#prosciutto n/s/f/w

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Prosciutto x Fem!Reader NSFW

Pseudo_Possum said: "May I ever so politely request Prosciutto with a fem reader, with like... Cuddling that leads to smut? Just some soft pros... NSFW please. Oh and guess who got a tumblr? Me, Pseudo_Possum... "

I’m not saying that I love how much Prosciutto requests I got, but I am certainly not complaining!

Someone was getting a little too tired during movie night for Prosciutto’s liking, so he does what he does best. He wakes you up a little.

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

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WARNINGS: Cuddling, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, hickies, sucking on nipples, blowjob, squirting. 

Word Count: 1469

     Prosciutto flopped onto the couch, stretching his legs out while wrapping his arm around the back of the couch. With the other hand, he grabbed the popcorn bowl from you, setting it aside so you could join him. You easily snuggled up into him, sitting between his spread legs, humming pleasantly when his arm was wrapped around you. A kiss was placed on the top of your head before he passed the bowl back to you, settling in for a nice relaxing movie night. 

     The movie was well... it had an acquired taste? Um, slow to start? 

     Okay, it was boring. Very boring. It was supposed to be a thriller-horror thing about sharks or something. Both of you didn’t seem to be enjoying it and the popcorn was pretty much done within the first few minutes, leaving nothing but butter smeared across the bottom. He loudly licked the grease off his fingers, rubbing your back with the free hand, which only lulled you to sleep more.

     “Getting tired, piccola?” His low voice vibrated through his chest.

     “Mhmm,” you hummed in reply, nuzzling into him more. He was so warm, so comfortable. It would be so easy to just... sleep. Prosciutto laughed, running his fingers through your hair.

     “Poor baby, so tired. Did you have a long day? Oh, povera piccola. What am I going to do with you?” Prosciutto leaned forward, bringing you up with him. You groaned in protest. “Don’t be like that.” Little pecks were littered across your cheeks before he whispered in your ear, low and gravelly. “What can I do to wake you up, hm?” 

     You rolled your eyes, tucking your head under his chin, making yourself comfortable again. You felt the rumble from the hum he let out throughout your body. 

     “(Y/N).” His hand drifted from your cheek, down your arm, dancing over your side and then slid between your thighs. You held back a small moan as you held them open just a little to give him more access to your clothed sex, blood already pumping fast enough to wake you up. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). La mia bella troietta. Do you like that?” He pressed harder, making you jump slightly. “Take off your clothes, mia cara. Don’t keep me waiting.”

     Carefully, you got up, taking off your shirt first, shivering when Prosciutto sighed as he admired your form. He ran his fingers over your ribs delicately before leaning forward to gently litter your shoulder with kisses while you took off your bra. Almost instantly, his hand moved to your breast, massaging into it, teasing your nipple. You gasped when he latched onto your neck, suckling on your soft skin. When he was satisfied with one mark, he moved onto the next one, rolling your nipple between his index finger and his thumb all while you wriggled with pleasure.

     “Prosciuto~” You moaned, leaning into him. He pulled away, leaning back with his arms resting on the back and arm of the couch, intently watching your every move. You stood up, sliding your bottoms off quickly then sitting in his lap again. Immediately, you pressed your lips into his, running your hands over his chest, slowly undoing the buttons.

     He chuckles into the kiss, then swallows your moan when you feel his fingers press into your already wet folds, easily sliding up and down your slick. You keen, rocking your hips in time. Again, he returns his mouth to your neck, teeth grazing over your sensitive spot before chomping down, eliciting another cry from you.

     Prosciutto smiled, listening to the beautiful sounds filling the room. Deviously, he began sliding his thumb up and down your clit. Your head fell back, holding onto his shoulders as you gave yourself over to him. 

     “Oh~ That feels so good. Aaah! Don’t stop.” You cried out shamelessly. 

     “I don’t plan on it, bella.” His breath tickled your skin. “Do you like this, cara? Do you like how my fingers feel? I know exactly what to do, don’t I? Do you like not being able to think straight?” You could only moan and cry at his words, too turned on to form coherent thoughts. “You’re so good, (Y/N). So good.”

      Your lack of response wasn’t a surprise to him. He took advantage of your distractedness and pressed two fingers into you, immediately curling into your G-spot. The more he curled them, the more sounds fell from your mouth. He felt so heavenly, pushing into every part that made you squirm. His tongue flicked your nipple, then you felt his lips wrap around it. The dual stimulation was almost too much. Your release was fast approaching.

     His movements were magical, completely turning off your ability to think like he said. Soon, his thumb was replaced by the base of his palm as he picked up the speed. His fingers fucked in and out of you easily, making you shake. God, you were so close. You would have told him so if you could say anything, all you could do was scream with pleasure. Tears stung the corners of your eyes. Please, please, please, let me cum, you thought.

     Prosciutto watched you with hungry eyes. He knew you were close. Of course, he did. There was something so beautiful about your face before you came, he couldn’t help himself from enjoying the show a little. Oh, but how cruel it would be to just pull out his fingers? Only one way to find out.

     Your disapproval when he stopped was all too evident. A high sound, almost a squeal rang throughout his ears. You leaned into him desperately, kissing him over and over while whimpering various no’s.

     “What?” He said, nonchalantly.

     “What do you mean, what?” You replied.

     “Sorry, did you want more?” 

     “Yess!~”

     He laughed. “Take care of this first and I’ll think about it.” He gestured to the bulge in his pants. You quickly undid his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down with some help. Then, you eagerly wrapped your hand around his cock, flicking your tongue over the tip. You would do anything to get that orgasm. Soon, you had worked up to a rhythm of sucking on his head while pumping the rest of him, relishing every grunt that came out of his mouth.

     Prosciutto’s hand tangled into your hair, pushing you down little by little until you had to take away your hand to keep going. He jerked his hips up into your warm, tight throat. Drool dripped from the corner of your lips as your eyes rolled back into your head. You loved when he took control, as pushy as he could be. The hand tightened, signalling he was close. Good. The faster he was done, the faster he could get to making you cum.

     Before you could prepare yourself, he pushed you down completely, hilting in your mouth and spilling his release into your throat. He held you there until he was done, briefly ignoring your choking. Then, you were able to sit up, scrambling for a breath. A soft hand cupped your cheek, pulling you close to him while you calmed down a bit. 

     Without another word, his hand slipped between your fold again, fingers taking their place inside you. He quickly curled into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again until your vision when blank and you cried out your orgasm, gushing onto his hand as well as anything else underneath you. The two of you panted, relaxing just enough to catch the tail end of the movie, watching the credits scroll by. 

     “I didn’t know he was in this,” you said, recognizing a name.

     “You were asleep for that part,” Prosciutto laughed, pulling a blanket over your body while pulling you closer to him. 

     You sighed happily. “Am I free to sleep now?”

     “Yes, you can sleep now.” The two of you chuckled before settling into comfortable positions, letting your post-orgasm bliss settle over you while the next movie started.

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Piccola = baby girl

povera piccola = poor little thing

La mia bella troietta. = my pretty little slut

Mia cara = my dear, my darling, dearie, etc.

Bella = pretty/beautiful

[joestarwhore]

Proscuitto Headcanons (18+)

Proscuitto’s mansion was spacious, none the less. After he brought you to his home, your insolence was maddening.

So locking you in a spare room for a few days to deprive you of contact would do just the trick to straighten you out. You needed to learn that he was simply all you needed.

When Proscuitto’s coworkers would come to the estate, Pros would attach you to his hip. You weren’t to talk, look, or to speak to any of them.

So imagine how he felt when Melone started ogling your breasts, slowly getting closer to you. Blind rage took over just before Melone could grip your ass, Pros beating the ever loving shit out of him right in front on you & the other men.

After Melone had learned his lesson, Proscuitto demanded that everyone leave his house, which no one argued against. After the door closed behind them, all that was heard was Proscuittos mid paced breathing. He was pissed.

It wasn’t long until he shoved you over the counter & ram his member into you. Your whimpers and moans only making him go faster, harder, calling you his ‘perfect little slut’ & ‘a fucking whore for attention’.

After you came all over him, you felt him finish deep inside you, kneading your breasts as he slowly pumped himself in & out.

Pros picked you up & led you to the bedroom, laying you both on your assigned sides.

“They can ogle you all they want. You just make damn well sure that you remember who owns you, Cara.”

“Or i’ll make you remember.”

[pseudo-possum]

A couple miscellaneous N SFW headcanons for everyone's favorite ham under the cut.

Rough and passionate, definitely bites. Look at him. See that little glimpse of teeth? That man is gonna bite you. Not too hard, pretty gently actually. It's like a love language

He'll have his hands all over you. Will touch every inch of your body. If you're insecure, kiss your insecurities goodbye because there's no way they'll survive his relentless worship. He does body worship in a really dominant way. Like, pinning you down and making sure you know without a doubt that you're perfect.

Man has a thing for licking his own cum off of his partner. Don't matter where he nutted, he's licking you there. Pussy? Ass? Tits? Mouth? He likes it when you swallow, but he likes it even more when you share.

Has a daddy kink but if that's not your thing he'll understand. Call him Signore and he'll probably bite you or something. He loves that.

He'll probably pull you into a dressing room for a quickie... He'll always clean you up after.

Not as degrading as you'd think. But still can be degrading.

His caring side comes out in his aftercare. There's a lot of praise. Probably a backrub, you're definitely sore, so he'll help you to the bath (after licking up his cum)

These are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head. There might be more at some point.

[moody-blues-requiem]

Sooooo... If askbox is still open, may I leave a request for Squadra and female s/o, if they've caught her masturbating in their room and moaning their name? (Also, I love your writings so much!)

Trying to get back into the swing of things with running this blog! My writing skills feel a tad bit rusty, but hopefully you enjoy these all the same! 

n/s/f/w under the cut!

Risotto freezes when he hears you moan out his name. It’s late at night in the base, most everyone is away on various missions, and he’s only up to grab a glass of water. But your noises have him intrigued, completely forgetting about the drink. He’s so tempted to force his way into your room, he knows he’s strong enough to shoulder-check the door in-- but that would really ruin the moment, wouldn’t it? He likes to think he’s better than being a peeping tom, but your whimpers are too much. He uses Metallica to open up the keyhole in your door, a perfect little peephole for him to watch you fall apart to the thought of him ruining you. He notes how you keep one hand on your throat while you cum. He won’t be going back to sleep for a little while. 

