mimi writes

(WARNINGS: mentions of parental neglect, divorce, death, child abandonment)

Risotto Nero:

Risotto is a 7'0 (totally not my size kink showing) olive tan Sicilian guy, abandoned by his parents after he first opened his eyes due to his strange appearance and cared for by his grandmother. (cough cough credit to tenthgrove for the amazing story) Grew up close to his cousin since he had very few people in his life, that's why he was crushed by his death. After getting his revenge he felt like he couldn't return home, and turned to Passione instead. I feel like he's got a thick accent and deep sultry voice (much like the one from the fan made italian dub on youtube!!) His eyelashes are definately long and white, and I feel like he has many brown sun spots like I do! He often bumps his head on door frames, tells a dark joke but nobody knows it's a joke so they just think he's incredibly fucked up, and when he gets into a car you can see it shift from his weight. Has no preference for tea or coffee, he will drink what's available to him. His hands? Big and rough, they're scarred all over and he wears silver rings. Has a few piercings like snake bites and an eyebrow ring. Dick piercings. His favorite food is pasta alla norma.

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto is from Florence, he grew up with his parents there for a bit before moving to Palermo with his mom after they divorced. His favorite memory of growing up is staring down at baby Pesci in his crib. He's 30 years old, 5'9, and has an overbite + tooth gap. His voice is somewhat deep and has an accent, but not as thick as Risotto's. Has a terrible habit of blowing cigar smoke into people's faces, spitting while yelling, and taking way too long styling his hair in that weird triple bun style. Is more of a coffee drinker than tea, he enjoys a good black coffee or an espresso. His hands are very pretty, like slim yet thick fingers and soft to the touch because he moisturizes them with the finest lotions and creams. Sometimes he likes to wear a corset in the privacy of his room, he thinks they're extremely beautiful and he has a collection of really detailed ones. His favorite food is bistecca alla fiorentina.

Pesci:

Is Prosciutto's half brother related by their mother. Pesci is from Palermo, and grew up with no father figure since he left and was no where to be found after he was born, Prosciutto made sure to be a big brother figure to him because of that, their relationship is unbreakable since they only had each other from the start. He's 22 years old, 6'0 and has a blotchy birth mark on his cheek. His voice is neutral, neither high nor deep, but he does have an accent slightly stronger than his brother. Has a habit of chewing on the inside of his cheek when nervous, tapping his feet on the ground, and let's people talk over him even though he hates it (my boy is socially anxious). Prefers tea over coffee, coffee upsets his stomach. His hands are large and slightly calloused on the palms, but very warm and pleasant to feel. Wears dark green lipstick because Prosciutto said he needed something "striking" about his look. His favorite food is caponata.

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio grew up as a troubled teen in Naples, often getting into fights at school which caused his grades to fall unfortunately. His parents were neglectful, constantly screaming at him until they eventually kicked him out when he was 19. He tried his best to survive on the streets for years having no where else to turn, barely living in some run down dingy apartment. Risotto found him in an alleyway when he was 25. He's decently tall, standing at 5'10. He has a habit of falling alseep in random places such as the couch or backseat of the car, yelling and ranting about things he barely finds himself caring about, and using up all of the hot water in the shower. Prefers coffee over tea, he likes the caffeine boost which is why he has a slight addiction to red bull energy drinks (if you look in his trash can you'll see cans piled up.) His voice is actually pretty high compared to his teammates, which is why some people (Illuso and Formaggio) call him "Screacher." Hands are medium sized, his skin is slightly rough on the knuckles and finger tips, and feel chilly to the touch. Has a stash of identical glasses in his rooms incase they break on a mission. His favorite food is frutti di mare.

Melone:

Melone is from Florence as well. His parents were also extremely neglectful, but he never picked up on it while growing up. Some of his odd natures like being clingy & touchy, come from lack of attention as a child, he just wants love and a family deep down. He's 5'7 and his eye covered by hair has foggy vision. Has a bad habit of not knocking on people's door/making his presence known before entering people's rooms, working late at night, shouting "Di Molto!" at inappropriate times. Loves tea way more than coffee because of some of the weird health benefits they have. His voice is light and a bit feminine (much like Enmu from Kimetsu No Yaiba). Another one with very pretty hands, slim fingers with well cared for nails, also soft and supple skin. Enjoys cross-dressing very much, not just in the privacy of his own room but anywhere, he'll even dress feminine to lure in targets at clubs and casinos. His favorite food is zeppole.

