#risotto n/s/f/w

[grimmiraheta]

Check my NSFW Gym AU where I keep pushing my Toppio and Risbottom agenda. Also, with mild armpit and sweat kink. So mind the tags 😳👉🏽👈🏽

[mariamakeslemons]

Milk me (Hubull!Risotto x F!Reader)

This is @jonathanstigbitties fault...

You don’t know how you ended up here, locked in the female milker’s stock with a cock thrusting into you, your coveralls pooled around your ankles. Actually, you do, but your so confused as it makes no sense.

Risotto was rather stand-off-ish, especially compared to the other hubulls that you brought in to the farm to help your hucows go through heat and possibly get some calves from. You were a little upset, as you thought Risotto would at least go after your prized hucow, who was sweet and just a little shy. Instead, he ignored all the hucows and you, when you tried to find out why.

For the whole time your cows were in heat, the rest of his herd happily fucked the cows. You’re pretty sure Melone impregnated at least three, while Prosciutto and Pesci each had one cow girl they mated over and over. Fromaggio had a veritable harem while Illuso fucked a pair of sisters into the ground. Gelato and Sorbet shared one of the cows, although you did have to get between the trio occasionally to make sure she wasn’t hurt too badly by the sadistic bulls. But Risotto never touched a single cow girl.

“Then why did you come?” you finally ask as you take care of the rest of the animals on the farm. Risotto shrugs silently, watching as the pigs in the pen squeal with glee as you dump out their food into the trough. You let out a breath through your nose, fighting the urge to snap at the large hubull as you stomp back to the barn. The sound and smell of sex permeates the air, the pheromones getting you wet despite your human biology, but you’ve gotten used to the feeling from working your farm over the years. You see one of the bigger farm hands helping up one of Melone’s conquests, his pants not hiding the bulge of his cock. You bite your lower lip and continue on your way, mentally thinking about asking him for some “relief” at the end of the day.

Looking back, you should have seen the signs. How the large hubull followed you while you worked, how his eyes never left you, how he would occasionally reach out to touch your exposed arms to feel your bare skin. These were things you had been warned about when you first started to buy hucows, how the hucows and hubulls can become “too affectionate” with their farmers. But, you didn’t own Risotto. Hell, you didn’t know who did, and this was the first year you got hubulls on your farm. You should have seen the signs, especially when you mumbled to yourself about asking the farm hand to help you deal with the pheromones and Risotto growled.

Now, here you are, Risotto’s huge frame looming over you as his equally huge cock slams against your cervix, the lacticaid he had injected into you as he locked you in working as you pump out your own milk from your tits.

“This is where you belong, tesero,” he growls, his hands gripping the frame tightly enough that it groans from his strength. You try to say something, but moan instead as his pierced cock rubs deliciously in your small cunt, your brain practically melting from how aroused you are, how much pleasure he’s giving you. He chuckles huskily, nuzzling your throat while rumbling, “Beneath me, taking my cock like a good cow and making milk for me.” You keen at those words, your hands clenching uselessly as you try to push back into him. The hubull seems amused by your submission, taking that as permission to keep fucking into you until he gets you swelled with his calves.

Risotto pounds into you, roaring as he releases inside you, his more monstrous features breaking through the spell he had requested as a reward for the last raid he and his fellow minotaurs had completed for the coven of Passione. You scream as he gets even bigger in your tiny body, still pumping more cum into your waiting, fertile womb. He had been watching you for what felt like years, loving your sweet nature with the animals and no-nonsense attitude with your fellow human. A perfect little mate for him to take. Chuckling at how well the plan worked, Risotto starts fucking you in his true form, already figuring out ways to sneak you out of the farm you own with the rest of his pack.

[joestarwhore]

NSFW Yandere Josuke (18+) x Female reader

his little darling managed to escape her obsessive and derange boyfriend house while he was gone.

She trys to get help and does but the good samaritan is Jotaro who leads her back to Josuke thinking she was over reacting.

Josuke angry she escape he takes her back home and has idea to keep her safe and home by finally putting a ring on her

Like The Ocean Finds The Shore (NSFW 18+)

Authors Note: 18+ ONLY. if you’re a minor please find another blog, this writings and scripts are not written for your audience. thank you bb!

You didn’t know what made it worse. The tears in your eyes? Or maybe it was the pouring rain in the pitch black night; never the less, you were barely able to make out where you were, much less which direction you were going. The muscles in your body screamed for relief, the gashes angrily stinging against the rain, pushing you to run far, far away from the house that became your personal Hell.

Anywhere was better than being with him.

Your legs burned as you pushed yourself down the hill, gaining as much distance as you could away from Josuke. You couldn’t help to think of the events that led to this; gaining a stand from Keijo, meeting Koichi in odd circumstances, all the tiny little interactions that led to you accidentally tripping over a brick. Right into Josuke’s unmoving backside.

The thunder was incredibly deafening, lighting up the city of Morioh below you. You didn’t know if Josuke had discovered your absence yet, but you knew you had to be far away from him when he did. You knew it was just a matter of time.

Suddenly the grass became concrete, and concrete became asphalt. Relief flooded through you as you realized that you had finally made it into city limits. You looked around for any sign of safety you could take, your sights finally landing on the Grand Morioh Hotel.

‘Oh my god, Jotaro!’ You started sprinting towards the doors, bypassing any on looker or someone saying any comment to you, all you cared about was finding the receptionist and finding Jotaro. You ran down the hall to the Plaza, seeing the nice attendant lady who always seemed to be the one working for the desk. As soon as she saw you approach, her smile went from one of welcome to a grimace of worry. “Oh my word sweetie, are you okay?? Do you need any help??”

You leaned on the desk for a second to catch your breath. “Actually.. yes there is something.. you could do..”, you took a deep breath, “can you tell me what room Jotaro Kujo is in? We’re related & we have a family member in the hospital and it’s imperative that I fill him in on what’s going on.” Not the best lie you’ve ever told but at this point, you couldn’t afford to be precise. The desk attendant nodded with assured hums, “Yes honey of course, give me just one second.”

You breathed in relief. Thank God. Josuke definitely knew by now that you were gone, & would absolutely be searching for you. Finding Jotaro gave you a little hope for safety but even still; Josuke was relentless.

“Okay darlin, 8th floor, 6th suite, it’ll be the one at the very end!!” Relief swept over you as you quickly expressed your thanks, sprinting up the stairs towards your destination. ‘This is utterly insane’ you thought to yourself; you were running from your deranged boyfriend to his nephew that’s a decade older than he is. Your clothes were torn, wet, your skin was bruised and bleeding out, a state of being you weren’t familiar with.

The raw emotion you felt as you reach Jotaro’s door can only be described as a broken hallelujah. You banged on his door as hard as you can, not stopping until Jotaros towering frame swung the door open.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” His stone cold expression seemed to always be unwavering, but at the sight of you his eyes betrayed him. “What the hell happened to you?” You tried to speak, but no words came out, simply emotion ridden gasps between sobs. Jotaro took your arm and led you in, showing you to a seat by the fireplace & brought you a hot mug of coffee. You gave him a grateful look as you took the cup, Jotaro taking the seat in front of you with a first aid kit. “What happened to you?? Is this from an enemy stand user?”

You couldn’t help but give a lifeless giggle. Certainly felt like it, didn’t it?

Jotaro let you sit in silence for a second while he cleaned the wounds gracing your arms & face, carefully watching your facial expression for any sign of emotion, anything to hint at what might be going on. You didn’t even know where to start in explaining it, or even a way to explain how this happened.

Jotaro took your chin in his hand and turned your face towards his. “(Y/N), who did this to you?” The concern in his eyes made you feel the most cared about you’ve been in months. If you could tell anyone, it’d be Jotaro.. right?”

“It.. it’s Josuke.. When we started dating he was so good to me, he was charming & caring, he’d take time out of his day to spend time with me & would make sure i felt his love; but his actions just.. escalated. He was everywhere. He would text me throughout the day about what i was doing, saying certain comments about my outfits or what stores i was in, he ALWAYS knew.” Jotaro listened intently as he wrapped your forearm in gauze, giving you a nod it was okay to keep proceeding with what you were saying. “All of a sudden one day my land lord calls me to let me know that I was being evicted out of nowhere and i had 24 hours to leave. The same day, Josuke signed the deed to his Mom’s house & told me I could live with him. I just thought it was a crazy coincidence, I didn’t think Josuke would actually ever get me evicted. Then i found my land lords phone number in his pocket book. When I asked him about it he pretended like he didn’t know, and when i kept asking he..” The memory of him holding you against the wall, his knee putting pressure onto your slit, made you visibly cringe. The way he touched you.. it was so possessive, so needy, his eyes portraying one visible message. ‘I own you.’

Jotaro closed the first aid kit & put it under the seat he was at, a pack of pills in his hand. Jotaro silently put the two pills in your hand & got you a glass of water. “I’m sorry you’re going through this & I’m sorry you’ve been hurt so badly. The pills are a sleeping pill & a pain relief supplement, take those and you can sleep in my bed. I’ll handle everything in the morning.” You looked at the two white pills in your hand & threw them to the back of your throat, quickly chasing them with the glass of water he gave you. Jotaro gave you a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt, and helped you lay in the bed. “Goodnight, (Y/N). I’ll see you in the morning.”

You don’t remember anything past that.

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When you woke in the morning, you were blinded by direct sunlight. You squinted your eyes as tight as you could, noticing that you were being held up my two arms that were walking at a brisk pace. Gently adjusting your eyes to open, you looked up to see Jotaro, a determined glare in his eyes.

“J..Jotaro where are we?” you whispered the best you could manage. Jotaro gave you a glance down before returning his eyes to the path.

“I called Josuke.”, Your heart drops into your stomach. He wouldn’t.. he couldn’t.. “He says you lost your apartment because your anti psychotics put you out of a job, & he had your landlords number to pay your moving out fees for you.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “No, no no no Jotaro that’s a lie, i’m not on anti-psychotics, I don’t have any sort of med like that, he’s fucking lying to you!!”

Jotaro gave you an expectant look. “That’s the other thing Josuke said. You’ve been flushing them down the drain instead of taking them like you’re supposed to. Josuke only wants to take care of you, (Y/N). There’s nothing to fear of him.”

“JOTARO, I HAVE NEVER TAKEN THOSE PILLS IN MY LIFE AND YOU FUCKING KNOW”- You saw a giant purple hand come over your face and cover your mouth, restraining you from saying anymore. “I’m sorry (Y/N), but this is what’s best for you.”

