#ravenzeppeli

[ravenzeppeli]

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.

#tw adult themes #tw mature #tw manipulation #tw yandere #tw strong language #tw everything #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #tw language #dio brando #dio x reader #dio x you #jojo stardust crusaders #ravenzeppeli yandere #tw threats

[bambinaamor]

If I can be extremely honest the reason why I got Tumblr was to read content I can't normally get on ao3 or wattpad I was reading this story called claimed by @ravenzeppeli and to be honest it was one of the best fan fictions I ever read but when I started really paying attention to their post it got me thinking about there actual mentality and there strong emotions about that fic like about people stealing and reposting there story on other platforms and I to be extremely honest just thought they were complaining over nothing when the most recent chapter came out I was extremely excited to read it just to find out I had to pay to read it so I commented " Well I guess I'll never know what happened then because bills are more important and tbh it's not worth it" something like that and I wake up to realize that claimed has been destroyed I get that people have very strong feelings over there content but I never knew it could go to that degree overall I wish I could read claimed once again I just wanted to state my opinion on the whole situation

If you are reading this @ravenzeppeli I mean no harm I hope you are well and one day claimed can come back you were an excellent writer and I hope you know that

With love barbieann

#bring back claimed #ravenzeppeli #la squadra claimed #stating my opinion

[i2joots]

Birdhouse Blues (Yandere Esidisi x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

When You Disobey (Diego Brando x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Day of the Woman (Diego Brando x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 

Vengeance (Jonathan x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2

Scandalous (Jonathan x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Road to Redemption (Rohan x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 

Daddy (DIO x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Yandere Chronicles (La Squadra x Reader) 

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

#ravenzeppeli #RavenZeppeli writing

[sinfulwrites]

for some reason you remind me of my favorite jojos bizarre adventure author RavenZeppeli.. she deleted her account tho. she had a lot of similar interest that you do!!😋

Aw, thank you!! I wish I could've seen their blog!

#asks #also based gif #god I love part 5 #I love this crazy drug lord

[coraldazewitch]

Pass the happy! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! I'm passing it on to you <3

Dogs

Cats

My best friends

Snakes (yes i know weird but gotta love danger noodles)

And anything anime related especially JJBA

@jootslat @whoreiaki-kakyoin @jotaros-massive-tiddies @tenthgrove @wiccan-potato24 @retrogamingblog2 @hajnarus @ravenzeppeli @witcher-not-quitter @zyettemoon1800

I know some of probably don’t recognize me but I follow all of you and i normally just like your posts but otherwise don’t interact but I figured this would be a nice icebreaker to get to know each other a lil bit better

[pretty-pink-seaslug]

This post is meant for my mutuals, but if you’re curious enough to read for yourself just heed the warnings!

This is basically a list of writers I’ve seen nonchalantly write character x reader rape fics n shit, do keep in mind tho that these writers are mainly yandere writers, and don’t try to hit me with shit like “If you can’t handle rape maybe you shouldn’t read yandere” or stuff like that cuz y’all are canceled— and for the love of god do NOT @ these people and do NOT harass them in any way, remember this post is meant for people who would care not to see these mfs ok 👌 oh and fun fact dubcon is pretty much the same exact thing so the writers that titled them as “dubcon” and not “Noncon” also go on this list:

•jotaros-massive-tiddies

•megan-is-mia

•ddarker-dreams

•a-nonnie-mousse

•abri-chan

•j0succ

•fascination-street-writing

•blueluneacy

•yanderebloodlust

•yanderefangirl

•dear-yandere

•earthbound-lovegoddess

•ramwrites

•yandere-scenarios

•mercurymetals (I wish I didn’t find out ;-; I love their writing and I didn’t know they wrote anything nsfw and I’m praying they don’t see this)

•bigwriterenergy

•yanderenightmare

•inorganicone2230

•yanderexbabydoll

•bli-flores

•reinawritesbnha

•katsukikitten

•yandere-daydreams

•bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love (they also wrote incest aka step sister reader x shigaraki rape so like cool)

•lovekeigo

•the-grimm-writer

•lovelove-dere

•theladyshinigami

•snappysnapo

•(edit) staruplatinum (they’re retired but just Incase they come back)

•(edit) korpuskat

•(edit) palbabor (damn eldritch demon ass name—)

•(edit) monst

•(edit) yanlovex3

•(edit) seiyasabi

•(edit) httdoggo

•(edit) yanderejojoimagines

•(edit) ravenzeppeli (Better yet it was untagged and unwarned!!! 🤪🥴)

•(edit) d0nterra

•(edit) savnofilter

•(edit) lord-explosion-baku

•(edit) theodora3022

•(edit) vixenpen

•(edit) tomurasprincess

•(edit) lets-just-daydream (She doesn’t even write yandere these are just things she clearly thinks is ok I guess— hell sometimes it’s not even warned like the one where she didn’t tag Stockholm syndrome and slavery)

•(edit) angxlyxn (I’m telling you it’s always the ones with the set aesthetics that are the most fucked)

•(edit) honeytea8

•(edit) the-writing-hero-ghostwriter

•(edit) alonelytinywriter

•(edit) shorkbrian

•(edit) softyswork

•(edit) abigsoftvibe

•(edit) nanasparadise

•(edit) lixis-sin-cauldron

•(edit) captainmcslashypaws

•(edit) sugarfairychan

•(edit) butkacchanwewerefive

•(edit) bloody-roses00

•(edit) drxwsyni

•(edit) abbacchiosbelt

•(edit) myyanderehero

•(edit) love-toxin

•(edit) wickedyan

•(edit) kazooli

•(edit) coldsoba

•(edit) darlingyanderes

•(edit) mistabullets

•(edit) urdearcrybaby

•(edit) lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten (the discord mods got her nooo)

•(edit) babiebucciarati

•(edit) yanderegarbage

•(edit) bu-bu-bunnywrites

•(edit) nympsycho-ao3

•(edit) moonmagicglowup

•(edit) pinky-the-elephant-room

•(edit) plums-princess

•(edit) critter-junior

•(edit) hawkschick

•(edit) mangospams

•(edit) libiraki

•(edit) toorusushijima

•(edit) the-lady-writes-what

•(edit) m00nchildthings

•(edit) chelsgal1993

•(edit) thegreatshippingwar

•(edit) electricshippingstuff

•(edit) notlycheesden

•(edit) massacremonday (nice job on not tagging rape and also using very specific tags nobody’s gonna block btw 🥰 consider this a hit list)

•(edit) kickshaws-corpse

•(edit) amothwhowrites

•(edit) yandere-lovebites

•(edit) nasti-bnha

•(edit) angelamajiki (theyre also super into incest so like—)

•(edit) cherrytenko

•(edit) andeyeoof

•(edit) sohin-ace (I had hope for you dude 😭)

•(edit) strawberrythiccshake

•(edit) insomniacfics (consider this a hitlist homie 😎)

•(edit) fallensvint (another incest writer— what is with rape writers and liking incest????)

•(edit) kure-san (ANOTHER INCEST RAPE WRITER??? LIKE DAMN IF YOURE AN ONLY CHILD JUST SAY IT—)

•(edit) akazasbrat

•(edit) za-yandere-warudo

•(edit) degawrites

•(edit) chibikochannumberone

•(edit) nonobadcat

•(edit) novasdarling

•(edit) remember-to-be-gentle

•(edit) sluttbuttsstuff

•(edit) bvtterflykisses

•(edit) honeydarlings

•(edit) fatgumsupremacy (fatgum would never >:0 )

•(edit) yanderechuu

•(edit) asce-of-hearts

•(edit) villain-hotline

•(edit) the-scythes-pen

•(edit) lasquadrayandere

Remember to read the disclaimer at the top! And extra fun fact: I did NOT actively search for these blogs’ names, I searched for them through how I unfortunately found them at first (looking up yandere insert character/fandom and then seeing this shit, sometimes not even searching up the yandere part) extra disclaimer to not harass anyone on this list! And even if you do end up harassing them don’t you dare blame that shit on me cuz I told you not to—

#noncon mention #rape mention #dubcon mention #i won’t tag fandom x reader for this Cuz I don’t wanna risk them looking it up and them finding this post #lol ignore me #tw noncon #rape tw #tw dubcon

[theultimatewaffle]

How come u don't answer the request with the request? Like you do them separately.

Oh since I wanna do them,more longer and it kinda makes it look nicer,and Im still new to this stuff since im kinda inspired on how ravenzeppeli,and other authors,they write in a very intresting,but I can change it if you want since I wanna make you guys happy(I mean like format thats why I write like that)

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 1- Different |La Squadra x Reader|

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tw strong language #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #la squadra #tw yandere #ravenzeppeli yandere #tw language #tw adult themes #la squadra claimed #claimed la squadra #tw sex #tw mature #Illuso #melone #risotto #Formaggio #pesci #Ghiaccio #proscuitto jojo #prosciutto #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #jjba vento auero #part 5 vento aureo

[ravenzeppeli]

You Dare Disobey Me, Girl? |Silva x Reader Angst|

Warning: brutal spanking, language, nudity, humiliation, sexual themes/discussions, physical abuse.

      Silva stood in front of you, his huge 6'6 form towering over you like a skyscraper, his blue eyes hard and menacing, body ripped with muscles. He made you feel so small and fragile- he could tear you apart if he wished.. that was the exciting part about working here- the rush of always being just so close to death. "I don't like when you act out Y/N, I found you nine years ago trusting you and taking you under my wing. Treating you as my own. Why would you dare to break my trust? Look at you now, in deep shit."

       You were completely naked, humiliation being apart of the punishment as your hands were tied above. You looked up at the metal bar, a sigh escaping your lips as you studied the rope. "I wasn't breaking your trust, I was just overwhelmed that you wanted Illumi to marry me. I didn't mean to run

away, I was going to eventually come back once I had time to think." You didn't like Illumi at all, he had no personality. You sound much rather marry Milluki, at least he speaks kindly to you.

         "You dare disobey me, girl? In my own damn house, acting so keen about everything. You are going to pay," he snapped, taking his thick leather belt off. He shook his head, silver hair resting on his broad shoulders. "You will marry Illumi and you will have my grandchildren. You knew that I would seek that in you, you knew Y/N. That is why I trained you so brutally for all of these years." His bright blue eyes traced down your body, staring at your womanhood with intensity.

         Your cheeks flushed red at the utter humiliation of all of this, knowing that he stares on purpose to humiliate you. Ever since you turned 20 he had begun a new phase in your punishing.. it was painful and embarrassing but in a way you liked it. The pain that once made you go insane was now turning you on wildly, making you grow wet with anticipation for your beating. "I'm sorry I disrespected you."