Illuso:

Illuso grew up in Padua, right near Venezia. His mother was not in the picture so it was just him and his father, until one day when he returned home his father never came back. He already knew his father was wrapped up into organized crime, it was only a matter of time this happened. Inside he blames himself, thought there was nothing he could do to prevent what happened. He covers his grief up with a cocky and egotistical facade to protect his own feelings, but really he just wants someone to give him affection. He's one of the tallest members of the group, being 6'3. He prefers tea over coffee, because he doesn't like the bitterness of it. Has a bad habit of passing through ANYBODY'S mirrors including the bathroom ones, acting like he's superior, and leaving lights on in rooms accidentally. His voice is quite smooth and pleasing on the ears but not actually that deep. His hands are average sized, thick fingers but smooth skin since he also used lotion. Likes to paint his nails, not just black but any color he feels like. Hot pink? Sure why not, fuck it. He likes the sparkly colors too. His favorite food is calamari.

Formaggio:

Formaggio grew up in Padua just like Illuso, with his father in the house. His mother on the other hand, was always out clubbing or partying. Unlike the others, his father was actually a pretty decent influence on him, teaching him the important things in life were the people around you. Because of his father's lessons, he cares for his team like brothers and is always trying to lighten the air by cracking a joke. He's 5'11 and has more freckles and sunspots than the rest since he used to be outside constantly as a child and teen. Has a bad habit of leaning one of his arms on everything next to him (including people), talking with his mouth full, and leaving beer cans everywhere. Doesn't have a preference for coffee or tea since he barely drinks either unless it's coffee in the morning sometimes. His voice is deep, lazy and slow, though its a bit rough when he laughs you could still probably fall asleep listening to him talk. Rough hands, calloused on the palms a bit, as well as a few burn scars on them. Secretly likes to watch soap operas and telenovelas, he'll tell you it's "lame and unmanly" but you'll still catch him crying on the couch eating a pint of ice cream because he was watching the series finale of Rosalinda. His favorite food is rigatoni specifically with red sauce.

Everyone’s heard of catboys. Elusive and sly little men, cute and shy with that zest of ‘feminine’ energy that so many women fawned over. With cute tails, perky triangle ears… simply said, human men can’t compare to them.

Except, you don’t care for catboys that much.

Unknown to you though, was another kind of boy. A dogboy. And, you were about to meet one.

_____ You didn’t consider yourself someone who would become desperate enough to go on a dating app, yet there you were, swiping away at tinder. Blond haired men, men holding fish, ugly unkempt beards… hadn’t you heard that men don’t wash their beards? You sigh and curse yourself for the attraction to them. There’s some catboys too, but just like their feline ancestors, they are snobby as fuck. Not to mention, they probably have a shit ton of right swipes. You continue to swipe left on profiles almost automatically, until the monotony of white men with brown hair suddenly stops.

He’s still white, but his hair is anything but brown. It’s bright bubblegum pink, accented with a fluffy headband, bow and all decorated in purple stripes. He has cute freckles dotted on his cheeks, and you can even see some cute dots on his hands that are posed up in a v shape. Your heart flutters a bit, and for the first time in a while you feel attraction towards someone on that app. But of course, appearances aren’t everything, so you open up the profile and take a little look.

“Hello what’s up, my name is Doppio! I’m just here to meet some people and hopefully meet someone who I can spend a while with 🥰🥰  I like frogs, food (esp meats) and prog rock, but I can talk to mostly everyone about anything. Hit me up!”

You have no idea what prog rock is, but the guy seems nice enough, so you hit him with a right swipe.

For a while, you enjoy yourself at the coffee shop, continuing to scroll through random apps while you eagerly wait on a message from him. A few minutes into that game where you put icing on fruits and other things, your phone buzzes and you get a little smiling emoji.

You have absolutely no idea what you’re about to get yourself into.

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It’s a week or two later when you decide to meet each other, and ironically, you decide on the coffee shop that you were at those days ago. You sit at a bench near the bar with an ice tea in your hand and wait patiently for him. You’re hoping that he’s not too good to be true, though.

Over the week that you talked to him, you’ve learned a lot about him. He’s half italian, half american, he’s still in college (like you) and really loves the outdoors. Like, a lot. He asked you if you’d like to go hiking with him after having coffee together, but you politely decline. You’ve watched enough true crime shows to know where that was going. (but don’t worry, doppio wouldn’t do anything like that to you.) Instead, you both decide to have a drink and then go to your place.

