#prosciutto x reader 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!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list 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]

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

SPOOKTACULAR FICS GO!

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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🌟 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! ♥

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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

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Fluff Alphabet

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Monster AU

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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]

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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]

[jotarosbelt]

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| 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 |

Multi-Character Series!

☻ 50 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙭

1: Because You Can’t Get to Sleep - Guido Mista

2: Make-up Sex - Bruno Buccellati

2.5: Make-up Sex - Guido Mista

3: Break-up Sex - Pannacotta Fugo

4: Your Friend Told You About a New Position - Narancia Ghirga

5: Revenge - Leone Abbacchio

6: Rebound - Giorno Giovanna

7: Paratrooping/Bangin’ for a Roof - Prosciutto 

8: Nothing Good on TV - Josuke Higashikata

9: Because You’re in A Hotel - Jotaro Kujo

10: Curiosity - Risotto Nero

☻ Colorful Camboys

Guido Mista - Sky Blue

In Order by Part:

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Christmas Alphabet! (A, F, M)

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[NSFW] The Night Doesn’t End Until We Go To Sleep. (Joseph X Reader, 1K+ words!)

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☆ 𝘿𝙄𝙊

DIO Relationship Headcanons!

☆ 𝙟𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙠𝙪𝙟𝙤 

Christmas Alphabet! (A, K, R, U)

☆ 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣-𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙛

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons, Part 2! (Various X Reader)

S/O Caught Dancing In Mirror Headcanons! (Various X Reader)

☆ 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙮𝙤𝙞𝙣

“Pick on Someone Your Own Size.” (Kakyoin X Reader)

ραят 4: ∂ιαмσи∂ ιѕ υивяєαкαвℓє

☮ 𝙟𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙠𝙪𝙟𝙤 

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (Various X Reader)

Christmas Alphabet! (A, K, R, U)

☮ 𝙟𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙖

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (Various X Reader) 

[NSFW] Josuke Higashikata X Reader Kinky Headcanons!

An Unwanted Reunion. (Josuke Higashikata X Reader, 1.6k words!)

☮ 𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙮𝙖𝙨𝙪 𝙣𝙞𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons, Part 2! (Various X Reader)

[NSFW] Frustrations. (Okuyasu X Reader, 600+ words!)

S/O Caught Dancing In Mirror Headcanons (Various X Reader)

☮ 𝙧𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙚

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons, Part 2! (Various X Reader)

An Unwanted Reunion. (Josuke Higashikata X Reader, 1.6k words!)

S/O Caught Dancing In Mirror Headcanons (Various X Reader)

☮ 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙖

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons, Part 2! (Various X Reader)

☮ 𝙮𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons, Part 2! (Various X Reader)

ραят 5: νєитσ αυяєσ

ʙᴜᴄᴄɪ ɢᴀɴɢ

☼ 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (Various X Reader)

[NSFW] Giorno Giovanna X Reader Headcanons!

Drunk Headcanons! (Bucci Gang X Reader)

Christmas Alphabet! (F, G, H, M, Q)

[NSFW] A Not-So-Silent Night. (Bucci Gang X Reader, 2.1k words!)

Future!Giorno w/ Stand User Daughter (Giorno X Reader)

☼ 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (Various X Reader)

[NSFW] Interrogation. (Mista X Reader, 1K+ words!)

Drunk Headcanons! (Bucci Gang X Reader)

[NSFW] A Not-So-Silent Night. (Bucci Gang X Reader, 2.1k words!)

honeybunny sunshine. ☀️ (Mista X Reader, 500+ words!)

Future!Mista w/ Stand User Daughter (Mista X Reader)

☼ 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (Various X Reader)

[NSFW] Bruno Buccellati X Reader Headcanons!

[NSFW] New Traditions. (Bruno X Reader, 2K+ words!)

Drunk Headcanons! (Bucci Gang X Reader)

Christmas Alphabet! (D, O, P, U)

[NSFW] A Not-So-Silent Night. (Bucci Gang X Reader, 2.1k words!)

