#∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ⊹ — ↳ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ

[vialaviolenza]

@epitaffia for a plotted starter !

Since daybreak things were bizarre—a cacophony of events making the man nearly writhe in frustration as he sat in the plush interior of a limousine with a cigarette in hand. It's nursed with intensity, black lipstick smudged across the filter as a deep groan of annoyance escapes him, his onyx eyes glancing out the tinted window to look at the familiar street. Soon enough he'd be home, locked up in his villa where he could decompress in the only ways he knew how.

A sudden stop jerks him forward, a hand catching himself before he can tumble to the ground⸻❝ Cazzo! Watch it ! ❞ The pink-haired male barks in irritation, his eyes lifting to stare into the rearview mirror at the driver's reflection. The man merely nods with wide eyes. As Diavolo settles back into his seat, his eyes pay a glance out the other window, watching a black cat run away without injury⸻A black cat crossing his path as well? Just what the fuck was going on?

For the remainder of the drive his chest heaves, a perpetual pounding within his ribcage as the cigarette is snuffed out in an ashtray. The instant they pull up to the villa he gets out on his accord, slamming the door as he makes a stride to his front door, his keys fished out from his custom suit's pockets so that he may enter the house. Immediately the boss is greeted by a behemoth of a dog who seems somewhat riled up only to calm and stare at his master in confusion.❝ Ebano. . . ❞ Diavolo approaches, a hand outstretched for the Doberman-Great Dane mix to sniff, and almost instantly it begins wandering down the hall, looking back to Diavolo expectantly.

With a sigh he follows, his suit jacket removed and tucked into his arm as the dog leads him through the villa, all the way to his office. Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and finds a bloodied figure on the floor with Avorio ( his other Doberman-Great Dane mix, this one albino and female ). That familiar pounding in his chest comes back as wide eyes narrow, his foot further pushing the door open to enter the office alongside Ebano who sits between them calmly, looking back and forth in confusion before laying down.

❝ Who are you ? ❞ The jacket is discarded on an armchair as he tosses it aside, his anger swelling with each passing moment as the flexible desk light is turned on and aimed at the body in the corner⸻he didn't care if the intruder was blinded, he merely wanted a good look, and once he can witness the visage across from him he pauses, blinking a few times to be sure he can trust his eyes. He was no stranger to hallucinations, but Avorio and Ebano assured him that such wasn't currently happening. . .So why was his youth looking at him in fear and confusion, covered in blood ?

❝ How did you get in here ? ❞ The tie around his neck is loosened as he turns to approach a small drink cart in the room where he begins to fix a whiskey on the rock. ❝⸻Smotret. ❞ Immediately Ebano stands up, baring his teeth as he growls at the. . .boy with intention, really all he needed was Diavolo's order despite there being no current threats of violence from the intruder. The pink-haired male looks back over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised to observe if the boy would fight back, after a moment he gives another command. ❝. . .Nazad. ❞ And Ebano steps back, still baring his teeth, his tongue licking at his jowls as the animal glances at Avorio, then to Diavolo. After a few moments, Diavolo approaches with two drinks in his hand, squatting down to meet the other's eyes.

❝ Are you injured ? ❞ A hand holding ice water extends, offering it with a firm expression of expectation. If and when Doppio takes it, Diavolo uses his free hand to meet Ebano's head to pet the animal. ❝ Pauza. . . . . .I expect you to tell me everything if you want to see the sunrise. I think that's only fair.❞ A murmur, and with the command Ebano relaxes and lays back down as Diavolo takes a long steady sip of his drink, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he awaits a response.

#epitaffia #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ⊹ — ↳ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵈⁱᵃᵛᵒˡᵒ ⊹ — ↳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʸ ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ. #v :: tbd #[ >:3cc hehehe ] #[ he gives one chance which is v kind of him considering the day he's had ]

[vialaviolenza]

@lovesigned continued from here.

A tongue laps at his lips, taking in her sweetness with a groan of sensuality⸻beads of sweat roll down his visage as his fingers continue to work her insides, her whines of pleasure holding his desires at bay though a focused motion assures she's free from any lesions his claws could cause. The free hand that held her thigh shifts to her throat to provide weight as he continues working her toward orgasm. His hardened cock was restrained by the fabric of his briefs brushing against the softness of her thighs. The touch alone elicits a groan as he tilts her head away from him so that he may run his tongue along her throat, occasionally nibbling with fervor as his hips press against her thigh.