Just out of the corner of your eye, you can see something bright pink. You know right away that it’s that hair that you’ve been checking out the entire week, and a smile begins to grow on your face. He seems to see you too, and when you wave him over he excitedly shimmies over to your seat and sits next to you. You have a drink for him too, it’s a hot cocoa with extra whipped cream, the way that you like it. He looks down at the drink with a shocked expression on his face and you nod, he then takes his drink in both of his hands.

“I…” He’s blushing really hard while you take a sip of your coffee, himself warming his fingers with the warm beverage, “It’s so good to finally meet you… You’re…” He looks at his drink, obviously embarrassed, “You’re really pretty…”

You brush a strand of hair out of your face and smile, taking a sip of your drink. Doppio’s sipping his drink too, and when you take a look at him, you can see that he’s wearing a headband. Just like in all of the other pictures he’s sent you of himself, he’s wearing it. Of course it’s a different color just like the others, but a bit of curiosity is beginning to tingle inside of you.

“I hope this isn’t rude but…” You take a moment to look at the rest of his body, and he’s… dressed, to say the least, for the fall. He’s wearing a orange sweater, brown khakis and some ugg boots with his jacket wrapped around his waist, and of course, the headband. “I was wondering why you always wear that headband… It’s in every pic you sent me…” You give an awkward little giggle and his cheeks flush red.

“I um…” He smooths out the wrinkles in his headband and puts his hands back down, “It’s kinda a medical thing… I can explain to you later on, it’s a bit embarrassing…”

Your cheeks turn flushed and you stop looking at his headband. “Oh, I’m. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine it’s fine! I get it alot, It’s just embarrassing to talk about in public for me…”

Together, you spend the time at the cafe drinking your drinks and conversing. You realize that most of your conversations turn to music, and that’s not something you particularly dislike. You have a good ear, and any music recommendations were welcome to you. Just as he said earlier, he likes progressive rock, stuff like King Crimson, Yes, Emerson Lake & Palmer, you didn’t understand the message behind some of the songs but you did agree that a lot of them were very funky. At one point, he even tells you to plug your headphones into this weird dual listening device, and you’re both able to listen to a song called One More Red Nightmare. His are bluetooth of course, so you can’t see his ears that are ever so conveniently hidden behind his headband.

After you’re done listening to music together, you decide to retire to your house. He kicks off his shoes near the door and you begin to start a fire in your fireplace so you can get nice and toasty. The both of you sit around the fire, and he warms his toes while you warm your hands. Even though the fire was so delightful, your mind was still thinking about the headband and the “medical issue” that he has.

“Um…” You look over at him, his jacket still dangling around his waist, “I was wondering if you could tell me about the headband… I’m sorry if it’s not okay, I just want to know, I’m not going to judge you or anything.”

“It’s okay! It’s, it’s fine!” Doppio forces a little smile and holds his hands in his lap, looking at you. “It’s just that um. I feel like I should have told you in the first place…”

Your mind immediately runs to the worst conclusions. Does he have some kind of brain cancer? Was he balding? “I don’t think it can be that bad…” You say to him. “Well, um.” Doppio begins to pull the headband backwards, and you can see little tufts of pink hair popping higher than the rest. Your heart stops, oh no.. was he a… ?? When the headband is fully pulled back, you can see two floppy ears on his head. AS he wiggles his head they jiggle around, and you can think it’s just a bit cute…

“You’re… You’re a catboy?” You try to hide your disdain. Your heterosexuality is already somewhat fragile, and it seemed like every day the catboy species tested you even more. Sure they may be cute, they may purr when you scratch behind their adorable little kitty ears, but god damn, did they act like cats. Cats as a whole are cute, they’re supposed to be a bit sassy and cute like that, but you didn’t like when men acted like that. Not to mention that most catboys are flocked over by other women, and the popularity seems to go straight to their head, even though catboys were just as common as someone being born a normal boy.

“I’m not a catboy.”

Immediately every thought about catboys leaves your brain and you are completely dumbfounded. Doppio then takes the jacket away from his rear, and you can see a fluffy tail, curled up against his bottom. If he wasn’t a catboy, then what was he? Are the ears fake? Was he some kind of imposter? You almost want to reach out and grab his ears, but your rational brain tells you to stop. They’re clearly attached to his body, and when you look to where normal human ears are supposed to be, there are none.

