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Stained Red Prequel - Before The Pain |Yandere DIO x Reader Fluff|
Warning: strong language, threats. MA.
      Your red high heels clicked against the hardwood floor gently as you carried two empty wine glasses in one hand, the other hand gripping a wine bottle. You wore a tiny little black dress, the dress hugging all of your curves perfectly.
       You entered Dio's room without knocking - it was now the room that the two of you shared together. "Master?" You called out, closing the door behind you. You sat the wine down next to his bed. It was dark in the room. Only a faint light glowed next to the bed from the single white candle. "Are you in here?"
      You let a gasp escape your lips as you felt cool hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the familiar large form of your lover.
      "You've kept me waiting for a long time, and that greatly displeases me," his velvet voice called out as he dropped his lips to your ear. "That's very naughty of you, and I also saw that secret conversation you had with dear old Hol Horse. Asking about who the Joestars are." He squeezed your hips tighter.
       You let a low gasp escape your lips, shocked that he found out. Dio never informed you of much. He liked to keep you as clueless as possible in case you had some moral compass. He didn't want to lead you away from his arms. Despite the power he had, he still wanted to keep your feelings towards him true.
      "I keep having to be upset with you, and I don't want to keep getting upset with you. I've been too lenient with you; I suppose that this is all my fault." He let his arms drop from your waist, but he kept his body pressed up against you. You could feel his dark yellow irises on you as his hot breath tickled your ear lightly. "What do you want me to tell you?"
      "Who... who are the Joestars? Where did you get that scar on your neck?" You asked him, trembling softly as you waited for a reply. You hoped not to upset him, for him to keep calm.
      Dio spun you around, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of his bed. "How can I trust you not to leave me? What if the truth casts your love away from me?" He asked, standing in front of you as he placed his palm on top of your head, carefully rubbing your head. "I'll never let you leave me."
      "I know that you are an evil guy, but I don't mind. I love you, and my feelings are true. Until the end, I am by your side," you told him. Though deep down you were a little uncertain but you pushed that feeling aside, casting it away.
      "I wouldn't call it evil, just misunderstood." He removed his hand, sitting next to you as he wrapped his strong arm around you. "I am about to tell you a very long story, buckle up."
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        "Do you still love me?" Questioned Dio as he stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. He had told you everything from start to finish without leaving a single detail out.
      You were honestly both shocked and terrified, but you shook that feeling away. You loved him, and he loved you - he would protect you from all harm, and you should be thankful. Right? "Yes, I still love you. Thank you for telling me everything."
       "Now that all of this is over, I do believe that you are due for a punishment. You went behind my back, and worst of all, you spoke to Hol Horse. I'm upset," he spoke softly as he stood up. "But I don't know how I should punish you.. do you have any ideas?"
"I don't want to be punished, I was simply just curious and too afraid to personally ask you." You hardly asked Dio anything personal, always being much too terrified to ever ask him anything.
       He shrugged his massive bare shoulders, walking over to you as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pressing his smooth lips against yours. As he pulled away, he smirked down at you. "I never thought that I- Dio would have such a soft spot for a mere human, but here you are, proving me wrong for the first time in my 122 years of existence."
You let a gentle blush appear on your cheeks as you looked into his cat-like gold eyes. His smirk shifted into a soft smile as he pulled away from you, reaching in his black pants pocket as he kept eye contact with you. He pulled out a shiny diamond ring, holding it up to you. "Y/N.. be my fiancé. When I defeat the Joestars, we will then marry, and on our wedding night, I will turn you into a vampire."
      "Okay," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as he slipped the ring delicately on your finger. This was.. it was so beautiful. The fact that he planned to turn you into a vampire the first night that you lay husband and wife slipped your mind as you stared at the ring with soft eyes, clearly touched that he proposed to you.
       This was a rare moment when you got to see the more softer side of Dio Brando, the side that he so desperately tried to hide as if he was ashamed of loving someone other than himself. "You are my fiancé now.. you don't have to call me master anymore. You can just call me any nickname you can think of."
      "Kitten," you quickly spoke, a smile appearing on your lips as you giggled lightly. You haven't laughed in so long.. you don't remember the last time that you actually laughed at something.
       Dio rolled his golden eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I look like a kitten to you? If anything, you are the kitten," he spoke softly, wrapping his massive arms around you, pulling you into his freezing bare chest. "Just.. I'll ask you again in 24 hours. How about we drink some wine and celebrate our engagement a little? I can run us a hot bath." He combed his sharp nails gently through your soft hair, chin resting on that top of your head.
       "That sounds good," you softly replied back, burying your head in his cool chest as you wrapped your arms around him. "My love."
      "I like that.. you may call me that in private," he whispered in your ear, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Let's get in that bath.. I can wash your hair for you."
     You blushed fiercely as a giggle yet again escaped your lips. "That sounds perfect." You loved him like this.. loved him when he wasn't so sadistic towards you. Was he changing into a different person right before you very eyes? You truly didn't know, but over time, you hoped to know the truth.. for now, you were just simply just going to enjoy this precious night, pushing every worry that you had to the side.
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Stained Red |Yandere DIO x Reader Dark Lemon|
Warning: strong/violent language, threats, extreme physical violence/abuse, noncon (forced, violent), dark themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse. MA - read with caution.
As soon as your fiancé Dio Brando entered your room, you were met with a harsh slap, causing you to fall back on your bed. You could only assume that he was upset at you, his golden eyes holding pure anger as he stared down at you with disgust and rage.
"When I give you an order you fucking listen. I told you to not go outside and you snuck out when I was asleep and you disobeyed me completely," he spoke to you harshly. His undead bare chest heaved up and down, hands balling into fists as his blond locks stood wild and untamed. "How dare you. How fucking dare you!"
You tried to push yourself off of the bed, but you were greeted by his fist crashing into your left cheek, blood spraying out of your mouth as you fell to your right hand side on the mattress. "Y-you.." Tears of pain filled your eyes as blood leaked from your mouth. A deep purple bruise formed on your cheek, his punch almost breaking your jaw.
