#yandere risotto x reader

[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.”

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

These Violent Desires

Pairing: Yandere! Risotto x reader

Description: You never really had much of a love life. Not for lack of trying on your part, thank you, it just never really happened. Of course, like most people you wanted it: a romance so sweet and comforting it swept you off your feet and left you on cloud nine. But between working full time, being chronically online, and not to mention a depressed mess, you didn't see that happening any time soon. Perhaps its good timing, then, that your ASMR channel starts to take off. Just the distraction you needed from your day to day monotony!

Content Warning: Depression, more depression, minor intrusive thoughts, parasocial behavior, use of female titles (queen, girl) and female reader (will come up more in other parts), I wasn't kidding when I said she chronically online, ask to tag, other parts will different/darker warnings

Rating (fic as a whole): NSFW Rating (Part): SFW

Word Count: 3640

Ao3 Link:

Notes: I am SO excited to bring this to you! You guys remember the original these violent desires? I sure do! As much as I love that fic, that little series I realize... I really went in to it with not a clue of what my end goal was. Not a great way to write a story. With it being two years since then, and me reading a FANTASTIC FIC [waiting for approval to tag] that inspired me to reconsider my whole characters and motivations I bring you... this mess (affectionate). I'm actually really excited to bring this back and im gonna start writing the next part as soon as I finish this draft. Also, note: I suspect tumblr isn't gonna respect all the formatting and fun stuff I did so feel free to check it out on Ao3!

Part: One | Two

Sometimes, you really hated your job.

Hated seeing all the cute, happy couples out on a date night. Hated seeing all the happy families and precious little babies. Hated seeing people be so effortlessly happy and carefree. Hated that you had to pretend to be just as enchanted. It made you bleed with jealously, and want to scream and hide in shame.

Although you did feel bad about your burning envy, you hated that it was somewhat malicious; it was just you wanted that same kind of love, someone you were best friends and lovers with-- who you had been together with for years and knew you as much as you knew yourself. Someone you could be yourself with, through thick and thin…

Thinking about it just made you bitter. These things don’t just pop out of nowhere. Relationships had to be worked for; love didn’t just appear. It had to be made, to be cared for and nurtured. So even if you wanted (cried screamed begged) that fairy tale romance to come of sweep you off your feet, it wouldn’t happen. Not unless you find yourself a prince charming awfully soon… And at your current rate well, it wasn’t likely too happen.

You were notoriously bad at dating and getting close to people. Of course, you tried dating apps and meeting new people through your friends but nothing really seemed to click… It didn’t help that you were incredibly dense, as well; with little insight on how dating even worked in the real world you were left just as clueless (and alone) as you came in.

You had a sinking feeling you knew what it was, too; beyond being dense or clueless. You had been struggling against your depression for the better part of your adult life. You got by with plastic smiles and laughs that didn’t really meet your eyes, living life just on the outside looking in. Maybe, people could tell. You always had felt a little different, anyways. Maybe one day you would get better. Maybe one day, you could find something to be happy for. Someone to be happy with.

Today, however, you have a job to do. Rent to make. Jealousy to stew in while you smile and nod and play the perfect little hostess at work. And then you would come home, numb and tired, and not be able to fall asleep. Just to do it again tomorrow.

Work is the same as usual. You’re the only support staff-- no back server to be seen. The servers are too busy with their tables to help you. Seat the table. Water the guests. Grab them bread. It’s all monotonous, said with a sweet smile and voice high and kind. Wait for the guest to leave. Bus the table. Set it back up. And wait for the next guest. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Its one of those moments in-between, where your gaze is lost far off in the hotel and your thoughts are getting darker by the moment. You wonder if anyone would notice if you just left right now. Walked out into the night, took the wrong bus home, and see what happens where ever you end up.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing catches you out of your stupor. You glance at the phone in surprise, looking down at the screen. Private. Not entirely unusual in your line of work, but just interesting enough. With a gentle hand, you grab the receiver and speak.

“Thank you for calling the Mountaintop Bar and Grill, this is _____ speaking. How may I help you?” Talking on the phone was always easy-- no one could see your not as happy as you sound. Strangely, the line is silent a moment, so you repeat. “Hello, is anyone there?” You wait a few moments again, only hearing faint breathing on the other line if anything. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t hear you. Goodbye.” You hang up the receiver, frowning at the phone before looking at the time.

It was so slow tonight, your surprised to find its nearly time to close. You put up the close sign, take back the last tray and make sure the tables are wiped and reset for the next day. You make careful small talk with your coworkers, make sure that they never think to question what lies beneath the surface of you, and check out with your manager.

You walk slow to your bus, taking the time to put on your earbuds to drown out the world around you. You board the bus, scan your card, and take the same seat you do every time you ride. The same as you always do. The same playlist you always listen to plays, but you don’t really hear it as you open your phone and prepare for the bus ride home.

There was one thing that made you smile, though. Explaining it made you feel kind of silly (mostly strange), but you had a youtube channel. It was kind of small, less than 1000 subscribers really, but the community you built really made you happy. The type of content you created was kind of… niche, to put it nicely. You made asmr videos. Stuff like “Your shy girl friend asks you to spend the night during a big storm (she’s so scared! 🥺🥺)” or “Your roommate asks for your help with her homework (but maybe she wants something more 👀)” or even things a little more raunchy like “You accidentally summon an inexperienced succubus!!! (You Are A Dark Mage Looking For A Familiar)”.

Making them was kind of fun, but what you really enjoyed was your fans. Even if you had never shown your face, (some) of the people in your comments were downright simps. You really only lived for the attention at this point. You even got kind of parasocial with it, talking with some fans in your members only discord.

You scroll through the comments, reading them all and responding to a few while you had the time. Most were sweet, telling you how much they liked your voice and content, others talking about how much you made them blush and giggle. You can’t help but notice you have a new commenter, too. From the looks of things they’ve been following you a while, but have only just now left a comment.

@metal_metalica5

Next time, let me take care of you

It almost feels out of place, with the fully black icon next to it. It’s not like you haven’t had people leaving frankly strange and concerning messages in your comments, but this one rides the line. You wonder who could be behind the comment for a moment. Maybe someone just as depressed and lonely as you, seeking comfort they find in your stories and voice. Someone who just wanted to return the favor. You don’t want to consider anything else, really-- you’d like to think the best of this new commenter.

In the end, you like the comment, smiling to yourself. You check your members discord, seeing the server is a little more abuzz than usual. It was relatively small, with only around 60 people, many of which were lurking themselves. You’re not surprised to find its the same name as the comment left on your most recent video. Your mods and a few members have already greeted them, but you make sure to as well.

work work work today at 9:17 pm

Hi @metal_metalica5!! Thanks for joining the server, and commenting on the latest video! It’s nice to have your support <3

You don’t wait for a reply, checking out your ats and whats happening in all the other channels. Interacting with everyone brings a smile to your face, and you find yourself grinning as you thank the bus driver and get off at your stop. Cool darkness greets you as you walk down the street to your apartment. Things seem okay-- its your weekend, and you think you could finish recording the last bit of your next video.

Safely indoors, you set your coat and purse down, and make haste to change out of your uniform into something more comfortable. Once you have on some comfortable clothing, you take a seat at your desk and open your laptop. Discord pops open there as well, but you minimize the window for now, opening your recording app. You had been teasing your followers about a 1000 subscriber special for a while, but the idea still made you nervous.

Your plan was to do a live stream/face reveal. It would mostly be talking and playing games, but people could donate to you and you would read out their message. You were still working out the logistics, but you suspected that you would breach 1000 soon so you had better hurry.

“You haven’t ate any food today.” You jump a little at the voice beside you.

“Glory.” You scold, looking over to your stand, Glory and Gore. “I’m not hungry, and I’m busy. I’ll eat before I go to bed.” You turn back to the screen, reading over your transcript for any typos and bad wording.

“It’s not a good idea to neglect the needs of your body.” You can see a frown reach her perfect, pretty lips. You always thought it was unfair your stand was prettier than you. You also thought it ironic that the literal ghost of you was better at taking care of you than the real, physical you (that often felt like a ghost). “You’re already suffering from a few vitamin deficiencies, which aren’t helping with your depression and anxiety at all.”

“Why are you worse than a doctor.” Truthfully, she was right. You should take better care of yourself. You knew that if she could, Glory would fix these things for you. She was a healing stand, able to fix any injury or disease from a person. But vitamin D deficiencies, your stupid little brain chemicals being imbalanced and giving you the Big Sad? Nope. Out of her hands, unfortunately. Ironic that you would have a healing stand and suffer from one of the things she couldn’t fix.

“I just want to see you better.” You look to her, even if she doesn’t have eyes to really see you also, she frowns. Funny, how she was also much more logical and level headed than you.

“Fine, fine. I’ll find some food.” Her hand stops you as you reach for your phone, a stern look taking over her. “Finnnnne, no doordash.” You sigh and place your phone in your pocket, and stand to go to your kitchen. Seeing you head that way, Glory de-manifests, content in knowing you would try to find something to eat.

“...Need to go grocery shopping.” You sigh as you look through the fridge. You really didn’t mind her looking after you. You were aware just how stands were manifest of a users soul and desire-- you wanted someone to take care of you, since you seemed to be failing to do it all by yourself. But at this particular moment, you didn’t have that: what you did have was cheese, and butter. And… turning around, yes, you still have some bread, not yet moldy. Grilled cheese dinner, queen.

You’re even lucky enough to find a singular can of tomato soup in your barren cupboards. Hell yeah, that’s a whole meal. And one you can make in less than 10 minutes. Look at you, being all self sufficient. Queen of mental health over here, cooking her own meals.

As you butter bread and let the pan warm on the oven (soup uncondensed but not quite in the microwave yet), you read more discord chats, surprised to find you have multiple ats all in the gen chat (and a few in the mod chat as well). Everyone is abuzz, with “several people typing” showing up on the bottom of the screen. Gen is moving too fast so you move to the mod chat to see whats happened.

The Best Mod (Jax) today at 10:22 pm

holy shit work work work get in here

Ya Boiiii (Niko) today at 10:22

work work work ‼️‼️‼️‼️

work work work today at 10:23

why is everyone going crazy lol whats up

Ya Boiiii (Niko) today at 10:24

smh she don’t even know

The Best Mod (Jax) today at 10:24

you’re over 1000 subs 😤

was like 1010 last I checked

Ya Boiiii (Niko) today at 10: 25

just keeps going up ‼️

work work work today at 10:26

wha

am grilling chesee hold up

You put your phone down, placing the bowl of soup in the microwave and setting the timer with beating heart. Over 1000 subs already? You take a deep breath and place the bread, butter down in the hot pan, placing a generous handful of cheese on top and then the next piece of bread. You pick up your phone barely hearing the sizzling of the bread, instead closing discord to open youtube.

Sure enough, your creator widget shows it: 1013 subscribers, at least a hundred or more than when you last took a look at it. The number was indeed still going up, as when you refresh the page it now reads 1015.

“Where are all these people coming from?” Is all you can wonder. You send a quick “holy shit” to your mods, but quickly return to your food when the beeping microwave calls for your attention.

You pull your soup out quickly, and realize your grilled cheese is starting to burn on the first side and flip it over, relived to see you got to it before it got too bad. Little burnt never hurt anyone anyways. Even as you feel renewed energy and excitement moving through you, you make sure your food is all ready, make sure to turn off the stove top, and fast walk back to your desk with your dinner, eyes quickly going to discord again.

You make sure to send a message in the gen chat, telling everyone thank you and that you’ve seen the good news. Reading back on messages, it seems another popular asmr youtuber (a guy, one you actually follow yourself) had brought you up. He was apparently live streaming (right now), and one of his followers had sent a donation, asking about his thoughts on you. And apparently, he loved your content-- was excited to see what you would do once you hit 1000 followers and not so subtly encouraged his (thousands) of followers to check you out.

work work work today at 10:31 pm

holy fucking shit!?!?! fuckging,,, golden experience likes my content ⁉️⁉️

I can die happy now

im disceased

Ya Boiiii (Niko) today at 10:31 pm

nooo don’t die

work work work today at 10:32

joining his stream rn

gonna try to lurk but also I wanna thank him 🥺

The Best Mod (Jax) today at 10:32

im already in lol

I’ll tell everyone you’re here :)

work work work today at 10:33

wait nOOO

You tab out over to youtube to where the stream has finally loaded, to see Mr. Golden Experience ASMR himself smiling.

“Oh, look, it seems our new favorite has joined us. Hello, Gore Gone Wild.” He smiles, sweet and serene at the camera and you feel your heart pound a little.

@Gore_Gone_Wild

omg hiii!! My mod told me you gave me a little shout out, thank you so much :D

You try so hard to be normal. All the sudden, you’re the fan interacting with your fav. Your dinner goes ignored, soup and grilled cheese cooling as you focus your efforts on Golden Experience's stream.

“It was a donation from your mod that brought the topic up.” He laughs soft and sweet. When you look to the top donations of the stream, you can see Niko’s youtube (@onionthepaladin) at on the top of the banner, having donated $100.

@Gore_Gone_Wild

omggg that’s… literally so sweet of him. And you!! I’m also a big fan of yours <3

That’s it, you have to kill Niko. You have to travel across the united states, kill your mod, and make sure he never pulls this shit again. You suddenly feel so embarrassed, so light and free.

“Don’t be too rough with him.” Another sweet smile reaches him. God, he’s literally so pretty and perfect. Like, the opposite of you really. How could someone so put together like anything about you…? Oh yeah, you were hiding behind a screen. That’s why. Super easy to keep up the charade… “Truth be told, I’ve been your fan for a while. I was also excited to see what you would do for 1000 followers.” You smile wide as his chat echos his excitement.

@Gore_Gone_Wild

welll… since its you… I guess I can let you in on my secret :) but only you! Not even my followers know yet so… I’ll dm you :3c

You feel so giddy when you see his eyes widen, see his smile widen a hair.

“Well, I look forward to seeing it.” He chuckles again, and returns to the conversation from before your arrival. His stream is nice noise to eat your now cold dinner to, as your heart hammers a bit when hitting up his dms on twitter. You send him a cute little message, telling him your plans: how you wanted to do your first live stream, reveal your place, and just chill with your followers, playing some games and taking read requests for him. But if he had suggestions, or tips for live streams, you would love to hear them.

You hear a buzz on stream, and watch as Golden Experience picks up his phone. “Looks like miss Gore just dmed me.” He smiles as his eyes scan your text. “I don’t want to seem desperate chat, should I wait to respond?” You watch as chat moves a little faster, some people spamming “simp”, others saying “she’s still here lol”. A few people leave actual advice, to which he reads a few aloud.

“Hmm, you’re right, shouldn’t leave a lady waiting.” He winks at his face cam and you nearly die. You’re gonna have to watch something else, now. Quickly leaving his stream, you take a moment to simply breath at your sub feed, heart pounding fast. You hadn’t been this excited in forever… Guess now it was time to tell your followers for real what what happening.

It’s actually your weekend, you have the next three days off… So with that in mind you go about telling everyone your plans. Your mods (Jax, Nico, and Sammy, whose probably already sleeping), already know, but after Golden Experience, you tell your discord your plans to host the live stream in the next two days.

Then, take a teasing little picture of your setup, with just a little plushie sitting next to your screen. “Excited to see you all this friday :3 Here’s to 1000!” is all the post itself says, but you make a live stream reminder on your page just so everyone knows what happening. You’re so excited you refresh all the pages, seeing at the night owls commenting on your posts with excitement. Now, you aren’t surprised to see a familiar name among them.

First comment on your youtube belongs to you newest member, @metal_metalica5, with another kind of ominous, but not quite out of line comment that simply reads “I know you’re perfect already, bella.” Second comment belongs to Golden Experience himself, commenting from his own account that says “Look forward to seeing you! I’m happy to see you’ve grown so much”.

You tear yourself away from your phone screen, and have to close your computer not to end up just replying to comments on that. You steel yourself to take your dishes to the sink, and actually wash them, too excited by the nights events to even realize that you were. You’re even too excited to review your writing, or record it for that matter, so in the end you end up pacing around in your nerves.

