#Larosa

[michaelespositolarosa]

Michael Esposito Larosa: A Culinary Journey with La Rosa Chicken and Grill

La Rosa Chicken and Grill is a hidden gem associated with culinary arts. It has won over the palates and hearts of both locals and tourists alike. It is located in the centre of Staten Island. Michael Esposito Larosa is the head of this cherished establishment. A visionary businessman with a love for cooking delectable and healthful meals that unite people. Come along on a gastronomic adventure with us as we uncover the history of La Rosa and the guy who made it all possible.

A Visionary Entrepreneur

Michael Esposito Larosa's culinary career began with the aim of giving the neighbourhood fresh, delectable food. It was to be prepared with love and care. Larosa set out to create a dining experience. One that would both excite the senses and nourish the spirit. Drawing on his Italian roots and a great love for high-quality products. Thus, La Rosa Chicken and Grill was formed. Demonstrating Larosa's dedication to excellence and creativity.

Crafting Culinary Masterpieces

The commitment of La Rosa Chicken and Grill is to achieve the highest possible standards in the culinary arts. It is shown in the meticulous and enthusiastic preparation of each and every dish. Every bite is a symphony of flavours that leaves diners wanting more. From the iconic rotisserie chicken, marinated to perfection and grilled to juicy perfection, to the delectable sides and salads. All crafted from the finest ingredients, every bite is a meal that leaves customers wanting more. Every single person will be able to find something that they want to eat at La Rosa because the restaurant's menu features a wide variety of selections.

A Commitment to Quality

One of the most important aspects of Larosa's concept is its unwavering dedication to excellence. Every facet is imbued with a commitment to excellence, from the procurement of products from regional farmers and suppliers to the employment of professional chefs who take great delight in their trade. This meticulous attention to detail is what sets La Rosa apart from other restaurants, and it has earned the establishment a devoted following of discerning customers who recognize the difference that quality can make.

Community Connection

Michael Esposito Larosa and the rest of the crew at La Rosa are extremely devoted to giving back to the community. This commitment extends beyond the company's commitment to producing wonderful meals. Be it through the sponsorship of local events, the donation of meals to those who are in need, or participation in philanthropic activities; La Rosa is continuously working toward the goal of having a positive influence on the lives of others. When it comes to Larosa, community engagement is not only about business. It is about cultivating genuine relationships and a sense of belonging in the community.

A Legacy of Flavor As Michael Esposito Larosa continues, there is no doubt that his legacy of flavour and creativity will continue to live on. As Larosa has grown from its humble beginnings to become a beloved institution in the culinary scene of Staten Island, the neighbourhood has been left with an indelible impression as a result of the restaurant's commitment to offering excellent and healthy food.

[peiro-usagi-art]

ended off a 5 year long campaign the other night (of which i was apart of for 3 years) it was my first campaign and it was incredible and what's better? my two fave characters i made lived! this is one of them!! (in the middle) with her weird "brother" and her dad! :) I'm such a sucker for found family!!

[peculiartraits]

Continuing with my loteria collection here's a preview of my upcoming patch ✨️ 😉

[asadgirlwithaprettymind]

a family favorite

[lorenscolombia]

Sumérgete en la sofisticación con La Rosa de Armaf. Una fragancia floral y cálida que te acompañar�� en cada paso.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Darlin', can I be your favorite?

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: In a world full of death and tortue, wouldn't it be the easiest to seduce a man who is able to protect you at any cost? Ryomen Sukuna definetely is exactly that. Now, the seduction part...

Warnings: no really deep plot, just some teasing and a little bit of spice here and there, language, reader trying to seduce Sukuna with literally everything lol

Inspired by the song "favorite" by Isabel LaRosa

Your mission was clear since the first time you saw him in action, felt how strong he is: Get Sukuna to fucking adore you.

It might sound ridiculous to the untrained ear. Sukuna, the king of curses, the most frightful creature walking on this planet? To even consider you’d be able to warm his heart is worth a laughter. You know exactly how all the others would react when they hear your wild plan to seduce him, to get him to catch feelings for only you.

But what better defense than having the king of curses by your side? This fucking world is nothing but a battlefield and as a jujutsu sorcerer, you’re in the middle of it. Day in day out you risk your life in order to safe others. And even though it might sound tempting to simply haunt after Gojo Satoru, it’s not the same.

No, you want Ryomen Sukuna and no one else.