"Don't you dare fucking move! Stay on this bed and bleed out a little.. I promise you that you'll be in a lot more pain soon." He stood close to the bed now, knees pressing against the mattress as he watched you bleed onto the white sheets, staining them red.
You lifted a shaky hand, ripping the diamond engagement ring off of your finger. You threw it at his face, the ring bouncing off of his forehead before hitting the floor. "I.. I will not marry you!" You screamed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face as you scooted away from him, making your way down the king-sized bed.
        For the first time in your ten months of knowing Dio, this was the first time that you ever saw him shocked, frozen as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. "I'm going to hurt you.. I'm going to make you regret doing something so foolish! That was the worst thing that you've ever done."
You tried to kick him, but his reflexes were too powerful. He caught your other leg with ease, letting go of your other leg as you felt your dress rip off of your body. "No! No.. I don't want this! Get the fuck away from me!" You yelled at him, making him even angrier.
He flipped you over, forcing your back to arch as your underwear was ripped off and thrown to that side. "You're going to get punished like a whore.. you are not going to get any joy from this." Without warning you felt his hands spread apart your ass, his hard erection forcing its way into your tight asshole. "I wasn't going to punish you like this but you will not throw things at I, DIO!" He yelled at you, pushing fully inside of you as his hands smacked across your ass, leaving red handprints.
"A-ah!" You screamed out, hot tears spilling from your ass as he stretched your tight hole out forcefully. "P-please!" You screamed louder, sobbing weakly as he began to move in and out of you, a sharp pain behind every single thrust. Why was he doing this to you? Hurting you.. it wasn't love.
"Begging isn't going to make me stop or go easier on you.. that ring was expensive, and you throw it in my face?" He questioned, disbelief thick in his tone as he wrapped his hands around your waist, fingernails digging into your side as he moved at a rapid pace, ignoring your cries of pain. "I dare you to try and fight back.. you can even use your stand. I fucking dare you to try you bitch."
He was taunting you.. he knew damn well that you nor your stand could fight him off. Slap sounds filled the air as he slammed himself in and out of your tight hole - you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure. All you felt was pain and a deep heartbreak.. you thought that he was going to change.
Instead of fighting back like he dared you, you pressed your face into fur soft mattress, muffling your screams as you felt blood running down your legs as his nails cut into your flesh. His nails were as sharp as knives, drawing blood from you easily.
"Come on.. fight me you little bitch. I bet this is so painful and embarrassing but you're big and bad, right? Stop me," he taunted you even further, rolling his hips as he pressed your body fully onto the bed, removing his fingernails from your sides. "See? You'll never be able to fight me. From the moment I laid eyes on you.. I claimed you. You are my property."
"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," you cried out, voice muffled. Pain shot through your body as he moved faster, each stroke more painful than the last. "I'm sorry.. I promise.. just please," you didn't even know what you were saying. You just wanted the pain to go away.. that's all you wanted.
"I promise that the next time you cross me, this will seem like child's play. Let this happen again and I'll beat you to a pulp and then fuck all three of your holes for hours. I'll tie you to the bed and torture you," his voice was low, warning as he gave you three more painful thrusts before cuming deep inside of your anus.
You felt something press into your anus, plugging up the tight hole and assuring that his cum wouldn't leak out of you. Your cheeks and ass held sore.. blood still pouring from your hips and staining your legs with deep red. You felt so disgusting and you were so embarrassed.. you were never going to forget this day. You fucking hated him.
"That was your last warning.. keep my cum inside of your ass for the rest of the night as a reminder. I'm going to go run you a bath because you're filthy but don't expect special treatment tonight. You don't deserve to be kissed or cuddled." He walked away, heading to the bathroom and leaving you a sobbing mess.
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You sat in the bathtub, red staining the water as tears filled your eyes, rolling down your bruised cheeks. You disobeyed him again.. you upset him, and he attacked you. So easily did he hurt you, and you couldn't stand it anymore. So badly, did you now want to escape his evil grasp, knowing that despite how much you love him, he'll never change.
You felt his cold golden eyes peering at you as he sat across from you on the toilet seat. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you wished that he did.. you wished that he would just leave you alone. Why you? Out of everyone that DIO has encountered, why did he pick you to be his? You now feel like the unluckiness woman in the entire universe.
"Why must you always upset me? Why do you always force me to hurt you?" His voice called out, tone filled with thick anger. "You have no choice in the matter of staying with me. You are my property, and you will marry me and spend eternity with me."
You brought your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees as sobs escaped your lips. These sobs weren't low. They were loud and pained as your body shook in the warm water. You couldn't contain yourself in this moment.. your tears couldn't be silent because you were truly hurt - you finally cracked. He finally broke you.. and it hurt so fucking bad because you thought that he changed.
You felt his cool hand appear on your back, and you flinched away, "Please don't.. please don't hurt me anymore! Please," you cried out, voice cracking at the end as you held yourself tighter. "Just.. kill me. Please k-kill me," you said in a shaky voice. Death was terrifying, but it would end the pain.. you wouldn't have to spend an eternity in fear.
His hand stayed frozen, an unsettling silence filling the air as you felt his eyes peering down at you. "Despite what you may think of me, I would never kill you, so don't you ever ask me to again," his voice dropped to a whisper, warning you. "If you act obedient that I wouldn't have to hurt you. You did this to yourself."
"You.. you beat me, and you force me.. you.. you," you shook your head, tears filling your cloud of vision. You couldn't do this.. arguing with him will make things worse, and having to say these painful truths aloud was breaking you into even more pieces.
"When you disobey me and disrespect me, then you will suffer the consequences. As your man, it is my right to be in control of you. The sooner you fully accept that, the less that I have to hurt you." Oddly enough, his voice was now soft and soothing. He was like a switch, switching from one emotion to the next when it came to you. It was terrifying. "If you want to go outside, then I will go with you when the sun sets."
The hot water was now turning warm. All of the blood was now clean off of your sore body, but you couldn't get up. You were in so much pain that you didn't want to move, knowing that moving would make things worse. "Okay," you whispered, just accepting your defeat. You had no more fight left in you.
You blinked, shock filling your eyes as you felt the bed beneath your nude body, water still dripping off of your body as you sat on the edge of the bed, soaking freshly changed sheets. You don't understand Dio's stand a single bit, but you knew that he could move you without you knowing.
