck your toes, he will combust at a foot job, or wants you to step on his erection. bonus points if you wear high heels or really soft socks. he likes the stimulation.
- if he had the money, he would be a paypig.
- average size dick and he doesn't know how to use it, please just show him.
- probably has secretly recorded or taken a picture while the both of you were doing it. keeps it in his personal stash.
Ghiaccio
- a mathmatics major with a minor in english.
- hates everyone in all his classes, he thinks they're all too prissy. and yet, he acts similarly to them.
- regularly goes to the campus convenience store to get his frozen dinner for the night. he doesnt want to cook.
- studies in the library, specifically at the very top floor where it's complete silence.
- guilty pleasure of liking girly kpop and jpop music. nobody knows about this and he plans to keep it that way. sometimes it helps him with his studies
- constantly complains about the work load his classes give him, along with the professors of whoever is teaching that course. even if he passes with a perfect A, it's not enough and he's still displeased.
- has forgotten to eat a full meal once in a while, he just munches on whatever was in his backpack. thats why he's so angry smh.
- got his licensed suspended for reckless driving. do NOT let this man behind the wheel, please. road rage is one thing but then wanting to swerve the car next to you into uncoming traffic is another thing.
- a professor mispronounced his name as "gecko" and he seethes anytime he see's that specific professor.
- has broken pencils and pens from getting a grade that he wasn't satisfied with on his exam.
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- average dihhh but he knows how to use it.
- likes having his balls sucked and cupped. bonus points if you tell him you like his balls, he'll curse you out but he WILL remember this.
- slaps your ass, bites your neck, gropes your chest, digs his fingers into your skin. the whole enchilada.
- loves, loves, loves to mark you. by the end of the night you'll have hickeys and small bruises from his grabbing on to you rather aggressively.
- completely knocks out after he climaxes. hey, the sex was that good for that it made him pass out. mouth hanging open too as he snores.
- his groans and grunts are animalistic, like he legit growls like he's in heat or something.
- and it gets louder the closer he is to his release. and it's thick as he empties himself inside or on you.
- preferably on you because the sight of his cum glistening under the dim lights on your soft skin gets him hard again.
- curses like a damn sailor. if i had a potty mouth jar for how much he cusses, i'd be a millionare.
- a little mean but don't take it too personally. "filthy pervert, you've been wanting my dick this whole fucking time, huh?"
Jofoes (or La Squadra I’m okay with either!) x reader who has a stand that allows them to communicate with the dead and reanimate the dead/inanimate objects by transferring a heart into them
sure i’ll do both ^^ thank you for requesting <33333
Dio
Dio would be deeply intrigued by your ability because it spits in the face of mortality in a way he respects.
He’d absolutely test the limits of your Stand. “Can the dead still think coherently? Feel? Remember pain?” meanwhile you’re standing there like “can you not ask that while I’m eating.”
The fact you can converse with spirits means you know things other people don’t. Secrets. Regrets. Final thoughts.
He loves when you casually reveal information nobody should know because a corpse told you.
He probably uses you as a terrifying interrogation tactic.
Somebody lies to him and suddenly you’re crouching beside the body extracting the truth.
Dio smiles SO hard at that.
He adores when your power scares people.
If you reanimate an object to protect him, he gets strangely affectionate about it.
Like imagine knives moving on their own because you gave one of them a heart and told it to kill for him. He’s delighted.
He calls your Stand divine.
Kars
Kars treats your Stand like a scientific miracle. Constant questions.
“Does consciousness remain intact after cardiac transfer?”
“Can animal hearts animate humans?”
“Could your Stand sustain evolution beyond natural death?”
You’re fighting for your life trying to answer.
He’d watch you work with this fascinated expression. Especially if inanimate objects move with hearts inside them.
Kars especially likes that your ability blurs the line between living and nonliving matter.
He already sees biology as fluid, so your Stand validates him enormously.
If you ever revive something ancient or speak to long dead beings, he gets very quiet listening.
Imagine you casually translating the words of some ancient dead warrior and Kars recognizes the dialect.
In his mind, humanity absolutely does not deserve access to you.
Yoshikage Kira
Kira pretends your ability disturbs him.
Secretly he is fascinated to a genuinely unhealthy degree.
Because your Stand interacts with the dead in such an intimate way. And Kira is already weird about death.
If you can speak to spirits, he’d become paranoid wondering if his victims linger around you.
Imagine you suddenly glancing over your shoulder and quietly going: “There’s a woman here asking where her hands are.”
He freezes. FULL body freeze.
But afterwards he actually starts seeking you out more.
He tells himself it’s because he needs to monitor you. It is not.
He likes your calmness around death. You don’t recoil from corpses or blood or silence. Neither does he.
He’d honestly melt a little if you reanimated something mundane for him. Like a tie pin crawling back into his hand because you placed a tiny heartbeat into it.
He finds your ability strangely beautiful.
