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Things you do that make their heart melt

(La Squadra Esecuzioni x reader hcs)

Author's Note: Those are random but that's the point. I tried to be a bit explicit for those who are at the start of Jojo part 5 and maybe don't remember each character's Stand name or ability. I couldn't write this only for my 3 darlings from La Squadra as I started it because I love them all too much. Proud La Squadra stan. Excuse any grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

Risotto Nero

- How you can balance being serious and being affectionate so easily. This is something he admires a lot and wishes to be capable of too sometimes. Yes, he's a serious and stoic man but the whole La Squadra knows just how big his heart is. Sometimes Risotto wishes he could show a bit of affection to the ones dear to him. Risotto is a softie inside but the nature of his occupation forces him to be as reserved and stern as he is now.

- How you can protect yourself. Being a hitman is tough, nothing new under the sun, but being the leader of the team is even worse. It's hard to watch out for others when he also must make sure that everything is working out smoothly. But he cares about you and your safety so damn much it's almost dangerous. So seeing you handle enemies alone helps him fall asleep at night with fewer worries. Also, watching you fight and come up with strategies makes him smile slightly and so subtly that of course, no one can notice it.

- How you look dressed in black with silver accessories. Aesthetically wise, black is one of his favorite colors and no one can tell otherwise. When you decide to match him with a dark outfit, his gaze will follow you more than usual. Be sure of the fact that he'll use his Stand, Metallica, to give you subtle signals, or not so subtle, by pulling onto your belt or necklace.

(it's loving Risotto hours)

Prosciutto

- How you calm yourself down after an intense moment. Prosciutto himself is not proud of when he snaps at people, thinking that it's not graceful behavior so he starts studying you from afar while calming down. He analyzes your soft tone, your calm face but alert eyes after being harsh, to learn from you but he finds himself falling for it. Like his brother, he also craves a bit of softness in his life but will never admit it, not even to himself so seeing you simmer down and transform into someone calm and understanding makes him want your presence more.

- How you counter him when he is too cruel to his brother. He is harsh with Pesci and he knows it, but he thinks it's only for good. It's not about how you're stubborn enough to argue with him but about how it reminds him that if something ever goes wrong with him on a mission, someone else will make sure that his brother is still alright and progressing. Also, as you two are arguing, things get pretty heated in no time and as the distance between you closes in, everyone knows that it's better to leave you two alone.

- How focused you look when deciding on an outfit. That and how you ask him for an opinion. You can see him leaning back in an armchair just looking at you searching through your clothes with an amused but admirative look on his face. Prosciutto likes to make himself look presentable and if you do the same, he can't help but find that fact attractive. Plus he can play dress up with you without you even suspecting it and he can't get enough of it.

(why is he like that? Love him though)

Ghiaccio

- How you let yourself be angry sometimes. To him, almost anyone seems calmer than him, but seeing someone being as furious as him from time to time and that someone being you? That's new. It doesn't happen often and in some odd way, he finds it fascinating. As much as he enjoys teasing you, he'll never be the type to say "Just calm down" or "You're exaggerating" because he knows how much it enrages someone already angry to hear this. He will be very understanding when you're like that. Plus, if someone or something gets you angry, he gets angry too so it will end up with the two of you being a scary couple.

- How your eyes shine when you smile and your smile in general. He is baffled by how when your lips are curved into a smile, your eyes are radiant too. Usually, he uses this expressiveness of yours against you, teasing you about it but when you smile so warmly, he feels like he's looking at the sun and that's unnerving because it makes him blush. He can't understand it.

- How your nose scrunches when you get a brain freeze from consuming something cold. This along with how your cheeks and nose redden when you're cold. He rolls his eyes at himself for like such a shallow and obvious thing but can't help it. It's not how adorable you look it's more how no one notices such details but him. It's his guilty pleasure. He has a kink when it comes to your reactions to cold temperatures.

(ugh I love him so much it's pathetic)

Pesci

- How you encourage him randomly sometimes. Pesci's already having a hard time adjusting to hitman life and constantly being scolded by his brother. At first, when you encourage him, he's stunned, flustered, embarrassed even but in time he starts to feel so much better overall because of it. His stress goes down and he gets more confident and sure of his actions because of your praise.

