#risotto reader insert

[thornybubbles]

Blood Red String of Fate (Yandere Risotto x Reader)

Scenario: The reader discovers that they are Risotto’s soulmate. Risotto is thrilled. The reader is not. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, canon typical violence, kidnapping, attempted self harm, forced relationship, and other “fun” stuff. 

You thought that it was just a story; an urban legend spread between lovesick teens and desperate young adults. You never believed for a moment that the whole “red string of fate” thing was true. Soulmates didn’t exist. Relationships didn’t come into being from a whim of chance. You didn’t believe in destiny or naive notions of love at first sight. But all of that changed the day you woke up and found the seemingly endless crimson colored string tied to your pointer finger. It wasn’t endless, of course. You knew that it was attached to the finger of your soulmate (something that you believed to be a fairy tale only a day before). It horrified you, not because you had an aversion to love or the idea of it. It was just that you believed that love should be something that is a mutual choice between two people. It should never be something that was forced onto people by fate. But that wasn’t what had you feeling like your stomach was doing cartwheels. You could actually sense the person on the other end of the string. You could feel their thoughts, emotions, and their very presence as if they were in the room with you. What you felt from them appalled you. You could feel their love for you and it almost had you returning the sentiment, but the warm feeling it gave you was overshadowed by the strong possessiveness that you felt, too. This person, whoever they were, genuinely thought that the string being attached to you meant that they owned you. Not only that, but you could feel an overwhelming blood lust and violence coming from them. Whoever your soulmate was, they were dangerous and the thought of being with them did not appeal to you. As far as you were concerned the two of you were not compatible, soulmate or not. You didn’t give a damn what fate or destiny had to say about it. 

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Risotto stared at the red string tied to his finger. He didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but once he sensed you on the other end of the string, it stirred in him an uncontrollable obsession. He never asked to be attached to you, but now that he was, he wanted you. He couldn’t imagine life without you. It wasn’t enough to be bound to you, though. No. He needed you by his side. He had to find a way to bring you to him. It was strange, Risotto never imagined himself to bother with a significant other. He always felt that it would be too dangerous and an inconvenience to him as a member of Passione. Suddenly finding out that he had a soulmate was a bit bizarre. It didn’t matter. Now that he was connected to you, he could feel what kind of person you were. You were everything he needed, everything he desired. He found himself craving you the way a starving man craved food. He truly felt that if he didn’t bring you to him soon, then he would die. He had to have you here. NOW!

“Boss? Whatcha starin’ at your hand for? Didja get hurt?” 

The voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Formaggio looking at him with concern. 

The others couldn’t see the string. No one knew of the bond that he shared with you. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and made him feel even more connected with you. You were meant for each other. No one else could interfere. No one could break the bond that he had with you. The obsession that he felt for you grew even greater knowing that. 

“I’m fine.” Risotto answered his subordinate. He glanced at the string, following it with his eyes as it ran along the ground and out of the room. He could follow it and it would lead him right to you. He could find you easily. He could…

Risotto shot up from his chair and yanked his hand into the air, effectively pulling at the string. He could feel you just then. You were about to do something awful, but he managed to put a stop to it. He glared down at the string as if he was glaring at you. Why would you ever attempt something like that?!

“Boss?” Formaggio asked, giving his Capo a concerned look. “What was that about?” 

Risotto didn’t acknowledge him right away. He gave the string another pull. He wasn’t completely sure how the string worked or what he could do with it, but he quickly figured out he could send his very will through it somehow. He did that just then, to stop your foolishness. It was clear that he couldn’t put off meeting you any longer. 

“Get in contact with the others. Tell them that I’m going to pay someone a visit.” he said suddenly. 

“Huh? What?!” Formaggio cried in confusion. 

He watched as Risotto passed him by and left the room. Formaggio clambered up from the sofa and trailed after him. 

“Wait a minute!” he called. “You’re leaving now? Who’re you gonna visit? Is this a mission? Ain’tcha gonna tell me anything?” 

“This is a personal matter.” Risotto said, his tone implying that Formaggio should stop asking questions. “I won’t be gone long, but I have to leave immediately. Continue with business as normal until I get back.” 

“Wait!” Formaggio said, trying once more to reason with his Capo. “Shouldn’t you tell the others this yourself? Why do you have to run off in such a hurry?” 

Risotto turned his red gaze on his subordinate. 

“I trust you to let them know that I’m gone. Just tell them that I had an emergency that I needed to tend to. I’ll explain when I get back. I have to go now, Formaggio.” he said. 

And with that Risotto left the building. Formaggio stood staring at the door wondering what was going through his Capo’s mind. Risotto was a mysterious guy, but he was acting very strangely all of a sudden. He thought about it for a moment longer before throwing his hands up and turning away from the door. 

“Eh. Can’t be helped. Orders are orders. Guess I’ll let the others know.” 

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You’d tried everything. You tried cutting the string with scissors, a knife, or any other sharp thing you could find. You even tried biting through it. Nothing would cut the string. There was only one alternative that you could think of for ridding yourself of the unwanted bond with your equally unwanted soulmate. If you couldn’t sever the string, then you would simply sever the finger that it was tied to. God, you didn’t want to do it, but what choice did you have? 

Every moment you spent bonded to your soulmate, you could feel more and more of what kind of person they were. They were a killer. They’d killed a lot of people and you could tell that they would kill a lot more. It would be just your rotten luck to be stuck with a murderer as a soulmate. You knew that they could sense you and you hated it. You didn’t want a killer knowing as much about you as you did about them. You wanted them gone from your life. So you would disconnect from them. With luck, once the deed was done, they would just think that you died or something and wouldn’t seek you out. 

You set some medical supplies to the side, to be ready to deal with your self inflicted injury. The plan was simple enough. You would cut off your finger, ridding yourself of the bond, then you would quickly patch up your injured hand, wrap and place your severed finger in a container full of ice you had set alongside the medical supplies, then call 911 and have them take you to the hospital where you could hopefully have your finger reattached. You had no idea how you would explain what happened to you. If you told them you cut off your finger to disconnect the bond with your soulmate, they’d have you committed. So you would have to think of something more normal to tell them. An accident cutting food maybe? 

Hesitantly, you paced your finger on the edge of the kitchen counter. You held the knife in your other hand. Suddenly a thought occurred to you. What if you didn’t cut it off in one chop? What if your strength wasn’t enough to cut through the bone? What if the knife wasn’t sharp enough?  What would you do then? You glanced at the knife. It seemed very sharp. Still, it would require some level of strength to cut through the bone. Oh God! What if you had to saw through the bone with another tool? The thought of the prolonged agony made you feel queasy. You could feel the color draining from your face and you swayed on your feet slightly. You shook your head. Determinazione! That’s what you needed now. You had to suck it up and deal with the pain. This was the only way you knew to deal with this. 

You raised the knife high over your finger. You took a few deep breaths and mentally hyped yourself to do what needed to be done. 

Don’t think about the pain. Don’t think about the blood. Think about being stuck bonded to a murderer. You thought to yourself. 

You let out a cry of resolution and raised the knife even higher. 

Suddenly there was a powerful yank on the string that pulled your hand away just as the knife came down on the counter. The blade sank into the countertop, leaving a notch in the Formica. Yeah, that blow definitely would have cut through the bone. Too bad something stopped you. You grabbed the knife by the handle and tried to pull it from the countertop. You managed to pull it free but the string was tugged again with much more force this time. The action caused you to lose your hold on the knife. It fell into the sink as you were yanked nearly to the ground. You fell to one knee in an attempt to regain your balance. You yanked your arm backwards only to find that it wouldn’t budge. The string was somehow pulled taut and you were practically being dragged across the floor. 

“STOP PULLING ON ME, ASSHOLE!!!” you shouted, anger in your voice disguising your terror. 

The pulling stopped and the string went slack again. They stopped you! Whoever was on the other end of the string knew that you planned to chop off your own finger to sever the bond with them. They didn’t want you to disconnect from them! Why? Did they really put value in the bond? Didn’t they know that you had no interest in them? Why would they bother? It was madness! 

Suddenly you could feel a strange sensation through the string. It was as if your soulmate’s presence felt stronger somehow. You couldn’t understand it, until you realized… they were getting closer to you! They were coming for you! Well you wouldn’t be there when they arrived. You jumped up from the kitchen floor and ran to your room. Quickly, you packed a few clothes and other essentials. You didn’t know where you would go, but you weren’t going to fall into their grasp no matter what!

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Risotto stared down at the string on his finger as he sat in the back of a cab. He allowed himself a small, bitter smile. You were a fool. Did you really think that you could escape him? Apparently so, because he could sense you moving away from him. It was frustrating, but it didn’t matter. He would find a way to get to you before you got too far away. The problem was that you could sense how far away he was from you at all times. Did you really mean to stay on the run from him for as long as he tried to pursue you? What if there was a way that he could hide himself from you? An idea came to him. He asked the cab driver to drop him off at the next block. The driver did as told and drove away. Risotto looked around. He was standing outside of a vacant lot. It seemed that this was an abandoned part of the city. Good. He could experiment here with no one around to intrude. It was a long shot, but if he used Metallica’s ability to camouflage himself, he might be able to disguise his presence at his end of the string. Risotto activated his Stand’s secondary ability and waited. He could feel you on your end of the string. You stopped pulling away from him. He began to follow the string, half expecting you to start pulling away from him again. You never did. You were staying put. He followed the string until he was in a better part of town. Still, you didn’t move. It worked! As long as he stayed invisible, you couldn’t sense him! You were as good as his!