You heard a door in the distance open, and Jotaro looking up and locking eyes with someone. The voice you heard next made your spine freeze, and dread pierce your soul.

“Jotaro!! Thank you SO much for bringing (Y/N) back!!”

No.. Not again..

“Not a problem Josuke, i’d rather have assurance of (Y/N)‘s safety myself then just send her back here on a bus.”

You slowly looked over, finally catching sight of your boyfriend. His tall, muscular form loomed dangerously in the door way of his house, his pompadour reminding you of so many events, so many violations of your body..

God its sick that it was making you wet.

Jotaro set you on your feet in front of josuke, letting Star Platinums hand uncover your mouth.

You couldn’t look at him.

Josukes hand ran through your hair, “(Y/N) is all okay now that she’s here with me.” He put his other hand under your chin, lifting to meet you eye to eye. It was everything you remembered. Lust, anger, relief, and above all else: obsession.

Jotaro and Josuke bid their farewells. Hands on your hips steered you into the living room, Josuke gently closing the door behind you. You could feel his eyes bore into the back of your skull, your mind erratic with anxiety. God, what’s he gonna do??

“Y’know, you didnt have to run away. You didn’t have to leave me. You didn’t have to be SO FUCKING UNGRATEFUL.” Josuke threw a chair at the wall in front of you, the force of it making you fall backwards onto your back. You gasped as your back collided with the floor, seeing Josukes towering frame turning towards you. He kneels down straddling you, the obsession of his eyes terrifying as he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. Adrenaline went straight between your legs.

“I do everything for you, (Y/N). I house you. I feed you. I FUCKING TAKE CARE OF YOU.” Josuke ripped apart your shirt, shoving his knee on your hot slit, making you gasp in surprise. Josukes delicate features possess a hunger that you remember all too well. “I also make you feel good don’t i??” He removed one of his hands from your throat to attack your nipple with, making you arch your back & moan. Josuke bit his lip in ecstasy as he shoved his middle finger down your slit, swirling it around in your hot heat. Josukes mouth rested against your temple as you gasped in pleasure, sickly wanting him to just take you then & there.

Josuke slowed down his finger, gently massaging your clit at a comfortable pace. “I’m sorry if it was because you felt unloved. If that’s the case, I really promise to be better. Because you can’t leave me, (Y/N). You’re mine, my little princess, my sweet baby girl,” His fingers started to assault you again. You heard a zipper get tugged town, and Josukes hips sweetly grind against yours. “My little fucking slut.”

You started to panic as you felt the tip of his rock hard cock press against your heat, your adrenaline skyrocketing. He’s delirious. “JoJo honey please, d-dont make me do this i’m so fucking sc-“

Josukes hand slapped your cheek, making you yelp in pain, quickly resulting in your moth being covered once again. “No, you don’t get a say. You were a bad girl, baby. And bad girls-“

Your scream was strained as he bottomed out his 8 inch cock inside you. “-they get punished.”

Josuke rammed inside of you, yourself being pummeled into the floor as he chanted “Mine, mine, mine, -FUCK-, MINE!!” His dick assaults your G-Spot as you felt an orgasm start to build in your stomach.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Does my little fuckinf slut want to cum??” Josuke slapped your clit. “TELL ME WHO OWNS YOU.”

Pleasure overruled the mine on this one. “It’s you baby! It’s always been you and it always will, I promise I’ll never leave you again just-“ you squealed as you felt your build up about to break. “PLEASE LET ME CUM JOSUKE PLEASE!!”

“Uggh FUCK, cum on my fucking cock (Y/N) show me who OWNS you.” Josukes duet of lust and rage amplified as you exploded all over him, your moans and screams sounding like siren calls to himself. Josuke rutted into you, filling you to the brim with himself. He laid himself by you, wrapping his arms around your overstimulated frame. You laid there for a couple of minutes trying to catch your breath, your heart rate soaring. You could hear Josukes soft giggles beside you as you felt a hand caress your cheek. You looked him into his eyes, seeing the unconditional love and obsession. The never ending love and obsession.

Josuke sweetly kisses your cheek, holding you in his arms as he gently picks up your left hand. You felt a cold circle of metal grace your ring finger, slipping on perfectly. Fear gripped your heart as you realized what it was.

“My pretty baby.. my gorgeous doll,” Josuke rolled ontop of you and held your face in his hands. “This will make sure we’re always together. You & me, husband and wife!! My perfect, beautiful, fuckable wife..”

Tears started to slide down your face.

So, this was defeat.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you be my wife?”

You looked at the alabaster ceiling. This wasn’t possible for you. This couldn’t be happening. But you knew it was.

“Yes.. Josuke. I’ll marry you.”

Josuke gleamed as he smothered you with kisses and sweet nothings, giving you gentle touches as his lips grazed over your ears to say the only thing that comes out of his mouth: poison.

“I’ll always find you, baby doll.”

“Like the ocean meets the shore- I will always find you.”

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT & KEEP REQUESTING ALL YALL WANT!! TYSM!! 🤍🌿✨🌸👄🍌🌩

[jojothembo]

Love Galore (La Squadra x Reader)

so im back this is probably gonna be a hot mess but happy new year!

TW: sexual content nsfw under the cut, gangbang, orgy, slapping, slight dacryphilia, mentions of breeding (still gender neutral), face fucking, oral, creampie

“Ah, they’re playing hard to get how cute”. illuso taunted you, he twisted your nipples as Formaggio spread your legs. You were pressed onto the couch Surrounded by a huddle of hungry men as they decided who would get the first pick. The sunken living room of the new base proved quite helpful for “team meetings”. The fireplace behind the couch washed your body in a warm yellow glow as your associates began undressing you. 

“Well, I guess if we’re already here I might as well start.

With that Formaggio pulled you into a kiss as he pressed and kneaded your thighs. you wrap your arms around his neck giving you something to hold on to. You could still feel Illuso behind you twisting and tugging at your chest, growing impatient with the man on top of you. 

“No time to get shy sugar” Formaggio teases against your neck, sliding one hand down to unzip his pants. Your breath began to hitch as the man behind you started kissing down your neck, you hardly had half a mind to feel Formaggio press the tip of his cock against your entrance. Your eyes meet his as he strokes your cheek and pushes into you. A soft moan escapes your lips causing you to turn your eyes from your room of assassins ready to defile you. 

Formaggio began pressing his hips into yours folding you up into the couch losing himself in the sensation of fucking you for show. You couldn’t hold back your volume as his movements became rougher. You moaned his name as he 

“Ah! Nico!”

Hearing you say his name just fueled the fire inside of him. He fucked you into the sofa causing your legs to shake and tremble with each thrust, Formaggio leans back and wraps his hand around your throat. 

“Too. Fucking. Tight ah! Fucking christ honey!”

His hips snapped up into you as illuso finally grew tired of his position behind you. He hopped the wrap-around couch of the conversation pit 

And gripped your jaw towards him watching you and your curves being pushed onto the sofa. 

“How about you and I give them a real show?” 

Illuso runs his fingers up Formaggio’s back causing him to buck his hips up one last time as he shot him inside you, spilling his cum inside of. Formaggio glares at Illuso as he zips up his pants 

“Not fucking cool man.” 

Illuso snickers before grabbing your arm and drags you to the coffee table before illuso could grab hold of you, slamming your face down on the chilled varnished cherry wood. You can feel the prying eyes in the sunken living room. The warm low lighting on your flushed skin as you felt a hand grip your jaw.

“Hey, Prosciutto Hold them down for me.” excitement brushed up inside of you as you heard Prosciutto's footsteps circle the table. You glanced through your peripheral as he pushed your plush thigh to your chest folding you up to get a better look.

“You're a goddamn mess, looks like we’re gonna have to whip you into shape .”

You tried to shift your face towards Prosciutto until you feel Illuso’s fingers grip the sides of your throat 

“Eyes on me baby.” 

Your eyes lock with his zipper, slowly unzipping his pants, anticipation building in your stomach being tugged and roughed up between two hitmen in heat. Prosciutto rushing to unbutton his pants, illuso wasting no time preparing your mouth pumping his cock with his free hand as he ran his thumb over your lips.

“You can take both of us can’t you?” with that you felt Prosciutto spit on your hole prying you open with his thumb before pressing the tip of his cock inside you. You whimper at the sensation of being filled again, hardly having half a mind to notice Illuso’s cock being pressed in between your lips, he smacks your cheek and pushes inside the warmth of your mouth causing you to choke around the base of it. 

“That’s right take it all honey.” Illuso practically groans your name as he fucks your mouth, prosciutto grabbing your hips practically slamming his cock inside of you. You tried to steady yourself on the table between both bodies  Prosciutto places his hand on your tummy to fell the growing bulge as he fucked you

“Do you feel me cara?” he begged for a response by picking up the pace, slamming your body down on his cock as you tried to keep steady sucking off Illuso. Tossed up and down, back and forth between the two of them as you notice another body closing in. out of the corner of your eye you can see the brush of lavender hair peak into your vision, caught up in table-top debauchery. He palmed his growing erection through his bodysuit.

“Don’t mind me, dearest, I want you when your full and ready.” Melone licks his lips at the sight of your fucked out blushing expression, Prosciutto scoffed at Melone as he continues fucking in to at a vigorous pace, his hand came down on your thigh causing you to jolt again. 

“You got it bad for me don’t you, you fucking whore.” his hand came down striking your chest causing you to yelp around Illuso’s cock.the vibration of your mouth sent shivers down Illuso’s spine as he let his cock hit the back of your throat. Every time you choked around him prosciutto could feel you grip and tense around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm. Melone finally gave in to his instincts, stripping off his clothes in record time. Boldness is what took over your mind as you try to reach for Melone’s cock, drunk of voyeuristic sex, ready to be used. Melone melted into the grip of your hand as you felt your body reach full occupancy, you could here much he was enjoying it. 

