#risotto nero not 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 

[abbacchiosbelt]

"Risotto, i was just wondering, but whats your [i] Darkest [/i] desire? What'd you do if I let you do anything to me?"

cw for: violence, blood, non-con, mention of death, and use of metallica on the reader. 18+ only.

"Risotto, I was just wondering... But what's your darkest desire? What would you do if I let you do anything to me?"

Your question makes Risotto pause. He sets down the mission briefs he was going over and leans onto his desk, arms crossed in front of him. He's silent while he contemplates, and the anticipation of hearing him answer has you squirming in your seat. He wasn't doing it to make you anxious, though - you knew him well enough to know that he was genuinely deep in thought.

After a minute or so passes, he lifts his gaze to look at you. "Are you sure you'd like to know?"

The finality in his words makes it clear that this is the only time you'll ever get this out of him. Perhaps you'd just asked at a good time, or maybe you'd caught him in an indulgent mood. Either way, you were dying to know. You nod eagerly and scoot forward on your seat. "Please," you reply. "I won't judge you. I asked, after all."

Risotto nods, once, and begins. "I have never had a partner that shared this particular... fantasy of mine." He pauses and looks at you, but continues before you can say anything. "It comes from a part of me that I try to channel elsewhere. I want to first say that I would never hurt you... Unless you wanted it, tesoro." Risotto's gaze goes soft for a moment, and he reaches over to squeeze your hand. Before he talks himself out of it, he begins speaking again.

"There's a part of me that wants every inch of you to belong to me," he starts. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before dropping it, the soft touch not fitting for what he was about to reveal to you. "I... I think about taking you in every way, until I'm there to see the life go out of your eyes." He swallows, and shifts in his seat. Your eyes are wide, but you say nothing. You were aware of things like this, but to hear Risotto say it about you... It brought a strange, new feeling to your chest. "I'd start by dragging you away from our bed. Whether I've knocked you or you're kicking and screaming... it depends on the day."

Risotto exhales, chancing a quick glance at you before he continues. "I'd take you somewhere nice... Somewhere I had set up just for you. It's what you would deserve. A pretty end for my ultimate prize." He licks his lips. "And then I'd chain you up with Metallica so you're completely exposed. You wouldn't ever need clothes again. Ah, to lick the blood from your flesh where Metallica rips through it..." There's a genuine blush on Risotto's face. His words have you glued to your seat, your mind terrified yet intrigued by the way Risotto's love drips through his darkest desires. "Once I clean you up, though, I'd be making a mess all over again."

Risotto's gaze drifts to the ceiling. He's looking everywhere but you, you realize - but you don't blame him. Risotto continues. "I know you like to play with me, let me stuff you with my cock while you pretend you don't want it. But this time you'd know... You'd bite and scratch me while I fuck you full of my come over and over again. Everyone would know you had belonged to me. It'd be tempting to end it with my hand around your pretty throat." Risotto leans forward in his seat, and you instinctively bring your hand up protectively around your neck. His gaze finally turns towards you, and he groans at the sight. "To keep you quiet I'd have to fuck your throat until you couldn't speak any longer."

Risotto stands from his seat and walks towards you, reaching his hand out. You accept it nervously and he pulls you to your feet, dragging you in until you're pressed against his body. He's so warm that it's uncomfortable, and you can feel his hard cock against you. He leans in so that his nose is pressed against your neck and inhales deeply before he murmurs your name. "I'm not done yet. Every inch of you... I'd use you until you couldn't move any longer. To see you like that, having given everything to me but your life..." He grits his teeth and breathes out, harsh. "And then I'd kiss you long and hard, until Metallica is desperate to slice your neck open and finish what I started. You'd look so beautiful like that. So perfect."

He leans back to look at you, the wide-eyed expression on your face furthering the arousal that had built up in his body. "And even then, I'd use you one last time. No one could ever compare to you." Silence fills the air, Risotto no longer having any words to share. You're unsure what to say at all - it should disgust you and send you running, but... You asked. And something about it, deep down, had you hanging off of Risotto's every word.

[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. 

[baby-zakarii]

Another baby bag, this time it's Risotto's baby bag!

He's actually my 2nd favourite character next to Rohan💖 I think Risotto would definitely be a younger kiddo, so I gave him a lot of baby toys and a bottle🖤 My random headcanon about him is that he makes tiny metal animals with Metallica, so he always has something to play with!🦋

Written list of items under the cut:

- pacifier

- blanket

- chewelry

- bottle

- squishmallows

- baby snacks

- toy keys

- toy cars

- stim toys

- finger crayons

- kiddo makeup

[stardustedsins]

Kiss prompt #45: a kiss out of anger

Risotto Nero/reader (fem reader)

TW for canon-typical Metallica use (vaguely described) and a dangerous situation with potential for sexual assault (nothing happens)

Okay, so maybe you’d gotten yourself in too deep. And maybe you should’ve listened to Risotto. 

