#La Squadra Survey

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

[bornnraisedinsilenthill]

And that before becoming a hitman, Formaggio was part of the Survey Corps and fought titans. But ever since the Rumbling, he’s had a hard time figuring his life out. So he went to Italy and joined Passione, now no longer interested in not killing people, but interested in profit.

If only La Squadra knew that Sorbet and Gelato are still alive, but had to hide in space.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Something for a story that I won’t do, maybe.

Bruno never had an opinion of La Squadra in the past, in the past week they were the enemy. But recently after having a stand-off at the Cathedral and finding out the Boss wanted Trish dead, they called a truce and it’s now a wary one.

He, his team and Trish inside a rather large apartment, it was highly feminine with the owner to match.

“Would you like more cookies?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Narancia and Mista were wolfing down the food she given them. Charcuterie boards, three savory and two sweet laid out on the coffee table. Along with two bottles of wine and a large pitcher of pink lemonade.

Narancia complained earlier when he was given lemonade instead of wine but the woman reasoned with Bruno that he was underage and didn’t like the idea of a minor drinking. The capo complied, fortunately Narancia seemed to like the taste.

Bruno watched her from where he seated as the. young woman came back from the kitchen and place another bowl of cookies.

The capo briefly remembered the words of their leader, Risotto.

“Go to this address, it’s a safe house. However, if you harm the woman living there we’ll all kill you ourselves.”

Bruno sipped his wine and shared a glanced with Leone as they watch the woman interact with younger members. Trish seemed more at ease in seeing another female, both of them chatted as the bubblegum girl took sips on her lemonade.

Giorno nibbled on the chocolate as he surveyed the living room. Fugo was bouncing his knee as he ate his crackers and cheese. Finally Giorno placed a hand on his knee and calmed.

She was not what they expected when they think of women who spend their time with La Squadra.

When knocked on her door, they all thought she was twelve due to her height but she explained with a tight lipped smile that she was twent-four. Her apricot orange hair was in a messy bun with a few strands framing her face. Her pale skin made all the tawny freckles all over her body stand out making them look like constellations. She wore a pink Pusheen shirt and matching shorts.

She was too cute and honestly too innocent to be associated with them.

Rapid knocking on the door had them stop eating, in Narancia’s case choking on his food in mid-chew.

Tira, he recalled, hopped over to the door. Much to Fugo and Leone’s protests.

“What are you doing!?”

“Are you stupid?”

She ignored them and stopped at the door.

“What’s the name of the protagonist of Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses?”

Bruno shared a look with his team, wondering if she lost it.

“Genevieve.” The answer was chorused, he also detect a hint of tiredness.

“What’s the name of my favorite Barbie movie?”

“Fashion Fairytale. Just open the door already, Woman!”

That was Ghiaccio.

The shorter female chuckled and unlocked her door. One by one the members of La Squadra di Esecuzione trickle in, and she kissed each one of them. Mista choked in his food when she did that.

They settle themselves on the couch, opposite from the Bucci gang who were staring at them with apprehension.

“I’m going to get more glasses.” Tira announced, turning to the kitchen.

“I-I’ll help!” Trish spring up and followed her, Bruno doesn’t miss how she stiffen in fear when she first saw the hitman team enter the room.

The room was tense and awkward, the only sounds were Formaggio and Gelato’s eating.

“What?” Prosciutto demanded after a few more minutes of agonizing silence.

Narancia and Mista began. “You guys watch Barbi-“

“SHUT UP!”

Tagging: @michellenero, @the-illiterate-pirate, @rae-pss, @industriallyinsecure, @jojowifey

[silvernyxchariot]

Good Morning, my darling La Squadra Bitches, Bros, & Non-binary Hoes. ♡

I would post this to my LS side blog, but I don't think it would get enough attention there. So,👏 I made a La Squadra themed ask game. Tag people. Don't tag people. Answer all of the questions, some of them, or just one question. Answer the questions because you feel like it or you want your followers to interact with you. Tbh, after I throw this out into the void, it doesn't really matter. 🙂 My end goal is to see if there's anyone alive out there (outside of the people I'm currently following)./ref Please use the hashtag #LaSquadraSurvey to make it easy to find other LS fans.

Some Basics

❤️ Favorite La Squadra member?

🧡 Favorite La Squadra Stand?

💛 Which member's death made you cry the most?

💚 Which member do you think had the most gruesome death?

💙 Which La Squadra member do you kin?

💜 Who is your least favorite member?

🤎 If you could borrow one members Stand, which one would it be? (And why.)

🖤 If you were in Vento Aureo, what would you be doing?

🤍 What AU would you like to see La Squadra reincarnated to? (Feel free to use this as an advertisement for your La Squadra AU series. 😂)

Member Inspired Asks

🧀 Formaggio - Would you fight back against Illuso for poking fun at Formaggio's Stand?

🪞 Illuso - How do you feel when you learn Illuso keeps tabs on everyone in La Squadra, including you?

🐠 Pesci - Pesci is asking you for advice, how do you handle hits? Whether you're fearful, apathetic, etc to all the death, he wants to know how you feel.

🥓 Prosciutto - Are you good at sharing bathroom space? Whatever you do, don't touch Prosciutto's (or Illuso's for that matter) care products.

🍈 Melone - What are your hobbies?

🧊 Ghiaccio - Do you participate in any sports or exercise routine?

✂️ Risotto - Which member of La Squadra made you invested in the Hitman Team to begin with?

✨️The Dads✨️ - What's your favorite cold dessert and how do you assimilate into the bromance of La Squadra?

You think I'm joking, but really I'm not. All these bastards got is each other.

[jostepherjoestar]

Hewwo queen😔if you're still taking requests, could I ask one with la squadra and an artist s/o? Thank you💕💕💕

La Squadra with an artist s/o

sfw // gn reader // First of all... this was the request I mentioned before. I want everyone the address me with “Hewwo Queen😔” from now on!! it make me laugh so hard cause it reminds me of the “then perish” meme thanks for the lovely request <3

Risotto

Risotto admires your talent, often times when he’s trying his best to relax for once, he finds himself looking through your sketchbooks and drawings. He loves seeing your progress and noticing how you always seem to capture the lighting right.

When he gets to your most recent sketchbooks he starts to notice a familiar figure pop up a lot. Himself. Drawn in all sort of poses, his muscles being a great way to study body shapes as you tried to explain with a cheeky grin on your face when he asks you to explain your drawings of him.

On a quiet night you snuck up to your tall boyfriend, as well as you could sneak up on an assassin, with a present behind your back. Excited to see his reaction you handed him the wrapped canvas. Risotto made sure not to rip the pretty wrapping and had a stern look on his face as he saw the surface of the painting. You knew not to expect too much from him reaction wise so you were curious to hear what he had to say.

He just kept staring at the canvas, it was a painting of the only picture you had together. Privacy being a real issue in Passione. You’d asked Melone to take the photo when Risotto was asleep and you posed beside him, kissing him on the cheek. You’d showed him the picture, promising to keep it on you at all times and not to show it to anyone.

“I love it. So much, really darling this- Thank you.” he almost sounded flustered, reaching out to hug you. His reaction was so sweet, you knew he truly loved it. He placed it on the wall near his desk so he could look at it whenever he was working away, like most nights. A couple days later you found a wrapped pencil case on your drawing desk, new pencils, your favourite kind. A little stick man drawn on the card that said “I love you” in a crooked text bubble.

Formaggio

He’s in constant awe of how good you are, constantly praising you and showing off to anyone who’ll listen. He once showed a small drawing you did of a flower he kept in his wallet to a waiter while paying for the meal, embarrassing you to the max.

Seeing you study plants, people, landscapes, buildings, lighting, shadows, basically everything, he tried to see the world through your artistic eyes. He’d never really payed attention to expressing himself that way so he was curious to try.

Setting up canvasses or sketchbooks, all sorts of materials laid out in front of you to experiment with. You set up a still life on the table in front of you, a vase of flowers and some fruit strewn about. Assuring him this isn’t about how pretty or perfect the result is, but about how he sees the setup and wants to express it on the canvas or paper.

After both finishing you’re amazed by the colours he used and how abstract he painted the flowers and fruits. Your complements boosting his confidence. “But you’re still the real artist here sweetheart.” he said as he squeezed your hip as he admired your sketch.

You put his little painting in a frame and set it on your drawing desk, reminding yourself of your number one fan whenever you looked at it. It became a new relaxing activity for the two of you to enjoy with a glass of wine and snacks as you painted and drew together.

Illuso

Illuso loves art, but in particular he loves renaissance art. Whenever you two can, you’ll visit a gallery to admire the large paintings and sculptures. Illuso is quite judgy as well, offering no soft commentary on work he doesn’t enjoy. It’s mostly modern art he doesn’t like.

You try out different styles every now and then whenever you feel stuck in your own personal one, seeing if it could inspire you. To help in those situations Illuso has bought you multiple heavy books on his favourite painters. He isn’t afraid to venture into more recent styles, but he keeps it mostly to Italian or European artists.

When you tried out a more modern style in your newest experiment, he was surprised that he liked it as much as he did. “This is actually pretty good amore.” the complement sounding perhaps more like an insult, but you knew he meant it well.

Illuso himself however couldn’t draw, paint, sculpt or even photograph. He just had a hard time expressing himself in an artistic way, commenting one day that  “Can’t I just be the art myself?” earning a chuckle from you.

Prosciutto

Now Prosciutto likes art, classical paintings and sculptures but he doesn’t pay them any mind for too long. Yes it’s nice to look at but honestly he’d rather spend his time on other stuff. So when he met you he learned to appreciate art more. You’d show him around your workspace and show him the projects you’re working on.

The more you showed him the more he realised that being an artist isn’t just a hobby, it could also be a job as well. He never really thought it about it this way, realising that art is literally all around him. You were able to broaden his view, that you teased was sometimes a little too narrow.

He looks up to you for being able to express you thoughts and ideas and make something beautiful out of them.