Your heels click against the floor as you make your way through Shibuya’s train station, Sukuna’s fingers lying in your purse comfortably. What better way to catch a glimpse into his heart than giving him back those? Well, to be exact you don’t have a set plan apart from getting him to like you. After all, love can’t be forced, right?

Well, that skin tight dress paired with those high heels you chose for today might do that, though.

“Now, where are you Yuji?”, you mumble to yourself, eyes darting around the worn-down area.

There is no doubt in the fact that a fight occurred here not long ago. The air still smells like blood and sweat, the wall is still hot from an enormous impact. But who? Was it Yuji? You follow a trail of blood with your hips swinging from side to side. You just need to find him, need to seduce the king of curses. This is your best chance to not croak in this shitty job.

Your heels stop in their tracks.

A tuft of pink hair rests against the entrance of the rest room, so minor that you almost missed it.

Almost.

You walk towards the beat-up boy while casually inspecting him. He’s definitely alive, but barely. Yuji’s whole face is covered in multiple cuts and bruises. Who on earth did he fight against? And where is that other person? No, it’s not your responsibility to think about that right now. With a swift motion you open your purse and reveal those oh so deadly fingers.

“Now be a good boy and swallow”, you purr.

Your hand grabs his neck and yanks his head upwards while you carefully feed Yuji Sukuna’s fingers. Please, let this work. You are tired to the brim of running away, of fighting curse after curse each and every day. How about a peaceful life with Sukuna by your side? Fuck Jujutsu High, fuck Satoru Gojo. You don’t want to die before you were even able to live properly.

“Get your hands off me, human.”

For a moment, your heart skips a beat. Just one look into his red gleaming eyes and suddenly so matured face is enough for you to realize that this isn’t Yuji anymore. No, the person you are sitting on with your hand wrapped around his neck is none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

Finally.

“Oh, you’re awake. That went smoother than I thought”, you reply with a cheeky grin, not moving an inch away from him like he told you to.

“Who the hell are you, brat?”

He has definitely seen you before, you are a jujutsu sorcerer without any doubt. But why are so damn close, why does your hand wrap so delicately around his neck? Your dark eyes rest on his face unpromising, lashes hanging into your orbs seductively. What’s that supposed to be?

“My name’s whatever you make it. But how about wife?”

Sukuna isn’t able to move, let alone speak. Did you really introduce yourself to the king of curses like that? He shouldn’t waste any time, wring your neck the way you deserve it, dissolve you into tiny pieces. Who the hell do you think you are to speak to him like that? You, a puny woman? Not even the fact that you reunited him with a few of his missing fingers is enough to spare your life.

But why…Why does he still sit there like he did before, allowing your hand to rest against his neck? Why is he unable to give you a sharp answer like he always does?

“I am the king of curses”, is the only thing he’s able to press out.

“And I’ll be your girl. Deal?”

He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, eyes scanning your features up and down. You do have a pretty decent face for a human, your delicate eyes keeping him trapped. That confidence dripping from each and every pore of yours, the way your body is so near that he’s able to hear your blood circulate…

“What the hell are you talking about, stupid girl? If I wanted to, I could kill you without even flinching. Now get off me and run for your life.”

When Sukuna finally regained his threatening voice again, he expected your heart to shiver, your body to stumble backwards until you run away. But instead, you move even closer and dare to sit on top of him, gleaming eyes now staring him into the ground while your naked thighs rub against his pants.

“But you didn’t. Think I must be your favorite.”

The fact that he didn’t kill you right on the spot when you disobeyed his order is enough proof that your plan is actually working. Yes, you managed to confuse the king of curses, to arouse his interest. Now the only thing that’s left is seducing him.

“You are annoying as hell. Now get off me, I have some work to do”, he barks back at you.

His hand grabs your wrist roughly and removes your grip around his neck. But instead of simply throwing you off him, he holds your arm in place while keeping only inches of distance.

Oh, his lips are so close that you are literally able to taste them. Just one movement, one innocent flinching of your hips above his and the gap between you both is closed.

“Are you trying to seduce me, dumb girl?”, he breathes out.

He does it so well, keeping himself cool and composed while his mind races back and forth with your intoxicating smell penetrating his nose. In his long life, there was never a woman who actually tried to seduce him. After all, he’s the king of curses, so strong because of the fact that he never felt love or affection for anyone in all those years. He’s heartless, cold, a menace. Why would a woman ever get the idea of showing him affection? He came here to kill, to destroy this fucking city and make that brat suffer.