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You had just driven into an unfamiliar part of town when you felt the presence at the other end of the string disappear. What happened? Did they die? Did they disconnect the bond? No, you could still see the string wrapped around your finger. Maybe they just stopped following you? You sighed. Thank the Lord. In the distance you spotted a sign for a hotel. You would stay there for the night and think about what you were going to do in the morning. You pulled into the hotel and walked into the office, dragging your bag along with you. You got yourself a room and collapsed on the bed there. You’d been running from your soul mate for days now. Why did they just stop following you? Did they give up? Did they realize that you weren’t interested in them? What was their game? You had only planned to stay at the hotel for the night, but decided to stay there until you felt that it was safe enough to return home. That was only if your soulmate didn’t decide to start following you again. 

That night, you dreamed of a man in a strange black costume resembling that of a jester, with white hair and red eyes with black scleras. You seemed to know each other, but you couldn’t remember from where. You were afraid of him, but you weren’t sure why. 

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Risotto strolled into the parking lot of the hotel you were staying in. He was overwhelmed with joy at having tracked you down, but he would have to be careful from here on out. If you got so much as an inkling that he was nearby, you would start running again. He couldn’t allow that. Not when he was so close. He’d been walking for ages, sleeping in hotel rooms that he broke into and stealing food. If anyone got too nosey about his invisible activities, they met a swift and horrible end. He was exhausted having to travel on foot (an invisible man couldn’t flag down a taxi after all), but it was all worth it now that he finally tracked you down. 

He followed the string until it led under the door of a certain room. Your room. He grinned at the feeling of your presence on the other side of the door. You were sleeping, so he would have to be quiet. Using Metallica’s magnetism, Risotto unscrewed the screws around the doorknob to your room. He was thankful that the hotel was an older one that hadn’t yet converted to the use of keycards. The door knobs popped out of their sockets and clattered to the ground. Risotto froze, afraid the sound would wake you. He was relieved that he could still feel that you were asleep. Carefully, he opened the door and let himself in. 

He spied your sleeping form on the bed. He smiled fondly at you before coming out of his camouflaged state. There was no point in hiding from you anymore. Abruptly, you sat up in bed, gasping and sobbing. 

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What a horrible dream. You’ve been having nightmares about the strange man with the scary eyes ever since you started staying at the hotel. The dream was always the same, the man would corner you somewhere, tell you that you knew each other, then try to drag you off somewhere you didn’t want to go. If you weren’t sure before, you were certain now, that man in your dreams was your soulmate. He had the same aura you felt at the other end of the string. The same aura of blood and death that you felt so strongly that it caused you to wake up in a panic… The same aura that you could still feel as if it were in the room with you at that very moment. 

You turned to face that overwhelming presence you could sense nearby and your blood ran cold. 

“You!” you gasped. “It’s you!” 

The man took a step towards you, smiling sweetly. You cringed away from him, pulling the bed covers up as if they could shield you from him. 

“How did you find me without me sensing you?” you demanded. 

“Not important,” he said in a deep voice that would have had your heart fluttering in any other situation. “What matters now is that we are finally together, as fate intended.” 

“To hell with fate and to hell with you! I want nothing to do with you! Now get out of my room before I call the police!” 

The man laughed at your poor attempt at bravado. 

“You can fight it all you want, but you and I will be together no matter what.” 

You jumped up from the bed and made an attempt to run out the door, but he stepped into your path and you ended up in his crushing embrace. 

“Let go of m-- mph!” your demands were silenced by one of his massive palms covering your mouth. 

You struggled in his hold but he was far stronger than you. You could barely move in his grip. Something sharp pierced your neck and you screamed into his hand. You struggled a moment more before dizziness overwhelmed you. Your limbs felt heavy and it became impossible to move them. Your vision grew blurry and you felt yourself going limp in his arms. Just before you passed out you heard him say, 

“You tried to hurt yourself all because you didn’t want to be bonded to me. I couldn’t allow that. I know that you don’t want me as your soulmate, but I know that you can learn to love me. I’ll take you somewhere where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you never try to hurt yourself, or sever our bond again. Whether you want it or not, you and I were meant to be. You should know by now that you can’t fight fate.”

[nicherayyy]

can you do headcanons with La Squadra with a member that's like Power from CSM? 👀

Absolutely!

La Squadra & Power-like teammate hcs

No one in La Squadra really expected their new teammate to be this UNHINGED

And here they thought that they saw everything with Formaggio😭

Like, the newbie gives no shit

But as long as Risotto pays them, they’ll just do their job

Honestly, I’m wheezing just imagining this interaction

Risotto: So, tell me about your stand. Because I hope you understand that if you want to join the team like ours you need at least—

Reader: Yeah-yeah my stand is super-duper cool you have no idea. It’s like much better than yours in every way. So.. how much do you pay?

Prosciutto is still shocked that Risotto hired them.

I imagine that teammate wouldn’t even care about bonding with their teammates at first

Seriously, you’ll only see them on mission

And MAYBE, JUST MAYBE you might see them on the meeting

If you do count your lucky stars

You’ll literally never see the day like that ever again

(Yeah Prosciutto made them go)

Most of the time La Squadra doesn’t even know where they are

They just randomly materialise smelling like they were dumpster diving😭😭

Illuso: is that… a piece of salami on your shoulder?

Reader: …mind your own business

So yeah I feel like it would take at least a few months before they bond from anyone from La Squadra

And it would look like:

“Yeah you’re kinda cool I guess, so.. wanna hang out?”

(I’m sure that’ll be Formaggio lol)

He’s like the only person I could see this happening with

Yeah, he’s probably the only one who finds their shenanigans funny

Prosciutto would definitely hate the way they smell

Prosciutto: don’t you know what a shower is?

Reader: shower is for loosers, like you for example

After that he force-sprayed them with a garden hose.

Ghiaccio thinks they’re weird, illogical, rude, dumb, crazy, unprofessional, uneducated—

When the newbie realised they could make Ghiaccio rant about anything and everyone ohohohohhhhh

Ghiaccio: DON’T YOU REALISE THAT THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT??? IT’S NOT!!! IT’S A SPHERE!!!

Reader: no it’s not

Ghiaccio: I SWEAR TO GOD YOU IDIOTA—

Pesci is kinda scared of them

So he tries to stay away as much as possible

Illuso’s another person who’d hate their smell

I can see him gifting his teammate a bar of soap

The teammate ate the soap. In front of Illuso.

In all honesty it was a nice soap

Melone finds their weirdness funny

But he definitely won’t hang up with them

But I mean, they’re kinda funny when the two of them paired together on missions

Another thing is, he finds their unhingeness interesting

He likes not knowing what they’ll do next

Eat another bar of soap? Burn the house down? Commit an arson?

The possibilities are endless

[midnight-talescape]

𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹(𝑅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 9: Blood Kink

RISOTTO MY BELOVED JSVWJNEVWIWBHEJ

I saw this man with his back turn and I told myself, “This is my favorite character in this entire season. Right here. Best boi.” This is a lie Abacchio and Bucharatti r also best boi

LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABY *going feral

Bruh it was originally suppose to be more like Risotto’s target is you something I have been wanting to write since I saw Hit from dbs but I change my mind so here we are

So like I have something ready for day 11 and it should be posted, but if I don’t hurricane Milton probably wrecked me enough so I can’t post anything. Aka power went out and no power for days :)

Warning: Blood, murder, you were married, your dead husband got cuck, appropriate use of Stand, a little yandere on both end, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3kish

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“Don’t move.”

That was the only thing you heard before you was pulled against someone. Their hand firmly clasp around your mouth, muffling your shock scream as you saw your husband’s body on the ground.

The thought of struggling never even crossed your mind, you can feel how much stronger then you he was. Your body tremble, knowing that he can crush you without even breaking a sweat.

Risotto’s breath was unsteady against your ear as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your body against his was too much.

Unable to resist himself he press a soft kiss to your neck, before biting down. He let out a groan as your blood fill his mouth, his hand sliding down, easily spanning across your stomach.

Fuck.

He should control himself.

He shouldn’t force himself on you.

But fuck do you taste good.

You let out a pained wail, your voice no longer muffled by his hand. Shaking, your eyes well up with tears from the pain.

Risotto's grip on your body tighten at the sound of your cries, his teeth still clamp down on your flesh. He could feel the blood flowing freely, painting his tongue a crimson red. The taste was intoxicating, and he found himself craving more.

He was so lost in the feeling of you in his arms, your blood in his mouth, that he almost didn’t register your words.

“W-who are you… w-why did you kill my husband?” Your voice tremble as your eyes caught sight of your husband’s body on the ground,

Slowly, he release his hold on your neck, licking away the blood that had collected there. His eyes were dark, burning with a desire that he couldn't control.

"I'm Risotto."

He said simply, his voice low and gravelly as he placed another rough kiss on your neck before explaining,

“Your husband did something stupid. Something that got him killed.”

His eyebrow furrow lightly when he saw you still staring at your husband’s body.

He can’t have you looking away from him.