Also he’d absolutely ask if you could preserve someone “perfectly” after death.
…. No words.
Diavolo
Your ability makes Diavolo nervous. Which = he becomes obsessed with controlling you.
Speaking to the dead is dangerous when you’re a paranoid mafia boss with a hidden identity.
He constantly worries dead traitors might expose him through you.
If your Stand can communicate with souls directly, he sees you as both invaluable and threatening.
He probably keeps you close under the excuse of protection. In reality he just wants to monitor what spirits tell you.
But unfortunately for him, your power is also insanely useful. You could literally interrogate murder victims. Find hidden bodies. Learn secrets buried with the dead.
If you calmly tell him, “the dead man says one of your subordinates betrayed you two weeks ago,” Diavolo immediately believes you. No hesitation.
He’s also deeply unsettled if you reanimate objects because it creates unpredictability around him. Something moving when nobody touched it bothers him. He likes control too much.
But he likes you too much to stay away. Which annoys him immensely.
Enrico Pucci
Pucci sees your Stand as spiritually significant. Possibly divine.
He believes your ability must have some connection to fate itself.
Conversations with the dead? Hearts granting false life? Oh he’s having theological thoughts immediately.
Conversations with you sometimes end in him writing next week’s sermon.
He’d speak to you very gently while asking deeply unsettling questions. “Do souls linger willingly… or because they fear judgment?” Thanks Pucci. Super normal question.
He absolutely asks if the dead ever speak about heaven. Or destiny. Or God.
Your ability probably strengthens his belief that souls have predetermined paths.
He respects you immensely. Maybe too much.
Pucci would also be very tender if your ability exhausts you. Especially after prolonged communication with spirits.
He’s one of the few who notices how emotionally draining it is hearing dead people constantly.
If ghosts crowd around you whispering, he’d quietly remove you from others so you can rest.
If you ever let him communicate with Perla again, he would never forget it.
Funny Valentine
Valentine sees your Stand as a national weapon immediately.
I’m sorry but this man would become absolutely insane over the military/intelligence potential.
Dead soldiers revealing enemy plans? Historical figures speaking to you? Objects acting as spies after receiving hearts?
He’s already drafting the classified programs in his head.
But on a more personal level… He’s weirdly charmed by the softness you may develop toward the dead.
You treat spirits with more kindness than most living people. He notices that. He admires it.
He also becomes strangely protective if people fear you. Because many WOULD. Your Stand is eerie.
Valentine would calmly reassure others while secretly enjoying how unsettling you are.
Diego Brando
Diego acts like your Stand is disgusting.
Meanwhile he cannot stop asking you to do things with it. “Can you make this move?” “Can you ask that corpse something?” “Can you put a heart in that?”
He’s like an evil little kid poking roadkill with a stick.
He gets especially freaked out when inanimate things become animate.
You hand a dead bird a heartbeat and suddenly it’s twitching and staring at him.. He almost throws something at you.
Then five minutes later he’s asking you to do it again.
He’d tease you for talking to spirits. “Got any ghosts following us around?”
Meanwhile he absolutely sleeps closer to you after seeing your powers because they scare him a little. He’d NEVER admit that though.
Also if someone threatens you and you casually animate nearby objects to defend yourself, Diego falls a little in love. That’s cool as hell to him.
Tooru
Tooru would be disturbingly calm about your Stand. Like he already expected something horrifying from you.
He’d ask very casual questions while internally calculating how your ability could be useful.
The fact you can manipulate the boundary between life and death fascinates him.
He’d enjoy watching you animate objects. Not in a dramatic way either.
He’d just quietly observe with that little smile while a dead thing jerks back to life beside him.
Honestly he likes hearing you talk to spirits.
He’d especially enjoy if your Stand creates uncanny situations.
He’d absolutely flirt while you’re doing horrifying necromancy too.
“You look cute when you’re resurrecting things.” Psychotic sentence.
Risotto Nero
Risotto understands your relationship with death better than most.
He’s one of the least judgmental about your ability. If anything, he finds it comforting.
You can give voices to people who lost theirs. He respects that.
He’d sit quietly beside you while you communicate with spirits. No interruptions. Just listening.
He probably asks you once- very quietly, if his cousin’s spirit ever appears around him.
If you answer honestly and gently, he trusts you deeply afterward.
Also your abilities together are nightmare fuel. Metal manipulation + corpse manipulation Absolutely horrifying duo.
Enemies would think they entered a haunted house.
Formaggio
Formaggio thinks your Stand is very cool.
He’d love you to put tiny hearts into random objects just to see what happens.
You turn a spoon alive and now it’s aggressively chasing him around the kitchen.
He definitely tries to prank the others using your ability.
“Hey Ghiaccio look at this dead rat-” Worst mistake of his life.
He’s actually surprisingly good at making you laugh about the creepy aspects of your power. Which you probably need sometimes.
