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[JJBA Headcanons]. Vento Aureo. SFW/NSFW. Requests open. [Art by @SadiWasHere on Twitter]

[leone-a]

♱ Available for RP | Leone Abbacchio ♱

I'm bored, and I've got some time on my hands, so I'm open for some roleplay requests. If you happen to be interested, feel free to send me a message anytime !

Characters, preferences, and contexts can be discussed in private.

Thank you for your attention (and support) ! 🍷

[leone-a]

HOLY SHIT YOURE ALIVE HI

I am ! 😎

[leone-a]

I know you talked about how Risotto doesn't like inexperienced/virgin lovers, but with how much information people have access to with the internet, I know that there are some virgins who share his kinks. Would he be willing to help teach them more/how to be safe, or is he too extreme for virgins, period? By the way, I love your headcanons. Have a lovely day!

Unexperienced S/O | PART 2 | Risotto Nero

Thank you for your request ! ♥

(slight mentions of dub-con.)

I know I said Risotto doesn't like virgins.

But.

I feel like despite not liking the idea of having to tell his partners what to do, and his overall selfish views on sex, he actually might decide to make a few exceptions. Let me explain.

If his S/O / partner shares his kinks, despite not having any experience, he might decide to indulge in them.

The fact that they're willing to trust him with quite literally their life is something he can't quite resist- the twisted pleasure and satisfaction that comes with it feeding his ego.

They definitely need to be prepared, though. Winning his attention doesn't mean he'll go any slower or bother holding back. He's a sadist by nature, and the leader of a team of hitmen, after all. You're lucky if he even allows you to use a safe word.

So, careful, dear virgin. Use that safe word wisely- Risotto doesn't like cowards. And if you somehow manage to endure everything he's got in store for you... well, you might make him fall in love.

[leone-a]

YOU WRITE ABBACCHIO SO WELL WTF

If you're okay with it would you do a little scenario or something of Abbacchio with a femme s/o with nipples and VCH piercing? I like the idea of him being like. Mildly shocked/pleasantly surprised about it lol. Thank fren.

S/O with nipple and VCH piercings | Leone Abbacchio

(Thank your for your request ! ♥)

Abbacchio is quite the observant man. It all starts with a fleeting glance at your features- something innocent. Tainted with curiosity.

But a few glances suffice for a small detail to catch his attention, as his gaze lowers and falls on your chest: stopping at the outline of what looks like two small, round balls of steel, hidden underneath various layers of clothing.

An amused smile immediately makes its way on his painted lips. Truth be told, Abbacchio didn't expect you to have piercings, especially not on that specific zone- but who was he to judge ? He had the exact same piercings.

What Abbacchio certainly wasn't ready for was your other piercing- the one he'd only discover when the two of you got closer.

As soon as his hand dipped under the elastic of your tight underwear, you knew exactly what he was going to find. His fingers brushed your folds teasingly- before stopping right where they were, caught-off guard by the feeling of cold metal.

His reaction was fleeting, but the mixture of surprise, arousal, and amusement dancing in his two-toned eyes was delectable, to say the least.

Needless to say, he's obsessed. Expect him to maintain eye-contact, as his tongue presses against cold metal- teasingly toying with the ends. If he's in the mood to act mean, he'll most likely even tug on it. Using his teeth, or his fingers.

One thing he loves doing while you two are sitting in public next to each other- at an important meeting with the team, for example- is slipping a hand between your legs, and calmly toy with your piercing, letting it roll under his middle finger. The way he feigns ignorance and has the nerve to even pretend to be listening to what is being said is impressive.

[leone-a]

omg your writing is absolutely amazing!!! i just wanted to say that you're doing great! 💖💖💖

Thank you for your kindness, anon ! ♥

[leone-a]

Hey like risotto could you do some Bruno bucciarati various hcs that you have of him?

Various HCs | Bruno Bucciarati

Bucciarati's sleep schedule is messy, to say the least. He gets at best 3 hours of sleep a day. This habit of his comes from his envolvement at such a young age within the ranks of Passione. Having to stick with different older gangsters, he's learned the hard way to follow their own schedules. No matter the long-term consequences.

In order to make up for his obvious lack of sleep, he tends to drink a lot of coffee. He sometimes indulges in a cup or two in the middle of the night.

He's well-known amongst the prostitutes working for Passione. Some actually fell in love with him. He's also responsible for 3 disappearances, getting the girls fake identities, and giving them the possibility to start a new life abroad.

Despite quitting school at a young age, Bucciarati is quite cultured. He's especially good at geography, for some reason.

Bruno is actually way more laid-back than you'd think. He acts serious and cold most of the time, because of his responsibilities as the head of his team- but it is not rare to see him joke around with Abbacchio, Mista, and the others. (he's still 20, after all.)

A specialist when it comes to comebacks. Tease him, and he'll tease you back, even harder.

[leone-a]

Could you like describe a NSFW session with abbachio where he's being really rough, engaging in breath play, choking fem reader, being turned on by reader being really small and all?