You’d run your plan by him: you’d do a little seduction, drawing your target out of the building into the alley where you could kill him without witnesses. From what you know about the creep, it shouldn’t be hard to catch his eye. Risotto had vetoed the idea, and you’d disobeyed and run your plan anyway. 

To be fair, you’d tried things his way first. You were supposed to wait for the man to step out for a smoke break, but judging by the hard candies he kept pulling out of his pocket, he’d recently started trying to quit. So you’d gone with Plan B.

And it had worked, at least at first. The target had followed you outside after a little showing off and winking. You just hadn’t planned on him bringing three tall, burly friends with him. 

Your stand can only affect one person at a time, and your regular human fist fighting skills are subpar. The men have you caught before you can make the kill or flee to regroup. 

“What’sa matter, beautiful? You were awfully inviting just a minute ago.” The target laughs as one of his thugs holds you with your arms twisted behind your back. 

He reaches out to stroke your face, and you bite his hand. He slaps you for it, clutching his bleeding hand close to his chest. 

“You bitch!” He reaches out again, but before he can touch you, his hand falls off, cut from his arm by a circular saw blade formed under the skin. Metallica, you recognize with relief.

The target screams, but it’s cut off quickly enough by the sharp, newly formed metal in his throat. The man holding you drops to the ground in his own agony, followed by third as he tries to run. It’s a mess, and you’ve got blood on your clothes, and it’s not at all how this job was supposed to go.

Risotto reveals himself at the end of the alley, looking murderous. 

“I told you we weren’t using your plan.” He growls. “I’m the leader of this team for a reason, and that means you obey my decisions.” 

“But-“ 

He grabs your chin, firmly but not roughly, and tilts your lips up to meet his in a bruising kiss. You can feel the slide of your lipstick smearing against his mouth. The taste of it mixes with the tang of iron. 

You have to stop and catch your breath when he finally releases you. He wipes a bit of blood off your cheek with a swipe of his thumb and turns to leave the alley.

“Come on. I’ll call in a cleanup.”

Wow. You’ve never been the target of his intensity like that. You get the sense it wasn’t really just going against orders that had him upset. Maybe your capo is jealous.

[edwinflores428]

Happy Spoopy Month~!!!

Can finally show off my sona's costume dressed up as Risotto Nero from Golden Wind! Just had to draw him after watching how close he was to winning the fight against Doppio/Diavolo~

I also learned several new tricks while making this piece and I really like how the blood came out too~

Enjoy~

[lady-of-endless]

Risotto Nero romantic headcanons (sfw+nsfw)

Author's Note: Sorry for being an old-school romantic and writing headcanons like these, don't come at me. I wanted to take my time with Risotto as he is so complex. I really hope that those are not too far-fetched. I hope you'll enjoy it! The lovely gif is not mine, I'm thanking the owners for it.

P.S. Prosciutto will be next. I just have to calm down from the feels I have for the husband, I mean Prosciutto.

SFW

- The most beneficial context for your relationship is for it to start off as a partnership, a team. This way, you go through many critical and dramatic experiences together and that will only bring you closer and strengthen your connection. Even after confessing, this dynamic remains, you are still a team, watching for each other.

- Everything about him indicates a slow burn. From obtaining his trust first and then his heart. Even after those two are won, he's still reluctant to the new dynamic. He will never deny those feelings even if he thinks that someone in his position should. Risotto is not just rationally intelligent but also emotionally intelligent so he knows that such desires of the heart cannot be stopped. He doesn't deny the feelings but he suppresses them. He knows how complex those emotions are and that's the problem, it complicates everything around him and you. But little by little, he starts giving in and surrendering to his love.

- At first, he analyzed you only from a strategic point of view (regarding your abilities and how you can work with his team) and in time, it escalated into a deeper and more emotional point of view. Because of this and because Risotto values other opinions and perspectives from his teammates, he seeks advice. No, he won't ask directly but he'll be more attentive when the others talk about you. However, the only one who Risotto might ask for an opinion is Prosciutto because he shares some morals and principles with him. Surprisingly, Prosciutto will put his rational arguments aside a little bit because more than the respect and admiration he holds for Risotto, he wants him to experience this sort of happiness.

- Risotto will not know how to react when receiving your affection, at first. There are many thoughts and morals that don't let him receive affection right. Many of those thoughts are regarding his line of work. He has made peace with the fact that he's not a good man, that he doesn't deserve good things. He's okay with it now, he did what he had to do.

- His preferred love language is acts of service. He's used to doing things for others (but even so he doesn't see how selfless he is) so acts of service are his way to show his feelings. He would do anything for his close ones so for you, his loved one, he would die for you, kill for you, protect you, anything, you name it. Plus, Risotto is always very observant and because his interest is your well-being, he pays extra attention to your needs. About receiving, it can be anything. Again, he doesn't see himself worthy of love.