     He stood in front of you, soft white towel drying your body gently. He patted the towel on every inch of your body, ignoring the embarrassed blush that appeared on your lips as he dried your breast. "Don't make me hurt you as badly as I hurt you today ever again.. just listen to me to the best of your ability and communicate with me."
"I'm scared to talk to you," you said in a low tone, hanging your head in shame as he dry patted your back. Your fear of Dio was so strong sometimes that you're afraid that you'll die of fright. Do people die of fright?
"I'm not going to hit you if you ask me for something. As your future husband, I am your provider, and it is my job to provide for you," he said softly, towel dropping to your womanhood as he spread your legs, patting the area gently. He was being extra careful, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.
Did he not realize that you were never going to forgive him deep down? You felt deep resentment at even his soft touch, fighting the urge to flinch away from him. "Okay," you repeated, feeling as if that was now going to be your go-to word for now on. You didn't know what else to say, but you knew that you were ashamed that you couldn't just leave him and escape his abusive grasps.
"I love you. I truly do love you, and I want you by my side for eternity." He finished drying you, tossing the towel casually to the side as he slipped a silk red nightgown over your head. "Tell me that you love me back."
"I love you too," you said softly, gently pulling away from him as you crawled weakly into bed. You rested your head on the fluffy pillow, feeling much too weak to pull the covers over your body. Your eyes met his soft one.. the life in your eyes was gone, and you could tell that he could notice.
The silk sheets were pulled over your body. "I'll be back before the sun rises. Vanilla Ice is currently on high alert, so don't do anything foolish." His eyes lingered over yours, tall form towering over the best and casting his dark shadow over you. "See you soon.. I will miss you."
You blinked once, and he was gone.. his dark shadow that towered over you, vanishing with you. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned to your more comfortable side, a pained groan escaping your lips as pain shot through your entire body. You let your eyes close, welcoming sleep as swiftly as you could in hopes or waking up in less pain tomorrow. You hoped tomorrow would be a better day, but the hope that Dio Brando would turn into a good man completely left your mind.. you were never going to see him the same again.
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🩸Commission Sale Thursday - Sunday🪦
All one shots 4 dollars. 4 dollars per one one shot.
Fluff, Angst, Yandere, Lemon, Dark/Extreme Lemons.
Can be anonymous requests if you want. No underage ever - not even for Fluff. I don't age up.
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"So inviting (let me in)
Nailed to the cross
I feel you, relate to you
Accuse you
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods"
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Melone is gonna be so pissed once he finds out about Y/Ns lie lmaoo
He definitely is 😂
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Chapter 22 - Time to Move on |Formaggio x Reader|
Warning: strong language, dark themes discussed, suicide mention, threats, sexual conversations. MA.
"I want you to think of my home as your home," Formaggio said as he pushed you into his bathroom, turning the lights on. "See? I got two toothbrushes here. One for you, and one for me." You felt his hand on your back, warm fingers running up and down your back.
You looked at the purple toothbrush next to his green one, and then your eyes drifted towards the various other products on the kitchen counter. He bought you shampoo, a conditioner, body wash, lotion, perfume, and a loofah.
"I'll do you one better," he added in, hand wrapping around your waist, his other hand shooting into his pocket, pulling out a key and handing it to you. "Move some stuff in. Come and go without asking me. What I'm saying is, this place is now your home just as well as it is mine."
Your eyes slightly widened. You did not expect Formaggio to open up his home to you. Was this some sort of trap? You took the key from his hand, making sure to use your right over your left, keeping your left hand at your side. At least your cast will be off soon. "Thank you." You put the key in your back pocket.
"I already have some of your underwear here," he muttered, a grin appearing on his face as he squeezed your side.
"So you're the one who's been taking my underwear," you replied, assuming it was automatically Melone. You didn't mind, considering that new pairs were always left. You laughed a little, turning towards him. You allowed yourself to hug him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
His hands immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you tightly into his chest. "Goddamnit, I really missed you. If I promise never to break your fingers again, will you forgive me?" His hands moved around, running all up and down your back.
"I mean, yeah, fuck," you replied a little sarcastically. "You're not supposed to break my fingers. You're my boyfriend."
"Y/N, come sit with me, princess. I want to open up to you a little bit," he muttered, his arms staying securely wrapped around your waist as he walked over to his small loveseat that was in his room. He sat down, sitting you down closely next to him, his arms still managing to stay around your waist. "I'm gonna tell you something that I've never told anyone."
You turned towards him, your eyes landing on his gentle but serious expression. Formaggio was laid back. You've only ever seen him mad that one night. Other than that, he's not that bad of a guy. He wasn't strict like Prosciutto or aggressive like Illuso, despite what he did to you. Your plan to get them to break up with you.. that might be a bad plan anyway. It could backfire and get you hurt or killed.
"I'll just come out and tell you. When I was seven, I found my mom in her bathtub. Her wrists were slit and blood was everywhere." His face was serious as he told you this, his grip around you tightening. "She left me and my older sister all alone. A few years later, my sister cracked and did the same thing. I found her too. Same position, same bathtub."
You felt your entire body freeze up, your heart feeling tight. What Formaggio told you.. it was such a horrible thing for a child to have to witness. You weren't going to excuse what he did to you, but for the sake of keeping La Squadra drama free, you would just go ahead and forgive Formaggio as well as Illuso and Prosciutto. This situation was stressful and needed to just be forever forgotten. It's bringing up traumatic memories for Formaggio. You just.. had to move on.
Your right hand immediately found Formaggios knee. "I'm sorry I made you.. relive that experience." You gave his knee a gentle squeeze, noticing that he was staring at your cast.
"I shouldn't have broken your fingers, I know how badly that must have hurt. It won't happen again." He leaned towards you, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You okay? I know I shouldn't have left you in that closet either. That was all pretty fucked up. My bad, I mean it."
You doubted that he would ever actually say sorry, and you doubted anymore that he actually felt remorse for what he did. Still, you had to let this slide for your own sanity.
"We don't need to bring it up anymore," you spoke quickly, ready to just be done with it. "Let's just move on and never mention that day ever again."