☼ 𝙡𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons, Part 2! (Various X Reader)

Drunk Headcanons! (Bucci Gang X Reader)

[NSFW] A Dangerous Game. (Abbacchio X Reader, 1.5k+ words!)

Christmas Alphabet! (A, E, T)

[NSFW] A Not-So-Silent Night. (Bucci Gang X Reader, 2.1k words!)

[NSFW] Warmth. (Abbacchio X Reader, 1.8k+ words!)

☼ 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙜𝙤

Desensitization. (Fugo X Reader, 700+ words!)

[NSFW] A Not-So-Silent Night. (Bucci Gang X Reader, 2.1k words!)

[NSFW] Nerve Endings. (Fugo X Reader, 1.3k+ words!)

☼ 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙖

[NSFW] A Not-So-Silent Night. (Bucci Gang X Reader, 2.1k words!)

ʟᴀ sǫᴜᴀᴅʀᴀ

☼ 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

☼ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

☼ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

☼ 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] “Blue Violet” (Ghiaccio X Reader X Melone, 1k+ words!)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

☼ 𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] “Blue Violet” (Ghiaccio X Reader X Melone, 1k+ words!)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

abyssus abyssum invocat. (Moodboard & Backstory!)

☼ 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

☼ 𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙞

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

[NSFW] La Squadra Kink Headcanons!

☼ 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙩 & 𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤

[NSFW] Ahegao Face Headcanons! (La Squadra X Reader)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ

☼ 𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙤 & 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙤

Self Care. (Tiziano X Reader X Squalo, 700+ words!)

ραят 6: ѕтσиє σ¢єαи

a/n: i only write for jotaro in part 6 for i have not read stone ocean and might not read it at all ;)))

🌊 𝙟𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙠𝙪𝙟𝙤

[NSFW] “She Doesn’t Need to Know.” (Jotaro X Reader, 3k+ words!)

Christmas Alphabet! (A, K, R, U)

[NSFW] She Didn’t Need to Know-- But, Now She Does. (Jotaro X Reader, 1.8k+ words!)

[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.

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

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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.”

[icollectyoursins]

NSFW Prosciutto headcanons

Pseudo_Possom on AO3 said: “This is beautiful... I’m not on tumblr, but may I request some Prosciutto NSFW headcanons that are also kinda wholesome? I need more slightly wholesome ham in my life.”

I have been looking forward to writing this since I got the request. I love me some juicy ham! It started wholesome, then slowly went down to the nastier things, then back to wholesome.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

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WARNINGS: Breeding, lingerie, cock warming, riding, fingering, oral, handjobs, sounding, pegging, panty sniffing, jerking off, mentions of porn, vouyerism/glory holes (Receiving oral as well as watching S/O do that with someone else), cuckolding (I guess), threesome, sloppy seconds, cuddles as after care, also baths.

Word Count: 2,110

Alrighty, where do I start? This man loves to breed to S/O. Just adores seeing his seed leaking out of them in a slow stream. Now, unlike other characters I have done headcanons for, he is not one to go for too many rounds, so expect lots of sweet, warm, littered-with-kisses cuddles. If he’s pent up, he’ll usually go for more, but he tends to last long enough to make up for multiple rounds so he doesn’t see the need.

If you two are able and are trying to have a child, he is so tender. Pulling you into his arms, making a nest of pillows around you (this man has 10 on his bed, convince me otherwise) and just massaging your stomach whispering about how he can’t wait to see you grow. 

I dunno, I just think this man is soft for his S/O which only becomes more apparent when he’s filled them with his seed. 

Kissing Prosciutto would be fucking ascending. Equal parts passionate and sweet. His lips are so soft against yours and the smell of his cologne seems to just envelope you. He buys only the best for both himself and you, so of course he’s soft. He tastes the tiniest bit like mint. Not overwhelming or strong, just subtle. And a sweet mint. 