- He rarely smiles so when you finally catch a glimpse of this rare occasion and compliment him, Risotto is lost. Any sort of comment like this will have him feel things he never felt before, in a good way. As a result, he starts smiling softly more at you in privacy.

- If you get severely injured on a mission, he still keeps his composure in your presence while helping you, patching you up, and even trying to heal you with Metallica. He's serious while doing it but it will be the only time in which his hands start trembling. After helping you, while you rest, he's still there watching over you fully neglecting his need for rest. As you sleep and he looks at your injuries, that's when his composure breaks. The guilt he's feeling is heavy in his heart, thinking how this way of life is not what you deserve and it's his fault.

- He's capable of many things, he's also a strategist but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have moments in which it all gets too much to process. That's where you come to the rescue. He doesn't want to pass his difficulties to you so it will take a lot for him to let himself tell you what's wrong.

- Secrecy and subtility are a must. But he'll get you (he'll make it), a dainty and thin silver bracelet with a charm that resembles some sort of blade. Whenever he's thinking of you and wants to let you know it, you'll feel that bracelet move a bit from his magnetism, as a reminder.

- As subtle as he thought he was, in time, every member of La Squadra will know what his feelings are towards you. Melone was the first to notice the way Risotto looked at you. Since his discovery, Melone couldn't keep it for himself and since then, they all started behaving suspiciously. They smirk every time you talk to Risotto about missions and other formal details, they try to let the two of you alone more, and so on.

NSFW

- Contrary to popular belief, he's not rough (not every time at least) or freaky behind closed doors. His usual and favorite approach is slow and deep. He likes to take his time with it as he sees sex as not just a way to get pleasure but a moment of deepening the connection you have already.

- He never wants to use sex as an outlet for his pent-up frustrations and stress but if you give him the green light, he might give into it when things get too much to bear. But he still holds back a little bit, worried about how rough he can easily get. If you're into this rough approach as well and it's noticeable, he'll feel less guilty but still careful.

- He can go on with the foreplay for hours. Risotto likes to feel the tension build. Enjoying the reactions and the growing desire gives him the most pleasure, more than the act itself. Because of this, he might sometimes slip into trying orgasm denial with you.

- At first, he doesn't see the point of experimenting with kinks because he's so touch-starved. He only needs you. However, gradually he will start asking you for consent about some ideas he has. Watch out for your hands. If you get them close to the metal bars of the bed, your wrists will get caught in metal bindings in the blink of an eye.

- Quiet in the beginning but soon you'll see him losing his composure and start grunting and growling close to your ear as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Not only that but you'll hear sweet words of affirmation, unheard before as he gets lost in the feeling of you.

- Aftercare is obligatory. It always gets intense, sometimes even rough, and he's aware of his size too so calming you down and taking care of you is both a way of showing his gratitude and also a duty (don't get this one wrong, he sees the act of aftercare as important as the rest of his duties, that's it). The aftercare always ends with him holding your hand and kissing it as another silent expression of his gratefulness and adoration for you. It's his unbreakable habit.

- He has to admit, he likes to mark you. Not in a possessive way, that's why those marks will only be on parts that are not usually visible. But because he loves the image and concept of your skin reacting to his affection. You can leave marks on him as long as they're not visible, again, it's about secrecy and subtility. He might feel a bit proud, just a bit, when he looks in the mirror at the scratches you left on his back.

- Doesn't get bored of being on top. After all of that slow burn and build-up of your deep connection, of course, he wants to look into your eyes when you both let yourselves be engulfed in the pleasure. Might even get a little mischievous with it when he's in a good mood. "If you look away, I'll stop."

The only situations in which you are the one on top are when you simply ask for it or when you tell him you want to help him relax. Hearing those words coming from you while you start touching him with care and warmth is going to be the death of him.

- Not a fan of quickies. He needs the whole thing. As mentioned before, he needs to feel the tension built and loves taking his time with it. But also, above all, he wants to treat you right so a quickie will never be enough for this.

[cinnbar-bun]

The Outlaw Torn

Pairing: Risotto Nero x GN!Reader

Summary: "The more I search, the more my need for you / The more I bless, the more I bleed for you."

Risotto Nero reflects during a rainy day, all while trying to avoid the way everything reminds him of you.

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~1.3k

Notes: Risotto Nero you will always be famous <3 enjoy some pining Risotto who broods for you. Title based off 'The Outlaw Torn' by Metallica. No spoilers, pre-VA, reader is GN.

AO3 link here!