“Would you look at that, so eager for me already~” a blush blankets your face as your body tries it's hardest to move in time with the men hovering over you. Melone grabs your wrist leading your hand up and down his cock “touch me all you like deary~” with that you begin to stroke the base of his cock, jerking his length out of rhythm as Prosciutto cums inside you without warning, your legs twitching as he snapped his hips hard against you, watching the small strands of blonde hair plaster his forehead above you

“Take it,

“Such a good little slut for us aren't you bunny~” Illuso snaps his hips into your mouth, gripping your jaw as he empties his cum in your mouth. Both of your teammates pulled out of your used body. Watching over you in depraved Melone slips your hand off his cock and pins your wrist down on the table”looks like there’s room for two on here”  he practically pounces on top of you, caging you in with his body. He scooped you up onto his lap and started kissing down your disheveled body, taking your vulnerable state into consideration as he began to wrap your arms around his neck. “This way I can really feel you amore.” Your hand held onto his back. your moans became messy and broken as he tried to  “puzzle-piece” your fucked out body unto his dick .He Pressed the tip against your sex, agonisingly slow before pushing inside you your nerves felt like firecrackers as he bottomed out “Melone ah!” you wailed as he moved your hips down onto his cock, your slick allowing him to stroke off inside you, pulsing and gushing around the right curve of his cock. His pace was methodical yet unpredictable as he watched your legs sputter.

” filled to the brim with cum, you feel like a fucking dream!” He fucked up into you making you grip for dear life moaning and whining as he rocked his hips “Ah di molto darling, hmm keep me inside you ah! Fuck!”.Melone’s movements were smooth and deep, thrusting into you with deep fluid motion. Kneading your thighs, his hands moved up and pressed into your back as he lowered you down onto the coffee table, he kept you legs folded on either side of him , letting your ankles meet your elbows as he arched your back, he pulled your hips in to his, plunging his cock full force inside of your sex, clenching your heat around his shaft as he buried himself inside of you.“

“Don’t struggle -Ah!God I could knock you up if I wanted to deary~!”

Melone pressed his hands into your hips 

“So young, so fertile, I don’t care how honey, it’s about time you let me fill you with a baby~!”

His words were dripping with sex as he continued to fold your body back into the fucking of a lifetime” your mind was slipping in and out of reality as you noticed two bodies approach the coffee table 

As Melone bucked his hips you pulsed around his cock on the brink of climax, the heat rushing through your body right to your sex “your gonna cum for me aren’t you! Ah go ahead please Deary Ahh~” the tension in your core was seething hot, begging for release making you shamelessly desperate, letting prying eyes size you up and down. That’s all you were at that moment. A vessel for someone to feel pleasure. Hollowed out by moans and praises

Melone’s movements were smooth and deep, thrusting into you with deep fluid motion. Kneading your thighs, hands pressed behind you as he lowered you back down onto the coffee table, letting your ankles meet your elbows. Melone plunging his cock full force inside of your sex, clenching your heat around his shaft as he stroked himself inside of you.

“Don’t struggle -Ah!, God I could knock you up if I wanted to deary~!”

“So young, so fertile, I don’t care how honey, it’s about time you let me fill you with a baby~!”

His words were dripping with sex as he continued to fold your body back into the fucking of a lifetime orgasm crashed over your body in waves as Melone filled your body with his cum, his head fell back slowly pushing you off of his cock watching you spill out in the glossy low light.

Melone turned his attention to the couch again 

“I think they might need a minute before taking another participant~”

“That it!” All you heard was someone shouting across the sunken living room, you were still hazy with satisfaction .you feel your limp body get pulled across the table and hauled over Ghiaccio’s shoulder. He threw you back down on your knees tilting your head up towards him.

“You wanna act like a slut you’ll get treated like one” he struck your cheek before unzipping his  pants, starting to pump his hardens cock, you started to drag your young song the upward curve beginning to suck down the tip. He began pushing your head up and down at a punishing pace, slamming the back of your throat. You felt helpless as he used your mouth, watching you gag and choke. “I wanna here you cry” Ghiaccio pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, still holding your hair in his fist pulling you on all fours, facing away from him. He gripes you by your elbows pulling you up on your feet,your knees felt like giving out mad he pressed his cock against your entrance, pulling you into his cock by your arms, you started wailing and crying as he fucked you. You felt your knees tremble and shake every time he speed up abusing your sex from this angle, “I think you can be a little louder for me can’t you?” With that Ghiaccio warped his hands around your neck to leverage you on his cock causing you to let out a strained squeak of pleasure as you started pour out onto his cock, letting your comrade’s cum spill down your thighs while getting fucked. Ghiaccio was jackhammering into your as you sex continued to leak, his hips snapped behind you one more time as he emptied his cum inside you. 

your mind was slipping in and out of as you noticed two bodies approach your body, still propped up on Ghiaccio’s cock . Sorbet and Gelato peering over your body as Ghiaccio finally let your body collapse,sprawled out on the shag carpet, the sheen layer of sweat covering your body as you scan the men above you. You notice a twitch in Gelato’s knees, sorbet with his hand in his pocket. I’d didn’t take long for you to know what was going on. “Oh we’re about to have so much fun with you.” Sorbet pulls his hand out of his pocket to reveal a small black remote pressing the button causing gelato to moan. “He’s very excited to play with you.” He tilted your face up to look at him grabbing a fistful of your hair and walked you back to the coffee table, he sat on the edge of it as you felt gelato come up behind you.

you turn your attention back to Sorbet and his jet black hair, and deep fierce eyes he was was already enjoying this. “He’s going to fuck your while I use your mouth sound good?” Before you could respond, Gelato was positioned Behind you, you heard sorbet unzip his pants. He placed his hand on The back of your head as you settled on your hands and knees between them. Sorbet guided your lips to the tip of his cock as you felt Gelato’s hands wander up and down your body, sorbet pressed the button on his remote causing gelato’s knees to cave in, his cock hard against your ass. “Start fucking them, I wanna know how they feel~” you here the sound of a belt unbuckle as gelato positions himself behind you. Coating his tip with the residual slick of your hole as Sorbet fucked your face. As gelato was pushing into you you could feel a low vibration as he pushed you down in the base of his cock which pulsed in between your hips backing just into his, you let out a moan around sobers cock any time the Gelato’s vibe hit against you at the right moment, your we’re being pulled back and forth between the two as Gelato became desperate to leave inside you, sorbet taunted the both of you from above “your taking the both of us so well, tell me how they feel, do they feel nice” 

“Ah ha!- so tight- hmm! They feel so good!” Your mind was going blank as you were pumped full of cum in both ends watching the both of them exit you. There was a stillness in the room as you heard footsteps behind you. 

“You didn’t think you were done did you” Risotto’s deep honeyd voice dripped from above you.all he had to do was snap his fingers and you turned in your knees following him over to the fireplace again. Risotto rested your head between his thighs. You felt his cock through his signature striped pants,looking up with pleading eyes.

“Go on now.” You unzip his pants, eying his impressive length, running your hand up the pierced shaft, you count six rungs of a silver Jacob's ladder leading up to the tip.

 “I think you're more than ready.”

He grabs your wrist pulling you up on the couch, using his other hand to grip your waist, turning you around with your back on his broad chest. Your eyes hang low from exhaustion as Risotto locked you in a full nelson with your legs folded behind your head, forcing you to look down as his heavy, pierced cock. You dripped down the tip of his cock coating the tip with your less that decent display of “teamwork”

“your such a good little slut for your capo~” he starts pressing the head of his cock inside you causing you to whimper as he stretched you out. You legs twitched with in the constraint of the position, you felt like you were gonna break as you noticed the bulge in your stomach, griping and mewling as he began to move you up and down his shaft, the sensation of the silver bars rubbing inside of you as Risottos thick cock pounded you into a full break, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you screamed and moaned “ Ah! Fuck me capo! Keep fucking me please!”

Just before you cum he slams you down on his length one last time, “that's right beg for my cock beg for your capo.” making you scream and moan from all the overstimulation. You wanted him to ruin you. “Who else fucks you like this”

“Who owns you?” His hips buck one last time watching the bulge in your tummy expand being filled with your capo’s cum 

Thoroughly fucked and strung out, your cheek still pressed into the table. just as you feel your eyelids flutter shut Risotto’s fingers traced gentle circles down your spine, Risotto’s touch  caused goosebumps that ran in waves. He scooped you up in his arms. As everyone started to complain.

[moody-blues-requiem]

Sooooo... If askbox is still open, may I leave a request for Squadra and female s/o, if they've caught her masturbating in their room and moaning their name? (Also, I love your writings so much!)

Trying to get back into the swing of things with running this blog! My writing skills feel a tad bit rusty, but hopefully you enjoy these all the same! 

n/s/f/w under the cut!

Risotto freezes when he hears you moan out his name. It’s late at night in the base, most everyone is away on various missions, and he’s only up to grab a glass of water. But your noises have him intrigued, completely forgetting about the drink. He’s so tempted to force his way into your room, he knows he’s strong enough to shoulder-check the door in-- but that would really ruin the moment, wouldn’t it? He likes to think he’s better than being a peeping tom, but your whimpers are too much. He uses Metallica to open up the keyhole in your door, a perfect little peephole for him to watch you fall apart to the thought of him ruining you. He notes how you keep one hand on your throat while you cum. He won’t be going back to sleep for a little while. 

Prosciutto knows the sounds you’re making, the way you moan out his name. He knows immediately what’s going on. And he knocks. “Bella? You need something?” He’s not the type to beat around the bush-- he’ll leave if you don’t want him there (or aren’t ready to admit to your crush on him just yet), but he can hear fabric rustling. The door peeks open a crack, you’re clad in nothing but a thin robe. “I…” you start, trying to find the words to explain yourself. “Maybe you should come in.” He doesn’t leave your room until the next morning, after a night spent exploring each others feelings and bodies, together. 

Pesci listens for a moment…. You’re not actually calling out for him, right? Why would you be calling out for-- ah, yep, that was a moan, he knows what you’re doing. He rushes back to his own room, blushing all over, pants already tightening. Should he feel ashamed that he’s going to masturbate to the thought of you masturbating to him? Well… you did it first! And besides, it just feels too good. He cums harder than he has in a while. Should he… talk to you about this? Should he tell you he feels the same? He doesn’t know how to proceed. He’ll get there, though. Eventually. 

We can all guess what Illuso does. You, thinking you would outsmart him, covered the floor-length mirror in your bedroom so he wouldn’t be able to sneak in. But he can use any reflective surface as a mirror, and the lamp on your nightstand has a beautifully shiny base that gives him a perfect view of the show. He lies on your bed in the mirror world, right where you are, and touches himself. He matches his pace to yours, speeding up as you do, your hearts beating in sync… and reaches his peak, moaning your name at the same time that you moan his. He slips away undetected, but for a while you can’t shake the feeling that you might not be alone. 