Your first time with him can either go one of two ways: it’s either a rough, quick but still hot and heavy fuck in the back of his car before he drops you off at home, or it’s desperate, deep and gentle thrusts into you that rock the entire bed. Just the image of him crawling back into the front seat, adjusting his shirt and pants has me fucking drooling

Oh. Surprise him with lingerie. Casually walking out of the bathroom in a revealing body suit or stockings and garter belt. Prosciutto is weak. If you’ve been together for a while, he’s more vulnerable with his arousal and adoration, mouth dropping open and just staring. If it’s a new relationship, he’ll try to hide it by either giving you a chaste compliment that sounds a little derogatory if you read into it too much or getting suave with it, trying to flip the table so you’re the one being seduced. 

     You ran your fingers over the delicate fabric clinging to your body, admiring your form in the mirror. Lace and straps wrapped around you, sitting in all the right places, complimenting your figure. 

     “Piccola/Piccolino, are you here?” Prosciutto called out to you as he entered your shared bedroom, immediately noticing your missing presence. You grinned to yourself in the en-suit bathroom. He called out your name, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the bed. While he adjusted his clothes, making himself more comfortable, you slowly made your way out. 

     “I’m here,” you said smoothly, leaning against the door frame. He quickly glanced at you in the mirror, expecting you to be in pajamas and ready for bed. A double take was made when he saw what you were wearing. 

     Prosciutto’s mouth had dropped open slightly as he turned around to look at you. He muttered something under his breath that you didn’t quite hear. All you did was chuckle at his amazement as he slowly made his way to you, hands creeping up your sides once before sliding back down to grope your behind.

     “What is this?” He mused. “For me, piccola /piccolino? You spoil me, you know.” You smiled at him sweetly, gently cupping his face with your hand before leaning in to kiss him. Hungrily, he pulled you closer, quickly getting more aggressive, biting your lower lip and roughly exploring your mouth with his tongue.

     Prosciutto pulled away, staring at you with a sinful glare.

     “Look at you,” he growled, breathing heavily. Suddenly, he pulled your arm, then pinned you against the wall. His voice rumbled in your ear as his lips grazed your neck. “You’re not going to be able to walk out of his room.”

If he’s feeling lazy and you’re feeling randy, he is 100% down to let you just ride him into the sofa while he’s watching TV or just cock warm him. I think he just enjoys the intimacy, you know? Like, he’s finally able to let some of his barriers go that he just completely relaxes. Not to say he can’t be rough, he absolutely can, but he enjoys the soft moments just as much as he loves the rough sessions.

Alright, oral. He’s... okay at giving, sitting in between being good and bad. I don’t see him being super into giving oral (ie. eating someone out or blowjobs) unless he’s bottoming that night which, of course, rarely happens because of his pride. Receiving, however! Loves it. Give him a quick blow before he goes into a meeting and he’ll probably have your mouth on his mind for the rest of the day. Tease him with your tongue and you might have him begging. He would do anything to get those lips around him. 

For the more relaxed moments of sex I can picture him being tender and soft with his praise, running his hands through your hair, calling you beautiful or moaning out “belissima” when you take his entire length. Pros cums instantly if you make eye contact while slowly swallowing him whole, then pull back to the tip. He’s practically drooling when you clean the cum off of him. After, he’ll cup your face pulling you into a sweet kiss before returning the favor and getting you off with his hand/fingers.

With more rougher sessions, he’s fucking your face. You head is pinned against the wall and he’s just destroying your throat in the best way. When he gets close, he’ll cum on your face or chest, calling you every dirty word he could possibly think of. Needless to say, you’ll both be left a wreck after that.

Now, while he may not be a master of oral, he absolutely has fingering down to an art form! On S/O’s with a vagina especially (not that he isn’t good at hand jobs, as well, I think he just has a slight preference). *blurb below is fem!reader*

     Long fingers curled up into your sweet spot making you cry out, arching your back. Prosciutto pushed you back down onto the bed again, picking up the pace as punishment. His thumb came to you clit, rubbing back and forth with a force that seemed to blind you. His name fell from your lips an endless amount of times as you lost control, legs kicking out against the sheets. You begged him to let you cum.

     “No.” He said sternly. You whined in protest. “You can take it.” 

