#risotto nero x male reader

[privitivium]

Yandere risotto? YANDERE RISOTTO.

Definitely the type to stalk you when you tell him not to lol (ESPECIALLY when he use his invisibility)

Overprotective in a way? Idk

I just need yandere risotto content tbh lol.

,,ye,,, yes,,,, yandere risotto nero,,, teehee. i agree. overprotective nero is so real bro ufhghhgh sry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by...

yandere subbot risotto nero rambles!!

amab reader, cw;; stalking. masochist nero - mild nipple play, mild exhibition, nsfw in general. creep nero.

risotto being overprotective all nonchalantly bro,,, so cute. you hanging around him, but not one to make eye contact for too long... you didnt really wanna tell him he's just too much of an edgelord with his piercing crimson eyes that he technically had no control of the color - making sure to compliment him instead of saying something that might make him upset - and those carelessly muttered compliments send the hulking edgy mass of muscle into a fucking tizzy. gotta keep up his cool and enigmatic nature though, so he cant be all squirming around out of giddiness... he has an equanimous nature to uphold...

getting all weird when you get ready to leave the base as usual, having nothing else to do - it was randomly that you would suddenly leave... he was always so curious on where you were going, you know??? he cant help that he follows you - even if you explicitly tell him not to... just to find you owning some sort of condo, slinking in from behind after you leave a gap between you and the door - managing to survey the surroundings. what was this place? someone else obviously lived here. family?.. bringing it up when you get back to base...

ㅡcomplaining to him, a little careless that he admits indirectly to stalking you, "it's just stuffy in here with this sausagefest, man... sometimes i need space." you shrugged, huffing in mild annoyance that he had followed you to the shared apartment you owned with some stranger you had no contact with usually - of course, risotto couldnt resent them more. except he could?!

that other person youre strangely roommates with, soaking in your presence and scent that you leave behind on the furniture?! how dare they and you. he's so polite to you, a gentle hulking beast of a man, treating you as his lovely subordinates yet reprimanding you when needed. it may not seem like it, but there's a drastic difference between how he treats the others and you. notably... mildly gentle. can't that be enough? i mean... he's fine with it... he just has to find a way to make you like being around the base and the others instead of leaving him. but - then again, he has no problem following you;; his darling subordinate.

bro he'd be a fucking weirdo straight up,,, like. bro rooting through your clothes just to find material to jerk off with. he'd keep the articles of clothing, not one to give them back after making a mess of them - but the thought of you wearing your underwear he dirtied with his cum makes him all giddy and rock hard he releases a huge load onto your underwear.

imsgine ur getting out of the shower and not catching the way the light hits off a certain invisible character in the corner of the bathroom, him watching so intently as you dry your body off, admiring the way the water droplets cascade down your flesh,,, taking the time to leer and ever so slightly thumb over his bulge in his striped skin-tight pants that were invisible to the eye. fucking whore.

bro,, he would beg,,, pls. yeah he's supposed to be this hardened bad ass who's all edgy and cool but can't you indulge your boss for one second and make him moan like a girl.......... yandere risotto would. be the type to manipulate you lowkey. you immediately seeing the signs and shutting that shit down rq !!

"punishing" him by having him in yr lap in his chair and tugging at his dick fluidly - trying your best to make him moan aloud as you tweak his perky ass nipple with your free hand - the others fucking around outside of his "office", quietly asking risotto if he's the kind of whore who wants others to hear his disgusting whimpers. having an intense makeout session and having to make half-lidded eyecontact just to stare into those eyes you once dubbed creepy. it makes him all warm and fuzzy like a tween schoolgirl with her crush that you want to stare into his glazed crimson orbs. mocking him by calling him boss while fucking him over his desk or in his room and abusing his poor prostate while simultaneously rubbing on his thick cock - risotto...... enjoying overstimulation..... but also,,,, plugging his dick up and him actually begigng to cum on yr cock bro jeez louise

Something an edgy cool badass like him shouldnt feel - like a tween schoolgirl, he tells himself......... yet, risotto taking advantage of your affection and asking you nonchalantly to jerk off with his underwear so he can wear it... is this some kind of embarrassment thing? and does he even wear underwear. yan risotto constantly checking in on you, being a little obnoxious... but he tries to cool it, not wanting you to run off somewhere. i mean, he'd follow you without complaint, but it was still a bit tedious. he has to settle for being invisible in the same room as you as you want "alone time" and watching you jerk off into a fucking toy that he so desperately wishes was his hole - jerking off and leaving the mess on your floor for you to see just so you can "punish" him LOL.

also i love the thought,,, of fucking him while watching horror movies,,,, risotto on his back on his bed, tummy covered in his own cum and sweat, cock limp against his body. head hanging off the edge of the bed and flushed, teary face observing the television that displayed some movie that relied on jumpscares and shock value;; making him cum over and over while balls deep - abusing that magic, mystical little button along the inner walls of his taint and him relishing in the sting of his hole being stretched... he'd generally love being stuffed bro,,, wanting to cockwarm you whenever he can and whenever you allow him to. ekekfjrjgnnv

[apocalypseyoshia]

Soft Touch starved Yandere risotto x male reader Drabble

(As always minors and female and she/her identifying people please do not interact if you do you will be blocked there is explicit content including gore)

I was Reading this this and this than opened up TikTok and saccharine was the first thing I hear and it ticked a part of my brain so here

It all started when you’re hand had accidentally brushed his when you gave him his coffee, you did it with that sweet smile and just like that his heart skipped a beat

He just need you to touch him to hold him close he just need you. He needed you to hold him in those perfect arms of yours to praise him like no tomorrow he wanted you to let his head rest at the crook of you neck as he inhaled your Cologne he wanted to rest his head on your pecks he wanted you to hold in to him and for him to leave scratch marks on your back as you pound into him from behind

He just wanted you

and he would do anything for you. Anything just to see that sweet smile of yours the one that lit up a room.

He started following you around, memorizing your schedule, the things you do and don’t like, like how you loved to pick up random things and how you hated getting yelled at, especially by your half Hazard bastard of a boss. He hated that man he hated that that man tried to yell at you for your “bad life choices” because you where late to work, when he had barley had his shit together.

He hated how others treated you, especially the costumers at the caffe. he wanted to put razors in their food or have Metallica rip them to shreds from the insides out, to have them yelling screaming in pain as razor blades and scissors start pouring out of their mouths and eyes. He imaged that in his head more times than he would like to admit. But never mind that, now that he knew your schedule slowly start appearing more and more within your life.

It started with bumping into each other ‘accidentally’ more and more until you had been fairly well acquainted, after that a small friendship had been made, a friendship that risotto had nurtured slowly but steadily, he needed to keep reminding himself that he needed to take it slow if he wanted to make it into your arms, he tried to keep himself steady and it finally worked out…

Now here he was, as he slowly rode you as held on to his hips to keep him steady you thought this was his first time cute, but in reality he had been preparing for this, stretching himself out, finding the right position, even looking into (beating the information out of than killing) your ex lovers, just for you to be satisfied and it was worth it because after you both had came. he stayed on your cock and you held him close and fell back into the bed

He grabbed the covers and loosely thrown it over the both of you as you two fell asleep cuddling, well you fell asleep, risotto kept his head on your chest and wouldn’t move, he just kept staring at you like he never wanted to let go he wouldn’t let go and he would make sure no one would make him let go.

