hi!! i’m not sure what you’re okay with writing but if you’re comfortable with it could you do pluto x reader nsfw headcanons??
A/N : OMG you are my SAVIOUR Anon!! I've been desperate to share my NSFW headcanons of him but didn't really have an excuse lol- Anyway I hope you'll enjoy these!!
Pluto x gn!reader NSFW headcanons
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First things first I'm warning you
Pluto does fall in the 'desperate boys that will fuck if given the chance' category
I can't see it any other way
The Hormones™️ are deadly present but he's painfully a virgin
Like he spent most of his life surviving abuse and sex was definitely not a priority
(not to mention the crippling anxiety)
He barely ever interacted with anyone he found attractive
Let alone have any kind of relationship with them
So, virgin. Absolute virgin.
When you two will start getting more intimate he'll be so damn anxious about it because what if he messes up and you're disappointed?
He copes with it by telling himself he'll compensate the lack of experience by doing literally anything that'd please you
And he'll keep this promise, you can be sure of it
If you don't have any experience either you'll both figure things out together as you go
But if you do have experience he'd prefer you to take the lead
Like, very much prefer
(he a bottom we all know that)
Now on the topic of dos and don'ts
Do not. Put. Anything. Around his neck.
For obvious reasons I believe this would be one of his hard limits
So like no leather, collar, and certainly nO CHOKER
He will get a panic attack if you do
Or if you try to cHoKe hiM holy shit be gentle the traumas?????
More generally I believe he enjoys you being caring and gentle during sex??
He doesn't mind some slightly rough sessions here and there tho
It's a nice change from time to time
But you'll only learn about that after a while
Trust-building first you know?
If you don't believe him when he says he can handle it he's going to get disappointed
I mean he's not made of sugar, you know that right?
He survived way worst than some overstimulation seriously come on
And even if you do something that he doesn't like he can always tell you, he knows you'll respect his boundaries
Other than overstimulation I 100% believe Pluto likes being praised
When I say 100% I mean if he doesn't have a praise kink I'll explode
I mean look at this man please call him a good boy and I swear he'll faint and ascend to outer space
I also believe he likes whatever position where he can grab at you, like
Think about him holding you tight and scratching the skin of your back at a particularly hard move
Or grabbing at your arm or your head to keep himself from crumbling down?
Yes I absolutely believe in that
What can I say this man is touch starved after all
Speaking about that btw
He's incredibly touch-sensitive
Some areas more than others but basically he's just so easy to turn on with just a few light touches and teases
Those get him going more than anything
He's absolutely mortified about it tho
I mean come on why can't he just get a good grip on himself he's overly sensitive seriously???
(but he secretly loves it when you make him lose his mind this way)
He won't ever say it out loud but yeah
You know the truth
Man gets hard and despaired just from being held tight with your hand roaming on his skin under his clothes I'm not even kidding
Also
He's not extremely loud but he definitely makes noises
So brace yourself for a lot of breathless whispers, gasps, groans, moans and whimpers
The moment you'll lay your hands on him he's a mess and his thoughts go straight up from his dick to his mouth without stopping by his brain lmao
I'm thinking, little 'please's, 'thank you's, 'I love you's, your name, etc.
I also think he tends to swear a lot given that he's pretty much the one who swears the most in the Misfits???
Also, based on his experience of the world and everything
I think we can all agree to say Pluto was raised in a society where the ideal of virility was pretty tough and he didn't fit the mold at all
And I think maybe (just maybe) it made him feel very shameful about himself at some point
So like you'll have to help him unlearning shame even (and especially) concerning his sex life
And!!
It's pretty much a fact that he's smaller than average
So I'm a firm believer he has a complex over his size down there because he never got to compare
(don't call it unrealistic I know cis males do weird things and probably have dick contests or something but our boy isn't like that okay)
He, in fact, has a pretty average size for a man his age
He's just damn insecure lmao
You'll have to reassure him that there's nothing wrong or 'not enough' with him quite a few time before he actually believes you
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Chapter 37 - Further Apart |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|
Warning: strong language, threats, physical abuse (light), unhealthy relationship, sexual situations. MA.