As a gang member who has a lot of responsibility he prefers to spend his little amount of free time with the people he loves and trusts, like sitting around reading the paper or a book while you’re working away at your next piece.

Whenever you make him something, be it a drawing, painting, sculpture, and tell him he inspired it he will try his best not to blush. Taking you into a tight hug to cover up his face, thanking you for thinking of him. Honestly he loves that you’re creative and made him open his eyes a little more to the world he thought he already knew so well.

Pesci

The two of you have a cute tradition ever since you started going out together. A couple dates in, he slid you a napkin, face flushed red, with a scraggily drawn Pesci asking if he could be your boyfriend. Of course you happily accepted, having kept the napkin and pinned it to your wall next to your bed. Since then every time you go out and there’s a napkin around the two of you draw each other a funny figure or object.

To the other’s chagrin sometimes, creating way too many inside jokes that they don’t get. What do they not get, it’s a bowl of pasta with cheese on it saying “Cheesed to meet you!”

Besides the cute napkin drawings you store safely in a box, Pesci loves helping you out whenever he can. If you need him to help transport stuff he’ll gladly rent a car and drive, making sure that the ride becomes a cute little date.

He’ll always cheer you on when you feel stuck, doing whatever he can to aid you. Or if you’re having another failed all nighter, fallen asleep on your desk, he’ll come pick you up and carry you to bed. Blushing when you kiss him on the nose to thank him for it.

Melone

Melone absolutely loves that you’re an artist! He loves analysing art and the way people respond to it, the human psyche just really excites him. Often times asking people what they were feeling or what they interpreted when looking at your work. Like he was asking around for a survey, it was just his own curiosity.

He also loves modelling for you. You want him to sit in the garden on a rock between the rose bushes? No problem! Nude? NO PROBLEM! He’ll suggest it every time you ask him to model, assuring him that you won’t need another upclose muscle study for a fourth time this week.

He’ll be your personal promoter and manager if you want him to be, making sure if you want a personal gallery opening that you don’t get scammed for rent and that you can hike up the prices just a tiny little more on your own pieces. He’ll get you connected faster than the speed of light if you want him to.

But most of all he admires how hard you work and the effort you put into your art. He sees a piece of you in every project. You’ll find him staring at your work, a love struck look in his eyes. He’s quite a sappy guy when it comes to this stuff.

Just be sure to not let him near anyone who doesn’t like your work. Another attempt at murder at a gallery opening is not the publicity you want.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio loves abstract colourful art. Other styles that are too complicated or overhyped just makes him annoyed. He loves the simplicity of it, not paying any mind to any hidden meanings. If you do a lot of stuff in a modern or abstract style he’d pay you for the pieces even though he’s your partner. He just really loves supporting you and knows some people don’t compensate artists enough.

You were surprised at his interest, thinking him to not have the temper for art. Although you did discover, during a visit to a new modern exhibit in a local gallery, that Ghiaccio HATED it when the artists act pretentious and the vision of their work doesn’t match up with Ghiacco’s. Mumbling under his breath how “It’s just a square, a beautiful one yes, but it’s not representing how your mom didn’t love you!”.

You don’t comment too much on the meaning behind the modern pieces, he doesn’t seem like he wants to think about it anyway. So you let him enjoy the colourful shapes in his own way.

For his birthday you’d painted an abstract shapely piece in his colours; icy blue’s and the pop of red from his glasses and shoes. Swirly shapes that represented his hair. When you presented it to him his eyes lit up, earning you a passionate kiss that lasted a little too long, you had the rest of La Squadra waiting to eat the birthday dinner, eyerolls and clearing throats making Ghiacco let go with an annoyed growl. He loved it, since you made it and customised to him, he’ll cherish it forever.  

[bugslaststraw]

Gelato, right. This dude SCREAMS this very specific type of energy. He has never touched a comb in his life. He adores early evenings. He has a billions things in bags and pockets, a hoarder, constantly collecting. Probably has adhd. Will challenge anyone and everyone to stupid little contests. Full of this specific kind of teen energy even tho he's like 30. Wants to get anything and everything out of everything and everyone. (All of this even if he is an ex-army who probably kills semi-innocent people at least sometimes.) Goes WOOOOOOOOHOOOO whenever he's happy. OH so good at flirting. Simultaneously carries large amounts of top energy and bottom energy causing an unexplainable mixup that he delights in confusing everybody with. Sometimes he has fits of maniacal laughter and that is the only truly creepy thing about him.

Sorbet though. Also a distinguished character. Kind of gives off villain vibes for some reason. Money directed, power directed, definitely a Slytherin. Born stand user, I'm thinking mist that comes from his hands that's corrosive or maybe sentient, almost like he can extend himself to the area around and survey, feel know. Usually on a sliding scale between cartoon evil laugh™ or cold and calculative™. Isn't actually that smart. Owns 384774 copies of the same four pieces of clothing. "Normal" people have a slightly harder time getting along with him and he compensates by being a very good actor. Usually has an ulterior motive. ALSO SOMEHOW A GOOD FLIRT HELP. Hangs around at old bars, very good hearing, he hears and remembers things. Either smokes or drinks it's one of the two. Distinguished and probably surprising taste in music. I don't know what he collects but it's probably something like bullet slugs or knives.

The two probably met when Sorbet was hired to kill off someone who'd been causing a lot of trouble outside of the maffia. The two go on this teasy ass tracking down chasing adventure which just ends up with them down each other's throats so yeah that didn't work out. And then Gelato joins Passione too. And during the time they're with La Squadra they're still in their abnormally long honeymoon phase and that's why they're, well, like that.

And then BOOM horrible trauma strikes, the two get too curious, Seccolata gang turns up and a certain someone gets his legs slowly and painfully separated from his body and is only saved because his bound up partner panics so hard he unlocks a dormant stand and punts their captors out through the wall from the seventh floor. (Sadly, they survive.)

And then for a long while, things are just s little bit different. But neither of them are or will ever be as sadistic as they used to be.

[maayoi]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

POV: Your boyfriend gives you a tarot reading!

(Inspired by/dedicated to @ava-ships - Avdol is so underappreciated, and I'm glad you're giving him the love he deserves!)

6 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 01:04:16 GMT

#4

Uploaded a mod showcase of my Fugo mod! (Please leave a like on Gamebanana if you download it - it's still waiting for final approval)

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#3

Hi everyone! I'm currently developing a Vento Aureo College AU Twine game - basically a text adventure, with multiple routes, and light romance if you play your cards right.

Anyway! To help determine the length of each route, I thought I would run a quick popularity poll. Every character listed (minus Unita Speciale) is guaranteed a route, but the poll results will let me know who the "fan favorites" are.

Also, if there is enough interest in Unita Speciale, I will add them.

Vote now on your phones!!! Or just reply to this post w/ like, your top 3 ppl from Team Bucci/La Squadra

(I will probably be running this survey indefinitely)

10 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 18:31:51 GMT

#2

I made a FNF mod! I have 0 experience with pixel art, but I thought Senpai looked kinda similar to Fugo already, so it's just a recolor. I'm still really happy with how it turned out though!

Download here: gamebanana(.)com/skins/193596

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Today we celebrate our risen savior Jolyne Cujoh!

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[staruplatinum]

so, here it is. 4.5K words of pure smut and filth - MY GIFT TO MY FOLLOWERS!! Thank you so so much for 1000 followers (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**✚⃞♡

 this was a little hard to write since there are 10 point of views - I wrote every La Squadra member in this; including Sorbet and Gelato. I hope it isn't confusing to read, and that you understand what is happening in the background.

warnings: extremely nsfw, this story includes graphic depictions of a gangbang, multiple creampies, cum eating, rough sex, degrading.

thank you as always for your support!♡

tagging some people who might be interested @lasquadrahoe @beedingtears @e-lectroma @bjnurse 

             Being the only female member in all of La Squadra was rough. You had to deal with all 9 men staring at you; constantly checking you out. Sometimes it was unwanted - like when you were just trying to do the dishes and melone would sneak up and grab your ass - but other times, you couldn’t help but blush at the feeling. It felt nice to be sought after. On top of the ogling issue; you had to deal with cleaning up most of their messes. While Risotto, Prosciutto,Gelato, Pesci and Sorbet were pretty good with cleaning up after themselves, the rest always left a mess in one way or another. Formaggio’s room was a disaster - filled with cum rags, playboy magazines, empty food boxes and clothes. Melone and illuso always left their hair and skin products on the bathroom sink, while Ghiaccio’s room was always freezing and filled with crumpled paper and books all over the place.

Despite it all, you really couldn’t complain. While you were an assassin yourself - you were also La Squadra’s personal maid. You were hired to clean for them and occasionally cook - though Risotto preferred to cook for his team instead of making you do it. If needed, they’d often ask you to come join them on missions considering your skills were quite impressive. 

The job description didn’t include that you’d be subjected to please each of the members whenever they wanted. But, again. You didn’t complain. What could be better than fucking 9 very attractive men? They always took their turns with you; and each were assigned a night to have you. Sorbet and Gelato usually took you at the same time, while the others preferred to be separate. Some days, you had sex with at least 5 different members. It made you feel dirty, but this was your life now.

When you came home one night, you noticed all the boys playing poker - drunk. The living room reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke (courtesy of Prosciutto!) and you already dreaded having to clean this mess. Peroni bottles littered the area - some were even broken. 

“Ciao! Y/N! You’re back already?” Formaggio practically yelled, before laughing right after with Melone. 

What was so funny? You couldn’t tell. You knew it was just the fact that they were drunk. You sighed heavily, putting your purse down on the counter. You walked over to where they all were seated- the clink of your heels making noise as you crossed the hardwood floor. 

“Why don’t you come and join us Bella?” Melone asked - there was a mischievous tone in his voice. 

“I’d love to, but I have to clean this entire mess that you boys so graciously made for me” you spit back. You weren’t upset; but today had been a long day. On top of that, you hadn’t had a chance to have sex with any of them for about a week, since their last mission took rather long. Tonight they were celebrating their win. You couldn’t help but feel needy, all you really wanted to do was brush your teeth, wash your face, go masturbate in bed and then sleep. 