Without warning he grab your chin and turn your head to face him, his eyes cold. He took a moment to look into your eyes, his expression softening when he see the tears in them.

And oh how beautiful you look with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t look at him.” He said, his voice coming out softer than he’d ever use before. “Look at me.”

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, and it only fuel his desire. Without warning, he hoisted you up, pressing your back against the wall.

“Beside someone like him… didn’t deserve you.”

He lean in, capturing your lips in a kiss that left you breathless. His hand wrapping around your neck as he urge you silently to open your mouth and let him in.

You let out a gasp, your neck forced to lean back so you can meet his kiss.

He was so tall, dwarfing your body and covering you in his shadow. He groans into the kiss, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he feels you tremble against him. He can feel your heart racing, the feeling of it pounding against his chest like a drum.

Good.

He didn't want you to think of anything or anyone but him, the only thing on your mind should be him and only him.

He deepen the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. You taste like honey and something else, something sweet that he could easily get addicted to.

You are so perfect. He doesn’t know how anyone can ever look at you and think you’re anything other than perfect.

Every sound that came out of your mouth was like music to his ears. He want to hear more. More of your gasp as he kissed you, as he touch you, as he devour you.

He pulled away from the kiss, only to trail his lips down your jaw and neck, leaving marks as he went. He could feel your pulse jumping under his lips, and it made him want to bite down and taste you again.

But he resisted.

For now.

Instead, he move lower, his hands tugging at your clothes impatiently. He needed to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of you.

Without warning, he rip your shirt open, the buttons scattering across the floor. He lean back, admiring the sight of your breasts, the way they heave with each breath you took. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.

His other hand slid up to fondle your other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He could feel your body arching against him, pressing your chest closer to his mouth.

“D-don’t bite… it hurts…” you begged before letting out a yelp that was half pain and half pleasure when he bit down hard,

He hum against your skin, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. The pain and pleasure mixed together, leaving you aching for more.

He could see the mix of pain and pleasure in your eyes, hear it in the way you breathed, the way your body moved against his. It was intoxicating.

He took a moment to look up at you, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you squirm beneath his touch.

“You want me to stop?”

He ask, his voice low and husky. But he didn't wait for an answer, instead he continued to suck and bite at your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud until it was stiff and aching.

His hands continued their exploration of your body, one trailing down to your waist while the other held you steady against the wall. He could feel your pulse racing, your body trembling with need.

You close your eyes, your face and body flushing red before you panted out quietly, “I-I don’t know… we shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

His eyes narrowed at your words, he didn't like hearing you say that. Didn't like the idea of you thinking that you shouldn't be here, with him. He leaned back, meeting your gaze with a smoldering look.

“You don't want this?”

His hand moving to hike up your skirt as he explore the soft skin of your inner thigh. He could feel your body tensing, your breathing growing heavier as he tease you.

"I think you do."

His fingers brush against your soaked panties. He let out a low groan, the sound rumbling in his chest as he felt the wetness there. His fingers pushed the fabric aside, the two digits easily slipping inside you as he began to pump them in and out.

You moan softly as he curl his fingers, stroking your inner walls as he press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in firm, circular motions. He could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought you closer to the edge.

Fuck.

He wants to taste you.

“W-what are you doing…” you let out a needy whine when he withdrawal his fingers, your eyes tearing up as he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he press his face against your pussy.

He could see the need in your eyes, hear it in the way your breath hitched as he planted a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

“Just relax. Let me take care of you, preciosa."

He lean in, his tongue darting out to lap at your folds. He could taste your arousal, the sweetness of it making him groan against your skin.

Fuck.

You taste so good.

He could feel your hips bucking against his face, could hear the needy whimpers that fell from your lips. It spur him on, encouraging him to keep going.

He hold onto your hip steadily, preventing you from pulling away from him as he lick at your pussy like a man starved. He could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, could hear the breathy moans.

The combination of sensations was too much, and you found yourself tumbling over the edge, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your fingers digging into his hair as you cream all over his face.

Risotto caught you as your legs gave out, easily hoisting you up, before wiping his face with the back of his hand. His pupil blown wide as he take in the sight of your pleasured face and messed up hair.

“You're beautiful.”

He lean down, capturing your lips in another kiss. It was different this time, gentler, almost reverent before turning you around and pressing your front against the wall. He ground his hard cock against your ass and you could feel the heat of him through his pant, the hardness of his cock pressing insistently against you.

“I'm going to fuck you now.”

He could feel your heart racing, your breathing growing heavier in anticipation. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his throbbing cock. He was big, so much bigger than anything you've ever seen before. The sight of him made your pussy clench, eager for his touch.

He position himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against your fold as he held your hip steady.

“Brace yourself.”

He warn, before thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion.

You let out a gasp as the air was knock out of your lung as he thrust into you. Your feet barely touching the ground as you was hold up by nothing but his cock.

Your wall massaging his cock as you let out a short pain moan. Your entire body shaking in discomfort as you try to get use to being stuff so full.

But he didn’t give you time to get use to him, he could feel your body tensing, could hear the way your breath hitching as he push deeper into you. Your back arch, pressing your breasts against the wall as he continued to fuck you at a relentless pace.

Fuck.

You felt so good wrap around him, like you were made just for him.

He lean onto your back, his chest pressing against your shoulder blades as he nuzzle your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“You're so tight. So perfect, mi amore.”

His other hand moved to grip your breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he fuck into you harder, deeper.

“Slow down… Risotto slow down please… you’re going too deep…” your eyes widen when he bit down on your neck and cram his cock deep inside your womb, your mind blank as you felt yourself climaxing on his cock again,

Risotto's eyes roll back, the sound of his name falling from your lips was like a drug. He could feel your quivering walls clenching around his cock as you as he bottom out inside you.

Fuck, yes.

His bloodlust took over, and he sank his teeth into your neck again, panting as he felt the sweet taste of your blood on his tongue.

His own release building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. His fingers dug into your hips, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in his wake.

With a final, powerful thrust, he bury himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he shoot his cum into your womb. He could feel your stomach distending slightly from the sheer volume.

Slowly, he release your neck, his teeth leaving a red imprint on your skin as he pull out. He let out a chuckle as he watch his cum drip down your thighs, enjoying the sight of you wreck and cover in his cum.

“Risotto…” you panted his name out softly as you tried to catch your breath,

His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you tremble in his embrace. He could feel your heart racing, your body still shuddering with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He let you stay like that for a while, holding you while you catch your breath. When you finally managed to regain some semblance of control, he slowly guide you down to sit on his lap, your back press against his chest.

His hands massage your body softly, his touch gentle and soothing. He knew you were probably sore from the brutal way he had taken you, but he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty.

You stayed like that for a few minutes breathing in his scent as you calm down.

You opened your eyes, only to see his red eyes staring down at you. Your eyes flutter before looking away, only to see your husbands body on the ground again.

Risotto could see the conflicting emotions in your eyes as you glanced between him and your husband's body. He knew what you were seeing, knew that you were probably struggling with the events that had transpired.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he spoke first.

He grabbed your chin softly, moving it so you can only look at him again. As you stare up at him in confusion, he hold out his hand towards you, a simple metal band in the middle of his palm.

“Marry me.”

The word was simple, and it wasn’t a question but a demand.

He wanted you.

Your eyes widen at his word, before your body start to shake. Your breathing coming out in quick and shallow breath as you look at the ring.

“We just met…” you began to speak before noticing the cut on his wrist, “…you’re hurt.”

Did he get hurt when he killed your husband?

Seeing your worried expression he couldn’t help himself, not even acknowledging his cut before he was kissing you again.

He can never get enough of you. Of how sweet you look.

“It doesn’t matter. Sono innamorata di te.” He whisper into your ears before placing his head on your shoulders,

You watch as the ring float onto your finger, as if control by something.

“Don’t leave me….” You suddenly said out of nowhere, looking up at him your eyes wide with a almost crazy look, “…Promise you won’t leave me. You can’t ever leave me.”

He was surprise by your word, by the almost obsessive look in your eyes. He hadn’t expected that to say the least.

It seems like he have found a little psychopath.

A adorable psychopath.

“I will never leave you, cara mia.”

He can’t say he wasn’t enjoying this. He love you regardless of the way you are, if you’re insane or innocent. He can never think you’re anything but perfect.

You let out a happy sigh before kissing his neck softly, nibbling on the skin there.

“If you leave me I will kill you.” You pause, as if thinking about your word before adding, “But since I love you so much, I will eat you. I will eat you so we can be together forever.”

He smile before placing soft kisses on your knuckle.

“My pleasure. But for now why don’t you try eating me with somewhere else…”

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He doesn’t know how to put it.

But.

He has fallen in love.

He stood outside your window, his presence invisible to anyone who dare look.

Not that it mattered.

He was here for a job and he will leave soon after. Leaving behind nothing but the body of his victim and the terrified scream of those who find their body.

At least that was how it should be.

He press his hand to his mouth, his body trembling as though he was suffering from some unknown disease.

And in a way he was.

Every cell in his body was screaming that they love you, that they want you. That they want to devour you, to swallow you whole, to eat you bit by bit until you’re one with him.

He slowly straighten up again, his breathing ragged as he walk toward your house.

He will do his job.

He will kill your husband like he was order to.