Also if ghosts follow you around constantly, Formaggio gets used to casually asking: “Anybody dead in here right now?” Like he’s asking about the weather.
Illuso
Illuso is simultaneously fascinated and deeply unsettled.
He hates not understanding your Stand fully. The dead are unpredictable. He dislikes unpredictability.
But he somewhat likes the aesthetic horror of your ability.
Especially because your Stand probably works beautifully with reflections and abandoned spaces.
He’d absolutely act smug while secretly avoiding eye contact with reanimated corpses.
He does NOT want them looking at him.
Ghiaccio
Ghiaccio is HORRIFIED. Viscerally.
Your Stand scares the shit out of him. Especially the object animation thing.
A dead object moving unexpectedly would make him scream.
He acts angry about it because admitting fear would kill him. “WHY THE HELL IS THE LAMP BREATHING?!” Meanwhile you’re trying not to laugh.
Over time though, he becomes attached to your Stand. Mostly because you can weaponize fear SO effectively.
Also he secretly likes when you reassure him after scaring him accidentally.
He’ll deny this to the grave.
Melone
Oh this man is obsessed. Scientifically. Morally ...Physically.
Every possible way.
Your Stand is literally his dream research topic. “So the heart acts as a conduit for pseudo-consciousness?”
He is vibrating with excitement.
Melone absolutely asks to document EVERYTHING. He wants recordings. Measurements. And Case studies.
He’s especially fascinated by the emotional residue left in reanimated things. Like objects “remembering” previous owners.
He’d become genuinely entranced listening to you converse with the dead.
Also he thinks your eerie aura is attractive.
Unfortunately.
Prosciutto
Prosciutto respects your Stand immensely.
He sees it as heavy. Serious. Not something to joke about.
He notices how death changes people and realizes you carry that burden constantly.
He’s one of the few who checks whether you’re okay after using your ability. Especially if the spirits are distressed.
He’d quietly ground you afterward. Hand on your shoulder. “Come back to the present.”
Also enemies fear you two together. Aging and necromancy aesthetics..
Literal horror movie villains.
Pesci
Pesci is terrified at first. Absolutely terrified. If a corpse suddenly talks near him he may actually cry.
But you being gentle with spirits makes him trust you quickly.
He starts asking innocent questions about ghosts. “Are they lonely?” “Do they stay near people they love?”
Honestly your ability helps Pesci process fear surrounding death.
He becomes attached to listening to your conversations with spirits. Especially peaceful ones.
He also thinks it’s amazing when you animate small objects. Like a toy waving at him.
He’d smile so hard at that.
Probably asks you to animate little things for him just because he thinks it’s cute.
He holds your wrists above your head while having his way with you
featuring. bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, doppio, diavolo, risotto, prosciutto, melone, illuso
cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). explicit smut, pinning down, mix of gentle and rough sex, praise, degradation, sub/dom vibes, edging, implied!cnc (diavolo), choking (diavolo), impact play/spanking (risotto), mild breeding kink (melone), mirror play (illuso)
Bruno Bucciarati
Bruno had you on your back, your body sinking into the mattress beneath him. He had been kissing you for what felt like hours, slow and deliberate, like he was taking you apart just to leave you aching for more.
Your hands kept grabbing at him desperately and he caught both wrists mid-reach and pinned them gently but firmly above your head.
"Ah-ah-ah," he softly tutted, smiling down at you with affectionate eyes.
He used his free hand to push the straps of your dress down your shoulders and worked the fabric lower, exposing your tits before bunching the rest of it around your waist for easier access. His caressed you tenderly, thumb brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch.
"Bruno...please."
"So impatient," he teased warmly. He slowly freed his cock and rubbed it gently between your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal. "Although I love how ready you always get for me."
He pushed inside you with one smooth, deep glide. "AhHh--Bruno!" you moaned, back arching as he stretched your pussy open.
He groaned softly, looking at where you were connected. "Perfect--Mm, you always feel incredible." He started with long, lazy thrusts, rolling his hips in a way that made your toes curl. Your soft curves bounced gently with each unhurried stroke while he kept your wrists pinned above your head.
"Look at you," he whispered lovingly, "taking me so beautifully. Your pussy flutters around me every time I go deep..." He angled his hips to brush that sweet spot inside you with every slow thrust. "I could do this for hours... just listening to your pretty little moans."
"Nngh please Bruno-- ahh! It's so good--♥!" you gasped, voice trembling with building pleasure.
He kept the pace sensual and steady, never rushing. His free hand continued exploring your body with softs touches, squeezing your tits, stroking your waist and hips, drawing more desperate sounds from your lips. His own soft, breathy moans mixed with yours as he savored every second inside you.
"Stay right there for me," he murmured, voice thick with affection. "Let me love you properly, amore."
He continued those deep, rolling thrusts, keeping you pinned and pleasured until your moans grew louder and more desperate.