“Come on y/n! Join us. This mess can wait.” Melone insisted. He was always SO persistent when he wanted something, and instantly the hairs rose up on your neck. You hesitated for a moment, before thinking that maybe, just maybe, Melone wanted to fuck you. If he did, you know you’d feel satisfied tonight.  Sighing, you mumbled a faint “fine” before sitting down next to the spare spot on the couch with Melone. 

As soon as your bum reached the leather of the couch, melone wrapped his arm around you while passing you a Peroni. You stared at him for a moment raising an eyebrow before saying “fuck it” and downing the bottle in front of his eyes. 

They all stared at you in shock. 

“What? Did you think I was innocent or something?” You asked them rhetorically as faint laughter echoed through the base from them all. You didn’t want them to answer that question, since they had seen just about everything you could do in the bedroom...

An hour passed, and now you were confident with how much alcohol you had drank, along with the others. As more bottles littered the coffee table and the floor, you could hear faint conversations from all around the room. Your vision was slightly blurred, everything was hilarious to you, and you never felt more confident than you did in this moment. 

“So who’s going to fuck me tonight?” You asked. “I’m sooo needy…” you added, admitting just how desperate you were. “... and it’s been too long!!” 

There was a soft whine to your voice as you grabbed your breast through your bra sensually. 

Immediately, all men lost their train of thought as they looked at you. Formaggio stood up, offering to take you. You nodded, but before you two could get to the bedroom Ghiaccio scoffed and threw a bottle at the wall directly behind you. 

 “Tchhh! As if you can even fuck her as good as I can! I want her tonight!!” He yelled. 

You held your hand to your ear as you tried to block out his tone. Maybe it was the alcohol making you sensitive - but hearing Ghiaccio tell really pierced your ears. 

“Back off man, I got up first” Formaggio spat. You held onto his arm for protection since you really didn’t want an argument to go down right now, and because standing up was starting to make you rather dizzy.

Melone cleared his throat before suggesting something that caused an awkward silence. 

“What about if we gangbang her?” 

The awkward silence ensued for a good minute before you noticed every man in the room with a smirk - except Pesci, who was visibly sweating. You knew that he wanted this just as bad, though. 

“I think that’s a great idea.  Finally, stronzo. Your freak brain comes up with something good.” Prosciutto added as he stood up and patted melone on the shoulder. He looked over to you, and suddenly you felt 9 pairs of eyes on you - a red blush forming on your face.

Formaggio suddenly let go of you as he pushed you back over to the couch, causing you to fall on your hands and knees. You bit your lip in anticipation. 

“Who’s first?” Illuso asked, smirking down at your small form.  

“Why don’t we ask her? Who do you want y/n?” Prosciutto asked, while patting down on your head.

Your face stayed a bright red as you surveyed the room. There were so many options! If only you could have all 9 of them inside you at once - sadly that would be impossible, especially considering the size of their cocks. 

“Melone.” You said, winking at him. Sure, he could be creepy at times, but you really wanted him to take the lead - after all, he was kinkier than the rest.  

“Good choice Bella,” melone added as he lay back on the couch, pulling you up with him. The two of you began to make out, hands grazing each other’s exposed skin. Melone moaned into your mouth as you started to grind your hips into him; feeling his cock get increasingly harder with every movement. Thank god you were wearing a skirt, Melone thought to himself. He pushed your lace panties to the side, and slowly began to drag his index and middle finger along your slit. Pulling away from the kiss, he jokingly mocked you. “You really are wet, bella. How long have you been wanting this, hm?” You shook your head and closed your eyes, barely able to form words, you just wanted to be fucked. Melone chuckled and lifted up your skirt. 

“You should all come here and see this for yourself.” 

Immediately, the rest of the men in the room leaned closer as melone lifted up your skirt; exposing your pussy to the hazy room and showing how shiny it was from your wetness. 

As if on queue, they all started to palm themselves through their pants as they patiently awaited their turns.

“Melone, hurry up. We don’t have all night.” Illuso added, his cock was the most visible in his pants since he was also close to you, but who was really paying attention? All you knew was that every man in this room was going to be inside you soon enough, in one way or another. 

Fed up with their insistent bickering for him to hurry, and the grinding of your hips, he finally pulled his long cock out. As slutty as it sounds, you knew how every man in La Squadra looked “down there” and Melone wasn’t lacking in any sense - his dick was always so smoothe. Lifting your hips slowly, you lined up his head with your entrance and slowly sunk down on him, eventually bottoming out. 

“Merda!” he hissed as he felt your tight walls clench around him. He instantly began to fuck up into you fast, the sound of skin-slapping echoing in the now-silent room. 

“Pull her skirt up so we can watch man!” Formaggio yelled. Melone didn’t really care, but he obliged anyways, for a brief moment at least, until Illuso interrupted him. 

Illuso pulled your face up by squeezing your cheeks, and you stared up at him with a lustful grin. You bit your lip as you ground your hips along melone. 

“Think you can take us both bellissima?” 

Before you could even answer him, Sorbet laughs under his breath. 

“Of course she can. She takes Gelato and I all the time.” 

The other members didn’t know this, so it was quite a shock to them. But really, no one gave a shit. You nodded up at Illuso, batting your lashes as you waited for him to make a move. Suddenly, he managed to push both you and Melone downwards into the couch, and soon you were laying on top of him. You pulled your skirt back up angling the view to Illuso as you anticipated for him to join in. Illuso and the other members watched - mesmerised - as they saw Melone fuck you. But the atmosphere was starting to change, and you knew these men were getting restless.

Illuso pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few pumps before kneeling between your and Melone’s legs. He spread apart your ass cheeks, getting a close-eye view of your beautiful cunt being stretched and fucked. He smirked, spitting on Melone’s cock to add some extra lube. He didn’t even need to ask permission - You and Melone were more than okay with this. 

Surprisingly, Illuso slipped in with ease. You really were that wet. 

The two men started to fuck you, grunting as they used your tight hole to their advantage. Illuso grabbed your hips, attempting to pull you more into a “doggy style” position, while Melone tried to pull you closer to him. You felt like a ragdoll between the two.

Meanwhile, Prosciutto, Pesci and Formaggio came up to you - standing in front of your face. “You forget about us, Dolcezza?” Prosciutto asked, blowing a puff of smoke from his cigarette.

You shook your head. How could you forget about the others? This was only the beginning!

Dazed and confused for a moment, you wanted to tell them to wait their turn, until Formaggio and Prosciutto brought out their hard cocks. Prosciutto dropped his cigarette and put it out with his shiny leather shoes. His hand began to pump his hard cock, pulling his foreskin back - while his other hand grabbed your hair; bringing your face closer to him. 

“Get to work, bella. And maybe when these fools are finished, ill fuck you good.” 

You hated when Prosciutto pulled your hair, but you knew tonight wasn’t going to be easy. Not only were they drunk - they were pent up and restless too. There was bound to be some roughness involved.

You opened up your mouth, making an ‘o’ shape as your left and right hand gently began stroking Formaggio and Pesci’s shafts. Prosciutto then took matters into his own hands and gripped the side of your cheeks - beginning to fuck your face.

It had only been minutes, but it felt like an hour already. There was so much movement going on from every angle, you didn’t even know what to think. Praactically every part of your body was being used!

Ghiaccio got closer to you and started to rub his hand against the soft mound of your ass, as Illuso and Melone continued to thrust into you. You, however, couldn’t even tell who was touching you anymore. From your peripheral vision, you could see other figures looming around you and jerking themselves off - just waiting for a turn.

Ghiaccio spit on his fingers before slowly rubbing your asshole - the sensation caused you to gasp - though it was muffled from Prosciutto’s cock being lodged in your throat. You could tell it was Ghiaccio by what he was doing- he knew what buttons of yours to press. You weren't going to complain though.

“Fuck. Bella - Im close.” Illuso spoke. “Wh-where should I finish?” he was starting to lose his composure.

Prosciutto was then courteous enough to pull out from your mouth, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before you spoke up.

“Inside. I want, I want you all inside!” 

Your words alone, and everyone’s grunts and swearing was enough to make Illuso finish. He shot his seed deep inside you, and the sudden warmth and wetness caused you to clench down on both Illuso and Melones’ dicks. Melone didn’t want to end so early but the pressure was just too much. Seconds later, he finished as well, his cum mixing with Illuso’s as both men came to a stand-still. 

Slowly, Illuso pulled out first as he gave his shaft one last pump to get rid of any excess cum. Melone followed after. Both men lifted you off of them, careful not to let any cum spill out. Immediately, you lifted your ass up and remained in doggy style position.

As the two men backed up and sat back down to “cool down” from fucking you, Prosciutto then pushed Ghiaccio away and grabbed your hips tightly. He surveyed you for a moment as your hands continued to jerk off Pesci and Formaggio. 

“Pesci, you’re next - don’t cum all over her hands, you're going to fill her up too” Prosciutto snapped.

You looked up at pesci - clear worry and anxiety on his face. 

“B-but!! I'm going to cum soon…. Her hands are so soft… it feels so nice” Pesci retorded back. Prosciutto paid him no attention as he noticed a small dribble of cum slowly drip down your folds. He smirked at this, and used the head of his cock to slide both the cum and his cock into you. 

Prosciutto began to fuck you at a a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust. Not like you needed it though, with all the cum lubricating your walls. He leaned down to pull your hair back and whisper in your ear. 

“My my.. I always knew you were a whore. Taking 3 mens cocks in one night? And letting them cum inside of you? Disgusting.” he hissed, landing a hard slap on your ass. 

You hated to admit it but everytime you and prosciutto fucked, he was always so vulgar and degrading. You loved it though. The deep tone of his voice and the smell of cigarettes that lingered in the air as he fucked you - it felt like heaven. Not being able to say much, you simply let out a whorish moan att his filthy comment.

