#yandere risotto nero x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

Yan Risotto Nero with a F Reader who has low iron HCs. Commissioned piece.

Risotto Nero utilizes every method at his disposal to run frequent surveillance on you. He could entrust this task with his La Squadra subordinates, and maybe he would if it was for business, but this is a more personal undertaking. The skills he's sharpened from engaging in assassination throughout the years come in handy. He learns your routine, when you're most likely to be alone, what routes you take, his justification being that he can't properly protect you if he doesn't have this knowledge.

He is extremely methodical — for a time. He isn't the type to enter your home and leave behind evidence of his presence. No window or drawer is left askew. Risotto considers this a form of profiling. Engaging with you one-on-one is too risky, a fact that leaves a void in his being. He exercised better self-restraint than most yanderes would bother to employ. Eventually, though, the gnawing desire to know you won out against any shreds of respect for what little privacy you have left. What does your wardrobe look like? What television channel did you leave off on? How is your cooking? These questions and more oppress him to the point that satisfying his curiosity overwhelms any flimsy moral justification that he's simply 'looking out for you from afar.'

The life he leads is chaotic and wrought with bloodshed. You bring a semblance of normalcy, this sweet consistency that he finds endearing, though he'd never admit it. Once you're finally in his possession, you'll have a difficult time gauging his motivations. He isn't physically or verbally affectionate, the few words he utters are more like commands, and his demeanor as a whole is intimidating. What you will pick up on eventually is his micromanaging of your diet. He's unnervingly silent should you lash out, allowing you to get your frustration out of your system until exhaustion settles in, yet when it comes to your physical health, his boundaries are firm.

How he came to learn of the low iron levels in your body is somewhat bizarre. His Stand, Metallica, boasts the ability to manipulate iron. The writhing bunch made their displeasure known upon you entering his vicinity. Since Stands are manifestations of the user's soul, Risotto's hypervigilant care for your well-being bleeds into his Stand's behavior. They clued Risotto into the issue so that he could see you're taken care of.

Mortally harming the human body is more in his skillset than healing it. He is curious to see if his Stand could potentially boost the iron in your body to the levels necessary. Unfortunately, this falls outside his purview, he decreases iron in his opponent's bloodstream by focusing it and turning it into a weapon. He can't influence the levels themselves. Regardless, his Stand still enjoys lingering near you. They have no shame expressing how smitten they are, unlike their stoic user.

Risotto isn't a captor who demands much from you. About the most he'll ever ask is for you to fill the air with conversation, should uncomfortable silence ever linger. There's a warmth to your voice that sets him at ease. The topic doesn't matter and he probably won't chime in aside from an occasional word or phrase. Everyone has their own way of relaxing after a stressful day at work, this just happens to be his.

While he is sweet on you, he doesn't shy away from letting you feel the weight of various consequences. For instance, since you're more likely to feel fatigued, he expects you to sleep and wake up at a certain time. Should you try staying up later than he permits out of spite, he won't stop you. He intends to never reveal his Stand's full capabilities — such as how he can manipulate iron to reflect light around his person, effectively rendering him invisible. Unbeknownst to you, he'll be in the corner of the bedroom, unimpressed with your disobedience. Some lessons are best learned firsthand. The following day, when exhaustion weighs you down, he'll reproach any attempt from you to seek caffeine or a nap. He takes a "you've made your bed, now lay down on it" sort of approach.

This serves a dual purpose. While it's also a nonviolent method of 'encouraging' your adherence to his wishes, it also paints him in this omnipotent light. How did he know you were awake? You specifically wait until he left the room before indulging your mischievous streak. Does he have night vision cameras installed? How does he know your iron levels without taking blood for bloodwork? Over time, these strange instances build up inside your psyche. You get the sense he isn't exactly like most people yet the full extent of it is lost on you.

As a result, paranoia sets in, heady and thick. You overestimate his capabilities. Should you try this escape attempt, seeing as you're home alone? ... Are you home alone? Your hand will hover over the doorknob, covered in perspiration, internally weighing if the risk is worth it. Meanwhile, this could be an instance where Risotto actually isn't present, yet the threat looms in the air all the same.

Ultimately, he wants a healthy dosage of fear, not a debilitating amount. His rules are rather straightforward and most pertain to your health. He never loses his penchant for observing you while you're unaware, but figures what you don't know can't hurt you. When you are cognizant of his presence, he tries somewhat to come across as less intimidating. He doesn't want you cowering at the sight of him. This leads to mixed results, more often than not. He can reassure you that he isn't going to hurt you all he wants, but his towering height and muscular appearance do little to dissipate your concern.

He might not fall for blatant attempts at manipulation, but should you be sweet on him, you can earn a few privileges. It just takes a lot of mental preparation to go up to this man and try for a hug. The stress almost isn't worth the potential benefits.

#risotto nero x reader #yandere risotto nero x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jjba x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #commissions #my stuff

[abbacchiosbelt]

ABX (if that's too many then pick whatever one you'd like sorry!) for Risotto Nero?

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? Risotto’s affection is far and few between. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, but he fears that once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. The love he feels for his darling is twisted and all-consuming, and he forces himself to abstain from frequent affection so he doesn’t consume them entirely. To compensate, he tries to give his darling whatever they want, within reason. Presents, home-cooked meals, luxury hygiene products, fancy clothes… (Whilst La Squadra wanted a higher salary, they certainly weren’t hurting for money. Metallica also makes it easy for Riz to shoplift… so nothing is out of his reach.) If he was a more wordy man, he would make up for his lack of physical affection through his words… But he is not, so Risotto simply imagines what he’d like to say to his darling. He only hopes that they understand how much they mean to him through his actions. And if he does give in one day… His love and affection is smothering. Risotto is the only one that can keep his darling safe - they are the light in his pitch-black world. (He doesn’t realize that he is slowly dimming that light with every day that passes while his darling is imprisoned by him.)

— Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? Extremely so. Risotto has no qualms about killing whoever stands in between him and his darling. He’s been used to doing the dirty work since he was a teen, and his darling being in the picture makes him even more willing to get blood on his hands. However, he does try to keep his darling from seeing his violent side. Risotto is well-aware that they know what he does - that he’s a prolific killer. Still, he doesn’t want them to have to witness it. He has some sense of self-awareness when it comes to his image and his darling, as illogical as he knows it is. Risotto wants to appear as a savior to them.

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Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? Risotto worships the ground his darling walks on. He sees them as the answer to his lonely life - as the light to his dark. To Risotto, his darling is perfect. All it takes is a few interactions for Risotto to start hatching a plan to take them. Whether he infiltrates their workplace or invades their home, he knows he has to rescue take them. They’re too good for this world. Risotto, try as he might, is not exactly charming. He’s tall and intimidating, and most people don’t dare to speak to him… He’s used to the fear in people’s eyes when he gets close, even if he doesn’t say anything. As much as he’d like to flirt with his darling, he knows that attempting to win them over is a lost cause. Their interactions with him, no matter how forced, are enough for Risotto. They tide him over until he can set his plan to kidnap them in motion… and he hopes that over time, they’ll grow to love him.

#my writing #ask prompt #yandere cw #risotto nero x reader #yandere risotto nero #yandere jjba #kidnapping cw #yandere risotto nero x reader #jjba.txt

[princelylove]

Hmm beside Jotaro and Noriaki, I also interested in Dio part 3, Risotto, Jolyne, Pucci. Do you have any headcanon for them, nsfw is fine :) Like what type of yandere they are and their dirty secret?

Also do you take request writing fic/headcanon/drabble or you just like writing character analyze like this?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Sure, I’ll take those sorts of requests. I’ll get around to making a proper rules list eventually. I already squeeze my headcannons into my interpretations quite a bit, but it’s completely fine to ask “Can I get some general headcannons about x” or “Can I get some headcanons about how x would deal with y?” as long as we keep the reader neutral, so like “Could I get headcannons for how Risotto treats a short reader?” isn’t really interesting to me, “How do you think Risotto flirts/shows his love? What if I deny him? What if I play into it?” is more my field. I might bend a little in the future if something does interest me like that, so shoot your shot. Don’t get discouraged if I reject an idea, I love receiving asks and it isn’t personal if I turn something down. I’m cooking some actual fics and little drabbles up, they’re fair game as well. 

Dio is an absolute authority, he views himself as the end of all roads. You might be inclined to think that he’d fall for the avoidant type, someone who refuses him, but he’s fine with letting someone like that go- you’re just not ready to find DIO yet. You’ll come around, his cute little pet. They always come around. He’s patient, and despite his eye twitching when you turn him away, he’ll wait.

Dio wants someone who loves him more than anything ever. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So if you’re oh-so-good to him, treat him like he’s divine, he’ll show how pleased he is in small ways. You’re allowed certain privileges (Ones you had anyway, as he loves you..) now that you’re so obedient. And by privileges, he means things that he would want if he were in your position. Wink wink. You’re lacking in the offerings every week category.

Dio gives you him-appropriate gifts. Solid gold bracelets to adorn those beautiful wrists of yours. Makeup that makes your complexion pop. He becomes a bit overbearing, he’s involved in every aspect of your life- as he should be. What a privilege. 

I still think Dio is incredibly insecure. You’re what makes him feel good, he thrives on your praise. He becomes a lot more tolerable if you sing his praises constantly. Dio isn’t the most stable, so if you suddenly stop all the sweet talk, he’ll consider eating you and starting over. Oops. 

“Tell me you love me.”

