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rae-pss · 4 months

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Hello, may I please ask for headcanons for la squadra reacting to their s/o turning absolutely feral when they got backed to a corner. They got kidnapped and they turned crazy, like they bite their captor’s throat and rip it out, blood and all and scratch their eyes out. Please

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . okay, read this one and got quite of like "huh...?", imagine the scene was something for sure. i'll make this as them all dating reader, simply because it wasn't specified. hope you like it, dear anon (<3).

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, mentions of blood and slight gore.

–the nerve someone had to kidnap you wasn't anything normal, especially considering who you were affiliated with.

–to say that madness spread through the base as soon as they realized your absence was an understatement.

–there were hours in which the group of seven men did everything and more to find where you were and, once they found out your exact location, plan in detail how to attack and get you out of there with the least possible damage.

–so, imagine their surprises when upon entering where you were, they found themselves face to face with a scene that not even in their worst dreams they could fathom.

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–blood, a lot of blood on the walls and floor.

–two limp bodies on the ground, neither being yours, their throats bitten to the point where their heads almost looked decapitated. crimson puddles surrounded the corpses, an expression of horror evident on their faces.

–however, what caught the group's attention the most was, without a doubt, how your lips, your jaw, you were stained with the blood of those two… what had you just done?

—of all, the most concerned duo is, without a doubt, prosciutto and pesci. they both can't help: one, fearing that you had hurt yourself, and two, worrying about how you had done that. even the older one screaming at you for doing that, although, he later apologized for shouting at you after such a stressful event. and, the younger one, almost started crying, yet with some words from yours he managed to relax.

—risotto was, to no one's surprise, the one that reacted the calmest; simply asking if you were okay and sending the others to help clean up any evidence that could incriminate you. yes, once in the solitude of his room, he hugged you as if it were the last time he'd do so and whispered in your ear how worried he actually was.

—the first thing illuso and formaggio did, after putting on an expression of pure surprise, was laugh and joke about the massacre you did. in spite of their concern for you, knowing that you were fine, they both decided to take it more as something funny that you'd laugh at in the future, yes, they both gave you hugs (illuso did so in secret).

—melone was in charge of checking to see if you had any injuries or physical wounds, which you didn't have, much less the marks from the ropes with which they tied your hands and possible damage to your jaw from such bites that you launched. he laughed softly, and despite that, he left a kiss on your forehead telling you not to do that again and to give them a little more time to get there.

—if you think prosciutto yelled at you, wait until you see the reaction ghiaccio had. the poor guy lost his temper faster than usual, commenting loudly on the madness of it all. more exalted one couldn't be. although, later, once he had calmed down, he also asked for your forgiveness.

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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Hey Nat, congrats on the 5555 followers!! I hope you’ll have even more in the future 💕 If you still accept requests (and if tumblr doesn’t swallow my ask >.>) could I ask for Melone with 43?

insatiable - melone x reader (1.8k)

you and melone have a special working relationship.

warnings: not sfw, minors dni. afab reader, no pronouns. pegging. reader uses a strap-on. ass fingering, copious use of lubricant, reader is dominant but it's implied that both melone and reader are switches.

"You can be rough with me," Melone says, his voice teasing, as he watches you from across the bedroom as you slowly and carefully ensure the toy attached to you is as lubricated as you can manage. "Mm, I don't mind, tesoro."

"You won't be saying that tomorrow when you're walking around pouting and rubbing your ass," you say blithely, very much aware that Melone talks a very big game but doesn't always follow through - and, of course, loves an opportunity to pout at you and try and cajole more favours.

Melone pouts now, flopping on the bed, steepling his fingers together beneath his chin. The soft wave of his golden hair and blue eyes make him look deceptively sweet; you know that Melone is anything but.

Despite the sweetness, of course, there's barely restrained hunger in his gaze as he watches.

"You could be getting yourself ready for me," you say sweetly to him, fluttering your lashes. "You've got the indignity to still be fully dressed, Mel! And you don't usually need an excuse to get out of that outfit--"

He chuckles.

"Now's no different," he tells you, immediately wiggling the skin-tight body-suit down. You get distracted yourself momentarily; as his lithe body is uncovered, the muscles shifting just beneath the skin. You know every muscle and every scar of him by heart (Melone likes to be naked in general, you've learnt - a fact that has disturbed many other members of La Squadra, and had not helped your crush before the two of you had become anything more serious), but there's still a little part of you that thrills to be allowed to see him like this.

Despite Melone being so forward, despite how often he'd flirted and winked and made insinuations at you, assassins are not often allowed intimacy. You and Melone are an exception to the rule. You know some of the other assassins would not, but you would trust Melone utterly with your life.

"Like what you see?" He asks, winking, as the fabric is dropped from the side of the bed to gather in a dark purple pool. You're reminded, too, that Melone does not wear any underwear to make sure that the line of his immaculately designed outfit is not disrupted.

He's hard, but that's not a surprise.

You keep your hand on the smooth purple of the toy, rubbing in the lubricant with slow but graceful glides, in a way that you know won't fail to make Melone shift where he is. And true to your thoughts, his mouth parts just a little, his tongue visible and wet, his eyes blown wide as he exhales slowly.

"Get on your hands and knees for me like a good boy," you say to him sweetly, picking up the little bottle and approaching him slowly. You make sure your hips sway as you walk - just enough for him to get the full effect of the apparatus of straps and silver glinting metal and purple silicone that you're wearing. His eyes follow the procession with barely constrained glee.