[c-nstellati-ns]

May I get some elaboration on this, good sir? I require it for scientific purposes -that anon

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE BOYS 🤭🤭💖💖💖

ok ok so. basically. we know how risotto is sporting that attire with the harnesses and exposed chest right? doesn’t that just scream bdsm to you? and not only that, i did some further thinking and came to the thought of it being ironic if he didn’t even Know what bdsm and all that other stuff was- he just thought it was interesting fashion and he would just,,, wear it to wear it, right?

then i did some more thinking and was like, “what if that intimidating cold personality of his was sort of a front he put up for his job?” bc obviously he’s going to need that iron fist over his group to make sure everything is in control. but the moment, he doesn’t have to keep up that demeanor and he’s just at a bar with the others of la squadra celebrating some big event or smth, he’s actually rather shy. he’s a lightweight who can’t handle heavy liquor so he’s always the sober designated driver for everyone. sits alone, doesn’t talk to anyone [probs scares anyone who might talk to him away w his rbf anyway], and he’s just,,, there.

that is….. until u ofc….. the reader…. our main man, our main boye……

you manage to slide in, talk him up real nice and his pale skin is already flushed. he’s never had anyone talk to him like that, let alone flirt, so he’s just sitting there,,, a little stunned but very much into it. you order him a couple drinks, to which he drinks much to his own surprise and as the night passes, hes flirting back with you, even more than you were. the liquor is making him bold, and risotto could care less now because he’s simply infatuated your voice and touches. things happen, one thing leads to another, and you’re both in the private bathrooms, touching all up on each other. ris quite frankly sucks at kissing at first, but gets real into it over time. you start getting touchy with him, slipping your hands into his pants— until he stops you.

his deep, raspy voice all whimpery and soft as he whispers out, “t-this is my first time… p-please… please take it slow…” his face is all red and he’s avoiding eye contact with you, but its clear that he’s painfully hard in his pants, thighs rubbing together… he clings on you to keep you close, making it clear he wants more despite not knowing what to do next.

well……. what happens next is up to ur imagination LMFAO

[livingdeadmlm]

Hello, may I be 👁 anon? I've sent a few requests so far and figured I'd ask

Also I'd like to request Risotto (if you do him) with a s/o that enjoys laying their head in his man boobs? Similar to what you did with Jonathan. If you don’t write for Risotto feel free to skip this!

I just want to add that I love your work and you’re probably one of my favorite JJBA writers! I hope you have a good day and stay safe!! ✨

I write for all jjba characters! I just mostly get requests for the actual jojos and pillarmen lol I’m happy that I’m some peoples favorite jjba writer 😭

He thinks it’s cute honestly

Doesn’t get why you like it so much but who is he to deny his beautiful boyfriend to rest on his chest

I think he likes to play around with your hair and face

Like squeezing your checks and moshing around your face

When you’re making your way home he can practically see if you’ve had a hard day

And he’s always right

“Hey, risotto I’m home.” Dropping your bag to the floor you sighed as you stretched your back

“Your boss gave you some of your coworker's duties today again didn't he?”

His voice slightly echoed through the house. You laughed and followed his voice to the large couch you two purchased together. Risotto was under a fluffy tan blanket, book in hand. The light of the TV was soft against his figure.

“How’d you know?” stepping forward you kicked off your shoes. “Well, you’re a few minutes late so I can tell you rushed. come here" he held his arms open for you. You practically fell onto his chest resting your head against the soft mounds of flesh.

you propped your head up staring at your boyfriend. He smiled and held your head in his hands, "Now relax handsome and rest up. We need you to have energy for tomorrow." He squeezed your cheeks and placed your head back against his chest his heartbeat was calm and gentle.

[danddymaro]

Soft Hitmen | Risotto Nero x Reader

A bit of a tender moment. 

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

Word count: 

Soft Hitmen

You'd been misinformed, terribly so. 

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

- But not this time.

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

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

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

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

"We didn't screw up," he added. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Not even a thank you was given.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The gruesome memory still gave you cold shivers.

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

You were there because you had talents. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And how could he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Idiot..." he muttered. 

- He should be.

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

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

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

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

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

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Disobedience Must Be Punished |Yandere Risotto x Reader Angst|

Warning: murder mention, slight physical violence, verbal abuse, harsh language, humiliation. 18+.

         The office of your boyfriend was one of the more forbidden places in his home, you were only requested to go to his office when you were in trouble, and you knew you were in deep shit. What you did was foolish.. it was unforgivable.

        Illuso kept a gentle grip on your arm as he led you across the pearl marble floors- the red walls were blank, not a single picture was hung. "Why did you do it, Y/N?" Questioned Illuso, his deep voice filled with concern. As he stopped in front of the heavy red door he turned toward you, red eyes staring at you with caution. His thin brown eyebrows rose, soft features alert. "Why would you kiss another man? You know how he is about you."

          You swallowed hard, Illuso’s tall form lingering over you. You met his red eyes, studying his alert features. His full lips puckered out, him biting down on the inside of his cheek.

            You've always been intimidated Illuso, just as you were intimidated by the entire group. You felt obligated to give him an answer but you did not. Not even you knew the answers as to why you cheated on your boyfriend, and when one of his workers saw you kiss that guy back you knew Risotto Nero was going to be pissed at you.

             Your boyfriend was no ordinary male, he was a capo, he was a gang boss. A gang boss that had great power. When he found you alone on the streets he offered you a chance and you took it, he was especially thrilled that you were a stand user like him. He instantly fell for you despite you having skeletons in your closets, skeletons that have finally came back to haunt you.

            "Just go, he's expected you. Risotto has asked that everyone leave the base for the rest of the night, I will be back tomorrow." Illuso gave you one last glance, a nervous glance before he walked the same path that he followed to lead you to this room.

           These empty halls were quiet- if you spoke loud enough you could hear your voice echo through these lifeless and empty walls. You wrapped your palm around the glass doorknob, squeezing the cool knob as you lingered by the door.

          When angered- Risotto was a terrifying man. He was a kind and gentle lover to you, but he expected you to behave a certain way. He didn't like when you went out alone- you were to have him or another member of the team with you at all times. You also weren't allowed to show too much skin, he didn't want any men lingering around you.

          You closed your eyes, gently shaking your head as you feared facing him. You held the glass doorknob tighter, squeezing it until your knuckles turned white. Risotto was extremely powerful and that you feared oh so deeply. You didn't mean to kiss your stupid ex, you just ran into him and got caught up in the moment. Can Risotto see that? Will you be forgiven?

           You finally decided to twist the doorknob, pressing your weight against the door as you slowly pushed it opened. You closed it behind you, swiftly closing the door; your back was turned towards him, you didn't want to face him.

         "I was shocked when I heard the news at first Y/N.. completely shocked that my own girlfriend would kiss the lips of another man," Risottos deep voice rang through your ears, light footsteps heading towards you. "I told you what would happen.. I had Ghiacco go out and kill the male.”

        You placed your palm over your mouth, forcing the shocked gasp that almost escaped from your lips silent. You felt it again.. you felt your body shaking as his deep voice taunted you. Why did he sound so calm as he told you that he killed someone? The male was just someone that you dated for four months and you found yourself caught up in some silly moment.. you made a mistake.

         "So much silence from you cara," his voice dropped to a whisper as you felt him near you, his fingers wrapping around the front of your neck as he pulled you against his slender but fit form. "Why aren't you trying to explain yourself? You must want me to beat the absolute shit out of you Y/N.. that's got to be it."

        Tears filled your eyes, rolling down your  flushed cheeks. "It was an accident Risotto.. I swear to you that it was a mere mistake. I was just caught up in the moment and I made a huge mistake!" The fear in your voice was thick, being extremely hard to hide. You were fearful of your boyfriend but you still loved him.. you just wished that he would understand.

         “Caught up in a moment with another man? If his name isn't Risotto Nero then you shouldn't be sharing a moment with him and you know that. I make these things clear to you.." his soft fingers tightened around your neck, pressing his fingers into your soft flesh. "I believe that you made a huge mistake tonight and I don't take kindly to huge mistakes."

       You choked out a small sob, pain filling your throat as his fingers tightened. "I'm begging you to forgive me. I made such a foolish mistake and I promise you that he meant nothing to me!" You didn't react to his murder in order to ease the suspicion that you knew he felt. You couldn't react.. but his death but fear in your heart.

           He removed his fingers from your throat, leaving light bruises behind. He spun you around, his hard blue eyes glaring at you sternly as he raised his hand, harshly slapping it across your cheek before roughly pushing you to the ground, your body slamming against the red carpet. "Get on your hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness. Tell me how sorry you are for being a cheating whore."