I view Risotto as a dog. Some people are just doglike to me, he's like a guard dog that won't move even with a treat on his nose. He's strict- he won't allow such an indulgence as having an actual partner, not while the boss is on his ass all the time about work. 

Risotto will hold off on any and all urges in favor of stalking you. It's not like it's hard. His stand allows him to get as close as he wants to without violating any of the rules that he set for himself about you. His rules are simple, too. No contact. No stealing. No touching, even when you're asleep. No restocking your fridge to make sure his darling eats dinner. 

What Risotto lacks in expression he has in patience. He's happy to keep you as a bit of a hobby, never needing to fight himself on his rules like you might expect the typical stalker to. He's normally so happy about playing guardian angel- you really do need him. He keeps you safe. He locks your door when you forget, he shuts your blinds and opens them just before you awaken, and he adores your commentary to any animal you might keep as a pet. So adorable. So perfect. He'd give anything to keep things the way they are, even if it means staying out of it- for the time being. 

I think he’s a very soft-spoken man, actually. He mutters a bit. His voice is slow and clear when he wants it to be, but he just cannot talk that way to you of all people. His attempts to be gentle with you, provided he actually breaks his no-contact, are futile. His deep voice and lack of tone are likely to come off as aggressive, even when he’s telling you how sweet you sound. Poor Risotto. He’s not a man of many words, it’s rare he just says something without thinking.

He shows his love via acts of service, if you can say “showing.” Risotto loves to take care of people. His fantasies are mainly about washing you, dressing you, making you something to eat… He wants to give you the easy life that he never got. Risotto sort of treats you like an animal the more you resist his love. Cats are silly, aren’t they. They don’t know that they need to stay still for you to clip their nails. That’s exactly how he views you. 

“Don’t move. This is good for you.”

#🏵️ anon #yandere dio #yandere risotto nero #yandere dio x reader #yandere risotto nero x reader #request granted

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

These Violent Desires

Pairing: Yandere! Risotto Nero x Reader

Prompt: “Am I wrong? You want to be loved, Don’t you?” 

Description: You never really had much of a love life. Not for lack of trying on your part, thank you, it just never really happened. Of course, like most people you wanted it, a romance so sweet and comforting it swept you off your feet and left you on cloud nine. You were sure this wasn’t the way to go about it… but it was awfully hard to say no to a deceleration like that…

Content Warning: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 3110

Notes: I was in the middle of writing this very cute Avdol piece but then I became super sad and lonely and didn’t have the heart to write cute things when I was feeling anything but soft so I said, hey, fuck it, I can write whatever the heck I want. Also I love Risotto so… Post writing this, I can say this was supposed to be a *small* vent piece and then well I went bat shit crazy. No regrets tho this slaps

Part: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

“Yeah, I’ll catch you two later!” You waved off your two grinning roommates, sighing softly as the couple left for a date night. They deserved it, of course, but it didn’t stop the feelings of loneliness from bubbling up in your chest.

It wasn’t malicious or envious, even if you did feel bad about your feelings of jealousy; it was just you wanted that same kind of love, though, someone you were best friends and lovers with, who you had been together with for years and knew you as much as you knew yourself. There would be rough times of course but in the end the two of you would come out happier and stronger for it…

These things don’t just pop out of nowhere, though. Relationships had to be worked for, love didn’t just appear; it had to be made, to be cared for and nurtured… So even if you wanted that fairy tale romance to come of sweep you off your feet, it just… wouldn’t happen. Not unless you find yourself a prince charming awfully soon… And at your current rate well, it wasn’t likely too happen.

You were notoriously bad at dating and getting close to people. Of course, you tried dating apps and meeting new people through your friends but nothing really seemed to click… It didn’t help that you were incredibly dense, as well; with little insight on how dating even worked in the real world you were left just as clueless (and alone) as you came in.

“Well…” Another sigh left your lips, willing those drear thoughts to leave your head. “Guess I should eat something….” You frowned, though, remembering that you and your roommates had yet to go grocery shopping. There wasn’t much in the house, sans some white rice and maybe some onions or something… Not really a meal though.

“Hmm well… Guess I’m heading to the gas station for some frozen pizza…” You didn’t even bother to sigh this time, pulling on a warm jacket (thankful the weather had cooled this week) and grabbing your phone and card. It was way too dark to be carrying your purse around, after all. You just wanted some food and your neighborhood wasn’t exactly known for being safe at night.

You went out the front door of your apartment, content that the key coded door three levels down would be security enough for the 15 minutes you were gone, so that you wouldn’t have to lock your front door (and bring your keys with you.) You went down the uneven steps of the nearly empty building, finding yourself wishing someone was there to walk with you.

You shake your head as you exit the building properly, letting the cool night air wash over you and clear your head. You would let your thoughts wander, taking the familiar path under the yellowed streetlights to the gas station hardly a block from your home.

Once inside you were tempted to wader the aisles aimlessly, wanting to waste as much time as possible but in the end, you figured getting what you wanted and getting home quickly was a better idea. So, you picked out your favorite freezer burnt pizza and energy drink and went up to the counter, paying a little too much for the commodity and leaving back into the brisk night air.

The walk back home felt even more lonesome than the walk to the store, if possible. Perhaps you were just imaging things but you swore you could feel a pair of eyes on you; there were no shortage of places to hide and get a view of someone around here. And you had strange men make comments and follow you around here more than once.

Your grip on your phone increased and your body tensed as your apartment came into sight; you were in the home stretch but if you panicked or let anyone who might be there know you were on to them, it wouldn’t be good.

With a deep breath, you continued forward, crossing the street to your apartment. The closer you got, the more you were convinced you were playing yourself, scared simply because the darkness and lack of any noise on your street.

However as you went up the small set of stairs that lead to your apartment complexes front door your breath hitched; from the corner of your eye you could see someone. A man, most likely, just from their sheer size. They were coming up the sidewalk opposite of where you did, so you were unsure how you didn’t notice him sooner.

Your anxiety got the better of you. You found yourself running the short distance between the stairs and the apartment door, fingers hastily running over the numbers as you punched in the door code.

You didn’t bother to look behind you when you heard the robotized woman say “door unlocked” as you slipped into the apartment and quickly closed it behind you, sighing in relief when you heard the mechanism lock again.

For a moment, you were glad the light had gone out on the first floor; you took the moment to rest in the darkness before going up the 3 flights of stairs that would lead to your apartment. Even if that man was after you, surely he didn’t know your door code? Your body blocked it when you were putting it in, and the door locked immediately after you.

You were safe– he couldn’t get you behind closed doors. And you lived on the third floor; even if he went around back to try and bash doors in, he only had a 1/6 chance of getting it right. If he did that, you or one of your neighbors (of the 2 that were still left in the building) could call the police and you would have ample time to arm yourself and hide.

Finally rationalizing it enough to your brain, you went to take your first step up the stairs before a deep voice spoke, stopping you in your tracks.

“Oh cara, did you really think you could escape me?”

You were petrified, too afraid to turn around. You had heard the door close and lock behind you, there was no way he could have gotten in! Your heart was already beginning to pound, your mind begging you to bolt up the stairs, to scream so that maybe one of your absent neighbors heard you.

“What do you want?” You were surprised at how clear your voice came out, despite the fear you felt making its self well known as a lump in your throat. “If its money, I don’t carry cash on me ever. If you want my card, you can just take it.”

You wanted to hit yourself, cringing at how confident you sounded in this situation. You should at least turn and see his face, so you can give a description to the police in when this inevitably ends badly…

“You’re in an awful hurry to get away from me…” His laugh sent shivers down your spine. He had yet to act; you knew your time for a get away was dwindling. The longer you took here in idle chit chat, the more of an advantage he got in this situation.

You at least knew which stairs were longer, which were shorter, where the fire alarms were and– the fire alarms! There was one right up the first flight on stairs, in the darkened landing for the first two apartments. If you could get to it, bright lights and sirens would go off in the building and hopefully scare whoever the hell thought they could threaten you away.

“I said what do you want?” You raised your voice, trying to use the distraction to slowly raise the bag you held, your intent to turn and throw the pizza and drink at him and book it for the fire alarm.

Now, you dare face him, gasping at just how… menacing he looked. Red eyes surrounded by a black sclera… how does that even happen? Not that it matters– you had to stay composed here.

“I’m not going to stand here and let you do what you want!” Confident now that you could see his face, you frowned at him, making it known you didn’t care for him, his strange eyes, exposed chest or pretty face.

“How cute,” He cooed taking a step forward. You instinctively took one back, up the step. You had counted these steps so many times, you knew there were 8 on every flight before a landing.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now _____?” You took another step back when he said your name, intent on putting as much distance between you and this man as possible now. “I’ve come here for you.”

With that you couldn’t take it, hastily hurling the bag at the creepy stranger hoping the energy drink in there would nail him right in the face. You didn’t bother to stay and see if you hit him, instead turning straight on your heel to go up the rest of the stairs to the landing.

He easily caught the bag, throwing it to the side as he watched you take the steps two at a time. Due to his sheer size, he was able to catch you just before you reached the landing and you cried out as he caught your flung out wrist.

“No! Let me go!” You were unwillingly dragged down the stairs, your ankles hitting the few steps uncomfortably as you were pulled into his chest. “Stop this!” You were ready to raise your voice even louder but his free hand came to rest over your mouth.

The one he used to drag you back rested tightly, albeit comfortably, around your waist, securing you to his chest lest you try and run off again. You still struggled still, though you knew it would be near impossible to fight off someone so much larger than yourself.