- How you're kind to the innocent - animals, kids, etc. Since he followed his brother and joined the team, the shock from seeing so much violence in his life all of a sudden left a mark on him. When he notices you being soft to the innocent and helpless while still being a hitman, he starts to heal. His only wish is for you to keep this side of yours so he can keep his too.

- How peaceful you look while sleeping. Again, being in an Italian hitman team is not easy, it distorted any perspective on peacefulness he had before. Seeing you rest without a frown on your face reminds him that there still is peacefulness in this way of living.

Melone

- How you're intelligent enough but don't flaunt it. Sure, he likes good looks but that's not as important as intelligence, any type. Melone is a bit of a sapiosexual, he knows it. If you come up with smart questions during meetings, his attention is immediately on you from that point on until the end of the meeting. Also, if you're genuinely curious about how his stand, Baby Face, works, it only adds to your charm.

- How you pick up on his "di molto" catchphrase. Melone works a lot. I mean A LOT. Besides progenation, he's skilled at finding out hidden info about the target, too. But usually, he does it alone, no one accompanies him and sometimes he can't help but feel slightly ignored. So when you start spending enough time with him to start using his phrases, he starts to feel less alone.

- How you walk. Simple as that. He has been caught many times staring at how some people walk, it's a well-known fact. So if you walk a bit slower and move your hips a bit more intentionally, making it look natural, he's dead. To hell with the mission for a few moments of pure admiration.

Illuso

- How confident you are. You don't need him to hype you up and he won't, but you'll always catch him looking at you with a proud look on his face. However, not everyone can be confident all the time and Illuso knows it very well. When he finds you letting your guard down and looking disappointed with yourself, he'll act right away. He hates seeing you struggle with shallow insecurities as you are just so wonderful in his eyes...

- How you take time to relax. He always insists on you taking everything a bit more slowly, so when you finally do it, he's more than pleased. He likes to see your facial muscles loosen up, causing a relaxed expression. He wishes to see it more often and he wishes for you to prioritise taking care of yourself.

- How you study yourself in the mirror while getting ready. He will use his Stand's ability to enter that mirror's dimension just to look at you from that perspective. This applies to intimate moments as well, just a heads-up. However, his favorite moment to do that is when you're fixing your hair, there's something about it that he finds so damn attractive.

Formaggio

- How you focus on the mission at hand. That, and how serious you look while doing it. Don't get it wrong, he's also focused on the missions but he looks more laid-back, like a natural. He finds it funny and adorable how you look so stern and even suggest him to pay more attention.

- How you always mention Sorbet and Gelato after their death. Everyone knows that Risotto said to forget about it after the funeral to focus on getting back on track as fast as possible and avenging them afterward but to Formaggio, this never felt right. So when you mention a memory from time to time to everyone, his heart feels a little bit lighter.

- How you dance to your favorite songs. He thinks that the majority of members of La Squadra are too stiff and grim sometimes so catching you dancing around alone to your playlist makes him smile. For him, it's like a breath of fresh air. Expect him to join you.

#those are so adorable #thank you so much I needed this

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[𝐍𝐨𝐭] 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐀𝐨3

➷ Risotto Nero/afab!Reader; 2.9k wc

⤷ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Gender Neutral; afab genitals referred to as 'cunt', no descriptions of Reader's chest ⤷ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nipple play, mutual masturbation, slightly dom reader, tit worship, Risotto in a turtleneck. Heavily inspired by these pictures on twitter. ⤷ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Risotto wears a turtleneck, it affects you more than you thought it would.

“My eyes are up here.” Risotto says as he approaches, looking down at you with a raised brow. “To be fair,” A smug little smile tugs at your lips as you continue to stare directly at the outline of his tits through his clothes, “I barely come up to your chest. How am I supposed to look any higher without it breaking my neck?"

“My eyes are up here.” Risotto says as he approaches, looking down at you with a raised brow.

“To be fair,” A smug little smile tugs at your lips as you continue to stare directly at the outline of his tits through his clothes, “I barely come up to your chest. How am I supposed to look any higher without it breaking my neck?”