"I'm sorry I paid random girls to suck my cock off," he said, your eyebrows instantly raising. How was he sorry about this but not breaking your fingers? "After I got with you, those girls stopped making me cum. I only did it seven times after I got with you, and I think Illusos got the same number. I used condoms every time. I'm sorry I technically cheated."
You shrugged. It was annoying that Formaggio and Illuso cheated, but you didn't much care, considering you didn't love them or very much like them. You just wanted Melone away from that place. "Do what you want. Just leave Melone out of it."
"I want to be loyal to you. You're my girl, my forever girl." He smirked at you, his eyes tracing your body up and down. "You're aware that this is forever, right? You're tied to us for life."
"I'm aware," you replied, face blushing slightly when he pulled up your right sleeve, revealing your shoulder. Your head turned, eyes staring down at the tattoo on your shoulders, reading 'La Squadra', a tattoo each member has. "It didn't hurt." It hurt like hell.
"I'm glad you're aware, so I'm going to be your actual boyfriend now. I'm in this shit, and don't worry, princess, I'm going to love you," he said, causing you to quickly turn away, taken aback by the sudden mention of love. "Yeah, you heard that right. I'm going to fall in love with you. Hell, it's already happening. And once I love you, I'll never stop." His voice sounded rather threatening, despite how sweet his words are. He pulled your sleeve back down, covering your tattoo back up.
"Oh." You did not like that. He was falling in love with you? Hell no. You would not allow yourself to fall in love with Formaggio, the finger breaker.
"I'm a good man, I just snapped that night. I'm not going to go around actively slapping you when we get into arguments, and I never even slapped you around once. It was just a snap." He pressed his forehead against the side of your head, hot breath tickling your ear. "If you forgive me, I'll let you do whatever you want. Like, I'm not strict. I don't have any rules. Just don't fucking self harm and discuss your issues with me personally with me only. I'll cover for you."
What he said got your attention, your head raising. "What do you mean by that?" Your other boyfriends were extremely strict and overprotective. It sometimes stressed you out. You also missed the freedom and friends that you used to have. Now you only have them and a life filled with rules. Yes, it was to keep you safe, but you didn't need to live a heavily guarded life. You wanted freedom.
"Prosciutto doesn't let you wear certain things, and Ghiaccio doesn't let you go out at night. Not to mention how insane Melone is about you. You're watched heavily, princess. We even know what you search online. Who you text." He kissed your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "I trust you. I know you won't cheat or do something crazy. I'll give you complete freedom. I'll even cover for you when you break one of the other men's rules and you wanna lie."
"Really?" You questioned, it sounding almost too good to be true. What was the catch here?
"I'll have your back even when you're wrong. Just hang out with me a little more. Give me more of your time," he muttered, his voice soft and sweet. "I want you to spend the night with me more. At least three to four times a month, I want you to myself. Spread that time out or don't, I just want you more. Especially since I'm loyal now."
It sounded like a good deal, a really good deal. You could give him more of your time and attention, and having Formaggio always back you up could come in handy in the future. "Okay. That sounds good."
"I'll break your face if you cheat on me, thought princess, so watch yourself. I don't want any man sticking their dick in you or seeing your body," he muttered, his threat sending chills down your spine. "That's all I care about. Don't fuck around on me, since I'm not fucking around on you. Other than that, do whatever you want when you're here."
You nodded, "Okay, Formaggio." You weren't going to make a comment back at his threat, knowing damn well you shouldn't be cheating regardless. Melone would.. you don't even wanna know what Melone would do. Speaking of Melone. "I swore on my life to Melone that my fingers were an accident. He can never find out the truth, under and circumstance. So always keep that in mind."
He sat back on the loveseat, his hand falling to rest on your thigh. "You're scared of Melone a little, aren't you?" He smirked a little, causing you to glare. "Aw, lighten up. We're all a little scared of Melone."
"Why?" You questioned, turning your body to face him. "He told me that he killed a lot of women. How bad were his crimes before he joined the mafia?"
He shook his head, patting your thigh. "Don't ask me mafia related questions about the other men."
"Can I ask questions about you?" You questioned, him immediately nodding his head. "Why did you join the mafia?" You were curious about the men, wanting to get know them better, considering you were building a life with them. Are you allowed to ask these things?
"My dad and uncles," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "They dragged me in. I tried working straight, but I always found that shit boring. So, I started below and worked my way up."
You listened closely, his green eyes never leaving your face as he spoke to you. "Do you like killing people?"
"I have my fun at times, but I only care about the business aspect. I only kill if I'm being paid, too, or if I'm defending myself or the team." He suddenly squeezed your thigh. "What about you? Do you like to kill?"
You looked down, face slightly heating up at the question. Admitting that killing men sometimes brought you joy may be.. overstepping. You could admit these things to Melone, but maybe not Formaggio.
"I figured you did," he replied, causing you to instantly snap your head back towards him. "Aw, it's okay. I'm not going to judge you, I know you ain't ever gonna do shit to me. You aren't going to hurt any of us."
"I wouldn't, but how are you so confident?" You questioned, hoping that question didn't cross a line.
He smirked. "You love Melone, and I think you might love Pesci. You aren't going to do anything to hurt them. You care about us, and you're just as fucked up and twisted as us princess." He laughed, letting out a deep, slightly taunting laugh. "You're so cute, you know that?"
You rolled your eyes at him, not knowing how he could possibly know that you loved Pesci. Maybe Pesci was telling the other men. Well, you didn't mind. He could tell anyone he wanted. It was the truth, and you weren't going to deny it if asked.
"You're cute," you replied back, crossing your arms over your chest.
His hand slowly rose up your thigh, his smirk turning into a grin. "Why don't you lay back and relax? Let me show you how sorry I am. I really am itching you suck on your clit. It's been on my mind for a long ass time."
You blinked a few times, letting out a shocked laugh at the sudden change of direction. "Fuck, really?"
He grabbed your shoulders, gently pushing you down on the loveseat and climbing on top of you. "Princess, I love eating you out. It's my favorite sport. I tell everyone how good I am at eating your pussy."
