*gasp* Anon! How cruel! ...And pretty fucking funny, I gotta admit! 😩 Here’s a short fic for ya! I hope it’s okay. 😊 It might be OOC, but I was trying to get a point across. 💕
A special thank you to my favorite Nori lover, @erenya-jaeger for the help with Kakyoin. 💕
Kakyoin x Abbacchio + Donuts (SFW)
CW: Character Death
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Abbacchio enters the shop. It’s exactly how he expected it to be- white interior with white tables and chairs. He crosses the room to the only other person there. The man dressed in green has a vertical scar over each eye and an interesting red coif that hangs down over the side of his face.
The man looks up at Abbacchio, “Oh! Hello. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to have to wait till I saw another person. I’m Noriaki Kakyoin.”
“Kakyoin, it’s nice to meet you... Or really shitty actually, figuring we’re both dead. I’m Leone Abbacchio.” The ex-cop pulls out a chair as he sits down across from the redhead.
“How did it happen, if you don’t mind my asking?” Kakyoin starts, obviously excited to not be alone anymore.
“Punched through the abdomen.” Abbacchio says bitterly, rubbing at where a fist sized hole should be.
“No kidding? Me too... Huh. Well this is some sick joke then.” Kakyoin chuckles to himself. Abbacchio furrows his brow in confusion. Kakyoin opens the box on the table between them. In it is a dozen donuts. Leone’s confusion is replaced with anger at the sight of the confectionaries.
“Some sick joke indeed… But I’m really hungry for being dead.” He can’t stop himself from salivating at the sight and smell of the fresh donuts before him.
“No matter how many I eat, I’m still famished and when I look, the box is full again.” Kakyoin takes out a donut and bites into it. “Must be some kind of purgatory, and it sucks.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Leone grumbles as he picks up his own donut to start eating.
The two talk about how they got there and share their experiences. They speak of their stands, their battles, and their friends. Tears occasionally welt up in their eyes, but more often they have smiles on their faces from the fond memories they share.
Kakyoin tells Abbacchio of the Joestars and what brave men of honor they are. Abbacchio immediately figures out who the Joestar was that he had crossed paths with. He swears under his breath Goddamnit Giorno!
Although the two are very different. They enjoy each other’s company and feel that they have found someone who uniquely understands them. Through their conversation, they recognize similarities between each other. They both tend to be passionate, but stubborn and slow to trust. They’ve expertly crafted a hard exterior to protect themselves from the cruelty of the world around them. They felt the need to hide their fears in order to keep up appearances of a normal life and harshly rejected people they didn’t trust. While they refused to let anyone in, they had struggled to find someone who understands them. That’s when they stumbled upon an unintentional family. They developed relationships and friendships daresay. Even deeper is their eternal devotion to them men they fell in love with.
After a great conversation and eating many donuts, Kakyoin reaches for another to find the box empty.
“What now?” Abbacchio asks his new friend.
“I have no idea.” Kakyoin closes the emptied box and finds that the lid now reads Welcome in golden letters. “I guess we get out of his purgatory and move on.”
“Good,” Abbacchio replies confidently as he stands. As the two walk out of the odd shop and into the golden sunlight outside, he adds, “I hope we don’t have to wait long for our friends... but I hope they don’t show up too soon.”
Risotto x Diavolo, fighting for dominance (If you know what i mean)
Hi Anon! 💕 Sorry this is ridiculously late. 😩 And sorry it’s come to this but I just can’t fulfill this ask. (For viewers at home, this was an ask for my 333 milestone “characters + item.”) My issue writing this one is that it always turned into dub con. Then I have to stop myself cuz I don’t write that for my own mental well-being. 😔 I’m sorry, Anon. 💕 But I will at least give you one little piece that stuck out in my mind. I couldn’t get my thoughts away from this. So, I think you’ll understand why I had to stop. 💕
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“I am your Don! You will do as I say!” Diavolo’s command held no sway on the assassin.
Without a shred of emotion, Risotto lifts his hand and grasps at the pink spotted hair at Diavolo’s nape. He pulls on the locks as he speaks to his boss, just an inch away from his black painted lips.
Hi Anon! Thank you so much for your patience on this! 💕 I hope you like this short fic! 💕
Fugo x Narancia + A Dress (SFW)
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“Heeey Fugo.” Narancia whines as he steps into the store after his new friend. His eyes squint, adjusting to the lighting. “Do we have to do this? My clothes are fine.” He looks down and tugs at his garments, trying to hide stains and tears.
The blonde scans the store looking for which way to wander. “Yes, we do. Bucciarati instructed me to buy proper clothes for you. So, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
The pair walk through the store with Narancia trailing behind, huffing and puffing. Along the way, something catches Narancia’s eye. He stops, but it takes Fugo a few more steps to realize he’s walking alone. He turns to find his new friend looking at a dress. He watches as Narancia reaches out and glides his fingers along the soft fabric. It’s top is dark orange and the skirt is medium orange with yellow squares. Fugo thinks for a moment then approaches him.