        His eyes traced up your body, full focus now on your breasts.  "You're going to be very sorry once I'm done with you. I was generous enough to allow you a warning the first time but that came with a promise that you wouldn't run away again. You broke that, so now I am going to beat your ass. Do you understand me?" He questioned, his black shoes padding against the hard ground, now standing in front of you. The leather belt was at his side, taunting you.

          "Why do you have to stare at me like that? What's the reason of staring at someone you will never have anyways? I belong to your little son, shouldn't he be the one to do this since I'm being forced to marry him?" You questioned, tone sharp.. you quickly regretted smarting off to him by the look in his eyes. Suddenly, you were fucking terrified.. your heart rapidly skipping a beat.

          "I could have you and take you right now if I wanted, my wife and I would use your body up.. separately and together. We would break you and next time we will, rather you are Illumi's wife or not. You will be handled," Silva snapped, slapping his large palm across your face with force, a snap gasp escaping your lips as your legs went weak. If it wasn't for the chains that tied your hands you would have fell to the ground. "You will marry my son and you will have our grandchildren. Or you will have mine, and I won't treat you well. Illumi will, do you see how well I treat my wife? I've never put my hands on her unless she asked."

         You shook your head weakly, "how could I marry a man that I don't love? At least give me more time to love him Silva, he hardly speaks to me. He hates me." You looked down, blood dripping onto the floor in front of you, the left side of your face throbbing. You wanted more.. why couldn't you just marry Silva or Kikyo? Damn it, this sucked.

         "He will be back in a week, you will marry her next day. You had seven years, I refuse to wait any longer. Now it is time for me to punish you," he said, walking behind you, his hand resting on your back. "He will learn to love you and he is willing, I already asked him and he said that he would treat you well. You will live rich and you will never be out of work. You will have a great life, just as you do now. Stop being stupid, now apologize to me."

           "But what if Illumi wasn't the one that I desire? What if the one I desire is someone else, someone that I owe my life too," you said, staring into his eyes. It was wrong to love Silva, so wrong.. but everything in this world was wrong. You were wrong. "I love you Silva, please let me be with Kikyo and I promise that I will make the both of you happy," you begged, tears falling down your face. You haven't cried in so long. "I love you so much, please love me back."

           Your desperate and lonely heart clung yo both him and Kikyo those seven years ago and you've been in love with Silva and slowly falling in love with Kikyo ever sense. You usually spent every waking moment with Silva.. how could not fall in love with him? It was impossible to avoid, now you are stuck marrying his stupid son who has the personality of a fucking plank. That was why you ran, you had to escape all of this but instead of letting you go he had to find you. This just wasn't fair at all.

         Suddenly a whip sound filled the air, the hard leather belt crashing on your ass with such force that it knocked the wind out of you, a loud sob escaping your lips, your legs trembling. The motion repeated two more times, the two harsh smack causing your entire body to tremble, a harsh burning sensation lighting your ass on fire. Again. Again. Again. He wasn't letting up, leaving your confession unanswered as he beat you, a low grunt escaping his lips.

         "W-why?" You sobbed out, your legs finally collapsing and giving out. You were hanging by your hands, that being the only thing keeping you up. Despite how uncomfortable it was you couldn't stand.. you were in too much pain as the leather whoosh began to attack your spots.

          "I don't love you in that way, Kikyo and I love you but we have no romantic feelings towards you. Illumi does and he is who you will be with- a man your age. He's my son, if you love me then you can love him," spoke Silva, continuing to harshen his blows. You felt the welts forming on your ass, the bruises that wouldn't heal for a month.. this was your reality. "Apologize and I'll stop. You're bleeding, it is only going to get much worse for you." 

          "I-I apologize!" You cried out, causing the leather belt to finally drop. You sobbed, entire body now shaking.. it hurt so bad, your ass throbbing, hands cramping.. you shouldn't have said anything. You should have never ran away.. you knew that this was bound to happen sometime.

          "Good, I'll come let you go and clean up in a few hours. For now just think about rather you want to wear white or another color next week. Perhaps red, it compliments you" he muttered, walking out the door and leaving you alone to suffer in pain.. just as he always did.

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🩸Not A Fair Punishment |Risotto x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: this one shot is a dark lemon, containing dark themes. this one shot is rated MA, only for 18+. this one shot contains noncon (period), humiliation, vibrator torture, mental abuse, threats, strong language, suicide mention, as well as blood.

      "If you wouldn't have disobeyed him then you wouldn't be in this situation," Prosciutto muttered as he crouched down in front of you, placing his soft fingers under your chin, raising your trembling head. No- your entire body was trembling. "You can't go behind our back Y/N, it isn't okay." His face was stern yet soft at the same time, his blue eyes staring at you, thankfully not trailing down to look at your nude body. He wasn't like that.. you respected him for that.

       You've been on your knees for hours, vibrator on high plunged deep inside of your womanhood, not giving you a single second of a break. Your hands were balled into fists, resting on the red carpet of Risotto's office floor. His desk was in front, the desk that he made you kneel in front of as he lectured you on the dangers of going behind his back, then leaving you here with Prosciutto to further your embarrassment. All you did was complete a mission that Polpo commanded you do alone- you were just doing your fucking job and this was what you got.

      He confronted you days after the mission, right when your period started like he was waiting. He knew that you would listen to him because you respected him deeply, just as you would listen if you were left with Prosciutto. It was a deep betrayal of your love and trust, using the love that you had against you. Fuck.. it worked. Tears finally filled your eyes as you stared at Prosciutto- you felt yourself breaking.

      Period blood stained the vibrator and the red carpet beneath you- the vibrator's gentle hum ringing throughout your ears, driving you as mad as the feeling of it inside of you, unmoving and fucking frustrating. "I was doing my job, I don't deserve to be humiliated in front of you! What if everyone finds out and I'm humiliated more, they already think I'm weak and now they're going to do this to me too!" You sobbed, snatching your face away from his gentle grasp, ashamed to even be touched. "Don't touch me!"

       "Risotto and I aren't going to tell anyone- I already asked him to agree to that one condition if I agreed to watch you. They aren't going to fuck you, don't be scared," he said softly, placing his hand on your bare shoulder.

       "You'll never see me the same again- you will look at me and always see this! I'm.. I'm going to kill myself! I can't live with this humiliation!" You screamed, feeling yourself go mad from the hours spent having to do this.. it hurt. Your knees stung, red from carpet burn due to hours of kneeling but Risotto didn't give a fuck about that. Your were making a bloody mess all over yourself and the vibrator was starting to hurt, your pussy cramping from the discomfort that it was causing. You.. you couldn't do this anymore.

       Just as you ended your final sentence Risotto entered, his red eyes and black sclera landing right on you as soon as he entered. His thin white brows pulled into a scowl, perfectly chiseled face still so beautiful even as his entire face twisted into anger.. but it was a calm anger. Always, he knew how to compose himself. "Thank you for watching her Prosciutto, I think I'm going to take over now."

      Prosciutto sighed, lifting your head up with a little more force, making sure that you couldn't snatch your head away. He didn't look at you with angry, his face completely calm. "I will never look at you any different Y/N, we are friends and we always will be. This.. pretend it never happened once it's over and please just listen and behave. Don't say or do anymore foolish things," he muttered, light beads of sweat forming on his smooth forehead as he pulled away from you, standing up. He ran a hand through his short blond locks, pushing down the few out of place strains as he walked by Risotto, nodding his head as he left, leaving you to be fucking tortured more.

     As soon as the door closed your head dropped to the floor, low sobs escaping your mouth as fear coursed throughout your entire quivering naked body. This was a fear that was at least eased when Prosciutto around because he always tried so protect you- even while having sex with him he was gentle. You felt at ease around him and to have that leave and your furious boss enter- the one who was punishing you in the first place.. you felt that ease fade away. You could only fear him right now, not feeling an ounce of the love that you always feel for him.

      "I'll beat the shit out of you if you ever threaten to kill yourself again. If you attempt to kill yourself I'll find you and make you regret attempting something so fucking foolish," he hissed sharply, his deep voice making you visibly flinch. His footsteps were silent but you felt him coming, his tall shadow casting over you, staring at how pathetic you were. "If you complete a mission alone then you tell me beforehand so I know where you are. If you get fucking killed your blood will be in my hands and my hands are already filthy enough."

       Sorbet and Gelato, you though, not daring to say their names because Risotto commanded you all to never speak of them again. Forget that they ever existed but the chair they sat in remains cold and untouched, like Sorbet and Gelato would be one day filling those seats again, complaining right along with Ghiacco about how you are the most underpaid and under appreciated in the familia. The blood of them, it didn't just stain his hands- it stayed your entire teams. A fallen teammate meant a lost family member, your team was your family.

      You shook your head, tears clouding your vision and snot running down your nose, trailing down your chin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you but he told me not to tell you! I-I didn't mean any harm, why are you doing this to me!" You yelled, slamming your fist against the carpet, punching the ground. "I can't do this anymore, I can't take it!" The pain in your now red knuckles.. it wasn't taking away from the pain you felt from the vibrator. So many hours.. you rather be dead.

       "Don't you let this happen again.. I won't be so generous next time." He crouched in front of you, reaching between your legs, turning it off as he slowly pulled it out of you, the period blood providing a slick entrance and leave but it still was embarrassing. "Turn around and stick your ass in the air. I'm going to fuck you, understand? We've had sex plenty of times so stop being scared."

     "You're going to hurt me, I don't want you to hurt me! Please just let me go, I'm so scared. I learned my lesson," you sobbed, trembling becoming violent as you tried to scoot away from him, being stopped by his large hand wrapping around your wrist, holding you firm in place. "No," you cried softly, lowering your head even further so he couldn't see your face, your hair providing a curtain.

     He sighed, "I'm going to be as gentle as possible. Having that vibrator in you and Prosciutto watch you was your punishment, now I just want to fuck you because seeing you naked makes my dick hard. Look me in the eyes, don't hide your face from me. I'm not a monster.. I did what I had to do in order to teach you a lesson that you needed to learn." His grip on your wrist loosened, leaving you room to snatch yourself away but you didn't.

      You looked up at him, letting him see your disgusting face. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying tears that still leaked from your eyes- snot still running from your nose, dripping down your chin because you didn't bother to wipe it. "I'm on my period, it's gross," you whispered, staring at him with a helpless stare, hoping that he would show mercy on you.