Napoli during this time of year rains plenty. The smell of the rain against the stone roads makes him pause and inhale deeply. A young child accidentally brushes past him, clinging to her hat as she carries a roll of bread from the nearby bakery. He glances to the other side of the road and notices a businessman holding an umbrella and jogging while he clings to his business papers, some of which were flying behind him. 

Napoli is full of life, even in the rain, something you taught him. Every lesson he learns from you, he keeps close to his heart. He closes his eyes, just letting the rain drench him. A bike bell rings as he feels a draft of air zoom past him. A young boy swears at him in Italian for just standing there, but he does not move or even flinch. 

Napoli is beautiful, but it will never be as beautiful as you. It will never be enough, not in the way you were. 

But he knows why you are not here, by his side, with him, for him. He opens his eyes and looks at his reflection in a window on at a small jewelry store. 

Black sclera… red eyes… those are his most standout and defining traits. You said they were entrancing, that you wanted to look at them for a long time- something he didn’t usually allow. But for you, he could spare the time and have you appreciate his form. 

The jewelers were releasing a new type of ring and diamond cut for the season. A teardrop shape to recognize the rainy season in Napoli. 

Would you like something like that?

His mind wanders briefly before he turns away and continues to walk back to the hideout. 

Patience. Don’t think of such things yet. 

It’s rather selfish, really. It is because of him that you did not get closer to one another. 

Risotto Nero knows better than to let his emotions get the best of him. 

But you, you are an anomaly that ruined him, took parts of him and held it hostage, refusing to give them back. 

He almost wished for you to keep them so you could remember him, at the very least. 

Risotto knows it’s in poor taste to pursue you, after all, what assassin would ever keep a living trace of their existence somewhere? Who would ever allow for someone to get so close to them? Who would allow a piece of their heart to be free outside and possibly get injured as collateral? 

Selfishness, really, is what keeps him thinking about you. If he was the same 18 year old who mercilessly hunted and killed his cousin’s murderer, you wouldn’t even be on his mind. He wouldn’t have ever entertained such a thing. But twenty-something Risotto has admittedly grown softer- perhaps due to a combination of La Squadra and your continued presence in his life. 

He knows you would wait for him forever if he asked. He knows that you love him too deeply, too much for him to ever deserve. He couldn’t have found a more devoted and loyal person in all of Italy if he tried. He knows that and it kills him in more ways than it has any right to. 

But the Risotto in his twenties knows something his younger self would never know.

You shouldn’t be with him. 

You should be free, loved by a man who can offer you safety, comfort, and an easy life that does not put you in danger at every turn. 

Even though every drop of blood in his body rushes for you, even though he would gladly bleed out for you- you don’t deserve his bullshit, he reckons. Even though he yearns to hold you close, prays for a chance to call you his and his alone, he knows it’s for the best you’re not beside him. 

He can’t trust himself around you. You make him want something beyond revenge or money or territory. You’ll be a distraction. 

That’s what he tells himself over and over, because Risotto is a selfish man who only has one thing on his mind- power. 

He’s too good at his job, too good at killing and ending lives for the sake of his mission. And yet, here he is, untrusted by that very same boss who orders him around, no territory to claim for his squad, and hardly any money from the drug trafficking in the streets. It pisses him off that due to his success, he cannot reap the rewards from his completed assassinations. 

If he allowed himself to be swayed by you, he probably wouldn’t mind this arrangement and would continue to do as told. 

But it’s quite a headache, he has to admit. He knows a few of the leaders even live in mansions by the shore or expensive penthouses and can overlook their territory. He has none of those, and it’s apparent with every passing day how little his boss thinks of him and his squad. 

I don’t even need a mansion… I need that villa near the gardens and the shops below. 

That villa has been your dream for a long time. He can remember the first time you absentmindedly pointed it out to him, wistfully sighing as you admitted you wanted it. 

“My dear grandfather was friends with the owner, so we’d visit sometimes. It’s the most beautiful house ever.” 

Risotto hadn’t ever cared about houses or decorations much, but after a curious look around the place at night, he had to agree that it is a nice home. It would be a lovely place to call his own, but more than that, it would have you, and that immediately made everything better. 

Would you be happy in that home? Would you like to walk beside him to the marketplace below? Would you enjoy sitting on the veranda with him while you two drank cappuccinos in the morning? 

These questions and the many what-ifs he would conjure up plagued him like this every day. He didn’t feel the cold rain pour down on him continuously, only thinking of you smiling at him in your shared villa. It was sunny in that dream, warm and loving. He didn’t mind the terrible weather now, even with how it soaked his clothes and chilled his bones. 

He exhales and lets the rain wash over him more before he decides to continue walking back to the hideout. 

He couldn’t see you yet. Not yet… he wasn’t ready. He didn’t have the influence he wanted- needed- to offer you what you deserved. 