Melone is quick to assume the position. Hands and knees on his rumpled blankets (housekeeping is the last thing on an assassin's mind; the sheets are clean, at least. Prosciutto insists you keep on top of laundry), his lean thighs spread to present his ass to you.

"Aww," you say, taking your hand and gently trailing it down the graceful arch of his spine. "You look so slutty like this."

Melone shudders pleasantly. He likes it when you get a little sharp with him.

(He likes getting sharp with you too, sometimes. Never let it be said that you're not willing to give up your control in the bedroom. The two of you were made for one another).

You squeeze some more lube onto his ass, down the crack. Melone doesn't even start at the sensation of cool liquid - just lets out a sigh. You follow the squirt of lube with a finger, making sure you're coated in it before you gently and carefully prod at the tight ring of his ass. Melone whimpers in the back of his throat.

"You're teasing," he murmurs, and though you can't see his face you can still almost perfectly imagine it. Barely contained frustration, that cute little pout combined with a savage kind of pleasure at knowing when he does get what he wants it will be spectacular. "You can just go ahead and fuck me with them, you know."

"Oh," there's that angelic tone of voice again. Something about Melone brings it out in you. He's so nice to dominate. "I'm sorry, Mel. I should have known--"

You sink two fingers into his ass, knuckle-deep, and Melone lets out a guttural noise of pleasure.

"Di molto," he breathes, and now when you imagine his face, it's decorated with a lazy smile. "That feel good."

He clings hot and tight to your fingers, the lube helping to ease the movement as you begin to slide them in and out. You feel carefully along his insides - and when he lets out a strangled groan, you know you've found the spot that will make him see stars.

You imagine just fucking him like this for a while. Massaging and petting at his prostate until those muscled thighs shake and he whines and he comes, making a mess of his sheets beneath him. You wouldn't get to hold onto his hips and fuck him, and that would be a shame, but it would serve him right for being so bratty today--

"Not deep enough, tesoro," Melone says, breathing heavy. "I need you . . . deeper inside of me."

"This isn't good enough?" You ask him, with an extra mean rub against that spongy spot of his inner walls. "Melone, I'm hurt--"

"I want to feel you deeper," Melone insists. "I want us to be one. I want to imagine you coming in me--"

Shit. That thought - of fucking Melone so deep he feels it in his stomach, of being able to come inside of him and claim him as yours . . . the toy doesn't allow for that kind of fun, but both of you are plenty well-versed in imagination, and the imaginings that his words have put inside of your head certainly will not be satisfied just by fucking Melone with your fingers. You pull them out of him with a slick pop, and take hold of one of his sharp hipbones.

You climb onto the bed behind him.

"Yes," Melone hisses, as he feels the tip of the toy against the opening of his ass. "Cazzo. I want you inside of me."

"Have a little patience," you say to him, but there's a fire lit in your lower belly too, now. A dampness between your thighs, a heat that suffuses you all over and makes you think of nothing but fucking into Melone until he can't walk. "I'm getting to it."

You use your other hand to steady his other hip - and then, slowly, begin to sink the curved toy inside of him. Melone groans loud enough for anybody walking past the door to hear. It's a noise that goes straight to between your legs, but you're sure has Ghiaccio in the next room over sighing and clapping his pillows over his ears.

"Good boy," you pant to Melone, as you slide more and more of the toy inside of him. It's hardly a small one, but Melone takes it and takes it and you think he's almost disappointed when he feels your thighs pressing against his and knows that there's no 'deeper' for him to beg for. "We . . . we can buy a bigger one."

"It'll feel just as good when I fuck you with it," Melone says, as he gives his hips a little hump. "Mm, tesoro, I really need to feel you pound me--"

"You're insatiable," you say to Melone - but you're insatiable too. It doesn't matter that you're technically getting no stimulation as you pull most of the toy out of Melone and then drive it back in with your own hips; that doesn't even register. The sight of Melone's hole contracting around the silicone shaft, the sound of Melone's breathing getting heavier, the view of his hands clenching in the bed sheets . . . all of those feel like a tiny release in and of themselves.

It does not take long for you to slide into a rhythm. Melone helps by sliding his hips into you when you pull out, chasing the delicious drag of friction inside of him, so that it feels like a perfectly choreographed dance. The slight curve of the toy serves to hit him in that same spot you'd been so enamoured of earlier; his moans almost pornographic, but very much real.

Melone gives himself over to pleasure when it comes knocking.

You keep hold of one of his hips, but use your other hand to slide around the flat planes of his abdomen until your hand bumps against the stiffness of his cock, resting against his stomach. You're still slick with lube, and it's not hard at all to take grip of it and begin to jerk him off at the same time as you fuck him.

Melone's cry of your name is strangled. You get just a brief view of his face - all pleasure-soaked and hazy and fucked out, his forehead sweaty, his mouth swollen - before you pitch forward and begin to suck and bite at the flesh of his shoulders.

"Y-you're . . ." His words are breathless and needy. Now that he has both sides stimulated, he's losing the ability to be articulate.

Despite what people say about him and his one-track mind, Melone is one of the most intelligent men you know, and it never stops making you utterly giddy when you realise how much power you have over him at moments like this.

"Are you going to come for me?" You breathe against his neck. "C'mon, Mel. I wanna see you make a mess of yourself."

