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Illuso Claimed Headcanons 1

- Illuso is a complicated man. He is in love with Y/N, but he's never loved anyone in a romantic way before.

- His guilt for punching you and allowing Formaggio to break your fingers is growing stronger. When he saw what Prosciutto did to you, he felt himself promising never to hurt you again. He didn't believe himself when he made that promise.

- When Illuso punched you, he was heavily drunk, and when he let Formaggio beat you up, he was slightly tipsy. He gets aggressive when he drinks too much. He'll likely never stop. He likes to drink. Why would he ever stop doing what he liked?

- Illuso feels guilty for cheating, too, but his guilt with that isn't too bad. He only paid some chicks to suck him off, and he wore a condom. That wasn't cheating in his opinion. You going out and cheating back, and his love for you had stopped his cheating. He thinks Formaggio is still cheating - he'll never tell you.

- He knows that during sex you fake it, especially considering you admitted it publicly to get him back. It was something that he was too ashamed to talk about, that being a huge blow to his ego. Did he really repulse you that much? He's been trying so hard during sex, but you just weren't turned on by him.

- Going back in time and starting over with you was all Illuso truly wanted, but even if he were to go back in time and start over with you he would still find a way to fuck up. He's that kind of guy. He just isn't a good boyfriend. Will he ever be? He was trying to be.

- Bringing you on little side missions with him.. in his eyes, that was good. He was planning to train you (gently) and make you into the killer that you seemed to want to be. Either way, he knew that this would make the two of you closer. To be bonded with crimes that he would commit with the woman he loves. He felt sorry for anyone who tried to hurt you, because if that happened he would fucking tear them apart.

- Illuso keeps an eye on you even now, he doesn't stalk you like Melone does but occasionally when he's bored and knows you're out he'll track you down and watch you from a distance.

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i wanted to read modern hysteria by aron but i cant find it lmao... i havent finished many splatterpunk books yet, only a few aron ones and teratologist by edward lee, so 😭

They got it on audible right now. I read most of mine on Audible, but I have a copy of two splatterpunk books.

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which one did you read?

I'm reading Yellow by Aron Beauregard. It's my fourth book that I've read by him [Playground, Scary Bastard, Cemetery Camp]. His writing is great, but it's some of the most vile stuff I've ever read.

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Splatterpunk novels are fucking insane.

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YOURE BACK!!!!! so happy to see you again on my feed! 🩵 gotta start reading claimed soon♡ hope you're doing good!

Thank you! I'm glad to be back. 💚 I'm doing well! I hope you are too! 🩵💜

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Chapter 32 - 5 Month Mark to Forever |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

Ghiaccio's POV

Ghiaccio assumed that he would just be picking you up and taking you to his place this Saturday, his hand gripping your bag as he stood by the door, his eyes on his capo, Risotto. "What is it?" His eyes darted over to you, a small smirk on your lips as you kept your eyes on Risotto. Something weird definitely was going on, considering how pleased you looked.

"Risotto has amazing news," you said, your voice smooth, almost giddy. "He was waiting to say it. It's just a quick something before we go." Your eyes suddenly landed on Melone, who was watching you carefully in his seat right by Risottos.

Melone wore a confused expression on his face, his thin eyebrows pulled into a low scowl as he studied your face, attempting to read you. "What's the news, boss?" He muttered to Risotto, keeping his eyes on your face.

Prosciutto and Formaggio sat next to Melone, Illuso, and Pesci being sat across. Everyone seemed to be here despite it being Saturday morning. Did Risotto call everyone here? Now Ghiaccio was starting to grow worried.

"I'll allow you to say it," Risotto muttered as he leaned back in his chair, red eyes scanning the room. "Go on and tell them. The decision is final regardless."

"Oh God, what is it?" Pesci questioned, panic filling his wide eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

Illuso let out a laugh, a wide grin appearing on his lips. "It ain't mine, so I'm good. I'm sure I'll be a good uncle and stepfather."

"She's not pregnant," snapped Prosciutto, giving Pesci and Illuso a glare. "She's on the pill."

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward, leaving Ghiaccio to stand by the front door all by himself. Goddamnit, he just wanted to take you to his home and celebrate these past five months with you. Sharing you with six other men was was fucking annoying. He'd rather just share you with Melone and Pesci only.

"So, who's going to start taking me on side missions with them?" You questioned, causing the room to fall silent. "Because I got approved. I can go with you all to beat people up. I will now be throwing the punches."

"You will be in the car and following behind," added in Risotto, raising his eyebrows at you. "Stop saying you're going to throw punches. I'll take the deal off the table and put you back on computers permanently."

"She did knock Formaggio out cold before," Illuso added in, his eyes scanning you up and down, a grin creeping on his lips. "I'll take you. You can join me when I go, and when Formaggio and I go, then so can you."

Ghiaccio blinked, sitting down your bag by the door, unable to process what was going on. From his understanding, you were their girlfriend, and despite the fact that you had a stand, you were going to stay working behind the scenes. Because you were their girlfriend. Girlfriend meaning that you needed to be fucking protected and away from the violence of their job. Goddamnit, why was Risotto suddenly allowing you to tag along? He didn't like this one bit. This would put you in danger.

Formaggio scoffed, "I let her knock me out. Fuck it, we'll start taking her with us. She can tag along and stand behind us." He shrugged, letting his eyes land on you. "You gotta listen to us."

"This is complete bullshit," spat out Prosciutto, his hands balling into fists. "She literally runs away when I punish her. She can't handle what we do."