Well, now that that’s out of the way! Hand jobs. I can’t get the picture of you being tied down to a chair, naked while he’s completely dressed (save for his jacket which was tossed somewhere else). He’s rubbing your length as softly as he could to keep you from cumming too soon. When you get close, he casually pulls away, adjusting his clothes. Dude just likes denial, what can I say?

I have that this written in my notes forever: sounding. Mmm. Tying him down on the bed or even just ordering him not to move while you liberally apply lube to the tip of his cock and then slowly spreading the opening with a thin rod. Oh! The way he would writhe. Delicious.

Pegging this man would be heavenly. The first time he would be so shocked, almost kind of offended you brought it up, but then he would start looking at porn of it because you peaked his curiosity (not that he’d ever admit it) and then... he just wants to do it all of the sudden. You’re gentle, of course, but even just the smallest buck of your hips has him melting. Nothing but putty in your hands, freely and wildly moaning.

Now you’ve got him hooked. Wanna play a more dominant role? Order him to do something. Don’t just say “get on your knees.” Order him. Drag a crop along his cheek. You will absolutely make him weak so he’ll either drop to his knees and do whatever you say, or (more commonly) he’ll be a tough nut to crack and make you work for his submission. 

Alright, this one... this is a gross one that he will probably never admit to anyone, but I read somewhere that he’d sniff his S/O panties while jerking off and my mind fucking exploded. Even just inhaling the scene from your shirts or pillow case gets him going. Come home early to moans coming from the bedroom and getting just the tiniest peek of your clothing pressed to his face while he furiously rubs his cock. *Chef’s fucking kiss*

He would never EVER admit to it though because it’s something Melone or Illuso would do and he has more class than that. Or looks like he does.

Prosciutto probably watches a lot of porn, lets be real. Not as much as the two previously mentioned or Formaggio, but still a lot. He does it to research more than actually get off, looking at some of the weirder things that Melone is into (which mostly feet, but there are a few gems in there) like dominatrix things, swings, glory holes, that kind of thing. He tends to favour the glory holes, if he’s being completely honest. 

If you’re into roleplaying being strangers and meeting up at a glory hole he will probably cum more than he ever has in his life. After the “hook up” he’ll give you nothing but praise and kisses for the rest of the night.

Or, if you’re okay with actually doing it with strangers, he’ll watch (or film it for later) then fuck whatever part of your body was used just to boost his pride by saying shit like “they were good, but you like this more” or “time for a real man to fuck you. You really only feel good with me, right?” Just nasty stuff like that.

     Prosciutto’s eyes grew wide as he watched your lips wrap around the unfamiliar cock in front of you, eagerly sucking in more of it. You looked at him out the corner of your eye, just to make sure he was still looking. He moans quietly, palming himself through his pants while still trying to keep steady, hoping the video would turn out okay. He wasn’t really paying attention to camera angles. 

     You got more bold, wrapping your hand around the cock that was now lubed up with your spit. Now, you bobbed on it in sync with your strokes. The man on the other side of the wall quickly came into your mouth. You showed the camera the load, mouth open wide, then you swallowed it, showing your empty mouth again. 

     Your partner practically scrambled to turn the video off, pulling his pants down as fast as he could. He turned you around, wasting no time thrusting himself into you. “Fuck. You really know how to make a man jealous, don’t you?” You cry out as he starts fucking into you relentlessly.

Would be more into threesomes if he wasn’t surrounded by La Squadra. Although, the idea of putting Melone in his place does sound rather nice and watching you do it? Even more so. What? No, he doesn’t actually want to fuck Melone, he just thinks he’d look good forced to cum on his cock over and over again... okay, maybe he wants to fuck him, but it’s not like that-

Alright, I wrote about this in the Demon!Risotto x Reader x Demon!Prosciutto thing but sloppy seconds are so good. Doesn’t really care who’s cum it is (save for Pesci and Illuso because he would never let Illuso do that to you, just rubs him the wrong way), he just loves the look, the feel; everything that comes with sliding his cock into your already full hole and watching it leak out over the sides of his length.

Not the king of after care, but good. Prosciutto loves to take long lavish baths with you or going to the spa just to make yourselves feel nice and pretty after doing something raunchy and “gross.” Grabs you two water if you need it, massages any sore spots on your body, just general stuff. 

