#risotto nero n/sfw

[starry-snippets]

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

[jellyluchi]

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A/N: You’ve got mail! I had soo much fun exploring Risotto in this piece for @reclusiverisottonero ! It was a delight to write him like this! 🥺

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Pairing: Risotto x Reader Word Count: 3k Genre: angst + nsfw Content warnings: Mommy kink, nipple play, nipple sucking, cuddle fucking, gentle dom reader, mentions of near death experience, submissive risotto, usage of petnames Summary: A near death accident during a drive with you leaves Risotto feeling guilty and worried, giving him terrible nightmares and making him wake in the middle of the night. Lucky for him, you're there to comfort with your words and your body.

In hindsight you should have listened to your gut feelings and stayed home instead of driving around with your husband. You remember the spark in your fingers as you held his hands between the driver’s and passenger seats, completely enamored with one another. Risotto, usually sleeping much later than he should, finally allowed himself to rest past his alarm clock. However, both of you were too tired to cook at home, igniting an impromptu adventure outside. 

The drive was romantic, mesmerizing, and rejuvenating alike. You still couldn’t forget the expression on his face when you were at the peak of the mountain top together, the creases of his wrinkles relaxing at last, at peace. If you could, you’d permanently etch the vision of his tranquility to your mind. 

Yet it’s so tragic the way good things fall apart, you remember noting the rain clouds on your way home. 

“I hope it doesn’t rain too much,” you fussed. “Wouldn’t want to get caught in a slide when we’re going down.” You looked at the forming clouds with uncertainty before a hand on your waist, a reassuring touch, brought you back to reality. 

For once, Risotto seemed to be in high spirits. With his stressful job, it’s nigh impossible to see him a mood so upbeat. 

“Don’t you worry, tesoro mio. If anyone is careful with driving, you know it’s me.” There was a melancholic lilt to his voice that didn’t get past you. But you decided it wasn’t not the right moment to discuss a heavy subject, especially with your husband so happy. Before you knew it, both of you were heading back home, rain starting to fall soon after as you’d gotten into the car. 

“This is pretty bad, do you think we will make it?” You could hardly see past the car’s headlights, rain impairing almost all of the visibility at night. The sun went down before you got home, adding to your worries. Risotto’s hand made it to your thigh, greedily feeling up the thick softness as he spoke to you. 

“Not much further… and maybe I could get a reward for braving the rain tonight?” His deep voice rumbled with a hum, steely eyes flickering to yours with a naughty suggestion dancing beyond them. The silver of his chain, a small locket pendant from you, shined with the street lamp light. Risotto is not one to express himself too explicitly, yet within the privacy of your shared car, he says more through the smirk playing on his lips than his words. You remembered the little earrings that dangle on your ears at that moment, tiny silver scissors to match his chain, a wordless devotion to one another and your shared dynamic in the bedroom. 

Heat radiated through his fingers on your thigh as he squeezed, inching closer to your core as you held eye contact. But what came after is something you’d never forget.

“Risotto watch out!” You screamed, sensing something right in front of the car from your peripheral. The momentary distraction from letting his guard down proved to be costly. “Cazzo,” he cursed under his breath before your car plunged to the side with such force you hoped it would not trip. Luckily, Risotto missed the ‘thing’, a car coming from the passenger’s side, and safely halts on the road side, heaving. 

Because of the sudden breaks, you were pushed forward in your seats, the seatbelts coming in clutch at the right moment. But Risotto almost hit the steering wheel, worrying you. Before you could even check your own safety, your reflexes told you to ascertain the safety of your husband. 

“Risotto!?” You nearly tore off your seatbelt, breathing heavily from the adrenaline coursing through your body. Head down on the steering wheel, Risotto steeled himself, looking at you slowly. Despite appearing to be unharmed and unshaken from the encounter, looking at his dark, rouged eyes you can tell something pierced him right down to his core; the fear in his eyes so palpable you couldn't help but worry. 

The silence was heavy as you place a comforting hand on his shoulder, knowing he would become even more reclusive than he’s used to whenever faced with unpleasant feelings. Noticing his hand shaking, your heart squeezed at the sight of a man once standing so strong now discombobulated. It disheartened you knowing his experience and how he must be blaming himself terribly. 

“Baby,” you coed at him hoping it would sooth his soul, “shall I drive the rest of the way?” 

Risotto noded, his eyes appearing distant and you heard him gulp before he was able to speak. “Yes. That would be best.” He didn’t  say anything further before hurrying out of the driver’s seat. 

You noticed how he didn’t care to be drenched by the cold rain as he stood by your car door, waiting for you to open. Covering your head with a hand, you left your seat, making sure Risotto got into the car before going around the back. Something told you had you not ushered him inside he would have been content to be drenched, not even covering his open chest, his hat doing poorly at keeping his hair dry. 

Sensing your husband’s nerves, you restarted the car, hoping to get home before his condition worsened. You see his hands shaking on his lap, wanting to comfort him with touches, take him into your arms. But any attempt at looking at him was met with a hard half glare. 

“Eyes on the road,” he said. You understood his paranoia if not for the tone of his voice becoming shaky.

Even if you couldn’t look at him, you could still speak. “Are you alright? Risotto please, I just want to-” 

“I’m fine,” his voice was affirmative yet his body language said something completely different. “Just… just drive safe.” 

Trying your best, you drove the car as smoothly as possible, gently stopping in your parking spot. You didn’t blame Risotto for nearly jumping out of his seat as his long legs took him into your home without so much as a word. Sighing, you followed him, walking briskly to avoid getting wet. 

“Honey, you’re drenched,” you called out to him.

He turned to you, almost in a silent plea for help from the way his eyebrows pushed into his face. 

“I’m going to take a bath and head to bed. I’ll dry off after. You don’t have to wait up.” 

His words were dismissive and you didn’t want him to isolate himself. Yet you knew he needed the space. Nodding, you want to change before keeping yourself busy with chores and tending to your pets. The comforting warmth of your cat could not be a replacement for your husband’s large, burly body but it kept you distracted before finally falling asleep. 

The storm thundered through the night and your partner must have crawled into bed on his side while you were asleep. A flash of lightning and its thunderous sound woke you up, bringing you to this moment as you watch Risotto struggle in his sleep. 

It saddens you to see him sleep so far from your body when you’re used to being cocooned in his chest. But there are worse matters to attend to as you notice the sweat pooling on Risotto’s brows and the way he tosses and turns. Even the thunder doesn’t interrupt his unrestful slumber. 

“No!” He sleep talks, you hear his cousin’s name falling from his lips and you’re struck with a painful realization. Risotto’s nightmares are back and you can guess why. He sounds desperate, an arm coming up to clutch at the air before falling back, his mumbles near incoherent. 

“Risotto, baby wake up,” Your voice is gentle, cupping hands at his shoulders to slowly shake him awake. It hurts you too much to see him this way. “You’re just having a nightmare.” 

Suddenly, you hear your name on his lips, a pleading and sad tone taking over his voice as though he’d been crying within his nasty dreams. Caressing his hair and face, you pat him awake lightly, his muscles relaxing at last before he gives a gasp and labors his breaths. 

Nearly sitting up, Risotto looks almost as drenched as he was in the rain, looking at you with unfocused eyes. He speaks your name softly, heaving a relieved sigh before falling into bed. Not being able to take it anymore, you pull him into your pillowy chest, allowing him to rest on your body as he reluctantly clutches at you. 

“I know you’re not okay, baby. Just please let me help you.” Risotto’s dark eyes plead at you, even if his arms hesitate. “It’s okay, Ris, just relax, breathe with me.” Slowly, as your husband complies, an arm around your large tummy as his breathing syncs with yours, his hand roaming down to give your ass a greedy squeeze. 

With Risotto cradled atop your cushioned breasts, you hum a little song for him, distracting him from the hellish dreamscape. Swaying back and forth, you cradle his head that he seems to hide against your skin. 

Lifting his eyes to yours, you try to decipher just what is going on in his mind. The proximity isn’t lost on him as his breath hitches and you watch heat bloom on his cheeks. Hesitantly, he almost lets go of your torso as you think he’ll turn away from you. 

You caress his cheek tenderly as fondness bursts between your breasts for his embarrassed demeanor. 

“I got you baby,” you whisper to him, halting his movements as his dark eyes seem to grow big from your words. “Mommy’s got you,” you say, kissing his forehead while your hands pull him closer. 

It’s all he needs to hear from you as his hand ghosts over your fat belly before clutching at your back, allowing you to envelope him completely. 

“Mommy,” he mumbles into your heavy breasts as you hear his voice almost break. 

“I’m right here Ris. Please, just let me make you feel better, sweetheart.” 

“But I…” Risotto pulls away, looking back into your eyes as you notice the guilt swimming amongst the red irises that you love so much. “I almost got you killed, I can’t trust these hands.” Your husband’s large hands come up before him as he stares at them with uncertainty. 

“Listen to me,” you use your firmest voice, the one he usually hears orders from in the bedroom that keeps him under a spell no matter how stubborn he wants to be. Taking his hands, you place a kiss on each palm. “It was not your fault. Do you understand? You’re my good baby boy, I know you’d never hurt me.” 

Your use of his nickname affects him immediately as Risotto’s focus goes from being cloudy to alerted immediately. Yet, his hips pull closer to yours immediately.  

“Yes, Mommy…” he answers, this time pushing his head to your breast on his own. “I was… I was just scared that you… wouldn’t want this.” 

You chuckle at his words. “You can always ask Mommy for cuddles, you know that right?” 

Risotto’s face grows hot against your breasts as he nods, his short hair scratching your chin slightly before you feel a different sensation, soft kisses placed against your neck and the sound of an inhale as Risotto takes in your scent. Moaning, he calls out to you once more. 

“Mommy…” he breaths. Biting your lip, you support his back with an arm, waiting to see what he would do next. Lying back, against your pillows, you allow your baby boy to hungrily kisses below your neck, moving slowly to your chest. 

But before he can so much as caress his lips to them, he looks back to you, his eyes a silent plea. “May I, Mommy?” 

“How mannered,” you coo, running a hand through his hair that seems to make him groan. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” With a swift motion of your hands, you bare your upper half to him. 

Risotto doesn’t waste a single second, going back to kiss your flesh with a renewed sense of vigor. You moan when he gets particularly close to your nipple, his mouth hot and wet, his tongue darting out as a guttural noise escapes his throat. 