Prosciutto knows the sounds you’re making, the way you moan out his name. He knows immediately what’s going on. And he knocks. “Bella? You need something?” He’s not the type to beat around the bush-- he’ll leave if you don’t want him there (or aren’t ready to admit to your crush on him just yet), but he can hear fabric rustling. The door peeks open a crack, you’re clad in nothing but a thin robe. “I…” you start, trying to find the words to explain yourself. “Maybe you should come in.” He doesn’t leave your room until the next morning, after a night spent exploring each others feelings and bodies, together. 

Pesci listens for a moment…. You’re not actually calling out for him, right? Why would you be calling out for-- ah, yep, that was a moan, he knows what you’re doing. He rushes back to his own room, blushing all over, pants already tightening. Should he feel ashamed that he’s going to masturbate to the thought of you masturbating to him? Well… you did it first! And besides, it just feels too good. He cums harder than he has in a while. Should he… talk to you about this? Should he tell you he feels the same? He doesn’t know how to proceed. He’ll get there, though. Eventually. 

We can all guess what Illuso does. You, thinking you would outsmart him, covered the floor-length mirror in your bedroom so he wouldn’t be able to sneak in. But he can use any reflective surface as a mirror, and the lamp on your nightstand has a beautifully shiny base that gives him a perfect view of the show. He lies on your bed in the mirror world, right where you are, and touches himself. He matches his pace to yours, speeding up as you do, your hearts beating in sync… and reaches his peak, moaning your name at the same time that you moan his. He slips away undetected, but for a while you can’t shake the feeling that you might not be alone. 

Formaggio’s solution, like Illuso’s, is pretty predictable. He shrinks down and slips in your room to watch the show. He hides himself behind your lamp or a picture frame on your nightstand, watching everything. God, you were beautiful, but seeing you in such an intimate moment really drove Formaggio wild. He can’t hold back from reaching his hand into his pants and rubbing himself alongside you. He cums in his pants (not his first time) so as not to leave any trace of his presence, and sneaks out before you can catch him. He’ll repeat this process a few more times before confronting you about overhearing his name-- and playing innocent. 

Melone just fucking. Opens your door. You swore you locked it! You had double checked! Hadn’t you? Regardless, there he was, leaning against your doorframe and smirking like a devil. “You called? Oh, you look absolutely delicious, is this all for me?” He wouldn’t blame you if you kicked him out, but he had to shoot his shot. If you let him in, you’re in for a hell of a time. It’s like he knows your body already (he doesn’t. We know he’s creepy, but he wouldn’t do that to a teammate) with the way he fingers you at just the right angles, hitting spots you’d never found, bringing you to a swift orgasm. And he’s packing behind that thin purple jumpsuit, you can see his erection, perhaps you’ll return the favor? 

Ghiaccio blushes furiously. You! Moaning his name! He almost can’t believe it, how did he not notice your feelings sooner…? Thoughts race through his head about what to do. Should he knock? Should he, what, text you? Should he bring it up at all? Maybe a shower will clear his head. Despite his icy stand, his showers are boiling lava hot, and the bathroom is thick with burning steam as he furiously jacks himself off, grumbling your name under his breath. Damn you, clouding his mind with emotions! 

With Sorbet and Gelato, you’re taking your life into your own hands (especially if you’re only pining for one of them. They’re a package deal, no exceptions). Absolute wild cards, these two. But if they catch wind of you moaning for them as you touch yourself, they absolutely will force their way into your room. “We’re right here, why didn’t you say something sooner?” “Don’t get shy on us now, bella, your voice was so lovely… why don’t you keep going, and show us how you really feel?”

[dokidoki-tae]

Hotel Fun

I was talking to some moots ( @honeyvibin and @honeyduu ) on a GC and things got spicy when they brought up an amusing article. 

So here is some Prosciutto x Fem! Reader lewd content. 

You rubbed your temple in an attempt to avert a probable and fitting migraine as the airline flight attendant explained that due to your first flight being delayed meant you missed your second flight to your next destination. God, how you hated connecting flights. You’ve had your fair share of nightmarish airline stories, but one too many could cause anyone to lose their mind It didn’t help that the attendant seemed insincere when she apologized for what as clearly the airline’s fault.

But your reaction was nothing compared to the man standing several feet next to you, yelling and berating the unlucky attendant who looked like he was face-to-face with death. Turning your head slightly to glance at the scene, a man with immaculate and intricate styled blond hair and a well-pressed suit was barking insults at the worker, pointing an accusatory finger at his face as he looked down at his computer screen in fear and shame.

“I don’t give a shit about your apologies! Solve this problem immediately. It’s not my fault you imbeciles overbooked! Like hell, I’m going to miss my flight just because you’re incompetent.” He spat. It seems he was having his own issues. You’d be pretty pissed if you arrived to be told you couldn’t get on your flight.

Just to the side of him, several feet away, there was a group of men laughing and snickering at the blond man’s expense. The scene was attention-grabbing, taking your mind away from the woman speaking and assisting you, finding yourself agreeing to terms you didn’t 100 percent catch.

“Thank you for your understanding,” the attendant said with a monotone, typing rapidly and providing you with a solution to your problem, giving her an “uh-huh”. Both the argument next to you and your exhaustion left your mind hazy and commonsense nonexistent. Resting your arms on the counter, you lay your head in the middle as the attendant continued to type away and make a quick phone call. From what you could catch, it seems she was arranging a hotel room to stay in until you could get on a flight tomorrow afternoon but everything after was white noise. At this point, you weren’t going to fight it.

The yelling from before had subsided as well, only the occasional comment dripping with venom from the irate blond man. If he had calmed, it seemed like they had provided him an answer to his solution. [Good], you thought. If it went on any longer, he was going to be the cause of your migraine.

“Ma’am, I managed to book a hotel room with one of our partner companies. They have a room available for the night until you can get in your new flight tomorrow afternoon,” she explained, sounding more cheerful now than before, content that she’ll be able to move on to the next customer.

[Great]

“However,” she began. You lifted your head, making eye contact with the worker.

[Shit]

“As I explained you will be sharing a room with another customer.” Your mouth opened but nothing came out, making it an awkward staredown between you and the worker.

“Wha? When did you say this?” You finally raised your voice, clearly surprised at what you thought was new information.

“I explained it to you several minutes ago, Ma’am,” she said curtly. “You were probably distracted by the gentleman yelling at my coworker.” She gave you a thin, mocking smile as she tilted her head slightly. There was a layer of amusement in her expression.

“You expect me to share a room with a stranger?” Your blood was beginning to boil. Maybe the blond man had the right idea in yelling at their negligence. Biting the inside of your cheek, you waited for her to give you another answer.

“There is nothing else I can do for you, ma’am. This is the only available room they have left,” she elaborated. “It’s a busy season, and they were sold out. This was a room they had on hold in case of an emergency such as this one.” She didn’t move, telling you that she couldn’t do much beyond this. You felt like screaming, but the feeling died in your lungs to be replaced with a sigh.

“Alright,” you accepted the last resort. This was not the ideal situation you wanted to find yourself in but there wasn’t much you could do. “Do you have information on the person I’ll be sharing the room with?” It was important to know to prepare yourself mentally, praying that the person wasn’t a weirdo or creep.

“Ah yes,” she chirped, “the man standing over there.” She pointed to the blond man, now standing alone with a collective rage clear on his face and talking (yelling?) on the phone with someone several feet away. His friends must have gotten on the plane, leaving him behind. You choked on your spit at the revelation and fear for yourself. You were supposed to share a room with this harsh and serious man? When you whipped your head back to the attendant, she flashed you a gleeful smile, clearly finding this amusing. You bit your bottom lip to prevent you from saying something regretful and composed yourself once again.

“Is this a joke?”

“We are a serious business, ma’am. I would never joke.” You furrowed your brow and buried your face in your palm, trying to fight the tears building.

[Just one night.]

“When can I get to my hotel room?” You sighed and accepting ____________________________________________________________

At least the airline was thoughtful enough to get you separate taxis to your hotel. You hadn’t spoken to the man while you waited, choosing to keep your distance. You’d have to spend an unnecessary amount of time together to begin with. To you, there was no reason to add more to it. Thinking back at his reaction to his flight issue, he must be a grating person in other ways too, and you were not looking forward to it to say the least.

When a worker announced that one of the taxis arrived early, he stood up without a word and claimed it for himself. Though you weren’t a woman who expected men to be chivalrous just because you were a woman, there were still moments men acted gentlemanly and courteously. This man was not like that and didn’t look your way once. You were taken aback because you at least expected him to say, “I’m taking this one” like a decent person would. But there was nothing. Like you were not worth his time.

Ten minutes later, the second taxi arrived, and the driver assisted you with your luggage. The ride there was peaceful, making light conversation with the driver who was sympathetic with your situation. At least someone had empathy about all of this.

Upon arriving, you walked cautiously around the property until you found the front desk and welcomed by the chipper receptionists.

“Good evening,” one greeted warmly, leading you to her to help you. “How are you? Do you have a reservation?”

You explained to her your situation and immediately understood what process came next, making the check-in process quick and efficient. While she worked on your reservation, she explained that there was no need to worry about paying for meals or incidentals as the airline was covering all expenses. The only thing she asked for is an ID to confirm your identity. So far, the time spent getting here was positive, having a good taxi driver and hotel receptionist to calm your nerves.

“Here is your room key,” she slid you a small envelope with a card inside. “Just slide it and you’ll be let in. The other guest has a key of his own.” Oh, right. You had to share. There was an obvious dissatisfied look on your face and the receptionist gave you a sympathetic look. “I should say, we do have 24-hour security,” she added in quickly probably to reassure you and your safety. “Now, here is where you will be located.” She pulled out a map and gave a clear and straightforward direction to get to your room.

There was the temptation to be polite and knock, but this was your room too! And he was rude earlier! You don’t owe him anything! With a grumble, you reasoned that it was a shared space and there was no problem just walking in.

[What is he’s changing?] The thought flashed into your head, a panic bubbled, but you already pushed the door open. When the door swung open, you had anticipated a cliché scene where you encounter a handsome man stripping off his shirt, but for you, it was a handsome man resting on the bed with hard grimace seemingly permanent on his face, remoting in hand, looking at you.

“Do you lack basic manners that you can’t knock?” He insulted.

Flabbergasted, your mouth hung open before you huffed and piece together a sentence. “This is my room too.” You said under your breath. You carried your things in and threw them on the floor as the man’s eyes continued to linger and survey you as you did your best to avoid his stare. Awkwardly, you pretended to rummage for something through your luggage, to look preoccupied and distracted so he wouldn’t talk to you, but you could still feel him staring. 