“Shh… shh… calm down tesoro…” His coo in your ear did little to calm you even as he walked the two of you to face the door, trapping you between him and it. You did eventually settle, hoping it would at least stop his bitter-sweet nothings in your ear.

When a heavy moment passed in that he felt you wouldn’t struggle he smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown on your head. You cringed, unable to move away from his affection. You had thought for sure his words before had simply been to scare you, to throw you off your game and make you an easier target.

But now, stuck in his disarmingly warm grasp, you were perhaps more worried for yourself than before; what did he plan to do, now that he had you in his arms? A million sick possibilities twisted in your gut. You almost wished it was enough to make you sick; maybe if you threw up on the guy you could run out the door, sprint to a public place and get help.

“We both know no one is in this building, but regardless, don’t scream when I move my hand alright cara?” You nodded carefully against his back, taking in a deep breath as his hand moved from your mouth and nose.

He turned you to face him as well and seeing the eyes of your now captor again merely made your heart pound faster; the adrenaline running in your system urging you to act rashly. Then again, look where that got you…

You weren’t stupid enough to yell but now you still had more questions. “How do you know my name? Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Rapid fire, they fell from your lips, your frown growing more in the darkness that caged the two of you.

He merely looked down at you lovingly, if you could call it that. You disliked how his gaze seemed to glow in the darkness. The more you took in his features the more you grew to dislike them.

“You can call me Risotto.” You were surprised he gave you a name at all, though you half expected it to be an alias. “And I know a lot more about you than your name. I knew that you would be alone tonight, I know you never lock the front door when you go out, and I know just how sad and lonely you are…” He tsked softly, his free hand cupping your cheek in a way that you might have considered sweet had his previous words not been ringing in your ears.

Still, your cheeks burned; he may have a little insight to you, but he didn’t know everything…

“You know nothing.” You huffed, unable to make a good comeback in the wake of all he admitted. Risotto, as you now knew him, simply continued to speak.

“And I’m doing this for you,” He looked at you longingly. You bit your lip, unable to deny the way your heart pounded in your chest. No one had ever so freely admitted they knew you so personally, that they did something (no matter how… strange you found it) for you. You willed yourself not to be so easily charmed by him, though.

You were not so lonely as to be won over by some big, handsome stranger saying vaguely romantic things to you… right? “I’ve been dreaming of the day I can take you back to the home I’ve made for us, tesoro. I know you’ll love it.”

“Wait, wait back up.” You said suddenly, now acutely aware of the way he held you, how he looked at you, all of it. It rolled together in your stomach, being too big and bursting into butterflies that you willed to settle down. “This… you’re not serious, are you?” You couldn’t help your disbelief. “Like… this doesn’t happen…” You said softly, getting away no longer in the forefront of your mind but rather, trying to figure out what was happening now.

“_____,” The way he said your name so seriously, with his deep voice nonetheless, made you look up to meet his gaze. “I wouldn’t lie to you like that– I love you, after all.” The gentle smile that came over your lips didn’t do anything to help your fluster at his confession.

“You’re kidding.” Was all you could say.

Rationally, you knew this guy was delusional. Like, this guy stalked you for a while and then claims he loves you?

Why is that making you feel all mushy inside?

“Risotto…” Why you choose to use his name now, you knew not but it was obvious how he perked up at his name leaving your mouth. “This is… all awfully um, sweet.” You weren’t sure how to phrase this but you knew you couldn’t just be uprooted from your life like this. Perhaps, if you were gentle and sweet… he would let you go? It was all you could cling to at this point. Though you knew, if he finally confronted you… he wouldn’t be walking away empty handed.

“But you have to see it from my point of view… I just met you, and you scared me half to death.” You rested one of your hands by your heart, taking a deep breath before speaking again. Against your better judgment, you moved both of your hands to rest on his chest; perhaps by appealing to his apparent affection for you, you could gain some leverage in this situation?

“I’m… incredible flattered you could say all this, and happy to hear you put forth so much effort for me but surely you realize, I know nothing about you beyond your name.” You said softly. “How can you expect me to love a man I know nothing about?” You curled your fingers around the bands of what he was wearing, looking up at him. His expression was unreadable and for a moment you were afraid you crossed a line.

“I don’t expect you too.” He shook his head and you paled, if at all possible. “Am I wrong, though? You want to be loved, don’t you?”

Your words caught in your throat. Of course, you wanted that more than anything; you dreamed of romance all your life, of a sweet love and happy life. But it wasn’t supposed to happen like this…

“I’ll be alright, knowing you don’t love me yet. It’s only a matter of time after all.” You swallowed heavy, an odd mix of dread and anxiety setting in your chest.

“W-wait! Can’t we, um, go about this the normal way?” You pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I-I’m willing to get to know you but I… I can’t just leave my friends!” You cried, panting.

Was it getting harder to breathe? Risotto wasn’t even holding you all that tight though…

“They’ll be fine without you cara. After all, they have each other.” He smiled. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He held you closer to him as you began to grow unsteady on your feet, feeling like it was nearly impossible to get the air you so desperately needed.

“What… what did you do… to me?” You yawned, your body desperate to get in as much air as it could.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve only take enough iron from your body to make you pass out. When you wake up, you’ll be perfectly fine.” He was smiling, smiling as you watched what looked like little… metallic beads dance along his skin.

“M-my iron?” Your words were slurring, your vision beginning to fill with black dots. “An-d what are those… those things on your skin…” Your eyes were closed before you could further elaborate but Risotto’s eyes widened in surprise.

So, there was one thing he didn’t know about you…?

Fully supporting your weight now, Risotto pulled your unconscious form into his arms, careful to make sure you were comfortable before laughing.

“Who would have guessed you would be a stand user also?” He shook his head, easily opening the door that lead outside your apartment complex and walking into the welcoming breeze of the night air. An unmarked car was waiting for him, with you now in tow.

They would leave without a word, your neighborhood none the wiser.

When your roommates returned late that evening, they would simply assume you went to bed before they came home. Your absence wouldn’t be noticed until it was far, far to late.

And by then, it simply didn’t matter; Risotto had you right where he wanted you and there would be no escaping his love.

#jjba #yandere risotto x reader #yandere risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #risotto nero #jjba part 5 #vento auero #golden wind #i love this man a lot!!!

[depravitymoon]

Yandere La Squadra Mother's Day Special Imagine Part 1 (Risotto x Reader and Melone x Reader)

Author's note: For a whole week, I've been sick. Worse, I had a horrible allergic reaction due to a week of seafood. Hence, I didn't have time to write up all of La Squadra. This headcanon pertains to Yandere Risotto and Yandere Melone making you a mother and how that plays out!

Warning: Pregnancy, mention of kidnapping, mention of somnophilia, mention of drugging, mention of non-con, baby trapping, implied everyone lives AU.

Risotto

How it happened:

The Capo doesn't use condoms. He regularly ensures you're on The Pill. Everything was going well until you got an infection and had to be heavily medicated. You recovered but at a cost. The medication nullified your birth control. It was too late by the time Melone warned you and Risotto of the side effects. You had morning sickness, and your test came back positive. Risotto was calm about it, planned on getting you a doctor's appointment to make this all go away….. until you insisted on keeping it. He didn't show it, but the panic was seeping in. Supporting you as a prisoner of love was already a hassle! How the fuck was he going to be a father?!

In a sappy cliche scene, the rest of La Squadra vowed to help Risotto with the baby.

Pesci can help with the baby crying at night.

Ghiaccio can help homeschool when the child's older.

Formaggio's going to be the fun uncle!

Prosciutto's The Godfather (no pun intended)! Being a third parent to the baby.

Illuso doesn't want to do shit but knows he'll be forced to.

Melone's just thinking about creating some friends for the bambino!

They all vowed to put their lives on the line to keep the baby safe.

Risotto still thought fatherhood was a bad idea. Then the Capo saw how happy you were about being pregnant, gently caressing your tummy, looking so protective of the little life inside of you.

How he handles pregnancy:

He has no clue what he's doing. Excellent hitman and an incredible tactician, but he can't understand your mood swings or why you're eating chocolate-covered pickles with ketchup. Risotto heavily relies on La Squadra to help him out with you and research what you're going through.

How he changes:

He used to be sadistic when it came to you and would use your body whenever he wanted. Now, he's gentle and far more protective of you, even asking for consent before touching you. He's very remorseful for how he's treated you and wants to learn to be a better lover and a good father. If it's a boy, he wants the baby named after his cousin.

Melone

How it happened:

Melone wasn't kidding when he vowed to get Risotto's baby some friends! He just needed to find the right woman to birth them. That's when his eyes fell on you, and it was love at first sight. He stalked, researched, and analyzed you for months and realized you're perfect. "You'll make a wonderful mother, " he'd sigh.

He was strategic about gaining your trust, accessing your medical records, and knowing your menstrual cycle. He'd cook you food that you only DREAM of getting at 5-star restaurants …. and lace it with sleeping pills.

When your pregnancy came back positive, Melone explained he'd make love to you in your sleep. The look on your face was priceless! You cried and broke down, but Melone knew he had won. He knew you'd love your child, even if Melone forced you to have it. He knew you'd force yourself to tolerate him for the child's sake. After all, he has the money you need for a decent upbringing.

The good news is that Melone set you up to live in your own house with the baby! Why doesn't he want to live with you? What if you're going to cohabitate? He's gonna remind you that he's a hitman, and it'd be better if he just spent his free time there instead of being a permanent resident.