         Your hand shot up to your cheek, shielding the stinging piece of flesh as you pulled yourself to your knees. The left side of your body felt sore from the impact of the push, causing a low groan of pain to escape your lips. "I.. I'm sorry for being a cheating whore Risotto. Please forgive me," you whispered, bottom lip quivering as you kept your eyes glued to the red carpet.

         "Look me in the fucking eyes Y/N.. look me in my fucking eyes and beg harder. Do you need for me to bring out Metallica to teach you a severe lesson?" He questioned, tapping his black dress shoe impatiently across the carpet. Risotto was no man of patience when it came to you.

          You raised your head weakly, looking up at him. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry that I was a whore! Please grant me with your forgiveness and mercy!" You cried out, studying his hard features as his angry red eyes stared down at you. "I will never do anything that stupid again."

         He crossed his arms over his chest, eyebrows raising. "I forgive you Y/N.. kiss my shoes to say thank you to me for not beating the absolute shit out of you."

        You leaned down, puckering your lips as you kissed the tip of his black shoes. Having to do this was extremely embarrassing and he knew that it was embarrassing.. that was why he was making you do it. You kept yourself kneeled down by his shoes, kissing each and very square inch of the top of his shoe.

         "I trust the team around you.. I trust all six of them because I know that they won’t touch you. Those are the only people I trust with you and that will never change.." He let a low hum escape his lips, his hard red eye starting to return to his normal soft gaze as he raised his foot, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes. "Remind me.. who do you love most in the world?" He questioned, lowering his shoe as he slowly tilted his head to the side, white locks moving with his head as they rested on one side of his face.

          You stayed on your knees as you looked up at him, "I love you the most in the world," you told him, using the nickname that you like to call him. "You are my boyfriend and you will one day be my husband." You always said what he liked to hear, not wanting him to hurt you.

          "Very good Y/N.. and you are the person that I love the most in the world. That is why I must destroy everyone that attempts to steal you away from me." He let a rare smile finally appear on his smooth features, reaching a hand out towards you. "You are all mine.. and you will stay mine for the rest of your life."

         Fear swept over your body as chills ran down your spine. You grabbed his hand, letting him pull you up and snake his slender fingers around your waist. Even when he gently grasps you it feels as if you can't simply pull away from him.. you're trapped. You did not let the fear show on your face, a smile appearing as you met his gaze.

         He pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a kiss on your lips. "Don't let this happen again.. because I'll make you watch as  I beat the shit out of any male you dare to speak to that I don't directly approve of. I will beat him to death.. and I'll make you watch before taking the rest of my anger out on you."

        Your eyes widened in fear as his calm smile as he spoke of such horrendous things shook you deeply to your core- that fear you could not hide. His calming voice that whispered sweet nothings in your ear was also the voice that made you feel so terrified and afraid of him.

         The fear that he saw in your eyes made him frown. "Aw, don't be so scared beautiful. You know that I will never kill you.. I wouldn't even dream of ending your life." He placed a hand on the back of your head, gently pushing your head down to rest on his shoulder. "But what I said.. it was a promise. I promise you that you will suffer if this happens again."

         "Okay," you whispered, wrapping your shaky arms around his waist and returning his hug. You couldn't run nor ever escape Risotto; it was impossible to run away from a mafia boss. You just simply had to agree and work harder so abide by his rules, as mad as they may seem..

          "Good girl.. know your place in this world and I won't have to hurt you anymore," he whispered in your ear. "This is where you're safe.. here with me and only me."

[peggycatrerr]

i can’t stand seeing those bizarrely rampant risotto nero x reader posts for all the obvious reasons but also because they’re never even in character. they always make him into this big tough dominant possessive alpha male tsundere who’s suuuper kinky and acts like the bad boy from a mafia themed dark romance booktok self published work. let’s be real here. he would say he has no time for relationships or even sex because he needs to focus on being a tough emotionally detached mafia assassin and he’d discourage the rest of la squadra from “wasting time” on these things and then every now and then he’d give in and have a one night stand after meeting someone at a bar he went to to decompress after a really annoyingly convoluted assassination, and it’d be really normal shit like completely unnoteworthy activities and then while the other person is asleep he’d do the dramatic sitting on the edge of the bed shirtlessly feeling guilty about it thing before silently leaving and pretending nothing happened.

[cophene]

𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; twelve.

✦.⁺ nerve.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.3k+

content warning: mentions of blood and razors

═ ☆. THE BACK STORAGE AREA WAS crammed with just as many random things as the front, if not more. (Y/n) wondered fleetingly how much the pawnbroker had decided to give the people who brought in this junk.

“What are you planning to do?” (y/n) whispered to Risotto. They stopped in front of the emergency exit Spikes and Ponytail must have used. “Say they are dealing drugs back there. Is your little switchblade going to be enough to scare them? What’s your Stand ability?”

Risotto’s eyes flashed. “What’s your Stand ability?”

(Y/n) didn’t even know how to begin explaining their gossamer fabric Stand, so they said nothing. Risotto’s ability must have been equally as obscure because he turned back to the emergency exit. He pushed it open a fraction, wide enough for three male voices to float inside. Two of them must have belonged to Spikes and Ponytail. The third voice was lower, the note of authority in it telling (y/n) he was the one leading the conversation.

“You’re short this week.”

“I know, signore. We’ll get it to you.”

“It’s been pretty quiet. There was a recent one, though.”

“Two, actually.”

“What’s their condition?”

“One of them’s definitely got it. Not sure about the other one. It was hard to tell.”

“It shouldn’t be hard to get an answer.”

“We’re working on it.”

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow at Risotto. What were these guys talking about? This didn’t sound like a drug deal. Risotto frowned back at them.

“Let me know once you find out. And you shouldn’t be short next week.”

“We won’t be.”

“I’ll send you the location of the new meeting place next week. This one has been unfortunately compromised.”

(Y/n) didn’t have time to decipher what that meant before the exit door was yanked outward. Risotto fell against the space the door had just been, knocking into Ponytail. (Y/n)’s heart leapt into their throat. They immediately tried running away but not before someone grabbed their arm. Spikes.

“What the fuck?” Ponytail spluttered, reeling back. “How long have they been standing there?”

“I’m disappointed you didn’t realize sooner,” the third person said. (Y/n) couldn’t make out his face. He wore his brimmed hat in a way that covered most of it, and his long trenchcoat was bundled tight. The minute he stepped back into the streets, he would disappear.

“You better break up this shit,” Risotto snarled. “Whatever you’re doing, stop it.” He moved to rush at the man in the hat. He only managed a sharp jerk of his body before he froze in place. (Y/n) could see him straining to move. It was like some unseen hand was keeping him in place.

“You were careless,” the man in the hat said. “You were followed all the way from the university, and you didn’t notice. I should kill you right now.” The man’s words were at odds with his casual tone. Spikes and Ponytail flinched.

“We—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” the man interrupted. “Deal with these two. Discreetly.” There was a meaningful pause. “I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time, Zucchero.”

Ponytail gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “No, signore.”

“I’ll send word for you. See that this doesn’t happen again.” He glanced briefly in (y/n)’s direction before leaving the alley, his strides quick and purposeful.

(Y/n) wasted no time in trying to knee Spikes in the crotch. As soon as they tried, though, they found themself unable to move. They were as frozen as Risotto.

(Y/n)’s thoughts whirled. This must be his Stand ability. How come he gets this, but I get sparkly cloth?

“You’ve got some nerve, Nero,” Ponytail—Zucchero—said. He circled Risotto, leering at him. “Who do you think you are, sticking your face in other people’s business?”

“What, I should just let you keep harassing people?” Risotto had stopped struggling. His face was still, his dark eyes revealing nothing. It reminded (y/n) a little of the way Giorno’s face had gone completely blank.

Right before he’d used his Stand, they realized.