He needs this, you think, to drown in the pleasure of you. You feel the familiar heat coiling below your belly when Risotto’s mouth gives his first suckle. It’s needy and desperate and you feel him on the mattress beside your thighs. 

Stopping himself, Risotto looks somewhat terrified as if catching himself committing a crime. “I’m sorry I…” he can’t find the words to explain himself, the expression on his face more apologetic than he needs to be. 

“What are you apologizing for?” you ask gently. “I know you’re hard baby, it’s okay. Come here…” 

Not wanting to discourage him, you keep a smile on your face, your eyes softening when you realize just how enthusiastic he looks to dive in once more. Settling back against the headboard, you position his mouth right against your breasts. 

“Take as much as you like baby boy,” you whisper, caressing his head once more as he continues to suckle on your nipple, hands greedily kneading your other heavy breast and the fluff of your ass. . 

Moaning into your flesh, Risotto lets go to breathe, and you spot the wet patch against his boxers, his erection making the fabric bulge distinctly. 

“Look what you’ve done to yourself baby,” you tease, chuckling when Risotto moans one more. Pulling his boxer down, you finally let his erection free from its confines, moaning when it's finally in your hand. His large cock barely fits your palms as you stroke him, feeling his warm breath against your nipple from panting. 

“Mommy!” He moans, near bucking his hip into your hand. 

“Sweet baby, c’mon, take more of Mommy’s tits I know you can do it.” Encouraging him, you notice how diligently your baby boy seems to suckle, pleasuring your sensitive nipples until you feel the wetness between your own legs grow. 

Sliding his cock faster in your hand, you hear him groan, still keeping the pace of his suckling to match your fist. 

“Good baby boy, you’re so sweet for Mommy, taking care of Mommy so well,” your praise. It seems to egg him further as Risotto whines loudly, unable to hold back his voice from unleashing noises much longer. 

“Mommy! Please, fuck me Mommy.” The light haired brows on Risotto’s face crunches in a rare contortion of emotion and you know he’s extremely close, within a few strokes, he cums into your hand, whining and twitching beneath you. 

It’s no surprise that your husband becomes ten times cuddlier after his release as you’ve witnessed it several times. But you still can’t help the love that overtakes you seeing him pull you close against his face, your tummy against his body in a way that allows him to appreciate its softness. 

“Did that feel better, baby?” You ask, smoothing his silver hair comfortingly as Risotto takes a moment to relax, his muscles no longer stressed and you see his toned chest rise and fall with a gentle rhythm. Your hand still covered in his cum, you notice his still half hard state. 

Your husband nods, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips and the mirth finally returning to his eyes. How you wished to see the Risotto who teased you in the car once more so he could fuck you as he’d intended. 

“But I see you’re yet to be satisfied,” you say, giving his balls a slight squeeze that has Risotto groaning. 

Moving to lie down, you motion Risotto next to you as he looks at you with some confusion. Guiding his hips to yours, your thick thighs go around his as your arms encircle him. 

“You wanna cum inside Momma right? You deserve it baby.” Heat radiates in waves from Risotto’s face as he nods eagerly, his cock hardening from being pushed against your skin, nearing your entrance. 

You don’t even have to ask, as his hand goes around your waist, and another drops to your folds, massaging your peak. “Momma’s so wet for you baby, you know why? Because you’re such a handsome little boy. So perfect for me…” Your whispers make Risotto crumble, as his hand picks up speed, your juices now drenching his fingers. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, lifting his hand away to desperately penetrate your cunt in one fell swoop. Groaning loudly, your pussy does its best to accommodate him as you hold each other close, his hips pistoning into you. You feel Risotto take a deep breath as he plants his face into your tits, groaning furiously. 

“Mommy Mommy Mommy,” he chants and you feel your muscles tighten from the impending orgasm. His cock pushes deep inside you with every thrust, hitting a spot so sensitive you can’t help but cry out his name in pleas. 

Caressing his back, you allow him to cuddle you as tightly as he possibly could, squeezing your body of its thickness as your pussy sucks him in. The sound of your skin against one another only arouses him more, as he fucks his Mommy into oblivion. 

“Yes, baby, yes!” You let out one last time before your cunt squeezes his cock of its juices, finally going limp before he pulls out. “You’re the best baby boy any Mommy could ever want. So protective and sweet.” 

Your words nearly bring tears to Risotto’s eyes as he rests against you, breathing hard from his release. 

“I love you, Mommy,” he says, kissing wherever his lips could reach, from your breasts to your neck, and finally to your lips. His tongue slides within your mouth in a deep, heated kiss as he cuddles you closer, not yet caring about the mess within your shared bed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby boy.” 

As he dozes off, exhausted from the strenuous orgasm, you are sure his slumber would be devoid of any nightmares to come. 

[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.”

[knifefather]

Can we pls get a Risotto gently fucking a male reader?

+w+ Yesssssss, coming right up! The reader has a penis and uses he/him pronouns. The reader is also a member of La Squadra.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: None, really! Just some sweet, gentle sex with Risotto and his bf. 18+ only below.

They say good things come to those who wait. After trying to flirt with Risotto all day, you were now getting the good thing you were waiting oh-so patiently for: his cock. Every time you made a comment towards him, his red-black eyes were on you, warning you to behave yourself in front of the other guys. The two of you had been seeing each other in secret for a while, and the capo wanted to keep it that way. You understood that Risotto wanted to keep it a secret to maintain professionalism, so you never told any of the others in La Squadra. But, with a coy smile, you pushed the limit, putting a flirty hand on Risotto's chest while you spoke to him. He brushed you off at the time, but gave you a stern, promising look before moving on to the next subject.

Now, Risotto had you pinned to his bed, pressing his strong hips into your ass. His cock was stretching your hole deliciously wide, the feeling incredible every time his thick cockhead brushed your prostate. Your hands were fisted in Risotto's striped shirt while he thrust in and out of you. His salacious noises fanned against the side of your face gently as he held your waist with a gentle grip. Little shocks of electricity sounded off across your body with every rock against you. Your cock laid on your stomach, leaking and hard just from being penetrated. You could feel your lower stomach tightening, your body begging for release. With a pathetic moan, you began fisting your dick, the sensitive skin catching on your palm just right and driving you closer to your orgasm.

"C-Close," you whimpered into his ear, barely able to control the volume of your voice. Pre cum oozed profusely over your fist, smearing the rest of it over your shaft. Risotto’s thrusts began to synchronize with how you pumped your cock, the intensity making you shiver in his loving embrace. You watched as his uniquely-colored eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open, white lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks. He looked so beautiful when he let himself loose, when he forgot his responsibilities and secrets and let himself get lost in your body. Watching his expression made you burn hotter and hotter inside until you felt like you would combust if you waited another moment. The dam inside you broke, your cock throbbing while you shot ropes onto your stomach. 

Risotto didn’t stop, though, and led you through your orgasm, his rhythm unrelenting, yet not too rough. Even with this slow, romantic pace, it didn’t stop Risotto from being lured close to the edge as well. The faintest sheen of sweat began to cover his skin, not that you were surprised. His stamina was incredibly impressive, and he had been making love to you for a while now. Any normal man would be exhausted by now. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, the vibrations of his voice making you break out in goosebumps. As always, he was a man of few words, even during sex. 

“Come inside me... I know that it’s so m-much effort to pull out in time, so... Why don’t you stay snug inside me, Risotto? I could keep you nice and warm~” you tempted him, locking your legs behind his back and holding him to you. Restricted, the bucks of his hips changed to be shorter and shallower than before. Risotto knew that he could break free from your grasp if he wanted to, but right here, filling your asshole with his cum was exactly where he wanted to be. Messy, wet kisses fell onto the length of your neck, the taste of your skin sweet on Risotto’s tongue. He let out a moan, elongated and broken, as he emptied himself within you. His movements were lazy and stuttery, his cock twitching madly before starting to go soft. Rolling you onto your sides, he held you, your back to his chest. He nuzzled your neck, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. 

Even if he wasn’t ready to tell the rest of La Squadra about his relationship with you, you were happy that you were able to share moments like this with him. Not to mention, all of the guys know already know!

[icollectyoursins]

Me too, bitch. Me too.

i wanna suck risotto’s cock like a babies bottle

[jostepherjoestar]

An Educational Favour: III

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Ghiaccio x reader x Risotto ;), interc0urse, v0yeurism?, degrading, female pejoratives, spanking, overstimulation, stuffed creampuff (if ya get what i mean)

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

PART III: ⛸Ghiaccio⛸

Soft light blue fabric bounced on your upper thighs as you sped to Ghiaccio’s room to meet up with Risotto and the blue curled grump. The cute ruffled trim tickling you every once in a while, the babydoll negligee making you feel like the cutest little cake topper. You had indulged an inkling that Ghiaccio would like cute and frilly things despite his usual nature. Curious to find out what today had in store as you entered your third guest’s dimly lit bedroom. The two men broke off their conversation to eye you from the very top of your head to the very tip of your toes. A bit taken aback by their staring you softly smiled while waving your fingers at them, starting to feel shy under their hungry gazes. The red frames resting on Ghiaccio’s nose were quite bad at hiding his cheeks that starting flushing in a similar colour. “Hey guys.” Nervously rubbing the ruffled fabric of the flouncy hem between your fingers, your soft voice snapping the two out of the strange spell you had seemed to put them under.

As far as you could tell the men appeared to appreciate today’s choice of lingerie, patting yourself on the back for the excellent choice. “We were just discussing things, come sit.” Risotto informed as you slid next to Ghiaccio on his bed who seemed to have grown anxious as his shoulders tightened and his jaw locked, a big gulp bobbing his Adam’s apple when you inched closer. Nodding to indicate you were listening, hoping that Ghiaccio would start. “Ghiaccio…?” Your capo inquired, giving his knee a quick tap to bring him back to reality. He had been staring in front of him, catatonic almost, while you’d both patiently awaited his plans. The nervous man besides you snapping his head to meet your eager one, taking in the way your compassionate smile tried to calm him down. The space between you seeming too suffocating for a moment, making him breathe out deeply. The gentle hand being placed on his shoulder almost melting right through him. “I’m fine.” The low growl swatted away your kind gesture. “What are we doing today, Ghiaccio?” You tried your best to remain patient with him, still curious to know what he’d like to indulge in.