Risotto hides a smile of his own at your quip with a long swig of his coffee, throat bobbing smoothly beneath the collar of his turtleneck. The white turtleneck that seems like it’s accentuating every angle and curve of his body tenfold, stretching across his pecs and abs in a way that’s had your mouth watering since he walked into the room where you’ve been waiting for the rest of La Squadra to shuffle in, and haven’t been able to pull your eyes away since.

The irony of the situation isn’t lost on you. Risotto is practically shirtless everyday and yet you hardly bat an eye over it. It’s not that you’ve never seen him wear a proper shirt before, but you had no idea he owned something so fitted. How the fabric clings to him like a second skin makes you acutely aware of every square inch of what lies hidden underneath, along with the memories of how it tastes, and how it likes to flush so wonderfully for you when played with, running in a loop through your mind.

“So what’s the occasion? It’s not that cold out.” You sidle up a bit closer, resting your hand on Risotto’s hip to brush your thumb along the hem of the fabric. Slip two fingers beneath and rub along the light protrusion of his hip bone nice and slow.

From the outside he appears unfazed, but the twitch of muscle beneath the pads of your fingers spreads a satisfying heat through your guts. In response he merely licks his lips and pretends to assess his mug to make how he’s peering down the front of your own v-neck shirt inconspicuous, “Laundry day. Coat’s at the dry cleaners and I couldn’t go completely shirtless. It would have been too much of a distraction.”

Upon the vocal inflection Risotto allows the previously tucked away smile to bloom into a full smirk, and he hunches over ever so slightly towards you as your hand completely sinks inside his sweater—

“Are we gonna go over how to split the pay for the last job or are you two gonna keep eye-fucking in front of everyone?” Illuso’s snippy attitude snaps the tension in half, “Because I have other places I could be right now.”

Turning around you see the rest of the team have finally arrived and are situated in their unspoken assigned seats. Some watch your display with interest, but mostly everyone is just plain bored. Your relationship with Risotto has never been a secret, and though neither of you make it a habit to be so forward with public displays of affection you’re not fussed about when they unintentionally happen, either. As you step away you purposefully drag your hand longer than necessary across Risotto’s hip and enjoy how his hand flexes around his mug. Red eyes remain locked on yours for another moment, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he holds back another smirk, before the fond expression melts away and snaps up to lock onto a new target.

“Then why are you here if this is such a waste of your time? You’re more than welcome to leave. Surely you don’t need the money badly enough if you’re in such a rush.” Risotto’s tone is calm like the waves of a summer shore housing a riptide just below the surface, waiting to ensnare anyone that swims too close.

Illuso follows up his leaders’ words with the rare sight of sitting down and shutting the fuck up.

With that out of the way, you and Risotto take your seats to discuss what you’re here for and the next half-hour is a masterclass in practicing self-restraint. You do your best to keep your gaze from straying below his shoulders, but you’re only human. The material felt thin under your touch earlier, obviously meant to be worn with layers underneath it. Something that Risotto didn’t care for, as the lightest pull of the thin fabric makes it just sheer enough to give you and everyone else a teasing preview of what lies underneath. When he crosses his arms over his chest you have to bite the inside of your cheek to ground yourself. It pushes his tits together to make it look like they’re a set of pillows ready to bust out of their casing and his biceps bulge in a stark outline thanks to the fabric’s color.

You cross your legs to tamper down the dull ache rising up in your cunt and Risotto’s eye briefly catches yours as you do. The subtle twitch of his lips as he tries to maintain an air of indifference throughout talking to other members of the team, and the comically large sigh he puts on to make his chest rise and fall with it, convinces you that he absolutely knows what this is doing to you right now.

“Um, are you okay?” Pesci subtly leans over with a whisper of your name, “You seem kinda anxious.” His saccharine tone would be endearing in any other situation, but right now only serves to make your eyebrow twitch.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Your reply is a little too fast to come off as casual, making Pesci slowly cringe back into the safety of the couch cushions (and Prosciutto’s side). “This is fine.”

By the time things wind down you’re shamelessly shoving people out the door. Risotto continues to feign obliviousness, merely sitting in his armchair and pretending to fiddle around with his flip phone while you have your last teammate by the elbow to toss him out.

“Hey, why so rough all of a sudden?” Melone chuckles, lets himself be manhandled a little too easily, “At least get me out of my clothes before you decide to throw me arou—” Without a word you toss the man out of the office, slamming the door on his smug face.

