#lasquadrahoe

[wri0thesley]

Has anyone know what happened to Lasquadrahoe? Her blog is deactivated and I can't find no information on her :(

I have spoken to Brandi since she deactivated lasquadrahoe and she is okay! I think the influx of new fans and new content and new people just got to be too much; I know her new blog but it is for an entirely different fandom with, as far as i can tell, no mention of jjba on it at all so I won’t share it here. But she’s okay!!

[moody-blues-requiem]

Au with King Risotto (feared and goth god among men) and hes going to take you, the fair maiden, as his wife. How’s the wedding? How’s that first night?

OK SO I got really into backstory here, but I really fucking enjoyed writing this! the first two-thirds are sfw, below the second dashed line is n/s/f/w. Enjoy your King Risotto!!The setting is medieval/fantasy, blended into a more modern day. The year 2001, in Sicily. The island-kingdom is ruled by Passione, as is the rest of the country, but Sicily is ruled by one of the most fearsome kings there is. He is good to his people and protects his home island, the ferocity arises when someone dares to challenge him. King Nero. 

Many rumors have spread about the king, and his seemingly magical abilities. He can control metal and bend it to his will, as if it were just an extension of himself. Some say a witch cursed him upon birth, gifting him control over metal but halving his lifespan. Others say he’s a demigod; either a son of Hephaestus, god of metalworking and the forge, or Ares, the god of war. Either one seems fitting to the king. 

Rarely is he seen outside his castle’s walls, no one is certain how he passes all his time. But of course, on the fateful day in which you two should meet, you run into him in the most awkward way possible: literally. You bump into his large figure in the marketplace-- he doesn’t flinch, he’s a walking wall of muscle, after all, but it knocks his signature black cloak to the ground, in the dirt. People gasp. You apologize profusely. He silently extends a hand to help you up, and you think it’s kind of him to show such a nice gesture before he’ll probably have you executed, or something like that. But King Nero surprises you-- all your life you’ve heard stories of what a ruthless, fearsome warrior he is, but now he just quietly asks for your name. You gather up his cloak for him and respond. You insist on cleaning the cloak for him, promising to do a better job than any old royal tailor could. That actually earns a small smile and a ghost of a laugh from Nero. He agrees, and pays for your groceries before you can refuse. 

In an act fueled by over-politeness, shock, and maybe a little bit of a crush on the King, you say that since he paid for your food, he should come to your home for dinner tonight. “The cloak will be ready by then too,” you say, “and you might as well stay for a meal you paid for.” Nero thinks for a moment before agreeing, “but not because you owe me a debt. You owe nothing.” You’re left with those words as he returns to his castle. 

In the evening, as the sun sets, there’s a small knock on your door. King Nero! He looks comically oversized in your small house, but he seems comfortable enough. “It smells wonderful,” he says, “may I ask what’s cooking?” 

“Involtini di pesce spada,” you reply, just now pulling the food from the oven. Swordfish rolls, a traditional favorite. “Have a seat at the table, your majesty, I’ll fix you a plate.”

“Please, call me Risotto.”

The two of you dined together, Risotto eating the two rolls you served him and politely asking for a third. You were flattered by how much he enjoyed your cooking, and after dinner the two of you chatted quietly over glasses of red wine. It was… almost strange, seeing him not as a warrior or a political figure or a half-god, just a man sharing a nice meal with you. It made something in your chest stir, in a warm, pleasant way. 

When the moon had risen high in the night sky, Risotto reluctantly told you that he had to depart. You fetched the now-clean cloak for him, but he left it neatly folded in your arms. “Keep it,” he said, “a gift from me.” 

He saw himself out, but stopped on your porch, turning back around to face you. “I… really enjoyed tonight, [y/n].” His crimson eyes looked up at the sky, then back down to you. “I don’t mean to impose, but… can we do this again?” 

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The wedding took place on a fair day in early June. It was a small ceremony, only attended by the closest of your and Risotto’s family and friends. There would be a public ceremony tomorrow, filled with thousands of guests from all over the island-kingdom. To be honest, you weren’t looking forward to the non-stop camera flashes and cheers of the large crowds, but such was life in the public eye. With Risotto by your side, you knew you’d make it through. 