Leone Abbacchio
One second you were yanking him down by his hair into a rough kiss. The next he had both your wrists slammed against the headboard, pinned with an iron grip.
"You scratched me," he yelled, glaring at the red mark on his chest.
Before you could answer, he shoved the hem of your dress up roughly around your waist and yanked your panties aside. He took hold of his cock and slapped it against your pussy a few times, teasing you cruelly.
"Leone--"
"Brats don't get to talk." He thrust into you with one brutal snap of his hips. "Fuuuck Leo--nngh!" you screamed, eyes rolling back.
"So fucking tight," he growled, setting an erratic pace with hard, fast, almost angry thrusts that made your entire body jolt violently underneath him, tits jiggling as he fucked you without mercy, wrists still trapped above your head.
"You like being pinned down like this don't you?" he taunted, voice rough. "Getting your cunt wrecked by someone you pissed off?" He leaned down and bit your nipple hard, before soothing it with his tongue. "Your pussy is creaming all over me... pathetic."
"Ahh!~♥ Fuck, please--hardeeer!~" you sobbed, legs shaking.
"Harder?" He laughed and slammed into you even more savagely, hips snapping with raw power. "You're always such a desperate whore when I hold you down." The wet, filthy slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he drove deeper, grinding against your clit with every brutal thrust.
"Nngh no I'm-- ahh!" Your voice broke into loud, broken cries.
"Don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growled, tightening his grip on your wrists. "Not until I've used this pussy how I want." He kept pounding you mercilessly, silver hair messy, sweat dripping down his chest, filthy words pouring from his mouth the entire time.
"Pathetic. But you love this, don't you?" he mocked with a smirk tugged at his lips.
Only when you were shaking and nearly unconscious did he finally let you tip over the edge, still thrusting hard through your climax to keep you awake.
Doppio
You had been play-wrestling on the bed with him, until Doppio finally caught both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His face hovered over yours, flushed and breathing hard.
"Got you!" he panted triumphantly.
Then he froze, suddenly realizing how your plush thighs were spread around his hips, your chest heaving, and his cheeks turned bright red.
"Oh... wow," he whispered.
"Yeah, wow." you breathed. "I like this, don't let go. Not yet."
His fingers tightened nervously at first, then with more confidence when he saw the way you looked at him. He quickly pulled your shirt off and tossed his own aside, eyes wide as he took in your body.
"You're so pretty," he said, almost in awe. His free hand shyly explored you, cupping your tits, sliding over your soft stomach gently. "I've thought about this so much... is that okay?"
You arched into his touch and he whimpered. He freed leaking cock from the confines of his pants and rubbed it against your pussy with shaky hips.
"Can I? Please?" he asked, voice cracking.
At your nod, he pushed inside you slowly, gasping loudly as your tight heat enveloped him. "Mmn, Doppio--!" you moaned, back arching.
"Nngh! You're so warm and soft inside," he whined, eyes fluttering. "It feels way too good..." He started thrusting in eager uneven strokes, fast and needy, like he couldn't hold back. Your soft curves jiggled with every frantic roll of his hips while he kept your wrists pinned above your head.
"Doppio--! AH--Yes!" you cried out, smiling through your moans.
"You're squeezing me so much," he panted, voice high and desperate. "I can't stop-- Your pussy feels so good--I love how it sucks me in." His thrusts grew faster and deeper, his free hand gripping your waist as he buried his face in your neck, whimpering and moaning sweetly against your skin.
"Feels so good--I'm gonna lose my mind," he babbled, hips snapping eagerly. "You're so perfect--So wet--I want to stay inside you forever! ♥~"
He kept thrusting with enthusiastic, loving energy, never letting your wrists go, his cute desperate sounds mixing with your louder moans until both of you were lost in pleasure.
Diavolo
There was no buildup to it, You were standing by the window one moment, and slammed against the wall by Diavolo the next. His massive hand pinning both wrists above your head while the other gripped your throat.
"You spoke out of turn in front of my subordinates," he said, voice ice-cold.
He ripped your clothes off with zero patience and his eyes burned as he pulled out his heavy cock and lifted you effortlessly, forcing your legs around his waist.
"You wanted my attention?" he growled. "Then take it like you earned it."
He thrust up into you brutally, burying every inch in one savage stroke. "Mmmph--Dia!" you choked out.
"Silence," he snarled, but kept going. He slammed you against the wall with every snap of his hips, causing your tits to bounce as hard as they were able to while he fucked you with terrifying intensity.
"This pussy is mine," he hissed against your ear, grip on your wrists bruising. "I own every inch of you. Say it while I ruin you."
"Fuck!--I-It's yours! All yours--Only yoursss ♥" you moaned brokenly, voice cracking with every devastating thrust.
Diavolo's pace was unrelenting, hips driving up harder. "Louder," he demanded, teeth sinking into your neck. "I want to hear how a defiant little slut sounds when she's impaled on my cock." He angled his thrusts to hit deep and brutal, grinding against your most sensitive spot without mercy.
