I have made so many polls over the last week LMAO my bad, I just like involving you guys into these since it's not requests <3
But! NSFW poll underneath :3
Kinda time sensitive (I can change it tho, I'm just writing it rn.) Pesci's Kinktober, do we want this FULL perv, as in reader doesn't catch him at all?
..Be aware that basically all of the pervs (outside of avdol) get caught in the end so far, (Not that it's a bad thing, I don't mind at all, just so you all know before you vote!)
FULL PERV, HAVE HIM JUST NOT BE CAUGHT AND FOCUS ON HIM WATCHING
Mmmmmmm good morning my anons, it's not morning anymore
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Hi star. I think I’m going to malfunction. Only Diavolo could pull off something that hot in a “fish fear me” tshirt. Oh my god.
10/10 chapter he’s so fine i need him expeditiously 🙏🏽 😍
- 🥧
Genuinely cackling rn, I fucking... I wrote it, rewrote it and proofread it and every single time I got towards the end, was so focused on him being so cute that I forgot he was wearing the goddamn fish shirt.
EVERY SINGLE TIME WITHOUT FAIL????
It's actually frying me (Heh... like a fish) 🥧 anon
AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT EHEHEHEHE, I LOVE HIM SO DEEPLYYY AND I REGRET MAKING THE YEARNING SO STRONG ALREADY COS OH MY GOD HOW AM I GONNA ACTUALLY MAKE SURE THEY DON'T JUST KISS, IT'S SO HARD???
SLOW BURN PLS, IT NEEDS TO BE SLOW BURN DIAVOLO CALM DOWN????
A/N - This was genuinely so cute and I love the thought of this happening.. Sweet Noriaki deserved to be loved and I will not be swayed on this! I hope you guys enjoy! <3
♡ Fluff ♡
Word Count - 1600
Gentle sunlight warms the skin on your face while you stare blankly out of the window, your mind spiralling further and further under the incessant beeping that fills the room and forces your anxiety into a limbo. You don't want to leave… you're happy he's alive, that he's here. But the thought of leaving him alone while you keep chasing Dio makes you feel nauseous.
"And what did they say!?"
Polnareff's voice shatters through the tension like it's nothing more than a brittle glass, the question earning a plethora of exasperates glares when he's clearly unaware how loud he's being in the near silent hospital.
The bed shifts when he leans over to inspect Noriaki's taut frame with a frown, yelping immediately when Jotaro kicks him hard in the shin to make him move away from their friend. You know you're all worried about Nori… But the way the machine blips in a panic when he can't see what's happening around him makes your heart break.
"Ah, well they… They can't promise anything."
His jaw tenses slightly when he pauses, his head turning towards the radio as the song changes to something softer even if it's playing so quietly. A burden… you know it's what he believes that he is for needing help… Even if he knows none of you hold the same regard.
"They don't know if I'll be able to see again... But I'm thankful that I'm…"
"Us too."
Jotaro's palm presses against his shoulder before huffing when he realizes how terrifying it must be to not know he's going to touch him, his hand falling near instantly when his lips part to apologize before it breaks into a reassurance. Another violent blip makes you flinch slightly, the chair under Jotaro creaking loudly when he moves to lean back into the uncomfortable wood.
"Just leave the rest to us."
"Exactly! You don't need to worry… if anything you should be worrying for Dio and his slimy little stand users! We'll get back to you as soon as we can, so don't miss us too much..."
Your eyes don't fall from your boyfriends bandaged face for even a second when a polite smile tugs at his lips, it might make them believe that he's fine… that he isn't terrified about you all leaving him here. But you don't need to see the sadness in his eyes to know there's nothing but dismission in his faint simper. There's a small paranoia settling in his throat over the realization that you're just waiting to speak to him, you haven't exactly had the chance outside of when you all first came in before Jean began rambling.
He's always been too kind, he is now. He won't tell them to leave so he can be with you even when he wants them to, his fingers curling into the thin sheet resting over his lap to try to distract himself from the ache blooming into his chest as Polnareff begins to talk again; you don't care to know about what, his excited tone breaking through the room like a tidal wave of mild distraction from Noriaki's devastated overthinking.
"Mind if I talk to him for a little while?"
It's barely even a question, your fingers faint when you nudge Polnareff's shoulder for him to move, your eyes darting to the door like a command rather than an ask. Confusion settles on his face for a second as he frowns, his head tilting slightly when he looks at you with parted lips before you speak again, desperate.
"Please..."
"Come on."
Wood creaks loudly when Jotaro rises from his chair with a gruff demand to the man at your side, his coat rustling slightly when his palms brush across the fabric to straighten it with a soft glance back to you. He doesn't speak further when he begins to usher Polnareff out of the room near carefully, ignoring his complaining when his rough hand gets just a touch too close to his hair.
You can't help the smile that settles on your lips when you look back over to Noriaki, his cheeks flushing softly in embarrassment… but his heart gives him away long before his blush does. The click of the door behind your friends drags a fleeting awkward silence into the room before you sink into the seat by his side, the not so plush mattress dipping further when he slumps against the rail at the back of the bed with a slow exhale.
"I'm so glad you're… I love you, Nori. When you got hurt I thought…"
"I know… me too." The softness of his voice gives way to the panic before he can stop it. He knows he so easily could have died, he could have left you alone so soon after finally getting to be with you. A small grin curls his lips into sweetness, it's genuine this time. A small kindness through the stress of the mission you've both found yourself on. "I love you more."
"I don't think that's possible, Nori."
A gentle brush of your fingertips on the back of his knuckles makes him jump slightly, the heart monitor speeding up violently even when you were trying not to startle him, a touch that backfires even harder when you wind your fingers into his with a content sigh. Arrhythmic blips fill the room when your thumb caresses across his warm skin, his cheeks burning brighter through his fluster over the machine that gives him away so completely. You shouldn't be cruel… but it's just too cute.
Every light touch makes it shudder slightly, his heart speeding up in his chest through your adoration when you squeeze his hand before moving to sit by his side on the bed.
"Am I making you nervous, baby?"
The answer he wants to give breaks in his throat when he covers his face with his hand, his cheeks a deep crimson that makes you grin in unalloyed mischief when you start whispering tender praises to him. There's not a single thought in your mind that wants to stop tormenting him, you just hope the others can't hear the flustered beat of his heart…
"I love you." Another sharp jump of his heart. "You're so pretty."
His hand falls from his lips to poke you slightly to stop teasing him, an exasperated groan pooling into his throat before his lips part to scold you for being so cruel to him when he can't even see you… Only for it to fracture when he feels your warm breath ghost across his face, he didn't even notice you'd moved through his distraction.
"I can't wait to live the rest of my life with you."
Concern constricts around your chest when the machine blips so erratically you worry a nurse might come in to check why, your lips brushing his carefully in a fleeting peck before pulling away with a short exhale.
There's barely even a break when he chases you with a complaint, a sweet smile on his lips that you can feel as your fingers raise to his jaw with a soft laugh when he jumps at the touch. It's akin to devotion the way you trace your thumb across his skin when you break away to rest your forehead against his own, slightly breathless and blissful through the adrenaline that once held you both too tightly.
"Can we get one of these when we leave? I didn't think you could get cuter."
"Stop… you just…" His exhale cools your flushed flesh gently when he grounds himself before continuing, his heart barely easing as you force him further into fluster when your nose brushes his own. "You just make me so happy."
"I can tell… I love you."
He hates that he can't see you… he wants to see the devotion swimming in your eyes when you look at him, the immediate dilate of your pupils that only proves how deeply you care for him. It's terrifying to think maybe he won't ever get to see it again. See you again.
The faint press of his thumb against your bottom lip makes your heart hurt, his fingers trailing across your skin as if he's desperately trying to remember this moment before you slip from his grasp.
"You'll come back for me, right?"
He sounds nothing like he often does, no calm, no surety… There's nothing but the shake in his voice under the strain of trying not to panic, he doesn't want to be alone again. Not without you, he can't bear the thought that maybe you'll get bored of him, maybe you'll find someone better. Someone who could give you a future you want away from the terror of never knowing what comes next.
But every thought shudders to a stop when you raise his trembling fingers to your chest, his palm splaying firmly over your skin as you guide him to feel the erratic shudder of your heart.
It's just as bad as his own.