Just abbachio and being rough? *Chef's kiss* 💋

Hope it doesn't sound too demanding or anything, I love your writing! 💕

NSFW | Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Body language is a traitorous phenomenon. Reader learns it the hard way, after an unintentional slip-up, while drinking with Abbacchio.

(warning : breath play, humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, alcohol, anal, edging)

You couldn't believe you were actually doing this.

You couldn't.

Here you were. Sitting on your knees, between Abbacchio's legs, on the cold tiles of the quiet, dark living room of his appartment. Your eyes were glued on his throat, as he drank straight from the bottle you shared.

He drank it easily. Smoothly. As if it were nothing more than water. It was almost unsettling- and yet, you couldn't help but find it hot.

Your gaze slowly made its way up the green glass shape, before locking onto his lips, as he lowered the bottle. You could still see how shiny they were, a single drop of wine pearling at the lower one, barely even visible over the lilac lipstick he adorned.

You'd give anything to have enough courage to lean in and lick it off for him. You wish you could do it.

But you couldn't.

These gold and purple eyes fell on you, his long, dark eyelashes casting shadows on the high bones of his cheeks. His sultry gaze hit you like a ton of bricks, wrapping you in a thick layer of heat, that was slowly starting to make its way inside of you.

This heat was dangerous. And the alcohol running in your veins was making it worse.

You needed another drink. You needed to be pushed further. You wanted to let go and get lost in this comforting feeling.

Abbacchio let out a small laugh, that deep voice of his making that pit in your stomach deepen. You couldn't see his face- you closed your eyes long ago, in anticipation. You could feel the weight of his lips on your own. The playful way he trapped your lower lip between his teeth, for a second, before letting it go..

You gasped, as his hand grabbed your jaw. He slowly lifted your head, and you felt like melting right in front of him.

You couldn't open your eyes. You wanted to lean in his touch, you wanted to feel his own heat even more. But you were a coward.

You heard the faint, distant noise of a liquid running against the inside of a bottle, followed by the hollow sound of its emptiness against the floor.

Within seconds, Abbacchio's lips were on your own again. They parted on their own, your body led by its profound desire. And you felt Abbacchio part his, too.

The distinct, strong taste of wine slowly invaded your senses, envelopping your tongue- and you gently closed your mouth, just as the kiss you shared ended. The warmth of his breath brushed your lips as he spoke, the undertones of his voice making shivers run along your spine.

"Swallow."

It took a single word. A single, perfectly pronounced command, for you to obey.

You could feel his fingers tightening against the junction between your neck and jaw, as you let the burning liquid flow past your tongue, running down your throat.

His fingers. You could tell he was making sure you complied. They wrapped perfectly around your neck. They were meant to be here.

Harder.

Harder, please.

Harder, Abbacchio, I beg you.

You couldn't help it, this time. You audibly gasped, your air supply half-cut by the pressure he put on the veins under your jaw.

You couldn't believe it. You couldn't. His eyes were locked on your lips, as you opened them. That spark of danger, and lust- you could see it clearly in his irises.

You could tell he read you like an open book. Your glossy, fogged eyes were the proof you wanted this badly. And just like that, he squeezed harder. Within seconds, his tongue was brushing against yours, as you let it rest over your lower lip, panting to try and reclaim even the slightest amount of oxygen.

It hurt. But it felt so good.

Your head was spinning, your veins throbbing under his fingers. He was selfishly stealing the air, and you were selfishly letting him do so.

The ghost feeling of his lipstick smearing against your pink, wet lips was all you could focus on… Until he painfully lifted, and pushed your head back, his hand resting on your jaw again, a fresh supply of oxygen burning your lungs as it made its way past your lips. You opened one of your eyes, taking deep, shaky breaths : only to realise you couldn’t perfectly see his face anymore.

Was it because of the alcohol ? The tears pearling at the corner of your eyes ? Your own, devouring lust ? You couldn’t tell. All you managed to look at was the blurry lilac of his lips, a seemingly mocking smirk tugging at the right corner of them.

“Now, would you look at that..."

Your verbal answer didn’t even matter. You didn’t realise it right away, but the way you avoided his gaze spoke for itself.

That vicious heat you felt seemed to reach its highest temperature, with the sudden force he applied to your throat. He literally slammed you against the ground, your back painfully hurting the tiles under the both of you. Your head was spinning so bad that you could barely understand what was happening- all you could feel was a serene strength turning your body over, your breasts and right cheek resting on the cold floor. You could feel that pressure- his right hand twisted in the long locks of your hair, holding you like one would hold a misbehaved cat.

His own weight against your frail body was enough to prevent you from moving : and you bit your lip as he twisted one of your arms behind your back.

The phantom feeling of his hair brushing against your neck made you shiver, as he viciously jerked on yours, smiling dangerously against your shoulder.