Formaggio’s solution, like Illuso’s, is pretty predictable. He shrinks down and slips in your room to watch the show. He hides himself behind your lamp or a picture frame on your nightstand, watching everything. God, you were beautiful, but seeing you in such an intimate moment really drove Formaggio wild. He can’t hold back from reaching his hand into his pants and rubbing himself alongside you. He cums in his pants (not his first time) so as not to leave any trace of his presence, and sneaks out before you can catch him. He’ll repeat this process a few more times before confronting you about overhearing his name-- and playing innocent. 

Melone just fucking. Opens your door. You swore you locked it! You had double checked! Hadn’t you? Regardless, there he was, leaning against your doorframe and smirking like a devil. “You called? Oh, you look absolutely delicious, is this all for me?” He wouldn’t blame you if you kicked him out, but he had to shoot his shot. If you let him in, you’re in for a hell of a time. It’s like he knows your body already (he doesn’t. We know he’s creepy, but he wouldn’t do that to a teammate) with the way he fingers you at just the right angles, hitting spots you’d never found, bringing you to a swift orgasm. And he’s packing behind that thin purple jumpsuit, you can see his erection, perhaps you’ll return the favor? 

Ghiaccio blushes furiously. You! Moaning his name! He almost can’t believe it, how did he not notice your feelings sooner…? Thoughts race through his head about what to do. Should he knock? Should he, what, text you? Should he bring it up at all? Maybe a shower will clear his head. Despite his icy stand, his showers are boiling lava hot, and the bathroom is thick with burning steam as he furiously jacks himself off, grumbling your name under his breath. Damn you, clouding his mind with emotions! 

With Sorbet and Gelato, you’re taking your life into your own hands (especially if you’re only pining for one of them. They’re a package deal, no exceptions). Absolute wild cards, these two. But if they catch wind of you moaning for them as you touch yourself, they absolutely will force their way into your room. “We’re right here, why didn’t you say something sooner?” “Don’t get shy on us now, bella, your voice was so lovely… why don’t you keep going, and show us how you really feel?”

[gather-ye-sinners]

hi i'm back with my horny requests uwu!! can you please do some hcs for riz, diavolo, tiz & squalo, bruno and mista with a gf who's very into petplay? 👀 like if the guys are into it/which role do they prefer for their gf(like kitten or puppy or bunny or whatever!!)/how far would they go/etc. (if that's too many characters then just do the ones you want to!!)

I wasn’t too confident in writing for Tiziano and Squalo so I left them out sorry hun! Welcome to late night horny posting.

Pet Play Headcanons w/ Risotto, Diavolo, Bruno and Mista! + Bonus Doppio!

Warning: N/S/F/W, Petplay, Pet Names, Degradation, Cock Warming, and Dirty Talk

Risotto Nero:

Riz here is a kitten type of guy.

He’s a busy man y’know. You have to have some sort of self-reliance.

He’ll go as far as you like, but his personal preference is pretty standard for pet play.

Bell collar that matches his hat, leash, tail plug, and matching ears.

He doesn’t expect you to drink/eat out of bowls or crawl around.

He’s a possessive guy he will not share his precious kitty.

You’re his and his only got it?

Maybe some hickies will help you remember that.

He enjoys it if you sit prim and proper on his lap while he works.

Thicc thigh riding anyone?

If that’s not your style he doesn’t mind watching his kitty squirm with a nice vibe on your sweet spot.

But don’t mewl too loud or you’ll be punished~

Sitting on your knees by his lap brightens his day.

Sometimes he forgets you’re there and takes a nap.

Has been startled by you waking him.

He’s very good at aftercare and would never expect you to be a pet as a lifestyle.

He wants to make sure you’re comfortable over everything else.

Diavolo:

Congratulations on becoming the Bosses Bunny!

You will be dressed to the nines with ears, a tail, pretty lingerie, and a collar.

You will be a Bunny at all times with him.

He says that but he doesn’t mean it.

He’s weak to begging.

He’s a selfish lover at times.

Pinning you on his desk and pumping you full until you squeal, holding your head down on his cock until you tear up and gag, bending you over with your plug mysteriously gone and taking your tight ass.

You’re such cute little prey for him.

Please let him breed you.

He has a stockpile of accompanying degrading dirty talk.

It ranges from calling you a fluffy little cum dump to a pathetic babymaker.

Most likely ruined the mood once by calling you an Oven Bun.

Likes to wind down from a session by feeding and watering you.

If he’s feeling especially tender he’ll pet and bathe you with lavish soaps in your favorite scent.

Bruno Buccellati:

Oh lord is he a sucker for his kitty.

If you want it you’ll have it.

He’s got a sweet spot for seeing you on your knees for him.

He likes to see you in frilly things made of lace and bows.

He adores putting your ears in place and petting you.

If you’re into movement restriction he can use Sticky Fingers for that.

He’s pretty into it himself and wouldn’t mind if you let him be your pretty kitty once in a while.

He’ll whimper and mewl so deliciously if you indulge him.

Loves fucking your face to hear your collar jangle.

Does call his cum “Your special milk.”

Fully intends to treat you well after a session.

Massages your body, cleans you up, makes you a snack.

Petting you until you fall asleep is his favorite post-sex activity.

Guido Mista:

He’s wary at first tbh.

He trusts himself and you completely.

He’s scare of fucking it up for you.

He wouldn’t mind a nice little puppy.

He gets a kick out of making you fetch sex toys.

If you’re feeling playful and deepthroat the thing he’ll lose his ass.

Nuzzle around his legs and jump on his lap if you want affection.

Be careful if you show your belly though he’ll tickle you until you break.

Everything has to match with him.

Custom ordered a collar that matches his sweater.

Your leash looks like his pants.

Yes, it has blended in sometimes.

Really enjoys winding down with you laying by his side or on his chest.

Won’t make you sleep by his feet or in a doggy bed if you don’t want to.

Gets you unsuspicious normal wear dog tags that match the ones on your collar.

They say “Mista’s Bitch” of course.

Will pet you until his arms, hands, and wrists are numb.

You’re just so soft!

B-B-Bonus! Vinegar Doppio:

Oh lord help him.

He’s so much of a switch he can’t decide who gets to be bunny somedays.

You had to tell him that this isn’t something you call your Boss about.

He gets parched when you play bunny for him.

He loves to have you cock warm him while he writes reports for the Boss.

If you squirm and whine too much he might just take a break to remind you of your current place.

Loves to play dress up and take photos of you.

He takes them with him on long missions for stress relief.

Adores cumming on your face

Isn’t nearly as harsh as Diavolo.

Doppio takes pride in you being the softest most pampered bunny around.

If he’s feeling subby and you’re game please return the love.

He whines and whimpers like a cat in heat.

If you tease him about it he’ll flush like he’s sunburnt.

Similar to Diavolo he likes to lavish you after a session.

If he’s feeling cheeky he’ll clean you with his tongue.

He typically cuddles you to his chest and peppers you in kisses.

If he subbed make a game of kissing his freckles. It’ll make him melt.

[magma-cjay]

Why did the universe decide it was a good idea to give me this ability?

I know this shits been done before but we can have more... right?

[icollectyoursins]

Demon!Risotto x Reader x Demon!Prosciutto

Anon asked for “Here for s i n t i m e could I perhaps ask for nsfw demon ris and pro for the monster week thing? Submissive reader, if possible”

I am so sorry this is so late! Exams are happening and it’s stressing me out because I feel like the only one who’s prepared (I’m an acting student, so I not only have to rely on people showing up, but also knowing their lines in order to perform my best). Anyway! I have a small break where I can hopefully get stuff done. Sorry about the wait!

You were far too horny for you own good right now and somehow came up with the terrible idea of summoning a couple of demons to satisfy you, considering most of the men you met were less than pleasant. You knew what you were getting into, sort of, you just... weren’t expecting them to be so big.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: Summoning demons and fucking demons, cunnilingus/eating pussy, claws, nipple play, biting, oral play (sucking on fingers), cumming on stomach, breeding, light implication of kidnapping? Uh... maybe new found partners in some questionable demons at the end.

Word Count: 1751

     Your jaw fell open at the sight in front of you. Two very tall and very gorgeous men-demon things stood completely bare. The taller one’s skin was dark with flecks of red and black dotting his shoulders, white hair settling around his face which was broken apart by long dark horns. Stunning gold bands wrapped around the base of them. His red eyes seemed to float on his face, you had to stop yourself from walking towards him, seemingly drawn in by them. 

     The smaller one was almost the same, but with a mix of deep blue and gold. His blonde hair was tied back into a series of buns. He had four horns a set of larger ones in the same place the other’s were, then a significantly smaller set beside them. They were also wrapped in gold, but there was more, glittering from base to tip. His eyes were a bright navy blue that swallowed you whole.

     On each of their wrists were silver shackles, minus the chain, a sign that there were bound here for the time being. They stared at you intently, waiting for you to say something but you were too awestruck. Your eyes flicked down to their members. One of them, you could for sure take, but the other... where did you put the lube again? You gulped, blushing furiously.

     They chuckled softly. The blue one reached his hand out to you, stepping closer to the boundary you had set. Their smiles were sincere, almost sweet. Tails flicked impatiently, waiting for you to move. You made a move to take off your top, but they stopped out.

     “We’ll take care of that, don’t worry. Just come here.” You did so, taking his hand in yours. He was warmer than you expected, not that you thought demons would be cold, but he was very warm. He pulled you into his arm, wrapping one around you as he walked back to the other one. 

     You were pushed gently in between them, then their hands were all over you, exploring every inch. The tall one pressed his lips into your scalp before tilting your head up and placing another kiss onto your forehead. They were remarkably gentle, littering your cheeks with light kisses while massaging circles into you. Slowly, your top was lifted off your body, blue lips following the fabric, pressing into your soft chest. You gasped, lifting your arms to cover yourself. They were quick to stop you, though, grabbing them and holding them firmly against your back.

     You began to struggle, taken out of the calmness they had built up into you. They only chuckled, kisses becoming more aggressive. You were lifted up lightly by the taller one, hands still behind your back. The other made quick work of your bottoms, taking everything off in a quick pull. Then, he wrapped your struggling leg around his waist, devilishly looking into your eyes.

     They were about to get started with wrecking you when you yelled. “No!” They stopped, a little annoyed. “No, no, no. Put me down.” They did, gentleness disappearing quickly.

     “Isn’t this what you wanted?” The blue one said, gripping your chin between his thumb and his finger. “You summoned us for a good fuck, right? I don’t see the problem.”

     The black one loomed over you, eyes narrowing. “You don’t want to change your mind, (Y/N).”

