#nero x y/n

[actuallysaiyan]

I Just Wanna(Sparda men body hair headcanons)

warnings: smut, mentions of body hair, body hair removal

word count: 2.1k

pairings: Nero x Fem!Reader, Dante x Fem!Reader, Vergil x Fem!Reader and Sparda x Fem!Reader

a/n: inspired by many conversations with @beneathstarryskies. Also this is my first time writing Sparda

Nero

Nero isn’t picky about body hair. He knows he’s got a little(nothing like his uncle Dante), but on you, he’s really not going to care. Though if you’ve got a certain way to keep it, he might be interested in your routine for that.

He enjoys watching you do little things like that; you putting on lotion and moisturizer. The man pretty much just enjoys admiring your body. He’ll even take the time to watch you shower or bathe.

Nero won’t take offense if you mention him removing his hair. You can rest assured that he’ll keep it nice and clean for you too. He’s got a light dusting of it on his chest and a treasure trail. He gets a little timid if you comment on it.

You’ve been dating for some time, but your physical affections never went anywhere further than just making out. While you were very happy with just that, Nero wanted it to go further. But everytime he would picture it happening, he would blush so hard and wouldn’t even really know how to keep it going. What if you thought he was an idiot with his fumbling hands? He’s so desperate to make you feel good. 

It’s when you mention his chest hair one day that gets him a good idea. That night, you two are sitting on the couch and you begin kissing gently. He stops you for a moment, and you watch with wide eyes as he takes off his shirt. Nero is very well built, and you’re always a little speechless when you see him without his shirt. He’s blushing as he leans back in.

“Is…is this okay?” he breathes softly, your lips almost touching.

You giggle, “yeah it’s better than okay.”

Without another word or another action, you pull him in for a passionate kiss. His lips part when he gasps softly at the feeling of your hand on his chest, and your tongues rub together wetly. Nero’s already so damn hard in his pants, and he reaches down to adjust it. It’s aching, but he knows he needs to keep this nice and slow.

“Such a gorgeous devil,” you whisper between heated kisses.

Nero’s blushing now, “y-yeah?” 

You don’t bother answering, you just decide to let your hand slide down his abdomen. You feel the muscles tensing as you toy with the treasure trail that leads into his pants. You mention how much you love his soft body hair, and you tell him you’d like to know where this trail leads.

“O-oh! Uhm…” he’s unsure of what to say. So you just look into his eyes, and you can see the want there.

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, sweetie.”

Another heated kiss, and he pulls you even closer. His hand guides you to the painful bulge in his pants. You begin palming him as you continue making out. The softest whimpers and moans fall from his lips, making you so wet. He begins unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, giving you space to reach into his pants.

“I bet this little trail leads to quite the treasure,” you tease him while fingering the hair leading to his cock.

Dante

Dante is hairy and he knows it. He leans into it very much as well, loving the way that you always play with his body hair. Whether it be cuddled up on the couch and just absentmindedly playing with the chest hair that pops out of his open shirt, or you letting your fingers gently trace the happy trail that leads down his pants, Dante is in love with having his body hair.

On you though, he isn’t very picky. If you like being more natural and foregoing hair removal, then he is more than happy with that. But if you’d like to surprise him with a bald pussy, he will be absolutely weak. It’s just something that definitely surprises him and it’s always a nice change of pace.

He’s also a big fan of watching you do your skincare routine and loves watching you bathe. He’ll melt if you offer to help him shave in any way. If you want to take care of him in that way, it just makes him feel absolutely loved.

You two are resting on his bed after a nice shower together. There are little droplets of water still on his chest, nestled between the gray chest hair. You can’t help but let your fingers begin running through the hair, making Dante sigh happily. He always enjoys just resting on the bed with you, naked and still a little wet from the shower. He can get to hold you so close and caress your body.

“Baby,” he moans, “you really are so beautiful.”

You smile sweetly, “I should say the same about you.”

This makes him blush a little, and he looks away. Even though you’ve been together for so long, Dante isn’t used to being complimented like this. You always say the sweetest things to him, making him pretty much speechless. Especially when you say you think he’s beautiful. That’s a word he feels should be reserved for you, but when you say it right back to him, his brain short-circuits.

He takes your hand in his and places it on his heart. You can feel the rhythm of his heart and you know it beats for you. There’s a pink tinge on your cheeks from him being so sweet to you. Then you feel his hands coming to your body, soothing over the curves of your body. He groans as he cups your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze.

“I could never get tired of touching you like this,” he murmurs as he begins kissing your neck.

You let out a happy sigh, “I’m glad, because I could never get tired touching you like this.”

Dante gasps softly when your hand finds its way down his lower abdomen to his cock. You run your fingers over the hardening member until you're massaging his balls. With that smirk on your face, Dante knows what your intentions are. And he couldn’t be happier.

Vergil

Vergil is probably the most picky of the bunch. He likes things clean, and that means body hair too. He likes to take his time removing the hair that does grow on his body, but it grows lightly and it’s soft, so it’s not like it’s a huge burden for him.

Even when he does let it grow, it’s always clean. And on you, while he doesn’t want to tell you what to do, he would prefer no hair. I’m sure you could persuade him to enjoy a full bush too, if you really set your mind to it. Just being adamant of sticking to your convictions and keeping your body hair is a turn on for Vergil.

He’s not against bathing together, and if you suggest a spa day together, he is very happy about it. It’s a nice experience to have skincare and hair removal together. Afterwards, when the two of you are completely smooth, he loves just taking his time rubbing his naked body against yours.

It’s been a while since the two of you have gone out dancing together. It was something you two had been planning for a while. When you first started seeing Vergil, you had to do a lot of coaxing to get him to go on dates like this. But he’s slowly gotten more comfortable with the idea of going out dancing. And he even dances with you a lot of the time, not just watches you from afar.

You took your time getting ready for tonight, taking a long bath and making sure you got rid of your body hair. Though it can be a bit of a pain in the ass, you know Vergil enjoys feeling your smooth skin. You had taken a long amount of time moisturizing your body with the sweet-smelling lotion he loves so much.

On the dance floor, you’re a natural. You sway and move with the music, almost like your body conducts the music. He isn’t even sure how you do it, you just look so beautiful while you do. And when he moves in closer to take you into his arms, you press yourself up against him. The music slows down to something slower, and you begin slow dancing with him. Vergil has a tight grip on you, but it only makes you feel so wanted.

He can smell that lotion on you, and he feels just how soft you are through the high slit in your dress. It goes right up your thigh, and his hands keep going down to knead the skin there. Vergil purrs softly as you lean in and kiss him, and your noses rub together. When your warm hand caresses his face, he’s putty in your hands. He hopes you’ll notice how he shaved his face today, specifically for your date.

“Such a handsome devil,” you whisper as you lean in to smell his cologne. His lips press to yours, and you feel him cradling your head as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

When the beat picks back up and the song changes, it’s like a flip was switched inside of you. You begin dancing, shaking your hips in time with the beat. Vergil’s eyes widen slightly as he watches you. You turn around in his embrace, and soon your ass is pressed up against his crotch. It doesn’t take too long for him to begin getting hard.

You raise your hands above your head as the music goes on, and Vergil leans in to smell more of your sweet scent. Your skin is so smooth under your arms, and he’s gently caressing your arm up and down. You can feel him smirking against your skin when he presses his cock against your plump ass.

“I’d take you right here and now if I could,”

Sparda

Sparda is what you’d call old fashion, but what else did you expect from him? The devil has lived a long life, so when he tells you he enjoys a full bush, you really aren’t surprised at all. He enjoys it when his woman is “au naturel” and it really turns him on to know you’re basically trapping your pheromones in your hair.

As for him, he’s like his youngest son. Hairy in all the right places, and he enjoys keeping it as well. Though if you wanted to, you could show him how to keep it nice and clean in the little patterns you might enjoy trimming yours into. He chuckles the first time he sees the heart pattern in your pubic hair, but it really turned him on that you put that much effort just for him.