“Do… you wanna try it on?” He asks encouragingly.
“No.” Narancia scoffs. “I’m a boy. Boys don’t wear dresses.” He reluctantly releases the material and turns to walk away.
“Why not? If you want, you can alter it like I did with my suit.” Hearing Fugo’s suggestion, Narancia turns to look at the blonde considering the suit’s unique style.
“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?” He asks cautiously.
“Depends on what the purpose is.” Fugo’s response makes Narancia’s eyes squint and his lips purse as he thinks.
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Once at his new home, Narancia takes a pair of scissors to the dress. He fashions a kind of skirt for himself, pairing it with a black strappy top and skinny pants. From the dark orange portion, he creates a headband and wristbands. Standing before a mirror, Narancia swells with pride as he looks at his reflection in his new clothes.
He exits his room in search for Fugo. He finds him in the kitchen with Bruno and Abbacchio. Fugo smiles at his new friend and can easily see the confidence in the boy’s faced. Before Narancia can open his mouth to ask Fugo’s opinion, Abbacchio raises an eyebrow at the new team member and blurts out, “Are you weraing a fucking dress?”
Fugo can feel a vein in his forehead begin to bulge as he takes a breath to scold the ex-cop when Narancia speaks up first, “At least I’m not parading around with my fucking bara tiddies on display, Abbacchio!”
The air leaves the room as everyone looks at the team’s newest member and the ex-cop. They all stare and wait for someone to say something.
Suddenly, Bruno bursts into a roar of laughter. He points at Abbacchio and takes a deep breath as if he’s about to say something, but when he sees the blush across his boyfriend’s face, he erupts into laughter again.
“He has a point!” Fugo comments before joining in the laughter.
Abbacchio can only scowl and crosses his arms angrily. He knows they’re right. He has no place to comment on what someone wears as long as it makes them happy.
I’m really good at getting overwhelmed by how much I want to write (my own goals) and being so overwhelmed that I don’t do it. Avoidance? Procrastination? Fml either way. I guess I can call it a break cuz I’m determined to get it all done. And otherwise, I’m constantly writing. (I still enjoy it though.)
To do: Super Secret Fic; 6 333 Senarios; Put longer completed 333 senarios on Ao3; A promised 3way fic; DiaDop just smut fic; 3 Joestar!Risotto asks=scenarios?; RisDop + Diavolo ask=senario?; and an utterly draining RL writing project that fills me with imposter syndrome.
It hurts my brain to think of it all but putting it in a list makes it feel less overwhelming. I’ll have to put the list on the first page of my new journal. Maybe marking things off will help my confidence? (I thought to myself, “my writing journal is full, I need a new one.” And someone literally knocks on my door, handing me one a couple days later!)
I’m just fucking rambling at this point. But I guess I just wanted to give an update. You senario and ask people- I haven’t forgotten about you! I’m trying my best to get to it all and do a good job for you! 😊💕
Posting this way cuz this 333 Milestone request took on a life of its own, so I need a read more. This was a challenging and fun prompt! It ended up NSFW which is no surprise when writing about iced rice salad! I hope you like this @satansoull!!!
Content Warning: Oral Sex & Humiliation (I’m being a little overly cautious with this tag imo)
18+ ONLY BELOW
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Mista’s coming and going from Risotto’s home office hasn’t been overlooked by the rest of the La Squadra team. No one can ignore the noises that come from Risotto’s room, no matter how hard they try.
This is especially annoying to Ghiaccio. He can’t help but feel jealous when Mista arrives then hurriedly walks to Risotto’s office and stays there until he’s seen to leave again. Ghiaccio’s even more jealous of the way Mista holds Risotto’s attention and he’s painfully jealous of the sounds Risotto elicits from Mista.
When Mista arrives, he gives a lopsided grin to Ghiaccio. He absentmindedly gives a greeting as he walks pass, making a beeline for Risotto’s office. Ghiaccio loves that crooked smile and he fucking hates himself for it.
Ghiaccio tries to distract himself whenever Mista pays a visit, but it’s impossible, especially with how loud Mista is. Ghiaccio just tries to continue doing what he was before Mista arrived. He tries to focus on the movie he’s watching in the living room with Melone and Formaggio. When Mista walks by, Formaggio automatically turns up the volume, knowing what’s coming. Melone glances at Ghiaccio often, watching him become more and more agitated as time passes. Once the first cry from Mista is heard, Ghiaccio bolts up from the couch. He grumbles and walks away with fists clenched white. Melone notices the telltale bulge in Ghiaccio’s pants.
