#yandere vento aureo

[yachiblanca]

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Don Giovanna x Fem!Reader

Word count : 5,257

Contains : Smut

A/N : Holy request in wattpad🛐

"Come up everyone! This is one of the beautiful sceneries of Naples!" You pointed out, everyone made a wow sound as soon as they saw the beautiful view of the city of Naples, "Wow miss Y/N.. this is such a beautiful view!" a woman spoke, "Of course it is signora.. it's not as beautiful as you though!" you winked, everyone chuckled and the woman was surprised of what you said, "Hey don't steal my most beautiful darling here!" your lover comes up in front of you to face the woman, "Oh I won't sir." the woman giggled,  "I must admit truthfully from the bottom of my heart, both of you are the most entertaining tour guides I've ever found." a man spoke as he walked over to the side of the woman, "Oh really signore? I'm very glad we're the most entertaining ones here." you replied, "I think miss Y/N is better than that fart guy!" a child spoke while they were hugging the woman's leg, pointing out your lover. "Hey Maya that's bad to speak!" the woman scolded, you laughed as your lover reacted like he was devastated, "How dare you call me the fart guy here..!" he cried out sarcastically, "Manners Maya." the man spoke with a sharp tone, the child soon stopped laughing and listened to both of their parents, "We apologize for their behavior.." the woman said, "Oh no, it's fine signora!" you replied with the tone of assurance that it's alright, "Oh my feelings are crushed~!" your lover whined, "You're sounding like a baby here." you scoffed, "A giant baby-" everyone held their laughs except your husband, "Stop the humiliating me!" your lover puffed out their cheeks, "Aw I'm sorry.." you pinched their cheek and shake it a bit, "Speaking of a giant baby, we're done for our tour for today!" you announced, "It was a very nice tour miss Y/N, we hope to see more beautiful places tomorrow." the woman smiled, "I'm very excited to go on another adventure with all of you tomorrow." you spoke, "We'll stay here for around 35 minutes.." the woman said, you and your lover both nodded, "I'll go drink a soda around a vending machine here- I'm thirsty!" you walked off, "Grab me a soda too please!" your lover shouted, you extended your arm out with your hand gesturing a thumbs up as a reply of approval from what your lover said.

While walking your body slowly slumped the more you walk out of distance, you've been in this place for goodness how many times was it? You couldn't count anymore, your eyes turned from looking so lively to instant glare of death. The tour tired the living hell out of you, acting so cheery was especially the most tiring part out of walking in all sorts of places, you were glad your acting skills kept ahold in that moment- in fact never did anyone noticed that you were acting for the past years, a fake personality, a fake smile, fake acting. Even your lover doesn't know you're acting too, 'God my throat is so dried..' your thoughts said, still searching for a vending machine you finally found one, quickly walking to the vending machine pulling out your wallet to get cash, "How much was it again..?" your vision was blurry for a moment out of exhaustion while you tried to look more closer at the displayed price on the vending machine, "Uhmm.." you squinted your eyes trying to look more closer, "Good evening Signora." a voice of a man suddenly spoke from behind, you flinched and quickly turned your head to where the voice came from, "I apologize, did I disturb you?" you saw a man with long golden blonde hair with a strange hairstyle, his outfit that revealed his chest out with the symbol of a huge heart on his clothing- he looked very beautiful and elegant at the same time, you gazed for a moment but shook your head out of your thoughts. "Ah no Signore.. you can use it first!" you nervously chuckled extending both of your arms in a welcome gesture, pointing it to the vending machine, "If you insist." the beautiful man walked to the vending machine starting to pick out what he wanted, you sat over the bench just beside the vending machine and waited, your mind was getting foggy and your legs felt numb, you wanted to relax for a while before going back but remembering you have to go back to give your lover the soda he requested, 'Ugh I wish he magically walks over here..!' you whined in your thoughts, your eyebrows furrowed together while you tap your foot on the ground. The beautiful man suddenly sat beside you and offered you a can of coke, "I hope this is to your liking, please accept it if you do." the man calmly said.

You were taken aback by his actions, you didn't know what to say or do, I mean you did need the soda because of thirst but taking one made you think to yourself that maybe you're being too greedy. Quickly thinking of what you decided to take his offering, you grabbed the soda out his hand and immediately opened to drink it, you gulped the soda as if you were drinking for your life, "Aaahh~" you exhaled out after drinking the can of coke, you realized that you drank without even thanking the man who gave you the can, "Thank you for the soda Signore!" you thanked him loudly, the man was flinched a little from how you thanked him, "It's my pleasure." "Why did you give me one though?" you asked, "I just happen to saw you and noticed how exhausted you were, If I may ask is everything alright?" you turned your gaze to the soda you were holding on your lap, "Well-" you stopped for a moment and sighed, "Just from my job that's all.."  you took a sip from the can, "I've been acting so differently from my job and outside of it- It gets me quite tired easily." you lightly chuckled, "I'm listening." the man spoke and took a sip on his can, "I dislike how I have to fake everything, I want to be like myself in any platform- but being a tour guide and entertaining the people at the same time can prevent me from doing it." your eyes felt like it was growing tears at the corners of it, "I see.." the man replied, "Signora, I do not know what your next intentions are, but please do know to always look over yourself.." you turned your head to him, seeing his green emerald eyes staring at yours, "I will signore, maybe someday I will, who knows?" you shrugged, the man's expression turned into worry after you've said that, "Do you have anyone to look over you? You're a beautiful woman I have to say, but hearing those words from you grows my worry." the man said with a sharp tone, you held your laugh with your cheeks visibly puffing out, "What are you holding your laugh for?" the man asked, "Oh- nothing! It's just that we're strangers, we just met though you're worried?" you laughed, the man's eyes widen from your response, "You don't know who I am signora?"

"No..?" you raised a brow, "Who are you anyway?" the man smile "I'm Giorno Giovanna, How about you signora?" your lips made an O-shape after knowing his name, "I'm Y/N L/N." you introduced, "Giorno huh.." you rubbed your chin, Giorno looked at how you stared at him- you expression making it look like you're suspicious of him, he felt so nervous- what if you knew he was a Mafia boss? He hoped you didn't recognize him, otherwise if you did he thought you might ignore him and run away. You clapped both of your hands together catching Giorno's attention back, "Oh I know!" Giorno tilted his head a little, him confused. "How about I call you Giogio?" you widely smiled, Giorno was speechless, was he really getting a nickname from you? This was rare, no one ever gave him a nickname ever since, meaning this was his first time to ever have someone give him a nickname, "R-really?" Giorno pointed to himself while stuttering in his words, "Me? Giogio..?" he asked with his eyes filled with amusement, "Yeah! isn't it a cool nickname?" you answered, Giorno's heart felt like it was stirring in excitement, his stomach felt like it had butterflies, "Yeah, it sure is.." Giorno replied, "Alright Giorno Giovanna, you're Giogio from now on!" you offered a fist bump gesture, Giorno was confused from what you were offering- "Come on fist bump fist bump!" Giorno raised his hands slowly- still confused on what to do, he imitated your hand gesture but still not knowing how it works, you took his wrist and bumped his knuckles on yours, "There a fist bump!" you chuckled, "That was a.. fist bump?" Giorno asked confusingly, "Yeah! How do you not know what it is?" Giorno knew to himself that he spent his days on work and education at the same time, he wasn't aware of what's happening outside so this was new to him. Before you could speak again  you remembered your tour, you quickly took a look at your wrist watch seeing it was almost 10 minutes before the tourists leave, "Ah! I have to go now-" you stood up, Giogio flabbergasted he asked "Where are you off to?" with a hint of worry in his voice, "Going back to work and my lover is waiting so.." you answered, "Welp I'll see you later! Or someday perhaps?" you giggled, "So long Giogio! it was nice to meet you! And so then Giorno watched you disappear in the distance.. He hoped to see you again, though he wanted to find out who was your lover, he'll just have eliminate them if they ever find out.

But if fate denies, he has no choice but to twist it.

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After returning the family back to their hotel location, you now sat with your lover at a hill, gazing at the stars above in the night sky, "What took you 20 minutes in the vending machine?" your lover asked, "Hm? Oh, I met this man.." your lover suddenly concerned, "A man? Did he do something?" you quickly turned your head to him and shook both of your hands in denial, "No no! He was very nice, he even bought me a soda." you returned back to gazing at the stars, "His name was Giorno Giovanna, and let me tell you he had a weird type of clothing!" you chuckled, "Giorno Giovanna huh.. that name sounds familiar, I think I've heard it around my neighborhood before but can't clearly recall it." your lover shrugged, "Hmm is that so..?" you nodded multiple times in acknowledgement, "Yep, anyways let's go back- it's getting cold here and I am shivering!" your lover whined and hugged your arm, "How about we watch a movie when we get back?" you asked, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea!" your lover responded, "Let's go to a nearby convenience store here and buy food!" your lover offered, you nodded in response and both of you stood up to go to a convenience store. 

Meanwhile in the convenience store, you and your lover both picked up a few chips and sweets- along with soft drinks and juice boxes. After purchasing your lover carried the bags and you both walked out of the convenience store, you both talked about the random stuff both of you can think about, animals, nature, zodiacs, art, you name it. You were both a few more miles close to returning back home, while walking you both heard a loud sound, almost as if it was a scream of a man in agony, though you both thought that maybe you guys were being delusional? "Should we check where it came from..?" you asked, your lover only stood silent for a moment "Yeah I think we should.. let's sneak." your lover spoke, you both nodded and sneaked over to where it came from, you both assumed it was at a nearby corner behind an apartment, you both slowly walked over to the corner- not daring to make a sound, you both heard a crying man pleading for mercy "Please I won't sell anymore I swear!" suddenly a sound of a loud punch arrived, "This is the 4th time and number 4 is a curse!" a different voice spoke, "That's enough Mista, I think I've heard enough of his words."  another voice spoke, though that voice sounded familiar- you pushed your lover back and tried peeking out the corner, slowly peeking you saw a man on his knees blood all over his face- he looked like he was beaten up, you saw another man stood with his back facing your direction, his hair looked familiar- long and the color of gold and blonde, along him was a man with tiger pattern clothing and a crop top with patterns of an x all over. The long haired man turned his head at the side, then you saw a glimpse of his face- leaving you to immediate shock and fear, his face looked like the man you met earlier, it was way too much like him, just from his hair it proved it was him. Your breath hitched and you quickly held your lover's hand and ran back, "Wait- wait what's happening?!" your lover said while you still held his hand tightly- sprinting fast as you could, "We're in danger- we need to get back as quick as possible." your lover was speechless, he didn't know what to say anymore at this point, all he could ever do was run with you as fast as he could. After that night, you both didn't dare to speak about it again, it both terrified you to the guts, especially you witnessing it with your bare eyes.

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It was the afternoon of the day, touring your visitors of Italy, it was  the 5th day of their vacation in Italy. "Is everyone hungry here or is it just me?" you joked, but in fact you were actually hungry as it was exactly 12 in the afternoon, "Today everyone we'll be going to Italy's famous and delicious restaurant!" you announced, "Yay! Mommy are we going to eat pizza?" the child spoke excitingly, "Little one, fact here we Italians love pizza! So of course there's pizza." you smiled, the child became more excited and happily jump around on their seat in excitement. "Looks like someone's extremely excited." your lover chimed in while driving, "I've tasted Italian food before I actually went to this country-" the man said, "Really? What food is it?" you asked, "I think it was called black ink squid pasta-" you clapped both of your hands together, "Oh that! That meal taste so good I can never get tired of eating it!" you responded, "I'd sure love to taste one too if there is one." the woman spoke, "Surely there is one in the menu, that food cannot be missed by the visitors of Italy!" suddenly feeling the car stopping you all arrived at the restaurant, you immediately went out of the car to open the door for the tourists, "Wow this restaurant looks so luxurious!" the surprised woman spoke "Agreed." the man replied, "And that's why it's rated as one of the best restaurants!" you happily spoke, as soon as everyone got off the vehicle you and your lover both opened the door for them to enter and both led them to the booked seats, before you both could leave you were stopped by the woman and offered that both of you should eat with them, well both of you and your lover could use some energy to restore- so you both agreed.