More reluctant to receive after care because of his pride, but will eventually cave and let you rub his sides or whatever, then he just melts. You’re just so warm against him and he’s so tired. He falls asleep quicker than he usually does and wakes up feeling a little more chipper than usual.

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Translations: piccola /piccolino -baby girl/baby boy belissima-beautiful

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Demon!Risotto x Reader x Demon!Prosciutto

Anon asked for “Here for s i n t i m e could I perhaps ask for nsfw demon ris and pro for the monster week thing? Submissive reader, if possible”

I am so sorry this is so late! Exams are happening and it’s stressing me out because I feel like the only one who’s prepared (I’m an acting student, so I not only have to rely on people showing up, but also knowing their lines in order to perform my best). Anyway! I have a small break where I can hopefully get stuff done. Sorry about the wait!

You were far too horny for you own good right now and somehow came up with the terrible idea of summoning a couple of demons to satisfy you, considering most of the men you met were less than pleasant. You knew what you were getting into, sort of, you just... weren’t expecting them to be so big.

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WARNINGS: Summoning demons and fucking demons, cunnilingus/eating pussy, claws, nipple play, biting, oral play (sucking on fingers), cumming on stomach, breeding, light implication of kidnapping? Uh... maybe new found partners in some questionable demons at the end.

Word Count: 1751

     Your jaw fell open at the sight in front of you. Two very tall and very gorgeous men-demon things stood completely bare. The taller one’s skin was dark with flecks of red and black dotting his shoulders, white hair settling around his face which was broken apart by long dark horns. Stunning gold bands wrapped around the base of them. His red eyes seemed to float on his face, you had to stop yourself from walking towards him, seemingly drawn in by them. 

     The smaller one was almost the same, but with a mix of deep blue and gold. His blonde hair was tied back into a series of buns. He had four horns a set of larger ones in the same place the other’s were, then a significantly smaller set beside them. They were also wrapped in gold, but there was more, glittering from base to tip. His eyes were a bright navy blue that swallowed you whole.

     On each of their wrists were silver shackles, minus the chain, a sign that there were bound here for the time being. They stared at you intently, waiting for you to say something but you were too awestruck. Your eyes flicked down to their members. One of them, you could for sure take, but the other... where did you put the lube again? You gulped, blushing furiously.

     They chuckled softly. The blue one reached his hand out to you, stepping closer to the boundary you had set. Their smiles were sincere, almost sweet. Tails flicked impatiently, waiting for you to move. You made a move to take off your top, but they stopped out.

     “We’ll take care of that, don’t worry. Just come here.” You did so, taking his hand in yours. He was warmer than you expected, not that you thought demons would be cold, but he was very warm. He pulled you into his arm, wrapping one around you as he walked back to the other one. 

     You were pushed gently in between them, then their hands were all over you, exploring every inch. The tall one pressed his lips into your scalp before tilting your head up and placing another kiss onto your forehead. They were remarkably gentle, littering your cheeks with light kisses while massaging circles into you. Slowly, your top was lifted off your body, blue lips following the fabric, pressing into your soft chest. You gasped, lifting your arms to cover yourself. They were quick to stop you, though, grabbing them and holding them firmly against your back.

     You began to struggle, taken out of the calmness they had built up into you. They only chuckled, kisses becoming more aggressive. You were lifted up lightly by the taller one, hands still behind your back. The other made quick work of your bottoms, taking everything off in a quick pull. Then, he wrapped your struggling leg around his waist, devilishly looking into your eyes.

     They were about to get started with wrecking you when you yelled. “No!” They stopped, a little annoyed. “No, no, no. Put me down.” They did, gentleness disappearing quickly.

     “Isn’t this what you wanted?” The blue one said, gripping your chin between his thumb and his finger. “You summoned us for a good fuck, right? I don’t see the problem.”

     The black one loomed over you, eyes narrowing. “You don’t want to change your mind, (Y/N).”