Pacing only wears you down so much, so you decide to lay down with your phone pulled close to your face. Curiosity gets the better of you as you look to the comments again. You click on the profile of @metal_metalica5, curious to see if he has anything on there. He hasn’t posted anything to youtube, nor has he created any playlists for that matter. With the pure black icon, it seems like he doesn’t want anyone to really notice or see him.

You recall he joined your discord as well, and open that up (to tell everyone goodnight, you convince yourself), only to find yourself scrolling through your members to find him offline, with the same blank icon and user name. He has no server profile, no custom status, no banner nor nitro. But… interestingly, it says he joined discord today: member since April 3 rd , 2024, joined April 3 rd , 2024. He must have created discord just to join your server. Perhaps even, he created a youtube account just to comment on your stuff. The idea has you smiling. That someone liked what you created so much, they had to subscribe. Wanted to be closer to you. Were interested in getting to know you beyond what you posted…

Soon, you grow too tired to keep your phone up. Your eyes slowly close, phone cuddled to your chest. Tonight, you sleep tight, content and happy with your online life. When you woke up, it would be the same, gray world as the one you woke to today, but it would be different, better-- because there was something to look forward to. Something, if even for just a little while, to stave off the monotony and sadness and jealousy. For a little while, you could be Gore_Gone_Wild, and everyone will adore you.

Oh, and you'll have to read that DM Golden Experience sent you too! You got so excited you nearly forgot you messaged him.

[mink-place]

Yandere La Squadra Di Esecuzione Headcanons (Risotto & Prosciutto)

AFAB darling

TW: Yandere behaviour, physical abuse, psychological abuse, kidnapp, harassment, inappropiate use of stands...

Risotto Nero

If you catch his attention you're either fucked or blessed. Because this man can be lovely or an absolutely nightmare.

He would start searching information about you and stalking you with the help of Metallica, he won't approach you ever.

He isn't too bond on trying to stablish a relationship with you, like being friends and gain your trust, he prefers to kidnapp you and try to gain your trust after that.

Alright, so when he has kidnapped you, he won't communicate with you, just give you food and water for the first days.

You won't be able to talk to other members of La Squadra mostly because you're locked on a room and no one knows about your existence.

You will spend some days just there, without anu communication, until Risotto thinks you've calm down enough to talk with you.

Will try to talk gently with you and make you feel kinda comfortable, but if you're not for the labor...

“I see how it is.”

He's annoyed, and that's not good, he can punish you by starving you or use Metallica to start pulling tiny objects form your body, you'll feel weak and he won't give any fuck.

Just try to obey him, he has enough with being a hitman, doesn't want to have problems with you.

Now, If you obey, he's happy and you're happy too, because he would trust you and move you from the locked room to his room, which is more comfortable.

“Is not that hard, see?”

Soon you'll become his little perfect partner and he's pleased with that.

Prosciutto

He'll at first would try to charm you with gifts and gentle words. He is a gentleman after all.

If you accept his advances he won't do anything to you, kidnapp you or killing your friends until you're alone so you just have him.

But, he is a possesive yandere, he won't let you do things he thinks you aren't capable or you don't have to.

You would need his permission to go out and he would go with you, you have to be a perfect housewife and let him do anything he wants to you, even if you don't like it.

Also, you would have to marry him.

“You're my wife, don't be stupid and let me do what I want.”

Now, if you didn't accept his advances I think he would start “taking care” of people who are important to you.

Maybe personally or would send someone else to kill them, beat them or just threat them enough to leave you alone, then he would comfort you.

“I'm so sorry about that, would you like to go for a coffee?”

He would be the only one you'll have.

And you won't be able to do anything.

Later on he'll convince you to live together, like, make you feel afraid to be alone, putting you on bad scenarios where if you go out, someone will be following you, if you are at home alone someone will try to break into your house and stuff like that.

Alright, for punishment he goes just for verbal abuse and maybe sometimes smack you, only if you really get on his nerves.

But you'll be so dependant on him that even you wouldn't mind, everything is better than being alone.

So yeah, a manipulative yandere.

If you want the other members, ask! :]

[depravitymoon]

Yandere La Squadra Mother's Day Special Imagine Part 1 (Risotto x Reader and Melone x Reader)

Author's note: For a whole week, I've been sick. Worse, I had a horrible allergic reaction due to a week of seafood. Hence, I didn't have time to write up all of La Squadra. This headcanon pertains to Yandere Risotto and Yandere Melone making you a mother and how that plays out!

Warning: Pregnancy, mention of kidnapping, mention of somnophilia, mention of drugging, mention of non-con, baby trapping, implied everyone lives AU.

Risotto

How it happened:

The Capo doesn't use condoms. He regularly ensures you're on The Pill. Everything was going well until you got an infection and had to be heavily medicated. You recovered but at a cost. The medication nullified your birth control. It was too late by the time Melone warned you and Risotto of the side effects. You had morning sickness, and your test came back positive. Risotto was calm about it, planned on getting you a doctor's appointment to make this all go away….. until you insisted on keeping it. He didn't show it, but the panic was seeping in. Supporting you as a prisoner of love was already a hassle! How the fuck was he going to be a father?!

In a sappy cliche scene, the rest of La Squadra vowed to help Risotto with the baby.

Pesci can help with the baby crying at night.

Ghiaccio can help homeschool when the child's older.

Formaggio's going to be the fun uncle!

Prosciutto's The Godfather (no pun intended)! Being a third parent to the baby.

Illuso doesn't want to do shit but knows he'll be forced to.

Melone's just thinking about creating some friends for the bambino!

They all vowed to put their lives on the line to keep the baby safe.

Risotto still thought fatherhood was a bad idea. Then the Capo saw how happy you were about being pregnant, gently caressing your tummy, looking so protective of the little life inside of you.

How he handles pregnancy:

He has no clue what he's doing. Excellent hitman and an incredible tactician, but he can't understand your mood swings or why you're eating chocolate-covered pickles with ketchup. Risotto heavily relies on La Squadra to help him out with you and research what you're going through.

How he changes:

He used to be sadistic when it came to you and would use your body whenever he wanted. Now, he's gentle and far more protective of you, even asking for consent before touching you. He's very remorseful for how he's treated you and wants to learn to be a better lover and a good father. If it's a boy, he wants the baby named after his cousin.

Melone

How it happened:

Melone wasn't kidding when he vowed to get Risotto's baby some friends! He just needed to find the right woman to birth them. That's when his eyes fell on you, and it was love at first sight. He stalked, researched, and analyzed you for months and realized you're perfect. "You'll make a wonderful mother, " he'd sigh.

He was strategic about gaining your trust, accessing your medical records, and knowing your menstrual cycle. He'd cook you food that you only DREAM of getting at 5-star restaurants …. and lace it with sleeping pills.

When your pregnancy came back positive, Melone explained he'd make love to you in your sleep. The look on your face was priceless! You cried and broke down, but Melone knew he had won. He knew you'd love your child, even if Melone forced you to have it. He knew you'd force yourself to tolerate him for the child's sake. After all, he has the money you need for a decent upbringing.

The good news is that Melone set you up to live in your own house with the baby! Why doesn't he want to live with you? What if you're going to cohabitate? He's gonna remind you that he's a hitman, and it'd be better if he just spent his free time there instead of being a permanent resident.

How he handles pregnancy:

Constantly rubbing your belly each time it grows (and you better let him). He's even more affectionate, feeling the baby kick. He monitors your progress and writes notes down in his pregnancy journal for you. Very educated on pregnancy, helps you with your appointments, helps you keep a good diet, even if you're reluctant to trust his cooking again.

How he changes:

Not much. He'll change more after the birth, but he acts the same during the pregnancy. However, in preparation, he did beg Bruno to help him out. They have put the past behind them. Both of them passionate about children (and having a breeding kink). One thing that does change is that he's very jovial during these 9 months. It's rare to not see him smile. He smiles the most around you. Despite his selfish actions, he is sincerely excited to raise a family with you.

[privitivium]

Yandere risotto? YANDERE RISOTTO.

Definitely the type to stalk you when you tell him not to lol (ESPECIALLY when he use his invisibility)

Overprotective in a way? Idk

I just need yandere risotto content tbh lol.

,,ye,,, yes,,,, yandere risotto nero,,, teehee. i agree. overprotective nero is so real bro ufhghhgh sry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by...

yandere subbot risotto nero rambles!!

amab reader, cw;; stalking. masochist nero - mild nipple play, mild exhibition, nsfw in general. creep nero.

risotto being overprotective all nonchalantly bro,,, so cute. you hanging around him, but not one to make eye contact for too long... you didnt really wanna tell him he's just too much of an edgelord with his piercing crimson eyes that he technically had no control of the color - making sure to compliment him instead of saying something that might make him upset - and those carelessly muttered compliments send the hulking edgy mass of muscle into a fucking tizzy. gotta keep up his cool and enigmatic nature though, so he cant be all squirming around out of giddiness... he has an equanimous nature to uphold...

getting all weird when you get ready to leave the base as usual, having nothing else to do - it was randomly that you would suddenly leave... he was always so curious on where you were going, you know??? he cant help that he follows you - even if you explicitly tell him not to... just to find you owning some sort of condo, slinking in from behind after you leave a gap between you and the door - managing to survey the surroundings. what was this place? someone else obviously lived here. family?.. bringing it up when you get back to base...

ㅡcomplaining to him, a little careless that he admits indirectly to stalking you, "it's just stuffy in here with this sausagefest, man... sometimes i need space." you shrugged, huffing in mild annoyance that he had followed you to the shared apartment you owned with some stranger you had no contact with usually - of course, risotto couldnt resent them more. except he could?!

that other person youre strangely roommates with, soaking in your presence and scent that you leave behind on the furniture?! how dare they and you. he's so polite to you, a gentle hulking beast of a man, treating you as his lovely subordinates yet reprimanding you when needed. it may not seem like it, but there's a drastic difference between how he treats the others and you. notably... mildly gentle. can't that be enough? i mean... he's fine with it... he just has to find a way to make you like being around the base and the others instead of leaving him. but - then again, he has no problem following you;; his darling subordinate.

bro he'd be a fucking weirdo straight up,,, like. bro rooting through your clothes just to find material to jerk off with. he'd keep the articles of clothing, not one to give them back after making a mess of them - but the thought of you wearing your underwear he dirtied with his cum makes him all giddy and rock hard he releases a huge load onto your underwear.

imsgine ur getting out of the shower and not catching the way the light hits off a certain invisible character in the corner of the bathroom, him watching so intently as you dry your body off, admiring the way the water droplets cascade down your flesh,,, taking the time to leer and ever so slightly thumb over his bulge in his striped skin-tight pants that were invisible to the eye. fucking whore.

bro,, he would beg,,, pls. yeah he's supposed to be this hardened bad ass who's all edgy and cool but can't you indulge your boss for one second and make him moan like a girl.......... yandere risotto would. be the type to manipulate you lowkey. you immediately seeing the signs and shutting that shit down rq !!

"punishing" him by having him in yr lap in his chair and tugging at his dick fluidly - trying your best to make him moan aloud as you tweak his perky ass nipple with your free hand - the others fucking around outside of his "office", quietly asking risotto if he's the kind of whore who wants others to hear his disgusting whimpers. having an intense makeout session and having to make half-lidded eyecontact just to stare into those eyes you once dubbed creepy. it makes him all warm and fuzzy like a tween schoolgirl with her crush that you want to stare into his glazed crimson orbs. mocking him by calling him boss while fucking him over his desk or in his room and abusing his poor prostate while simultaneously rubbing on his thick cock - risotto...... enjoying overstimulation..... but also,,,, plugging his dick up and him actually begigng to cum on yr cock bro jeez louise

Something an edgy cool badass like him shouldnt feel - like a tween schoolgirl, he tells himself......... yet, risotto taking advantage of your affection and asking you nonchalantly to jerk off with his underwear so he can wear it... is this some kind of embarrassment thing? and does he even wear underwear. yan risotto constantly checking in on you, being a little obnoxious... but he tries to cool it, not wanting you to run off somewhere. i mean, he'd follow you without complaint, but it was still a bit tedious. he has to settle for being invisible in the same room as you as you want "alone time" and watching you jerk off into a fucking toy that he so desperately wishes was his hole - jerking off and leaving the mess on your floor for you to see just so you can "punish" him LOL.

also i love the thought,,, of fucking him while watching horror movies,,,, risotto on his back on his bed, tummy covered in his own cum and sweat, cock limp against his body. head hanging off the edge of the bed and flushed, teary face observing the television that displayed some movie that relied on jumpscares and shock value;; making him cum over and over while balls deep - abusing that magic, mystical little button along the inner walls of his taint and him relishing in the sting of his hole being stretched... he'd generally love being stuffed bro,,, wanting to cockwarm you whenever he can and whenever you allow him to. ekekfjrjgnnv

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Just a thought I had with JJBA but here it is

Yandere Little Red Riding Hood JJBA AU

Bruno is the Hunter, Risotto or Diavolo who is the Big Bad Werewolf and Reader is little Red Riding Hood who’s off to take care of her sweet boyfriend Doppio, who came down with a fever? (It’s not a cold, he’s in heat)

I really, really love your JJBA Fantasy AUs (I always read them when I get that wonderful JJBA itch that needs to be scratched)

Aww thank you I'm so glad you love the aus.

But you tried making me choose who was gonna be the big bad wolf. And guess what?

I chose both.

I don't really know how to end this, maybe three separate endings? Rn I wanna see what you think (anon if you want a say send me a msg or another ask)

Out too late (yandere Doppio/Diavolo, Risotto and Bruno X female reader)

Warning: attempted noncon

You looked up at the evening sky to see the clouds that had drenched the earth in rain fade. You had waited all day for the rain to stop so you could make your way deep into the woods to your beloved Doppio's home.

He'd sent you a letter the other day. Writing about how he was ill and that it was not best you come til he was well again.

Yes, better judgment would agree but you could only imagine how horrible he felt stuck alone in that cottage by himself. So you had spent the morning preparing him food. Even if he refused to have you over that way you'd know he would have the food to help him recover.

So you put on your hood, grabbed the basket of food, and headed out the door. You didn't worry about the dimming sky as you knew the trail and the full moon would light your way home if you were out too late.

You followed the dirt path into the woods as you had many times before, however, you stopped as you noticed a beautiful patch of flowers just a little off the path. Surely Doppio would appreciate them you thought as you stepped into the tall grass and made your way to them.

You began to pick them until the snap of a twig caught your attention. You turned your head to see Bruno, the local hunter. You knew him fairly well but that wasn't hard in a village like the one you lived in.

“(Y/n) What brings you out in the woods this late?” He asked you with concern in his voice.

“I'm off to deliver some food to Doppio, he's been unwell for the past few days” you explained.

“Then you should make haste, the full moon brings the worst of creatures out at night” he warned.

“I'll be fine” you assured him as you stood back up and made your way back to the path.

“Wait!” He yelled as he ran towards you.

“What?” You asked.

“Here, take this. If anything happens don't hesitate to use it” he said as he pulled out a small hunting dagger.

“And stay on the path, I just laid the rabbit traps” he warned.

“Thank you but I doubt I'll need it,” you told him.

“Just take it, if anything were to happen to you I'd only have myself to blame,” he told you as he put the dagger in your hand.

“Alright,” you sighed.

“Thank you” he thanked you before you both left your separate ways

At this point, the orange sky was apparent even in the thick forest.

You put the dagger and flowers in the basket. And made a sprint down the path. It was getting darker a lot quicker than you anticipated.

You ran deeper and deeper into the forest. So caught up in the hurry you hadn't noticed the person in front of you until you crashed into them. The impact caused you to fall to the ground while they remained unfazed.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” you apologized to them as you looked into the back to make sure everything inside was fine. Then you looked up to who you'd bumped into and your heart nearly gave out.

He was tall and broad with white hair and eyes you'd never seen before, red irises, and black sclera staring intensely at you.

“You answer my questions and I'll let you go” he coldly demanded.