"I promise I'll come back for you, always… just don't lose your mind without me here."
"I don't think I can make that promise." He leans in softly before hesitating when he doesn't know where you are completely, his hand raising from your chest to ghost across your jaw with a shaky exhale when he follows his body to press his lips back to yours in a brief kiss. "You don't care that I might never… be able to see again?"
"Why would I care? I love you… And it gives me the excuse to just hold your hand all the time. Maybe we can even get a cute little guide dog when we get to go back home."
Home...
"You'd really stay with me, even if I…"
His deprecation breaks when your fingers cover his mouth with a small frown, your thumb gentle as you trace his cheekbone with a whisper that coils around his heart softer than a calming tide in an endless downpour.
"No matter what happens, no matter what changes… Nothing will ever stop me from loving you."
hi, is part 5 your fav part bc you write the most about p5 characters or do you js like the characters in said part the most? part ranking plssssss
Hey cat! Oh absolutely it is, mainly I write so much for it because it's mostly what people request but I do (Esp rn with Strings of fate) really love how intricate the characters feel.. PART RANKINNG THOUGH?? I got youu
(Fave to least fave)
Part 5
Part 6
Part 4
Part 2
Part 3
Part 1
I do love all the parts, but IMO part 1 is just too short to actually love the characters even if I don't think they're bad, and Part 3 drags on with how many fights they have with no downtime. it was a lot of.. Oh we're fighting again, then straight into another fight. And also... Dio did so little until the end that it knocks it down the list a lot because he just feels like a set piece rather than a villain most of the time..
2 would be higher if they didn't throw Lisa Lisa away as a character for 0 reason, because I adore the pillarmen but they did her so dirty </3 + I will hear no slander about part 6 I think it's amazing and the ending is the both tragic and a really good way to end the OG series, plus it's PERFECT for angst :3
The taste of mint has never been something Diavolo likes, it's a sharp artificial flavour that assaults his senses anytime it caresses his tongue. This is no different. It never has been.
Saliva drips onto the damp porcelain below when he spits out the foul flavour into the basin, toothpaste clinging to the gentle white before being washed away. Sure, it's manageable, but it doesn't mean he has to enjoy it either.
Hardened green stares back at him when he takes a quick glance back up, eyes he's never seen before. It's strange, they're no different than before the endless agony of Requiem, but there's nothing the same about them either. He barely even recognizes the man looking back at him anymore… Whether that's a good thing or not, he isn't sure himself. He supposes it's up to whoever believes him to be worthy of the life he's been given.
Warmth caresses his face when he runs his hand slowly across his jaw, sharp hair prickling against his palm near instantly while he takes in the light pink stubble that adorns his skin that he knows you'll find annoying cute. Cute… Diavolo is not cute.
He is a wrathful subjugator; he hurts, tortures, kills… Anything that needs to be done to get the power he so desperately craves. Craved… Despite the cruelty that still coats every rhythmic beat of his heart, there is very little left of the man he used to see in the mirror.
Whoever stares back now, they're not his eyes that he is looking into, they're yours. Every kindness you entwine into his fetid soul makes that vicious nature uncoil just a touch further, for you.
Weakness has never looked good upon his bloodstained flesh, it does not now. And yet the touch of your fingers entwining with his when you taught him how to knead that damn dough… Why can't he shift it from his mind?
It's been days and he still feels your warmth against him, still remembers the kindness of your smile when he took over from you with rough inexperience… The softness of the sunlight caressing your skin when you leaned against him faintly with a whispered, "You did good." that made his heart flutter.
He can't get it out of his mind… he can't get you out of his mind, and he isn't sure he entirely wants to anymore.
A small squeak snaps him from his reminiscing when his fingers curl around the faucet and turn off the water, steam still clinging to the mirror before he reaches out with a lazy brush of his hand to wipe the condensation away. Surely you have a razor he can use, one he doesn't need to ask you for…
Nothing, great… The shelves are near empty bar the few products you left neatly by the sink for him to use, they're not nearly as extravagant as he's accustomed to but at the very least it isn't squalor.
Goosebumps raise on his skin when he steps into the hallway and the sunlight that streams comfortably across the dark oak, the heat barely counteracting the cool draft that licks at his exposed chest and makes him shiver slightly.
The towel hugs his waist securely as he pads back to his room, an annoying click of wood under his feet pulling him minutely into irritation. He should ask you about how your domain works, and more importantly how the water pressure is so damn divine… And still somehow the wood creaks with every step he takes; it's not loud, just incredibly persistent for a house that looks so… Eerily perfect.
It would be jarring if he didn't know it was the work of a stand, no dust, no cobwebs littering the walls like a repulsive lace. It's too pristine for a cottage in the middle of a woodland, it's creepy. Curiosity is a feeling for lesser men, and yet his questions mount up higher than the bodies he leaves rotting below his feet, so many why's and how's that have never mattered to him before… He's never cared to learn about someone else in any capacity, what use is there to do so?
So why is it different because it's you?
The light dims when he steps into his room, the door swinging closed behind him with a soft click that he's prepared for this time, the sound not as jarring as it usually is though the calmness coiling in his body. His muscles relax instantly when he sits down onto the gentle lilac sheets adorning the covers, the fabric dipping below his weight when he shifts to wring his long hair into the towel draped across his hands. Cold droplets of water slip down his chest while he dries the deep pink strands, liquid soaking into the bed sheets before he can care to stop it when he sits back up with a sigh. At least it's clean… The sun will dry it through the day...
He hopes.
His skin glistens slightly under the morning sunlight when he stands to step towards the dresser by the window, his eyes drawn out into the grass before he can curl his fingers into the clothes he left on top of the wood before his shower. A tightness curls around his chest when he leans onto the cabinet to watch you, a warmth pulsing through his veins as a smile mindlessly settles on his face at the sight of you.
Damn it, why is it always this infernal feeling? Why does his heart speed up so pathetically the second his eyes flicker back onto you?… It's pitiful.
You look completely at peace while you lay in the dew misted grass, arms outstretched as that damn chicken rests comfortably on your abdomen; every rhythmic rise and fall of your body making the fluffed up little monster move with you, it's head drooping into the fabric of your shirt.
Clucky, that's the chicken you warned him of…
But no, there was no malice swarming through that gentle bird, she even seemed kind to him, always dropping onto her keel and letting him approach her slowly with little clucks. Sweet. Not like her mate, that vile creature that lays on top of you… If he didn't know better he'd think it was made just to spite him, perhaps it is.
Every single time you show up alongside him suddenly it turns into a textbook sweetheart, kind beady eyes and gentle pecks that fail to rival the ones scarring his body. He cannot complain to you about a bird, he can't give you the satisfaction of being right about warning him. Pride?
No, it's principle.
Light breathable fabric rests between his fingers as he scoffs out a laugh in pure disbelief when he inspects it, glancing up towards his empty drawers before choosing to shrug on the only damn shirt that he owns that isn't outside drying in the sun. Why would fish fear him? Fish cannot feel fear the way a man does, they would not flee out of the dread that he brings… Where did you even find this strange thing?
The white discolours too quickly when his damp hair falls across his shoulders and drips water down into the shirt, leaving it soaked and clinging to his muscles the longer he keeps his hair down. Not that he cares much when he's going into the warm glow outside anyway, it'll dry without him needing to bother with it.
He simply does not want to burn again in the sunlight if he takes it off, it is not because he wishes to fluster you. What a childish notion.
The old wood clicks behind him when the door swings shut and breaks him out of his mild amusement towards the design, making his way down the creakiest stairs known to man before awkwardly stepping over the resting dog laying at the bottom.
It's almost like Risotto wants to trip him every morning with how frequently he finds himself nearly standing on him... Dark fur moves with the breeze when his head raises with a huff, his dark eyes watching lazily before stretching with a loud yawn and padding after him, his surprisingly dry nose being thrust into Diavolo's palm when he pauses for a brief second.
"You're going to torment me today, Risotto? I suppose it's deserved."
The dogs tail wags excitedly back and forth at the sound of his voice, a hand raising dismissively to pat him on the head before moving into the kitchen and leaving him to plop back onto the cool floor.