After food arrived you all peacefully ate, it had been a long time since you ate in 5 star restaurant, the best part here was it was free because it was offered to both you and your lover, "This food taste so good!" the child spoke with the pasta sauce all over their face, "We can totally tell." your lover responded, making everyone giggle. You loved eating with people you get along, this was like a family reunion or meeting your friends back in college, while eating another vehicle arrived at the front of the restaurant- surprisingly the car was a black limousine, you assumed this person was very rich as hell, the door opened and you saw a foot land out, the person stood up and entered the restaurant, "Good afternoon signore Giorno Giovanna." At that moment you were at the edge of almost choking on your food, there stood the man named Giorno Giovanna, wearing the same clothes you met him before. Your eyes quickly became terrified- the flashback of what happened last night came back, you tried to calm down when you were already panicking as soon as you saw him, you grabbed the menu nearby hoping that he won't recognize you from afar, 'Out of all the places this is what he picked?!' you internally cried out, you tightly hold the menu right infront your face, scrunching your shoulders hoping to be more hidden. But unfortunately  he did saw a glimpse of your face and approached your table, 'Shit shit shit- please don't be here!' "Good afternoon Signoras and Signores." a familiar voice spoke, 'Ah uccidimi..' "Oh! Good afternoon sir." the woman spoke, "Wow this guy looks so cool!" the child pointed out, "Is that you Y/N?" you flinched as he said your name, slowly sliding the menu down you saw his face "Oh- heyy.. Giogio..." you said in an awkward tone,"Giogio? wait- wait Giorno?!" your lover said spoke as if he was very shocked, "This was the man you met?! The don of Passio-" Giorno made a loud ehem sound- making your lover instantly stop speaking, "Don of what?" you questioned, not knowing what a don was. "It's so nice to see you again, Y/N." Giorno smiled at you, seeing him right in front of you sent chills in your spine, you just saw this man watching his ally beat someone up now he's right here right now?!

"Heh.. same goes to you..! yeah.." you spoke nervously, "I apologize for disturbing your eating session, I just wanted to greet Y/N here." you glanced at your lover who had their face expression still in shock, "U-um, that's too nice of you Giogio! you didn't have to.." you lightly chuckled, "Well have a nice afternoon Signore and Signoras, and Y/N." he gazed right in your eyes when he said your name, both of you had a moment of eyes locked to each other and you immediately broke it off, before Giorno could leave your table he whispered something to your lover's ear and your lover nodded in response. Giorno finally leaving your table you felt a bit relieved, a bit relieved because he was actually going to eat in this restaurant too, you quickly finished your food and told the others that you were going to wait outside in the vehicle, you felt so uncomfortable in that restaurant, you felt like Giorno was watching you while you sat there eating in a haste, it just made you want to vomit everything out of your stomach. You rubbed your temples out of distress but your lover soon came out of the restaurant a while after you, he walked over to your side and stood there silently, his face looked blank which made you worried, "Are you alright darling?" you asked placing your hand on his shoulder, your lover sighed and nodded, you were for sure your lover wasn't okay- trying to find the reason why he wasn't, you recalled of Giorno's whisper to him, "Did Giorno say something to you?" you saw your lover's eyes widen, "No no- nothing bad at all, just something is running in my mind that's all." your lover responded, "Okay.." you went back to standing idly while leaning on the vehicle, waiting for the visitors to finish eating they finally came out and you and your lover went back in action.

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You and your lover finally finished another day of touring the tourists, you laid back on the couch while watching the television while your lover was taking a shower, He told you that he had something to show you, you looked at the clock hanging on the wall seeing it was 7pm, what could he be showing this night? Maybe a date night? Some flowers and romantic music in the background, while candles surround the table and a prepared meal on the tabl- you heard a door click, turning your head revealed your lover dressed up, you sat up and asked him, "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise darling." your lover responded, you stood up approached him- wrapping your arms around his and both of you went out.

While walking you kept asking him out of curiosity where you both were going but he still refused to answer, you badly wanted to know as curiosity kept poking you, "Pleaseeee can I know now?" you pleaded, "Nopeee~" your lover teased, you sulked as he said his last no, your lover chuckled knowing you were now in a bad temper but as he patted your head you completely changed your mood, you loved your lover dearly so you couldn't stay mad at him. You both suddenly stopped in your tracks, you noticed and looked towards where you both stopped on- and there you saw what you imagined of, the romantic set up- roses everywhere, table on the food, candles, the smell of aroma surrounding the whole place, this was so unexpected! You immediately blushed as soon as you saw this place, "Oh my.." your lover pulled out the fancy looking chair gesturing you to sit down, your heart fluttered and you accepted his offering- you sat down on the chair and he pushed the chair a bit as you sat down, "I love you- but the don gets what he wants.." your lover said, leaving you confused shock- what did he mean by that? Don gets what he wants? What?! "Don Giovanna, she's here now." in the darkness towards you a person walked out, revealing one and only Giorno Giovanna. Instantly your heart dropped, you froze in your seat not daring to break an eye contact on Giorno's form, "Thank you, you're a very loyal one." Giorno spoke to your lover, he soon switched his eyes to you, making your legs tremble from sheer terror.

"D-Darling.. what's he doing here..?" you were stuttering on your words, even your lips were trembling from fear too, "Oh they haven't told you?" Giorno scoffed, "How about I'll explain it all, shall I?" You didn't respond, only silence spoke for you, "Let's say your so called lover, is a loyal member of my mob, anyone in my mob listens to what I order." you turned your head to your lover who stood from afar looking down on the ground, "He's my boss, I have to listen to what he wants- I already pledged my loyalty to him." your lover suddenly spoke, "See?" Giorno chuckled, Giorno approaches you and gently took your hand and lifted it up to kiss the back of your hand, "And I am here to claim what's mine."Giorno said as he kissed your hand, he pulled out a mask and covered it on his face and you saw that your lover did so too, you were so confused and lost, what's happening? You felt so dizzy- and sleepy, "Slee p well princess.." Giorno hummed, you saw smoke filling the place and soon leaving you to black out.

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You woken up feeling unconscious, you felt something silky under you- you rubbed your legs on it and looking down below was a silky sheet all over a massive bed you laid on, the bed looked like it was king sized. You sat up lost in words, in front of you displayed a massive mirror. You saw what you were wearing- you were wearing a two piece pure white colored lacy lingerie. You heard the door click open revealing of a woman who opened the door, "She's awake Don Giovanna." hearing his name once again your heartbeat raced, Giorno entered the room with a black robe and his hair flowing on his shoulders. As soon as he entered the woman closed the door, leaving only you and Giorno in the room, "You may wonder why you're here.." Giorno slowly approached you while untying his robe, "I'll give you the answer for that." Giorno's robe drops to the ground revealing his naked body towards you, you quickly tried to back off but just as before you were going to move you were stopped by vines tied on both of your wrist- making you unable to move, "Please don't move mio cara, this is what fate brought to me, to both of us." you struggled on trying to snap off the vines, pulling it as hard as you could but it didn't work, Giorno climbed on the bed reaching to your struggling form- he touched your lap catching your attention to him, "Please let me go..!" these vines were unbelievably strong, you didn't have time to think where the hell did these came from but you wanted to focus on getting out, Giorno's hand climbed in your inner thigh- instantly closing your inner thigh he stopped the your other thigh from closing with his other hand, both of your legs opened with Giorno's strength to separating them.

"Look how wet you are Cara, your juices are already staining from those panties.." Giorno said, before you could kick him another pair of vines tied your ankles, "Please stop..!" you cried out, Giorno ripped off your panties with his bare hands, revealing your tight wet pussy right in front of his face, Giorno smirked at you and he spitted his saliva on your cunt, he planted his dick on your pussy and started to grind on it before entering, Giorno wanted to tease you for a moment- wanting lust to enter you while his dick was rock hard on your pussy, his cock rubbing your clit then smacking it with his cock- you made little whining noises while he teases you which he really loved to hear, you watched his cock play around your pussy- you could feel it was so hard right now, it was so big in your view that it made you thought that would that fit you? Would this be the death of you right now? "Mio cara, from now on you're mine." Giorno pushed his cock inside making you instantly moan loud, you wanted to close your legs but the vines that were holding you tight didn't budge, he started to thrust inside- making sure his cock fully dominates the insides of your pussy, you could hear small groans as he pushes his cock furtherly inside- experiencing a tight pussy for the first time Giorno couldn't imagine that, especially if it's actually fucking the person he's deadly in love right now.

His cock finally fully entered inside of you, your sweat trinkled on your face, your legs felt like shaking when Giorno's cock was entering, he started to thrust making him make a sharp hiss under his heavy breath, the pain in your pussy was extremely painful- you thought you could have your first time with your lover but taken away by a fucking psycho who kidnapped you. Giorno pounded on your pussy making you squint your eyes and moan in pain and pleasure- Fuck, your pussy was taking his cock perfectly- Giorno loved seeing your face like that, he could read that you were enjoying this even though pain can be felt during the sex, your voice made him excite the most, It was so angelic hearing your moans because of him, his cock making you moan so loud oh how he enjoys it, he wanted to hear more of your voice as you were already his. Giorno made more pounds in your pussy, your juices already being a lube for his cock- "Good girl.. you're little pussy is so perfect for my cock.." Giorno said while pounding you, hearing his huffs each pound he had to do all you could do was moan, you felt so disgusted for yourself- moaning because of this bastard giving you so much pleasure, Giorno started to pound faster making your turn backwards from all that pounding, sloppy sounds filled the room, moans, groans, heavy breathing touched your skin giving you goosebumps, "F-Fuck.." Giorno held both of your thighs tightly, thrusting deeper he shot out his cum inside- making sure you were so filled up with his cum inside of you, you arched your back from orgasm- you could feel his warm cum stirring inside.

Panting from tiredness you were suddenly released from the vines, shit.. just when you were tired you're released? Well as exactly the Don himself planned- seeing you all tired with that sexy lingerie you wore made him so turned on, with your form resting on the bed he raised your other leg extending open your wet pussy filled with him cum- instead of fucking your pussy again he inserted his cock inside of your ass hole, making you flinch because of how fast he had inserted his cock inside, feeling it was so hard he started to thrust again, you made whining moaning noises as he started to pound your hole, he watched both of your breast bounce with each pound did- he wanted to see how much your breasts could bounce from his pounding- he placed your leg on his shoulder and shifted his upper body lower to yours, he gripped the sheets hard and used all his strength to pound your hole, you made such loud high-pitched ah noises with his strength of fucking you, Giorno knew he was doing great in fucking you by the ass- your ass cheeks jiggling whenever he thrusted so hard, you gritted your teeth because of how big his cock was, it feels so good when it hurts so bad, you ended up gripping the sheets to as if you were holding on for dear life- Giorno's cock started to pace faster than before, making you even moan and groan at the same time, fuck his cock made you crazy- his pounds were always so hard and aggressive, he wanted to make sure you could feel what he's feeling right now, Giorno is pouring out all the love he grew for you ever since, he couldn't stop thinking about you that day- he had to make you his, "Cara I love you so much.." Giorno said following another groan, with one last thrust his seed enters and fills your hole once again, you made the longest moan you couldn't ever imagine- orgasm had you all crazy, he pulled his cock out seeing it was still hard, "You're my darling now." Giorno leaned over and removed the strand of hair on your face and kissed your forehead. From this moment, you had no choice but submit yourself to him.

[princelylove]

How about I make you some tea and biscuit, your highness? ☕ 🍪 I hope it will please you while you help me answer my wondering about this.