       Risotto let go of your wrist, dropping his hand to your womanhood, shoving to fingers inside of you. "I'm a grown ass man, I'm not scared of period blood," he said sharply, pulling his fingers out of you, raising the bloody fingers to his mouth. He kept eye contact with you, two drops of blood running down his hands as he stuck the two bloody fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. "Bend over, I'll be quick and I'll give you a bath and keep you in my bed tonight. Just don't tell the others.. I don't want them knowing a thing except for Prosciutto."

       Your eyes widened, face turning a bright red before you quickly turned over, spreading your legs and sticking your ass out, arching your back. You let a pained groan escape your lips as he instantly entered you, his massive cock slowly pushing in and out of you, your blood providing lubricant. His right hand brushed through your hair gently, left arm snaking around your waist.

     "I have to protect you, I have to keep you safe so please understand that. The bond that I have with you is so strong that I'll instantly fall apart if you die and so will Prosciutto," he whispered as if someone other then yourself was listening but nobody was- the apartment was completely empty, only holding the two of you. "I'm not sorry for what I did and I would do it again if you crossed me again, but next time I'll put one in your ass as well so both holes will be bleeding. Don't let that happen," he thrusted three times before cuming inside of you, being quick and gentle as he promised.

      You closed your eyes, not feeling a single ounce of pleasure from any of this. Being tortured like this didn't turn you on, it made your pussy cramp, lips swollen and throbbing. You liked gentle sex with Risotto, not humiliating period sex.. this humiliation would always be with you. You couldn't forget because this was going to be too hard to forget. One small mistake and you suffered lasting effects..

      He pulled out of you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, silver hair gently tickling your shoulder blade. "Every thing I do, I do it for you," he muttered, arms tightly wrapping around your waist. "You're mine.. you won't be dying anytime soon on Prosciutto and I."

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The Summer of Winter |Yandere Ghiaccio x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, physical abuse, unhealthy relationship.

Seether- Walk Away From The Sun

It was the summer of winter- that much you remember. You remembered every single detail as the summer leaves fell to the ground, the grassy grounds that you laid on freezing from underneath you, halfway freezing your body to the icy grounds. You tried to lift you head up but you couldn't, the freezing ice chilling your body to the core.

"I remember the day I first met you," you heard Ghiaccio say, his shoes crunching against the frozen ground. He was getting closer to you, "it was a warm sunny day.. you were so vibrant as you sat at the bar. You looked at me and you automatically smiled.. your smile warmed my cold heart that night."

You stayed silent, not daring to say a thing to him. When he's like this... you can't do anything but stay frozen in sheer terror. You hated when he talked about the moment the two of you met- it was a day that you now grew to hate, to envy the person that you were before you met this monster.

His footsteps stopped, staying out of your eyesight. "To think that such a warm smile, such a heartwarming smile could try to leave me once more. I told you what would happen if you ran from me again.. didn't I tell you what would happen to you?"

You swallowed hard, closing your eyes shut as you remembered the deadly threat. That damned fear.. it was already coming, your teeth chattering as your frozen body struggled to shiver. He was going to freeze you to death- slowly watch the life drain out from your body for daring to run away from him. The threat of death always lingered around him.. it always haunted you.

"In this open field we are all alone, and I know how to get away with murder Y/N.." his voice trailed, footsteps picking back up. "A slow and painless death would be easy, something that you don't deserve."

You slowly started to finally believe that death would be easier, despite what he said even a slow death would be quick compared to all the pain that he made you endure the past few years. Death would be a sweet gift- a sweet escape from the monster that you call your boyfriend. He was such a deadly stand user, so delicate but ruthless with his practice. How could a monster such as himself claim to love you at all? You never understood.

Ghiaccio finally crouched down next to you, his squared red glasses resting on the edge of his nose as his face was like a blank canvas- showing no remorse or personality in his features. His usually swirled blue hair was unkept, resting shaggily on top of his head. His dark black irises stared deeply into your soul- hinting deep danger.

"Your lips are turning blue.. you're freezing to death, slowly and painfully as I promised." He let his cool finger graze your cheeks softly, fingertips running across your red cheeks. "I told you not to run away from me. How dare you disobey me again."

Your lips chattered as you slowly felt your body shutting itself down, your eyes darting to stare up at him. "I remember when I said I wanted it to snow on our first date. It was a hot summer night but snow fell directly where we were standing. It was so beautiful.. the way the snow stuck to your swirly blue hair.. the smile on your face. That was the man that I ended up falling for, not this.." you recalled the day like a dream; he hasn't been the same person he was for an entire year. He only showed rare glimpses of the man that he was- the man that you desperately clung onto.

"You are so detailed, aren't you? You remember all of the details like it happened only yesterday." Ghiaccio was always impressed with your picture perfect memory- you never forgot a thing. You held onto the good and also the bad parts. "If only you remembered just the good. You see every bad part of me more clearly."

How could you not see every bad part of him? He was trying to take your life for simply trying to leave him and his crazy ways behind, craving a life where you didn't live every day of your life in fear. The fear was driving you absolutely insane, making every day a place where you are trapped in your own personal hell.

You felt your heartbeat slow down, your breathing hitched as your eyes darted up to the dark sky. Thousands of stars lined the sky- thousands and thousands of beautiful little stars. You let a tear escape your eyes, only for it to freeze to your chilled cheek. You felt your end coming, your final moments would be spent with Ghiaccio.

The ice surrounding your body quickly melted, freeing your body from the icy hell that you got trapped in. With quick ease, the blue haired man picked your up bridal style, his thin eyebrows pushing together as he glared at you, finally showing emotion on his face. "If I wouldn't have stopped.. you would have died in three minutes. Let that be a lesson.. you can not run from me. You can not hide from me; I will always be able to find you."

You closed your eyes, body shaking as you tried to warm yourself up against him. You hated this but you pressed your head and hands against him, actually finding warmth as you buried your head in his chest. "I.. I'm sorry." But you didn't mean it, you were only sorry that you ended up getting caught.

"Good.. don't make me do that again. Stay submissive to me and everything will turn out fine. My perfectly submissive wife, that is your role," he muttered as his arms tightened around you. "You are mine.. and you will always be mine Y/N."

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⭐️What Caesar Wanted.. No, What You Wanted |Yandere Joseph x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong physical abuse (beating), threats, manipulation, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, strong language, uncomfortable scenes, graphic murder (described in detail). 18+.

At first you felt as if it was a miracle that Joseph Joestar found you, an orphaned Zeppeli with a stand that you couldn’t control and DIO dead on your tracks. He found you and he took you in, basically adopting you as his own three years ago.. him and his wife Suzi Q.. they were all that you had. They became your parents.. the only family that you had since yours was slaughtered by one of DIO’s men.

        Turns out Joseph Joestar was incredibly.. overprotective when it came to your safety. You weren’t to go to school but to be homeschooled and you never left the house without him or Suzi Q. At 16 your freedom was stripped away.. you lost everything but your life was saved. Should you be grateful though? Should you not have done it? Maybe you should tell your story, or at least the worst parts..

       “The adoption papers are final Y/N, but I did not change your last time. You are still a Zeppeli and you always will be but I want you to think of Suzi and I as your family. I will take care of you,” Joseph promised as he sat next to you on his white couch, his green eyes watching you. They were soft.. soft but somehow something evil hinted behind those eyes. “But I am going to have rules- you won’t leave the house without Suzi Q or I and you will be homeschooled. You must be protected.”

        You nodded your head once, not knowing what else to say. You just lost your entire family- your entire bloodline was wiped out and you almost got killed as well. He saved your life and he took you into his home.. you were only 16 years old. You had to listen to him, no matter what. You hoped that he really would protect you.

Three months later…

      “I told you not to leave the house, even for a second! DIO could easily grab you and take you away!” Joseph screamed at you as soon as you entered the home from checking the mail. Hie hand came across your cheek roughly before you were pushed into the wall, your head smacking against the wooden door. “You’re grounded, you will do nothing and you won’t eat for the rest of the day!”

      You dropped the mail, a sharp pain rushing through your head, “ow, fuck!” You cried out, blood dripping from your right nostril, your cheek having a deep sting. “Mr. Joestar, I was just checking the mall for you! Why are you being so cruel to me?!”

         “You will call me father because that’s what I am to you now, I am your father and you will respect me as such! Don’t you ever leave this goddamned house without telling me or I will take my belt off and beat you until you can’t walk anymore!” He yelled at you, hands balling into fists as his fall fo towered over you, his bushy grey eyebrows pulled into a hard scowl. “Watch your fucking self or DIO will kill you and the entire Zeppeli bloodline will be forever lost.”

        You had to remember, the Joestars and the Zeppeli’s have a rich history that was deeply rooted. Mr. Joestar fought alongside your grandfather Caesar Zeppeli. He was a close tie to your family and he was right.. if you died so did the entire Zeppeli bloodline. “Father, I am sorry and I will not do it again,” you forced yourself to say that.. but you made sure that you looked like you meant it.

“Good, you better not do it again either. I will not tolerate you acting like this- your grandfather Caesar would never allowed you to act like this.” He had you cornered against the door, his hands resting on top of yours, pressing them against the door. “Don’t make me hurt you anymore, I don’t want to hurt you but I will. I will chain you to your bed if I have to..”

You nodded your head, tears filling your eyes.. he was far for terrifying then DIO, at least with him you would just be killed. This.. this was far worse then death- this was your entire life being stripped away from you; you were a prisoner that could never escape. He let you go, satisfied that you were scared, basking off your fear as you stood shaking in it.

“Good, now go stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall. Hands folded behind your back.. move out that corner without me telling you and I’ll beat your ass,” he snapped, stepping back so you could move. You walked past him swiftly, burying your face in the corner of the wall that he pointed at, your hands folded behind your back. “I’ll let you know when you can leave, until then don’t say a single word.” He left the room, leaving you to stand in the corner.. leaving you to cry as blood dripped from your nose, staining your clothes.

He left you in that corner for 19 hours and made you piss yourself because he wouldn’t let you use the bathroom. Suzi Q never said a thing , she never intervened on the abuse and it destroyed you. When Joseph went away on business trips Suzi would let you leave the house and do as you pleased- it was her guilt for letting you get abused. She would clean you up and she wouldn’t let Joseph starve you but that was it.. you could tell that she was just as scared as you. You didn’t blame her.

