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ravenzeppeli · 1 month

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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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gravitywasneveranoption · 1 month

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COLLAB ART WITH @fenscranberrycabin

HELL'S GREATEST ANIMATRONIC FRIEND!!!

(Characters belong to @jekinabox @plxtypusbearr73 and @fenscranberrycabin )

#oc #artists on tumblr #art #artwork #oc art #tw horror #tw body horror #tw religious themes #tw religious imagery #tw religious mention #tw religion #tw scopophobia #collab art #artist collab #lou.ser #hunter ball #lou miller

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7saith-moved · 2 months

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HOLY LIGHT OVER NIGHT , OH, KEEP THE SPIRIT STRONG.

name: lucifer fallhaven

nicknames: luci

species: fallen angel

residence: purgoe, louisiana & venice, italy ( previous hellvilli )

occupation(s): head of fallhaven crime family, ceo of nether corp

previous titles: king of hell

sexuality: heterosexual

visual age: 40's

actual age: need to ask?

fc representation: penn badgley

WARNINGS of mention of torture, weapons, abandonment, violence, crime .

STRENGTHS

influence: as a former king of hell and the ceo of nethercorp, lucifer possesses immense influence over both the supernatural and human realms.

legal acumen: having worked his way up as a lawyer in the nineteenth century, lucifer is highly skilled in legal matters, making him a formidable negotiator and manipulator.

immortality: being a fallen angel, lucifer is immortal and resistant to many conventional forms of harm

WEAKNESSES

heavenly restrictions: lucifer is bound by the agreement between heaven and hell, limiting the extent of his actions to prevent upsetting the balance and facing consequences from higher powers.

vulnerability to divine forces: despite his power, lucifer is vulnerable to the forces of heaven and divine intervention.

complicated past: lucifer carries the weight of his rebellious past, which can be exploited emotionally or psychologically.

SPECIAL ABILITIES

soul contracts: lucifer can offer contracts to humans in exchange for their souls, granting him their allegiance and servitude.

shape-shifting: as a fallen angel, lucifer can change his appearance to blend in with humans or adopt a more intimidating form.

hellish influence: he can exert control over demonic forces and manipulate hellish energies..

TRAITS

charismatic: lucifer possesses a charismatic and persuasive demeanor that draws people in.

strategic: he is a master strategist, always thinking several steps ahead to achieve his goals.

ambitious: lucifer is driven by ambition and a desire to maintain control over the supernatural realms.

WHAT THE HEAVENLY COUNCIL TELLS YOU . . .

Long before the current accord between realms, Lucifer was a revered and mighty archangel in the celestial hierarchy. His unmatched charm and beauty earned him the moniker "Lightbringer." However, his pride and yearning for independence led him to challenge God's authority. This defiance sparked a cataclysmic conflict in the heavens. Lucifer and his followers fiercely battled against the heavenly forces but were eventually overpowered and banished from paradise. The once-glorious archangel found himself plummeting from heaven, his once majestic wings now scorched and torn as he descended into the depths of the infernal abyss. The anguish of God's retribution haunted Lucifer for centuries. The memory of the war he started, the agony of rejection, and the burning pain of his damaged wings served as constant reminders of his rebellion. God's punishment left an enduring mark on Lucifer's psyche, stirring feelings of torment.

THE TRUTH . . .

Humans often overlook the fact that everything was orchestrated. Heaven required a scapegoat, and Lucifer willingly took on the role out of loyalty to his father. With a heavy heart, he dared to pose a question that gnawed at his conscience: Was it pride or mere curiosity, and when did curiosity become a sin? Before the heavenly council, he voiced his inquiry, only to quickly see the deception in front of him.

ACT ; ONE - THE DEFIANCE

In the pristine white corridors of Heaven, urgency fills the air as a tumult looms on the horizon. With swift force, Lucifer is seized and hauled to the heart of Heaven, where he faces the consequences of his rebellion. No mercy, not even from the angelic. A knife is drawn and soon the vision turns to white. "you're nothing" a voice rings through the piercing rings. his brothers have made him foe.

ACT ; TWO - THINK WE MADE THE SUN CRY

Lucifer refuses to speak of the terrifying events. With closed eyes, he imagines his mother's comforting embrace. Despite his torn wings, he briefly finds solace in her love, feeling as if he's experiencing the tranquility of a mortal's peaceful passing—silent, fierce, and strangely beautiful. is this his death?