Prosciuttos POV
Prosciutto opened the envelope filled with money, sliding out four 100 dollar bills. Without asking your permission, because he didn't need to, he snatched your purse that was resting on your lap. "You did a good job following behind me and holding my hand," he commented, taking out your wallet, a dissatisfied look appearing on his face as he unfolded the cheap leather, sliding the money into your empty wallet. "This wallet is hideous. Where's the wallet I bought you last week?" He was parked out behind the base, Ghiaccios car blocking his car slightly, giving him privacy with you.
A low huff escaped your lips as you shrugged your shoulders, your eyes glued to your phone. "I don't need any money, but thank you. You can take it back."
"Did I ask?" He snapped at you, folding your wallet shut, shoving the cheap leather back into your purse. A scoff escaped his lips as he held the purse to his face, examining the light cracks in the fake leather, the purse clearly old and worn out. "You need to buy yourself a nice purse. I'm going to take you to get one now."
What was inside of your purse was of no interest to him, zipping the purse without so much as a glance of what was inside of it. He had no interest in looking in your purse, knowing that he wouldn't find anything in your purse. If you were hiding something from the men, then you were damn good at it. In his opinion, you could never be hiding anything. What did you even have to hide? Nothing at all.
As he went to put the key in the ignition, you placed your hand over the keyhole, stopping him. "I don't want a new purse. I like my purse Prosciutto."
"Stop being bad," he warned, staring at your hand, close to popping it. "When I say something, I mean it. Move your hand."
You removed your hand, only to snatch the keys from his hand. "Ha." When he went to grab his keys, you shoved them in your bra. "My keys now. I'll just use the purse you got me four months ago."
Immediately, his eyes dropped to your breasts, eyebrows raising. Was this you flirting with him, or were you being stubborn? At least you seemed to not hold any anger or resentment towards him for his punishment last week. Punishments were something that you needed to learn to accept. He wasn't the only one who punished you. If anything, you should be thanking him for loving you enough to punish you.
With no hesitation, he reached into your bra, hands sliding past your soft cleavage, feeling for his keys. Where the hell are his keys? His hands felt around, squeezing your breasts with no real intention, but he almost felt a smirk forming. "Naughty girl," snapped Prosciutto, "where are my keys?"
Your face flushed a bright red, a small giggle escaping your lips as his hands continued to palm your breasts. A low moan escaped your lips as his finger accidentally slid across your erect nipple. "I'm not naughty," you whined softly, your right hand opening, immediately revealing his keys. "You just wanted to touch me." A cute little smirk appeared on your face, making the blood slowly start to rush to his cock.
"Do you love me?" He questioned suddenly, slowly pulling his hands out of your bra, already missing your soft breasts. He grabbed his keys, pushing them in the ignition without starting the car.
"I don't want you to hit me," you spoke suddenly, and he immediately knew the answer. Despite five fucking months, you didn't love him. "I want to love you, but you hurt me a lot and you've cheated on me in the past. Like, I get that.." you shook your head, cutting yourself off as you looked down at your shoes.
So many times before had he shut you up or completely disregarded you, especially when it was concerned with his past mistakes. He was curious about what you had to say, wanting you to keep going.
"Go on," he muttered, keeping his voice low so that you wouldn't feel threatened. "I'm open to listening to what you have to say."
You frowned, "I get that theirs seven of you and one of me. Of course, some of you aren't serious about me and are going to cheat. Fine with me, I can't stop shit, but I can stop myself from loving. Or caring." Your eyes hardened as you stared at him. "Don't pretend to love me. I'm just an item to you, and that's fine. Just at least have the balls to admit it."
"Excuse me?" He questioned, hand immediately raising, roughly smacking your thigh. "Watch your tone! How dare you say those things to me!"
The things that you dared to say to him always shocked him. His hand was close to smacking across your face, but he was trying to avoid hitting your face as of lately.