Melone pants. Your hips stroke into him hard; once, twice, three times--

And then he's shaking and trembling and you feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock twitch in your grip. You feel the spatter of his come as it decorates both the sheets and your knuckles. You practically hear the channel of his ass tighten around the intrusion inside of him--

And, more than any of that, you hear Melone's wail as all of the sensations converge on him at once and he shouts out his triumph in a voice that will have Ghiaccio banging on the wall.

You ride him gently through the orgasm, with langurously slow thrusts of your hips and careful coaxing strokes of your hand on his newly-sensitive shaft, kissing the spots you'd bitten and murmuring platitudes about how good he was.

But Melone believes in equivalent exchange, and as you're pulling the toy out of him and he's collapsed on the sheets, he murmurs into the blankets;

". . . Your turn next."

#melone x reader #melone x you #jjba x reader #melone smut #jjba smut #not sfw text #writing #5555 event fic #jojo postin #afab reader #neutral pronouns

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spacedace · 1 year

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Bruce is grateful for the fact that Damian has made friends, he is.

He's happy that his son has met children his own age at school and befriended them. That he is growing from that prickly, unhappy, scarred child he'd first been when he'd come to live with Bruce. That his friends are even normal kids - baring Jon, who is still normal enough despite being the son of Superman and occasionally a super hero himself - with no links to anything strange or dangerous or illegal.

"Oh, sup B."

He just wished that his son's friends were also just a little less...feral.

"Hello Elle."

Elle Nightingale gave him a little wave with the lemon she was holding - or as best as she could considering the space she was working with - and smiled cheekily at him. Bruce felt a headache budding behind his eyes.

"I thought Alfred banned you from the kitchen?" She shifted a bit, nudging a bottle of milk - farm fresh, courtesy of the Kents, passed along via Jon as thanks for looking after him for the weekend. Bruce wished he'd had the foresight to expect that Jonathan Kent staying over for the weekend would mean that Elle, her cousin Billy and their friend BL - the children refused to say the girl’s real name, likely to spite Damian, and thr initials had been a compromise to calling her Box Lunch - would take it as them being permitted to stay over for so long as well. Damian had just given Bruce a an unimpressed look when he'd expressed his surprise at the sudden influx of twelve year olds in his home. As if Bruce was disappointing him at being so foolish as to think his entire pack of hellhounds wouldn't be invading enmass.

"Just getting a snack." He assured her, not wanting her to being the wrath of Alfred down upon his head. The hellions liked doing that, for some reason. "I don't suppose you could tell me what exactly you're doing in my fridge." Bruce tried, looking at the girl curled up in what should have been a deeply uncomfortable position between a few shelves of the large appliance.

Elle grinned. Her canines looked a little too sharp in the odd light of the fridge. Bruce really had to stop thinking of his sons friends as demonic hellions, he was starting to impose impossible features on them when he was sleep deprived.

"We're playing hide and seek." She made direct, unblinking eye contact with him as she brought the whole lemon to her mouth and took a bite out of it like it was an apple. "It’s Day's turn to seek." She added, lemon juice dripping down her chin as she swallowed her bite, rind and all.

Well at least she was getting enough vitimin C.

"Right." He nodded, deciding that it wasn't cowardice that led him not wanting to get involved. No, it was just...good parenting. Letting the kids be kids. It was a sleepover, and Damian was actually playing a game! That was something to be encouraged! Bruce wasn't fleeing from this particular group of children's brand of chaos at all. "...could you hand me one of the fruit cups Alfred made earlier?"

Elle obliged on the condition Bruce didn't tell Damian about her hiding spot and returned to happily eating her...whole lemon...as he shut the fridge door on her.

As he returned to his office he glanced out one of the manor's large windows long enough to see Billy stick his head out from the top of the twelve foot tall topiaries out on the front lawn, checking to see if Damian was about. Bruce shook his head, kids and their ability to climb impossible structures never ceased to amaze him. Billy should be careful not to keep trying to peak for Damian though, he was going to end up getting found that way.

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 2 months

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Can i request like la squadra and their s/o but they are the complete opposite of them?

Like Risotto is stoic and his s/o is emotional or Ghiaccio who is short tempered and his s/o is calm and very nice

ooh this is actually a very cool prompt to write - personality descriptions in prompts make writing feel way less daunting but I understand if readers may not like a less applicable reader. Oh well, gonna write anyways.

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Formaggio

You're finicky, on-edge, and I suppose a bit of a perfectionist(?)...maybe "control freak" is a better way to word it? Either way, you need things to go right, perfectly as you plan.

Not to say Formaggio is careless, but he does things on-the-go (you telling me he planned to jump into the sewers?) and doesn't mind if things get messy.

You two are each other's reasonable thoughts. If you think one of his ideas is too risky and need him to weigh the consequences he'll listen to you completely, and in return he opens you up to just...letting some things happen.

He eases your anxieties when they're excessive, but is beyond attracted to your work ethic and smarts. He'll hold your hands and listen to your every idea if you'll listen to his.

Illuso

Soft-spoken and definitely not a confident one, it's difficult for most people to look at you two and understand how you could've ever gotten together in the first place. Maybe you even have these doubts yourself.

But he never lets you feel those doubts for long. At first he honestly probably wasn't the nicest! But when you managed to capture his heart and hints of a connection began to show, he allowed himself to slow down a bit and really understand you. Care about you.

And when you feel anxious about the relationship, he always reminds you how much he loves you (take it sexually if you want, but I don't mean it like that). Just...only in the mirror world. Trust me, he's not embarrassed about loving you, it's just more comfortable for both of you. His image and your nerves.