"I only left because I can't punch you in your fucking face like I want," you replied calmly, a huff escaping Ghiaccio's lips as Prosciuttos head snapped towards you. "Next time I'm going to punch you." Goddammit, you just couldn't help yourself. Saying things like this to Prosciutto was a bad idea, and despite that you still mouthed off to him.

As Prosciutto went to stand, Risotto stopped him, his arm extending as he pushed Prosciutto back down onto the leather. "Both of you stop it," snapped Risotto, his voice growing dark. "You two need to fucking get along. No more fighting. We are supposed to be a fucking family. Act like it."

The authority in Risottos' voice caused you and Prosciutto to back down, the two of you looking away to stare at the ground. You and Prosciutto seemed destined to never get along, never being able to surpass a week without an argument breaking out. Ghiaccio felt bad, seeing you having to force a relationship that you didn't want. Did you even want him? He wasn't that much of a jack ass. He felt as if he treated you fairly well.

"She could get hurt," Melone muttered, eyes darkening as he stared at the ground. "Does she even know how to shoot a gun?"

"She can shoot a gun," Pesci blurted out, causing your mouth to slightly hang open, forming a perfect 'o' as you stared at him with disbelief. "Uh.. I mean. I think she can." He went to quickly get up, only to be stopped by Melone leaning forward, placing his hand on his leg. "I'm sorry, Y/N!" He covered his face with his hands, clearly hiding something.

Aside from Pesci, who was hiding his face, you had six pairs of eyes on you. Even Ghiaccio glared at you, wondering what in the fuck you could possibly be hiding. Well, you had a life before them, clearly you knew how to shoot a gun. Perhaps Luca taught you.

"Did you really think that Pesci put like, three bullets in that guy?" You spoke suddenly, causing a quick laugh to immediately escape Formaggios lips. "He always shoots twice, and he always shoots in the head."

How did you know how Pesci fucking shot people!? Ghiaccio shared no parts of his work life with you, despite you knowing and being active he didn't feel comfortable sharing his criminal activities with his girlfriend. He did not want to fucking scare you, he was so scared of you fearing him. All along it turns out, you really weren't scared of them. You weren't fucking scared of their crimes. In fact, it seemed like you wanted to be involved.

Why? He couldn't understand why you wanted to be involved, why you wanted to get your hands stained red just as theirs were. The men were fine with you working from home. All seven of the men were fine with providing for you and letting you presume any little hobby you had. Couldn't you learn how to bake or sew? For fucks sake, couldn't you take up fencing? Protesting would be pointless, it was clear the decision had already been made. Did Risotto want you to get killed? This was beyond fucked up.

"Are you going to punish her?" Prosciutto questioned, voice low as he turned towards Risotto. "She just admitted to killing someone without telling us. She probably forced Pesci into lying as well."

"I did not force him," you added in, "I begged." Illuso let out a sigh, shaking his head at you as he put his finger to his lips, indicating that maybe you needed to shut up. Melone and Prosciutto seemed very pissed off. They weren't keeping quiet about it like Ghiaccio was.

"The only reason I took her was because she shot two men dead in front of me. Her stand also stitched up my head that was busted open," Risotto spoke, his eyes on Prosciutto. "She can ride along with Illuso and Formaggio. She isn't riding along with you, so it isn't any of your concerns. My decision is final."

"Why?" Melone muttered. "Why are you doing this to us? I fucking love her Risotto! If she fucking dies out their then so help me God I will die too!" He snapped, causing you to snap your head towards him.

"Hey, stop being dramatic!" You snapped back at him, squinting your eyes at him. "If you do that, then I'll have to come back to life and die again."

Pesci suddenly raised his head, his eyes landing on you. A look of pure confusion was spread across his face as he stared at you. "What does that even mean!? You aren't making any sense!" He spoke in a panic, his words slightly jumbled. "I-I, goddammit! She didn't force me to lie! She just.. she.. she didn't get hurt! She knows how to kill!"

Ghiaccio wanted to speak up and side with Prosciutto, especially considering he wasn't on board with this. Today marks five months of you being on the team, and tonight, he planned on seeing if you wanted to take that final step. Aside from Melone giving him a few blowjobs and him pleasuring himself, he hadn't had sex in seven years. He was fucking nervous, and he wasn't going to fuck that up by siding with Prosciutto right in front of you.

"I'll be fine," you replied, brushing Pesci off with a simple shoulder shrug, causing him to just stare at you with a frantic look in his eyes. "You all should worry less. It's so annoying. How about you instead find a reason to be happy about this?" You just.. you weren't like anyone he's ever fucking met. You were.. something else, for fucks sake.

"Girl, you aren't helping your case," Formaggio snapped lightly at you, keeping his voice filled with an ounce of sweetness. "Illuso and I will train her and take good care of her."

Melone scoffed, his glare setting on Formaggio. "You and Illuso take terrible care of her. You'll get her killed!" Suddenly, his eyes set on you. "You'll come with Ghiaccio and I."

Before Ghiaccio could make a statement, you stepped forward. "I would much prefer Illuso and Formaggio."

"Are you fucking serious?" He questioned, his hands balling into tight fists. "Are you seriously going against me? I said you're teaming with Ghiaccio and I."

Pesci went to speak, but Illuso lightly smacked his arm, shaking his head. "Nah, Pesci, we can't get involved if these two fight," he heard Illuso whisper to Pesci. "We gotta stay the fuck out of this."

Ghiaccio silently agreed, stepping back slightly, keeping his eyes warily on Melone in case he did decide to hurt you. He wouldn't let you get hurt, but would Melone ever dare to hurt you? No, he was possessive and clingy, but in no way was he abusive towards you.