"I'm just being honest," you muttered, looking down at your thigh, rubbing as if it would make the sting go away. "I'm not mad about it or anything. We can get along just fine."
"Y/N, I only got a few dry hand jobs," he snapped at you, "that wasn't even after two months of us dating. It was within the month. I'm not a goddamn cheater because of that! I never even fuckkng came!" How could he cheat if he never came?
"Can I get a few guys to dry finger my pussy?" You questioned. With no hesitation his hand rose, fingers wrapping around your throat. "You're mad."
A deep sigh escaped his lips, his fingers staying firmly around your throat, close to squeezing. "Do you think this is some sort of game?" He questioned, you giving him a shrug in return. That was his last straw. You were getting your ass beat. "I'll show you how mad I-"
"Let me go through your phone," you said quickly, interrupting him. "Maybe the hand job thing isn't a big deal if you regret it and won't do it again. Whatever. Maybe I could consider loving you if I see you're not cheating still. If you are, I won't say anything, but I'll want you to wear a condom during sex and spend less time with me."
Since he'd gotten with you he hadn't even put his dick inside of another woman (hands don't fucking count). His phone was filled with texts messages between him and you as well as the rest of the teammates. What was your fucking problem today? Everything was going so well when you were watching him kick the shit out of some loser that owed him money. Why the sudden change?
He let go of your throat, reaching in his pocket, taking his phone out. "I'm loyal to you, and I care about you. I'm pissed at you for accusing me of this bullshit." He slammed his phone down in your lap, causing your body to jump a little. Maybe that was a little harsh, considering he always went through your phone and laptop every chance he got, always finding nothing. "Sorry for slamming my phone down on you."
"Thanks," you replied, voice void of any emotion as you flipped his phone open, eyes scanning through his phone. "I never meant any bullshit when I ran off to Formaggios that one night. I only went to him because I knew he wouldn't notice or say anything. I didn't know Illuso would be over at his house. He's the one that found everything out. I never wanted to tell."
It makes him look terrible to the other men when you attempt to hide his punishments. He didn't give a fuck if the other men knew. If need be, he would punch Melone to correct him if he attempted to attack him, but your punishments wouldn't be stopping. Melone had to just accept it.
"If you wouldn't have run off, then it never would have happened," spoke Prosciutto, keeping his eyes on your face, watching for any change in emotion. "Don't run off from me. I should have spanked you again for that."
"I always want to hit you back," you suddenly confessed, his eyebrows raising at your confession. How were you not afraid to admit that to him? In seconds, he could have you bent over his lap. "This relationship is hard for me. I want to love you because you're attractive and have a few good qualities, but I'm tired of getting slapped around." You snapped his phone shut, sitting it in the empty coaster, not bothering to even hand him his phone.
"Formaggio told me that you squirted when he spanked you," he added in, voice thick with jealousy. "You don't get slapped around. You are not an abused woman. You are well taken care of. Are you not happy with the things I give you? Do you want more?" Giving you more money or buying you things was no issue to him. He could afford just about anything you'd want. If not, then he would ask the other men to pitch in, meaning just Melone and Risotto.
With his past wives and girlfriends, he had always been able to buy them off. It didn't stop them from leaving him, but it kept them from arguing back with him. Before he joined the mafia, he was drowning in debt, struggling to keep his first wife happy, who just ended up leaving him anyway. He wondered if you were allowed, would you dump him? Would you abandon him like all those other women? He didn't want you to go.. he wanted you to stay. You were supposed to be the one that couldn't leave him, the one that he could have always and forever.
"He was spanking me during sex, not as a punishment!" You snapped at him, your voice a low whine that turned him on a little. "I don't want more, I want less! I don't need money or expensive things. I don't need to not hit me with a belt! Just at least use your hand if you want to smack me!" Yelling was a rare thing that you did, your voice always low unless you were upset or overly excited. It was clear that you weren't excited. He had pissed you off.
