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jjba-hell · 3 years

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Repaid

Day 3 and its time for some spaghetti western shenanigans.

Listen... I don’t like Westerns but I did have way too much fun writing this so do with it what you may.

Reader stays gender neutral in this house, no real warnings save for some guns and violence. Enjoy.

The dull ache in your right eye socket is really starting to get you. You’d figured you could sleep it off if not for the scratchy material of the tavern sheets under your skin.

Wait.

How did you get to the tavern again? Last time you checked Miles was a few days behind you and he had the money. The plan was to camp.

Camp... camp... oh right camp! You sat up to look for anyone else awake- someone should be on watch but there’s no dying campfire beside you. There was nothing beside you, not even a horse to say you’d been left behind. All that stretched around you was an infinite amount of desert sand painted pale blue by the full moon above you.

“Shit.” You hiss out between your teeth as you push yourself up on your feet. Not even so much as a sleeping mat was underneath you and god this stupid eye of yours was foggy. Must be some sand caught in your eye- wouldn’t it scratch though?

You didn’t have much time to consider pondering as a shadow- that’s the best you could describe it- pushed its shoulder through you and continued a sluggish walk ahead of you to fuck knows where.

“Where are you going?” You found yourself asking with a voice much too hoarse to be your own. Not only was it hoarse but it brought awareness to just how dry and cracked your mouth and throat were. If you’d been out here since sundown or ever before that your throat was probably bleeding. Might explain the taste.

Without feeling like you had much choice you started walking after the shadow. The longer you walked the worse every annoying itch turned into an ache- the scratchiness in your throat only seemed to get worse the more you huffed a breath to continue walking. If you were following death, honestly you’d just laugh.

After what felt like hours you were no longer alone- a few other figures much like the one you were following seemed to join you in blindly walking after the leader. You couldn’t see much of them either, not that they were close enough to look at anyway. The town’s dull yellow lights seemed to brighten every step you took but it wasn’t enough to convince your body to cooperate. The closer you got, the heavier your limbs, the harder the steps until your knees gave out under you and your face acquainted itself with the dirt.

All you could remember after that was the feeling of hands clasping themselves under your arms and your feet dragging behind you.

“That’s the only memory I have of that night. I had no idea I even spoke to you.” You admitted to the man whose saddle you were slung over. “So unless you plan on selling yourselves out for a little bounty money I don’t see why this is fucking necessary.”

When you’d woken up from that night you found yourself more coddled than you’d ever been in your life- swaddled in soft sheets and even softer pajamas, wrapped up in bandages like you were a porcelain doll.

Didn’t last long and now you owed this gang money for your stay and a doctors visit. You promised you’d pay them back but you didn’t have a fucking penny on you. Their solution? Tying your hands in front of you and slinging you over the saddle of the one with the weird eyes.

“You admitted to being from the McRoys gang- that’s loyalty bonded by blood.” The gruff voice above you commented, not doing anything to qualm the painful pounding your stomach was getting from the horse’s steps.

“My sister married a McRoy for fuck’s sake, those fucks don’t mean shit to me!”

“Swear that on ya daddy’s grave?” Came the question after some audible hooves clambering to get closer to your head.

“I’ll do ya one better- I’ll put ‘em in his grave and THEN swear they ain’t mean shit to me.”

Their boss slowed down to a stop and you’ve never wanted to slide headfirst into the sand more than you did in that moment. “This the place?”

You were hauled off of the horse and onto shakey legs. True as hell you stood at the sign for the McRoy ranch and to even a bigger surprise your goddamn horse stood at the troth drinking water with your saddle on and all.

“Why you fucking- untie me right now.” You held your bound wrists at the giant man that had lifted you off.

He only gave an amused huff of air from his nose as he cut you free so you could stomp through the hot sand on bare feet.

“And you leave me? After hauling you out of your fucking mother all those years ago, I topple off you once and you fucking high-tail it?” You angrily grab the knapsack from its back to rummage through for some clothes- wasting no time to slip over your head and over your ass to replace the pajamas.

“Are you sure you were riding alone?” The brunette with the ponytails asked.

“Yeah. I don’t even remember why I toppled, let alone where or how..” You peered at the team once more. “My boots?”

They all seemed to share a laugh as the blonde coughed it up and you humiliatingly stepped straight in them.

“Right. So now that we’re all on equal footing... what do you really want from me?”

Being an outcast in any group was difficult, LaSquadra was no different. You’d have to risk your skin more than once to finally be able to earn even a bit of trust from their boss specifically and what you’d deem your cut was quickly snatched up by Formaggio for drinks until one day Risotto handed you your cut of coin and instead of quietly handing over the money, pulled a gun at Formaggio’s head- the first right move you’d pulled in weeks.

You’d soon learn each of them held a bounty over their heads- deciding to stick together instead of trying to haul each other’s asses to the nearest sheriff. And with your handiwork all over the McRoy ranch heist (clean as you’d tried to keep it), you’d find yourself with a bounty almost comparable to Risotto’s.

It was only when your place among them was solidified that you found yourself suggesting more and more outlandish schemes for a bigger cash grab.

“But we gotta start thinking logically about this- if we burn down every sheriff’s office there’d be no evidence to incriminate us.” You had jabbed at Illuso as you two ducked under an overturned table. One moment you were offering a stand off in the town square, the next thing you knew the bar was being blown sky high by some awfully desperate lawmen.