He coos after Ghiaccio, “Let me know if you need a ‘hand,’ Ghia Baby.” He doesn’t even try to hide his solicitation.
Without his eyes leaving the TV, Formaggio hits Melone on the chest with the back of his hand. “Leave the poor, horny guy alone.”
“Ow!” Melone cries out, exaggerating from the impact. “Hit me harder and you’ll have two horny guys.” He pouts and holds onto Formaggio’s hand.
Formaggio chuckles, “Shut up.” He turns up the TV even louder. Melone resigns, keeping hold of Formaggio’s hand and nuzzles into his shoulder.
When Ghiaccio enters his room, he slams the door shut. He leans back into the wood, his fists still white knuckled. He thinks for just a second. A second is all he’s allowed before he hears another cry from Mista. His mind races with thoughts of what the men could be doing together. He violently shakes his head as if he can make the thoughts fall from him.
He palms the hard cock in his pants for a moment, but he thinks better of it. He steels himself, turns around and walks back out his bedroom door. Ghiaccio stands in his doorway for what feels like forever. He waits and is forced to listen to the two carry on. Well, mostly Mista carrying on and on.
When Mista opens the door to leave. He’s startled to see Ghiaccio glaring at him. He shuts the door behind himself and turns to leave. As he does, Ghiaccio reaches out and takes hold of Mista’s wrist.
“What the fuck?” The Gunslinger asks readying for a fight and turning to the La Squadra member. He notices Ghiaccio’s flushed red as he’s pulled back into Risotto’s office. Ghiaccio slams the door behind them, still gripping onto Mista.
Ghiaccio takes a deep breath and blurts out, “I-I want in!”
Risotto sits at his desk already absorbed in his papers, “Excuse me, Ghiaccio?” The words linger as Risotto’s tongue plays with the name.
“You fucking know what I mean! We all know what you two do in here!” He releases Mista’s wrist and slides his grasp down to Mista’s hand and holds it. “I want in.” He repeats. He looks to Risotto with desperate eyes. His Capo looks to Mista. Mista shrugs then nods. He doesn’t need to think about it, he knows how Ghiaccio looks at him at meetings. You don’t have to be a genius to know what’s been going on in Ghiaccio’s mind.
Risotto then looks back to Ghiaccio. He stands and walks silently to the blue haired man. He looms over Ghiaccio, who’s the shortest of the three. “Are you saying you want us to fuck you?” He searches Ghiaccio’s eyes.
Ghiaccio squeezes Mista’s hand, and the hand squeezes back. This catches Ghiaccio off guard. He forgot he had a hold of the gunslinger. He feels emboldened with Mista’s gesture. “Yes.” He replies quietly.
“Yes, what? Where’s that passion that you stormed in here with? Have you already gone limp?” Risotto speaks evenly but he stands so close to the smaller man that he’s nearly pressed up against him.
Ghiaccio takes offence instantly at this and yells up into his Capo’s face. “I want you to fuck me!”
Risotto stands his ground, saying, “That’s more like it.” He lifts Ghiaccio’s glasses from his face and tosses them onto the floor. He takes hold of his face and kisses him roughly.
Mista stand there with wide eyes watching the two men. Okay, so this is happening. He thinks, then stops thinking as he joins in. The three men entwine in kisses and bites and some hair pulling because Ghiaccio is a fucking brat. They work their way to the bed where the three of them are naked with Ghiaccio reclining, propped up on his elbows.
“Oh! I thought you were bald under the hat.” Ghiaccio says as he looks up at Mista’s short curly hair.
“Why does everyone think that?” He shoots a confused looks to Risotto who just chuckles and takes a hold of Ghiaccio’s hard cock. Standing at the end of the bed, Risotto leans down and takes Ghiaccio’s thick 6 inches into his mouth. Risotto barely takes the time to roll back his foreskin before plunging Ghiaccio into his mouth.
The blue haired man yells, “FUCK!”
Risotto sucks hard onto the cock and pulls off with a loud POP! “Oh, that’s right.” Looking at Ghiaccio, he continues, “You’re too fucking loud. Mista put your cock in his mouth. You have sucked cock before right, Ghiaccio?”
Ghiaccio looks at Mista’s cock, then back to Risotto without saying anything but turns bright red.
“Fuck all these virgins.” Risotto says flatly while he rolls his voidous eyes.
“I’m not a fucking virgin!” Ghiaccio blurts out.
“Well, that doesn’t help you here, now does it?” Risotto stands and Ghiaccio stares at his half flaccid 10 inches. Ghiaccio swallows hard.
“You know how a cock works. Just do what you like.” Risotto says as he motions for Mista to move closer to the man on the bed.