But now there’s you.

And apparently you couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s the king of curses.

“Actually, I am”, you purr, your free hand beginning to draw small circles onto his chest.

“Why would you do something so fucking stupid?”

“I mean, you’re the strongest, right?”

He has to blink a few times, the way you look at him as if he’s the dumb one catching him completely off guard.

“I’m the king of curses”, he reminds you all over again.

“And with being your favorite, you take me places-“

“What the fuck are you talking about?”, he interrupts you roughly.

You roll your eyes in sheer annoyance, nails now digging into his chest.

“Make me your wife so I don’t die”, you finally blurt out.

Is this the reason behind your questionable action? He could have killed you right on the spot and just one look into your gleaming orbs tells him that you know that all too well. And still, you risked your life for him to protect yours. Were you really so sure you’d be able to seduce the king of curses with a lousy dress and some high heels?

“Why would I do that?”

Enough playing. He should behead you right on the spot before torturing you for the time you wasted. You aren’t even worthy to breathe the same air as him, let alone being this close to his body.

But…Why isn’t he able to simply throw you off, then? Why is he even questioning what you’re up to, replaying your words over and over in his mind?

“Because I’ll let you taste-“

Your mouth is so close to his ear that your hot breath caresses his skin while the filthiest thoughts leave you with ease. His eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second, disgusted but at the same time…

“Enough”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Aren’t you at least a little invested? I have a lot to offer”, you reply, ignoring his last question elegantly.

The war inside his head makes him forget that he’s actually out on a mission for a moment. You…you are so different from all those other jujutsu sorcerers, risked your puny life so that he eventually watches over you. How ridiculously brave, how fucking stupid. But still, when your gleaming eyes rest on his face like that, that oh so cheeky grin plastered on your face you make him wonder. A wife, his favorite?

Before he’s able to think straight again, a wave of freezing mist darts towards you at neck-breaking speed. His heart skips a beat, eyes darting towards Uraume who fixates you with hate dripping from every poor of her warped face.

You won’t be fast enough. No jujutsu sorcerer except for Gojo Satoru himself is able to escape Uraume’s powers when surprised. If he doesn’t react, you’ll die. But isn’t that what he wants, that you finally vanish into thin air and leave him alone? You, the girl who just claimed him as her husband only because she doesn’t want to die.

“No.”

His body moves on its own. All of the sudden he finds himself standing in front of you, his hand deflecting Uraume’s Frost Calm with ease.

“Don’t you dare to hurt her, Uraume.”

You can’t believe it, breath getting stuck in your throat. He really did save you. Even though all you did was purring at him, trying to convince him with sugary words, Ryomen Sukuna stood up for you and defended you against one of his. Out of instinct, you push your wobbly legs off the ground, excitement filling you to the brim. With that oh so cheeky smile, you wrap your arm around his and eye the person in front of you up and down innocently.

“But she…she is a human being, Master. She’s a weakling, one of your enemies”, Uraume breathes out.

“Who allowed you to speak to your Master like that? Get out of my sight and do what you were taught to.”

You watch in awe as the person standing in front of you crumbles, their hateful gaze almost piercing through you like a knife until their gone as fast as they came.

“So, I really am your favorite, huh?”, you hum.

“Shut up brat, I’m the only one who can kill you. Now get going, I have a lot of work to do.”

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[skiptomy]

"...And you will never know a lonely day again."

[angelgigisworld]

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

I had.. a vision...

[webs-of-words]

the first love is always memorable 🤍

sources: pinterest | first love/late spring - mitski | pinterest | pinterest | pinterest | fluohrine | nicholas sparks | pinterest | pinterest | i’m yours - isabel larosa | pinterest | a.r asher | pinterest

[loehn]

OLD COMMISSION

By: @unwri-ten

I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST TODAY LMAO. Anyways, have this dude. I love him sm uwu, clearly you can tell how much I love their art AYURT

[Beware of unhinged texts pt. 2]

Stripped Ver. Below

[ursonly-decaying]

Songs as a crush

Diet Mountain Dew

Lana Del Rey

- Definitely tries to hide it

- Convinces himself you’re not good for him every time he see you

- You are his drug he is addicted to you

- He secretly watches you and makes sure you never notice

- He would pray for you to love him

- He wonders if you and him will ever be in love

- He would steal your stuff and wrap them around his thick cock when he jerks off to you

- He would think about the way your warm pussy wrap around his length only if you were his

- He would press you to the walls in a public place and force you to moan his name over and over again until everyone knows you’re his and his only..