How he handles pregnancy:

Constantly rubbing your belly each time it grows (and you better let him). He's even more affectionate, feeling the baby kick. He monitors your progress and writes notes down in his pregnancy journal for you. Very educated on pregnancy, helps you with your appointments, helps you keep a good diet, even if you're reluctant to trust his cooking again.

How he changes:

Not much. He'll change more after the birth, but he acts the same during the pregnancy. However, in preparation, he did beg Bruno to help him out. They have put the past behind them. Both of them passionate about children (and having a breeding kink). One thing that does change is that he's very jovial during these 9 months. It's rare to not see him smile. He smiles the most around you. Despite his selfish actions, he is sincerely excited to raise a family with you.

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[privitivium]

Yandere risotto? YANDERE RISOTTO.

Definitely the type to stalk you when you tell him not to lol (ESPECIALLY when he use his invisibility)

Overprotective in a way? Idk

I just need yandere risotto content tbh lol.

,,ye,,, yes,,,, yandere risotto nero,,, teehee. i agree. overprotective nero is so real bro ufhghhgh sry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by...

yandere subbot risotto nero rambles!!

amab reader, cw;; stalking. masochist nero - mild nipple play, mild exhibition, nsfw in general. creep nero.

risotto being overprotective all nonchalantly bro,,, so cute. you hanging around him, but not one to make eye contact for too long... you didnt really wanna tell him he's just too much of an edgelord with his piercing crimson eyes that he technically had no control of the color - making sure to compliment him instead of saying something that might make him upset - and those carelessly muttered compliments send the hulking edgy mass of muscle into a fucking tizzy. gotta keep up his cool and enigmatic nature though, so he cant be all squirming around out of giddiness... he has an equanimous nature to uphold...

getting all weird when you get ready to leave the base as usual, having nothing else to do - it was randomly that you would suddenly leave... he was always so curious on where you were going, you know??? he cant help that he follows you - even if you explicitly tell him not to... just to find you owning some sort of condo, slinking in from behind after you leave a gap between you and the door - managing to survey the surroundings. what was this place? someone else obviously lived here. family?.. bringing it up when you get back to base...

ㅡcomplaining to him, a little careless that he admits indirectly to stalking you, "it's just stuffy in here with this sausagefest, man... sometimes i need space." you shrugged, huffing in mild annoyance that he had followed you to the shared apartment you owned with some stranger you had no contact with usually - of course, risotto couldnt resent them more. except he could?!

that other person youre strangely roommates with, soaking in your presence and scent that you leave behind on the furniture?! how dare they and you. he's so polite to you, a gentle hulking beast of a man, treating you as his lovely subordinates yet reprimanding you when needed. it may not seem like it, but there's a drastic difference between how he treats the others and you. notably... mildly gentle. can't that be enough? i mean... he's fine with it... he just has to find a way to make you like being around the base and the others instead of leaving him. but - then again, he has no problem following you;; his darling subordinate.

bro he'd be a fucking weirdo straight up,,, like. bro rooting through your clothes just to find material to jerk off with. he'd keep the articles of clothing, not one to give them back after making a mess of them - but the thought of you wearing your underwear he dirtied with his cum makes him all giddy and rock hard he releases a huge load onto your underwear.

imsgine ur getting out of the shower and not catching the way the light hits off a certain invisible character in the corner of the bathroom, him watching so intently as you dry your body off, admiring the way the water droplets cascade down your flesh,,, taking the time to leer and ever so slightly thumb over his bulge in his striped skin-tight pants that were invisible to the eye. fucking whore.

bro,, he would beg,,, pls. yeah he's supposed to be this hardened bad ass who's all edgy and cool but can't you indulge your boss for one second and make him moan like a girl.......... yandere risotto would. be the type to manipulate you lowkey. you immediately seeing the signs and shutting that shit down rq !!

"punishing" him by having him in yr lap in his chair and tugging at his dick fluidly - trying your best to make him moan aloud as you tweak his perky ass nipple with your free hand - the others fucking around outside of his "office", quietly asking risotto if he's the kind of whore who wants others to hear his disgusting whimpers. having an intense makeout session and having to make half-lidded eyecontact just to stare into those eyes you once dubbed creepy. it makes him all warm and fuzzy like a tween schoolgirl with her crush that you want to stare into his glazed crimson orbs. mocking him by calling him boss while fucking him over his desk or in his room and abusing his poor prostate while simultaneously rubbing on his thick cock - risotto...... enjoying overstimulation..... but also,,,, plugging his dick up and him actually begigng to cum on yr cock bro jeez louise

Something an edgy cool badass like him shouldnt feel - like a tween schoolgirl, he tells himself......... yet, risotto taking advantage of your affection and asking you nonchalantly to jerk off with his underwear so he can wear it... is this some kind of embarrassment thing? and does he even wear underwear. yan risotto constantly checking in on you, being a little obnoxious... but he tries to cool it, not wanting you to run off somewhere. i mean, he'd follow you without complaint, but it was still a bit tedious. he has to settle for being invisible in the same room as you as you want "alone time" and watching you jerk off into a fucking toy that he so desperately wishes was his hole - jerking off and leaving the mess on your floor for you to see just so you can "punish" him LOL.

also i love the thought,,, of fucking him while watching horror movies,,,, risotto on his back on his bed, tummy covered in his own cum and sweat, cock limp against his body. head hanging off the edge of the bed and flushed, teary face observing the television that displayed some movie that relied on jumpscares and shock value;; making him cum over and over while balls deep - abusing that magic, mystical little button along the inner walls of his taint and him relishing in the sting of his hole being stretched... he'd generally love being stuffed bro,,, wanting to cockwarm you whenever he can and whenever you allow him to. ekekfjrjgnnv

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[thornybubbles]

Blood Red String of Fate (Yandere Risotto x Reader)

Scenario: The reader discovers that they are Risotto’s soulmate. Risotto is thrilled. The reader is not. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, canon typical violence, kidnapping, attempted self harm, forced relationship, and other “fun” stuff. 

You thought that it was just a story; an urban legend spread between lovesick teens and desperate young adults. You never believed for a moment that the whole “red string of fate” thing was true. Soulmates didn’t exist. Relationships didn’t come into being from a whim of chance. You didn’t believe in destiny or naive notions of love at first sight. But all of that changed the day you woke up and found the seemingly endless crimson colored string tied to your pointer finger. It wasn’t endless, of course. You knew that it was attached to the finger of your soulmate (something that you believed to be a fairy tale only a day before). It horrified you, not because you had an aversion to love or the idea of it. It was just that you believed that love should be something that is a mutual choice between two people. It should never be something that was forced onto people by fate. But that wasn’t what had you feeling like your stomach was doing cartwheels. You could actually sense the person on the other end of the string. You could feel their thoughts, emotions, and their very presence as if they were in the room with you. What you felt from them appalled you. You could feel their love for you and it almost had you returning the sentiment, but the warm feeling it gave you was overshadowed by the strong possessiveness that you felt, too. This person, whoever they were, genuinely thought that the string being attached to you meant that they owned you. Not only that, but you could feel an overwhelming blood lust and violence coming from them. Whoever your soulmate was, they were dangerous and the thought of being with them did not appeal to you. As far as you were concerned the two of you were not compatible, soulmate or not. You didn’t give a damn what fate or destiny had to say about it. 

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Risotto stared at the red string tied to his finger. He didn’t know how to feel about it at first, but once he sensed you on the other end of the string, it stirred in him an uncontrollable obsession. He never asked to be attached to you, but now that he was, he wanted you. He couldn’t imagine life without you. It wasn’t enough to be bound to you, though. No. He needed you by his side. He had to find a way to bring you to him. It was strange, Risotto never imagined himself to bother with a significant other. He always felt that it would be too dangerous and an inconvenience to him as a member of Passione. Suddenly finding out that he had a soulmate was a bit bizarre. It didn’t matter. Now that he was connected to you, he could feel what kind of person you were. You were everything he needed, everything he desired. He found himself craving you the way a starving man craved food. He truly felt that if he didn’t bring you to him soon, then he would die. He had to have you here. NOW!

“Boss? Whatcha starin’ at your hand for? Didja get hurt?” 

The voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Formaggio looking at him with concern. 

The others couldn’t see the string. No one knew of the bond that he shared with you. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and made him feel even more connected with you. You were meant for each other. No one else could interfere. No one could break the bond that he had with you. The obsession that he felt for you grew even greater knowing that. 

“I’m fine.” Risotto answered his subordinate. He glanced at the string, following it with his eyes as it ran along the ground and out of the room. He could follow it and it would lead him right to you. He could find you easily. He could…

Risotto shot up from his chair and yanked his hand into the air, effectively pulling at the string. He could feel you just then. You were about to do something awful, but he managed to put a stop to it. He glared down at the string as if he was glaring at you. Why would you ever attempt something like that?!

“Boss?” Formaggio asked, giving his Capo a concerned look. “What was that about?” 

Risotto didn’t acknowledge him right away. He gave the string another pull. He wasn’t completely sure how the string worked or what he could do with it, but he quickly figured out he could send his very will through it somehow. He did that just then, to stop your foolishness. It was clear that he couldn’t put off meeting you any longer. 

“Get in contact with the others. Tell them that I’m going to pay someone a visit.” he said suddenly. 

“Huh? What?!” Formaggio cried in confusion. 

He watched as Risotto passed him by and left the room. Formaggio clambered up from the sofa and trailed after him. 