Another fan of bathing and doing skincare together, and if you were to buy him some fancy products, he’d be so grateful. You can definitely expect him to spoil you though, and he really likes to go all out with his gifts. Lots of spa days to make you all pampered and relaxed just for him

Sparda finds your scent incredibly alluring. It’s so musky and yet so sweet at the same time. Whenever he’s between your legs like this, he enjoys taking his time to kiss your thighs and make you shudder beneath him. He won’t even kiss your mound until he feels you’ve been teased enough.

You watch through hooded eyes as Sparda runs his fingers through your little patch of pubic hair. Sometimes, he seems like a man obsessed with your hair. Your cheeks burn as he looks up at you with such longing. He purrs when you reach down to run your fingers through his thick hair. 

“Such a gorgeous woman,”

His words send shivers up and down your spine, and you feel all the hairs on your body stand on end when his warm breath fans over your pussy. He can easily smell that musky scent of your arousal and you feel so warm even just inches away from his face. He wants to go right in and devour you, but it’s difficult for him to not want to tease you for what seems like eternity.

You gasp as you feel his lips on your mound, and his nails gently rake down your thighs. You’re just a whimpering mess on the bed right now, wanting nothing more than for him to give you the stimulation you so desperately need. His eyes snap back up to yours and he chuckles when he realizes just how fucked out you are already.

“I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already like this. What will you be like when I give you what you truly want?”

[nicherayyy]

Niche!! Im glad to see u back!! How are you doing?

I had this scenario in my mind about La Squadra x child reader and im sorry if my asks are too much but I love the way you write this entire concept so much, i rlly hope you don’t mind if I share some of my scenarios and thoughts.

There was this video , the closest I could find to the original (besides that annoying robotic voiceover, I apologise )

I thought it was so cute because I can only imagine this w Pros. Imagine receiving a crumb of this mans affection😭 Like ofc he tries to look professional, even at home, but for his kid?? I think he would appreciate it, especially if reader is not really the cuddly type as they get older. Maybe there will be a pat on the back or head, or a genuine smile, letting you know that even if you get older he will still love you the same. He will still fight for you, protect you and root for you- because you are his child. I like to imagine Ghiaccio too- he would try to ask what you are doing as you simply settle against him, just wanting to show some affection. he won’t complain once he realized what you were trying to do- on the inside he is like 🥺. You are his kid and he will not deny your hugs, wrapping his arms around you and leaving the laptop he previously worked on aside- even if Formaggio or Illuso come barging in, teasing him and all, he will make a note to beat them up later-but for now he will enjoy this moment between you two (Cue these two idiots wanting hugs too, but you will never catch Illuso alive saying that)

Hiii! I’m doing great, thanks for asking <3

And no, I absolutely love this type of requests, so don’t worry abt it!!

Okay so here’s the hcs

Teenage Reader hugging their Father Figure from La Squadra

Oh yes, Risotto Nero. Stoic leader of the most feared assassin group

And a loving father

Just imagine this tall, intimidating man cuddling his child😭💔

And of course, as reader was younger, they used to cuddle all the time

Reader returned from school? Cuddles

Reader is getting ready for bed? Yeah, could someone (*cough cough* Risotto) give them a cuddle?

So yeah, reader is basically a cuddle bug

But after some years of course, cuddles became a rare occurrence

(Which Risotto was very sad about)

But he understood, maybe reader just didn’t want to, or think that cuddles are for children

So when teenage reader just crawled into Risotto’s arms just like in old times..

The man literally melted

Immediately hugged reader back

He didn’t even realise how much he missed this😭

“If I’m too heavy I can stand up”

“Please don’t”

Literally so happy

With Prosciutto it’s a bit different

Of course, even after reader got older he still gives them some pats on a head and words of encouragement

I mean, it’s his child, he loves them to death

But still, he wasn’t an affectionate type of parent

And when reader crawled into his lap he immediately got still

For a few seconds he didn’t know what to do

“Is it okay? If you don’t want to cuddle—“

“I do want to cuddle”, he hugged reader back

Okay let me tell you Pesci is so sad when reader stop wanting to cuddle

Like.. why don’t they want to cuddle?

Did he do something and now reader hates them?

Where’s his cuddly baby?😭

But he made peace with it after some time

I mean, reader is a teenager now

And I guess it’s not so cool for teenagers to hug with their dad

So when reader just randomly hugged him..

He cried

And of course hugged reader back

“Wha- why are you crying?”

“I’m just *sob* so happy”

Melone is a cuddle bug himself

Like he LOVES to cuddle

It’s his favourite way to show people that he cares for them

So when his child got older and stopped to cuddle he was really sad

He knew it was normal, reader got older and maybe they just stopped liking this type of affection

And of course he didn’t expect to get a hug from them when he was working on his laptop

The speed with which he put aside all of his tasks😭

Mf was over the moon with happiness

“You have no idea how happy I am right now”

Okay I believe Ghiaccio won’t tolerate any cuddles

Unless those cuddles are from reader

I mean they’re his child, why wouldn’t he want cuddles from them?

But of course he won’t show it

Imagine reader crawling into his arms and he’s like:

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling”

“Okay”

HE LOVES IT

Even is he’s just sitting on the couch with poker face, he still will hug reader back

And if someone (*cough* Formaggio *cough* Illuso) tries to tease him about it.. well Ghiaccio would handle it later

Let’s just hope this someone has enough time to stay frozen

Speaking about Illuso

I think he like cuddles

But he rarely initiates them

Of course he loves giving his child affection, only he prefers to show his love with words or gift giving

But still he would appreciate the hug from reader

“Oh so you still love your old man? How sweet of you”

The same as Melone, Formaggio is a cuddle bug

But let’s be fr, he loves all types of affections

Pats on the back, words of encouragement, you name it

He always initiates cuddles with reader

And he’s got kinda used to the fact that only he initiates them

So when reader initiated hugs first—

“OH MY GOD FINALLY”

He immediately hugged reader back

And I mean this tight bear hug

Definitely won’t let reader go for a few minutes

[byakuyacoochie]

Glorified Babysitter - Risotto Nero x Reader

Request: RISOTTO TEXT FICS BABA GRILL 🙏

A/N: Long over due request...I can only say sorry for how long it has taken. This fic did end up a little longer than necessary.

Part 2

[jotaroswh0re]

NSFW head canons for the dmc boys

*he loves period sex. Just look at the motherfucker, he is a v.a.m.p

* he loves slapping you and being slapped nuff said

* he’s got pussy eating lips and loves when you squirt all over his face

* the best fucking phone sex. His voice is like audio porn and it’s guaranteed to make you cum

*”don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”

* puts his fingers in your mouth and makes you suck on them

* play with his hair while he eats your pussy and he’ll be like putty in your hands

*he whimpers

*his dirty talk is poetic

* if you bite his neck he’ll have to use all his energy to not cum right on the spot

* he’s got a surprisingly big dick and when he pulls it out it like “who’s horse is that?”

*he loves when you ride him while you’re in the bathtub it’s just so intimate and makes his heart melt

*aftercare with him is just him cleaning you up and both of you just falling asleep naked

*he doesn’t just eat pussy, he slurps that shit up like he hasn’t drank anything in days

*he also eats it from the back

* he LOVES sloppy head. Choke on his dick and watch him go absolutely feral. He just loves seeing spit and cum all over his dick and balls and all over your face.

*he loves seeing your makeup smear and run down your face. It boosts his ego seeing the before and after iykyk

* he smacks your ass all the time. Even when you’re not fuckin he’ll just give you a swift smack to the ass whenever he feel like it. What can I say he’s an ass man.

* he is talkative and he moans and groans a lot. He all up in your ear like “you like that, baby?” “Does that feel good?” “Fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good” ik it’s kinda cringe but we both knows it’s true

* he has you sit on his lap naked while he’s fully clothed and plays with your pussy until you squirt all over his leather pants

*when in doggy he likes when you throw your ass back on his cock

*he secretly like when you grab his ass during sex

*he rubs your clit while so fuck because he likes making you really wet

* when you’re done he’ll immediately makes some corny joke and clean you up, get you some clothes and probably some pizza tbh.

* he loves when you sit on his face. Just having your pussy and you ass all up in his face makes him so fucking horny

* he loves giving you hickeys on your neck, tits, thighs and stomach. He loves getting hickeys on his neck, chest, stomach (hickeys on his abs though 😩)

*he loves when you have longs nails because he likes when you scratch his back up when he’s on top

*he grabs you waist or hair while in doggy for support

*he films y’all fucking sometimes and jerks off to it whenever you’re not around

* he’s got the best sex playlist trust 🤞

*he likes when you’re a little sassy and talk back to him

* call him and asshole or sumn and he’ll lose his fucking mind.