You would never admit this to him, but he did do a great job at eating you out. He was better than even Melone, who was the only other one of your boyfriends who gave you head. The other men never offered, so you never asked. You already had Melone and Formaggio eating you really well. You didn't need to bother the others unless they offered.
"Quit telling your buddies about the sex we have," you told him, your arms wrapping around his waist as he began to kiss your neck. You felt yourself growing turned on. Fuck. "Okay, fine. Have your way with me, then. If you insist."
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Ashore |Prosciutto x Male Reader Fluff|
Commission for @johnnybwanny
Prosciutto was quiet after the mission, extremely quiet as he drove down a pathway that you did not recognize. You wondered if you did anything to upset him. Considering how much you liked him, you hoped that everything was okay. He was never this quiet around you. He always spoke to you during long car rides after missions.
After a few kisses, you had high hopes that you and Prosciutto would start dating. You wanted to be his boyfriend, and you wanted to take your relationship with him to the next level. Maybe you should say something to him, maybe he was waiting for you to ask him out.
As soon as you felt yourself about to speak to him, he parked the car, turning it off and immediately pulling the keys out. You looked up swiftly, noticing that the two of you were at the beach. He took you.. to the beach? You felt both confused as well as a little scared. Did you do something to upset him?
Prosciutto got out quickly, slamming his car door shut. He walked over to your passenger door, opening your door for you. You looked up at him, feeling slightly at ease.
He looked down at you with a small smile, his hand extending out towards you. His blue eyes were soft, lips pursed as he began to speak to you, "Take my hand. I wanted to take you some place romantic tonight."
You took his hand, his long fingers wrapping around your hand as he pulled you up. "Romantic?" You questioned, face blushing as he kept a gentle grip on your hand, his face inches away from yours as he pulled you closely beside him.
"We need to discuss our relationship," he muttered softly, his tone light as he began walking ahead of you. You followed along, his warm hand staying securely wrapped around yours, making sure that you would follow him. "And how I'm feeling about us."
You felt nervous, despite him bringing you somewhere romantic, he could say anything. You could either be asked out of harshly dumped - their was no in between here, but you had a strong feeling that Prosciutto liked you as much as you liked him. If he wanted to dump you or kill you, would he be holding your hand now? You hoped not because if so, then he pulled a dirty trick to distract you. It was working. You loved feeling his warm, soft hand against yours. You.. you might love him.
He walked quickly, pulling you to stand in front of the ocean water. "Look," he muttered, letting go of your hand. "Just look and listen for a second."
You looked up, staring straight ahead at the ocean water. The water was clear, you being able to see the sand underneath, the waves crashing against the white sand, inches away from your feet. It was dark out, stars filling the sky; it was a beautiful night. You shivered as a cool breeze passed by.
"Here," he muttered, you hearing his jacket unzip. "I'm not cold. Just wear my jacket." He handed it to you, and you took his jacket with no hesitation, putting it on. "Good boy." He smirked at you, his arm wrapping around your wsist, pulling you close.
You felt your face fully heat up now, you zipping up his jacket. His black jacket was soft on the inside, smelling like cigarettes and expensive cologne that smelled of spiced vanilla. You loved the way he smelt. "Thank you," you spoke, your voice dropping to a low mutter. You liked him so much, always feeling yourself growing nervous around him. You leaned into his chest slighly, his strong arm securely wrapped around your waist, almost possessivly.
"Do you like me?" He asked you. You turned to look at him, his blue eyes staring down at you. "I like you a lot. I like you so much that I'm willing to go public with us."
You knew that Prosciutto had never been public with any man nor woman, ignoring anyone that dared court him. He never showed interest in anyone. Anyone but you that is, and that made you feel special. To know that he liked you just as much as you liked him was a huge relief. Suddenly, you felt less nervous and a little more confident.
"I like you so much," you whispered, a smile forming on your lips. It felt so good to finally be able to admit that to him. "You really wanna date me?"
He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, placing a deep kiss on your lips as he pulled you closer into his arms. His lips were soft, his kiss gentle. As he pulled away from you, he kissed your cheek, keeping his face a few inches away from yours. "I'll ask you officially. Would you like to be my boyfriend Y/N? I promise to love you and take care of you."
"Yes," you replied quickly, your arms wrapping around him, pulling him into a hug. You let your hands rub up and down his back, your head pressing against his chest. You could hear his heart rapidly beating, matching the steady beat of your heart. "I'll take care of you."
"No," he replied, his voice suddenly dominant, but still gentle. He placed a kiss on top of your head, his arms wrapping around your waist. "I'll take care of you. It's my job to take care of you."
You smirked a little, loving how dominant he was. He always wanted to take care of you, holding doors open for you and demanding that he pay the bill every time the two of you go out. You attempted to pay the bill once; he didn't like that, so you decided to just let him pay for it like he always insisted. He wanted to take care of you. You've never been taken care of before. It was definitely something that would take some getting used to.
"How about we just take care of each other?" You replied, getting a huff in response from him, his arms wrapping around you tighter. "See, that's the spirit. We can love and take care of each other." Your face instantly heated up again when you mentioned love. You didn't mean to say that. It was too soon.. or was it? You've known Prosciutto well over a year.
"I'll love you more," he muttered, pulling away from you slighly, looking down at you. "I can compromise for you. I'm going to take you out this weekend, as my boyfriend. I want to introduce you to everyone with that new title you now hold."
You smiled, nodding your head, feeling a warmth spread throughout your body. "That sounds great. I can't wait for everyone to know about us. I've wanted to be with you for a very long time." He would love you more? Just thinking about that made your heart flutter.
"How about you stay the night at my house tonight as well? I do have a guest bedroom or my bedroom," he told you, a confident smirk suddenly appeasing on his face. His eyes lit up with excitement. "Don't you worry, I promise that I don't snore or talk in my sleep, and my house is very clean."
Going to Prosciuttos' house tonight and staying the night made you feel both excited and nervous, especially sharing a bed with him. "Yes," you instantly agreed, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to spend more time with your now boyfriend.