I read your work "The Father" that analyze about Bruno. There is a small detail about Narancia get closer to darling. It's maybe not important the reason why, but I just thinking, what if the reason is Narancia fall in love with Bruno's darling. How Bruno react if Narancia (or any other members) fall in love with his darling?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

You know, I’m not really a tea person, or hot drinks in general. I do like one or two kinds, but I don’t have it frequently. I can bear the cold with my cold drink. 

Ohhh, that would be……… bad. Bruno’s the possessive type, even if he tries to hide it. “Man With An Open Heart” and “Model Man” by King Crimson are, ironically, very Bruno songs. Here’s the entire Bucciarati team falling for Bruno’s darling, as a treat. You’ve been good. Hopefully this makes sense, I've been a bit busy lately.

Poor Pannacotta. He’d probably never mention it, but there would be signs. It’s incredibly weird to fall in love with your father’s almost-spouse, but it’s worse to actually make a move on them. Pannacotta isn’t going to ruin his chances at having a safe home- if Bruno suddenly hates him, he loses the one place he feels safe, and probably goes back on the streets. He’s not risking it. But it’s obvious, he’s difficult to handle at the best of times, but treats you oh-so-delicately. You broke something? That’s fine, annoying, but fine. You don’t have any glass in your hands, do you? Ok. Leave, he’ll clean this up. Bruno wants Pannacotta to love you, of course, but not in a romantic way. He’s delusional enough to just tell himself that Pannacotta doesn’t view you as part of the family yet, and that’s why this.. problem has made its home in his perfect happy family. Really, Pannacotta never viewed you as family, more like a random stranger forced to live in his father’s house, but Bruno never has to know.

Naranica is in the same position as Pannacotta, but he has a little more wiggle room. I’m not your son, I just live here! (< desperately wants to be a family with Bruno, ignoring the weird implications). Bruno’s still fairly upset, but he’s not as quick to anger with Narancia- Bruno often forgets that Pannacotta is actually his youngest, since he’s spent more time with him. Narancia’s actually the most vocal, he makes extremely inappropriate comments when you’re here, and when you leave. It’s not uncommon for Narancia to drop a “Is that babe you keep hanging out with coming over today?" or a "Damn..." when you bend over. Bruno scolds him the usual way- through smacking him as hard as he can. He'll knock it off eventually, hopefully.

I do not think that Giorno actually likes Bruno, to be honest with you. He views him more as a… coworker, really. “Man who I happen to be betraying the boss with.” Absolutely no emotional attachment. Bruno is the opposite- he views Giorno as somewhat of a friend, never mind the age difference. Bruno is fond of Giorno, Giorno is the only one who has seen Bruno in a real state of vulnerability lately, so he thinks they have something- he thinks wrong. Giorno will play along, he doesn’t mind playing the long game, but he won’t play pretend forever. Bruno feels betrayed when Giorno makes his move- unless, of course, he’s dead. Then he can’t do much thinking at all, can he?

Guido is not about to cuck the man that bailed him out of a multiple decade sentencing, but looking is free. If you can’t handle someone checking out your partner, you’re probably insecure. Checking you out isn’t a crime, plenty of people do it in a non-invasive way. It’s natural for a human being to acknowledge another as attractive. Guido’s fine with settling if you really do love Bruno- or if he thinks you love Bruno- so he won’t compete, but he’s not going to abandon his spot as #2. Bruno’s not the happiest about Guido trying to get into your life- you already have a family, but… he supposes it can be a little bigger. As long as he doesn’t try to touch you too much. (He will.)

Spare Leone the guilt, he can barely find it in himself to speak to Bruno, this can’t be happening. He’ll just shut up and let the feeling pass, or cope about it later. Until he sees the way you smile at him, whether it be genuine or not, and he just melts on the spot. A little crush is fine, as long as he doesn’t… say anything about it… to the man that saved him… Bruno has mixed feelings, on one hand, he really trusted Leone to watch you, and that is now ruined. On the other hand, it’s great that Leone is feeling emotions again and getting out of his slump! It’s just a shame he’s going for someone who is already spoken for.

[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.”

[sanjisluvbot]

⋆˙⊹MASTERLIST˖⁺ 🪼

Extra disclaimer : I will not do smut for minors, I can give you a little kiss or something but that’s it.

SERIES:

Isekai Yandere Strawhats 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Strawberry fields josuke x black fem reader Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 ( maybe )

Miguel O’Hara x Black Fem Reader Pt1 Pt2?

Isekai Yandere Strawhats CH 2 1

ONESHOTS:

Sanji x Black Fem Reader GOOD DAYS

Isekai BNHA x Black Fem Reader

Don’t Drink The Tea

Nami x Black Fem Reader Time well spent

Zoro x Black Fem Reader Time apart

Yander Josuke x Black Fem Reader ( Aged up )

Portgas D. Ace x Fem reader live

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x BNHA Black Fem reader

Isekai Platonic Yandere Strawhats

Getou Suguru Hopes And Dreams

HEADCANNONS:

Platonic Yandere Todoroki

Bakugo X black Fem realtionship HC

Bucciarati x Black Fem Reader relationship HC

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Distrustful reader

JOJO:

One piece:

My hero academia:

Naruto:

Chainsawman:

AKI X Black Fem Reader

SPECIFIC CHARACTERS:

Katsuki Bakugo:

Todoroki Shoto:

Jotaro Kujo:

Josuke Higashikata: Strawberry fields

AKI:

Gojo Satoru:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Nanami Kento:

Sanji: A prince’s wish

Zoro:

Eustass Kidd:

Killer:

Trafalgar Law:

Portgas D. Ace: Live

Hatake Kakashi: The student becomes the teacher

Shikamaru:

[noaltbruh]

@multifandom-hcs Hope you're having a good day too! :))

Bruno and Hermes dating hcs ❤️

Hermes 💋

Chaotic gf. I don't know if you're an introvert or an extrovert, but she will most definitely be more hyped than you for anything.

Loves to try new things with you and go on all sorts of date! From carnivals, to road trips, to that one random place you saw and you're not quite sure if it's a restaurant or a sex shop, but you'll find out together!

Wakes you up at three am. because she just got an idea for what you could do together and you have to do it NOW.

Big on PDA, she's constantly touching you or holding you near her even when you're in public, HECK ESPECIALLY when you're in public.

Loves to show you off to the Stone Ocean gang and can't shut up about how great her partner is.

Definetely teases you and gets even mushier with you if she sees you getting shy.

She'll speak up and stand up for you in any situation, whether that is a stand battle or someone cut in line in front of you.

Always has the biggest grin on her face as soon as she sees you.

Loves to drag you in troubles, but she honestly just wants to have fun with you. Don't worry, if things get out of hand, she knows how to handle policemen.

I think her kisses would be a bit rough, like you can just feel how eager she is to feel her lips on your body.

Is literally always complimenting you and your look, calling you hot, beautiful, handsome, pretty...Whatever you prefer!

"Breath taking as usual, caro/cara!" "I'm...Literally in my pajamas" "Your point?"

Shoplifts for you, I'm sorry. Like- maybe you just saw a cool jewel in a shop and told her you liked it, without really thinking much about it. The next day, you find that exact jewel at your front door.

Opens up about her past and how much she misses her sister, it's one of the few times she genuinely seems sorrowful.

Would love you even more if you accepted to visit her sibling's grave with her. She might cry on your shoulder, so please comfort her.

On a more optimistic note, if she visits her on his own, she even talks to her and you and how awesome you are.

She lets you keep your stuff in her tits without even having to ask her, it's just routine for you two by now.

Loves to do your makeup. Alternatively, if you don't wear it, she still asks you if she can try it on you because she's fully convinced you'd look great with it.

VERY flirty and completely shameless about it, no matter who is watching.

Can't cook lol, but she will gladly take you to any restaurant you like and she'll offer to pay for both of you!

...Yeah, pay.

Bruno 🤐

The boyfriend ever.

He's so romantic and gentle he literally makes me want to cry because he's so perfect and VSGABCAHZCSS.

Just being near him makes you feel safe, you'll never have to fear being judged as long as this man is your partner.

He's calm and understanding. No matter if something is troubling you or you're simply in a bad mood just because, he'll never lose his patience with you.

Encourages you in everything you do, whether that is a small task or a lifelong goal you're trying to pursue, Bruno will always be ready to support you and help you in any way possible.

Might be a bit busy from time to time due to his job, but he makes you to call and text you anytime he gets the chance too. He loves hearing your voice and he wants to be sure that you're doing alright.

He never closes a phone call without an "I love you, tesoro" at the end.

Will make up for the time he missed once he gets back home. He'll do whatever you want to and there aren't limits to how much he's willing to spend for his love.

Do you want to go on a trip to France for the weekend? He already has two tickets and a reservation in the best hotel of the city.

Remember that very fancy restaurant in the city center? Guess who has already reserved a table for two with a beatutil view on the entire city?

Truthfully, however, Bruno enjoys anything as long as he gets to spend it with you. Despite his role in the mafia, he also loves simpler, everyday life with his partner.

Even just going to the local market to buy something together makes him so incredibly happy, and gives him a sense of normality in the mess that's his life.

Not super big on showing affection in public, at least not as much as Mista or Narancia- but he always maintains even a small touch between you.

He loves to hold your hand as you walk, lets you hold on to his arm, or he wraps his arm around your waist.

Way more touchy and flirty in private. Bruno is smooth and knows excabtly where to provoke you or what to tell you to make you blush.

He puts his hand under your chin or on your cheek if you were to look away from him. You can see his proud, little smirk on his face.

The best cook in the gang, male wife material. His fish dishes are the best you'll ever try in your entire life.

Speaking of that, he'd love to go fishing with you. It reminds him of the time he spent with his father and sees it as a way to continue his family traditions. After all, you are his future wife/husband.

He has the kindest look on his face while explaining to you how to fish and it makes me want to explode.

He loves to massage your shoulders, for some reason. Maybe because it helps you relax, but it just feels very intimate to him.

He rubs your back and kisses you on the forehead whenever he hugs you. His embrace is warm and you wish you never had to let go.

Gives you flowers or any sort of gifts on the most random occasions. Don't worry, buddy, you didn't forget and important date, he's just a sweetheart and wanted to give you a present to make you smile.

Also, since you're dating him, you'll now have to take care of five children, aka the gang. I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself the moment you became his partner.

Don't worry, Abbacchio will help you... Perhaps.

On a more serious note, Bruno would love to have a family with you in the future. This man is MADE to raise children, adopted or not, anything is fine for him.

He thinks you'd be a great parent, but of course, if you don't want to be, he'll never force it on you :)

[depravitymoon]

For yandere Team Bucciarati, what is something that would make each of them genuinely be like, "Merda, I went way too far"?

I hate that I'm gonna make this short, but I think the answers are simple enough to be short: When they break or nearly kill darling.

Warning, this will get dark and mention death and su*cide.

Bruno - When you're going crazy from the maternal responsibilities: Child rearing, pregnancy complications, or God forbid near maternity death.

Fugo - When he nearly kills you, especially if Purple Haze got called out by accident.

Giorno - When his punishments of self-isolation mentally breaks you.

Narancia - You wont talk to Narancia after harms you with his knife.

Trish - When you have to be hospitalized after she destroys all your relationships with others except hers with you.

Mista - When you'd rather be dead than be Mista's girlfriend. Only then would he realize his violent jokes weren't jokes to you.

Abbacchio - When isolating you leads to depression and you trying to take you own life.

[abbacchiosbelt]

Jjba Bruno prompt #24 with interrogation :)

You're already shaking with nerves before you step into Bruno Buccellati's office. You'd only met him a scant few times after your family had come pleading to Passione for protection — and each time had unnerved you. His unnerving gaze seemed to hover on you when you were in his presence. You'd never willingly choose to stand in front of his office's doorstep, but a summons there by Bruno himself had forced your hand. Your family made it more than clear that saying 'no' wasn't a possibility.

Behind you sits some of his crew, their eyes burning into your back as you stand silently, your hand raised to knock. Your muscles refuse to let you move, and a bead of sweat begins to roll down the back of your neck. If you weren't sure your family would be punished for your disobedience, you'd turn tail and run as fast as you could.

