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Dhskdhdj imagine house husband Risotto AU where you’re at work one day talking about “your really amazing spouse who’s taken to being the home maker” and everyone is either assuming a small, delicate woman or a mousey guy, but Ris stops by one day with lunch and some flowers and everyone’s like “o h. (Name) wasnt kidding when they told us about their spouse being god like”
Idk why everyone’s just auto assuming the most stereotypical imagery 💀😂 but THATS RIGHT THATS UR MANS RIS WITH HIS LUNCH AND FLOWERS PACKED WITH LOVE AND CARE 😤
Like imagine u forgot to take ur pre-packed lunch and he just decides to pick up flowers on the way because A) they’re fresh, B) the owner knows him well enough to give him a discount & C) he was thinking of you too much to not get them for u 😩😭💓 and omg ur co-workers see this God of a man just being so sweet and loving to u and everyone just fucking 💘💘💘💘💘
The love and protect Risotto Nero (ex-mafia, currently house husband) club expands 😌✨
I must confess I love your interpretation of Rissoto makes my heart so happy and light. ✨ I actually made an OC paired with him it was supposed to be angsty? Ended up being soft and sweet and just years of pining.🥺 (... Like.. 7-9 years of pining oofs)
JXKWKPSJDKD thank you 🥺😭💕💓 a soft bitch like me just couldn’t help but make him soft as well KSKSKSKKS
Hold on... 👀👀👀👀👀👀 if ur comfortable with it... Grace the world with more of ur oc x ris mutual pining for almost a whole fucking decade to lovers 😳🥴
I caught up on Way of the House Husband, and my mind wandered to imagining Risotto in that position. Retiring/leaving the mafia (somehow, idk)/stepping back from it being life consuming and devoting himself to being a great spouse to his lover.
YEEESSSSSSSS EXACTLY THAT, FUCKIN PERFECT?!?!?!?
And Risotto’s the serious type too 😭😭😭😭😭 imagine him just doing househusband shit... like preparing breakfast and packed lunch for u... grocery shopping at a local street market to support the vendors and they all just are either super scared or love him to death... him picking up flower arranging as pastime just to duel it out with one of the neighbourhood association flower arrangement lover... RIS IN A KITCHEN APRON MAKING SOME CUTE-THEMED FOOD 😩😩😩😩
I’m gonna pa*s away now from a heart attack induced by this 😭😩
Summary - Risotto’s sexy. That’s a given, but it’s not entirely on purpose.
Note - A little bit of crack?
Warning - NOT/SFW (mentions of sex)
Risotto’s always had an intense, menacing look to his facial features, whether he intends to or not. The general population is, unsurprisingly, scared of him because of it. His bulky stature, gothic choice of clothing, and the striking colours of his eyes don’t exactly help his case either.
Honestly, the apprehension and fearfulness are just to be expected at this point.
There are, however, outliers. People who find him physically attractive and beautiful before anything else, and it’s safe to say that you’re one of them. From the moment you laid eyes on him, a towering existence exuding bewitching allure simply by breathing, he had you spellbound, and you’ve never looked back since.
Although, through time, you’ve found him becoming more and more adorable in your eyes, especially when you learnt that he had poor enough eyesight that required him to wear glasses or contacts on the regular. I mean, have you seen the man in his frameless rectangular glasses? If he wasn’t so uncomfortable with pictures, you would’ve taken hundreds — no, thousands by now, and have each picture on rotation as your screen savers. That’s how cute he was in glasses. But as he thrusts cock into you with such raw earnest, you‘re reminded of why you found him so absolutely entrancing in the first place because those eyes, those bright crimson eyes glinting behind an obsidian sea, had you magnetised. Not to mention the pinpoint concentration of his features, brows furrowing in sweat and sweet pleasure with lips panting and bitten red — it had you clenching on his cock in unadulterated ache without reservation.
Little do you know though, Risotto was just trying to make out a clearer image of your face after having forgotten to wear his eyewear. Again.
What if the volume/pitch of Metallica inside Risotto correlates to his mood? If he’s in a good mood, it softly wails, if he’s anxious, it starts proper screaming. And imagine that you, as his s/o, have learned to understand this correlation in a way that other people around him haven’t. So Ris is the kind of guy who has issues expressing his emotions verbally, but he catches on that you’ve started understanding how he’s feeling through Metallica. And late at night, after an awful, awful day, the two of you are lying together in bed and you, sensing his distress, crawl up to hold him. It’s at that moment Risotto comes to appreciate just how perfect you are for him.
Hold ON y’all this is the cutest most creative thing EVER holy FUCK @tenthgrove ur mf brain’s on FIRE 😩👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 i hope u enjoy some additional HCs to this 🤩
Cues - Risotto x GN!Reader
Note - Gender neutral reader
Genre - Fluff & light angst
Warning - TW (mentions of minor character deaths)
The only word I remember Metallica verbalising is “Load”, so they’ll probably be saying that while expressing Risotto’s emotions 🤔 Their intonation might change, their swaying too, so you’ll have to have a really keen eye 👁👁
And I think if you know about Ris’ stand and how it correlates with his moods, that would mean Risotto trusts u with his life 😳 seeing how he’s showing u a big part of him, because even fucking Diavolo didn’t know about his stand (I’m not sure if LS knew tho?) and that’s his gang boss 🌚
I also think Metallica would make their first few appearances when he finally feels safe with you, and to have you catch onto his little emotional cues is just a big way of saying ‘I really trust you’
Imo it’ll take a lot for Ris to show his distress bc he looks like the type to shoulder all the heavier stuff by himself (not that he doesn’t trust u, he probably just doesn’t wanna give u that burden)
So it’s probably on the night of Sorbet & Gelato’s funeral that he doesn’t have enough control left to hide Metallica’s harsh & anguished, grated full out cries & screams from u 😔 like fuck your own damn heart would break hearing them :( but when you comfort him, he’s so extremely grateful.