You could tell he was starting to get drunk : there was no doubt about it, judging by the way he used his strength carelessly on you, and the comforting feeling of his tongue running against your spine. But one thing was for sure : he was far from being as drunk as you were. You barely had a grip on reality, and your common sense seemed to fly away, along with the weight of consequences.

All you could do was get lost in his presence, a shaky breath escaping your lips, as your hips rolled on their own, against his, a wave of heat burning your skin, with the trail of his tongue.

"A..bbacchio..."

Your trembling voice, along with the sighs breaking his name apart, made the taller goth curse against your shoulder, his fingers tightening against your sore wrist. His self-control had already started to crumble- but he seemed to get it back, as he left one last nip at your neck, straightening a little.

The mere sight of you, small, and left to a panting mess under him, was enough to stir his most hidden needs. And wake his sadistic side.

You quietly squealed, as his hand left your aching arm, effortlessly spreading your thighs, resting his own right in between. You bit your lip with the warmth of it, pressing right against your clothed core- igniting that vicious fire inside of you even more.

You only realised it now : but the skirt you were wearing barely concealed anything, with the position you were in. You finally mustered the courage to look over your shoulder, only to be met with the sight of Abbacchio's sunset gaze locked on your black underwear. The feeling of his palm against your ass, fingers tightening against your skin, was all it took for you to clench your thighs together, a mewl escaping your parted lips.

As a punishment, you felt his right hand mercilessly pushing your head harder against the ground, jerking on some stray strands of hair to remind you to keep still.

The tip of his fingers ran along the black material, for what seemed like an eternity, and yet, lasted no less than two seconds. The touch was electrifying, almost making you forget about everything else, about that vicious grip on your neck, about the throbbing feeling of alcohol beating in your veins.

Slowly, you felt his index hook the waist band of your panties : and, in a starkingly rough manner, he let it slide on your skin, stopping at the top part of your thighs.

And here you were. Exposed, bare to his piercing, golden and purple eyes. You'd never felt so weak, in your entire life : but some part of you couldn't find the strength to hate it. The thrill of being at his mercy was somehow making your lower section tighten in anticipation.

You bit your lip, panting weakly, as a strong hand came to hold your wrists, locking them together with a surprising ease. The though didn't hit you immediately- but it wasn't Abbacchio's. It felt strangely ghostly, some kind of vinyl texture grabbing at your skin... You couldn't get much more time to think about it any further, though, the very tangible feeling of the goth's index and middle fingers dipping between your folds, making you close your eyes and moan wantonly.

You couldn't see his face, but you were pretty sure you could imagine the look in his eyes, at the sight of your wetness coating his fingers..

A deep, mocking laugh pulled you from your trance : and you soon found yourself mewling too loudly, biting your lower lip, as his tongue ghosted over your tighter hole.

You weren't expecting it, at all- and the sensation made you open your eyes, cheeks burning in embarassment. It was so captivating, that you couldn't find the strength to look away, his mocking eyes and smile making you feel as if he knew exactly what your thoughts were.

"Whiny little bitch.."

The sound of his lust-filled voice, doubled with the heat of his tongue, were refraining you from being quiet. You couldn't help it- with each swipe of his tongue, you found yourself panting, mewling his name between ragged breaths.

One of his hands, firmly gripping your ass, prevented you from going anywhere. The other teasingly ran against the inside of your thighs, making you shiver even more. The combination of motions made your head heavy with pleasure and lust, your body welcoming the sensations despite your shame.

It became even harder to keep your voice down, as his tongue teasingly laid flat against your hole, his fingers brushing against your wetness, on the other hand. A particularly high-pitched sigh escaped from your lips, as two of his fingers entered your pussy, a distinct burning feeling making you clench against it.

Abbacchio, sensing your pain, your walls tight against his index and middle fingers, made sure to let you accomodate to them. A part of him wanted to ruin you, without waiting- but he also wanted to make sure you wouldn't break too soon. He needed you to take him obediently, and was well intent on preparing you as much as needed.

He focused his attention on his tongue game, in the meantime : your mewls and silent pleas making his need to fuck you on the spot harder to manage. God, seeing you so weak and submissive for him, it was all too hot to resist.

A harsh slap landed on the back of your thigh, as your breath hitched with the feeling of his fingers suddenly moving. He wasted no time, setting a slow, but deep series of in-and-outs, your conscience definitely leaving your body.

Within seconds, you found yourself crying against the floor, wet lines of mascara running against your cheeks. He had stopped using his tongue, to focus on the motion of his fingers, even adding one in the process : but the painful stretch was nothing you couldn't handle.

For him, you'd handle anything.

Suddenly, you felt emptiness. Complete emptiness.

You felt him curse as he removed his fingers, wet with your essence. You could tell he was smirking, just with the undertone of his voice.

His hand suddenly grabbed your jaw, from behind : and he painfully lifted you, making you sit on your knees. Panting, your eyes wet with tears, you could barely focus on anything, your gaze lost in your blurry surroundings. All you felt was that dire emptiness, and the welcomed pressure of his hand cupping your cheeks, forcing you to let your tongue out, resting on your lower lip.

