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Good morning/afternoon/night jojo fans! Friendly reminder that as polnareff was fighting for his life in Italy, jotaro was relaxing on the beach in morioh writing about a cool starfish he found

💗Hateful love 💗

das conk creet baby

Some part 5 doodles bc brain rot is real

Its canon anytime you draw Mista u have to draw stink lines, sorry guys, It's the rule

Headcanon is secco really likes squeaky toys and plushies in general so he has this pastel room all lined with plush toys and hello kitty esque merch (Hey there bunny) and cioccolata loves feeding the addiction

Could you please do some yandere Enrico Pucci? (Or if you havent't read part 6, yan!Risotto?)

Have a nice day/night!

I'm a jjba anime only so I'll be doing a Risotto one. I hope you enjoy this!! Sorry it took a while to reply, had some stuff going on lol

Yandere! Risotto Nero x Gender Neutral Reader

TWS: gore, murder, stalking

Risotto had always known he was less of a saying, more of a doing person. Actions meant more than words to him, and he knew well that often he never had to say anything to get his point across. His height, menacing appearance and obvious power spoke for him. 

What he wanted, he took, you included. He decided the best approach was to show you just how much he loved you. He followed you around, made note of catcallers or people who harassed you on the street, and left their razor-shredded bloody remains in a bag on your doorstep, all for you. He knew you would like to walk home safely.

Just to make absolutely sure there were no threats to you, Risotto begun following you around. This man knows no boundaries when it comes to you, and in his eyes, he’s just looking after what’s his. 

His absolute favourite thing was watching you go about your daily life. Watching you wake up, get food, tolerate the crowded commute from your work/school all while keeping his distance or ordering the rest of La Squadra to tail you was his absolute favourite. Absorbing every little last detail of you with nothing to spare, having your beautiful form under the careful watch of his red and black eyes 24/7 is his idea of paradise.

Once he was tailing you in a crowd, and he watched as a shiver ran down your back and you turned to face him in absolute terror. A rush of absolute hunger and love racked his body as he fought the urge not to annihilate the entire crowd to have you all to himself. 

The rest of his week was spent replaying the few delicious seconds he had of your deer-in-headlights expression.

He was upset when one day Melone ceased his rapid-fire typing on his laptop to address him. 

“Risotto, there was a wanted order issued at the local police station a few hours ago.”

How this could possibly involve him Risotto didn’t know, but he answered Melone anyways. “Yes?”

Fighting back a giggle, Melone answered him. “It’s for stalking a civilian, and it’s your exact description. Over 6 foot, male and with red irises?” Risotto felt a murderous rage surge through his body. He’d done all this for you, protected and showered you in love and this was how you repaid him. As he allowed his emotions to wash over him, he debated over what to do. It wasn’t like the police could do anything anyways, Passione had them dangling on puppet strings.

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It was late at night, and you were hiding under the shelter of a shop veranda as you waited for it to stop pouring. 

“Excuse me.”

 You heard a deep, course voice behind you. The hairs on your neck stood up and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It suddenly struck you just how close the voice was to you.

How did they get so close? Did I not notice them coming?

You shook your fear away as you forced yourself to face the stranger, and immediately wished you didn’t. It was the exact man you’d rushed to the police station to report, after weeks of him following you. Ever since the stalking had started you hadn’t been able to sleep properly, always petrified with the fear that somewhere he was watching.

Y/n’s instincts were spot on. Risotto had been watching you sleep for the past month.

Craning your neck to look him the eyes, you said, “Yes? Did you need help with anything?” He simply shakes his head.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He asks quietly with a rough, smouldering voice.

“I was just coming home from work/school.” You answer meekly, shocked at how quiet and submissive your voice had become.

“I see. Where are you going?” “I’m sorry? U-uh, just -” “You should be heading home. I’ll walk with you.” Before giving you time to answer, one of his strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist and wheeled you around, walking you in the exact direction of your own home. He smelt metallic and like smoke, the grip of his rough hand on your waist drawing you closer to his side with every step.

“It’s okay, I can walk home by myself.” In a pleading tone you attempt to escape his iron cast grip with no success. 

As if in answer, he slides one hand down your thighs to scoop you up into his arms, your face pressed against his warm muscular chest. In some type of intrigued terror, you realise it’s pointless to struggle against him.

Risotto quietly walks through the rain, saying little, enjoying the feeling of your soft cheek slicked with tears pressed against his chest.

You must’ve fallen asleep, because when you wake, you’re seated at your dinner table and Risotto is dutifully watching a pot simmer on the stove. The beautiful smell reminds you of how hungry you are. 

How did he even let himself in??

Ladling the contents into a bowl, he picks up a spoon and proceeds to spoon feed you your dinner. Humiliated and half asleep, you try to push him away to no avail. 

“Shh,” he says, putting a finger on your lips to silence your protest before lovingly feeding you like you’re a sick child.

By the end of it you’re so scared and confused thin tears are running down your cheeks, and Risotto frowns at the sight of it. 

“You’re probably tired.” he says decidedly. Pressing you against him once again and carrying you to your bedroom, (how come he knows your house so well? Nothing could surprise you at this point.) he undresses you and lays you on the bed, showing obvious signs of restraint, a hot flush rising on his cheeks as he slides you out of your clothes and into your pyjamas.

Before crushing your exhausted body in the iron-cast grip of his arms, he nibbles at your neck whispering sweet nothings.

“Leave this place. Come stay with me. Forever.” he breathes.

What?

It’s too late to argue. He slides a hand across your stomach and brings your form closer into him, making you the little spoon. Sleepily you drink in his body heat, thinking idly that if it could be like this forever, maybe you wouldn’t mind staying with this horrifying man.

Risotto will most certainly never let you go. He’s sure of that.

REASONS I HATE FORMAGGIO 5:

HE REMINDS ME OF HAZEL FROM ANIMAL CROSSING AND HAZEL WAS MEAN TO ME

REASONS I HATE FORMAGGIO 6:

HE KISSED MY WIFE

You can tell if someone is a degenerate if they keep the thong