Risotto didn’t let much slip about what Ghiaccio had revealed about his kinks or desires. He’d assured you it wasn’t too overwhelming to ease your mind that had conjured up the wildest suggestions. “First I need to know you won’t tell anyone what we’ll do today.” His tone had softened, a few drops of nervous sweat slowly drying up again as he recollected himself. Risotto moved back in his seat to offer the man space, the creaky woven chair noisily squeaking as he leaned back into the pastel coloured cushions, the sight of his darker and goth like aesthetic against the softer hues of Ghiaccio’s interior offering quite the comical contrast.

“I promise. You have my word, Ghiaccio.” Another sympathetic hand squeezing his thigh, offering a small smile, urging him to continue. You kindness moved away the heavy fog that clouded his anxious thoughts, choosing to indulge in your sweetness rather than swatting it away again. “Ok. Risotto told me you’re very comfortable with stuff already. A little too eager maybe…” he trailed off as you shot the dark eyed capo a frown, only making his dimple appear, enjoying teasing you. “Uh-huh, ok.” Turning your attention back to tonight's guest for his follow up. “Well I can get worked up during…you know-” he gestured vaguely, indicating he meant sex. It made you huff out a chuckle at his choice to not say it. His voice grew quieter as he continued. “I want to spank you… call you mean things. If that’s ok. And…” the hesitation so obvious but his tone so kind and demure for once. The idea of being spanked and called names already peaking your interests as you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. “And?” You urged him on. “Risotto can join as well… I mean I’ll do everything but he can hold onto you.” For a moment there it had almost felt like all your dreams came true, a rush of pure lustful energy coursing through you as you perked up, eagerly searching for your capo’s approval. “It’s fine by me.” At this point you were practically hopping up and down next to Ghiaccio who seemed to grow less nervous now, unclenching his jaw and placing his hand over the one you’d rested on his thigh, avoiding your delighted smile and excited noises as he stared off, rosy cheeks growing even darker.

He’d been slightly nervous about the whole ordeal, having heard little about the previous escapades from his teammates other than that you were ever so delicious. Having to be so vulnerable made him all the more anxious, wondering if you’d let him cuddle you afterwards, something he so desperately craved after the roughness. The idea of his capo there as well had brought him peace of mind, just like it did for you. The man always had a knack to offer his stern voice as a guiding beacon to settle Ghiaccio’s frustrations, grounding him back into clarity.

You couldn’t help but admire Ghiaccio as he removed his top, his muscled arms and broad shoulder being revealed to you for the first time. He’d asked you to keep your pretty outfit on and to only take off the matching panties, them quickly being placed on his desk. Risotto had taken a seat at the head of Ghiaccio’s bed, resting topless against the headboard, his torso never having looked more inviting as your hungry eyes traced his well defined abs. Those dark eyes trained on you, hazed over in desire and the idea of having you in his arms while you’re being pleasured. The thought alone making his growing bulge twitch. Ghiaccio had removed his trousers as well now, his silk blue boxers the only thing separating his hardness from the open air.

You gave him a few innocent blinks, awaiting the man to take action, his hunger was clear in his harsh glare that kept moving between your chest and eyes appreciatively. He grabbed onto your shoulders with a strong grip, swiftly placing you between him and Risotto. Those sturdy hands letting go and traveling up to clutch your face tightly as he met your lips with bruising strength. His hold was strong and full of need, his tongue racing to lap around yours as he breathed heavily. No choice but to meet his power, straddling onto his seated hips and letting your hands roam his back, toying with his curls as he nipped at your lips while coming up for air. “God you’re such a gorgeous slut. I want to fuck you into the mattress till you can’t even breathe anymore.” His nasty words tickling your neck as he worked his way down, lightly spanking one of your cheeks behind you with a velvety groan. The slight tap making your core clench around nothing, feeling his hardness grow underneath you. Seeing how the tap didn’t affect you just yet, he opted to provide another one, this time with thrice the power. “Fuck Ghiaccio!” You hissed while grinding your hips into his cock, breathing heavily down his neck. His ferocity was intoxicating, almost animalistic and drenched in longing.

As you clung to his hips he moved you in between your capo’s legs, almost too flustered by the icy haired one’s actions, making it slip your mind Risotto would also be a part of tonight’s activities. If only a little bit. His chest felt so nice against your back, his warmth radiating against you as he swung one arm around your waist, securing you in place. He hummed in appreciation as Ghiaccio fervently worked down your body, rolling a nipple through the thin light blue fabric and kneading and massaging your other breast. “I’m gonna make you come before spanking your ass raw while I pound into you. Such a good cock slut.” His growls only made your core ache in anticipation, thoroughly wet already and awaiting any attention. Letting out soft hisses whenever he pinched you too hard, the stings only preparing you for the spanking in mind.

The way Risotto breathed deeply and the feeling of his clothed hard cock grazing the small of your back, the way Ghiaccio was sliding down to move open your legs, made a loud needy moan escape your plump lips. Begging him to please you, tired of clenching around nothing. “Fill me Ghiaccio please!” You pleading so pathetic it only made the man move faster than he already was. The nerves from before having been completely replaced by carnal desire. “You’re such a needy whore, begging me to fuck you.” His growl grazing your folds as he got down between your legs. You felt the arm around your waist tighten and the hard cock behind you twitch as the wet sounds of Ghiaccio starting to lap at your pussy began. Another deep growl vibrating straight through you this time as he tasted your wetness. “You even taste sweet, like you were made to be used like this.” The brims of his glasses had started to fog as he got down again, suckling on your clit and moving his tongue in alternating motions, the sensation as good as you remembered. More mewls and desperate moans filled the air, another team member who clearly knew how to please you. Every lick and suck sending fiery jolts through your body, your hips bucking up to meet his hot mouth.

After a slight shift, Ghiaccio slid a thick digit inside of your wanton core, the squelching of your juices so lewd as he pressed deeper, grasping walls already moving against it. The welcome entry of another one filling you making your breath hitch, the fingers felt quite chilly inside you while you clenched around him with need. With a swift stroke he moved his wetted fingers out, up and inside your slacked mouth, making you taste your own sweet essence. “You even like the taste of your own pussy. Of course you do, such dirty bitch.” His fingers only slid deeper as you lapped at them, sucking off all you could, slightly choking as he reached your limit. Your spit now mixed on his digits as he slid them out, drool sloppily still connecting them to your lips, working them back between your wet folds. Returning to his previous position to suckle at your throbbing bud of nerves while working his fingers in and out with great power and tempo. Just like he’d warned you, he was getting worked up, cheeks red and forehead sweaty as he aimed to please.

His actions making you babble his name over and over intermingled with “oh fuck”’s, nails digging into Risotto’s arm around your waist. The fast movement of his fingers stimulated your senses as he worked your clit with his able mouth. “Come for me you nasty slut!” You had been close already but his awful words only drove you further, toppling over the edge and letting the waves of pleasure take you over while his movements didn’t even slow. He let you moan and writhe until his jaw hurt and his fingers cramped, the overstimulation burning but not before he coaxed another orgasm out of you. It came on amazingly fast and unexpected, it almost made you scream at how deep it hit you. Ghiaccio had stopped his mouth now, wiping your juices from his chin while panting. His fingers slowing down as the final clenches eased around them. Out of breath and thoroughly fucked out by his fingers you started to release your iron grip on Risotto’s arm, crescent moons denting his tender skin.

“Fuck Ghiaccio…” mind still recollecting itself after the double orgasm he just so kindly delivered. “Now it’s my turn.” Licking his lips while a lecherous smirk ate up your tired expression. A quick nod to his capo and the warmth of his grasp left you, another quick motion later and he’d pulled you back from Risotto before flipping you over. Face down into your capo’s hard cock, still constrained under his trousers. The man behind you dipping the mattress after slipping off his silken shorts, already having left a wet spot of leaking pre-come in them from all the excitement.

You felt him line up at your entrance, his spongy head teasing you as he firmly gripped the base. “You gonna take me like the slut you are?” His voice was never that displeasing to the ears when calm but his usual growls would be forever changed after tonight. No longer making you wish he calmed down, instead wishing they growled how much of a good slut you were. When you only replied with a hum, mind still recovering, he offered a loud smack to your asscheek that was so invitingly staring back at him, both waiting to get painted red by his taps.

“Answer me!” Another harsh slap, this time on the other, the stinging mixing with the lingering pleasure of your orgasms making it hard to mutter anything as your legs trembled. “Yes Ghiaccio! Please…” Unashamed you felt yourself drooling over Risotto’s cock as he held your head gently. His thumb ever so lightly caressing your cheek, finally letting himself touch you after much hesitation. He couldn’t deny it, seeing you like this, barely able to speak from pleasure made him throb. You were doing so good, it only made him want to ravage you more.

Pleased with your answer he slid inside your waiting hole, so incredibly wet that there was no set back as Ghiaccio slid inside. You fit so nicely around him, his length felt less girthy than the others but enough length to reach all the way to the most pleasurable spots inside you. With every slam into you he reached so deep, heavy balls smacking against you with every move. Small moans coming from your cute little mouth as you tiredly basked in satisfaction, your walls clenching around him every so often making him twitch and hiss, followed up by another hard spank on your ass. It had grown so beautifully red as Ghiaccio admired his work while continuing his thrusts.

Risotto’s soft ministrations on your neck and cheek bringing you comfort while ferociously getting slammed into, every move rubbing you further into his groin. A curious hand coming to slide over his clothed cock. In your hazy state you still wished to please your capo, this had been the closest you’ve ever been to him. It felt like a gift to have him under you, so hard and excited. Part of your initial request to have him educate you on the world of desire coming to fruition. With every harsh thrust, you moved over his cock, grabbing onto it through his clothes. An almost unintelligible hiss coming from his softly parted lips, they looked so inviting.

Ghiaccio’s grunting behind you got louder and louder, his thrusts were starting to falter into helpless shakes. The way you clenched around him after hitting deep inside you making him moan. The sound so sweet and needy as you gripped your capo tighter and worked faster, the man behind you was getting awfully close and you still had a job to do. Offering wet sloppy kisses to Risotto’s clothed cock every few strokes to get him closer, his pets on your cheek still continuing as his grip and your head tightened. He was close as well. “I’m gonna come inside your wrecked pussy!” The harshest slaps you’ve received all night being planted on your cheeks as his sloppy speed quickened. His movements had made a deeper wave of pleasure build up in your core, ready to spill over just as he was.