"I actually want to learn something. You'll hold me back. Illuso and Formaggio will actually train me," you replied, causing Melones jaw to instantly lock. Oh fuck, why in the hell did you fucking insult him like that? Ghiaccio wanted to put a muzzle over your goddamn mouth! "Look at the time, hm? Looks like I gotta go." You turned away, walking towards the front door.

"Melone isn't done speaking to you, girl," Prosciutto snapped, his glare resting on Risotto. "Can we please privately discuss this in your office?"

Risotto nodded once, "it won't change my decision." He stood up, giving you once last glance before he turned away, walking down the hallway. He had no footsteps. His steps were always so silent. Prosciutto followed, deciding to keep his eyes off of you, heavy footsteps stomping down the hall.

The sudden slam of Risottos office door caused Pesci to jump slightly, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. Despite the room being two less, the tension was still extremely thick, causing Ghiaccio to just want to grab you and leave.

"Nag nag nag," you muttered under your breath as you walked across the wooden floor, the door now inches away from your grasp.

Melone let out a low laugh, shaking his head. His laugh was unsettling, causing Ghiaccio to shift uncomfortably by the door. Goddamnit, why did he always act so fucking creepy? "That's fine.. it's fine to not listen to me. I'll see you Monday, I love you." The whites of his knuckles were showing, his teeth clinching together.

The look on your face was one of panic, only Ghiaccio being able to see your face. Ever so slightly, his head tilted to the side as he watched the panic leave your face as you turned around, you forcing your face to go blank. Hm.. did Melone scare you? He should watch the two of you more. "Well, I can go with you some days." Formaggio snorted, causing you to glare at him.

"What?" He questioned, a grin appearing on his lips. "Don't be spineless. Are you going to let Melone walk all over you? Looks like you are our little girl, hm?" The words were harmless child's play, just Formaggio joking around with you as he always does, but it was clear his words pissed you off.

"Fuck you and Melone," you snapped suddenly, Melone instantly standing up. "I am in control of myself!"

Melone walked towards you slowly, his hands unballing, fingers slightly tucked in as he made his way towards you. "What is your fucking problem today? You don't act like this. This isn't how you act." As he stepped over to you, he got in your face, leaning down to meet you eye length. "Did I do something to you? Do I deserve your disrespect?"

"Do I deserve to be treated like a child?" You questioned back, staring up at him. The stiffness in your body was straight as a board, your eyes hard but close to breaking. When it came to defending yourself against the men, you did a good job, but Ghiaccio's never seen you have to defend yourself against Melone. Usually, he was doing whatever he could to please you, not getting in your face and expressing his disappointment with you.

"I see how you wanna be," muttered Melone, shaking his head. "You hate me for wanting to protect you? Fine. I'll just give you space. Since you fucking hate me all of a sudden. I guess I'm not strong enough to train you. I guess I'm not man enough for you." Despite the calmness in his voice, he could sense a deep anger behind each of his words.

"Melone, it isn't like -" you began, only to be cut off by the sound of him walking out the door, slamming the door shut behind him. You let out a huff, turning your attention towards Formaggio. "I didn't really mean fuck you."

"Nah, you're gonna fuck me," Formaggio replied, your eyes squinting as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Wait. No, I'm gonna fuck you. You don't get to do the fucking around here little lady."

Illuso snickered, smacking Pescis thigh. "Hey Pesci, do you fuck Y/N or does Y/N fuck you? Does she ride you?"

"Leave him alone," you snapped, shaking your head as you turned your attention towards Illuso. "He doesn't want to talk about sex. Talk to him about boats, not sex!"

Formaggio scoffed, followed up by an eye roll from Illuso. Ghiaccio was ready to fucking go, having to sit back here in silence as he always does grows very annoying. The men have no respect for his relationship with you due to the fact that he hasn't slept with you yet. Aside from Melone and Pesci, the other men would ignore him or brush them off when it came to matters concerning you. All that was about to change tonight.

"You're in trouble," Illuso spoke, a grin appearing on his lips. "He's never gotten onto you like that before. Looks like you might be getting in trouble when you see Melone again."

Ghiaccio almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Despite Melone being very angry with you, he loved you too much to ever lay his hands on you. The most prized possession in Melones life was you. He wouldn't dare lay an improper hand on you. He just rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick back up your bag off the ground.

"Let's go Y/N," Ghiaccio snapped, grabbing the doorknob, yanking the front door open. "What's done is done. It can be discussed on Monday! We're all off this weekend so let's be fucking off!" The fact that they're still standing here annoyed him, he was ready to have you to himself.

"Bye guys," you muttered, walking out the front door, Ghiaccio following behind you. The nervousness he felt over tonight as well as the entirety of this weekend engulfed him, silence falling over him as he opened his passenger seat for you, guiding you into his car.

Fuck.. he hoped that he could please you. That he could make you cum and possibly lay on his chest afterwards so he could caress your cheek as you fell asleep in his arms. All he wanted was for you to like him suddenly, and he couldn't believe that. He couldn't believe that he was finding himself falling in love again. Goddamnit, this was so fucking terrifying. He waa really starting to want this to work so badly.

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Chapter 31 - Sour |Prosciutto x Reader|

Warning: strong/vulgar language, threats, strong sexual situations. MA.

Prosciuttos POV

Four fucking days.. You've given Prosciutto four fucking days of silence, despite him flooding your phone with text after text and fall after call. He felt his blood boiling, heart rapidly skipping a beat as his thumb swiftly raced across his phone keyboard, harassing you with another text.