The teasing warmth of his voice against your ear pushed you even further in the hands of lust, as the tip of his fingers pushed against your tongue.

"Clean your mess."

Obediently, you did. Your lips closed against his fingers, your tongue gently and lovingly brushing against them- your own taste filled your mouth, but you didn't mind.

The feeling of his teeth tugging at your neck made you moan against his fingers, lipstick smearing against your marked skin.

And, with a single command, you parted your lips again, panting quietly as he removed his now soaked fingers from your mouth. A thin trail of saliva linked them to your tongue, which broke when he let his hand disappear behind you.

"Good girl."

Good girl.

A mere, mocking nickname was all it took for you to melt. You felt a sudden urge to show him just how good you could be- but as you shifted on your sore knees, you felt your head spin pretty badly.

Alcohol was starting to take over, again... And you heard the distinct, yet distant sound of Abbacchio's deep voice laughing at your clumsiness. Your body felt heavier, and heavier, and you fell foward.

You barely avoided hitting the ground face-first : both of your wrists held together by Abbacchio's controlling hand, your arms stretched behind you, your head being approximatively 10 centimers away from the tiles of the goth's living room.

Your hair was brushing the floor, as he quite gently let you fall back in your initial position. You felt a certain relief, your head finally spinning a bit less, the weight of drunken stupor making you stay still, without even having to hold you down.

Abbacchio's thigh brushed against yours again, and he adjusted your position effortlessly. He positionned your hips higher, this time : and you were sure you could hear the faint sound of a bottle cap opening.

"Please... Abbacchio.."

You didn't even know what you were begging for, at this point. Your own voice echoed, in your fogged mind..

A sigh filled up the room, as you felt a sticky kind of liquid against your tighter hole, two fingers pressing against it to keep it from dripping down. You could tell his fingers were also coated in that liquid, as one of them pushed more of it inside. Thus, you finally realised it was lube.

How did he even get his hands on lube ? You weren't in a state to even ask why.

A shiver ran against your spine, as he pushed a first finger inside. The stretch and burn were way harder to manage, this time- and you soon found yourself having trouble breathing, your mind focusing on the pain you were experiencing.

Leone's eyes were focused on your blushing, makeup-stained face, as you submissively took the in-and-outs, tight against his fingers. His free hand instinctively grabbed your neck, pushing you down even more, as he added another finger.

The mewl you let out was the most melodic he'd heard so far.

He watched with a hint of sadism as your pain slowly turned into pleasure, the sound of your broken breathing filling the room. You were whispering his name between each moan, tears running against your cheeks. And this was enough to make him bite his lower lip, his patience wearing thin.

Your eyes painfully opened, intrigued by the sound of a zipper unzipping : and it was your turn to bite your lip, your lower abdomen clenching at the thought of his length finally freed from its prison of clothes.

The pressure on your neck grew stronger, cutting off your air-supply, once again, and the sound of his voice echoed viciously in your head.

"Beg."

You could feel the tip of his length brush against your folds, but not quite pushing in yet- and you couldn't help but beg on the spot, a flow of mindless prayers escaping your reddened lips.

Please.

Please, Abbacchio.

Don't leave me like this.

I beg you.

Sir.

Fuck me.

It was nothing but pathetic mewling. A desperate cry for release.

And you could tell by the way Abbacchio roughly pushed in, that it was all you needed to do, to get what you want.

The sudden, way bigger stretch stole the air from your lungs. Your breath hitched in your throat, and your jaw tightened, fingers clenching against emptiness.

He was big. Way bigger than you'd expected. Way bigger than you could ever dream of.

You cried, pleasure and pain taking over you, as he pushed all the way in, your hips flat against his. Your nails were mindlessly scratching the tiles, in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from these dizzying sensations.

You couldn't look more like a cat, at this point. Abbacchio's eyes felt trapped, locking on your arched spine, the gracious curves of your hips, and the sweet sound of your pleasure. The way you hissed under his touch, as he roughly jerked on your hair, trapping you even more under him... It was all a sight to see.

The burning feeling soon transformed into pure, full bliss, in rythmn with the goth's motions. You were drowning in an overbearing, vicious pleasure : and all you could do was endure every single snap of his hips, chasing after your own release.

Abbacchio, though, seemingly wasn't done with you : and you almost fainted, as he wrapped his free hand around your throat, straightening your whole body effortlessly, making you sit on his thighs. A quiet gasp escaped your lips, as his length buried itself even deeper, making your eyes roll in your skull.

You could barely understand what he said next : but you did obey, using the last of your strength to move on your own, up and down, your hips slapping against his own.

He was humiliating you even more, by making you move on your own. But who were you to disobey ?

Truth be told, the feeling of his fingers completely constricting your throat was more than enough to keep you going. The complete lack of oxygen made you hyper-aware of every single in-and-out, of the way you tightened around him at the sound of his voice...