"I'll use my hand or a wooden spoon," he added in, nodding his head once. "If you do something unspeakable, then you'll get the spoon, or perhaps I'll use a switch, but I can't let you do whatever."
"I'm going to hurt you really badly one day if you keep hurting me," you muttered. Immediately, he let his hand lock onto your thigh, tightly squeezing as he got in your face, his lips inches away from yours. "I'll make you bleed next time you make me bleed."
Women only ever talked back once or twice to Prosciutto. He had worn every woman down into submission. Even men were afraid to talk back to him - he was a respected and feared man, but here you are, having no fear at all. He was close to actually punching you, his hand twitching, but then he remembered that you were about to be asked to marry him as well as the rest of the men. Giving you the punishment that he wanted could potentially fuck things up for the rest of the men, so maybe he could just threaten you.
"You'll never fucking make me bleed," he warned, squeezing your thigh as hard as he could, digging his short nails into your pants, attempting to draw blood from you as a threat, but the denim on your pants was too thick. "Watch your fucking mouth with me, I'm warning you. I will spank you. I will.." he suddenly had an idea.
He reached in your pocket, snatching out what he assumed was your phone, but it felt smaller. He pulled out a small mp3 player from your pocket, pulling it away from you once you tried to reach it. This was something you always had, a cheap little music player with headphones. Maybe he should break it as punishment. You shouldn't have such cheap items.
"Give that back," you cried out a bit, your eyes locking on the small music player. As you reached out your hand, he smacked it, only causing you to reach further for the little box.
With one simple grab, he held both of your hands together by your wrists with one hand, the other hand slowly beginning to squeeze the mp3 player. "Apologize, or I'll break this shitty toy."
"I'm sorry," you spoke quickly, keeping your eyes on your music player, hands wiggling, trying to break free from his grasp. "Okay? I'm sorry, just please give it back." You seemed desperate to get this back, almost as if you cared about the silly object. Did you care about the object more than you cared about him?
He let out a huff, placing the mp3 player in your lap. For some reason, this seemed too far. Even for him, this was too far. "I'll spank you whenever you deserve it. I will never punish you for no reason. No more belt, but that's all I'll compromise." He freed your wrist from his grasp, feeling a tad bit guilty.
Quickly, you placed the mp3 player into your pocket, grabbing your purse. "Okay." You opened his car door quickly, stepping out. You closed the car door gently.
"Wait," he snapped, pulling his keys out of the ignition, shoving his phone as well as the envelope of money into his suit pocket. He stood up, shoving his keys into his pocket as he walked over to you. "Don't say anything back, I know you aren't ready. Can you just listen for a second?"
You froze, keeping your back towards him. "I wouldn't break your stuff."
"I know," he replied, feeling stupid for saying that. Damn it, this wouldn't get you to say yes to marrying him. One thing he doesn't do is apologize to a woman, but in this moment, he found an apology necessary. What if you refuse to marry them because he tried to break your little toy? "I wouldn't break it. Okay? Just come here, it's okay." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him, placing a kiss on your cheek, hugging you from behind.
You let out a sigh, your body stiff to his touch as if he was a stranger and not your future husband (well, one of your future husbands, but still). "Perhaps I can be a little more understanding of you. You are old, after all."
"Excuse me?" He immediately spat out in a questioning tone, letting you go to spin you around. Like instinct, his hands snaked back around your waist, holding you in place as he stared down at you. "Who's old?" How could you say something so understanding as well as something to really piss him off all in a matter of seconds?
With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. "Let's not fight. I have to be with you, so I want to get along with you the best that I can."
"You should fucking want me," he muttered, voice threatening. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to protect you with my life. The least you could do is want me a little." Could he force you to like him? Fuck, why were you such a difficult woman?
"I do want you a little," you assured him, but he had a feeling that you were only lying to shut him up. "Okay? Just ease up on giving me things and hitting me. Can't we just watch a movie in my room or something sometimes? Can't we hang out like normal?"