Mista approaches, heeding Risotto’s command. He stands over Ghiaccio who looks up at him still blushing. He gives that smile that Ghiaccio hates to love. Seeing the effect he has on the man below him, Mista begins rubbing his cock. “If you’re going to back out, you’d better say something now.” The gunslinger says taking a note from his first encounter with Risotto.
“I’m not going to fucking back out!” He takes hold of Mista’s 7 1⁄2 inches. Seeing this, Risotto takes hold of the cock before him. Risotto starts by working it, mirroring Ghiaccio’s actions. As Ghiaccio handles Mista, so does Risotto with Ghiaccio’s cock: pulling back the foreskin, licking along the underside, and sucking gently at the head.
Risotto is a patient man, but right now, he wants to get straight to business. With his free hand, he starts working his own cock. He takes in all of Ghiaccio, hollowing his cheeks to create suction around him. In response, Ghiaccio whines onto Mista and takes the Gunslinger deeper. Absorbed in the feeling he’s receiving, Ghiaccio finds his rhythm. Mista’s head rolls back and he runs his hand through the blue curls before him.
Risotto notices it first. As he’s working Ghiaccio, the cock begins cooling and grows colder and colder with each bob. Risotto looks to Mista to see if he’s having a similar reaction. Mista is absorbed in his end of the situation. He looks down at Ghiaccio who’s own eyes are closed as he hums into Mista’s cock savoring the taste of the gunslinger. Mista looks over to Risotto with a slight grimace as the cold is starting to feel uncomfortable for him.
Risotto pulls off of Ghiaccio with another POP! Ghiaccio releases Mista with a yelp at the sensation. “That’s enough.” The capo says. He stands and walks over to Mista’s side. “We’re switching, Mista.”
“Oh, okay.” Mista is both relieved and disappointed.
“You’ve already came today. If you want to cum again, you can do it on your own.” Risotto reminds him.
Mista begins to walk passed the capo, but he grabs Mista by the arm. “Come here first.” Risotto says kissing the gunslinger and Risotto presses his tongue into Mista. He feels the cool within Risotto’s mouth and tastes Ghiaccio on him. Risotto breaks the kiss and in a daze, Mista walks away, but not before Risotto can give him a firm slap on the ass. Mista lets out a yelp as he jumps slightly from the action causing his cock to bounce. He walks to the foot of the bed rubbing the sting on his ass.
Ghiaccio’s eyes follow Mista then he looks up at Risotto who’s already stroking himself. The blue haired man below him swallows hard.
“You should thank me for working you up to this.” Risotto says looming over his subordinate. Ghiaccio just looks at him dumbfounded. Risotto tilts his head slightly, giving an expectant look.
“Oh! Uh, thank you.” Ghiaccio blurts out, but Risotto continues looking at him expectantly and continues pumping his own cock. Mista watches the exchange, his cock straining but ignored as he admires the way Risotto speaks to Ghiaccio.
Ghiaccio clears his throat. “Thank you very much, Capo.” He says flatly, glancing at Risotto’s cock which is now bouncing in his face as it’s being stroked.
“That’s more like it. You should also be grateful that we’re sucking you off. Isn’t that right Mista?” Mista agrees as soon as he hears his name.
“Thank you for… sucking me off, Capo.” Risotto gives him that expectant look again then looks to Mista.
“Thank you for sucking me off, Mista.” Ghiaccio blurts it out sounding like one long word. Understanding the game, Mista helps himself to Ghiaccio’s cock and starts licking at him as he continues to watch Risotto play with his blue haired toy.
Ghiaccio lets out a cry in response to Mista. Risotto swiftly bends over and kisses Ghiaccio, silencing him. Risotto forces his tongue into Ghiaccio’s mouth. Risotto notices the familiar taste of Mista in Ghiaccio’s mouth and Ghiaccio tastes himself. Risotto breaks the kiss by biting on his subordinate's lip. Ghiaccio winces and whines.
Risotto takes hold Ghiaccio’s chin. “Open.” Ghiaccio obeys his capo and opens his mouth. Looking into Ghiaccio’s eyes, Risotto spits into the waiting mouth. He stands giving Ghiaccio that expectant look again.
“Oh! Uh, Thank you, capo.” Ghiaccio says and lets out a whimper as his eyes fixate on the large cock that Risotto is stroking in his face once again.
Mista takes all of Ghiaccio into him and works him steadily. He strokes himself with this free hand while he tries to watch the two men before him.
Ghiaccio takes a hold of Risotto’s cock and runs his tongue along the underside of the head, looking up at his capo. Risotto’s face holds no reaction for Ghiaccio to read, instead he places a large hand at the back of Ghiaccio’s head and presses himself into the mouth below him. Risotto sets a steady rhythm for him without going deeper than Ghiaccio can manage.