“I doubt I know anything about whatever it is you're after,” you told him.

“I know you know something, I can smell it” he snarled. You crawled back but he only moved closer til your back was against a tree.

“Where's your partner?” He asked with grit teeth.

“Why do you want to know?” You retorted.

“He's caused me nothing but trouble lately, always getting in the way of my hunts. I haven't been able to see him but I know his scent and you're covered in it” he explained as he leaned down a little, pretty much caging you between him and the tree.

“You've got the wrong person, my partner doesn't hunt. He wouldn't hurt a fly” you tried to reason with him.

“You clearly don't know him well enough if you believe that” he snarkily replied.

He had a look in his eye that you didn't like. Like a wolf eyeing down its prey before the final blow.

“Actually… what would he do if something were to happen to you?” He continued.

This situation was getting worse by the second. You had to get away from him.

“I don't know anything, I'll give you money just please let me go” you plead as you reach into the basket for the knife Bruno had given you. You felt so stupid for insisting you'd be alright.

“I don't need money, perhaps you'd-” he was quickly cut off as you plunged the knife into his thigh. He didn't react. Instead, he pulled the knife out, wiped his blood off it on his pants, and put it back in your hand.

“Go home now, if you're still here at night you'll get killed,” he told you as he stepped away.

You quickly stood up and darted towards Doppio's house as it was probably too late to get to yours in time. Whoever that man was he was clearly not to be messed with but you wondered about his whole smell deal. There was no possible way he could have that strong of a sense of smell. Was he just lying to get the answer he wanted out of you?

You looked back to see if he'd followed you but it seems he hadn't. So you continued your way towards Doppio's house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door but didn't get a response. You turned the door handle and it wasn't locked so you let yourself inside and put the basket on the dining table before heading towards his room.

“Doppio, it's me (Y/n). I know you told me not to come but I thought I'd at least bring you something to eat.

“(Y/n), you came?” A voice deep and strained spoke.

“Doppio you're voice, it sounds so hoarse” you commented.

“Yes I know… my throat is so raw… and swollen” he replied. You could hear his labored breathing as he spoke.

“And you sound out of breath, have you been resting?” You remarked.

“Yes I have been resting… but it feels like there's an anvil on my chest” he replied.

“That's horrible, I'm glad I came with food. You're probably struggling to do anything right now” you told him.

“Do you want me to bring you the soup I made? You've probably got two servings in the jar I brought” you asked.

“Yes… but first I want to see you” he said.

Feeling bad for him, you opened his bedroom door. You walked and couldn't see anything.

“Doppio it's so dark in here,” you remarked as you tried to make your way to his bedside in the darkness.

“My eyes have been hurting… so I closed the curtains” he explained.

“I'll open them now if you don't mind?” You said but then you were pushed onto the bed. Forced to lay on your stomach as a large hand? (It didn't feel exactly like one) pushed you down. This wasn't Doppio.

“Hey, what's the meaning of this? Let me go!” You screamed.

“aww so you're what Doppio's been trying to hide from me?” the same voice you'd assumed was Doppio's said.

“Who are you and what did you do to Doppio?” You demanded an answer from them.

“You don't have to worry your pretty head about Doppio, he's fine” they responded.

“And my name is Diavolo” he continued. You could feel their saliva dripping onto the back of your neck.

You attempted to thrash out of his grip before he pushed you further into the mattress. His free hand grabbed your wrist. It wasn't a hand, or a human at least it had padding and fur like an animal's.

“Let me go” you begged.

“Unfortunately I can't let that happen… you so happened to come right during mating season for us werewolves” he explained.

“You're lucky that the other one didn't take advantage of you earlier,” he commented.

Werewolves! You had scoffed at such a claim but it was undeniable now. You trashed again this time managing to escape. You bolted straight to the door. You turned back to see the brownish-pink werewolf chasing behind.

You opened the door threading to tear it off the hinges. Your blood went cold as you saw another werewolf at the door. Its fur is a snowy white. You noticed the wound in its thigh. Dear God, it was the man from earlier. You screamed and tried to find another exit but there wasn't.

You were trapped here with two werewolves right in the middle of their mating season. You were quickly snatched by Diavolo and held close. You cringed at the feeling of his erection pressed up your back but were too scared to even move.

“I'm ending this now, you've alluded me for far too long” the white werewolf spoke with a hiss.

“You really think you can beat me, you're lucky that you haven't died yet” Diavolo responded before he noticed the wound on his thigh.

“Aww did my little mate do that to you?” He mocked as he held the side of your head, his palm was as big as your head.

“Let go of me, I'm not your mate” you whined as you struggled. The white werewolf snarled in response as he charged forward.

You screamed once more as Diavolo dropped you and attacked. The two dug their claws and teeth into each other as they wrestled.

You watched them carefully. Waiting for a chance you could safely run to the door. They rolled into the kitchen, breaking the table in the process. You took your chance and sprinted towards the door only for one of them to grab your ankle, claws digging into you painfully. You fell to the ground, feeling the shock of the impact in your arms that had tried to break the fall. You screamed out in pain before turning back.

“Where do you think you're going?” The white werewolf growled as he dragged you closer. You realized that Diavolo had stopped attacking him.

“Let go of me!” You yelled as you tried to get him to let go.

Diavolo grabbed your arm and they pulled you back inside. Clearly you were a bigger priority than their feud.

“Please let me go” you pleaded. You were shaking at the thought of what they would do to you.

Then you were deafened by a gunshot, then a second as the werewolves fell back. You stood under and tried to leave only to bump into someone. You looked up to see Bruno who quickly wrapped his arm around you and yelled something. You couldn't hear him through the ringing in your ear.

He then took your hand and you ran with him. When the ring stopped you spoke.

“I'm sorry for disregarding your warning,” you told him.

“I don't think either of us were expecting to encounter werewolves” he replied.

“What were you even doing out this late?” You asked.

“I was checking the rabbit traps, then I heard screaming and that's how I found you” he explained.

You two ran until you arrived back at his home. He quickly sat you down before grabbing some alcohol and a cloth to clean the wound left on your leg.

“Again I have to thank you for saving me, if you hadn't killed them who knows what they would have done to me,” you said.

“I didn't kill them, only incapacitated them. The only way to kill them is to use silver” he explained as he began to dab the wet cloth on your wound, causing you to his in pain

“How did you even manage to live for as long as you did? They could have torn you apart in seconds” he asked. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered what Diavolo said.

“One of them… they mentioned this was werewolf mating season” his head shot up with a look of horror on his face.

“Oh no… “ he stood up, leaving the cloth hanging on your leg as he made his way to his bookshelf. He grabbed out a book and started flicking through it.

“There has to be something in here” he muttered as kept reading through.

“What are you looking for?” You asked nervously.

“A way to get rid of their scent, we may not be able to smell it but they can and they'll hunt you down” he explained.

“How do you know so much about werewolves, and why do you have books on them?” You asked.

“I like researching myths and folklore in my spare time. However, we've seen now that werewolves are no myth” he replied.

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Risotto Nero with a F Reader who has low iron HCs. Commissioned piece.

Risotto Nero utilizes every method at his disposal to run frequent surveillance on you. He could entrust this task with his La Squadra subordinates, and maybe he would if it was for business, but this is a more personal undertaking. The skills he's sharpened from engaging in assassination throughout the years come in handy. He learns your routine, when you're most likely to be alone, what routes you take, his justification being that he can't properly protect you if he doesn't have this knowledge.

He is extremely methodical — for a time. He isn't the type to enter your home and leave behind evidence of his presence. No window or drawer is left askew. Risotto considers this a form of profiling. Engaging with you one-on-one is too risky, a fact that leaves a void in his being. He exercised better self-restraint than most yanderes would bother to employ. Eventually, though, the gnawing desire to know you won out against any shreds of respect for what little privacy you have left. What does your wardrobe look like? What television channel did you leave off on? How is your cooking? These questions and more oppress him to the point that satisfying his curiosity overwhelms any flimsy moral justification that he's simply 'looking out for you from afar.'

The life he leads is chaotic and wrought with bloodshed. You bring a semblance of normalcy, this sweet consistency that he finds endearing, though he'd never admit it. Once you're finally in his possession, you'll have a difficult time gauging his motivations. He isn't physically or verbally affectionate, the few words he utters are more like commands, and his demeanor as a whole is intimidating. What you will pick up on eventually is his micromanaging of your diet. He's unnervingly silent should you lash out, allowing you to get your frustration out of your system until exhaustion settles in, yet when it comes to your physical health, his boundaries are firm.

How he came to learn of the low iron levels in your body is somewhat bizarre. His Stand, Metallica, boasts the ability to manipulate iron. The writhing bunch made their displeasure known upon you entering his vicinity. Since Stands are manifestations of the user's soul, Risotto's hypervigilant care for your well-being bleeds into his Stand's behavior. They clued Risotto into the issue so that he could see you're taken care of.

Mortally harming the human body is more in his skillset than healing it. He is curious to see if his Stand could potentially boost the iron in your body to the levels necessary. Unfortunately, this falls outside his purview, he decreases iron in his opponent's bloodstream by focusing it and turning it into a weapon. He can't influence the levels themselves. Regardless, his Stand still enjoys lingering near you. They have no shame expressing how smitten they are, unlike their stoic user.

Risotto isn't a captor who demands much from you. About the most he'll ever ask is for you to fill the air with conversation, should uncomfortable silence ever linger. There's a warmth to your voice that sets him at ease. The topic doesn't matter and he probably won't chime in aside from an occasional word or phrase. Everyone has their own way of relaxing after a stressful day at work, this just happens to be his.

While he is sweet on you, he doesn't shy away from letting you feel the weight of various consequences. For instance, since you're more likely to feel fatigued, he expects you to sleep and wake up at a certain time. Should you try staying up later than he permits out of spite, he won't stop you. He intends to never reveal his Stand's full capabilities — such as how he can manipulate iron to reflect light around his person, effectively rendering him invisible. Unbeknownst to you, he'll be in the corner of the bedroom, unimpressed with your disobedience. Some lessons are best learned firsthand. The following day, when exhaustion weighs you down, he'll reproach any attempt from you to seek caffeine or a nap. He takes a "you've made your bed, now lay down on it" sort of approach.

This serves a dual purpose. While it's also a nonviolent method of 'encouraging' your adherence to his wishes, it also paints him in this omnipotent light. How did he know you were awake? You specifically wait until he left the room before indulging your mischievous streak. Does he have night vision cameras installed? How does he know your iron levels without taking blood for bloodwork? Over time, these strange instances build up inside your psyche. You get the sense he isn't exactly like most people yet the full extent of it is lost on you.

As a result, paranoia sets in, heady and thick. You overestimate his capabilities. Should you try this escape attempt, seeing as you're home alone? ... Are you home alone? Your hand will hover over the doorknob, covered in perspiration, internally weighing if the risk is worth it. Meanwhile, this could be an instance where Risotto actually isn't present, yet the threat looms in the air all the same.

Ultimately, he wants a healthy dosage of fear, not a debilitating amount. His rules are rather straightforward and most pertain to your health. He never loses his penchant for observing you while you're unaware, but figures what you don't know can't hurt you. When you are cognizant of his presence, he tries somewhat to come across as less intimidating. He doesn't want you cowering at the sight of him. This leads to mixed results, more often than not. He can reassure you that he isn't going to hurt you all he wants, but his towering height and muscular appearance do little to dissipate your concern.

He might not fall for blatant attempts at manipulation, but should you be sweet on him, you can earn a few privileges. It just takes a lot of mental preparation to go up to this man and try for a hug. The stress almost isn't worth the potential benefits.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

May I please for a scenario or headcanons for poly La Squadra including Sorlato with fem darling who knows about their interest towards her and her saying this:

"I know your interest in me, and I'm willing to return those feelings if you let me continue working in my doll shop and you guys work there. Also, I know your original paychecks sucks, so we all get what we want."

Cool, extra hands to help out? Seems like a good bargain, on the surface, there’s no take backs once you say “yes” and being Yandere they will test their dearests mettle to the limits.

Yandere! La Squadra w/ doll shop owner darling

So whether you repair, sell, make dolls, they’re all ready to help. Which depending on the options could be quite chaotic. There will be times they absolutely make you uncomfortable.

Formaggio probably makes comments of how this is rather a bit girly for him and he’d rather just hang around you, Illuso makes a jab at his statement in which these two have a little back and forth. They don’t really end up fighting but there’s a little intensity you can feel.

He then keeps coming up to you for the smallest of tasks or takes forever on certain bits that should be child’s play. It’s absolutely on purpose and almost impossible to get him off your back.

He also mentions you’re so sweet for paying them. That it’s a good thing that he’s there with the others, otherwise you could get taken advantage of. He’s only allowed to do that, and you can feel the irony of his statement thick in the air.

Sewing/clothing repair is interestingly enough right up Pesci’s alley. He’s worked with fishing line and other thin wires so learning isn’t hard when you teach him. Which you likely praise him for how quickly he’s picked things up.

If you compliment him he gets rather shaky, you swear you see some blush to his cheeks, and Prosciutto scolds him to at least try and keep his composure. His heart flys to the moon if you think his nervousness is cute.

Prosciutto is sort of beaming with pride, but at the same time insists having some time with you himself. There might be a lingering amount of jealousy he had for Pesci’s praise coming from you, but he puts that aside and decides he needs to step up his game.

He gets all professional with you and staring at your stitch work, he’ll immediately help you with any snag/mistake you might’ve made. There’s a point he might even guide your own hands if he sees the need.

He absolutely makes sure you can feel him beside you, and is memorizing every type of fabric you use, the measurements, and accessories. Is he much too close to one side of your ear? That’s a yes. He’ll even tell you it’s absolutely necessary, somehow batting off your concerns as if they’re excuses.

Sorbet and Gelato are an interesting pair that love keeping each other company whenever they can dip out. It feels like they’re unproductive in their work, but by the time you’re closing every little thing you asked them to do is done. It seems they’re rather great at keeping your dolls clean honestly. This does come at a personal cost, if no one else is cornering you Sorbet and Gelato will absolutely be there. Gelato seems to recommend certain dolls be rearranged in a certain way. A couple of them are plucked and the money is all in the register. Sorbet on the other hand seems to be great at seeing which ones have massive value if you received a donation or sale. Telling you them to lock them behind glass, the two of them seem to joke about locking you beind a cute glass display. The way they say it seemingly romantically doesn’t feel like a joke however.

Melone does very well with making sure all of your money is accounted for, somehow he knows all your expenses and other things he probably shouldn’t know about you.

If you’re working in the back and he comes into help with a little dusting or cleaning. He will make pretty suggestive comments about you, and suggests some of the outfits the dolls have would be adorable. If you distract him with something such as horoscopes, he immediately explains every little thing about each sign. How you two positively match and were meant to be. Can end up being rather overwhelming.

He does end up having good suggestions on what people seem to gravitate towards. Which of course he tells you this in great detail.

No matter what job he’s put in he almost always manages to be creepy someway, so you’re likely to have him somewhere out of sight out of mind. He doesn’t consider this a punishment in the slightest, and will certainly take advantage with flirting with you behind the scenes. Having him in front of customers is a big no-no however.

Ghiaccio is another handful of his own, he gets sets off pretty easily so you have to figure out a decent way for him to work on something. He does tend to grab your hand occasionally and gently pull you over to him without warning. (Except around risotto).

He does get very agitated if a customer tries to disrespect you. They may not ever come back if he gets their hands on them.

Insists on having you within his eyesight almost constantly, or at least having you around with whatever task you’re having him do.

You do have to coach him out of his jealousy rages or getting aggravated at another member occasionally. Usually you end up making him some type of tea, he indeed relishes this.

Illuso is likely to be the best at being at the front (aside from yourself or prosciutto). He rather enjoys that you don’t mind him “hogging” the position. It gives him an easy way to be almost constantly in your presence.

He’s thorough on whatever you task him with, he wouldn’t be an assassin if he wasn’t capable after all. He’s so thorough he takes advantage and insists to help you himself. Does his best to make you flustered at any given point in the day.