A scoff escaped Prosciuttos lips, "hang out?" What the fuck did that even mean? The two of you just did an activity together! While he punched a guy that was refusing to give him money, he let you hold his gun and point it at the guy. That was extremely unprofessional of him and against his beliefs to let his woman actually assist him, but he still let you do it to see if you would be happy. Here you are, still not happy. He went against his beliefs, but you didn't seem to even consider that. He was close to losing his mind.
You sighed, "Let's just forget about this conversation and go inside. I'll be at your house soon anyway." Nothing was resolved between the two of you, as always he was left feeling annoyed and displeased with you. "I like working with you, by the way. You probably won't take me again, but thank you, and I respect your work. I always have, but I'm just letting you know that I do even more now."
That comment suddenly made Prosciutto feel less annoyed with you, the compliment almost making a smile appear on his face. "Good," he replied. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He finally returned your kiss, his lips pressing into yours, slightly parting as you kissed him back. Finally, you were kissing him back. This was a good sign. If you could kiss him back, then you could say yes to the engagement with ease. You would say yes, whether you liked it or not. Either way, you were one step closer to being permanently his.
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Okay but I can't stop thinking about this
Obviously, back in Ancient Greece, there were no options like we have today. Sex resulting in a child was unpreventable. So the gods really couldn't do anything about the demigod children because goodness knows they're not gonna stop falling in love with mortals.
But things are different now and I wonder about how the invention of contraceptives and the facilitation/legalization of abortion (in some places, at least) would affect the gods.
(longer discussion under the "keep reading", content warning for talk of abortion, sex and how shitty some male gods are)
(Athena doesn't facture in because her method of making demigods is batshit, this is for the demigods that were made with sex) (and for The Big Three, more specifically)
Like I talked with my partner the other day and he says he thinks it's totally possible to abort a demigod fetus and I agreed with him. Because, even though they're stronger than normal humans, half-bloods can definitely die. So, if you were pregnant with a half-blood fetus, I think you *could* abort it like a normal human one.
HOWEVER
What would the god dad think about that. Would they be, like, offended that a mere mortal would have the gall to reject a gift from a god? would they try to punish the mortal for not wanting the demigod fetus? would they see it as "impertinent"?
Or would they be relieved like "oh nice! one less half-blood child to worry about!"?
I'm especially thinking about Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. Obviously. Because they're the ones that made a promise not to have more babies. The others made no such promises but, in their case, you'd think preventing the birth would be in their best interest, right? because you're helping them keep their promise? they should be happy, right?
But, then again, the gods are irrational a lot of the time.
Also, condoms.
Idk if god sperm would be stronger than human sperm. Like, maybe there's a chance the condom wouldn't work to stop it (they do sometimes fail, after all, "only 97% effective" and all that). But this is assuming condoms can stop even god sperm.
Again, you think The Big Three would be like "awesome! a way to keep my promise of no more kids and still have sex!" or would they be like those dude bros that don't like wearing condoms cause "they're too small for me!!!" (shut up they're not)
I'm thinking Zeus at least gives definitely the "I would never wear a condom how dare you" vibe.
Tbh, maybe the gods should try seeking out mortals that already have their tubes tied. That sounds like a plan.
Also for not-maiden goddesses like Aphrodite and Demeter, for example. You think they can just, you know, decide not to get pregnant? cause they're goddesses, maybe they can just do that? tho, since they don't have an oath that tells them not to, they probably don't care enough to decide to not get pregnant anyway?
Also, wild to think the kids whose godly parent is their mom get recognized as demigods from birth, that's crazy.
Also also, I think I remember one character in the books that's a child of Apollo with another man. Which it's cool for the queer representation but also HOW. Like... Rick, is Apollo mpreg canon in the books?! RICK?!
(I'm sure if you ask Rick all this, he just says "I write these books for kids, please leave me alone" but THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW)
(I'm pro choice, in case that wasn't totally clear. I'm not saying mortals should be punished for not wanting demigod kids (which is a fictional thing anyways). Of course not. I was just wondering what would the gods think of that)
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