Before you can move, the door in front of you swings open. You see Bruno seated behind his desk, and he beckons you forward with the crook of his finger. The question of how the door opened if he was sitting behind his desk was only a fleeting thought. You enter quickly and the door shuts seemingly by itself. Flustered already, you huff out a surprised noise, and you hear a low chuckle across the room.

He was amused by how nervous you were. Heat creeps up your neck as you swallow the verbal jab you wanted to throw at him. You hated Passione, and that extended to the man in front of you. It didn't matter that you'd heard good things about him from nearly everyone in the neighborhood - you refused to trust someone who aligned themselves with the mafia.

You finally come to stand in front of his desk. Though he was seated, it felt as if Bruno towered over you. His presence made the fight or flight instinct in your brain flare to life, and it was all you could do to not reconsider your earlier plan of running away.

"I assumed I wouldn't need to explain why I called you here today." Bruno offers no pleasantries as he immediately begins whatever it was he had planned to say to you. He doesn't give you time to reply, folding his arms on the table as he leans forward and continues to speak. "That blank look on your face when you stood at the door told me I was wrong."

You shift, uncomfortable. How did he know what you looked like when you were standing out there? Before you can question him, he gives you a look that keeps your mouth shut.

"Come here." Bruno gestures to his side of the desk, and you swallow thickly. What did he want? You follow his words, cringing inwardly at how easily you gave in to him. You hadn't even been able to choke out any words. He gives you an expectant look when you round his desk to stand before him. “No, not there, in my lap.”

You grimace, unable to stop yourself, and he smiles. "You really are naive. Your family didn't tell you what kind of deal they made, did they?"

You're pushed by an unknown force into Bruno's lap, awkwardly splayed across his legs. Your heart skitters in your chest, anxiety and fear clawing its way into your nervous system. It was all too much in such a short period of time when you hadn't even known why you were here in the first place.

You're held steady in Bruno's lap even though his arms remain on either side of the chair he sits in, his lips curled into a smile that made your skin crawl. "I suppose I shouldn't keep it from you any longer. When I told your parents of my interest in you, they jumped to find a way to make me happy." He pauses, letting his words sink in. "Today was the day we agreed you'd come into my possession, and in return, they'd get a hefty discount on their future fees."

"Wh-what? What the hell are you talking about?" You finally manage to find your voice, adrenaline surging. "You're lying. Just tell me how much my family owes, and I'll pay it."

Bruno begins to laugh, throwing his head back as if you'd told the funniest joke he'd heard in years. You don't know how to respond, wordlessly sitting on his lap until he finally stops.

"Sorry, sorry." He starts. "It's just, you really have no idea, do you? Your family owes multiple generations of debt. It didn't start with your family, but your parents were more than happy to pay their share by way of... well, you. And I told them I'd consider beginning to chip into their remaining debt if you behaved. I suppose they were too cowardly to tell you what they'd done before sending you to me."

Bruno sneers, as if they were the only ones making poor moralistic choices in the situation.

The pit in your stomach that had been growing before you'd walked into Bruno's office practically feels like a black hole now. You want to hold on to something, to grasp at something tangible, but any movement would put you closer to Bruno than you already were.

"Don't worry about them," Bruno interprets your silence as acceptance, unwilling to consider you'd feel any other way. "We'll make a new family. Together."

[ddarker-dreams]

Calcified Cage.

Yan Bucciarati x F Reader x Yan Fugo.

A glimpse into a "bad end" from Scarlet Ribbons.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, implied power imbalance. Word count: 1.5k.

Pannacotta Fugo knew on an intrinsic level that nothing good was to come from this private meeting with Bucciarati. 

For someone who prefers to make judgments on empirical merit, this odd bout of premonition felt uncharacteristic, further adding to his unease. For all intents and purposes, it shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. Bucciarati often consulted him in private over various Passione concerns. 

In private, yes, but never in the total seclusion of his humble home along Napoli’s outskirts. 

Fugo can count the number of times he’s been here on one hand. Normally, if Bruno needed to discuss an issue with Fugo, he’d ask him to stay behind after the gang finished eating their meal at Libeccio. The mixing of business and home life is considered taboo in this profession. Although Bucciarati is a bachelor who lives by himself, Fugo figured that he adhered to this unspoken virtue on principle alone. 

When Fugo finishes reading the letter in his grasp, it’s no longer a mystery why his leader has taken these precautions. The paper trembles like a leaf in the wind, Fugo’s grasp on it weakening. 

“You understand what this means, don’t you?”

Bucciarati’s voice sounds far away, despite his position a few feet across the table. Ringing resounds in Fugo’s ears, quiet at first, yet building in an all-consuming crescendo. The melody it weaves is melancholic at its core. A tragedy cast by the indifferent divine, thrusting him into the spotlight, where he stumbles through his lines as a lead character. 

He has to tell himself to breathe. 

Inhale. 

For if what’s written crawls into reality— 

Exhale. 

—He’ll no longer have a reason to.

Fugo downs a glass of water his host generously had the forethought to provide. His fingers grip the rim tight enough that his knuckles nearly turn as white as his complexion. 

“Are you asking for my legal counsel?” he manages to get out. There’s a rasp in his voice that he can’t hide, regardless of his best efforts. He can feel his collected mask melting from his face like wax on a candle. There won’t be any welding it back into place once it’s gone. It’ll require time to mold one in its predecessor's likeness — time he most certainly doesn’t have.

“No,” Bucciarati gives an answer he somehow already expected. “I want to hear your personal opinion.” 

“My… personal opinion? Is that really necessary?”

“It is.” 

It shouldn’t be. This is about as black and white as a dilemma can get. Trying to mix the colors on a palette to form gray would be impossible; a fool’s wish. The shades are so diametrically opposed that he’d sooner find success in combining oil and water. 

His esophagus burns like he’d just drunk hard liquor instead of water. 

“This is… good,” he fights back a wince at the wooden delivery, “For— for her, I mean.” 

Something tells him that even if he had put on the performance of a lifetime, Bucciarati still wouldn’t have believed him. 

“For her,” Bucciarati echoes dryly.

Fugo inwardly curses his clumsy word choice. There’s no point in concealing his cards, he may as well have just laid them all out for Bucciarati’s viewing pleasure. He loosens his tie. The quiet intensity radiating from Bucciarati is suffocating. He’s reminded then that while he greatly cares for and respects the man sitting across from him, Bruno Bucciarati is, at his core, a mobster. 

And there’s nothing more dangerous than a mobster who feels his family is under threat. 

You are, in essence, the heart of Bucciarati’s ragtag team. 

This letter is proposing to transplant you into another body. An objectively healthier body. 

To do without you would be to live as a dead man walking. 

Fugo feels the phantom pain as if his chest cavity was being split in half by spectral hands. No anesthetic, no scalpel. Just raw, brutish force. Your nonsensical questions he pretends to find irritating are his veins. The blueberry pancakes dutifully arranged in a smiley face on his birthday, the arterioles; how you reach for his hand in crowded areas so as not to get lost, the capillaries. 

You are snowball fights and hot cocoa in the winter, beach trips and shared gelato in the summer. 

(“I can’t ever decide which flavor I want,” you’d lament, wilting all the while. It never took long for you to blossom again. “I know! Fugo, get this flavor, and I’ll get this one. That way I can try both!” 

He’d sigh and pretend to consider it as if he hadn’t made up his mind the second you smiled at him. “Fine. I’d rather not hear you complaining if you ordered something you don’t like, so… just this once.” 

“Just this once,” you repeated. 

He’s never turned down your request in the times you’ve asked since). 

Bucciarati leans back in his seat. He crosses his legs, folds his hands onto his lap, and smiles. Fugo is so put off by this shift in demeanor, the dissonance both perplexing and unsettling him. He sets the damning paper down for the temporary reprieve straightening it out provides. It points west, toward the window behind Bucciarati, where the sun’s final rays for the day crawl through. 

“You love her,” Bucciarati says it as casually as one describing the weather. 

Fugo’s entire body goes numb. 

“... I do.” 

“Do you love her enough to make her hate you?” 

He’s been on the defensive throughout this entire interaction. He’ll allow himself one retort, one provocation. 

“Do you?” 

The softening of Bucciarati’s expression says it all. 

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t.” 

Right. Fugo isn’t sure if this is a conversation so much as it is an interview, his most pivotal test since joining Passione’s ranks. For once, he didn’t need to study. Passing with flying colors isn’t the issue. It’s deciphering the purposefully cryptic manner that Bucciarati has been conducting himself that poses an obstacle. 

However, when he stares into Bucciarati’s resolute eyes, he thinks he might be starting to crack the code. 

The promise he made to himself to reprise his role of an obsequious soldato is broken as easily as it was made. 

“Forgive me for being blunt, Bucciarati,” he means it too, “But what exactly are you getting at here?” 

“I won’t be able to conceal this for long.” 

Nausea swirls inside him and bile claws its way up his throat. He swallows it down, despite how dry his mouth feels. 

“The way I see it, we have two choices,” Bucciarati takes a deep breath. Pausing like this must mean he doesn’t savor the flavor of what he’ll say next. “Her happiness or ours.” 

It’s debt that brought you into Passione and debt that’ll keep you here. Fugo considered how you were taken advantage of in such a desperate position truly unfortunate. Cruel, even. The offer of a loan that’d take considerable financial strain off your family. You didn’t know to look for jargon that’d increase the interest rate to something unholy, Passione was clever like that. 

The worst mistake of your life is what led you to be the best thing in his — and so many others would attest the same.  

However…

You are bright, but even the most radiant light is destined to flicker. 

Living under the same roof as you for two years has taught Fugo much. He sees it, how you hesitate to take the phone when he tells you your parents are on the line. He hears the telling hitch in your voice when you spin another falsehood about why you can’t come home for the holidays again this year. He feels the wetness on your pillowcase when he goes into your room to retrieve a book you borrowed from him. 

Your debt is what shackles you here and this letter is offering to break the chains. 

You've successfully won over many key individuals during your tenure. The would-be benefactor who penned this letter — Signore Conti — had deep influences and even deeper pockets. His wife had taken a particular liking to you during a bodyguard assignment. She must've caught wind of your predicament somehow and beseeched her husband to intervene.

Fugo sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "There's really no other way?"

"I'm open to suggestions, Fugo."

Questioning Bucciarati's resolve is just a weak attempt to stall for time. For Fugo to still be sitting here, even entertaining the possibility of snuffing out your future for the sake of maintaining his, he must've already made up his mind. The mere implication of Bucciarati's designs would've inspired righteous anger in most — not this internal weighing of pros and cons Fugo is neatly arranging on a scale.

"... We'll need to handle this delicately," Fugo says. His stomach feels like it's turning inside out. "We can't outright reject an offer like this from such an influential figure, it'd be considered an insult. Accept it on her behalf. Then... to ensure she can't go anywhere, I'll reach out to our contact in the bank and have her account frozen."

Bucciarati steeples his fingers. "It's a start."

That night, innumerable plans are formed, with you unknowingly starring as the centerpiece.

No matter how cruel, how unfair, it is silently agreed upon that you are their lifeblood, an organ essential to their survival.

And a heart cannot remain in place without the bones that make up its cage.

[thecw-unicorn]

Yandere! Giorno Drabble

The lovely, beautiful, stunning, and amazing @mrsgiovanna is hosting a Giorno month for his birthday in April, and as soon as I saw those yandere prompts I just HAD to write something so here’s my contribution!!!

TW: toxic behavior/relationship

He had given you another gift.

It was too much. The way he’d look at you. The way he’d talk to you. So loving, so sickening.

As if he wasn’t responsible for the panic attacks, the endless hours of weeping, begging to be let go. It was a vicious cycle, seemingly incapable of being broken.

You often cycled between sadness and anger most days, often accompanied by helplessness. Every day was a battle to find the will to even get out of bed.