Then he will take you with him.

He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

He loves you.

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It was a normal day and you were heading home to your husband, when it happened.

You was push against someone, as your eyes fell on your husband’s body on the ground.

His body twisted and his eyes bulging out, it was clear he died a very painful death.

You should be scared.

You should be very scared.

But all you can focus on was the intruders body pressing against you, his body warm and his scent surrounding you.

He was saying something.

But you couldn’t focus on what he was saying, your body surrounded by everything that was him.

His scent, his warmth, his hand on your face, his chest pressing against yours, his deep voice as he spoke, and most importantly the hard bulge you can feel pressing against you.

After that everything was a blur, all you can remember was the feeling of large body holding you down as he fuck you. The feeling of his cock scrapping against your wall and the fullness as he filled you up with his cum.

The way your cheating bastard of a husband look from the corner of your eyes, his blood staining the white carpet.

Like blood in snow.

Like innocence being tainted.

And you have never felt so…

…excited.

You discreetly kicked the bottle of poison under the sofa before biting down on his neck.

This might be a little lewd.

But.

You have fallen in love.

[chronicallyonline101]

I present to you...

Dumb Killers!

La Squadra Di Esecuzioni x reader! :)

The reason I haven't posted in MONTHS is because I've been working on this longfic! It's an alternate universe - everyone lives AU about the members of La Squadra, it delves into the depths of their backstories and day to day lives, with a reader-insert slapped right bang in the middle (because I'm not normal and can't go a day without inserting oc's into shit)

It's mostly a silly, dumb reader-insert story, but it also has quite serious themes!

Description down below!

'You were the dumbest on their team, that was something they could all agree on. Forgiving, naïve, gullible and stupid were traits hardly desired by those working within your profession but you could kill, and you did it well - that's all that mattered, right? Though the pay was shit, being a hitman was simple. Do your job and don't stick your nose where it isn't wanted. La Squadra di Esecuzioni understood that better than anyone, after all they'd been through. It was just a shame none of you were smart enough to follow these rules.'

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The Outlaw Torn

Pairing: Risotto Nero x GN!Reader

Summary: "The more I search, the more my need for you / The more I bless, the more I bleed for you."

Risotto Nero reflects during a rainy day, all while trying to avoid the way everything reminds him of you.

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~1.3k

Notes: Risotto Nero you will always be famous <3 enjoy some pining Risotto who broods for you. Title based off 'The Outlaw Torn' by Metallica. No spoilers, pre-VA, reader is GN.

AO3 link here!

Napoli during this time of year rains plenty. The smell of the rain against the stone roads makes him pause and inhale deeply. A young child accidentally brushes past him, clinging to her hat as she carries a roll of bread from the nearby bakery. He glances to the other side of the road and notices a businessman holding an umbrella and jogging while he clings to his business papers, some of which were flying behind him. 

Napoli is full of life, even in the rain, something you taught him. Every lesson he learns from you, he keeps close to his heart. He closes his eyes, just letting the rain drench him. A bike bell rings as he feels a draft of air zoom past him. A young boy swears at him in Italian for just standing there, but he does not move or even flinch. 

Napoli is beautiful, but it will never be as beautiful as you. It will never be enough, not in the way you were. 

But he knows why you are not here, by his side, with him, for him. He opens his eyes and looks at his reflection in a window on at a small jewelry store. 

Black sclera… red eyes… those are his most standout and defining traits. You said they were entrancing, that you wanted to look at them for a long time- something he didn’t usually allow. But for you, he could spare the time and have you appreciate his form. 

The jewelers were releasing a new type of ring and diamond cut for the season. A teardrop shape to recognize the rainy season in Napoli. 

Would you like something like that?

His mind wanders briefly before he turns away and continues to walk back to the hideout. 

Patience. Don’t think of such things yet. 

It’s rather selfish, really. It is because of him that you did not get closer to one another. 

Risotto Nero knows better than to let his emotions get the best of him. 

But you, you are an anomaly that ruined him, took parts of him and held it hostage, refusing to give them back. 

He almost wished for you to keep them so you could remember him, at the very least. 

Risotto knows it’s in poor taste to pursue you, after all, what assassin would ever keep a living trace of their existence somewhere? Who would ever allow for someone to get so close to them? Who would allow a piece of their heart to be free outside and possibly get injured as collateral? 

Selfishness, really, is what keeps him thinking about you. If he was the same 18 year old who mercilessly hunted and killed his cousin’s murderer, you wouldn’t even be on his mind. He wouldn’t have ever entertained such a thing. But twenty-something Risotto has admittedly grown softer- perhaps due to a combination of La Squadra and your continued presence in his life. 

He knows you would wait for him forever if he asked. He knows that you love him too deeply, too much for him to ever deserve. He couldn’t have found a more devoted and loyal person in all of Italy if he tried. He knows that and it kills him in more ways than it has any right to. 

But the Risotto in his twenties knows something his younger self would never know.

You shouldn’t be with him. 

You should be free, loved by a man who can offer you safety, comfort, and an easy life that does not put you in danger at every turn. 

Even though every drop of blood in his body rushes for you, even though he would gladly bleed out for you- you don’t deserve his bullshit, he reckons. Even though he yearns to hold you close, prays for a chance to call you his and his alone, he knows it’s for the best you’re not beside him. 

He can’t trust himself around you. You make him want something beyond revenge or money or territory. You’ll be a distraction. 

That’s what he tells himself over and over, because Risotto is a selfish man who only has one thing on his mind- power. 

He’s too good at his job, too good at killing and ending lives for the sake of his mission. And yet, here he is, untrusted by that very same boss who orders him around, no territory to claim for his squad, and hardly any money from the drug trafficking in the streets. It pisses him off that due to his success, he cannot reap the rewards from his completed assassinations. 

If he allowed himself to be swayed by you, he probably wouldn’t mind this arrangement and would continue to do as told. 

But it’s quite a headache, he has to admit. He knows a few of the leaders even live in mansions by the shore or expensive penthouses and can overlook their territory. He has none of those, and it’s apparent with every passing day how little his boss thinks of him and his squad. 

I don’t even need a mansion… I need that villa near the gardens and the shops below. 

That villa has been your dream for a long time. He can remember the first time you absentmindedly pointed it out to him, wistfully sighing as you admitted you wanted it. 

“My dear grandfather was friends with the owner, so we’d visit sometimes. It’s the most beautiful house ever.” 

Risotto hadn’t ever cared about houses or decorations much, but after a curious look around the place at night, he had to agree that it is a nice home. It would be a lovely place to call his own, but more than that, it would have you, and that immediately made everything better. 

Would you be happy in that home? Would you like to walk beside him to the marketplace below? Would you enjoy sitting on the veranda with him while you two drank cappuccinos in the morning? 

These questions and the many what-ifs he would conjure up plagued him like this every day. He didn’t feel the cold rain pour down on him continuously, only thinking of you smiling at him in your shared villa. It was sunny in that dream, warm and loving. He didn’t mind the terrible weather now, even with how it soaked his clothes and chilled his bones. 

He exhales and lets the rain wash over him more before he decides to continue walking back to the hideout. 

He couldn’t see you yet. Not yet… he wasn’t ready. He didn’t have the influence he wanted- needed- to offer you what you deserved. 

The walk to his place is somber and silent as Napoli is sheltered inside warm houses from the rain. He curses himself for encouraging you to stay away. The farther you are, the closer he wants you. The more he tells himself to stop, the more he wants to go. The more he tries to shield himself from these feelings, the more he falls deeper into these desires. 

Just as he is about to cross the street, he glances to your house. It’s right there, a mere block from his hideout. So close, yet so far. He stops in front of your door, unsure if he should take the risk or make such a jump. 

He’s torn, torn between protecting you from his lifestyle and keeping you bound to him as his love. 

He aches for you, desires you, needs you. But he can’t say that without complicating everything. He swallows, ready to turn heel and continue to his home, to La Squadra and his dirty life. 

Yet, for some reason, he finds himself stepping toward your door. It’s as if his body is on autopilot, forcing him, magnetizing him to you again. He sighs and makes a fist, rapping his knuckles against your door. 

…Well… a few moments away from the rain is never a bad idea. Especially in Napoli, where life is beautiful all around.

[maxlarens]

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pairing(s): max verstappen x photographer!reader

summary: your aesthetic interest in max verstappen is purely professional, you swear.

fc: daisy edgar jones

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The Sunflower and Bluebells

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Writing is a hobby and I'm setting this event up as a stress relief, I will attempt to get through as many as possible as soon as possible, but I make no promises and reserve the right to simply not complete any request I receive

[reclusiverisottonero]

anyway i think i'm at that point where writing reader-inserts are fun sure but i get more enjoyment on writing oc/canon for my friends and writing my own oc I self-ship with Risotto now. I have so much written up as warm ups/writing exercises and they're all so personal to me that i can't imagine changing things to fit into a reader-insert perspective just for wider appeal. you'll all just have to deal with my insanity i guess

[icerisotto]

ᐢ..ᐢ ﹒✦﹒ about ⟢ me !

☆ i am kero, a huge fan of vento aureo!

★ although i like jojo in general, my heart lies with vento aureo characters, hence why i made this blog.