“It's funny though, Dolcezza. Even though you’ve already taken 3 cocks, you’re still so -ngh- tight!”

You moaned again as your hands began to work Pesci andFormaggio’s cocks quicker. 

In the background, you could hear the faint laughter and conversations between the 8 men, going on about how good you are and how much of a slut you are being, but there was one voice you couldn’t hear - Risotto.

You quickly surveyed the room as best as you can, trying to find him. Meanwhile, you were letting out cute moans and grunts here and there, particularly, whenever Prosciutto hit your cervix. Finally your eyes settled on him. There he was, sitting in his black leather chair, stoic as ever - watching this all go down. Your eyes trailed to the massive girth underneath his pants which was more than noticeable. You bit your lip in anticipation just thinking of how good it would feel inside of you. It happened many times before, but taking the size of his cock was always the hardest. When prosciutto pulled your hair back, you let out an audible scream of pain and pleasure.

“You fucking Puttana.. Don't look at him! I'm the one fucking you right now!” he cursed, as he slapped your ass hard. You nodded your head as best as you can while risotto just smirked. 

Pesci pulled away from your grasp, panting

“I-if you don’t stop - ill cum all over your pretty face”Pesci whined. 

“it wouldn’t be the first time”, you thought.

While the other men laughed at him, you gave him a reassuring smile. He was always so kind to you. Prosciutto gestured for Pesci to join him, and after a few more seconds, Prosciutto came - spilling his seed inside of you and coating your walls white. He wasted no time in pulling out and pushing pesci into you, urging him to just hurry up and cum inside of you as well.

Prosciutto made his way back to your mouth, telling you to clean him up. And you did. You sucked him off clean before he tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants and walked away to sit somewhere. Pesci was so close to cumming, yet he still remained ever so gentle with you. It was a nice contrast compared to the others who were always so rough.

As you continued to jerk off formaggio, you urged pesci to cum! “You feel so Good, Pesci- you're such a good boy!” you said, hoping that would make him finish. After all, there were still 5 very needy men who wanted their turns. Seconds later, he came inside you as well, moaning louding. You already felt so full of cum - like you’d overflow at any given minute. But, there was still Formaggio, Ghiaccio, Sorbet, Gelato and of course, your Capo.

Prosciutto called Pesci over, slapping his neck enthusiastically as he congratulated him. 

Formaggio left your soft grasp and smirked, making his way behind you. “Finally, my turn!” he practically shouted. Just then, Gelato and sorbet, accompanied by Ghiaccio - came up to your face with their cocks out. You knew what that meant. 

As Formaggio began to thrust into you at a fast pace, you repeated what you were doing earlier in the night. Your hands grabbed onto whichever dick you could get between the three, while your mouth was shoved open by ghiaccio’s length.

The other men who had already finished were slowly beginning to get hard again as they watched you take 4 cocks at once. It was quite a lovely scene, and none of them could deny the fact that they missed how tight and wet your cunt felt around them.

A slap across your face from Ghiaccio seemed to knock you back to reality, and you altered your mouth movements so you could accommodate him better. It was intimidating, feeling all these eyes around you. Thank god for the alcohol, or you would have been a blushing-embarrassed mess by now.

Time seemed to be going by quicker every time, you almost didn’t even feel Formaggio cum inside you until he pulled out. You felt a small trail of it ooze out of you and immediately he used his sensitive cock head to push the dripping cum back into you.  

You were so close to overflowing. You knew you’d for sure be pregnant by the end of this. 

Ghiaccio pulled away from your mouth and pushed Formaggio aside, taking his spot. His thrusts were fast- and enough to pull you back and away from Sorbet & Gelato’s cocks. They shot Ghiaccio a look of disapproval but proceeded to wait it out.  Formaggio plopped down on the couch ; sinking into it as he shut his eyes. He always found sex to be so tiring. 

Ghiaccios thrusts were rough, and he pulled your hair back as he fucked into you like a jackhammer. Luckily for all this “lube” or you were positive that your pussy would be burning right now from his rough pace. He kept calling you a “puttana” over and over as he came inside of you. You bit down on your lip as you breathed in heavily, smiling to yourself as your pussy gratefully took in his cum, adding once again to the others. 

When he was finished, he made sure to let it be known how much of a whore you were, and how disgusted he felt with himself. However, none of the other men really paid him attention. It was Ghiaccio after all. What didn’t piss him off? 

Sorbet and Gelato took this into their own hands as soon as he was out of sight. They decided to double team you, like they always did. Sorbet slid underneath you - careful not to let you “tip” over and “spill” any cum. Meanwhile, Gelato lined himself up behind you. As if on queue - both men pushed inside of you at once, causing you to let out a gasp and a moan of pleasure. 

Whenever it was your night with them, they always loved to use you like this, though sometimes sorbet would fuck your ass while Gelato fucked your Pussy, and vice-versa. 

Both men gripped onto you tight as their thrusts increased.  When sorbet pulled out, Gelato pushed in. The contrast felt so nice as you felt the others sperm inside you make you extremely wet and slippery. 

As the two lovers came inside of you, their dicks were coated with a clear layer of cum- both from themselves and everything else.

You made sure to keep your ass in the air once again, as they exited your vicinity. 

Only one person left…

Risotto. 

Risotto was different from the others. He was quiet, and he rarely liked to engage in big group chatter. But with his team, it was different. 

He pushed you onto your back and put your legs over his shoulders - keeping you in the mating press position. It would be easier to take his full length this way anyways. As he leaned down to your face, he whispered:

“You’re such a cute little whore, Tesoro. Are you sure you’ve been stretched enough to take me? You know the others don’t compare-“ 

You held onto his cheeks and kissed him passionately. 

“You know your cock is the only one that can make me cum ~” 

You smiled at him as he pushed his length in as far as it could go. It was true what you said, risotto was the only one who could make you cum - and you felt extra attached to him for it. The way his thick cock felt inside of you was like heaven as you rubbed yourself to orgasm. 

Risotto started to thrust into you slowly. Even though he had waited all this time, and was practically straining against himself - he was still always so kind and gentle, only being rough when you begged for it. 

You could feel all the cum inside of you swishing around and mixing together. There. Was. So. Much ! 

Luckily risotto was so big, his cock acted like a plug of some sorts - keeping it all inside of you. That was, until, your orgasm approached. 

Using your slender fingers, you began to rub your clit, moaning as loud as you could to get the other men’s attention. You wanted them to know WHO was making you feel like this. Risotto just smirked as he continued to fuck you. It was a nice confidence boost, knowing he could make you moan from pleasure. 

Moments later, you screamed out your Capo’s name as you came all over his cock. The clenching of your walls sent him over the edge, and finally, he spilled his seed inside of you as well.  Some of it was even leaking out of the sides of your cunt.  As you both took a moment to catch your breath, risotto planted a chaste kiss on your forehead before holding your legs up and pulling out slowly. 

The other men got up from where they were and immediately turned their attention to you. Once again, the intense gaze of their eyes felt embarrassing, but you  couldn’t help but embrace how slutty you felt. 

The 9 men in the room looked at your cunt. Red, used, and gaping, as a small white ooze could be seen making its way out. 

You used your index and middle finger to gently rub the over-sensitive bundle of nerves, and sure enough, a gush of their cum came squirting out of you. 

All the men stared in awe as you chuckled and bit your lip. Thanks to Risotto holding your legs up and apart, it was easier to see just how much cum was inside of your small hole. 

“You’ve got to be pregnant after this Bella!” Melone shouted enthusiastically, though that was the last thing you wanted to think of right now. 

Melone walked up to you and scooped up some of the cum with his fingers, bringing it to your mouth and forcing you to suck his fingers clean.  

“Mmmm. Di molto ~” he hummed.

It took a few minutes, but as soon as you felt like most of their cum was out, Risotto let your legs go and you sat down, catching your breath.  The couch was now a mess, filled with sweat, cum and god knows what else. You were not going to have fun cleaning this tomorrow. 

Slowly as the night tapered off and the alcohol wore of, each man headed back to their rooms to get ready for bed. 

When all was said and done, you quickly showered, brushed your teeth, and plopped down in your bed - naked. Tonight was definitely satisfying. 

“I hope they all fuck me again…” you mumbled, before drifting off to sleep. Risotto, Prosciutto and all the other La Squadra members had heard this, as they stood outside of your door, watching your sleeping form. 

Maybe your wish would come true. 

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

Child!reader with cute owl wings being unfairly adorable and all of the Italian mafia wanting to adopt the adorable kid so Child!reader suggests sharing custody. Now everyone gets to hear adorable owl chirps all hours of the day

This one sent me for a loop im gonna be honest never written anything owlchild before but I feel like this would suit La Squadra nicely. This is absolute crack and I love the idea of Melone being a slightly unhinged scientist but in a funny way so pls enjoy this nonsense 

It was a nice day for a stroll, Prosciutto figured, there was even a cute little owl cooing in the park this afternoon. Wait, afternoon. Owls were never out at this time of day. He was instantly on his guard and looked around only to see a small child with owl wings cooing at a trash can. 

Oh god what has Melone done this time. Prosciutto dismisses Grateful Dead and surveys the area, quickly noticing Buccellati and Abbachio sitting on a bench not too far away from the girl. Oh no, oh no no no no they could not find out that Melone was behind this. He was under very strict “no human experimentation” rules since last time and the boss had made it abundantly clear that the whole squad would be punished next time. And they were still pretty much broke since last time... Prosciutto hurried over to the child and whisked her away before Buccellati could notice her. 

Prosciutto burst open the door to the base “MELONE WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THIS POOR CHILD!” Melone casually brushed some hair out of his face and squinted at the bird child clinging to Prosciutto’s leg. “Hm? I've never seen her before in my life” Then turned back to the book in his hand. Pesci looked around nervously, this conversation didn't involve him but it was making him really nervous… Giacchio looked like he was about to explode and Illusso decided now was a good time to go back to the mirror realm. 