Since you didn’t blame her she was safe, you wouldn’t cast any revenge on her and you would let her be. You did let her be.. you sometimes felt conflicted but he was the real enemy. Your grandfather that he fought alongside would be ashamed of his friend, ashamed of how he treated his granddaughter and last living relative. You held no regret in your heart for what it all ultimately led up to.. you did the world a favor.

“Just because you’re 18 now doesn’t mean I’m letting you leave my sight. You will stay by me and you will respect whatever I say,” Joseph said as you stood next to him, his hand wrapping around your arm, squeezing tightly. “I also see the way you’re looking at Polnareff and I want it to stop.. don’t get yourself hurt.” His voice was low, grip tightening to the point to where you felt sharp pain.

Tears filled your eyes as you bit down on your lip.. you knew not to scream, especially on a boat with witnesses around. He would beat you the second the two of you were alone if you spoke out and tried to call him out, he had before- he beat you bloody.

“You know what? I got something for you, you need a lesson,” he muttered as he let go of you. He grabbed your hand, leading you away to below the deck of the huge ship, despite your low sobs that begged for him to let you go. “You think since today’s your 18th birthday and I’m letting you go on this trip with me you’re grown but you aren’t. You fucking aren’t!” He yelled, pushing you into the women’s restroom, locking the door behind him. “You know what to fucking do.”

You stepped away from him, shaking your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “Please don’t make me do this, I’m sorry! I don’t think that I’m grown and I’m not checking him out, you’re mistaken! Please, I don’t want you to do this!” You cried, hands trembling as he started to unfasten his belt. You just wanted to have a peaceful 18th birthday.. why did he have to do this?

         “Turn around and stay standing up straight and I won’t say it again unless you want to pick your teeth off of the fucking floor,” he snapped, clutching the leather belt in his right hand. It was folded twice, his green eyes watching you, grey eyebrows pulled into that damn scowl. “This is what Caesar would have wanted.”

         You shook your head once. “What Caesar wanted.. no, what you wanted. This is what you want, you want to beat me and you want to keep me as your prisoner and since I am weaker then you you can. You’re so strong and powerful.. you’re a hero,” you said softly, causing his face to slightly soften. “But you’re 69 years old.. one day you won’t be stronger then me. One day I will get my revenge and I promise that my face will be the last thing that you will ever see. I will fucking kill you, and I will fucking enjoy doing so Joseph Joestar.” You spat on the ground, meaning the ultimate disrespect to him.

         As quickly as those words came out his stand emerged, purple vines wrapping around your entire body, squeezing you tightly. “You little bitch, you’ll never have the balls to kill me. Do you have the balls to stop me now? Try and call your pathetic stand, maybe you can put a scratch on me.” He walked over to you, his hand roughly slapping your right cheek twice, his eyes wild with rage. You wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

         You didn’t call your stand.. despite how shitty Hermit Purple was you weren’t ready to kill him. You wanted to wait until he was old, until his grandson who had the ultimate fucking stand wasn’t on this boat. Until you got over your guilt of having to kill your long and gone deceased grandfathers friend. One day.. but today is definitely not the day. You had to save Jotaro’s mother.. they weren’t bad like Joseph was- they were good, kind.

        “I do this because I love you, I fucking love you as if you were my own child Y/N Zeppeli. We’re connected, and I want what’s best for you. I’m what’s best for you, I couldn’t save your grandfather but I could save you. Don’t you see? I couldn’t protect him but I can protect you!” He exclaimed suddenly, a wide smile appearing on his face despite tears filling his eyes. “I couldn’t save my best friend but I could save you.”

         You shook your head once more. “I am not your child and I am not my grandfather. Joseph, you can’t replace him with me.. I am not Caesar Zeppeli, I am just his grandchild and nothing more. I will never replace him and I am so sorry for you but.. I hate you.” You finally said it.. you knew that he would hurt you but you still happy that you said it.

       He spun you around, the belt repeatedly beginning to crash onto your upper and lower back at a rapid pace, whip sounds filling the air. “You ungrateful bitch, you should love me! You should love and obey me because I saved you! DIO would have saw no use in you and he would have killed you!” He screamed at you, his deep voice cracking towards the end as he continued crashing the belt onto your back, knocking the wind out of you with each hit.

      You gasped out, no words being able to come out of your mouth. You wiggled violently but Hermit purple didn’t budge- the purple vines were wrapped tightly around you, being the only things that were keeping you held up. “S-stop!” You cried out, your shirt ripping as the belt cut at your back, opening up old wounds and creating new ones. Your entire back.. he’s scarred your entire back- it started three years ago.

       “I hope it hurts good and deep, learn your lesson! You will never speak to me like that again or I will cut your hand off and blame it on an enemy stand user! Don’t you ever test my patience or love for you again!” He practically roared, giving your back three more rough blows before stopping, his stand releasing you, causing you to drop to the cold bathroom floor.

       Your back felt wet.. it was your blood. You knew that from experience, this wasn’t his first time but one day it would be his last. You made a vow after this beating- you would be the one to kill Joseph Joestar and you would enjoy getting your revenge. One day.. but for now you wept on a dirty bathroom floor, your blood pooling around you slowly, oozing between the cracks in the tiles. Yes.. watch me in pain Joseph Joestar, let your broad shadow cast over my shaking and bloodied body because one day I will do the same to you. I will get my revenge.

       37 times.. you stabbed the old Mr. Joseph Joestar 37 times before he died. You stabbed every part of his body aside from his heart and his brain.. yes, those were the one two things you left out. At the ripe old and frail age of 79 years old Joseph Joestar sadly passed away.. sadly he burned alive in his house but thankfully his wife and adopted kid weren’t home. That’s what the news story would say.. and you would pretend to cry and grieve him.

       He was the man that saved your life but he was also the one who mentally destroyed you. You would always have scars all over your body and heart but at least he was finally dead. He died a painful death and you were glad that he suffered, his begs for mercy were still running through your head. That old fuck.. he was the one to piss his pants this time.

       His body was unrecognizable, stab wounds covering every part of his body. His green eyes that would always glare down at you were stabbed out until they were gone forever, his blood now staining the floor. His blood was everywhere.. his body was a shredded pile of meat and bones. He said that you would never have the balls to kill him so you brutally murdered him instead.

         “I’ll see you in hell Joseph Joestar, I will fucking see you in hell,” you muttered as you grabbed the final tank of gas, pouring it all over his deformed body before you backed away, dropping the empty container to the ground. Your old bloodied clothes laid next to him, the knife already cleaned and put away. It would all burn.. every trace of evidence would burn right along with him. You lit a match, throwing it on his body before running out.. you didn’t need to watch him burn, he was already dead. You ran, you just ran and you ran and you ran.. you were free. You were finally free.

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Chapter 32 - 5 Month Mark to Forever |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

Ghiaccio's POV

Ghiaccio assumed that he would just be picking you up and taking you to his place this Saturday, his hand gripping your bag as he stood by the door, his eyes on his capo, Risotto. "What is it?" His eyes darted over to you, a small smirk on your lips as you kept your eyes on Risotto. Something weird definitely was going on, considering how pleased you looked.

"Risotto has amazing news," you said, your voice smooth, almost giddy. "He was waiting to say it. It's just a quick something before we go." Your eyes suddenly landed on Melone, who was watching you carefully in his seat right by Risottos.

Melone wore a confused expression on his face, his thin eyebrows pulled into a low scowl as he studied your face, attempting to read you. "What's the news, boss?" He muttered to Risotto, keeping his eyes on your face.

Prosciutto and Formaggio sat next to Melone, Illuso, and Pesci being sat across. Everyone seemed to be here despite it being Saturday morning. Did Risotto call everyone here? Now Ghiaccio was starting to grow worried.

"I'll allow you to say it," Risotto muttered as he leaned back in his chair, red eyes scanning the room. "Go on and tell them. The decision is final regardless."

"Oh God, what is it?" Pesci questioned, panic filling his wide eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

Illuso let out a laugh, a wide grin appearing on his lips. "It ain't mine, so I'm good. I'm sure I'll be a good uncle and stepfather."

"She's not pregnant," snapped Prosciutto, giving Pesci and Illuso a glare. "She's on the pill."

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward, leaving Ghiaccio to stand by the front door all by himself. Goddamnit, he just wanted to take you to his home and celebrate these past five months with you. Sharing you with six other men was was fucking annoying. He'd rather just share you with Melone and Pesci only.

"So, who's going to start taking me on side missions with them?" You questioned, causing the room to fall silent. "Because I got approved. I can go with you all to beat people up. I will now be throwing the punches."

"You will be in the car and following behind," added in Risotto, raising his eyebrows at you. "Stop saying you're going to throw punches. I'll take the deal off the table and put you back on computers permanently."

"She did knock Formaggio out cold before," Illuso added in, his eyes scanning you up and down, a grin creeping on his lips. "I'll take you. You can join me when I go, and when Formaggio and I go, then so can you."

Ghiaccio blinked, sitting down your bag by the door, unable to process what was going on. From his understanding, you were their girlfriend, and despite the fact that you had a stand, you were going to stay working behind the scenes. Because you were their girlfriend. Girlfriend meaning that you needed to be fucking protected and away from the violence of their job. Goddamnit, why was Risotto suddenly allowing you to tag along? He didn't like this one bit. This would put you in danger.

Formaggio scoffed, "I let her knock me out. Fuck it, we'll start taking her with us. She can tag along and stand behind us." He shrugged, letting his eyes land on you. "You gotta listen to us."

"This is complete bullshit," spat out Prosciutto, his hands balling into fists. "She literally runs away when I punish her. She can't handle what we do."

"I only left because I can't punch you in your fucking face like I want," you replied calmly, a huff escaping Ghiaccio's lips as Prosciuttos head snapped towards you. "Next time I'm going to punch you." Goddammit, you just couldn't help yourself. Saying things like this to Prosciutto was a bad idea, and despite that you still mouthed off to him.

As Prosciutto went to stand, Risotto stopped him, his arm extending as he pushed Prosciutto back down onto the leather. "Both of you stop it," snapped Risotto, his voice growing dark. "You two need to fucking get along. No more fighting. We are supposed to be a fucking family. Act like it."

The authority in Risottos' voice caused you and Prosciutto to back down, the two of you looking away to stare at the ground. You and Prosciutto seemed destined to never get along, never being able to surpass a week without an argument breaking out. Ghiaccio felt bad, seeing you having to force a relationship that you didn't want. Did you even want him? He wasn't that much of a jack ass. He felt as if he treated you fairly well.

"She could get hurt," Melone muttered, eyes darkening as he stared at the ground. "Does she even know how to shoot a gun?"