In the privacy of his own safe world, he doesn't need to worry about how vulnerable he is, and he can praise and encourage you as much as you need. A moment for him to feel softer and you to feel stronger.

Prosciutto

You must be Pesci's twin or something - difference is he isn't as harsh with you. Sensitive and a follower, not a leader, maybe you feel security in Prosciutto's straightforward, no-nonsense demeanor.

Prosciutto is good at seeing the strengths in someone and raising their confidence as we see in canon, and he surely does it with you. He can see how gentle and well-meaning you are in everything you do and he reminds you of your greatness whenever you fear being "too soft"

In turn you offer the quiet he needs sometimes. He is relatively fine with spending a life alone, but a balance of peace and your company is better than he could've imagined. And don't worry about not being good at comforting others with words, he was never one to enjoy that kind of comfort anyways.

I don't know how else to end this section so....imagine him holding your hand :) DO IT NOW

Pesci

If someone were to describe you, they sure would call you brave, headstrong, and....maybe not the brightest? You aren't stupid! You just...aren't the smartest, and it's very clear. However, your open nature makes it easy for Pesci to talk to you.

You see the sides of Pesci that a lot of people take way too long to notice, like how observant and clever he can be. You don't see him as too soft, you know that he takes his job as seriously as he can.

While his meeker nature doesn't do much to dilute your chaos, he never feels bad about it! You're the light of his life, and honestly he really looks up to you!

If you want to stand up for him when his teammates pick on him, go ahead! I mean, the only thing you'll achieve is becoming their second target, but uh....maybe it's a bonding opportunity?? Even if nothing comes from it, he will love you forever.

Melone

What a fucking prude you are. A prude based on NOTHING. My goodness. Were you a sheltered child perhaps? Jokes aside it's a miracle you two can stand each other. Melone isn't picky with partners but someone like you? You're so incompatible at first that the gang assumed he had other plans for chasing you.

Emphasis on at first. Maybe you were a challenge to him, a "passion project" to see how much he could open you up one way or another. I can't say which ways it worked or not, that's for your own interpretation, but in time you became the most annoying couple the team had ever seen.

If you weren't teasing each other, you were bickering in a tease-y way. And if you weren't bickering, Melone was teaching you some sciencey shit in a voice so syrupy sweet that Ghiaccio's practically retching.

Maybe you try to flip the script, try to pick his brain and open him up like he tries to do to you; oh you're lucky he loves you so much, you're the one person he will do anything for.

Ghiaccio

Growing up the way he did, he learned that everything about him is wrong, and everyone is a threat at worst, liability at best. Even you, with your patient smile and kind words and....how you actually...listened to him rant.

He's scared of you, then pissed at you, then so confused by you he doesn't know what to do. If you didn't make the first move then a relationship just isn't happening. While he's the more assertive of you two, you'll have to do the heavy lifting just that once.

Falling for a person so different is easier, but maintaining the relationship is harder on his end, I'm not even going to lie. Sometimes he's frustrated by your unconditional love, sometimes there's a savior-like feeling he has about you, sometimes he fears these ever-changing feelings, and tried to distance himself from you. But you...always help him through it.

And don't think it's only you changing him, he also encourages you to stand up for yourself, to speak your mind, to put your own mask on first sometimes. (insert italian screaming)

Risotto

He's not emotionless, at least...he doesn't like to think so. But in this line of work he needs to keep a tight lip and blank stare. Something he's perfected. So when he watches you openly sob at a movie, curled against his body as you sniffle and choke, he doesn't get moved to the same extent.

Do you get to see Risotto's true emotions? Yes...in time. You've both got targets tattooed to your back, so if he ever thinks it's safe enough to get close to you to the point of being openly emotional, it's because you've spent several YEARS together.

But he understands you, he feels the same as you as you shout or grin or cry. Not only does he understand your emotions, but you may be secretly amplifying his own. There's no tears, but a tearing, clawing feeling in his heart. No smile, but a fuzz in his face that he can't clear out.

You are the ocean and he is a rock, standing strong through every storm and watching both the rage and the calm with equal admiration.

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heartfullofleeches · 6 months

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A quick intro for my maid bots since it's been a minute since I mentioned them. Linked post will be the oldest fic mentioning them. More posts can be found in their tags below.

Cherry [He/they] - The original maidbot and while all of them have a fruit theme - named after his shiny red coat and cheerful nature. A bubbly and kind not with a slight glitch in his programming that tends to sour his mood and cause him to make little.. errors when interacting with humans that are not his master. Prone to hostile outbursts when met with their master's friends/guests which ranges from dish soap in their drinks to rat posion in their sandwiches.

Clementine [she/it] - A decommissioned military android repurposed into a servant and shipped to reader's house as trail. Extremely cold and untrusting - refusing to allow her master to eat anything without inspection of their meal or cross the street without holding her hand

Lemon [they/them] & Lime [he/them] - A maidbot and cat hybrid companion given to a lonely house spouse reader kept prisoner by their Yan spouse. Both were given to them as ways to nullify their loneliness - Reader's spouse completely unaware of the feelings the bots would develop for Reader.