“Get a load of this guy, acting all high and mighty,” Zucchero scoffed. He took a few steps closer to (y/n), who Spikes still hadn’t let go of. “And who’s this? Your sidekick?”

“Who was that man you were talking to?” (y/n) asked. They tried not to show how terrified they were that they couldn’t move a muscle. “What are you even doing?”

Zucchero cuffed the side of (y/n)’s head. “Shut the hell up. We’re the ones asking questions here.”

“Zucchero,” Spikes said quietly. A warning.

Risotto was glaring so intensely at Zucchero’s lime-green head, (y/n) half-expected him to spontaneously combust. Was he trying to use his Stand on the guy? If he was, it wasn’t working.

Or so (y/n) thought.

Zucchero cleared his throat, rubbing at his neck with a frown on his face. He coughed again, harder this time.

“You good?” Spikes asked.

“Just peachy, Sale.” This time when Zucchero coughed, he doubled over. It sounded like something was caught in his throat, trying to come up.

Sale stepped away from (y/n). “Zucchero?”

(Y/n) met Risotto’s eyes. There was a glint of something in those red irises.

Zucchero hacked violently, clutching at his throat. Sale rested a hand on his back, telling him to take it easy. With a final, lung-wrenching cough, Zucchero barked out a stream of bloody saliva. The sound of something metal clinked as the blood hit the ground.

Razor blades. Zucchero had coughed up a mouthful of razor blades.

There was a beat of silence as everyone stared. Then Zucchero lunged at Risotto, swinging his fists wildly.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” he screamed, his voice cracking and raw. “You fucking used your Stand on me? I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”

To (y/n)’s horror, the translucent body of Zucchero’s Stand was also punching Risotto. Clenched in one of its fists was a small sword, and each time it made contact, there was a hiss. Risotto began to deflate as though he was a balloon losing air. It was one of the most disturbing things (y/n) had ever seen.

“Stop it! What are you doing to him?”

“Stay out of this,” Sale hissed. “If you can’t see it, don’t concern yourself. Just keep your mouth shut.”

Can’t see it? Did they think (y/n) wasn’t able to see their Stands? (Y/n) gritted their teeth, trying to pull the glittery fabric out of them again. They could use a bit of suffocation right about now. But (y/n) might as well have been trying to make themself fly. No trace of (y/n)’s Stand appeared.

What the hell is my Stand for if I can’t even make it appear?!

“Zucchero, that’s enough.” Sale grasped the back of Zucchero’s shirt and hauled him off Risotto. “Don’t kill him.”

“Why the hell not?” Zucchero seethed, practically foaming at the mouth.

“You heard him. We can’t get carried away. What are people going to think when Nero doesn’t show up tomorrow? People are gonna assume it was us.”

“I don’t give a shit what they think. Why are you just leaving Nero’s friend there? We need to make sure they don’t get any ideas.” Zucchero glared at (y/n).

“Don’t be stupid. That’s the freshman hanging out with Giovanna and Una. Touch them, and they’ll come after you. We have enough shit to deal with without them coming for our asses.”

Zucchero was still glaring at (y/n) with enough malice to make their skin crawl. With Risotto an unmoving heap beside them, (y/n) didn’t want to imagine what Zucchero’s Stand could do to them.

“I’m serious, Zucchero. We should leave. If we kill these two, people will ask questions. He needs us under the radar right now.”

Zucchero spat on the ground. “You tell Nero to stay the fuck out of our business when he wakes up,” he barked at (y/n). “He thinks he’s all that now that he’s got a Stand. He doesn’t know shit. If I find him sniffing around where he’s not supposed to again, I’ll kill him. I won’t give a shit about being discreet then.”

He stalked off, his anger almost palpable in the air. Sale released his Stand’s hold on them, and (y/n)’s limbs tingled with sudden pins and needles. They rubbed their arms, wincing.

“If you don’t want stuff like this to happen again, you’d be better off leaving Nero on his own,” Sale said, heading after Zucchero. “You’d probably be better off leaving Giovanna and Una too.”

(Y/n) tried not to let it bother them that this was now the second warning they’d received about being around Sapiena’s elite.

When (y/n) turned back to Risotto, they were shocked to find he’d disappeared. How the hell had he managed to move after being deflated like that? (Y/n) called his name, pushing open the door that went back into the pawnshop. Their chest tightened when he wasn’t there either. Going back into the alley, they tried to figure out what had happened to him.

Zucchero and Sale had left Risotto right there. Could it be possible that one of their Stands had taken him without (y/n)’s notice? How did they know Risotto hadn’t used his Stand to teleport himself or something? But (y/n)’s gut told them Risotto was still someone around here. They needed to find him. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him after he’d been beaten up so badly.

Where is he? Is this dealing with Risotto “discreetly”?

(Y/n) had reached the end of the alleyway. They stopped, worrying their bottom lip with their teeth. Risotto was nowhere in sight, but why could they sense that he was still here? Their eyes followed the bottom edge of the brick wall, where thin white trails floated.

Thin white trails?

(Y/n) looked down at their feet. The golden material of their Stand pooled around their ankles, extending outwards along the wall. (Y/n) gathered up a fistful, going to where their Stand drifted against the wall.

Maybe I’m being stupid, but is it telling me to go behind the wall?

Glancing around furtively, (y/n) followed the thin white streams to the opposite building’s emergency exit. They pushed their way inside, blinking to adjust to the dim light. Their Stand trailed along the floor, snaking underneath shelves until it stopped at a group of barrels. (Y/n) only hesitated a moment before walking up to one and lifting it open.

Risotto’s deflated body was stuffed haphazardly into the barrel as though he were a ragdoll. Hurriedly, (y/n) tipped over the barrel as gently as they could, pulling Risotto out. He was disturbingly limp, and (y/n) tried not to cringe at the strange sensation. A shiner was beginning to form over Risotto’s left eye, and his lip was split and bleeding. There were so many bruises on his face that (y/n) was afraid to wipe away the blood.

The only good news was that with so much distance put between Zucchero and Risotto, his Stand’s weird deflation ability was wearing off. Under his dark clothes, (y/n) could tell that Risotto’s body was slowly going back to normal. If (y/n) hadn’t found him, his body would’ve been crushed within the confines of the barrel as he reinflated. They didn’t understand how Zucchero could have done this, but it made them hate him all the more.

(Y/n) removed a package of tissues from their bag and gingerly blotted away the blood around Risotto’s eye.

“God, Risotto, are you okay?”

He groaned. “Where the fuck was your Stand?” he croaked, coughing up a mouthful of blood. (Y/n) handed him the tissue and eased him to a sitting position.

“I tried to … summon it or whatever, but it wouldn’t come. I couldn’t think, being frozen in place like that.” (Y/n)’s stomach twisted as Risotto tried to move and winced in pain. “I’m sorry. I should’ve done something. I just stood there while Zucchero beat you up. And then he got you inside this crate somehow.”

“Zucchero deflated me enough to drag me between the frame of the door,” Risotto rasped. “Then his Stand stuffed me in that barrel. He was probably going to come back—” he broke off his sentence, doubling over. “Goddamn.”

“Should I call the hospital?”

“Don’t. Just help me up.”

(Y/n) pulled Risotto up the best they could while trying not to hurt him too much. He leaned heavily on (y/n) as they left the alley.

Back in the main street, Risotto stoically ignored the concerned looks cast in his direction. (Y/n) called a cab, not about to let Risotto walk all the way back to Sapiena.

“How did you manage to find me?”

“My Stand decided it was a good time to show up. It made a trail straight to you.”

Risotto grunted. (Y/n) expected him to ask what their Stand was, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “I do know what they were talking about back there.” He sounded winded. “About the two recent ones.”

“Yeah?”

Risotto had to stop for a second.

“It was about you and that other guy. The guy in orange. They were talking about whether or not you had Stands.”

(Y/n)’s stomach plummeted. “Why would they need to know?”

“How the fuck would I know?” Risotto tossed his bloody tissue out onto the road. “Whatever those two are doing is probably worse than drugs.”