"Well then, let's get a move on while the night is still young," he told you, despite that he was in no hurry, his lips once again pressing against yours, leaving your entire body tingling and filled with excitement as you kissed him back, your entire body filled with excitement as well as anticipation for tonight as well as the rest of your life with your new boyfriend Prosciutto.
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Chapter 21- Forced Time |La Squadra x Reader|
Warning: strong language, threats, suicide mention, sexual conversations. MA.
Formaggio's POV
"How many times has Y/N spoken to you this week?" Prosciutto questioned as soon as he entered the base, clearly annoyed. "Where the fuck is she even at? She's ignoring all my texts and calls."
"After she sucked my dick two nights ago, she said,'Hey, pass me the water,' and that's about it," Illuso replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Other than that, she only says hi."
Formaggio laughed a little at that, but he seemed to be having as much luck as the other two men were having with you. You were completely avoiding him, making sure he didn't get even a second alone with you. "She only greets me."
Prosciuttos eyes landed on Pesci. "What about you? Is she speaking to you?"
Pesci looked up from his laptop, cheeks flushed pink. "Uh.. yeah. We have had a few conversations." Formaggio could tell that you and Pesci had definitely been fucking and getting closer. You actually seemed to like Pesci as much as you liked Melone. Not that he was jealous or anything. He just.. he wished you liked him just a little. He said sorry, wasn't that enough?
"Between all that sweet love making?" Illuso questioned, a grin appearing across his face as Pesci's cheeks turned bright red. "Tell us about it. How do you fuck her?"
Prosciutto sat down across from Pesci, his eyes on him, seeming intrigued. "When was this? You haven't told me about this Pesci."
Pesci looked down, shrugging his shoulders as he closed his laptop. "I don't want to talk about this! Sex is private."
"We're all fucking the same girl," Illuso replied. "Does privacy really matter? She's ours, we can talk about her."
"She's not property," Pesci added in, shifting uncomfortably to the side on the couch. Of course, he didn't want to let loose and talk about you. Typical Pesci.
"She belongs to us," Prosciutto began, his voice serious and firm, as if he was trying to pass down some great wisdom to Pesci. "We protect her, and we provide for her. That is our job as men. Her job is to listen to us and be submissive. You need to understand that she may not be property, but she is ours Pesci. Is she not yours?"
Formaggio agreed with that, nodding his head. You were theirs, and now you would always be theirs. This wasn't something that you could just back out of. La Squadra was a family, and you were now a part of that family. You were essentially their wife, their wife, who would never be allowed a divorce.
Pesci sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I.. let's just not talk about her in a way like this. She's our girlfriend. We need to be nice to her."
"We're plenty nice," Illuso replied, in which Pesci actually scoffed. "I'm trying my best! She's very difficult."
Prosciutto nodded, agreeing with Illuso. "She'll adjust eventually, but maybe we should all speak to her." He looked at Pesci. "Go pick up the money from Gustos."
Pesci sighed, standing up. "Remember what I said about being nice to her." He walked over to the front door, opening it and walking out. Maybe Formaggio would remember that.
"We have no clue where she's at," Illuso stated. "She don't tell me shit. It's pissing me off."
"She's definitely with Ghiaccio," Formaggio replied, staring at Ghiaccios' closed laptop that was on the coffee table. "Why else would he leave his laptop here?" He wondered where you went with Ghiaccio. You left before he even saw you walk out the door.
It was as if time was on their side, Ghiaccio bursting through the base of the front door with you following behind him. He looked pissed, and Formaggio wondered if you did anything to piss him off. You probably did, knowing you.
"Sit!" Ghiaccio snapped, you rolling your eyes at him. "I will handle this, I will find you a new doctor! That doctor was a fucking idiot! Where did he go to college!?" He had his cell phone in his hands, clutching it tightly. "I'll kill him!"
You walked past Ghiaccio, unphased by his outburst. "You're never going to the doctors with me again. You scared that poor man." You shook your head, sitting near Prosciutto but not completely next to him, leaving a polite amount of space. "Hello," you said, greeting the men.
"Hey," Illuso quickly said.
"I'm finding you a doctor that's a woman, that'll be better! That doctor was looking at you wrong!" Ghiaccio shook his head, storming off back outside.
You watched as Ghiaccio went, your face blank, showing no hint of annoyance or anger towards him. So it seemed that he was wrong. You didn't piss Ghiaccio off. As always, Ghiaccio pissed himself off. He did catch on that you were at the doctors, which was better than avoiding them. Fuck, he needed to be taking you to all of your appointments, considering he was the one that broke your fingers.
"What did the doctor do that pissed him off?" Prosciutto questioned, turning his body towards you. "The doctor was looking at you inappropriately? I can handle that."
"The doctors like 70, he's not looking at me inappropriately," you replied to Prosciutto. You stared at the ground, clearly avoiding eye contact with them.
Formaggio stood up, walking to sit closer next to you. He sat down on the love seat next to you, placing his hand on your knee. "We aren't going to cheat on you anymore." He assumed that was why you were mad. "And we haven't. So forgive us."
"What I did was hardly considered cheating," Prosciutto added in.
"Well, if it's hardly considered cheating, then maybe I'll pay some random guy to finger me," you replied, Prosciuttos eyes immediately going dark. "What? If you can do it, then so can I."
Prosciutto raised his hand slightly, but Formaggio shook his head, pointing to your cast. You were already injured and healing. Hitting you may make you worse. He wanted you to like him again, and if one of them hit you right now, then you may never forgive or like them.
"I'll do it for free," Illuso said, causing you to roll your eyes. "We're loyal now. You better not go out and cheat. We'll catch you and kill any guy that touches you. And don't think we won't spank you and put you on house arrest because we will."
"Once a cheater, always a cheater," you replied, your voice low. "But I don't care what you three do. It's not my concern, go ahead and fuck whomever." Their threats never seemed to phase you, you not even acknowledging them. Damn. He needed to tag in.
Formaggio squeezed your thigh. "Okay, we pick to just fuck you." You turned your head away from him, a low 'hm' coming from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at him. You really just rolled your fucking eyes at him. Oh, you were sassy. You were real sassy. He liked that.
Illuso nodded. "Yeah, we pick you. Forever."