Lemon is a wolf in sheep's clothing - quiet and polite, but as soon as Reader's spouse is out the door they attempt to woo Reader in ways that start at harmless compliments to boost their self image and slowly work up to suggestive to full on flirting. Lime is in a similar boat where they are sweet when others are around and only slightly clingy towards Reader, but when they're alone with their master Lime is all over them and even more forward than their companion. Can read Reader's stress/mood levels and cuddles up to them whenever they teeter slightly in a way Lime doesn't like. (Contrary to what past anons have thought - Lime is humanoid with some cat features)

Melon [they/she/he] - A maid bot with functions that cater specifically on sexual needs. Damaged in transport which has led to some memory issues she's still working to correct. Ditzy and forgetful, but remembers a lot more than they let on. Not much on him currently since they've only had one post, but I had to add her.

#Cherry my oc #Lime my oc #Lemon my oc #Melon my oc #Clementine my oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere robot #yandere android

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blinkpen · 9 months

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he is so stupid it induces awe it's like watching a whale breach the oceans surface in a foamy spray but so much less majestic

#sporadic warbling #yes thats the new twitter logo as dictated by the melon husk #he wants to rebrand twitter as ' X ' bc that's Cooler #yeah thats the best pick and not the branding so globally ubiquitous 'tweet' is now a commonly recognized verb #the kind of marketing you literally cannot buy #throw it away for Xtreme Kool Letterz

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nicherayyy · 1 year

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la squadra with a child whos really quiet? like dont speak at all unless its really important

La Squadra x quiet Child Reader

You always were really quiet. In fact, it was surprising to you how loud some kids could be. Like?? Why are you yelling in the middle of the store??

You really value silence. There were days when you could sit in your room all the time without a single sound. You don't like to talk much either. You prefer to listen. And sometimes it scared the hell out of La Squadra.

Risotto tries to talk to you whenever he has a spare moment. Sometimes it's not even something important.

"What's your favourite kind of breakfast? I can cook whatever you want"

Though if he sees that you don't want to talk right now, he'll just leave you alone. He understands how tiring can be sometimes. But if you need to talk about anything, he is always here for you.

On the other hand, Prosciutto is worried about you. At first he even thought that you were too shy to talk to them. For this reason, he spent a lot of time with you.

"Look, there's nothing to be shy about. How about you tell me about your day"

But over time he saw that you simply preferred silence. So he left you be. But honestly, he's so happy when you talk to him.

Illuso finds it amusing. He had never seen a child that would remain silent bc they just want to. When you first spoke to him he was shocked.

"Wow, you can talk"

But he don't mind. He likes the silence. Although sometimes he wouldn't mind listening to your thoughts.

Formaggio's sad about it. Here he thought that he got a new buddy, and you're just.. being silent?? That's a shame. No matter how much others beg him to leave you alone, he still tries to stick to you with his stupid questions.

"What colour of cereal do you like?"

Pesci is cool with this. If you don't like to talk then just don't. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. Sometimes he likes to just sit with you in silence. But when you talk to him he feels so honoured.

"Y-yes? Do you need something? Are you okay?"

Melone don't mind your quietness. Though he wish he could talk to you more often. But he loves how attentively you listen to him.

"So I read this book yesterday-"

And when you start the conversation he's so overjoyed! Please, talk to the poor man.

Ghiaccio don't like this situation at all. He thinks you hate him and that's the reason you won't talk with him.

"Why don't you just talk? What's your problem?"

Melone had to explain him for a long time that it's just who you are and it's nothing to do with him.

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ourdawnishotterthanourday · 9 months

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ANNOUNCEMENT — SEVENTEEN World

✧ The second chapter — Melon Pang! (Coming soon!!)

— CEO au, optional SMUT [18+], fluff, angst, slow-burn, strangers to lovers; word count: 10k+ (but based on the storyline probably closer to 20-30k lol)

💼 Part of the SEVENTEEN World Series ღ I advise you to read the prologue and Wonwoo's chapter first :) ✎ Really couldn't wait to share this teaser with you all!!!! But please note that it may take a while for me to publish the actual chapter since I still have a lot to write and I really want it to be perfect :') But I will (hopefully) publish some smaller projects while you wait for the chapter ^^

Barista!reader x Managing CEO Choi Seungcheol ~ The last thing Seungcheol expected was to argue with a random stranger in a bakery after an awfully stressful day. But how could he not when this person was about to take the last melon pan? You were in a similar position. Your boss had been nagging you non-stop at work and all you wanted was your favorite snack, followed by a movie marathon on the couch. Instead, you find yourself having to deal with this stubborn guy who thinks the whole world is his.

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“Excuse me?” You turned around at the sound of a male voice, assuming that he was talking to you since the bakery was pretty much empty at this hour.

“Can I help you?” you asked wearily, raising your eyebrows at the blond man that had approached you – the mask he was wearing covered most of his face, so it was hard to get a read on him. And seeing as you’d gone through your fair share of uncomfortable encounters with strangers, it was only natural for you to have your guard up.

To your surprise, he pointed towards the hand that was holding the snack you were planning on buying. “Would you mind giving me that melon pan? I really need it tonight,” he spoke.

Your weary expression slowly morphed into a confused one as you raised the sweet bread slightly. “This...melon pan?” you asked, wondering where this was going.

The stranger nodded. “Yes, that one. I just got off from work and I’ve had a pretty rough day, so I need it. It’s my favorite snack and I’m not planning to leave the store without it.”

You almost wanted to laugh at the audacity of this guy. As if you would hand it over just because he supposedly ‘needed’ it. It wasn’t your problem that you'd been faster.