You can't keep ignoring me Y/N. I am your boyfriend. I know you're at Melone's place. I always know where you're at. Call me. Text me. Just stop fucking ignoring me. We need move past this. Be fucking mature. Stop acting like such a little girl.

He sent the text through, hoping that I would get your attention. The other 20 messages and 15 calls didn't, but maybe take would. Maybe with this text right here, he could get you back to acting according. A little discipline was necessary. You are a taken girl, and you will act as such. Tight pants and a bratty attitude were not something that he would accept from you. Being a good and submissive girl should be your main concern. This was not good and fucking submissive.

"Maybe start by saying sorry," Formaggio replied, an annoyed sigh immediately escaping Prosciuttos lips as he tilted his head slightly upwards, Formaggio standing behind him as he read his text. "Can I help you? Let me text her man. I got you." He grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth.

He would not admit how desperate he was to get a reply back, but in a small way, he way. You were supposed to be the girl who couldn't leave him. The girl who couldn't leave him at the alter or divorce him after two months or take his fucking kid away from him. NO. Another loss was something that his heart couldn't handle, he wanted you to forget about your punishment and just talk to him. It wasn't that harsh, he was close to picking a few switches. Now that would have been harsh.

He sighed again, actually handing his phone over to Formaggios awaiting hand. Despite him knowing that Formaggio was the one that snapped your two fingers, he also knew that you ran to him after Prosciutto pubished you. Maybe you had a close relationship with him. It's not like he paid much attention to your relationships with the other men. The only romantic relationship that was his concern was the one that he had with you, and that relationship was a sinking ship.

The phone raised to Formaggios face, faint light reflecting off his tanned face as hid thumb rapidly typed. "She'll fucking love this. You know, if you wouldn't of called and Illuso wasn't over at my house I probably never would have guessed what happened. Her coming to my house was a way to cover your ass."

Prosciutto scoffed. "Why would I need my ass covered? I see no problem with disciplining her, and I know for a fact that you agree with me." He scowled, feeling more annoyed when Formaggios grin turned into a cocky smirk. Covering his ass? Please! You should have covered your ass better! "Goddamnit, wipe that jackass smirk off your face!"

"Melone and Illuso were about to get you," he muttered, his tone teasing. "Just.. we need to be careful with her. And also.. send! She will definitely text you back now." The snicker that came out of Formaggios' lips afterward brought out instant worry as Prosciutto snatched his phone back, reading the text.

The punishment you received is something that I would like to permanently move on from. I miss you so so so so so much, and I'll keep sending you texts. Aa, as a matter of fact, if you don't come over here to see me in 35 mins, I'm going to become desperate and go through your room. Do you want that? Let us move past this nonsense at once. Also, nice tits. Xoxo.

Prosciutto reread the text a few times, immediately regretting giving Formaggio the phone. Damn it.. he should have known he would jack ass this up! As he was close to yelling, he suddenly froze, your name popping up on the screen, his phone ringing in his hands. It actually fucking worked?

"Yeah.. I know. I'm pretty good," Formaggio muttered, patting Prosciuttos shoulder. "Maybe try and be nice to her? Girls kind of like it when you don't abuse them. We're in the same boat with her." He shrugged as he left, leaving a faintly warmth behind on Prosciuttos shoulder before he answered the phone, pressing it against his ear.

"What's up?" You said, the casualness in your tone pissing him off. "You can go through my room if you want. How have you been?" What kind of sick and twisted game were you playing with his head? Why didn't you sound fucking angry!? For days he had been ignored by you!

"Do we have any problems?" He questioned, his voice demanding. As his girlfriend you don't have the fucking right to ignore him. "I've been texting and calling you, waiting to fucking see you."

"Why do you need to see me?" You questioned. Alright.. he's had enough. "You and I should break up."

A tightness filled his chest, his jaw locking into place as he felt his free hand ball into a tight fist. What be feared the most was already happening, despite you not having the power to leave them, you were still trying to fucking leave him. "You have 35 minutes to come to the base and meet me privately in your room. Failure to show up will result in me coming to get you myself."

"Are you serious?" You muttered. "Come on Prosciutto."

"30 minutes now," he snapped, slamming his phone on the ground. The phone smashed into a dozen pieces, scattering across the floor as he stood up, walking down the hallway and towards your room. You better fucking come meet him.

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You entered your room 40 minutes later, entering as soon as he was about to leave to go get you. Your body slammed into his as you entered the room, his hand reaching out for your left wrist, noticing that your cast was gone and two fingers were healed.

Moving carefully, his other hand moved past your waist, locking your door. He studied your features, eyes scanning your face, looking for something. Anything. All he could sense from you was anger. Can't he make one woman happy?

"I'll give you three thousand dollars if you forgive me," Prosciutto told you, attempting a bribe. "Just drop it and never bring it up. Okay?" In the past, he would use bribes to keep his woman happy, deciding that it could also work with you. Despite you attempting to reject everything the men gave you, maybe you would accept money as a form of apology.

A low groan escaped your lips, your eyebrows pulling down into a scowl that he found quite cute. "You're the type of man that won't stop, so I'll cut you a deal. Involving no money, because I keep telling you I don't want your money. I still don't."

The fact that you kept refusing his money and gifts annoyed him, but he could have guessed that you wouldn't go for a bribe. Bribes clearly aren't going to work on you. No. That would be too easy for him. Instead of taking the money and letting this go you were going to feed him fucking bullshit. As always, you couldn't just shut the fuck up and agree.