Condensation drips across his fingers when he reaches out to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, his eyes flitting over to the window with an exasperated sigh before grabbing another. It's a small kindness, one that wouldn't matter if it were anyone else but the sweet smile and gentle thanks you always give makes his heart flutter with an irritatingly familiar warmth. It feels… nice, to be kind to you. It feels real. Human. He doesn't know the last time he was human. At least not until you.
Clucking fills the air when the door shuts softly behind his incredibly silent approach, your fingers brushing lazily across the feathers of the bird resting on your abdomen with a faint smile. Guilt slithers into his chest at the thought of disturbing you in such a gentle moment, your eyes shut under the warmth of the sun.
You look content… but that guilt is not strong enough to stop him from sinking to drying grass below his feet when he stops by your side.
His lips twitch upwards into a sly smirk at the thought flickering though his mind, the bottles placed near inaudibly onto the ground below him while the icy liquid still remains clinging to his cooling skin. He shouldn't… But his mind does not talk him out of it like his heart attempts to when he reaches out to your sun kissed skin and drags his cold palm against your arm.
The Bride of Clucky moves faster than he expects her to when she jumps off of your stomach, your eyes suddenly wide in shock as you jerk upwards and clutch at the liquid dripping down your once warm flesh.
Horror settles on your face while you stare at him in a tense silence, your lips parting in shaky pants as you try to calm the quick erratic thump of your heart. He didn't think you'd panic that badly...
Regret blooms under his ribs when his chest begins to ache, his rare smile faltering at how terrified you look before realizing that you thought it was Requiem. Not him. And then the tension shatters like it never happened in the first place when you laugh, breathless and ladened with panic but painful sweet nonetheless, near giddy as you grin under the caress of the sunlight.
"Nommy!? You scared the shit out of me!"
"That was the point."
Adrenaline courses through your body in waves when you hide your face into your palm, your smile widening while you try to flee from his intense gaze… terribly. His eyes soften with each second that passes under your soft fluster, his fingers curling around the bottle at his side before placing it instead in front of you with a fleeting comment.
"Your boss called again."
There's nothing that could rip his attention from you even if he wished it to, not to the beauty of the orchard, nor the sunlight catching drops of dew clinging to the grass as if it's barely sunrise once more… Not even the bees landing on flowers too fragile for their fat little bodies to rest on without dragging them down into the meadow underneath. Nothing… None of it compares to you.
"God, he's… annoying. I think he means well, but…"
The sentence breaks when you fall back into the soft grass with a sigh, your head lolling to the side to watch him listen to your mindless rambling. It looks comfortable to lay in the sun like this, he nearly follows you before snapping himself out of his desire. He would lose his control to you, all to lay by your side... No.
"I don't know, I just… I take time off and it's perfectly withing reason for me to… I tell him in advance, and still he keeps calling me."
Exasperation coats every word that falls from your lips, dramatic but not entirely irritated. You don't answer anymore, not after he guilt tripped you to come in over and over again… It's annoying to let it constantly run to voicemail, but it's that or give up the comfort you currently bask in.
Blades of grass ghost across your skin when you stretch out before slumping completely into the plush feeling with a small content moan, your eyes fluttering closed again in the unalloyed blissful calm that he almost thinks you might fall asleep in. He wouldn't wake you, but he would absolutely torment you for getting sunburn… just like you did to him last week.
"Nice shirt, by the way."
"Enough." The snap fractures when he glances down to the bewildering image glaring out into the world, a giant trout… at least he thinks it's a trout, with the sharp writing "Women want me. Fish fear me." plastered across in a dramatic font that hurts his eyes if he looks too long. He hates it, but he can't help but find it just a little amusing. "Is this the type of thing you spend your money on?"
"Actually, I made it! I have a printer in the living room…"
"You made… You chose to make this?"
Droplets of water trail down his biceps when he shakes his head in disbelief at the realization that you made it for him… and you thought he would want it? A small laugh breaks the air that makes your eyes snap open in surprise at the sweet sound, fleeting but a laugh nonetheless. You finally got him to break!? Over a fucking shirt...
Your heart jumps slightly below your ribs when your gaze rests onto him, a grin pulling at your lips that makes his own falter when he quickly looks away with a sharp clearing of his throat.
"You like it! Oh my god…" You sit up so quickly to accuse him that your head buzzes under the shift, your brows furrowing slightly in amusement when you point the bottle towards him like it could accentuate your point further… In a weird way it does. "Can I make you more!? Don't answer that… I know you're gonna say no. But will you wear them if I did?"
"No." His tongue darts out to wet his lips when he glances back over towards you, your eyes melting the ice around his heart when he backpedals slightly. Not enough to outright say yes… just enough. "If they are not infuriating."
"Define infuriating."
Cold water streams down his throat before he tilts his head back towards you with a dismissive hum, the bottle crackling slightly when he closes it and places it back onto the grass below.
His eyes trace across your face when you look over towards the orchard with a small pout, dropping to your neck where the bruises fade into almost nothingness, it makes him… strangely happy to see them gone. But you notice his gaze on you before he realizes that you're watching him, his eyes lidded and lazy with the tender inspection of the fading scars littering your skin. And he's smiling again.
Faint, but there.
"What do you do when I'm not home?"
Dew clings to your skin when you lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees, your hair falling in front of your eyes when you glance down to grab the bottle where you'd dropped it next to his. He watches, even if he trusts you more than you think, just for a split second before darting back up to your face.
"Read... I didn't get much of a chance before I came here."
"What did…" Hesitation breaks through the question that you nearly ask, fracturing into something gentler, less dread ladened. He knows that you're curious about who he is, about who he… what he used to be. He can't risk you finding you, you'd hate him. And he would too. "What are you reading right now?"
"Fight club."
You shouldn't talk about it… A soft giggle falls from your lips when your eyes drop back down to his shirt, your smile widening at how silly he looks when you push yourself up to your feet and hold your palm out to help him up; even if you know he won't take it. And he doesn't.
Curiosity pulses though his body when he moves to stand on his own without even a second glance to your hand before it falls back to your side, your voice quiet when you lean to pick up the bottles resting in the grass and handing his own back to him.
"Come with me?"
"Why?"
Suspicion cracks through the gentleness you pull him into when you step past him and pick up the chicken sleeping by his feet with a soft pathetic kissing sound down to it, only making the bird cluck in defiance at your interruption even if she doesn't move from your careful hands.
It's keel rests against your palm when you tuck her towards your chest and smile over your shoulder sweetly towards him, your pace slow when you begin walking towards the coop with him in tow even if you don't need to look back to know he's following you. Despite his complaining and how he acts like it's the worst thing in the world to spend time with you, his eyes watch you intently as if looking away meant you'd disappear and leave him alone again.
You don't bring it up, obviously… but you can see it in his disinterested stare that he's terrified that you'll eventually not come back.
A small trill pulls you gently from your daze when you lean to plop her back into the coop, her beak instantly dropping to the seed adorning the floor as she satiates her unyielding appetite with happy little clucks.
"I need to do some gardening, if you want to help."
"I don't." The gravel shifts below his feet when he matches your pace to walk by your side rather than trail behind you like a dog, his eyes flitting over to you every few seconds before continuing his indifference like you were begging him to help you. "Fine, it would give me something to do at least, rather than read the mediocre books that you keep."
"Hey… They're not that bad!" Your fingers reach up to brush through the leaves above you when you pass through the elegant archway, the sunlight flickering across your skin and pulling his attention from the path in front of you both. "You could also just ask for new ones, you know?"
A low near bored hum is all you get in response, not that you were entirely expecting that he would agree with you. He never does, but you don't mind… he isn't that good at hiding the things that he wants anyway. The softening green of his eyes flit around lazily to the plants as you pass them by, his fingers twitching slightly when you walk by the fork in the path to lead him right instead of left like the last time you took him here… God, was it really months ago? It barely feels that long.
"Hungry?"
"Do you always watch me this much?"
He doesn't need to look over at you to know your eyes are on him. He's always been painfully aware when people watch him, the familiar crawling across his skin that he wants to tear at as if he can rip it from the way it caresses him. He never has been able to make it stop, even with you it's still there albeit less intense than anyone before.
His lips curl up into a faint smile when you stutter out a small reply that makes his heart flutter, completely forgetting about the want to turn and stride over to the strawberries he seems to enjoy so deeply.