“I’m … I’m a dogboy…”

Oh! He was a dogboy. Wait, what the fuck is a dogboy?

“So you’re like a cat boy but… a dog?”

“Mhm!” He tilts his head and just like a dog, his ears flop to the side. “But I kinda like to be called a puppyboy instead…”

Oh no, oh no… Your heart is starting to beat really fast and you begin to blush. You’re more of a dog person, but you didn’t think that your heart would yearn for a literal dog-person. Why did finding this out immediately make your heart throb? Is this what other girls feel when they see catboys?

You don’t realize that you have been staring at him for a while.

“Is it… is it bad?” He asks, snapping you out of your love filled daze.

“Oh! Um!” You put your hands together like you were in a prayer, “I think it’s great! I’ve uh, I’ve never met a d- I mean a puppyboy before…”

“Yeah… there’s a lot of catboys around town but we’re a lot… lot more uncommon… Like, if there's one catboy born every second, we’re born once every year or two… Some people don’t even think that we exist.”

“That… sounds really tough.” You don’t know exactly what to say about that but still… “Well um I think you exist!”

Jesus, what the hell does that mean? You think he exists? He’s right in front of you! You try to dispel any negative thoughts from your head and laugh it off awkwardly, “Does uh, being a puppyboy mean anything? Like do you act like a puppy?”

“Yeah!” You can hear his tail pattering against your hardwood flooring and your heart skips a beat, it’s so damn cute. “It’s why I like going outside and eating a lot of meat.”

You’re gritting your teeth. He’s so fucking cute. Your mind is numb with the absolute cuteness that is sitting right next to you. Doppio’s fidgeting around a bit, and you can sense that the aura in the room is beginning to get quite awkward. His toes, that you just now see are painted, curl when a small breeze blows the warm air towards his feet.

“Well…” you begin, looking into the crackling fire in front of you, “I’m glad you told me. I don’t really have anything that I could tell you back but…”

“That’s alright.” He smiles at you, tilting his head and with it, those cute puppy ears move with him. “I’m just glad that you don’t mind.”

You spend the rest of the night together like that. You sit by the fire for a bit, and then go to the kitchen to find any leftover cookie sets. You eventually find it, and then spend a while cooking and eating together. Later on, you walk him to his car with a plastic box full of cookies, and say goodbye to him.

As you watch him drive off, you realize that you’re in love.

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You’ve been together for almost two years now. The flow of time connects you back to the same winter season you first met each other in, the bitter cold was starting to come upon you. You were glad though, instead of being alone during the holiday season like you had been so many years ago, you were living with the love of your life.

Over the years you’ve been together, his dog-like characteristics come out more, and you find it endearingly cute. The way, even when he’s a bit angry at you, his tail wags when you call him, or his ears perk up when you call for him, you could watch it a thousand times and it’d never grow old.

He’s laying on the rug next to your fireplace, blanket half covering his body, but you can see his little tail wagging over his warm covers. A green and red ugly sweater covers most of his body, it’s so big that he doesn’t really need to wear much of anything underneath it. It was your faux-nightie many moons ago, you gave it to him last year when neither of you could see each other because of finals. It was your first and only gift to him, and he was only able to get you a card (but it was extremely sweet and heartfelt). You couldn’t have it be this way this year.

Your mind races through many ideas of gifts. What does Doppio like? He already has a lot of records, maybe a band shirt that you wore for a while? But what time would you have to wear it and get your scent in it? You didn’t know, and so the thought of a smell personalized shirt leaves your mind.

Then, another thought comes to you.

A collar.

Would that be patronizing? You had to think about it, it really seemed like it would be, but Doppio is the kind of guy who really accepts the dog side of him. You could imagine him in a collar. Maybe a purple one to contrast his bubblegum pink hair, and it’d have a dog tag with your name on it, oh, your heart flutters imagining your cute boyfriend walking around in a collar like that. You made your mind up. You were buying him a collar.

When it finally comes time to give it to him though, your stomach is flopping and you’re terrified. Doppio’s still laying on the rug and you’re still on the couch, nervously scrolling through your phone with the box in your pocket. You know that you have to woman up eventually though, and you stammer a bit while looking at him.

“I um.” You tap your fingers on the couch, watching as his ears turn towards you, “I wanted to give you a gift early.”