He definitely stalks you and will chillingly mention a show you liked on tv the night before. Unironically engaging in said show’s contents, all while reveling in your conflicting expressions. He’ll fluster you even more if given the chance, up to the point he’s pulled away to do something else.

Risotto is his another enigma with his obsessiveness, he insists on doing everything during closing hours. Taking inventory/stocking, some of your business side paperwork is done even though you didn’t ask him to. He seems normal on the outside but there’s this aura about him that inwardly sets you off. Like he never wants you to leave his sight.

Any troublesome things occurring outside your business (and your home if it’s not right by) cease. He absolutely follows you home every night and early morning when possible. You’ll never see him however, he makes sure of that. He keeps his team in line when need be, but ironically that means you as well.

He wants you comfortable but he’s not afraid of going right to the edge of insanity to keep you around. He’ll certainly coordinate with other members of the team. He considers your “yes” a contract of approval and will do what he sees fit to keep you around. If that means going to the lengths of threatening others so be it. But he and the others already agreed upon this regardless of how you felt about them.

There are dozens of times he just seems to pop out of nowhere on you. He doesn’t seem to have issue with this in the slightest, if you need your hand held from nearly having a heart attack he’s there to oblige.

Just before he goes out on a mission, he always leaves a favorite food of yours (packaged preferably) on your desk.

If you wonder how he got in without giving him with a key, he likely used Metallica to figure out the shape of the keyhole of your locks.

[heavensgxte]

this is just a short little yandere!risotto blurb i did quick. no smut but mentions of kidnapping

tw-yandere, kidnapping

I feel like Yandere!Risotto Nero would be one of the most sweet and gentle yanderes. Like so sweet and doting he barely has to kidnap you. You would meet him by seeing him out and about. Well, he saw you first of course. After he first saw you, he would circle back day after day for the perfect "meet cute" when someone bumped into you causing you to spill your coffee all over yourself. But, lucky for you Risotto has a handkerchief he can offer you. The handsome stranger infront of you causing your cheeks to feel a rush of blood come to them. Exchanging names with the kind stranger and thanking him.

After that your fate was sealed, and Risotto knew he had to have you. But he didn't want to outright kidnap you no. He wanted- no needed you to want him as well. The silver haired man made sure to follow your route when his schedule permitted. Find out what you liked, disliked. Small talk turned into texting, texting turned into phone calls, until phone calls turned into hanging out at one of his "hideout" apartments. (Which he specifically bought with you in mind, in one of the safest most quiet neighborhoods to keep you safe. <3)

He would win you over to make sure you never want to leave. <3

[apocalypseyoshia]

Soft Touch starved Yandere risotto x male reader Drabble

(As always minors and female and she/her identifying people please do not interact if you do you will be blocked there is explicit content including gore)

I was Reading this this and this than opened up TikTok and saccharine was the first thing I hear and it ticked a part of my brain so here

It all started when you’re hand had accidentally brushed his when you gave him his coffee, you did it with that sweet smile and just like that his heart skipped a beat

He just need you to touch him to hold him close he just need you. He needed you to hold him in those perfect arms of yours to praise him like no tomorrow he wanted you to let his head rest at the crook of you neck as he inhaled your Cologne he wanted to rest his head on your pecks he wanted you to hold in to him and for him to leave scratch marks on your back as you pound into him from behind

He just wanted you

and he would do anything for you. Anything just to see that sweet smile of yours the one that lit up a room.

He started following you around, memorizing your schedule, the things you do and don’t like, like how you loved to pick up random things and how you hated getting yelled at, especially by your half Hazard bastard of a boss. He hated that man he hated that that man tried to yell at you for your “bad life choices” because you where late to work, when he had barley had his shit together.

He hated how others treated you, especially the costumers at the caffe. he wanted to put razors in their food or have Metallica rip them to shreds from the insides out, to have them yelling screaming in pain as razor blades and scissors start pouring out of their mouths and eyes. He imaged that in his head more times than he would like to admit. But never mind that, now that he knew your schedule slowly start appearing more and more within your life.

It started with bumping into each other ‘accidentally’ more and more until you had been fairly well acquainted, after that a small friendship had been made, a friendship that risotto had nurtured slowly but steadily, he needed to keep reminding himself that he needed to take it slow if he wanted to make it into your arms, he tried to keep himself steady and it finally worked out…

Now here he was, as he slowly rode you as held on to his hips to keep him steady you thought this was his first time cute, but in reality he had been preparing for this, stretching himself out, finding the right position, even looking into (beating the information out of than killing) your ex lovers, just for you to be satisfied and it was worth it because after you both had came. he stayed on your cock and you held him close and fell back into the bed

He grabbed the covers and loosely thrown it over the both of you as you two fell asleep cuddling, well you fell asleep, risotto kept his head on your chest and wouldn’t move, he just kept staring at you like he never wanted to let go he wouldn’t let go and he would make sure no one would make him let go.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Yandere! Risotto x reader

Prompt: I had an idea and was horny about it, sorry

Description: Lately, you've been plagued by a stalker. Nothing extreme had happened and you likely wouldn't even know if they didn't drop gifts by your place ever so often. Your pile had been growing and with it, your anxiety; your roommates decide that you need something to distract you from these happenings and take you drinking. However, they promptly become more interested than each other than you. Perhaps you're lucky then, that a handsome stranger wants your attention...

Rating: not sfw

Content Warning: stalking, drinking, female reader, may have use of she/her, virgin reader, uhh cunnilingus, unprotected sex, threatens of kidnapping, ask to tag

Word Count:11828

Notes: boy howdy has this idea been haunting me for months! I've been quite literally plagued by the naughty portions for this because I swear like I man possessed the first 5000 words flew out of me and then radio silence for months when I even consider writing the word dick.

I’m free from the curse that is this fic holy fucking shit i never thought I would write so much when I first thought it up. Hope you guys like it ahahah

“I’m just not too sure about this guys…” You frown softly, tugging gently at you clothing. It wasn’t even anything fancy-- in fact it was a skirt you loved and had worn hundreds of times before. But in this situation it felt revealing, like your legs and chest were there for the world to marvel at.

“I’ve seen you wear that to work--At the bar! You wear that to the bar you work at.” Your friend explains, huffing as he moves past you. “What’s wrong with it at a different bar?”

“Well I mean….” You don’t really have a good excuse, so you falter. “I mean, nothing I guess… I just feel weird going out to a bar to like, to drink and socialize. When I host at work its like… you know, that’s not me. That’s the spirit of customer service taking over my body for 7 hours.” You explain, laughing a little as it leaves your mouth.

“Yeah, okay.” His boyfriend scoffs, pulling their flannel over their shoulders. “You’re overthinking again, ____.” They put a hand on your shoulder and give you a familiar smile. “We want to have fun tonight, relax a little. What with recent events…” Their boyfriend interrupts.

“Hey, we said we wouldn’t bring that up tonight.” He wears a frown, brushing overgrown bangs out of his face as he glares down at his smaller significant other.

“It’s okay.” You smile to try to convince the couple. “I mean, ignoring it won’t make it go away. We all know I have a stalker…” You sigh, shaking your head.

Your latest gift, from last night, sat tucked away in a corner with all the rest of your gifts-- flowers that you adored, candy you enjoyed, manga you had wanted to read. You felt too guilty to throw it away, knowing someone had gone out of their way to get it just for you but at the same time, there was no one in your life (sans the couple in front of you) that would really know all this.

“Yeah but we really didn’t want to remind you tonight.” They sigh, shaking their head. “You’ve never been out like this before, we wanted to make it special.” They smile again, mustache raising with their toothy grin. “So, at least for tonight, we can forget about it.” You smile once again at your roommates, shaking your head at how earnest they sounded.

“I think you two are taking this too seriously, we’re just gonna get some drinks and come back here to play games or whatever.” You remark, grabbing your purse as the three of you pile out of your room and into the entry way.

“Maybe, but still. Try to have fun.” You just stick your tongue out at your taller friend, letting him and his boyfriend lead the way out the door and to the car. Even as you filed in to the beat up car and joked with them, nerves still danced in your stomach.

Was this really a good idea…? You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself or anything. What if you got too drunk and did something embarrassing? What if some creepy dudes tried hitting on you, would you be able to scare them away? Even worse, what if your stalker followed you there? Would you even know it was him? What if he tried something?

“Hello? Hey, you there _____?” Your friend looks back from the passenger seat, worry written in on his features.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorta.” You mumble out. It must have been a good 15 minutes you were stuck in your head-- you could see the place your roommates had told you about just ahead.

“Good, because its time to get your drink on!” You can only shake your head at your friend, their enthusiasm helping cool your nerves a bit.

The three of you step out of the car, all laughs and happiness as you step into the bar. Honestly, its not what you had made it out to be in your head; the place is small but not so much so that things are cramped. Its comforting in here in a way, the pool table and the dart board sitting in the far corner making things seem far less serious that you had hyped the place up to be. The bar top its self is sparsely seated, and the few booths and tables that litter the place are quite empty too. Suffice to say, not many people are trying to get wasted this Tuesday night; just you and your friends, bringing a bit of new life into the place.

As the three of you sit down and order some shots to begin the evening, you finally feel yourself begin to relax. Even if you are the youngest ones here tonight, you don’t feel judged for it. Everyone is minding their business, leaving the three of you to yourselves in the corner to start your evening of fun.

For Risotto, however, this night just got interesting.

Just last night, he had finished his most recent hit and with it, once again left a gift outside your window. Tonight, he had simply planned to relax as he thought through what to do next. You coming here wasn’t something he expected-- this was his usual spot, after all, close enough to your home to not arise suspicion but just far enough that not even his teammates questioned it as he headed this way.

He couldn’t help but stare as you walked in with your roommates, trailing behind them slowly and taking in the sights of the bar before you. He was surprised you didn’t feel his gaze on you, but he was on the other side of the bar. It was obvious you were out of your comfort zone but you did your best not to show it.

You always did put others comforts before your own.

Eventually, the three of you did find a seat, one parallel to him at that, but somehow you still didn’t notice him. It was both a blessing and a curse, being this close to you but still unnoticed. Risotto supposed, he would have reason to stick around longer if you were here.

He couldn’t have anything bad happening to you, after all, and whose to say what will happen now that you were here?

“Okay but like, have you seen the new art for the characters?” You spoke to your friend who sat across from you, drink in one hand and phone in the other, facing him so he might see the art.

“I mean, it’s good but like I don’t get why you like him.” He shrugs. “Like, I know he’s your man and all but ehh.”

“I take you two out and you start talking about gacha games?” Your other friend rolls their eyes.

“I mean, yeah.” You respond. You were feeling much better at this point, slightly buzzed but your friend, the light weight of the group, was feeling it far more.

“Aww, are you sad I’m not paying attention to you babe?” He turns to his boyfriend, making a kissy face.

“I mean, I wasn’t, but I won’t say no now--” You politely turn away as the two move to kiss one another. Very quickly, you realize this is devolving quickly, your drunk friend all too happy to indulge in his significant other.

“I’m uhh, gonna go to the rest room.” You make a hasty exit from you shared table, taking your time as you head towards the general direction of the bathroom. As you head that way, you pass by a lone man at another booth. You catch his gaze you pass (you’ve never seen eyes like his, and it captivates you a moment) before you remember your manners and give him a small smile and nod, moving just a little bit faster to the bathroom.

As you finish, you stare at yourself in the mirror a moment, taking a deep breath before smiling at your reflection. “It’s fine _____, don’t worry. You’re gonna walk out there and he’ll just be blabbering away like he usually does…” But as you toss your paper towel and make your exit, you see your friends have not separated from one another, but have in fact gotten ever closer in the small space of the booth. “Oh, eww.” You say as you lean again the end of the bar. The bartender snorts as he glances over at them.

“Friends of yours?” he remarks.

“Yeah…” You sigh, shaking your head. “So much for hanging out tonight.” You take a look at your phone, noticing the time and how your buzz was quickly dying.

“Here.” The bartender slides a drink your way-- one you had wanted to try but it was just out of your price range.

“Oh, um, I didn’t--” You try to explain.

“Don’t worry about it.” The bartender dismisses you with a wave of his hand. “The guy over there covered it.” He points to the man you had locked eyes with just minutes before. He’s looking at the two of you, an unreadable smile on his face.

“O-oh.” You cradle it with two hands, still watching as he turns to face the proper way, looking away from you. “Do you um… know much about him? Like…” You aren’t sure what you should be asking.

“Not really. He’s here nearly as often as I am though.” He huffs. “Tips nice, but I’ve never seen him do anything like this.”

“I see.” You nod slowly, bringing the drink to your lips and taking a sip of the sweet cocktail. With one last glace towards your preoccupied friends you shake your head. Fuck it, you were supposed to have fun tonight, right? They sure were, and what harm was one conversation with a handsome stranger?

With that in mind, you make your way over to him, steps unsure as you focus on not spilling your drink.

“Um,” As you speak, his red gaze turns to you, and it only causes more foolishness to spill from your lips. “Did you uh, was it you that bought this for me?” you stutter and look away from him as you speak, wanting to throttle yourself for how dumb that sounded.

“I did.” His words are solid and smooth in comparison. His deep voices matches the intensity of his gaze.

“Thank you.” You laugh a little awkwardly, tugging at the length of your skirt. “I really wanted to try this one.” You admit rather awkwardly, laughing. “How did you know?”

“You seem like the sweet type, bella.” The more he speaks the more you’re tempted to listen. His words, his way of speaking, his eyes and smile, they create this fuzzy little ball in your stomach; not dissimilar to the nerves you felt earlier in the evening but for some reason, you want more of this.

“Why don’t you sit down?” You can’t see the desperation in his gaze as he gestures to the seat next to him. All you see is a nice stranger, and how could you say no after he was so kind to buy you this drink?

“Well… only for a little bit.” You gently sit next to him, turned slightly towards him to talk better. The booth is already small, so your knees touch-- though perhaps its because you misjudged just how large this man is. Standing beside him, he seemed average but seated next to him now you realize just how much he dwarfs you.

“Oh, wow.” The words spill out of your mouth before you could think twice to stop them, alcohol weakening your already thin filter. You blush and curse. “Shit, uh sorry.” You glace back to your roommates, still in their own little world and look back to him once before settling in your drink. “You’re just… um, well, big.”

You want to die. Why did you just say that? You take a big swig of your cocktail, the sweetness hiding how much this would probably fuck you up in a bit. “Oh my god I really just said that.” You groan out. You weren’t even trying to flirt with him and you messed up.

“Don’t worry about it, I think it’s cute.” His words have you blushing a whole new shade of red. Just to reinforce your words, he offers you one of his hands to get a look at just how big he is. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you take one of his single large hands into both of yours.

“Wow,” You repeat again, because you can’t find any other words to say and really out of all the ways you saw this going, this was not one of them. “How tall are you?” Risotto can hardly remember the number, the euphoria of you touching him (of your own violation, with all the wonder of a child) clouding his mind.

“About… 6’5”,” He mumbles, gently closing his hand over one of yours. He delights in the color on your cheeks.

“Risotto—Risotto Nero.” He’s near breathless as he looks at you. You don’t seem to notice as you test his name on pretty lips.

“Oh my god.” You gently tug your hand back to you, and though Risotto wanted to hold you longer, he relents. “I haven’t even asked your name.” You look mortified-- it’s adorable.

After this, Risotto knows he won’t be stated. A single taste of you, innocent, darling, sweet you, has him greedy for more.

“Risotto…” You hum. “I’m _____.” You giggle again. Oh sweetheart, if only you knew. With another swig of your drink, you find it empty.

“_____,” The way he says your name has a shiver run though you. It falls off his lips so familiar, you would think he’s said it a million times before.

“So um…” You swirl the cordial cherry in the bottom of your cup, the sheer amount of alcohol you just drank catching up with you. “Why… did you buy me this drink, Risotto?” Brave is not something you’d call yourself but in this moment you are curious-- after all, what’s a mysterious man want with well… normal little you?