The locket sits in front of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, intent on an answer. “…it’s lovely.” You answer. It was the truth. A rose shaped locket, with delicate moonstones as the leaves surrounding it. It was beautiful, and yet you couldn’t stand to look at it. “I really don’t need it, Giorno. This is too much.” You were surprised at how fast the words came out. As if the barrier holding you back had suddenly burst. Giorno chuckles slightly, leaning forward and gently grasping your hand, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain. “I just want you to have the loveliest things, amore.” He mumbles. He gives you a sweet smile, and raises your hand up, and places a small kiss on it.

“Would you like me to put it on?” He asks. “Umm..sure” you quietly reply. He smiles, then steps behind you, taking great care to gently sweep your hair over your shoulder. He takes his time to place the necklace around your neck, and clicks the button in place, straightening it up one last time, and smoothing out your soft hair. He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to admire it. He’s always loved your hair, and frequently insisted on styling it for you, opting to braid it most of the time, with specific flowers threaded throughout. His action causes heat to spread across your face, silently thankful he was behind you.

He never failed to make you blush, much to your annoyance. He could cause your anguish and deep bottomless pit of despair, and yet would be the only one to comfort you. He’d give you the most beautiful and unique flowers. He’d hold you in his arms on the worst nights. You hated it. You hated how good it felt. You hated how he would cause you to retreat to your room, trapping you with nothing but your emotions (most prominently your sadness and anger), and how after a few days, he’d lure you out with sweet and cooed words without fail. You hated the confusion of it all.

“Is everything all right, cara? You seem distracted.” Giorno asks, jolting you from your thoughts. He’d already sat back down in front of you. He could always tell. Know every single thing about you in that one moment. It made you feel hopeless, or like a glass statue, made to be seen through. “I just miss my family.” You said, doing your best to seem as sad as possible. He always got overwhelmed by your tears. That was the one thing you felt you had over you. He may have just about all of Italy in the palm of his hand, but you held his heart. At least, that’s what he told you. It was hard to believe, with the extreme isolation from anybody that wasn’t him, or his immediate close friends. He’s always treated you gently, almost loving. Despite this, you didn’t trust him. Physically, he can do anything to you whenever he wanted, although he vehemently swore to never ever raise a hand to you, and that promise has remained truth in your time with him. But still, his muscular and tall, imposing figure still kept that fear alive.

You heard him exhale sharply, and can see the clenching of his chin. Whether it was from your sad tone, or the mention of your family, you weren’t sure. You knew how much he didn’t like it when you brought up your past, especially your family and friends. “Amore, we’ve been through this.” The annoyance was clear in his voice and face. You could feel your blood running cold. Would this be it? The final straw? He hated repeating himself, he told you, and you’ve mentioned your family a few times. How much more of this talk would he handle? You shudder to think what he would do if you had pushed them too far. He sighs. “They have their own lives. And we have ours here together.” He says after a tense and uncomfortable silence. He sees the impact on your face, the way your shoulder crumbles in defeat. He didn’t hate your family, not truly anyways. He merely wished you would stop concerning yourself with them. It’d only cause more heartache.

“Can’t I just see them? One last time, to say goodbye. Then I won’t mention them ever again. I promise. Please.” You emphasized, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t help them, but you knew they would affect Giorno even more so. He closes his eyes and turns away, not able to stand the sight of you crying as you suspected. He hated it when you begged. It reminded him of all the other people who would come to him, begging for his assistance with whatever task. How they’d go on their knees, particularly sobbing and swearing to do whatever for him. Seeing you begging like the others made his stomach churn. You were different, you were special. The others most of the time were by no means decent. You were, and so much more. You shouldn’t have to grovel the way the others did for his attention and aid. You are so much more special than the others, and you couldn’t even realize it most of the time.

“Cara…” he starts. “You know I would give you anything and everything your heart desires. But that is too dangerous.” You shouldn’t have been surprised. Anytime you asked about your friends or family, or going outside the villa, you were always denied on the basis of the danger. Not once have you ever seen or heard of these so-called dangers he feared so greatly would come upon you. “You are my wife. I vowed to keep you safe, and I will do anything to achieve that.”

You cringed, feeling your stomach turn. You detested when he referred to you as that. You didn’t consent to this life, to this mockery of a marriage between the both of you. You remember that day. Or specifically, that night. You were dreading the idea of getting intimate with him, and could hardly eat any of the finely prepared food that was served to you that day. That night, the both of you retreated to your luxurious hotel room, Giorno had attempted, (for a lack of a better word) to consummate the marriage. He’d kissed you gently, several times, patiently waiting and seeing if you gave consent, and attempted to rouse you, slowly sliding your dress off. You couldn’t remember what happened next, everything being an emotional blur. Whether he said something, or the reality of it all came crashing down, you were then sobbing, retreating to the bathroom, and spent the rest of the night hiding. You could barely face him the next morning. After that, Giorno hadn’t tried to be any more intimate than a kiss.

“And yet, there’s been no threats. Ever.” You said, it coming out much more spiteful than intended. “That you know of.” Giorno adds. “I may not tell you much, but believe me, there is much more happening than you realize.”

Of course there was. You thought. Of course, there’s some big bad guy out there who wants to do nothing more than to hurt me.

“I don’t want you worrying about those things. You don’t need to know. You tell others I’m nothing more than a monster, when all I do is try to protect you!” He said, desperate to get you to understand his point. He had one final gambit for your understanding.

“Just today. There was an intruder in the gardens.” He quietly revealed. “He had pictures. Of you. He obviously had help and there are others…but the goal is clear. He is just the first.”

You were stunned. Is this true? Surely, it couldn’t be. As if reading your mind, he pulls a folder from the drawer of his desk. Inside, you quickly identify photos of…you. He wasn’t lying to keep you here. He wasn’t exaggerating to make you frightened of the big, bad, scary outside world. You could see the various angles of you. In the garden, mostly. Reading, looking at the flowers, or just staring off in the distance. The images of you were brief, mostly obscured by the surrounded area, as whoever took the photos did their best to remain hidden and unidentified. You could feel the fear creeping in. You really were in danger. There really was people out there who wanted to hurt you for no reason other than to hurt Giorno.

Speaking of, he immediately picks up on your change in demeanor. You couldn’t remember what happened next, only that his warmth enveloped you, keeping you upright so as to not let you fall. His cologne filled your senses, now more comforting and familiar than ever. He gently strokes your soft hair, inhaling it’s scent. The action is awkward, as if he could barely keep his own hand from shaking while attempting to comfort you. “Don’t worry;” he cooed, “I won’t let them hurt you. I swear to it”. You could feel the tension easing from your shoulders, giving into him. The tears that fell from you had buried into his clothing. Was he always this way? You wondered. Have I been so blind in my hate and despair? His presence now comforting, as opposed to irritating and overwhelming like before. Maybe he was right. Maybe he is the only one meant to take care of me…

Giorno quietly opened the bedroom door, not wanting to awaken you. He had spent the better deal of the remaining evening and night dealing with the trespasser who intended to take you from him. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hold back on someone who wanted nothing more than to hurt you. You, an innocent, a bystander who’s done nothing to nobody to warrant any kind of harm. The thought of others out there still watching made him enraged and sicken to his gut. He didn’t want to rest, not now, not when there’s others who know of your existence.

You roll over, mumbling slightly in your sleep. He’s spent many a night watching you sleep, often when sleep can’t and won’t find him. He watches as your chest slowly moves up and down, making sure nothing is amiss. You were almost at peace, save for the information he told you earlier, far away from his mental anguish and turmoil at this situation. It hurt him, truly, to see you so frightened and upset, but it was the only way for you to understand. You’d be frightened before, when you first arrived, fearful he’d take your body, your life from you just for the sick pleasure of it. Caging you wasn’t for the sake of keeping you to himself, but for you to be safe from his world of deception, lies, and backstabbing. One he couldn’t have you coming into at any cost necessary. It took time to build some wavering form of trust between both of you. While Giorno would’ve preferred it to happen sooner, knowing you were here and safe made him content enough.

But even now, you weren’t safe. Not in the one place he thought you could be. Not when it was the sole reason he’d brought you here. The knowledge cut deep, to his core nearly. He swore to you, to himself, and the universe he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and healthy. No matter what. He couldn’t help be recall the song he’d once overhear you listening too.

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds…

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 1- Different |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, sexual conversations, threats. MA.

Living a life of violence and crime was a thing that you've grown accustomed to living in Naples, Italy, for so long. You yourself committed crimes, using your stand to cover up and evidence, but now you found yourself an active member of the underground criminal underground. Activity: You were a part of a hit man team, being given a few offers you couldn't refuse.

Refusing.. you found yourself refusing, but Risotto kept his composure. All the men seemed to as you were convinced to not only join this team that consisted of six members and one leader, but you seemingly got roped into being a girlfriend to all seven of them. Then you got moved out of your apartment, your stuff being packed as Risotto permanently moved you into the base. You weren't afraid. You never felt fear towards them. You felt annoyed to be dating seven men, and you were annoyed to be forced to work as a team now. These men.. if you didn't hold your own, they would walk all over you. That was clear.

"So Y/N," Formaggio muttered as he leaned forward, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he looked at you, green eyes red and gloosy due to his after work celebration. "How the fuck you know Leaky Eye Luca girl? You need to tell us stuff about yourself, we wanna know you." He smirked, taking a puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke towards you.

You sat across from him, your eyes on him as you slightly wrinkled up your nose, not being a fan of the thick smoke cloud that wrapped around your face. "I used to sell drugs for him," you told him, causing Formaggio to tilt his head to the side slightly, seeming intrigued suddenly.

"You ever fuck him?" Illuso questioned, a smirk appearing on his face as he looked you up and down.

"No," you replied, more annoyance than calmness in your tone as you spoke to Illuso. After being here only a few days, you already hated Illuso, being annoyed at Risotto for making you date Illuso too. Most of these men really annoyed you so far. You weren't really clicking with anyone aside from Melone, the crazy clingy men always being what you usually went for anyway.

"You can only fuck us now anyways, don't let me catch you cheating. I would hate to have to knock your teeth down your throat," Illuso told you, his threat causing you to roll his eyes. "Girl, watch the attitude. I mean what the fuck I say."

"You were literally at the strip club last night, and I know what happens at those low lighting strip clubs," you told Illuso, causing him to glare, cutting his red eyes at you. "You idiot."

Melone suddenly piped in, his hand clamping down on your thigh. "You aren't going to hit her Illuso, and Y/N isn't going to run around and cheat. Just trust her, and don't put ideas into her head." He always seemed to step up and defend you. That's why you already had sex with him.

You've already had sex with Risotto, Melone, and Formaggio. With Illuso and Prosciutto you’ve just given them head. Ghiaccio and Pesci.. nothing, which was fine. You didn't really find yourself having any meaningful relationship with these men anyway. This was.. business, you saw this as simply business. Of course you would be loyal, you've only fucked two men in the past before getting involved in all of this, being awkward with men and preferring sex toys or the occasional rare escort. You were kind socially awkward, even when selling drugs or committing disgusting crimes you kept quiet tried to be as quick as possible.

"The strip club is what men do in our profession, alright? It's where we conduct business. You just fucking stay here and mind your business like a good little housewife should," Illuso snapped at you, his smirk appearing back on his lips. "You're a woman.. stay in a woman's place alright?"

"I'm not a fucking housewife," you snapped at him. "You know, I've killed people before. I could be taken ser-"

"Women shouldn't be in the mafia, out with all the men doing dirty work. It isn't good for business," Prosciutto chimed in as he walked into the base living room, shutting you down as he always seemed to. "Your stand is very strong, useful, but your work is behind the scenes, and it'll stay that way." He sat down next to you. "Risotto told you that you wouldn't be killing anymore. You killed due to lack of self-control. Also, your refusal to even show your stand.. come on Y/N. Be happy with your place."