Your mewlings were choked, as he roughly lifted your head, your teary eyes meeting his merciless, sunset gaze. You could barely see his face, the violent wave of pleasure crashing over your tired body, and the distinct burn of your lungs pushing you to the edge of unconsciousness.

Slowly, you felt your release come, a silent cry of pleasure vanishing in your throat.

Even slower, you felt a veil of black obscuring your field of sight.

Just as you got ready to fell into the depths of obscurity, Abbacchio's hand finally released your throat. A sudden, well-deserved wave of oxygen made its way down your lungs, giving just enough energy to fall against the goth's chest, his arms holding you, and preventing you from crashing down.

You weakly panted, and gasped, as Abbacchio's length slid outside of you, with the distinct feeling of his release running against your inner thighs.

Carefully trapping and holding you against him, he took a second to rest a little, his own mind still clouded by the same wave of pleasure, and the remnants of alcohol in his veins.

Your erratic breathing, against his shoulder, made him smirk a little, as he leaned against the wall. His gaze fell on your red, mascara-stained face, and some part of his conscience pushed him to brush a stray piece of hair away from your eyes.

You were stained with his lipstick. Stained with the clear bruises and bitemarks he left on your neck.

You looked so good, like this.

You were his to ruin.

"Don't die on me, y/n."

[leone-a]

I'd love some personal Risotto hcs! As in, what does he think of his job? What morals does he have? Does he regret anything? What does he think of the other La Squadra members? owo

Various HCs | Risotto Nero

Risotto likes his job. There's no doubt about it. He gravited around the mafia ever since his early teenage years- it was bound to happen, eventually.

He'd always liked blood, and violence, but to a reasonable extent. The lack of money became his main motive as to why he decided to step into the world of organized crime.

He worked really hard, to get to his current spot. In fact, he received his stand about 2 years after joining Passione. He started with car theft, and, gradually, was assigned some difficult cases of debt collecting, where owners refused to pay what they owed their local tormentor.

At the age of 18, he got noticed by an influent capo, who realized his wasted potential, and how useful it could be when it came to assassination. Being a quiet, efficient, and deadly element, he clearly was the best candidate for a potential assassination team.

He started working along with several other assassins, under Polpo's orders. He was sent all over Naples, sometimes even in other territories, to kill whoever Passione wanted dead.

He was so efficient that he got to create his own team by the age of 23, just like Bucciarati did, later. His team slowly grew bigger, Prosciutto and Illuso being the first two people to join him. They used to work with him previously, and didn't miss the chance to join such a promising leader.

You all know the rest of the story- how his team members ended, how his team came to fall apart.

What does he think of each member of his team ?

Prosciutto : sees him as the most valuable asset of his team. They've been working together for years, and they both respect each other deeply. Almost considers him his second in command, and has established that he would be the one leading the team if something were to happen to him.

Illuso : puts a lot of trust in him. He worked with him in the past, and knows everything about him. He doesn't trust him with commanding as much as he does with Prosciutto, though, given his occasional over-confidence.

Ghiaccio : knows him from his previous occupation, in Passione's intel services, along with Melone. They used to help him track down targets. He has an impressive ability to calm him down, despite Ghiaccio's loud and aggressive attitude.

Melone : recruited him at the same time as Ghiaccio. He turns a blind eye to his extravagant tastes and behaviors. What he does in private isn't his to judge, as long as he gets the job done. Melone actually managed to make him smile, once. (and he doesn't miss an occasion to tease him about it.)

Formaggio : it took some time for Risotto to get used to him. Can't deny the usefulness of his ability- but just like Illuso, he isn't the biggest fan of his over-confidence. Formaggio still has a lot to learn, according to him.

Pesci : Prosciutto was the one bringing him into the team. Risotto seemingly is the only one who doesn't make fun of him, nor belittle him. They don't interact much, since Pesci acts terrified around him. Risotto most likely intimidates him.

Sorbet and Gelato : just like with Melone and Ghiaccio, he first got introduced to them because of a specific contract he did, long ago. Their death felt like a direct provocation. They were efficient, and they surprisingly got him to talk a lot, compared to his usual, deafening silent self.

[leone-a]

Abbachio/ Rissotto acting fatherly towards new younger member

Fatherly Behavior | Leone Abbacchio, Risotto Nero

ABBACCHIO :

Abbacchio most likely wouldn't act like this right away. He seems uninterested, at best, the first few days after said new member's arrival.

But in reality, it's the opposite. He's silently keeping an eye on you, assessing your maturity, keeping track of how you act, what you say.

You won't be able to see it right away, but he'll unintentionally leave some hints of his newfound authority behind.

The way he looks down at you, silently scolds you, speaks in a cold tone... You soon realize, despite not knowing him, that he has nothing but good intentions.

He won't hesitate to physically grab you, and toss you over his shoulder, if he sees you fucking up real bad during an important task, or putting your life in danger.