“Well, it happens to be my favorite snack too and I’ve also had a pretty rough day, so no. I’m not giving it to you.”

“Oh, come on. What’s it going to take? Name your price,” he motioned before reaching into his pocket to pull out what you assumed was his wallet. What the hell was he doing?

“I just told you, I’m not giving you this melon pan,” you responded firmly – your free hand automatically squeezed into a fist as you tried to keep your blood pressure under control. Getting into an argument with some random stranger was not part of the relaxing evening you’d planned.

“And I said, name your price. Everyone has one. How much do you want for it? Fifty thousand won? A hundred thousand? More? Just tell me. Money is not an issue here,” he shrugged nonchalantly, his wallet now wide open for you to see.

His outrageous proposition left you in a state of awe. The disgust was no doubt evident on your face, but he didn’t seem to care one bit.

“Are you seriously trying to bribe me for a fucking melon pan?!”

Judging by the way he was dressed, you were pretty certain that the guy was loaded – the combination of the dark brown suit and black coat he was wearing probably cost more than what you earned in a whole month.

Still, that didn’t give him the right to treat others like garbage.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He didn’t. “You have something that I want. You’re not giving it to me, so I’m offering you an alternative that will make both of us happy,” he stated, completely oblivious to the fact that he was coming off as an entitled asshole.

“You are so unbelievably rude,” you scoffed. “I’ve never met anyone as ignorant and entitled as you. Just wow. If that’s how you treat people in your life, then you probably don’t have many friends.”

It was clear that your words had struck a nerve when the shameless stranger narrowed his eyes in response. “I’m rude? I think you are pretty rude to someone who’s just trying to reason with you. Trust me, if you had any idea who I was, you wouldn’t be speaking to me like that.”

Oh look, he’s a narcissist too...surprising.

“Listen, mister whatever-your-name-is. I’m going to say this one time. I don’t give two shits about who you are and I’m not giving you my melon pan, so you can keep your damn money. Now, I’m going to walk away, pay for my snack and leave so that this,” you motioned between the two of you, “doesn’t escalate into something worse. Have a good life,” was the last thing you said before rushing towards the checkout.

Your blood was boiling by the time you left the store. The whole encounter with the rude stranger had put another damper on your mood, leaving you with a bitter taste in your mouth. Because just who the fuck did he think he was? And what kind of weirdo would try to bribe someone for a melon pan?

You truly hoped to never see him again.

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brittle-doughie · 8 months

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Since melon bun cookie and goblin cookie are rivals, and I saw the post about Y/N Cookie falling asleep in Goblin's bag, how would melon react to goblin taking off with a sleeping Y/N who fell asleep while helping melon bun cookie?

Melon Bun would be bewildered that this gremlin had you in his treasure sack of all places! And you were asleep?! Did he kidnap you?! Was this why you went missing while helping you with this mine?!

She won’t let this slide, she’s going after Goblin Cookie and rescuing you from his clutches!

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cr ovenbreak #melon bun cookie

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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year

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Seducing La Squadra ♡ (Suggestive)

This one's for my babygirl @jojowifey 😘 hi sorry if these are a little half-assed it's sleepy tired hours. Not including Sorb and Gel this time around because tbh I don't really see them being into getting hit on at the bar? I mean they're a couple why would you want to hit on them ANYWAY-

#7– Formaggio

•Easiest to seduce into taking home... My guy's a horndog. Some nights you wouldn't even need to try, just give him a flirty wink and you're set. Desperate much? Maybe, just a little... Can you blame him? Being in the Mafia is stressful stuff. Other nights, just be confident, offer him a drink, tell him how sexy he looks, he'll be falling in love on the spot.

#6– Prosciutto

•You could not believe the stress this man is under even if you tried. The only reason you'd find him at a bar is to relax, with a drink or with a lucky lady. He has more dignity than Formaggio though, and will take his time getting to know you. But he's still a needy man, and he loves a woman who takes charge; sit in his lap, feel him up, tell him how you feel. How can he refuse?

#5– Melone

•Similar level to Maggi, but you need some more umpf trying to get him to leave the bar. Melone is all for flirting it up with you in public though, so have your fun. He's also a sucker for light touches. Hands ghosting up his arms, playing with his hair. It drives him wild, and he'd love to feel more of you. Teasing him is a sure fire way to leaving the bar with him.

#4– Illuso

•Attention, attention, attention. Make him feel noticed. Compliment his appearance, compliment him, his dick will go flying off. But seriously, you may call it narcissism, but 'Luso doesn't get as much attention as you'd expect :( just treat him good, and you're set. He isn't as easy as the rest, but after some getting to know you, he'll feel comfortable enough to take you home, and maybe more ;3

#3– Risotto

•Similar to Prosciutto, Risotto doesn't go out much unless it's to relax. The best way to get along with Risotto is to get to know him, and help him unwind first, maybe some light drinks could help. It takes some time, but if you're patient you'll get to see a new side of him, something softer, and a little more flirty. You might not get a ride home on the first night, but Risotto wouldn't mind slipping you a private phone number if you want to try a second go.

#2– Ghiaccio

•Ghia isn't all hard headedness, he's a young adult who's easy to fluster. But too much teasing will make him upset. Tread lightly at first, get to know him deep down before you shoot your shot. At some point you'll be able to joke with him without problem, but full on flirting? This boy will short circuit. It may be cute, but don't dote on him too hard. Trying to seduce Ghia is 50/50, depending on his mood you may be able to leave with him, or it may end in just light hearted flirting.