Doppio takes the blankets off of his body, carrying it to the couch as he sits right next to you. He seems cozy, snuggling up right next to you and laying his head on your shoulder. You can tell he’s asking you what the gift is, without using any words. You take the collar out of your pocket and place it on your lap, imploring him to open it. His hands move on top of yours and he lifts the lid off, before his eyes meet the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life.

The outside is an expensive purple leather, the inside had fluffy white faux fur which would press upon his neck. Gold spots are along the middle of the collar, they were nice and cold on his fingers, but what Doppio’s eyes find the most interesting is a dog tag, with his name bedazzled in pink gems in it. And, the back of it has your name and phone number on it.

Your stomach is continuously flopping as Doppio surveys the collar, his fingers running over the fur and the leather and his studded up name. He holds it up to put it around his neck, and buckles up the back.

“I love it.”

A weight is lifted off of your shoulders immediately.

Doppio is blushing while he fits the collar around him. He loves how snug it fits around his neck, the slight jingle of the name tag is soothing to his soft, floppy ears. With a deep and satisfied sigh, Doppio lays his head on your lap, looking up at you with his sweet brown eyes.

“This is the best gift anyone’s gotten me like, ever…” You can hear Doppio’s tail patting up against the couch while he repositions your head to lay on you. “I dunno what else to say…”

You sigh and pet his head, listening to the pitter patter of his tail on the leather, “I’m really glad, I was anxious to give it to you.”

“Why would you be anxious?”

“Cause…” You look over his body, continuing to pet and play with his hair, “I thought it’d be a bit… patronizing or something like that…”

“Oh no no no!” Doppio sits up and nuzzles up against you, giving you a small lick and a kiss. “I love it so much.” He continues to lick your neck and kiss you, listening to your heavy breathing. Oh, you love how affectionate he is towards you. He’s so blushy, you can feel the warmth of his face up against yours. His tongue is soft, tickling your neck and sending tingles down your spine. The combination of kisses and licks is doing something to you deep inside, and it’s making you blush bright red.

Maybe it's the new collar dangling around his neck, or just how generally cute he is, but you feel somewhat… aroused by him. Your body begins to feel more and more sensitive as he licks around your neck, you can hear his soft whimpers too.

When Doppio moves his head from yours, he can see how flushed you are. He laughs a little bit and leans in to kiss your lip, holding your hand as you shiver. He just looks perfect, cute collar around his neck, the big floppy sweater covering all of his bits. His tail wags just a little bit while you look at his beautiful body.

“Um.” He speaks, snapping you out of your trance. “You’re staring at me…”

There’s a knowing blush on his cheeks, and the two of you stay silent for a quick moment until you move in and kiss him on his lips. His mouth opens slightly with the kiss, moaning into your mouth unconsciously. You kiss him like you’ve just gotten married, grabbing his hips through his sweater and pushing him closer to you.

When you pull away, he takes a moment to catch his breath and put his hair back into place, looking at you with watery eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs.” And without any more words said, you both head to your bedroom.

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Soft hands dig into your sides, massaging you while your mouth is invaded by his soft tongue. Even though he’s a puppyboy, he does keep that tongue quite clean. You don’t mind it brushing up against yours. His nails are trimmed, but still keep a nice tight grip on your sides. He’s holding you like he’s going to lose you. Meanwhile, your hands are exploring the bottom of his sweater, his wagging tail pushing the fabric upwards. You test touching his freckled bottom, feeling him jump just a little when your cold hands touch his rear.

“I’ll take it off but-” He holds both ends of his sweater, ready to pull it over his head, “you have to take off yours too.”

Sounds like a good trade.

You take off your long sleeve shirt and start to shimmy out of your yoga pants. It’s at that point when you realize that you hadn’t put on any underwear, but that doesnt matter too much. It seems like the night was going to end in that way, no matter what. You lay down on the bed only in your bra, watching Doppio take his sweater off. He lifts it over his head and you stare in love at his body. His tummy is flat and cute, a small indentation of abs showing you how often he works out. His chest is plump, you’ve squeezed it a few times before, and his ass is so soft and cute.. there’s freckles dotted all over his body, but especially on his face and ass. He’s covering his private up with his pink tail, which makes you blush because it’s so cute. All the clothes left are his collar, and your bra.

He leans into you, kissing your neck while your hands move to his back, looking at his freckles. He nibbles at you, licking your skin while his tail wags a thousand miles per hour. Your hands move downwards and you grab his butt, kneading into him while he licks and licks… it comes to appoint where you can feel something poking up against you. When he realizes that you realize, he takes a step back and blushes.