     “Stop, I summoned you, and you will do what I say.” You said indignantly. They only laughed at you. “It’s not funny. You are bound to this circle until I say so.” They exchanged a look, hiding their smiles.

     “What do you want us to do,” the tall one rumbled, drifting his gaze over your body. Uh... that was a good question. What did you want them to do? 

     “You, eat me out,” you pointed to him, then to the blue one, “you-”

     “I know what to do,” he said walking to your side. His softly wrapped his hand around your side, dragging his lips across your shoulder then kissing your cheek. He lead you back to the center, taking his place behind you while the taller one knelt down in front of you. Another arm was wrapped around your waist as they lifted you up onto his shoulders. “Why don’t you give them something to scream?”

     The man between your legs hummed, kissing your thigh. “Risotto.” He purred, low and seductive before delicately diving in, licking a stripe up your entrance to your clit. Deep, dark eyes stared up at you as his tongue slid deeper into you, clearly longer than a human’s. You tossed your head back, resting it on the blue one’s shoulder as you moaned.

     “Say it,” he whispered in your ear, “say his name.”

     “Uuuhhn~ Risottooo.” You cried out, hands tangling themselves in his hair. He lapped up your juices, using broad strokes to coax more out of you. Then, he focused on your clit, wrapping his lips around it, sucking intently. The blue one chuckled, latching his lips onto your neck, holding you tightly as you bucked your hips into Risotto’s mouth. 

     “Say my name, Prosciutto, say it.” His teeth dragged along your vein, sharp and threatening. A hand reached up to your chest, pinching your nipple. His broad tongue licked the sweat on your skin, leaving a trail from where your shoulder dipped to your neck up to your jaw line making you shudder. He rubbed your nipple between his finger extra hard.

     “Mmm~ Prosciutto!” You arched your back into his touch. The two demons groaned, in creasing the intensity of their ministrations. Risotto’s tongue elongated, slipping into your entrance, curling up into you. Moans fell free from your mouth as they lavished you, leaving marks with their claws. A blue hand slithered down to your folds, delicately brushing against your clit. Your voice got higher in pitch and more strained the closer they brought you to your release. 

     The finger picked up the pace, getting into the rhythm of moving side to side. Risotto pulled back to watch the show in front of him. He brought his fingers up to your folds, spreading them apart as well as slipping one to your hole, pushing it up into your G-spot. He could feel you getting closer, returning his lips to your entrance, careful to avoid Prosciutto’s claws. 

     Your orgasm washed over you as you screamed out their names. They smiled into you as the one between your legs slurped up your juices. The other one dug his teeth into your neck, growling into your ear as he lapped up a small trickle of blood.

     Risotto took hold of you, lowering you onto his lap, leaving sweet kisses on your cheeks as he positioned you over his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. You couldn’t hold back the scream that ripped through your body as the first few inches were pushed in. He was so thick, it was only a few inches, but it was the most filling few inches you have ever had. You thought he was going to stop, let you get used to it, but he didn’t. He kept going. 

     It was starting to get painful now and there was still more to go. You began struggling, trying to break free of his iron grip. Tears formed at the corner of your eyes as you shook your head, trying to get him to stop. He finally bottomed out and you were barely able to choke out an “oh!”

     Prosciutto’s warm chest pressed into your back, kissing the marks he left on you. “What’s wrong this time? Isn’t this what you wanted?” You couldn’t talk, it felt as though the tip of his cock pierced straight through your brain leaving you dumb. He chuckled darkly behind you. “Would you like more?”

     You moaned as Risotto rolled his hips into you making his length push into every sweet part of you. A sly smile sprawled onto his face. You were pinned down by strong arms and he repeated the motion, hand slipping to your clit then rubbing circles. A cry escaped from your lips, hips bucking up to his touch.

     Two fingers slipped into your mouth which you immediately wrapped around, sucking intently. All three of you moaned this time. The pace was quickened making you jump, swallowing more of the digits. A third one was shoved in. Drool started dribbling down your chin and your eyes rolled into your head, caught up in pure bliss.

     “Fuck-so hot,” Prosciutto groaned in your ear, grinding into your lower back, barely able to get a full sentence out with this beautiful sight in front of him. Risotto’s rhythm started to falter as he got closer, head dipping into his chest to watch his cock sink in and out of you deliciously. You couldn’t help screaming around the fingers in your mouth, nails digging into the hard muscle of his back. 

     Finally, he came with a sustained, rumbling growl, pulling own and splattering your stomach with his seed. You whined at the emptiness, trying to bring him closer to you, get him to fill you again. The two demons only chuckled, blue one holding you tight against him as he took his fingers out of your mouth. Your emptiness didn’t last long, though. 

     Prosciutto folded you over, sticking your ass in the air and lining himself up, then plunging into you in one quick motion. Quickly, he set up a brutal pace to the point where you swore he would bruise your cervix. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you felt your whole being give in to ecstasy. He grunted above you, smacking your ass every now and then to keep you conscious.

     Eventually, he found his release, pushing himself deep inside you and filling you. The three of you panted, whipped out. Risotto stared wide eyed at the cum dripping out of you, then glanced over to his partner. They shared a look of mutual agreement. You weren’t leaving this circle.

     Warm, black tendrils wrapped around your thighs and legs, pinning you to the ground. Not that you were aware. You were essentially fucked to the point of stupidity. Soothing fingers found their way to either side of your face which traveled to your shoulders, pulling you upright into someone’s chest as another followed suit, curling in around you. Cheeks were littered in kisses as the two, now three partners, feel asleep in lovers’ embraces.

[mariamakeslemons]

A little surprise (Risotto x F!reader)

You made sure that no one was in the apartment before pulling out your newest purchase. After all, if any of your roommates found you doing what you were about to do, you’d die from embarrassment. Poor Pesci would be just as embarrassed while Prosciutto would yell at your for being so ‘un-ladylike’. Fromaggio and Illuso would mock you while Melone would offer his ‘services’ and Ghiaccio would yell at you. And if Risotto saw you... You blush and shake your head. No, this is the first time in a month you’d have time to yourself and the first time you can use that.

You pull out your new squirting dildo from where you hid it in your closet, biting your bottom lip in excitement as you feel yourself get wet at the sight. It’s massive, a towering 33cm that you know will make your lower abdomen bulge, especially when it uses a gallon of faux-cum for multiple creampies.

“Fuck,” you moan softly, licking your lip as you trace you fingers lightly over the veins before tapping the large cockhead. Shyly, you lean forward and kiss the tip, before realizing you haven’t grabbed the gallon. Stumbling back to the closet, you grab the gallon and scurry back to the cock. Carefully, you pour a liter of the cum into the dildo, a little confused at how thick it seems to have become since you got it just yesterday. You ultimately shrug, figuring it settled somewhat, before closing it up and flipping it around. You set the dildo down and strip completely, flushing shyly even with the knowledge that you are completely alone.

“Okay,” you sigh, pressing your thighs together as you plan out what you want to do. You bought the extra pricey, safe-to-consume cum to see if you could even take... his cock and swallow his cum. You wonder if Fromaggio and Prosciutto were telling the truth, that he can release a liter of cum at a time, but even if he can’t, you’re going to see if you can swallow it all. Hesitantly, you kiss and lick the dildo, letting your mind wander as you work to blowing the dildo.

“What a good puttana,” Risotto purrs, his hand running though your hair as you kiss and suckle on his cock. You trail your tongue down to his balls, kissing and whining against his ball, losing a bit of your mind at the musk he’s making. He coaxes you up his cock before gently pushing against the back of your head, ordering, “Now, start sucking.” You eagerly comply, working your way down his cock. You can take barely half his cock in your throat, but you slowly force your way past it, ignoring your gag reflex to please Risotto. He chuckles at your eagerness, leaning back and watching as you willingly choke yourself on his cock.

Abruptly, the dildo squirts in your mouth, breaking your imagination. You struggle to even swallow the first spurt. Pulling away, you squeak as the rest of the liter spurts out over your face and breast. You pull back with a pout, before you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Cum drips down your face enticingly, which you lick a little up when it drips into your mouth. More cum coats your tits enticingly. Your breath hitches and you reach up to your tits, moaning at the feeling of cum being rubbed into your skin. Idly, you wonder if he would like the look you currently have, covered in his cum. Deciding it’s time for the main event, you carefully set up the pump to make sure you get the remaining liters to flow through easily, before teasing your slit.

“Here goooooooooo...,” you cut yourself off with a whorish moan as you push half the dildo into you semi-easily. You pant in arousal, tongue out as your body shivers in glee.

“Is it good?” Risotto coos as he works himself into you. You moan your answer, riding what you can while trying to take more into your tiny body. He hums, before resting his hands on your hips.

You scream in painful pleasure as you suddenly take the whole dildo in one go, cumming hard around the soft plastic as the cockhead presses against your cervix. You shake and pant, whining as you slowly rise before dropping down onto the thick balls, moaning happily as you feel cum flood into your womb.

“Oh, Risotto,” you moan, working up to a fast pace as your hand settles on your lower abdomen to feel how the dildo bulges and the cum sloshes over and over in your womb, “I love you. Use me, please.”

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Risotto growls, fisting his cock while watching your fuck yourself on a dildo a little smaller than his actual cock. He toys with the piercings on his cock with each pass, licking his lips as he watches his cum continue to drip off your face and tits. The camera hidden in your room is positioned perfectly to watch you lose yourself in pleasure, especially when you moan and plead for another load of cum. He blindly grabs another empty gallon and points his cock in just in time to catch more of his cum, grinning maliciously as he kicks the mini-fridge open again.

“Don’t worry, tesoro,” he promises, “You’ll be getting a lot more cum. Enough to give me a baby.”

[joestarwhore]

Idk if you write for him but Yan! Abbacchio with a darling who just kinda takes it and let's things happen? Doesn't put up any sort of fight and just floats through the situation

i LOVE our abba baby 🥺♥️ i can 100% do that for you!! anyone from parts 1-7 is allowed so go crazy!! ♥️

Yandere!Abbachio Headcanons (18+)

(Abbachio/Bruno lives.)

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Abbachios obsession of you started after you joined Bruno’s Team. You were so innocent, yet with a stand that could put up a fight- but you were nothing to anyone when it came to a physical fight.

After Giorno became the Don, Bruno lead the rest of the squad n higher missions, leaving you to be partnered a lot with Abbachio.

Pretty soon you weren’t allowed to go anywhere without him, and soon went from having separate beds to sharing one. You found Abbachio’s presence comforting against your smaller body, a protective arm safely wrapped around you and under you.