Ghiaccio’s been feeling confused up until this point. He enjoyed the humiliation more than he expected. If he’s honest with himself, he’s enjoying everything more than he expected. Having his capo in his mouth is the most exhilarating of it all. He savours the taste and tries to take him as deeply as he can, creating a pace of his own. Risotto remove his hands from Ghiaccio’s head and watches the man below him suck his cock with eyes closed. Risotto can see how much he’s enjoying the taste and feel of him. He looks over to Mista who’s also absorbed in the cock in front of him. Little muffled moans can be heard from the gunslinger as he’s also rubbing himself.
Then the cold starts to set in again. Having expecting it now, Risotto notices it first. He looks to Mista, who a moment later opens his eyes to look at Risotto. He furrows his brow but continues on.
Working the cock with a hand as an extension of his mouth, Mista tightens his grip to make up for the numb feeling the cold is setting in. He does the same with his mouth, pressing his tongue against Ghiaccio’s underside firmer and creating more suction.
Ghiaccio lets out a moan around Risotto. The cock feels increasingly warmer in his mouth, but he doesn’t question it. He tries to focus on his task, but Mista’s mouth feels too good. Ghiaccio falters with his orgasm approaching.
Risotto places his hand in the blue hair, guiding Ghiaccio. The capo watches as his subordinate gags around his cock with eyes shut tight and tears forming in the corners.
Letting go of his own cock, Mista takes hold of Ghiaccio’s thighs, pulling it as deep within his mouth as he can. Ghiaccio’s orgasm hits him and he cums icy into Mista’s mouth. It’s an odd sensation that Mista can’t wrap his head around. He drinks of Ghiaccio regardless getting every last drop. Mista releases Ghiaccio with a cold exhale a that he can see floating in the air. He sits on the bed, and resumes slowly stroking himself as he watches his two lovers.
Focusing on the sting of the cold, Risotto cums in Ghiaccio’s mouth with a low growl. Ghiaccio wasn’t prepared for the force at which his capo cums. It hits the back of his throat causing him to gag a little, but he keeps hold on Risotto. With his hand, the capo pumps his cock a few last times to make sure his subordinate takes all of his seed.
He pulls out of Ghiaccio’s mouth and says “Show me.” Ghiaccio’s brows furrow but he opens his mouth showing Risotto the pool of cum in his mouth.
“Swallow.” Risotto gently commands. Ghiaccio makes a small grimace but obeys his capo and swallows the load.
“Show me.” Risotto coos. Ghiaccio is surprised by this. He’s never heard his capo speak like this. Ghiaccio excitedly opens his empty mouth to Risotto, sticking his soft pink tongue out of his mouth.
“Good Boy.” Risotto says as he leans down to kiss Ghiaccio, tasting himself on his subordinate. The kiss is broken when Risotto hears a whimper at the other side of the bed.
“Ah! Sorry.” Mista says, stroking his cock and watching the other two.
“Lay down, my gunslinger.” Risotto commands and Mista obeys. Once laying down, Risotto instructs. “Ghiaccio, keep him quiet.” The capo takes all of Mista into his mouth. Mista cries out.
“A-Ah! I’m already clo…” Mista is cut off by a kiss from Ghiaccio. Ghiaccio tastes himself on Mista’s tongue and Mista notices the familiar taste of the capo. Mista wraps his arms around the cold man, kissing him furiously as his orgasm approaches.
Risotto takes hold of Mista’s balls and cradles them as he works his tongue at Mista’s underside. Mista moans at Ghiaccio’s tongue as his thighs start to tremble. Risotto half smiles with his mouth around the gunslinger. Squeezing Ghiaccio tighter, Mista cums and Risotto drinks of him hungrily.
Mista releases Ghiaccio and he plops onto the bed above Mista. Risotto joins them, laying at Mista’s side. All three men lay on the bed, panting with Mista breathing the hardest.
“Ya know,” Mista starts then chuckles. “When you cum, it’s like ice cream.” He looks at Ghiaccio with the grin he loves.
Ghiaccio takes offense, “What the fuck?” He turns his head to glare at the gunslinger.
“Yeah, you know, cuz when you cream it’s cold like ice.” Mista explains his brilliant realization. Risotto lets out a deep chuckle, but Ghiaccio only scowls.
“That sounds good, Gunslinger. Let’s get some actual ice cream.” The capo offers as he stands to get dressed.
Risdop: Risotto don't like the taste of the Risotto nero, then Doppio lick him and say in taste well
This is such a cute prompt @noble-venice!!! I love it! 💕
Content Warning: Alcohol Consumption
SFW but suggestive.
Risotto x Doppio + The Taste of Risotto Nero
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Doppio scans over the menu with a big smile. Trying a new restaurant always excites him. He glances over the top of the menu to his handsome boyfriend across the table from him. Doppio’s delighted that he convinced Risotto to do his hair instead of wearing his favorite hat. He couldn’t talk him into wearing color though. Instead, Risotto wears a black button down, black slacks and pewter tie. Doppio makes up for his partner’s lack of color by wearing a lavender button down with the violet bow tie that Risotto gifted him for Valentines Day.