That went without saying, (y/n) thought.

“Zucchero just started coughing razor blades out of nowhere. How’d you get them in there?”

“I—” Risotto thought for a moment. “I don’t know the fine details, but my Stand lets me manipulate iron. It’s everywhere, in water, plants. There are concentrations of it in human blood as well.”

“Iron? So … you used the iron in Zucchero’s body to make razor blades?” (Y/n) had heard of weirder things.

“Something like that. There are probably other things I could do. I just haven’t had the chance to try it.”

(Y/n) realized Risotto must have gained his Stand only a little earlier than they had. The thought made them feel a little better.

“You couldn’t have made something bigger than razor blades, though? Scissors, maybe? A knife?”

“I didn’t even know the razor blades would work,” Risotto grumbled. “I wasn’t about to get cocky.”

according to the jjba wiki, risotto obtained his stand when he was 21, so i think that works out pretty nicely. in this au, he's just barely getting the hang of metallica lolol.

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[la-principessa-della-squadra]

Hello !! I really like the way you write for la squadra— your characterization is one of the best I've ever seen <3

Can I ask for LS having a male member who's loves to playfully flirt/tease them? (Like. hand on leg, bedroom eyes, sitting on their lap the whole nine yards) and is always "omg ur so pretty we should hang out HAHA JUST KIDDING... unless 😏"

HCS- La Squadra with a flirty male!reader

AWWWWWWWWWWWW~ Thank you so much for all your compliments, Troppo buono, troppo buono. lessss goooo

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio has a high opinion of himself because of his powerful stand and his killing skills in general. He usually works alone because of how invincible his White Album is, so when the two of you have to travel together to reach your next target, You can see He's all tense. He would probably be the one who's driving, in...silence? This is how nervous He is for this mission.

Please, always wear a safety belt when you drive with him cause If You try to break the ice by placing your hands on his knee Ghiaccio would suddenly swerve into the opposite lane and then turn back into the right one. And before you could say anything He would turn all red and the conversation would kinda go like this:

" MA SEI FUORI DI TESTA?! PER POCO NON CI AMMAZZIAMO!! CAZZO!CAZZO!CAZZO! TI SEMBRA IL MOMENTO GIUSTO PER PROVARE UNA COS SIMILE?!"

(ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! WE ALMOST GOT KILLED! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! WHY DO YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS THE RIGHT TIME TO TRY SOMETHING LIKE THAT")

"Scusa, Scusa, I was just trying to....rompere il Ghiaccio 💙 (break the ice).

"RIFALLO E VEDRAI DOVE TE LO FICCO IL GHIACCIO."

(DO IT AGAIN AND SEE WHAT'S THE NEXT THING I AM GONNA BRAKE.)

" Sorry Ghia, You're so cute when you get angry"

"Z-ZITTO! STA ZITTO PORCA MAD*NNA"

(S-SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!)

Now He's definitely flustered and would repeatedly punch the horn while outrunning the other cars.

Melone

Be careful with this individual. Melone loves when you're flirting cause he's the kind of guy who would flirt back without any problems. Careful, He gets touchy. You could be chilling at the headquarters, sitting on a sofa while waiting for Risotto orders. Melone would be porpusely sit next to you, so you can give him the bedroom eyes stare. Even if you are joking, Melone would slide his gaze all over your body while licking his lips. He could take you right there in front of everyone. Luckily,He tries a more subtle approach. His hand is suddenly on your hip and while he's pulling you closer he whispers:

"Di molto~sei in splendida in forma...non hai fatto uso di alcolici negli ultimi giorni, riesco a sentirlo dalla tua pelle..."

(Di molto~ you're in wonderful shape...you haven't drank alcohol in the last few days, that's why your skin is so soft...)

Before you could process anything of what He said, Melone has slipped his ungloved hand under your t-shirt. When did he remove the glove?! Who knows.

" ...sei stato in missione con Prosciutto, scommetto che hai respirato il suo fumo passivo."

(...You've been on missions with Prosciutto, I bet you've breathed in his secondhand smoke. )

Without any hesitations, He savors your jawline with his tongue. By the way he's gripping your skin, you think he's quite enjoying himself.

"MMH~ Bellissimo~ il sapore è ancora meglio del tatto...il fumo non ha compromesso il tuo sangue!"

( MMH~ Bellissimo~ You taste even better...Passive smoking hasn't affected your blood!)

Melone is very creepy in general and has no hesitation when it comes to get his hands in your body. As we say in Italy "Non svegliare il can che dorme" , Don't poke the bear.

Prosciutto

Another guy who thinks high of himself. He knows He's handsome and charming so your teasing and flirting does not surprise him. However, during missions He is very strict and would probably dismiss or ignoring any of your attempts (In Italy we would say:" ha una scopa nel culo", he has a bug up his ass).

If you try to flirt during a brake or outside of a mission, Prosciutto would smile back at you while puffing the smoke of his cigarette up in the air. After eyeing you with interest he would counter:

" Tch- quante storie per scroccarmi una cena. Immagino nessuno ti abbia mai portato a mangiare in un ristorante decente."

(Tch- You're making a lot of fuss just to scrounge up a nice dinner. I guess no one has ever taken you to a decent restaurant.)

Then He would get closer and offer you a drag from his cigarette.

" Non hai bisogno di riempirmi di moine per uscire con il sottoscritto. Vedi di vestirti bene però. Non ti basterà il tuo bel faccino per entrare dove stiamo andando"

(You have no need to sweet talk yours truly to get a date. Make sure to dress nice tho, your pretty face won't be enough to enter this place .)

If you still haven't take a drag from his cigarette He would cup your chin and stick the filter directly into your mouth.

"Guarda che non ti morde mica. Butta giù.Sii uomo, cazzo."

(it doesn't bite. C'mon. Breath in. Be a man, cazzo)

Illuso

This man is so vain and sleazy. if you flirt with him, He would totally flirt back but He will never take you seriously.

" Certo Amò, io voglio stare in stanza solo con te."

( No problem luv, I will share a room only with you)

If Illuso is REALLY into you, things could escalate quickly when you are alone with him. You could playfully curl your finger around one of his pigtails and He would push/drag you into the nearest mirror and say:

"E adesso cosa hai intenzione di fare la mia puttanella?"

(And now what, my little bitch?)

Formaggio

He's the funniest and the most laid back in the gang. Tell him he's looking cute today and He would be the first to trap you between his arms or on his lap and say:

"Come, Come, Come? Non ho sentito bene, ripeti un po'! "

( what'he say? I couldn't quite catch it)

Try to free yourself and He would hold you tighter until you squirm and repeat what you just said.

Risotto

Flirting with the Capo?! Do you like the taste of your own blood?! Jk. If the two of you are alone, Asking Risotto if you can sit in his lap would make him grin. He would silently invite you to make yourself at home by uncrossing his legs. If you accept his invitation tho, He would warn you:

" Attento Picciotto, non tirare troppo la corda con me. Sono sempre il tuo capo."

(Careful Picciotto, don't push your luck with me. I'm still your boss.)

Pesci

Teasing him is so fun! He's so easily flustered and your compliments makes him blush. He doesn't know how to respond to your flirts. Are you just joking?! Are you ACTUALLY into him!? He's too embarrassed to ask tho.

If the two of you are closer tho, He would actually respond to your compliments with other compliments! They would be really genuine!

"....Grazie! Anche i tuoi capelli ti stanno bene stamattina, c'hai messo il gel o la lacca?"

( ...Thanks! Your hair also looks good. Did you style it with gel or hairspray this morning?)

[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!

[yandere-daze]

Hi could you please do prompt 100 from the yandere list for risotto?

Yes! Thank you for requesting Risotto, I haven´t written anything for him yet!

Hope you like it ^^

100.” I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long. “

Yandere! Risotto with prompt 100

“….And finally, Pesci and me will handle the situation with that politician. That was all.”, Prosciutto finished his announcement. It had been time to inform everyone in La Squadra of their new missions for the coming week, so everyone had gathered in the meeting room.