Once facing Risotto, he forgoes the act and leans back into the armchair with legs resting on the coffee table for the full length of his body to be on display. His stupid turtleneck clinging and shifting along his form as he gets more comfortable. Getting from the door back to him is a blur, and once you’re in his lap you feel like a dog that’s finally caught up with the car they’ve been chasing. He inadvertently helps choose your next move as he reaches for the hem of his top as if to take it off. Without a second thought your hand shoots for his wrists to put a stop to it.

“Don’t.” Your tone isn’t demanding but Risotto stills as if it is. Rolls his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at where you hold him for a moment. When you deign to let him go he moves to rest his hands around your hips instead.

“Of all the things I wear, it’s a sweater that has you acting like this.” It sounds like it's meant to be a scoff or an attempt at a scolding, but the lightest tint of pink dusting Risotto’s cheeks weakens the bite meant to go with his bark, “I forget how easy you can be sometimes.”

“As if you’re complaining.” You tilt your hips forwards to grind down against him with a sigh of relief at the ache in your cunt getting some attention. The only sign it affects him is the way he tucks his thumbs into the waistband of your jeans so he can rub wide circles against the swell of your ass.

Warmth pours from his tits into your palms as they stroke and press into the soft muscle, the touch making his heartbeat start to speed up under your hand. You lightly cup his chest to enjoy their weight, chuckling at how Risotto sucks a breath through his teeth once you start to firmly knead around his nipples. He drags you in closer, silently demanding more from you as his cock starts to fill out from inside his pants.

“Of course not.” He murmurs as his eyes flutter shut, greedily arching his chest out for more friction and pressure from your doting hands. “Never. Not when it’s you.”

There’s not much you can say to that, better to use this invitation and show how much appreciation you have for his words. You dip your head down to press your open mouth directly to his nipple, finding it under the fabric on the first try, and begin to suck.

“Mm, that’s…” Risotto trails off with a soft grunt as your mouth plays with him over the shirt. His reaction makes the smooth, dry feel of the fabric on your tongue completely worth it. A hand settling on the back of your head is your cue to pinch and roll the other one between your fingers. Relish the way he shivers at the touch, and the moans he makes as he guides your hips to rock against his.

After some time, when he has two big wet patches showing off what you’ve done to him, you're finally left satisfied. He squirms beneath you as he takes a moment to look over himself while you sit back looking a little too proud over what you’ve done. His nipples stick out deliciously under the damp fabric, and you just know the cool air combined with that is making the hardened little nubs feel even more sensitive. You press your nails into them, trace slow, tight circles and it brings out another round of sounds that causes more unresolved lust to soak through your underwear.

“Think you can cum from having your tits played with like this?” You exhale heavy against his neck as you continue the torture, his cock twitching at the way you refer to his chest.

“We don’t have the time to find out.” He says after a moment lost in bliss, which is sadly true. You don’t want to look at the clock and break the illusion of this moment frozen in time. The reality though, is that Risotto’s work and by extension your own, is hardly ever done. There are other places you both have to be and should already be going to. All you care about right now though is the way Risotto’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and a reedy sound that wells up from the back of his throat, “ So stop teasing .”

Metallica suddenly has the fly of your jeans open as well as Risotto’s, your hands reaching for each other at the same time. You take his cock out as two thick fingers slide into your underwear and down between the lips of your cunt. His knuckles brush against your swollen clit and a moan slips free as his cock pulses out precum over your fingers. Though it’s not enough to distract you from noticing him trying to take his top off again. Quickly you latch back onto his chest, look up at him with the same energy as when you denied him the first time. Your teeth sink down into the fabric, press against the flesh hidden away and he bucks into the grip you have around his cock.

“F-fuck,” His breathing goes ragged, chest heaving as he clumsily tries to sink his fingers inside of you. Your chuckle at his desperation turns into a whimper when his digits meet their target, smoothly seat themselves inside, and start to thrust.

It takes a moment to find any semblance of rhythm. Neither of you can focus enough to stroke and pump in sync with the other, far too lost in the feeling of heat and slick and pleasure to attempt something so coordinated. Another curl of his fingers makes your hips begin to move without your input, mouth detaching from his chest with a moan you can’t contain, and Risotto uses the opportunity to rest a hand on your jaw so he can bring you in for a kiss. He groans into you, body vibrating against yours as his cock becomes wetter with every stroke.