If you're observant enough, you might even see him smiling at some of your decisions. He's not easy to work with, but you know that deep down, he's still a good guy.

RISOTTO :

Risotto, being the lead assassin of the Assassination Team, is by default an authoritative figure.

Truth be told, he acts like a father figure not because he fully cares about you, but because he cares about the team as a whole. He keeps an eye on you to make sure you learn fast, and work well. He'd hate seeing you fuck up and compromise the squad's integrity.

Your first missions and contracts are most likely going to be supervised by him, from start to finish. He'll be your shadow.

He might even come with you, watching you from afar, observing your methods. He'll take mental notes of what you'd benefit working on, and what needs to be improved.

If you're in danger, or the mission is compromised, he'll get closer, using his invisibility ability, and get his hands dirty.

In other words, he'll never voice anything, but will always be here to watch over every step of yours.

[leone-a]

If it’s not trouble could you do hcs for what Bruno looks for in a partner.

Thanks.

IDEAL PARTNER | Bruno Bucciarati

Bucciarati has a very clear savior complex. Thus, he needs someone who's been through a lot. Someone who's broken. Most likely with some secrets, or a dark past. This is also linked to his own past. He needs someone that understands how unfair life can get.

He has two different views on a potential ideal partner.

Someone younger/smaller/weaker than him : someone he can protect. He lacked parental figures growing up, and this is his own way to cope. He wants to represent someone's authority to make up for what he didn't have during his childhood and teenage years.

Someone older/bigger/stronger than him : someone that fuels his pride. He doesn't see it as a way of hiding behind a more powerful individual- he doesn't feel the need to be protected. No, he wants to own this person. Having them falling in love, weak for him, kinda feeds his ego.

I feel like he'd also like a partner with manners. It doesn't seem like it, but the pristine Bruno Bucciarati likes cultured and delicate people. Intelligence is key, with him.

[leone-a]

hi! have you done risottos kink list? if not, could we have it? 👁️

Kinklist | Risotto Nero

Our dear Risotto is most likely turned on by the idea of size kink. I mean- how wouldn't he ? 6'8, imposing silver-haired assassin... He literally makes anyone look small as fuck compared to him.

He's also into breath play. He likes the feeling of his partner panting under him, one of his hands wrapped around their neck, as he mercilessly fingers them with the other. He takes perverse pleasure in feeling the blood rushing in their veins, under his fingers, while doing so.

Speaking of blood- he's most definitely into blood kink. He loves leaving vicious, small cuts on your skin, slowly licking the pearls of blood it leaves behind. All of this while looking right into your eyes, a hint of sadism shining in the deep red of it.

If you're into pain, he'll gladly indulge and hurt you bad. He finds people who can handle a little roughing up session to be the hottest. Slapping you accross the face, holding you by your hair, destroying your throat... you name it. He'll do all of this very calmly, no matter how hard you want things to go.

In general, he likes making people submit. Needless to say- he's a control freak. He'll make you beg, cry, pant, mewl.. without even showing a hint of pity. He might decide to gently caress your hair to push you into obedience, but it's a really rare occurence. After all- who would even dare disobey him ?

(It's not really a kink, but I wanted to add this. He has genital piercings. And not just one. Not just two. A full ladder. Let me tell you, you're going to feel each and every single one of them.)

[leone-a]

Do you think any of the three would like an inexperienced partner?

Unexperienced S/O | Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Risotto Nero

Abbacchio would.

It's actually something he finds hot. The way his partner hesitantly kisses him, barely even daring to touch him, avoiding his gaze and mewling under him.. This is something that he loves more than anything else.

But there's one problem : he doesn't really know how to be gentle. And he lacks patience.

Expect him to try to be as gentle as possible, and teach you everything you want to learn, but beware of his more "violent" and "rough" side. He can't really help it. You can feel it in the way his hands grabs your body, fingers clenching and locking you in place.

You can also expect a lot of teasing... He'll make sure to run a hand in your hair, smirking slightly, as you do your best to please him, despite your lack of experience. He can be a little mean, sometimes.

"Deeper. Come on. You can take it."

Bucciarati loves it.

Just like Abbacchio, the idea of an unexperienced partner turns him on. But not for the same reasons.

Bucciarati likes the idea of being one of the firsts, if not the first, to ever lay his hands on you. He'll take it as some kind of challenge- slowly initiating you to the act, and making you addicted, in the process.

He'll treat you like pure royalty: he'll make sure to make you squirm and melt under him, watching with interest as you obediently follow his guidance.

He'll also use his tongue a lot. It's his best asset- during kisses, letting it brush against your skin, eating you out.. He wants to make sure you'll remember it for a long, long time.

He'll also reward you with a lot of praise. You'll probably hear a hint of authority in his deep voice of his.

"Good girl."

Risotto... doesn't.

Surprisingly, Risotto isn't that interested in an unexperienced partner. Not that he hates it- he just feels like experienced people who know what they want are way more attractive. And easier to fuck.