Risotto’s bullwhip slid across the shattered glass from the neighboring table and that what all signal you needed. “And all of this because ONE wanted poster showed you having a mole on your upper lip.”

“Did you not see the size of that thing??”

Risotto kicked the overturned table to slide into the crowd- leaving you enough of a gap to between the bullets to crack the whip into a couple hands- those viper venom soaked bone shards woven into the end was doing enough damage to the holder’s hand to knock ‘em out of the game for the count.

You got enough of them down to give Ghiaccio the chance to fire a few shots and Melone to bust open the window where Pesci awaited with your way out.

Risotto slid in behind your table and handed the loaded pistol for your round of shots. Not that you missed half as much as the men your travelled with.

Your right eye never did stop being foggy- Melone suspected cataracts but you saw targets much too easy with your foggy eye to cover it up completely. Maybe you were taking “deadeye” too literally though.

After 5 out of 6 rounds now lodged firmly in some lawmen’s thighs you hopped out the window last and took off after the rest of your team.

“If we have to pay for one more bar’s repairs I swear to god I’ll turn myself in for a hanging.” Formaggio huffed as he dropped onto the dusty floor beside you- fingers outstretched for the bottle of moonshine you were only passing around- that shit was vile.

“They’ve been hot on our trail for a while now- you think the townspeople are sick of us?”

“Somehow I doubt they’re willing to take their chances with Ciocolatta’s cronies, must be something else.” Prosciutto lowered himself to your other side, offering a cigarette which you did accept. “You don’t think it’s the new governor?”

“That little blonde pipsqueak? No, there’s no way- he probably got that job from his daddy and doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, let alone getting lawmen to run us down this consistently. Illuso, you’re the one making people squeal when we stay in town, no rumors that could have sparked this?”

“Carne’s allegedly dead but he’s not big enough for the people to let their guards down now.”

“Well we might be finding out soon.” All your heads spun to Risotto as he walked back into camp from the first watch. “There’s someone coming this way.”

“I’m guessing you think we can take them?”

“Sick of running. Anyone who’d come this far after us at least deserves an audience.”

You’d packed everything up except the fire in the camp- if it was going to be a shootout, at least you’d be ready to leave. You were about to mount your horse when Risotto stopped you. “I’m gonna let you stand up front-“ he handed you his bullwhip and two more casings of ammo. “If anything goes south, you’re our best shot.”

So you nodded and led your horse to the front, the others waiting behind you as the group- matching your own in numbers- came to a stop.

“You calling the shots?” The one with long white hair cascading under the brim of his hat asked.

“Nah- just the front line. What you come out all this way for? The moonshine’s shit unfortunately.”

“Precaution. We’re not here for any arrests, though.” Mr Black Bob came to his partner’s defense- the rest only seemed to wait.

“No arrests? You say that with a lawman right next to you?” You gave a nod to Mr Moonhair.

The click of a pistol had the hairs on the back of your head stand up. You didn’t know from which side it came from but it was like a cascade of 13 other pistols pulling back their hammers.

“Perhaps we should talk before we jump to conclusions. Name’s Bucciarati.”

“Well Bucciarati it sounded like that pistol cock came from your side first. I don’t know if I can trust a bunch of snakes that lie to my face.”

It was surprisingly not Mr Moonhair that removed his revolver from its holster. It was the one with the bandana over his head.

Another cascade of metal slipping from leather as they all pointed at one another, save for you and Bucciarati. “Got some trigger-happy subordinates there, Bucci. Who do you work for?”

“The governor.” All charm had left his voice and now you were left to the stiff formalities of a man serving.

“Ah. So you ARE lawmen.”

“We have no idea what sinister grip you have over the townspeople but it will not continue like this. We’re here for an ultimatum. Disappear from your business and all bounties will drop- no lawman will arrest you and the warrant for your hangings will be dropped.”

“Mhm and if we’re caught doing our usual business?”

“Then all charges are doubled.”

You couldn’t help but give an earnest laugh as you broke the stare off between you and Bucciarati. You leisurely turned around and mounted your horse. Risotto gave you a knowing look as you did, stealing yourself to look into Bucciarati’s ocean blue eyes.

“Do yourselves a favor- go visit Reaverbrooke. Ask some questions... shit if anyone is still there... and get a feel for the service we provide. Make sure you report all of that to the little blonde boy’s boot you’re lickin’ and maybe then we can talk on ultimatums.”

The barrels lowered as you spoke, watching Bucciarati keep up his attempt at a death stare.

“But since you’re lucky, you’re dealing with the bleeding heart of this gang- we’ll lay low until you come back to us. Same time next week?”

Bucciarati wasn’t given much time to answer as you led your squad out of the camp. Once enough distance was put between you, Risotto came up beside you.

“You’re leading us to their base? What are you mad?”

“Someone’s gotta put that pipsqueak back into his place. Who better than us?”

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #la squadra #jojo part 5 #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #illuso #Ghiaccio #pesci #lasquadraweek2021

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mavzoon · 4 years

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Risotto x fem thief reader smutt

In this one, I will basically be unleashing all of my thirst for Risotto. The only one who requested this was my horny soul. This man makes me feral. He’s one of my top 3 favourite Jojo characters and it’s an absolute disgrace that I haven’t written a full-length fic for him yet.

TW: very mildly dubious consent vibes at first because Risotto wrestles the reader down because she stole his wallet but then she gets horny, size difference, rough sex, dirty talk, some degradation here and there, extra submissive reader, choking, creampies, kinda anonymous as this is the first time you meet Ris in this fic, minor violence, just a lot of horniness for Ris in general.