The walk to his place is somber and silent as Napoli is sheltered inside warm houses from the rain. He curses himself for encouraging you to stay away. The farther you are, the closer he wants you. The more he tells himself to stop, the more he wants to go. The more he tries to shield himself from these feelings, the more he falls deeper into these desires. 

Just as he is about to cross the street, he glances to your house. It’s right there, a mere block from his hideout. So close, yet so far. He stops in front of your door, unsure if he should take the risk or make such a jump. 

He’s torn, torn between protecting you from his lifestyle and keeping you bound to him as his love. 

He aches for you, desires you, needs you. But he can’t say that without complicating everything. He swallows, ready to turn heel and continue to his home, to La Squadra and his dirty life. 

Yet, for some reason, he finds himself stepping toward your door. It’s as if his body is on autopilot, forcing him, magnetizing him to you again. He sighs and makes a fist, rapping his knuckles against your door. 

…Well… a few moments away from the rain is never a bad idea. Especially in Napoli, where life is beautiful all around.

[iggysolosgoku]

Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 19

Requests are open!

Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU

TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan

Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow

[illubean]

JJBA Masterlist

The Jojos

Jonathan Joestar

W/ an Avatar!Reader

Joseph Joestar

W/ an Avatar!Reader W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Jotaro Kujo

Relationship Headcanons (sfw and nsfw) W/ an Avatar!Reader W/ a Blair!Gf W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Josuke Higashkita

nothing here yet

Giorno Giovanna

Cuddling Headcanons

Jolyne Kujo

nothing here yet

The Jobros & Jofoes

Part 2

Caesar Zeppeli

nothing here yet

Lisa Lisa

nothing here yet

Wamuu

W/ an Avatar!Reader

Part 3

Kakyoin Noriaki

W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Muhammad Avdol

W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Jean Pierre Polnareff

W/ an IdenticalTwin!Reader

Part 4

Okuyasu Nijimura

nothing here yet

Koichi Hirose

nothing here yet

Yukako Yamagishi

nothing here yet

Part 5

Bruno Bucciarati

Cuddling Headcanons Relationship Headcanons

Leone Abbacchio

Cuddling Headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

Relationship Headcanons Cuddling Headcanons

Guido Mista

Cuddling Headcanons

Fugo Panoccotta

Cuddling Headcanons

Trish Una

Cuddling Headcanons

Risotto Nero

W/ an Avatar!Reader

Part 6

Ermes Castillo

nothing here yet

FF

nothing here yet

Weather Report

nothing here yet

Narciso Anasui

nothing here yet

please feel free to request for any of these characters or characters unlisted

[love-overdrive]

Writing Masterlist

This is a masterlist where all my fics and writings will be collected. I'll be sure to update it as soon as possible. Detailed notes and tags can be found in the fic as well.

You can also find my works on my AO3 under the series name "OC Works" for easier access to my OC-only stories.

Please enjoy, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged for future writings. Thank you!

Mary Yazawa (Mary 4) [JJBA: Diamond is Unbreakable]

Ordinary Miss Yazawa Pt. 1: The house for sale next door to the Higashikata's was quickly bought by someone. Josuke wonders who it could possibly be before he finally gets to meet his new neighbor, a young woman named Mary Yazawa. However, Tomoko can't help but think something doesn't add up with this new arrival. [Platonic! Tomoko and Josuke x OC; no romance, SFW, Comedic]

Knocking on Heaven's Door: Mary insists on having Koichi take her to see her old acquaintance, Rohan Kishibe. Rohan, however, is less than thrilled to see his "rival" at his door. [SFW, Rohan x OC]

Concerning the Duwang Boys at Mary's House. [OC Ramble, SFW]

Mary Giovanna (Mary 5) [JJBA: Vento Aureo/Golden Wind]

Crayon Drawings: Haruno is surprised when he opens the door to see a random American girl waiting outside one day. Although they're supposedly related, Haruno isn't too keen on sharing his room with her or getting too comfortable with her. But... maybe this new girl isn't all that bad. Even if neither of them can speak the same language. [Platonic! Giorno Giovanna/Haruno Shiobana x OC; no-romance, SFW]

"Prima Donna, your song shall never die" [OC Backstory, no romance, poisonings, SFW]

Concerning the aftermath of "Prima Donna" [OC Backstory, no romance, Risotto Nero cameo, mentions of death and killing, SFW]

Mary Valentine (Mary 7) [JJBA: Steel Ball Run}

"Heart" Beat: He shouldn't have been alive. But with his "heart" reaffirmed and given a second chance at life, he's willing to do whatever it takes. [Funny Valentine backstory, no romance, SFW]

On Mary meeting Diego and Johnny as children... [OC Ramble, Childhood, no romance, SFW]

Concerning Mary's abilities and attitudes... [OC Rambles, SFW]

Concerning Mary's relationship with her father, Funny Valentine [OC Ramble, SFW]