* he fucks HARD but he doesn’t fuck really fast though and it’s the perfect pace

*like Dante, he rubs your clit while you fuck

*if you’re being excessively bratty he’ll tie a vibrator on to your clit until you pass tf out

* if you tell him that he’s not going hard enough then he’ll try to prove you wrong by rearranging your guts and making your legs shake

*aftercare is him getting you water, cleaning you up, getting you clothes and depending on the time of day he either orders food for the both of you or cuddles you to sleep.

[thisreadswhatever]

Anything For The Club: Part Five

Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?

series masterlist

[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 3.3k+

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: this series is nearing its end and this has definitely been my favourite part to write so far.. let me know if you would like to be tagged in part six! :)

When you woke up, Jax’s side of the bed was empty. There was a note scribbled for you on the side table, ‘At the Clubhouse if you need me’. For the first time ever, you were grateful he was gone. It was too hard lying to Jax.

You decided it was best to pull yourself together and head to Diosa. You spent some time searching for the sexy dress The President had demanded. You settled on a long sleeve black mini dress, just short enough to do while still covering your modesty up top. You paired it with some strappy black heels and the largest leather jacket you owned. It was Jax’s old jacket, one he had worn when The Club’s cuttes were banned in Charming for a period of time. You loved the way it was just the right amount of oversized, and he melted at the sight each time you wore it. It felt like it was shielding you, aiding somewhat in knowing that you’d just dressed up for your blackmailer.

As you brushed your hair, something stopped you at the vanity. You placed the hairbrush on the surface and began searching the lower drawer. You pulled out a small handgun that Jax left there for emergencies. You had never needed it before, and though you were hoping you wouldn’t today, something told you it was best to have it nearby. You checked the clip, noting every bullet was in its place before you shoved the thick metal piece inside the jacket pocket. You checked yourself out in the mirror. While it looked as if you had nothing on you, the weight of the gun felt like it could drag you to the floor. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, and debated if it was time to call Jax and find some kind of release from the torturous decision you were about to make. The urge to get your phone out was overwhelming, but then you remembered the threat from yesterday, Or your pretty President is going away for a long time. 

Once you got to Diosa and greeted the girls on the desk, the magnitude of what you were about to do was creeping on you. The knowledge of what today may bring was crushing on your conscience like a ton of bricks. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. It was all you kept repeating in your mind as you went through the motions.

You were busy behind the bar when you heard the phone ring at the front desk. Your heart jolted as you prepared yourself for the reality of who was on the other side of it. Sofia answered the phone, before she called over to you behind the bar, “It’s for you, y/n.”

You knew it was him again. You felt stiff from the panic, but you knew that you had to speak to him again. You forced your legs to move beneath you, approaching Sofia and taking the phone from her hand.

You took a deep breath before holding it to your ear. 

“Yes?” 

“You ready for me, pretty lady?” His voice was eager and disturbing all at once.

“What time?”

He paused before he replied, “You’ve got one hour”, and the phone line dropped. 

You placed the phone back on the holder, and beelined for your office. You burst through the door so harshly that it banged against the wall as it flew open. You paused when you realised Nero was waiting for you on the leather couch that sat across from your desk. 

“You in a rush for something?”

Fuck. 

“Gotta go meet Jax.” 

“We need to talk about last night.” 

You shuffled to your desk, taking your jacket off and tossing it over the back of your chair.

“I don’t have time now Nero”, you had to think of a reason why quickly, “I gotta get to the clubhouse.” 

“Mandy told me about some letter we got. That phone call last night, that was the Vagos crew, wasn’t it?” 

You didn’t respond, trying to ignore him as you tore through the drawers of your desk, pulling out an old cheque book. 

“Please just let me figure this out, Nero.” 

He cocked his head at you before he stood from the couch, coming closer and placing both his hands on your shoulders. He looked at the cheque book in your hands before he zeroed in on your face. His fingers dug into your skin beneath your dress, desperate to get through to you. 

Nero was staring, pulling back at your charade with his eyes. “This ain’t no game, y/n. You gotta speak up.” 

You collapsed on your office chair, exhausted from the constant lies you’d been trying to convince everyone of for the last 24 hours. You could feel the hard metal of the gun behind your back as it lay stagnant in your jacket over the chair. You placed your head on the desk, into your folded arms, in an attempt to hide. 

“What the fuck is going on, y/n?”

You spoke into the hiding spot, hoping the shield of your arms would protect you. “If I tell you, Nero. I swear, you can’t tell the Club. Not Jax. Not anybody.” You lifted your head from the safety net you’d made yourself, watching for his reaction. You weren’t sure if telling him was a good idea or not, but you knew you weren’t leaving the office without giving him some kind of explanation.

He looked back at you wide-eyed, utterly confused at what could be so bad, so awful that you couldn’t tell The Club or Jax. But he wanted to help, and so he obliged. He walked backwards into the leather couch again, sitting down as he waited for you to confess to whatever you were keeping from him. “Not a word. But only if you talk. Now.” 

You lit one of the cigarettes Jax had left in your office from the day before, inhaling the smoke deep into your core, and then you told him everything. You told him about the letter and the call, the demands and the dirt the crew had on SAMCRO. You told him how you had to go meet The Vagos President, now. He sat back down on the couch, contemplating the severity of what you were facing. 

“Are you seriously going to meet this prick?”

You nodded to him anxiously, breathing smoke out from your lips. “I’m not letting The Club go down.”

“These aren’t the SONS, y/n”, Nero was shaking his head as he recounted memories of his time dealing with crews in South Cali. “These ain’t men with boundaries.”

“He just wants money. I’ll give him what he wants, and nobody has to get hurt.” 

Nero’s head shook at your assumption, “You don’t know that’s what they want, y/n.”

“There’s nothing else he could want. They probably think The Club is making it big here. They just want a piece of that. I’ll give them what they want and then that’s it, nobody has to go to prison.”

“If we just spoke with Jax, he could handle this.” 

“No! He will fuck Jax over, Nero!”, you stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray and stood from your desk, putting your jacket back on. “I’m not risking it. I’m not gonna be the one responsible for them all going away.” 

Nero stood from the couch and made his way to the door. “You ain’t thinking right. Jax can handle his own shit. How do you even know you’ll make it out of there? It ain’t beneath them to kidnap a woman.” 

“What the fuck choice do I have?”

“I got a choice for you”, Nero dug in his back pocket before extending his arm out to you, offering you his phone. He gestured to you, tilting his jaw upwards, urging you to take it. 

Water pooled in your eyes as you declined, shaking your head. Nero looked so worried and his concern had terrified you even more. “I don’t know what they’ve got on The Club but until I find out, I gotta deal with this on my own. It’s the only way to protect him.”

“And who protects you?” He didn’t want a response. He slid his phone in his back pocket as he left the office. “They ain’t the type to cash a cheque either”, he said as he walked away.

“You promised not a word!” You reminded him, as he stomped down the hall. Nero raised his hand up, not once turning back to look at you. 

You put the cheque book in your pocket, found your car keys, and made way to your car.

—

It was still daylight as you drove down the highway, exiting for the diner just on the outside of Charming. You had the radio blaring, trying to drown out the coherent thoughts in your head that begged you to turn the car around. You carried on, ignoring your better judgment, and pulled into the diner car park, finding the only empty spot and cutting off the engine. The parking lot was full from the dinner rush, and you checked the time on your dash, noting it was 4pm. You sat there in silence, looking around at the vacant cars beside you, searching for any sign of The President or his crew. You could feel your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket, and you checked the caller ID. Two missed calls from Nero, and one from Jax. You turned off the device, before shoving it in the glovebox. You decided you couldn’t sit there in anticipation anymore, and so you made your way inside the diner, feeling once more for the comfort of your gun, held snug in your jacket pocket.

When you got inside the place was packed, tables of people crowded throughout and waiting staff everywhere. You figured nothing bad could happen in the diner with so many witnesses around. 