- He would also leave marks on you in every inch of skin, he is in love with the idea of biting you

Favourite

Isabel LaRosa

- He would call you darling

- Would hold your hand everywhere you go

- Asks you repeatedly who is your favourite person in the world, the answer has to be him

- He would also beg you to love him for as long as you live, he would have to feel your love and affection every second

- If he catches you cheating or even flirting he would drag you home and throw you onto the bed he will choke and make you promise you would be faithful. He will ram into you until his cum fills you up and your pussy is leaking with his boiling semen.

- He would force you down on his thick cock, making you swallow the whole length. He would gently wipe off the tears rolling down your cheeks then whisper things like: “be good for daddy” “doll stay still, daddy will make you feel good” “that’s what you get for being a naughty kitten”. He would then cum all over your face. The slick cum rolling down and forming a pool on the floor beneath you.

[kiyeuo]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi think you look divine

[cringecannon]

I’m such a whore for age difference Gortash. Like, he’s in his mid forties and you’re only in your early/mid twenties. He likely gets off on having someone so young and ripe… as well as the clear power dynamic of him being an aged Archduke and you a simple adventurer. I just want him to pump me full and ensure I can never leave his side. Ensuring I never feel a cock besides his.

ohhhh my god. oh my god

He’s careful about how he approaches you. Can’t scare you away, of course. You need to think that you’re the one in control. He keeps up the facade of professional distance, flusters you with gifts and invites to dinner. He tells you he likes how mature you act, staring across the table at you with such a heat that you have to focus on not squirming in your seat. He's teasing, brushing against you and grabbing your waist to hold you in place when he passes behind you. He whispers a low apology into your ear and you fight back a shiver as he strolls off.

He's not surprised when you finally kiss him, clumsy and rushed. His hand cradles the back of your head, golden claws gently pricking flesh while he holds you in place. His other hand creeps under your clothes, cold rings skimming heated skin as his hand drifts between your legs.

Virgin or not matters little to him, any experiences you may have had before this don't matter, dear. It wasn't real, not like this. Let him show you how it’s really done.

He lets you ride him, dark eyes watching your every reaction carefully. His hands hold your hips hard enough to bruise, controlling the rhythm. You complain, begging him to go faster with your nails digging into his bare shoulders. He tells you patience is a virtue. The roll of your eyes is cut off with a gasp when he adjusts you just slightly, the new angle torturous. He's so deep, you're so full, but he's going so slow that you can't find any relief. Keep begging, dear. He likes how it sounds.

[cloudi-scarlett]

ɪ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ.

ᴅᴀʙɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ !ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴅᴀɴɪ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ. ᯓᡣ𐭩

small cussing, and mention of wounds, and blood. Lmk if I missed anything! (This is not proofread.)

It’s a bit short, so I apologize.

You were his doll, his everything, he cherished you the most since he thought you were the only good thing in his life. That was until he saw you like this. Hurt, and injured. He would’ve lost it right then and there if he didn’t get you somewhere safe.

This all started due to a faulty plan Shigaraki had made. Dabi would deal with him later. This plan ended up in a full fight with Heroes. He placed you against the warehouse buildings wall, luckily he found this place. You let out a small grunt, he was searching around for abandoned first medical supplies, or even better, a first aid kit. If you looked closely at his stapled face, you can see worry in his eyes, and maybe even a little pout. He luckily found some medical supplies, no luck on the first aid.

He wouldn’t let you move, one single bit. He gently pushed you down every time you tried to lend him your help so he didn’t have to do all the work. “Lay your ass back down, Doll. I got it, it’s fine.”

When he put alcohol on your open wounds, he would whisper small praises, like how you’re doing good, but he would also scold you in the process of dressing your wounds. “I can’t believe you were so reckless. You should’ve just stayed out the way.”

Sure, it was mean, but you knew he was just caught up in the moment. He thought he had lost his Doll. Whenever he was done, he helped you stand up, he wouldn’t let you do anything on your own. Not even when you’re back at the LOV hideout. Whenever he saw you up, he totally freaked. “Sit your ass back down, woman.”

Is what he would say when making you sit down anywhere, the reason he was like this was because he hated seeing you so banged up and hurt, and he never wanted to see you like that again. Soon, when you were fully healed, he was back to his old self. <3

°˖➴ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[ninoucheuuuh]

I just wanted to do an edit about Dipcifica