The ceremony was simple, but elegant. You and Risotto matched in all-black, his signature color. You had a more traditional white dress for tomorrow, but for now, you wanted to complement your lover. You recognized all eight of Risotto’s guests as various members of the royal court. They congratulate the two of you profusely, from the polite and reserved Prosciutto kissing your knuckles (you’re a queen now, after all) to Formaggio slinging his arms around both your shoulders and pulling you two newlyweds into a congratulatory hug. It was an intimate ceremony, a magical moment where you could practically see the love in Risotto’s eyes. Seeing such strong, clear emotion on his features was a little startling, but it warmed your heart. When you kissed to seal your new marriage, you wanted the moment to last forever. 

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After a long night of celebrating; with each other, with Risotto’s and your friends, and with the kingdom as a whole, you and your king were exhausted. That didn’t stop his large, warm hands from wandering across your body, and it didn’t stop you from pulling him into a passionate kiss. You had peeled off your wedding dress as soon as the two of you had returned to your room-- it was beautiful, yes, but it was infinitely more comfortable to be wearing nothing but a light slip and panties. Risotto had apparently felt the same, stripping down to his boxers before scrubbing off the highlighter on his cheekbones and collapsing into bed. His hands worked at your breasts, occasionally one moving to cup your cheek or brush a stray hair from your face, while you worked your legs around his waist and pulled him in close. You rolled your hips against his, already feeling the familiar heat of his growing erection, and before long Risotto was on top of you, nearly tearing off your slip and panties and his own boxers. His newfound burst of energy seemed to affect you too, as you dove in for another messy, passionate kiss while his fingers worked you open, preparing you for his cock. 

You’d taken him before, but calling Risotto “big” was almost an understatement. Thick, uncut, decorated with a few veins and a tuft of white hair at the base, you spread your legs eagerly for Risotto’s cock. He wastes no time in plunging in, though he starts with just the tip and works the rest of his shaft in slowly. Wouldn’t want to hurt his queen, after all. The two of you groan together in pleasure when he reaches the hilt, now filling you completely. 

It’s a bit of a messy affair, with how tired the both of you are, but something about the sloppiness of Risotto’s thrusts and your deep moans makes the moment all the more raw and real. Hot. You bite down on Risotto’s neck and he playfully swats at you, reminding you that the two of you are going to be the center of attention for quite some time, and he can’t be going around covered in hickies like some horny teen. Jokingly groaning, you shift to bite lower, nipping at skin that is (barely) covered by his usual outfit. He seems to accept this, groaning low and full of pleasure. His hips speed up, smacking against your own. 

His fingers rub harshly over your clit, bringing you to a fast orgasm to meet his own. The way you tighten around his cock has Risotto seeing stars, pushing himself in deep and releasing his load into you. You can feel how his cock pulses with each spurt of cum filling you up. It’s a lot, you’re not surprised to feel his cum start to drip down your thigh, but you love it all. You love Risotto so, so much, and you tell him so in between messy kisses and gasping breaths. He holds you close, his low, rumbling voice telling you that he loves you just the same.

[jojosfluffyadventure]

Twerking contest with Melone to get Risottos attention on you, and only you, for once!

I had to take a moment to get all the hilarious mental images out of my system before I started this, this was a very fun write XD

Getting Risotto’s attention:

Your boyfriend hadn’t been paying you much attention as of late. Of course, you understood that it was because of the heavy workload that had hit him recently, but you couldn’t help but want those piercing scarlet eyes on just you again, if only for the day.

As if aware of what you were thinking, a silky, self assured voice addressed you from behind.

“Hmmm, what could our dear Capo’s beloved Y/N have on their mind?” A smirking Melone leans over your shoulder, no concept of personal space as always. “Maybeee… you want him to put down his paperwork and have him all to yourself?” He chuckles. “Really, who could blame you~?”

You push him away, rolling your eyes. “Knock it off, Mel. It’s not like he can just ditch his work… I can wait.”  Of course… he was right. But he was probably just trying to get your goat. “Haha! Don’t be so testy, I just wanted to help.” You raise an eyebrow. “… help?” “Look, y/n. I’ve been paying attention. You want your man and he needs a break. So… I’ve got a foolproof plan.” “… and that is?” “Just listen, I promise this will work.”