You found the only empty table at the back of the room, and nestled into the bench, searching once again for your blackmailer. It had been over an hour since his call to Diosa, and you worried you’d made it too late. A waitress approached you with a menu.

“Hi there hunny, my name’s Cora and I’ll be your waitress today. Can I get you a refreshment?”

“I’m actually just waiting on someone.”

She smiled politely back at you, “I’ll come back once they get here.” 

As the waitress left your table, you heard the bell of the diner entrance ring, and he strolled in casually, completely alone. 

He seemed taller than you had recalled, towering over the tables of families enjoying their meals as he searched the room for you. You had forgotten how overtly handsome he was, and you could’ve found yourself attracted to him if it wasn’t for the creepy, blackmailing, threatening the-love-of-your-life thing he had going on.

His leather cutte draped over the dark shirt that clung tight to his body. He had dark wavy hair that tousled behind his ears, his eyes covered by a thick pair of sunglasses. He was incredibly good looking, yet completely and utterly terrifying. Your eyes never left him. You watched as he looked around the room, scanning the tables before he found you. 

As he approached, you could hear the steps of his boots clamping at the tile beneath him. He sat down in front of you, sliding himself along the bench. You had never felt so small and as seen as you had in this moment, face to face with your blackmailer. He smiled at you as he pulled his sunglasses off, placing them on the table. His eyes were the same as you’d recalled in your memory. Black and empty. 

“I expected to see more skin.” He spoke with no attempt to hide his disappointment.  

You ignored his response to your outfit, and reached into your jacket pocket for the cheque book you’d found earlier. You set it in front of you on the table, hoping to cut to the chase. “How much do you want?” 

The President looked at the book and a light chuckle escaped his lips, his perfect teeth gleaming at you. “You think I’m here for your money, little lady?” 

A sickening feeling twisted in your gut, as it became clear that Nero had been right. 

“What do you want?” 

Before he could respond, the waitress approached your table as she’d promised. “Can I get you two started off with some drinks?”

“I won’t be staying, thank you.” 

He smiled, amused by the idea of you going anywhere. “I’ll get a coffee. Black.” His eyes never left you as he spoke. The waitress strolled off, leaving you both alone again. The President relaxed back into the bench, one arm laid draped across the top of the chair. He didn’t talk, just watched comfortably as you squirmed under his glare. 

You played with the edge of your dress in your fingers beneath the table, trying to hide your anxiety. “What is it you want from us?” 

“Does he know you’re here?” 

You shook your head. 

“Smart girl.” 

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing-”, you were interrupted by the waitress placing his coffee down in front of him. “Give me a shout if you need anything else.” He nodded her way as she left. 

He stirred the coffee in front of him. “Does your Pres. take no for an answer?”

“How does that-”

He stopped you, “I asked you a question. Does he?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He pushed the cheque book off the table and it fumbled into your lap. “I got all the money I need, sweetheart. I’m here for you.”

“For me?”

“Mhmm.” 

You sat there still, dumbfounded at the audacity of this man, the only sound between you two being the stirring of his coffee mug. Nero had been totally right. Suddenly you were giggling, and as he realised you were amused, his face dropped, any charm he had disappearing instantly. 

“Let me get this right,” you said, regaining your composure. “You’re threatening the SONS with prison- threatening to rat on The Club to the feds- to get some pussy?”

He sipped the coffee from his mug, staring at you as he drank it.

“Does your Pres take no for an answer?” He repeated, his words trailing slowly as he spoke.

And just like that, it clicked. You had bruised his ego, embarrassed and rejected him in front of the lobby at Diosa, and now he was going to do whatever he had to get what he had wanted. He wasn’t gonna send The Club down because he wanted their cash or guns. He was willing to send The Club down because he wanted you. “My Pres. respects the word no. Can’t say the same about you.” 

A smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, “you’re gonna give me what I want.” His tone was assured and strict, as it was an instruction. 

“And if I don’t?” 

He pulled a small manilla envelope from his cutte, placing it on the table.

You were really over this guys letters, but your curiosity got the better of you. You pulled the envelope from the table, peering into the contents without removing them. The envelope was filled with a stack of prints. Images of Jax, Opie, Chibs, it was the entire club, talking to a group of men off a roadside in the dark. The images looked like they’d been taken on a long lens camera, zoomed in a little too close. They seemed innocent enough at first, no crime being committed, just casual conversation. As you continued to scan through the photos, your heart began to sink further and further. You flicked deeper into the stack, realising he had concrete evidence of them all, loading crates of guns onto a truck in the dead of night, just outside the South California border. 

“You’re gonna give me what I want.” He repeated as he calmly sipped his coffee. “And this time, there ain’t gonna be a no.” 

You pushed the photos inside and laid it back on the table, your hand placed firmly above the envelope. You matched his eyes and tone, trying to find a way to suppress your panic at the collateral he had against Jax and The Club. “Just tell me what I can do to make these disappear.” 

His mouth pulled into a sadistic smile, before he lingered his fingers up your exposed hand, goosebumps forming under his touch. “You’re gonna let me inside you.”

Of all the fucked up men you had been surrounded by your whole life, this one took the cake. 

“You must be joking. That isn’t gonna happen.” 

His amusement never waivered, still smirking at you from across the table. He glanced down towards the envelope, bringing your attention to it once more. “How ‘bout you humour me.” His confidence was suffocating, knowing that you had no choice but to consider giving him what he wanted most. You took a deep breath, beginning to actually hypothesise about what doing so would entail. 

“How do I know you don’t have thousands of these printed out by now?”

“Guess you gotta trust me.”

“Sure, you're blackmailing me into sitting on your dick and now I’m expected to take your word.”

“You make it sound like I’m not a catch.”

You ignored him, trying not to insult him further as to piss him off. “Fine. Let me humour your ridiculous request. Let’s say I give you what you want..  And then what, this ends? I take these pictures and that’s it? You leave The Club alone?”

“That’s it.” 

“And where is this happening? I assume you aren’t gonna fuck me at a diner.” 

He finished his coffee, pushing the empty cup to the bottom of the table. He reached under the surface, grasping tightly at the exposed skin of your thigh under your dress.

“I’d take you on this table right here and now.”

As you pulled away from his touch, his smile faded. “So what’s it gonna be?”

You recoiled closer to the edge of the bench, considering running. You glanced down again at the manilla envelope in front of you. You knew deep down you had no choice. 

“Out of all the girls in Charming, the ones from Diosa. You really have to do all this to get to me? What would your crew think if they knew you were threatening to take down another Club with the feds for a quick fuck?” 

“Why don’t you just take it as a compliment.”  

“You’re a sick and twisted fuck, you know that?” 

His smile reappeared, enamored at your disdain. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.” 

He really wasn’t backing down. This would break Jax, whatever happened, it was going to kill him. You refused to cry in front of this man, forcing the tears building in your eyes from falling.

“Shit makes no sense.”

He relaxed back into the chair, putting his sunglasses over his eyes. “It’s simple, baby. Nobody tells me no.” 

You scoffed, “that’s because you don’t give them the option.” 

He stood up from the bench, pushing the envelope full of evidence back into his cutte, and tossed a wad of cash down on the table. He held his hand out to you, awaiting your decision. 

“Choice is yours. A night with me, or forever without your pretty Pres.”  

You sat there still, staring at the hand that urged to take you away. Before Jax, you wouldn’t of needed an ultimatum to go anywhere with this man. But this was different. You had given Jax everything, and you knew he had given you all he could too. Every part of him that wasn’t yours, was intertwined in The Club. Watching that die would tear him to shreds, and you weren’t prepared to let that happen, not when you could prevent it. 

So you took The President's hand without another question, and left the diner by his side.

———

part six

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[professionaldrider]

THIS OUGHT TO HELP YOU SLEEP- RISOTTO NERO X READER (SMUT)

As Y/n lay in her bed she stared at the moon, she hadn't been able to sleep without Risotto in bed with her, so she mindlessly stared at the moon. The moon was beautiful, pure and pristine. The window in Y/n’s room that the moon peeked through was small and beautifully framed by white wooden trim. Thorough the room was dark pitch black in the parts where the light couldn't reach even after stretching as far as it could- The parts where the moonlight licked were challenging to make out since the lighting was as broad as the moon could reach- the focus of lighting was poor, making things difficult to see. Despite knowing so, Y/n did not turn on the lights, or even move out of bed instead, she waited for Risotto. She made no effort to flip a switch or tug a chain, as it slipped her mind as she gazed at the moon, longing for Risotto to get in bed with her. Though as the minutes passed, he never did.