☆ my ships are very... uncommon (in an unpopular way, of course). i have rare pairings and 90% of the jojotwt community doesn't know about these, so i decided to create a special place to keep in touch with anyone else who likes rare pairings!

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☆ favorite characters: bucciarati, mista, abbacchio, risotto, ghiaccio and formaggio.

★ favorite pairs: brumisabba, brumis, misabba, risoghia, prosghia and risoprosghia.

☆ characters i really enjoy: narancia, trish, pesci, prosciutto and polnareff.

★ shipps i really enjoy: brupros and formapros.

☆ characters i slightly enjoy: giorno, melone, illuso, fugo, tiziano, squalo, secco and cioccolata.

★ shipps i slightly enjoy: meloghia, formailluso, seccolata, ghiasecco, formaghia, brupros, and formapros.

☆ characters i don't care about: doppio, carne, zucchero, sale, scolippi, sorbet and gelato (at least not enough to write anything with them alive, sorry).

★ shipps i don't care about: every other ship (including those involving bucci gang members, risopros, bruabba, sorlato and risabba).

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[marwhoa]

request: Musician Reader who has a concert in some soon time (maybe in a month or even could be less than a month)

And is stressed about it because not only the concert is coming near and it feels like every practice time, something would go wrong (maybe keep messing up part of the piece or feels like they dont have enough time?) Especially since the concert is the reader's and (insert turtle's) anniversary and didnt want to mess things up (also to make it more special reader composed a song for the anniv!) But at the end reader managed and played it in the concert as (insert turtle) watch them play the song! (Ofc hidden because ya know.. mutant whole situation lol)

🝮 “ mikey & the rose burns ”

rise!mikey x rockstar!g/n

author’s note: i totally wasn’t listening to “pov: you’re at a concert” YouTube playlists, just in case you were wondering? while i was editing the format to post this, the font size suddenly became large asf so i hope this posts normal 💀 (help me)

word count: 1.4k

As your hands fiddled with your guitar’s tuning heads, the nervous buzz coursing through your very soul could hardly be brushed aside. There was a performance quickly approaching, and the stakes were higher than ever. It was your first gig in a much bigger stage, which meant this was going to pull an even bigger audience than any shoddy underground basement bar could ever draw in.

Not only that, but this concert had sunk its teeth straight into you and your boyfriend’s anniversary date.

So, to say that you were a tad bit stressed by the heat set for this show? Well, now that would be a gross under-statement.

“ Damn it, try it again, Y/N, you missed your cue, scatterbrain! “

“ Ah, sorry Missy. “

You winced at your drummist’s outburst, tuning back into the present training session. There was only a few weeks left until this performance, and you needed to get it squared away. Missy huffed, ticking away on the drums as she cocked her head towards the band’s bassist, Jonah. You three were a ragtag crew, brought together by your producer after he felt you all would sound better together, rather than separate.

Fortunately for them, your vocals and lyricism skills were top notch, and being a lead guitarist who could sing? Well, that was just the common assumption, so it’s a good thing you nail both tasks, right?

Or well, you did. Until these mock sessions.

Each practice brought with it a set of problems, be it the strings of Jonah’s bass snapping last week, or Missy’s drumming being off key the first week, something had gone wrong. Now it was your turn, with poor timing and absentminded moments, it couldn’t have been a worse cocktail of trouble to give you cold feet.

“ Hey guys, I brought—whoa! You guys look horrible! Break time? “

The best part of it all was your adoring boyfriend dropping in on practice for whatever reasons he had in mind. Jonah and Missy were down-to-earth enough that Mikey’s… “ appearance ” was just another Tuesday to them, especially when he brought his amazing home cooked meals by.

“ Whoa Mikey, is that a pork risotto!? Haven’t you been spending months to perfect this? ”

Jonah collapsed at the table, inhaling the delicious aroma deeply as Missy sat just as roughly, practically salivating.

“ Jeez, Y/N, I’m so jealous that you get to experience culinary genius whenever you want! ”

“ What? No way, he’s my boyfriend, not my chef. I cook for myself a lot! “

Puffing out your chest, you feigned a playful air of “ insulted beyond belief!” and happily dug in to the bowl Mikey placed in front of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead before turning his gaze to everyone’s instruments.

“ Is practice running any smoother, guys? ”

He asked, jumping back a bit as he turned around to see everyone’s dulled spirits.

“ Ah man, Mikey, it’s… Well, it’s going, I guess. “

You sighed out, chomping a bite of the more-than-delightful array expanding out in your mouth. Flavors bounded across your tongue in an all-too-inspiring fashion. This happened to be just the light to ignite in your chest to get through this practice.

The night carried on with higher spirits, as it started to finally turn up. Mikey lingered, taking on the role of “ Personal Hype Man ”, which served to be just the buzz you all needed to wipe away some of the stress of the night.

Although, there was one song you all were keeping hidden from Mikey. It was going to be the “ bang! ” of the concert, a group-written song filled with everyone’s emotions. Consider it a thank-you letter, addressed to Mikey personally—with a teensy love letter tucked in, a solo verse written by your heart alone. Since the performance clouded any chance of a sweet anniversary date, your bandmates got the bright idea to make the concert the date! And they both had more than enough thanks to give to your boyfriend to begin with.

I mean, he boosted morale so much more than y’all’s shifty producer, from his warm meals to the refreshments all the way up to the hype man parts. If it weren’t for him, there may have been a longer road of fear and stress leading up to this gig.

So, you all grit your teeth and powered through mistakes, each trying to make your next practice better than the last. Each replay of the lyrics, strings, and the music left the band invigorated, hardly able to sleep at night, and much too excited for the upcoming night.

With all that preparation, the only thing buzzing through each of y’all as the room stirred with anticipation was straight, pure, and raw confidence.

“ Thank you for coming tonight—let me hear y’all give a great big yell for the Rose Burns! “

You leaned back from the mic, grinning wildly as your eyes cascaded across the sea of fans screaming out for y’all to play. One deep breath later and you all set off, playing through song to song. Under the stage lights, beads of sweat rolled down your head, but there wasn’t a care in the world as you all carried each lyric and note through with perfection. The fear chilling each practice was no where to be seen, and no mistakes sunk their teeth into any verse.

Heavy boots stomped to the beats, both on stage and from the fans before you. Lyrics slid from you and your mates’ lips like venom, bitter yet irresistible, and the music was enough to make even the shyest listener hear tonight jump and scream.

Cries from the crowd—some singing along, others cheering and dancing—pumped the band even further. As everything snowballed even bigger, your eyes finally landed upon the one you loved the most, up along the ceiling, perched along the building’s iron beams. Mikey could be seen bouncing along to each song as if he himself had written them. As a fan from one of your first solo gigs, you may have been insulted if he didn’t know every word. Well, to all but one of your songs. This one was a surprise.

“ This next song will be the last for the night, and is dedicated to a special someone in the crowd today. ”

You winked, watching the audience exchange glances as if looking for the special someone they’d never find. Pick in hand, you shook off the nervous jitters, exchanged glances with your mates, and yelled out a big “ let’s go ! “

Music filled the room, vibrating the floors, chairs, reverberating through the soles of the moving crowd. Not a single person was still nor quiet, as the room filled with the experience of loud, shared energy. This was an experience to go down in your memory, and you hoped that it would become a song that Mikey put on repeat.

Energy surged through the song, enlivening the room as Mikey regularly did. Notes bounding around the area’s walls with the very same fire he did everything with. Warmth filled the room, embodying those delicious moments at the table, and the crescendos of the music had everyone on their tippy-toes as it spilled into your solo.

Your voice wavered, standing strong as it was left to its self. Jonah and Missy’s instruments paled in the presence of your words, all spearing Mikey perfectly through the heart. Its message blanketed the audience, yet lovingly suffocated its receiver, straight until the last note. The words roared and filled the air, captivating with a tinge of longing that pushed you further.

The song’s end was one so impactful and subtle that the cheers and applause skipped for a second until roars bombarded the stage. Everyone poured their soul into tonight, and the energy of the crowd was evidence enough of its success.

“ Good night, New York! ”

All three of y’all beamed into your mics, laughing at some of the random remarks thrown from the audience. As the curtains drew, you caught sight of an orange blur that surely would meet you backstage.

First to the back, you were met by affectionate hands scooping you up into a tight embrace. Your back met the wall, and without warning your boyfriend’s lips met yours.

“ You were—that was, amazing! ”

Out of breath, Mikey’s hands cupped your cheeks roughly as he placed more and more kisses on your face and lips, up until you were both unraveling with laughter.

“ Hey, hey, lovebirds, leave that for your backstage rooms! ”

Missy and Jonah teased, dragging you both away with cacophonous laughter. Tonight had been a hit, and the future would only prove to bring even more packed nights.

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To Be in Your Arms (Risotto Nero x Reader [Angst and Fluff])

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Apparently, this fic is too long for tumblr, so the rest is on AO3! My account is RohansPenNibs if you’re interested.

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Risotto stares at the mirror, his eyes visibly sunken in, face unshaven and noticeably pale.

Despite already brushing his teeth and splashing his face with cold water, he still felt lethargic.

“Risotto, Amore, you should shave,” you giggled upon feeling his stubble with your palm.

He quirked an eyebrow up, still looking at the mirror, “really? I thought you loved it.”

Risotto placed his hands on your own and began rubbing it against his jaw.