“To be honest…” He paused a moment, catching your pretty gaze (though thick lashes) as you look up at him. “I wanted your attention all to myself, tesoro. Ever since I saw you, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you.” Not one bit of that was a lie-- it’s just a shame you didn’t realize Risotto had met you far before this faithful night.

“You’re teasing!” You gasp, hand moving to grasp his knee. The waitress comes by to replace your drinks, though you probably didn’t even notice yours emptied in the first place.

“Teasing?” Risotto contemplates. He’s drunk on an entirely different feeling than the alcohol. “Oh bella, I haven’t even began.” Once again that feeling in your stomach flares. You think your beginning to understand why your roommates were ignoring you…

“S-stop!” Even as you push off him, you’re giggling, taking another drink of the cocktail sitting innocently next to you. “How can you be so… forward?” It’s a real question-- no one has ever been so openly into you. It’s a lot to take in, even if the positive attention is nice… It’s a lot.

“You make it easy.” Rather, knowing most everything about you did… “I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I let you get away from me.”

The dark meaning behind his words doesn’t even phase you as you allow him to pull you closer to him. Never in his wildest dreams did Risotto think you would reciprocate his feelings so easily. Perhaps, there was a reason your friends hadn’t taken you out sooner… He’s loathe to think of any other person sweetening up to you so easily.

“Hey now…” An ounce of self preservation flows throw you for just a moment. Your gaze pulls from his as you glance over to your roommates. Surprisingly, they’re looking at you now-- grinning cheekily and giving you big thumbs up. You quickly turn back to Risotto at that, and he can’t help but laugh.

“Seems I have their blessing as well.” He’s still smiling as you look up at him with a furrowed brow and the cutest pout on your lips.

“Shut up…” You mumble, taking another drink. Your head was getting a little fuzzy but you huff all the same. “They’re just tired of me complaining about being single.” Oh, how hard it was for Risotto to play dumb.

“I’m sure they just want you to have fun.” He reassures you. You don’t bat an eye as he fully slides you next to him; you welcome his weight, laying against his frame and allowing his arm around your waist.

“Yeah well, they should have thought of that before they got so busy with one another.” You huff again, looking again at how close they are to one another. You aren’t even sure why its bothering you now. But how dare they ignore you like that!

You snuggle closer to Risotto, glad for his warmth. He was comforting, in a way. You could almost see yourself getting that close with Risotto… But you decide on something else.

“I should play a trick on them.” You announce.

“Oh?” Is all Risotto says, mostly distracted by your delicate fingers drawing absentminded designs along his upper thigh.

“Yeah. In fact, lets leave now while they’re distracted-- when they realize I’m gone they’ll both be sooo worried!” You giggle, as if you plan is genius. Risotto couldn’t believe his luck. You were pretty much asking to go home with him at this point-- who was he to say no?

“Are… you okay with that?” You looked up at him with that adorable shyness in your voice again, eyes glittering.

“Anything you want.” With that, things happened so quickly-- Risotto payed off his tab and the two of you stood. He was far more sober than you (having stopped drinking the moment you sat with him) and was more than happy to support you out the door and to his car.

It all felt surreal as the two of you walked out together, you giggling and stumbling as you clung to him. Even as he sat you in his passenger seat and carefully buckled you in, it felt surreal.

“Ooo, where are we going?” You asked as he began driving. Risotto knew you to be naive but… surely you knew by now.

“My place.” He answered simply. With that you went quiet a moment, thinking. Were you realizing what you had gotten yourself into? Perhaps…

“I haven’t been to this part of town before…” You hum, a little more put together than the minute before.

Risotto would never force himself on you, never make you do anything you don’t want. When you arrived at his place, what happened there would be entirely up to you. Just having you in his space, however, willingly, was enough to drive him insane. It would be hard to keep himself together but for you, he could do it…

All too soon for you, the two of you arrived at his place. It was modest, a small home that didn’t really stand out from the others around it. Still, gentleman he was, Risotto helped you inside his house.

You were gently urged to sit on his sofa as he left to go to another room—the kitchen, you supposed, by the sound of a faucet running. You took in the sights around you, surprised to find how… homey it felt in here.

In fact, the place didn’t seem like it would belong to him; it felt like your grandmothers house, all comforting clutter and decorations from before you were born. Despite being unfamiliar it brought a sense of ease over you. Soon enough, Risotto returned, a glass of water held out to you.

“Oh, thank you.” You took a drink, surprised at how parched you were. How much did you drink at the bar? “Honestly, I’m not sure what I expected.” You laugh, however the sound comes out flat. “Thank you for taking care of me.” You place the water down on a side table and sigh. “I’m sorry if um, this isn’t what you thought it would be.” You laugh a little bitterly at that.

“Don’t worry.” Risotto takes a seat beside you, a comfortable distance between the two of you. You find yourself missing his warmth, the empty house not quite warm enough for your taste. “I want you to be comfortable.” You smile at him.

“You really are sweet.” You laugh again, looking to the blank screen of his tv. “You’ve probably guessed by now, but I’m not really the type of person that goes out or does anything like this.” You shake your head, making sure to take another drink of the water given to you so you can better clear your head. You would definitely have a nasty hangover in the morning but this helped ever so slightly.

“I mean… shoot, I think it’s been actual years since I even kissed someone.” You mused. This was news to Risotto-- you had only moved to the city a couple of years ago to his knowledge, and while here he hadn’t really see you attempt to date anyone.

“Saving yourself for someone special?” He asks, part teasing and part curious. He would gladly be that someone special, after all…

“Well… sorta?” That familiar color paints your cheeks. “I shouldn’t dump this on you, especially since we just met…” You sigh and give him a side glace. Risotto places a gentle hand on your knee and gives you a small smile.

It makes you feel special.

He doesn’t seem like the type to smile too often, so you cherish the look. “I’m just bad at meeting people really. Even here with you now I’m like, kind of amazed? Like I know I’m at your house and everything but I can’t seem to process that you’re into me-- like, attracted to me.” Risotto could laugh at the irony. The depths of his adoration for you went far deeper than that but it was charming all the same to know how easily you were flustered.

“Would you mind if I proved it to you then?” The hand he had rested comfortingly on your knee moved to your shoulder, gently turning you to face him. Risotto moves ever so closer to you looking into your wide eyes.

“...Prove it?” You say quietly in disbelief. You haven’t pulled away from him yet; Risotto still moves slowly, giving you plenty of time and space to move away if you didn’t want this. But you remain frozen, allowing him to tilt his head and meet his lips to yours.

Its nothing serious, a chaste press of his own chapped lips against your soft ones. Far more quickly than he had kissed you, he pulls back, red eyes studying your features for your reaction.

“Was that okay?” He asks softly, free hand bravely coming to up to cup and stroke your right cheek.

“U-um,” You stutter, finding it difficult to keep his gaze or speak. Your heart is beating far too fast and you find it hard to speak, words unable to pass your lips as your mind works a mile a minute.

Risotto, this attractive, sweet and mysterious man, kissed you? He brought you to his house? He really wanted-- you couldn’t even dare to think about it. “Yeah, I uh, I liked that.” A shy smile makes way to your lips as you look into his eyes.

“I’m happy.” Again, he smiles, taking your breath away. “Would you like to continue?” You’re silent a moment, cheeks heating up. Risotto is quick to speak again. “The moment you want to stop tesoro, we stop. Your comfort is my top priority.”

“How did I get so lucky to meet someone as patient as you?” You whisper, mostly to yourself. For Risotto, even getting this far with you is more than he ever expected from tonight; it would be foolish for him to continue to push his luck when he had you so willing and cute in his arms.

“Um… I think that would be okay. A-as long as we continue to take it slow.” You have the cutest pout on you lips as you break from his gaze. Red paints the tips of your ears now and you frankly can’t remember the last time you felt so embarrassed. At the same time you felt… good. You didn’t want to stop, even if there was a nagging part of your mind that warned you how dumb and dangerous what you were doing was.

“Of course, whatever you like.” Gently, Risotto moves his hand from your cheek to your hip, pulling you even closer to him. You’re still a little awkward as your hands find way around his neck.

“Like… this?” Your words are the gentlest whisper against his lips, eyes hooded as the short distance between the two of you plays with your mind.

“...Perfect.” Risotto’s words are more a groan as he closes the distance between the two of you, slanting his lips again yours. As you move against him, soft lips tentative and curious against his own, Risotto decides he can die happy now.

But of course, he couldn’t help but be greedy.

All too quickly the sweet kiss grows more intense; you grow more bold and wrap your arms around him tighter. Risotto quickly finds you more than willing, his tongue sliding into your mouth easily. Of course, you let him take control but he still can’t help but groan at how easily you submit to him. You’re already better than he’s imagined; Risotto knows after tonight he’ll have trouble letting you go.

You moan out in surprise as he pulls you on to his large lap. He can’t get enough of you as he pulls away from you, lips trailing down to kiss the open expanse of your neck and chest. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as he kisses and nibbles his way to finding the spot that makes you moan out once again. He sets about loving on that spot, sucking and nibbling into making a rosy mark on the underside of your jaw. He couldn’t resist the urge to mark you knowing at least for a few days, it would stay on you.

“D-did you just leave a hickey?” Your voice is breathless but has an undeniable edge to it. “Oh my gosh…!” Risotto can only chuckle as one of your hands reaches up to rub at the irritated skin.

“I promise I’ll make it better bella,” Risotto lifts his head back up to capture your lips once more, cutting off any complaint you may have had.

You shift around in his lap in just a way that you can feel his growing length straining against his pants. It sends a shock of panic though you; not that you also weren’t incredibly horny after all those drinks, but because you’ve never gotten this far with anyone. Its terrifying in the best and worst ways; you can’t tell if you want more or to push it all away. Despite your internal struggle you still find yourself welcoming Risotto’s every action-- its so hard to say no when it feels so right. You manage to pull away and speak.

“W-whoa,” You barely get the word out as you squeeze Risotto’s shoulders. He pulls back, dark eyes hooded as he takes a deep breath. “I, I um…” You aren’t entirely sure what you’re trying to say, dizzy from all the different feelings hitting you at once. Its hard to meet his gaze even as you take your own deep breath, willing yourself to just breathe and focus on what you’re trying to say.

“You really—!” Your words are cut off as you gasp suddenly. Risotto has returned to the spot where he left the hickey before, nipping and kissing the skin before he speaks again.

“_____….” The deep and breathy way he says your name, looking up from your chest as he does so plays funny in your gut. “You really have no clue how much I want this, do you?” You blush again as he raises his head again. “Bella…” A heavy breath passes through his nostrils. He keeps his eyes closed a moment, as if fighting something within himself. After a short pause, he open’s crimson eyes again, looking at you more seriously than the moment before.

“If we continue like this,” Risotto pauses, a strange look passing through his features before he sighs. “I may not be able to hold myself back.” Your heart hammers in your chest at his words. Your mind is reeling at the possibilities, the true meaning behind his words.

“Shit…” You take your own deep breath. “That’s kinda hot…” You bite your lip a moment, For a moment, you consider the future, and how you might feel about this situation in the morning. Sure, Risotto was gorgeous, charming and obviously into you. But… was this how you wanted to lose your virginity? Half drunk, at a beautiful strangers house?

“We… we should stop, though.” As you move to get off Risotto’s lap, he doesn’t stop you, letting you slide off to sit beside him. You scoot away from him a little and sigh. “I-I’m sorry, you probably took me here because you wanted something more but I…” You shake your head.

“It’s okay.” Even as he says the words, you can tell Risotto is still hot and bothered. You’re reminded of the reason rational thought returned to you and dare a peek at his crotch. Yeah, no, it probably wasn’t okay but he was just a cool dude. “You said yourself you don’t really do this sort of thing.” Risotto swallows heavy, the taste of you lingering on his lips.

He would do anything to keep you here. Spend as much time with you as he could. Anything to keep you comfortable and happy with him.

“It’s not only that…” You sigh, shake your head. “I… have this problem. A stalker.” You frown, trying your best to explain this delicately. Risotto does his best to look concerned. “I’d hate for something to happen to you because I stupidly decided to go home with you.” Oh, darling, if only you knew.

“I can take care of myself.” Risotto huffs, sitting up properly. “...Are you letting something like that keep you from having a good time?” He looks to you, contemplative and frowning.

“Well…” You sigh again. It brings mixed feelings about Risotto, knowing that him showing his affection for you was causing such sadness. “He hasn’t done anything mean or harmful as far as I know. I just worry.” You meet his gaze. Seeing him frown, you try to give him a smile.

“Sorry, sorry, it was wrong of me to dump that on you.” You shake your head. “M-maybe I should just go…” You move to stand but Risotto places a hand on your arm. He’s gentle, urging you to look at him.

“Wait.” His eyes look near pleading. It’s a look that strikes you in an odd way, stilling your movements for a moment. “...Would you let me take care of you tesoro?” The hand that rested on your arm moves down slowly, resting on your thigh where your skirt has risen up.

“...Take care of me?” You echo his words, tone more innocent than his. You let his fingers wander under the fabric of your skirt, unfamiliar patterns causing heat and goosebumps to come to you. “B-but I don’t know if I’m comfortable doing anything to you…” You admit aloud, face red as you look away from both his face and how he teased the skin of your thigh.

“I don’t mind.” Risotto grows a little bolder, once again closing the distance between you. You allow him to grab your cheek to turn to face him. He’s more serious than he’s been the entire night and that only serves to make you blush more as he speaks. “I want to make you feel good.” The urge to hide once again hits you but Risotto grips your face just smidge harder.

Finding that you can’t turn away from him you instead close your eyes to will your beating heart down, to find the words to speak past your nerves. “You’ve really done some crazy things to my heart tonight, you know?” You laugh a little, and dare to open your eyes. As you suspected, Risotto is still looking at you, with a small look of hope in his eyes.

“I just have to ask…” You pause a moment, taking a deep breath. “You’re… so pretty, so confident. I feel like there would be any number of people more than willing and ready to be your partner. Why… why me when I’m so… so…” Again you close your eyes and shake your head.

“Didn’t I tell you before? You’ve captivated me since I laid my eyes on you.” You vaguely recall the words through the haze alcohol but repeated here they have the same effect.

“I should probably stop worrying about it, then.” You laugh a little. You’re all the sudden reminded of his hand crawling up your inner thigh. His hand’s are warm, like fire running up you in all your sensitivity. “Then… I guess it would be okay…” You catch a glimpse of a wicked grin on Risotto’s face before he slinks to the floor.

“You won’t regret this.” His voice has that now familiar sultry tone.

All you can do is watch as he slots his large shoulders between your knees. He makes for quite the sight below you, with large hands spreading your knees and red eyes watching your face keenly. His touch has you trembling, not in fear, but trepidation. Risotto takes notice and pauses.

“You okay?” You give a shaky nod in response.

“Yeah, I just um, nervous is all.” A giggle leaves you despite this; Risotto is simply running his hands along your inner thighs. Still, seeing the sound leave you he smiles.

“I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Your heart flutters at his words. Even though you know you’ve gone home with a stranger you can’t help but feel this is romantic, if not loving on his part. Your initial glance didn’t have you thinking he was a romantic but he had done nothing but sweet talk and accommodate for your comfort. “Remember your comfort comes before anything.” You bite your cheek but nod, watching him with wide, hazy eyes.

His hands leave your thighs only for a moment; they soon find way to your hips where he grabs the band of your skirt. With a slow, deliberate tug he brings the material down your hips, past your thighs and knees until he slips it past your feet entirely, placing it down gently on the floor beside him.

Even through your tremble you can’t help but feel a shiver fall down your spine. You can feel his hot breath on your sex through your underwear. Seeing dark, red eyes look up at you from between your bare thighs is nearly too much, so you close your eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to even your breathing. It doesn’t help much.

“Are you ready?” His voice is deep, in stark contrast to your own jumbled tones.

“Yeah, I think so.” You once again try to even your breathing, keeping your eyes closed as anticipation grows with anxiety.

“_____, bella.” His words tease more than his breathing, and you can’t help the sharp intake of breath as he speaks. “I won’t start until I hear a yes from you.” As sweet as that notion was you couldn’t help but feel he was instead teasing. Already it was hard to form words, let alone say them.