Word count: 3278

cut for length

When you snatched the wallet of a random person, you had not planned for things to turn out this way. You panted and huffed as you raced down the deserted alley. You held the wallet near your breast, debating whether throwing it away would be the smart option.

The man you'd robbed had noticed and began chasing you down. At first, you thought nothing of it when his footsteps disappeared. He must've given up and left, you'd thought to yourself.

Then a knife had been thrown at your ankle. It'd only scratched you. To your surprise, you saw no one as you turned back to look at the person who'd thrown it to you.

As you went on running, you weighed the wallet in your hands, debating if stealing it was worth it. It was a lot of money… You tucked the wallet under your belt.

Your thoughts were cut off as you tripped on something as you were taking another turn. You landed on your stomach, barely stopping your head from hitting the pavement with your hands.

Then you heard it. Footsteps. You threw your head around to see who it was but saw only a faint shadow of a person. You shook your head and blinked, but the shadow was still there.

Your blood ran cold. Though you didn't see it, you knew that there was a person there. His shadow moved. Forgetting all about the wallet, you tried to crawl away, your palms stinging as the shallow cuts in them pressed against the concrete.

You yelped as one heavy foot pressed on your back. You whipped around and kicked blindly. One kick hit its mark, and you heard a low grunt. The foot left your stomach, and he seemed to kneel over you. A hand took hold of one of your wrists and twisted it above your head. You snarled and slapped at the air, trying to hit him. Your hand found his neck, and you squeezed. Had you any coherent thought, you'd have laughed at your pathetic attempts to overpower him. You did comprehend one thing; the man wasn't actually trying to kill you.

Your nails dug into his skin, and you felt a little warm blood run down his neck. You twisted your legs about and tried to kick him off, but he didn't budge. Another hand found its way to your neck and squeezed. A flash of something dangerously close to arousal went through you at the feeling of his massive hand over you. You were so tiny and frail compared to him.

Against all rational thought, you moaned as you began feeling lightheaded from the blood flow being restricted. The man eased his grip for a moment. You wanted to giggle. Bet you weren't expecting that, eh? Well, neither was I.

You were mildly disappointed that your vision was getting cloudy as you wanted to see the surprised expression he no doubt had on his face. To your astonishment, the man chuckled. You body tingled with warmth at his voice. It was so deep. It almost felt as if his voice resonated within you, turning your knees to jelly. At that moment, you wish you had taken a better look at him when you stole his wallet. To feel this needy for a man whose face you didn't even know was unbearable.

At some level, you realized you were being ridiculous. There was no telling what this stranger could do and yet you almost wished he'd choke you just a little harder. You barely noticed that your ankle was still bleeding.

To your delight, he took both your hands and pinned them above your head. His hand easily covered both of yours. You almost felt his breath hit your face. Your face was burning with a mixture of embarrassment and an irrational need for this stranger you hadn't even seen yet.

"Please-"

"Do you really think you're in any position to be making demands?" he interrupted you. A part of you felt like you could get off from his voice alone.

"N-no, I'm sorry," you whimpered as tears threatened to slip down your cheeks from the way he was still choking you.

The stranger seemed to study you for a few seconds. He hummed. "You're awfully timid for a dirty little thief." He leaned closer, and you shivered as his hot breath hit your ear. "Could it be that… you want to be touched by a stranger? Hmm?"

You watched in astonishment as his body appeared before you as the spell keeping him invisible was slowly lifted. Your breath hitched as you stared at his hypnotic red eyes. To your delight, he was wearing a jacket that revealed his defined abs. There was something about the way he watched you that left you feeling like a fly trapped in a spiders web, the only difference being that you relished being bound down by him.

Never once before had you felt this attracted to someone.

He smirked. "Well go on, be a good girl and tell me what you want."

You were so turned on you felt like you could cry. The stranger's voice had such an impact on you that your body tingled with warmth all over. "I w-want you," you whispered, barely audible.

The man above you chuckled. You nearly moaned just from the sound. "Well, aren't you a desperate little thing." He gazed at you as if he were about to devour you and at that moment, and you couldn't be happier that he was the one you tried to rob.

He took his hand away from your neck, and you couldn't help but whine.

"Oh don't worry, we'll get back to that, but first, won't you be a good girl and tell me where you hid my wallet, mm?" The man trailed a hand down your side, and you shivered.

"I-it's under my… belt," you mumbled, your voice weak.

Risotto seemed to find it all terribly amusing. "Oh? Is that so?" Agonizingly slow, he trailed his hand down to the edge of your pants. Ever so gently, he pushed up your shirt. You trembled.

Finally, he slipped his hand down under your pants and belt. He pulled the wallet out, his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties, and smiled at you. You almost felt your heart melt at the sight of his dimples. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he asked, still smiling.

You shook your head, timidly.

He tossed the wallet to the side and caressed your cheek with one hand. He placed his thumb on your bottom lip. Before you had any time to stop yourself, you licked it.

You watched with delight as he sucked in a breath, his eyes widening. He hid his surprise fast and smirked. "Don't think you can weasel your way out of this by acting like a good girl when we both know you're just pretending."

You whined at that. A part of you wanted to feel ashamed for acting so desperate, but you couldn't be bothered when the way this stranger was acting felt just so right.