The moon that was once high in the sky, barely visible from where Y/n lay, was now vulnerable to Y/n’s eyes as its body lightens up Y/n’s vision. Y/n, after laying in bed with an empty feeling next to her in place of Risotto for what felt like hours, finally moves her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she places her right arm down to help her sit up. Y/n then touches the cold wood floor with her toes, gently placing her foot down, the floor creaking slightly under her weight as she places her other foot to finally get off the bed.

Y/n shivers as soon as she gets off the bed as the warm comforter no longer protected her from the cold breath of the house. Her thin sleepwear provided no warmth as Y/n’s nipples got hard. Y/n continued to step to the bedroom door, one foot after another, her shaking hands grabbing the cold metal doorknob and turning it to the right before opening it, and walking through it.

As soon as Y/n entered the hallway, she could see a warm, dim orange light flooding the hall from the crack of Risotto’s study. She followed the light slowly, her left hand trailing against the wall as she moved closer and closer to his study- until Y/n’s hand fell to the door to his study and Y/n moved her right hand to open it.

—Second Person—

Risotto looked to the door, and got up, “Y/n, I thought you were in bed.” Risotto states, looking at you blankly. You look at him, your eye bags were dark, and it looked like you hadn't slept in days, “I couldn't sleep.” you reply, your voice tired with a hint of sadness. Risotto looks at you and sighs, his left hand massaging his temples as he closed the door, reaching his arm behind you a clicking sound was made before he moved his arm from the door and to his side.

“...”

Risotto stayed silent as he stared at you and he sighed again, “Y/n...” Risotto whispered, cupping your cheek with his right hand, his lips twitching into a slight smirk as his cheeks went slightly pink. You look up at him, then your eyes trail down to his crotch, his boner pressing up against his pants as Risotto speaks up, sending goosebumps down your spine, “What do you want..?” Risotto grunts, massaging your cheek as it gets redder.

“What can I do?” Risotto asks before speaking again, “I've been caught up in work, I haven't focused on you…well? I'm here now, and I want you, but there’s only so much I can do..” Risotto trails off, his speech getting slower as he huffs between almost every other word. You blush at his words, hesitant to speak, to ask for what you want, it seems embarrassing to ask outright, “Well?” Risotto asks, lifting your face up, “What do you want?” He asks, and you look him in his eyes, “Can you…eat me out..?” you ask, causing to Risotto let go of your cheek and step back with a blank face with his boner stiff in his pants.

Risotto blushes deeply, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his blush, "didn't expect someone like you to talk like that…" Risotto says with a smirk, moving his hand from his face

Risotto takes a step to you, "Then I'll gladly oblige." Risotto

grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, his face inches away from yours, kissing your lips hungrily. You moan softly, spreading your legs open as soon as Risotto pushes you down onto his chair, as he begins to start kissing your neck softly, moving his way down to your chest, unbuttoning your top skin he could start licking around your nipple before sucking on it gently he pulls back, a slight smirk on his face as he takes of your pants and panties, sliding them down your legs.

Risotto kisses along your inner thigh softly, continuing up towards your crotch. Risotto leans forward, placing his lips against your crotch, using his fingers to spread your thighs apart, revealing your inner pink folds, causing you to moan in response as Risotto's warm breath hits your folds. After about 5 seconds he finally licks his tongue against your clit, causing you to shudder, "ha..~" you breathe, moaning and shuddering

Risotto looks up at you, smirking, slowly sliding two fingers inside you, wiggling them in an effort to get more lubrication while he sucks your clit gently stroking your walls with his tongue, “So soft…” Risotto moans as he starts eating you out slowly, licking every inch of your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You moan and squirm at his tongue, bucking your legs onto Risotto’s head. “Fuck..” You moan, covering your mouth to quiet the noises coming from it.

Risotto keeps going, not breaking eye contact, starting to finger fuck you harder as he speaks, “Do you want me to go deeper? Or should I keep it the way im going?” you nod, “Yes, go deeper…please” You beg. Risotto does as he's told, pushing a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, “You feel great” he moans, sliding a third finger inside you, curving them upwards, rubbing the roof of your vagina “You like this?” Risotto asks mockingly, stretching you further, working his fingers furiously, “Ohh...so tight…” he groans as he licks your clit fast, increasing the pressure as your legs twitch, risotto continues fingering you for another minute or so, until he feels your body start shaking uncontrollably, “That's right...just relax and enjoy yourself.” Risotto says before going back to continue to lick your walls, stopping at your G-spot as you cum all over his tongue, your cum was like the webs of a spider as it connected your clit to his tongue.

Maybe tonight Risotto will sleep with you.

[maniacparrot]

Nero : *sees Y/N and Nacht together*

Nero : "They're cute. I would put them on a boat."

Finral : "You mean... you ship them?"

[starry-snippets]

thinking about risotto hugging your anger away. you’re upset about a mission not going as planned, you’re upset because you’re in pain, you’re upset because you hate some of the things you have to do to stay afloat. no matter the cause, risotto’s arms are ready to block out the world pissing you off so much right now. risotto is a wall of a man, and when he’s wrapped his arms around you he’s a house. within the abode of his body you feel safe and your anger is replaced with a sort of stillness no one else has been able to provide you. he’s likely much taller than you, so he’ll rest his chin on your head, enjoying your body heat as he engulfs you in his rich cologne and strong arms. risotto may be a big muscly man, but he’s got the right idea with those hugs 

[kyloherrera]

—CHAPTER TWO: FIRST GAME

content warning: fem!reader. denigration, pet and master, breeding, creampie, physicall restrain, edging.

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"Uh, what was your answer? Could you repeat it? Sorry, I couldn't hear you." Risotto said while continuing to lick the neck of his new pet. This made you moan.

Risotto's big body made your body look small. Risotto loved this, seeing his partner's small body, which was now his and could be torn apart at any moment.

"I want to be your toy… Ahh." A moan escaped your interruption and it was Risotto who had bitten your neck. Not hard enough to draw any blood, but hard enough to leave a mark on that little neck of yours.

"I couldn't hear you. Could you say that again?" He snorted. A smile was on his face.

"I want to be yours. I want to be your toy, your property." You said, while a reddish color painted your face. Risotto just whispered close to his ear.

"Good girl, now show me."

He said, caressing your lips and tracing a line on them, then placing a pair of fingers in your mouth. You simply began to lick them delicately, moving your tongue up and down. Risotto just smiled, contented.

Your body could not help but shiver at the warm touch of your new master as Risotto's other hand moved from your collarbone to your hips, caressing your entire abdomen with a soft but firm touch. Risotto continued down until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those beautiful curves. The white-haired man felt his member tingle as he watched those fine curves.

The capo then decided to take his fingers out of your mouth and then slowly and delicately lower them down to your almost naked waist, then take your ass in his hands and squeeze it, while resting his face on your shoulder, so that you could feel Risotto's warm breath on your neck, like a tickle, making you arch your back a little.

Risotto began to play with your ass, as if it were a massage, squeezing it and moving his hands around it, as if he was molding it, and then delivering a slap or two. Risotto's touch was almost magical. It made your body squirm a little from the pleasure, and it made you lose your mind little by little.

Risotto then decided to stop playing with your ass, licking his lips still with a sadistic and lustful smile, and started bending down, depositing kisses all over your body, passing by your neck, your back, stopping on your ass, or rather on the underwear that was already wet.

Risotto then placed her hands on your ass to open your legs a little and spread them apart, giving him a better view of your panties. They were of a dark color that matched the rest of your outfit and made you look even more sensual. She then brought her face close to the wet fabric. She said a few words.

"What a slut, I haven't even started playing with you and your body is so wet, it's like it's asking me to fuck you." He said with a serious tone. Then he gave you another spanking, making your head tilt back a little from the pleasure.