"Stop being a brat and move on. We are not bad men, and your fingers were not broken out of spite." Prosciutto added in. Wait. Did you tell him? You suddenly looked at Prosciutto, seeming taken aback. "Yeah, nobody believes your story of how you accidentally broke your own fingers. Discuss your problems with us privately, and don't do that self-harm shit. You deserved to have your fingers broke for hurting yourself. You could have given yourself an infection with that dirty ass knife you used to cut yourself with."
"If my fingers get broken again, I'll go to more extreme measures to protect myself. I'll shoot myself in the head," you replied calmly, Formaggio immediately clinched his jaw. "I'm not afraid of dying. I'll do what I need to do to protect myself."
Formaggio pulled his hand away from your thigh, resisting the urge to smack you across your face. How fucking dare you threaten your life like that. How fucking dare you. He turned away from you, not being able to look at you right now or he'll hurt you. He doesn't fucking like suicide.. he hates that shit. He wouldn't allow himself to lose another person to suicide.. especially not you.
"Your fingers will never get broken again," Illuso spoke, his voice suddenly gentle. "Stop threatening to kill yourself, baby. I said I'm sorry, now can't we please just move on?" Oh yeah. Formaggio definitely can tell, Illuso actually does fucking love you. He was being gentle, understanding, and that's probably what you needed most right now. He couldn't give that to you, but the other guys could.
"Fine," you muttered, causing Formaggio to turn back towards you, forcing himself to calm down. "Whatever."
"Stop with those fucking suicidal threats Y/N," Prosciutto warned. "You shouldn't be thinking like that. Ever. I don't want to hear it again."
Formaggio always seemed to agree with Prosciutto. "Exactly. Just be our fucking girlfriend, give us a fucking chance. You hardly know us." He was growing quite tired of being ignored by you. It wasn't going to happen anymore. "Get to know us better."
"You're going to be spending time with us," Prosciutto spoke, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "You know what? I think it's time you stay at my house. I'm taking you to my house on Thursday."
Illuso and Formaggio looked at each other. It was obvious that Prosciutto left Tuesday and Wednesday available for a reason. Maybe if he got you all alone and spent some quality time with you, maybe the two of you would start to get along again.
"You can stay at my house tonight," Formaggio replied, his eyes landing on you. You were clearly not happy, wearing that same blank expression you always did. "Come on, can't you give us a little smile? You're so sexy. Give us a smile." He leaned forward, grabbing your cheeks, gently squeezing.
You squinted at him. "Let me guess. I'm staying with Illuso tomorrow night."
"Bingo," Illuso replied. "Shit, I need to clean my apartment."
"We'll take good care of you, okay? It'll be fun. Can I get one smile?" Formaggio moved your head back and forth, only causing you to glare at him. "Hot. I like it when you look at me like that." He couldn't deny it. Even with your glares, he found you extremely sexy. He couldn't wait to spend time with you tonight.
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Chapter 20- A Little White Lie |Melone x Reader|
Warning: strong language, threats, dark themes discussed. MA.
You had your arms tightly around Melone as you road on the back of his motorcycle, your head resting on his back. "I'm really sorry, Melone. Alright? For everything."
Melone stayed silent, parking his motorcycle in front of his small house. He got off of the motorcycle, your bag on his shoulder, as he reached out a hand to help you. His turquoise eyes stared at you, having a slight hardness that you've never seen before. That made you nervous.
You took his hand, letting his thin fingers wrap tightly around your hand as you got off of his motorcycle. Your eyes drifted over to his small brick home, a frown forming across your face as he pulled you towards the door, the silence starting to make you nervous. Did he.. plan to hurt you? These men, they were different. Would all of them eventually end up hurting you? Melone is never silent. He's always talking or at least listening.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and pushing in. You came in behind him, his warm hand secured around yours. Maybe you shouldn't have come home with him.. maybe you should have just stayed at the base. This silence is unnerving, your face heating up as you noticed him staring at you.
"I love you so fucking much Y/N, I would never cheat on you. I want you and you only," he finally spoke, his voice a low, harsh mutter. "You still think I don't love you. You think I'll hurt you, and that breaks my heart. I would never do anything to ruin what we have. I'm sorry I didn't stop Illuso and Formaggio. I tried, they wouldn't listen."
"I don't give a fuck about Formaggio or Illuso," you snapped, your voice sounding harsh, causing you to feel even more guilt for snapping at him. He seemed unfazed by your snapping, still staring at you, grasping your hand as he leaned against his closed front door. "Sorry, I.. really love you too. I just got jealous and a little embarrassed."
"You're the only one I see," he spoke, this time much louder. He raised your hand, placing it against his chest, his heart rapidly beating. You could feel the intense beat of his heart as your palm flattened against his chest. "I don't want to lose you." His eyes watered.
You sighed, your other hand resting behind your back, a cast on your hand. Your fingers didn't hurt anymore. They were healing. "You won't lose me, don't worry. I won't act like that ever again." You rather not have your fingers broken again.
"Now that we are past that and happily in love again," he began, "who broke your fingers? Was it Illuso or Formaggio? Maybe Prosciutto?" Could he read your mind? How could he possibly know you were thinking about your fingers?
You pulled away from him, letting go of his hand as you turned away from him, taking your shoes off by his front door. "I told you it was an accident."
"You're lying to me," he muttered, disappointment in his tone. "You shouldn't lie to me."
"That's a threat?" You questioned, staring down at your tennis shoes, contemplating slipping them back on and leaving.
"Never," he muttered, voice filled with hurt. "Baby, I don't want to upset you anymore. I'm sorry, I would never threaten you. Please, just.. don't hate me. Let's sit and talk."
You were being harsh, too harsh. It was just so terrifying to open up your heart and trust. So easily, one of these men could snap your necks, and nobody would ever find you. You would be forgotten. Your body chopped up into little pieces, dissolved in acid. Fuck.. you felt sick. Was this entire decision bad? You actually loved Melone, and you loved Pesci a little. Would they be capable of hurting you?
You heard Melone's shoes tapping against the floor, the low squeak of his couch sounding off as he sat down. "I want to marry you. I want to be with you forever. I want you, Y/N, why don't you believe me?"