You squealed in response to his antics, “hey! That feels weird—!”

Both of your laughs filled the bathroom.

As if his hands were weighed down with cinderblocks, he reaches for the razor.

“Fine, I’ll shave, I’ll shave.” “Good! I’m not about to poke myself every time I give you a peck!”

How many months had it been since you last kissed him. Four? Six?

It didn’t matter. Whenever he thought back, it felt like it was yesterday, anyways.

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Soft Hitmen | Risotto Nero x Reader

A bit of a tender moment. 

The reader is effected by a stand that renders her weak. 

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Soft Hitmen

You'd been misinformed, terribly so. 

Seldom were the times when you encountered other stand users in your job that weren't colleagues, and in the case where they were your target, you had the intel that warned you.  

- But not this time.

It was bad, but not much worse when you considered the fact that you’d screwed up even after your lecture. 

It had been the three of you, Prosciutto, Risotto, and you out on the field with your eyes aimed at a certain, little hair-brained politician that had gotten too cocky and too much of a liability.

It would have been just you and Prosciutto, but Risotto was forced to oversee given the sloppy nature of your group’s last few operations. 

"And why do you need to babysit us," Prosciutto grunted with a halfhearted glare, insulted by Nero's details of the mission. He'd never needed anyone to watch over him, even as a rookie, and he didn't think you needed anyone either. 

"We didn't screw up," he added. 

At his side you bit your tongue, feeling the same sourness, but not too bothered by the fact that your leader would join you, even from afar.

Risotto noticed the way your lips pursed, and hearing the blonde-haired male's complaint, his teeth grit hard before he took a step closer to you two, the way he looked down at you icy.

" He's had us on a tight leash for the past year..." he started, and you could only imagine the blood in his veins boiling. " And if that isn't bad enough our last two jobs haven't been our best," he reminds you two, an undeniable fact you wince at, much more when his voice has an even shaper edge than usual. 

" If we keep this up, It's only a matter of time before he defiantly gets rid of us," he said lowly. 

"- And What the hell does he expect, huh?" Prosciutto suddenly says, thoroughly peeved. 

"Our cut of the pay is shit compared to everyone else..." He reminds Risotto. " for everything we do..." he added with deep huffs because it was true. You did the dirty work, and you hardly ever got anything back other than a stack of cash that was measily compared to the other guys.

-Not even a thank you was given.

And if that wasn't bad enough there were periods where you weren't needed at all.

"...Besides... we got it done," you pipe up in regard to the sloppy operations, but barely. 

You didn't like arguing too much with your leader. 

You knew it wasn't his fault, but every now and then you couldn't help voicing your own annoyances.

 Risotto suddenly placed a hand on one of your shoulders, the strong grip surprising you enough to make you look up at the man that had his other hand on Proscuitto's opposite shoulder. 

"We'll get our moment," he said simply, which meant so many things, but you could only think of one that would solve your every issue. 

'One day...we'll kill him...and we'll take what we deserve,' 

You hardly spoke of it, too shaken by what would occur if the Boss caught any wind of treason, but you had all silently agreed that it was the only way to breathe free.

-Especially after what he’d done to Sorbet and Gelato.

The gruesome memory still gave you cold shivers.

"But for now...we do our jobs, without failure. Without so much as a hitch," Risotto reminded you. 

You were there because you had talents. 

 Because any fool could kill, but it took a special bunch to do so efficiently, without so much as a change in air that would hint at it being foul play.

You gave Risotto a fierce nod, and slowly, Prosciutto followed too, though with a little curl to his upper lip that displayed existing annoyance.

"Fuck..." you could barely speak, seized by terrible shivers that left you weakened and to your knees.

Proscuitto took hold of you, cradling you close, saving you from impact, and he watched over his shoulder as he saw your target leave with two of his bodyguards, one of which had rendered you to the state you were now.

The nearly vacant street let him catch a clear view, and he contemplated just letting you fall so he could take care of the job before risotto appeared beside you two, agitation evident in his face that you could barely witness through your impairing sight. 

"It's a stand user...maybe two..." Proscuitto stated, having a suspicion the second guy was also one. 

You then pushed him away, standing on unsteady footing as you glared in that direction too. 

"We have to..." you said while taking a step in the direction before you fell to a knee, and as Proscuitto moved to you again, you, used your arm to ward him off, something he huffed at.

Hesitation was not one of his typical traits, but given that you were a woman, he'd always been just a tad bit gentler with you out of pure instinct, something you noticed. 

Granted, eventually down the line he cared about you, but the initial consideration was due to that, and you were thankful for it. 

Otherwise, he'd beat you around just as badly as he did Pesci.

Delirium hit you and your surroundings grew darker and murkier, and with a soft exhale, you stood back up on wobbly legs. 

Shivering, you hugged yourself, backing up into the outstretched arm of your leader as he wordlessly caught you. Seeing your need to stand on your own, he made sure to grip you hard before his body came closer.

You craned your head back to look at the man but found it dreadful as your head felt too heavy and it hung back. 

"Go..." Risotto told Prosciutto, trusting that now that he was aware of the retaliations, he'd finish the job himself.

The ashy-haired man doubted your assignment could go any further south, and he trusted Prosciutto to take care of it.

At that moment you hated yourself, much more with how feeble you felt. 

"Please..." you start, and you find it in you to somehow move your body to face him, your hands daringly reaching out to take hold of his shirt, holding on with the last bit of strength that you could gather. 

"-  stay with me, "  you tell him, breathing hard, batting your eyes at him pathetically. You practically have tears in them, and as he looks down, his own eyes slightly widen at the words.

You don't know why you say that, why the words just drip out of your drying mouth, but they do. 

And perhaps it's because that's why you had wanted to tell him so many times before. 

Like, that one time he'd lead you home after you'd all decided to have a few drinks at some crappy bar.

"I should have..." you incoherently think out loud, having thought of the moment so much, wishing you would have had the guts to invite him in to stay the night.

Meanwhile, Risotto could feel his heart race, thudding strongly in his chest.

 He would have to pick each of your little fingers off of his top to go free, and the idea was unbearable.

And how could he?

the word of denial he wanted to strongly let loose was locked in his chest, unable to escape as he looked at you, finding your weakened state somehow enticing.

He had hardly ever seen you so desperate, and much more with that need directed at him.

You needed him ; an idea he'd never considered.

"Risotto..." The way you said his name had him feeling strange, and he felt his own desperation too, one that had him driven to cocoon you safely within his arms.

"Are you mad at me...?" you could hardly say it without a few tears welling in your eyes. 

Disappointing him always felt like a punch in the gut...it was nearly unbearable.

Without a word he picked you up, easily doing so with his strong build, the question going unanswered as he moved in silence. 

He headed towards the black-tinted car you'd arrived in, easing you down with a gaze that would have left you weak had you caught sight of it. 

Warmth graced the scarlet orbs even as he shook his head in disapproval, leaving you resting on the back seat. 

"Idiot..." he muttered. 

- He should be.

"I am..." he added lowly as he leaned back on his seat, staring up at the car's roof in frustration.

Since when did hitmen become so soft, they stupidly stood as shields for other members, rendering themselves useless? 

As he sat there in wait, he expected that when Prosciutto came back, he thanked you with something other than a half-assed mutter. 

He watched you through the mirror, his gaze softening as he continued to watch your face form subtle expressions in your sleep, most of witch were short grimaces. 

"Idiot..." he said again, his eyes closing while he waited, occasionally checking on you.

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Aaand it's me part 2 ahaha

Okayokay so maybe an nsfw for la squadra where the reader just keeps teasing them all day, and so when they get home y'know, a classic ajsjsj (and I would love if reader and the la squadra members are already in an eatabilished relationship by the way) thank you so so much :)

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Teasing Them (La Squadra x Fem!Reader)NSFW!

warnings: nsfw and sexual content below the cut!

☆ Risotto ☆

You had been getting on his last nerve all day. Even despite his calm and collected demeanor, you could tell he was starting to get annoyed

All day while the two of you had been out running errands, you had been teasing him. You had been doing everything you could to get him worked up, rubbing circles in his thigh, bending down to pick things up in front of him, and making suggestive comments

He's not stupid, he knew exactly what you were trying to do. Right now he may be acting nonchalant, but he had your whole punishment planned out for when you got home

As soon as you walked in the door of the base and shut it behind you, he grabbed your throat and slammed you against the door

"You've been teasing me all day, puttana. Don't think I didn't notice. I'm gonna give you exactly what you've been begging for all day. On your knees, now." He growled, making the heat pool between your legs

He fucks your face hard, with the force of all the pent up aggression that had been building up all day

He loves to see your tears rolling down your cheeks and hear you gagging on his cock. To him, it's the perfect punishment for teasing him all day

☆ Prosciutto ☆

You were driving him insane. All he wanted was for you to be patient while he tried to get some work done, and you couldn't even do that.

He had been sitting at his desk in his office, trying to work on some paperwork for Risotto, until you decided to come in and interrupt

Normally he didn't mind if you sat in the room quietly while he worked. He actually enjoyed the company. But today was different. You had walked in the office wearing some very skimpy lounge shorts, trying to distract him

You had been leaning all over his desk and giving him those puppy-dog eyes, and although he usually found the sight adorable, right now it was getting on his nerves. He had very important work to do!