“Y-yes, I’m ready Risotto.” Heavy breath leaves through your nose. You dare to look at Risotto, and see him smirk before he begins.

He starts by trailing sweet kisses and licks up your inner thigh. More than anything, it tickles; you can’t help but let out a giggle at the sensation and with it, some of your tension. Risotto continues, making sure every inch of your exposed skin is adored before moving over to the other thigh and working there as well. His tongue makes daring passes over your covered pussy, and the sensation already has you squirming.

He rests strong hands on your hips to steady you, before you feel him grasp your panties. Your heart is pounding, and you don’t know if you want to watch or look away as he removes your underwear. You certainly hadn’t expected this when you went out tonight, so you opted for something… comfortable, not necessarily pretty. This doesn't detour Risotto, however, and you can hear the low moans he lets out.

Still shy, you can’t help but try and close your legs. Ever gentle, strong hands rest on your knees. “_____….” You must have closed your eyes at one point, because only when you hear Risotto’s sweet voice again can you manage to open them. “You’re beautiful, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” You can’t help blush. There’s a lot to be said about a pretty man between your legs, singing your praises but in this moment it has you stunned in silence.

“Just let me make you feel good.” His voice has gained a sultry, seductive tone. You don’t fight him as he opens your knees, instead watching with rapt attention as Risotto returns his attention so your pussy.

“Um, so I said I’ve never been out before…” Your words have Risotto pausing right before he would begin. “Sorry, bad timing…” You laughed a little awkwardly, your nerves making your tone higher. “But I’ve um, never really done anything like this either.” Somehow, you manage to look down at him as you say this. “This is my first time doing… anything like this.” You admit to him.

Risotto couldn’t believe his luck. Were you saying that you were a virgin?

“You don’t mean…” He pauses fully, looking up at your blushing face with wide eyes.

“I-I hope it’s not a problem!” You can’t find it in you to admit the words aloud. Your face hasn’t been more red this even, your eyes just as wide. The two of you can’t seem to look away from one another as Risotto takes all this information in.

“It’s not a problem.” He shakes his head softly. “But… are you sure you want this, then?” Risotto would be willing to take anything you wanted to give him but again, he didn’t want to pressure you into anything.

“I-I mean,” You laugh a little despite yourself, looking away from his eyes a moment only t wander back to his gaze. “You make me feel comfortable so… It’s okay if it’s you.” Your words had gone soft, until they were hardly above a whisper. Risotto was sure to hear it all, though.

It was hard to describe the feeling that went through him as you spoke. It was similar to the bar, when he had you giggling and idly playing with his hands. But here… having you in such an intimate position and admitting that you felt comfortable enough to give such a part of yourself to him? He was star struck a moment, left shocked and wandering how he had gotten so lucky to get here tonight.

“I’ll make sure it’s special for you.” Your heart swelled at his words, at his easy smile. Risotto’s own heart was beating faster as he looked at you, took in all of you from his position between your legs. If things went his way, this would be more than a one night stand. He would do anything he could to keep you here, to see you again.

Anything at all.

There’s a long moment of anticipation before you finally feel his tongue against your folds, it’s a foreign, but pleasant feeling. He proved himself to be gentle, one hand on your hip and the other resting on your inner thigh. He explores all of you, finding that which makes your breathing pick up and heart beat faster. His tongue circles around your clit once and you can’t help but gasp, clenching his hair with your hands and his head with your thighs.

When you realize what you’ve done, you immediately lessen your grip around his head and panic, words leaving you faster than you thought they could. “Oh, I’m sorry I just--” Your cut off as Risotto leaves a little nip on your thigh, a gasp leaving you instead. He peaks his head up and you can see, even from a moment between your thighs, his face is wet with your arousal. It’s enough to get you to flush more as he speaks.

“Don’t worry.” His dark hooded eyes and grin don’t help how you’re feeling. “You won’t hurt me.” He once again returns to your cunt, movements a little more bold then the curious licks he did before. His movements once again having you gripping his hair.

He’s obviously had more experience than you; Risotto knows just the way to move his tongue over your pussy, running it over your clit only to tease and dip his tongue into you. It’s when he begins to suck on your clit, and press two fingers into your pussy do you moan aloud, and clench your thighs around his head once more. At this, he moans as well and you can’t help the heat the rises though you; that somehow, he was getting as much pleasure from this as you were.

Risotto presses into you slowly at first, slender fingers gently working you open as his mouth works diligently, sucking on your clit and savoring your taste. By now, you’ve begun trying to follow his movements, but his hand on your hip keeps you in place. You can’t help but whine out, moans following as Risotto pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“F-fuck,” You manage to open bleary eyes, looking down at Risotto between you. “Ris I… please,” You aren’t even sure what you’re trying to say, gripping his head tighter and chasing the heat that he gave you.

His fingers soon leave your cunt, only for his mouth to move down instead. Deft fingers work your clit in a fast pace while his tongue thrusts in and out of your cunt, groaning as your slick coats his tongue. He could stay here between your thighs all night, coaxing more moans and sweet cries from you.

“I… I’m close,” You can hardly get the words out, desperately chasing your orgasm as Risotto doubles his efforts, waiting for your to cum so he could swallow all of your release. His fingers circle your clit in quick, practiced motions as he rubs his tongue along your g spot. It isn’t long before your release hits you. “R-risotto…! Oh, fuck…” Your nails dig into his hair and you clench your thighs even tighter around him, if possible.

You’re breathing heavy, riding out the high of your orgasm. Risotto, ever diligent, gently carries you through the aftershocks and greedily takes your release. Soon enough, your weak knees gently fall from around his head. Your hands grow limp as well, and Risotto soon sits to his full height between your legs, looking at you in a way you can only describe as caring.

“Are you alright?” he’s breathing heavy too, you notice. You can hardly talk but you let out a chuckle and nod for him.

“Y-yeah, just need a moment.” You smile softly as his large hands rest on your thighs, rubbing small patterns into them just as you did to him earlier in the evening. You take him in a moment, from his white hair, disheveled from your hands, to piercing red eyes that look to you with nothing short of adoration. Full lips that shine with the remains of you release… surely, it would be enough to make any person blush.

“Do you need anything?” It amazed you how attentive he was too, as if he didn’t just work to get you off.

“No, no I’m… I’m okay.” You laugh a little and pull him up to your level. You still felt a little shy and anxious, but it was amazing how relaxed you felt after one orgasm. Enough so that the thought of another, didn’t seem so bad. “Come here,” You urge Risotto to sit up on the couch with you. He’s all but eager to do so, moving next to you. Emboldened, you hold his cheek with one hand. “Can I kiss you?” You ask him.

“You don’t need to ask.” You glance a small smile on his lips before he pulls you into him. He kisses you with the same fervor and passion as before. You easily slide into his lap and you’re reminded of the reason you wanted to run away before.

However, this time you can’t help but feel excited as you kiss him and taste yourself; you want more of the friction between you, more of his attention and more of what he can offer. The feel of his clothed dick on your naked pussy is better then it was minutes before, and you want it so bad.

“Risotto…” You pull away from him panting, looking deep into his eyes. “I… I want you.” You feel your face heating up, but you can’t stop now. You push though your embarrassment and continue speaking. “I wanna fuck you.” You whimper, managing to say the words but losing his gaze somewhere in the process.

“_____…” His grip on your waist tightens. You look to him again, a small smile hitting your lips. “Don’t feel like you owe me--” You cut him off.

“No, I really want it.” You take a deep breath. You’re shaking again. “This may sound stupid but… not only do you make me feel good, but safe too. I’ve never felt more comfortable then when I’m with you.” You laugh a little, as if that will underplay how serious your words are. “Like, forgive me if I’m being weird or too forward or whatever but… I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” You press your forehead against his. “And I kinda got that same feeling from you, so…” Your voice dies down as you realize the words you’ve just said.

“Ah, shit… I didn’t mean--” You realize you’ve probably killed the buzz and try to back track, but Risotto speaks up.

“No that’s…” He smiles, genuine and sweet. “I don’t either. I want to see you again after tonight.” You smile back at him, wide and shining. “You make me feel…” He swallows hard, catching himself. “I feel safe with you too.” Risotto uses your words as well, trying to meet you at your level, rather then where he currently was. “If you really and truly want this… let me make it special for you.”

You’re left no room to question him as Risotto rises from the couch, easily lifting you with him. You squeak and cling to him, arms running around his neck and legs finding way away his waist. Your carried further back into the comfortable house and brought to a simple bedroom. Your placed on his bed with the utmost care, but you can’t help but pout as he leaves. It’s only for a moment, to close the door of his bedroom.

Soon enough Risotto is standing before you on the edge of his bed, looking down with an unreadable look. You’re silent as you watch him, caught up in your own emotions. A moment passes and whatever Risotto was thinking passes.

“There’s still time to back out.” Risotto says, slowly crawling over your figure on his bed. You’re forced to lay back to accommodate him, your heart pounding and crawling out of your chest and into your throat.

“I’m ready, it’s okay.” You rest your hands on his chest, along the strange straps. “Why don’t you take this off already? It can’t be comfortable.” You giggle a little and hear Risotto snort.

“If you insist.” You can’t help but smile at his teasing tone. He takes off his cloak and once that’s met with the ground, his harness soon follow. You follow suit, removing your shirt and pausing only a moment when you get to your bra. He’s already seen your pussy and made you come, however, so soon enough your bra joins the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

“Thank you for being so kind to me.” Your hands rest on the waistband of his pants. Risotto’s hands ghost over yours but pause as you speak. “You definitely didn’t have to jump though all these hoops for me… but you did, and still are.” You smile again and Risotto can hardly speak, his heart has begun pounding so fast.

“Don’t thank me. You deserve kindness.” His voice is soft, his words playing funny in your heart. Its all you can do to shake your head.

“Still…” Gently, you tug at his pants, pulling with them his boxers. “It means a lot to me.” You’re trying to distract yourself from your pounding heart and how curious you were-- Risotto was a big man, after all, so surely…

“Remember, this is about you.” Your gaze is pulled up to his. “The moment you want this to end, it will.” You swore, he was trying to make you fall for him-- why else would someone be so accommodating, so sweet and caring?

“Well… I want you to feel good too.” In a moment of bravery, you place your hands over his and pull his pants and boxers off all the way, until you’re both left naked in front of one another.

You take a moment to marvel at him, to take him all in. Pretty face, defined muscles and all… Risotto does the same, amazed to be taking in all of you in the flesh. Soft curves and sweet lips, full breasts and eyes that have captivated him from the moment he saw you… He never really imagined he would get to have you in the flesh, to hold you and please you.

Now, he’s afraid he won’t be able to let go. Or maybe, that he’ll mess up and won’t be able to keep you.

“Oh, wow.” You’ve said it to him countless times tonight, but perhaps now it is the most apt use. Your eyes find way down to Risotto’s fully hard cock and can’t help but stare. You had never seen one in the flesh and he was just… so big. Bigger than you thought he would be.

“You’ll be okay.” Risotto’s words draw your attention back to his eyes. “I’ll make sure it hurts as little as possible.” You nod at him and offer a smile to him. You want to speak more, but Risotto moves his hand back to your pussy.

You’re still wet from your last release. He swirls gentle fingers around your sex, gentle touches to your clit sending small shocks of pleasure through you. Soon, his two fingers dip into your cunt once more, movements tender and slow as he works you open. He gently scissors his fingers in you, before leaning his head down to your chest.

You go to question him before you feel his tongue circle your nipple. You gasp at the feeling, hardly even noticing as he slips a third finger into your soaked cunt, instead arching your back to feel of his mouth upon your breast. He begins to suck on your nipple and thrust into your pussy with his fingers with more power.

His fingers brush against your g spot as he thrusts, and his mouth pops from your breast with a small sound. He trails kisses between your breasts, making his way to your neglected nipple to give it the same treatment as the other. He licks and nibbles, goading more moans from you as he works.

Too soon, his head pops from your breast. He takes a deep breath and speaks. “Dolsetta… are you ready?” His fingers slow their thrust in you, waiting for your response.

“I… I am.” You take a deep breath, looking into his deep eyes. You can’t help but take his face into your hands, and pull him into a passionate kiss. It’s face paced and bruising, gnashing teeth and desperate tongues. You wanted him more than you thought possible.

“I need you, Ris.” You pull away with heavy breaths and beating heart. “I’m ready.” He slowly pulls his fingers from you, grinning and unabashedly licking his fingers of your arousal.

“I’ll be gentle,” Risotto is breathing just as heavy, looking to you with hooded eyes. It was getting harder to hold himself back. But for you, he would be gentle. He would be slow.

“I’ll be okay.” You want to smile to let him know you’ll be fine, but your nerves have you shaking again. Still, you try to be brave; you reach between the two of you and grab his cock in your hand, shocked both by how heavy it was how hot it felt in your hands.

You pump his cock a few times in curiosity, amazed by how it twitched in your hand, how you could hardly enclose your fist around him. “Bet you’ll feel so good in me.” You coo, guiding his head towards your entrance. “You’re gonna be sweet and gentle with me like before, right Risotto?” You look to his face, seeing how his gaze is locked on the space between your bodies—to his dick, barely kissing your cunt.

“I’ll treat you so good,” His words are low, dying into a groan. “Fuck you so gentle,” You bite your lip as he places his larger hand over yours on his cock, rubbing his dick over your folds and kissing your clit with his movements. You let out soft noises, watching as he aligns with your cunt.

You pull your hand away and hold your breath, pussy fluttering against the barely there touch of his dick. “Please, m’ready.” Your heart is pounding, hardly believing this is where the night had taken you. That you were letting Risotto take your virginity.

He presses into you, slowly. The pain takes you by surprise, and you gasp—Risotto immediately stops his movement. You think no more than his head is in you, but the stretch to accommodate his dick is more than you thought it would be.

“I-I’m okay, I’m okay.” You’re breathing heavy though, trying moreso to convince yourself than him.

“I won’t move until you say so, _____.” He leans in close and meets you for another kiss. This one is slow, sensual; anything and everything to distract you from the pain of his entrance. Soon enough, you pull from him. Somewhere along the line, Risotto had began holding your hip.

“Okay, okay…” You take another deep breath. The residual pain was still there, but you found you wanted, needed more. “Keep going. I’ll tell you if I need to stop a-again.” Risotto nods, making sure to pay close attention to your face, and how much comfort you were in.

Still, he pushes into you slowly. As inch another inch slowly sinks into you, you take in a breath. Though not as bad as the initial push, there was still pain. However you let Risotto push in another inch, before you feel two of his thick fingers rub slow circles on your clit. It’s a welcome distraction from the painful stretch of his cock, and you can feel yourself relax a little as he does this.

“You feel so good around me,” Risotto is panting. He’s close to bottoming out inside of you, deft fingers desperately trying to distract from the pain of his entrance. “I’ll make you feel just as good soon bella.” You hadn’t expected that Risotto would be so vocal during sex, but it’s not unwelcome, his low baritone another distraction.

Soon enough, you hear him let out a low groan. You had closed your eyes, gripping the bed as he pushed into you. However, as you look now you can see Risotto has bottomed out inside of you, his dick fit snug in your virgin cunt.

“S-so big…” You shiver as you say the words, taking a deep breath to try and relax around him. The pain was slowly dying, being replace by the slow thrum of pleasure. “I… You can move now. Slowly, please.” You look up to red eyes, that gaze down at you with such a strange, loving gaze.

“Of course…” Risotto swallows hard, gripping your hip with a strong hand to stop from moving so quickly. You felt more than heavenly around him; all soft and pliant beneath him, trusting him so much and allowing him to take care of you like this… Gentle as he could, Risotto pulls away from your cunt until just the tip of his dick sits inside you.

You take a deep breath, looking to him. “It’s okay, I’m… ready.” Risotto smiles at you, soft words leaving him. You can’t really hear him, gasping as he sinks the full length of his cock back into you; not fast at all, but certainly quicker than the moments before. There’s little to no pain this time, instead replaced with small sparks of pleasure.