This time, you took his finger in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. The potential danger of the situation had almost disappeared from your mind.

In a second, the man pulled his hand away from your mouth and placed it on your throat again, choking you and cutting your breath off. "Don't think I've forgotten that you stole from me," he leaned over, his lips brushing against your ear. "You still need to pay for what you did." He bit your earlobe, and you yelped.

He trailed kisses down your neck, his tongue brushing against your skin. He kissed under your jaw. The presence of him on top of you was overwhelming. You could only whimper and arch your back as to get closer to him in response. Your chest was tight with nervous excitement. Then it hit you. You didn't even know his name.

"W-wait!"

He pulled back immediately, making you feel all the more confident about your choice to do this with him.

"What… should I call you?" you bit your lip.

He studied you for a second and then smiled. Oh God, those dimples… "Risotto is good for now. And you?"

You told him your name.

"Cute," he, Risotto, kissed the side of your neck and whispered.

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in his soft touches. He pushed your shirt up and let go of your hands so you could take it off along with your bra. You winced as the feeling of the cold concrete against your back.

Risotto chuckled and gently bit your exposed nipple. "Oh, is the concrete uncomfortable? Tsk, tsk, poor you..."

You mewled as he flipped you over on your hands and knees and leaned over you. Your pussy throbbed as you felt him unbutton your jeans. He pulled them down along with your panties. You shivered as the cold air hit your exposed cunt. You nearly jolted up when Risotto ran a single finger over your soaking folds. You were sure that by that point some of your juices must've dripped down onto the concrete.

"Well, aren't you a dirty little slut… I've barely touched you and you're already soaked!" He curled his body over yours, and wrapped an arm around your stomach, placing the other one on the back of your neck.

You whimpered at the feeling of his warmth over you. You couldn't help but try to wiggle closer to him. As you did so, your ass brushed against his groin, the feeling of his hard cock sending a bang of arousal and nervousness through you. While you had known he was way bigger than you, that had not prepared you for the sheer size of his cock.

Risotto chuckled and pinched one of your nipples. "Aw, are you scared it won't fit?" He squeezed your throat and leaned down, trapping you under him. "I'd tell you not to worry, but… we both know that I won't be gentle."

Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you heard Risotto pull his pants down. You whimpered as the warm leaking head of his cock pressed against your entrance. You turned to look at him, your eyes pleading.

Risotto hummed. "I suppose I should prep you at least a little. It would be a shame if I broke you too soon."

Holy shit. You could swear you were burning up and getting closer to the edge from just the way he was talking. You mewled as Risotto pushed two fingers into your soaking pussy, curling them so they hit your g-spot. His two forefingers were almost as big as an average cock. He left a row of kisses and licks all over your neck as he worked you open with his fingers.

You moaned downright shamelessly when he pushed the third finger in. You gasped as he reached your cervix, feeling equal parts incredibly turned on and sad because there was no way you could fit all of his cock in you.

Risotto kept on teasing you, never letting up his pace. You were steadily growing near your release even though he had only been playing with you for a few minutes. You could hardly believe it.

Risotto, I'm c-close," you whimpered, your hips trembling.

He pulled away immediately, making you whine from the sudden emptiness. You gave him an agitated look. "W-why'd you stop?"

Risotto smirked. "You don't get to cum until I let you, and I don't think you've been properly disciplined yet."

You watched with your face flushed as he licked his fingers clean from your juices. You couldn't get your eyes off of his tongue. You barely noticed it when you licked your own lips at the sight.

"Oh, do you want a taste as well?" Risotto asked, amusement obvious in his voice.

You nodded without hesitation.

Risotto smirked and pulled you in for a kiss, his hand still lightly choking you. Before you had time to react, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

He guided his cock to your entrance, making your breath hitch. "Try and be a good girl for me now, won't you?"

You whimpered and nodded. "I'll be good, I promise-"

He pushed the tip of his cock into your tight cunt, cutting you off. The walls of your pussy burnt from the stretch, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you moaned with abandon.

"F-fuck, you're tight…" Risotto groaned. Your pussy throbbed at the knowledge that he'd lost a bit of his composure because of you.

That sense of pride was lost as soon as he pulled back and thrust back into you. He set a slow pace at first, but you still almost lost balance from the sheer weight of his cock. Your moans echoed through the dark alley. On some level, you realized that you'd be caught if you didn't quiet down.

Risotto seemed to realize this as he squeezed your throat just a little harder, effectively cutting off your moans and turning them into gargled whimpers and incoherent pleas. You threw your head back, hoping to see his face.

Risotto snarled, slamming his cock deeper into you. "Oh no, you don't get to see my face when you've been a bad girl. Just stay there," he snapped his hips forward and buried his cock in so deep you felt your insides struggled to accommodate him. A high pitched moan left you as you realized he was only halfway in and you already felt like you were ripping apart.

"Ri-Risotto! I, fuck! You're too big, I can't- Oh, fuck!" The breath was knocked from your lungs each time he took you, his thrusts turning nearly vicious. Or maybe they weren't as rough as you thought and his incredible strength was just making it feel more intense.

Risotto thrust in as deep as he could and for a brief second, his balls brushed against your clit, sending waves of warmth through you. "What was that? I thought you told me you were going to be a good girl for me," he kissed your neck almost gently before biting down.

Your pussy throbbed and clenched around him.

"C'mon, be a good girl and take my cock." His chest pressed against you back, surrounding you with his warmth. "I know you can do it," he whispered, voice husky next to your ear.