There was not much you could do, so with a groan you zipped up your bag and stood and looked around the room, using that to avoid further talks. Upon inspection, you realized there was one bag, speeding across the room and looking through the other doors, expecting for there to be another room with a sofa sleeper or a twin bed or something. One single king bed?

“It seems you’ve caught on,” he spoke. “You lack observation skills,” he insulted, earning him a glare from you which he accepted with a sneer.

“There has to be some mistake,” you claimed, and he laughed.

“There is no mistake.” He leaned back and turned his attention to the tv and continued. “It was explained at the airport by those imbeciles.” His demeanor was considerably calm compared to what you saw at the airline, now replaced with an air of smugness and arrogance; it made you grumble in annoyance frustration. He furrowed his brows at you.

“Don’t tell me you agreed and came all the way here not know all of that?” You felt your face start to heat up at his rhetorical question; he hit the nail on the head. “Incredible. . .” he sighed, choosing to ignore you once again in favor of the tv. ___________________________________________________________

The rest of your evening was lackluster and uneventful. In your time, you had managed to learn the man was named Prosciutto and that he was from Italy. He gave no last name or anything about why he was traveling. Out of politeness, you gave him your first name only too, but he seemed to stop listening after that. Based on his behavior, he was not a man who enjoyed social interaction. He gave short, curt answers when you made small talk, earning yourself eye-rolls and glares from him. It worked your nerves and patience. How could a man like this actually exist?

You tried to bring up possible hobbies and movies, but he shut you down. At some point, he asked, “Do you ever shut up?” And it kept you quiet the rest of the night, clearly hurt.

As the sunset and stars appeared, he stepped out of the bathroom dressed rather handsomely you regretted to admit, you couldn’t help but stare. A nicely pressed suit, dark that it made his pale skin gleam when contrasted against the darker jacket [Maybe it was body glitter?]. Underneath he wore a royal blue, silk dress shirt both of which were opened considerably to expose his chest, his yellow pendant only drawing your attention to his chest. His hair was an immaculate as ever, similarly as your indirect airport encounter. His eyelashes were clearly coated with mascara, and it was obvious he used a subtle gloss to make his lips pop.

[I hate him]

“W-where are you going?” Curiously got the better of you, asking him with a clearly flushed face.

“Dinner. If the airline is paying for everything, I’m going to milk it for what it’s worth,” he said shamelessly. He checked himself in the mirror and fixed his cuffs before heading out, never offering an invitation. With a grumble, you decided to order room service. You were going to milk this off schedule trip too!

You watched tv alone, finally loosening up and relaxing, laughing freely at the movie you found surfing the television channels and enjoying a hearty dinner and a mouth-watering slice of chocolate mousse cake for dessert. As the night progressed, dread start to set in when it dawned on you that you’d have to share a bed with this man. What made everything worse is that your body was clearly attracted to him. He had good looks despite a shit personality. You groaned when you found yourself daydreaming about this man spooning you in our sleep while watching the movie. Despite your secret desire, you hoped he kept to himself until you parted ways.

Prosciutto has still not returned by the time you tucked yourself into bed, making it midnight. Initially, you were worried but tucked it away by concluding that he’s either 1. Enjoying his night out or 2. Found someone to spend the night with leaving you with a bed all our own aka enjoying his night out in another way. __________________________________________________________

A hiss and hushed curses brought you out of your sleep, half-dazed and eyes heavy. In your blurred vision, you watched as Prosciutto stagger as he removed his jacket and dress shirt, his posture and movements indicating he was a tad inebriated. You thought nothing of it, too tired to be aroused by his half-naked body, choosing to close your eyes upon realizing it was 3 am, shifting to make yourself comfortable again. You ignored Prosciutto when he threw himself on the bed, making our body jump from the rebound. You were about to turn and tell him off until you heard harsh snores from him. This man was insufferable, but you decided to be mature and waited until sleep was heavy enough to let you ignore it. It was successful. __________________________________________________________

A low moan next to your ear had been your morning alarm. First, you blinked, several times, waiting for your eyes to adjust and vision to sharpen. But your eyes shoot open and you awaken instantly both from the noise, hot breath on your ear and a warm body pressed against your back. Sometime in the night, Prosciutto had managed to snake his arms around your body, pulling you to him and putting you in a spooning position where you were the little spoon.

In your attempt to wiggle free, you felt it. You felt something poking your ass, and you let out a choked gasp. He was hard and pressed it against you, feeling him jerk his hips slightly for some friction. You freeze, stiff as a board, entire body burning and sweating. You pressed your lips together, tight, in an attempt to keep your whimpers from escaping. You knew you had to wake him, but you dreaded how’d he reacted. What if he got mad and took it out on you? You were in a rational state, but millions of thoughts and screams worked to distract you. In your frantic state, you felt him grind his hips against you, breathing an airy moan into your ear and sending a jolt of pleasure to your groin, making it pulsate.

[Oh My GOD!]

Foolishly, you tried to wiggle free again, hoping you could escape without him noticing, but he pulls you into a tighter embrace and near impossible to break free. For several minutes, you laid there, waiting for him to let you go, debating whether to pretend to sleep so he thinks you weren’t aware of what happened. It became increasingly difficult to ignore, finding his hand enveloping your breast giving it several gentle squeezes.

[This motherfucker is awake, isn’t he?] You felt a vein pop in your forehead and a growl rumbled in your throat, but you gasp when Prosciutto jerked his hips against you again. This time it was different. Before he did it inconsistently, but now he was grinding his morning wood against you frantically. You panicked and called his name, now jerking in his arms to get away from him.

“H-Hey! Prosciutto! W-Wake up!”

But things had ended quickly. A guttural groan left his lips followed by with a sigh, his hot breath making your core ache, his thrusts settling. You lay still, feeling violated and embarrassed, waiting for him to let you go when you hear him hiss “shit” and push you away hard, landing on the floor with a thump.

“Y-you damn bitch!” He stammered out, and you jumped to your feet and pointed to him, trembling with anger with the intention of giving him a piece of your mind. His face was beet red, sweat dripping down his face, hair disheveled. The resisted the urge to laugh when you noticed the way he shifted uncomfortably and awkwardly to his feet. He clearly came in his pants. Instead of harsh words, only fits of nervous giggled escaped, observing him as he shook with embarrassment. “You did this on purpose!” He accused.

You recoiled, giggles dying. You gapped at him and wagged your finger at him. “Don’t you dare try to pin this on me! You’re the one who was holding on to me! I’m the victim here! You obviously got off on the whole thing! You-you pervert!” You defended. Embarrassment was clearly marked on your face too but seeing him humiliated too was worth it all. Damn, jerk!

He bit his bottom lip, bringing emphasis to an overbite you hadn’t noticed before. You could tell he was at a loss for words, maybe he realized he was actually at fault? Without another word to you, he waddled to his suitcase and grabbed his suitcase and dragged it to the bathroom to clean himself off. It was only 6am, but you knew you couldn’t go back to sleep. This was too awkward. Your flight was not for another 6 hours, so all you could do is wait and absorb what had just occurred in silence. You thought of making some coffee, but you were in stupefied and inappropriately aroused state, staring at the ceiling was your only viable action.

An hour later, Prosciutto had stepped out of the bathroom, looking clean and fresh, tempting you to make a quip. From the way the tip of his ears was red, you can tell he was still embarrassed. He couldn’t look at you at all as he grabbed his suitcase tidy and organize it. Part of you felt bad, but you pushed any kind of developing guilt to the back of your mind. It wasn’t your fault after all. With nothing else to do and silence being too unsettling, you decided to shower yourself. Searching through your bag, you took out your toiletries and comfortable but fashionable clothing to wear on the plane. On your way to the bathroom, Prosciutto cough and cleared his throat grabbing your attention.

“I-I’m going to grab some breakfast and coffee, would you like anything?” His tone was apologetic and strangely pleasant. Admittingly, your heart skipped at his thoughtful question, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Shamefully, the wetness between your legs became more apparent.

“A-A cup of coffee with some cream and sugar would be nice,” you uttered meekly, finding yourself shy. He acknowledged you with a hum. He was still organizing his suitcase by the time you entered the shower. 

As you let the hot water caress your body, you let your hands slip to more intimate areas, using your left hand to massage and glide over your nipples, pinching them slightly and the other rub circles on your clit. In a short time, you felt dirty and stopped, chiding yourself for being indecent. You should be showering. Reaching for you little toiletry bag, you noticed the conditioner wasn’t in there, it must have fallen into your suitcase. Being very picky about the kind of hair care products you use, you step out the shower, grab the towel and use it to lazily over your body.

Having spent a moderate amount of time in the shower, you deduced Prosciutto had gone to get breakfast. In that time, you could quickly go and grab the conditioner bottle. Carefully, you step to the door and peek out, in case Prosciutto was still there when your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull. 

Your mouth dropped and went dry as you watched Prosciutto work and stoke his cock using a pair of (your?) panties in the process. He was resting his back against the headboard, his legs wide open to give himself better access. Watching him, the way he gritted his teeth and how clenched his eyes shut; how his head was thrown back, showing off his bobbing Adam’s apple and letting out a breathy but narrowly silent moan, enough that it could be concealed by the running of the shower. His entire look, his cock pulled out while still wearing his outfit? It was hot. Your core ached, demanding attention.

instinctively, you step out more to get a better look, making the door squeak and drawing his attention. You lock eyes, noticing the lust glazed over his eyes. His stare as hard and unyielding, this time no embarrassment was evident. Taking a breath and building courage, you walked to him, pulling your towel to better cover you and stood next to him.

He looked up at you, waiting on you to say or do something.

“S-scoot over,” you stammered, and he did without a word, allowing you to sit, your legs hanging off the edge. You hesitated when you reach over to wrap your hand around his length, unsure if that was what he wanted.

“G-go ahead,” he breathed, giving you his consent. You swallowed the saliva building in your mouth when your hands wrapped around his cocking, feeling him twitch. You curiously smooth your thumb over a distinct vein, causing him to thrust in your hand. You rubbed your legs together and lick your lips before continuing. As you worked up and down his cock, his precum dripped down and coated your fingers acting as a lubricating and making his easier to stimulate his cock. Lust quickly began to consume you, bringing your hand to your groin and rubbing circles over the towel for some pressure.

Noticing, Prosciutto moved further into the bed and directed you to lay on top entirely. As you sat next to him, he pulled the towel off of you, leaving yourself bare and exposed. He grabbed you by your thigh and pushed your legs open giving him full access to your sopping cunt. 

Following your example and listening to his primal instinct, he used two fingers to glide over your folds, your essences already coating his fingers when he had yet to even enter you. You rewarded him with a whimper. 