When getting ready, Risotto watched Doppio struggle to afix the bow-tie. Every time Risotto tried to help, Doppio would swat him away swearing he could do it himself. After 10 minutes of struggling, Doppio gave up and let Risotto do it. He swore he could get it if they weren’t worried about missing their reservation.
The waiter walks up to their table and Doppio lets out a startled yelp. He had been lost in thought, staring at his lover instead of deciding on what to eat. Risotto chuckles at him as Doppio wishes he could hide his blushing face behind the menu.
Without looking up, he orders the first familiar thing he sees- risotto nero. He looks up to his boyfriend who furrows his brow and smiles slightly. Risotto plays it safe by ordering the spaghetti. They add pinot noir to their order and then hand their menus to the waiter.
By the time their food arrives, they’re ready for another bottle of wine. Once the waiter sets down their plates, he leaves to get their wine.
Risotto looks at the black dish in front of his colorful boyfriend. “I can’t believe you actually ordered that.”
“Of course! I can’t pass up any opportunity to have risotto nero in my mouth.” He fights to hold back a smirk from forming on his face but he loses. With a grin, he scoops a bite of the black rice and squid onto his fork and tastes it.
“It’s good. You should try some… of yourself.” Doppio chuckles holding out a bite on his fork for his partner.
The stoic Risotto leans forward, takes the bite and makes a sour face. Doppio’s eyes go wide and he does his best to stifle laughter.
After cleaning his pallet with a gulp of wine, Risotto comments, “No, I don’t like the way ‘I’ taste at all.”
Doppio grins mischievously, finally given the chance he’s been waiting for. He gets up from his seat and steps over to his lover. He gives Risotto a small lick on his cheek, then whispers into his ear, “I think you taste great. I’m going to head to the bathroom. You should follow me after a minute.” Doppio licks the shell of Risotto’s ear for good measure.
Doppio notices his boyfriend gripping his napkin tightly. Risotto whispers back, “Our food’s going to get cold.”
“You’d better be quick then.” Doppio says playfully as he turns to walk away. He gives one last lustful glance over his shoulder as he turns the corner.
For the Soft Milestone. Could you do a SFW (may be a bit NSFW but not too much) scenario with Risotto+Prosciuto+Glass of wine?
I hope this is SFW enough... 💕 My mind kept going to one place since they were given a glass of wine.
Content Warning: Alcohol Consumption
Risotto x Prosciutto + Glass of Wine
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The rest of the team dispersed after dinner, leaving Risotto and Prosciutto alone at the table. The two talked about nothing and everything as they shared a bottle of red wine. Risotto sits leaning forward with elbows on the table, resting his mouth at his knuckles. Prosciutto sits lounging back with an arm across the top of the chair next to him.
Prosciutto lifts his glass taking the last of the crimson into his mouth. When the glass is returned to the table, Risotto pours more wine into it.
“One more glass.” The capo says filling it half way.
“Of course, my capo. I am but a humble servant to follow your commands.” Prosciutto grins lopsidedly with a grand bowing gesture. He takes a generous sip of the red liquid in his glass.
Risotto chuckles into his fist. “Your… obedience does not go unrecognized.” He smiles then swiftly finishes his wine.
“One more glass.” Prosciutto suggests filling his capo’s glass half way, emptying the bottle.
“Grazie, Prosciutto,” Risotto’s tongue plays with the words as they glide out of his mouth.
“One more glass!” The capo proclaims.
Prosciutto laughs and nods. He stands from the table to fetch another bottle. Risotto’s eyes trail the man’s body as his back is turned and watches as he skillfully opens the bottle.
When Prosciutto returns to the table, the capo suggests “Why don’t you sit next to me?” This sounds like a question but it’s not. Prosciutto raises an eyebrow as he looks at his capo. He can see lust simmering in the abyssal eyes. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't excited at the prospect.
Prosciutto sets the bottle on the table, and turns the chair to face his capo. He sits back, lounging in the chair.
Risotto takes Prosciutto’s glass, and fills it. When Risotto turns to hand the glass to his subordinate, the outside of his knee rests against the inside of Prosciutto’s leg.
Prosciutto notices the contact, but tries to ignore it. Letting the leg rest against his own, he takes the glass from his Capo, “Grazie.” He takes a large gulp of wine.
Sensing trepidation within Prosciutto, Risotto lifts his glass for a toast. “To the success of La Squadra and health to our comrades!”
Choosing his words carefully, Prosciutto raises his glass in response, “May we never go down without a fight.” He drinks heartily to the toast.