If you happen to be unexperienced, don't worry. He'll simply make sure not to show you his biggest kinks right away. He has quite special tastes.. that certainly would scare a potential unexperienced partner.

[leone-a]

hcs for what leone and ris seem to look for in a partner?

IDEAL PARTNER | Leone Abbacchio, Risotto Nero

ABBACCHIO :

Abbacchio is mainly looking for someone who can help him believe in life again.

He's looking for two distinct things, when it comes to a potential partner : authority, and light.

Authority : despite being someone with moral, ethics, and pride, Leone has a hard time going through life without someone pushing him to go foward. He needs someone who can fulfill that role, and give him the subtle motivation he sometimes lacks.

Light : Abbacchio is a pretty dark individual. To make this easier for you, you might picture him as the moon- and a moon needs its sun. He needs someone who radiates heat, who shines, a flame that he can chase and look after.

In other words, the goth needs a confident, warm-hearted, and beautiful S/O. Someone so pretty and pristine, to create a perfect opposites match.

RISOTTO :

Risotto doesn't really want, nor considers having any partner. His overall life and personality make it really hard for someone like him to find anyone.

He deems it unnecessary. He'd rather have a couple one-night stands a week until the end of his life, rather than to bother engaging in any kind of relationship.

However, after putting some thought to it, here's what he might be interested in.

The assassin has quite... Peculiar traits and hobbies. Thus, he needs someone who's already initiated to bloodshedding. He needs a cold-blooded individual.

One part of him would greatly benefit from having a caring partner. Someone who takes care

of him when he forgets to. (something he does way more often that he should..)

One small, but important detail : he would absolutely consider getting in some kind of relationship with someone who's actually turned on by pain. He finds it hot. Really hot.

[leone-a]

hi can i request hcs of abba fucking reader who is way smaller them i love size kink hehe

Height Difference HC | Leone Abbacchio

Here you are. Barely even reaching Abbacchio's shoulder. You need to lift your head just to look at his face. And this, let me tell you, drives the 6'2 goth crazy.

To mess and flirt with you, expect him to grab your chin and force you to look up. The way you glance at him from below never misses to make him smirk.

If he's in the mood to act mean, he'll straight up just jerk on your hair. Sorry not sorry.

One thing that shocked you when you first got close to Abbacchio was one particular detail : his hands. Yours were so much smaller compared to his- almost twice as small.

He loves watching you squirm under him as he locks both your wrists together, all of this with a single hand. (Or when he wraps his hands around your neck.)

Having a smaller S/O usually makes him act two distinct ways :

The overly protective/unusually sweet Abbacchio.

This is the side of him that nobody gets to see. You mean so much to him that he's willing to show some real, physical love language, and this, let me tell you, is a really hard thing for him to do. He'll fuck you just as hard as he usually does, but he'll instinctively bend down to kiss your neck, whisper praises in your ear, and gently run his hand down your hair.

The merciless Abbacchio.

Having someone so small and frail compared to him definitely makes the goth want to ruin you.

He'll just dom the hell out of you. Expect a lot of hair-pulling, teasing remarks, and mean looks from above. His strength definitely shows by the way he pushes you against the nearest wall, holds you up, and keeps you in his arms as if you were as light as a feather.

"Guardami." (look at me.)

He'll leave lipstick stains and bite marks all over your skin, until you squirm and melt in his arms.

Now, onto the best part.

Having such a big difference between the two of you means a lot of things... And it also means that you'll have a hard time taking him whole. He's far from small. And you both know that it's most likely going not going to fit that easily.

But don't worry. Abbacchio will make it work.

He'll finger you, spreading his fingers in a scissor-like motion, until you're dripping on his hand. He'll make sure to hold your hair with his other hand, forcing you to look at him, as you pant and mewl under him. He could honestly make you come just like this, but he stops right before you get the occasion to.

When you're ready, he'll lock his hands under your knees, folding your legs on your torso. His long hair falling over his shoulder, and brushing against the side of your face, he'll trap your lips in a messy kiss, smearing purple lipstick on them.

He'll probably make you beg for it, and there's no doubt you will.

And, finally, when he decides to, he'll enter you. He won't be sweet about it, thrusting fully onto you- but the stretch is more than welcome. You can barely take him, at first... But with the help of his deep voice right against your ear, and his possessive grip on you, you'll find yourself getting used to it way faster than you would've thought. Soon, you'll be begging, crying, mewling under him, melting under these mocking yet intense eyes of his.

Last little detail : your size is a huge advantage if you want to indulge into some "kitten/master" action. He won't resist long. He might even just let the name spill out, while he's fucking you...

[leone-a]

Hello! How is Risotto way of flirting

Flirting HC | Risotto Nero

Risotto isn't a very flirty individual.

The thing is- you need to prove yourself to be really unique for him to consider going after you.

His way of flirting is so subtle yet upfront that you'll have a hard time figuring out if he's being serious or not.

How does he flirt ?