ACT ; THREE - IN THE END WE'RE ALL FALLEN

As Lucifer plunges through the skies, the echoes of angelic screams reverberate through the celestial realm, a haunting reminder of their once-beloved comrade's descent. Legend has it that Lucifer's impact upon the mortal ground was so tremendous that it cleaved a continent in twain. A deep chasm formed between the fractured landmasses, into which cascaded torrents of water. Downward, Lucifer plummeted into the abyss of eternal darkness, descending into the infernal depths of Hell.

ACT ; ? - O'MORTAL NOT EVEN YOU DESERVE TO KNOW THE HORRORS OF HELL.

After countless centuries, a weakened Lucifer emerges from his slumber amidst the damned souls of Hell. Amidst the wretched souls surrounding him, he pauses to mourn the heavens that had forsaken him, tears streaming down his face before drying into a mask of rage. Determined not to emulate his father's failures, Lucifer resolves to fulfill his duty to care for those around him. Gradually, what was once known as Hell transforms into Hellvilli, an empire forged in darkness. Under Lucifer's reign, sinners find redemption and rise above the judgment that once condemned them.

THE PRESENT . . .

Lucifer is thriving in the modern era, commanding his infernal family with remarkable prowess, causing unease in the heavenly realms. The Fallhavens, a formidable supernatural crime syndicate, boast a membership exceeding a hundred individuals. Their frequent clashes with rival supernatural families, particularly those associated with Heaven, are well-known. The historic animosity between angels and demons has historically resulted in deadly conflicts, though recent times have seen a welcome decrease in hostilities.

In 1927, the Heavenly Council seeks Lucifer to draft contracts due to a decline in mortal prayers. A council of Hellvillian princes has been established to maintain cosmic equilibrium. These seven influential figures currently dwell on Earth, scattered across the globe. Their actions sow chaos and lead mortals towards embracing the sanctity of goodness.

Lucifer unleashes chaos on Earth, establishing Hellvillian as a nine-layered realm of damnation, with a small town called Purgoe perched atop its hierarchy. This town remains hidden, visible only to sinners, a determination made by the heavenly council. Each new mortal soul entering Earth undergoes judgment and prediction for either eternal damnation or heavenly ascent, a game played among the angels that Lucifer finds excessively cruel.

Yet, it's crucial to understand that Lucifer's involvement in making contracts was not by choice. He was coerced by the threat of harm to his family, compelling him to make difficult decisions and swear an oath to the heavenly council. Fret not, mortal as the king of hell has a plan to bring hell to it's lone kingdom.

#✦ ・ lucifer dossier #tw tortue mention #tw horror #tw religion #tw: religious themes

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agirlwithmagicpals · 2 months

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dogday moodboard (horror edition)

#agirlwithmagicpals #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday #smiling critters #play place #liminal aesthetic #sun aesthetic #tw religious themes #dog aesthetic #orange moodboard #horror aesthetic #tw god mention #heretic #sunshine character with trama #aesthetic board #tw teeth #tw eye imagery

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shararan · 6 months

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On one hand, yes Shen Yuan being chronically ill pre-transmigration is fanon. On the other, I struggle NOT thinking of him as chronically ill anyway considering like... Without-A-Cure

#im not saying this is a point towards canon now but #his immediate adjustment to without-a-cure?#lends itself extremely well to fics depicting him as chronically ill pre transmigration #not to mention his overall theme fearuring a lot of body horror shit #more so than SJ #he has this kind of constant worry yet flippancy about his flesh too #again all of it lends itself sooooo well to chronic illness depictions #so like. yeah not canon but also not surprising yknow?#<- miffed when people can't point out canon vs fanon muddying without assuming ill intent #actually fandom in general but still #sharan talks #im trying to distract myself cause slept so badly i felt like crying

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todayisafridaynight · 4 months

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So, here’s a question I don’t think anyone’s asked or at least it’s been a while… why is Jo your favorite?

i was trying to find the post where i explained it in depth but i'll give a tl;dr his backstory regarding masato and his implied childhood abuse recontextualizes a lot of his behaviors and actions as well as adds extra layers to his devotions to arakawa and the speculative progression of that relationship going from strictly 'transactional' (being that he's only there to see masato and arakawa just Happens to be there) to genuine respect and adoration and that makes my brain tingle. also i think hes hot