Loud groans filled the air as hot ropes of come filled you up, the feeling of the warm drips making you help fill the room with the most lewd sounds. But your cup was so close to overflowing, still needy for another orgasm and that of your capo. “Keep going Ghiaccio… f-fuck.” You muttered, a wet puddle of drool staining your capo’s pants as you fervently worked his shaft. “You’re such a fucking slut.” The man behind you growled as he kept working in and out of you, his come coating you so nicely as his cock slid easily with his movements. If only you could so how blazed red his face was, trying his best to keep going as the overstimulation made him hold his breath. Finally you felt the rush of heat move over you, legs trembling as you gripped Risotto’s cock, urging him to come for you during your own loud moans. Ghiaccio’s pace faltered completely, the way you squeezed around him pulling the sweetest mewls from him. “Sh-i-it.” His breath hitched as he felt a final rush of pleasure careen through him.

Finally you felt your capo twitch under your hand, working him through his orgasm as you hazily recovered from yours. That deep sigh of relief letting you know he was satisfied, his large finger’s movement had slowed down considerably until they stopped, resting on your flushed face.

Ghiaccio pulled out, too exhausted to even admire the way his come was leaking out of you. Your tired knees sliding down onto the mattress as you regained your breath. Risotto moved you over next to him, Ghiaccio sliding against the far right side of his bed to lay next to you. The bed was tight for three people so you took Ghiaccio into your arms, letting him rest his head into the crook of your neck as you cradled him. The grump too tired to protest and if he’s being honest with himself, it was just what he needed and hoped for. To rest in gentle arms after a job well done. Risotto’s large figure spooning you from the other side while gently caressing your arm as his chin rested on top of your head.

All worked out and sleepy, the three of you lay there, no shame or embarrassment. Blissfully indulging in each other’s intimacy. A lazy hand from your blue haired teammate came over to lightly pet your outer thigh. “Do you want me to ice that?” Remembering how red he’d slapped your behind, hoping he hadn’t been too harsh. “Mhh… later. Let’s rest first.” You yawned, not even bothered by the mess seeping out of you. Too worked out to worry about it now.

As you recollected your thoughts, that goofy worn out smile resting on your lips, you made sure to encapsulate what you’d learned today. Everything about the combo of being degraded, used and spanked turned you on. The contrast of the loving holds on each other offering a comforting conclusion. Feeling a smug satisfaction over having been able to work your capo twirling around your mind as you gently played with the blue curls resting in your neck. “That was fun.” You whispered, hoping your companions were still lucid to hear it.

[jojothembo]

MARIS AQUARIUS K!NKTOBER DAY 5: Bottom!Risotto Nero (boot worship) Mistress Dread TW: nsfw, anal s*x, dominant reader, slight mommy k!nk,

i tried to still keep it gender neutral . i just think him saying mommy is hot 

“No need to be shy baby-boy ” your black latex gloves pushed his head further in between your legs. while your platform boots twisted into Risotto’s cock. He was stripped naked and helpless writhing against you letting out desperate whippers underneath you.

He began to rock his hips against your boot, attempting to get any stimulation while he tended to your sex. You started pressing down on his cock. He moaned into your sex exited to be under you, he didn’t care as long as he was beneath you. Watching you tower over him in your boots drove him up the wall, he still remembers the first time you wore them letting the memory drive him deeper into submission. He felt Safe and secure when he was under your care and control. You pushed down on him while griping his hair causing him to shudder in satisfaction. “So desperate for me Rosario, I never pegged you as the type~” you let out a dark laugh as he twisted against you one final time before you yanked him up and threw him on the bed.

“I’m going to tie you down now Bello.” he nodded his head slipping fully into submission as you tied down this Adonis of a man.you had His hands bound to the bedposts and then you took it upon yourself to tie his legs up exposing his ass granting you permission to spread him open

“You look like someone I could hurt for days.”

You splayed some lubricant on the tips of your fingers and began to pump them in and out for risottos tight ass, you leaned forward to kiss him grabbing the headboard with your free hand as your lips met his, twisting your fingers inside of him, feeling his cock twitch against your arm. “You take my fingers so well Bello.” you continue to curl your fingers inside him kissing down his neck leaving tender bites down his neck, working him slowly. You suddenly pull away from the kiss leaving him panting and pleading.

“Mommy please~ I want more~”

you eyes beam down on Risotto, taken back by his words

Never in a million years would you have though the Capo of La Squadra would be bound

underneath you let alone call you mommy. “Don’t be shy hello.” You decided to indulge in this fantasy of his, kissing down his body spreading him open one last time 

“Do you want mommy to fuck you Bello?” 

A scarlet blush blanketed Risottos Face too embarrassed to speak up, so you spanked his thigh causing him to yelp

“Do not Make Me repeat myself, answer me.”

Yes, I want you to fuck me, mommy~” you were going to make a mess out of him 

”open wide for mommy.” You reached over behind you to grab a bullet vibrator and slowly pushed it into his ass as he twitched. you began to milk him with a vibrator in his ass pulling and tugging the cord, playing with the speeds, watching him squirm as you slowly pump the base of his cock”  he begins to bitch and moan underneath you “ha~ah! Mommy it feels so good ‘  you decided to tape another to his balls to push him over the edge , “mommy’s gonna make you feel better bello.” With that You started slowly licking up his shaft driving him to pathetic moans as you sucked him off. Thrashing against his restraints 

“Mommy please i-god im gonna cum!’ He was already so close but you barely began to have your fun. He wasn’t getting off so easy tonight. you pulled your lips off his cock leaving him to squirm,reaching for the flogger behind you on the bed. Spreading his thighs as you begin to strike him, one hand hitting his sculpted thighs with the flogger the other skillfully clicking the speed of the vibrators “tell me how bad you want me” you taunt while adjusting the speed once more. all the while I’m running a flogger across his skin.

“I want you do bad I want you to fuck me so bad mommy!” Risotto was ruined. His broken sobs of pleasure gave you chills. 

“Maybe i should leave you like this,that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go, does that sound?” 

You yanked the toys off him leaving him crying and panting like a bitch in heat as you line yourself with his entrance pushing his legs back. Looking into his eyes one last time making sure he was ready. you stroke his flushed cheek and place a Soft kiss of his forehead

 “Rosario~” 

You plunge into him felling the surrounding warmth of his tight ass. Holding his body close fucking him into the mattress. “Mommy harder! Fuck me harder!” 

You granted his wish pushing his legs back to his head and driving your cock in his ass. It wasn’t long before he was begging to cum all over you. You felt he was close pushing you to fuck him harder grabbing and slapping his toned ass making him bounce on your cock while he’s begging his mommy to let him cum “mommy I can’t take it please let me cum!

“ you wanna cum for me? cum for me Bello.”

 You Jerked him off with one hand until Risotto gave in to his libido and came all over your hand, snapping your hips up into his one last time before making his clean you off, sucking his own cum off your fingers 

“Such a good little slut for mommy

[lausterholes]

Risotto & Anon

Bad girl needs a lesson

NOT SFW

[jellyluchi]

NSFW with Risotto?

A/N: Thank you for the request! Since it's not specified, I'll do HCs. Plus I'd wanted to do NSFW HCs with him anyway. I hope you don't mind! Thank you for your patience!

Risotto x Reader NSFW HCs

— warnings: BDSM, size kink, dom/sub relationships, power play, inappropriate use of stands, slight exhibitionism, edging, bondage, choking, sounding — genre: NSFW. Minors DNI

Risotto is rather awkward when it comes to pursuing sexual pleasures whether by himself or with a partner. He’s by no means a virgin but several factors make it difficult for him to be comfortable and open up to someone before he’s able to be intimate with them. 

That being said, he’s still quite kinky and will bring up his kinks to you eventually. He just needs a lot of trust on both your part and himself because he really likes power dynamics and different variations of power play in the bedroom that manifest through his kinks.

One of his biggest is s size kink. Despite being a bit insecure about his large size, he loves to be able to overpower you or cage you with his body. He also loves showing off his strength by picking you up, especial if you're smaller, and knowing he could really do a number on your body with his. Also seeing smaller partners trying to take his large cock or give him a blow job is a huge turn on. Bonus points if you can't even fit your hands around his girth.

It's no surprise given how Risotto dresses that he's also into BDSM. Textures like leather and latex are incredibly sexy to him on himself or you. That's not to mention how much he loves bondage and restraints. In addition to his size kink, he like's it when you are rendered immobile while he goes down on you. He is also not afraid of experiencing pain or giving pain to you with your consent. He would gladly oblige in various forms of pain play if you are up for it.

He's no stranger to stand fucking either and loves that his stand is somewhat able to control blood. However, instead of blood play, he likes to use it to rush blood to your body where you like it most. It heightens your experience and if you are into situational bondage, his stand could be be perfect for it's thrill. While you can't directly fuck Metallica, the way it makes your blood bubble is an extremely pleasurable sensation.

The reason why trust is such a big factor in Risotto's sex life is because of his enjoyment of domination and submission. He wants to respect your boundaries while also being able to take control of them through orgasm control, impact play, choking and the like. That is not to say he will never see himself on the other end of the rope. Risotto is a switch through and through and given how much he has to lead in his daily life, he would enjoy nothing more than to submit to you completely. Being able to see himself beneath you is a sight he cannot forget.

Speaking of his daily life, RIsotto does enjoy a bit of exhibitionism given how comfortable his partner is. He has a bit of a possessive streak and likes the idea of fucking you in a room where others can hear him making you feel good, especially his team mates. It's partly a show of who is partner is with and why. He also likes to fuck in the La Squadra base sometimes, thrilled at the thought of being caught by a member, even if he wouldn't actually want to put his team mates through the awkwardness.

Lastly, whenever Risotto is subbing for his partner, he loves for them to play with his cock however they like. Particularly, he likes the use of sounding tools on his dick as you taunt him. The power you have over him is not lost on his mind and pushes him into subspace quite quickly. It is also why he likes the use of nicknames in the bedroom be it Capp, Sir, Signore etc.

[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.

[jojosbizarrewriter]

Hi love 💕! I was wondering if you could do that same Star Platinum scenario but with our beautiful goth rice boy Risotto doing it to his s/o? He's just so tall and so 😩👌🏻🥵❤️

Give me the rice man..,,blease....he is the absolute best kind of food in this house aaAAHH!!!!! Thank you for bringing this idea back to the table because Ris is the best when it comes to lovin his s/o to pieces 💕💖 he’ll just eat. You. Up.