"Tesoro, what have I told you about bothering me while I'm working?" he says gently, yet sternly.

"Babyyyyy, can't you just take a break real quick?" You whine, making him even more irritated

"On your knees. Now." He growls, pointing underneath his desk. You quickly follow his instructions

"Damn slut. Can't even wait for me to be done with my work. Now you're gonna stay down there with my cock in your mouth until I'm finished." He spat while he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already hard cock

He warns you not to touch yourself while you suck him off either, or else you're really gonna get punished

He keeps you down there for at least an hour before he's done

He's a man of his word, and you learn that pretty quickly

☆ Formaggio ☆

The two of you were on a mission together, hunting down a stand user from a rival gang

Since you had been spying on this person, it was critical that you stay quiet and not be seen

You knew the mission was serious, but your boyfriend just looked so good today. I mean he always looked good, but today there was just something different

You couldn't help yourself from touching him any chance you got. Grabbing onto his arm, climbing into his lap, and running your hands all over his chest

"Babe, what's gotten into you today?" He asked when you gave a particularly intimate kiss to his neck

Normally he would love you acting like this, but right now just wasn't the time. You two were on important business, it was no time to be messing around. Not to mention, the two of you had already been warned by Risotto about being too distracted when you went on missions together.

"y/n, baby, I love you but this is gonna have to wait till later. We could seriously get killed if we're not careful here." He said sternly.

You knew he was right but you still couldn't help yourself, continuing your comments and touches

You could tell he was getting irritated

"Babe, I told you to wait. This is important," He said, grabbing your wrist tightly.

He was getting so annoyed because you were really turning him on. He wanted to finish the mission successfully and make it back with a good report to his capo, and you were making it so hard for him

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and snapped

His grip on your wrist tightened, and he dragged you into an alleyway

"You wanna act like a slut? Then you'll get treated like one." He picks you up and slams your back against the brick wall

He moves your panties to the side, and fucks you hard, taking out all of the day's frustrations out on you.

"I better not hear a single peep out of you." He growls, slapping his hand over your mouth to silence your pitiful moans and whimpers while he fucks you

☆ Ghiaccio ☆

He hated when you got all needy like this

Well, he secretly liked it, but it got on his nerves when you acted like this around the other la squadra members

You had all been in the main lounge-area of the base, watching a movie together

You were, of course, sitting with your boyfriend, Ghiaccio. The two of you had one of the small couches to yourself, and were cuddled up under a blanket as you watched the movie

However, you weren't really interested in the movie. You were much more interested in your blue-haired boyfriend sitting next to you

He was watching the movie intently, clearly interested in the plot

You decided it might be fun to tease him a little bit

You started to rub on his thigh with your hand under the blanket, moving teasingly close to his dick

He turned to you and angrily whispered "What the fuck are you doing, troia?"

You played dumb, cocking your head sideways and saying "Hm? What do you mean?"

This pissed him off worse. "You know what you're doing. Quit." He spat

You could feel his dick already getting hard in his pants, which fired you up even more

His face was turning bright red, and his brow was furrowed in frustration

"I'm going to my room, your ass better meet me in there in less than 5 minutes." He growled, excusing himself from the others and going to his room

You waited a few minutes to follow him, not wanting to raise suspicion from the others

Once you get inside the room, he slams the door shut, pressing you against the doorframe

He grabs you by the wrist and throws you down on his bed

"You wanna act like a slut? Fine. You're gonna get used like one." He hissed. He grabs your pants and rips them right off of you, along with your underwear

Normally he would take time to prepare you, but right now all he can focus on is punishing you. How dare you try to embarrass him in front of the others like that???

He shoves his cock in you forcefully, completely using you to take out his frustrations, yelling insults in your face as he fucks you

☆ Illuso ☆

You had been clinging onto him all day, and he normally found it kind of cute, but today it was driving him nuts

He was already aggravated by a mission from the day before that went horribly. He had let his target get away, and failed to kill them like Risotto had ordered. He was furious at himself for making such a major mistake.

You had been trying your hardest to cheer him up, clinging to his side and giving him words of encouragement

Unbeknownst to you, however, this was only making his frustrations grow. He hated how you were all over him, trying to comfort him like he was a child.

He's definitely the type to want alone time when he's angry. He has to take time to sulk by himself in the mirror world and process his emotions.

So when you just won't leave him alone, it makes him angry. He feels like you're feeling pity towards him, and that's the last thing he wants

"Illuso, baby, why don't I make you some tea? You've had a rough day and--" You were cut off mid-sentence by him standing up abruptly and grabbing you by the wrist

"Y/n, I appreciate you trying to make me feel better. But please stop treating me like a child. I'm perfectly capable of handing this myself." He growled, making you tremble in fear

"I'm sorry, Illuso," you whimper, "I just wanna make you feel good after yesterday..."

"If you really wanna make me feel better," He says, "Then get on your knees and get to work." He has the most shit-eating, cocky smirk on his face while he says it

Fucks your face with the force of all of his built up anger

Cusses under his breath while he uses your throat, hands in your hair

Loves to see your tears and drool running down your face

It really does help him blow off some steam. Maybe he should use you like this more often!

☆ Melone ☆

Honestly, it takes a lot for you to make Melone angry or upset with you. He worships the very ground you walk on, and thinks you can do no wrong

However this particular night, you were making him insanely jealous, and in turn, angry as hell

Risotto had decided to have a little party at the base for team bonding, and to celebrate another successful mission

You had been having fun, having a few a lot of drinks and talking with your teammates

This isn't how Melone saw it though, as he sat on the couch and watched you. He saw it as you flirting with them, and them trying to get in your pants. He knows how men can be, and his teammates are no exception.

He couldn't stand it. The way you were leaning into them as you talked, smiling innocently and laughing at their stupid jokes. What the hell was so funny? Why were you having such a good time with them? (Granted, he also had a bit too much to drink, which was making him angrier and much more possessive than usual)

He got up off the leather couch, making his way over to you. He grabbed you by your wrist without a word, guiding you towards the bathroom.

He turned to his confused teammates before saying "Please excuse us for just a moment." In a snarky tone

"Melone? What's gotten into yo-" The bathroom door had barely shut behind the two of you and his lips were already slammed into yours

"Shut up. I see how you laugh with them. They all just want to get in your pants, can't you see that? They don't love you like I do," He snarled, making his way down to your neck and biting down hard

You yelped in surprise at the feeling. "What are you doing??"

"Im leaving my mark on you. I want them to know who you belong to," He growled, continuing to attack your neck

You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it extremely hot when he was jealous and angry like this

He slides your skirt down your legs, thrusting his hand down into your panties. He rubbed slow circles around your clit, making you moan in pleasure. You quickly tried to silence yourself to prevent the others from hearing

"Let it out, dolcezza. Let them know you're all mine. I want them to know exacltly what I'm doing to you in here."

He took his hand out and pulled your panties down around your ankles. He took out his hard cock and lined it up with your entrance, slamming into you, making you howl in pleasure as he fucks you senseless against the bathroom door

You know that all your teammates can hear everything, but in this moment, you can't even be bothered to care

[sohin-ace]

La Squadra - Periods

Risotto had called the entire team for a meeting and you all sat down at the large table, paying careful attention to what your superior had to say.

It wasn't an unusual occurence. You regularly had meetings like these to discuss future projects, missions and recent updates, but today was particular.

Being the only female in a group of rather unique and atypical assassins was already hard as it was, but now, on that very special day, you could pepper in a little inconvenience that was not so little at all and that would surely spice things up just the way you hated.

That's right. Periods.

You had been with the team long enough to know how to conceal your menstruality and your overall feminity. The less they saw you as a woman, the better you felt and the more seriously they'll take you.

Oh but of course it wasn't that easy. If only it was. Some of the men were fine and courteous, but others just loved to show you how much their brains were located in their pants rather than their heads.

Even pulling out a 'strong warrior' persona didn't seem to faze the likes of Formaggio or Melone, to name only a couple. If anything, you acting difficult only riled them up even more.

You eventually gave up even trying and focused on your own work, not caring about how you appeared in their eyes or their comments. Thankfully your leader was more down to earth than everyone else.

Today was the first day of this months' periods and God forbids, it was just the worst you've experienced in a good minute.

You usually managed to get away with little pain or just sucked it up and went on your day knowing full well it would be better the next day.

But damn, today was NOT a good day for your uterus for some obscure reason.

'What the hell is going on...?' You thought all day, cursing your own insides for being especially harsh on you.

It was exactly the kind of horror pains that could put you in a vegetative state. The kind where you could barely even walk or stand, or even pick an object up from the ground. The ones you'd assimilate the most to what a woman about to give birth must feel like.

You held your stomach as everyone took a seat and you tried your best to show a neutral face. Good thing Ghiaccio was just loud enough to drown your light grunts and pained breaths as you sat down.

Gross. You felt so dilated you had to squirm to sit down without feeling too sensitive. It was that bad. Unfortunately for you, a little somebody noticed.

"Are you okay Y/N? You don't look very good..." Pesci had softly inquired, but it only brought unwanted attention towards you.

"A-ah, I'm fine Pesci, don't worry." You forced a smile at the boy. Good thing it was only him. "Just a tiny bit sore." You assured the rookie but the nosiest men of the group made sure to note that little piece of information for later.