"Wh… What!? I don't…" Deep crimson burns across your cheeks under the soft sunlight when you fall into fluster, your voice breaking off as you choke lightly on your defence before continuing embarrassed. "I was just curious."
"I can always feel you staring." His eyes flit over to you when you don't try to reply to the sudden honesty, your head tilted down in a jarring horror that you try to cover up with a sharp clear of your throat when his head turns to watch you fully. "You haven't eaten either."
"I'm not…"
"Y/N."
Irritation weaves it's way into his tone when he stops your dismission with a snap of your name, your cheeks blazing brighter for a small moment before you freeze to stare down at the plants coiling into themselves. A sharp grounding exhale breaks through his annoyance when your fingers brush his unintentionally as he walks past before turning and waiting for you to speak, the warmth still ghosting across his skin even from such a tiny caress.
"Sorry…" It's a genuine apology even if it sounds intensely distracted when you drop into a crouch, your hand reaching out to ghost across the wilting bark with a deep frown and a solemn whisper that makes his chest feel tight. "I loved this one…"
"It is dying."
The lie coats your tongue before you even decide that you want to speak it, your eyes dropping low to the roots sinking deep into the soil below the near blackened base of the small dying tree. It wasn't his fault… you don't want him to know that his cruelty curled so deeply within your chest that your sadness drowned any hope of breaking away from it, you knew he wouldn't take kindly to figuring out your pain. It wasn't his fault.
His voice cuts off your own before you can open your mouth to speak, closer than you expect him to be when he crouches down by your side to inspect it with a small tilt of his head, the deep pink falling across your skin when he turns to glance at you again.
"It's rotting?"
"The weather in here is, uh…" You want to lie. A deceit that you don't know if he would even believe, but you don't. Not again. Fragile rot brushes your fingertips when they graze across the wilting tree, your mind scrambling for the best way to tell him before your tongue dips out to wet your lips. "The weather changed depending on how I feel."
"And rain is… negative?"
The realization clicks gently when you nod. A hesitant movement that makes a sharp breath caress across your jaw when he exhales, his gaze flitting from the plant to your eyes even if you don't look over to him. Broken bark rest between your fingers when you bite the inside of your lip, the faint ache in your chest blossoming over losing one of the first plants you ever grew. He doesn't need to ask his question to know the answer to it.
It died because he hurt you.
"What was it?"
Your eyes are as soft as they often are when you finally turn to look at him, like a gentle silk caressing his skin when his gaze darts across to yours.
Hard timber covers the floor against his knees when he leans forward to intensely inspect the decaying wood below you, his voice low and strangely tender when he nudges you to speak more about it. Not really caring for the answer itself, but wanting to hear it regardless… A notion that he has never felt before.
"A pomegranate tree, I planted it last year when I figured out I could do this with my stand… I could have sped up the growth but…"
Your fingers curl carefully under the base of the tree to try to work free some of the dark rotting roots before clicking your tongue when they fracture. It'll be infuriating to remove it with how deep the putrescence spreads into the soil.
"It was my first… and the only one that survived winter. I don't actually know how I managed to kill it… Trees are notoriously difficult to murder."
A gentle laugh from your lips fractures the sadness around you when the rain threatens to fall, darkening clouds rolling in like devastating waves when your head falls back to look up, your frown deepening when you realize you might lose more than this. They're just plants…
But panic coils quickly under your skin when his heart begins to ache, your mind trying desperately to pull yourself from the rising tide before the downpour hits. His hand drags over the stubble lining his jaw when he chokes back his vicious nature, hesitant fingers brushing your own to grab your attention before he silently leans closer to your warmth with a long exhale. It's a welcome reprieve from your mind when his shoulder presses firmly against yours as he speaks, low and gentle as if soothing a wounded animal. Reminiscent of how you continue to calm him.
Whether it's simply mimicking or something more, you don't know...
"You are disgusting for liking pomegranates, they are vile." The grief slips from your body when your laugh claws it from you, your smile instant over his playful disdain for the berry, your eyes fluttering shut when you rest into his touch with a light dismissive hum. "I suppose that makes us both killers."
"Shut up…"
It's a sweet snap that rests on your tongue, laced with a tease that overtakes your sadness when you shift away to stand up with a groan when your bones click. He doesn't move from his spot for a second when he regrets not keeping you pressed securely against him, the cold air brushing away the warmth that you lulled him into.
You always offer him help to stand, even if he refuses every time without fail, you still do it. Surprise rests heavily into your expression when his fingers slip into yours, barely putting any weight onto you when he rises to his feet and glares down at the dirt clinging to his pants. You can't tell if it's a kindness... or pity.
"You get used to it… The mess."
Wood falls to the floor when he pulls his hand away to brush the dirt off of the dark fabric before glancing back towards you when you move, your fingers barely caressing the flesh of the fruit that you stretch up to reach for on the other side of the path, before dropping from your tip-toes with a small huff.
"You're so…" Short… He doesn't finish it. The tease breaks when he stares up at the towering tree above you both, his question falling quicker than he means it to even if he doesn't sound that interested in the answer. Even when he is. "How did it grow so tall?"
"Oh, the fruit trees I planted just before you showed up… It was really annoying to grow them in here honestly. It burns a lot of energy to force them to grow, but winter hit harder than I thought so..."
You jump slightly when his chest brushes against your back, his hand curling around the fruit to pluck it from the branch before handing it to you without a single word, your lips parting in surprise as you mutter out a thanks to his help. There's no tense in his body like you expect when he steps away and waits patiently for you to continue, not asking anymore, not even looking like he cares. But he's listening.
"Oh, thanks… There's a uh, lemon tree up there." You point vaguely in the direction behind him with a small giddy smile before turning and glancing the other direction, motioning towards the path you came from that's lined with fruit trees that he saw on the way in. "There's a few that way too, pears, oranges, apples… They take up so much space but it's worth it."
An impressed hum is the only reply you get when your teeth sink into the flesh of the fruit, the juice coating your tongue pleasantly before you begin to walk towards the back of your orchard.
A small building slips into view while he follows close behind you, a question lingering on his lips that he doesn't get to ask before you speak again, your voice laced with a contentedness that forces the last wisps of dark clouds to dissipate.
"Do you like it here?"
"It is a shed."
Gravel crunches below your feet when you stop in front of the door with a gentle laugh that makes his eyes snap back onto you with a huff, only making your smile widen more at his misunderstanding. It's cute… he's cute. Cool metal ghosts against your fingertips when you reach out to unlock the door while you clarify, your gaze flitting onto him for a fleeting second before the oak gives way and opens with a loud creak that rips across the surface of his mind.
"Not here specifically, Nommy… I mean here, my stand."
"It's fine."
The tease is instant, sunlight caressing your face and catching your eyes, making them glint nearly mischievously when you look back at him and cross your arms over your chest in defiance to his dismissal. Your eyebrow raises slightly as if daring him to continue his refusal to answer normally, but you should have guessed he wouldn't back down with how dangerous his intensity always is, sharp green holding your own and waiting for you to look away.
A challenge to keep looking at him. One you don't care to take.
"Well… Since it's just fine, you can help with deadheading."
Confusion flickers across his face when you turn away to step into the shed with an amused laugh that bubbles into your throat, a small cobweb catching onto the top of your head when you lean to grab the cold pruners and reach out to hand them back to him.
"Nommy…" Indifference laces his gaze when you weakly glare over your shoulder and make another small motion for him to take them from you, his eyes dropping for a second before stepping forward to let you thrust them into his palm. "Thank you."
The harsh cold rests on his fingers when they curl around the blades carefully, a jarring feeling that grounds him through his mild irritation of being in the sun so long that it starts to make him sweat. Metal brushes against wood when you pull a drawer towards yourself to rummage through the small packs of something he can't see, your hair falling slightly over your face when you find what you're looking for and turn quickly to walk back towards him.
"Here, pick some."
His throat bobs hard when he swallows down the sudden saliva that pools on his tongue, warmth kissing his flesh when your fingers brush against his to take back the pruners on his open palm. Instead replacing them with small packets of seeds that he can't make out what they have written on them. God your writing is terrible…
The touch lingers slightly against his skin when you pass with a gentle melodic hum that fills the air, his brows furrowing slightly when you turn to see why he doesn't follow this time… He looks practically offended with the choice of flowers you've given him.