(There is N/SFW ahead. 18+)

Risotto is always the type to go above and beyond to make you feel so good in so many different ways because that’s just what he loves doing. His size alone makes you tremble whether it be his height, the way he can effortlessly lift you up, or even his cock. But on days like these, it’s all about you. The noises he can get you to produce are some of his favorite things especially when he’s got you lifted up against the wall, legs sitting on his shoulders and ass being held up by his hands.

Lazily you let your hands drop to comb through his silver white locks of hair as he completely and utterly devours you, the flat of his tongue licking through your folds in order to plunge the thick muscle into the wet hole that was your cunt. Risotto didn’t dare hold back on the sounds he made because he ate you out with every intention of seeing how flustered you’d get and to see you crumble under, or should he say, above him.

“Ris- oh my god Risotto!!” You stuttered out as the wet noises cease and his half-lidded eyes glance up at you through your thighs. He hums gracefully and you felt it vibrate your clit and instinctively your thighs squeezed ever so lightly as you could without completely suffocating your boyfriend.

Noting that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, he takes this opportunity to continue to tongue fuck you and it sends a shiver right up your spine and throughout your whole body. His nose would occasionally rub your clit, eyes now closed as he looses himself in the moment of listening to your cries and pleas for him to keep going. Risotto felt how tight his pants were with how hard is cock was getting because he had every intention of fucking the daylights out you.

Moving to give your sensitive nub an experimental suck, he rubs his tongue in figure eights, hands groping and kneading your thighs and ass while he does so and he stops momentarily to hear your voice finally speak “I’m so close, I wanna cum, Ris! Please!” You practically are begging him and all you can think is if you weren’t in the air by his hands, you’d surely be on your knees.

As much as he wanted to tease and play with you, he too had some things he needed cared for so he was willing to give you exactly the release you were looking for. Risotto makes quick movements to allow for one arm to snake and hook around your thigh so that his fingers can continue to rub your bundle of nerves while he put his tongue to use in your wet hole. With each steady and calculated movement, you could feel the fire in your belly get hotter and hotter until one tongue thrust had you spilling over the edge of your orgasm. It would be an understatement to say that he only ‘liked’ tasting and lapping up your sweet juices when in fact he truly loved and relished in it.

Risotto felt how your walls tried to squeeze around him, pulling him in deeper while his name left your mouth with a slur of swears and compliments, sweet little nothings that had Risotto’s cock twitching in his pants, ready to be unconfined. He helped for you to ride out your orgasm before taking the precautions to allow your feet to return to the ground, legs already clearly wobbling with the intense orgasm you just felt break through you. He lifted your chin up between his thumb and index finger, his smile ever bright and his red irises were pooled over by his dilated pupils.

“So delicious, bellissima-“ His voice cooed as he praised you. His large hands cupping your face to pull you in for a deep and heat kiss which you accepted gratefully “-but I’m not done with you yet.” He adds on in the form of a whisper to your ear and it had goosebumps trailing all over your arms and shoulders. You do know of course that Risotto has a big appetite that only you can satisfy.

[jostepherjoestar]

An Educational Favour: IV

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Formaggio x reader and Risotto close by, interc0urse, v0yeurism?, taking it slooooow, butt stuff (penetration), discussion of prepping too!, the tension between ris and you is just.. wow

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

PART IV: 🧀Formaggio🧀

You slumped down on the beanbag that huffed under your movements, a few kernels that filled the bag twirling as the air pushed them out. Just like the seating you let out a long sigh, pulling the thick sweater sleeves over your hands and sitting on them in annoyance, trying to stop yourself from nervously chewing on your nails. Nothing felt right today, the way the sun barely broke through the clouds causing a dreary mood to settle on home-base, every glance in the mirror making you tug at your appearance, straightening your posture in attempt to look even slightly appealing to your own critical mind. Choosing the bulky sweater and your soft pyjama pants to grace the figure you so condemned today. Not all days are meant to be great but it was a disappointing start since later on you’d made plans to go on another titillating adventure, this time with the easygoing man named Formaggio. You weren’t dreading it but after you spilt your coffee all over the kitchen counter this morning and stubbed your toes on the heavy couch that rested a few meters away from you, glaring at it while sat in the one thing that couldn’t hurt you for now, you weren’t sure if today would even go right. 

The entire atmosphere seemed to move against you, like a migrating salmon moving upstream, waiting for a bear to come put you out of your misery. Speaking of bears… Risotto’s large figure waltzed into the room as you huffed out an amused chuckle as you imagined him sinking his claws into your scaly body and tearing at your flesh. Not quite the ravaging you’d asked him for. “Is everything alright there?” His familiar deep voice coaxing you out of the conflicting fantasy to meet his gaze. It seemed that today had also claimed your capo as their unfortunate victim. Thin black coloured metal frames resting on his shapely nose, the one that reminded you so much of Michelangelo’s David, carefully chiseled after much consideration. He reserved his glasses for off days, just like his relaxed outfit of pyjama pants and a black robe, the sparkling image of comfort. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Today just feels… off.” Resounding the last word in perfect unison before Risotto chuckled, the sound alone unearthing a pleasant feeling. “Let’s hope Formaggio is in good spirits.” He huffed while taking a seat on the creaky leather couch, groaning a bit as he stretched his arms over the backrest. 

“What was that about being in a good mood?” The smooth cadence ringing out into the quiet space of the living room. His words followed by a long stretched out yawn, feet dragging over the wooden floor as if lifting them were an arduous chore. It seemed the universe claimed yet another one into the lazy mood, like it forced all to remain seated or else you’d face its wrath of misfortune. Not that a peaceful day hadn’t been a welcome one, the strain of working jobs could lay heavily on the shoulders of La Squadra Esecuzioni. “Today’s a bit shit, huh?” Groans of approval coming from the two men lounging on the couch. “What are we gonna do about tonight? Cancel?” You spoke up, worried that it just wasn’t the right day and you’d have to reschedule which would mean a longer wait and some shuffling of the roster to make it work out. 

“Nah, too much of a bother. Besides, maybe it’ll work out just fine. No one’s home right now anyway.” It was true, it would be a bother and no one was home besides the three of you, all out on their respective assignments. You silently wished them all a more successful day considering the mood. You hummed in agreement as you got up to join them on the leather seats, trying to choose the perfect spot. But between Risotto’s large figure spread out so widely and Formaggio not really bothering to close his legs, there was no more room to speak of. “Hey! What about me?” You whined, tugging at the hem of your soft sweater, not up for a fight. “Got a special seat right here lady.” Formaggio’s smug grin darting between your figure and the space between his groin and the couch. You shot your capo a pleading look, begging him to step in like an annoyed child asking their mother to scold their older sibling. 

“Don’t look at me, we’re all adults here.” That little smirk starting to dent his cheek ever so slightly, letting you know there was no ally to be found in your dark eyed colleague. He looked so handsome and refined wearing those frames, different than his usual rugged state that was no less attractive. “As I said… there’s no one home but us.” The grey haired man smothering his words in a heavy helping of salaciousness as he eyed you up again. Sensing the shifting mood, letting a few familiar tingles loose inside of you as you fidgeted, unsure if you should take the bait. “I-I haven’t gotten ready yet, Formaggio. I look like a mess!” Today’s critical mind still gnawing at you, never one to easily back down. You’d been glad your previous partners had received the confident you that was her own proud cheerleader, but today she was on break, leaving you in front of a filled stadium with no remorse. “Pfft. A mess? Jesus, you couldn’t look bad if you tried. I’ll show you just how pretty you are, inside and out.” He gestured you over again, his expression a bit sterner to meet the seriousness of his words. It wasn’t just to make you feel better, he was being truthful. Risotto just admired from his comfortable crook, wishing to chime in on the complements but opting to just let Formaggio do the sweet talking. 

You finally take him up on the offer and slid in between his legs, letting his arms slip through your elbows to cradle you into his touch as he pressed his torso closer to your back. Hot breaths tickled your neck, a sensitive shudder moving through you, straight down into your panties. Grabbing onto his hand that locked you into him as he gently moved aside your hair to place wet kisses along your neck. Lazily sucking at your tender skin, making you let out a small moan when another shiver ran through you, earning a chuckle from him. “Are you always this sensitive? Then again, by the sounds I’ve heard coming from you, that might be true.” Feeling his surprisingly soft lips curl into a smile as he continued leaving marks. Remembering just how audible you’ve been with the rest, bringing a blush to your cheeks as your skin heated in reaction. You could feel Risotto’s laser-focus on you, admiring just how cutely you were reacting to the intimate pecks. 

As Formaggio made his way to your cheek, planting more wet sloppy kisses wherever he felt like, you felt his grip around you loosen and his hand snaking under your sweater to grope your chest. Toying with your nipple through the fabric of your thin bralette, his pulls and teases only making you more satisfied with the choice of undergarments. Your soft pants were cut off by his lips ghosting over yours, deep hums tickling you as he lingered over them, basking in the barely-there touch. His movements remained at such a leisurely pace, so intoxicating it subdued any feelings of impatience, his actions reflecting his personality; lax and engaging.

His plump lips like a warm hug as he met yours, hand still kneading your breast as a tentative squeeze made you moan into him. Moving in deeper, welcoming him into your awaiting mouth as his curious tongue set the pace to slow and steady. Wet sounds filled the air with the occasional muffled moan. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you know that? The way you so eagerly let go, so ready to get lost. You’ve driven us all quite wild, kitten.” Every word sticking to your flushed cheeks like glue as his sweet voice whispered, getting drunk off of his praise. 

“Could you take those off for me sweetheart?” You hummed in reply, he had already been toying at the edge of your soft pyjama bottoms, his head moving back into your neck where he stayed and placed more wet pecks, nibbling at your ear to egg you on. You made quick work of your bottoms, now bare, resting on the leather couch cushions warmed by your combined body heat. “Move up your legs a bit, I’ll treat you so good, darlin’.” You moved back further into him so you could bend your knees and rest your feet on his spread knees. You felt so exposed, cold air contrasting the warmth Formaggio was giving off behind you. Your breasts aching, wanting to feel his touch again as he slid out his hand from under your sweater, his other arm coming around to grasp you like your capo had done so sweetly last time as Ghiaccio pleased you.