"Because I know what you're capable of," you muttered, keeping your back turned. "You could beat me to death. You could turn on me, one wrong move, and I'm dead." You felt bad talking like this, but it was how you felt. Even with his claims of marriage, you just didn't believe him.
You expected him to immediately reply, but instead, you heard a few low sobs, your heart instantly tightening. You slowly turned around, walking over to him like instinct. His head was buried in his hands, his entire body shaking, low sobs coming from him. You reached out your hand, hesitating to comfort him.
"What can I do?" He questioned, his voice low, weak. "What can I do to get you to see how much I fucking love you? If you're scared of me, I can kill myself for you. I can ease your burden because I love you, and the fact that you think I'll actually hurt you breaks my fucking heart. I feel so bad that I did something to make you think I'm a monster."
"No!" You sat down quickly, your arms doing no more hesitation as they wrapped around his waist tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm not scared of you. I'm just.. very new to all of this. Please don't hurt yourself because of me." Your hand trailed up, touching his arm, his sling removed, him stating he wasn't that hurt. "I'm really sorry. I love you. Let's just move on."
He raised his head slightly, his long purplish hair shielding his face from your view. "We can move on once you tell me the truth about your fingers." He leaned back. "I don't want you to stop touching me."
You leaned back with him, keeping your arms around his waist. "I told you truth, and now it is time to forget about this and let go." You leaned forward to kiss him as a distraction, his head immediately turning to the side. "Oh wow."
"Don't do that! Don't kiss me to distract me. That's so naughty!" He exclaimed suddenly, the side of his face completely red. "You.. I know when someone hurt my woman! You tell me now!" His voice was frantic, your kiss attempt clearly getting him slighly riled up.
You did not want to tell Melone about what Formaggio and Illuso did to you. He would freak the fuck out, and he would freak out even further if he knew everything that went down in that small hospital storage closet. You didn't want him to snap and hurt anyone, especially one of your other boyfriends, even if you didn't like Formaggio and Illuso. It would cause unnecessary tension and it might get Melone into trouble. You did not want that. So you were about to do something you weren't proud of.
"Baby, I would never lie to you," you spoke softly, your heart tightening as you lied right to his face. You were lying to the man you loved, and it made you feel terrible. "I was really shaken up and scared. My fingers really did get stuck in the bathroom door. Formaggio and Illuso were mad at me, but they would never do something so terrible to me. It was a freak accident, and nothing more. I swear on my life." This felt so fucking wrong. You hated this so much.
His head snapped towards you. Despite tears being in his eyes, he wore a serious expression, an expression that made you very nervous. "You swear on your life? Your life, that I told so precious and dear to my heart?" His tone of voice, it was so threatening, so unlike him. "Answer now, please. This is your last time to be truthful. I won't be mad at you for lying right now because I love you."
"I swear I'm not lying," you replied, and you instantly regretted saying that. You lied, even with him knowing you lied. You wished you wouldn't have done that.
"I would never hurt you, baby, but if I find out you're lying, I will be forced to spank you very hard, and I'm going to have to yell at you. Baby, I'll believe whatever you say after this, but just know that you'll be in big trouble if another truth comes out that doesn't match yours." He stared at you, his tears drying up. "And it won't be one of those little playful spankings. I will beat your ass. No matter how much it kills me, I'll do it. Because you lying puts you in danger. If I know the truth, then I can stop Formaggio or Illuso from ever hurting you like this again." His voice was a low warning.
You knew that lying to him was bad, and the threat of Melone spanking you actually made you feel slight fear. You loved him despite that, and you loved him too much to tell him the truth. His safety was important to you, just as his was to you. This lie.. it was just a little white lie anyway. Why would Illuso or Formaggio ever even admit to what they did? They wouldn't, so despite feeling fear, you also felt safe enough to tell this lie. This little, small, white lie.
"Please believe me," you spoke, your voice just below a whisper. "I swear I'm telling the truth. I really do." You hoped that he would never find out the truth. God, you really fucking hoped. Lying to him.. for some reason, it scares you. And despite being hopefully done with the lie you still felt that numbing fear.
He narrowed his eyes at you, and you knew that he didn't believe you. "Okay," he said, nodding his head. "Okay, Y/N, but just know what I'll have to do if I ever find out the truth. Even if it's 10 years later, you'll still get in trouble for not letting me keep you safe." Before you could reply, he suddenly smiled, placing a kiss on your lips. "Avoiding that kiss almost destroyed me. I love you, baby, and I'll always love you. Even if you lie to me and I eventually find out, I'll still love you."
Your arms loosened around his waist as you kissed him back. "I love you too, Melone." You hoped that he would just drop this. This had to be forgotten, and you had to make the other men forget as well.
"You're a good girlfriend to me, baby, you'll always be," he replied, placing a kiss on your lips. His kiss was gentle, his soft lips gently pecking yours. "I always have your back. Okay? You're very special to me."
You nodded, face heating up. Despite feeling fear, you also felt a deep sense of comfort and love wash over you. He really was a good man, but you were a bad woman for lying to him. Even if it was to protect him.. it was bad. You had a feeling that all of this would come back to smack you in the ass. Literally.
"Let's go grab some takeout," he told you softly, placing another kiss on your lips. He was so gentle, yet so.. scary. So loving. Fuck, you loved him so much, and you felt yourself falling deeper. That's why this lie hurt so badly to tell.
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missing ur updates already bestie 🤧🙇🏻‍♀️
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Updates on commissions as well as Claimed being worked on now.
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Commission sale??
Yeah sure
4 dollars per one shot.
Dark/Extreme Lemon, Yandere, Fluff, Angst.
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Me trying to explain to Hirohiko Araki why he should turn Claimed into a canon book series in the Jojo universe
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ravenzeppeli · 17 days
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read a few chapters of claimed in the break room at work today, you truly got me through a shit day at work
I'm glad to hear that 🩵 I'm sorry about your shitty day at work today
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Can't wait for Chapter 22, Readerx Ronaldo lolol
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ravenzeppeli · 17 days
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Chapter 19 was funny as hell 🤣 I love new claimed lmao Ghiaccio and Y/N are funny
Thank you! 🩵
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