You turned to face him, cutting your eyes at him. You didn't kill because you didn't have any self-control.. well, sometimes you killed due to your line of work. These men outside of the mafia that buy drugs have tried stuff on you, so you kill them. If you read the paper and you see a rapist got out, then you kill them. You see a violent homeless man? Kill him. A man cuts you in line? Follow him home and kill him. The funny thing is you've only ever killed men. No woman ever tried to hurt you or short change you. Still, you made sure never to fuck with the mafia, Risotto finding you was a mere stupid mistake on your part. You should of tried to run, but he didn't try and hurt you so you just let him take you.

You were a fighter, but not with these men, really.. you kind of picked your battles, and Risotto mentioned to you that Prosciutto was second in command, so you didn't want to argue with him unless necessary. He was.. too dominant, too bossy for his own good. Formaggio told you Prosciutto had three ex-wives, and they all filed to leave him.. you could see why. Prosciutto was hot, but he was extremely conservative, thought the men call it "old school," whatever that means.

You wanted to say something smart to Prosciutto, but you couldn't think of anything. You also felt intimidated by him. Prosciutto intimidated you more than Risotto did. Maybe it was because you found him highly physically attractive. "Whatever."

Prosciutto seemed to be annoyed with your reply, but he ignored it, instead deciding to continue, "Well, you are our.. girlfriend now? I guess it could be called that, and that means you need to stay home and listen to us. Be good and be submissive."

"First key to submission is to take your clothes off and strip for us," Illuso told you. You heard the flick of Prosciuttos lighter as he lit up a cigarette.

"Slow your fucking roles," you snapped at them, causing Prosciutto to smack your thigh. You felt a dull sting but you had no reaction, the smack causing only a slight tingle to your pussy. "Don't be like that."

Prosciutto sat back, puffing away at his cigarette. "This is just how things have always been, and it's how things should be. You'll be fine, we're going to take care of you."

You did not want to be taken care of - you missed your old studio apartment and how lonely you always were. But, you had to look at some pros. You got better weed now. You could be happy about that, and you really liked Melone a lot. Also, you had a feeling Risotto would let you kill pretty soon, and that made you feel another tingle.

You shrugged, causing Illuso to let out a laugh. "Fuck you're so quiet, you need to learn how to speak to up more. Why don't you tell us about all those crimes you committed? You are ours now after all, we wanna know you," Illuso told you, causing you to glare at him. "Still nothing? You can't just keep only telling Melone shit. How are we supposed to trust you? You could be wearing a wire right now." It was clear Illuso wasn't being serious, wanting to mess with you.

"She's not wearing a fucking wire, Risotto knows everywhere she goes. Stop talking out of your fucking ass," Prosciutto told Illuso. "No cop is gonna fucking be suspicious of her, they'll just think she's a clueless girlfriend."

You turned your head towards Ghiaccio, his eyes on his computer as he busily typed away, not paying the group any attention. Risotto was in his office, and you had no clue where Pesci was, but you assumed that he was in the dining room as he always was.

"Who's staying here with her tonight? I'm going home tonight, I gotta go to the dentist tomorrow," Melone spoke, causing you to instantly look at him, seeming upset. "Well, I can take you with me. Want to come with me? I would love to take you. Just come home with me."

You were close to saying yes when Prosciutto suddenly spoke up, "You've been with her every waking second for the past five days. Take a break, I'll stay with her tonight." Your frown deepened. "Oh, stop with that pouting. You need to be a girlfriend to all of us, not just Melone."

"I call dibs tomorrow night," Formaggio replied, putting his cigarette butt in the crystal ashtray that rested in the middle of the dark wooden coffee table. "She likes me. See how she ain't frown more?"

You shrugged at Formaggio, causing him to give you a grin. "I don't really care who stays with me if it isn't Melone." You then turned towards Prosciutto. "I want to be an assassin. Behind the scenes is boring."

"Didn't I say no or are you fuckin' deaf?" Prosciutto snapped. "Goddamnit woman, when the man says no it means no."

"Is the man right here in the room with us?" You questioned, causing Prosciutto to immediately smack you upside the head. "You literally just concussed me." You felt a dull ache, but you were just being dramatic. He didn't concuss you.

"Stop being dramatic. That hardly hurt. Learn to watch your mouth, you keep pissing me off," Prosciutto snapped at you as he stood up. "Now stop questioning me, I'll be back in a few hours."

As Prosciutto began to walk away, you spoke, "Where do you think you're going? I don't remember you asking for my permission." Maybe if you showed him how annoying it was when he controlled you, he would stop.

He froze, turning back around as he looked down at you, his feet slowly starting to step back towards you. As his hand balled into a fist, Melone stood up, blocking Prosciutto from getting to you. "Just go Prosciutto, she's kidding."

"I am a grown man, I am in charge of you. You aren't in charge of me. You are beneath me in every way," Prosciutto snapped at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a woman. You're our woman, meaning you just shut up and listen always. That's your job. Understand that girl?"

You shrugged your shoulders at him, causing him to glare at you one last time before turning away, walking out the front door and slamming it shut.

"Goddamnit Y/N," Formaggio snapped at you, pointing a finger at you. "You've gotta stop pissing him off. If you wanna fuck with someone fuck with Illuso or Ghiaccio."

"Don't tell her to fucking bother me," Ghiaccio suddenly snapped, his dark eyes glaring at Formaggio. "She's not bothering me at all, I want to keep it that way!" He turned his attention back to his computer, completely ignoring your existence. In Ghiaccios eyes it was as if you weren't even a person, just a prop that he seems to not be interested in. Fuck it, fine by you. He seemed like a total jack ass.

"Bother me, and I'll stick my dick in your mouth," Illuso told you, causing you to immediately stand up. "Come on, I'm joking around!" As he reached forward to grab you, you shook your head, walking past him, shaking your head once more as you felt his hand smack your ass, a loud pop sound filling the air.

"Stupid," you called out as you walked into your bedroom, softly closing the door. You let a low sigh escape your lips as you walked over to your desk, sitting down at the leather rolling chair that was slightly pushed out. You sighed, closing your eyes as you leaned back in the chair - this new life was definitely an adjustment for you. Aside from Melone and Formaggio, these men were not very likable. Maybe you were judging too hard. Or maybe you were right. Or maybe you were just insane.

[yanderememes]

What if Yandere Bruno met a darling that's a stand user with a kid? Or if darling's kid was a stand user?

Bruno wouldn't mind since it's just a kid after all. He won't be afraid to put him/her in their place if they try to fight him, though. He wants to make it clear that he has authority and is his future step-father. Bruno will love the child with all his heart but will set boundaries. This capo isn't going to let a child run them over.

I imagine darling's kid doesn't like Bruno because they don't trust him. So they often fight over every petty thing lol

[yachiblanca]

NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yan!Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

another request in wattpad :)

Word count : 2,666

Contains : Smut

Y/N was an old recruit of Bucciarati's gang, she got recruited along with Mista whom the person she gets along with very well. Let's say Mista and Y/N are hella partners in crime, a shoulder to cry on and a ride or die friendship, a potential duo Bucciarati sees. Bucciarati would always put Y/N and Mista together when it comes to a mission, as being an old member of the gang Y/N of course gets along with everyone, though she barely interacts with Abbacchio. Abbacchio would mostly ignore her most of the time, only talking to her when it's actually necessary or important, one time she tried to have a chit chat with Abbacchio but Abbacchio just finds ways to ignore her at some point, Y/N always wondered why, did she say something wrong? something she did? Recalling everything she did from the beginning she's pretty sure she didn't do anything wrong but her mind still stayed confused. You did ask Bucciarati if Abbacchio hates you or somewhat, but Bucciarati assures you that Abbacchio doesn't hate you or hold and grudge against you, even if you plan on asking Bucciarati this type of question multiple times as time passes by Bucciarati would always answer the same, Abbacchio doesn't hate you. You weren't sure about his answer but Bucciarati being the leader and knowing Abbacchio longer than you was believable enough.

But there were times you would catch him staring at you or taking small glances by the corner, his eyes were almost like as if its staring deeply at your soul, though even if you catch him watching you by the corner of your eye you chose to ignore it, it must be a coincidence catching Abbacchio like that you thought, but as months pass by you just keep seeing him watching you, move by move, inch by inch. It did give you the chills of course, but still you chose to ignore it and considered it as his normal behavior, I mean Abbacchio had a quiet nature after all, right? One night you were asleep but heard a creaking noise of something, your eyes slowly open seeing a tall dark figure at the entrance of the door peeking inside, your vision was still blurry as it was in the middle of midnight, but seeing that figure made your heart immediately drop. You batted your eyes but when you had to blink again the figure was gone, you couldn't sleep again that night. You didn't tell anyone about that event but you became extra cautious after that, locking doors, closing windows, making sure everything was locked. Hell you even bought multiple attachable locks for your door, Bucciarati asking you why you answered it was for 'extra safety' Bucciarati shrugged it off. After attaching those locks you felt the biggest relief, No one can ever come in right?

But even with those locks the dark figure knew how to open it, you awoke one night hearing metal clicking and sounds of keys shaking, you stayed in your position pretending to be asleep with one of your eye peeking, your heartbeat raced fast, seeing more of those locks unlock one by one made your legs shiver, you swallowed the lump in your throat while trying to focus on pretending to be asleep. Finally the door unlocked, the door slowly creaking and opening, the dark figure again showed up, peeking again. You really couldn't see its face, but he was for sure tall, the only information you knew. You felt so cold while the figure just stared at you, it looked like it didn't know you were pretending to be asleep, you thought about just straight up attack the figure but what if it's a stand user though? You don't know how it could attack you, you might even end up dead if you attempted to attack the figure, so you still chose to keep pretending until the dark figure was gone.

But something weirdly confusing happened. One time you asked Mista to help you with grocery shopping, after a few hours of finishing you come back to the base, going back to your room you saw the door opened, why was it open?! You swore that you locked it with your own keys for each specific locks, "Huh?!! I could've swore that I locked my room!" you stood there in shock but suddenly Abbacchio exited your room, "Your room was wide open dumbass." Abbacchio spoke, you were surprised Abbacchio talked to you for a moment, but the door part made you unsure, did you drink too much coffee this morning that you couldn't remember that you didn't actually lock the door? But, what was Abbacchio doing in your room?! You were about to ask but cut off by Abbacchio immediately answering you "I was investigating something, Bucciarati ordered me to." he said while walking off. But Bucciarati wouldn't let someone investigate a room without the person's consent.. maybe this was very important? You entered your room checking if something was taken but none seem to be taken, you sighed heavily. Then realization finally hits you, How did Abbacchio enter? There were so many locks though.. It's utterly impossible for him to enter with those locks with codes and need of a key, it was impossible for the others too but Abbacchio? Was it him that entered that night? Your fear slowly crawled on you then entering to your guts. You froze in spot but disturbed by Mista shouting your name downstairs.

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 The gang all hung out in their usual spot, which was Libeccio, you sat beside Mista and across you was Abbacchio listening to music with his headphones, you were paranoid of Abbacchio, it scared you under the bottom of both of your feet to the very top of your head, still figuring out was it really Abbacchio or was it just your imaginations, you rub your chin with your eyebrows furrowed together suddenly Mista landed a hard pat on your shoulder making you flinch, "Ow! Hell what was that for?!" you groaned, Mista laughed at you "You've been in that position for the past 25 minutes! Tell me, something up?" Mista got curious of what you're thinking about right now, I mean staying in that same position made him wonder why isn't your back hurting from all that thinking? He would've been a crying old man if he was in your place, "Nothing's wrong, just something random and stuff." you shrugged, Mista raised a brow with a smirk, he placed one of his arms around your shoulders "Are you thinking about m-" You shoved Mista's face with both of your hands together pushing his whole head away, "Keep dreaming." you chuckled, Mista made ow noises as you push him more further while you tried to hold your laugh, "Oh it's on!" Mista grabbed both of your hands with both of his opening them wide together, he pushed both of your hands making you the one to be pushed back but you fought back by pushing his hands back, "You're gonna lose you know?" Mista said with a smug on his face, "Is that so?" you smirked, you used your whole strength pushing both of Mista's hand further than he could do.