Carefully, as if handling a precious work of art, the man let thick fingers slide over your folds, already glistening in your wetness from his sultry work in your neck. His delicateness making your breath hitch and your feet desperately trying to cling onto his knees. “So sensitive, so sweet. You want me to touch you more?” He singsonged so closely into the shell of your ear. He could coax anything out of you if he kept up his alluring pace. As you nodded with a needy moan he slid between them, working a finger aggravatingly slow over your clit. As more mewls escaped while you clung to his thighs, digging into them whenever he rubbed just right, he kept his lazy sucking going, sure he’s left a mark on your neck by now. “Do you want Risotto to touch himself too, just as slowly as us?” He grinned, having heard from Illuso just how much you like that. “Y-yes please.” You stuttered, words having a hard time leaving your lips as he kept up his leisurely movements. 

The creaks of the leather let you know Risotto was doing just as asked, your eyes were too busy being pressed shut from Formaggio’s expert circles to check. “We’re gonna take our time today, kitten.” A cheeky nibble at your earlobe as he spoke so tenderly. The memory of the strange energy that made you question today’s success already a forgotten one, what your were up to now was a lot more worthy to stick around your consciousness. 

Squelching sounds from how incredibly wet the slow pace made you harmonised so well with the barely audible sound of Risotto’s heavier breathing as he calmly stroked himself. The pace urging both of you to remain patient as heat started to build up steadily. Like water slowly rising, a steady flow being let in to painstakingly reach its limit. Formaggio occasionally dipped into your warm hole, slowly collecting your essence and spreading it over your folds. He worked you all over, giving your entire pussy the attention it deserved. As your breathing got heavier with the rising heat of your orgasm, walls clenching around nothingness, his pace didn’t falter, continuing his skilful rubs over your overly sensitive bud. “Do you want to come?” He purred into your neck, breaths so hot and heavy it made you want to combust. “P-please!” You begged so sweetly, he was already planning on letting you come but that whine sent a jolt straight to his hardening cock, twitching as it rubbed against your behind. “Do you want Risotto to come too?” His mischievous question paired with a quick dip between your aching walls. “Not y-yet.” It was an honest reply, you knew Formaggio wasn’t leaving you after rubbing you so nicely. Your capo will have to stretch his patience even thinner and slow his movements even more. The dark eyed man groaning as he heard your reply, but not of annoyance or denying him his pleasure for a little while more. The way you made him obey orders, even as softly as you gave them, made him only want to please you more. This whole endeavour of observing and letting his teammates have a say in his actions greatly aroused him, but most of all it was the slow build up to the end; having you all to himself. 

Formaggio chuckled into your crook, letting you get your wish as he worked you through the rising gratification. The limit had been reached as you breathed out deeply with a loud continuous moan as it overflowed slowly, the peak only dragged out as the grey haired man kept his steady movements going to let you ride it out. Squirming through the ripples, pinching your knees together as you clamped your nails into his thighs to ground yourself from the full body sensation. The pool had stilled, panting as you slowly regained your senses, the feeling of your own wetness dripping onto the couch causing a small smile to appear onto your satisfied face. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to make you come. All those times I heard you, I only wished it was me that was making you feel so good.” A sloppy, wet suck onto your neck that had been lapped so delicately throughout. “Thank you Formaggio.” You sighed, the thought of him stroking himself while the others fucked you such a titillating visual it made your walls clench again. “Oh don’t thank me now, sweetheart. We’re not done yet. I’m gonna go grab something, could you lay down for me?” His voice leading you down as he gently placed your feet back onto the floor.

As he slid out from behind you and left the room, still riding on the high of the thorough orgasm you silently met your capo’s gaze. Stroking his large member ever so slightly, grasping the base firmly while his thumb caressed his sensitive underside. His frames had crept down his nose, his eyes so focused on yours, tethered onto you as you moved closer. The tension so palpable it made your hand tremble as you pushed the bridge of the frames back up his stunning nose. Slowly retracting, clinging onto every bit of self control not to kiss the beautiful specimen in front of you. You hesitated for a second, letting yourself linger in his space before deciding it would be best to move down like Formaggio had asked. It took just as much strength from your capo to restrain his desire, holding back from taking you into his arms. Instead he kept up his increasingly slow strokes, letting his pleasure build.

Formaggio returned, glad to see you’ve positioned yourself like he had asked, head resting near Risotto’s figure while your legs spread out. “I assume you’ve prepped just like I asked, kitten?” The man moved back onto the couch, placing himself between your legs, holding a bottle of clear lube he’d brought with. His gaze so lovingly taking in the blush on your cheeks as you nodded. God you were such a treat, waiting to get ravaged. Somehow, even after literally just making you come, you were a bit embarrassed to admit you prepped yourself to let him play with your ass. “Good girl.” He praised while moving his hands over your legs carefully. “Let’s play first, get you used to it huh?” Moving his bottoms down to meet yours on the floor, his hardened cock just as casual as its owner. Uncut and packing girth as it bobbed while he moved, a small gathering of pre-come beading at the head of his adequate length. 

“We’re going to keep going slow, ok? Don’t get too worked up when my dick’s in your pretty mouth.” That warm chuckle making your muscles relax as he moved over you, his member looming over your face as his warm breaths tickled your inner thighs, opening them further. Remembering his words you nipped at his cock, soft lips pecking the tip as your deft finger moved downward to reveal his head. Languid licks like honey dripping on a cold day; slow and at its own volition. His groan of satisfaction so buttery and smooth into your plush skin. Formaggio’s hands massaged your thighs and hips, kneading them in an attempt to relax every muscle before starting his exploit of your tight hole. 

There’s a first time for everything, the very reason you had embarked on this exploit. As exciting as the last few times were, nervousness remained at the though of letting Formaggio play with a different hole. He’d asked beforehand if you were comfortable with it, his charms doing the talking, relaxing you and assuring it was alright if you weren’t. But that eager curiosity’s hold on you was ever so strong, bravery pushing you further to accept. The preparations he asked of you were simple: clean thoroughly and try out a finger or two when you’re playing with yourself. And to your surprise it was nowhere as bad as you expected, making you all the more excited to let more experienced hands work away at you. 

While it was a struggle to contain your excitement, the relaxed and sloth like aura Formaggio emitted helped you remain calm. Slow, twisting movements over his girth, having received a dollop of the cool gel on your fingers, lewd squelching sounds erupting every time you moved up and down his shaft. You’d suckle on his tip, tongue moving and flicking at the dripping slit, making sure to take all the time in the world while he began rubbing over your hole. The previously chilly lubed fingers heating up considerably, the way you were burning up from the sensation spreading through you. The slick tip of his thick finger gently pressing in while he groaned, mumbling how tight you were under his breath. As he moved his finger deeper it made you stop rubbing him for a second, regaining your breath, trying to relax your muscles so you’d enjoy the sensation. 

“That’s it sweetheart. You’re doing good. We’re gonna keep going before I stuff you with my dick.” Your moan vibrating through his hard cock when he pulled out. Only to return with another finger, adding even more of the slick lube. As he moved in you felt your walls contract in pleasure, your core aching for stimulation as Formaggio started pumping in and out to work you open. Moaning louder and louder, the pleasure so different than anything else you’ve experienced. Saliva dripped out of the corner of your mouth, salivating while you took his heavy sack in your mouth to play with them. The way he let out a hiss while you felt them twitch let you know just how much he liked it. 

You were getting so worked up by his actions, patience growing ever thinner as you wished for him to fill you up. “Formaggio I need you. Please fuck me.” A whiny beg, so needy. It only made him chuckle, your eagerness so endearing. His teammates weren’t wrong when they said you were such a good girl. “Can’t deny you, now can I?” He grinned while moving over you, placing himself between your legs, admiring the way your pussy was still dripping and awaiting any new form of stimulation. It almost made him feel bad that he would be working your tight little asshole instead. Almost. 

His shaft was still thoroughly wet from the way you slobbered all over him, mixed with the generous dollop of lube he’d provided you with. His spongy tip prodding at the tight muscle, shushing you and kneading your hips to let you relax. As he slowly entered, letting you engulf his tip he waited, hissing and groaning at the feeling of your walls constricting him. “Fuck, you are so damn tight!” Letting himself gently work further into you, the feeling of his thick cock so delicious inside you while you whined. He finally let his hand that guided his thickness inside of you go, letting his hips set a gradual pace. Those skilful fingers now moving back to rub soft circles on your aching clit, the return so welcome as you moaned loudly at the simultaneous stimulation. Back arching off the couch as you felt your pleasure earn footing again, building slowly just like before. “Risotto… Speed up.”

Your command a welcome one to your throbbing capo, his length now a dark red from the prolonged stimulation, questioning if there was any blood left in his body that hadn’t rushed to his cock. As if a conductor urging their orchestra, harmonising moans and groans filled the room, your capo finally letting himself get comfortable with being a little more noisy. Formaggio felt his own pace falter, speeding up to chase his release as his circles on your clit grew faster and tighter. Moving in tandem with his thrusts inside your strained hole, he felt you clench, milking him, bringing him just at his limit before he pulled out. He continued at a fervent pace over your bud, his other hand stroking his shaft as thick ropes of pearly cum landed on your stomach after he moved up your sweater. His buttery voice so beautifully hoarse now when his breath hitches during his orgasm. Just as he did, your own followed, the familiar waves of pleasure careening through you, pressing your eyes shut, letting yourself get back down from the peak. 

Not even needing a command, Risotto came too. A groan so sweet and deep, his body tensing up and twitching at his long awaited peak. Thick strokes of cum landed in your hair, the man behind you not expecting the orgasm to hit so hard. “Shit!” It only made you giggle at the feeling, knowing you’d end up in the shower anyway. You set yourself back straight on the cushions, blush still covering your cheeks and chest, the sweater getting too hot and constricting. Taking it off along with your bralette, sighing at the satisfaction of the newfound experience. “Was that any good?” Formaggio huffed as he tiredly slid down next to you, a gentle hand squeezing your thigh. “More than good Maggi. You’re really good with your hands.” Chuckling at the way his ministrations made bliss flood all over your body. “Why don’t you tidy up here. I’ll get her cleaned up.” Risotto’s voice surprised you, when he remained so still in his corner, breaths so soft you barely heard them; it was like he’d merged with the couch itself. “Yea sure, whatever you say.” Formaggio looked about ready to pass out, eyes drooping as he slid deeper into the couch, all tuckered out from his work. 

It felt nice to have Risotto be so adamant on taking care of you afterwards. A ritual he didn’t want to let another indulge in. Even last time, after the cuddle session that followed Ghiaccio’s meeting, he insisted on helping you get cleaned. Not that his face would let it show, but he felt dejected when you replied you’d take a shower yourself, any more stimulation to your skin setting it aflame after the rough get-together. 