You could only answer with loud, sobbing moans as he fucked you senseless against the wall, never once letting your wrists escape his iron grip.
He carried you to the bed without pulling out, throwing you down and immediately resuming his ruthless rhythm. "What a slut," he growled, staring down with dark satisfaction. "Falling apart so easily. Pathetic... yet you take me so well."
His thrusts grew even harder, more possessive, like he was trying to brand himself into you. Low, dangerous groans escaped him as he drove deeper, claiming you completely until your screams of his name filled the entire room.
Risotto
He had been watching you all evening. Not obviously, but you felt those red and black eyes on you the entire night. The second the door locked, he moved.
He caught both your wrists in one massive hand and spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. He pinned your wrists high above your head, his towering body caging you in from behind.
"You've been testing me all night," he said roughly. "And don't think that I didn't notice how you wore nothing underneath this dress all evening."
His free hand shoved the hem of your dress up over your hips, confirming what he already suspected, that you were completely bare underneath.
He took out his cock and rubbed the fat head along your soaked folds, teasing you open before he thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
"Risotto--ah fuuuahhck~♥" you moaned, cheek pressed against the cool wall.
He started fucking you with long, heavy thrusts, each one driving you up onto your toes as your ass rippled with every snap of his hips.
His free hand came down hard with a sharp, loud smack on your ass, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
"Mm," he hummed quietly.
Another firm spank landed, then another, perfectly timed with his deep thrusts. The mix of his cock stretching you open and the sharp impacts made your knees buckle.
"Stay still," he commanded when your hips tried to push back.
You moaned louder as he fucked you harder, his hand continuing its assault, leaving your ass burning. Every time your pussy clenched around him, he rewarded you with another hard smack.
"Eyes forward," he ordered when you tried to glance back.
His pace stayed devastatingly controlled, deep and punishing, while his palm kept coming down on your reddening ass. The wet sounds of your bare pussy taking his cock mixed with the sharp crack of skin on skin.
"Good," he said lowly, landing a particularly hard spank as he drove deep.
Your soft body jolted between him and the wall as he kept your wrists pinned high above your head the entire time, dominating you completely from behind while his free hand continued delivering firm, stinging slaps.
"You wanted this," he murmured, almost too quiet to hear, as his thrusts grew faster and more urgent.
Proscuitto
He was pacing the hotel room, tie loose, clearly at the end of his patience. You stepped in front of him, kissed him hard, and pushed him toward the bed, but he turned the tables instantly, grabbing both your wrists and slamming them above your head into the mattress as he loomed over you.
"Ah-ah, tonight we are doing it my way," he said sharply, eyes narrowed.
He stripped you efficiently, your shirt, skirt, and panties gone in seconds. His free hand explored with sharp precision, pinching your nipples, tracing your curves, then sliding between your thighs to spread your slick folds.
"Already this wet when we've barely done anything?" he scoffed, though his voice had grown husky. "Embarrassing."
"Prosciutto--"
He freed his flushed cock and rubbed the head firmly against your pussy before thrusting inside. "Ahh f-fuck--" you gasped sharply, back arching high.
"Watch your mouth," he growled, but his hips had already started moving with sharp, rhythmic thrusts that hit deep and precise every single time. Your soft body bounced beneath him from the force as he kept your wrists pinned firmly.
He angled his hips and drove against that sensitive spot inside you relentlessly. "Do you feel how perfectly you take me? It's like this cunt was made to squeeze my cock."
"Nngh--! Ahh--! Please--Proscu-oouuuu~♥" you moaned loudly, legs shaking around his waist.
His pace was relentless but controlled, every thrust calculated to drive you higher. "You can do better than that," he demanded, leaning down to bite your collarbone. "I want to hear exactly what I do to you." His free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider as he thrust harder, faster, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the room.
"Prosciutto I'm--I'm going to--" Your moans turned into broken sobs as pleasure coiled tighter.
"Don't hold back," he hissed. "I want you screaming my name."
He kept thrusting, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every perfectly aimed stroke until you were trembling violently beneath him.
Melone
"You wore that on purpose, didn't you?" he said from the foot of the bed, eyes devouring you. "That neckline... the way it clings to your breasts. You knew I'd be staring."
"Maybe I did." You propped yourself on your elbows. "What are you going to do about it?"
Melone crawled over you instantly, catching both wrists and pinning them above your head, his grip was surprisingly strong as he pressed them firmly into the pillow.
His moved his free hand slid down your body, pushing the hem of your dress up around your hips. The easy access made him groan softly as he dragged his mouth down your throat, sucking hard at your pulse while grinding his clothes cock against your panties.
"So needy already," he whispered, voice trembling, although it wasn't clear if he was speaking about you or himself. He shoved your dress higher, bunching it around your waist, then pulled your panties aside before his fingers spread your dripping folds, circling your swollen clit before sliding two fingers deep inside you, curling them slowly.