“Oh betta…” His words are low and breathy. His free hand moves from your clit, instead resting beside your head on the bed to better balance himself. “You feel so good around me, so tight and sweet…” His words have you blushing but they only add to the pleasure your feeling, add to the heat that begins to build at your core.

It isn’t long before Risotto has built a rhythm, thrusting into you with gentle rocks of his hips into yours. Your hands find way around his neck as pleasure begins to build in you and soon enough, you find that his pace isn’t enough; that the slow drag of his cock in your pussy is becoming a torture. You need more; more friction, more heat, more of him.

“Ris, I… more, please.” It’s hard to find the words, both because it’s getting harder to speak and because it’s embarrassing. “I need more.” You feel as if your begging but you can’t help it.

“Shh, tesoro, I know.” His voice is hot and heavy in your ear. “Wrap your legs around me, yes just like that…” Your legs find way around his waist, the new angle helping his reach deeper in you. You moan loudly, feeling his cock reach deeper within you. Risotto pounds into you harder, faster, sultry words in your ear louder than the sounds of your skin slapping together.

“_____…” You name is a growl from his lips. “Feel so good. Wanted this for so long.” You were nearly out of it, hardly able to catch the words Risotto was saying as your move your shops in tandem with his, chasing the high building in your sex.

“W-what?” You open bleary eyes and turn your head towards him, but Risotto captures your lips and merely fucks you with more fervor. It’s hard to keep up, between his strong thrusts and dominating kiss, you’re all but lost in the moment. You pull away from him soon, finding it hard to catch your breath from all his ministrations.

Risotto doesn’t stop, though, moving his head down to kiss and nibble his way to the hickey he had left on your neck earlier in the evening, kissing and worrying the mark again and delighting in the moans that left you. “Hah… can’t let you go. Can’t, need you.” His words are hard to follow, confusing. You’re getting closer and closer to your orgasm and though the words have a small cautionary light going off in the back of your head, there isn’t much you can say or do when your so close.

“Ris… Ris…!” He’s still talking, growling low in your ear about things that would make coherent you run out of the room. But here, in his arms, being fucked as if there’s no tomorrow, it only serves to make you hotter, bring you closer to your release.

“Gonna come for me pretty girl?” His voice has gone darker. “Gonna come all over my cock, let your stalker come in your pretty cunt?” You hardly recognize the words, being fucked too good to remember why that was even bad.

“W-wha?” You snap your head up and look to him. “N-No, I…” Even still, you can’t help the way your hips follow his at a bruising pace. “Y-you can’t, you can’t be…” You attempt to push him away, to slip out of his grasp.

“Shh, betta, I won’t hurt you. Keep you here, keep you safe in my arms, make you feel good.” He holds you tighter, pulling you close to his chest until you can hear the heavy beating of his heart. “Love you so much dolsetta, just let me make you feel good.” His words are a coo in your ear, one you can’t help but moan along to.

“Risotto,” His name comes out as a whine from your throat. “I, I…” Conflicting feelings raise inside you. But you were so, so close. It was getting harder to care. If anything, his words were only getting you closer, teetering you on the edge of your second orgasm. “M’m soso close, please, please” You draw out the words whinnying as he fucks you harder.

“You wanna come? You gonna come all over my cock?” You whine at Risotto’s words, nodding your head. His hand that had been gripping your hip moves now to your clit, circling it in quick motions to push you over the edge. This, in addition with his possessive words and constantly battering of his dick against your g spot throws you over the edge, and you come with a loud cry, clinging to Risotto as your release hits you hard. Even as you come, Risotto chases his own release.

“Oh betta, you feel so good milking me,” His thrusts grow more desperate, more shallow as he grows close. “Love you so much, love you. Gonna keep you here, keep you with me.” Over sensitivity keeps your from responding and it isn’t long before you feel Risotto cum inside your, coating and overfilling your poor cunt with his cum. He moans out, stilling as you lay beneath him.

Soon enough, you’ve recovered somewhat; Risotto hasn’t pulled out of you quite yet, breathing heavy as he rests just above you. You’re quiet, the desperate words Risotto had said only moments before replaying again and again in your head.

In another moment, Risotto takes a deep breath. He sounds, strange. You don’t question it, don’t speak as he slowly pulls out of you. You can feel his cum leak out of you and he moves to lay next to you on the bed.

It’s hard to find the right words. If there are any. What do you say in a moment like this? “You… you’re really the one whose been stalking me?” Your voice is quiet, hoarse from the screaming you had done mere minutes before. “You left those gifts… scared my friends…” You take a deep breath, and closed your eyes.

“I…” He doesn’t speak a long moment. You can hear his heavy breath, feel his gaze on you. “I am. I adore you.” You open your eyes at that, glance his way. “This whole night hasn’t been a lie, _____.” The use of your name now feels so intimate, so raw. It makes your throat dry. Your heart hasn’t stopped pounding.

“But my anxiety. My fear. Those weren’t fake either.” You swallow hard, fighting the forming lump in your throat. “What of those?”

“I never meant to hurt you. To scare you...” Your heart stops as you feel his hand reach for yours, resting by your side. What will happen if you pull away from him, try to make some distance between the two of you? You suddenly remember you’re completely naked. That you’ve given such a special part of yourself to him… To a man that invaded your privacy, followed you around and even potentially hurt other people who may have been interested in you.

“But you did.” You pull your hand away from him. He doesn’t stop you, but you hear a sigh fall from him. “You hurt me, scared me… and you used your knowledge of me to gain my trust. Grow closer to me and even…” You stop speaking as you feel his ever cooling cum continue to drip from your pussy.

“I… can’t deny your claims.” He’s gone quiet, his demeanor somewhat changed from it was before. Was he even the kind and accommodating man you had been with earlier this evening. “But only because I loved you. Because I wanted you to be happy and feel good…” his words die down until he’s completely quiet.

You sit up suddenly, and glare down at Risotto. He raises up as well, concern lacing his features. “No. You knew just what to say and what to do to get me where you wanted.” You clutch a sheet to your chest, in a vain attempt to cover yourself from him. “Were you only kind to me so you could get me in your bed, take from me what I can now give to no other?” You feel tears threaten your eyes as you glare at him, emotion taking over your voice.

“N-no, never.” How dare he look hurt? How dare he looked concerned? “All I ever wanted was… to make you happy.” You frown, and move your legs over the side of the bed.

“Regardless of what you say, that’s happened.” You move to stand, but your legs are weak. As you fall back on the bed, Risotto is there beside you. Worrying over you as a lover would. “Don’t touch me!” You flinch from his touch.

“Tesoro…” He sounds so sad. It makes you sick. “Even if you…” You watch him swallow hard. “Even if you hate me now… you should stay here. You need to rest.” You let out an indignant huff.

“What, so you can keep me here like you were going on about?” You frown at him, full on glaring as you see color dust his cheeks at your words. “No, fuck you. I’m leaving. Don’t ever touch me or talk to me again.” This time, as you rise on wobbly legs, they manage to hold you up.

Risotto merely watches a moment as you march around the room, picking up the pieces of your clothing that were left on the floor. It wasn’t long ago you were watching him with wide eyes, filled with curiosity and adoration… Now that same gaze was filled with hatred and anger. He couldn’t let it end like this.

“Tereso… I’m sorry, but you’re right. I have to keep you here.” You turn to him, still only half dressed, and give him your coldest glare.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You feel a shiver pass through you all the sudden. Risotto doesn’t answer you, so you go for the door. The knob stays firmly in place, and there’s no lock to be seen on this side. “What the hell is this? You think a locked door will stop me?” You swallow hard, tensing. “You’re locked in here with me, asshole.” You have no qualms with fighting him, but Risotto is both taller and more physically fit then you. There would be no way you could take him on in a normal fight...

“_____, please calm down.” He rises as well, unabashed in his nakedness.

“I’ll calm down when I’m away from you.” You back up as he take a step forward.

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” Risotto stands before you, voice even but face betraying his sadness. “I can still keep you safe. Make you happy.”

“Keep me safe?” You stare at him in disbelief. “The only thing I need kept safe from is you!” You back up again, bat hitting the wall by the door. As it does, you stumble again, this time barely managing to right yourself. All the sudden, it’s harder to breathe.

“Don’t struggle, you’ll be okay…” Risotto walks towards you slowly as black dots start clouding your vision.

“W-what have you done to me?” You fall to your knees, Risotto quick to come and support your falling form. “N-No, there’s only one thing this could be…” No matter how much your breathe, how you cough or gasp, you simply aren’t getting enough air. “You… you’re a stand user, aren’t you?” You can hardly stay awake or keep your eyes open long enough to see the shock running through his face. You must already been well under the effects of his stand.

“You are as well?” He clutches you tighter.

“Would… wouldn’t you like to know.” You can’t help but laugh as he frowns down at your form. It wouldn’t be much longer until the lack of air caused you to pass out. You’re a little afriad of that—but what could Risotto do to you that he hasn’t already done? “Guess you’ll… just how to wait and see.” You take one more desperate breath.

“Doesn’t that… scare you?” You close your eyes, and allow the darkness to take you.

If only for a little bit. If only for now, you wanted Risotto to feel the same fear you felt when he was stalking you. You doubted that when you awoke, Glory and Gore would be able to take him out. But knowing he might be afraid—that he might doubt his ability to keep you here—was enough to let you pass out in relative peace.

“_____…” Risotto looks to you in his arms, something soft, something scared, something relived looming in his gaze.

Finally, you were just were he wanted you, where you belonged. But… at what cost? Just when he thought he had one you over he had to go and ruin it because he was too lost in the moment… And what of your stand? Surely you had a stand, if you were able to pick up on the effects of Metallica… But what was it?

He was scared.

Did you have power enough to leave him? To escape his home, maybe even defeat him? Only time would tell.

For now, you were safe. And… that’s what really mattered, in the end.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

No Rest for the Wicked (Villain AU La Squadra)

WARNING: Series focuses on some dark content, such as murder and torture, yandere characters, stalking, kidnapping, and may contain nsfw writing and dubious consent

The hero association "Passione" takes pride in protecting Italy and it's citizens. From the everyday purse thief, to carjackers... To the underbelly of Italy's society of villains with their arrays of dangerous powers and abilities. But with such strong super heros like Golden Experience and Napoli's own Sticky Fingers, surely you'll be safe.

Right?

Hello! Hi! Welcome to my Super Villain LS AU! V excited to finally post this because the idea has been molding in the back of my brain for a good year now. Each member will get multiple chapters for their own stories, maybe even mixing together every once in a while, I'm not sure when I'll be able to officially start posting any of them but in the meantime PLEASE ask me questions about this au if you're interested. Especially if it has anything to do with outfits and costumes because that's my favorite part hehe. *Au won't include Sorbet and Gelato x Reader but they do make their appearances!

File: Somebody's Leavin’

Alias: Little Feat

Formaggio, originally the low fame superhero "Little Feat" has only recently turned to a life of crime, but proves to be a formidable foe. This change now allows him to use his abilities to their fullest extent. With a single scratch, Formaggio is allowed to shrink any living being at will, along with manipulating the size of inanimate objects as well. With a mix of these abilities as well as hand to hand combat, Little Feat originally scouted lesser populated areas and dealt with lesser threats such as purse snatches and bank heists. Now, Formaggio uses these abilities without consequence, reaping chaos. Around this same time, a missing persons case has opened up. The disappearance includes a barista working at a popular cafe in the city Little Feat used to protect. Coincidence? Still unsure.

File: Somebody's Watching Me

Alias: Man in the Mirror

People have reported seeing faces in the reflections of their homes. When called in for police sketching, all reports include a very similar man for each victim. Well built, with fair skin and dark hair, with goggles and his lower face hidden behind a beak shaped mask. He has been titled "The Man in the Mirror", otherwise known as Illuso. Most people that have been visited by the man have stated finding his "calling card" within the frames of their mirrors. These people have wound up dead. The Man in the Mirror seems to only attack the rich and those in power, so citizens who have seen him are asked to stay calm, but alert public authority immediately.

File: Happy Together

Alias: Beach Boy

Pesci is stated to be a freshly turned villain, but despite his late start proves to be difficult to challenge as he's been found shadowing the villain "Grateful Dead", a formidable evil that has been terrorizing Italy for some time now. Though his abilities are ideally for tracking, Pesci makes up for it with brute strength and his incredible size. Studies report that not a single casualty has happened during brushes with Beach Boy, but the same can't be said for the future. It's only a matter of time for the brute to turn away from his humanity and officially become one with the super villain underground.

File: Vermillion

Alias: Grateful Dead

Prosciutto, otherwise known as "Grateful Dead", is a well known and quite popular villain. Despite his title, women and men alike fold at the knee due to his charming appearance and suave personality. Prosciutto doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but will do what the job needs him to. He mainly focuses on the gambling scene and a chain of bars and sultry clubs. His abilities are lesser known, and are quite confusing to understand how they work, but it's easy enough to say if a contract of his doesn't end with a bullet in the head, they're rotting into the dirt instead.

File: Crimewave

Alias: Babyface

Babyface rarely leaves the villains compound, and when he does it's almost always for business. He goes under the alias "Melone" and owns a booming unisex cosmetics line titled "Molto Dolce Productions", enjoyed by men and women and everyone else from all ages as his makeups and serums are vegan friendly and animal cruelty free. As Babyface, he prides himself with a remote controlled army of handmade robots who do his biding for him. His so called "children" range from entirely metallic suits and grotesque cyborg abominations. He lives in a laboratory underground and spends most of his time creating life.

File: Love is like Oxygen

Alias: Gently Weeps

Ghiaccio never wanted to become a villain, but was born into the life of crime. Abandoned by his own family, he stole to survive, he cheated people out of money and food, and at the crisp age of seventeen Ghiaccio was officially brought into the villain hierarchy. In his years of work he's rose through the ranks and has become the villain known as Gently Weeps, and uses cryokinesis. Under a fake name he pretends to be a citizen, walking among Italy's streets, trying to live a normal life as best as he can, finishing school and even joining a gym to help with his icy temper.

File: Enter Sandman

Alias: Metallica

Not much is known about him, as Metallica keeps to the shadows and has never been seen by the naked eye. He lives only to kill, every murder happening in the dead of night. Not a sound to be heard, save the faint jingle of a bell. They say before you die at his hands, you're stared down by the blood red eyes of the devil himself. Each contract dead at his hands are found with their throat cut open, and a pair of bloody scissors settled on their chest.

[depravitymoon]

Does the Yandere la squadra have room preferences for the darling post kidnapping?

This is the oldest ask sitting in my inbox and today’s the day I answer it. Right now, I’m gonna be honest. Part of the reason this sat in my inbox for so long is because I was trying to figure out the question. Hence, I’m going to try to guess what it’s asking. 

The questions I’m gonna be asking myself:

What are the general house rules post-kidnapping?

Would your yandere even give you a room?

Would your yandere change their own room for you?

And just to make this simple: This is an Everyone Lives AU where Giorno is Don and actually increased La Squadra's pay by 1000%. La Squadra are roommates in a big ass villa, so it feels like live in through own private apartment complex... but richer. lol

(Some of the pictures of rooms come from here.)

(Warning: Other than yandere, kidnapping, and implied forced labor, Melone also wants kids with you.))

RIsotto Nero

Risotto’s rules:

Don’t get sassy with him.

Do what he says.

Do not attempt to run away from him.

If he is not there, then have Pesci or Prosciutto guide you.

Would your yandere even give you a room? NO.

Risotto isn’t as fucked up as some of his teammates, but he likes having control of you. Also, it’s easier to intimidate you when he’s always so close to you (and is a giant). Having your own room might make you feel too comfortable disobeying him and he refuses to let you think that’s an option.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? Yes. You behave and he’s willing to even make the room look like Enid and Wednesday’s. 

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s rules:

Be a good housewife.

Cook the meals.

Clean the ‘house’.

Run errands with Pesci.

Don’t sass him.