Just like before he ran a bath for you, letting the soft bubbles grow bigger. He looked so adorable now, those glasses really suited him, offering a softer balance to his features. “You look very cute in those Risotto, you should wear them more often.” You chuckled while staring up at him from the warm tub. He had stayed and rested on the side, having taken off his robe so he could dabble his arm in the water. He looked a little too deep in thought, staring at the ripples his movements created through the foam. “Do you want to get in?” Your cute smile and that bright twinkle in your eyes so alluring, like a siren in his very own residence. He had been thinking about it, wanting to hug you close while you gently got each other all washed up. “No, it’s ok. Later. Take your time.” His deep sigh making you question if that’s what he actually wanted. You willed yourself not to get too caught up, not to assume what he’d been thinking. 

For now you’d just try and relax, soaking up the heat from the relaxing bath and checking off another wish. Your memory book starting to get quite full of experience thanks to your teammates. The last three candidates left offering the final challenges. A devious grin at the thought of the final champions. 

[lausterholes]

Sugar daddy Hcs | Giorno, Diavolo, Risotto

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Sorry for my thirst for Sugar daddy things. I aged up everyone into the current time’s age. (Giorno is 35, Diavolo is around 52? and Risotto is 47) I just really have something for older men asfadfdaf. 

Warning: not sfw/ (a lot of) age gap/ sugar daddy-baby relationship.

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Sugar Daddy!Giorno Giovanna (35)

▀  After he became the don of the greatest mafia in Italy. Giorno just stressed out with many things he had to deal with. It’s not that he’s going to toss his work away anyway, it’s a part of his life now. He has been fulfilling his role as the boss perfectly for nineteen years. Everything went faultlessly within those hands.

▀ Except for only one thing, lover. Basically, Giorno never cares about having any girl by his side. But this makes Mista genuinely feels that his don may get too stressed. He talked about this to Giorno sometimes, but the don just brushed it off.

▀ Until one day, the new problem happens in Naples. The gangsters that he had been caught his eyes on for so long caused huge trouble to the tourist. Giorno may let them go this time, but the problem is- they hurt one family that just happens to be the innocent, they tried to help and call the police, but end up beaten instead.

▀ Giorno annoyed by their unreasonable antics. Not just that- the gangsters pretend to be victims and claim for damage. Okay, that’s too much. Giorno had to step in, already decides to have someone dead. They were suspected to be traitors anyway.

▀ You, the child of the said family, are unpleasant about this. You have to pay so much for your parents’ treatment and yet- you have to pay for those bastards too, you almost get harassed, so you fight back. But you ended up looking like a culprit instead.

▀ When Giorno learned about you, he just gave a visit to the hospital right after he eliminates those scumbags. When he saw you, frowning at him- he just introduces himself and apologizes. You tried to ignore him, but Giorno catches the sadness and uneasiness in your eyes. He knew that you have struggled with the state you’re in- you lost a lot of money for these, but you have to pay for tuition too.

▀ Giorno genuinely felt bad for you, he offers to pay all of your parents’ medical treatment cost. When you denied him dismally. Giorno change the offer, he said that he will help you, but if you work with him. You hesitated but agree anyway. You just can’t let him help you for free, you don’t want to pay him back later.

▀ It started with simple tasks, such as arranging the documents, make Giorno a cup of coffee, or maybe just help him take care of his garden. Giorno didn’t expect any kind of bond, but he sure is enjoying your company. And so do you.

▀ Then, he started to spend more time with you- talking about so many things, taking you to his favorite restaurant, having a deep conversation. Giorno didn’t know what to do, you’re so young compared to him, he’s almost middle age while you’re only a college student.

▀ Unexpectedly, you confessed your idea of being his sugar baby first. And Giorno just stays silent for a bit- only for you to almost cry of shame. He just started to tease you, doesn’t he?

▀ That’s when your relationship starts. Giorno pays a lot of money on you, including your tuition cost. Or maybe just after getting intimacy with you, he inserts money in your undergarment.

▀ Always nagging you when you want to buy something you like. But purchase it anyway. Maybe he uses this against you for punishment in the bedroom.

▀ On the bed, he’s eager and not so vanilla. But your feelings have to come first- he makes sure you feel good and always reach your climax. Extra point if you call him daddy, this man will ram into you and will spoil you rotten the next day.

▀ Sometimes he bought you a pair of lingerie that seems to fit you. If you decided to wear it someday. Giorno definitely will treat you like daddy’s little princess and reward you what you deserve.

▀ 10 out of 10 sugar daddy.

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Diavolo (52)

▀ Even for someone who’s fifty-two years old, he’s still hot like his old day.

▀ Diavolo is a very cautious man. He always deletes his traits and identity. Almost being fully anonymous. But is it wrong for a man who wants to be unknown to have a desire? No, of course. Diavolo still craving for touch as a human being.

▀ But he had to choose wisely for someone to being his mistress, his possession. Someone that he could truly trust, or else he had to kill right after he finished. 

▀ And his eyes caught on you, a young girl that enters passione to find extra money to pay off her own tuition cost. One day, you started your normal routine like ever. But this day, when you spot a pink-haired man in front of your college’s gate, he just approached you and said that he wants to talk to you about something in passione, his name was Doppio, he told you.

▀ You agree to come along with him. This guy looks too innocent to be one of the boss’s reliable allies. But you guess that it won’t hurt if you heard him what’s the matter he wants to talk about.

▀ Of course, Diavolo only sees you as a way to relieve himself. But more and more the conversation between Doppio and you go on, Diavolo sparked some interest. Not only because you seem devoted to what you believe and really good at keeping secret, but because you have lesser power than him, he could easily manage this.

▀ Doppio finally touches the base. He told you that his boss wants to meet you in person. You questioned why, Doppio a little embarrassed to say it- so Diavolo takes a place instead, then said. “He wants your company, maybe tomorrow, .”

▀ When you arrived at the location where Doppio hand you. You weren’t sure about this- you didn’t know anything about your boss. Did you do something wrong? Did he trick you into this? You weren’t sure for real.

▀ The security was safest of the safe, if there’s disaster outside, you assured that he’ll be totally fine. You nervously entered his room. The room was dark and really cold. Even you embrace yourself, you couldn’t warm up.

▀ You heard his voice aloud in the deepest corner, demand you come closer. You were afraid of what might happen, but it’ll be better to listen to your boss.

▀ He started a conversation with you, making you feel as comfortable as he can. While the conversation goes on, Diavolo crept closer to you, showing his longing feeling that you must be the one to fulfill it. He knew that you have some trouble with your tuition fees and needs in your life you couldn’t afford, he might help you. That’s why you agree.

▀ You were loyal like a dog, keeping secret deep in your mind. The mysterious relationship with the most cautious mafia boss is something you never expected to have. Diavolo really pleased with you, he never played favorite before, but now he is.

▀ Diavolo is rough and such a selfish bastard. He treated you like he owns you as his personal fuck toy. All the nights you spend are nothing more than rough sex. Once he finished- he may lead you to a pillow talk or just leave you on his bed and go bathing.

▀ Diavolo likes the idea of dressing you up as he pleased, feeling completely own you.

▀ When you’re underneath him, call him daddy, and you’ll get the best orgasm you’d had. Maybe sometime, he might get carried away and end up driving you into the oblivion.

▀ Spoiled you rotten, but he’s rough and you feel quite awkward. 7/10

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Risotto Nero (47)

▀ Oh boy. The best sugar daddy is here. Even compare to the other two, he still a little broke. But trust me, he is better for your mental health.

▀ Imagine about Risotto’s ideal wife. Usually, this man doesn’t specific his type of girl. At this age, Risotto started to think about retirement and family. He wants to go back to Sicily and lived a normal life he could ever have since he was eighteen.

▀ Maybe Risotto just really hoped that he could really find someone.

▀ While some of his teammates retired and got replaced by the new ones, he’s still there, being a capo every now and then. Leading the team as he always did in the past. But really? His path couldn’t be changed, but he can retire anytime he wants though.

▀ Then, he met you. The newest member of passione, so young, but mature and free. He wants to treat you like any other, but you’re so attractive in his eyes. He’s a little guilty of that. You seem like you haven’t finished your college yet. He doesn’t even know other than being awkward when you two are alone. Such a big himbo.

▀ Risotto is not a guy you could read like an open book, that’s why you always keep your professionalism with him all the time. But when you learned a glimpse of his fonding toward you, you shall be the one that opens your heart first.

▀ You spend more time with your capo, he’s much older than you, yes, but that’s not making him less attractive. But that’s how it starts, awkward tea time and a little conversation.

▀ One day, Risotto said that he’ll afford you anything you’d like to have. Even you could pay with your own money, Risotto suggests that you should save it for good. He even let you use his credit card, you really appreciate this- but isn’t he too generous for you?

▀ Once he gets comfortable with you more, Risotto started being like himself again. All cool and discreet. Risotto at this age is someone you would head over heels with. Not just his attractive older figure, but also his personality that even more sensible. You just couldn’t enough of him.

▀ He is a busy man but can meet you several times a month. The meeting doesn’t always end up with sex, maybe just a conversation with a good dinner.

▀ Risotto expected you to call him daddy during the intercourse, he doesn’t react with his words, neither with his expression. Looks like he doesn’t care, but his movement said otherwise, Risotto would actually break you along with the bedpost that keeps slamming onto the wall. He loves it.

▀ He might let you queening him as a reward for being a good girl. His tongue feels like heaven, each stroke driving you insane. And you wouldn’t dare to be naughty with him, would you? Or else you’ll be roughly fucked your brain out.

▀ The aftercare with Risotto is the best, he’ll do anything to please you. Drink? check. Food? check. Comfy bed? check. Bath? check. All the things you need are already prepared by him.

▀ As soon as you okay with it, maybe Risotto might make you a real wife of his, then he can peacefully retire and live the rest of his life with you.

▀ 10/10 recommend.

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[lenawritesjojos]

Hey I hope you’re doing well! Can I request some not sfw risotto nero, possibly with a new la squadra member who is v smol. If you’re uncomfortable with writing this you can do it sfw don’t worry! Thank you so much in advance

Hey! I went a bit overboard with this, I think? There’s more plot than actual n/sfw lmao but I think it’s good anyways. I hope you like it! :)

Late at night

Pairing: Risotto Nero x Reader

Word count: 867

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Being the new recruit in La Squadra di Esecuzione wasn’t easy for anybody, and you weren’t the exception to that. Every single member towered over you in a rather intimidating manner, and they didn’t seem to believe in your capabilities as an assassin, which sucked a lot.