The contrast of his warmth over you and the cold hard concrete beneath you was driving you insane. As if to challenge you, he quickened his pace, nearly knocking you off your balance again. Your hands trembled as you struggled to stay up.

"Fu-ck, Risotto! Y-your cock feels so good, p-please! Oh god-" you cut yourself off with a string of choked up moans as your hands began to give out.

Seeing this, Risotto pushed your face down onto the concrete. You whimpered as you finally let your hands relax. To your surprise, you didn't mind the feeling of cold concrete pressing against your cheek when from that position because you could finally see Risotto's face. You had barely heard him over your moans, but just by looking at his face, you could tell he was also lost in pleasure. His eyes were clouded, a bruise was beginning to form in his lower lip from him biting it, and his jaw was clenched. A bead of sweat was running down his cheek.

You could only moan and clench at the sight of him. From the new position, he could go so much deeper. His balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, sending you consistently toward your release. The feeling of his cock hammering against your sore cervix sent sharp bangs of pleasure through you. Through the blinding haze of fucking, you could feel yourself drooling on the concrete and tears slipping down your cheeks.

He chuckled, his voice breaking all the while into something almost akin to a guttural whimper. "God, you should see yourself! You're drooling like a bitch in heat. Go on, why don't you tell me how much you want this." He loosened his grip on your throat.

You didn't waste even a second. "I love your cock so much! Fuck, I can't get enough, pleaseeee give me more!"

At some level, you realized that your hands would be covered with cuts and bruises afterwards, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not when Risotto was using your body so deliciously. Your legs trembled and gave out, but Risotto held you up with a hand wrapped around your stomach. You tried to whimper out an apology.

"Shh, all you need to do is take it, so just let yourself relax, and I'll do the rest, okay?" He kissed just under your jaw and licked off a single tear from your cheek.

You did just as he ordered and let Risotto control your body as he wished. He pulled your hips back, meeting his thrusts. Each sharp jerk of his cock into your pussy sent you barrelling toward your orgasm. With the incredibly size of his cock, he was hitting your g-spot with little effort. Had you any coherent thought, you would've found it unbelievable how easily he could turn you into a desperate mess of moaning and pleading.

Your moans neared sobs as you neared your release. You almost felt as if you might burst into small pieces from the immense weight of Risotto over you and the overwhelming feeling of him using you like a toy. Your toes curled at the warmth of his ragged breath hitting your cheek.

You came with a shriek, trembling uncontrollably, your voice breaking into a mixture of moans, bleats and screams. You clawed at the concrete, not caring if your fingers stung. From somewhere behind Risotto's relentless movements, you realized that he had made you cum without even playing with your clit. It occurred to you that you'd do almost anything as long as he took you like this again.

"Cum in me, please! Oh fuck, please, fill me. Fuck! I want it so bad, please!" you begged without caring about how pathetic you sounded.

"Good girl…" Risotto groaned and kissed your neck, muffling his noises.

He came with a loud moan and trembled, making you feel as if you might cum again just from the sound. You moaned as his cum filled you to the brim. You almost wanted to sob when he pulled away, some of the cum dripping out.

Risotto's cheeks seemed to redden at the sight of you with your face pressed against the concrete and his cum dripping out of your sore pussy. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he nearly growled.

You tried to reply but could only muster a whimper. You tried to get up, but your arms and legs felt like jelly.

Risotto chuckled, pulled up his pants, sat down and pulled you up on his lap. You watched as cum dripped from your pussy to his black-striped pants.

"Are you going to punish me for ruining your pants?" you buried your face on his neck and mumbled with a faint smile.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around you. "Hmm, perhaps later but for now, I think I'll just hold you like this."

You took hold of his jacket and cuddled against him. Perhaps you should've hurried out of the alley before someone caught you two, but for now, you just wanted to relax in his warmth and the promise of there being a next time.

#jjba x reader #jjba fanfiction #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #sin

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jackblankhsh · 7 years

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WHY I QUIT: The Corn Maze part 1

“‘Oh my god, it’s eating my brain!’

“‘This is not the job that was advertised,’ I said.

“‘Help me!’ the professor cried.

“‘Okay, but...’

“‘Now!’

“‘Keep up that attitude you can save yourself.’

“The professor’s head exploded. His body fell. He looked like a kowtowing ragdoll. The remains of his head slumped to one side, a spectral serpent coiled inside the burst skull.

“One of the graduate students whispered, ‘What do we do?’

“The ghost snake hissed at me.

“I threw up my hands, ‘I’m out. I’m done. I quit.’

“As I walked out of the haunted mansion I could hear the students screaming. Glancing back I saw blood thump-splat across a window. A grad student jumped through the glass, but the ghost snake, now grown to anaconda proportions darted out, snagging her in midair, and pulled her back inside.

“Shaking my head I said, ‘Well, not everybody’s cut out for academia.’”

From the back of the crowd a teenager shouted, “Bullshit. This guy’s full of shit.”

I sighed. There’s one every evening. My glare parted the audience leaving me with a straight line of sight to the teen.

I said, “It’s good to be skeptical. How about you come see this picture then?”

I waved my phone at him. Smugly he approached where I sat. I patted the bale of hay as I scooted aside allowing room for the boy. He snatched the phone out of my hand.

“What am I looking at?”

“Can’t you tell?”

He frowned, “It looks like a blurry room like in a basement.”