#snap chats #him being attractive to me is like truly at the bottom of my priority list tho #i just think its hilarious how my literal first thought when i saw him on screen was 'oh he's. attractive'#LIKE THAT LITERALLY NEVER HAPPENS SO ITS IMPORTANT I MENTION IT JLVKAEJLVKAJ #but before i act uncouth i'm moving on #he's also silly but Blink And You Miss It so #lke Genuinely silly its realy funny #not Mine slly where he's deathly serious all the time i mean sawashiro actually has a tiny funny bone in his body #for days when the horrors dont overtake him anyhow #thats another thing about jo i really like. like it's just small bits like that that remind you of his humanity #even if he tries to assert he doesnt have any humanity left his sense of duty really is a trait of it #he's not above doing abysmal things no thats why i like him LOL but his sentimentality....... //clenches fist// im gonna throw up #also his theme bangs. both of them #theyre both so good ouuughgghgHHHHHHRRAAAAAH #i was gnna make a note bout the eye scene but then i was gnna make a note about the money scene #so just. Any Scene Where He Scares Me #those are very good #ok thats it i said id keep it short so. bye LOL

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lovesickeros · 5 months

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Your writing is actually like so good like i literally can't do that stuff even tho I have written for God knows how many years atp like,,, HOW?? I COULDNT EVEN COME UP WITH A SIMPLE COMPLIMENT AND YET YOU WROTE

“Your eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded me of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of your eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left me feeling lightheaded and breathless.” - even the gods bleed [pt 2]

JSHDHDJDJDN THANK YOU???? I worry all the flowery language feels awkward but i am a sucker for things like that i shove it into every fic i can..glad 2 know yall like it 🏃‍♂️

im also just incredibly dramatic. it's a careful balance between being descriptive enough to get my themes across but not enough to alienate any readers and if I can't describe colors then I'm going to be a menace to society and describe it in the most vague way possible. enjoy ur 500 word description of a plate /j

#asks #anon #like. i try to avoid mentioning specific characteristics (hair color eye color skin color hair type etc)#but also ensure the general theme of what im trying to convey gets across #like in the part of my fic you mentioned (etheral and otherworldly. a disconnect between humanity and reader)#both from the perspective of the acolytes and from the reader.#almost. whimsical. unnatural. out of place.#reader is the divine but they do not belong there.#i try to be vague with readers personality as well (unless specifically requested otherwise)#but i want there to be an unease. an unatural stillness.#sort of like that feeling when you see something that looks human but its. wrong in a way. in a way you cannot describe #there is something wrong and you do not know what. you know that you must run #so a vague level of horror at play um. but lowkey eldritch horror reader is my fav soooooo #i need reader to be freaking out their acolytes but pushing thru it bc why would they be afraid of their creator? of the divine?#but that feelings of wrongness lingers at the back of their mind every time they are near #also adding to it that i dont really describe about readers eyes is that it. moves #like. whenever readers eyes move so does the view of the stars/planets/galaxies moves with it.#not in the sense that the stars themselves move. but rather that like a camera the focus has been shifted.#and now they are seeing entirely new stars and galaxies.#pats reader this bad boy can fit so much eldritch horror beyond human comprehension in them!#wow this got off topic fast um.#oop 🏃‍♂️

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amygdalae · 1 year

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Hey

Influx of followers recently so here is a reminder that sometimes there will be things on this blog that may be somewhat SCARY And while I do my best to tag plenty of things/potential triggers theres still a small margin for human error and it's up to you to use your best judgment vis a vis risking getting frightened

#i just wanna mention this cuz i think ppl follow me sometimes from my heehoo joke posts but this is also a bloodborne/horror themed blog #i usually assume we r on the same page abt this and like it says scary images in my bio. but heres a reminder anyway

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thygeep · 2 months

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Tw: Body horror, Sexism, Religion

I’m really trying to push myself to make what I want too and not what I think people would like. This piece will have a lot of context in a larger story.

#art #gothic #original characters #original character #oc #fantasy #ocs #gothic horror #tw #tw sexism #tw body horror #tw horror #tw sex mention #tw religion #tw religious themes

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eddeearts · 2 months

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When you’re writing (or character building) and all the symbolism and themes in the character, their visuals, and words/names is all extremely fitting despite being somewhat random

Fr though, my partially possessed “God-King” that I’ve been calling Raptor / Rook? Yeah all the themes of those words fit him to a T. I’m also counting things from the Etymology* of these words.

Raptor: bird of prey, plunderer, ravisher, to seize

Rook: corvid/crow/raven, cheater, simpleton/cheated, chariot

Chariot: a weapon of war that served as a dominant or large factor in warfare for several hindered years. It was useful and strong, but eventually was surpassed, in other words its time came to a close.

My poor possessed man who rose to power only to be corrupted and meet an end, cheated in that his power thwarted his goals, a cheater in that he lives on, hundreds of years after his human lifespan ended. My beloved “I became what I daughter to destroy” trope fulfiller: Rühk**, later known as King Raptores.