The plan was ridiculous. Embarrassing. Something you’d normally never agree to. But after being patient for days… what the hell.

“Let’s do it, Mel.”

“Di molto!”

~an hour later~

Risotto was finally getting up from his desk for his afternoon coffee break. Just out and back, no stops. It was his routine for busy times like this. But something interrupted his methodical trip.

Right in the middle of the main room, everyone is gathered in a circle around something. Formaggio is whistling and clapping, egging whoever is in the middle on. Illuso is chuckling with amusement, taking photos. Ghiaccio is going ballistic, screaming at them to stop, red in the face. Meanwhile, Sorbet and Gelato are whispering between each other, laughing. Intrigued by the commotion, he stops in his tracks, approaching the circle with an eyebrow raised in anticipation. Easily peering over the others, what he sees makes his eyes widen; Y/N and Melone of all people… twerking.

“Che due coglioni…?” he murmurs to himself, finding his eyes drawn to you. He can’t take his eyes off of you… all according to Melone’s plan.

“Hehe…~ don’t look now, Y/N… because he is.” The slender man whispers to you, smirking. But you had to take a glimpse. As soon as you saw the steadily flushing cheeks of your boyfriend, you knew it was working. You couldn’t help but tease him a little with a wink, continuing to twerk away.

It’s not long before he leather-clad man elbows his way between his squad members, stopping in front of you and staring for a moment before grabbing your arm, pulling you out of the circle and to the door, causing Ghiaccio to shout his thanks that it finally ended, and Illuso to snap one last shot.

“Good luck, mio amico…~” Melone grins.

[bjnurse]

How was your trip?! Did you have fun?!

The trip was absolutely amazing! Tbh, I cried a little when we left. Japan is such a beautiful place. I’d love to go back in a few years (after a lot more saving) and visit Osaka, Kyoto and Nara! 💕 Both flights were direct and with ANA (All Nippon Airways). I highly recommend them!

I didn’t use as much Japanese as I would have liked to. 😩 I blame that on being too shy. I didn’t need to speak Japanese at all but I would have liked to be confident enough to put in more of an effort.

The food was amazing everywhere we went! I made a point to have Oyakodon, Ramen, Taiyaki, Okunomiyaki and a few local beers, of course! 😍

Here’s my favorite images from the trip. 💕

[dokidoki-tae]

If La Squadra had a s/o they would take their time introducing them to the rest of the squad, except for Melone, who introduces EVERYONE to the squad, and now Risotto hides when Melone has someone new. Illuso purposefully never remembers their name, and if they see them for a year they’re shocked. So very shocked. Pesci talks about Melone’s exes.

Omggggg if you're Melone's s/o for year, you need to go out and celebrate cause thats an achievement. Pesci talking about Melone's exes is too funny. Like Pesci probably had to escort some out at time in the morning but he's polite and sometimes made them breakfast. Only for Prosciutto to come into the kitchen and grab them by the wrist and throw them out, he doesnt want more of Melone's freeloaders to eat their food. But for the rest of the squad, they know it's more serious when they meet one of the other's s/o. Risotto takes the longest to introduce the team to his s/o. Aside from Melone, Formaggio is the quickest.

[abbacchiosbelt]

Just knowing risotto fucked me and his sperm is getting up in me making a baby. Whether I like it or not. Uhhhhhnnnnn.

risotto secretly wants you to get pregnant so he can stake his claim over you and see you grow with his seed. he’s going to fuck you until his cum is leaking out of you every night until he finds out that you’re pregnant

[staruplatinum]

I love your stories. I dont like Diavolo, but fuck yea ill read your story on him. You write like few of us can. OMG! If you write a Prosciutto... ill die. You’re so talented.

you’re one of my favourite writers/accounts on tumblr so hearing this from you means the world to me 😩🖤 I wouldn’t mind writing something for prosciutto if you give me more insight. He’s fun to write for! And thank you so so much!!! ♥（ﾉ´∀`）

[headoverjojo]

So we're sharing risotto? Cool lol.

Risotto has a big heart that can contain enough love for everyone!