"What is it?" He muttered, a frown appearing on his lips as he looked down at you. Instead of fucking you or having you cuddled against him he was yet again at odds with you. This permanent fight was something that he was growing tired of.

"No belt," you replied, earning an instant scoff from him. As if he would let you make that decision. "You made me bleed, and you don't even care. Fine, whatever. Just keep beating me, I hope you snap and beat me to death."

He blinked, face flashing shock before anger quickly spread again. "You ran away from me!" He yelled, causing you to turn away from him, walking over to the door. "I'll spank you if you walk out that door. Don't you dare." Never has a girl put up such a fucking fight towards him. Fuck. This was so mentally exhausting that he was close to giving in to what you wanted. This wasn't fun for him. Having you agree and be a good girl would be fucking fun.

Slowly, your feet moved across your wooden floor boards, right hand resting on the knob. "But I'm still not healed from your last spanking."

"Then I'll spank your pussy," Prosciutto replied, a low gasp escaping your lips. A smirk was fighting to appear on his lips. "I'll do it. You better get your hand off that doorknob."

As he began to slowly step towards you, your fingers fell from the doorknob. "No bribe.. no more skinny jeans. Let's just forget all this ever happened."

Finally.. a threat that made you listen to him. That would be a threat that he would keep in his back pocket, planning to use it in the near future. Knowing you, he would have to spank your ass with the belt again and he have to spank your pussy. For now, he would forgive you. You would definitely brat out if he made any attempt to hit you today.

"Good girl," he muttered, his feet stopping as he walked up behind you. Delicately, he let his fingers snake around your waist, squeezing gently. "And don't you ever fucking run off like that after a punishment. I don't like that sweetheart, so don't do it. Do you understand me?" He leg himself slightly press against you, causing you to press up against your front door. A faint smell of rose filled his nose, a low hum escaping his lips as he let his lips press against the top of your head, refusing to move.

A low huff escaped your lips, his hands running up and down your waist. "Okay, fine. Fuck. My ass still hurts Prosciutto."

The spanking that you had to endure was brutal, the most brutal one that he had ever given. Taking his belt off was supposed to make you apologize. He had no intention of whipping you with his belt. That smart mouth of yours got you in trouble, and he hoped it wouldn't get you in trouble again. Punishing you had its complications.

Since the two of you were alone and he missed you the past few days, he felt himself wanting to baby you a little. That's what he was going to do before you ran off on him. Well, since you've decided to behave, he would be a little soft towards you. After all.. you were so fucking cute, your body pressed up against his, his nose inches away from your head, taking in your sweet scent.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby," he muttered softly, spinning you around to face him. He let his eyes fall on your face, your eyes soft as you looked up at him. "I care for you deeply. You are my girl, okay? I only discipline you because I care so much about your safety."

Skinny jeans weren't the only reason he beat your ass. You've been very disrespectful towards him these past months, and all that disrespect adds up. He was a very powerful man. He wasn't used to a woman saying no to him, let alone one that was his. The ownership that he feels towards you is heavy. In no way would he let you slip from his fingers so easily. Grasp.. he would grasp you until your skin bruised and turned red, holding onto you for eternity. This was his new forever. You're his forever.

"Sure," you replied, voice lacking any emotion. At least you weren't going to argue with him. He could see that you were slowly starting to accept your new life. Finally. You should have adjusted months ago. "Next time I see that look in your eyes, I'm going to run before you can even get to me."

A low chuckle escaped his lips, amusement clouding any leftover anger that he had towards you. Risotto made it clear that the men could never use their stands on you, but Prosciutto could easily catch you without his stand. When you ran last time, you caught him by surprise, but now he was prepared. In his defense, he beat your ass. He expected you to be submissive afterward. In no way did he imagine you would tough out your entire spanking and run away from him. Fuck.. he was impressed. He had to silently admit to himself that he was very impressed with you.

"Don't be naughty," he muttetered, tone warning as his smirk suddenly widened. Slightly, he pulled away from you, hsnd raising to gently caress your cheek. "Can you stop hiding from me now?"

Nodding, you let your right hand wrap around his waist, showing him a rare sign of physical affection that pleased him. You should touch him more. Your touch was his ultimate craving. "I'll be back around next week. It's only Friday so it won't be long."

Prosciutto overheard that you would be spending your weekend with Ghiaccio. He didn't understand how Ghiaccio and you haven't had sex yet but still seem to have a great relationship. Despite you dating all of them, he felt a little jealously when it came to only you and Ghiaccio. How could you like a man that hasn't fucked you yet? How come he spanked you and you didn't get mad, but Prosciutto got ignored when he did it? It made him extremely jealous, but he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his place to worry about your relationships with the other men.

That's why he never got involved. He would step back and mind his business. If Illuso or Formaggio felt the need to hit you or break your finger, then that was their right as your boyfriends. Why would he step in and correct them? As brutal as it was, it was how the men wanted to deal with you, and he accepted that. Discipline is necessary in all relationships.

"I am glad to resolve our issues. Y/N, you and I shouldn't be at odds. After all, I only punish you because I care," he told you, giving you a small smile as you raised your eyebrows at him. "I care about you a lot." Couldn't you say something that indicated you cared for him all well? Fuck. Your lack of romance towards him pissed him off.

"I care about you," you replied back, shrugging your shoulders. "I'm not here because I care. I'm here because I snuck off when Melone was in his office, and I didn't want you to show up and piss him off." Suddenly, you let a smirk creep onto your lips. "You know, Melone says he's always watching me, but as soon as he gets in his office, I can slip away. He doesn't even know I'm gone."