❝ Mine, all mine. ❞ A purr into her ear, one that's both exasperated and needing. ❝ Look at you, displayed so perfectly for me. ❞ He finds her ear, a cold breath rolling past his lips to waft across her visage. ❝ Say my name, I want you to choke on it while you cum. ❞ The hand resting on her throat tightens further, his motions quickening while still maintaining precision, his thumb tending to her clit to ensure that she was fully pushed to climax. The blonde's eyes flutter shut for a moment as the throbbing from his cock distracts him, hips buck into her thigh for friction as a lengthy groan slips past his lips. Once golden irises reopen they lock at the sight beneath him, his chest heaving as he leans closer to capture her lips in a dance of passion. His tongue needs no approval as it slides past her lips to press against Enya's own, his head tilting to deepen the kiss for a moment before breaking. ❝ You're so close⸻cum for me, love. I want to watch you unravel and know that it was I, Dio who reduced you to putty. ❞

#lovesigned #v :: tbd #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ⊹ — ↳ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵈⁱᵒ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈᵒ ⊹ — ↳ ˢᵗᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢᑫᵘᵉʳᵃᵈᵉ #// n s f w #[ theres nothing to see here tbh ] #[ ( : ]

[vialaviolenza]

@godborn continued from here !

Diego typically reserved a sense of urgency for situations of personal motivation. However, as his distressed brother approaches, the signs of evident worry cannot be ignored—the redness around the browline, the intrusion without permission. Despite initial annoyance, Diego's alertness takes over. Seated on the plush bed, the laundry he was folding mid-motion, he glares in anticipation, but the expression softens with a sudden shock at the mention of Vera.

Swift and immediate, his reaction is to cast aside the clothing, preparing himself to find her⸻returning riding gloves to his hands, donning his helmet and belt, and slipping into his riding boots. As he readies himself to leave, he grabs his wallet and hotel room key, stowing them away before turning his attention to Giorno.

❝ First of all⸻You should have immediately started with that. Second. . .It is OUR sister. You'd do well to remember that.❞ Diego's hurt at being excluded, though such dynamics are familiar in their family. ❝ If you find it necessary to come to me about such problems, you can at minimum involve me as a member of OUR family.❞ Despite the words, the usual ferocity in his tone is absent, replaced by uncertainty and worry. Approaching the door, he stops to let Giorno exit before following suit. Once the door is secured, Diego silently guides them to the stables, his mind focused on strategizing while listening to Giorno.

❝ It doesn't matter, Gio. . .What matters is getting her back.❞ A comforting hand rests on his brother's shoulder, offering solace as he sighs, the sight and behaviour unfamiliar to both of them. ❝ I need you on Silver Bullet with me because I won't be staying on 'er. I'll use Scary Monsters to pick up her scent, but you need to be on Silver. This is non-negotiable, so just listen for once. ❞ The hand lifts from Giorno's shoulder as Diego continues forward, leading them outside and towards the stables.

Once Silver is fully equipped, Diego leads her out, feeling the anticipation in his heart as the horse meets his gaze. Offering gentle pats, he seeks to comfort both himself and the steed. With his pockets emptied into the saddlebag, he climbs onto the horse before he extends an outstretched hand to assist Giorno. As soon as the other blonde is settled behind him, Diego glances back.

❝ You've done everything you could. Don't. . .be too hard on yourself. We'll bring her back, Gio. I promise. Hang on tight; I can't lose another one of you. ❞ A faint smile graces his lips, a small effort to ease the weight of distress they both carry. He looks forward, reaching behind him into his saddlebag's front to retrieve an item, sniffing it before returning it to the bag without giving Giorno a chance to even see what it was.

Pupils receding, the lines on his face parting into a grin as his heels gently urge Silver Bullet to trot towards the main street. He heavily sniffs the air until his head snaps to the right, directing the reins before tapping the horse's side to encourage a full-speed gallop in the designated direction. It's only as they distance themselves from town that one foot pulls from the stirrup.