Together with Risotto's warm breath on your underwear, the pleasurable sting that the spanking had given you. It was enough to make your legs tremble a little while you felt yourself losing more and more of your mind due to the pleasure Risotto was giving you. He definitely knew what he was doing.

Risotto then smiled mischievously at you, only to use his position to give you a piercing on his tongue. A nice piercing that he would use to torture you.

It was then that your body was arched by Risotto's sudden touch, he had begun to brush his tongue over your underwear, licking slowly and delicately but with strength and precision, moving his tongue from side to side and in circles while his hands squeezed and played with your ass, the coldness and warmth of Risotto's tongue made an almost perfect combination and that cold metal object on his tongue made him lose more of your mind.

This action could make you feel closer and closer to your limit. Your head was thrown back while your mouth was flooded with moans. Risotto then continued this action, adding more rudeness and speed with each lick, your legs trembling while your mind allowed you to think of nothing but this moment, your back arched and you could feel that you were about to reach your climax and Risotto had noticed it.

When you were about to come, Risotto stopped and quickly left the place without saying anything. There was a silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by your heavy breathing.

It was then that Risotto took your chin roughly and forced you to look into his eyes. Risotto couldn't help but feel his member tingle as he saw the beautiful expression on his pet's face.

Your breathing was heavy. A few small tears welled up from the pleasure and a huge blush appeared on your face. All broken up, just the way he wanted it to be. Risotto just smiled at you and then planted a quick kiss on your lips. He broke the kiss and looked at you with a dominating, cold stare as he said a few words.

"You want to come, don't you? Why don't you show your master why he should let you come, slut?"

You just nodded, and then Risotto just let a small smile slip out of his lips, followed by a "good girl," which caused you to get on your knees in front of him. He looked at you with those crimson and dark eyes that managed to make your whole body tingle. But before you started, Risotto had given you a present in your mouth with the help of his stand and that was a piercing.

After this you started your work, taking the other member in your mouth, you had to admit that it was quite difficult to do this with his hands chained, but you would do it anyway and try to get a little revenge with it.

You decided to take one of the other's members in your mouth. Then you slowly and delicately moved your tongue up and down the length of the member. This caused a few sighs from Risotto's lips, and then he moved upward.

You move it up to the head of the large member and begin to use your tongue like a baby sucking on candy. You make circles with your tongue around the head of the penis. Risotto was surprised to see how good you were at this, especially with your hands tied, but he knew it was because of the piercing he had given you.

You just kept at it, never failing to make eye contact with Risotto's cool gaze. Your lips were warm, like a warm embrace of his member, and Risotto loved it, loved to see you take him with such passion and devotion. But you still wanted your revenge. And so it was.

You quickly bit into your master's member, mercilessly and cruelly. Risotto let out a loud moan as he frowned.

"You bitch!" He was furious. Then he grabbed your hair tightly, bending your head down to insert his member into your mouth, cutting off your breath. Then Risotto started to fuck your mouth, making rough and fast movements, making you cough a little due to the size of his member, this rhythm was no longer comfortable for you and only brought pleasure to Risotto, this didn't bother him and in fact another idea came to his mind as he smiled mischievously while small tears escaped from you due to the lack of air and the choking sensation.

Risotto put his free hand on your neck and squeezed it tightly, smiling as he felt his member in your throat. You felt the air leaving your body and tried to breathe through your nose, but it was impossible. Risotto continued to fuck your mouth as he applied more pressure to your neck. You just begged for some air, but that was ignored by Risotto until he came in your mouth and face, making you swallow the white liquid. Risotto just got down on his knees to face you.

You were a rough woman and therefore not sunk in tears, but some tears had come out of your eyes due to the choking sensation. Risotto noticed this and decided to give you a caress. He ran one of his fingers over your lips and then he placed a couple of kisses on your forehead and your eyes.

He licked the remains of semen that had fallen on your face, with delicacy at the same time that he mentioned a few words while he put a finger on your chin and looked you in the eyes.

"C'mon, it's normal for a master to punish his pet if he misbehaves, just like it's normal to give him treats if he behaves well." He then said and smiled at you then stroked your hair.

You ignore his words and just decided to throw it making it fall backwards on the floor, while you climbed on the floor, leaning your knees on the floor, to then bring your face close to Risotto's face, while you looked at him with a dominant and threatening tone.

"Ahh yes, and because you think you can tame me, do you think I'll just let myself win and not put up a fight, Noo, the one who will end up begging here will be you. The one who will end up being each other's pet around here will be you." You said as you returned the look and smile that used to haunt Risotto's face.

Risotto admitted it, that stubborn attitude made you even more attractive and sexy, but he never let himself be tamed, he had to show you who was your master.

Nero in one swift movement climbed on top of you placing one of his knees on your groin and smiled at you, he would have fun with his new game.

Risotto released his erection from his pants, pulling it out into the air and then began to rub it against the wet fabric already on your legs, you simply let moans escape from your mouth as you arched your back, your whole body was already sensitive from the foreplay. Nero started biting and kissing your neck, and then began to remove your shirt, revealing your breasts.

The white haired man began to move his member in circular movements and to rub it more and more rudely, he wanted to hear that word leave your lips, he needed to know how much you needed it.

"I won't tell you what your heart's desire is." You said, but Risotto knew that wasn't true. He continued to move his lips down your body, going over your neck, your collarbone, your breasts and then your stomach, being more passionate about the last part, leaving kisses and bites.

You felt your body begging for attention. But you would not give Risotto what he wanted to hear. Nero, seeing this, simply took his large member and placed it on your belly. Then he smiled at you and said:

"Just say the word and you'll have all of this inside of you."

You just let a sigh escape your lips as you threw your head back, you needed it but you didn't want to admit it and you didn't want to, so while Risotto was doing this you just wrapped your arms around his neck and used your strength to pull his face close to you.

"Come on, you need it more than I do, just do it," you smiled.

Risotto simply broke free of this grip, to then spread your legs apart, giving him a better view of your entrance, as he used his stand once more to summon a pair of handcuffs, and to bind your feet.

"Wow, you really like being chained up like a pet, I think the next time we meet I'll bring you a present." He smiled at you

Nero knew full well that the way things were going you wouldn't say the words he wanted to hear so he decided to insert his member one at a time as he stopped, he wouldn't move until you said what he wanted to hear, you just let out a loud moan as you felt Risotto enter you.

"Ha, you were the one who was in need of me the most." You let out a snort.

"Oh yeah, well I'm not going to move until you ask me to."

Your brow furrowed. Honestly, you needed him already, but you don't know if you'd let him win either.

"Oh, is that so? Well, then you can be on hold forever."

"Really?" Risotto said. He bent his body and looked at you with that wicked look and smile on his face. Then their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Both mouths played for control of the other and their tongues fought for territory. Risotto simply lowered his hands to your breasts and began to play with them, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your lips to one of your nipples. The cold metal and Risotto's skillful fingers were enough to bring you to your limit.

Risotto smiled. The warm spice enveloped his member. And your walls tightened around his member. You arched your back. Seeing this, Risotto simply decided to continue the caresses. He wanted to see how long it would take you to say those words. And so it was. After you came again, you said the words Risotto wanted to hear so much.

"Fuck, fuck me, I can't stand it anymore." Risotto just smiled. He looked into your eyes and answered.

"I will. If you say it in a more polite way." He said. He moved his hips a little to motivate you.

"Please master, play with me. Tear me apart." You said a little frustrated. He would definitely pay you back.

And so it was. Risotto began to move his hips with a little roughness and intensity, increasing his speed with each thrust so he could get used to the size of your member.

This caused several moans and sobs from your mouth, you were getting closer and closer to your limit, Risotto simply decided to put your legs over his shoulders, making his thrusts deeper and deeper. This caused you to come for the third time, squeezing him even more, making Risotto bite his lip and also let out a few grunts. Risotto continued like this for a few minutes until he reached his limit, as did you. Finally, he came inside you.

Risotto remained inside you for a few minutes, enjoying the warm sensation that this place gave him, while you felt how this warm liquid caressed your walls, a sensation that undoubtedly made you come 5 times, overstimulated and lost in pleasure, completely shattered while you tried to catch your breath, just as Risotto wanted.