Prosciutto let out a small laugh, but only to play along. Despite him calling for you to come to him, he disapproved of you sneaking away from the men. Even if it was Melone, your lack of respect should get you spanked, but nothing would happen. He certainly wouldn't get involved. Having you back on his good side until he figured out how to control you was a good idea. He had a lot of thinking to do, that was for damn sure.

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Chapter 30 - Feels Like Home |Pesci x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, sexual situations. MA.

Pescis POV

Pesci was beginning to quickly realize that you were, in many ways, a very unique person. Despite him being the least threatening on the team, he noticed that you showed no fear or hesitation when you demanded that he shut himself up. The hardness in your eyes, the coldness in your tone, you were too good at this. Too good at keeping them under control. Keeping the peace in the team, no, in the family was something that you seemed to be mastering.

The seven men have always been proned to debates that turned into arguments, jokes that went too far, though he was the least active in any spats between the men. Despite you being the center of the men's recent spats, you've made a significant change in the way the men argue. Usually, some fights could last for months, either ending in laughing and a handshake or a bloody brawl. The men are damn good professionals at work, but personal life is an entirely different story.

Suddenly, the men started to make up faster and attack each other less, you being the main cause of that. He still felt deeply wounded by your words and the harshness of your tone, and it immediately made you question you loving him. Then he realized that you probably just didn't want him to hit Prosciutto. He's never hit any of the men, being the only one on the team who hasn't gotten into a fist fight with his fellow comrades. Today, that might have changed. A small part of him wanted to punch Prosciutto.

Prosciutto was his best friend, a man that he considered a brother, a mentor. He knew that Prosciutto was bad with women, given his three divorces and how ever woman he dates loses their smile as the months pass on, but he thought that he would change. Also, he assumed that you would somehow be protected from being hit due to having seven boyfriends watching after you. He was wrong.

You had a private relationship with all seven of them. Pesci couldn't protect you. He couldn't keep you safe, and that is why he had to leave. His anger with you almost instantly faded when he realized that you were the one who was hurt. Hurt again, despite still having a fucking cast on your left hand. Fuck.. why were the other men hurting you? He would never lay his hands on you, it never crossed his mind once to hurt you. That wasn't right to do to the woman that he loved, and boy did he love you.

Nearly five months in his life was like two years. His life could be cut to an end at any second due to his job. You came into life, and you sat down with him. You listened to him and understood him in a way that no other person ever has. Losing his virginity to you, having that special moment with you, it was right. You were right. You were.. his home. You were somewhere that he felt safe and secure. When he was with you, he felt all warm inside. He never imagined that you would become so special to him.

The fact that you were actively dating all seven of them was a little bizarre, but given their lifestyles, their dating life was the least bizarre thing that they've ever encountered. If anything, you were the sweetest thing they've ever encountered, despite the hidden deadlines behind you. Still, he kept that secret for you, the image of you clutching his gun while a dead male filled with bullet holes still laid burned into his mind. What was your life like before them? How easy was it for you to pull that trigger? It became easier for Pesci.

His attention was pulled away from his mind, a gentle knock on his front apartment door causing him to raise. That gentle knock was a knock that he's gotten to know very well, those three quick knocks, and then two following three seconds afterward. That was your secret knock that you always used. He walked across his wooden apartment floor, the creaks being no bother to him as he opened his front door.

Just as he already assumed, you were at the front door. Instead of wearing your usual vacant expression, you wore one with slight emotion, your slightly widened eyes on him. "Listen, I meant no disrespect to you. I care about you all, but you.. I love you. So I don't want you fighting with the other men. Still, I am sorry I talked to you in a disrespectful tone. That was so uncool of me."

Pesci let a smile creep across his lips. The fact that you even showed up here was a surprise to him, and now you were giving him an apology? An apology was something that he did not expect from you at all. You didn't do anything wrong. You were just protecting him.

"It's okay," he replied, voice light, almost overjoyed that you came to see him. "It's fine! I understand, and I really love you!" Fuck.. he sounds like such a fucking dork. No wonder he was a virgin up until he met you. He stepped aside, making room for you to step into his small apartment.

You stepped into his apartment, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist, your head burying in his chest. All he could feel was warmth inside of his body, a comfortable warmth that he never wanted to go away. "I'm fine. I really am fine, and everything between Prosciutto and I will be okay. You don't need to worry."

You turned away from him before he could hug you back, taking off your shoes. As you bent over slightly to position your shoes in front of his door, his eyes landed on your ass. It stuck out ever so delicately. How could any of the men want to bruise such a lovely ass? All he wanted to do was rub. Squeeze. Touch. Kiss. He doesn't want to smack your perfect ass. Do you really deserve to be hit? Pesci knows for a fact that you don't.

"I'm worried about you," he spoke, voice almost a whisper. "They keep hurting you for no good reason. Can't I try and protect you? I at least want to say something." He had to defend you. What kind of man would he be if he let this go on?

You turned back around, his eyes quickly meeting yours before you realized that he was staring at your ass. That would be disrespectful, and in no way did he want to disrespect his girlfriend. "Please just drop it forever? It's embarrassing."

Pesci could understand why it could be embarrassing to you, considering Prosciutto was taking it upon himself to actually punish you. He would say as if you were a child, but the brutality of the punishments was far too extreme. Did Prosciutto want to torture you? Did Formaggio and Illuso? It was sick that they got satisfaction from hurting you. It made him want to punch them, but he couldn't do anything at all! Going against what you wanted was wrong, and if you had six boyfriends that would disrespect you and not obey you, then he would be the seventh boyfriend that would obey you, despite wanting to defend you.