“D-Do you wanna-”

“Of course.”

Doppio nods, leaning in to kiss you one more time before grabbing his length and stroking it. You open your legs a bit more and he comes in between them, his cock pressing up against your entrance. You’re soaking wet and he can feel that, he’s so eager to get inside.

“... fuck me, Doppio.”

That’s all that it takes for him to put the tip in, and begin to thrust into you. You wrap your legs around his hips to help him get in deeper, feeling a deep lust and need for him.

Cute ears flop with each movement as he fucks you, both of your moans filling up the room. His cock isn’t huge perse, but it hits all of the right spots perfectly and fills you up just right. Your eyes roll back and you begin to relax, letting him take full control of everything.

You give Doppio a kiss on his cheek when he gives a deep thrust in, listening to him groan while his legs shiver and shake. Small waves of pleasure rip through your body, sending shivers down your spine and making your legs quake with each thrust.

Doppio lays his head on your chest for a moment, smelling your intoxicating scent before he starts thrusting again.

“You alright?” He asks, looking at your rolled back eyes. You come back to your senses and kiss him on his lips, pulling him in deep.

“‘m fine, just fuck me more, please…” You whine, kissing him again.

“Yeah-” He pulls out just to the tip and slams back into you, “I’ll do that.”

Doppio’s tongue is half out while he fucks you, his tongue dripping spit on your skin. Sex with him always feels so feral and messy, but in somewhat of a clean and safe way. You could imagine Doppio as a feral werewolf fucking you, the idea sends shivers down your spine and pleasure right towards your stomach.

Your toes are curling as he keeps on fucking you the same way, you mindlessly babble out ‘i love you’s and the like as he re-arranges your insides. His moans are cute too, filling up your ears with a sweet mantra of his love. You feel so close to cumming just by listening to him.

Doppio’s eyes roll back and he begins to thrust harder than he has before while his orgasm starts to come on. He’s panting, his tail’s wagging, you’re panting, and god if you had a tail, it’d be wagging too.

Your eyes begin to roll back again and Doppio isn’t looking back, licking your neck while he fucks you. He leaves a gentle bite, his tail brushing up against your fingers that lay on his back. His movements are getting deeper and faster, you can tell that he’s close. It only takes a few more licks and deep thrusts for him to shudder and shiver with an overpowering orgasm.

“I love you, love you love you love you…” he whines, aimlessly humping you through his orgasm. You don’t mind that much that he came earlier than you, but after a moment of him laying down with his head on your chest, you have to ask him for some… ‘help’.

“I didn’t-” you start, but he’s already on top of it.

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry!” And without asking, Doppio moves his body and starts to position himself to eat you out. “W-Would this be okay?”

“It’d be perfect.”

And without any other words said, his expert tongue gets to work at you. Oh, and it doesn’t take too long for him to make your knees shiver and your toes curl. Each lick feels like a thousand vibrators on you, and the way his tail wags while he’s fucking you is so cute too. Your hand ruffles up his hair, grabbing and pulling the cute pink haired boy every which way so you can get off on him. It only takes a few more licks to send you to heaven, you grinding into his face and him licking up all of your cum.

“D-Doppio, I-”

He picks his head up from licking you and smiles, nodding his head, “Are you alright? Do you want me to clean you up?”

“... yes …” You say a bit shamefully, and he continues to lick you.

You lay your head back as he licks you through your aftershocks, quietly muttering “good boy” under your breath. It’s in the middle of licking you when you fall asleep, his tongue massaging you right into your dreams.

Of course, Doppio stops once he realizes that you’ve fallen asleep. He wipes his mouth, looking at you asleep. He’s so proud to have you as a girlfriend, so proud to have you as his mate, in a sense. As he cleans himself up and puts his pajamas on, he thinks about someday getting you a ring and letting the world know that you're his.

fairy!doppio x reader. tw for gore and then nsfw under the cut (not during the same time though)

Lonely. Pure and utter loneliness. It lies within you, awake, drifting through your veins at any given moment.

Ocean water mists your toes as you step over lava rock, warmed up by the sun’s ever glowing rays. Yet, when you look up, dark gray clouds are coming your direction, straight towards your house. By the time you reach your house, almost a few minutes after you enter, you can hear rain pouring down on your uninsulated roof, making it almost impossible to hear whatever your parents are screaming about in the kitchen. Instead of paying them any mind, you head to your room and begin to pack a bag for a small escapade to the wooded off area of your neighborhood, the one right behind your house.