"Ahh--mmm, Melone!~♥" you moaned loudly, snapping your thighs tightly around his hand.
He teased you relentlessly, pumping his fingers while his thumb worked your clit until you were trembling and begging. Only then did he free his cock and hold one of your thighs open so he could rub his head along your slick entrance, teasing you one last time before pushing inside you slowly, stretching you open inch by inch.
"Nngh--! So tight... so hot~♥" he groaned, eyes fluttering. "Your cunt is gripping me perfectly ♥"
He started thrusting in varying rhythms, deep and exploratory, then quick and shallow, chasing every moan you made.
"Listen to you," he panted, voice breaking. "Moaning so beautifully when I hit right here--" He angled his hips and drove against that sensitive spot, making you cry out sharply.
"Fuck.. your pussy keeps fluttering around me." His pace turned frantic, hips snapping with growing desperation. "This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? Wearing this dress... giving me such easy access. Admit it, you wanted me to pin you down and breed you."
Illuso
You were on your back on his bed when Illuso caught both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. His other hand tilted your chin upward, forcing your gaze to the large ceiling mirror.
"Look up," he commanded softly.
You did and you saw your body spread beneath him, thick thighs parted around his hips, wrists trapped in his grip, chest rising and falling rapidly. Illuso knelt between your legs, dark hair falling forward, watching you watch yourself.
"What do you see?" he asked.
"Your ridiculous mirror," you muttered.
"Look again." His free hand slid down your body while you watched from above. He pushed your shirt up and off, then dragged your bottoms down, exposing you completely. His fingers traced over your tits to the generous flare of your hips.
"There," he murmured. "See how beautiful you look when I touch you?"
Your face burned. "T-This is embarrassing."
"This is art." He pulled out his cock and rubbed the leaking head along your soaked folds, teasing your swollen clit. "Eyes on the mirror. Don't look away."
"Illu--"
He pushed inside you in one smooth, deep thrust. "SsssoO~♥" you moaned loudly as he stretched your tight pussy open.
"Nngh... fuck, look at that," he groaned, staring up at the mirror. "Watch how perfectly your cunt takes me." He began thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes, hips rolling with sensual control. You saw your curves bounce and ripple beneath him with every thrust while he kept your wrists restained.
"See how your tits move when I drive in deep?" he whispered, voice dripping with appreciation. "The way your thighs tremble... how your stomach quivers. You're stunning like this."
"Nngh--AhHh!" you cried out, unable to stop watching the erotic sight above you.
"Keep your eyes open," he ordered, thrusting harder, angling to hit that perfect spot inside you. "I want you to see what I see. How your pussy grips me... how your whole body responds when I fuck you like this." His pace quickened, the wet sounds of your bodies echoing
"Mmm, your expression is so beautiful when you're full of me," he panted, eyes locked on the mirror. "I could watch you take my cock forever."
He never released your wrists, forcing you to watch every thrust, every moan, every tremble in the mirror until you were shaking and crying out his name.
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a/n. *throws smut grenade and runs off to meetings for the rest of the day*
Ask: “I love your work! I really liked the bucci gang stands showing affection to their s/o. Could you do the same for La Squadra? Thank you!”
Thank you for this request! I’m glad you liked it, and I hope you’ll like this one too 🥰🫶
These guys don't really have the most conventional stands to show affection, most of then aren't as humanoid as I remembered ;~; So I'm hoping I tackled it right, and please do tell me if there's anything you want changed!
Before you can even process what is going on, you feel a gentle nudge on your leg. It isn't hostile, quite the contrary. As you look down, you see Risotto's stand, Metallica, slowly materializing by your feet.
When you realized what was happening, it was already too late for Risotto to react. He was mortified to see you look so happy with his stand.
Leaning down, you gently picked the little cluster up in your hand, gently brushing you hand on their little heads as they clung to your hand.
Risotto knew his stand better than anybody, and he knew just how dangerous it was.
The last thing he wanted was for you to cut yourself, especially as a result of his stand. He didn't know what Metallica would do or how much control he could exert in your presence, fearing his own self-restraint around you.
He walked over as a result, calm yet assertive. "Y/n, you should know how dangerous that is." His voice was cool, dominance coating his tongue.
"Oh Risotto, I don't mind! It's sweet, really." Your smile made his chest tighten, and your tone made his mind falter.
He quickly turned away when you kissed Metallica, fearing your reaction if you saw him blush.
“God… what am I gonna do with you?” He said quietly, sighing in the process making you smile knowing he meant well.
Prosciutto
The Grateful Dead had a habit of coming to you when its user was having one of his tantrums, the ones where he shut everyone out, even his Brother.
As Prosciutto sat on a couch, scoffing like he was annoyed at how quiet it was, he would occasionally glance towards you to check what you were doing.