[bxd-decisions]

⸻ RISOTTO NERO MASTERLIST

• SFW || ° NSFW

⸻ HEADCANONS

° NSFW headcanons

[kirieshhhka003]

no Risotto requests? Let's fix this! Ris smut with a smaller s / o and who makes curious noises, inside and outside the room? "I want to see what other noises you make" jjssj 😳

AN: Decided to combine two requests bc i can’t imagine Risotto without size kink. And god, this is kinda self insert bc I always make some silly weird noises, I just wanna be Capo’s small sugar baby (and it’s not bc of my short height you fuckers)

Pairing: Risotto Nero x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, kinda cheesy, fluffy smut

It is really a rare occasion - Risotto finally took a few days off and decided to spend all of them at home with you. You’ve been basking in each other’s presence, fawning and spoiling one another with affection and love, devoting every single moment to beloved. Now you’re standing at the kitchen counter, brewing fragrant melissa tea for both you and your fiancé while the last one lounges on the soft cushions of big couch, mindlessly staring at the bright pictures changing each other quickly on TV screen, listening with half an ear to the operator’s soothing voice telling about baby penguins and their first attempts to swim

You let the herbs steep for a few minutes, waiting for tea to infuse, then pouring steaming liquid into two mugs, adding sugar into yours. Risotto never adds any sweetness to his drinks, be it tea or even espresso - this man puts no sugar into it, saying that it only distracts from the main taste

Suddenly you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and you jolt form surprise - you didn’t hear nor the sound of steps or rustling of clothes, but there is no doubts it’s your beloved one - Risotto

You turn around in man’s arms and raise your head to face him. Colorless hair is slightly disheveled on his occiput, red mark is visible on his right cheekbone (he’s probably laid on his right side, propping up his head with an arm), eyes half-lidded and hazy with sleepiness. Risotto’s huge warm hands slowly come lower from your sides, lovingly tracing all the curves of your body, then gripping on your buttocks peeking seductively from under the bottom of your cute home bootyshorts, carefully molding soft flesh between his fingers

Wide smile creeps onto your face and you lean into Risotto’s touch, resting your head against man’s broad chest, listening to his heart beating steadily inside of his rib cage. Man plants a chaste kiss on the top of your head before you look up at him and your lips meet in a slow sloppy kiss. Your hands find albino’s biceps, feeling his muscles flex under pale skin as man trails his palms up and down your sides, caressing your body through the thin fabric of your tank top

Suddenly Risotto grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you up and sitting your tiny body on the dining table. He parts your legs with his knee, settling his way bigger frame between your thighs, his hands come up to squeeze your waist and soft hips. Silly giggle escapes your chest, you grip on man’s strong shoulders as he nestles his face into the crook of your neck, littering your skin with small kisses. You roll your head to the side, revealing more of your body to albino, basking in all the caressing he generously gives you

Risotto grinds his groin against yours and you can feel the growing bulge in his pants rubbing right against your sex. You let out a small mewl, splaying your legs wider and wrapping them around Nero’s huge torso, fully relaxing under his tender, yet fervid touches. You can’t see that, but you know that gentle smile adorns man’s thin lips - he loves all those sounds you make, and you definitely won’t stop indulging him in that

You tug on the hem of Risotto’s black Slipknot shirt (his favorite one) and man complies, taking the garment off, revealing his brawny torso to your greedy eyes, and it takes you a lot of self-control to not drool over his worked-out abs. Your reaction amuses him - you’ve seen him naked so many times but still get so enthralled by his body (oh how much it strokes his ego). Your arms run up and down man’s body, giving his ass a quick playful squeeze in a process

Risotto leaves a few light kisses on your neck and his lips feel hot as fire against your skin. He straightens up to rest his forehead against yours as he looks you straight in the eyes and you can’t help but slowly drown in his red irises, flooded with love and immense adoration towards you. The feeling of butterflies filling your stomach tickles your insides and the only thing you’re capable of doing is to arch your back, pressing your torso into albino’s bare abdomen, and whispering breathily “I love you” into man’s red from kissing lips

He only kisses you in response and it’s more than enough - Risotto has never been the best with words and you totally understand that. Albino pulls back breaking your kiss just to litter your face with a dozen of new ones. Small titter leaves your lungs, you feel fire emerging in your tummy and you subconsciously buck your pelvis upwards, grinding against your fiancé, making him hiss quietly

Your nimble fingers grip the waistband of man’s sweatpants, maneuvering them together with his underwear just enough to free his half-erected cock from its restrains and giving it a gentle pump with your fist. Nero hums approvingly at this, slightly rocking his hips into your hand to get more of pleasurable friction. His hands come up to your breasts, groping them and playing with sensitive nipples through the fabric of your top, not bothering to take it off of you