     “Stop, I summoned you, and you will do what I say.” You said indignantly. They only laughed at you. “It’s not funny. You are bound to this circle until I say so.” They exchanged a look, hiding their smiles.

     “What do you want us to do,” the tall one rumbled, drifting his gaze over your body. Uh... that was a good question. What did you want them to do? 

     “You, eat me out,” you pointed to him, then to the blue one, “you-”

     “I know what to do,” he said walking to your side. His softly wrapped his hand around your side, dragging his lips across your shoulder then kissing your cheek. He lead you back to the center, taking his place behind you while the taller one knelt down in front of you. Another arm was wrapped around your waist as they lifted you up onto his shoulders. “Why don’t you give them something to scream?”

     The man between your legs hummed, kissing your thigh. “Risotto.” He purred, low and seductive before delicately diving in, licking a stripe up your entrance to your clit. Deep, dark eyes stared up at you as his tongue slid deeper into you, clearly longer than a human’s. You tossed your head back, resting it on the blue one’s shoulder as you moaned.

     “Say it,” he whispered in your ear, “say his name.”

     “Uuuhhn~ Risottooo.” You cried out, hands tangling themselves in his hair. He lapped up your juices, using broad strokes to coax more out of you. Then, he focused on your clit, wrapping his lips around it, sucking intently. The blue one chuckled, latching his lips onto your neck, holding you tightly as you bucked your hips into Risotto’s mouth. 

     “Say my name, Prosciutto, say it.” His teeth dragged along your vein, sharp and threatening. A hand reached up to your chest, pinching your nipple. His broad tongue licked the sweat on your skin, leaving a trail from where your shoulder dipped to your neck up to your jaw line making you shudder. He rubbed your nipple between his finger extra hard.

     “Mmm~ Prosciutto!” You arched your back into his touch. The two demons groaned, in creasing the intensity of their ministrations. Risotto’s tongue elongated, slipping into your entrance, curling up into you. Moans fell free from your mouth as they lavished you, leaving marks with their claws. A blue hand slithered down to your folds, delicately brushing against your clit. Your voice got higher in pitch and more strained the closer they brought you to your release. 

     The finger picked up the pace, getting into the rhythm of moving side to side. Risotto pulled back to watch the show in front of him. He brought his fingers up to your folds, spreading them apart as well as slipping one to your hole, pushing it up into your G-spot. He could feel you getting closer, returning his lips to your entrance, careful to avoid Prosciutto’s claws. 

     Your orgasm washed over you as you screamed out their names. They smiled into you as the one between your legs slurped up your juices. The other one dug his teeth into your neck, growling into your ear as he lapped up a small trickle of blood.

     Risotto took hold of you, lowering you onto his lap, leaving sweet kisses on your cheeks as he positioned you over his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. You couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped through your body as the first few inches were pushed in. He was so thick, it was only a few inches, but it was the most filling few inches you have ever had. You thought he was going to stop, let you get used to it, but he didn’t. He kept going. 

     It was starting to get painful now and there was still more to go. You began struggling, trying to break free of his iron grip. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes as you shook your head, trying to get him to stop. He finally bottomed out and you were barely able to choke out an “oh!”

     Prosciutto’s warm chest pressed into your back, kissing the marks he left on you. “What’s wrong this time? Isn’t this what you wanted?” You couldn’t talk, it felt as though the tip of his cock pierced straight through your brain leaving you dumb. He chuckled darkly behind you. “Would you like more?”

     You moaned as Risotto rolled his hips into you making his length push into every sweet part of you. A sly smile sprawled onto his face. You were pinned down by strong arms and he repeated the motion, hand slipping to your clit then rubbing circles. A cry escaped from your lips, hips bucking up to his touch.

     Two fingers slipped into your mouth which you immediately wrapped around, sucking intently. All three of you moaned this time. The pace was quickened making you jump, swallowing more of the digits. A third one was shoved in. Drool started dribbling down your chin and your eyes rolled into your head, caught up in pure bliss.