His acts of service (which I HC is his main language of love) goes up the roof the following few days, just to show how thankful he is that you’re in his life and how appreciative he is with how you comforted him after noticing.
I also think that he likes Metallica being out while in the confines of his safe place (at home, probably), so when he starts viewing you as his safe place too, you’ll be seeing so much of Metallica and their little sounds and movements uwu 💓 and sometimes, when he’s near enough, you’ll also catch a few tiny Metallica’s on your hand or shoulder. It’s like a cute little way of showing his affection to you 😭 and then if you see them wailing real soft and sweet, it’s time to have a heart attack bc FUCK THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭
I think a good way of helping him show you how he really feels when something goes wrong (whether in ur relationship or his life) is to bring up Metallica, but if (let’s say) you did something that really hurt him, it’ll take him awhile to go back to showing you his emotions through Metallica, since he (before this point) had so much trust and respect for you.
You said good mood is soft wails & anxious is screaming. I think anger would be growls, maybe? Or at least like a deeper sounding tone & the movements are barely there or just really jumpy looking 🤔 If he’s happy or feeling bouts of affection, I can see Metallica swaying a little more excitedly & their tone would be lighter & higher 🤔 if it’s sadness, I think the tone would be thicker and and in softer whispers 😔
I hope I did your amazing HC/idea some justice! Feel free to add on or disagree with me too 💕 thank you for sharing this with me 💓
Was it the smell of coffee wafting in the air? Was it your absence from your shared bed? Or was it his erection that woke him up from his afternoon nap?
Frankly, he couldn’t tell, nor did he care to. Not when he finds you swaying your hips to the melody from your speakers, and especially not when he sees your — his shirt ride up your hips, revealing that one bright red undergarment that always leaves him aching for a feel... so, that’s what he does. Risotto’s hands easily finds purchase on your hips, his thumbs barely tracing the edges of the infamous garment, like the damn tease that he is, before he slides them down to the apex of your thighs.
You knew sometimes your boyfriend had the tendency to wake up ‘excited’, but nevertheless, it still surprises you how forward he is every time with wanting you to help him out. Not that you were ever going to complain about that though. Not when his thumbs rub such gentle circles on your groin that you can’t help but feel a little warm in your cheeks. But not even moments later, he moves back up to your hips, thumbs dipping into the waist band of your red number with each careful flick. And while he relished in the goosebumps that raised from his trail of touch, it just wasn’t enough.
He wants more.
“Can I?”, he whispers by your ear, baritone heavy with lust as he leaves a bouquet of fluttering kisses, “I want you. Right now. If you’ll allow me...”, and you want to say yes. You want to verbalise your desires and reciprocate his lust, but his lips and hands are just so... distracting. They make you feel so titillated that all you could do in response is nod and nudge at Risotto to touch you everywhere else as well. And he doesn’t disappoint.
He never does, not when it comes to this — you, the both of you.
Wasting no more than a millisecond, Risotto begins to grind his erection with earnest on your ass, a steady rhythm already set in tandem with the movements of your eager hips by the time his raspy groans start to let loose.
One hand then move upwards, brushing past your nipples to situate itself around your neck. His fingers find themselves right where they need to be, applying pressure on that one spot you liked best to restrict your air flow, and Risotto feels himself twitching at your lewd little gasps. The sense of control and utter trust you lay in his hands always does such a number on him, and he thinks he’ll let some of the self-imposed restrain loose today, since you’re trying reacting so well, grinding back and clawing at his arm so lasciviously.
His free hand lets go of your hips to pull out his full length, veins prominent and sensitive along its curved outline, and decides to indulge in a shared kink of yours. One that has his breathing heavy by your ear, a panting, warm breath that makes you shiver all over and have your eyes roll back a little at how debauched your man sounds, how aroused he is because of you, because of your body.
“Risotto...”, you mewl, and it comes out breathy with his fingers still pressing down on your your throat. He’s heard the lilt in your tone enough times to know that you want him to pick up the pace, and while he rarely obliges, seeming to take more enjoyment in drawing out your desperation, he decides that he’ll bend... this time.
Risotto steadies his free hand back on your hips after shifting the red piece aside enough for him to slot his girth, agonisingly slow, between your thick thighs. His fingers dig themselves into your hips and you groan, knowing it’ll leave pretty little marks for days to come, before he starts to rock himself between your tight, warm flesh.
Risotto feels as if he’s near drunk, spewing grunts after moans and expletives after compliments at the pleasures felt from how snug your thighs pressed against his cock, leaking beads of pre-cum, coating wetness everywhere it slides against. With each thrust of Risotto’s study hips, slapping relentlessly against your own, it sets off a ripple on your lower body, further fueling his libido as he takes your raw eroticism and symphony of raunchy moans straight to his member.
It doesn’t take long before the building pressure in your groins releases itself with sputtering whimpers of his name in lightheadedness, and your body bounces limply against his until Risotto’s release came spurting onto the counter — dirty and hot with your name rolling off his heavy tongue.
The untouched coffee’s chilled by now and the kitchen top’s just a little messy, but that’s fine... it was worth it.