You were sitting there, reading a book, a slight smile very much apparent on your lips when you heard said scoff again coming from a certain man. You didn't even look up, which irritated him just a bit.
When he inevitably peeked towards you again, he saw his own stand by your feet, your hand gently caressing its head.
He panicked internally when it seemed to whimper, loving the attention you were giving it.
Prosciutto hurried towards you, a little more hasty than he would've liked. When he saw how content you looked, his posture relaxed a bit more, relieved that you didn't mind.
"Y/n, stop that. You know what it can do." He tried to sound nonchalant as he went into the kitchen instead as he saw a tiny wrinkle appear on your hand.
You retracted your hand, lifting yourself up and followed after Prosciutto.
"You know, if you want my attention you can just say so." You replied as you hugged his torso while humming, when he reluctantly put his arm around your form.
He scoffed, giving you a glass of water with ice cubes, reversing the effect his stand had. As you grabbed it and took a big sip, he sighed in defeat and kissed the top of your head.
"Yeah, yeah."
Pesci
Beach Boy wasn't the most conventional stand for showing affection, but that didn't deter it from staying close to you.
When it did appear next to you, you wouldn't interact with it much, rather opting to turn your attention to its user.
Beach Boy manifested beside you as you were doodling on a piece on paper, Pesci quietly keeping his attention elsewhere in front of you, his back towards you.
You noticed it had been a while since you last showed him some affection, and stood up with a gentle smile, approaching him.
He didn't hear you come, which was made obvious in the way his shoulders tensed when you hugged him from behind, startling the poor guy.
Turning his head, the first thing he saw was your grin, and he smiled back although a little sheepishly.
You kissed his cheek, making a tiny smack sound after a second or two of contact, to which his ears began to burn.
"Pesciii~ I sense you longing for my attention." Your voice was playful, laced with adoration.
"Don't tease me, Y/n... You know I can't control it well."
You saw the blush starting to form on his face, and you heart did a flutter, sending excitement through your spine as you hugged him tightly.
"Uh-huh!" You squealed in his ear, effectively making him giggle.
Formaggio
You had learned early on that Formaggio's stand, Little Feet, was a soft and snuggly little fella. It enjoyed your attention more than anything else.
If you were ever sad around it, it would immediately try to cheer you up without fail, and even Formaggio thought it was amazing how efficient that was.
Though most of the time, Little Feet did come to you without the knowledge of its user, and he always got flustered at that.
One very certain day, Formaggio was looking for you. He was going on a mission, and he had already determined that you'd go with him.
When he turned a corner towards your designated room, he saw something that made his heart stop.
His own stand, hugging you close as you rubbed its head, giving it little kisses every now and then.
The way Little Feet would almost whimper, made you giggle and Formaggio became furious.
He hated this representation of him, and he lashed out at you.
"Stop that! I ought to make you so tiny I could stomp on you." He sounded serious, so you did as he had said, and stopped touching his stand.
The sad and rather shocked look on your face almost made him regret his anger, almost.
"Come one, we got shit to do." He said as he hurried away.
Illuso
Illuso always wanted to be the one in control, everyone knew that. And it would piss him off whenever he lost said control, especially if it was over his own stand.
So when he felt a caress on his cheek - an almost too gentle one at that - he was already marching towards you, angrier than he intended.
He was about to scold you, but stopped himself midways when he saw how happy you looked.
You were playing with Man in the Mirror's goggles, laughing tenderly when it would mirror your actions.
A warm feeling crept up to Illuso's chest, and his anger was all but forgotten instantly.
He sighed, very much defeated by his own feelings towards you when your eyes found his gaze, as he leaned on the doorframe.
His facial expression was almost unreadable, just almost. You saw a hint of exasperation, and stopped what you were doing.
"Sorry, Illuso. We were just having a little fun." Your tone made him question his sanity. Was this really happening to him?
"Just... try not to tickle him too much next time." He said with a scoff, his answer confusing you to no end.
You tilted your head, delighted to see his stand still near you. This was definitely his way of telling you how he felt.
Ghiaccio
Ghiaccio was passionate about you from the beginning, he was just never the type to be ashamed about his feelings.
He was assertive, almost to a dangerous degree but you didn't mind. You found it grounding in your own way, and felt safe around him knowing he would defend you to death.
He found out just how much you liked his stand, and he swelled with pride almost a little too brightly. As White Album wasn't detachable from its user, he found other ways to make you see that he knew just how much you liked his stand.
It's too hot outside? Your drink is automatically colder, with little ice cubes forming in it. Your skin is burning from the sun? There's a thin cloud of ice dust above you, shielding you from the sun's rays.
One time, he even froze a whole lake just to see you smile. You insisted on skating together on it, making his grin wider and his heart thaw. He held you close the entire time.
In battle, he would - despite his stamina suffering from it - use Gently Weeps to deflect anything remotely projectile based.