"She can shoot a gun," Pesci blurted out, causing your mouth to slightly hang open, forming a perfect 'o' as you stared at him with disbelief. "Uh.. I mean. I think she can." He went to quickly get up, only to be stopped by Melone leaning forward, placing his hand on his leg. "I'm sorry, Y/N!" He covered his face with his hands, clearly hiding something.

Aside from Pesci, who was hiding his face, you had six pairs of eyes on you. Even Ghiaccio glared at you, wondering what in the fuck you could possibly be hiding. Well, you had a life before them, clearly you knew how to shoot a gun. Perhaps Luca taught you.

"Did you really think that Pesci put like, three bullets in that guy?" You spoke suddenly, causing a quick laugh to immediately escape Formaggios lips. "He always shoots twice, and he always shoots in the head."

How did you know how Pesci fucking shot people!? Ghiaccio shared no parts of his work life with you, despite you knowing and being active he didn't feel comfortable sharing his criminal activities with his girlfriend. He did not want to fucking scare you, he was so scared of you fearing him. All along it turns out, you really weren't scared of them. You weren't fucking scared of their crimes. In fact, it seemed like you wanted to be involved.

Why? He couldn't understand why you wanted to be involved, why you wanted to get your hands stained red just as theirs were. The men were fine with you working from home. All seven of the men were fine with providing for you and letting you presume any little hobby you had. Couldn't you learn how to bake or sew? For fucks sake, couldn't you take up fencing? Protesting would be pointless, it was clear the decision had already been made. Did Risotto want you to get killed? This was beyond fucked up.

"Are you going to punish her?" Prosciutto questioned, voice low as he turned towards Risotto. "She just admitted to killing someone without telling us. She probably forced Pesci into lying as well."

"I did not force him," you added in, "I begged." Illuso let out a sigh, shaking his head at you as he put his finger to his lips, indicating that maybe you needed to shut up. Melone and Prosciutto seemed very pissed off. They weren't keeping quiet about it like Ghiaccio was.

"The only reason I took her was because she shot two men dead in front of me. Her stand also stitched up my head that was busted open," Risotto spoke, his eyes on Prosciutto. "She can ride along with Illuso and Formaggio. She isn't riding along with you, so it isn't any of your concerns. My decision is final."

"Why?" Melone muttered. "Why are you doing this to us? I fucking love her Risotto! If she fucking dies out their then so help me God I will die too!" He snapped, causing you to snap your head towards him.

"Hey, stop being dramatic!" You snapped back at him, squinting your eyes at him. "If you do that, then I'll have to come back to life and die again."

Pesci suddenly raised his head, his eyes landing on you. A look of pure confusion was spread across his face as he stared at you. "What does that even mean!? You aren't making any sense!" He spoke in a panic, his words slightly jumbled. "I-I, goddammit! She didn't force me to lie! She just.. she.. she didn't get hurt! She knows how to kill!"

Ghiaccio wanted to speak up and side with Prosciutto, especially considering he wasn't on board with this. Today marks five months of you being on the team, and tonight, he planned on seeing if you wanted to take that final step. Aside from Melone giving him a few blowjobs and him pleasuring himself, he hadn't had sex in seven years. He was fucking nervous, and he wasn't going to fuck that up by siding with Prosciutto right in front of you.

"I'll be fine," you replied, brushing Pesci off with a simple shoulder shrug, causing him to just stare at you with a frantic look in his eyes. "You all should worry less. It's so annoying. How about you instead find a reason to be happy about this?" You just.. you weren't like anyone he's ever fucking met. You were.. something else, for fucks sake.

"Girl, you aren't helping your case," Formaggio snapped lightly at you, keeping his voice filled with an ounce of sweetness. "Illuso and I will train her and take good care of her."

Melone scoffed, his glare setting on Formaggio. "You and Illuso take terrible care of her. You'll get her killed!" Suddenly, his eyes set on you. "You'll come with Ghiaccio and I."

Before Ghiaccio could make a statement, you stepped forward. "I would much prefer Illuso and Formaggio."

"Are you fucking serious?" He questioned, his hands balling into tight fists. "Are you seriously going against me? I said you're teaming with Ghiaccio and I."

Pesci went to speak, but Illuso lightly smacked his arm, shaking his head. "Nah, Pesci, we can't get involved if these two fight," he heard Illuso whisper to Pesci. "We gotta stay the fuck out of this."

Ghiaccio silently agreed, stepping back slightly, keeping his eyes warily on Melone in case he did decide to hurt you. He wouldn't let you get hurt, but would Melone ever dare to hurt you? No, he was possessive and clingy, but in no way was he abusive towards you.

"I actually want to learn something. You'll hold me back. Illuso and Formaggio will actually train me," you replied, causing Melones jaw to instantly lock. Oh fuck, why in the hell did you fucking insult him like that? Ghiaccio wanted to put a muzzle over your goddamn mouth! "Look at the time, hm? Looks like I gotta go." You turned away, walking towards the front door.

"Melone isn't done speaking to you, girl," Prosciutto snapped, his glare resting on Risotto. "Can we please privately discuss this in your office?"

Risotto nodded once, "it won't change my decision." He stood up, giving you once last glance before he turned away, walking down the hallway. He had no footsteps. His steps were always so silent. Prosciutto followed, deciding to keep his eyes off of you, heavy footsteps stomping down the hall.

The sudden slam of Risottos office door caused Pesci to jump slightly, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. Despite the room being two less, the tension was still extremely thick, causing Ghiaccio to just want to grab you and leave.

"Nag nag nag," you muttered under your breath as you walked across the wooden floor, the door now inches away from your grasp.

Melone let out a low laugh, shaking his head. His laugh was unsettling, causing Ghiaccio to shift uncomfortably by the door. Goddamnit, why did he always act so fucking creepy? "That's fine.. it's fine to not listen to me. I'll see you Monday, I love you." The whites of his knuckles were showing, his teeth clinching together.

The look on your face was one of panic, only Ghiaccio being able to see your face. Ever so slightly, his head tilted to the side as he watched the panic leave your face as you turned around, you forcing your face to go blank. Hm.. did Melone scare you? He should watch the two of you more. "Well, I can go with you some days." Formaggio snorted, causing you to glare at him.

"What?" He questioned, a grin appearing on his lips. "Don't be spineless. Are you going to let Melone walk all over you? Looks like you are our little girl, hm?" The words were harmless child's play, just Formaggio joking around with you as he always does, but it was clear his words pissed you off.

"Fuck you and Melone," you snapped suddenly, Melone instantly standing up. "I am in control of myself!"

Melone walked towards you slowly, his hands unballing, fingers slightly tucked in as he made his way towards you. "What is your fucking problem today? You don't act like this. This isn't how you act." As he stepped over to you, he got in your face, leaning down to meet you eye length. "Did I do something to you? Do I deserve your disrespect?"

"Do I deserve to be treated like a child?" You questioned back, staring up at him. The stiffness in your body was straight as a board, your eyes hard but close to breaking. When it came to defending yourself against the men, you did a good job, but Ghiaccio's never seen you have to defend yourself against Melone. Usually, he was doing whatever he could to please you, not getting in your face and expressing his disappointment with you.

"I see how you wanna be," muttered Melone, shaking his head. "You hate me for wanting to protect you? Fine. I'll just give you space. Since you fucking hate me all of a sudden. I guess I'm not strong enough to train you. I guess I'm not man enough for you." Despite the calmness in his voice, he could sense a deep anger behind each of his words.

"Melone, it isn't like -" you began, only to be cut off by the sound of him walking out the door, slamming the door shut behind him. You let out a huff, turning your attention towards Formaggio. "I didn't really mean fuck you."

"Nah, you're gonna fuck me," Formaggio replied, your eyes squinting as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Wait. No, I'm gonna fuck you. You don't get to do the fucking around here little lady."

Illuso snickered, smacking Pescis thigh. "Hey Pesci, do you fuck Y/N or does Y/N fuck you? Does she ride you?"

"Leave him alone," you snapped, shaking your head as you turned your attention towards Illuso. "He doesn't want to talk about sex. Talk to him about boats, not sex!"

Formaggio scoffed, followed up by an eye roll from Illuso. Ghiaccio was ready to fucking go, having to sit back here in silence as he always does grows very annoying. The men have no respect for his relationship with you due to the fact that he hasn't slept with you yet. Aside from Melone and Pesci, the other men would ignore him or brush them off when it came to matters concerning you. All that was about to change tonight.

"You're in trouble," Illuso spoke, a grin appearing on his lips. "He's never gotten onto you like that before. Looks like you might be getting in trouble when you see Melone again."

Ghiaccio almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Despite Melone being very angry with you, he loved you too much to ever lay his hands on you. The most prized possession in Melones life was you. He wouldn't dare lay an improper hand on you. He just rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick back up your bag off the ground.

"Let's go Y/N," Ghiaccio snapped, grabbing the doorknob, yanking the front door open. "What's done is done. It can be discussed on Monday! We're all off this weekend so let's be fucking off!" The fact that they're still standing here annoyed him, he was ready to have you to himself.

"Bye guys," you muttered, walking out the front door, Ghiaccio following behind you. The nervousness he felt over tonight as well as the entirety of this weekend engulfed him, silence falling over him as he opened his passenger seat for you, guiding you into his car.

Fuck.. he hoped that he could please you. That he could make you cum and possibly lay on his chest afterwards so he could caress your cheek as you fell asleep in his arms. All he wanted was for you to like him suddenly, and he couldn't believe that. He couldn't believe that he was finding himself falling in love again. Goddamnit, this was so fucking terrifying. He waa really starting to want this to work so badly.

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Daddy Prosciutto |Prosciutto x Reader Lemon|

Warning: daddy kink, dom and sub relationship, spanking, spit.

   "You see.. this just isn't acceptable attire for you to wear. You can't represent your commitment to me in a short skirt and a shirt that has your breasts hanging out. Throw these out," Prosciutto commended, throwing the items of clothing on the floor that he found slutty for some reason. "No more of this."

       You raised your hands in protest, in practical utter disbelief at what he was telling you to do to most of your clothes. "You're expecting me to throw half of my wardrobe out. Why?! These are my clothes Prosciutto, this is not fair!" Why was he trying to control you like this? So lame. So hot. Such a daddy.

       "Oh shut up. I'll just buy you some more clothes, clothes much more suitable for you. You need to cover up and respect me as your boyfriend now," he said, closing your clothes drawer gently. He turned around, purple eyes staring at you with sternness. "How does that sound?"