“Wait a minute!” he called. “You’re leaving now? Who’re you gonna visit? Is this a mission? Ain’tcha gonna tell me anything?” 

“This is a personal matter.” Risotto said, his tone implying that Formaggio should stop asking questions. “I won’t be gone long, but I have to leave immediately. Continue with business as normal until I get back.” 

“Wait!” Formaggio said, trying once more to reason with his Capo. “Shouldn’t you tell the others this yourself? Why do you have to run off in such a hurry?” 

Risotto turned his red gaze on his subordinate. 

“I trust you to let them know that I’m gone. Just tell them that I had an emergency that I needed to tend to. I’ll explain when I get back. I have to go now, Formaggio.” he said. 

And with that Risotto left the building. Formaggio stood staring at the door wondering what was going through his Capo’s mind. Risotto was a mysterious guy, but he was acting very strangely all of a sudden. He thought about it for a moment longer before throwing his hands up and turning away from the door. 

“Eh. Can’t be helped. Orders are orders. Guess I’ll let the others know.” 

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You’d tried everything. You tried cutting the string with scissors, a knife, or any other sharp thing you could find. You even tried biting through it. Nothing would cut the string. There was only one alternative that you could think of for ridding yourself of the unwanted bond with your equally unwanted soulmate. If you couldn’t sever the string, then you would simply sever the finger that it was tied to. God, you didn’t want to do it, but what choice did you have? 

Every moment you spent bonded to your soulmate, you could feel more and more of what kind of person they were. They were a killer. They’d killed a lot of people and you could tell that they would kill a lot more. It would be just your rotten luck to be stuck with a murderer as a soulmate. You knew that they could sense you and you hated it. You didn’t want a killer knowing as much about you as you did about them. You wanted them gone from your life. So you would disconnect from them. With luck, once the deed was done, they would just think that you died or something and wouldn’t seek you out. 

You set some medical supplies to the side, to be ready to deal with your self inflicted injury. The plan was simple enough. You would cut off your finger, ridding yourself of the bond, then you would quickly patch up your injured hand, wrap and place your severed finger in a container full of ice you had set alongside the medical supplies, then call 911 and have them take you to the hospital where you could hopefully have your finger reattached. You had no idea how you would explain what happened to you. If you told them you cut off your finger to disconnect the bond with your soulmate, they’d have you committed. So you would have to think of something more normal to tell them. An accident cutting food maybe? 

Hesitantly, you paced your finger on the edge of the kitchen counter. You held the knife in your other hand. Suddenly a thought occurred to you. What if you didn’t cut it off in one chop? What if your strength wasn’t enough to cut through the bone? What if the knife wasn’t sharp enough?  What would you do then? You glanced at the knife. It seemed very sharp. Still, it would require some level of strength to cut through the bone. Oh God! What if you had to saw through the bone with another tool? The thought of the prolonged agony made you feel queasy. You could feel the color draining from your face and you swayed on your feet slightly. You shook your head. Determinazione! That’s what you needed now. You had to suck it up and deal with the pain. This was the only way you knew to deal with this. 

You raised the knife high over your finger. You took a few deep breaths and mentally hyped yourself to do what needed to be done. 

Don’t think about the pain. Don’t think about the blood. Think about being stuck bonded to a murderer. You thought to yourself. 

You let out a cry of resolution and raised the knife even higher. 

Suddenly there was a powerful yank on the string that pulled your hand away just as the knife came down on the counter. The blade sank into the countertop, leaving a notch in the Formica. Yeah, that blow definitely would have cut through the bone. Too bad something stopped you. You grabbed the knife by the handle and tried to pull it from the countertop. You managed to pull it free but the string was tugged again with much more force this time. The action caused you to lose your hold on the knife. It fell into the sink as you were yanked nearly to the ground. You fell to one knee in an attempt to regain your balance. You yanked your arm backwards only to find that it wouldn’t budge. The string was somehow pulled taut and you were practically being dragged across the floor. 

“STOP PULLING ON ME, ASSHOLE!!!” you shouted, anger in your voice disguising your terror. 

The pulling stopped and the string went slack again. They stopped you! Whoever was on the other end of the string knew that you planned to chop off your own finger to sever the bond with them. They didn’t want you to disconnect from them! Why? Did they really put value in the bond? Didn’t they know that you had no interest in them? Why would they bother? It was madness! 

Suddenly you could feel a strange sensation through the string. It was as if your soulmate’s presence felt stronger somehow. You couldn’t understand it, until you realized… they were getting closer to you! They were coming for you! Well you wouldn’t be there when they arrived. You jumped up from the kitchen floor and ran to your room. Quickly, you packed a few clothes and other essentials. You didn’t know where you would go, but you weren’t going to fall into their grasp no matter what!

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Risotto stared down at the string on his finger as he sat in the back of a cab. He allowed himself a small, bitter smile. You were a fool. Did you really think that you could escape him? Apparently so, because he could sense you moving away from him. It was frustrating, but it didn’t matter. He would find a way to get to you before you got too far away. The problem was that you could sense how far away he was from you at all times. Did you really mean to stay on the run from him for as long as he tried to pursue you? What if there was a way that he could hide himself from you? An idea came to him. He asked the cab driver to drop him off at the next block. The driver did as told and drove away. Risotto looked around. He was standing outside of a vacant lot. It seemed that this was an abandoned part of the city. Good. He could experiment here with no one around to intrude. It was a long shot, but if he used Metallica’s ability to camouflage himself, he might be able to disguise his presence at his end of the string. Risotto activated his Stand’s secondary ability and waited. He could feel you on your end of the string. You stopped pulling away from him. He began to follow the string, half expecting you to start pulling away from him again. You never did. You were staying put. He followed the string until he was in a better part of town. Still, you didn’t move. It worked! As long as he stayed invisible, you couldn’t sense him! You were as good as his!

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You had just driven into an unfamiliar part of town when you felt the presence at the other end of the string disappear. What happened? Did they die? Did they disconnect the bond? No, you could still see the string wrapped around your finger. Maybe they just stopped following you? You sighed. Thank the Lord. In the distance you spotted a sign for a hotel. You would stay there for the night and think about what you were going to do in the morning. You pulled into the hotel and walked into the office, dragging your bag along with you. You got yourself a room and collapsed on the bed there. You’d been running from your soul mate for days now. Why did they just stop following you? Did they give up? Did they realize that you weren’t interested in them? What was their game? You had only planned to stay at the hotel for the night, but decided to stay there until you felt that it was safe enough to return home. That was only if your soulmate didn’t decide to start following you again. 

That night, you dreamed of a man in a strange black costume resembling that of a jester, with white hair and red eyes with black scleras. You seemed to know each other, but you couldn’t remember from where. You were afraid of him, but you weren’t sure why. 

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Risotto strolled into the parking lot of the hotel you were staying in. He was overwhelmed with joy at having tracked you down, but he would have to be careful from here on out. If you got so much as an inkling that he was nearby, you would start running again. He couldn’t allow that. Not when he was so close. He’d been walking for ages, sleeping in hotel rooms that he broke into and stealing food. If anyone got too nosey about his invisible activities, they met a swift and horrible end. He was exhausted having to travel on foot (an invisible man couldn’t flag down a taxi after all), but it was all worth it now that he finally tracked you down. 

He followed the string until it led under the door of a certain room. Your room. He grinned at the feeling of your presence on the other side of the door. You were sleeping, so he would have to be quiet. Using Metallica’s magnetism, Risotto unscrewed the screws around the doorknob to your room. He was thankful that the hotel was an older one that hadn’t yet converted to the use of keycards. The door knobs popped out of their sockets and clattered to the ground. Risotto froze, afraid the sound would wake you. He was relieved that he could still feel that you were asleep. Carefully, he opened the door and let himself in. 

He spied your sleeping form on the bed. He smiled fondly at you before coming out of his camouflaged state. There was no point in hiding from you anymore. Abruptly, you sat up in bed, gasping and sobbing. 

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What a horrible dream. You’ve been having nightmares about the strange man with the scary eyes ever since you started staying at the hotel. The dream was always the same, the man would corner you somewhere, tell you that you knew each other, then try to drag you off somewhere you didn’t want to go. If you weren’t sure before, you were certain now, that man in your dreams was your soulmate. He had the same aura you felt at the other end of the string. The same aura of blood and death that you felt so strongly that it caused you to wake up in a panic… The same aura that you could still feel as if it were in the room with you at that very moment. 

You turned to face that overwhelming presence you could sense nearby and your blood ran cold. 

“You!” you gasped. “It’s you!” 

The man took a step towards you, smiling sweetly. You cringed away from him, pulling the bed covers up as if they could shield you from him. 

“How did you find me without me sensing you?” you demanded. 

“Not important,” he said in a deep voice that would have had your heart fluttering in any other situation. “What matters now is that we are finally together, as fate intended.” 

“To hell with fate and to hell with you! I want nothing to do with you! Now get out of my room before I call the police!” 

The man laughed at your poor attempt at bravado. 

“You can fight it all you want, but you and I will be together no matter what.” 

You jumped up from the bed and made an attempt to run out the door, but he stepped into your path and you ended up in his crushing embrace. 

“Let go of m-- mph!” your demands were silenced by one of his massive palms covering your mouth. 