He finally decided to come out of you and then watched as the sperm slowly left his entrance, a very sensual sight that made him feel tingling in his lower part. As he removed the stand and the handcuffs, he gave you a few caresses.

You just laughed a little as you felt the warm and delicate touch, while you said: "Fuck you", between gasps, trying to catch your breath with your body full of sweat.

Then Risotto decided to help you get up and give you a warm shower full of caresses and cuddles. After all, you had to give affection to the pets and bathe them after playing with them.

But after all these caresses, Risotto had tied you to the chair again. You were now his toy, but that did not guarantee that you would not betray him and run away.

And so it was, you were now the toy of one of the most dangerous members of Passione, but you were also a prisoner from whom they had to get all the information. Well, it was the same for the other members, because Risotto had not told them that you were now his toy.

[suvidrache]

Dancing with Demons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 107 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

Featuring: Dante, Vergil, V, and Nero.

Dante loves dancing!

He'd do just about any dance.

May not know all the steps to the tango, but he will learn for you.

Vergil doesn't really like dancing.

He would prefer to watch you.

He would only learn a dance if you taught him it.

V would prefer to slow dance.

Something that's nice and slow, and doesn't take too much energy.

Something that would last a lot longer.

Nero doesn't dance often.

He wouldn't break out and start dancing randomly like Dante.

He'd be okay dancing whenever you want him to.

He would either watch you dance or join you if you start randomly dancing.

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[kitsunefox1108]

I'm a thirsty bitch plz could I have some headcanons of the DMC boys with a dominant s/o and how sex would work for them plz e.g. would they allow s/o to top them etc

Nero

he is the most likely to agree to your dominance. He doesn't mind watching you get on top.

he will probably develop a dominance fetish, so he will often call you mommy.

he loves how gentle you can be in everyday life, but what a depraved dominatrix you can be in bed. It's incredible for him.

Dante

he thinks it's funny that you offered to be a dominant, but he agrees, because he is interested in seeing it.

just like Nero calls you mommy, but only because he teases. He loves the way you smirk proudly at that nickname.

you can dominate him more often because he loves your sincerity and rudeness when you are on top. Dante gets more excited about this

Vergil

no.

simply no.

He will never let you be the dominant in bed, because he wants to be him too much. Only if you can possibly win a duel with him, he will allow you to take this role for once.

but given Vergil's power, you might have a slim chance of doing so. However, if you succeed, it will be the strangest night of your life.

from Vergil is such a passive in fact. He still shows dominant tendencies, no matter how hard he tries to be your sweet boy.

V

will allow you to do this, because he is interested in your behavior in this situation.

teases a lot. Even when you are rude to him and he moans loudly and chokes, he still teases you.

after the process, he hugs tightly, and calls him his mistress.

[keroanya]

I’m really thinking about fostering cats with risotto, I literally cannot get this out of my mind :-(

Imagine coming home after a long day at work to see this big, beefy man with three little kittens napping on his chest. When one starts moving a little too quickly he’s quick to (quietly) scold them and place them back on his chest.

When you mention it, he definitely gets a little embarrassed at first, but doesn’t physically show it. He says something along the lines of “you didn’t see that” or “don’t tell anyone about this.”

If you ever manage to snap a few pictures of him with the kittens, 100% make sure to send them to the rest of La Squadra. Prosciutto would have a bit of a laugh at it, and most likely wouldn’t mention it again. Pesci and Melone would definitely believe the pictures were adorable, and beg Risotto the next time they see him to bring in some of the kittens.

And he complies. He brings in a litter of 5 kittens for La Squadra (minus Formaggio because of the bottle instance), and they all have their little cat time.

For once the hideout is actually calm and quiet. Ghiaccio is preoccupied with his kitten that he quickly stole from the bunch, and seemingly growls at whoever happens to get too close to the kitten. Prosciutto was weary at first as he didn’t want to get cat hair everywhere, but after Pesci brought over one of the kittens, he stuck to silently enjoying the little fluffball’s company.

Risotto was decently surprised at how the group handled the kittens, and even offered Ghiaccio a chance at adopting the kitten he was guarding at the end of the day. He instantly accepted, even going as far as asking to adopt the kittens mother.

Upon returning home, Risotto cannot keep his mouth shut about how well the day was. He mentions bringing the kittens becoming a weekly thing, or inviting the group to visit the cat room. You’re unsure, more preoccupied with listening to Risotto talk so much, not really paying attention to what exactly he’s saying.

[nicherayyy]

la squadra with a child whos really quiet? like dont speak at all unless its really important

La Squadra x quiet Child Reader

You always were really quiet. In fact, it was surprising to you how loud some kids could be. Like?? Why are you yelling in the middle of the store??

You really value silence. There were days when you could sit in your room all the time without a single sound. You don't like to talk much either. You prefer to listen. And sometimes it scared the hell out of La Squadra.

Risotto tries to talk to you whenever he has a spare moment. Sometimes it's not even something important.

"What's your favourite kind of breakfast? I can cook whatever you want"

Though if he sees that you don't want to talk right now, he'll just leave you alone. He understands how tiring can be sometimes. But if you need to talk about anything, he is always here for you.

On the other hand, Prosciutto is worried about you. At first he even thought that you were too shy to talk to them. For this reason, he spent a lot of time with you.

"Look, there's nothing to be shy about. How about you tell me about your day"

But over time he saw that you simply preferred silence. So he left you be. But honestly, he's so happy when you talk to him.

Illuso finds it amusing. He had never seen a child that would remain silent bc they just want to. When you first spoke to him he was shocked.

"Wow, you can talk"

But he don't mind. He likes the silence. Although sometimes he wouldn't mind listening to your thoughts.

Formaggio's sad about it. Here he thought that he got a new buddy, and you're just.. being silent?? That's a shame. No matter how much others beg him to leave you alone, he still tries to stick to you with his stupid questions.

"What colour of cereal do you like?"

Pesci is cool with this. If you don't like to talk then just don't. Whatever makes you feel comfortable. Sometimes he likes to just sit with you in silence. But when you talk to him he feels so honoured.

"Y-yes? Do you need something? Are you okay?"

Melone don't mind your quietness. Though he wish he could talk to you more often. But he loves how attentively you listen to him.

"So I read this book yesterday-"

And when you start the conversation he's so overjoyed! Please, talk to the poor man.

Ghiaccio don't like this situation at all. He thinks you hate him and that's the reason you won't talk with him.

"Why don't you just talk? What's your problem?"

Melone had to explain him for a long time that it's just who you are and it's nothing to do with him.

[byakuyacoochie]

Glorified Babysitter [2] - Risotto Nero x Reader

A/N: So...I know I said this would only be two parts...but part three will be out tomorrow...

Part One

[actuallysaiyan]

sticky situation~

warnings: smut, creampies, mentions of cum, overstimulation, multiple fandom, hickies, slight subspace, Agedup! characters

a/n: this is just a fun little thing I wanted to try out. Also the art isn't mine, but where do people find those sexy manga panels? I don't want anything too suggestive, but it would be nice for a multifandom post like this. There will be a part 2. I wanna tag @beneathstarryskies for helping me with this one.

fandoms: Naruto, DBZ, JJK, Castlevania, DMC, Demon Slayer, FF7/Crisis Core, Ranma 1/2, Chainsaw man

His lips are on your neck, nipping at the tender flesh there. He intends to leave a mark on you, But he finds himself faltering as the way your walls flutter around him for the umpteenth time sends him close to another mind blowing orgasm. He whines, a sound not uncommon to grace your ears. It makes you moan in response, and your walls clench around him again. Another nip at your neck, and this time he sinks his teeth in a little more to try to ground himself.

“S’too good,” he lets out between breaths. “Stop it,”

You giggle again, and he swears he’s fucking the devil right now. You’re too damn fucking sexy for your own good, and you make him go crazy whenever you fuck like this. It’s been a few hours and the bed is definitely wet and sticky with your mixed juices. How you haven’t been completely fucked out this whole time is a mystery to him. He’s just not able to really hold on for long periods of time, and he just keeps cumming in your pussy.

Your labia is all puffy and red, and you’re absolutely leaking his seed. It started as a slow dribble, coating his red cock, and then it smears all over your labia and his pelvic area. It’s so sticky and wet, and only adding to the lust and arousal you both are feeling right now. Strings of your mixed juices keep you connected, stretching slightly with every shaky thrust he takes.