         You shook your head, prepared to give him a hard time. You didn't care about his stupid ass rules. You would break them with ease. "No! I don't need a man buying me things, I'm independent, so drop your shit." You rolled your eyes at him, glaring in his direction. You tried to hide your arousal. He was such a dominant man, and you liked that. That's why you agreed to date him. You needed to be dominated and controlled. It was so fucking hot, especially when he did it in front of the team and humiliated you.

        "You've been a huge brat lately, and I'm fed up." He shook his head, walking over to you. You stayed still, letting him grab you and drag you towards your bed. "You're getting punished and fucked," he snapped, ripping your shirt open, revealing your breast automatically because you weren't wearing a bra. "So naughty," he muttered, smacking your left breast with force, leaving a red handprint behind.

       You moaned, "Will you be my daddy Prosciutto?" You touched his face, causing his blonde eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "I want you to punish me and put me in my place because I like to be a real bad girl. I don't think that you'll be able to handle me, though. I see you breaking up with me in a week tops." Guys were never able to keep up with you. They always gave up. Ran for the hills. Was he actually different?

        "Break up with you? Please, I'm not going anywhere, so cut your shit. You are my girlfriend and you will stay my girlfriend. I have made my final decision, and I'm sticking with it, little girl." He raised his hands, grabbing your breast. "You want me to be your daddy? Let me show you who daddy is then," he muttered, fingers pinching your erect buds. "Pull down your pants and underwear and show me your pussy now.

      You were ready to listen to him, unbuttoning your pajama pants and pulling them down, revealing that you were wearing no underwear. You hoped that he wouldn't say anything because you did it in hopes of him spending the night with you. You were eager to please him always, you liked him so fucking much.

      "I want you to ask me to spank and fuck you, okay? Ask daddy to punish you for having a smart mouth for these past six days." He slipped two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your core, automatically hitting your g spot. "Come on, be a good girl for me."

       "Yes, signore," you whined, collapsing into his body, your head resting on his exposed chest. "Oh wow, you smell like vanilla. That's so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot daddy. I'll listen to you, fuck those clothes. Fuck them," you practically moaned, face turning a bright red as you grew much too wet for your taste because he just started.. why were your juices already running down your thighs.

      Prosciutto let a gentle laugh escape his lips as he pumped his two fingers in and out of you, his other hand roughly smacking the middle of your bare ass. "See? Why were you pretending like you weren't going to listen to me, cara? You're so be silly but also very naughty for testing me," he spoke softly, letting his hand crash down on your left thigh, leaving behind a red handprint.

       "I'm sorry, Daddy!" You exclaimed, hands raising to grip his shirt, forehead pressed against his chest as you practically trembled in his arms, his hand raising to smack down on your left ass cheek three times. You were going to behave for him, take your punishment with no complaints, but you could at least apologize. You have been a huge brat for the past six days, but for a good reason. "I was just being a brat because I wanted your attention!"

      "How naughty of you," he said sharply, hand raising and crashing down on every inch of your bottom and sit spots, leaving every inch of your ass a bright red. He slipped a third finger into you smoothly, picking up the pace as he felt your juices leaking, running down his arm. "You're enjoying this so much. You've been needed a man in your life to take care of you and set you straight, haven't you?"

       "Yes, Daddy!" You exclaimed, tightening your grip on his shirt as you hopped up and down, his smacks causing tears of pain and pleasure to fill your eyes. "It hurts though, I didn't mean you that much harm! I'm really sorry!" You tightened around his fingers as his hits ceased, his hot hand gently rubbing your ass, trying to sooth your stings to no avail. You definitely were never going to push Prosciutto. He wasn't the kind of man who liked to have his buttons pushed.

        He pulled his three fingers out of you, gently pushing you onto the bed. "It's okay, I forgive you, baby. I know that you'll be a good girl for me now," he said softly, unbuttoning his suit, revealing his toned body and light six-pack. "You were about to cum so I had to stop, I want you to cum on my cock. Lay on your back and spread your legs for me please." He kicked his shoes off, unzipping his pants as he pulled down his pants and underwear, his 8 inch cock springing to life.

       You obeyed, positioning your head on the pillow as you lay on your back, legs spread and slick with desire for him. "Thank you so much for forgiving me, I promise that I'll be good for now on and listen," you whined, staring up at him with impatience as his purple eyes slowly creeped down your quivering, naked body. You talked shit for six whole days just to be put in your place in like 10 minutes. Damn.

       His cock twitched with anticipation, "you're so pretty.. and you're all mine. I feel bad for any guy that dares to approach you because I'll kill them. I have to keep a close eye on you." He shook his head, walking over to you. He climbed on top of you, hands wrapping around your waist as he pushed inside of your slick core with ease, a deep moan escaping his lips as he fully entered. "Fuck.. you feel so good. Such a perfect little cunt, want daddy to sleep with my cock in you all night? Want to get use to having daddy's cock inside of you?"

      You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled his face close to yours. "I know I've only known you for five months but I love you, I fucking love you. I don't care if you love me back though, just please don't leave me. Stay with me please," you begged him, his cock bulging in your stomach, unmoving.

       "I love you too. That's why I've been so protective over you. You're so precious to me Y/N, so fucking precious," he said, licking his lips before he slammed his lips into yours, his cock thrusting in and out of you. The bed creaked back and forth, his tongue forcefully slipping into your mouth. He let his right hand drop, two fingers rubbing your clit fiercely- he was going all in tonight.

       You moaned into his lips, legs shaking as you tightened around him. When he pulled away from your lips, your face turned a bright red once his hungry purple eyes met yours. You felt so fucking filthy. "Spit in my mouth daddy," you whined softly, your juices wetting your sheets. Fuck, you didn't want to do laundry tonight.

       "I'm going to fucking murder your pussy if you keep talking dirty to me like that, I'll have to get you a wheelchair once I'm done with you cara," he practically growled, two fingers now gently slapping your clit as he rolled his hips and in and out of you, his free hand raising to grab the headboard as he spit in your open mouth. "You're driving me fucking crazy, fuck!" He added his two fingers inside of you, fingers moving next to your cock, stretching you out beyond your limits.

        You swallowed his sweet spit gratefully, trembling beneath him as you shook your head. "No no no please daddy," you begged, multiple orgasms flowing throughout your body as you squirted, refusing to hold it in. "I can't take it, I really can't!" Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, your body feeling overstimulated. You've never in your life been fucked this good before, the harsh sting in your bottom not even bothering you in the slightest.

        "But I'm not done," he taunted, shaking his head as he gripped the headboard, fingers and cock violating your poor pussy- you were going to be sore for days if he didn't stop soon. "I'm not fucking done baby, don't you want daddy to destroy your pussy? The bed isn't wet enough." He grinned down at you, the bed violently rocking back and forth.

       "No, no, please, please stop it, Daddy! I really can't take it anymore, please give me a break!" You begged him, snot and tears running down your face, more of your juices soaking the bed. "Stop it," you whined, hands dropping to push against his chest.

        He pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them in his mouth as he gave you three more violent thrusts before he pulled out, his hand dropping from the headboard to wrap around his cock, giving it three pumps before shooting his cum all over your breasts. "Was that fucking good? Did you like that?" He questioned, free hand smacking your sore womanhood twice. He panted above you, eyes wild with lust as sweat dripped from his body. His blonde locks were a hot mess, chest heaving up and down as his six pack glistened. Fuck, he was so fucking hot.

       You nodded your head, a low groan escaping your lips. Your entire lower body was sore, but it was so worth it. "Yes, Daddy," you whispered, hands dropping limply next to you. "But I can't move, I'm sore. You fucked me so hard daddy." Best sex ever.

        "How about I run you a bath and throw the sheets in the washer? I'll put some clean ones on the bed, and then I'll get in the tub with you and wash your little body. Sound good, baby?" He questioned softly, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips before standing up.

       You nodded your head, closing your eyes as another low groan escaped your lips. "Thank you, Daddy," you mumbled, letting your body go limp. Fuck, it was going to take you days to recover.

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Chapter 29 - Willing to Forgive, Definitely Won't Forget |Soft Yandere Melone x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, nudity [forced]. MA.

"I am so sorry that I've been lying to you," you told Melone as soon as he closed your bedroom door. "I didn't want to lie to you. I did it because I didn't want you to attack Formaggio or Prosciutto, I don't want you getting hurt." You spoke quickly, immediately letting him know what you truly didn't mean to lie to him. You loved Melone and wanted to keep him safe.

Melone locked your bedroom door, making you nervous. When Prosciutto locks your door, it usually means you're about to get beat. Was he really going to spank you for lying to him? Your ass still hurt so bad from last night. You only lied to protect him. You didn't want him making enemies with the other men.

"It's okay, baby," he muttered, sighing as he turned to face you, tears in his eyes. "Baby.. you need to be honest with me. How badly did he hurt you? Please just let me see it, I want to see. What if you get an infection and die?" He looked genuinely worried, tears now rolling down his face. "I need to know."

No way in hell were you going to pull down your fucking pants in front of him and show him your bruised ass, the thought of it making your cheeks heat up slighly. It was so hard being comfortable seen naked, you've never just been naked around someone.

"No," you replied softly, his head dropping. "It's.. I don't want you to have to see that. I'm fine, I promise. You don't need to worry." You weren't in any pain right now due to the pain pills that Formaggio gave you. He only gave you a few, saying he doesn't want you to get addicted, so you've been rationing them out.

"I'm sorry baby, I hate to do this," he muttered. He quickly stepped towards you, hands wrapping around your waist as he spun you around. He pulled your pants down before you could stop him, your cast making your left hand useless as you tried to smack his hands away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept repeating as he pulled down your underwear.

Tears filled your eyes, your face turning completely red. You weren't surprised, but you still felt humiliated. "I didn't want you to see!" You yelled at him, bending down to quickly pull up your pants, but he stopped you, his grasp weak, hands shaking. You could easily pull away.. but you didn't. It was too late anyways, pulling away would be pointless.

"Because you knew how fucking bad it was!" He yelled back suddenly, letting you go. "I can't.. I.. I.." you heard his footsteps trailing off, causing you to immediately turn around. "I'll beat the fuck out of him."

You pulled your pants up quickly, a low whimper escaping your lips as your underwear and pants rubbed against your ass. "Please don't!" That caused him to freeze up by the door, his back turned towards you. "Please! If you do, I'll never talk to you again!"