You struggled in his hold but he was far stronger than you. You could barely move in his grip. Something sharp pierced your neck and you screamed into his hand. You struggled a moment more before dizziness overwhelmed you. Your limbs felt heavy and it became impossible to move them. Your vision grew blurry and you felt yourself going limp in his arms. Just before you passed out you heard him say, 

“You tried to hurt yourself all because you didn’t want to be bonded to me. I couldn’t allow that. I know that you don’t want me as your soulmate, but I know that you can learn to love me. I’ll take you somewhere where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you never try to hurt yourself, or sever our bond again. Whether you want it or not, you and I were meant to be. You should know by now that you can’t fight fate.”

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

May I please for a scenario or headcanons for poly La Squadra including Sorlato with fem darling who knows about their interest towards her and her saying this:

"I know your interest in me, and I'm willing to return those feelings if you let me continue working in my doll shop and you guys work there. Also, I know your original paychecks sucks, so we all get what we want."

Cool, extra hands to help out? Seems like a good bargain, on the surface, there’s no take backs once you say “yes” and being Yandere they will test their dearests mettle to the limits.

Yandere! La Squadra w/ doll shop owner darling

So whether you repair, sell, make dolls, they’re all ready to help. Which depending on the options could be quite chaotic. There will be times they absolutely make you uncomfortable.

Formaggio probably makes comments of how this is rather a bit girly for him and he’d rather just hang around you, Illuso makes a jab at his statement in which these two have a little back and forth. They don’t really end up fighting but there’s a little intensity you can feel.

He then keeps coming up to you for the smallest of tasks or takes forever on certain bits that should be child’s play. It’s absolutely on purpose and almost impossible to get him off your back.

He also mentions you’re so sweet for paying them. That it’s a good thing that he’s there with the others, otherwise you could get taken advantage of. He’s only allowed to do that, and you can feel the irony of his statement thick in the air.

Sewing/clothing repair is interestingly enough right up Pesci’s alley. He’s worked with fishing line and other thin wires so learning isn’t hard when you teach him. Which you likely praise him for how quickly he’s picked things up.

If you compliment him he gets rather shaky, you swear you see some blush to his cheeks, and Prosciutto scolds him to at least try and keep his composure. His heart flys to the moon if you think his nervousness is cute.

Prosciutto is sort of beaming with pride, but at the same time insists having some time with you himself. There might be a lingering amount of jealousy he had for Pesci’s praise coming from you, but he puts that aside and decides he needs to step up his game.

He gets all professional with you and staring at your stitch work, he’ll immediately help you with any snag/mistake you might’ve made. There’s a point he might even guide your own hands if he sees the need.

He absolutely makes sure you can feel him beside you, and is memorizing every type of fabric you use, the measurements, and accessories. Is he much too close to one side of your ear? That’s a yes. He’ll even tell you it’s absolutely necessary, somehow batting off your concerns as if they’re excuses.

Sorbet and Gelato are an interesting pair that love keeping each other company whenever they can dip out. It feels like they’re unproductive in their work, but by the time you’re closing every little thing you asked them to do is done. It seems they’re rather great at keeping your dolls clean honestly. This does come at a personal cost, if no one else is cornering you Sorbet and Gelato will absolutely be there. Gelato seems to recommend certain dolls be rearranged in a certain way. A couple of them are plucked and the money is all in the register. Sorbet on the other hand seems to be great at seeing which ones have massive value if you received a donation or sale. Telling you them to lock them behind glass, the two of them seem to joke about locking you beind a cute glass display. The way they say it seemingly romantically doesn’t feel like a joke however.

Melone does very well with making sure all of your money is accounted for, somehow he knows all your expenses and other things he probably shouldn’t know about you.

If you’re working in the back and he comes into help with a little dusting or cleaning. He will make pretty suggestive comments about you, and suggests some of the outfits the dolls have would be adorable. If you distract him with something such as horoscopes, he immediately explains every little thing about each sign. How you two positively match and were meant to be. Can end up being rather overwhelming.

He does end up having good suggestions on what people seem to gravitate towards. Which of course he tells you this in great detail.

No matter what job he’s put in he almost always manages to be creepy someway, so you’re likely to have him somewhere out of sight out of mind. He doesn’t consider this a punishment in the slightest, and will certainly take advantage with flirting with you behind the scenes. Having him in front of customers is a big no-no however.

Ghiaccio is another handful of his own, he gets sets off pretty easily so you have to figure out a decent way for him to work on something. He does tend to grab your hand occasionally and gently pull you over to him without warning. (Except around risotto).

He does get very agitated if a customer tries to disrespect you. They may not ever come back if he gets their hands on them.

Insists on having you within his eyesight almost constantly, or at least having you around with whatever task you’re having him do.

You do have to coach him out of his jealousy rages or getting aggravated at another member occasionally. Usually you end up making him some type of tea, he indeed relishes this.

Illuso is likely to be the best at being at the front (aside from yourself or prosciutto). He rather enjoys that you don’t mind him “hogging” the position. It gives him an easy way to be almost constantly in your presence.

He’s thorough on whatever you task him with, he wouldn’t be an assassin if he wasn’t capable after all. He’s so thorough he takes advantage and insists to help you himself. Does his best to make you flustered at any given point in the day.

He definitely stalks you and will chillingly mention a show you liked on tv the night before. Unironically engaging in said show’s contents, all while reveling in your conflicting expressions. He’ll fluster you even more if given the chance, up to the point he’s pulled away to do something else.

Risotto is his another enigma with his obsessiveness, he insists on doing everything during closing hours. Taking inventory/stocking, some of your business side paperwork is done even though you didn’t ask him to. He seems normal on the outside but there’s this aura about him that inwardly sets you off. Like he never wants you to leave his sight.

Any troublesome things occurring outside your business (and your home if it’s not right by) cease. He absolutely follows you home every night and early morning when possible. You’ll never see him however, he makes sure of that. He keeps his team in line when need be, but ironically that means you as well.

He wants you comfortable but he’s not afraid of going right to the edge of insanity to keep you around. He’ll certainly coordinate with other members of the team. He considers your “yes” a contract of approval and will do what he sees fit to keep you around. If that means going to the lengths of threatening others so be it. But he and the others already agreed upon this regardless of how you felt about them.

There are dozens of times he just seems to pop out of nowhere on you. He doesn’t seem to have issue with this in the slightest, if you need your hand held from nearly having a heart attack he’s there to oblige.

Just before he goes out on a mission, he always leaves a favorite food of yours (packaged preferably) on your desk.

If you wonder how he got in without giving him with a key, he likely used Metallica to figure out the shape of the keyhole of your locks.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere imagines #yandere jjba imagines #yandere jjba x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere formaggio #yandere prosciutto #yandere illuso #yandere pesci #yandere ghiaccio #yandere sorbet and gelato #yandere risotto nero #yandere risotto #yandere melone #Yandere formaggio

[heavensgxte]

this is just a short little yandere!risotto blurb i did quick. no smut but mentions of kidnapping

tw-yandere, kidnapping

I feel like Yandere!Risotto Nero would be one of the most sweet and gentle yanderes. Like so sweet and doting he barely has to kidnap you. You would meet him by seeing him out and about. Well, he saw you first of course. After he first saw you, he would circle back day after day for the perfect "meet cute" when someone bumped into you causing you to spill your coffee all over yourself. But, lucky for you Risotto has a handkerchief he can offer you. The handsome stranger infront of you causing your cheeks to feel a rush of blood come to them. Exchanging names with the kind stranger and thanking him.

After that your fate was sealed, and Risotto knew he had to have you. But he didn't want to outright kidnap you no. He wanted- no needed you to want him as well. The silver haired man made sure to follow your route when his schedule permitted. Find out what you liked, disliked. Small talk turned into texting, texting turned into phone calls, until phone calls turned into hanging out at one of his "hideout" apartments. (Which he specifically bought with you in mind, in one of the safest most quiet neighborhoods to keep you safe. <3)

He would win you over to make sure you never want to leave. <3

#risotto nero #yandere risotto #yandere risotto nero #risotto x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jojo #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo x reader #jjba x reader #risotto x you #tw.yandere #tw.kidnapping

[apocalypseyoshia]

Soft Touch starved Yandere risotto x male reader Drabble

(As always minors and female and she/her identifying people please do not interact if you do you will be blocked there is explicit content including gore)

I was Reading this this and this than opened up TikTok and saccharine was the first thing I hear and it ticked a part of my brain so here

It all started when you’re hand had accidentally brushed his when you gave him his coffee, you did it with that sweet smile and just like that his heart skipped a beat

He just need you to touch him to hold him close he just need you. He needed you to hold him in those perfect arms of yours to praise him like no tomorrow he wanted you to let his head rest at the crook of you neck as he inhaled your Cologne he wanted to rest his head on your pecks he wanted you to hold in to him and for him to leave scratch marks on your back as you pound into him from behind

He just wanted you

and he would do anything for you. Anything just to see that sweet smile of yours the one that lit up a room.

He started following you around memorizing your schedule the things you do and don’t like, like how you loved to pick up random things and how you hated getting yelled at especially by your half Hazard bastard of a boss. He hated that man he hated that that man tried to yell at you for your bad life choices ,because you where late to work, when he had barley had his shit together.