He's the type to lash out, but one thing he loved about you was that you were never scared of him. He sometimes couldn't sleep thinking of how much trust you put on him and his abilities.
When you would thank him, he would hug you close, showing you just how much he appreciated your words.
"No, thank you, cara/caro."
Life with Ghiaccio was chaotic, but you wouldn't have it any other way, and neither would he.
Melone
This guy would NOT stop analyzing you. His thoughts would wander once they started, unable to stop them himself and accidentally get too excited.
You've learned to live with that, and learned that this was just the way he was. But Melone actually seems to care for you, so that was a huge plus. Good for you!
When his mind did wander, you would see the laptop that is his stand, appear a little too close to you.
When this happened, you again had learned from experience that all it took to snap him out of this was a little amount of positive dominance.
"Melone! Stop that immediately." You tone was sharp, almost startling him.
"-! I'm sorry, amore. You know I can't help it." He waited for any additional reaction from you, hoping for a good one.
As you sighed and ushered him closer, he hugged you tightly, his eyes completely stuck on yours, mouth formed in an almost playful grin.
"You need to treat me with more respect, love." You answered as you took his chin, squishing his cheeks between your thumb and pointer finger, successfully making his lips pucker inches from your face.
"I know, it's just that you're so pretty. Your lips are gorgeous." He said, licking his lips completely unashamed.
I generally do links when I’m feeling stuck writing wise. It was hard to find stuff for Sorbet and Gelato so they have less💔. No noncon because it feels wrong to project that on real people
Risotto Nero
Nice and Slow
Risotto needs to put you in your place
His teammates have been testing him too much and he takes it out on you
Restrained and Helpless
Prosciutto
You’ve been talking back too much recently
Pulling your leash to make you bounce on his cock
Treating your throat like it’s your cunt
Your reward for being obedient
Formaggio
You promised him anal for his birthday
He promised you this for YOUR birthday
Riding him because he’s too lazy
He’s about to leave on a long mission and wants to make sure you can’t forget him
Melone
Genuinely can’t get enough of your juices
Tying him up and doing whatever you want
Optimal breeding position
Dry humping
Illuso
Making you look at him while he hits it from the back
Taking advantage your sweet spots
Throat fucking
Being too tired and telling him to use you
Ghiaccio
You better not get anything on his seats
You’re being too loud, it’s annoying
His teammates have been pissing him off and he needs to get it out
i love your la squadra stuff sm 🥹 i was wondering if could be so kind as to do hc's with risotto and his kid (reader), and just like how he would act with them (kid as in like biological btw) thank you sm🩵🩵🩵
Awww tysm!!
Side note: sorry for not posting guys!! Hope I’ll be able to write more since I’m on winter break💕I also have plans to start writing for more fandoms like Gachiakuta and BG3 so lets see how that’ll turn out
Risotto Nero & child reader hcs
To be honest, Risotto never thought he’d become a father
With as dangerous life as his, being a family man was close to impossible
So when you appeared.. he wasn’t quite sure what to do
Some la squadra members still wonder how Risotto managed to father a child, but he never elaborated
He just came to the hideout one day with what seemed to be a newborn
"Is that?..", Prosciutto inquired, his mouth agape from utter shock
"My child, yes", he nodded
"…Never thought I’d see the day", the blonde mumbled in return
All la squadra is supportive, of course
Especially Melone, he was probably one of the most capable to help with a child
Because to say frankly, Risotto had no idea what he was doing
And with being a capo, and now a proud father, he would get two or three hours of sleep at best
I see him as the type of parent who talks to his infant like they understand every word he says
“Remember I told you about that man boss wants us to kill?”
"Ba ah"
"Yeah you do"
Of course, he’d make sure no one from mafia world (except la squadra) knows about your existence
Wants you to have a normal life more than anything
So when you get older, you still will be going to school, having play dates and all the experiences normal children are supposed to have
Treats your education VERY seriously
He would never yell or be mad at you for a bad grade, but would encourage you to try harder
Asks Ghiaccio or Melone to tutor you because he has no idea how to explain school program
Trying to spend as much time as you as possible, even if sometimes he has no choice but to ask someone from the team to babysit you (mostly Prosciutto or Melone)
But he always brings you something back from his ‘work trips’
Likes to listen to you talking
About your day, what you like, what would you like for dinner etc
Lets you doodle on old documents while he works
Rarely takes you to the team outings, because they’re usually not child friendly
Still, you consider the whole team your honorary uncles
I don’t see him as a permissive type of parent, he can and will say no
Also would not tolerate tantrums
So you can cry as much as you want, you won’t get a cookie for breakfast
Would be supportive of any interest you have
He may have zero idea what you’re talking about but he’ll never say it’s boring
Like yes child tell me more about warrior cats (why are they cats and why are they warriors and who are they fighting with)
You guys have a little tradition of watching movies on Sundays (when he has time, at least)
Sometimes likes to look at your features and compare them to his