"What?" He muttered, his tone going dark, almost dangerous. "You'll never talk to me again? Are you fucking kidding me? You're my girlfriend!" He yelled, turning back to face you. "You will be my wife one day, how dare you say you'll never speak to me again!"

You looked down, the sudden aggression in his voice causing you to go silent. Are all seven of your boyfriends violent men? Did their lifestyle really fuck them up that badly? You're starting to feel trapped, like you can't speak freely or be yourself anymore.

Softly, his black dress shoes tapped against your floor, creeping towards you. "I'm not trying to make you sad, I'm sorry. I just love you so much, and I can't stand seeing those jack asses destroy you." He wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you towards him. "Please don't be mad at me. I wouldn't hurt you."

It was difficult for you to say your true feelings out loud. You didn't want to express your love and one day get hurt, you didn't want for him to know how much you loved him, but you felt like him knowing that you loved him would make him calm down. You needed to tell him something that would make him calm down and not attack Prosciutto. You didn't want to cause violence amongst the group. The men fighting each other was something you did not want. You wanted all seven of the men to get along.

"I love you the most, and I loved you first," you replied. Melone likes honesty. That's exactly what you were going to give him. "I want all seven of you getting along and not physically fighting each other. You need to take into consideration that I'm stuck with Prosciutto. I want to be with you, but I'm stuck with Prosciutto, so I just have to tough it out. And you can't go hitting the other men. That stresses me out. I want you safe. Please, Melone."

You let your arms wrap around him, hugging his slender body, hoping that he wouldn't do anything drastic. You loved him, and you found yourself making excuses for his actions. Melone was really good to you, he was a great boyfriend, so you could talk him down instead of get mad at him. He deserved your love, not your anger.

"It's so good to hear that you actually want to me with me. Even if you're lying to me, I don't care, I'm so happy to hear it," he replied, voice soft as his arms wrapped around you, cool hands running up and down your back. "I want to beat the shit out of Prosciutto, but you are right. I am sad that you won't let me defend you, but I understand why. I'll keep my distance from him until I'm able to talk to him once more."

"I never wanted to lie to you in the first place," you told him. Lying to him was hard, and you regretted it, but you would lie to him if it meant protecting him. "If I lie, it's to protect you, Melone. Me loving and wanting you isn't a lie. I'm in love with you, and I love Pesci. The others are okay, and I care for them."

"Do you like Ghiaccio? He's a really good guy." Melone rested his chin on top of your head, a low sigh escaping his lips. "You need to come to me. Come to Ghiaccio. Come to Pesci. Do you really need to go to Formaggio or Illuso when you feel unsafe? You need to go to someone who won't hurt you."

You and Formaggio were starting to grow a friendship before he ended up breaking your fingers. You still found that friendship forming again, but you were cautious. At the end of the day, Formaggio had still cheated on you and hurt you, so you'll never let yourself fall in love with him. Like is as far as you'll go. Maybe if you ever get hurt again, you should just go to a hotel. Your boyfriends seem to make situations worse.

"I like Ghiaccio." You did like Ghiaccio. He was a good boyfriend to you. The two of you haven't moved past the making out stage yet, but you weren't going to pressure him for sex. He could take all the time he needed. You knew his situation with losing his fiancé and unborn child seven years ago. You were fine with him wanting to move slow. He was good to you, and his temper didn't bother you. He yelled, but he never made you feel unsafe.

Maybe Melone was right. Also, should you really run off to a hotel when you have boyfriends willing to actually treat you well and protect you? Shouldn't you be leaning on them more? It felt wrong running off to stay somewhere alone while being in relationships. Maybe you shouldn't consider that option. It might be a bad idea to run off when a situation occurs. You feel like you could start trusting Melone fully.

Melone pulled away from you, blue eyes staring down at you, his hands staying locked around your waist. "Listen to me.. you are my entire life. You are my universe, my reason for existence." His eyes landed on your lips. "You're my soulmate."

You stood on your tip-toes, planting a soft kiss on his lips, pink immediately dusting across his cheeks, a wide smile forming on his soft lips. "I love you, and you are my favorite. I'm going to be spending the night with you as soon as possible so we can spend some alone time together." You wanted to perk up his mood. You hated seeing him so stressed out and pained over you.

"Where are you staying tonight?" He muttered. "You need to be taken care of. You're hurt. I need to take care of you."

You were supposed to stay with him anyways, you were only going to stay with Illuso a second night because of the lie. "I need to go see Pesci, and then I'll just go to your place afterward." Illuso wouldn't mine, considering you already spent plenty of time with him last night, despite most of that time being him sitting in silence. He seemed off.. you wondered what he was thinking.

"Call me when you are done at Pesci's, then I will come pick you up," he said, squinting his eyes at you as you shot him a dissatisfied glare. "You aren't walking to my house, I may be only a 10 minute walking distance away from Pesci's place, but you're hurt. You aren't walking in this condition."

You were in no mood to argue with Melone, and you also didn't really feel like walking today. "Fine. I'll call you when I'm done."

He smiled, leaning down, placing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "Thank you, baby. I'll take you to see Pesci now. You don't need to rush. Take your time talking with him."

You nodded. You were going to apologize to Pesci. You felt terrible for talking to him so poorly. He wasn't the one you should be talking to like that. You just wanted to keep him out of all the drama. You needed to hurry up and go to him, try and make things right. You hoped that he wasn't upset with you.

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Chapter 28 - Lies Float to Surface |Soft Yandere Melone x Reader|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, dark themes. MA.

Melones POV

Melone sat on the edge of your bed, your phone that you left at home on his hands. His other hand had his phone pressed up against his ear, jaw clenched as he listened to you. Something was up in the tone of your voice, in the way that you were speaking to him, something happened to you. Someone did something to you.

"Illusos really sick," you told him, your voice lacking any life. "I need to take care of him until he's better. I can't see you or anyone else because I don't want to contaminate you with germs."

He gently sat your phone down on your bed, shaking his head. He couldn't believe it.. again, you were lying to him, right to his face. "Baby, please be honest with me. I'm tired of all of these lies. I'm not mad at you." He was mad at this situation. "I just know you're feeding me bullshit. Please stop."

"Don't worry Melone," you replied, causing his entire body to stiffen. You just kept on lying to him. "I am telling you the truth. I'm sure he'll be better in a week."

"I'll see you shortly," he mutteted suddenly, hanging the phone up as he stood up, shoving his phone in his pocket. He ignored the vibration in his pocket, deciding to ignore it as he left your room, walking into the base. He let his eyes land on Formaggio. "Tell me what happened to Y/N. She went to your house first yesterday." He saw that on his tracker he had on you.

Formaggio looked up from his laptop, his face blank, eyes landing on Melone. "She just came to see me yesterday. What's the big deal?"

"She never goes to see you," replied Melone, eyes narrowing as he looked at Prosciutto, who was sitting next to Formaggio. "Wasn't she supposed to stay here with you last night, Prosciutto? Why would she leave you to go stay with Formaggio? Did you drop her off?" He knew you walked to Formaggios house. The tracker that he had on you detected speed. He just wanted to catch them in a lie.

Prosciutto gave him a hard glare as his hard blue eyes met his. His usual neatly done hair was hanging freely, his blonde stringy hair neatly resting on his shoulders. Visible bags were under his eyes, and as he looked down, he noticed that Prosciuttos right palm was bruised on the inside. "She walked to Formaggios house. She wanted to stay with him instead."

Pesci walked into the room, sitting next to Ghiaccio, who was busy on his computer. "She sounded weird when I talked to her this morning. I think that Illuso might be getting her sick. Do you think he has the flu?" Sweet Pesci.. he immediately believed your lie. He really was a sweet boyfriend to you, and that made Melone love and respect Pesci for being good to you. You deserved to be treated like a fucking queen.

"Illuso was really sick when he called Y/N and told her, but I can drop off some medicine by the front door later. I'm sure she'll be fine," Formaggio told Pesci. "I think Illuso ate some bad takeout. He keeps getting from these disgusting places. He was bound to get food poisoning eventually."

"Then it's not contagious," Melone replied, a smile forming on his lips. Perfect. "I'm going to go stop by Illusos' house right now and see her. Just to see if she's okay."

Formaggio raised his eyebrows slightly, hiding the regret on his face, but Melone could see it. He could see right through all the lies now. "I'm sure she's fine. Why go do that?"

"Maybe I should go with you," Ghiaccio suddenly added in, keeping his eyes on his laptop. "In case their are any problems, because all this is fucking weird! You jackasses did something her!"

"What?" Pesci questioned, panic spreading over his face. "What do you mean by that?"

Prosciutto sighed, standing up. "I'll just come out and say it since you're close to finding out." He walked over to stand in front of Melone, a look of worry spreading across Formaggios face. "Y/N decided to go out in public wearing revealing clothes, so I spanked her for it. That's all, I just spanked her. She got mad at me for it and went to Formaggio's."

Melones hands balled into fists, his eyes hard as he glared at Prosciutto. "And you all decided to lie about it? To cover it up like you covered up breaking her fingers and giving her a concussion? Because I know you did."

As Melone raised his fist to Prosciutto, Ghiaccio's hand shot up, grabbing his fist. "Don't punch him, Melone. Just relax, don't get violent." He stood up as he kept a hold on his fist, walking around the couch to pull him away from Prosciutto. "How badly did you do it? A few smacks over her jeans? She didn't run away from me when I spanked her. Clearly you fucking beat her."

"You spanked her?" Formaggio questioned, sounding shocked. "At least pull down her jeans when you spank her. Embarrass her a little!" Melone shot him a glare. "My bad, my bad. I was just saying, cause she has a nice ass." He took out his phone, his eyes dropping, thumb rapidly moving.

Melone pulled away from Ghiaccio gently, patting his back before walking over to Formaggio, snatching his phone out of his hand. He held his phone up to his face, anger flashing across his face as he read the unsent text that was being sent to Illusos phone.

:( Everyone knows. Including Melone. Y/N, you need to go hide or some shit because Melone and maybe Ghiaccio are coming to confront you abo

"Are you fucking serious?" Melone questioned, his heart suddenly sinking at the sudden realization that you were the one lying to him. Prosciutto admitted what he did so easily.. you were the one that was covering up their abuse. You were hiding the truth from him. "She's the one that's been lying. She's been covering for all of you. She's been lying to me, and I bet that she told you to lie Formaggio. Didn't she? She told you to help her cover this."

Formaggio gently took his phone away from Melone. "Nah, she would never lie to you. Why would she lie to you?"

"Send that message to her and I'll spank you!" Melone snapped, causing Formaggio to sit his phone down.