He hated how others treated you. he wanted to put razors in their food or have Metallica rip them to shreds from the insides out, to have them yelling screaming in pain as razor blades and scissors start pouring out of their mouths and eyes. He imaged that in his head more than he would like to admit. But never mind that now that he knew your schedule slowly start appearing more and more within your life

It started with bumping into each other ‘accidentally’ more and more until you had been fairly well acquainted, after that a small friendship had been made a friendship that risotto had nurtured slowly but steadily he needed to keep reminding himself that he needed to take it slow if he wanted to make it into your arms he tried to keep himself steady and it finally worked out…

Now here he was as he slowly rode you as held on to his hips to keep him steady you thought this was his first time cute, but in reality he had been preparing for this stretching himself out finding the right position even looking into (beating the information out of than killing) your ex lovers just for you to be satisfied and it was worth it because after you both had came. he stayed on your cock and you held him close and fell back into the bed

He grabbed the covers and loosely thrown it over the both of you as you two fell asleep cuddling , well you fell asleep risotto kept his head on your chest and wouldn’t move he just kept staring at you like he never wanted to let go he wouldn’t let go and he would make sure no one would make him let go

#jjba #gay #yandere jjba #jjba x reader #yandere golden wind #yandere risotto #jjba x male reader #la squadra #yandere La Squadra #mlm #mlm fanfic #mindless time #Jjba Drabble #risotto nero #risotto nero x male reader #risotto x male reader #cw: gore

[abbacchiosbelt]

"Risotto, i was just wondering, but whats your [i] Darkest [/i] desire? What'd you do if I let you do anything to me?"

cw for: violence, blood, non-con, mention of death, and use of metallica on the reader. 18+ only.

"Risotto, I was just wondering... But what's your darkest desire? What would you do if I let you do anything to me?"

Your question makes Risotto pause. He sets down the mission briefs he was going over and leans onto his desk, arms crossed in front of him. He's silent while he contemplates, and the anticipation of hearing him answer has you squirming in your seat. He wasn't doing it to make you anxious, though - you knew him well enough to know that he was genuinely deep in thought.

After a minute or so passes, he lifts his gaze to look at you. "Are you sure you'd like to know?"

The finality in his words makes it clear that this is the only time you'll ever get this out of him. Perhaps you'd just asked at a good time, or maybe you'd caught him in an indulgent mood. Either way, you were dying to know. You nod eagerly and scoot forward on your seat. "Please," you reply. "I won't judge you. I asked, after all."

Risotto nods, once, and begins. "I have never had a partner that shared this particular... fantasy of mine." He pauses and looks at you, but continues before you can say anything. "It comes from a part of me that I try to channel elsewhere. I want to first say that I would never hurt you... Unless you wanted it, tesoro." Risotto's gaze goes soft for a moment, and he reaches over to squeeze your hand. Before he talks himself out of it, he begins speaking again.

"There's a part of me that wants every inch of you to belong to me," he starts. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before dropping it, the soft touch not fitting for what he was about to reveal to you. "I... I think about taking you in every way, until I'm there to see the life go out of your eyes." He swallows, and shifts in his seat. Your eyes are wide, but you say nothing. You were aware of things like this, but to hear Risotto say it about you... It brought a strange, new feeling to your chest. "I'd start by dragging you away from our bed. Whether I've knocked you or you're kicking and screaming... it depends on the day."

Risotto exhales, chancing a quick glance at you before he continues. "I'd take you somewhere nice... Somewhere I had set up just for you. It's what you would deserve. A pretty end for my ultimate prize." He licks his lips. "And then I'd chain you up with Metallica so you're completely exposed. You wouldn't ever need clothes again. Ah, to lick the blood from your flesh where Metallica rips through it..." There's a genuine blush on Risotto's face. His words have you glued to your seat, your mind terrified yet intrigued by the way Risotto's love drips through his darkest desires. "Once I clean you up, though, I'd be making a mess all over again."

Risotto's gaze drifts to the ceiling. He's looking everywhere but you, you realize - but you don't blame him. Risotto continues. "I know you like to play with me, let me stuff you with my cock while you pretend you don't want it. But this time you'd know... You'd bite and scratch me while I fuck you full of my come over and over again. Everyone would know you had belonged to me. It'd be tempting to end it with my hand around your pretty throat." Risotto leans forward in his seat, and you instinctively bring your hand up protectively around your neck. His gaze finally turns towards you, and he groans at the sight. "To keep you quiet I'd have to fuck your throat until you couldn't speak any longer."

Risotto stands from his seat and walks towards you, reaching his hand out. You accept it nervously and he pulls you to your feet, dragging you in until you're pressed against his body. He's so warm that it's uncomfortable, and you can feel his hard cock against you. He leans in so that his nose is pressed against your neck and inhales deeply before he murmurs your name. "I'm not done yet. Every inch of you... I'd use you until you couldn't move any longer. To see you like that, having given everything to me but your life..." He grits his teeth and breathes out, harsh. "And then I'd kiss you long and hard, until Metallica is desperate to slice your neck open and finish what I started. You'd look so beautiful like that. So perfect."

He leans back to look at you, the wide-eyed expression on your face furthering the arousal that had built up in his body. "And even then, I'd use you one last time. No one could ever compare to you." Silence fills the air, Risotto no longer having any words to share. You're unsure what to say at all - it should disgust you and send you running, but... You asked. And something about it, deep down, had you hanging off of Risotto's every word.

#my writing #not sfw #risotto nero #yandere risotto nero x reader #jjba.txt #yandere jjba #non con cw #blood cw #violence cw #this one is pretty dark lol #me: *doesn't post any writing for like 2 months* #also me: *comes back with this* #character interactions

[the-illiterate-pirate]

No Rest for the Wicked (Villain AU La Squadra)

WARNING: Series focuses on some dark content, such as murder and torture, yandere characters, stalking, kidnapping, and may contain nsfw writing and dubious consent

The hero association "Passione" takes pride in protecting Italy and it's citizens. From the everyday purse thief, to carjackers... To the underbelly of Italy's society of villains with their arrays of dangerous powers and abilities. But with such strong super heros like Golden Experience and Napoli's own Sticky Fingers, surely you'll be safe.

Right?

Hello! Hi! Welcome to my Super Villain LS AU! V excited to finally post this because the idea has been molding in the back of my brain for a good year now. Each member will get multiple chapters for their own stories, maybe even mixing together every once in a while, I'm not sure when I'll be able to officially start posting any of them but in the meantime PLEASE ask me questions about this au if you're interested. Especially if it has anything to do with outfits and costumes because that's my favorite part hehe. *Au won't include Sorbet and Gelato x Reader but they do make their appearances!

File: Somebody's Leavin’

Alias: Little Feat

Formaggio, originally the low fame superhero "Little Feat" has only recently turned to a life of crime, but proves to be a formidable foe. This change now allows him to use his abilities to their fullest extent. With a single scratch, Formaggio is allowed to shrink any living being at will, along with manipulating the size of inanimate objects as well. With a mix of these abilities as well as hand to hand combat, Little Feat originally scouted lesser populated areas and dealt with lesser threats such as purse snatches and bank heists. Now, Formaggio uses these abilities without consequence, reaping chaos. Around this same time, a missing persons case has opened up. The disappearance includes a barista working at a popular cafe in the city Little Feat used to protect. Coincidence? Still unsure.

File: Somebody's Watching Me

Alias: Man in the Mirror

People have reported seeing faces in the reflections of their homes. When called in for police sketching, all reports include a very similar man for each victim. Well built, with fair skin and dark hair, with goggles and his lower face hidden behind a beak shaped mask. He has been titled "The Man in the Mirror", otherwise known as Illuso. Most people that have been visited by the man have stated finding his "calling card" within the frames of their mirrors. These people have wound up dead. The Man in the Mirror seems to only attack the rich and those in power, so citizens who have seen him are asked to stay calm, but alert public authority immediately.

File: Happy Together

Alias: Beach Boy

Pesci is stated to be a freshly turned villain, but despite his late start proves to be difficult to challenge as he's been found shadowing the villain "Grateful Dead", a formidable evil that has been terrorizing Italy for some time now. Though his abilities are ideally for tracking, Pesci makes up for it with brute strength and his incredible size. Studies report that not a single casualty has happened during brushes with Beach Boy, but the same can't be said for the future. It's only a matter of time for the brute to turn away from his humanity and officially become one with the super villain underground.

File: Vermillion

Alias: Grateful Dead

Prosciutto, otherwise known as "Grateful Dead", is a well known and quite popular villain. Despite his title, women and men alike fold at the knee due to his charming appearance and suave personality. Prosciutto doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but will do what the job needs him to. He mainly focuses on the gambling scene and a chain of bars and sultry clubs. His abilities are lesser known, and are quite confusing to understand how they work, but it's easy enough to say if a contract of his doesn't end with a bullet in the head, they're rotting into the dirt instead.

File: Crimewave

Alias: Babyface

Babyface rarely leaves the villains compound, and when he does it's almost always for business. He goes under the alias "Melone" and owns a booming unisex cosmetics line titled "Molto Dolce Productions", enjoyed by men and women and everyone else from all ages as his makeups and serums are vegan friendly and animal cruelty free. As Babyface, he prides himself with a remote controlled army of handmade robots who do his biding for him. His so called "children" range from entirely metallic suits and grotesque cyborg abominations. He lives in a laboratory underground and spends most of his time creating life.

File: Love is like Oxygen

Alias: Gently Weeps

Ghiaccio never wanted to become a villain, but was born into the life of crime. Abandoned by his own family, he stole to survive, he cheated people out of money and food, and at the crisp age of seventeen Ghiaccio was officially brought into the villain hierarchy. In his years of work he's rose through the ranks and has become the villain known as Gently Weeps, and uses cryokinesis. Under a fake name he pretends to be a citizen, walking among Italy's streets, trying to live a normal life as best as he can, finishing school and even joining a gym to help with his icy temper.