“BULL SHIT” Prosciutto roared, then taking a deep breath turned down to the child, “Have you seen this man before?” She looked up at him with her large owl eyes, shook her head, and gave a few negative chirps. Prosciutto ruffled her head feathers before the realization set in.

“Congratulations Prosciutto, you just kidnapped your first child.” Melone held his book above his mouth to hide his devilish grin, this was too much fun so early in the day. Oh fuck, Prosciutto thought to himself. As if things couldn’t get any worse Risotto walked in, impassive as ever merely looking between the girl and Prosciutto a few times expecting an explanation. 

“She was eating trash! I couldn't just leave her there! And look what Melone did to her!” Prosciutto rambled. “Mm I thought we had established I had absolutely nothing to do with this adorable abomination?” Melone cooed to the girl. She nodded in agreement.

Risotto simply rolled his eyes and knelt down to the girls level. Melone was right she was adorable, maybe she would like lunch or something- no, best to put her back where she belongs. “Do you have a home?” She nodded and chirped in affirmation, “I live with Buccellati, he said if I'm ever lost to tell them he’s my dad.” 

“Fuck.” Risotto mumbled. Melone cackled so hard he fell off the couch. Pesci started crying and Prosciutto froze in place. 

“Great job Prosci! You kidnap a child AND started a gang war all in one day!” Melone howled from the floor. “We have to bring her back right?” Prosciutto asked nervously. “No.” Risotto replied and walked off.

 “Shared custody?” The owl girl chirped. “Such a bright little bird!” cooed Melone right back, “Lets keep her!” 

[neroesecuzioni]

watching your devil side

one.

///

The sun blazed through the large airport windows and the soft, hazy morning mist descended upon Naples. You hadn’t been in the since your last photo shoot for some jewellery line two years ago but you heard news about an old friend while preparing a home base for your art exploits in Europe.

The little kid you once saved from a beating after a pick-pocketing incident in Naples when he was ten and still had black hair was now the Don of the Passione and blond if your sources were right. You had meant to visit him two years ago but he was a hard kid to track down and meet within a time span of three days. However, now, you had all the time in the world with your current job as an artist and you were going to buy him an espresso like you promised all those years ago.

You tapped the screen of your phone and hummed.

I didn’t know you turned blond, you sent a text message and signed it with your typical Devil Yin attached to let him know it was you.

Your luggage trembled as you traversed through the bustling airport, looking for a sign with your name on it. The private driver you hired had given you explicit instructions. 

A tall man with silvery hair and in his fifties stood among the small crowds waiting for other passengers but held a small sign with your name written boldly in black. You shot him a friendly smile and waved. He bowed his head and tucked away the sign, gesturing for you to follow him.

“Hello, sir. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

“Not at all, young miss,” he answered as he led you to a black car, “please, hand me your luggage. I trust your flight went well?”

“As well as any fourteen hour flight can go,” you replied wryly.

He opened the door for you and you slipped into the backseat, crossing your legs. The silky fabric of your pants pressed into your skin and you itched to get out of them to let your body breath after the stale plane air.

“Still the villa in Napoli, miss?”

“Yes, take your time. I still need to decompress from the trip and car rides are perfect for that.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out.

How did you know that?

You smiled and typed out quickly. I just do. Remember that espresso I promised you six years ago? You’re old enough to drink one now, don’t you think?

I accept your offer. Where are you staying? I’ll send a car over.

You texted him the address to your villa and told him to meet you at lunch. That would give you enough time to decompress, get ready, and unpack half of your things. You were staying in Italy for a while, after all.

///

A black sedan with a polite but distant driver picked you up thirty minutes before noon and deposited you in front of a little cafe tucked in between a bakery and a bookstore. You walked in, the sharp but comforting scent of espresso wafted and curled around you.

A blond head of dramatic curls peeked out from a booth along with a shock of black-blue hair. 

“I, Giorno Giovanna, will be a Gangstar!” The kid proclaimed.

That looked enough like a dramatic Gangstar to you.

“Giorno Giovanna?” you asked.

The boy turned around and sharp turquoise eyes landed on you. “It’s really you, Yin.”

“The one and only.” Your gaze slid to the man sitting beside him and you blinked. “Bruno Buccellati?”

“Devil Yin,” he greeted, a welcoming smile on his face. “It’s been a while.”

“...well, it seems like I’m caught as a disadvantage,” you said, “may I sit?”

“Yes, of course.” Giorno waved his hand. “Actually, you decided to visit at a good time.”

You sat down across from them and scrutinised the two. They were well put together with expensive suits, styled hair, and gleaming jewellery. “I’ve heard. Don of the Passione at sixteen is quite a feat. You really did become a Gangstar. Congratulations.”

Giorno smiled. “Thank you, but that’s not why your visit is...fortunate.”

“I assume the reason is why you’re here as well, signore Buccellati,” you said, guarded.

Buccellati smiled. “Perhaps Bruno would be best, signorina Yin.”

That wasn’t actually your name but you didn’t comment further, scanning the cafe. A red-patterned hat caught your eye, peeking out from another booth, and another booth with a familiar looking man with long silver hair caught your eye.

The presence of the Capo of Squadra Guardie del corpo along with his team was either a very good thing or a very bad thing and you sure hoped it was the former. You did not want to get shot at when you were trying to buy an espresso for a brat you met six years ago. You didn’t even know if this was a good idea considering the pendulum could swing any way and you wouldn’t know it.

“Hello!” A waitress swanned in, smiling prettily. “Is there anything I can get for you today?”

“A caffè lungo,” you said, staring at the two men across from you.

Giorno smiled charmingly at the waitress. “The same as her.”

“A caffè macchiato,” Bruno said.

You narrowed your eyes at them when the waitress disappeared with your orders.

“Now, why is Leone Abbacchio, signore Buccellati’s right hand man, and some strange teenager with a stand also in this cafe?” You leaned back. “I guess this isn’t the casual meeting I proposed?”

Giorno and Bruno exchanged glances and a smile cracked the blond’s facade.

“Still as perceptive as ever,” he said.

“And that’s not an answer.”

Bruno leaned forward, hands brace on the table. “We have a proposal for you, signorina Yin.”

“Listen, I’m just here to buy Giorno the espresso I promised he could have when he turned sixteen the last time we met. Not for any business with the Passione.”

He smiled, amused and infinitely a softer charm compared to the teenager beside him. 

“Come work for me in the Passione as an assassin,” Giorno said lowly. Calm, steady, and self-assured, and the turquoise eyes intense as he stared at you.

You looked at the waitress reappearing with your drinks, waiting for her to set them down and leave their presence once more. She probably knew they were the mafia with how quickly she scurried away.

“No,” you said and pushed Giorno’s drink at him while sliding the macchiato towards Bruno. The man accepted it graciously but your gaze didn’t leave Giorno’s unchanging expression. 

“No?” he asked calmly. 

“I quit the business, Giorno.” You shook your head and slid your phone across the table towards him with one of your galleries from Seattle, Washington. “I’m a painter and model now with a lot of money in stocks. I can’t go around assassinating people without drawing attention to myself. I put that life behind me for a reason.”

"We need someone of your calibre especially after the power change," he insisted. "Our assassination team lost two members before the change in power. They need a new but experienced hand and with your skills, their repertoire would expand. The amount of missions would increase for them."

You tilted your head. “...I’ll give you twenty minutes to give me the full story and another five to convince me.”

He smirked.

///

You cradled your empty cup, staring into the ceramic.

“That’s a ride,” you finally said. “A very, very long ride with too many lane changes and things going downhill but I don’t see what this has to do with you wanting me to become an assassin.”

“La Squadra Esecuzoni were being underutilised by Diavolo and we don’t want them to feel the same as they had beneath him,” Bruno explained.

“You’re afraid they’ll rebel.” You set down the cup. “And that’s not something you can afford right now. Aren’t they satisfied with the territory you’ve given them?”

“No,” Giorno said, leaning forward on folded hands. “They want more after helping us overthrow Diavolo.”

“I won’t become an assassin again,” you said.

Giorno’s expression furrowed and Bruno’s shoulders tensed, ever so slightly, but they wouldn’t force you to bend to their will. They were too nice for that.

“But... I think there’s a way I can help you.”

“Without becoming an assassin?” Bruno asked.

"I have a job in mind for them. How do they feel about being bodyguards?" You set your hands on the table between you. “I might need some while I’m here.”

“Bodyguards?” Giorno blinked.

“Did you know I was held hostage a few months ago by some pirates in the Indian Ocean? None of my friends answered my texts for two weeks. It really hurt my feelings.”

The two men in front of you exchanged looks.

///

It was rare for Risotto to call a team meeting nowadays. The last time had been hunting down Diavolo with Buccellati's squad but he was dead and Giorno hadn’t done anything yet.

Risotto sat at the head of their conference table in their new headquarters.

"The Boss has a new mission for us,” he announced. Red eyes surveyed their reactions. “As bodyguards to an important client.”

"What the fuck?" Ghiaccio said. "We're fucking assassins and he's sending us as bodyguards? Who the fuck does he think he is? Is he downgrading us?"

“Buccellati’s squad can’t handle it?” Prosciutto raised an eyebrow.

"We have no choice but to accept." Risotto slid a document into the centre of the table. “It’s a long term contract. Two of us at all times. Cash salary.”

“Di molto,” Melone breathed, eyes wide. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Holy shit.” Formaggio leaned forward to look closer at the papers. “Who the fuck are we protecting? A princess?”

“Is that a clause for vacation pay?” Illuso asked, incredulous. “They’re offering hitmen vacation pay?”

Prosciutto ran his fingers over the numbers, brows furrowed. “How did Giovanna secure something like this?”

Pesci’s eyes flickered between the other members then his black eyes landing on his mentor and asked nervously, “This is good... right, bro?”

Prosciutto didn’t answer, deep in thought as he leafed through the papers.

“Why the fuck is he giving us this mission instead of Buccellati’s squad? They’re meant for guarding. What’s Giovanna planning?” Ghiaccio scowled, arms crossed. “He would not give us something like this without leverage.”