"Stop flirting with me, Melone," Formaggio replied, a smirk appearing on his face. "Nows not the time to come onto me. Maybe later, but not now."

Melones face instantly heated up, his body turning away from Formaggio. "I am not!" He snapped, feeling embarrassed. Damn it, he did that to throw him off! "Listen.. just stop beating her! How can you watch her cry!? How can you cause her pain!? She's our girlfriend, we're supposed to protect her!"

As he said that the front door of the base opened, you stepped in, causing Melone to completely freeze. He didn't expect you to actually come over here. He expected that you would hide out at Illusos until the physical wounds were more than likely healed. As soon as he heard the door close, he rushed over to you without thinking, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you away from the door.

You looked around, your eyes reading the room before your eyes finally landed on Formaggio. "Blue or black?" You asked him, your voice calm. What the fuck? Were you fucking communicating in secret right in front of him!?

"Way beyond black," Formaggio replied. "Blame Prosciutto, I said nothing."

You looked over at Prosciutto, giving him a blank stare before turning your attention towards Melone. "Whatever you heard.. it doesn't matter. I'm fine, I came here to see you."

"You came here to see me?" Melone repeated, giving you a glare, his grip on your left wrist extremely loose. He suddenly had an idea. "I know about your fingers. I know the truth. You've been lying to me about that?"

You pulled away from him, stepping back a few paces. "I.. who fucking said something!? You assholes!" Yeah.. he caught you, he finally caught you. Was he going to punish you? Hell no. He was bluffing, why would he ever spank you? You're a good girl, he would never punish you, even for lying. He knew that it wasn't your fault.

"You're the asshole who said something," Formaggio replied. "You just told on yourself. Didn't I tell you Melone was smarter than all of us?"

You looked completely dumbfounded, a low, nervous laugh escaping your lips. "Damn. Well, how about we all just forget about this? This is too much drama. Let's just throw it away."

"No," Pesci muttered, standing up, walking to stand next to Prosciutto. "Y/N.. this isn't right. If we keep ignoring this, then one day, you could get beaten into a coma. You could die." You shrugged, a frown forming on his lips. "Don't shrug. This is a serious matter."

"You.. will drop it," you replied, your tone threatening, dominant. It was a tone that you never used. You never showed dominance towards the men. You defended yourself, but you never commanded them. "You're going to listen to me, and you're going to drop it now."

"No," Pesci replied, his body stiffening, but his tone suddenly lost all base. "I'm not going to drop it." He looked like he was about to crack.

"I said drop it," you snapped at him, the sudden aggression in your voice surprising all five of the men.

Pesci looked down, walking past you in a hurry and right out the door. "Sorry," he muttetered as he gently shut the door.

"Don't fucking talk to him like that," Prosciutto snapped suddenly at you, seeming offended by how you talked to Pesci.

"You of all people don't get to tell me how to talk to Pesci," you snapped back. "I actually treat Pesci right. You wouldn't know about treating someone right."

Prosciutto stepped towards you, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you actually think you're making any of us happy? Do you think you're actually a good girlfriend?"

"She makes me happy," Formaggio quickly spoke up. "She's a good girlfriend to me."

"Speak for yourself, Prosciutto," Ghiaccio snapped, his glare deadly. "Don't speak for me and try and fuck up my relationship with her!"

"She's perfect," Melone muttered. He was silently happy to see Formaggio and Ghiaccio defending you for once.

"You broke her fingers because she's a cunt," Prosciutto snapped, glaring at you, causing Melone's entire body to stiffen further. Prosciutto needed to leave, because Melone was close to attacking him. "I don't feel bad about last night. The only mistake I made was not beating you more."

You smirked. You actually smirked. Melone was ready to punch Prosciutto and defend you, but you didn't even seem mad. You seem amused. "I know why you're really mad. And that makes me happy. Because I know how you really feel, and I'll never feel it back. I look at you, and I only wish the time would pass because I don't want to be around you."

Prosciutto blinked a few times, actually seeming to be taken back by what you said to him. "Well.. fine. We don't need to be together then. Fuck you. And fuck this relationship." He walked past you, his shoulder brushing past yours as he walked out the front door, slamming it shut.

You looked over at Formaggio, then at Ghiaccio, then finally at Melone. "Well, wasn't that fun?" You were being sarcastic, your annoyed expression telling them just how much fun you were actually having, which was none at all.

"That was not fun!" Melone snapped. "Pull down your pants and underwear, show us how badly you're hurt!"

"Wow," you replied, throwing your hands up. "I'm not doing that. My ass is fine. Right Formaggio? It wasn't that bad. So drop it."

Formaggio looked down, scratching the side of his head. "I mean, I.. it was pretty brutal to see. Illuso flipped out and threatened to beat up Prosciutto. But I cleaned her up last night, and I checked this morning, and she's starting to heal."

"What about next time?" Melone questioned, shaking his head. Nothing was resolved. Nothing was fixed. "Nothing was resolved. At all. And you broke her fingers. Can you really be trusted around her? I should break your fingers!" He stepped forward, only to be grabbed by you, your hand wrapping around his, pulling him back.

"Formaggio and I have resolved our issues. We're good now. And I'm sorry I lied to you, Melone, I really am. I just didn't want you to get upset," you told him, eyes on him. "Please, Formaggio and I are on great terms. And Prosciutto is a jack ass. I'm begging you to drop it and not do anything."

Melone let out a huff, staring down at you, his heart beginning to beat rapidly. He loved you so fucking much, and despite wanting to beat up both Formaggio and Prosciutto he would have to drop it. Maybe. "Goddamnit Y/N," he muttered, looking over at Ghiaccio for support.

"Did he make you bleed?" Ghiaccio questioned.

"No," you spoke quickly, shaking your head. "No way. He didn't. Okay?"

Ghiaccio stepped towards you. "Y/N? Did he make you bleed?"

You backed away a little. "N-no." You were lying. Goddamnit, you just kept lying to them! Why!? Why won't you let him defend you!? "Drop it."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're lying."

"Why do you keep lying to all of us? Do you honestly believe that it's okay to lie to us?" Melone asked you, keeping his voice soft. "I just want you safe. You shouldn't be all beat up like this."

"I am sorry Melone," Formaggio suddenly said, standing up. "I've already apologized to Y/N, and I'm apologizing to you. I'll never break any bone on her body again. It was wrong of me. Alright? And I made her lie to you about it. I swear on my life."

Melone turned towards Formaggio, glaring. You squeezed his hand, still not letting him go. "I don't ca -"

"Time for a group hug, I guess," you said, interrupting Melone as you stepped in between Melone and Formaggio. You placed your hand on Melones back, your other hand on Formaggios as you attempted to push the two together. "Come on, we're hugging! Let's hug! Come on, Ghiaccio, participate."

"No," Ghiaccio snapped at you. "Fuck that."

Formaggio wrapped his arm around Melone and you, pulling you both in for a tight hug. "We should just drop this and move on, focus on work. We're a family, and sometimes, mistakes happen. Let's just all get along and continue to be that family."

"Fine, whatever," Ghiaccio muttered, walking over to his computer. He took a seat back down on the couch. "You keep demanding we drop it?! Fine!"

Melone frowned, but he hugged both you and Formaggio back. "I want to sit and talk with you privately about this. Both of you. One on one."

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Formaggio questioned, a few giggles escaping your lips, causing a small smile to appear on his lips. He liked hearing you happy. "If it comes down to it, go hard."

You pulled away from both of them, looking at Formaggio, and then at Melone. "You know, you all shouldn't just fuck me. Maybe you all should fuck each other too."

"Say what now?" Ghiaccio questioned, causing Melone to look over at him. His eyes were wide, face completely red. "What did you just fucking say!?"

"I was just kidding, babe," Formaggio replied quickly. "Melone's a hot guy and all, but I don't think I'm into dudes like that." He turned away, face going red. "Drop this conversation."

Melone nodded his head. He was on board with the idea. Considering he's sucked Formaggio off in secret a few times in the past, something the two have never admitted before. He wanted to tell you badly, but Formaggio wouldn't let him. He sucked Ghiaccio off twice before, too. Ghiaccio might be okay with him one day telling you, Ghiaccio and Melone were good friends, where Formaggio and Melone only socialize due to work. He doesn't hang out with Formaggio alone unless put on a mission with him, and those few missions in the past led to Melone blowing Formaggio while he was driving. Those were some wild times.

"One big happy family," you added in. You wore a small, teasing smirk on your face.

"Black," Formaggio mutteted under his breath.

"So you wanna talk to me alone, Melone? That sounds good. After that, I need to go find Pesci," you said, immediately changing the subject. "I don't need to talk to you, Ghiaccio. We're fine, the best of pals."

"We're not pals," Ghiaccio yelled at you. "You are my girlfriend! I told you to stop calling me your pal or buddy! Call me your boyfriend or by my name!"

You let out a laugh, turning away from Ghiaccio. "We aren't colleagues?"

"NO!" He screamed, leaning back on the couch, his glasses practically falling off of his face. "We are not fucking colleagues, we are dating!" His hand stiffly raised, pushing his square-rimmed glasses back into place.

Melone likes seeing you joke around and laugh. You are actually showing a rare side of you now. Despite all the pain that you've been through, you were still playing around. He could forgive Formaggio. Despite not wanting to forgive him, he would do it for you. Prosciutto thought.. fuck him, he would only remain professional with him because of work.

"It's just so hard to keep up," you replied sarcastically. "Formaggio is my pal."

Formaggio shrugged. "Call me what you want. My dicks big, I can handle it." Melone silently agreed. Formaggio had a nice thick cock, it was definitely bigger than Melones.

"What does that even mean?" Ghiaccio questioned, shaking his head. "Goddammit, don't call me whatever you want Y/N!"

You looked at Formaggio, nodding your head. "Alright, sure." You grabbed Melones hand again. "I just need to talk to you and Pesci. So I'll talk to you first. Because I like you the most." You're trying to get out of trouble with him. Well, it was working, considering you were in no trouble with him. It was cute that you assumed you were in trouble with him, even if he was mad at you, he wouldn't do anything but talk with you. You were his good girl. Why would he do anything to hurt you? He would never hurt you.

"You need to talk to me also, I want you to stay at my place this weekend," Ghiaccio spoke, his voice demanding. "I want you Saturday and Sunday, both days at my place!"

You shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. That sounds good." You then turned towards Melone. "I guess we should go to my room and maybe talk a little."

"Let's go," Melone muttered to you softly, letting you lead him into your room.

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