#1– Pesci

•Oh boy oh boy. Pesci is the hardest to seduce. Not because he isn't in to it, but my boy can be a little... Dense. And being headstrong there's the chance he'll freeze up and get turned off to the whole experience. Pesci really isn't into one night stands or the like, and would much rather prefer something more steady, if that's what you're into. You might not leave that night with him on your arm, but you could leave with a number, and a lil kiss on the hand.

#btw tell me if you want me to stop using babygirl i feel like I've been using it a lot lately #steamy writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #golden wind #risotto nero x reader #ghiaccio x reader #melone x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio x reader #la squadra #la squadra x reader #jjba headcanons

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cakesmelons · 4 months

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HE'S SOO!!!

#I am giving him a million kisses HES SO!!#melon. melon I love him. why is he so so prettty. so beautiful. gorgeous. he might kill me but!!#sunnymainecoon #sunnymainecoonx #where tf did this x come from sunny?????#NOT my art #submission #hehehe that's how he lures you >:3 #all pretty just so his next meal comes right over to him <3333 #now what he does with said meal is up to his mood ;3c

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rae-pss · 9 months

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(y/n): mel, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

melone, naked in (y/n)'s bed: no, i absolutely do not.

(y/n), already taking off their clothes: fuck… me neither.

#— quotes.#— jjba.#jjba x reader #melone jjba #melone x reader #jojo melone #jjba melone #melone jojo #la squadra #la squadra di esecuzione #melone x you #melone x y/n #jjba incorrect quotes

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emphasisondrvgs · 7 months

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Waking up next to them ~ Liyue edition (Xiao, Zhongli)

I haven't been motivated recently so these are SUFFOCATINGLY short :(

Xiao

The adeptus eyes' open to you grinning sweetly in his arms, the blankets fuzzy and warm from last night. He lets out a breath, enjoying your embrace as much as he could before he had to go to work. Everything seemed to be all too stressful nowadays, and you were his escape. His home was in your arms, and you weren't exactly about to wake up and start poking fun at him for it. He could enjoy the warmth, at least for now.

And when you would wake up, you'd be smothered in kisses and affection from the yaksha.

Zhongli

It had been a while since he had somebody be so trustful of him. The last person to be as confiding in him was Guizhong, and she wasn't here anymore.

But he was alright with that.

He had moved on to somebody new, you; and he loved you dearly. He wraps his arms around you and sighs, content with your head on his chest. Everything seemed at peace for once, the world around you two stilling into nothing.

He was most content, as he often was.

#genshin fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #xiao x you #hey melon i have something for you (xiao)#snippet #small fanfic #quick read

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 11 months

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good morning/afternoon/evening, i saw your request open and i was wondering if you'd be up to write some headcanons about risotto & ghiaccio with a gn! s/o who likes to take care of them; whether it's combing/washing their hair, making meals for them, helping them relax after a day of work, etc.

feel free to delete/ignore this request if it's not of your liking. and, thanks in advance (<3).

I actually received another anon request asking for something similar-

- so I'm just gonna lump them all into one big heaping pile of headcanons! Thank you for the requests <333 La Squadra with a house husband/wife who loves to take care of them

Formaggio

Loves it so so so so much

How lucky he is to have an s/o like you, doting on him and putting in so much work for the two of you.

Always goes to you to massage out any aches from the day

Hugs you from behind while you're in the middle of cooking every time. No matter what. It's not a problem at all unless it leads to you getting something on yourself or getting burnt (in that case he'll apologize - then do it again the very next time.)

In return, he tries his best to treat you whenever he can. He buys you sweet lil gifts all the time, leaving them around for you to find while he's out on missions <333333

Illuso

All those pigtails of his? Yeah, they aren't much, but every time he puts his hair into them he considers asking you to do it instead. He never does, but if you find him doing his hair with a dumb smile on his face, that's why.

Need I say this man praises you and your work?

"Smells amazing, doll, whatcha cooking this time?"

"Damn, the room's spotless! You worked real hard, didn't ya?"

gives you a big ol' smorch on the lips....sigh....

Prosciutto

It's the kind of s/o he always pictured himself having, this is just what he expected life to have in store for him.

As a result, he sort of treats the things you do pretty casually. If you didn't know better you'd say he doesn't notice or care.

But of course, you know him better than that. The kiss on your knuckles before every meal and the quick compliments he gives you throughout the day are how he lets you know he loves you and the work you do.

It's the way he intertwines his fingers with yours in the late hours of the night, you two tucked in bed, that lets you know it's all appreciated.

Pesci

Oh Pesci.. oh this boy...

No matter how many times you do all these nice things for him, no matter how much of an everyday thing it is, it makes him feel so incredibly special every single time.

Every sweet thing you do for him has him practically blubbering out "thank you"s and "you're so sweet"s

Oh my GOODNESS. PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. his hairstyle may be strange (all of La Squadra's are), but please please please run your fingers through it, ruffle it around, mess it up a bit, he loves it.

BONUS POINTS if you get a hairbrush and fix up his messy hair afterwards. Oh he's putty in your hands.

Will do anything he can to return the favors, unless you tell him he doesn't have to. augghhh

damn i got passionate about this one

Melone

Remember how I said Formaggio hugs you from behind while you cook? Well, Melone does that too.

But unlike Formaggio he does it while you're doing literally anything. You could be scrubbing the toilet and he's embracing ya and peppering kissing down your neck and. probably distracting you quite a bit.