Abbachio soon bought a plot of land to build a house on, and once it was done you didn’t leave much. Abbachio simply preferred you to stay home where he could keep an eye on you, & you didn’t complain one bit. Your life went from Assassins for Passioné, to being a perfect little fiancé to Abbachio.

& he loved you so so much for it.

Abbachio made sure to show you his love in every way. Feeding you, holding you, rubbing your back, so many things for you to feel loved from. He made you feel good every night, brought you home sweets & foods you loved, and you always made sure to tell him thank you & give him a kiss in return.

You were in love. Safe. Happy.

Abbachios perfect little girl. His one and only. ♥️

[moody-blues-requiem]

Please could I request headcanons for La Squadra enjoying g their partner biting and marking their neck? Who maintains an apparent cool appearance while trying not to blush? Thank you!

Overall they all like it, but some more than others! I ranked them from enjoying neck bites the most to the least. 

Enjoys it the most

Risotto: so like, we all know this guy told people he was a vampire in middle school. It’s true and it needs to be said. So while Risotto looks back and cringes at that now, Risotto still gets rock fucking solid for neck bites and he blames the vampire fascination. It just feels so good to have someone you trust tugging on such sensitive nerves, the warm wetness of their mouth on his skin, and if they break the skin and lap up a little blood then that’s really just the cherry on top. He LOVES doing the same to his s/o, but likes being bitten even more. Bonus points if you have sharp teeth and moan about how good he tastes, that makes him WEAK. 

Ghiaccio: once you get his icy walls to come down, Ghiaccio is by far the biggest sub in La Squadra. He’s a brat about it, but god, he loves when someone else wrestles control from him and then has their way with him. Neck biting is an especially big turn-on, any kind of biting really, but something about how sensitive the neck is, with its important anatomy and all that, really lights a fire under Ghiaccio. He’s loud every time you give his neck attention, hips thrusting up wildly looking for friction, a real mess as your teeth tug and scrape on his soft skin. 

Melone: is a slut for any and all types of pain. He wants you to bite him hard, all over, but his neck is ESPECIALLY good for biting. Tug his hair to tilt his head back and go to town. His collarbones are also prime hickey real estate, and he makes the cutest noises while you suck bruises into his skin there. But be careful, because anything you do to him will probably come right back at you when it’s his turn to top. 

Gelato: chaotic sub, and like Melone, loves all kinds of pain. The main reasons I put Gelato below Melone on this list are 1) Gelato won’t let just anyone hurt him, it has to be Sorbet and/or a third partner (you), and 2) he tends to like stuff more extreme than just neck biting. Make him bleed, slap him around, choke him until his vision fades and then bite that curve where his neck meets his shoulders to bring him back. 

Formaggio: loves when you give him attention in any form. So long as you’re not actually hurting him, he’ll take anything from you with a smirk and a squeeze of your ass. Prefers having your mouth sucking him off rather than marking hickeys on his neck, but if that’s what you want to do? “Bring it on, baby~”

Sorbet: chaotic dom. If you bite him you will be punished, and Sorbet doesn’t fuck around with his punishments. That’s not to say he doesn’t like being bitten, it feels good and he loves having bratty little toys to play with, but you’re much less likely to be edged raw if you bite Gelato instead. 

Prosciutto: acts like such a diva about it! How dare you leave marks on his perfectly-moisturized skin in such a visible area! You’ll be bent over his knee all night if any of his teammates notice what you’ve done. In all honesty he enjoys you biting and leaving hickeys on him, but gets so caught up in his own appearance that he hates when they’re in a visible spot. Stick to his thighs. 

Illuso: is really picky about the attention he gets. He’s a total brat in the bedroom and likes to be the one in control, and like Ghiaccio, he likes when you can wrestle control away from him. He doesn’t mind bites, neck bites and hickeys included, but he prefers getting spanked and having his hair pulled when it comes to pain in the bedroom. He doesn’t like having marks in such a visible location, lest his teammates find out he has human needs and desires and all that. 

Pesci: is pretty self-conscious about his neck, so getting positive attention there almost makes him nauseous the first time you do it. It’s just… unexpected, for him, different and new. You’ll have to go slow and start with light kisses and compliments, and eventually he learns to love when you get a little rough with him, but his neck is still a figurative soft spot for him. Don’t overdo it. 

Enjoys it the least

[brain-amoeba]

hi may i request a matchup pls ☺️💛 im a heterosexual girl, im 5’0 & im super shy around people but i care deeply for my close friends and love to take care of people. i am very bubbly and goofy once i open up to people im a huge introvert lol, also i love to watch rom-coms, do makeup, and i love gardening to! im very girly and super interested in fashion :3 (thank you!!! i wasn’t sure if these were open or not eee💕💕)

hi darling!! you sound so similar to me honestly hit my dms sometime i love to make friends 😌

drumroll please....i match you with: risotto nero! (n/s/f/w)

i wouldn’t say risotto is shy by any means, he’s simply a very quiet and to-himself man. since he has such a domineering, intimidating presence i feel like it perfectly matches your initial shyness. he will def protect you no matter what!!! not to mention the height and size diff, OOF🥰(size kink?? size kink👀 but i’ll get into that laterrrrr) risotto would be so taken aback by your soft and loving nature and just the general difference in aesthetic and personality to his own, how couldnt he resist you? you bring a softness to his edge that he had no idea he was missing all this time. he would most definitely indulge you in your hobbies, showing up with a new flower for you to pot, countless fashion magazines, and sweet gifts like bouquets, chocolates, and stuffies. although he wouldn’t show it on his exterior, he misses you lots and he needs you. he shows this by being especially touchy and hot and heavy with you. with that, let’s dive into some smut shall we?

riz definitely gets off to the size difference between you two. you being so much smaller than him, meaning he can do pretty much whatever he wants (with your consent of course!) to you?? instant hard on. he loves the way his large hand leaves an entire cheek red and bruised, and def enjoys a dom-sub dynamic and is willing to indulge you in whatever kind of dom-sub roleplay or fantasy you so desire. he definitely loves to see the way you come undone under his touch and loves to tease you and get you going while doing mundane things. just the sound of your voice and moans is enough to get him hard. say you’re cooking something for la squadra and while you’re totally clueless at the stove, risotto presses into your backside and pretends to “help you cook”—dinner will be a little late tonight ;) he’s a bit of an exhibitionist in this way, getting a thrill of excitement up his spine knowing any of his subordinates could walk in on him pounding you at any moment. the thought of marking you as his and claiming you is a big turn on, and he is def very possessive. excpect a hard fucking the days he catches melone or formaggio undressing you with their eyes too

[lausterholes]

Risotto & Anon

Bad girl needs a lesson

NOT SFW

[icollectyoursins]

Risotto x Fem!reader (Not SFW)

You’ve been teasing Risotto all day and he is sick of it.

We’re starting this blog with a BANG, bitch.

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WARNINGS: Spanking, Biting, Marking, Vibrator on Max, Choking, Teasing (like, a lot), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, nice soothing baths afterwards, cute and cuddle morning Risotto is best Risotto.

Word Count: 2425

Will leave you too sore to walk the next day.

He's 6'8, built like a brick shit house and has the goods to match. Probably 9 1/2 inches, 8 minimum and thicc (just under 2 inches in diameter). Well trimmed, but not groomed. 

Tease him. Go on. I dare you.

This man is the brat-taming king and he WILL tame you.

Risotto corners you in the bathroom when you're about to get in the shower, running his hands all over you, soft and gentle. He lures you into a false sense of security. You feel his lips on your neck turn to a smile. He looks up at you in the mirror one last time, then bites where your neck meets your shoulder as hard as he can.

His arms wrap around you. You're pinned. A high moan escapes your lips as he sucks red into your skin. He waits until he's sure this mark will last before moving to another. He's going to make sure you have a pretty purple collar after tonight.

You whine and moan, squeezing your thighs together to get some sort of friction, some sort of release as his lips and teeth assault your neck. When he notices, he bites down extra hard on your neck, then bends you over the vanity and smacks your ass hard enough for tears to touch the corners of your eyes.

Risotto spreads your legs open so they can't touch and wails his hand down on your cheek once again. He doesn't say it, but the strong hand in the middle of your back tells you not to move. You moan and whimper when you feel his finger float against your now slick folds, then pulls away, not giving you the satisfaction of his touch yet.

"You've been teasing me, (Y/N). You should know better. Haven’t I been kind to you?" He waits for a retort or an answer and slaps you behind when he doesn't get one. You moan and nod your head. "Use your words." He growls in your ear.

"You're right, I should know better."

"And have I been cruel to you?" He squeezes your ass as a threat to make sure you reply.

"No, you've been good, so good to me."

"Then why did you do it? Did you want to show off? Show my squad what they're missing? Did you think you’d get away with not letting me touch you all day? No one gets away with misbehaving; not while I'm here. Now, be a good girl and get on your knees" the last two sentences are whispered in your ear, low and threatening.

He's gonna fuck your throat, right? Right?

He doesn't, actually. He has a better idea, one that won't threaten to make him cum. He spreads your legs a little further and you can feel the cold bathroom floor seeping through you.

"Stay."

See, a few weeks ago, when you were scrolling through your phone, he managed to look over your shoulder. You were looking at vibrators and other stimulating things like that. And yes he did, in fact, see you put that one with the remote into your cart. He'd waited until it came the next week and then hid it in his drawer. When you'd ask if anything came, he'd say no then ask you what you had bought. You'd always said it was just some clothes. Just some clothes. You should know better than to lie to the leader of La Squadra, cara. Risotto always knows.

You hear him unbox something from the other room, unaware of what he has in store. He comes back with a chair and something in his other hand you couldn't quite see.

Risotto sits down, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. He motions for you to stand up. His eyes seem to swallow you as he stares, admiring your lovely form. Then, come here. You carefully walk towards him, wary of what he's hiding.

"Close your eyes." You go to ask what's about to happen, he stops you. "Close them." You can feel your knees shake as you wait for him to touch you. The sound of tape ripping then being placed on something fills your ears. "Safeword?"

"Red."

"Keep going?"

"Green."

"And slow down?"

"Blue." You two had almost picked yellow to match the theme, but it didn't seem to roll off the tongue.

"Good, you'll tell me when I go too far, right?" The concern in his voice sounded genuine.

"Of course," you reply with a smile.

"Let's get started." He tapes the small, yet powerful, vibrator to your clit then orders you to get on your knees again and you wonder where he got the tiny contraption.