Greet him when he gets home.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  HAHAHAHAHA, NO. You’re funny.  You two are married and married couples sleep together.  Also, you’re in charge of cleaning, do you really want your own room to clean in addition of his room and Pesci’s.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? He will negotiate with you. Have you been a good wife? Have you been completing the chores? What are you willing to give in return to drastically change his room for you? 

Sidenote 01: Prosciutto gets the biggest room because Risotto didn't care to get the Master bedroom. 

Sidenote 02: Proscuitto just wants you taking care of his portion of the villa. If you're being annoying, he'll force you to clean of Pesci's portion (but Pesci's nice enough to help you with your cleaning).

Pesci

Pesci’s rules:

Be polite to Risotto.

Listen to what big brother says.

If big bro gets handsy on you, look for Pesci.

Avoid the others except Ghiaccio.

Stay away from Ghiaccio when he’s mad. Don’t walk, RUN.

Would your yandere even give you a room? Pesci would never force you to stay in his room unless he actually thought you were in danger. At worse, he'd manipulate you into staying with him. If La Squadra has room (no pun intended) you can have your own room.

Would he change his room for you? Absolutely! He just wants you comfortable! Hell, you can have half of his room AND your own room. 

Melone

Melone’s Rules:

Be a good parent to his future offspring.

Don’t ask for anything unless you’re willing to do some Not Safe For Work activities for it.

At least pretend you're happy to see Melone once in awhile, especially around bambino!

Would your yandere even give you a room? Honestly, yes. He did kidnap you to force you to have his future children. The least he can do is accommodate you.

He'll only let you roam the villa if he believes you'll behave. The moment you try leaving is the moment you're literally chained to his bedroom and has to have Pesci follow you around when Melone can't.  Yes, he knows you're mad that he plans to baby trap you. At least you'll be a rich mom, not a pauper with 'freedom'.

Would he change his room for you?  No. If anything, he’d probably make your room also your future baby’s room too, which would force you to come to his room for some peace and quiet.

Ghiaccio

((Author's Note: Let's pretend that the floor is an all white carpet. Apparently, most people know better than to have white carpet.))

Ghiaccio’s Rule:

DO NOT stain his room.

DO NOT yell at him.

DO NOT talk to the other members unless it’s an emergency.

DO NOT be alone with Melone.

DONT. STAIN. ANYTHING.

You may be asking "Why would you have a white room? Why not just let me go if you dont want a stained room-" SHUT UP AND DONT SASS HIM.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  Depending on if you two are own good terms, he might let you stay in the tinier room right next to his. Just behave. Your room has no bed, because he'll be forcing you to sleep in his bed with him. You're the most likely darling to be allowed to roam the villa, but you can't go outside. 

Would he change his room for you?  No, which is why you get your own room if you behave. 

Illuso

Illuso's rules:

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Oh, he keeps you in the mirror world with food all day when he's not with you. Rights? lol Silly darling, you have no rights.

Everything you have is solely due to his desires. While Risotto's darling spends 90% of the time in his room, Illuso's darling spends 99.99% of the time in Illuso's room and the mirror world.

Formaggio

Doesn’t need rules because he can just shrink you down when he wants.

I imagine the only thing that stands out about Formaggio's room is that it's filled with a dollhouse, dolls, pet cages, and a hamster ball. Why all of that? So he can entertain himself messing with you. 

There is more than enough room for you to be in Formaggio's room. And he doesn't want to break you like Illuso would. Formaggio just likes bullying you, but he does want you functioning like a human being. Having a person he can actually converse with is better han some doll that obeys him, gross. 

Obviously, you wont get your own room, but he will customize your dollhouse room if you behave! Oh and he does like you room the mansion. Keep in mind if you ever try to flee, that privilege is revoked forever.

[abbacchiosbelt]

ABX (if that's too many then pick whatever one you'd like sorry!) for Risotto Nero?

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? Risotto’s affection is far and few between. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, but he fears that once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. The love he feels for his darling is twisted and all-consuming, and he forces himself to abstain from frequent affection so he doesn’t consume them entirely. To compensate, he tries to give his darling whatever they want, within reason. Presents, home-cooked meals, luxury hygiene products, fancy clothes… (Whilst La Squadra wanted a higher salary, they certainly weren’t hurting for money. Metallica also makes it easy for Riz to shoplift… so nothing is out of his reach.) If he was a more wordy man, he would make up for his lack of physical affection through his words… But he is not, so Risotto simply imagines what he’d like to say to his darling. He only hopes that they understand how much they mean to him through his actions. And if he does give in one day… His love and affection is smothering. Risotto is the only one that can keep his darling safe - they are the light in his pitch-black world. (He doesn’t realize that he is slowly dimming that light with every day that passes while his darling is imprisoned by him.)

— Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? Extremely so. Risotto has no qualms about killing whoever stands in between him and his darling. He’s been used to doing the dirty work since he was a teen, and his darling being in the picture makes him even more willing to get blood on his hands. However, he does try to keep his darling from seeing his violent side. Risotto is well-aware that they know what he does - that he’s a prolific killer. Still, he doesn’t want them to have to witness it. He has some sense of self-awareness when it comes to his image and his darling, as illogical as he knows it is. Risotto wants to appear as a savior to them.

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Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? Risotto worships the ground his darling walks on. He sees them as the answer to his lonely life - as the light to his dark. To Risotto, his darling is perfect. All it takes is a few interactions for Risotto to start hatching a plan to take them. Whether he infiltrates their workplace or invades their home, he knows he has to rescue take them. They’re too good for this world. Risotto, try as he might, is not exactly charming. He’s tall and intimidating, and most people don’t dare to speak to him… He’s used to the fear in people’s eyes when he gets close, even if he doesn’t say anything. As much as he’d like to flirt with his darling, he knows that attempting to win them over is a lost cause. Their interactions with him, no matter how forced, are enough for Risotto. They tide him over until he can set his plan to kidnap them in motion… and he hopes that over time, they’ll grow to love him.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon here!

I have a few Fairytale ideas that I’d like to share to see your opinion on them and if their interesting or not (And some ideas from Movies)

Grim Yandere Tales

Hansel and Gretel (NO incest!): Reader is the mother who takes her children and runs from her abusive husband, with Leone and/or Bruno as the Witch (She adopted her children, who are Giorno, Narancia and maybe Trish)

Aladdin (I think you’ll like this): Reader is the street rat, Diavolo is the Sultan, Giorno and Bruno are visiting Royalty (Who plan to try and free Diavolo’s people either by killing him or taking his throne), Risotto is the sorcerer and Mista is the Genie

Thumbelina: Reader is a small human who was discovered by the Fairy Prince Bruno, only to be seen by Risotto/Doppio who’s either a normal human or a Dark Fae who wants her for himself

Movies

Dracula: Count Risotto and Bruno (With Reader being his fiancée)

Sleepy Hollow: Dio as the Headless Horseman

Corpse Bride: Not sure yet, what do you think?

Jekyll and Hyde: Either Diavolo and Doppio, Bruno and Risotto

Labyrinth: Risotto or Diavolo as the Goblin King

Legend: Diavolo as The Darkness with Doppio as his only way to go out in the sunlight, Reader is the Princess and Giorno is the hero who lives in the forest

I mentioned Diavolo, Bruno and Risotto a lot because there my favorites (It’s hard to stray from them)

I'm sorry I took so long to respond, been really busy lately packing.

I've actually had ideas for thumbelina and and corpse bride for a while now but never managed to get them written down so I'll cover those first

Thumbalina

I was thinking that Bruno would attempt to save darling. Thinking that they were another fae captured by a human. Darling explains the situation. It's revealed they're a fae who'd probably been taken far from their home. Bruno offers to take Darling back with him so they can be where they belong and get a pair of wings. Darling is hesitant on the idea and tells him they need a week to decide.

During that week two things could happen.

Another fae named doppio meets darling. Reader is unaware he's a dark fae, so when he asks them to help him and that he'll return them home straight after they agree non the wiser

Or

Darling is discovered by Risotto after their mother leaves for an emergency and is quickly snatched away. Initially he's looking to sell them for money but soon starts to fall for them and decides to keep them for himself

Corpse bride

Honestly I think Fugo. He was born into a wealthy lifestyle but could not stand the family around him. Believed he'd found love but in reality it was all a set up that lead to his death.

Darling is forced into marrying into wealth but doesn't want to. Tries running away into the forest and comes in possession of the now cursed ring originally meant for that first love that causes him to awaken and subsequently gets trapped in the underworld.

Hansel and Gretel

Ok so reader initially ran and hid away in a town. During this she took in the three. Their upbringings similar to canon. Narancia is 10 and had an eye infection that Darling was trying to earn the money to treat. Giorno and Trish are 8.

After being found by their ex again they run in the forest in night. For what seems like hours they keep going until they find a house with a door wide open and lights on.

They all go inside and call out to the owner but no response. Darling would try to leave but it's evident that the kids are too tired to keep running. So Darling decides to tuck them into one of the beds and wait for the owner to explain, however they fall asleep shortly after.

Now it could be either or a poly situation with both.

Bruno would be more outwardly willing to help while Abbacchio though still helping would be a bit more stern.

Darling wakes up in the morning where they meet the house owner and explain the situation. They're offered the spare bedrooms to stay in. Darling initially refuses the offer as they have to keep running. The kids wake up and it's immediately noticed that narancias eye's swelling has reduced. And that is how Darling would be hooked into staying.

Aladdin

Darling and her family used to be farmers but after harsh heatwaves are left with little to nothing left and Diavolo the newly crowned sultan attempts to arrange a marriage with darling but due to their hatred of the new sultan they refuse. After stealing food from traders they're caught and imprisoned and Risotto confronts them. He explains that he too hates Diavolo and that if darling were to help him retrieve a powerful artifact that he would offer them enough riches to let their family live without working another day in their life when he takes over.

So darling agrees but only if he allows them ownership of a particularly expensive ring he has until he fulfills his end of the deal.

So darling helps Risotto grab the artifact, some old lamp that they don't see any purpose of. As they're about to leave Risotto attempts to help them escape but the floor caves beneath darling and they fall in and he leaves.

Awhile after darling is found by Giorno and Bruno who have ropes to help darling escape and bring them back into town. They reveal they're both royalty from another land who've come to try and establish a trade route. However upon entering town they're meet by Diavolo who quickly has darling arrested, telling them that they're luck they weren't attacked as they have a record of stealing from traders and the like. The lamp being left in the hands of the two.

Dracula

Bruno and darling come to transylvania after receiving a letter from count Nero who wants to relocate to London and help with selling the castle.

They arrive and discuss with the count. Bruno and darling discuss the state of the castle and come to the conclusion that sell to the count will be easy however it'd take some work to clean areas of the castle to get photos good enough to try and convince potential buyers.

They're warned not to leave the bedroom at night however one night darling hears a scream in the night. Bruno is still asleep so they investigate on their own. They encounter Risotto while he's feasting and is pretty much frozen in fear. The next morning Bruno finds that both his fiancee and the count are gone. Bruno investigates only to find a journal written by the count that reveals the truth.

Headless horsemen

(Have not watched sleepy hollow unfortunately)

Darling is an aspiring novelist who moves into a small town after getting inheritance. They hope that the local legends will fuel their inspiration. Locals warn them they shouldn't be outside at nightfall. They investigate one night and grabbed by who the locals refer to as the headless horseman and dragged into the thick fog.

Jekyll and Hyde

Bruno is a detective who is trying to solve a string of crimes connected to a mysterious Diavolo. Darling a close friend to both bruno and Doppio (though doppio and bruno are only acquainted) begins to get stalked and eventually kidnapped. Now Doppio needs to hide them away from investigators as if he doesn't Diavolo vow to ruin their lives.

Labyrinth

I'd probably say Diavolo is best for the role of Jareth. Honestly this one will probably be as close to the movie as it gets from me.

Legend

(Another one I unfortunately haven't see)

Giorno and darling are taking a stroll through the forest when all of a sudden the weather changes to a harsh snow storm and are separated. Darling stumbles across the scene of doppio and the unicorn, hearing what he says to himself they decide to follow the man back to the castle after hearing all that is needed they attempt to leave only to be caught by Doppio.

Originally locked in the dungeon she is eventually moved to a room in the castle and is free to wonder. Given various gifts with letters of proposal until Diavolo decides to meet her in person.

[princelylove]

Hmm beside Jotaro and Noriaki, I also interested in Dio part 3, Risotto, Jolyne, Pucci. Do you have any headcanon for them, nsfw is fine :) Like what type of yandere they are and their dirty secret?

Also do you take request writing fic/headcanon/drabble or you just like writing character analyze like this?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Sure, I’ll take those sorts of requests. I’ll get around to making a proper rules list eventually. I already squeeze my headcannons into my interpretations quite a bit, but it’s completely fine to ask “Can I get some general headcannons about x” or “Can I get some headcanons about how x would deal with y?” as long as we keep the reader neutral, so like “Could I get headcannons for how Risotto treats a short reader?” isn’t really interesting to me, “How do you think Risotto flirts/shows his love? What if I deny him? What if I play into it?” is more my field. I might bend a little in the future if something does interest me like that, so shoot your shot. Don’t get discouraged if I reject an idea, I love receiving asks and it isn’t personal if I turn something down. I’m cooking some actual fics and little drabbles up, they’re fair game as well. 

Dio is an absolute authority, he views himself as the end of all roads. You might be inclined to think that he’d fall for the avoidant type, someone who refuses him, but he’s fine with letting someone like that go- you’re just not ready to find DIO yet. You’ll come around, his cute little pet. They always come around. He’s patient, and despite his eye twitching when you turn him away, he’ll wait.

Dio wants someone who loves him more than anything ever. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So if you’re oh-so-good to him, treat him like he’s divine, he’ll show how pleased he is in small ways. You’re allowed certain privileges (Ones you had anyway, as he loves you..) now that you’re so obedient. And by privileges, he means things that he would want if he were in your position. Wink wink. You’re lacking in the offerings every week category.

Dio gives you him-appropriate gifts. Solid gold bracelets to adorn those beautiful wrists of yours. Makeup that makes your complexion pop. He becomes a bit overbearing, he’s involved in every aspect of your life- as he should be. What a privilege. 

I still think Dio is incredibly insecure. You’re what makes him feel good, he thrives on your praise. He becomes a lot more tolerable if you sing his praises constantly. Dio isn’t the most stable, so if you suddenly stop all the sweet talk, he’ll consider eating you and starting over. Oops. 

“Tell me you love me.”

I view Risotto as a dog. Some people are just doglike to me, he's like a guard dog that won't move even with a treat on his nose. He's strict- he won't allow such an indulgence as having an actual partner, not while the boss is on his ass all the time about work. 

Risotto will hold off on any and all urges in favor of stalking you. It's not like it's hard. His stand allows him to get as close as he wants to without violating any of the rules that he set for himself about you. His rules are simple, too. No contact. No stealing. No touching, even when you're asleep. No restocking your fridge to make sure his darling eats dinner. 

What Risotto lacks in expression he has in patience. He's happy to keep you as a bit of a hobby, never needing to fight himself on his rules like you might expect the typical stalker to. He's normally so happy about playing guardian angel- you really do need him. He keeps you safe. He locks your door when you forget, he shuts your blinds and opens them just before you awaken, and he adores your commentary to any animal you might keep as a pet. So adorable. So perfect. He'd give anything to keep things the way they are, even if it means staying out of it- for the time being. 

I think he’s a very soft-spoken man, actually. He mutters a bit. His voice is slow and clear when he wants it to be, but he just cannot talk that way to you of all people. His attempts to be gentle with you, provided he actually breaks his no-contact, are futile. His deep voice and lack of tone are likely to come off as aggressive, even when he’s telling you how sweet you sound. Poor Risotto. He’s not a man of many words, it’s rare he just says something without thinking.

He shows his love via acts of service, if you can say “showing.” Risotto loves to take care of people. His fantasies are mainly about washing you, dressing you, making you something to eat… He wants to give you the easy life that he never got. Risotto sort of treats you like an animal the more you resist his love. Cats are silly, aren’t they. They don’t know that they need to stay still for you to clip their nails. That’s exactly how he views you. 

“Don’t move. This is good for you.”