*etymology is word history/evolution

**name spelling is not final

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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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Claimed Preface

You Found Me |Risotto x Reader|

warning: this entire one-shot series is 18+ and is rated MA. This one shot series will feature- strong language, violence, abuse, sexual themes, abuse, murder, drugs, yandere characteristics and relationships, some horror elements, all kinds of sex (extreme/normal), as well as extremely dark subject matter. Please read with extreme caution if you are 18 or over and want to read. This is the official rewrite of Claimed.

Risotto felt that death was near as these two men circled him, this being a rare occasion where his stand did not prevent him from being attacked. He was snuck from behind by two men, something metal crashing into his head as he dropped to the ground. Everything was blurry, his head wet with his own blood, he felt everything slipping away.. until something unexpected happened.

"Don't rip me off because I'm a female, now you're dead," Risotto heard a low feminine voice call out, six gunshots firing as the familiar sound of bodies dropping to the floor filled his ears. Footsteps.. he heard low footsteps rush towards him. "I can close up your head.. like brand new." He felt a cool hand on his head, a tight feeling pulling at his scalp suddenly, causing his body to stiffen.

He immediately rose to his feet as he saw a dark figure dart past him. As he looked around, he saw no figure, instead seeing two dead men with their heads blown off and a young woman looking up at him. He looked down at you, his head tilting to the side. "Who the fuck are you?" He's never once seen you before- he would have remembered seeing someone as physically attractive as you.

You just stared up at him, your gun directly next to your left hand. You didn't seem to reach for it, instead silently staring up at him, your face completely blank. What the fuck was the matter with you?

He placed his foot on your gun, scooting it away from you. "I asked you a question. It would be smart of you to answer." He leaned down, picking your gun up and placing it in his empty holster. As he straightened himself up, his hand shot to the back of his head, feeling a dull throb. As he felt where he was split open, he froze, feeling his head completely stitched up. "Did you stitch my head?"

You stood up, "My name is Y/N. Those men ripped me off. They owe me 100 dollars. So I killed them. They bought weed and gave me fake money. The guy I work for was pissed." You shrugged your shoulders, head tilting upwards as you stared up at him. "I'm gonna go now. I want to go home, and it will take me a while to get rid of these bodies. How about you just go?"

Something about you was very fascinating to Risotto, something so deeply fascinating that he couldn't just simply leave you here. It was obvious that you had a stand, and you seemed to be fine with murder. Despite him being embarrassed to admit you also saved his life, he just might have died if you wouldn't have shot the two men. He.. something deep within him wanted you. Immediately, he decided that he was going to keep you. He couldn't let you go, couldn't let such a good opportunity go.

"No need to worry about any of that Y/N, cleaning up a dead body is no such job for a lady," he spoke to you, reaching his hand out, gently grabbing your wrist. "Come walk back to my base with me. We have a lot of things to discuss."

As he walked forward, he kept a light grip on your wrist, one you could easily pull out of. Instead of pulling away from him, you followed him, letting him keep a grip on your wrist. "Wait.. I think I know of you. Risotto? You're a capo, aren't you? People always whisper your name in Naples. They're so scared of you."

You didn't seem to be afraid of him at all, instead seeming suddenly unreadable, your face as blank as his and showing no emotion. Most women would be terrified to be in a situation like this, but you seemed to feel nothing at all, not even attempting to pull away from him, something he expected you to do. He made it to where you could easily pull away from him, but you kept following him.

"I'm sure you knew who I was the moment you saw me," he replied to you, causing you to shrug at him, something people never do to him. People fear him. They don't shrug at him. "I am going to put you in my office and talk to my men about you. If they agree to my plan, then I will come into my office and discuss it with you. I will not hurt you, and I will not kill you. I am not planning to do anything bad to you." He wanted to clear that up because, as of now, he had no intentions to hurt you. Instead, he had completely different intentions. Intentions to make you a permanent member of the team. A very important permanent member.

You shrugged again, not giving him a reply, causing him to suddenly like that you just seemed to shrug. He didn't have to kidnap you or force you to come with him like he expected, and he had a feeling that you would agree to his plan. Yes.. you were absolutely perfect. You were going to be the perfect girlfriend and hopefully one day wife to him as well as his six men. He was suddenly starting to feel glad that he decided to take a rare walk by himself tonight. Discovering you.. he had such a good feeling about you. You were theirs, even without him putting his dick inside of you and claiming you physically, you were already theirs.

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