Risotto lifts his glass to his mouth. He speaks into the glass with a smirk before taking a sip, “You will ‘go down’ regardless.”
Prosciutto looks Risotto in the eye. “Is that so, Capo? Are you prepared to back that threat?” He’s had too much wine to hold back his brimming excitement.
The capo scoffs, and with a smirk he says, “More like a suggestion.” He leans forward and hooks a finger around Prosciutto’s necklace. He slowly tails the digit down to the pendant resting on Prosciutto’s abdomen. “Why don’t we take the bottle to my room to find out?”
Prosciutto raises an eyebrow, looking over his capo careful. He finishes his glass quickly then says, “One more glass of wine, first.”
This ask from @satansoull took on a life of its own and ended up NSFW. Big surprise with these two! lol So I’m posting it this way so I can add a read more.
Here’s a reference pic just because I love it so fucking much!
333 Milestone: Risotto x Mista + Lipstick
CW: Oral Sex
18+ ONLY BELOW
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After the meeting between La Squadra and Bucciarati’s gang concludes, Risotto heads straight for Abbacchio. Mista watches Risotto talk to the ex-cop. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of jealousy for Risotto’s attention, but he tries to shake the feeling from his head. He’s within Abbacchio’s line of sight. He watches as Risotto says something that makes Abbacchio look taken back and glance at Mista. As a reflex, Mista looks away as quickly as possible.
When the two are finished talking, Risotto turns to Mista and starts walking towards him. Now that Mista has Risotto’s attention, he wishes he didn’t. He feels like he should run, but his legs aren’t obeying him.
Risotto leans down to the man still sitting. “Take this down,” he commands, with a deep sultry voice just for Mista. He looks deeply into the gunslinger’s eyes. As told, Mista writes the name of a store, a brand and a color. Risotto instructs that he purchases the item and meets him in his home office in two hours.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” He promises with a grin before walking away before Mista has a chance to respond.
When Mista arrives at the department store, he doesn’t know what section to go to since he has no idea what he’s buying. Luckily someone greets him upon entering. He asked them where to find the item. They look at him for a moment then weakly smile. They lead him over to the makeup section and hand him a tube of black lipstick. Mista thanks them when instead he really wants to say “Oh fuck me!” He purchases the item and leaves as quickly as possible.
Half an hour has passed since he spoke with the La Squadra Capo. Now he waits and wonders that the fuck Risotto has planned. He thinks about the signage near the lipstick “Long Lasting” and “Kiss Proof” are two that stand out to him.
An hour and a half later, on the dot, Mista knocks on the door of the La Squadra base. Formaggio answers. Once he sees who it is, he rolls his eyes and waves for Mista to come in. “You know where he is,” the La Squadra member says. He leaves Mista at the door then returns to his spot on the couch next to Melone to watch TV.
“Thanks?” Mista says as he enters and closes the door behind him. He glances at Melone who’s been staring at him. Melone winks and kisses in Mista’s direction. The gunslinger looks away, blushes and heads straight to Risotto’s room. Melone growls after him. Formaggio swats Melone in the chest with the back of his hand.
“Leave the boy alone, Melone.” Formaggio suggests flatly. They can hear Mista knocking on Risotto’s door.
“Boy!?” Melone asks surprised. “More like fresh meat!” He’s sure to say this loud enough for Mista to hear.
Risotto opens the door. “I heard that.” He calls out to Melone in the living room. He steps passed Mista, without looking at him and walks into the living room. “You will be courteous to our guest.” Risotto commands as his eyes burn into Melone. “Won’t you, Melone?”
“Yes, Capo.” Melone says with an eye roll and a pout. He grabs the throw pillow next to him and hugs it against himself, as if it were a shield.
When Risotto turns to talk away, Melone adds, still pouting, “You’re no fucking fun.”
“I heard that too, Melone!” Risotto yells over his shoulder. His eyes meet Mista’s and he looks the man up and down. Mista feels like he’s being sized up as a meal. “After you.” Risotto says as he gestures to his home office,which is also his bedroom. Although Mista heard Risotto speak plenty earlier today, whenever he speaks for Mista’s ears alone, his deep voice is laced with excitement. The men enter as Risotto closes and locks the door behind them.
Risotto stands inches away from Mista, “I see you have it.” He says as he gently palms Mista’s crotch. Mista lets out a groan and starts babbling about his embarrassment buying it as Risotto glides his hand to the man’s pocket and removes the lipstick.
“Good.” Is Risotto’s only reply. He takes the lipstick over to his desk and sits in his chair. He takes off his hat, tossing it onto the desk without looking. Mista approaches as he fishes around for a mirror in his desk. Once he finds it, he opens the lipstick and applies it to his lips. Mista leans against the desk and watches the La Squadra Capo.