"Are you..." Darkness leaves the honed green when his pupils constrict under the blinding light above you, his gaze snapping from the paper resting on his hand when your voice breaks him out of his bewilderment. "If you don't like these ones, I have some others that I can…"
"How does this benefit you?"
"Oh, well…" Your lips part when your tongue darts out to wet them, an openness that he very frequently gets settling into the air between you when you speak softly, even if it surprises him every time. "I mean, I guess I never asked if you wanted to leave. But…"
Breath catches in your throat when you step closer to him with a small frown, your hand raising slowly to curl his fingers around the light packets of seed resting in his palm, your eyes not meeting his own when the embarrassment laps at your mind. It's only a brief comment but panic seeps into his stomach like corrosive rot at the sudden thought of him leaving, one that spreads through his veins too quickly as it leaves fire in its wake at the realization you might actually want him to.
"But if you wanted to stay, you could plant some." Your fingers don't leave his even while the sharpness of his glare makes your hair stand on end, the tenderness of your touch staying firmly against him and easing his worry long before your voice ever gets the chance to. "I understand if you don't, you know? Just, if you…"
"Why?"
A small blush rushes to his cheeks when you smile happily up at him, your head tilting in the soft sunlight coiling around you both as if you're the only two people that exist, and you are… here at least.
The temptation to lean in and brush your hair out of your face is near overwhelming when you're so close to him that he can smell the lingering remnants of mint on your breath… Fucking mint. How do you make it seem so appealing?
"Because I want you to stay."
Soil clings to the skin on his fingertips when he follows your experienced instructions, a feeling that he hates even if he doesn't complain as much as you would expect him to. The sound of his heartbeat thundering below his ribs almost drowns out the softness in your voice when you move past him, your arm brushing his just barely enough to distract him from his task when you lean over to cut a rose from above his head.
His eyes follow your movement instantly when you twirl the bloom between careful fingers, near black caressing your skin when you fluff up the petals coiling loosely around the pistil…
It's a strange word, one you had to fix his pronunciation on multiple times before he gave up completely on listening to you… well, pretending he wasn't listening to you.
"A little further apart…"
The flower drops lightly into your lap when you move to sit down again, his gaze ripping from you to shift his hand before waiting for your instruction and sinking his finger into the slightly damp dirt. He refuses to glance back when he hears the smile in your voice, gentle… one he knows will claw the last of his sharp composure from him before he can lace another comment with feigned malice.
"Good… That's perfect."
Forget-me-nots, that's the flower he chose, whether he's actually seen them in bloom before you have no clue, he didn't give you an answer… obviously.
But they'll be beautiful surrounding the serrated stems of your roses regardless, you don't think you could have picked better than he did even unintentionally. Dangerous precision weaves into his stare while he places seeds near perfect distance away from each other around the border of the lawn, his brows furrowing faintly when you speak again with a laziness that makes his distraction worse.
"Do you know why they're called forget-me-nots?"
"No."
"Do you want to?"
Exasperation snakes its way around his throat when he glares towards you with a cold snapped reply, only making you grin through his annoyance when his eyes narrow at how brave you continue to be in his subjugating presence… it would be endearing, if you weren't laughing softly at his disdain, even if it's fake. But maybe you already know that.
"You'll tell me regardless. Get on with it."
"You can act like you don't want to know… but you always get huffy when I don't actually tell you"
Warmth settles on his cheeks when you move closer to his side with a sweet smile, the thorn ladened flower resting in your hand while you pick off the sharpened spikes adorning the stem. A scoff falls from his lips when he refuses to answer your small goad before glancing to you when you begin to tell the little story, your voice so gentle that he forgets momentarily what he was doing in the first place.
"There was a knight in France, walking with his lady." Your nail catches another thorn before you pull it from the stalk, not looking up to him while he watches you with complete focus. "He saw a small blue flower on the side of the river, so he bent down to pick it for her… But his armour was too heavy and sent him off balance."
He can barely even care for what you're saying when his gaze drops down to your deft hands for a second before leaning back onto his ankles, the near soft green snapping back up to your face when he forces himself to pay attention… You'd be sad if he didn't, even if he pretends not to care.
Saliva glints against your lips when your tongue drags across them, your eyes watching the petals catch the sunlight beautifully as you make sure all of the thorns have been removed.
"He fell in… and the river dragged him down steam and below the current, but before it could he threw the flower onto the riverside for his lady." Interest coils through his stare when your eyes dart back up to his, your head tilting with a small smile when you press the rose into his soil stained palm before continuing. "Before she lost him, he called out 'forget me not' and that's how it got its name."
There's a beat of silence while he stares down at the flower resting between his near gentle fingers, his throat bobbing when he swallows down his fluster before placing it into his lap and speaking with a dismissive comment that makes you roll your eyes.
"Idiotic. A knight that didn't realize the weight of his own armour? A terrible subordinate and protector for his… lady."
A cascade of pink blocks his vision when he leans to continue planting the seeds with a sweet smile you can't even see, your hand gently nudging his shoulder at his immediate playful disdain for your story before he scoffs out another.
"And there are far better last words."
"It's romantic!… I'd like to see you come up with something better."
"Easily."
His dirt burdened skin wipes quickly against his pants when he sits up with a malicious smirk that makes your blood run cold, his hand running through his still lightly damp hair to push it out of his face.
Warmth brushes your skin so gently that it makes you jump when he curls his fingers around your jaw, his eyes lidded as he leans in so close you can feel the kiss of his breath trace your parted lips, his nose brushing your own when he shifts even closer with a declaration that makes your heart skip.
"Regardless of if my heart still beats, it belongs to you."
His slow exhale entwines with your own when his eyes flutter closed, a lingering second passing that you almost believe will end in him closing the distance to press his lips against yours. It doesn't… and you shouldn't feel disappointed that he moves away with barely another glance over to you, leaving you blinking rapidly in shock.
"I… But he…"
A pleased hum breaks through your stuttering when you snap your mouth shut with a shaky gasp that makes pride blossom in his chest at the affect he continues to have on you, your whisper barely even audible when you mutter a small comment as his fingers pause in their movements.
"He was in a river…"
"And I am not."
Your dazed stare stays locked on him when he continues placing seeds into the soil below, your hesitant nod answering him when you clearly don't trust your voice not to fail you in your endless fluster.
The deep blackened rose rests in his lap carefully out of his way when he shifts closer to you, his fingers brushing across your knee before dropping back into the dirt so purposefully that you can't just believe that it was an accident this time. Your heart jumps erratically at the thought that maybe… maybe he could have meant it. There's no way that he did, it was just teasing… Right?
His lips curl back into a content grin at the glazed over look in your eyes and dark pink blush on your cheeks, completely distracted by his gentle touch and whispered devotion that you clearly can't decide if it meant anything. He doesn't know either...
"Well?"
"Wh… What?"
His voice is interwoven with a playfulness that you aren't used to hearing from him, confusion lapping at your spiralling thoughts when your gaze snaps back up to him, eyes wide while you choke on your weakened questioning... God, this is fucking pathetic.
You can barely string a simple sentence together and now not even one word, and you can't even stop your fluster from overtaking you completely.
"Was it better than 'forget me not' or must I think of something more romantic for you?"
diu teen squad playing visual novels/dating sims together
starts as a joke, they do silly voices pretend to swoon about characters but then end up getting super into all the different backstories and options and endings
at least 1 of them cries by the end of a route
-🧚♂️
OMG NO cos they absolutely would love them, I know they'd get into some heated arguments about which is the best person to go for, they'd defend that shit with their life...
And then agree within a second about things that actually matter. BUT JOSUKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE MY FAVOURITE???
I want them to play Doki Doki... It's always fun watching people play that don't know, just like watching people react to the red wedding in Game of Thrones.. It's so fun to see people get to that part and freak TF out
Eat a girl with bush out call that a carpet cleaner (Mista has said this before trust)
GIGGLING RN RAE, THIS KILLED ME, Mista 1000% would say this shit and then immediately get hit for it.. I love him, fucking "What do you think human meat tastes like" Like bro eat your soup, stop being weird
Is it vegan if the person wants to be eaten? Like if they fully consent and are in the correct mindset to do so, after they die is it then vegan to eat them?