Albino’s big hands make quick work to those cute shorts of yours, easing them down your thighs together with your panties, and here you are - so open and vulnerable, splayed on the table before Risotto, ready to take everything he gives

Risotto wraps his hand around his thick cock, giving it a few strokes before sliding the tip between your slicked labia starting from your clit and down to your throbbing hole. When his swollen tip catches your entrance man moves away a little, making you whine and wriggle on the smooth surface of table

- Stop teasing, - you complain meekly, furrowing your eyebrows in discontent. Risotto only chuckles at your cute pout, leaving a light kiss on your temple

Man finally takes pity of you, sliding his member down your slit, aligning himself with your awaiting entrance. Albino carefully pushes himself inside your body until his cockhead is fully in and then he stops. You rise your eyes on his face angrily, his lips are stretched in a wide leer. You open your mouth, but before any complains leave your lips man ruthlessly pushes all of his length down your pussy in one string thrust, stretching your inner walls just perfectly, making you yelp loudly. Risotto then slowly slides out of your shaking body, only leaving the tip inside, and then repeating his actions again, forcing his dick balls deep inside of your silky clutch

Risotto then picks up a steady pace - not so fast, but enough to make you squirm from pleasure in his arms, forcing himself in and out of your little cunny with deep sensual thrusts. You tip your head back, shamelessly moaning out your lover’s name and Risotto uses this opportunity to leave a huge lovemark right above your Adam’s apple where you’ll have hard times covering it up

You run your fingers through Risotto’s snow-white hair, muffling it slightly. It’s surprisingly soft and incredibly pleasant to touch, even before your relationship had started, man’s hair has always attracted you in some way. At first albino got slightly baffled by your gentle gestures, jumping in his seat every time you tried playing with his unpigmented locks, but quickly grew liking your caresses

Your tender touches seem to add fuel to the fire burning in his stomach and albino fastens the pace on which he’s fucking you, forcefully rocking his hips against yours, making you choke on your own moans

Risotto rests both of his hands on the table behind your sides, propping himself up and leaning even closer towards you. Your body jolts softly with every new impaling thrust of man’s hips against yours, making you whine pitifully as you feel your orgasm coming

- Such a good little girl, taking me in so perfectly. You like what I do to you? - albino utters against your ear, his voice is raspy from the lack of using. You nod aggressively in response, mumbling “yesyesyesilikeitsomuch” and gripping tighter on his arms, wanting to be as close to your fiancé as possible

Albino gets on what you want and presses your tiny frame into his, but what you definitely didn’t expect is for male to pick you up from the table, fucking you in upstanding citizen, making penetration even deeper. Your eyes roll back as his heavy cock gets so incredibly deep inside of you, tip hitting your cervix with every thrust and your clit rubbing against his pubic, pushing you further to the edge. You tighten your grip on man’s broad shoulders to secure yourself from falling (not that Risotto will let you to, but ya know, just in case) and lock your ankles behind his waist, nibbling gently on his neck to muffle your loud cries a little

- Just like that, you’re doing such great job. Let me hear all those precious sounds you make, princess, - albino tuts lecherously into your ear and you gladly follow his instructions, moaning sweetly as his dick strokes every single sweet spot of your cunny, with every new move of his hips nearing both your and his own highs

You don’t last for long, Risotto mercilessly wrings orgasm from you with every new shuttering thrust. Your inner walls clamp around Risotto’s cock, pushing him to the brink of cumming. Electricity shots up your spine, blurring your vision and bringing your body and mind to the state of pure ecstasy. Your lips fall agape in silent moan, you start trembling and your toes curl as intense orgasm washes over you

Risotto feels his climax building and he literally bounces your shaking body on his dick, using you like his fucktoy, soon shooting his heavy load of cum into your throbbing cunny with a low growl. He makes a few more thrusts, riding out your orgasms before carefully sitting you back on the table, placing a small kiss on your forehead

Albino slowly pulls his waning cock out of you, watching his thick cum leaking out of your gaped cunny. You whine, laying back on the table, your body still shaking in sweet aftershocks of orgasm

- My fucking god, babe, - you utter quietly, voice slightly hoarse from moaning so loud. Risotto chuckles at your words, his warm hands rub your thighs, sending goosebumps running up your spine

- Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up, - man maunders gruffly, picking you up again and heading to the bathroom. You feel too tired to complain and just let your beloved do what he wants

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[baby-zakarii]

D J O fr Babi risotto

D - dinner [What is their favorite meal to eat for dinner when regressed?]

He loves any kind of pasta, especially carbonara! Prosciutto is a good cook and he loves making meals for the baby!

J - jammies [Do they have a pair of pajamas they wear when going to bed? What does it look like?]

This Kuromi set! I have it and it's super comfy!

O - oops! [Do they tend to be clumsy or make a lot of mistakes when regressed?]