Before he entered a finger, he gave a considerable amount of attention to your clit and the sensitive nerves surrounding it. Every now and then, he would teasingly graze a finger over your cunt, making you whine and stop your own actions. Your breathing grew heavy as he rubbed and pressed on your sensitive bud when you embarrassingly squealed the more, he traced circles on you.

You felt like you were going to short circuit, using your mouth to cover each and every cry that wanted to escape. For the first time, Prosciutto called your name, so you turned and brought you into a sloppy, messy kiss while you simultaneously fucked each other with your fingers. 

Immediately, he pushed two fingers in, feeling your walls throb around him, pulling in and out of you and using his palm to put pressure against your sensitive bud. It was over for you when he curled his two fingers while knuckles deep, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout your body, coating his hand with your juices. You clung to him and trembled, impulsively clasping your legs shut while your road out your orgasm.

When you finally regulated your breathing, pulling back to look up at him. He looked into your eyes, relaxed and soft; he was much more handsome then he is with that scowl. His lips ghosted over yours whispering words of praise and pressing foreheads together.

“You looked so good, bella,” he whispered. “I want to know what other expressions and noises you can make.” He closed the distance and kissed you again, nibbling on your lip. In the moment, you went back to work him into his own orgasm, craving and needing to see him shoot strings of his cum onto your hand and hopefully his chest. You didn’t want to be the only one.

Pulling away from his kiss, you concentrated on your own hand movement, observing how the head of his cock turned redder by the second. He laughed at your concentrated look before hissing.

“Just a bit more, bella.” He jerked his upward, adding his own friction. With guidance, he wrapped his hand over yours, enveloping it. Your efforts were rewarded, your eyes remained transfixed as long white ribbons painted your hand and his exposed stomach and unfortunately his clothing.

You questioned whether you should, but you cuddled intimately against his body, hoping he wouldn’t push you away considering what had just occurred. Your stomach was doing flipflops registered you both have just done with complete strangers. Your heart beat faster and felt your backache from panic. You knew you shouldn’t be concerned with the opinion’s others held, but you dreaded the thought of Prosciutto thinking less of you.

After composing himself, he must have noted your panic and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead and calming you down.

“Bella, you did well,” he smirked at you, his overconfidence surfacing once more but quickly gave you a softer smile. There was silence between you, making your body tense, but he helped you relax. “I didn’t expect things to turn out like this.” He kissed your forehead again and then pecked your lips.

“I-It was fun.” You blushed and giggled. All the stress from the previous day seemed to vanish slowly.

“Admittedly, yesterday I was pissed because of the whole flight issue,” he confessed, rubbing soothing circles on your hip. He went on to tell you that he was on a business trip here and needed to get back home soon. He went on to apologize for being rude to you upon arrival, explaining he needed time to himself to calm himself.

He didn’t go into much detail, but the butterflies in your stomach only got worse. He was a much different man now than before. So much more appealing and charming. Calmer and …. domesticated? You couldn’t help but think of that one song with the lyrics “Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil” as he talked. You hide your laughs with coughs, Prosciutto rubbing your back soothingly until you were okay.

While you talked and shared, something caught your eye and watched as Prosciutto started to get hard again. Shamelessly, you licked your lips, staring as he pumped himself once more, giving you a show. He leaned and nipped at your ear and whispered in his sultry voice, “We still have several hours until our flight, amore. Perhaps we can use this time to relax and destress before our long flights?”

Smiling cheekily, you rub your legs together, feeling yourself quiver for something more filling then Prosciutto’s fingers, and nodding eagerly. Prosciutto chuckled, moving off to pull out a box of condoms, working off his clothes, leaving you both bare. You laid on your back as he caged you with his strong arms, making you feel weak and turned on.

“Bella, I can’t wait to see how pretty your face is when I fuck the brains out of you,” he growled, kissing your lips before getting started. It’s definitely going to be a well-needed treatment after all you went through yesterday.

[icollectyoursins]

Prosciutto x Homebody!Reader NSFW

Anon asked: "May I request some wholesome Prosciutto x homebody reader who doesn't go out much so they have a stay at home date? (Bonus if it includes nsfw then light bondage with reader tied to the bed + soft dom Pro and orgasm denial + praise kink) thank you so much 🥺"

During a dinner date at home, Prosciutto notices that you’re positively burning up and, being the excellent life partner he is, decides you need to rest in bed until you’re better. Or until you’re begging for him to let you cum, which ever comes first.

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WARNINGS: Vibrators, Prosciutto being an ass but like... hot? And kinda sweet? Helping your partner eat their food (not in a kinky way, more in he’s an ass kind of way patronizing almost. With lots of innuendoes), light praise kink, bondage, anal fingering, orgasm denial.

Word Count: 1400

     Prosciutto elegantly placed your plates on the table, ignoring your squirming. The smell of delicious food floods your nostrils, making your mouth water. You flicked your eyes up to him, smiling sweetly when he did the same. A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he looked over your body. Though you tried to stay still, you couldn’t help the small tremble that coursed through your body. 

     To anyone looking in from the outside, they would have thought you were cold. You two, of course, knew that was far from the truth. Nestled between your legs, humming against your most sensitive parts was a vibrator. A vibrator that he controlled from his phone. 

     “You seem to be enjoying yourself, (Y/N).” Hearing your name on his lips made a soothing warmth spread throughout your body. You hummed, twirling pasta around your fork.

     “It’s not very often my man makes me such a delicious dinner. I’m a little beside myself, Prosciutto.” You both laughed softly.

     “If you enjoy your dinner that much, wait for dessert.” His eyes narrowed in a way that made your heart jump. If this was just the first course in what he had planned for you tonight, then you were very excited for what happened after. What seemed like a million images of him pleasing you floated through your head, making you all the more desperate to finish eating.

     You took your first bite and god, it was delicious. Prosciutto had outdone himself. You would need to ask for dates like these more often. Or maybe just for him to cook for you more. Since you were the one spending most of your time at home, it was agreed that you would do a large portion of the housework during the days he was away and he would come home with flowers every weekend or new clothes that he would make you model for him.

     He also had chores to do when he was home, but it was mostly handy stuff like fixing the sink, the washing machine, putting in new light bulbs, etc. Because he was away so often, most of his time was spent with you in his arms on the couch, making up for all the kisses he should have given you. Though, there were a few instances where you pretended things were broken again just to see him take off his jacket, roll up his sleeves and flex his muscles while trying to figure out the problem. He caught on pretty quick, but hey! If it lead to sex later and a smile on your face, he’d pretend to fix things all you wanted.

     Moments pass with the vibrator still on a low buzz. You start to wonder if he forgot or if he was just trying to be nice while you ate. Idle conversation about your days was made to keep the silence at bay until you had come close to finishing your plate. There were only a few forkfuls left when the buzz got stronger, making you moan out of shock. 

     “Problem, baby?” He purrs, knowing full well that there was indeed a problem. You weren’t stretched open over his girthy cock. That was the problem.

     “No, dear. Why would there be a problem?” You teased, obviously lying.

     “Good,” Prosciutto said, scooping up the last of his pasta into his mouth before getting up to clean the plate.

     Just as you were about to put a rather large mound into your mouth, the vibrator shot up in intensity again, eyes growing wide as you moaned again. This time, your hips bucked into the air of their own accord. You looked over to him, just to see what he was doing. His back covered most of his movements, you couldn’t tell if he was playing around with the settings on his phone or-

     “AaAah!~” You practically shrieked as the vibrator changed its pattern from a single pace to one that flicked on and off at a quick tempo.

     “Oh, (Y/N).” Suddenly, Prosciutto was beside you, humming your name while brushing his finger along your cheek. “Can’t finish your dinner?” You silently cursed him for being such a coy asshole. The back of his hand rested against your forehead. “Hm. Your face is rather hot, are you sure you’re okay?”

     You struggled to speak without moaning, but eventually, you were able to spit out his name through gritted teeth. A chair is pulled up beside you and his hand begins to rub your back softly.

     “Here, let me help you.” He takes the fork from your hand. “Trying to fit so much in your mouth while you’re like this? Tch. You should know better than to bite off more than you can chew.” You roll your eyes while he gathers the ‘correct’ amount of pasta, bringing it up to your lips. “Open. Good, that’s it. So good for me.”

     You groan in annoyance, finishing the bite before talking. “Stop making this hot.” Prosciutto laughs, leaning into your neck, breath tickling your skin.

     “Do you want to get right to dessert, (Y/N)?”

     “Please,” you huffed, bringing your hand to his thigh, slowly trailing it up to the bulge in his pants. 

     Without another word, he lifts you out of the chair, tossing you over his shoulder and making his way to the bedroom. You couldn’t help the warmth that pooled over you whenever he made you feel so weightless. All you wanted him to do was spear you on his cock while pinning you to the wall. One of his hands drifted up your thigh, squeezing your ass cheek, making you moan, headily, dazed from your lust-idled mind. 

     You were set down onto the middle of the bed, clothes quickly discarded to a pile in the corner. Prosciutto cages you underneath him, kissing a trail from your lips, down your neck right to the tips of your fingers, then, he attaches the first strap to your wrist. You can’t help but moan and squirm under him as he repeats the same action to the other hand. It was time for your legs now. The anticipation made you squirm, gently bucking up into him.

     “Patience, (Y/N). You’ll get what you want.” He leaves another trail from your sternum down to your knee, extra careful to not touch your aching genitals in any way. He bends your legs, teasing you as much as he can. You moan and keen under his touch, so close to your release. “Oh, right. Don’t move.” 

     With a chuckle, he gets up, walking back to the kitchen where he left his phone. He returns promptly, standing in the doorway with a prideful look on his face. As if you hadn’t been through enough, he turns up the vibrator again. You cry out, hips lifting up off the bed, then he turns it off. 

     “Prosciutto, p-please.”

     “Please, what?” Prosciutto pulls out the rope from under the bed. 

     He slowly crawls back onto the bed, taking his place between your legs again. Carefully, he ties the rope around the middle of your shin and thigh, leaving you immobile. Once he’s done both legs, he pulls a bottle of lube out of his pockets and squirting some onto his fingers. Fucking men’s pockets. You didn’t get the chance to think of a follow-up. His fingers were already on your aching hole, massaging your back door.

     “Ugh, just fuck meee.” You whine. The first finger is slipped in and you cried out again. Slowly, he finger fucked in and out of you, dragging against your walls at an agonizing pace. A second digit was added, then a third, stretching you open. “P-pleaaasee. I -uhnn~ I’m so close.”