“Are you sure that´s everything? You didn´t miss anything on accident?”, you asked him. It couldn´t happen again. Surely, this time there was a mistake. But Prosciutto only shook his head, throwing a quick glance at the paper in his hands before affirming your fears: “No, y/n, I didn´t make a mistake. That´s all that´s written here.”

As everyone slowly left the room, you were still staying seated, not believing that it had happened again. You once again didn´t get assigned a mission by your capo, Risotto. You just blamed it on coincidence the first few times it had happened, maybe your stand wasn´t suitable for any of your missions. But this was getting ridiculous. For the past 5 times now, you had to stay at the base while everyone else to go on their missions. Well everyone except Risotto, he only rarely went himself, spending most of his time doing mundane paperwork. This just had to end. You didn´t know why he wouldn´t let you go on missions anymore, so you decided to confront him in his office this time.

Standing in front of his door, your swallowed down your nervousness before knocking on the door, asking for a low “Come in” before entering. Your boss was once again sitting at his desk, a mountain of paperwork sitting on it. He looked up when he heard the door open and his face morphed into something that could almost be seen as a smile, at last by his standards. You swear you could never read his face. Before he could open his mouth to ask you what you wanted, you decided to let your frustration take over for your lacking confidence in his presence.

“Capo, I came to talk to you about something important. This is the fifth time in a row that I wasn´t send on any kind of mission. This is ridiculous. Do you think I´m weak, that I´m incapable of taking care of myself?! Please just assign me a mission already, I want to do something!”

“No.” That was all he said. Just a simple “no” without any explanation at all. Of course you weren´t satisfied with his response so you kept pressing on.

“Why not? If you don´t think I´m weak then why won´t you just let me do my job?!”. There was a short moment of silence between the two of you. Enough time to let you calm down from your angry state and realize that you just yelled at your boss. Looking at Risotto now, it seemed like he was internally contemplating something until he caught your gaze.

“Come here.”

Okay now you knew you were in trouble. Why would he ask you to come closer without meaning to punish you in some way? Was he going to use Metallica on you for misbehaving? You couldn´t tell at all from the look on his face, it just looked neutral, emotionless. Not wanting to anger your capo further you took a hesitant stop forward but still kept a respectable amount of distance between the both of you. Risotto now visibly looked a bit annoyed and let out a low sigh. “Closer.”, he just said while waving you over.

Even closer? Now you definitely had a bad feeling about this. You couldn’t deny your boss so you decided to do as he said, now standing directly in front of his desk, almost touching the wooden material as Risotto sat on the other side, carefully eying you. After looking at you some more with his haunting eyes, he raised his arm over the desk, reaching for your hand. A bit confused you just went along with it for now and met his hand in the middle. Letting out a pleased sigh as he claps your outstretched hand with his own, he uses his unoccupied hand to slowly trace over the back of your hand; then sliding it further up your arm with gentle brushes before suddenly tightening his grip on your arm.

“Risotto?”. You couldn´t help but call out his name in confusion and light pain. What was he doing? Why the gentle stroking if he wanted to punish you? What was your boss trying to do? Before you could contemplate his reasoning some more though, he just as suddenly pulled on your arm with great force, causing you to lose your balance and fall forward, now basically laying on top of his desk. You looked up into his eyes, still kind of dazed by what just happened and lightly grunting in pain. Ouch. As you try to gather your thoughts again, your boss leans down, shifting his head so his mouth is positioned right next to your ear, letting out an amused chuckle while still holding on tight to your arm. He then decided to finally speak up.

“The reason I´m not sending you out on missions, amore, is that I don´t want you out there where I can´t see you. I hate it whenever you must leave. You´re very capable, I´m aware of that fact. Otherwise I wouldn´t have chosen you for my team in the first place. But you´re also kind; too kind. I don´t want your kindness to be abused and used against you. I´m the only one that should see this side of you. I´m the only one that deserves to see it. I don´t want you to ever leave my side.”

“Boss, what are you saying? You´re not making any sense..”, you said as you tried to get up but he held you down with overwhelming force.

“Don´t defy me like this y/n. I don´t want to have to hurt you. You don´t want to make me use Metallica on you, do you now? Please make this easier for the both of us and don´t struggle.” Letting his voice drop even lower he proceeded to whisper into your ear.

“I´ve always wanted to see you like this, so close to me…Bending over for me like that. Of course preferably in a different setting.”, He let out a low chuckle.

You of course knew what he was implying and you felt your face flush red in embarrassment.

“You´re so cute amore. You´d like that, wouldn´t you? I´m sure you would. You´ve pledged your eternal loyalty to me, haven´t you? When you joined the hitman team, you pledged to do whatever your capo ordered you to. So now I order you not to run when I lessen my grip. Instead you will simply lift your head and not do anything else. Is that understood? You would do that for me, wouldn´t you darling?”

You were positively shaking now. Was this really happening? What was he planning to do to you?

“What are you going to do to me?”, you dared to ask.

Letting out another chuckle, Risotto answered your question by moving his face dangerously close to yours.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.” And then he leaned in fully, capturing your lips with his own, deeply and passionately kissing you. You didn´t know if you wanted this. But as you tried to break off the kiss you felt a sinking pain in your right leg. Glancing down, you saw a nail protruding from your skin and you let out a cry of pain as you saw blood slowly pooling out of the wound.

“Don´t”, Risotto hissed into the kiss, harshly biting into your lower lip to remind you of who was in charge. You understood what he was trying to say so you accepted your fate and hesitantly reciprocated the kiss while Risotto let his hand caress your cheek approvingly.

You probably wouldn´t leave his office anytime soon.

[eclecticmiasma]

may i, perhaps, ask for a male (or nb) s/o being punished risotto for trying to run away? 👉👈 if you’re uncomfortable with that, you can just to a do a female s/o. i’m just soo in love with yandere risotto

Oh, anon. Why did you try to escape?  You know your punishment only gets worse from here. 

NSFW

Yandere!Risotto w/ male s/o

[Warnings: violence, sodomy, abuse, yandere scariness, blood, gore, forced orgasm]

Risotto takes it as a personal slight against his abilities that you were able to get as far away from him as you did. He can’t remember the last time he’s been so consumed with rage. 

To be fair, Napoli’s train station isn’t very far. But the fact that you were even able to set food outside of La Squadra’s safe house was inconceivable. 

People on the street refuse to make eye contact as the imposing, 6′8″ figure hauls you down the street by your hair, while you kick and scream your throat raw for someone help. Who in their right mind would try to step in? 

Risotto’s own underlings just send looks of pity your way as their capo drags you to the basement. Panic floods your senses. You know this room well. 

This is it, you think, as Risotto throws you to the floor. You head smacks the concrete and white spots dance in your vision, He’s finally going to kill me.

A sick seed of elation sprouts in your stomach. Perhaps your escape attempt will be successful after all. Perhaps this nightmare will finally end. 

All of your hopes are dashed when frozen tendrils wrap around your wrists and ankles, trapping you on all fours against the hard concrete. Immediately, the ice starts to fuse to your skin. 

You look up to see Ghiaccio leaning against the wall, refusing to even look your direction. Nothing in his expression says that he enjoys being part of Risotto’s punishment, but who is he to refuse a direct order? 

Risotto grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back so that you cry out. The fury reflected in his red and black eyes is enough to make you whimper with fear. A disgusting rumbling comes from his throat and he spits into your open mouth. 

“Who do you belong to?” He demands, an undercurrent of pure rage coloring his voice. You swallow his saliva and try to speak.   

As soon as you do, a feeling of pins and needles cascades down the inside of your throat and suddenly you’re vomiting shards of metal and blood. Risotto lets go of your head and you spray the ground in front of you with the gruesome mess. 

“How disrespectful. Ghiaccio.” 

As you try to recover from having your trachea ripped to shreads, you hear the clinking of metal and feel your bare ass exposed to the room. 