“Giovanna said the client specifically requested us.” Risotto’s deep voice interrupted him before he could fall into a rant.

Ghiaccio adjusted his red glasses and smoothed his blue curls.

“Giorno said the client wants us to meet them at Passione headquarters.” Risotto folded his hands over the table, the black sclera of his eyes emphasised the red of his gaze. The resolve in his eyes silencing the rest of the members’ protests. “I will take Prosciutto and Illuso with me.”

“This is a hard offer to turn down,” Melone said.

“Do you have to say something we already know?” Illuso sighed.

///

Summary: La Squadra Esecuzioni ends up helping Bruno’s squad defeat Diavolo and everyone lives but the journey hasn’t even begun. Giorno becomes Don of the Passione and revolutionises the mafia but La Squadra finds themselves underutilized despite the new territory they've been given. At least, until you, an old friend of Giorno’s, takes a trip back to Naples. What they never expect is that you're a whirlwind in disguise and they can't help but get caught in your restless winds.

This entire storyline takes place in the year 2020 and everyone is alive. I can’t write a story without modern day technology or memes. Yes, this is a shitty first chapter. It might get better from here on out but we’re trying to establish a snappy first base for the zero attention span squad (me, that squad is me.)

(ao3 link)

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

La Squadra LP!

(LATO B)

I made another La Squadra playlist, this time with both Italian and English songs, as requested by the survey.

Tracklist:

00:00 Intro (The Devil Does Drugs-My life with The Thrill Kill)

02:53 Shake That-Eminem feat. Nate Dogg

07:32 Russell Crowe-SALMO

10:50 Gore-Graveyardguy

14:04 Righ Here, Right Now-Fatboy Slim

18:07-Pop Porno-Il Genio

21:30-Il Dito Medio di Galileo-Caparezza

[efootballpes2020trucchi]

eFootball PES 2020 Trucchi - eFootball PES 2020 Trucco myClubMonete e GP Gratuite

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RISOTTO AT THE DELIVERY ROOM WITH HIS S/O AND MEETING THE BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME? PLS AND TY :DDDDD

"May I ask for Risotto finding out hes going to be a papa? - Anon"

Risotto Nero

- Risotto can be hard to read, even for those closest to him. The slight arch of his eyebrows and widening of his eyes are the only hints at his shock once you told him you're pregnant. He doesn't say much as he back in his office chair, lost in his own thoughts while you patiently wait for him to respond. Suddenly, he pulls you down onto his lap and runs a hand over your abdomen. You swear you see a smile on his face as he leans down to kiss your stomach.

- Whether either of you choose to tell La Squadra or not, they will find out. All the baby prep, has him looking more tired and stressed and it's very obvious. That, and they're all super nosy. His team tries to get him to take the day off when they notice he's getting particularly irritable.

- At first, he tries to focus on work, getting his team together and taking care of as many loose ends as possible, so he doesn't have to worry about it when you really need him. As you get bigger, he stays at home more and heads his team from the sidelines. If he really has to go, he makes sure at least one other La Squadra member is with you. For protection.

- Sometimes, when he comes in late at night and he thinks you're asleep, he talks to your stomach. You let him have his moment.

- He reads a lot of parenting books and watches a lot of DIY videos when putting the room together. He's an excellent handyman and, of course, the Metallica beans make themselves useful. When not being put to work, many will float around your growing abdomen, sometimes even kissing at or humming to the bump while Risotto gives you a massage.

- He seems as stone-faced as ever when the baby comes. He helps you into the care and gets you to the hospital without so much as batting an eye, but he's freaking out completely on the inside. You're in a lot of pain and crying and there's so much going on at once. He just tries to keep cool, holding your hand and talking you through everything.

- When things finally calm down, you were left alone. Risotto's head rests on your shoulder and his arms are around your waist while you're cradling the baby and leaning back into his hold. He watches the baby moving around, trying to survey the world around them.

- “They're beautiful, amore.” He whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You giggle. "Ready to hold them?"

- He nods and you both adjust your position so you can hand him the baby. So innocent and pure, he wasn't sure how something so precious could exist. His heart melts and he smiles, trying hard to fight back tears that were forming in his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so at peace.

[abbacchiosbelt]

Hello ma'am, can I kindly request Sorbet and Gelato with a newly joined, haughty fem member of La Squadra who gets on their last fucking nerve so after they're assigned and finish a mission together, they take advantage of the situation in order to teach her a lesson? Thanks in advance.

saddle up, y’all, because this is the most sinful filth i’ve written to date! please read the content warnings. this is not a fun ride for the reader character. seriously.

Control Yourself | Sorbet x F!Reader x Gelato

CW: Non-con, Degradation, Slurs, Violence, Knife Play 

Crinklingyour nose at the sight in front of you – several battered and bloodied bodiesscattered around your actual target – you turn on your heel and point anaccusatory finger at your two teammates leaning against the kitchen table, theirshoulders pressed closely together as they survey the scene.

“This wassupposed to be a clean hit,” You spit, stalking your way towards them. “Didyou really have to make a mess of things like this? Shit. I’ll ask Risottomyself to never be assigned with you assholes again. You can clean thisup and I’ll write the mission report outside.”

Sorbet andGelato just stare at you, their calm expressions despite being covered in bloodunnerving you. It was just your luck that you got assigned to La Squadra,consisting of several of the most irritating men you’d been unlucky enough tomeet during your time in Passione. These two took the cake, though – after refusingto give them the time of day and earning glares from Sorbet whenever you spoke,Risotto assigned the three of you on a mission together.

It had beensimple enough, minus the eye-rolls from Gelato whenever you said something andthe painful bruises that Sorbet left when he accidentally pushed youinto a wall or grabbed at you with little care. The way the mission had ended,though – fuck, did you hate them. Instead of taking out the singletarget, Sorbet and Gelato rid the safe house you had infiltrated of their entireteam with fervent excitement, Gelato slashing the throats of anyone close tohim with ease and Sorbet easily crushing anyone with sheer strength unluckyenough to get in his path.

Now, insteadof a quick getaway, you were left with two blood-spattered teammates and a pileof dead bodies amidst all the other destruction. Well. At least the target hadbeen taken out, but all you could think about was getting away from yourteammates.

As youturned around to leave the mess behind, not bothering to give a last glance tothe two men, you hear a low laugh that sends a chill through your spine. Amoment later you’re on the ground and struggling to breathe, crushed beneaththe weight of a body on top of you. Whipping your head around, you turn to seethat it’s Sorbet that has you pinned.

“What thefuck are you doing?” You hiss, gritting your teeth when the arm on your backpresses painfully in-between your shoulder blades. “You can’t do this, we’re onthe same team!”

– and there’sthe laugh again, accompanied this time by Gelato’s hyena-like chuckle that youhated so much. You try your best to wiggle out from under his grip, but it’s tono avail. Sorbet leans down enough to have his breath tickling against your earwhen he speaks.

“Do you reallythink that matters to us?” He punctuates the last word with another push of hisarm – you swallow back the yelp of pain trying to escape and kick your legs,crying out when a crushing pain comes down against them.

“Sorbet, Ithink she needs to learn some manners.” The boot on your leg twists in and youwince, hiss of air escaping between your teeth. (Of course, Gelato had to be anasshole and wear military-grade boots that were strong enough to rip into yourskin—)

“I agree. Alesson on how to behave, perhaps?” Sorbet’s breath tickles your ear again,making you shiver under his body. He lets out a throaty laugh and bites the topof your ear harshly, making another cry of pain escape your mouth. “Oh,sweetheart, are you really so desperate for some attention? You like this sortof thing?”

“No,” yourasp, wiggling again. Searing pain suddenly blooms in your side as Gelato’sboot slams into it, making you convulse and gasp for air under Sorbet’s heavybody. Sorbet’s tongue licks a stripe up the nape of your neck and you startle, shiftinguncomfortably under him.

“You horny bitch,”Gelato says, and Sorbet licks at your neck again. Whimpering, you shudder andbite back the moan trying to fight its way out. The weight on your backdisappears and you breathe a sigh of relief before you’re roughly tugged ontoyour back, Sorbet and Gelato looming above you. Gelato’s foot is still restingon your leg, pressing in hard enough to tear at the skin under your pants, sotrying to escape is out of the question.

“Let me go,I-I’ll tell Risotto about this!” You stammer, your voice coming out shaky.Sorbet raises an eyebrow.

“If you don’twant to participate, lurida puttana (fucking whore), I’ll be more than happy to personallydeliver the news of your failure to Risotto.” Sorbet puts a foot on your chestand presses down, causing you to cough and gasp for air. “The only thing they’llmiss is having your ass to stare at.”

Gelatolaughs when your face screws up like you’re about to cry – fuck, don’t cryin front of them – but you hold it back and try to slow your rapidlybeating heart, your eyes darting between the two of them. Gelato’s foot slidesoff your leg and tears more skin with it, ripping the fabric and exposing the woundto the air. A low whine leaves your throat and Sorbet brings his foot to yourjaw to roughly push your head in his direction.

“So? Do youwant to learn your lesson?” Your eyes dart from Sorbet’s expectant stare downto your lower half as Gelato cuts through the material and tears them off ofyou, leaving your bottom half exposed, the cute underwear you had put on thismorning seeming like a mistake in light of what was happening now.

“Aw, did youexpect something like this to happen? Is that why you wore something so cutefor us?” Gelato toys with the hem of your panties using his blood-stainedknife, the red color staining the fabric.

You yelpwhen you’re tugged up by your hair, Sorbet’s forehead pressed directly toyours.

“I asked youa question, puttana. Answer me.” His breath smells like blood and cigarettesand you wonder if everything up to this point has been a mistake – but all youcan do is nod weakly and hope your feigned obedience will give you a chance torun away.