     Prosciutto simply hums, continuing the slow pace while your cries get louder and louder. Soon, you’re writhing under him, eyes rolling back into your head. You arch your back off the bed, a telltale sign that you were just one push away. Your practically screamed out release was cut short by his fingers retreating, leaving you so, so empty. 

     Coming down from the shock, you realized you were crying. You hated that he could make you such a mess like this. But then that first finger was back at your ass again and you melted, begging him over and over again to wreck you; leave you limping in the morning. He chuckles, kissing your inner thigh.

     “Not yet, darling. Not. Yet.”

[moody-blues-requiem]

Dullahan of the Opera (afab reader x Dullahan!Prosciutto)

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First up is the winner of the poll in a 3:1 victory, Dullahan Prosciutto! 

Fic is n/s/f/w, mild warning for semi-public sex. 

Enjoy!

Deep in the heart of Venizia and dressed to the nines on a temperate October evening, Prosciutto clasped your delicately gloved hand to his side as he guided you carefully along a narrow sidewalk. You were blindfolded, eyes hidden behind black silk, matching the simple, open-backed gown and elbow-length gloves you wore. Walking blindfolded in heels was a feat in itself, but one you managed with grace. You hoped Prosciutto wouldn’t be too distracted with guiding you to notice your impressive performance. Before he had put the blindfold on you, you’d gotten to see him in a different suit than his usual patterned one; rich black with gilded details, and of course, his usual pendant dangling from his neck. 

When asked why a blindfold, you were told to trust him. When asked where you were going, you were told to trust him. You trusted Prosciutto with your past, present, and future, but that didn’t stop you from playfully pouting at your lover. “Can I get a hint, at least?”

“Alright,” he said. “You’re wearing the blindfold because I want to surprise you with where we’re going.”

Even without your sight, you could feel the smug aura practically radiating from him. 

The sounds of the city around you changed as you approached your destination. You hear more voices, softly murmuring and mingling together, indicating a crowd of people. The light shifted just a touch warmer, you were approaching somewhere bright. Soft music played from some unseen source. Where…

Prosciutto placed his hands on your hips, stopping you from going any further. Sturdy fingers removed the blindfold over your head, carefully brushing your hair back into place after. The sudden light took a moment to adjust to, but once you could see you immediately recognized the building before. Tall and grey, with beautiful stone pillars, statues, and decorated with colorful flags. A sculpture of a bird adorned the entryway sign, but you didn’t need to read it to know where you were. One of the most famous opera houses in all of Italy, Il Teatro La Fenice. Prosciutto flashed two tickets in your direction, with a sly smile. “Private opera box,” he said. “Just for us.” 

It was rare for Prosciutto to splurge like this, but when he did, he went all out. Waiting for you in your private seating was a chilled wine that you knew had to cost at least half a job for him. Was it wrong to enjoy such finery at the cost of blood money? Maybe. Were you going to indulge yourself anyways? Absolutely. 

The show opened with a beautiful duet piece sung by a couple, a young woman and a slightly older gentleman. Something about restrained love-- even as a fluent Italian speaker, the way they sang could make the words difficult to understand, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. The passion in their voice spoke (or rather, sang) for them. The wine was delicious, the music beautiful, and your lover had his hand protectively on your thigh the whole time. Even alone in the opera box, he liked asserting a subtle dominance over you. 

It was a bit less subtle when, out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Prosciutto begin to nod off, but when you looked, his head was off his shoulders completely. 

You knew he was a dullahan. He’d taken his head off in front of you countless times. You’d never adjust perfectly to the sight of his stump neck, glistening red with blood that didn’t flow like the blood in your body. He’d explained that it was perfectly natural for his species of fae to be able to remove and reattach their head at will, and no, it didn’t hurt. He could still talk, and even eat with a detached head and the food would still make it to his stomach. “Fae magic, I don’t know”, he said, as if that were a perfectly good explanation. “Why is that harder to believe than a detachable head?” 

The blonde passed his head from one hand to the other, delicately placing it in your lap. You tore your eyes away from the singer on stage to look down, met with the sight of a smirking Prosciutto. “You *did* get my text about what to wear, didn’t you? Or more specifically, what not to wear?”

You… had an idea of where this was going. Prosciutto had asked you to forgo your panties for the evening, though you assumed that would be for when you got home, or maybe the car ride… and a while back, months ago, he’d asked your thoughts on sex in public. 

“Not just out in the open, no,” you’d said. “Maybe something more private, where we could get caught but probably won’t… I think I could do that.”

And then he just… never acted on it. So you forgot. Until now, of course, as he looked up at you with a fire in his eyes. “Pull up your dress, love. Let me see.” 

You kept Prosciutto balanced expertly in your lap while you maneuvered the dress up over your knees, the slit over the left leg making it easier to pull the material back and expose yourself. The thought of anyone other than Prosciutto seeing you like this made your cheeks flush a deep pink, which only darkened as Prosciutto spoke again. “Show me, [y/n]. I’m afraid you’ll have to hold me, my hands are a bit occupied.”

Careful not to mess up Prosciutto’s hair, you held his head back and spread your legs, giving him a nice view of you. You’d shaved everything, just as he liked. Already the thought of being so impure with your boyfriend, here of all places, had you glistening wet with excitement. You turned your head just a bit to glance over at Prosciutto’s body, and nearly dropped the man’s head when you saw his cock out, flushed a deep red and leaking precum, hard and desperate for attention. 

“Careful!” Prosciutto hissed. “But I could see just how you responded to that…. You got even wetter, didn’t you, naughty little girl? Give me a taste, before I let you play.” 

You brought his head in close, enveloping him between warm thighs and the scent of your desperation, earning an aroused growl from Prosciutto’s clenched teeth before he dove in with his tongue. For as prim and proper as he was in other respects, there was absolutely no decorum when it came to eating you out; he went at you like a man starved. Lapping at you with feverish strokes, fucking you with his tongue, letting the end of his nose rub over your clit just to heighten your sensations farther. Your hips bucked and rolled against his severed head, but he was kept firmly in place by your clenching thighs. 

When you felt your thighs growing shaky, Prosciutto growled. “Enough,” he said, between gasps for air. “Set me on the table, where I can see my body. I want you to fuck yourself with my cock, darling. Don’t stop until you cum on me, but if you dirty that suit one bit the dry-cleaning bill is on you.”

Prosciutto’s eyes were practically glued to your body as you, pulling up your dress a bit to give him an even better view, slid yourself down onto his waiting cock. Prosciutto groaned, the combination of your wet walls surrounding him with the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight hole was incredible. You groaned as his length slid perfectly inside of you, as if you were made to take him. Prosciutto regularly reminded you that you were. 

“Move,” he commanded, barely audible over the voice of the opera lead beginning an emotional solo piece. “Fuck yourself on me, amore, go…”

You wasted no time, swirling your hips over his lap before setting a slow pace up and down, bouncing, feeling his length push just a bit further with every thrust. His hands grasped your hip bones like handles, commanding you to go deeper and faster. You tilted your head down to nip at his collarbones, both to tease your boyfriend and to help silence your desperate little sounds. The opera singer’s voice dominated the large auditorium, but you didn’t want your own little solo to accompany hers. 

You found your hips moving in pace with the song, a ballad fiery with passion and… maybe anger, you weren’t exactly paying attention, but the tempo and feeling of the song compelled you to move faster and faster, moan a little louder, clench a little harder around Prosciutto’s cock… The man’s head was biting his lower lip, blue eyes blown wide with lust. “Fuck, amore, I’m close,” he whispered. “Keep going. I want to feel you cum, I want-- I *need* to fill you up.”

“Prosciutto, please!” you gasped. You could feel your end approaching as the song reached its’ fervent peak. “Please please please--”

Prosciutto growled, wilder and more unrestrained than you’d seen him before. His manicured nails were digging into the skin of your hips. “Cum for me, amore, now!” 

You fell apart at his command. Stars danced in your vision, the song faded in and out of your ears, masked by the waves of pleasure overtaking your whole body. Distantly you could feel something thick and warm filling you up, Prosciutto’s cock pumping into you, his hands pulling you in close. You were sweaty, disheveled, but you didn’t care. Let those fancy opera-goers see who gave you pleasure unmatched. Let them see the inevitable stain on Prosciutto’s suit (oops). The body beneath you leaned over, grabbing Prosciutto’s head and returning it to his shoulders before the man leaned in for a kiss, ruling his fingers through your now-messy hair. 

“That was incredible, Pros,” you whispered against his lips. “Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine, dear. And besides,” he looked over your shoulder, just in time to see the woman on stage bow at the crowd’s thunderous applause. “We still have two acts left.”

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[dokidoki-tae]

Prosciutto and 49

49. “Take off your shirt.”

Betting among members was not uncommon. In fact, it happened weekly when someone was feeling particularly bored or needed some extra cash. Sometimes the bets involved money and other times it involved harmless favors. You still remember when Illuso and Formaggio placed bets on a soccer match, and it ended with Formaggio winning and Illuso having to do Formaggio’s house chores for a month.

So when you found yourself making a bet with Prosciutto when he joined you to watch a trivia show, shouting out answers and guesses as the show went on. You thought nothing of it. At first, Prosciutto interjected and proposed you go against each other, the loser has to do whatever the winner says, you rejected him. You wanted to watch the show in peace, but each time you heard him chuckle when you guessed wrong, you snapped.

“What’s so funny?! You think you can do any better?” You snapped. “You mentioned a bet earlier, you still wanna go?” You were confident. Prosciutto always overestimated his knowledge and intelligence, and you’ve seen it thrown back at his face by Capo. The show involved a lot of pop culture, and you had a gut feeling Prosciutto knew nothing about that kind of stuff. 

You held out your hand to shake and make your bet “official,” his cocky smirk only got you more heated. You were confident you could win and planned on making Prosciutto do humiliating things to get back at him for being an arrogant bastard. 

“Whoever guesses the most right, wins. Easy enough for you to understand, aniki?” You said, mockingly. He sneered and threw his head back from laughter. There were no further comments from him, only confidence and correct answers. Every last one of them. And by the end, you had been left stupified, shocked, and furious. It didn’t help when he got up and looked down on you, giving you your first order as the loser. 

“I want you in my room tomorrow morning at 6:00am. Understand?” You made no comment, only glared until he tucked his finger under your chin, allowing him to get a better look at your enraged face, and it only made him grin wider. “Have you suddenly gone deaf or mute? I asked if you understand?” He taunted. Nodding wasn’t enough for him. “Use your words, amore.” 