“Look closer.” I licked my lips. He held the screen closer. When it got about an inch away I swiftly smacked the phone into his face.

Dropping the phone he jumped up shouting, “Ow! What the hell?”

The audience laughed. As the kid stormed off I saw his friends already swarming to mock him. Picking up my phone I noted the time.

“Hey everybody, the hayride starts up in a minute. So if you’re inclined I recommend heading that way.”

The crowd dispersed, some to the hayride, others to elsewhere. Those who went elsewhere soon found themselves getting scared by costumed haunters. Spook crew members leapt from behind piles of pumpkins, bales of hay, or from around buildings. Delighted shrieks of terror echoed all over the pumpkin patch, and on occasion those who fled from the hired ghouls found themselves chased for a bit.

A group of young kids ran screaming from a fiendish scarecrow, who angled away from them to trouble me for a cigarette.

Handing Jessica a smoke I said, “Almost quitting time.”

She sighed a cloud, “Not soon enough. How’s my makeup?”

“A little runny, but it’s creepier that way.”

She shrugged, “I guess.” The sound of the tractor starting caught her attention. Perking up she said, “Hayride. I gotta go.”

Tossing her cigarette away she bolted. I couldn't help smiling. Like many of the employees here, especially the couple of teenagers, she treated this job like the only time she got to openly be herself.

Jessica liked to lurk in the cornfield as the hayride passed by. She placed herself towards the end, an ear pricked to catch anyone complaining about being bored. Target acquired she leapt onto the side of the cart, letting loose a banshee wail. So far she got one kid to piss his pants, thereby earning management’s approval.

Watching her sprint away infected me with her enthusiasm. I decided to finish the night in the corn maze. Stomping out her cigarette – fire hazard – I headed to the entrance of Daphne’s Diabolic Corn Maze, part of Wilson’s Pandemonium Pumpkin Patch.

As usual I stumbled into the job unintentionally. Over drinks and darts a fellow informed me his aunt ran a spooky corn maze about an hour outside Chicago. Planning to pump in unsettling sounds, she needed help installing audio equipment. I possessed the skills she needed given my previous, albeit brief stint working the recording gear for a professor and his ghost hunting crew of misfit grad students. (Never mind that that gig ended badly because I didn’t fail to do my job. I recorded everything, right on down to the professor’s head exploding -- pop.)

But I took the job in the pumpkin patch because it sounded fun. Not many employment opportunities grant that perk. Plus, it seemed like a short gig. However, setting up the sound equipment led to me lending a hand building sets which turned into other offers.

By the time we opened for Halloween season I founded myself working the concessions stand, spooking folks in the corn maze, and by direct request of the pumpkin queen, Aunt Daphne Wilson, occasionally telling scary stories to small crowds. Not everyone gets to terrorize people without having to deal with real life consequences. Chase a couple kids down the street with a chainsaw; well, the police are liable to shoot such a person. But here in the Pandemonium Pumpkin Patch I could do just that, and get paid to do so. Sometimes folks even thanked me for terrifying them.

As such I occasionally thought, “This must be what it’s like to be a priest.”

Carried by a crisp cool breeze, the aroma of deep fried dough wafted through the air. Clusters of teenagers moped everywhere like globs of apathy. Young children giggled, picking out pumpkins with their parents. Machines out in the corn quietly, steadily fumed columns of faux fog that made the field seem to be on a smoldering hell-mouth. The fog rolled across the grounds, shrouding the floodlights in a cinematic manner. Nearing midnight, it felt like any horror could be possible.

A banshee wail cut through the quiet. Customers flinched. Employees all acquired knowing smirks: Jessica the scarecrow struck again.

Three fiendish haunters presided over the entrance to the maze. Glenn, a psycho hobo covered in smeared blood, Frank, a classic killer clown, and Allison, a teddy bear with a skinned face. Frank irregularly burst into hyena-like cachinnations, while Allison softly growled, holding up her face-skin with a cutesy, blood stained paw. They flanked customers, herding them into a loose line by the maze’s entrance.

Flashing a wide grin full of scummy teeth Glenn stood at the opening in the corn. In a gravelly voice he announced the rules, “Listen closely. None of our performers will touch you, so please return the favor – do not touch them. Stay on the path at all times. No running. No flashlights. No photography. No hope, all ye who enter here; you four come on now into the hell that awaits.”

And so another bunch entered the maze. The giggling pack of pre-teens could soon be heard shouting in happy horror.

Nearing Glenn I overheard him mutter, “Why’s that always get my dick hard?”

It’s a certain kind of person who goes in for hired spooking. The pay is not great. The hours often feel longer than they are. It requires enduring heaps of boredom and scorn. There’s always someone unimpressed enough to feel the need to tell a ghoul it isn’t frightening; and it takes fortitude not to turn the moment then and there into a real horror show. If I had a dollar for every smartass I didn’t stab – I may have choked a few while shouting, “It’s all make-believe,” but they got out alive. Like any kind of performance art it’s a job devoted to those brief shining moments when the screams are real, or a customer’s eyes are smiling.

Glenn, Allison, and Frank belonged to rare breed of performers. They toured the country in an RV, cruising from seasonal gig to seasonal gig. In the summer they did Renaissance Faires, haunted houses in the Fall, and Christmas towns in Winter. In-between they auditioned for any local plays, and even staged what they called “guerilla theatre” by simply tossing down a cap, and performing scenes for whatever coins came their way.