He pushes your legs apart with his feet to get you where he wants you. He doesn't move them. As much as he would love to use something else to keep your legs open, spreaders are a little out of his price range and he's never had the time to make one, so he has to improvise.

Risotto curls his hand around your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. He slowly moves it in your mouth, relishing the way you swallow it greedily. He pushes down onto your tongue, holding your mouth open. You whine at the loss of something to suck on.

He's about to press the first button when he thinks of something more sinister. He braces his legs and pushes the last one; the highest it can go. Your whole body jerks up and forward, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. His feet keep you as spread as possible. He watches in sick pleasure as you writhe and twitch. Your hands latch onto his legs for some kind of leverage and he stops the vibrator, chuckling as you moan.

"Too much?" You can't talk with his grip on your chin, so you just nod. He laughs again, low and deep. "Good. Hands off." You open your eyes to plead with him. "You tease me all day, not letting me lay a single finger on you, and now you want mercy? Tch. That won't do."

Risotto’s eyes go dark as he stares down at you. "Hands off." Regretfully, you obey. He pushes the button again and the process repeats. He stops when he needs an answer from you or when you're about to cum. Relishing in the way your moans get higher and louder. When he thinks you've had enough, he turns it down to the power setting, one you can barely feel, and speaks.

"Poor thing. Look at what a mess you've made and you haven't even cum yet. Tch. So desperate. Do you want it? Do you want me?" He lets go of your tongue and leans into your face. "Do you want my cock?"

You nod frantically, leaning forward to brush your lips against his. "Please." He's weak. You learn so quickly. He kisses your lips and removes the vibrator. He gets up and stows the chair in the corner, then takes off his clothes. You've always loved watching him get undressed. You love admiring all his toned muscles clench as you run your hands over them, or the way he relaxes into the bed. You love all his scars and bruises. You'd kiss every single one if he didn't tell you to stay. Or did he, you can't remember.

He comes back to you, completely naked now. He's fully erect. It looks painful. Maybe you should help him. You reach to run your tongue along him when he pulls away.

"Almost forgot something."

You sigh loudly, frustrated and he turns to you again. “Don’t be like that. Unless you want that thing on you again.”

“Now, why would you do that, when I’ve been so good?” He narrows his eyes, then walks towards you, grabs your neck and pulls you to your feet.

“Say that again,” Risotto squeezes his hand on your windpipe. He waits for an answer. “I didn’t think so. Now, turn around.” He lets go of you and watches you carefully turn around, then pins you to the vanity with your arms behind your back.

“I was going to grab the lube and stretch you out properly, but I don’t think you deserve that. I don’t think you deserve this,” he rubs his tip in between your folds. “Shame, you were doing so well, too.”

You were about to call him an asshole but held your tongue. You just wanted to cum so you could think straight and come up with an actual insult. He, of course, wouldn’t let you until he wanted to and even then, it was a toss-up.

The temptation to bend you over and fuck you until you couldn’t walk was great, but Risotto’s resolve was greater. He pulled his dick away, replacing it with his fingers. A long moan slipped through your lips as he rubbed up and down your slick.

He latches onto your tender neck again, covering up any skin that’s poking through the red, biting down whenever you move too much for his liking. His eyes flick up to the mirror to watch your reaction as he slips the first finger in, memorizing the way your eyes flutter back into your head and your mouth goes slack with something finally in you. God, if only you had been good. He would have done anything you asked, but you just had to open your mouth.

One finger grows to two, then three. Your neck is sufficiently red and purple now. He can’t take it anymore.

“Don’t move,” he lets go of your arms and lifts your hips up, aligns himself quickly, then finally gives you what you want.

You both groan when his tip slips through and again as he slowly inches himself in. And then again and again. God, he was heaven. Your toes barely touching the ground added to the thrill.

"Fuck, you ~aah~ feel so ~mmm~ good." Each word is emphasized with a deeper thrust into you. All you can do is mewl. He picks you up and then pins you to the ground, positioning your ass in the air while he hovers over you. "Is this what you wanted, puttana?" He picks up his pace, the tip of his cock hitting what you can only assume is your cervix. "You ~fuck~ wanted to be bent over and reminded where you belong? You wanted your cunt to be filled up with my cock? ~Ah~ troietta sporcacciona. Of course, you wanted to be filled up by your Capo." He slaps your ass, then gropes it.

It doesn't take long for you to come undone once he starts slapping your ass and degrading you. He drags it out by rubbing on your clit, making you twitch and scream.

"Cum already? We're not even done yet." He lifts you up onto his lap and forces you to bounce on his dick until he's close, then he pulls out, jerking himself until he cums on your thighs and floor. You whimper at the loss, wanting to feel your capo fill you to the brim with his release.

"Sorry, dolcezza. Did you want that? Did you want me to cum in your sweet little pussy?" You lean against him and nod your head frantically. He chuckles darkly into your ear. “Oh, mia amata, we're only getting started on your punishment. Now, can you walk or do I need to carry you?"

The next morning:

Risotto wakes up with a strange weight on his chest and a light snoring in his ear. You must have passed out on him and then him not long after. Poor thing, you must be exhausted.

He rubs your back gently, smiling when you sigh and curl into his neck more.

You finally wake up a few minutes later, immediately feeling the consequences of everything you did last night. He laughs when you groan, rolling onto your side delicately and then follow suit, rolling so he faced you.

“Buongiorno, mia bellissima,” he brushes your hair back, admiring the marks on your neck. “You look good with all of these, maybe I should get you a real collar.” You roll your eyes and groan. “Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

He ignores your groans and gently lifts you out of the bed and into the bathroom, setting you on your feet near the shower. Risotto makes sure you’re able to stand before going to turn the tap on.

When he comes back, he holds you close, freckling your face with kisses as the two of you wait for the bath to fill up. He asks if you need water, or if you wanted bubbles in the bath.

You reach to touch his face when your shoulders and biceps scream. You wince and put your arm down. He smiles and kisses your forehead. Then your temple. Then your cheek, lips, neck (of course being gentle against the deep purple marks he left) until he's kneeling, head resting against your stomach. Your heart flutters a bit and you run your hand through his tangled hair.

Risotto sighs, leaning into your touch and rubbing circles on your hips. he could stay like this forever; stay with you forever.

He looks up at you, smiling, then gets on his feet again, pressing more kisses into your cheeks and forehead. Yeah, he could get used to this.

Afterwards, he lifts you up and into the bath carefully. He massages out any soreness you have, gets you water and anything else you ask for. Uses a soothing cream on your ass as well as anywhere else he thinks he may have gone overboard.

He cuddles you for the entire day and the day after that if his schedule permits it, if not, he tells you to stay home, rest, get your energy back.

Risotto will tell the rest of La Squadra that you had a rough uh... mission, yeah. Yeah, a rough mission and that you’ll probably need some help with getting food and such to which they all agree because these walls are NOT soundproof and they feel bad.

As much as he would love for the rest of La Squadra to see how much you belong to him (ie. the bruise collar on your neck) he knows that he’d never hear the end of it from Melone and Formaggio, so he tells you to wear a turtle neck or scarf if you’re planning on moving from the bed.

Translations:

puttana = slut

troietta sporcacciona = my little slut

Oh, mia amata = Oh, my love

dolcezza = sweetheart

Buongiorno, mia bellissima = Good morning, my beautiful. 

All translations are from here, sorry if it’s a little off. Obviously, I do not speak Italian despite how much I thirst for Italian men.

[mariamakeslemons]

Under the Sea (Yandere!Merman!Risotto x Mermaid!Reader)

Before anyone comes at me about goldfish being in the ocean, I just wanted to have a huge size difference with a pretty fish that has flowing fins. Not many fish that I know live in the ocean meet both criteria. I’m sure there are other fish, but...

Warning: Breeding, mention of violence/death, size kink, hemipenis/double penetration in one hole

Swimming as fast as you can, you look for some form of shelter. All of the dens nearby are either occupied with mating couples or individuals who can’t mate anymore. Swallowing nervously, you take off again after a quick glance. You can’t let him catch you, you can’t. After all, he killed your chosen mate easily, he’s a predator to your prey.

“Come back here, goldfish,” the Great White merman growls, his black-red eyes staring at you when you glance over your shoulder. Squeaking, you swim faster, slipping between small crevices that your Goldfish size allows you to swim through. The merman snarls, clawing at the reef with strong talons while baring his rows of sharp teeth.

“Little goldfish,” he growls, his white hair floating around his face as he stares at you from between the crevice, “Come out to me.”

“No!” you shriek, continuing to swim until you get to the other side, shooting out into the open water with another burst of speed. You hear a furious roar at a distance, before a powerful tail swings through the water.

“MINE!!” the merman roars when he bowls into you, his tanned arms wrapping around your waist has his hands find your bare breast. You squirm in fear, trying to escape this merman who has blood on his hands, only to freeze when he growls against your throat, his sharp teeth brushing the delicate skin there.

“My pretty mate,” he rumbles, dragging you away from the open water, “You know all the good harvesting spots, and you take good care of the guppies. You’re going to be a perfect mother to our pups. A perfect mate for me.”

“N-no,” you weakly protest, your tail trying to drag as much as possible. The merman huffs and easily pulls you into a den. The dark colors and dim lighting make it hard to see, but the new chains make a shiver run up your spine. This is a merman with no fear, stealing the chains from a human ship or sinking the ship himself.

“Be good for me,” he orders, pushing you against the wall and clamping the chains on your wrists. Once he’s certain that you are securely fastened to the wall, he releases your hands and swims back. If you hadn’t seen him rip poor Torrone in half, you would have found the merman attractive with his strong muscles and handsome coloring, richly tanned skin with a dark grey and white tail makes his white hair and black-red eyes all the more striking. But then, you shake away your mating instincts to remember how the other goldfish had been shredded by this merman.

“You’re so much more beautiful up close,” he mumbles, his hands trailing across your breast and stomach, lightly tracing his nail along the meeting of your hips and tail. You squirm under his hands, feeling your womb start to inflate with eggs at the presence of a potential mate. He takes notice, as his hand finds your lower abdomen and massages the area. He purrs, “I’ll treat you like a queen, goldfish. You’ll never have to rifle through the human trash for food. You’ll never have to hunt for yourself. Just stay with me, have my pups, and be mine.”

“I... I don’t know you,” you manage to choke out. The merman hums, dipping his head to nip and kiss at your shoulder.