“Understood.” You finally said bitterly. Without another word from him, he traced a finger over your cheek and walked off. You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was smirking.

As mentioned, making bets was not uncommon and essentially harmless. Going into it, you thought Prosciutto was going to make you do or wear something embarrassing. Last time you lost a bet, Ghiaccio made you dress like a snowman while washing the dishes. It was all in good fun, but the laughter and pictures got on the loser’s nerves. Even waking up at 6am and going to Prosciutto’s room didn’t strike you as odd. 

That’s why when he tossed you a small bad with revealing lingerie in your size, you became aware of just what exactly he wanted. Hesitantly, you looked inside the bag and at him sitting back against his headboard expecting a show from you.

You felt yourself break out into a cold sweat broke, unsure of what to do. Looking at Prosciutto with pleading eyes, you waited for him to say this was his way of making a joke, but he said nothing. His face was unreadable as he waited and stared. 

When you pulled out the lingerie, dropping the bag, you noted the way his eyes widened slightly before going back to normal. You held it out and examined.  It was sheer; there was no doubt it would leave you exposed. 

“Prosciutto, wha-” 

“Take off your shirt. Take everything off and put it on what’s in the bag. You’ve already made me wait,” he took a look at his watch, “20 minutes with your dawdling. Did you forget how bets worked?” He spoke sharply.

“N-no. I-It’s just this isn’t how we do bets,” You stammered timidly. In an instant, you have lost your nerves and boldness.

“We don’t have any rules about bets,” he reminded, “just because no one else has done this, doesn’t mean it’s off the table. Now, shut up and put it on!” He commanded. 

You felt his piercing gaze as you slowly lifted your top, already exposing yourself to him. You trembled, feeling anxious about the whole ordeal. You thought to yourself that you could simply just walk away, the bet was even formal, you reasoned. But your pride got in the way. Slowing the lump in your throat, the next thing that fell was your pajama pants along with your underwear. You didn’t want to draw this put longer than needed, refusing to give Prosciutto the ‘show’ he wanted.

You quickly began to maneuver around the interact lace and harnesses attached to the fabric. It was unrefined, but Prosciutto said nothing. You glanced over at him and felt your stomach heave when you saw the obvious erection he didn’t attempt to hide. Instead, he chose to spread his legs wider, to give you a better look.

When you were ‘dressed,’ you stood still, wrapping your arms around you in an attempt to keep your dignity until Prosciutto curled his finger and motioned you to come to him. You took a step and paused, took a deep breath to steady your heart before moving closer until you were by his side.

His fingers linger over your body; he didn’t touch you but you could feel the heat radiating off of him, but it didn’t last long when he finally had a firm grip on your hip, using his strength to pull you on him. 

The thin fabric of your panties didn’t work in your favor when you straddled him and rubbed up against his erection. You might as well not be wearing anything, choking back a groan when he purposefully moved his hips to graze your sensitive groin.

“Now,” he began, running his hands against your body, “Let’s make this bet more interesting.”

[sundays-sims]

[ s o f a  &  c o f f e e . . . ]

** EDIT ** 

Ok, you guys! I was just minding my own business today, decorating a room & stumbled across these 3 items of mine in game... Pheeeew, I can see I came a long way. Instead of being absolutely embarrassed by the original meshes, I will embrace the process & my evolution, haha! Anyway, not that they were the best to begin with, but I know they got worse after an update and I never fixed them... Until today! (the past 2 days tbh, I didn’t expect to put that much time into this, but hey). So here they are, conversion set #1 revisited. Still not perfect (but what is, right?), just a bit better than before. 

            -> if you would like to support me, you can do so by buying me a KO-FI here: [X] <-

d o n w l o a d   d e t a i l s : 

  -> includes 3 meshes, all 3 are 3D model conversions.

prosciutto sofa

wood & concrete coffee table

padova bistro chair

d o w n l o a d   l i n k : [X]    mediafire, no ads.   

** If you already had these items, I kept the packages names the same, so they will overwrite the old ones, without you having doubles **

** Sofa is around 30k poly, it isn’t suuuperrr high, but be mindful of that if polycount slows your game**

** Feel free to recolor, convert to other sims games or include in your builds! I downloaded these models for FREE & I am not the original mesh creator, so if you recolor or convert make sure it stays free! **

[kirieshhhka003]

can i have nsfw alphabet for prosciutto if thats fine 😗👉👈

Thank you for your request, my lovely anon💚

Note: in all NSFW alphabets I describe how this character acts during sex with different partners, NOT with someone they love

Warnings: NSFW

Prosciutto NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Prosciutto is very attentive lover, even though he doesn’t want to look like that. He cares about partner’s well-being and does everything he can to make them feel comfortable

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lips is the body part that attracts Prosciutto the most. He prefers them to be plump and soft, maybe with some bright red lipstick or lip gloss. On himself Prosciutto doesn’t have any particular body part that he likes the most, he spends a lot of time in gym and his whole body looks great

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He produces pretty small amount of sperm, it’s very thick and salty. Prosciutto’s favorite places to cum are partner’s face, mouth or inside of them

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The whole La Squadra decided to spend an evening at their favorite restaurant, to take their minds off of the work. Everyone was drunk and Prosciutto decided to go outside the restaurant for a smoke. When he was finishing his cigarette Formaggio joined him and they spent about half an hour talking about everything and nothing. One moment they both got silent and just stared at each other. The next second Formaggio was pressing Prosciutto into the wall and massaging his ass while blonde was unbuttoning his shirt. They heard someone’s loud steps and Ghiaccio’s angered voice berating those two for missing for that long. They let each other go and acted like nothing happened

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think that Prosciutto is in his late 20’s and, of course, he’s experienced. He’s an attractive man, lots of women and men dream about night with blonde. He definitely knows what he’s doing and what he should do to make partner squirm and tremble from overstimulation beneath him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Nothing too weird, his favorite positions are doggy, cowgirl, missionary and 69. But if partner wants to try something new, Prosciutto doesn’t mind helping them out with that

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Prosciutto is not a big fan of jokes or puns during such an intim moments. He may comment on something to make partner relax and feel more comfortable, but prefers to hear their moans, not a “hilarious” joke their friend told yesterday

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s always clean-shaved down there, and expect the same from his partner. Some interesting intim haircut may work for him, but he prefers no hair. Prosciutto is a blonde, so hair on his whole body is also blonde

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Prosciutto is a passionate lover, but is also very caring. He won’t ever lose his head and hurt his partner in a heat of the moment. Blonde loves to touch, stroke, rub their body almost lovingly, it brings him joy to please somebody

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jacks off often, he just doesn’t need it. If Prosciutto feels need in someone’s closeness he just orders some hookers that help him out with his little “problem”. But there are moments when he gets bored at home and masturbation is a great way to busy yourself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Prosciutto’s kinks include: BDSM, domination over him, degrading, face slapping, role play, bondage, anal sex, fingering, blindfold sex and temperature play

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He feels most comfortable somewhere secure, in a place like a hotel room or his house, but he never invites partners to his home. He may even go for outdoor sex, but only if he knows that nobody gonna catch them doing the do

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Prosciutto is bisexual, but mostly prefers women or feminine guys. He has a thing for plump lips and thick thighs. If partner have both - blonde is all for them with a tent in his pants

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Everything related to human body liquids like blood or water sports and including food to sex. Prosciutto doesn’t understand why woul someone eat while fucking? Eating from someone’s body sounds gross to him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving over giving, but loves when female partners sit on his face while jacking him off. But even though Prosciutto likes penetrative sex more, than oral

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace changes depending on how close he and his partner are to orgasming. When he reaches his high during sex his thrusts from slow and sensual change to fast a rough. He becomes a little bit harsher, biting on partner’s neck, leaving marks and hickeys and then gently kisses and licks all the bruises he left

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are good way to blow off steam after or before hard mission, quick blow job or short fuck helps to clear up thoughts. Prosciutto prefers to take his time in a bedroom, but sometimes quickies are real blessing and give him powers to live this hard day

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Prosciutto has tried out a lot of things and it’s pretty hard to impress him with something. He’s up to almost every idea or kink his partner have and gladly discovers something new

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually Prosciutto lasts for three rounds 10-15 minutes each, but it really depends on his partner, blonde can go for the whole night if they want him to

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Prosciutto has a pair of handcuffs, flopper, gag and ton of bondage stuff like ropes and belts. Blonde has a whole collection of lubes, they’re all different color and smell, with cooling effect, some contain aphrodisiac and some are even with fritter

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Blonde doesn’t like to tease his partners, but he loves when they do that to him. Prosciutto loves to feel dominated, to feel like he has no right to choose what to do with his own body. Partner may edge him how hours - it’ll only bring painfully sweet pleasure to blonde male

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Prosciutto is quiet most of the time, bud he gets louder and louder as he reaches his orgasm. Blonde let’s out quiet growls and moans but most of the time his mouth is busy kissing and marking partner’s body and whispered something dirty into their ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Prosciutto loves to kiss, for him it’s even better than sex at some point. He’s great at it and definitely knows what he does, his kisses are passionate and sloppy, blonde loves to hear quiet smacking sounds and partner’s soft moans. Prosciutto gets goosebumps from the feeling of soft lips right next to his, from the sweet taste of partner’s lipstick on his tongue

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Blonde is about 6 inches when fully hard, his cock is more on a thinner side, not very veiny, not curved. The tip is very pink, the same size as a shaft and super sensual

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is normal for his age. Prosciutto is not a teenager in his puberty, he knows how to control his libido and doesn’t walk aroun with boner only because someone attractive winked at him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Prosciutto doesn’t like to sleep after sex, he prefers to spend this sweet time smoking, cuddling and kissing with his partner. Usually it ends up with new sex session, but it’s a whole different story~

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[moody-blues-requiem]

How would La Squadra (including Sorbet&Gelato) react if their s/o is affected by an enemy stand whose ability is basically an aphrodisiac? Like they become really horny in the middle of a mission and s/o is usually pretty quiet and composed?

If it’s a critical, time-sensitive mission, the boys would put their work first. It’s their lives, literally— messing up on a mission can be fatal. However, assuming that they’ve got some time to kill….

(n/s/f/w under the cut! nothing horribly explicit but it’s still n/s/f/w)

Risotto doesn’t mind that you want to pass the time this way, hell, he’d love to as well— but you’re coming on a lot stronger than usual, something about it just feels so unlike you. He’s smart, and the way you dodge his questions tells him that you were either drugged or hit by a stand. But as long as he’s got the time, that won’t stop him from helping you through the effects of the aphrodisiac. 