A lot! Ris is blissfully unaware of his size and strength when he's small so he's always bumping into things or breaking them (which results in tears as poor kiddo is anxious). That's why he always needs someone to supervise him when he's little

[gum-gum-time]

Risotto Nero relationship headcanons [NSFW]

Do I have a shit ton of IT assignments that I haven’t even started working on that are due on Monday? Yes. Is writing about Risotto’s dick more important to me? Also yes.💖

SFW:

Being in a relationship with Risotto is weird, to say the least. If you aren’t involved with Passione, he will refuse to tell you absolutely anything about his job or get you involved in any sort of way. He’ll refuse to talk about literally anything.

If you are affiliated with Passione, you will know what he does regardless if you work with La Squadra or not. He doesn’t mind it as long as you accept him for what he is.

He'll mostly work during the day, coming home late in the evening the only thing on his mind will be relaxing with you.

Risotto's way of showing affection is a lot more physical than you’d expect. He especially likes kissing your forehead or hugging you from behind. He also likes holding you close when you sleep, watching over you makes him feel more at ease.

NSFW:

Risotto is very much a top and a dom.

He definitely has his dick pierced, he has a Jacob’s ladder and an ampallang.

Risotto is kinky, he is into BDSM and overstimulation. Nothing brings him more pleasure than seeing you under him shaking and squirming. He's open to trying anything you want as long as it doesn’t involve anything dangerous, he already sees too much agony in his line of work and he’s not keen on bringing it to an environment where both of you feel safe.

Risotto loves hearing your voice, every time you moan it just spurs him to fuck you harder and harder. The same thing goes for praise or compliments, just hearing you say things like “Every inch of my body is yours” or “No one can make me cum like you do” will drive him wild.

Be prepared to be pampered the morning after, Risotto will be pretty much at your beck and call. He knows that he can be intense sometimes and he's willing to make up for it in any way he can.

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risotto jerks off to chubby reader in the next room on an assassination mission in a shitty hotel where the walls are too thin; presses one hand to his mouth to muffle any stray groans and has the other wrapped around his cock as he imagines using Metallica to make handcuffs and how the metal would bite into the plump flesh of your wrists.

formaggio jerks off to chubby reader whining and huffing and puffing as he thinks of that look of surprise on your face when he calls you honey-sweetie-baby and thinks about crooning even lewder things into your ear whilst you bounce on his cock and he gets to enjoy the view of just how much of you bounces with every movement.

illuso jerks off to chubby reader in the mirror realm, where he can be as shamelessly loud as he wants. he catches sight of himself in a mirror, actually, looking tousled and blissed - and he imagines settling you in front of him with a mirror before you, so that you too can watch how your body accommodates the stretch and girth of his cock. you look so pretty with the plump lips of your cunt clinging to him.

prosciutto jerks off to chubby reader in annoyance that you’ve distracted him from the mission at hand - his overbite digging into his lip as he thinks about stockings digging into your full thighs and how they pinch at the chub, digging in - imagines his own hands and just how far they’d sink into that same chub, as he used them to spread your thighs wider and wider and takes his time giving you the most thorough fucking of your life.

pesci jerks off to chubby reader with guilt churning in his gut; but the strength of that guilt does not come close to the powerful strength of wanting that flashes through him when you drop honeyed words of encouragement into his ear. he imagines those same words of encouragement dropping from your lips now, as he also envisions himself between your thighs with his mouth pressed against your core. he imagines your soft thighs warming his ears, and how prettily your words would sound broken up by whimpers and gasps of his name.

melone jerks off to chubby reader without a care in the world on being caught; imagines your body bent into almost painful contortions as he fucks into you and has your name on his lips with every pump of his cock. his mind can’t help straying back to your generous hips, though - and just how pretty they’d look with the added decoration of his hands squeezing them, the soft flesh pooling between his fingers. too, he thinks of the curve of your ass splattered with his come - though it’s the thought of burying that come deep inside of you that pushes him over the edge.

ghiaccio jerks off to chubby reader with his teeth grit and his cheeks red, annoyed that images of your chest and your tummy and your hips and thighs when you wear tight clothes are seared into his mind when he just wants to jerk off in peace. he gives into his imagination far too easily, though - and imagines fucking you from behind and how good every bump of his hips against the softness of your ass as he bottoms out inside you would feel.

sorbet and gelato jerk each other off to the thought of chubby reader; sorbet whispering darkly into gelato’s ear about just how roughly he would treat you, and just how pretty you’d look speared and squirming and speared on every inch of sorbet’s huge cock. gelato responds, his voice hoarder even than usual, with describing how he’d like to see your chubby cheeks and glossy lips wrapped around his cock - and how, too, he’d love to see his come decorating and ruining that pretty much doe-eyed, clueless expression you’re always giving them when they press you a little too tightly and hungrily between them.