If he were to listen to you, you would be happy with him. Besides, he wasn't one to attack his teammates, them being the only family he's ever had. If someone outside of the team were to hit you or dare threaten you, then easily he would kill them and defend you, but he couldn't kill his brothers. Nobody wants that outcome. Even if you don't want that, you wanted to keep the peace more than the men did, it seemed. They were so lucky to have someone like you.

A lot of men in his line of work die alone for various reasons. In Pesci's case, he would have died alone due to not being able to speak to women unless he had to kill them or ask for information. With you, you were given to them like a gift, all pretty and silent, watching them. When Risotto said you killed two men in front of him, he was shocked. How could someone so delicate kill so easily? Then he witnessed the aftermath of one of your killings, you pulling the trigger one too many times. You seemed to enjoy killing. That worried him. He didn't enjoy killing. It was just a part of his job.

Still, he loved you, and he was forever grateful to Risotto for bringing you onto the team. He was also thankful for you. The fact that you actually agreed to date all seven of them was a miracle. You even made time for all seven of them.. you really were amazing. The other men needed to open their fucking eyes!

"I'll drop it," he muttered, looking away from you. "Are you hungry? I made some muffins from scratch this morning. I think you might like them." As he went towards his kitchen, he felt your hand wrap around his, light pink dusting across his features. Your soft touch was so comforting to him.

"I'll try them later," you replied, your voice suddenly holding a low seductiveness that caused his entire body to freeze up. "Let me give you a proper apology first, Pesci. A real good one."

What you were implying might be sex. Right? You and him have had sex five times, meaning he's had sex five times in his entire life. Keeping count of the number of times the two of you made love would be a regular thing for them. It was all so special with you, with or without the sex. He just loved having you around. To be in your presence, to have you come to see him, that's all he needed.

"Hm?" He hummed, eyes going wide as he felt your other hand wrap around his waist. He loved this.. loved having you feel on him. "You're so pretty." He didn't know why he said that, the three words just rolling off of his tongue.

"Want me to suck your dick as a form of apology?" You asked him. He felt his mouth fall open, forming a perfect 'o' as he felt his cock instantly harden in his pants. "You can cum down my throat."

The stiff bulge in his pants as he turned around to face you seemed to be all the indication you needed, you almost dropping to your knees, but stopping to quickly stand up again. "Consent," you spoke, shrugging his shoulders. "Yes or no sexy?"

Never in his life has he been called sexy before. He always had his doubts of your love, feeling as if you only said it back to be nice, but maybe you did love him. "I really want you," he replied, voice leaking with desperation. "Only if you want to!" Maybe he should eat your pussy. He needed to look up some videos, he's never given head before and he wants to please you just as you always please him. You were a great girlfriend, you deserved to be spoiled and loved.

"Well, duh," you replied, a small smirk appearing on your lips. You stood on your tip-toes, placing a quick kiss on his lips, his cheeks heating up to a full deep red. "I'm sorry again."

As you pulled away from him, you dropped to your knees in front of him. A rapid beat began to descend from his chest as you unzipped his pants, pulling them down slowly as you opened your cute little mouth, your cheeks flushing slightly. Fuck, he was never mad at you. How could he ever be mad at someone so perfect?

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Chapter 29 - Willing to Forgive, Definitely Won't Forget |Soft Yandere Melone x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, nudity [forced]. MA.

"I am so sorry that I've been lying to you," you told Melone as soon as he closed your bedroom door. "I didn't want to lie to you. I did it because I didn't want you to attack Formaggio or Prosciutto, I don't want you getting hurt." You spoke quickly, immediately letting him know what you truly didn't mean to lie to him. You loved Melone and wanted to keep him safe.

Melone locked your bedroom door, making you nervous. When Prosciutto locks your door, it usually means you're about to get beat. Was he really going to spank you for lying to him? Your ass still hurt so bad from last night. You only lied to protect him. You didn't want him making enemies with the other men.

"It's okay, baby," he muttered, sighing as he turned to face you, tears in his eyes. "Baby.. you need to be honest with me. How badly did he hurt you? Please just let me see it, I want to see. What if you get an infection and die?" He looked genuinely worried, tears now rolling down his face. "I need to know."

No way in hell were you going to pull down your fucking pants in front of him and show him your bruised ass, the thought of it making your cheeks heat up slighly. It was so hard being comfortable seen naked, you've never just been naked around someone.

"No," you replied softly, his head dropping. "It's.. I don't want you to have to see that. I'm fine, I promise. You don't need to worry." You weren't in any pain right now due to the pain pills that Formaggio gave you. He only gave you a few, saying he doesn't want you to get addicted, so you've been rationing them out.

"I'm sorry baby, I hate to do this," he muttered. He quickly stepped towards you, hands wrapping around your waist as he spun you around. He pulled your pants down before you could stop him, your cast making your left hand useless as you tried to smack his hands away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept repeating as he pulled down your underwear.

Tears filled your eyes, your face turning completely red. You weren't surprised, but you still felt humiliated. "I didn't want you to see!" You yelled at him, bending down to quickly pull up your pants, but he stopped you, his grasp weak, hands shaking. You could easily pull away.. but you didn't. It was too late anyways, pulling away would be pointless.

"Because you knew how fucking bad it was!" He yelled back suddenly, letting you go. "I can't.. I.. I.." you heard his footsteps trailing off, causing you to immediately turn around. "I'll beat the fuck out of him."