In a bag, you throw a towel, soaps, sugary candies and your phone. The fae in the forest would love to have a snack when you visit. With one last look at your room, you expect to be gone for a few hours.

When you leave the house, the screams of your parents are echoing through your brain. But when you begin to cut through thick weeds, long grass scratching up against your exposed legs, the noises begin to fade.

You pass by a small crick, and already you can hear the giggle of your local fairy. You know it’s bad to deal with the fae, but at the same time, this one is just so gullible and so damn adorable. You could give him a handful of sweets that’d cost a dollar, and he’d be wrapped around your fingertips forever. Instead of indulging him, you decide that you’ll give him your favorite candy this time, multi colored sugar stars. If he didn’t like it, he’d have to deal with it. It’d be his own fault.

A few minutes into the walk you meet a river which will soon lead to the huge mango tree that you were looking for. However, the log that’s usually there looks especially rotted, you remember how long it’s been since you’ve last come visit. So, you take off your shoes and begin to wade through the river, not caring how gnats and other yucky bugs were flying around your legs, swatting them away every so often so you wouldn’t get bit. Although, a few do bite your legs, leaving them bleeding and raw. Once you escape the river, you’re able to rub the blood off on a leaf, and you continue your trek into the woods.

You’d known this fairy for a while now. In fact, you’ve known him since you were a child, when he had no name and was left abandoned by his parents in the middle of nowhere. You gave him his name - Doppio - because he smelled like the starbucks your mom frequents.  

You remember telling your parents, so very excited, that you had found a fairy in the woods, and that they had ought to come over and see him, but of course, they were busy with work and other things.

You remember when you amputated his wings, too.

diavolo: fluff alphabet (l, m) + nsfw alphabet (l, v)

tw // nsfw content under the cut !!

dora's note: i don't write much for diavolo and that's a shame, get some of this ravioli villain, grazie ~~ thanks for requesting !!

taglist: // i don't wanna tag anyone in posts with trigger warnings to allow everyone to have more safety. hope you understand.

fluff alphabet

L ove letter: a small love letter from the character you choose.

"this letter is deeply important and a matter of life or death. please make sure you answer as soon as you can, no matter the situation you're in.

y/n, listen to me.

i know you've headed to sardinia for me, and i'll never be thankful enough for you, since you're helping me so much to hide any kind of evidence about my life and my past in order to protect me. i don't know what i've done to deserve someone like you, but i beg you to listen to me. as soon as you receive this letter, make sure you quickly send a response back, and leave sardinia. i know you're the strongest in my unità speciale, but bucciarati's gang, the traitors, is heading towards sardinia, and i can't let them find you or hurt you. you've done a lot to defend me until now, but you've never confronted them, and since i perfectly know you'd be intentioned to fight them for me, i beg you, in this letter, to follow my indications and leave the island. they're too strong to be fought together. please, don't do anything dangerous and make sure you find your way back to naples, your way back to me.

diavolo—♥︎"

@sugarbun-n​: Hi! How would Bruno’s gang react to their s/o making them kawaii meals for them? (Idk how to explain it so hopefully you see the picture) ♥️

{cw/ none}

notes: i def know what ur talking about bestie! i’ve loved bento box art forever omg, if you dont know what they are, i’ve included three bento box’s for each member! suited to what i’d think they like <3 ur gonna have to log into ur instagram if it doesn’t take u to the app but i promise it’s worth it if u do!

(WARNINGS: nsfw [not explicit just suggestive boners], smoking, slightly possessive behavior, pros makes you sit on his lap, fem terms used)

7:00 pm and the blistering sun had already set, the sky navy blue and deep black with scattered stars shining bright. Prosciutto had asked you to meet him in his office, does he need something from you? Maybe information on a target? It's not like him to just call you in for small talk or anything, though these past few days he's been acting rather odd around you. Staring alot more than just a teammate usually would. He was undeniably good looking, a magnet for lonely club-goers when you would all go out as a team, but you were average in your own mind. He couldn't possibly be attracted to you right? Your busy thoughts swarmed your mind as you stepped through the hall on the old creaky wooden boards until you make your way to the office door, knocking twice gently. A moment of silence before you can hear Prosciutto's deep, husky voice say

"The door is open, [Name.]"