     “Fuck-so hot,” Prosciutto groaned in your ear, grinding into your lower back, barely able to get a full sentence out with this beautiful sight in front of him. Risotto’s rhythm started to falter as he got closer, head dipping into his chest to watch his cock sink in and out of you deliciously. You couldn’t help screaming around the fingers in your mouth, nails digging into the hard muscle of his back. 

     Finally, he came with a sustained, rumbling growl, pulling own and splattering your stomach with his seed. You whined at the emptiness, trying to bring him closer to you, get him to fill you again. The two demons only chuckled, blue one holding you tight against him as he took his fingers out of your mouth. Your emptiness didn’t last long, though. 

     Prosciutto folded you over, sticking your ass in the air and lining himself up, then plunging into you in one quick motion. Quickly, he set up a brutal pace to the point where you swore he would bruise your cervix. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you felt your whole being give in to ecstasy. He grunted above you, smacking your ass every now and then to keep you conscious.

     Eventually, he found his release, pushing himself deep inside you and filling you. The three of you panted, whipped out. Risotto stared wide eyed at the cum dripping out of you, then glanced over to his partner. They shared a look of mutual agreement. You weren’t leaving this circle.

     Warm, black tendrils wrapped around your thighs and legs, pinning you to the ground. Not that you were aware. You were essentially fucked to the point of stupidity. Soothing fingers found their way to either side of your face which traveled to your shoulders, pulling you upright into someone’s chest as another followed suit, curling in around you. Cheeks were littered in kisses as the two, now three partners, feel asleep in lovers’ embraces.

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NO WAIT. IGNORE THAT LAST ONE. Can I get Single dad prosciutto flirting with his child's teacher during a parent-teacher conference? 🙏🙏🙏 It doesn't have to be full-blown n/s/f/w. maybe a little spicy??

sorry this took forever, shae! i hope you enjoy this sweet and spicy fic with your man.

Show Off | Prosciutto x F!Reader

suggestive but not full blown nsfw

You smilewhen you pull out your last file for the night, realizing it’s for one of yourfavorite students. They were smart and kind – a little bit of a charmer, too,which they had apparently picked up from their father. The parent teacherconference that had happened at the beginning in the year had introduced you tothe child’s father, Prosciutto.

A man thatwore a suit with nothing under it had you rolling your eyes, until he took yourhand in his and placed a chaste kiss upon it while introducing himself.Everything about him was dripping with a certain confidence and charm that onlya rare few men had nowadays. (It may have also been the fact that he slipped inthe information that he was a single parent that had you thinking about him abit longer than normal after the meeting.)

You’d paid alittle bit of extra appearance to your attention tonight – nothing too unusualsince you were a teacher, but just a little bit higher of a heel and a littlebit more form-fitting clothing than usual.

A soft knockfollowed by the quiet sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor let you knowyour favorite parent of the night had arrived. With a quick smoothing of yourskirt, you stood up and held your hand out to Prosciutto with a smile.  

“Goodevening, Signore.”

Prosciuttotakes your hand and lifts it to his lips before he brushes a soft kiss over theback, holding your hand a little longer to shoot you a low smile.

“Good evening,Signorina. You look beautiful tonight.”

It made youfeel a bit like a schoolgirl, but you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear andblush before you smile back, noticing how his eyes slip to the bit of exposedchest your outfit showcased. (Perhaps taking the jacket you’d worn earlier tocover it up had been better idea than you thought.)

“You don’tneed to call me Signore, cara. We’re past that, hm?” Prosciutto says, taking theseat next to your chair. You had intended to move it earlier, but it was toolate now. Prosciutto crosses his legs and leans forward while he watches yousmooth your skirt out before you sit down, close enough that you can smell thewoodsy cologne he was wearing.  

“If you insist.”You reply, feeling the heat rise to your face again. Flirting was common amongthe men that attended the conferences – normally you would be stern in refusingit, but Prosciutto had been a gentleman during every encounter. It would be alie, too, to say you weren’t interested in a relationship beyondparent-teacher.

“I do.” Hereplies – and when you look up to meet his eyes, he winks and shoots you a grinthat shows off the hint of his overbite. With fondness, you realize his childhas the exact same smile.