GUYS, the most important question ever asked, are they both babyface?? The laptop and then the baby stand that he makes?? ARE THEY BOTH CALLED BABYFACE?? OR DO YOU THINK MELONE CALLS ONE OF THEM SOMETHING DIFFERENT TO MAKE IT LESS CONFUSING??
BOTH OF THEM ARE BABYFACE
THE LAPTOP ONLY, MAYBE MELONE CALLS THE BABY GREG?? IDK
ONLY THE BABY?? but then Melone calls the laptop Babyface??
NEITHER OF THEM, MELONE IS ACTUALLY LYING TO US
I want Babyface run around after someone on 4 legs for fun (Results <3)
I’m sorry, I can’t take your ramblings seriously anymore. I really feel like a lot of this could be resolved if you have a blog dedicated to rambling, but even then… I feel like it says a lot about you how you complain about people having kinks like this (which, I understand is extremely harmful, even to people who have kinks like that for coping/trauma reasons), but knowing that you ignored someone’s message about alerting you that one of the people in your taglist is a rapist says a lot about you, and how you’re truly willing to handle topics like these. Also, as someone who has dabbled in SW in the past: Prostitution is rape to you? JFC. You preach about doing research on kinks before writing them, but you yourself don’t do a lot of research when it comes to basic shit like this. I get that you’re upset, and trust me, I am too, but genuinely, you need to calm down.
Hello anon
My ramblings are in fact that, ramblings. I tag them as such for people to ignore if they want to. I am 90% of the time calm when Im writing these, I write them and them proofread them after I rant.. That's it, I never just ramble away and post shit without being in a better headspace to do so, I do not outright attack people for having kinks, I simply share my disdain for CNC/NC and if people have an issue with it, you can just not read it.. Im not here to shit on anyone for kinks, and I have said that multiple times.
However I will continue to say that I do not like CNC.. that is in my right to do so.
I don't need to have a blog dedicated to rambling when people can very easily filter out my tag. But also about me apparently ignoring a message about one of the people in my taglist being a rapist??
I quite literally have not been alerted like you say that I have been. So please do tell me who and I will remove them, I am not a hypocrite and if I had in fact gotten a message/warning about this I would have removed them.
Because I have been very open that if anyone I follow is a pro-shipper etc and someone tells me, I block them. So please, tell me who instead of jumping to conclusions that I have ignored it. Because I would not and haven't. If you want to come and accuse me of shit that I have not done, bring goddamn receipts. Because I will happily have a conversation with you either in DM's or here, but if it's in bad taste and you are then just coming here to basically say I'm condoning shit and a hypocrite for something no one has told me, then that's just fucking shitty of you. If you wanted to bring attention to it, when I clearly have not been warned. You could have told me right here and now who it was for me to block them.
AND if you somehow knew this, why wouldn't you then come and tell me yourself or re-bring it up if you've actually messaged me prior, which I highly doubt because I don't delete messages nor asks outside of requests.
And how do you expect me to just monitor a bunch of people, I write, I post, I answer comments/yap when I see them. I don't talk to anyone on my Taglist, nor do I follow them so how would I know something like that? Tell me who, and actually give me a reason rather than just trying to incite me to snap at you, when if you've been around for long enough. You know I AM a calm person.
+ the "Calm down" was clearly you yourself not being calm and trying to piss me off, you succeeded, but I still will not take my anger out on you. Because I'm emotionally mature enough to do so.
Like i said, I have 0 hate towards Sex workers in any way and yes I do see it as a form of sexual assault for some SW, especially in that time. I will however remove that part from the last post because it was not my intention to harm or upset anyone. I do not believe that the vast majority sex work is SA in any way, and I apologise if it did come across that way because it's not my intention. What I meant was that SW in that time, where prostitutes would have been contracted by pimps/the mafia is SA because they would literally have been contracted to not say no, and give their pay to their superior. I apologise if what I said was in poor taste because I did write it in a bad way, so for that I am sorry.
About me ranting about kinks, yes I am aware that probably a lot of what I have to say about unsafe kinks will ruffle feathers, I have a very strong stance against CNC and NC even as a trauma reason because of my own trauma and understanding psychological affects that engaging with CNC has.
AND i have spoken about it before through the lens of a trauma reason, and I stand by that it is in fact still unsafe and gross for someone outside of a trauma reason.
Whenever I talk about other kinks, like knife/gun play etc I literally have said that I do not have a singe issue with them, the issue i have is unsafe practice and that the characters wouldn't have those kinks unless someone were to sit and make it make sense.
I am old as fuck (Im not but lol) I do research into psychology because that is what I enjoy, I know why kinks come about and yeah i am in fact allowed my own opinion on things, just like you can. Im not trying to change your opinion on kinks, I literally never have been. I am simply sharing my own. It's my blog, and people engage with me and talk to me about things im ranting about so yeah then I do continue ranting about them.
You have clearly read other rants I have made, and you know that I say in every single one that I have 0 issue with kinks outside of CNC (Which yes, paedophilia and bestiality fall under obviously) And I don't hide that I don't like that. I will happily have conversations about kinks, in good taste. But when shit like this is happening and it's consistent where people are just throwing CNC on any goddamn character for funsies, yeah im gonna rant about it and people can ignore it i dont mind, Im not here to make people agree with me, I just like to yap about things that bother me.
But please, do tell me who the person on my taglist is and I will remove them, because genuinely i have not been warned about it. But the fact you have not messaged me outside of this ask, I highly believe you're just trying to stir shit up and make me attack you, which will not happen. I do not speak to any of the anons outside of like 3 people, and don't speak with the people on my taglist.
So when you come here to tell me you've "warned me" and won't even say who it is and instead block me immediately after I answered, then I highly doubt that your argument was made in good faith.
Oh no a poll, pick for the next ghia req im writing rn (Annoying acquaintances to lovers? idk reader and ghia argue a lot even if he doesn't get mad about it.) Not guaranteed ill do the one that wins im just curious
*Whispering because its 6am and I haven't slept yet* Guys im so sleepy, but like....
Kinktober prompt for all of la squadra in one fic? Not at the same time obv, i'll cry if I have to write people's goddamn names again im sick of threesomes... Guys i don;t wanna write more threesomes im gonna cry.. I have 4 more to write aaaaaaaa anyway............. Poly!Squadra x reader in the same fic, yes or no?
YES, ALL OF THEM IN THE SAME FIC (Idk man, free use? Are we chilling w that?)
Yes but not free use? Idk gimme suggestions so i can poll it
NO?? FREAK FREAK FREAK FREAK FREAK
Star, go to bed why are you up? (Results <3)
Voting ended on18h
Like, vibe is just poly squadra i guess, seperate mini fics but in the same fic? brain is not working I'll do something with it if people want it.
WHo lets me post anymore i didnt mean to purple oh well we commit
Greetings star, I hope you're well. Do you have any Prosciutto general headcanons? Perhaps some x reader ones as well please?
Thank you very much! ♥︎
General/Dating HC's - Prosciutto x Reader Headcanons
A/N - Hi anon! I'm doing good thank you! <3 I genuinely have so many HC's for these men and I could literally talk so much about general stuff for them because they're so interesting and fun to dive into! I'll probably be doing your Ghia HC request tomorrow if I can finish SOF part 7 tonight :3 Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! <3
♡ Headcanons ♡
Word Count - 3600
WARNING: Some NSFW Headcanons at the bottom that I'll throw a warning before them.
General Headcanons -
⟢ He actually doesn't smoke cigarettes and hasn't since he joined the mafia even as stress relief, he hates the way the smell clings to his expensive suits. Doesn't matter what he tries to do or what he uses to try to cover the smell of nicotine and smoke, nothing works. So he gives it up.
He quit surprisingly quick for someone with a nicotine addiction but he absolutely still gets those urges pretty often, it makes him incredibly irritable more so than usual. And it's so obvious when he's worked up, his eyes immediately darting over to Formaggio's cigarettes and his jaw tensing when he fights the want to relapse into it.
He does however enjoy smoking cigars very occasionally, usually on missions where he's in the public eye so that he comes across as more refined and as a man of expensive taste, even when he doesn't particularly have the money to fund those extravagant wants.
⟢ Isn't the best at hand to hand fighting and avoids it in any way if he can, would much prefer to just use his stand to deal with anything that arises while staying out of the line of fire. He isn't adverse to fighting and before he gained TGD he was pretty skilled with combat, but the longer he uses and continues to activate his stand the weaker he feels.