You yelp, or at least you would have if blood didn’t gurgle out of your throat instead, as something frozen touches your puckered hole. Escape is impossible. You look down at your frozen wrists and see the skin beneath the layers of ice is a dark, angry purple.

Without warning, Risotto thrusts what feels like an cylinder of ice deep inside of you, stretching your hole painfully around its girth. Again, you try to cry out but only end up coughing up remnants of metal. 

“I asked who you belong to, putano!” Risotto almost never shouts, he rarely even speaks, hearing him scream at you fills you with fear you didn’t even know you were still capable of feeling. His hand comes down so hard on your bare skin that it bruises. 

Desperately, you violently wring your head and try to answer him. You, padrone, you! The words refuse to come, your throat shot to all hell. He hits you again. And again. 

The frozen rod inside of you starts to melt, the cold liquid sliding down your trembling thighs and rubbing you raw. Your eyes flit to Ghiaccio and you notice him staring in pure fascination as his ice stretches your abused hole. 

Just when Risotto’s ministrations stop hurting as much, you feel something even larger prodding at your entrance next to it. No!

He thrusts inside of you to the hilt, the melting ice giving some lubrication but not nearly enough. The contrast of his body heat feels like he’s spearing you with fire. This time, a hoarse scream escapes you. 

Risotto leans over your body and grunts with animalistic fury as he begins to fuck you, shoving your face into the blood-soaked floor with a splash. 

“You are mine,” He growls into your ear, biting a spot on your neck hard enough to break skin, “Mine. Mine. Mine.” Thrusts punctuate his words, his cock impaling your core with brutal strength. Never in your time with the man have you seen him this unhinged. 

“No...” You croak in protest as you feel his calloused hand wrap around your own member. In a Pavlovian response, you arch your back against him and his triumphant chuckle kills you inside. 

“If you ever try to leave me again, Metallica will slice each vein in your little prick one by one and I’ll keep it on my desk as a trophy,” despite the violence in his words, his brutal pace and grip on your length has you hardening in his fist. Shame overcomes you and fresh, hot tears mix with your blood on the floor. 

“One more time, stronzo, who do you belong to?” Whimpers escape your throat as he fists your cock in a way Risotto knows will make you cum for him. You fight it for as long as you can, but, as always, your broken body betrays you. 

Thick, white stripes of semen coat the ground below you as you lose all control at Risotto’s behest, “You!” 

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hey, can I get hcs for La Squadra with a crush who kissed them while drunk (just a peck on the lips), only to take it back as some kind of mistake when they're sober? :D

Yandere! La Squadra w/ crush who kissed them while drunk and denies it as a mistake when they’re sober.

I hope you didn’t mind me having a little creative freedom with this

Just to set up the scene :

 You and your friends were hanging out a bar together. Drinking yourselves under the table, with eventual ridiculous conversations popping up You’re barely listening until one of them points to a man just some odd meters away from where you all were sitting. Your friends start giggling devilishly 

   “Dd..da…do…wha.. now?” Your words slur sloppily out of your lips

 ““Go….kiss… that guy over th-there” one of them piped up

 “Y-yah y-you….almost…n-never…do…anything…troublesome…just tr-try it”

You looked over at the person sitting a few spots away, shrugging casually as you stumbled up from your seat and stride over to them. 

    They don’t move for a moment as your arms casually hang on their body. Your cheesy opening line of “hey cutie” in your drunken stupor escapes your mouth. Before long you managed to peck your lips on their own before nearly falling backwards trying to back away. 

 Yandere! Formaggio 

 He’ll definitely find you again and flirt hard as hell with you. You can’t just tease a man like that and leave. 

He totally knows you were drunk while doing all that but denying it isn’t going to do you any favors. 

Mistake or not you still have to make it up to him, he’ll make sure you know this as he comes up behind you to wrap his arms on your waist. All so similar to what you did to him.

Probably humiliates you, he kisses you intensely, intimate touching, he loves seeing the blush that streaks across your face. He’ll spook you quite a bit as well for extra effect. 

He’s of course gonna shrink you and take you back home with him right then and there. You’re definitely not going to be with anyone else after that little stunt. 

  Yandere! Illuso 

  It’s a totally random day he slips you into a mirror to confront you on your little misdeeds. He smirks eager to return the favor.

He’ll harmlessly just play with your hair, twirling it around if it’s long enough. His finger might just gently graze your lips.

Doesn’t listen to you say it was a meaningless mistake you foolishly did.

The touching goes on for a few minutes before he leaves you where you were standing before alone and confused. 

Illuso slowly ups the creepiness of his words over the course a few weeks, watching your paranoia increase. 

He’s quicker to take care of competition, you should be looking his way after all. It helps him make you fearful to his satisfaction. 

He’ll eventually make it all up whenever he finally thinks his little revenge streak is enough and kidnaps you eventually. 

  Yandere! Pesci

He really did think what you did was pretty cute, but when you tell him you didn’t mean it. There’s a slight break in his heart. 

But he can’t help but keep thinking about it, the kiss was so nice even if he could smell the alcohol off your lips. He even still remembers the slight taste you left behind.

He can’t bare to leave you be though, he goes total stalker on you. 

Pesci likely uses Beach Boy to snatch you up after thinking about it after awhile, he convinces himself it’s the right thing to do. He can get you to like him somehow, he’s sure of it. 

Yandere! Prosciutto 

 He’s been mulling over that moment even after occurred, the choice of your friend’s alcohol was in poor taste. More so you were so sloppy, however he found it oddly endearing.

He finds you again and ignores you telling him it was a mistakes, he’ll likely scold you every mistake has it’s consequence. He won’t let you get away at any costs. 

Hopefully you’re not with anyone else when he approaches you. He’ll make sure they’re out of commission in a heartbeat. So you don’t try to excuse yourself. 

You’re likely kidnapped in a heartbeat, and taken somewhere you haven’t the slightest clue where it is.

You’re met with several bottles of expensive alcohol (that Prosciutto likely prefers).

When he eventually sits near you, He’ll criticize every little thing you did at the time of your stunt. Suddenly your drinking things you never thought you’d get a hold of, and he’s showing you up in every way possible. Especially with the flirting and intimate touching.

The blond makes it clear no one else will be able to do such things with you. He just doesn’t want trash touching you after all. 

Yandere! Melone

 He likely made a move on you when you did that drunken kiss, you likely made him want you more as he licked his lips clean afterwards.

He probably wrote about your kiss, even if it was just a peck to analyze your form. How soft and plump they were, it gets him worked up all over again. 

Melone shows up in your daily life more often, he makes simple conversation. He doesn’t listen to that whole thing of that kiss being a mistake. It was simply meant to be you can’t convince him otherwise.

He gets unusually close in places that you’re forced to stay still, such as a day where public transportation is crowded.

He ends up softly teasing you every time you both come in contact with each other.  Your horoscope is casually mentioned as Melone attempts to get you to understand your compatibility with him. 

Ignoring him won’t work, to put it simply. He’ll easily fend off people you try to bring along to get him to go away. 

That event somehow causes you to lose your friends, and anyone you intimately talked with. He’ll amusingly get close to you, you’re not chasing him off anytime in the future. 

Yandere! Ghiaccio

  Surprisingly he didn’t make a scene in the bar you were in, no it wasn’t until after the fact he got upset.

You give him a drunken kiss and just leave like that? No, it’s not supposed to work like that. He isn’t even sure why he let you escape in the first place. 

He’ll track you down in a heartbeat, it’ll seem like he’s mad at you giving him an unwarranted kiss but it’s not that. He ends up closing in and returning the favor in full.

Tell him that that it was a mistake and he gets more upset, but he tells you he made a mistake in letting you go that night. There’s a literal chill in the air as he keeps you close.

Anyone that’s in his way of you especially if it’s a partner are frozen to death when he gets the time. 

Yandere! Risotto Nero 

 He already knows about the whole stunt thing you had to pull, he was likely paying attention the whole time your friends were talking about it.