Allison told me three times, “We’re on the subway in New York, started doing Hamlet, and next thing I know – no joke – we’ve done the whole play. And what with it being just like the three of us, it got kind of schizo, but fucking fun.”

That last bit sums up the average hired haunter: kind of schizo, but fucking fun. After all, it’s madness to stand silently in the darkness, waiting patiently to step out of the shadows for all of a second hoping your audience will hurry from you screaming because in the end they aren’t meant to stand in silent appreciation of one’s portrayal of a zombie, slasher, swamp hag, ghost, demon, etc. The goal is to be an unwelcome presence safely encountered like the police.

Working here reminded me of the first time I went to a concert. I felt surrounded by like minded folks. For some belonging is a rare feeling, and in this place the scare-makers and horror hounds truly belonged. Back in the everyday ordinary world wearing corpse paint to a the grocery store gets odd looks, maybe even the manager asks a fellow to leave the store even though he's just buying the fixings for risotto -- I will get revenge on that store, mark my words -- but in the Pandemonium Pumpkin Patch the freaks rule.

I asked Glenn, “How’s the night?”

He shrugged, “We got a few left then we’re shutting down. You comin’ by later?”

Glenn and company stayed on the grounds, camping out of their RV. On occasion we stayed up for hours afterward swapping stories, passing a bottle around a campfire, and enjoying the rural silence.

“I might. I’m gonna duck in, cause a few scares.”

Frank said, “Try not to be a dick.”

“I’m only a dick to the dicks.”

Frank nodded, “Yeah, but when you dragged that guy into the middle of the cornfield...”

Cutting him off, “I got lost too.”

“Not the point,” Frank said.

I added, “He slapped a living doll. Those ladies aren’t older than fifteen.”

Glenn interjected, “You both got good points. I think where Frank is going, though, is ’s been a quiet evenin’. We wanna keep it that way.”

Sighing I conceded, “Fair enough.”

"Alright then." Glenn stepped aside, "In ya go."

So I went into the maze.

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Risotto x male thief reader smutt

This is basically the same as the other Ris fic I wrote. This has been just edited to fit a male reader.

TW: very mildly dubious consent vibes at first because Risotto wrestles the reader down because he stole his wallet but then she gets horny, size difference, rough sex, dirty talk, some degradation here and there, extra submissive reader, choking, creampies, kinda anonymous as this is the first time you meet Ris in this fic, minor violence, just a lot of horniness for Ris in general.

Word count: 3216

cut for length

When you snatched the wallet of a random person, you had not planned for things to turn out this way. You panted and huffed as you raced down the deserted alley. You held the wallet near your chest, debating whether throwing it away would be the smart option.

The man you'd robbed had noticed and began chasing you down. At first, you thought nothing of it when his footsteps disappeared. He must've given up and left, you'd thought to yourself.

Then a knife had been thrown at your ankle. It'd only scratched you. To your surprise, you saw no one as you turned back to look at the person who'd thrown it to you.

As you went on running, you weighed the wallet in your hands, debating if stealing it was worth it. It was a lot of money… You tucked the wallet under your belt.

Your thoughts were cut off as you tripped on something as you were taking another turn. You landed on your stomach, barely stopping your head from hitting the pavement with your hands.

Then you heard it. Footsteps. You threw your head around to see who it was but saw only a faint shadow of a person. You shook your head and blinked, but the shadow was still there.

"Please-"

"Do you really think you're in any position to be making demands?" he interrupted you. A part of you felt like you could get off from his voice alone.

"N-no, I'm sorry," you whimpered as tears threatened to slip down your cheeks from the way he was still choking you.

Never once before had you felt this attracted to someone.

He smirked. "Well go on, be a good boy and tell me what you want."

You were so turned on you felt like you could cry. The stranger's voice had such an impact on you that your body tingled with warmth all over. "I w-want you," you whispered, barely audible.

He took his hand away from your neck, and you couldn't help but whine.

"Oh don't worry, we'll get back to that, but first, won't you be a good boy and tell me where you hid my wallet, mm?" The man trailed a hand down your side, and you shivered.

"I-it's under my… belt," you mumbled, your voice weak.

Risotto seemed to find it all terribly amusing. "Oh? Is that so?" Agonizingly slow, he trailed his hand down to the edge of your pants. Ever so gently, he pushed up your shirt. You trembled.

Finally, he slipped his hand down under your pants and belt. He pulled the wallet out, his fingers brushing against your cock, and smiled at you. You almost felt your heart melt at the sight of his dimples. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he asked, still smiling.

You shook your head, timidly.

He tossed the wallet to the side and caressed your cheek with one hand. He placed his thumb on your bottom lip. Before you had any time to stop yourself, you licked it.

You watched with delight as he sucked in a breath, his eyes widening. He hid his surprise fast and smirked. "Don't think you can weasel your way out of this by acting like a good boy when we both know you're just pretending."

You whined at that. A part of you wanted to feel ashamed for acting so desperate, but you couldn't be bothered when the way this stranger was acting felt just so right.

This time, you took his finger in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. The potential danger of the situation had almost disappeared from your mind.

"W-wait!"

He pulled back immediately, making you feel all the more confident about your choice to do this with him.

"What… should I call you?" you bit your lip.

He studied you for a second and then smiled. Oh God, those dimples… "Risotto is good for now. And you?"

You told him your name.

"Cute," he, Risotto, kissed the side of your neck and whispered.