But also unlike Formaggio, Melone stops when asked, or when it's clear his affection is making it super hard for you to work.

He'd love it for you to braid his hair, and if you have long enough hair, he'll braid your hair too.

If there's ever a day where you aren't doing too hot, sick in bed and he has the day to stay home, he'll be your house husband for the day. A perfect chance for him to give back some kindness ;3

Ghiaccio

It's no surprise that he's coming home with a million things to complain about. So he'll pace around the kitchen and ramble while you make dinner. He's usually irritable at this time, might get picky with how you cut ingredients or how long you cook for.

Still loves everything you make, even if it's not to his exact specifications. Mutters out a "thanks" afterwards and pulls you close to press a looong kiss to your forehead.

Lets you massage the immense amounts of tension out of him. Also wants you to run your fingers through his hair, brushing through his curls and massaging his scalp. For once he stays silent, sighing and leaning into your loving touch.

This man spouts a million words a minute, but he knows he doesn't need to speak to let you know how much he loves you. He just basks in your comfort. Damn, you treat him so well.

Risotto

He loves the caring part of you, he really does, but at the start of your relationship you may need to tell him a few times to stop saying things like "you know, you don't have to do that for me."

Eventually you reach a compromise, and when it comes to cooking and cleaning, you two make it a team effort whenever he's around.

When it comes to helping him relax after work though, he never complains (anymore) about your pampering.

a comforting bath, your hands scrubbing sweet scents through his hair, a moment where he doesn't need to focus on anything except his s/o.

He dreams of having these moments for the rest of his life, holding you close in the eerie silent night and cherishing every second you love him and care for him.

#aaaaa very first headcanons post for these fuckers #I HOPE I DID IT OKAY???#no pressure but if anyone's willing to tell me how i did...id appreciate it...#i definitely struggled most with risotto and melones...#i promise ill hopefully get better the more i write <3 #la squadra #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto x reader #thank you anon one and two for you requests!!#i finished this in the middle of class so if theres a dip in quality thats why

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lajulie24 · 9 months

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It Had to Be You

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2023 - Day 1: Anniversary / Memory

Inspired by When Harry Met Sally… (companion playlist here)

The first thing that General Han Solo and former Chief of State Princess Leia Organa did after entering the room for the interview was request that the documentary team dispense with their formal titles. Well, that, and give the crew a taste of the playful banter that apparently is a hallmark of their marriage.

“Just Leia, please,” the Princess said, shaking Selsama’s hand warmly. “No need for formalities for us.”

“Speak for yourself, Sweetheart,” Solo countered, giving his wife a sly grin and then turning to Selsama. “You can call me General Prince Consort Grand Real Important His Worshipfulness Han Solo,” he said, as Leia rolled her eyes.

“You think you’re funny, but you’re not,” she admonished him as they sat down, though she was doing a poor job of concealing her smile.

“I’m hilarious, and you love it,” her husband insisted.

Before they began, Selsama went over the basic of the project again – “Love and War,” a retrospective on the Galactic Civil War from the perspective of love and romance, produced in commemoration of the 40th anniversary of the Alliance’s decisive victory at the Battle of Endor. This would be one of several interviews with committed mates who had been involved with the Rebellion.

Selsama smiled as the couple settled in close to one another on the small loveseat. Though their gray hair and wrinkled features definitely showed the four decades since the war, their expressions and manner towards one another immediately brought to her mind the candid holos of them from the war archives. Which, impossibly, seemed to have mostly been taken before they were officially together.

“So, let’s get started with something basic. Tell us about how you met,” Selsama said.

Now Leia was the one who had a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes. “The first time we met, we hated each other,” she began.

“You didn’t hate me, you ordered me into a trash compactor!” Han protested.

“You broke into an Imperial detention area with no plan to get out! And then you nearly got us killed.”

“Well, we both did that. We almost got smashed in that trash compactor, remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” Leia replied. “You helped me stay on top of the garbage.”

Han and Leia paused and smiled at each other, as if there were more to that memory than what they were saying. Well, it was Selsama’s job to capture that, so she was going to do her damnedest to do so.

“What were your impressions of each other, during that first meeting?”

“Bossy,” Han blurted out, and Leia scowled at him. “I know, I know, I didn’t like being told what to do, and you decided you were the boss of me five seconds in.” He grinned at his wife. “I did tell Luke you had a lot of spirit. Always liked that.”

Leia smiled back. “I thought he had a lot of courage,” she told Selsama. “We were in a tough situation, and he didn’t back down. We were going to escape or die trying.”

More shared looks between them, a conversation all of its own.

“Tell us a little bit about how you got together. When did that happen?” Selsama asked.

Han and Leia looked at each other for a beat, and then Han turned toward the camera again and shrugged. “‘S hard to pick an exact moment. We met, we escaped the Death Star, I left…”

“And then you came back,” Leia added. “And helped destroy it.” She had a rather smug look on her face for some reason.

“You knew I would.”

“I had a good feeling,” Leia continued, “that you were more than you seemed. And you stayed.”

“Right,” Han continued. “And then we became friends. We were friends for a long time.”

“And then we weren’t.”

“And then we fell in love.”

#hanleiaweek2023 #myfic #hanleia #han x leia #star wars #leia organa #han solo #when harry met sally #i can picture leia saying ‘I knew the way you know about a good melon’ can’t you?#hanleiacelebration

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