“Risotto Nero, your life mate,” he introduces himself, his fingers trailing over your slowly opening slit. You shudder, unable to resist bucking into his fingers as your heat starts to take over. He rumbles happily at your actions, pulling back and letting you see his huge cocks push out from his sheath.

“Oh,” you gasp, wiggling again. Although, you don’t know if you want to escape or if you want to fuck, your mind hazy from the heat of mating season.

“Good girl,” he purrs again, lining his cocks up with your slit before thrusting in. You scream in pain, breached for the first time by a huge predator. Risotto growls happily, beginning to fuck into you eagerly, especially as his cock bulges your stomach with each thrust.

“You’re so small, but you take me so well,” he moans as you continue to cry and whine in pain, “I knew you’d be perfect for me. Now, take my seed.” Just as quickly as he started, Risotto cums in you, fertilizing some of your eggs. You sob, glad that he’s finished, only to scream as he starts thrusting again.

“Wh-why?! You just finished!” you wail, as a spark of pleasure occasionally appears with every other thrust.

“I need to fertilize all your eggs,” Risotto growls, “I need to make sure you are bred.” Another flood of cum fills you as your pleasure slowly builds. Sobbing, you pray that he finishes soon, wishing to flee, even as your body eagerly gives in to his fucking.

[joestarwhore]

Risotto Nero - A Price to Pay

{Being the only girl in the Bucci Gang has its perks. Your familia loved you, & were fiercely protective- but what’re they supposed to do when another Capo decides to have you to himself? He’s gotta have you.}

{one way or another.}

_____________________________________

“Bucciarati were almost to Napoli, should I head straight for the city or the safe house?”

Fugo’s sharp voice woke you from your nap. You & the team have been traveling for days tracking three stand users who’ve been smuggling contraband out of Passioné’s grasp. So far, the trail has led to Napoli- and to make it worse, no one knows what they look like. But luckily, you had the name of the man in charge of the operation.

“Go to the safe house. They’re not going to move anything in broad daylight, & we haven’t been able to stop for an actual break.” Bruno circled the location on Fugo’s map. “We can spare a few hours.”

You looked to your right to see Mista asleep against the window, drool slowly coming out of his mouth. You would’ve laughed if you had any right to, with the glimpse of yourself you caught in the rear view you were surprised no one woke you up with a camera flash.

You stretched your neck side to side, your movements slowly bringing your body back to life. You could hear Giorno, Abbachio, and Narancia gently start stirring to life as Bruno continued to talk about the location, not being able to keep in their loud ass yawns. Well, honestly, that was only Narancia’s problem.

Bruno swiveled the seat to face the back, his perfect black bob not moving an inch while he does it. “Now that we’re in Napoli, it’s time to be debriefed about our current situation. Would one of you please wake Mista?”

Abbachio wasted no time to slap Mista in the back of the head, causing Mista to lurch forward with a yelp. His hand immediately went to the back of his head as he whipped around towards Abbachio. “What the hell, you dumbass!! What was that for??”

“For debriefing you idiot, pay attention.”

You giggled, resulting in a hearty “Shut up!” from Mista. After Bruno’s scolding, he started to explain the facts.

“The intelligence we received stated that the man controlling the contraband operation is a Capo. His name is Risotto Nero, the leader of La Squandra. He’s been known to defy the Familia before, so it’d make sense that he would be the one running this show.”

Bruno’s face slowly grimmed as he continued, pausing after he spoke. “While he is a traitor to the Familia, he is also one of the most powerful Capo’s in the organization. Not just because of his title, but because of his stand.”

The tension grew substantially.

“What’s his stand, Boss? Does anyone have an idea?” Narancias question rung in the air like a bell.

“No. Because no ones lived to tell about it.”

The chill that ran down your spine was unnerving. No one knows what his stand is?? No one has even the slightest idea?? How can that be?

“Boss, how’re we supposed to find this cazzo when all we have to go on is a name?” you ask, “How’re we supposed to defend ourselves against a stand that no one has ever beat?”

“By keeping your stand close. Giorno’s Golden Wind can sense life, and Narancia can track anything that breathes. Abbachio’s Moody Jazz could very well be our ace in the hole, if we can simply find where he’s been- but that’s hard to do when you’re following a ghost.”

God, that wasn’t reassuring.

Soon, Fugo’s road rage landed you at the safe house, a 3 story cabin in the middle of the woods. Mista’s excitement blossomed as soon as he saw the giant flatscreen through the window, everyone else’s did when they finally got to leave the stuffy ass van.

Abbachio helped you out of the car, letting you hang on to his arm until you’ve cracked all the bones you needed to feel relief. “Thank you Abba, I’ve been needing to do that for a while now!”

Abbachio threw you a smirk. “Yeah yeah don’t get gross on me.” He could throw up any facade he wants- you see right through his badass tough guy wall. You gave him a grin back, & grabbed your duffel bag out from under your seat. You looked back to see that the other boys had already made it inside, Bruno & Giorno already setting up the radio & laptops to start working.

Bruno def wasn’t playing around when he was looking for a place to buy. This was the nicest cabin you had ever seen, pure dark wood walls with marble flooring, a grand staircase with a BEAUTIFUL bay window?? Capo DEFINITELY had perks.

***************

[3:33 AM]

You bolted awake as thunder and lightning surrounded your bedroom. Your mind frantic as the open curtains revealed howling winds and light flashing through the skies.

You took some deep breaths and calmed yourself down. It’s only a storm, nothing to- why was your door open?

Adrenaline started to churn in your stomach as you swung your legs over your bed. You stepped carefully towards the hallway, peeking down to see that everyone else’s doors were open too. You tip toed down, peering into Bruno & Abbachio’s rooms, seeing them both empty; and upon further inspection, so were Giorno’s and Mista’s. Narancia and Fugo’s following suit.

Where the fuck is everyone, and why are you not with them?

You back tracked down the hall, your legs shaking as you slowly walked down the stairs.

Were you being attacked?

The lightning lit your path down the stairs as you kept your eyes peeled for anything out of place. As you came down to the first platform, the stench of blood overwhelmed your senses, making your eyes grown wide and your hand go over your mouth and nose. This cannot be real, why is blood in the air??

“You know when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel among the saints & sinners of Napoli.”

Your hand gripped the banister as you stood in defense, looking everywhere for the source of the deep voice. Who was that?? Where the fuck is your team??

“& Then I saw Ghiaccio getting in a fight with another Mafioso. I thought it was just one of Bucciaratis boys, but oh was i so close yet so wrong.”

You slowly made your way down stairs, “I guess your a big fan of mine then, quite a shame I can’t see where you are for such occasion.”

A deep chuckle resonated through the estate. “Our life together will be wonderful, I am very sure.”

“The fuck are you-“

Your stomach dropped.

The blood. The gashes. The gore.

All of the boys were hanging by their hands, bloody chains protruding from their wrists and connecting them to the ceiling. Blood oozed from Fugos mouth, while Narancias unconscious form clearly had a broken nose and extreme loss of blood. They all were simply.. hanging by a thread.

“Jesus fucking Christ.. you’re fuc-fucking kidding..”

Invisible hands hold onto your sides as your body freezes in shock, the pressure and heat of them telling you they were quite large. Your heart beater out of your chest as you felt a muscular set of abs press against your back, those hands weaving over your chest to hold down your arms.

“Do you see, Amore? Do you see how powerful I am compared to them?” Your eyes tore away from the bloodied boys, closing them as tightly as you could. “When I saw how powerful you were and how you carried yourself, I knew we were soul mates. I had to have you. I had to have your body, your mind,” His hand rubbed gently against your clothes crotch, shooting heated adrenaline to your core, “& your pretty little cunt just full of my kids.”

Your cheeks turned violently red as you staggered to breathe. “Who..are you..”

Lips pressed against your temple as a deep chuckle vibrated your body. “Darling, I’m the whole reason you’re out here.”

Your heart froze.

“Risotto?? It’s you?!”

Suddenly two black clothed muscular arms appeared around you, one of them tilting your chin back to reveal two black and red eyes staring straight at you. “Surprised, Cara?”

You started to panic, the danger of your situation settling in. Bruno, Giorno, all of the boys, were out of action. There was no help for you, and you couldn’t summon your stand like this. Was this simply the end? Was he just saving you for last for his sick fantasy??

“Please.. what do you even want from me??”

Risotto put your hands behind your back and tied them together. “What I’ve wanted since I saw you; a life. With just you & me.” He placed you on a chair, kneeling before you with his hands tracing you and your skin. Your breath hitched as he ran over certain spots, his eyes growing darker and darker the more you react. You had to do something, you couldn’t let your family be killed over someone’s obsession over you.

“I’m going with you whether I like it or not, right?”

Risotto chuckled a humorless laugh. “A smart one! Oh i like that, I like that. Maybe our kids will get that trait.”

Dread sunk in your stomach. There’s no escape, is there?

“If I go with you, willingly with no struggle- will you allow me to use my stand on them so they atleast don’t die of their injuries?”

Risotto stared at you, looking for any sign of betrayal, but he wasn’t gonna find anything. You knew there wasn’t a way out, and you knew you didn’t stand a chance in hell against him. Atleast if you can save the boys, there wouldn’t be any death.

“Fine. But one slip up, Amore, and I’ll make your condition worse than theirs.”

Risotto unbinded your arms, helping you stand up and get your balance again. You walked towards the boys until you were a few meters away from them. You could sense their shallow breathing from your powers, you knew if you were gonna do this you had to act fast.

“Iron Maiden.”

A steam punk victorian girl emerged behind you, wielding a glowing white scythe, its jet black hair flowing behind her.

“Scythes Blessing.”

Iron Maiden hovered to the front of you, your scythe glowing bright white as it swung a mass of energy towards them all. Their wounds mended together, the blood returning to their bodies. After the act was done, the boys passed out on the floor, surely to wake up in a few hours.

“Now, we start our life, my sweet angel.”

Tears silently went down your cheeks as you turned to the beautiful, evil man. His eyes showed a softness towards you as he extended his giant hand. Your dainty one took his, holding it as he led you to the door.

“Where are you taking me?”

Risotto swung open the huge doors to reveal the storm still actively raging, his matte black sports car in the circle drive. “Home, cara. Our home.”

You hurried to get in his front seat, Risotto closing your door and going to the drivers door. He got in, revving the car to life and pulled the car out of the drive way. Risotto placed his hand on your thigh as he took you away from the estate. Your heart hurt for your boys, but this was for the best, right? Atleast this way they’re safe. They’re safe.

“Say your goodbyes Cara. Your life starts over with me.”

“Only me.”