Prosciutto’s cheeks burn red, rarely were you so forward! You and him tended to play coy around one another, hinting back and forth at how you were going to ravage each other in the bedroom. But now… well, if there’s an empty room to hide in and free time to spare, why not indulge in a nice blowjob, and maybe more?

Ghiaccio gets kind of cranky about it, at first. “JEEZ, [y/n], what the hell is up with you?! You really want this NOW? MY DICK ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE—-” but you cut him off with a harsh bite to the sensitive spot on his neck and start palming him through his pants, and you can feel that he’s already half-hard. He falls apart pretty quickly beneath your touch, loudly telling you to give him more, more, more. 

Melone thinks he’s dreaming. Then he thinks that this you is a fake, replaced by a stand to trick and distract him. But no, it’s you, the real you… but something definitely isn’t natural here. Honestly he’s a fucking weirdo and could probably taste your slick and be like “yep, this is a stand-induced aphrodisiac. Should wear off in a few hours. Might as well make the best of it while I’ve got the time.” You two bang, then and there. 

Formaggio’s big into public/semi-public sex, so you suddenly being so forward with him while he’s on a mission is a pretty big turn-on. He’s a little worried, he knows this isn’t like you and figures it’s a stand’s doing, but if making you horny was all it did, what’s the harm in having a little fun? He can always shrink and trap his target if they arrive, buying him more time with you. 

Pesci is caught totally off guard, blushing and stammering as you lean in, whispering such naughty things in his ear. He’s worried about getting distracted and missing his target, worried about getting yelled at by Prosciutto, worried about disappointing his teammates… so he ties you up with Beach Boy, touching and fingering you to keep you sated. He refuses to let himself fail this mission, but he won’t let himself fail you, either. 

Illuso drags you into the mirror world to take care of your “problem” immediately (he’s also a horny bastard). Being so attuned to his mirror realm, he’s able to simultaneously focus on you and monitor things going on in the outside world around him. He’s probably trained his stand to alert him to target sightings and such, so until MITM squawks, all his time is spent lavishing you. 

Sorbet and Gelato are like, horny incarnate. So if you can one-up them when it comes to wanting to fuck, they know it’s pretty damn serious. But god damn, are they teases, they’ll take turns edging you until they can eliminate the target successfully, and both fuck you while celebrating another successful kill.

[rattopoikakinkku]

Anyway.

I made this blog so I wouldn't clog my main. My current hyperfixation is jjba pt 5 minor villains, specifically Prosciutto, Risotto, Cioccolata and Secco. I talk abt them here probably.

I have looots of headcanons for the characters and most of them come from a long RP/s I have with my gf. I write fics about those RPs, occasionally, and I might publish them some day. I also ship canon characters with my gf's OC, and might ship them with my own OC if I create one, too. I might add info abt headcanons, RP plotlines and OC's sometimes, who knows. I'm here to have fun lol. I'll tag RP stuff 'rpverse'.

Here’s an intro to the RPverse!

I ship La Squadra as a polycule, but outside of our OC ships, my fav ships are Prosciutto/Risotto, Cioccolata/Secco, and some Cioccolata/Prosciutto.

Btw I might say n//s//f//w shit every once in a while, so don't follow me if you're a minor ✌🏽✌🏽

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🌟 Abbacchiosbelt Masterlist 2020 - Part I 🌟

An updated masterlist of all my works on this blog. Hopefully, I didn’t miss anything! I had to repost this because apparently, Tumblr has a limit on links... Anyways, please enjoy! ♥

Part II!

All Writing 📝

AO3 Archive [A majority of my works on AO3 have been archived on this blog, though not all of them are. If you’d like to check out my AO3, here’s the link!]

BY CHARACTER [Fics, Headcanons, Ask Prompt Responses]

Part 1 - Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

George Joestar 1st

Part 2 - Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Kars

Lisa Lisa

Wamuu

Esidisi

Santana

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

Avdol

Dio Brando

Noriaki Kakyoin

Part 4 - Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan Kishibe

Jotaro Kujo

Yoshikage Kira

Mikitaka

Tomoko Higashikata

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijumura

Yukako Yamagishi

Part 5 - Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno’s Gang

Bruno Buccellati

Leone Abbacchio

Giorno Giovanna

Guido Mista

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

La Squadra

Risotto Nero

Prosciutto

Melone

Ghiaccio

Pesci

Illuso

Formaggio

Sorbet

Gelato

Unita Special

Squalo

Tiziano

Cioccolata

Secco

Diavolo

Doppio

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Part 7 - Steel Ball Run 🏇

Johhny Joestar

Diego Brando

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Part 8 - Jojolion ⚓

Josuke Higashikata 8 (Gappy)

Yasuho Hirose

Confession Session ❤️

Phantom Blood ☀️

Jonathan Joestar

Speedwagon

Erina Pendleton

William Zeppeli

Battle Tendency 🧣

Joseph Joestar

Caesar Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Kars

Esidisi

Wamuu

Santana

The Pillarmen

Stardust Crusaders 🔪

Polnareff

DIO

Avdol

Daniel D’arby

Terence / Telence D’arby

Mariah Confession

Vanilla Ice

N’Doul

Hol Horse

The World

Star Platinum

Silver Chariot

Hierophant Green

Magician’s Red

Diamond Is Unbreakable 💎

Rohan

Jotaro

Josuke

Okuyasu

Tomoko

Mikitaka

Yoshikage Kira

Killer Queen

Vento Aureo 🐞

Bruno

Sticky Fingers

Abbacchio

Moody Blues

Narancia

Giorno

Gold Experience

Mista

Sex Pistols

Fugo

Purple Haze

Trish

Bucci Gang / Bruno’s Gang

La Squadra

Melone

Prosciutto

Risotto

Illuso

Pesci

Doppio

Diavolo

King Crimson

Cioccolata

Secco

Squalo & Tiziano

Part 6 - Stone Ocean 🕸️

Jolyne Kujo

Hermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Weather Report

Narciso Anasui

Steel Ball Run 🏇

Diego Brando

Johnny Joestar

Gyro Zeppeli

Hot Pants

Funny Valentine

Jojolion ⚓

Gappy (Josuke Higashikata 8)

Yasuho Hirose

Jobin Higashikata

WRITING PROMPTS & OTHER🖋️

Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Ask Prompt

Yandere Prompt

JJBA Headcanons

Mini Fic Headcanons

Fluff

Not SFW

Valentine’s Day 2020

Monster AU

General AUs

COMMISSIONED WORKS 🌻

Unwrap Me, Baby | Joseph x F!Reader [NSFW]

Portraits of Home | Family AU - Jonathan, OC Elisa Joestar, and Dio [SFW]

Still Breathing | Cioccolata x F!Reader ! Please read the tags ! [NSFW]

Your Hand In Mine | Kira x F!Reader [NSFW]

See You Again | Prosciutto x F!Reader (Shae ☻) [NSFW]

Stay And Love Me | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Easy To Please | Joseph (Part 3) x F!Reader [NSFW]

Sweet Spot | OC x Risotto [NSFW]

Happy To Say | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Lights Out | Mista x Reader [NSFW[

In Care Of | Proscitutto x F!Reader x Risotto [NSFW]

JJBA FIC MASTERLIST 💌

Give In | Dio Brando x M!Reader [NSFW]

Paradise Isn’t Far | Guido Mista x F!Reader [NSFW]

Stolen | Diavolo!Bruno x F!Reader [NSFW]

Always Forever | Bruno x F!Reader x Abbacchio [NSFW]

Hold My Love | Diavolo x Doppio [NSFW]

Disregard | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Anything For You | Prosciutto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Just Like That | Prosciutto x F!Reader x Melone  [NSFW]

Full | Risotto x F!Reader [NSFW]

Need | Risotto Nero (Solo, F!Reader S/O) [NSFW]

Drift to Me | Jotaro Kujo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Reckless | Tiziano x F!Reader x Squalo [NSFW]

Purple Breeze | Merman AU w/Jotaro & Star Platinum [SFW]

Violent Intimacy | Cioccolata x F!Reader x Secco [NSFW]

Unfinished Business | La Squadra and Cioccolata [NSFW]

Human Nature | Mikitaka x Reader [SFW]

Amore Carino | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

When I’m With You | Jotaro x Reader [SFW]

Moonlight | Abbacchio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Show Off | Prosciutto x F!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato [NSFW]

Lovely Beings | Kars x Reader [NSFW]

I Want It All | Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Feels Right | Abbacchio x Reader [SFW]

Bomb Pop | Polpo x Reader [NSFW]

Process | Melone & GN!Reader [SFW]

Lucky You | Bruno x GN!Reader [SUGGESTIVE]

Midnight Snack | Gyro x GN!Reader x Johnny [SFW]

Ride With Us | Gyro x F!Reader x Johnny [NSFW]

Hold That Pose | Jonathan x F!Reader x Dio [NSFW]

Try | Guido Mista x GN!Reader [NSFW]

As We Believed | Merman!Risotto Nero x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Say You Will | Siren!Abbacchio x GN! Reader [NSFW]

Morning Surprise | Johnny x F!Reader x Gyro [SFW]

Tomorrow Is Safe | Naga!Doppio x F!Reader [NSFW]

Teacher’s Pet | Professor!Diavolo x F!Reader [NSFW]

Il Mio | Cioccolata x GN!Reader [NSFW]

Coming Untouched | Melone x F!Reader [NSFW]

Soft | Jotaro Kujo x GN!Reader [SFW]

[mistabullets]

Masterlist + Tags

LAST UPDATED 7/23/2020

This is a masterlist filled with my tags and links to certain works to help you better navigate my blog, especially if you’re looking for something in particular.

General Tags

My Writing - all of my bullet point headcanons and writing scenarios

Not Writing - non-writing stuff, such as rambles, confessions, updates

Others Writing - other people’s works that I think you’ll enjoy!