Risotto thinks about it in a methodical way. First, he'll make sure to look at you just enough to make you understand you've aroused his interest. Then, he'll find a way to get you to come closer to him. You chase- he attracts. That's all about magnetism. Trust me, you'll end up coming to him way sooner than you'll think.

Here you are. Standing right in front of the 6'8 tall assassin. You barely even know what pushed you to get closer to him.

His red eyes will linger so much on your body and face, while you engage in a conversation, that you'll actually end up wondering if something is wrong with you. He'll let you ramble in whatever subject you like, giving you the faint impression of listening. While he actually isn't. Or not fully.

Alcohol also helps him flirt. So if he's able to get a drink in his hands, he won't think twice.

He'll watch as you slowly start to melt under his gaze. It's slightly untertaining, to him...

And when he'll finally have enough of playing around, he'll directly get into the serious part. His eyes will slowly travel downwards, before locking back into yours. He'll finally say a word- probably the first of this one-way conversation.

"Quiet."

He'll softly but firmly grab your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, before pressing his lips against yours. He'll gently bite on the lower one, before initiating a slow, controlled, but deep series of kisses.

While you kiss, you'll probably notice the feeling of something small and metallic brushing against your tongue. That's right- it's a tongue piercing.

Before you can linger on the thought, the exchange is already broken. His lips hover over yours, and, as you slowly open your eyes, you're struck by the crimson red and black of his irises. There's something terribly hypnotising about them, and before you even realise it, you're acepting another kiss.

[leone-a]

Hey, if you're still taking requests, can I request sub Risotto with a male/gn S/O?

Sub HCs | Risotto Nero

Having Risotto subbing for you almost seems impossible, for several reasons.

First obstacle : his pride.

Second obstacle : not being in control is definitly something he's not used to. And he doesn't like it. One part of him feels like it's way too dangerous. You never know what could happen... and who might decide to betray him.

But you're different. It takes some time, but finally, during a private discussion between the two of you, with some alcohol involved, he accepts to give it a try.

You'll have to use a lot of physical affection to coax him into submitting. You'll feel him groan under you, as your lips travel his neck, and your nails dig into his sides and back, leaving long, red angry lines on his skin.

He's definitly quiet, and it takes a lot of effort to make him let out any noise. But you can tell what he's enjoying by looking at his eyes. The red of his irises somehow becomes brighter.

After a while, he'll tend to accept a lot more things.

You'll be able to have him do whatever you ask or order- he'll comply immediately. But you'll always see a spark of danger and defiance in his eyes, in the way he looks at you, while obeying. And if he's feeling like rebelling, you probably won't see it coming, and he'll make things wayyy harder for you.

If you're into it, don't hesitate. Spit on him, slap him, bite him, scratch him. All of this frankly pushes him to come way sooner.

Please don't cover his eyes. He likes to see what's happening around him. And honestly, having his red and black scleras glued on your face, blurry as you have your way with him, is hypnotising.

Don't expect him to beg. The closest thing you'll get will probably be a "please". You can consider yourself lucky if you hear him mutter this word.

Having him lost in lust under you is something you're sure to remember for years to come. The way he silently pants, eyes closed, messy silver hair sticking to his face, really is a sight to see.

[leone-a]

Just read the kinklist for Bruno, could you perhaps do the same for Leone?

Kinklist | Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is definitely into size difference. Being the tallest of his team has its perks... especially when it comes to making another person submit to him.

Speaking of submitting to him- he's into dirty talk, and humiliation. He'd make the most shameless person on Earth blush in less than two minutes. He loves insulting and teasing the hell out of you.

"Look at you. Who would've thought you'd be such a slut ?"

"Bitches don't use hands."

The real shameless individual is him. Doing it in public spaces where you could get caught at any given moment is a concept he finds interesting. At meetings with the rest of the team, if you're sitting next to Abbacchio, you'd better have a great poker face. If he's in the mood, he'll slowly glide his hand on your thigh, and just as slowly make his way up... until you're drenched, and outright rubbing yourself against his fingers.

He'll also indulge in more extreme things.

Abbacchio is into breath play. He knows when to stop, so don't worry. If you're into it, he'll gladly wrap his fingers around your neck, slowly cutting off your air supply, just enough to make you dizzy and send you to the edge.

I'd say he's also into BDSM.

Collaring is something he's often considered. Both on him, and you. If he's in a more submissive mood (and trusts you enough), he'll probably let you put a collar around his neck, and maybe even add a leash. Just so that you can jerk on it while he's eating you out, and give you a little bit of power.

Drunken sex is a huge kink of his, if it can be considered as such. When under the influence of alcohol, he tends to get really flirty and even more shameless. At a certain point, he might even lean towards the more submissive side. (I might write a "drunken sex with Abbacchio" scenario, if you guys are interested- don't hesitate to let me know !)

Finally, he loves marking. He'll purposefully leave his lipstick on your skin, along with hickeys, bite marks, or even scratches. You're free to do the same with him : he wouldn't do a single thing to hide them.