Mista suddenly lets go of his strength making you fall on his chest, the other gang members looked at the both of you with different reactions painted on their faces.

Narancia with his jaw dropped, his expression in shock and amused after you landed on Mista's chest. Fugo looked disgusted, his brow raised. He was surprised a little but he knew this would happen while both of you were fighting. Bucciarati grinned considering this was a evil flirty act of Mista, Finally Abbacchio, Abbacchio developed a dark shadow on his face, he gritted his teeth but it was unnoticable, his head stayed lowed making it look like he didn't see a single thing, but secretly he watched the both of you the whole time filled with jealousy all over him, he felt so blood raged seeing your body against Mista, his head feeling like it was boiling, his arms crossed together the whole time his hands clenched hard. He didn't like seeing this at all, you belonged to him. He was just about to plan his first move on you but ruined by Mista, Abbacchio was so pissed off at this moment. "You asshole!" you immediately flustered, "Aww I didn't know you liked my chest this much can I try it on you-" You grabbed Mista's ear pulling it while pinching it as hard as you could, "Ow! OW! OW!" Mista whined painfully, you were still flustered and decided to shake it off by taking a smoke outside, "I'm going smoke." you let go of Mista's ear when it looked so red. "I'll get you back anytime soon!" Mista said as he rubbed his ear gently, "I'll be sure to keep an eye out of that." you smugged and stood up to walk out, you noticed one of the seats were empty, Abbacchio wasn't in his seat, "Hey Bucciarati where's Abbacchio?" Bucciarati faced you while he sat "He said he had to deal with something." you hummed in response and continued to walk out.

You outside of the restaurant knowing you didn't really carry any cigarettes with you, you just wanted to get out of the restaurant because of embarrassment, 'Never playing fights with him ever again.' you sulked, you decided to take a walk for a while. The street was empty only street lamps lighted up the sidewalk, you walked for a while thinking about how did Abbacchio enter, you connected dot by dot, piece by piece, making up theories that made sense. The more you walk the more the dots connected, Abbacchio entered without any knowledge of the codes and without any keys, He didn't kick the door at all, he couldn't possibly climb on the window when he said the door was wide open. Leaving the only choice that he used his stand to open the door, His stand had the ability to imitate the form of individuals and reenact past events with precision, that could be very possible he used his stand ability. Your eyes widen, No one could ever enter your room for sure, It was Abbacchio the whole time.. "Holy shit.. I knew it-" you were cutted off by a hand covering your mouth and pulling you in a dark place.

You struggled and tried shaking your body to get out from this tight grasp from behind, you tried to look behind but the strength was too strong, you tried to scream but only muffled screams could be made. Your body was still dragged but stopped on its tracks when you both were in a dark place with a dim light, the hand finally lets go of your mouth but took ahold of both of your hands holding them together at your back, you gasped for air and quickly turned around to see who dragged you here, "Abbacchio..?!" you looked at him with anger, Abbacchio looked at your bare eyes with his filled with jealousy and rage, "You don't know how much I fucking hate Mista right now." he slammed your body on the wall while he still took hold of both of your hands, "What?! The hell is wrong with you?!" Abbacchio smacked your ass and rubbed it hard and slow, "You, You made me so fucking crazy as if you casted a damn fucking curse on me." Abbacchio groaned and slid off your leggings with ease, "Look what you just made me feel.." he whispered behind your ear sending you chills in your spine, "W-what?!" Suddenly feeling a sharp pain inside of your ass making you moan, Abbacchio's long cock entered inside of you without problems.

He started to thrust in your tight hole making him make a sharp hiss under his breath, "F-fuck.." Abbacchio moaned, he pounded your ass making your breast jiggle from how hard he pounds, his cock felt so hard inside of you, feeling its head twitch. Abbacchio wanted to fuck you out of your life at this point, his jealousy taking over him just made him go insane, He loved watching you at any moment, but seeing you on Mista's chest triggered him, Abbacchio thrusted deep making you moan louder while Abbacchio's cock dominates your hole. Abbacchio spanked your ass cheeks making a red hand print on your ass, "Now who do you belong to hm?" Abbacchio said while he pounded your ass fast making you have difficulties on answering his question, Abbacchio spanked your ass this time much harder, feeling the sharp pain on your ass you answered "I don't belong to anyone you sick fuck!" you said with a moaning tone. Uh oh, Abbbacchio didn't like that answer, "Oh I'll make you know who you fucking belong to." Abbacchio  pounded deeper in your ass making you shriek with tears developing at the corner of your eye. After even a few of Abbacchio's cock thrusting and pounding inside of you, your juices already squirting out, His cock was so long he had to make a long thrust everytime he had to pound, you tried to hold your moan but failed everytime his cock fully enters. Feeling of reaching orgasm Abbacchio suddenly stopped when you were about to reach, leaving you feeling so unsatisfied mixed with lust inside of you.

Abbacchio turned your body to face him, looking at his chiseled face, eye to eye, he smirked and quickly used his arm to make you kneel on the ground facing his hard cock with cum dripping on the tip, you still panting he inserted his cock inside of your mouth without any hesitation, you tried to pull out your head by grabbing on both of his thighs but his hand forced you to keep sucking his cock. You sucked his cock so deeply that you were deepthroating his cock so good, Abbacchio scrunched your hair when you suck his cock fully in your mouth, your wet saliva making a use of being a lube, his cock sliding in and out so easily. He started to use both of his on the back of your head and made you suck his cock faster, your eyes felt red and your nose too, you were making choking sounds because of how much Abbacchio's cock was inside in your throat, the tears in the corner of your eye finally falling down. Abbacchio loved watching you in this view, seeing you suck long hard cock so perfectly, this was all he ever wanted to see. You were more beautiful in this view, he was in so much lust when he just had to watch you from afar, daydreaming of fucking you was now a dream come true. Your saliva dripped while Abbacchio's cock fucks your whole mouth, Abbacchio made sharp hiss sounds whenever he wanted to make you deepthroat again, he clenched your hair hard making you squint your eye in pain while sucking off his cock, he was going fast and way deeper than before, Abbacchio's mind filled with erotic images of you while you suck his cock, he was finally reaching his orgasm and made low moaning sounds, his breath panting faster while you watch from under. He shot out his cum inside of you, filling your whole mouth up with his seed, his cum even entered your throat too. All of his seed overfilled your mouth making his cum squirt out of your mouth too. 

He pulled out your head out of his cock, you immediately choked and coughed when he had finally took out his cock out of your mouth,  Abbacchio grabbed the back of your hair and pulled it, making your face gaze to his eyes, "Now who do you belong to now?" he smirked. You coughed one more time while your chest raised high and low.

"You."

[princelylove]

My Prince,

If it would be to your liking, would you share your personal intelligence rankings, which you spoke of in the tags of a previous request, to the court?

Thank you, Your Highness.

Intelligence is classified by your ability to apply things you already know and the skills you already have. You can be bright but slow, or a quick thinker but lack experience. There's many things to take into account when talking about intelligence. This may not make sense, as I am a bit loopy from switching meds recently.

Loosely:

Giorno is obviously at the top. I think it's criminal that his intelligence is listed as a B on his stats. Giorno doesn't slack in any of the things I understand intelligence to be, he applies absolutely everything he has and somehow never misses. Giorno spent his entire childhood figuring social etiquette out the hard way, he's hard wired to figure out what to do and not to do as quickly as possible. To Giorno, survival means being the best of the best. Has he always been absolutely perfect? No. Has he always bounced back? Yes.

Trish is fairly young, it's a bit unfair to put her up against grown men. She takes after her father in many ways- one being how clever she is. She may not understand stands yet, or why she couldn't just stay home and never go out again, but she's very quick to adapt. Trish did well in high school, she had a high gpa and did lots of extracurricular activities, which just means that she's a hard worker. Her ability to adapt and her natural curiosity is what leads me to believe that she's on the higher end, it's just that she lacks experience pre canon. Post canon, she's a force to be reckoned with. A Trish that understands how to fully use her stand, how to do what her father did and make someone disappear entirely, and how to manipulate the public so they think her kidnapping victim lovely darling is on tour with her is a very dangerous Trish indeed. If this is strictly pre-canon, bump her down to the middle-lower end.

Some people may not like Guido being in the top three, but I'm fairly firm on it. Guido's a quick thinker and has managed to stay alive for this long. Does he understand things like infections and germs? Not really. Could he, if you explained it to him? Sure. Guido's street smart- he never went to college, but he reads a lot. He's a curious guy! If something interests him, he'll look into it. He's got great instincts and a ridiculous amount of luck, which isn't intelligence, but often will help him figure out what's going on. He checks for Sale's shadow under a truck, he yells at Narancia for not telling him the stove was on and it wasn't safe to fire his revolver. He knows what he's doing, even if it seems like he's just fucking around until something clicks. That's kinda scientific theory, isn't it? Fuck around and find out? Yeah, he gets it.

Pannacotta... the author Her Highness does not believe in IQ tests, as most people who claim to have a high IQ got it off of some online test made to stroke the quiz taker, but I believe Pannacotta is very intelligent. He's just not socially intelligent, which bumps Trish and Guido above him. He left behind his prissy, rich lifestyle in favor of being homeless for a little while before Bruno found him- he's left behind most manners and forgotten most unspoken rules. In this case, Trish and Guido outdo him. What worth does purely academic intelligence have if you cannot apply it, and it has nothing to do with the situation? Pannacotta is intelligent, but he isn't creative enough to apply what he has. Who makes a vaccine on the spot like that?????? If he wasn't so in his head all the time, he'd probably be a lot scarier. I mean, who thinks to put capsules in things you're not supposed to be touching anyway?

I think it's a bit silly to put Bruno so low when he is, in fact, an adult with a fully developed prefrontal cortex. I don't think Bruno is unintelligent at all, he's a man of average intelligence for his age. He's only so low because everyone above him is not average, even if they pretend to be. An older, more mature Pannacotta would have him in too many categories for comfort. Guido has him in reaction time and blind instinct, and while some may argue that isn't intelligence, it's applying what you've got. Bruno can be a little slow at times mentally, but never in combat. He pauses to make decisions that would take Giorno a split second. He makes mistakes that, although he makes up for later on, he still makes in the first place. He's formidable- he has experience and knows how to use it, but he's not very creative.

Narancia's not all there all of the time. It's not fair to say Narancia's stupid because he isn't good at math or academics in general, you can be smart and have weaknesses. But not Narancia. He's a little lacking. He doesn't try to make up for it at all, but he's figured some things out that he definitely shouldn't have before, saving him from dead last. Narancia has some crazy instincts, but he doesn't really know what to do with them. Instincts don't equal intelligence, but it helps. He'll take credit for anything you're willing to blame on him- FUCK yeah he figured out you're trying to escape 'cause you left some shit on the table. (He felt it in his tummy and got anxious that you're leaving him.)

Leone went through some schooling, but he barely passed. You could always argue that he was too depressed to do his work, but I personally don't believe so. Leone's slow and prone to picking the hard way- not because he's a masochist, but because he's been living off of going "Well, one of these is right." for the past three years. He's just happy he finally got a stable job. His instincts are terrible, his reaction time is shit, he has very slow realization in general- the list goes on. Does that mean you're getting off easy? Nope. He's still taller, and stronger. Doesn't take a lot of brains to pin someone, especially when it's muscle memory. Leone can bump himself up over Narancia eventually, but only because Narancia is emotionally stunted. You have him in the emotional maturity (aha. Leone and emotional maturity?) category, and what else? Get a grip. Leone knows how to do more- makeup and cosmetics is a skill, so is media literacy- but Nara's got him in reaction time, realizing that dots do in fact connect, and learning how to put you in your place at a faster rate.

[thornybubbles]

I Never Go Around Mirrors (Yandere Illuso X Reader)

Note: I’ve neglected La Squadra members for far too long and I wanted to fix that. Still, I think this little story is kinda meh. I will try to do something better for Illuso next time.