Headcanons - headcanons, usually in bullet point format

Quick HC - quick headcanon, simple and to the point

Scenario - fanfics based off writing prompts or requests

Prompts - requests based on a prompt list or a meme

Rambles - literally just me talking to y’all and having a discussion

Confessions - tell me about what you wanna do to your faves

Updates - updates to rules, masterlist, or announcements

Not SFW - anything that is n/s/f/w in the slightest will go here

SFW - will direct you to my sfw works 

Misc - fanart, memes, gifs, etc of your faves will be here

Parts Tags

Part 1 - Phantom Blood

Part 2 - Battle Tendency

Part 3 - Stardust Crusaders

Part 4 - Diamond is Unbreakable

Part 5 - Golden Wind / Vento Aureo

Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar:

Jonathan Tag

Not SFW Jonathan HC’s

Boyband HC’s

Will Zeppeli:

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dio Brando:

Dio Tag

BP Tag

Fem!S/O with a Mommy Kink

Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph Tag

Young!Joseph Tag

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Boyband HC’s

With a Femdom!S/O

Caesar Zeppeli:

Caesar Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Praising + Size Kink

Lisa Lisa:

Lisa Lisa Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Kars:

Kars Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Stardust Crusaders

Jotaro Kujo:

Jotaro Tag

3taro Tag 

Jotaro on a Date

Dirty Talk + Being Praised

Dirty Talk + Jotakak + Body Worship

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Prostate Stimulation

Dirty Talk + Stand Fucking

Dirty Talk + Master/Slave Dynamics

Boyband HC’s

With a Voice Actor S/O

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Confessing to Insecure Fem!S/O

Kakyoin Noriaki:

Kakyoin Tag

With Chubby!Fem S/O

With a Goth S/O

With Jotaro’s Polar Opposite Twin

Kakyoin Gets a MILF (Not SFW)

With a Small S/O

Dirty Talk + Tentacles Sex

Dirty Talk + Shy S/O

Dirty Talk + Jotakak + Body Worship

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Praising + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Master/Slave Dynamics

With a Voice Actor S/O

Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Polnareff Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

D’avoir et de Tenir

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph Tag

Old!Joseph Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Muhammad Avdol:

Avdol Tag

Dirty Talk + Temperature Play

Yandere Tarot - Devil, Empress, & Magician

Dio Brando:

Dio Tag

SDC Dio Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Exhibitionism

Dirty Talk + Deepthroating

Dirty Talk + Spanking

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Yandere Tarot - Lovers & Temperance

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Hol Horse:

Hol Tag

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata:

Josuke Tag

Josuke’s Wedding HC’s

Josuke With a Goth S/O

Love Kinda Guy (First Time, Not SFW)

Dirty Talk + Chubby S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Being Rode + Praising

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Boyband HC’s

Okuyasu Nijimura:

Okuyasu Tag

Lazy Days (Not SFW w/ Chubby!Fem Reader)

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Rohan Kishibe: 

Rohan Tag

Dirty Talk + Soft

Dirty Talk + Dom/Sub Dynamics

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Morning Sex

Dirty Talk + Chubby S/O

Dirty Talk + Teasing

Yandere Tarot - Strength

S/O with a Kinder Approach to His Methods

Yandere Tarot - Hierophant, Moon, & Lovers

Jotaro Kujo:

Jotaro Tag

4taro Tag

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule 

With S/O Who Has a Kid

With a Short S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Breeding/Hypnosis

Dirty Talk + Love Making

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + As a Professor

Dirty Talk + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Morning Sex

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Praising a Soft Dom

Relationship w/ Jotaro HC’s

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With a Housewife S/O

Shy S/O with Praise Kink (Not SFW)

Yandere Tarot - Multiple

With a Barista Fem!S/O

Mikitaka Hazekura:

Mikitaka Tag

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Alien Sex

Dirty Talk + Oviposition

Kira Yoshikage:

Dirty Talk + Gagged with Fingers

Dirty Talk + Anal Fingering

Golden Wind / Vento Aureo

Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno Tag

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Giorno’s Wedding HC’s w/ Dark-Skinned S/O

With Brown-Eyed S/O

Giorno Admiring His S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

With a Shy Fem!S/O (SFW + Not SFW)

Dirty Talk + Shy S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding + Size Kink

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Cockwarming

The Flowers You Give (Angst Fic)

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

Boyband HC’s

With an Intense Crush

With a Fem!S/O w/ Daddy Issues

Yandere Tarot - Strength & Lovers

Sei Bella (Not SFW + Eating Out)

Yandere Tarot - Star

Yandere Tarot - Death, Devil, & World

With Boyish Fem!S/O

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Overstimulation + Body Worship (Not SFW)

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bruno Tag

Relationship w/ Bruno HC’s (SFW + Not SFW)

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Bruno’s Wedding HC’s w/ Dark-Skinned S/O

Poly!Bruabba Relationship HC’s

S/O is the Boss

Not SFW Bruno HC’s

With a Brown-Eyed and Dark-Haired S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Poly!Brumis Relationship HC’s

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Cucking

Dirty Talk + Being Bit

Dirty Talk + Breeding

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With an Intense Crush

Cuddling w/ Bruno HC’s

With Touch Starved Fem!S/O

With a Voice Actor S/O

Yandere Tarot - Devil, Star, & Hierophant

With a Housewife S/O

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Mista Guido:

Mista Tag

Not SFW Mista HC’s

S/O with a Fucked Up Sleep Schedule

“I just ripped my pants” Scenario

First Time HC’s

S/O Who’s Lucky Number is 4

Mista Getting Caught (Not SFW)

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

With Ladylike S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

Poly!Brumis Relationship HC’s

With a Boyish!Fem S/O

His Cupcake (Not SFW, Eating Out)

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Breath Play

Dirty Talk + Petplay

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

Dirty Talk + Choking

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

With a Flexible Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

With an Intense Crush

Yandere Tarot - Strength

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Narancia Ghirga:

Narancia Tag

With Ladylike S/O

With Stressed S/O

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Soft

Dirty Talk + Teasing

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Yandere Tarot - Lovers, Moon, & Chariot

Going with the Flow (Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Cuddling w/ Narancia HC’s

Leone Abbacchio:

Abbacchio Tag

Poly!Bruabba Relationship HC’s

S/O is the Boss

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Body Worship

With a Voice Actor S/O

With a Badass Fem!S/O

Romantic Pegging HC’s (Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo Tag

S/O is the Boss

Bridal-Style Carrying HC’s

Seeing S/O’s Face for the First Time

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Makeup Sex

Dirty Talk + Being Overstimulated

Dirty Talk + Orgasm Denial

S/O Being Kidnapped + Injured

Yandere Tarot - Strength & Lovers

Riunione (Makeup Sex, Not SFW)

S/O with Moody Blue’s Ass (Not SFW)

S/O from Anger Management Class

Diavolo:

Diavolo Tag

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Risotto Nero:

Risotto Tag

S/O Sings Him to Sleep

Risotto’s Wedding HC’s

Not SFW Risotto HC’s

Taller S/O Scenario

“Don’t lie to me again” Scenario

With a Short S/O

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Not SFW Alphabet

Dirty Talk + Mind Break

Dirty Talk + Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk + Praising

Dirty Talk + Cucking

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Formaggio:

Formaggio Tag

With Ladylike S/O

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Illuso:

Illuso Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Not SFW Alphabet

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Yandere Tarot - Hierophant, Moon, & Lovers

Melone:

Melone Tag

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

With Tattoo Artist S/O

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Oviposition

Dirty Talk + Pegging

Dirty Talk + Melone Sex

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio Tag

Ghiaccio’s Wedding HC’s

With a Dom!NB S/O (Not SFW)

S/O With a Cute Sneeze

Not SFW Alphabet

Seeing His Crush Semi-Naked

Dirty Talk + Degrading

Dirty Talk + Femdom

Dirty Talk + Biting

With a Calm and Patient S/O

Doppio Vinegar:

Doppio Tag

Dirty Talk + Overstimulation

Dirty Talk + Mommy Kink

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Gentle Loving Dom

Squalo & Tiziano:

Squalo & Tiziano Tag

Squalo Tag

Tiziano Tag

Poly!SquaTizi w/ Fem!S/O (Not SFW)

Cioccolata:

Cioccolata Tag

Dirty Talk + Praising

Secco:

Secco Tag

Dirty Talk + Breeding

Dirty Talk + Cioccolata’s Gift

Dirty Talk + Desperation

Yandere Tarot - Devil

Stone Ocean

Jolyne Cujoh:

Boyband HC’s

[dokidoki-tae]

Getting Prosciutto to develop a Pavlovian response to being called “sir.” The idea came from watching an Office episode where Jim tries to condition Dwight into wanting Altoids when his computer reboots. You thought it would be interesting to see if something similar would work on Prosciutto but with a little lewd twist.

As always, you happily welcomed Prosciutto back from work, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips, you could see it recharged him slightly. He always comes home looking and feeling exhausted and fatigued. It looks like he’d been wearing a scowl the whole time he’s been away, but his features always softened when he saw you and held you.

He sank into the couch, kicking off his shoes and stretching his tired muscles. You could hear his bones crack. You sat on the floor, resting your chin on his knee and asked him how his day was. You listened, acknowledging what he said with a hum. He mostly complained about Ghiaccio’s hotheadedness and Pesci’s timidness. You felt sorry for him and decided to have a little fun.

“I hate seeing you so stressed, sir” you purred, stressing the “sir”, propping yourself onto your knees and between his already spread legs.  He watched you with intensity as you worked at his zipper. 

You heard him suck in his breath when your smooth hands pulled out his hardening cock, freeing it from his constricting pants. You run your tongue over the head, licking up the precum and then placing a kiss on it. Prosciutto’s breathing is becoming labored and decide against teasing tonight. 

“Sir, would you like me to take care of you?” You look up, batting your eyelashes innocently at him. Seeing you on your knees, with your hand and face near his cock puts him in a good mood. He grabs a handful of your head and leads you until your lips are ghosting over the head. His hisses at you to get to work.

“Yes, sir.”

So every night for the next couple of months, you always call him sir before sinking onto your knees to give him head. Sometimes you call him “sir” in the morning and give him a morning blow job. You thought you could test it a little. When he’s getting ready for work, he had just gotten out of the shower. He didn’t pay you any mind when he hopped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his hips while drying his hair. He looked through the closet to find his suit, talking to you absentmindedly about something you watched last night. 

As he was changing, you saw this as a chance to test whether it was working.

“Sir, you look stunning today,” he looked in your direction, raising a brow. At this point, he knew that you only call him that when you were going to blow him. 

“I have to go to work. We can have fun when I’m off,” he stated but his body reacted in a different way. The towel around his waist wasn’t enough to hide his erection. You could hear the “shit” and “fuck” Prosciutto was muttering under his breath.

“You little-” he looked at your with a glare, growling when you only acknowledged him with a playful smile. “You did this on purpose...for months!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “In my defense, I didn’t think it would work. But you’ve proved me wrong, sir~” You drew out the last part. You squealed when Prosciutto wrapped his arms around you, pressing his stiffening cock against your thigh. You were trapped.

“I thought you had work,” you reminded, playfully. 

“Work can wait. I need to make sure I punish you properly for using me as your guinea pig,” nipping at your neck and holding you down, unable to fight him off, forcing you into a fit of giggles.