#formaggio mentioned

[femluca]

the dye wore off

did you guys know that my luca design was ginger for a bit until I changed her hair back to its og color. i intended her to look a bit more like manga formaggio

lets be gingers with big brother :-)

[goodfriendgr0tty]

tell us about ur part 5 headcannons twin ^_^

YAHOOO YAAHOOOO YAHOOO YIPPEEE YIPPPEEEE umm okay this is going to be random because i dont have enough headcanons for everyone to warrant something structured so um um um well since ghiaccio is my favorite i will start with him….

i think ghiaccio is very autistic (alongside many other disorders) and also gay but would never ever admit that and i ship him with melone (uses he/him pronouns) :3 he likes eating freeze dried food (specifically freeze dried fruit like banana slices and strawberry slices) and he has many alarms set randomly to wake him up at night to stay vigilant (for what? who knows..) but his actual wake up time is like. 4am. he is also tech support for every member of la squadra but hates having to help them (mostly is tech support for formaggio because i think he has a habit of downloading malware onto literally every device he touches) he has braces still and despises it because of the awful sensory experience (thank you mutual for this headcanon) and his body temperature is unnaturally cold. he has many special interests (still deciding the specifics…) and stims via biting his nails until he cannot anymore due to them bleeding and other forms of skin picking. is on the no fly list and is also on every landlords “do not rent to” list.

headcanons for melone next… i love melone… melone is also autistic (also alongside many other disorders) and is a trans man (uses he/they pronouns) and he is pansexual and in a relationship with ghiaccio! :3 he loves keeping track of literally everything about every member of la squadra and has extremely detailed and extensive charts documenting everything from height and weight to breathing patterns during sleep. (dont ask him how he tracks that) He also loves making cocktails for fun and is actually very good at it! I think melone is a very heavy sleeper and will sleep in for as long as he can without getting in trouble…. he needs his beauty sleep… Also he is partially blind. He is late to EVERYTHING and the rest of la squadra has started lying about meeting start times just to get him to show up on time. (He gets pouty when they do this and claims he has never been late and that this is completely unnecessary.) His favorite song is Maneater (by Nelly Furtado) and loves those really long strangely phallic popsicles. He has a tongue piercing, (thank you same mutual from before) nipple piercings, and something similar to Mikitaka’s nose chain! :3

General headcanon for every La Squadra member: they all smell like their official perfumes! (search up what those smell like if you are curious… there is one website that lists what they smell like)

final notes,, this is not all my headcanons for either of these freaks and i do have headcanons for other characters but this is already way too long and im kind of lazy… THANK YOU FOR ASKING THOUGH ILYYY 🩷🩷🩷

[bjnurse]

Risotto x Mista + Lipstick

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.

[bjnurse]

Diavolo x Oyecomova :') with a squeegee.. Congrats on that milestone!! 💖💕

I fail and am not caught up. So, @itshardbuddy gave me a new suggestion:

I hope you like where I went with this! 💕

Content Warning: Language (cuz Ghiaccio)

Risotto x Ghiaccio + Squeegee

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Risotto is a diligent and attentive capo. He cares for his team, even if he doesn’t always show it by acts or words. Although he’s too busy to plan “team building” activities like Bucciarti, he makes a point to pay attention to each team member and their needs. When not working in his home office, he tries to spend time among his team. He often just acts as a fly on the wall and observes them. He takes note of their idiosyncrasies.

He notices something new about Ghiaccio. Midargument, he removes his red glasses, cleans them against his shirt and places them back on his nose. He does this multiple times. The next day, Risotto notices him do it again. Being a caring Capo, he gets a gift to hopefully aid Ghiaccio.

Standing in the doorway of the living room, Risotto calls his name as Ghiaccio is in an argument and currently wiping off his glasses. Ghiaccio jumps at the sound and automatically redirects his yelling in response. Once he realizes it’s his capo summoning him, he walks away from the argument and follows Risotto into his office.

Formaggio calls after him with a crooked grin, “Yeah, walk away. You know I’m right.”

Ghiaccio’s steaming as he stomps away following Risotto. He yells over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up! This isn’t over!” He’s still grumbling when he walks inside the office and Risotto closes the door behind them.

Risotto crosses the room to his desk and sits at the closest side, leaning against it. The capo crosses his arms across his broad chest as he waits patiently for the blue haired man to finish his fuming and retelling of the argument. The capo mindfully listens and nods at the appropriate points. Once fully vented and realizing that he has the full attention of his capo, Ghiaccio becomes self aware and clenches his fists.

“Well, what did you want?” He takes off his glasses and starts wiping them onto his shirt again.

Risotto stands and closes the distance between them. He takes a hold of Ghiaccio’s wrist. Ghiaccio just stares at the physical contact from his capo for a moment, then looks up into his crimson eyes.

“Ghiaccio.” As the capo only says his name. He feels a shutter in his spine. He takes an instinctive step back and the wood of the door meets his backside. Ghiaccio can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looks up at Risotto.

The capo takes takes the glasses from Ghiaccio’s hand and places them on his own face. Although a little too small, they fit fine enough. He looks down at the man in front of him.

“How do you see out of these?” Risotto asks flatly. For a moment, Ghiaccio just stares at his capo with glasses matching his eyes. Both men have to squint to look at each other.

“What? They’re not your prescription!” Ghiaccio swings his free hand to try to swipe the glasses from Risotto’s face, but the capo skillfully ducks out of reach.

“True, but they’re so dirty.” Still wearing the glasses, Risotto turns and walks to his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out something small. Ghiaccio has no chance in making out what it is. He can tell that Risotto takes the glasses from his face and does something to them before returning where Ghiaccio waits. Risotto places the glasses back onto Ghiaccio and he can see crystal clear.

“Wha? How did you do that?” Ghiaccio asks in wonder.

“With this.” Ghiaccio swears he can hear joy in Risotto’s voice. His hand is taken by the capo again and a small object is placed into it.

Ghiaccio’s blue brow furrows. “What the fuck is this!?” He holds up the tiny squeegee in his hand.

“I got it for your glasses,” Risotto replies as if it’s the best idea he has ever had.

“Thank you?” Ghiaccio says, accepting the seemingly oddly thoughtful gift. He looks up to his capo as if he’s seeing him for the first time. He even notices the dimple in Risotto’s right cheek as he’s smiling down at him. Seeing his capo smile at him in such a way, lightens Ghiacco’s heart. He gives his capo an awkward smile in return and reiterates his gratitude before awkwardly shuffling out of the room.