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This wasn’t the life that you wanted to live. It was never in your plan to live on the run spending your every waking moment glancing over your shoulder and your every night wondering if you should take the risk and go to sleep. You made sure that when you left, you would head out to the country, staying as far away from any place that could possibly have a mirror. You managed to get far enough away that you managed not to panic when you found the mirrors in the old farmhouse that you rented. You got rid of them immediately, tossing them into the river behind your new house and watching the current carry them away. There had only been four of them; one in the bathroom and one in each bedroom. If you needed to see your reflection that badly, you could just marvel at your tired, haunted appearance in the river water. You weren’t totally sure how his abilities worked, but you were fairly certain that he could only use the reflection of a mirror. It had been a few days and he hadn’t tracked you down yet, so that must be the case. 

You were foolish enough to allow yourself to relax. It didn’t last long. Eventually, your paranoia would just not leave you alone. You started to notice an odd echoing sound that was driving you crazy. It sounded like a faint knocking at first and you ignored it, thinking it must be distant hammering from some construction work miles away. The echo carried far out where you were. The Italian countryside was beautiful, lined with mountains and flowering meadows, but it was not as peaceful as you had hoped. Another day passed and the knocking was beginning to sound like footsteps: slow, deliberate, stalking, mocking… 

You couldn’t stand it!

It had gotten to the point that any reflection was unbearable. Each time you caught a glimpse of yourself on any reflective surface you would panic, expecting to see him standing behind you. He wasn’t there. He was never there. Still, you didn’t want to take any chances. The silverware was replaced with cutlery made from non-reflective material. The old brass knobs throughout the house were replaced with dull metal. You made it a point to stay away from the river from now on. If you didn’t stand in front of a reflection, then he couldn’t see you. You didn’t care if his abilities could only be used with mirrors. You were not taking any chances. 

Another day or so passed. That echo was getting louder. Footsteps. They were definitely footsteps! They were closer than they were a few days ago. Now you could hear them coming up the driveway, up the steps, right up to the front door! Your eyes darted to the stained glass window adorning the door. There was nothing there. No familiar silhouette darkened the doorway. Still you kept glancing down at the knob as if expecting it to turn. It never did. You almost let out a laugh at how badly your imagination was running away with you, but the footsteps started up again. They circled the house a few times, giving off the air of someone who was on a casual stroll. You jumped up from your seat and ran to the record collection that came with the house when you bought it. The house was a treasure trove of old trinkets and homey decor left behind by its previous owners. The record collection was one of your favorites. At that moment, you needed it to save your sanity. 

You picked a record at random, placed it on the record player, placed the needle in a random position on the record, and started the player. An old country song began to play, the twang of a steel guitar covering up the sound of the footsteps. As long as you couldn’t hear it, it was fine. You stared around the parlor trying to find something else to help you relax. Your eyes settled on the bookshelf next to the unused fireplace. Just as you did with the record, you chose a book at random. You didn’t care what the book was about. It could be anything from a dull historical chronicle or an ego-driven celebrity autobiography and you wouldn’t care. As long as it took your mind off of the overbearing feeling of being hunted, you would devour each and every word. You took a seat on the overstuffed sofa, relishing the softness of the cushions, and opened the book. 

What the hell?

You stared at the page and the gibberish written there. You didn’t recognize the language at all. It wasn’t English, Italian, or any other language that you recognized… until you took a second look. 

It was Italian… but the words were all reversed. 

You shot up from the sofa, dropping the book to the floor in horror. That could only mean one thing. 

A low, familiar chuckle startled you. You looked up to see the man you’d been trying to avoid all this time standing by the record player. He lifted the needle from the record, stopping the song and filling the room with silence. He turned to you, giving you a smug grin. 

“I was wondering if you would ever figure it out.” he said with an uncomfortably calm laugh. 

His smug expression became one of soft adoration as he turned to look at you. 

“You really hurt me when you left, mia amata.” he said. “You promised that you would stay by my side forever…” 

He began a slow saunter over to you and you backed up, staring at him with disbelief.

How did he find you?!

“Everything was peachy between us until you discovered what I did for a living. Honestly, I don’t know why that matters so much to you. I suppose it is a little scary if you aren’t used to that kind of thing, but as my lover you should be willing to stick with me no matter what. I know you’re scared, but you made a promise and I think it’s only right that you keep it. I gave you all of my love. Don’t you think you owe me the same?” 

There was a dangerous undertone in his voice. He was angry, but the way he was looking at you made you wonder just how angry he was with you. His hand darted out and you flinched, squeezing your eyes closed in anticipation of pain. It never came. You opened your eyes to see him bending down to pick up your book. He opened it up and flipped through a page or two before closing it with a snap and placing it back on the book shelf. He offered you another smile, this one was devoid of the usual smugness. He was giving you the look of someone that was totally smitten. It looked out of place on his face now. You’ve seen his gleeful expression as he cruelly beat someone that made the mistake of accidentally locking eyes with you. You will never forget the rage in his eyes when someone got a little too friendly with you for his liking. You’d seen that dark side of him before and the image of it was burned into your memory. He didn’t seem to realize that you had already made your plans to leave him long before you found out that he was a Mafioso. 

“I have to admit that I was pretty mad with you when I found out you were gone.” he said, suddenly wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “I thought you’d abandoned me… but I realized that you didn’t really  want to leave me.” 

You stopped struggling in his hold to give him a questioning look. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked. 

He pointed back to the record player. 

“You probably didn’t even realize it, but you instinctively choose a song about a man who couldn’t stand to see his own reflection because he no longer saw his lover standing next to him. You were thinking about me, even though you didn’t realize it.” he said. 

He ran a hand along your arm until he came to your wrist where he traced his hands along the bracelet you wore there. 

“And here is another reason I know you still have the hots for me,” he said, voice taking on an arrogant, teasing tone. “You didn’t take off the bracelet I gave you, even though you knew it would lead me right to you.” 

Your eyes widened and you pushed out of his embrace. He didn’t bother to stop you, just stood there in an odd pose while he watched the realization flow over you. You lifted your arm to your face and examined the bracelet. Along with the diamonds that adorned it, you were horrified to discover that the bracelet was lined with little mirrors. Illuso chuckled and you looked up at him, dread plastered on your face. He frowned when he saw your expression. 

“Oh, wipe that look of shock off of your face.” he growled. “Stop pretending like you didn’t keep the bracelet on because you wanted me to come after you.” 

“No,” you offered  a weak protest. “I wanted to get away from you! I wanted you out of my life!” 

Illuso’s frown deepened and he closed the distance between you. You tried to back up but your escape was blocked by the wall. 

“Look, babe, I like playing a good old fashioned game of hard-to-get, too, but you’re taking this too far.” he huffed. “You missed me and you know it.” 

He placed his hands on either side of your head and you felt your heart fall. You thought you’d managed to escape him for good this time. You thought you’d been so careful. You hadn’t even looked at the bracelet when he got it for you. You’d been so concerned with pretending to adore it and worrying about the blood money he’d used to buy it for you at the time. You hadn’t considered that it would be lined with mirrors. 

“I have to admit that I’m getting a little tired of the game, though.” Illuso said, breaking you out of your thoughts. “This is like, what, your third time running out on me? Or is it the fifth? Well, whatever, it’s starting to piss me off a little bit. So I think that I’m going to put a stop to it.” 

You looked him right in the eyes when he said that. What did he mean by that? 

“What are you going to do?” you asked in a frightened whisper. 

Illuso grinned in his usual smug way, but you couldn’t ignore the sinister feeling it gave off. 

“I think I’m going to leave you in here, at least until you get over that little running away habit of yours,” he said. 

“Leave me… in here…??” you repeated, not sure what he meant. 

Illuso pushed off of the wall and looked down on you with disdain. 

“Don’t act stupid,” he scoffed. “You saw the writing in the book was reversed. Surely you’ve figured out by now that I’ve pulled you into my mirror world?” 

You gasped in horror. You sputtered words at him, but none of them formed a sentence. Illuso watched you struggle with your disbelief before he laughed and snapped his fingers in the air as if he suddenly thought of something. 

“Oh, that’s right! I never told you that I could do that, did I?” he said. “That’s right, your lover boy can not only travel from mirror to mirror, but I can actually pull others into the mirror world with me. Heh heh, it took me a little while to catch up with you because I had to find this place in the normal world, but I managed. The way you ransacked this place of all its mirrors almost made me think that you actually didn’t want me to find you, but you kept the bracelet on, so I know that’s not the case. Either that or you didn’t think the mirrors on it were big enough. Just so you know, it doesn’t matter what size the mirror is, I can move through it and pull in others. In fact, you’ve been in the mirror world since about three nights ago. You’re a really heavy sleeper, by the way.” 

The way he smiled at you then chilled you down to the marrow in your bones. 

“You can’t keep me in here, Illuso!” you shouted. 

Illuso scoffed. 

“What’s stopping me? You can’t get out unless I let you out, so you can’t run from me anymore.” he said. 

Suddenly he pulled you to him, both of his arms were wrapped around you in such a way that your own arms were pinned to your sides. You tried to squirm free but he tightened his hold on you. 

“Quit that!” he shouted, annoyed by your struggling. 

You froze and he smirked. 

“That’s better. Now, I don’t really have anything important to do today, so I thought that you and I could spend some time together. You’ve been gone for so long and I missed you so much. I think we should make up for lost time. What do you think about that?” He said, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

You whimpered pathetically, but said nothing.

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Okay how about Platonic Yandere Tiziano and Squalo and abandoned child

Okay so I have not gotten to part 5 of Jojo's yet actually so this is kinda based off of wikipedia and Youtube clips. Sorry if they're kinda ooc, but when I get to part 5 I may revisit this. Didn't want to leave you hanging and thanks for requesting. My apologies for the shortness, but I was having a hard time imagining scenarios for Tiziano and Squalo bc I don't have a good feel for their character yet

Italy, although known to most as a warm and beautiful country, can be quite cold at night.  You’re not sure how much longer you can last, and you can’t even remember the last time you had a proper meal.  The hunger and the cold gnaws at you, draining your willpower.  Curling up in an alleyway, you conserve what little body heat you have left.  When you awake, two pairs of bright, piercing eyes, blue and gold, fill you with a type of warmth you didn’t know existed.  Your head is fuzzy from sleep though, and you can barely hear their hushed whispers.  

“Tiziano…. What do we do with it?”

“We can’t afford the distraction.  The boss is counting on us.”

“But look at it, it’s so pitiful.  Can we keep it?”

“Them, Squalo, they’re not a dog.”

The two men are pressed close to each other, whispering in each other's ears.  The act is so intimate, and you feel cold again, tears stinging your eyes as the bitter feeling of loneliness overwhelms you.  A warm hand brushes away a tear from the corner of your eye.

“You’re coming with us, bambina.”

It turns out, being sequestered inside with food is better than being free outside with no food. The two men don't let you leave the little room they brought you to, and sure, sometimes it's boring when they disappear for long stretches of time, but at least you're alive. At least you're not cold anymore. You'd do anything to stay here with them. Anything to not be alone anymore. And they know it. They take full advantage of it. You don't know they discuss how to keep you dependent on them late at night. You don't know they bring up your past and your family on purpose to remind you how good you have it now. You don't know what kind of people they really are. You'll sleep soundly at night, on a bed they provided, none the wiser.

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

A snippet of "Freddo", a yandere!ghiaccioXreader under the cut:

Formaggio tried to warn you many times about Ghiaccio's sudden violent outbursts. You found it hard to believe since Formaggio never looked really concerned for his friend, but rather preoccupied about his 'party pooper’ attitude.

According to him:

If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz.

When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people.

Even if you seriously doubted about the 'killing' part, everyone on the faculty thought that Ghiaccio was a bit of a weirdo.

Not that engineers in general aren’t labeled as ‘weirdos’. However, Ghiaccio was giving all those signs of someone you shouldn't approach.