Even with it inactive he feels near brittle with how much his body betrays him, he bruises more easily, it hurts more to be hit.. So he avoids it and would much rather let the others deal with combat or fight from the side-lines.
⟢ He clashes hard with anyone he's sent on missions with outside of Pesci, he consistently feels the need to stay in that position of power and subjugation. To the point that it's infuriating because he does it every single time, either the team back down or cause a LOT of issues when the mission is over.
The only one he won't outright degrade and snap at is Risotto because he doesn't have a death wish, anyone else is fair game for him to pull rank and demand them to follow his orders.
⟢ He never apologizes for doing something wrong even when he knows it was, not to the team and definitely not to Pesci.
He uses negative reinforcement consistently with anyone that will allow him to get away with it, it doesn't matter to him if it works or not entirely since it's a good way to vent those frustrations and reiterate that he's in charge.
Unfortunately Pesci will always get the brunt of that violence because he fucks up more from the stress that Prosciutto will hit him for making mistakes, and Pros doesn't care that it makes him more afraid of him, because in his eyes it's making Pesci a better mafioso.
⟢ He's not often sent out of missions even alone unless Risotto is willing to let him lose on civilians, which the majority of the time he isn't. Literally anything he can do, Formaggio, Melone or Illuso can do better.
The missions he does usually get is groups of people that need to be taken out quickly and efficiently, ones he doesn't need to tweak his stand to be able to keep people safe… because he really couldn't care less if they get in the way of the mission.
⟢ He has a high disdain for torture and won't do it himself even if ordered to, he hates to get his hands dirty and doesn't enjoy the sound of people begging and screaming.
He understands that sometimes it's needed in their line of work, but he would prefer to not be the person to do it or even be around it in any way if it can be avoided. It's something he just can't bring himself to do, even if he kills without restraint.
⟢ He has a very strange relationship with food. He doesn't like to eat messy things even when he's alone because it makes him feel disgusting for wanting it and that guilt makes him lose every single sliver of hunger he had. He does however enjoys to eat certain foods like Pizza/burgers but only when he's alone and can't be judged for enjoying it, even if the rest of the team eat like raccoons out of a dumpster.
He tends to stick to things that are either high class when he's in public or just simple hearty meals when he's in the safehouse… Does actually enjoy tart things though, lemon/lime/raspberry and will infrequently make pastries with them when no one else is around because he enjoys sweet things even if he refuses to admit it.
⟢ Absolutely does not have empathy for civilians that he kills anymore. He definitely used to but the longer that his cruelty went on, the more kills that mounted up the less he cared for their lives, they're simply collateral damage.
But that doesn't mean for a second that his viciousness and cruelty doesn't add up and make him feel like a black hole rests around his heart when he's alone. He always holds his apathetic nature close to his chest but the second that façade falls he feels empty and begins to wonder if the bloodshed could ever be washed from his fingers. It can't.
And he knows it.
⟢ Accidentally conditioned himself into being a kleptomaniac from childhood, he doesn't even realize that he's doing it the majority of the time and he very VERY rarely gets caught, but when he does they drop it quickly because it's not worth the hassle to try to accuse him of being a thief.
It happens anytime he goes out and it's never big items, almost always things he doesn't need nor want but they add up and he just ends up with a small horde of chapsticks and jewellery. Happens a LOT more with the rest of the team and for a long while they have no idea where their things were just disappearing off to until one of them catch him mindlessly doing it.
Half of them get pissed about it when it happens (Illuso, Formaggio and Ghiaccio) and the others don't really care after figuring out it's him because they can just walk into his room and take it back.
⟢ Reads a lot and believes himself better than anyone that doesn't. Will deliberately use intricate language when he's arguing with someone he deems as "lesser" than himself just to feel morally superior to them when they don't understand.
Will absolutely do it with SOME of the team when he pulls rank, because if he tries to do that shit with Melone and Ghiaccio they'll match his power move with a lot more intensity that he brings.
But if he's demeaning someone he doesn't know, he gets into it and so proud to make them feel like they're nothing to him. Because that is how he sees them.
⟢ Terrible at chess but gaslights his way through it so often that his opponent will second guess if he has them all figured out, most of the time he's just staring blankly at them waiting for them to move with occasional nudges to stop taking to long or that he "Thought they were supposed to be good at this."
It's pretty common that he intimidates them enough to back off and resign, or he wins by them overthinking their moves and making too many mistakes. He doesn't get better because they're not playing to their fullest, the only one that doesn't back down is Risotto... and he cannot play.
⟢ Hates the sound of gagging, more than anything… He doesn't have emetophobia and has no issue with either himself or other people throwing up, even when he knows how vile it is and will openly show his disgust for it.
But the sound of it sets him on edge near immediately and he wants to be out of the situation, he won't calm for hours after and gets intensely irritable throughout the day... Especially if the same person that did it is around him. Often just ends up leaving the room/area and going somewhere alone to de-stress by himself.
⟢ His stand exhausts him so much that he will pretty often just fall asleep the second he's somewhere safe and comfortable, usually on the couch in the safehouse only to wake up and snap at whoever dares to try to hold it over him.
He hates the feeling of being vulnerable or open about anything so it pisses him off to the point of wanting to fight in his sleep deprived state when someone laughs about it.
When he goes to sleep after missions he'll easily knock out for 14+ hours because he's so tired, but outside of that always makes himself wake early in the morning regardless because he wants his own time before the team get up and cause issues.
⟢ He knows how to drive but refuses to outright with how infuriating driving in the city can be, that and he hates when people are in the car with him and back seating his driving. He knows what he's doing, so when they tell him not to it only makes it more likely that he will just pull over and kick them out.
He learnt young and does have a licence but sees no reason to buy a car or use Ghiaccio's when 90% of the time he's sent further away than the others, so he prefers to just travel via train because it's a lot cheaper even if he hates how disgusting and annoying people can be... But it is harder to track someone down if you have no where to start, he leaves no trace behind, no car. No evidence.
⟢ He showers every day even if the water pressure in hotels fucking suck, he can't stand the thought of being so dirty and smelling bad. Has multiple different colognes depending on the job/place he's going, stronger and more refined on important missions or meetings with other teams, subtle and gentler on his senses for everything else.
They're expensive but he'd rather spend his money on that than something that matters less to him, even if they run out faster than he would like them to.
⟢ Hates with a passion that they can't decorate the safehouse, it's ugly and even if he doesn't particularly care about painting or getting things he likes, he hates the look of the shitty house that's barely liveable in anymore. Especially when some of the others leave it messy and the paint on the walls scratched from throwing the doors open so hard.
Without fail wakes up wanting to renovate his entire room with an annoying burst of energy in the morning that he often burns by working out or silently slipping into the living room and doing any chores that needed to be done the night before.
It's not intended to aid the rest of his team, but it's that or he ends up being jittery all day.
Dating Headcanons -
⟢ He trusts slowly, it takes him a VERY long time to even want a relationship with you and even then he will fight his own feelings for months before ever telling you.
And when he does tell you it's not sweet in any way, its rough and most likely will slip out after an argument or a mission. He'll tell you how much he wants to hate you, everything about you. And that he hates that he can't.
It's obvious what he means immediately and you won't get a word in if you even attempted to reassure him over it, hell you won't even see him for days after because he can't stand the thought of being open about it. But eventually he's willing to drop that guard even a little for you.
⟢ Won't ever tell you outright that he loves you unless he fucks up BAD, I'm talking like you're thinking about breaking up with him bad.
He won't cheat on you, ever. And he won't hurt you physically but he's jagged and won't lessen his irritation and subjugation even for you, he'll be kinder sure but he's not going to just swap to some loving boyfriend overnight.
He doesn't know how to be kind so it's rough to start with.
⟢ He's not a fan of PDA, at all. If it's a requirement for you it most likely would never work because he won't adapt for you, not for a very long time and he won't change on PDA.
You have a reputation to uphold and you only put each other in danger by being close with him, but more so than that he doesn't want the team to believe he's soft because he isn't.