“Y-yes,” youwhimper. Sorbet’s face softens and you think for just a second he might kissyou, until he loosens his fingers from your hair and lets your head slam backinto the ground. Gelato stops what he’s doing to look at Sorbet and in that singlesecond you sweep your legs to knock Gelato off balance and try to scurry away –but your hands barely find purchase before you’re being smashed back to the groundby a boot to your chest. For a moment you wheeze and wonder if they justcracked a rib, but your vision is starry and there are fingers threadingpainfully through your hair again.

“Donnacciastupida (stupid slut),” Gelato hisses, his face inches from yours. “Ti ammazzo (I’ll kill you).”

Your head isdropped back and slammed against the ground once more, painfully tenderalready. Warmth trickles down your forehead and you realize with horror you’rebleeding – but with the threat of death above you, a trivial detail doesn’tmatter.

A heavyweight slams onto your pelvis and you buck forwards, slammed back down immediatelyby two hands on your shoulders digging in painfully. Sorbet is straddling you, histeeth bared.

“One morechance, troia. Only because they’ve been dying to find out what kind of lay youare.” One of Sorbet’s hands slide to your throat and tightens around it. Youwiden your eyes in fear and he sneers. “Pay attention during your lesson,raggazzina (little girl).”

“Now apologizeto Gelato,” Sorbet says, climbing off of you and sliding around to your back tomaneuver you painfully onto your knees. You don’t even register what’s happeninguntil Gelato’s cock is shoved into your face, his musk invading your senses.You wrinkle your nose and Gelato clicks his tongue at you.

“Don’t bite,or I’ll cut your tongue out.” To make his point, Gelato brings his knife toyour face and trails a thin line down your cheek, stinging pain left behind asthe knife cuts into your skin. There was no escape now – so you open your mouthand Gelato shoves his member in roughly, tasting of bitter salt and blood.

You chokeand almost lose balance, but Sorbet is still behind you, holding on to yourarms in a painfully tight grip to keep you upright. Gelato’s thrusts into yourmouth are erratic and rough, his heavy balls slapping your face with every pumpand filling the room with a sick squelching noise.

“Guess we’vefinally found a use for that mouth of yours,” Gelato mumbles, thrusting deepand holding his cock down your throat while he watches you struggle. Your eyesstart to well up with tears and you almost feel like you could throw up untilhe pulls back out, leaving you coughing up your own saliva all over yourself. Hegrins before he shoves himself back into your mouth, his thrusts hard enough tohave his cock hitting the back of your throat.

Trying toconcentrate on anything else, you whimper around Gelato’s cock and earn apleased hum from him when you feel Sorbet’s hand trailing down your body andstraight into your panties, rubbing two fingers up against your wet center,your body betraying your mind. Before you can get any real pleasure, Sorbetdraws his fingers out and holds them up to Gelato, with what you can onlyassume is a grin from behind you.

“Gelato, lanostra piccola cagna (our little whore) is enjoying this.”

Gelato hissesout something that Sorbet seems to understand – and a moment later Sorbetpushes his fingers through your hair and shoves you against Gelato’s cock,forcing you to take the whole length down your throat. Ropes of his cum shootdirectly into your throat, hot and salty enough to make you choke, tearsrunning down your face as your nose is buried in his thick pubic hair.

Sorbetfinally pulls you back and you gasp for air, coughing and struggling hopelesslyin Sorbet’s one-handed grasp. Gelato sneers down at you as his cock, still rockhard, presses into your cheek painfully.

“We nevershould have let you out, it’s clear you can’t control yourself.” Gelato saysbefore reeling back to spit directly on your face. You make a noise of disgustand try to jerk away but Sorbet’s grip is like a vice, and you’re left with itrunning down your forehead and into your eye.

And despitehow terribly and horribly disgusted you are, despite the pain blooming all overyour body, the ache between your legs is steady and confusing – nothing getspast either of them, so Sorbet rips off your shirt before you can protest, easilyslicing through your bra with the aid of Gelato’s knife and letting it fall tothe floor.

Your pantiesare ripped off next, followed by the shoes you still had on – leaving you baredfully to the both of them, bloodied and bruised. Gelato roughly pries your legsapart and exposes your glistening core, toothy grin spreading onto his face. Sorbetpeeks over from behind you, clicking his tongue just as Gelato did earlier.

“Now that weknow you’re so easy, I don’t think you’ll be worth taking on missions anymore. Howcould anyone concentrate, knowing such a shameless little slut is right next tothem?” Sorbet releases your arms and comes around to the front, Gelato’s arms immediatelysnaking around his waist as they both stare at you, chest heaving and bodyshivering from the cold in the room. The blush creeping up your face shouldn’tbe there, they’d already taken enough from you, but the embarrassment andexcitement from being stared at so shamelessly is sending your head spinning.

Your eyesdart down to Sorbet’s pants when you hear a zipper being undone and a beltfalling to the floor – and you can’t help but whimper and try to back away whenhe pulls himself out of his pants. Gelato has a manic grin on his face as hewatches you assess Sorbet’s cock – you didn’t know men could be this big…it was going to tear you apart and by the look on Gelato and Sorbet’s faces,they were going to enjoy the process.

Sorbet tiltshis head towards Gelato’s and captures his boyfriend in a messy kiss, the noisesof their lips sliding across each other making something in your stomach twist.Sorbet pulls back with his hand tangled in Gelato’s messy curls, his foreheadpressed against him in a tender gesture, unlike what he’d done to you earlier.

“I’d ratherbe in you,” Sorbet says – and what the fuck, Gelato giggles, and pressesa sloppy kiss to Sorbet’s mouth. “But there’s time for that later, Gelato.”

“Stupidetroie (stupid sluts) like this aren’t good for anything else.” Gelato says, staring you downwith a look that makes your stomach churn in fear. He flashes his knife towardsyou and considers for a moment, before homing in on your chest. You swallow feelyour heart rate increase as Gelato scoots closer, hard cock still hanging fromhis pants.

He taps hisknife to the corner of his lip while he stares at your heaving chest, his eyesseeming to roam over nothing in particular.

Sorbet’s handon your thigh makes you yelp, distracting Gelato for a moment. He doesn’t seemangry, though, and instead turns to look at Sorbet line himself up with yourentrance. You wince when Sorbet’s head brushes against your aching sex – you wishyou weren’t here but god if the pounding in your chest and warm heat in yourstomach weren’t telling you otherwise.

Sorbet rubshis thick head against you for a few moments before plunging himself in – you scream,and your hands rip at the cold floor beneath you – it hurts, and it feelslike he’s tearing you apart. More tears spring from your eyes and start runningdown your messy face, making Sorbet snort in amusement. You cry out in protestwhen Sorbet starts a slow pace, his massive cock spreading your walls furtherwith every thrust.

“Fottutaputtana (fucking whore),” Sorbet growls, leaning close to you and pressing his cock inimpossibly deep. You hiccup a sob and try to lean away from him, but his lipscapture yours in a chaste kiss before he bites hard enough to draw blood. “You’llbe La Squadra’s cassonetto di sborra (cum dumpster) from now on. Look how easily you let mycock in, troia.”

Sorbet leansback up and glances to Gelato, his hand slowly pumping over his hard cock,leaking precum.

“Keep goingslow,” Gelato murmurs, looking down at Sorbet’s cock pumping in and out of you.Sorbet raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “It’ll hurt more. For now.”

Sorbet nodsand you huff and moan in response – earning a particularly hard thrust that hasyour eyes bulging and mouth hanging open, in too much pain to even cry out. Itfeels like hours but the thrusts eventually start to become almost pleasurable,the burning stretch fading only in the slightest. Every pull has Sorbet’s cockrubbing against your g-spot and tightening around him, eliciting a quiet growl fromhim every other thrust.

The feel ofcold metal on your bare chest brings you out of the pleasured haze and insteadwidening your eyes at Gelato, his knife’s tip gliding across one of yourbreasts. You want to whimper out for him to stop but it’s too much – so youwatch with disgust as the blood leaks out over your nipple, Gelato dipping downto suck it into his mouth. His mouth isn’t gentle, and you cry out, wincing athis harsh suck and the feel of his teeth scraping across the sensitive bud. Thecut he sliced into your breast doesn’t hurt in comparison to the sting ofSorbet repeatedly bottoming out in you – you’re left between the two like aragdoll.

Gelatorepeats the action with your other breast and your eyes squeeze shut when he finisheshis ministrations and runs the blade down your chest, his tongue following tolap up the blood.

“Please,”you manage to mumble, hands shaking as your grasp lightly at Gelato’s shoulder.“It hurts—”

Gelato liftshis head and meets your eyes, blood-stained lips curling into a sick smile.

“Well, Isuppose I can do something else.” Gelato places his knife to the side and leansover to Sorbet, whispering something in his boyfriend’s ear before pulling himinto a messy kiss, blood staining Sorbet’s lips when Gelato pulls away. Youfeel sick.

Withoutwarning Sorbet pulls out of you, leaving you achingly empty. You want to crawlaway and sleep, to get away from them, but a moment later you’re being liftedinto the air as they both stand. You’re not sure how they have enough strengthwith your practically limp body, but Sorbet has you pulled around him. Weakly,you wrap your legs around his midsection for support, knowing he’d drop you otherwise.

Sorbet’scock rubs at your entrance and you sigh quietly, both from pain and the briefmoment of pleasure when his head rubs against your clit. The thought of maybefinding release is lost when you feel Gelato pressing against your back, his handsgroping at your ass before holding tight there for leverage.

“You’ll likethis, stupida puttana (stupid whore).” Gelato hisses out into your ear, running his tongue downyour neck until he stops and bites the junction between your neck and shoulderhard enough to draw blood.

“Stop,” youmoan – you feel so weak now, all the fight you had earlier gone. You wished itwas over, or that one of them would be merciful enough to rub your clit. “Please,I learned my lesson, I promise.”

“Hmm.” Sorbethums, rubbing his head against your clit deliberately. You whine and try to rutyour hips against him, but it’s no use with how you’re being held.

“Extracredit, then.” Gelato says, before both of them snicker. Fucking bastards.Gelato’s cock presses into your entrance and he rubs himself before you feelSorbet’s cock pressed up against his, and with horror, you realize what they’reabout to do.