When Risotto confronts you on this he doesn’t take you telling him that it was a mistake lightly. 

He looms over you with a firm tone telling you it was your mistake in doing such a thing to him. (He thouroughly enjoyed it honestly)

Trying to lose him after such an odd conversation, is nigh impossible. He manages to keep an eye on you the whole time you try to run.

It doesn’t take long for Risotto to catch up and get you falling to the ground against your will. He’ll kneel over you and do the exact thing you did to him back in the bar. 

You won’t be going anywhere else except with him that’s for sure from that point forward. 

[belphiesreverie]

Congrats on 500!! Mind if I request some touch-starved Risotto headcanons (w/ a male S/O perhaps)?

Ahhh thank you and so sorry for the wait!

Touch starved Risotto with a male s/o

Risotto would never vocalise his want for physical attention but it’s very noticeable to his s/o and probably the rest of la Squadra if he’s that deprived

Risotto will unconsciously sit closer to his s/o whenever they sit on the sofa together and might start to lean on him a bit

He will get caught staring at his s/o’s hands a lot and if he asks Risotto what’s wrong he’ll quickly come up with an excuse and proceed to stare anywhere but his s/o

If his s/o is sat at a desk doing something, he’ll take the opportunity to lean over him and place his head on his shoulder to ‘see’ what he is doing

Melone might try to provoke his Capo by draping himself over his s/o but it won’t elicit the response he wanted. Risotto will most likely just cut the amount of work Melone gets and then go back to silently staring at his s/o from across the room

Eventually his s/o will notice that he’s been acting much stranger recently and it’s not hard to tell that he wants affection. If he gives Risotto even the smallest amount of physical contact, he’ll melt instantly and lean into the touch

[mercurymetals]

“Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.” With Risotto maybe?

Fuck yeah goth husband content, let’s go.

Warnings: Blood, and descriptive mouth trauma. Seriously, if you might be triggered by anything related to mouth/teeth harm, give this one a skip.

Risotto & “Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

“What did you just say?”

You shouldn’t have said it, and you shouldn’t let yourself be baited into saying it a second time. But you’re far beyond caring about consequences. If there’s even a chance that your words affected Risotto, hurt him even, then that’s all that matters to you at this point.

You’re on your knees before him, still recovering from the aftershocks of his vicious Stand, that crawling sensation of metallic blades bursting from the inside of your skin. Blood pools beneath you, disturbingly pale and watery, but you don’t care about that either.

You force your head up, set on meeting his gaze. Those red pupils bore down into you without a hint of emotion, but you suspect something lies beyond the surface of his calm, and you intend to bring it out.

“I said…” you pant out through your uneven breathing. “You’re disgusting.” The only reaction you get is a small twitch of his eyebrows, but it’s enough to spur you to continue. “I’d rather… be shot dead in the face… than have your filthy hands touch me again.”

Risotto does more than just touch you. He grabs you by the throat and lifts you up until your feet are barely touching the ground. You choke and writhe instinctively, but as he brings you closer, you make sure to look into his eyes.

He looks angry. Furious, even, just for a moment. Good. That’s all you wanted. That’s all you can hope for any more. You’ve nothing left but empty taunts, but you’re going to cling onto them for as long as you can, and seeing his reaction is more rewarding than you could have asked for.

You feel it first as just a prick of pain, and you immediately know what’s coming. You can do nothing but brace yourself for it, and barely a second later you feel the searing burn of something forcing the flesh of your tongue apart. Slowly, it inches forward until it breaks to the surface, causing blood to spurt out where it emerges.

It feels like some kind of a razor blade, but instead of popping out of your tongue and leaving you to cough up the blood, it remains lodged in there, the sharp tip forcing you to keep your mouth open to avoid it piercing the roof of your mouth.

Risotto drops you, and you fall to your knees and elbows, breathing in rapidly through your mouth. You move your tongue experimentally, and the renewed pain of the razor inside of it spreads all the way to the back of your tongue, nauseating you.

Just as the feeling starts to settle, you feel another one of those needle-like prickles in your mouth. It starts in your lower jaw, and when it hits full force, you lose all your awareness of the outside world.

An indescribable pain floods your gums, like the worst toothache in the whole fucking world. You feel something forcing its way up, pushing right past those sensitive nerves in the depth of your gums. It’s as if you’re undergoing a dental procedure with absolutely no anaesthetic: the pain in the roots of your teeth is raw, and it is blinding. Even breathing makes it worse, the air you gulp in wheezing past your teeth and leaving you shaking in agony.

You’re certain you lose bits of your consciousness in those next few moments, the pain simultaneously knocking you out and bringing you back to wakefulness again. The next thing you’re aware of is the fact you’re lying flat on the ground with your mouth still open, and a mix of blood and drool pooling beneath your cheek.

When you try to move your jaw, a stabbing pain flashes through the lower half of your face, threatening you to keep still. You can feel three new razors now poking out from between the lower set of your teeth, each lightly scraping against your inner cheek.

You hear Risotto move towards you, and part of you is ready to break down into tears and beg him to never make you go through that again. But you keep quiet, both from the residue of your pride, and the worry that trying to speak right now would send you into another realm of hell altogether.

The tip of Risotto’s shoe finds its way under your arm, and he kicks you over so that you’re lying on your back. The movement knocks your head around, and you can’t help crying out, screwing your eyes shut.

Then you feel the weight of his shoe against your chest, and he presses and presses until you cough out your last bit of oxygen and force your eyes open.

Risotto looks like his composed self all over again, staring down at you with not an ounce of sympathy. He leans over you, making sure to look right into your eyes as he speaks.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asks, and the pitiful gaze you’ve been giving him turns into a glare. “That just now was me being kind. I’m being lenient with you, because I treasure you.”

The proof of how much he ‘treasures’ you is right there in your mouth, and somehow it does little to convince you. But this time, you don’t say anything in response to him.

“'Shot dead’, you say? Ragazzino, I can do so much worse than that.” He puts more of his weight on you, your ribs bending under the pressure of his heel digging into you. “Would you like to find out?”

Your eyebrows knitted together, you stare up at him. Nothing he does, nothing he’s done so far, nothing he might do in the future would ever change your mind - he’s disgusting. You’re disgusted by him. You don’t want anything to do with him.

But… Maybe, a part of you is willing to yield, if it means avoiding an ordeal like the one you just went through. You can hardly imagine anything worse in your current state, but somehow you don’t doubt he means it when he says he can, and would, do worse.

So, aware of how ridiculous you must look right now, lying there covered in your own blood, with your mouth stupidly hanging open and saliva dribbling down your chin, you shake your head in resignation.

Risotto lifts his foot off you, and you breathe in deeply. You’re still light-headed from the lack of iron, but at least you’ve been granted this one small relief.

He kneels down next to you, and you watch as the hand you had called filthy reaches out to pet your face. You expect it to hurt, but Risotto is surprisingly gentle, the touch like that of a ghost on your skin. He observes you for a while, and in that moment you find yourself grateful for that emotionless look in his eyes. You don’t think you could take it if he were to gloat his dominion over you right now.

Eventually, he stops petting you, and instead hooks his thumb against the inside of your mouth. “I’m going to remove the razors now,” he tells you, and you shudder at the thought. You can hardly wait for that pulsating ache in your jaw to finally be gone.

“Just remember…” The nail of Risotto’s thumb digs into your inner cheek, and you whine at the sharp sensation. “Say anything like that one more time, and I’ll make sure you can never walk again. I’ll carve so much metal out of your blood, you won’t be able to even lift a finger without my help. Understood?”

God. You hate him so much. You hate him, but you nod your head anyway, using all of your remaining willpower to fight back the tears rising behind your eyelids.

You think you see the trace of a smile cross Risotto’s features, but it’s gone as soon as it arrives, and then you’re much more concerned with the way he digs his large fingers into your mouth.

“This might hurt,” he says as his only warning to you, and the world fades into that searing, blinding white again.

Understatement of the century.