You replace your mouth with your hand on his chest and god, you wish you could touch Risotto everywhere you want, all at once. Wish you had the self restraint to wait so you could take him back to your flat and properly take your time with this. The hand on your jaw moves to the small of your back to readjust its hold, encouraging you to keep bouncing on his fingers. He clings to you as if he wants the both of you to melt into one, though it’s more likely so he doesn’t accidentally throw you off with how hard he’s trying to fuck into your fist. Whatever the intent, you know you’ll be feeling the dull ache of his hand-prints on your body for hours after this.

Hyper-focused as you are, you don’t feel orgasm creeping on until it’s too late. Pleasure snaps you back into the present, tossing your head back with a groan as you grind your clit against the heel of Risotto’s palm to ride it out. Nothing but your harsh breaths and wet sounds of Risotto’s hand against your cunt to fill the room until you finally sag against him. The barely-there kisses ghosting over your forehead help to keep you centered, give you the energy needed to reach down and take the juices of your release to use and slick up his cock even further. The length twitches wildly in your palm, a string of curses falling from his mouth only to quickly be silenced when he pulls up the thick collar of his turtleneck so he can bite down into it as he begins to fall apart.

“That’s it babe, give it to me. Be a good boy and give it to me.” Your soft exhale against his lips is undeniably a demand this time. A hand sneaks under his sweater for the on-skin contact he’s been wanting since the beginning to play with the nipple you feel has been most neglected. It's as if the hardened little nubs are hard-wired for every touch to go straight to his cock, his jaw flexes and he groans with the effort to keep biting on his collar while you drag your nails across his nipple, before flicking and pulling it in time with every pump of his cock you give.

Risotto buries his face into your neck to try and further stifle his moans while he cums, tremors wracking through his body while you continue playing with him through it. Only stopping when well and truly can’t handle anymore and he sinks back into the armchair like he’s just run a marathon. His soft grunts are music to your ears as you admire the wreck he’s become, the turtleneck collar sliding out from between his teeth to hang stretched and misshapen around his neck. Suddenly craving more you go to kiss him, but his hand on your chest brings everything to a stand still.

“I was serious when I said we don't have time.” He pants, still a bit winded. Running a hand through his hair he follows up with, “I’m supposed to meet with The Boss’ liaison for another assignment today.”

“Wait, that was happening today? ” Well, fuck. You watch the clouds of bliss rapidly evaporate from his eyes as he gawks down at the wet patches your mouth has left behind on his clothes. More cum than you both thought coats his lower half, slowly being absorbed into the fabric and there is no amount of clean up that would stop people from figuring out what he’s been up to.

He checks his phone for the time with a grimace, “I need to be there in less than half an hour.”

By the grace of god or fate, but mostly because of Risotto’s ability to be prepared for just about any scenario, there’s a ready-bag hidden under the bathroom sink; packed with a too tight black t-shirt that now stretches across his chest and shoulders. The speed at which he cleans up is impressive, though you’re more distracted by the obvious once again as he walks past to leave.

“My eyes are up here,” He chuckles, taking your chin in a gentle hold to guide your gaze upwards.

You play with the hem of his ‘new’ shirt, a shameless grin blooming across your own features, “To be fair, where else am I supposed to—”

Risotto slots his mouth over yours, and the rest of your sentence melts away along the slide of his tongue, brain blurting out static in response to the careful drag of his teeth over your bottom lip. A small sound escapes from his throat as he pulls away, like it physically pains him to part from you. Those red-black eyes give you a soft, adoring look, and then the mood is broken by the balled-up mess that is his sweater being shoved into your face.

“Ris, what are you— Hey!”

“If you want to see me in that again then take responsibility and clean up after yourself.” He laughs, and without another word he’s out the door and gone, while you’re left alone to figure out how to hide all of his other clothes (and prevent him from buying more) so he’ll be forced to wear this stupid thing everyday for the rest of his life.

#this will always be one of the best fanfics I have ever read with Risotto #I always come back reading this #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #brb I will now start a drawing based on the idea of this FF #I have this idea since way too long it is finally time

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