You pulled your pants up quickly, a low whimper escaping your lips as your underwear and pants rubbed against your ass. "Please don't!" That caused him to freeze up by the door, his back turned towards you. "Please! If you do, I'll never talk to you again!"

"What?" He muttered, his tone going dark, almost dangerous. "You'll never talk to me again? Are you fucking kidding me? You're my girlfriend!" He yelled, turning back to face you. "You will be my wife one day, how dare you say you'll never speak to me again!"

You looked down, the sudden aggression in his voice causing you to go silent. Are all seven of your boyfriends violent men? Did their lifestyle really fuck them up that badly? You're starting to feel trapped, like you can't speak freely or be yourself anymore.

Softly, his black dress shoes tapped against your floor, creeping towards you. "I'm not trying to make you sad, I'm sorry. I just love you so much, and I can't stand seeing those jack asses destroy you." He wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you towards him. "Please don't be mad at me. I wouldn't hurt you."

It was difficult for you to say your true feelings out loud. You didn't want to express your love and one day get hurt, you didn't want for him to know how much you loved him, but you felt like him knowing that you loved him would make him calm down. You needed to tell him something that would make him calm down and not attack Prosciutto. You didn't want to cause violence amongst the group. The men fighting each other was something you did not want. You wanted all seven of the men to get along.

"I love you the most, and I loved you first," you replied. Melone likes honesty. That's exactly what you were going to give him. "I want all seven of you getting along and not physically fighting each other. You need to take into consideration that I'm stuck with Prosciutto. I want to be with you, but I'm stuck with Prosciutto, so I just have to tough it out. And you can't go hitting the other men. That stresses me out. I want you safe. Please, Melone."

You let your arms wrap around him, hugging his slender body, hoping that he wouldn't do anything drastic. You loved him, and you found yourself making excuses for his actions. Melone was really good to you, he was a great boyfriend, so you could talk him down instead of get mad at him. He deserved your love, not your anger.

"It's so good to hear that you actually want to me with me. Even if you're lying to me, I don't care, I'm so happy to hear it," he replied, voice soft as his arms wrapped around you, cool hands running up and down your back. "I want to beat the shit out of Prosciutto, but you are right. I am sad that you won't let me defend you, but I understand why. I'll keep my distance from him until I'm able to talk to him once more."

"I never wanted to lie to you in the first place," you told him. Lying to him was hard, and you regretted it, but you would lie to him if it meant protecting him. "If I lie, it's to protect you, Melone. Me loving and wanting you isn't a lie. I'm in love with you, and I love Pesci. The others are okay, and I care for them."

"Do you like Ghiaccio? He's a really good guy." Melone rested his chin on top of your head, a low sigh escaping his lips. "You need to come to me. Come to Ghiaccio. Come to Pesci. Do you really need to go to Formaggio or Illuso when you feel unsafe? You need to go to someone who won't hurt you."

You and Formaggio were starting to grow a friendship before he ended up breaking your fingers. You still found that friendship forming again, but you were cautious. At the end of the day, Formaggio had still cheated on you and hurt you, so you'll never let yourself fall in love with him. Like is as far as you'll go. Maybe if you ever get hurt again, you should just go to a hotel. Your boyfriends seem to make situations worse.

"I like Ghiaccio." You did like Ghiaccio. He was a good boyfriend to you. The two of you haven't moved past the making out stage yet, but you weren't going to pressure him for sex. He could take all the time he needed. You knew his situation with losing his fiancé and unborn child seven years ago. You were fine with him wanting to move slow. He was good to you, and his temper didn't bother you. He yelled, but he never made you feel unsafe.

Maybe Melone was right. Also, should you really run off to a hotel when you have boyfriends willing to actually treat you well and protect you? Shouldn't you be leaning on them more? It felt wrong running off to stay somewhere alone while being in relationships. Maybe you shouldn't consider that option. It might be a bad idea to run off when a situation occurs. You feel like you could start trusting Melone fully.

Melone pulled away from you, blue eyes staring down at you, his hands staying locked around your waist. "Listen to me.. you are my entire life. You are my universe, my reason for existence." His eyes landed on your lips. "You're my soulmate."

You stood on your tip-toes, planting a soft kiss on his lips, pink immediately dusting across his cheeks, a wide smile forming on his soft lips. "I love you, and you are my favorite. I'm going to be spending the night with you as soon as possible so we can spend some alone time together." You wanted to perk up his mood. You hated seeing him so stressed out and pained over you.

"Where are you staying tonight?" He muttered. "You need to be taken care of. You're hurt. I need to take care of you."

You were supposed to stay with him anyways, you were only going to stay with Illuso a second night because of the lie. "I need to go see Pesci, and then I'll just go to your place afterward." Illuso wouldn't mine, considering you already spent plenty of time with him last night, despite most of that time being him sitting in silence. He seemed off.. you wondered what he was thinking.

"Call me when you are done at Pesci's, then I will come pick you up," he said, squinting his eyes at you as you shot him a dissatisfied glare. "You aren't walking to my house, I may be only a 10 minute walking distance away from Pesci's place, but you're hurt. You aren't walking in this condition."

You were in no mood to argue with Melone, and you also didn't really feel like walking today. "Fine. I'll call you when I'm done."

He smiled, leaning down, placing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "Thank you, baby. I'll take you to see Pesci now. You don't need to rush. Take your time talking with him."

You nodded. You were going to apologize to Pesci. You felt terrible for talking to him so poorly. He wasn't the one you should be talking to like that. You just wanted to keep him out of all the drama. You needed to hurry up and go to him, try and make things right. You hoped that he wasn't upset with you.

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