“W-wait,”you stammer, desperate. “It’ll hurt too much.”

“Shh,”Gelato coos, and his sickeningly sweet voice makes you want to vomit. Sorbetpushes in at the same time Gelato does, and your walls stretch more than youthought was possible, Gelato’s thick cock snug to Sorbet’s own impressivemember.

“Oh cazzo,”Sorbet says, slowly inching himself in against Gelato. “Questa troia dovrà (this slut) wasmade for our cocks.”

“Let’s keepher as our giocattolo da scopare (our fuck toy),” Gelato mumbles against your shoulder, beforesucking at the wound he bit earlier. All you can feel is white hot painsplitting you apart, mixed with a distant pleasure that’s keeping you grounded –you want to cry out, to scream, to do anything, but all you do is loll your head backagainst Gelato’s shoulder and whimper out in pain.

Somehow, they manage to fit their cocks inside of your tight walls, almostpainfully snug against each other. Gelato and Sorbet are both moaning out loudly– you know it’s not for you, no, it’s for each other and how their cocks feelviolating you – but it has you bouncing slightly on them and trying to adjust,to get anything out of this.

And maybe it’s because you’re so far gone that you can’t thinkstraight, but it starts to feel good as they drag themselves against your sensitiveand spread walls, cocks rubbing against spots that have you crying out inpleasure and tightening around both of them, biting into your bottom lip andmumbling out their names. It’s encouragement for them to fuck you harder,faster, hoping to finally break you in as their own personal fuck toy – and it’snot long before they’re pumping into you in a painful rhythm that has both ofthem chasing their release, thrusting desperately into you and against eachother.

Gelato finishes first, hissing out expletives and biting down on yourshoulder when he cums, his cock twitching against Sorbet’s as he fills you withhis release. Gelato stays inside while Sorbet rubs against him, the dark-hairedman finishing a few moments later, groaning loudly while he fills you with hiswarm cum.

You’re not sure why – maybe it’s because they knew you were ruined now,bound to them – but someone’s hand reaches around to your clit and you findyourself crying out when your own orgasm is finally granted, clenching aroundtheir cocks and eventually going limp against them, breathing heavily.

They pull out with a loud squelch that gives you the same empty feelingyou felt earlier, their cum running down your thighs and making a mess beneathyou. With little care, they drop you to the ground and you groan out in pain,too tired to move.

Moments later Gelato is standing over you with his phone – and he muttersa far too happy ‘Say cheese’ before he’s snapping pictures of your body on thefloor, nudging you with his boot to spread you open and take a picture of yourswollen entrance, dripping with their cum.

You don’t register anything but the sound of clothes being put back on,but you’re left naked and cold, too tired to move. Sorbet is suddenly standingover you, staring down at you with the same stoic expression he always wears.

“We’ll see you for the mission report tomorrow. By the way, we’releaving, so you can clean the mess up.” His stoic expression breaks for a lowgrin as he watches you grimace, even in your tired state. Gelato slides his handsaround Sorbet’s waist and stares down at you with the same expression hisboyfriend held.

“Welcome to La Squadra. It’s a shame this will be your last fieldmission.” Gelato says, faking a pout before smiling at you, sharp teeth digginginto his bloodstained bottom lip.

“I’m sure Risotto will be happy to hear about your other merits, troia.You were useless otherwise.” Sorbet grins at you and nudges your head with hisfoot. “Cheer up. You’re lucky we got to you first.”

Both of them laugh before turning around and leaving without anotherword, leaving you to lie on the floor covered in blood and aching, drippingwith their release.

Maybe they were right about you all along – at least you were good forthis.

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Dio Brando: 167 La Squadra: 160 Diavolo and Doppio: 157 Diego Brando: 152 Kira Yoshikage: 144 Kars and the Pillar Men: 142 Enrico Pucci: 131 Funny Valentine: 117 Boss’s Guard Squad: 110

For the fill-in portion, there was a lot of love for Part Three’s minor villains. Vanilla Ice had the most write-in votes, followed by Hol Horse, the Oingo Boingo brothers, Mariah, and Midler. Part Seven’s Blackmore was also widely requested. Part Eight’s rock humans also made quite the presence, specifically Yotsuyu and Aisho. Jobin Higashikata was also submitted on a handful of surveys.

Other fill-in responses included Dio’s sons from Part Six, N’Doul, Akira, Wekapipo, and the Narcotics Team from Purple Haze Feedback.

⭐ Questions and Comments

Overall, we received a lot of very excited feedback from the comments portion of the interest check! We were given some quality advice regarding payment, bundling, and newer Jojo artists that we will definitely be keeping in mind during the course of the project. Only a few questions were asked, and we’ll answer them here. They can also be found in the FAQ. 

Will this zine be with or without profit?

This will be a for-profit zine.

Will there be a discord?

Yes! Discord will be a requirement for those who want to contribute to the zine.

This is Met Gala but with JoJo villains, right?

Exactly.

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Gli strani capricci del campo magnetico terrestreQualcosa di strano sta succedendo in cima al mondo. Il polo magnetico Nord della Terra si è allontanato dal Canada e si è spostato verso la Siberia, spinto dagli sballottamenti del ferro liquido all'interno del nucleo del pianeta. Il polo magnetico si muove così velocemente che ha indotto gli esperti di geomagnetismo di tutto il mondo a una mossa inconsueta.

Il 30 gennaio è previsto l'aggiornamento del World Magnetic Model, che descrive il campo magnetico del pianeta e sta alla base di tutti i sistemi di navigazione e geolocalizzazione moderni, dai quelli che guidano le navi in mare a Google Maps sugli smartphone.

La versione più recente del modello è uscita nel 2015 e doveva durare fino al 2020 - ma il campo magnetico sta cambiando così rapidamente che i ricercatori devono correggerlo ora. "L'errore è in continuo aumento", dice Arnaud Chulliat, esperto di paleomagnetismo dell'Università del Colorado a Boulder, della National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAAA) e dei National Centers for Environmental Information.

Il problema è legato in parte al movimento e in parte ad altri spostamenti all'interno del pianeta. Il turbinio liquido nel nucleo terrestre genera la maggior parte del campo magnetico, che varia nel tempo al variare dei flussi profondi. Nel 2016, per esempio, parte del campo magnetico ha temporaneamente accelerato in profondità sotto le regioni settentrionali del Sud America e l'oceano Pacifico orientale. I satelliti, come quelli della missione Swarm dell'Agenzia spaziale europea, hanno monitorato il cambiamento.

All'inizio del 2018, il modello magnetico mondiale era in difficoltà. I ricercatori della NOAAA e del British Geological Survey di Edimburgo, che stavano eseguendo il controllo annuale della capacità del modello di cogliere tutte le variazioni del campo magnetico terrestre, si sono resi conto che era così impreciso da superare il limite accettabile per gli errori di navigazione.

Polo errante

"Ci siamo trovati in una situazione interessante", dice Chulliat. "Che cosa sta succedendo?" La risposta è duplice, ha detto il mese scorso a una riunione dell’American Geophysical Union tenutasi a Washington, DC.

In primo luogo, l'impulso geomagnetico del 2016 sotto il Sud America è arrivato nel momento peggiore possibile, subito dopo l'aggiornamento del 2015 del modello magnetico mondiale. Ossia, il campo magnetico si era aggiustato subito dopo l'ultimo aggiornamento, e in modi che i pianificatori non avevano previsto.

In secondo luogo, il movimento del polo magnetico Nord ha peggiorato il problema. Il polo si sposta in modi imprevedibili che affascinano esploratori e scienziati fin da quando James Clark Ross lo misurò per la prima volta nel 1831 nell'Artico canadese. A metà degli anni novanta del secolo scorso ha preso velocità, passando da circa 15 chilometri all'anno a circa 55 chilometri all'anno. Nel 2001 è entrato nell'oceano Artico dove, nel 2007, una squadra di geofisici (tra cui Chulliat) è atterrata con un aereo sul pack nel tentativo di localizzare il polo.

Nel 2018, il polo ha attraversato l’International Date Line nell'emisfero orientale, e attualmente punta diritto verso la Siberia.

La geometria del campo magnetico terrestre amplifica gli errori del modello in luoghi in cui il campo magnetico sta cambiando rapidamente, come il polo Nord. "Il fatto che il polo stia spostandosi velocemente rende questa regione più soggetta a forti errori", dice Chulliat.

Per correggere il modello magnetico mondiale, lui e i suoi colleghi hanno esaminato tre anni di dati recenti, tra cui quelli relativi all'impulso geomagnetico del 2016. La nuova versione dovrebbe rimanere accurata, dice, fino al prossimo aggiornamento regolarmente programmato per il 2020.

Domande fondamentali

Nel frattempo, gli scienziati stanno lavorando per capire perché il campo magnetico sta cambiando così drasticamente.

Impulsi geomagnetici come quello del 2016 potrebbero essere ricondotti alle onde "idromagnetiche" che si formano nelle profondità del nucleo. E il rapido movimento del polo magnetico Nord potrebbe essere collegato a un getto ad alta velocità di ferro liquido sotto il Canada.

Il getto sembra diffondere e indebolire il campo magnetico sotto il Canada, ha detto Phil Livermore, esperto di geomagnetismo dell'Università di Leeds, in Gran Bretagna, nel corso del convegno dell'American Geophysical Union. E questo significa che il Canada sta perdendo il braccio di ferro magnetico con la Siberia.

"La posizione del polo magnetico Nord sembra governata da due grandi blocchi di campo magnetico, una sotto il Canada e uno sotto la Siberia", dice Livermore. "Il blocco siberiano sta vincendo la competizione".

Gli esperti di geomagnetismo di tutto il mondo saranno molto da occupati nel prossimo futuro.

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(L'originale di questo articolo è stato

pubblicato su "Nature" il 9 gennaio 2019

. Traduzione ed editing a cura di Le Scienze. Riproduzione autorizzata, tutti i diritti riservati.)