#trans prosciutto

-he is a trans man and medically transitioned right after joining passione (cioccolata is a skilled doctor okay). He has a fake ID (obviously)

- he used to be a famous model before he transitioned. Then one day he went missing (aka his girlboss schemes and manipulations in the industry as a model went too far and he had to hide from the police).

- he actually met Bruno and Risotto before joining passione. Only Ris knows it was him tho. And Bruno thinks Pro is weirdly familiar but doesn’t remember why.

- he was a stand user since birth and used it to his advantage during castings (aka mankind other people look worse in comparison to him)

- he refers to himself before coming out as she to separate himself from that life. Also speaks about his past self in third person.

- Pesci is his half brother and was the first one to know Pro is trans

- he has very expensive taste in everything since he grew up rich (becoming a high fashion model only made it worse)

- his dead name was also ham related

- he still follows the fashion world and loves ranting about it. Especially his old coworkers

- back when he was a model, he used his charm(yk yk)to get connections and power within the industry. He does that on missions sometimes too

Prosciutto doodles

This is what T does to a bitch

HE WAS A MENACE.

His doctor (Melone) warned him and Prosciutto didn’t believe that he couldn’t get any hornier than he was, but, alas! Now he’s hornier with more hair on his ass.

Prosciutto masturbated a lot, may have went on a sex toy shopping spree in the first month on T.

Risotto thought it would be great, his boyfriend with infinite horniness. Risotto’s libido lasted three days before his balls went empty.

Prosciutto’s disappointment was immeasurable and his week was ruined. At least Risotto let him peg his goth ass!

Then Prosciutto would hole himself up in his room, masturbating with his new toys for hours, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. It was… something, to say the least.

Tw gender dysphoria

Risotto opens his eyes, expecting to see Prosciutto snuggled up on the other side of the bed. But instead, he sees Prosciutto fitting on his binder. Prosciutto looks sweaty and tired as he stares at the mirror atop of their dresser.

“Prosciutto.” Risotto mutters.

Prosciutto turns his head to face him and mumbles, “Stop looking at me.”

Risotto respects that and flips himself over on the bed. He’ll wait until Prosciutto is ready.

A couple of minutes later, there’s a deep sigh and the bed bounces with Prosciutto’s weight. Risotto turns back over, seeing Prosciutto’s shoulders slumped and his back facing Risotto.

“…Is it ok if I touch you?” Risotto asks, just to make sure.

“Sure.” The blond responds curtly. The forced calmness, Risotto can hear it.

Still, Risotto is cautious with his movements. He sits up and wraps his arms around Prosciutto’s waist, feeling his breathing. It’s shaky, but not panicked.

Risotto feels Prosciutto’s hands rest atop of his. Prosciutto’s head tilts back and nuzzles silently against Risotto’s cheek.

“…how much longer until we get there?” Prosciutto finally asks once he feels comfortable being held by Risotto’s warmth.

“If my math is correct, the next two jobs will give us enough to cover the surgery, if everything goes smoothly. So, two more weeks.” Risotto responds, mumbling against Prosciutto’s ear.

Prosciutto swallows. “You… don’t mind me getting the surgery, right?”

“Why would I mind? If it’ll make you smile when you look at yourself in the mirror, then no, I don’t mind.” Risotto kisses Prosciutto’s cheek, “I want you to be able to look at yourself, and see the handsome man that I’ve always known. No matter what you do with your body, you will always be my beloved.”

“…” Prosciutto sniffles.

“Wait— oh no no, did I say something wrong? Please don’t cry, tesoro.” Risotto says with worry.

If you're post-op and you have drains does that mean you're... Drained? 🤔

Prosciutto lays in his bed, pillows underneath his knees and supporting his back as he stares up at the ceiling with a vacant distant look. He's counted nearly every single bump on his ceiling from the popcorn texture twice over and needless to say he is bored.

He is so goddamn bored it isn't even funny. The Doctor said three weeks of rest is necessary after the procedure, but it's only been two days, so that does not bode well for the stir crazy blonde.

Prosciutto struggles to get up, a sharp stab of pain shoots through his chest but he ignores it and manages to sit up on the bed. Taking care with the tubes and drains connected to him Prosciutto walks into the living room to where his phone is and picks it up. Immediately he texts Formaggio.

Prosciutto: Hey.

Formaggio: yo! :D ham man! how you feeling?

Prosciutto: Like shit. I've got all kinds of tubes connected to me draining this disgusting fluid from my chest.

Formaggio: oh man the forbidden tiddy juice 🧃

Prosciutto: Shut the fuck up.

Prosciutto: Anyway, I'm bored out of my mind here. Email me some of your work, I know for a fact you don't want to do it.

Formaggio: lol dude under normal circumstances i would totally send you all my shit but aren't you supposed to be resting???? you just had surgery 💉

Prosciutto: Don't care. Now hurry up and send me your work.

Formaggio: lol no

Formaggio: dude i love you, youre like an annoying older brother even tho youre younger than me, so you need to lie down and fuckin rest

Formaggio: but i know how you are and youll def not do that so...

Formaggio: imma tell riz that youre being stubborn 🤪

Prosciutto: YOU BETTER NOT!

Prosciutto jumps when his phone rings not even a second later. He glares at the caller ID that says "Risotto." Goddamn he is prompt. Prosciutto mentally curses Formaggio before answering the phone and when he picks up, Risotto immediately jumps down his throat.

"Did I not tell you to rest or did my words just fly through one ear and out the other?"

Oof. He's mad.

"Well I-"

"And not only that, the doctor specifically instructed you to rest or else you could tear your stitches. Do you think you are superior to the advice of a medical professional? Do you think your boredom and stubbornness justifies you hurting yourself?"

Prosciutto chews on his lip, feeling himself shrink away from Risottos judgmental gaze even thought he's on the other end of the receiver. In the end Prosciutto sighs, and relents.

"...No."

"Good answer." Prosciutto hears Risotto sigh over the phone and his tone softens considerably, "I find it funny how you call me a workaholic and yet you're trying to push yourself immediately after surgery."

Prosciutto chuckles, "Guess we're both two peas in a pod then."

He hears Risotto snort on the other end of the phone, "Prosciutto for now I just want you to relax okay? Take it easy, lounge on your couch, watch some TV... When I'm done working here I'll come buy your place and keep you company."

"That sounds nice." Prosciutto smiles.

On the other end of the phone Prosciutto hears Formaggios voice and a rustle as he takes the phone from Risotto. "Hey Hammy you want me to come over too? My gorgeous mug and hilarious sense of humor would definitely keep you entertained! Plus, I can help Riz give you a sponge bath!" Formaggio laughs jokingly.

Prosciutto was fucking aching to have sex again— three months of rest! His hand wasn’t enough! He needed Risotto.

He was expecting to be desperate for a good dicking-down, but it was… tender.

Prosciutto was overwhelmed with euphoria when he took off his shirt and saw his flat chest. He leaned back on the bed with Risotto on top of him.

Risotto’s kisses trailed from Prosciutto’s neck to his chest, sucking and licking at the soft skin. He was gentle, straying his mouth away from the scars, focusing on the muscles.

Risotto’s fingers traced along the scars. Prosciutto felt shivers down his spine at the strange, half-dead tingle. But he’s never felt more alive.

“This is the first time Risotto has seen the real me.” Was Prosciutto’s thought.

“You’re so beautiful,” Risotto muttered, “You’re so beautiful when you smile about yourself.”