"Okay team. We have a lot to go through today so be very attentive. I won't repeat myself so stop me whenever." Risotto ordered in his growly voice and everyone nodded.

You tried your best to listen to everything as the meeting went on. It would usually be over quicker than it seemed, but of course, today, time seemed to have slowed down at just the right pace to make your agony last as long as possible.

You were always very attentive to your Capo's briefings and never dozed off but the dizzying pain you felt was kicking you just the way to make you want to die on the spot.

You couldn't help the shallow breathing that you forced through your nose, scared that you'd start panting if you dared part your lips.

You gulped. Why was the room so hot suddenly? Were you really getting a fever from the pain? God, it hurt so bad. Why did you have to be assigned to such a sausage fest of a team of all Passione?

It was at exactly those moments that girls usually showed the best display of solidarity, even when they were strangers or enemies. They would know what to do, what to say, how to help.

But now you were alone in your suffering, surrounded by degenerate males who couldn't even wash their own dishes or do any useful work around the base, let alone know jack shit about women and periods.

You didn't realize that you were holding your burning head in your hands as you stared down at the sheet Risotto had passed to everyone. You tried to focus on the lines and explicative plan drawn out on the paper, but it was hard, to understate.

You clenched your eyes shut and the moment you started to truly put all you attention to your superior's voice, it was like he was muted, as if he had stopped talking.

Before you could wonder why he went silent, or if his silence was just a trick of your own running mind, he started.

"What's wrong Y/N?"

You looked up at him with a dazed but confused look on your face. All nine men were staring at you. In silence.

"Oh my..." Came a distant voice from the mirror.

"Yo... Girl, you look PALE, and I mean... P-A-L-E right now." Formaggio commented and you heard a dramatic gasp next to you.

"You've been breathing heavily. Is everything alright Y/N?" Prosciutto noted with his usual patronizing tone, but he still sounded somewhat concerned, which was unusual of him.

"I-" You stopped, shocked by your own voice. You really sounded meek and breathless.

"HEY! If you're sick, just go! Someone will brief you later but don't bring your virus in here!" Ghiaccio scoffed, already irritated.

"I'm-" You rubbed your eyes and face, hoping to bring some energy back from it. "Please just continue, don't pay attention to me."

"So cute~" Melone cooed next to you and reached out to move some hairs out of your buried warm face. "Lean onto my shoulder if you feel too tired, okay darling~?"

"Y/N, if there's something wrong you have to tell me. We can have a five minutes break if you need." Your leader stated calmly with his cryptic deep voice.

"Oh yeah that'd be nice!" Formaggio cheered and some others agreed.

"Hmm I wouldn't turn down a small break." Sorbet said as Gelato nuzzled closer to him.

And so you all called for a short recess. You struggled to push yourself up and cringed, your hands and legs shaking under you. God, even getting up was an actual workout now.

You tried to ignore some of your teammates calling you and fled but you couldn't just turn away from one particular deep voice.

"Y/N."

"Not now capo I-... I'll go to the bathroom real quick-!"

Your voice was strained, somewhat of what they'd hear from someone who got shot or stabbed multiple times in the abdomen which coincidentally, was exactly how you felt.

What even was the difference? Having been shot and stabbed before during missions, you knew damn well that at least the adrenaline rush numbed the pain long enough for you to be able to push through. But nothing your body did could prepare you for this particular pain even though it was a regular and endless cycle.

"Five minutes, just five minutes...." You chanted to yourself as you hurriedly locked the bathroom door with clumsy fingers.

You silently cursed everything on this Earth as you swallowed your whines. Fuck those guys, fuck your uterus, fuck that stupid pain, fuck the Don. Fuck everything that put you here in this place, in this very moment.

Oh to be assigned male at birth and only ever worrying about how to place your balls in your underwear, and not having to deal with this restless agony, living in such bliss and painless peace.

"Uuughh... Whyyy... It's never usually that bad... Who cursed me...?" You quietly whined and cried on the toilet seat.

You suddenly remembered that one guy, weirdly dressed who kept screaming bloody murder at you once for wearing a 4-leaf clover charm on your neck, telling you you'd be damned for life for wearing such a cursed number.

Before you could internally insult him too, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Y/N, are you there...? We're waiting for you." The soft and worried voice of Pesci called out.

"Y-yeah, I'm coming..." You croaked out and tried to straighten yourself up, finishing your business quickly to join them.

"Yay our princess is back!" Illuso clapped very mockingly as you entered the room. "Took you long enough."

Usually you'd hit him with a strong 'Shut up', but your silence striked him even more than you insulting him in his face.

You sighed a bit too heavily as you painfully took your seat back. Your expression betrayed you as Melone patted you on the back in sympathy before he let his hand drift down lower and lower down your back.

"Melone, come on now..." You groaned, too tired to fight with him and his ceaseless misplaced behaviors now. You don't think you would ever get used to your own team.

"Oohh~ if you keep on speaking with that voice don't expect me to stop." He teased, more than satisfied.

"I'll make this quick." Risotto cleared his throat before getting back to where he stopped.

It was a miracle that you ended up listening to half of what he said and you sure hoped this wouldn't eventually cost your life on the next mission. You were sitting there, curling up unprofessionally in your seat, squirming the pain away, your eyes clouded and occasionally squeezing shut.

Risotto has eventually and finally dismissed everyone and got up to go finish more paperwork in the confines of his office. Illuso and the ice cream couple walked out as well but nobody else moved.

You didn't feel like standing up right away so you put your head in your arms as you kept your wheezes down. Damn, what a time to be alive.

"I'm worried..." Pesci told his blonde big brother figure who only folded his arms and stared at your pathetic form, reaching to grab a cigarette.

"Whatever has gotten into you Y/N, get over it. I've seen you fight way worse than what you're dealing with right now."

"Somebody shut him up before I put my whole fist down his throat..." Your grating growl was muffled but still very distinct to all the males present.

"My, my. Poor baby angel, you must feel so horrible." Melone caressed your hair and spoke with a soft voice.

You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic but you couldn't deny that his tone soothed you nonetheless. Honestly at this point, you would take any remotely gentle treatment to counterbalance the pain.

"Oh I know what'll make her feel better!" Formaggio got up to walk off somewhere, only to quickly come back with his very soft looking cat. "Meow, meow!"

"Tch, that's so stupid, man, you cringey ass!" Ghiaccio spat as he sipped on a coke can. "No way that'll help her. She's probably allergi-"

"Ooh... So cute...!" You tiredly gushed and reached out to pat the very tiny fluff ball that instantly walked across the table, right to your arms.

In these moments of sheer concentrated pain, even the simple purrs of Formaggio's cat seemed like anesthesia.

"Haha, see? She loves her. Suck it Ghiaccio!" Formaggio boasted, rubbing his victory on the skater's face.

"Hmmm I'm jealous. Y/N, touch me like that sometimes, okay?" Melone pouted as his glance shifted to your fingers patting the cat.

Illuso appeared from God knows where and frightened half the men at the table as he gently put down a cup of hot tea in front of you.

You looked up at him questioningly and his red amused gaze scanned your face, a smirk teasing his own.

"What are you staring at, stupid? Have some tea it helps with cramps. You're so miserable I took pity on you. You'll repay me, that ain't free."

Melone gasped dramatically as Pesci looked at Illuso like he just spoke French or something. Prosciutto let out a small 'oohh...' before he got up as well, probably to explain the situation to Risotto and escape the shame of his utter ignorance.

"H-how did you..."

"Hmmm, I know all things carina. You can't hide from me of all people." He whipped his long hair back before rolling his eyes at you. "Drink up, it's not poisoned this time."

You took a moment to process his words, but eventually scoffed, cupping your warm drink in your hands.

"Pfft... You creep. Pervert." You failed to bite your small smile and he definetely caught it. "Monitoring me down to my... There..."

For once you were thankful of his nosy creepiness. He still kept quiet about it and brought you a warm drink. So there was a heart behind all his rattiness.

"Wh- Y/N, baby girl! Why didn't you tell me?! How could you hide this from papa?! You know orgasms help with cramps!" Melone shook your shoulders, clearly offended before Ghiaccio jumped from his seat.

"I litterally fucking have ice powers, I coulda' made that shit gone, SO FAST! You think I'm not reliable or something?! HUH Y/N?!"

At the end of the day, you had a nice team. It only takes a little used to and a lot of time to adapt but it still works out.

"... OH WAIT SHE'S ON HER PERIODS? BWAHAHAHAHAHA! TOO BAD SO FREAKING SAD!!"

"WAAAAAAH-?! W-W-WHAAAT??! HER WHAA-AH?!" Pesci wailed and blushed at the reveal, which his poor mind did not catch up on until now.

"Shut up Formaggio, please for the love of God, shut up..."

Bonus:

"Menstrual cramps...?" Risotto stared up at you from his pile of papers. Prosciutto smoked in front of the window behind the burly man without a care in the world.

"Yeah... Oh man..." You admitted quietly, not without shame. You didn't want to have to explain to your leader and make a scene, but today was just the most inconvenient.

He sighed and closed his monstruous red eyes. "...You know I could have actually helped it out with Metallica...?"

"..."

"..."

"... Oh-... REALLY?!"