He doesn't ever touch you in public but he will do things that prove he cares for you; his hand covering the edge of a table when you lean to get something, stepping past you with a snap about that 'you're in the way' but it's just because he wants to be on the side of the road and not you, quietly ordering your food/drinks the way that you like them when he gets his own. It's obvious to the people looking for it, and completely impossible to see if they're not.
⟢ Marriage… He doesn't ever see himself getting married to you, even if he does love you. He doesn't even see himself leaving the mafia, it's not something you just walk away from and marriage isn't safe nor is it entirely something he wants. Legal binding himself to someone sounds… terrifying.
It's not out of thinking he would ever break up with you, but it's more hassle than it's worth in his eyes. He'll tell you that outright, no marriage, no kids. If that's a deal breaker? He'll be hurt and he won't show it, but that's where it'll end.
⟢ For a long time he hates sleeping in the same room as you, vulnerability is not his strong suit even when the warmth of you pulls him out of his guilt for the first time in years, he won't ask for affection, he won't take it.
And he complains softly if you attempt to show him affection and hold him/kiss him but he won't push you away, and absolutely chases you if you move. He's huffy but if the complaining gets to you he'll pull back and just "allow" you to touch him, even if you can feel the jump in his heart and the desperation to keep you tightly to his chest.
No, he isn't crying when you tell him you love him. Don't bring it up.
⟢ Won't monitor what you eat even if he monitors himself, he will taper off with the hateful language he uses about food because he doesn't want you to start to hate it the way he does.
If you don't eat enough in his eyes he will 'subtly' bring you or order for you more often. If you eat more than he thinks you should? He keeps it to his damn self and doesn't bring it up, he cares about you and won't make you fear doing things in his presence. He knows too much how that judgment sits in someone's mind, and he won't allow it to do the same with you.
⟢ He doesn't do things by half, even if he complains about them. Cuddling, kissing, everything. It doesn't matter what it is, it's all consuming and near desperate every single time as if letting you go could mean it's the last time he gets to, and in the mafia it could.
He won't often seek you out for it but he craves your touch so deeply that it pisses him off when you're not being as affectionate, and it's obvious that you haven't been around for long periods of time because he snaps a lot faster. And a hell of a lot meaner.
⟢ He won't hit you, he won't degrade you like he does the others. But he won't be insanely loving with his words either.
Reassurance however is a totally different ball game to him. It's almost always raw and messy with how he speaks and what he says because for once things aren't practiced, it's not just a façade, it's a need to make sure that you're okay especially if it was his fault.
He'll scold you if you get hurt on missions, especially for protecting him, because suddenly you've ripped him into the realization that you're not immortal, eventually you're going to die whether it's to protect him or not. And that truly terrifies him.
⟢ He doesn't get outright nightmares over the things he's done but he often wakes up in the middle of the night in a dread ladened panic that lingers for far longer than he wants it to, he won't wake you or even tell you in the morning.
But he will pull you close and just silently hold you until the feeling slips from him, even if it takes hours for it to fully leave again. He doesn't entirely know if you understand how cruel that he is… but the thought that you'll start to resent him for his viciousness is something that makes him realize just how quickly he'd break without you, even when you're in the mafia alongside him.
Sometimes when it all gets too much he cries just holding you but he will never bring it up even if you're awake and soothing him, if you talk about it he'll shut you down quickly every time. Being open is not something you'll get easily, and you'll need to wait for him to come to you first.
⟢ He absolutely buys you things quite often, sometimes expensive, mostly tiny things that he's listened to you talk about weeks ago, even little things that you didn't realise he cares about listening to. The new album from your favourite band that was coming out, something you've been craving recently, more hair ties because the ones you often use always break… A ring that's akin to a proposal even if he would never admit it.
No marriage. But a promise that he is yours and you are his, until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, until his heart slows to nothing in your palm after he allows you to tear it from his chest.
.MINORS DNI.
A few NSFW general headcanons -
⟢ Doesn't jerk off much at all, very infrequently and only when it's becoming such a problem that he feels that he needs to reset his mind.
80% of the time it isn't a pleasure thing for him, it's a complete break from stress to move on from whatever is bothering him. The other 20% is a very irritated pleasure that he almost feels is more of a chore to deal with than anything else.
And it's incredibly annoying for him that he does get turned on relatively easy from being touched and praised, so he ends up ignoring his needs for long periods of time and has wet dreams at least once a month because of not jerking off for so long.
⟢ It's not in any way gentle when he does touch himself, he wants it to be over with as fast as possible so that he can go back to doing literally anything else, it's rough and he doesn't last long and he's thankful for that at the very least.
But sometimes he physically cannot finish and that pisses himself off more than being turned on in the first place… it's difficult in that mindset to cum even with external stimuli, photos, videos, you.
Doesn't matter, nothing helps.
⟢ He's not vanilla but he isn't kinky either. Definitely tied with Ghiaccio for the most kinky in the team and willing to try things with his partner, but he absolutely would not tell you his fantasies in any way unless you showed interest first.
There's a lot of things outside of sex that he finds hot, nothing cruel but dumb things that make him embarrassed to even think about because it arouses him, like... certain smells, someone catching his jaw to make him look at them, being called "sir" and not in a sexual way. If the other members of the team say it then it creeps him out completely, but when it's someone he finds attractive or likes then it's somehow the hottest thing he's heard.
⟢ He never seeks out sex before he has you and even then it's rare, he won't go to strip clubs or try to find someone to hook up with, he won't resort to other means either. He has no want, desire or need to use someone or pay someone to get him off.
He has a hand, and if he can't finish then he'll go to bed furious but not a single thought in his mind is desperate enough to pay someone for sex, and he absolutely finds the people that do so disgusting scum.
He has standards, even for a violent mafioso.
⟢ When he does need you he absolutely prefers you to just suck his dick rather than have sex, he's not opposed to having sex by any means, he still enjoys it a great deal. And he won't just use you to get himself off and leave you there, he's not a complete asshole, he'll happily finish you with him or afterwards.
But oral to him is something that gets him off a lot faster and if he's turned on enough he will very briefly beg for it, even if he doesn't finish like that.
⟢ He needs his mind to be clear for work and reports for the boss... and unfortunately you don't exactly help with that when he's working, you're distracting and sometimes he just needs to feel you.
Won't pressure you in any way if you don't want sex though, it's not worth breaking your trust in him even if he's desperate for you to touch him. With anyone, even before he was dating you.
He's aware he could take it if he actually wanted, and the thought people do makes him sick. He is cruel, but not a monster.
But no seriouslyyyy thannk youuu agsguwiekdlssnsbbssagsiwlidnesjzi
As someone who is literally goth/alt, people will see characters like Abbacchio and Risotto and literally just look at them and their design and go "oh they're alt they definitely wanna hurt you and smack you, degrade you, and hold a knife to you while having rough sex with you and other evil vile things".... •︡ᯅ•︠
No they don't! what? :'0 did we watch the same thing? Like you said about Jotaro this poor man basically had no choice but to abandon his family to keep them safe but apparently doesn't care if he hurts a partner during sex? Or wants to completely degrade everything about his partner -_- this has gotta stop. These characters have stories and character arcs for a reason. 😭 but no one cares it's like face value or just the fact that Jotaro was a rebellious teen, that they just wanna use their face for their own fantasies. *sigh* not all these angsty characters are these villainous Doms who wanna hurt their s/o ... But whatever ᓀ‸ᓂ Okie I'm done.
Thank you for allowing me to rant here loool.
AHAHAHHHA Hey Tarot!
You're always welcome to rant here I don't mind at all! I love it!!
It always bothers me because it genuinely is because they want a daddy dom and just plaster their faces onto it without even thinking further about it.
There is a reason I write (ESP smut) these characters in the way that I do, outside of how their character does act at a base level because when we take in real life characteristics of dominant men, they are very consistently submissive in the bedroom and with their partner. This is studied, and very often the case.. Yes everyone is different but it's realistic that these men would not be dominant and if they are, they wouldn't be hard dom nor would they be rough.
It will forever bother me that characters that are incredible and have really cool things with their personality that make them so unique and interesting to write, just get watered down to "Ooooo he wants to hit me so bad." Which is usually why I write smut the way I do, because diving right into "well now there's a penis" just feels so mediocre. And this isn't shitting on people that don't write more for it, but I love writing a dynamic and their character through interactions outside and during sex.
Because it makes them feel like a character and not just a sex object