“No, no. Sit on the desk.” Risotto says as he rolls back in his chair to make room for the man.
Mista furrows his brow at the order, but he complies, sitting on the desk on the other side of Risotto’s mirror. Finished with his application, Risotto presses his lips together in the mirror and turns to Mista with his lips coated black.
“Well?” he asks.
“Uh, it’s nice?” Mista says at first. Then he actually looks at the capo and he feels the gravity of the situation. “It’s uh… very nice. A good look on you. I… uh… I like it. A lot.” This time Mista speaks in earnest, looking Risotto in the eye.
Risotto hums an affirmative response and stands. With Mista sitting, Risotto towers over him. He gently takes hold of the slightly scared face before him and kisses the man, pressing the lipstick onto him. Risotto breaks the chaste kiss and smiles at Mista whose eyes are half lidded with lipstick lopsided on his mouth. Risotto grins and Mista notices his dimple on his right cheek. Risotto moves his thumb over Mista’s mouth, smearing the transferred lipstick onto his face.
“Now, take out your gun.” Risotto commands as he sits down in his chair and rolls it forward so he’s close to his gunslinger. With excited hands, Mista follows his orders and removes his hardened cock from his pants.
He unceremoniously takes hold of Mista’s cock and strokes it slowly. Mista lets out a yelp and leans back with his hands supporting his weight.
“I appreciate that you bought this lipstick for me, my gunslinger.” Risotto coos as he glides his free hand along Mista’s thigh. Mista yelps his affirmative. His gaze darts from Risotto’s hand, to his eyes and matching mouth.
“I’m going to suck you off.” Risotto continues as an eager whimper sounds from the man in his hand.
“It’s going to make quite a mess, but you’re not allowed to clean it off.” Risotto tightens his grip at his last words.
Mista lets out a gasp, “But...”
“Clean yourself of course,” Risotto clarifies. “But if you rub one out, I’ll know. So, the next time we meet, my marks better still be around your cock. Do you understand?” He picks up his pace as he asks his question.
“Yes. Fuck! Yes, fine. Please just blow me already.” Mista begs. “Fuck!”
Risotto grins and chuckles, “Oh, my gunslinger. I’ll blow you when I’m good and ready. And only then.” He stops working Mista and slowly pulls back his foreskin revealing the head wet with precum. Risotto hums to himself as he dips his head down and licks his tongue around the soft pink flesh. Mista lets out a loud whimper and his legs tremble at the sensation. Risotto licks at the ridge then circles the head with his tongue. Mista lets out a whine as he continuously begs for further stimulation.
“My fucking god, you’re whiny today.” Risotto points out as he reaches up and puts two fingers into Mista’s open and panting mouth. Mista takes hold of the large wrist at his face and holds it as he sucks on the fingers, moaning into them.
With his partner silenced enough, Risotto takes in the full length of the cock. Mista opens his mouth to let out a moan, but Risotto presses his fingers down, holding Mista’s tongue in place. The La Squadra Capo continues to work Mista slowly, curling his large tongue at the underside.
With his eyes trained on the man before him, Mista opens his mouth to try to moan. His effort is met with Risotto gripping his jaw with the rest of his hand, a reminder to stay quiet. Instead Mista lets out a small whine.
In response to Mista’s defiance, Risotto slows his pace. It’s nearly painfully slow to Mista as Risotto’s mouth pulls all the way off of him, then takes him in again. Risotto moans into the cock to tease Mista further.
With the cock still in his mouth, Risotto turns his focus to Mista’s face. He sees the man above him with desperation painted on his face. Drool is running from the open mouth, onto his hand. He can feel his partner trembling under him. Mista’s body is begging for release. His pleading eyes meet Risotto’s.
At the sight of Mista, Risotto hums into his cock and removes his wet hand from the mouth. Mista pants and apologizes, promising to try to stay quiet.
Risotto pulls off of Mista’s cock just long enough to chuckle and say, “Liar.” Risotto wraps his wet hand and mouth around Mista’s cock and starts working him in earnest. Mista lets out an uncontrolled whimper and falls back onto the desk. Risotto stands in response to better angle himself to take all of his partner into his mouth.
Finally getting the stimulation he’s been craving, it only takes a few more pumps for Mista’s orgasm to slam into him. He’s barely able to warn Risotto as he claps both of his hands over his mouth to try to silence his whaling. Mista cums forcefully into the Capo’s mouth and Risotto drinks of his partner. As he pulls off of the cock, Risotto makes sure to rub any last bit of lipstick onto it.
Risotto stands and smiles at the man lying on his desk. “Now remember…”
Mista cuts him off, “I know. I know. There’s no point anyways. Nothing I can do feels as good as you do.”
Risotto leans down to his gunslinger’s face. “You have a point there.” They kiss with only a smear of black lipstick between them.