The solution was easy in your eyes: sneak at night into headquarters and work twice as hard, researching past cases and coming up with good ideas to find any dissidents that wanted to betray the Boss. That way, you would soon grow used to the squad’s way of working and everything would run smoothly, leaving no room for the other members to become suspicious about you.

Of course, you hadn’t taken into account the most dangerous factor of it all: someone could catch you.

The wooden floorboards creaked as you made your way as silently as possible through the main hallway of the Squadra’s headquarters. All the lights were turned off, so you relied on your knowledge of the area to find the room where files were kept. It wasn’t hard to do so, since it was straight at the end of the corridor.

Once you could sense the door behind your outstretched hands, a relieved sigh escaped your lungs. No one else seemed to be there, so it was safe to turn on the light on the empty hallway. The hardest part was done, now it was time for hard work. Your hand gripped the knob and started turning it, silently, listening to your heart beating loud in your ears. Why were you so nervous?

“What are you exactly doing?”

The deep voice paralized your body for a second, before you started turning around slowly, only to find… nothing.

“W-Who are you?” Your words came out shaky and there was a visibly tint of fear in them. The energy that contained your stand was already burning inside your body, ready to be released.

Something appeared seemingly out of nowhere, becoming suddenly visible and taking the shape of one of the people that had intimidated you the most: your Squad boss.

You were fucked.

Risotto had his arms crossed over his chest, red eyes fixed on your way smaller form as you stretched your neck to see him fully. He was scary as all hell, making you want to dig a hole into the ground and hide on it.

“So?”

“I…” You were at a loss for words. Would it be okay to tell the truth? It was your best bet, anyways. “I wanted to work some extra hours.”

He stepped closer, practically trapping you between the door and his body, and you gulped visibly. His eyes were practically boring holes in your skull as you looked up once again.

“Didn’t the fact that I need to be informed of it cross your little head?” He spoke, but there was something in his voice that wasn’t exactly anger. Your eyes fell to his bare chest, eyeing briefly the straps of leather that crossed it.

Damn it, why did Risotto Nero have to be so hot?

You bit your lower lip unconsciously, not missing the way his eyes travelled to them almost instantly. So it was like that, huh?

“You could always let it slide… boss.” The space between the two of you grew closer, and your bolder side came to light. Knowing there was no turning back, you pressed a hand firmly against his chest, looking up at him again.

“…maybe.”

Everything changed fast, but you were already prepared. The huge man lowered his body at the same time you stood on your tiptoes, and your lips met halfway through there. It was hot, the way he pushed you back with his entire body and roughly kissed you, and you felt something flutter inside you.

His hands started travelling further down, and soon they were in your rear. That man had no sense of shame, you thought briefly before your hands did the same, only to end up on the front part of his trousers, finding that there was a tightness already there.

“I could help you with this.” You mumbled in between kisses, a clear invitation through lustful eyes. Risotto only nodded once, slowly.

As you fell to your knees, his hand sunk into your hair, the sight of you so small down there clearly arousing him more. You felt arousal too, at the towering height that was right in front of your eyes.

You took him in without hesitation, enjoying his loosely concealed moans and every shudder of his body, until he came into you - of course, asking for permission first. His release filled your mouth and made you hesitate for a second, but then it was over, and a smirk replaced your grimace.

Looking up at him, you took in a sight probably very, very few people had ever seen: Risotto Nero with his face contorted into a look of pure bliss, eyes closed and shoulders relaxed. It was quite the view.

“I think it’s my turn now.” You whispered, and he smirked back at you.

Both of you were in for a long night, but at least there was a couch in the debriefing room.

[icollectyoursins]

The Risotto thirst is real, guys. I'll put the dream under the cut because holy shit, it's long and so good. My brain really said: oh, oh you want Risotto? Oh, you’re thirsty? Here. Drink up. If anyone wants to uh... write a full fic for this, I won’t stop them, I mean... I’ve got a lot of work to do, but you guys... *wink wink.* You can do it if you want. Obviously you don’t have to. But, most of the work is done so.... 

Warnings are choking, cunnilingus, fingering. You know, the good stuff.

So, Risotto comes up to me, with my mother around the corner, said "I've been watching you all day, I know how you've been looking at me. You want me to breed you. I'll do it."

Then, we get on our horses, do our job of watering something (I dunno, that part was weird, but frankly I didn't care), we get to a foresty-rocky area, he leads me to a waterfall and helps me off my horse. There's a bridge to get to the other side, now I am terrified of heights, so I am walking very slowly behind him. He doesn't grab my hand to help, no, no. He grabs my face and tells me to look at him the entire time. We get half way, he shows me the view of the waterfall, which is nice, but still a little terrifying.

Finally, we get to the other side, round a corner and there's a small greenhouse, with a couch in it and a small fountain in the middle. It's a little over grown, but that's fine, because it's beautiful.

We talk a little bit, but there is obvious tension in the air. He tells me that this is where he comes to clear his head, maybe it’ll help clear mine. At this point, I can’t tell if he’s flirting or being serious, but regardless I come in close to him, being all adorable and shit. He can’t hold back any more. He kisses me, soft, a little out of practice, but it’s sweet. 

Things get more heated as he takes me over to the couch. I go to frantically unbutton my shirt, but he stops me. 

“No,” he says. “I want to savour every inch of you.” 

So, I slow down a little, his hands join mine, carefully sliding my shirt off my shoulders. At some point, his shirt comes off, then I’m in his lap, hungrily kissing him over and over. 

“So, do you actually clear your head, or do you just come here to masturbate.” I joke. 

“Both,” he answers.

We get back up and basically throw the rest of our clothes off. We both look down, exploring each other’s bodies. I have no idea where his eyes go, because mine go straight to his dick. He’s big, good thing I’m a royal member of the size clan.

He brings me close, softly kissing my lips. “I’ll be gentle.” He tells me. He’s big and he knows it can be intimidating. 

“Good thing you don’t have to be gentle. I can take it.” I say. Now I’ve got him going.

Risotto pulls me into his lap for another kiss, but then moves me so my back is on the couch. He slowly kisses down my body before putting my legs over his shoulders and clutching my hips. I’m now almost folded in half, staring at him while he starts to eat me out. Where do my hands go? I have no idea, I just grab onto his wrist so I can feel him there because this doesn’t feel real. I mean... it wasn’t but that’s not the point!

I’m getting close, he can tell in the way my back arches and how my legs keep wanting to clamp around him. He gets me to the very edge of orgasm, then pulls away, climbing over top of me. Is he going to fuck me now? You ask. No, he’s a gentleman and he’s going to make sure I’m prepped enough to take him.

He lets me calm down, still kissing up and down my body, before easily slipping a finger into me, then two, three. You get the point. He makes a joke about fisting me. I told you I can take it! Still, he loves to tease, so he does the same thing. Fingers me until I’m about to cum and then pulls away, leaving me breathless.

Fine, he caves, lining himself up and slowly pushes in. I’m tight, but it’s not painful, more like a vacuum. He collects himself, only the tip is still in, then makes small, shallow thrusts gradually putting more in until he’s balls deep. He runs this thumb over my lips, lost for a moment. Then, his hand slips, falling onto my throat, choking me. At first, he’s worried, but then he hears my moan and feels the way I tighten around him. He uses his other hand to keep mine above my head.

Risotto starts gently, slow, not wanting to ruin this moment or make it too quick. God, he just touches every sweet spot in me, I am moaning like a whore at this point. He catches a glimpse of movement. There’s a mirror in front of him. He can see how hot his face is, how smooth his hips are moving. Oh, that’s good. He’ll use it later.

Much to my disappointment, he removes his hand from my throat and lets go of me, then lifts me up into his arms, so he’s fucking into me like I’m nothing. His face is buried in my neck while I scream out his name. I hold him close, unable to do anything but hope he’ll let me cum this time. 

He pushes me up against the back of the couch to give his arms a break. A few more thrusts and I’m done. I gush over his length, shaking while I hold onto him. Beautiful, he thinks. He sets me down on my stomach, letting me catch my breath, he’ll deal with his problem, he’s used to it. I only take a few minutes before I look back at him, joking about how he didn’t have to stop. He looks a little perturbed, but then I wiggle my ass at him and he’s on me again. 

This time, he’s pressed me against the arm of the couch so I can watch our faces in the mirror. He changes it up when he’s fucking me from behind. He grabs my hair for a bit while smacking my ass, chokes me again, but eventually settles on wrapping his arms around my top half with his face buried in my neck once again. 

Between kisses I tell him he’s hit a sweet spot, which he then abuses, rolling his hips forward over and over again, hitting it with precision. I’m even more sensitive now, so it doesn’t take long for me to cum again. He pulls out, letting me go through it before pushing into me again. My walls flutter around him and he’s toast, thrusting himself to the hilt while he paints my insides white. 

He looks at the mirror, panting. “If it looks so good, why don’t you take a picture. It’ll last longer.” I tease. He takes it literally, grabbing his phone and quickly snapping a few shots of him kissing me, then me kissing him. He leans back switching to video so he can watch the image of his cock slipping out of me, followed by drops of his cum over and over. He plays with my clit, making me jerk and clench which only make more drip out. 

Then, he’s done with the video, sliding his head through my legs while ordering me to sit on him. He starts eating me out again, like a man deprived. I feel his phone against my leg. Without him noticing, I start taking my own pictures in the mirror and of him. Thank god he had the sound off. He doesn’t eat me out to orgasm this time, just cleans me up. 

After everything, he cleans up our clothes and sits behind me, pulling a blanket over top of us. We should be going back by now, but neither of us want to. We cuddle up to each other, still reeling from the post coital bliss. That’s when he looks at his phone, swiping through the most recent pictures that I took. 

And that’s about when I woke up.

[hoestarcentral]

After having a long stressful day you kick open the door to your beloved Risotto's room, undressing as you complain about every little thing that went wrong as he listens, and then to work out your stress you aggressively ride that man hell and back

Oh hell yes. Those days just happen and Risotto would be more than happy to rub your back, get you a glass of wine (or whatever you'd like), and listen to all of your woes. And of course, let you let out some of your stress in whatever way you wanted. He'd fuck you senseless if you needed a distraction, or obey your every request if you needed some control. No matter what, he'd make sure to relieve you of all that stress.

Risotto would be there for you however you need him <3