“Let’s see…”You say, turning back to the task at hand instead of staring dreamily atProsciutto. Picking up his child’s file, you hand a copy to him. Prosciuttobrushes his hand against your and sparks run up your spine, earning a grin fromhim at your soft ‘oh.’ He settles back and you start to look over your own copyto hide how flustered you were. “Your child is excelling in almost every area.”

“Almost?” Hequestions, raising an eyebrow.

“They’restruggling a bit with math, but it’s not a concern right now. With extra timeat home, we should see natural improvement in just a few weeks. We’ll help themhere too, of course.”

Prosciutto humsand looks back at the file, eyes trailing slowly over the text. He pauses atone line and chuckles.

“A charmer,hm? They convinced all the kids to give their chocolates up?” Oh – that incidenton Valentine’s Day had been funny, in retrospect, but caused a mass amount ofcrying children at the time.

“Yes, Sig—Prosciutto,”you start, and he inclines his head when you correct yourself. “Their socialskills and understanding exceed what we see in most children this age.”

Biting yourlip, you take a chance. “I think I might know where they get that from, though.”

“Oh, andwhere is that?” Prosciutto says, leaning in closer. His face is inches fromyours now. “Hm, bella?”

But beforeyou respond Prosciutto leans forward and captures your lips in a soft kiss, deepeningit when you respond back. One of his hands starts to run up your thigh,smoothing over the stockings you had on.

This wasn’thow you expected your parent teacher conference to go but you’re not complaining,especially not when Prosciutto breaks away and asks, voice low and sultry, “Doyou want more?”

You reallyshouldn’t, but his kiss was intoxicating, and you’ve wanted him for solong – so you nod and press your lips back against his. Prosciutto easily liftsyou from your chair onto his lap, your legs falling to either side of him to straddlehis thighs.

Prosciuttoruns his tongue over your lower lip and encourages you to open your mouth,sliding his tongue in and tangling it against yours when you let him in. Hishand is still trailing higher and higher up your skirt while the other is holdingonto the back of your head, pulling you closer. Your own hands go to explorehis chest, moaning into his mouth when your bare fingers trail across his exposedskin, hot to the touch. Prosciutto groans and rolls his hips against you,pressing something hard into your lower body.

Your heartwas pounding in your chest and you felt Prosciutto’s own heart beating underyour fingers, fast with excitement. The hand on your thigh starts to push upthe fabric of your skirt and you pull back from the kiss, wet pop as your lipspart from his, breathless.

“I usuallydon’t do this,” you say, giggling nervously as you look straight into his iceblue eyes. You worry one moment that you’ve ruined everything, but a momentlater he smiles at you and pulls your skirt back down.

“You know, awoman as beautiful as you deserve a proper gentleman. I hope you’ll forgive myrudeness.” Prosciutto says, rubbing his hand soothingly across your thigh.

“Oh,Signore, you’re forgiven.” You whisper with a demure smile. He quirks aneyebrow. He hisses quietly when one you gently drag your nails down his exposedchest. “You’ve always been a proper gentleman to me.”

Prosciuttolaughs for real this time, the rumble in his chest vibrating across your palms.He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you even closer.

“Let me takeyou out for dinner.” Prosciutto nips at your neck before he turns it into a drawn-outkiss, pulling off before the skin bruises. “Then we’ll continue this, if you’dlike.”

For a momentyou can only whimper in pleasure as he goes back to lathing kisses on yourneck, your hands gripping at his shoulders over his expensive-looking suit. Oh,you’d be embarrassed if he knew how much you wanted him right now—

“Unless, ofcourse, you’d like to do this first.” Prosciutto purrs, biting even lower andskimming the top of your chest with his teeth. He grinds his clothed memberinto your lower half, and you bite back the loud moan you want to let slip fromyour mouth. Prosciutto’s mouth goes back to your neck, sucking hard enough toleave marks.

“I-it’s goodto change up routines,” you manage to moan out between his mouth attacking yourneck and chest. He lifts his head and smirks, letting one of his hands fallback to your thigh.

“You know best,Signorina.”