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in his soft touches. He pushed your shirt up and let go of your hands so you could take it off. You winced as the feeling of the cold concrete against your back.

Risotto chuckled and gently bit your exposed nipple. "Oh, is the concrete uncomfortable? Tsk, tsk, poor you..."

You mewled as he flipped you over on your hands and knees and leaned over you. Your cock throbbed as you felt him unbutton your jeans. He pulled them down along with your boxers. You shivered as the cold air hit your exposed ass. You nearly jolted up when Risotto ran his hand over your hard cock. You were sure that by that point some of your precum must've dripped down onto the concrete.

"Well, aren't you a dirty little slut… I've barely touched you, and you're already this hard!" He curled his body over yours, and wrapped an arm around your stomach, placing the other one on the back of your neck.

You trembled as you heard Risotto pull his pants down. You whimpered as the warm leaking head of his cock pressed against your entrance. You turned to look at him, your eyes pleading.

Risotto hummed. "I suppose I should prep you at least a little. It would be a shame if I broke you too soon."

Holy shit. You could swear you were burning up and getting closer to the edge from just the way he was talking. You mewled as Risotto pushed two fingers coated with your precum into you, curling them so they hit your prostate. His two forefingers were almost as big as an average cock. He left a row of kisses and licks all over your neck as he worked you open with his fingers.

You moaned downright shamelessly when he pushed the third finger in.

Risotto kept on teasing you, never letting up his pace. You were steadily growing near your release even though he had only been playing with you for a few minutes. You could hardly believe it.

“Risotto, I'm c-close," you whimpered, your hips trembling.

He pulled away immediately, making you whine from the sudden emptiness. You gave him an agitated look. "W-why'd you stop?"

Risotto smirked. "You don't get to cum until I let you, and I don't think you've been properly disciplined yet."

You watched with your face flushed as he licked his lips. You couldn't get your eyes off of his tongue.

"Oh, do you want a taste as well?" Risotto asked, amusement obvious in his voice.

You nodded without hesitation.

Risotto smirked and pulled you in for a kiss, his hand still lightly choking you. Before you had time to react, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of his lips against yours.

He guided his cock to your entrance, making your breath hitch. "Try and be a good boy for me now, won't you?"

You whimpered and nodded. "I'll be good, I promise-"

He pushed the tip of his cock into your tight ass, cutting you off. Your walls burnt from the stretch, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you moaned with abandon.

“F-fuck, you're tight…" Risotto groaned. Your cock twitched at the knowledge that he'd lost a bit of his composure because of you.

Risotto snarled, slamming his cock deeper into you. "Oh no, you don't get to see my face when you've been a bad boy. Just stay there," he snapped his hips forward and buried his cock in so deep you felt your insides struggled to accommodate him. A high pitched moan left you as you realized he was only halfway in and you already felt like you were ripping apart.

Risotto thrust in as deep as he could and for a brief second, his balls brushed against you, sending waves of warmth through you. "What was that? I thought you told me you were going to be a good boy for me," he kissed your neck almost gently before biting down.

Your cock throbbed and you clenched around him.

"C'mon, be a good boy and take my cock." His chest pressed against you back, surrounding you with his warmth. "I know you can do it," he whispered, voice husky next to your ear.

"Fu-ck, Risotto! Y-your cock feels so good, p-please! Oh god-" you cut yourself off with a string of choked up moans as your hands began to give out.

You could only moan and clench at the sight of him. From the new position, he could go so much deeper. His balls slapped against you with each thrust, sending you consistently toward your release. The feeling of his cock hammering against you sent sharp bangs of pleasure through you. Through the blinding haze of fucking, you could feel yourself drooling on the concrete and tears slipping down your cheeks.

You didn't waste even a second. "I love your cock so much! Fuck, I can't get enough, pleaseeee give me more!"

"Shh, all you need to do is take it, so just let yourself relax, and I'll do the rest, okay?" He kissed just under your jaw and licked off a single tear from your cheek.

You did just as he ordered and let Risotto control your body as he wished. He pulled your hips back, meeting his thrusts. Each sharp jerk of his cock into your ass sent you barrelling toward your orgasm. With the incredibly size of his cock, he was hitting your prostate with little effort. Had you any coherent thought, you would've found it unbelievable how easily he could turn you into a desperate mess of moaning and pleading.

You came with a shriek, trembling uncontrollably, your voice breaking into a mixture of moans, bleats and screams. You clawed at the concrete, not caring if your fingers stung. From somewhere behind Risotto's relentless movements, you realized that he had made you cum without even playing with your cock. It occurred to you that you'd do almost anything as long as he took you like this again.

"Cum in me, please! Oh fuck, please, fill me. Fuck! I want it so bad, please!" you begged without caring about how pathetic you sounded.

"Good boy…" Risotto groaned and kissed your neck, muffling his noises.

Risotto's cheeks seemed to redden at the sight of you with your face pressed against the concrete and his cum dripping out of your sore ass. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he nearly growled.

You tried to reply but could only muster a whimper. You tried to get up, but your arms and legs felt like jelly.

Risotto chuckled, pulled up his pants, sat down and pulled you up on his lap. You watched as cum dripped from you to his black-striped pants.

"Are you going to punish me for ruining your pants?" you buried your face on his neck and mumbled with a faint smile.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around you. "Hmm, perhaps later but for now, I think I'll just hold you like this."

#jjba x reader #jjba fanfiction #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #sin

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