“Y’gonna make me cum,” he whines once more, and you know he isn’t lying.

“Cum for me, my sweet baby.”

Your voice is so mocking, and he rolls his eyes back in pleasure. It’s too much for him to take at this point. Another pitiful mewl falls from his lips, and his hips begin snapping harder and faster as the pleasure begins to build. His pace only gets harder and faster, and those pitiful noises he makes just add to the ferality of this situation. Your walls clench around him purposefully, making him cry out.

“Fuck yes! I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

Shot after shot of hot, sticky cum pumps into your cunt, rendering it into an even bigger mess than before. You cling to him, and you moan along with him. It’s all just making his brain melt, and after he comes down from his high, he slumps against you and takes one of your nipples into his mouth for comfort and grounding.

“What a good boy you are,” you praise him, and it makes him blush. A soft huff falls from his lip, but he doesn’t move from his position.

Finally, you managed to get him overstimulated.

dante, nero, alucard, hector, kyojuro, giyu, tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, naruto, itachi, gohan, zack, cloud, megumi, denji, ryoga

[danddymaro]

Soft Hitmen | Risotto Nero x Reader

A bit of a tender moment. 

The reader is effected by a stand that renders her weak. 

Word count: 

Soft Hitmen

You'd been misinformed, terribly so. 

Seldom were the times when you encountered other stand users in your job that weren't colleagues, and in the case where they were your target, you had the intel that warned you.  

- But not this time.

It was bad, but not much worse when you considered the fact that you’d screwed up even after your lecture. 

It had been the three of you, Prosciutto, Risotto, and you out on the field with your eyes aimed at a certain, little hair-brained politician that had gotten too cocky and too much of a liability.

It would have been just you and Prosciutto, but Risotto was forced to oversee given the sloppy nature of your group’s last few operations. 

"And why do you need to babysit us," Prosciutto grunted with a halfhearted glare, insulted by Nero's details of the mission. He'd never needed anyone to watch over him, even as a rookie, and he didn't think you needed anyone either. 

"We didn't screw up," he added. 

At his side you bit your tongue, feeling the same sourness, but not too bothered by the fact that your leader would join you, even from afar.

Risotto noticed the way your lips pursed, and hearing the blonde-haired male's complaint, his teeth grit hard before he took a step closer to you two, the way he looked down at you icy.

" He's had us on a tight leash for the past year..." he started, and you could only imagine the blood in his veins boiling. " And if that isn't bad enough our last two jobs haven't been our best," he reminds you two, an undeniable fact you wince at, much more when his voice has an even shaper edge than usual. 

" If we keep this up, It's only a matter of time before he defiantly gets rid of us," he said lowly. 

"- And What the hell does he expect, huh?" Prosciutto suddenly says, thoroughly peeved. 

"Our cut of the pay is shit compared to everyone else..." He reminds Risotto. " for everything we do..." he added with deep huffs because it was true. You did the dirty work, and you hardly ever got anything back other than a stack of cash that was measily compared to the other guys.

-Not even a thank you was given.

And if that wasn't bad enough there were periods where you weren't needed at all.

"...Besides... we got it done," you pipe up in regard to the sloppy operations, but barely. 

You didn't like arguing too much with your leader. 

You knew it wasn't his fault, but every now and then you couldn't help voicing your own annoyances.

 Risotto suddenly placed a hand on one of your shoulders, the strong grip surprising you enough to make you look up at the man that had his other hand on Proscuitto's opposite shoulder. 

"We'll get our moment," he said simply, which meant so many things, but you could only think of one that would solve your every issue. 

'One day...we'll kill him...and we'll take what we deserve,' 

You hardly spoke of it, too shaken by what would occur if the Boss caught any wind of treason, but you had all silently agreed that it was the only way to breathe free.

-Especially after what he’d done to Sorbet and Gelato.

The gruesome memory still gave you cold shivers.

"But for now...we do our jobs, without failure. Without so much as a hitch," Risotto reminded you. 

You were there because you had talents. 

 Because any fool could kill, but it took a special bunch to do so efficiently, without so much as a change in air that would hint at it being foul play.

You gave Risotto a fierce nod, and slowly, Prosciutto followed too, though with a little curl to his upper lip that displayed existing annoyance.

"Fuck..." you could barely speak, seized by terrible shivers that left you weakened and to your knees.

Proscuitto took hold of you, cradling you close, saving you from impact, and he watched over his shoulder as he saw your target leave with two of his bodyguards, one of which had rendered you to the state you were now.

The nearly vacant street let him catch a clear view, and he contemplated just letting you fall so he could take care of the job before risotto appeared beside you two, agitation evident in his face that you could barely witness through your impairing sight. 

"It's a stand user...maybe two..." Proscuitto stated, having a suspicion the second guy was also one. 

You then pushed him away, standing on unsteady footing as you glared in that direction too. 

"We have to..." you said while taking a step in the direction before you fell to a knee, and as Proscuitto moved to you again, you, used your arm to ward him off, something he huffed at.

Hesitation was not one of his typical traits, but given that you were a woman, he'd always been just a tad bit gentler with you out of pure instinct, something you noticed. 

Granted, eventually down the line he cared about you, but the initial consideration was due to that, and you were thankful for it. 

Otherwise, he'd beat you around just as badly as he did Pesci.

Delirium hit you and your surroundings grew darker and murkier, and with a soft exhale, you stood back up on wobbly legs. 

Shivering, you hugged yourself, backing up into the outstretched arm of your leader as he wordlessly caught you. Seeing your need to stand on your own, he made sure to grip you hard before his body came closer.

You craned your head back to look at the man but found it dreadful as your head felt too heavy and it hung back. 

"Go..." Risotto told Prosciutto, trusting that now that he was aware of the retaliations, he'd finish the job himself.

The ashy-haired man doubted your assignment could go any further south, and he trusted Prosciutto to take care of it.

At that moment you hated yourself, much more with how feeble you felt. 

"Please..." you start, and you find it in you to somehow move your body to face him, your hands daringly reaching out to take hold of his shirt, holding on with the last bit of strength that you could gather. 

"-  stay with me, "  you tell him, breathing hard, batting your eyes at him pathetically. You practically have tears in them, and as he looks down, his own eyes slightly widen at the words.

You don't know why you say that, why the words just drip out of your drying mouth, but they do. 

And perhaps it's because that's why you had wanted to tell him so many times before. 

Like, that one time he'd lead you home after you'd all decided to have a few drinks at some crappy bar.

"I should have..." you incoherently think out loud, having thought of the moment so much, wishing you would have had the guts to invite him in to stay the night.

Meanwhile, Risotto could feel his heart race, thudding strongly in his chest.

 He would have to pick each of your little fingers off of his top to go free, and the idea was unbearable.

And how could he?

the word of denial he wanted to strongly let loose was locked in his chest, unable to escape as he looked at you, finding your weakened state somehow enticing.

He had hardly ever seen you so desperate, and much more with that need directed at him.

You needed him ; an idea he'd never considered.

"Risotto..." The way you said his name had him feeling strange, and he felt his own desperation too, one that had him driven to cocoon you safely within his arms.

"Are you mad at me...?" you could hardly say it without a few tears welling in your eyes. 

Disappointing him always felt like a punch in the gut...it was nearly unbearable.

Without a word he picked you up, easily doing so with his strong build, the question going unanswered as he moved in silence. 

He headed towards the black-tinted car you'd arrived in, easing you down with a gaze that would have left you weak had you caught sight of it. 

Warmth graced the scarlet orbs even as he shook his head in disapproval, leaving you resting on the back seat. 

"Idiot..." he muttered. 

- He should be.

"I am..." he added lowly as he leaned back on his seat, staring up at the car's roof in frustration.

Since when did hitmen become so soft, they stupidly stood as shields for other members, rendering themselves useless? 

As he sat there in wait, he expected that when Prosciutto came back, he thanked you with something other than a half-assed mutter. 

He watched you through the mirror, his gaze softening as he continued to watch your face form subtle expressions in your sleep, most of witch were short grimaces. 

"Idiot..." he said again, his eyes closing while he waited, occasionally checking on you.