And just like that, you open the door and peak your head in, looking at the floor before stepping the rest of your body through and shutting it behind you. His room was neat, filled with expensive goods you had no idea how he possibly afforded considering your rather small paychecks. He was sitting in a luxurious velvet red chair, the dark wooden legs holding him up like a king on his throne. Of course to no suprise, he was smoking a cigarette, grey ash piled low in a tray next to him. As you looked at him up and down, expecting a rather serious conversation or scolding, Prosciutto patted his lap instead.

"Sit down, carina. That is not a suggestion."

"O-on your lap?"

He hums in a way of saying 'Yes.' He couldn't help but smirk slightly, finding your shocked expression absolutely adorable. Walking over slowly almost as if you were a lost kitten looking for it's mother, you give Prosciutto a confused look before sitting yourself gently on his lap. He smothers cigarette in the ash tray on his right, wrapping his strong arm around your chest. His other hand trailed up your neck seductively, grasping your chin in his hands. What the hell is going on?? Am I dreaming?? Everything was too intense, you had almost sworn you were going to pass out from his intimate touch and intoxicating scent. Cologne mixed with slight cigarette ash and his own musky scent was enough to drive you wild.

"I'm sure you've noticed by now, cara, but in case you haven't I'm going to tell you now. I want you all to myself, give into me tesoro. I've loved you since the day we took our first mission together, seeing you so worked up like that. You don't know what you do to me, mia dolce ragazza."

All you could do was let out a whimper, his last few words muffled by his lips meeting your neck. He peppered the skin there in hot kisses, bringing his attention up to the bottom of your jaw, then to your cheek. His arms pulling you into his muscular torso, as he kissed you continuously, barely stopping for any breaths. You could feel heat within you swelling hotter and hotter, almost feeling like enough to melt your insides.

"Mmmh, you taste divine, [Name.] So perfect, I could devour you right now. You'd like that wouldn't you? Be a good girl for me.."

You could feel something hard pressing against you from behind, the night between you two was clearly far from over. Panting heavily in his hold, you could only lay in his arms, awaiting his next touch. The both of you felt like you could stay like this forever, which was perfect since you'd definately be here for a while.

"What do you say, I'll make you all mine hm?"

OF COURSE! I hope you feel better soon bestie!

Monthly troubles.

(WARNINGS: brief mentions of menstrual blood, fem!reader, nothing else hehehe)

Birds chirp and the yellow rays of warm morning sun crack through the blinds. Abbacchio wakes up to your curled form moaning in pain next to him. After a moment to process what was happening in his sleepy mind, he jolted wide-awake in a panic to check on you immediately. Placing a hand on your back he lightly shakes you,

"[Name?] are you okay, cara? What's wrong?"

You come to with another groan, sharp pain stabbing deep in your abdomen. Looking at the arm of your boyfriend, you turn your head up to look at him, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. His heart ached looking at you hurting like this. You mumble out an explanation, your cramps were extremely painful and you couldn't get out of bed. Abbacchio sighed and relaxed at your statement, he feared something much worse could have been happening, but now he was calm and prepared to help you in any way possible. What does she need first..? Water, food, a heating pad..

"Can I get you anything right now, tesoro? I know you're in pain right now, but I'll do my best to help you."

"Heating pad.."

Just like that, he was up and out of the room, hurrying down stairs to fetch your heating pad as well some painkillers and water. Abbacchio grabbed the heating pads from the medicine cabinet and fumbled with the box in his hands, 'Do not apply directly on skin..?' the hell else do you do? Maybe wrap it in a cloth? Leaving with the painkillers and warm pad in hand, he quickly grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen and heads upstairs once again. Entering the door quietly not to disturb you, he gets back on the bed with you and helps you sit up onto a pile of plush pillows.

"Here, take these."

And so you do, popping the 2 painkillers in your mouth and washing them down swiftly with water. As you drink he unravels your lower body from the blankets and gently places the warm, cloth-covered pad onto your abdomen. But he doesn't remove his hand, instead opting to gently rub and massage the area. The soft heat seeps pleasantly through your body, combined with your boyfriend's soothing movements. Your tears from earlier finally disappeared, soaking into the various comforting fabrics around you.

"I know you're having a hard time, [Name.] But I'll be here the whole time with you."

You nod and he comes in to kiss your cheek, still rubbing the heating pad below your stomach. Abbacchio wraps his free arm around your upper torso pulling you into a sweet embrace. This was perfect, you could barely even think about the pain, because the love of your life was here for you now.

"Rest, amore. I love you."