❝ You're taking over now. . .I've got her trail. ❞ Diego allows little time between his words, sitting up, one leg swinging over the horse as he dismounts mid-stride and disappears into the darkness behind his horse and Giorno. Only moments later Diego emerges from the darkness catching up to Silver Bullet in his Utahraptor form before overtaking her to lead them further, covering what feels like miles through darkness before coming to a sudden stop.

Piercing eyes blink, faint breaths escaping the creature's snout as it surveys the surroundings. A gentle barking noise resonates, and its tail sways from side to side. The cyan Utahraptor turns its head from left to right, contemplating the next move. For a brief moment, it glances back to Giorno before focusing on the air, the motions growing more urgent. The scene unfolds as it approaches the side of Silver Bullet, unfazed by her owner.

The snout presses to the saddlebag, and if Giorno understands the creature's intention, he'll discover a small bracelet that once belonged to Vera. If offered, Diego sniffs at the item in contemplation before turning his head, taking another whiff, it's head then turning decisively in a specific direction.

#godborn #v :: tbd #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ⊹ — ↳ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵈⁱᵉᵍᵒ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈᵒ ⊹ — ↳ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. #[ u v u aww he cares hehe ]

[vialaviolenza]

@lovesigned continued from here !

Everything was gone, his very soul feeling as though it was nothing but stagnant particle dust drifting in an industrial prison. . .It feels like a nightmare, one that he can't wake from. It's like every ounce of him was splayed open for the world to see⸻Everyone knew who he was, a perpetual target on his back that he always had to worry about. If such wasn't enough, he didn't have his gun anymore, it was just him and all it took was one particular run with bad luck for his world to freeze on its axis. Truth be told, sometimes he danced with the idea that such would be better, easier, and far more peaceful. . .He felt in his core that he was no one. That he was worthless, a mistake, a failure, a⸻⸻

The knocking on his door pulls him from the plague of thoughts weighing him into nothingness, a dry visage despite the anguish. . .Leone never really was someone who cried, he was denied the catharsis of the expulsion entirely. . .so when he opens the door it takes him a moment to realize he was a human being again. . .and the second he sees Risotto there, the grief swallows him. Initially, it's a kiss, but in that moment, Leone can't quite discern whether he initiated it as a saving grace from his current reality or if it was purely because it was HIM.

One moment he's standing, the next he's against the couch with Risotto over top of him. Leone's chipped onyx-painted nails reach out, clinging to the taller man, as heavy breaths come and go. Gradients of saffron and amethyst stare with distress, one eye-watering before a singular tear slips down his pale cheek, his lips colliding with equal hunger. His hands shift to drape against Risotto's neck so that he may pull him closer and kiss him until he can't breathe. . .Only then does he decide to sever the kiss.

❝⸻I don't. . .Just take me away from this. . .❞ It's clear he's distressed, ❝ I just need. . .to be somewhere else. Please, Risotto. ❞ Hands shift, one hand moving down Risotto's chest as a kiss is pressed to his jawline, moving slowly down his neck. ❝ I need this. . .we can talk about it later. ❞ It's a promise he knows he'll have to fulfill later on, but if he can have one moment of respite, he was going to fucking take it.

❝  Use me. . .Anyway, you want I. . .❞ Messy black lips part as his breath quickens, his body heaving as breaths roll freely across Risotto's neck. ❝ Please. ❞ A whisper as his hand moves to caress the larger man's groin with intention, his teeth biting into his neck as he groans loudly and it's unclear if it's sensually driven or an expulsion of emotion he doesn't know how to release. Leone's mouth shifts so that his tongue can rub against the imprints in his skin as he pulls back, a pop escaping as he breaths out heavily, his breath cold as it rolls past the teeth mark. ❝ I need you. ❞

#lovesigned #v :: tbd #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ ⊹ — ↳ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ #∘⡊ ★ ˚⊹ ˡᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵃᵇᵇᵃᶜᶜʰⁱᵒ ⊹ — ↳ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ’ᵐ ᵗʳᵃᵍⁱᶜ⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵗ. #[ abba : i need u ] #[ ris probably : no u need therapy ] #[ fsfgsgg ] #// n s f w