File: Enter Sandman

Alias: Metallica

Not much is known about him, as Metallica keeps to the shadows and has never been seen by the naked eye. He lives only to kill, every murder happening in the dead of night. Not a sound to be heard, save the faint jingle of a bell. They say before you die at his hands, you're stared down by the blood red eyes of the devil himself. Each contract dead at his hands are found with their throat cut open, and a pair of bloody scissors settled on their chest.

#no rest for the wicked au #golden wind #la squadra x reader #la squadra #jjba x reader #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #pesci x reader #prosciutto x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto nero x reader #yandere posting #yandere jjba

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

This Heart That Bleeds

Pairing: Yandere! Risotto Nero x reader

Prompt: “I will protect you from everything.” 

Description: You didn’t know what a stand was, and really didn’t want to know; Risotto insists you must have one, and is willing to go to extreme lengths to get you to summon yours.

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 3633

Content Warning: Yandere, mentions of blood and bleeding, mentions of illness, imprisonment, canon typical metallica bs, ask to tag

Notes: Whoops! Guess whose making a part 2 to her first Risotto piece? Me, I am. Is it an excuse to blabber about the stand I want to use for my part 5 reader? Yes. Am I also just writing out my feelings a lot lately? Also yes. Risotto is also low key my jojo muse so don’t even at me. Also gold damn it I can’t help my fucking self I keep ending these in ways that make it seem like there’s gonna be more. Don’t be surprised if you see a part 3 for this. Fuck, I’m so bad at keeping up with multichaptered pieces…

Part: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

You had always loved sleeping; ever since you were little, you had just indulged in naps and bedtime a little too much. Even right now, though you could vaguely remember something being wrong, you were far too comfortable to care…

The sun wasn’t in your eyes like it usually was in the morning, your usually thin quilt had a nice weight to it now and the warmth from behind you was spreading all through out your body. No, why would you bother to wake now when this is the best rest you had ever gotten on the futon you called your bed?

It was only when you felt warm breath on your neck did you remember the situation you had found yourself in.

Waking with a start, you took a look around you, trying to soak in everything and anything you could from where you lay. The blanket you found over yourself was not the quilt you had used in college, the sun wasn’t in your eyes because there wasn’t a window anywhere near you and the warmth you felt behind you could be none other than…

“Calm down cara, it’s only me.” As if to comfort you, Risotto squeezed the hip he currently held.

You squeaked, rolling out of his grasp (he let you go easily) and fumbling to the end of the bed. You panted, looking at Risotto with wide eyes.

He sat up, resting his head on his hand as he watched you lazily. His hair was messy, and the hat he had been wearing before was nowhere to be found. He was completely shirtless now, causing you to look away uneasily.

You looked down at your own clothing, pleased to see you were in the same sweatpants and tank top you had left the house in last night; though your jacket was nowhere to be found…

“Calm down, he says.” You sit up and groan, your head pounding. “There’s nothing to remain calm about in this situation. I have no clue where I am and I woke up in bed with a stranger.” You grumbled, looking around the room.

You see your jacket hanging off the back of a chair, and a few other things of yours. In fact, they were things you I had noticed going missing these past few months– your favorite (and only) sweatshirt, some lipstick you looked particularly good in, the comb you used to brush you hair after you showered…

You shuddered to think Risotto had somehow been in your apartment without you or your roommates noticing.

“You’re awfully calm about it, if that’s the case.” He noted, sitting up in the bed as well. You sat there uncomfortably a moment before Risotto sighed. “Though, I should have expected it. It’s going to take some getting use to your new home, isn’t it dear?”

You didn’t offer any answer, simply watching as he rose off the bed and stretched languidly. “Why don’t you get some more rest? It’s far earlier than you usually get up anyways.”

You looked to a digital clock on the side of the bed he had been laying on, seeing it was barely past 8. Your cheeks flared red, knowing Risotto knew you often slept well into the afternoon, both due to your work schedule and your depression.

“I think I’d rather stay awake,” Though right after you spoke, a large yawn left you.

You looked away from him pointedly, not liking the way his face softened at your simple action. You still didn’t believe he really loved you. He couldn’t right? It was obsession, or delusion– not actual love.

Risotto simply shrugged, moving to one of the three doors in the room. You guessed bathroom, closet, and exit.

“If you say so, cara. Feel free to take a look around your new home.” You blinked as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Not even a moment later you heard the shower begin to run.

“…He really just left? Just like that?” You stood carefully, taking a closer look at the room around you.

You didn’t really think it would be how Risotto would decorate a room, in fact the colors were actually close to what you might do. You paused, looking again. In fact, it closely matched what you had slowly been shifting your own room towards. You tried not to think about it, pulling on your long lost sweater (it smelled like Risotto; you tried not to think about that was well) and moving to explore the rest of the place.

It was an apartment, you noted, looking out a bay window and seeing just how high up you were. So, leaving out a window really wasn’t an option. The back door to a small deck was near, and it unlocked without much of a fight. Walking out, you could only sigh; it was a terrace, and had no way of leading down. Still, you enjoyed your moment in the fresh morning air, your mood lifting slightly.

Back inside, you bee-lined for the front door to inspect it. When you got close you noticed a huge iron look hanging off the deadbolt. You rattled it a bit, sighing when it did nothing but clatter and clunk back against the door. It was super solid… Maybe there would be a way to climb down the porch?

You thought about it was you went back to exploring. The living room was alright, about what you would expect from a single room apartment. The kitchen was better than the one you and your roommates shared, being connected to the dinning area and not a single hallway. It was nice for the size of the space you found yourself in.

Aimlessly, you sat down on the couch, unsure what to do. Anxiety picked at you, not having your phone to mess with and being in an unfamiliar place as well. You begin to fidget with your sweatshirt, at least happy to have it back.

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice Risotto enter until hes sitting beside you, looking at you concerned and speaking your name. “_____?” His voice is soft but the interruption from your thoughts is violent enough to make you jump.

“O-oh, hey.” You suddenly remember you have every reason to be afraid of Risotto. You place your hand over your heart, willing it to stop beating so wildly.

You wondered if you would ever get use to Risotto’s piercing crimson gaze.

“There’s something I want to ask you.” He hums softly and you notice he’s playing with a knife, nonchalantly sliding it between his fingers. You swallow a familiar lump in your throat.

“W-what is it?” You can’t meet his gaze anymore. He notices this and sighs.

“I’m not going to hurt you, tersoro. Not yet, at any rate.” You whip your head in his direction, glaring as he chuckled softly. “I’m kidding… you wouldn’t give me a reason to hurt you, would you dear?”

With his free hand he gingerly holds your cheek. You flinch out of his touch but he does nothing to stop you, simply sighing softly and shaking his head, murmuring softly “be patient…”

“I-I won’t.” Your stutter brings both excitement and a twinge of hurt to him, though the former outweighs the later. “What um… what did you want to ask me?” You try to change the subject, though the knife still worries you as you watch him play with it as if it was nothing.

“Do you know what a Stand is?” He kept your gaze, frowning slightly at your confused look.

“A Stand?” You repeat, frowning as well. “Like… something you use to hold another thing up?” You ask lamely, and Risotto shakes his head.

“Let me show you.” As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Risotto flicked open the pocket knife and slit his wrist hard enough for it to bleed. You gasped, about to ask him what was wrong with him before you saw. “Can you see them?” He hummed.

You remembered, just before you had passed out last night, you had seen the same thing; these little… metallic beans, dancing around Risotto’s skin. Now, they played around his cut, making it so the wound couldn’t bleed out.

“What… are they?” You look at them in wonder, too amazed to be scared in the moment.

“This is my stand, Metallica.” Risotto stated simply. “With it, I have the power to manipulate any and all iron, including the iron found in the human body.” You gasp, looking to his face.

“Wait! This is how you made me pass out last night!” You gasped. He ignored what you said, moving on to speak more.

“Only other stand users can see stands, _____.” You stared blankly at him, not liking what he was leading to. “That must mean you have a stand as well.”

“I… don’t think so. I think I would have noticed if I had anything like that,” You point to Metallica, which is still sitting out on Risotto’s cut doing whatever it was Metallica did.

“Not all stands are the same. They’re a manifestation of their users soul, and fighting spirit; it’s likely you never needed to summon your stand before because you were never in true danger…” Risotto muses.

“Well, shit” You sigh, shaking your head. “Something like that would have been useful last night!” You don’t miss the dry look Risotto gave you.

“I need you to summon your stand, _____. I have to make sure you can’t hurt me or yourself with it, cara.” You frown at his words.

“Trust me, if I knew how, I would have summoned it by now.” You roll your eyes, over it already. Risotto seemed to be losing his patience but you honestly didn’t know what else to say.

“I suppose I’ll just have to put you in a position where its the only thing you can do.” Risotto frowns but this time it feels… different.

He feels different– like the entire atmosphere of the room has changed with that.

“W-what are you going to do?” You begin to inch away from him, the familiar feeling of fear building up in the pit of your stomach.

Was he going to attack you like he did last night? He gave you a basic idea of how his stand worked though, right? Surely you had to be really close to someone to take the iron out of their blood, right?

“Trust me, this hurts me as much as it will you cara.” You didn’t like those words one bit, moving to create some distance between you and Risotto. You jumped off the couch, standing on the other side of the coffee table as you glared at him.

“S-stay away from me! I won’t let you hurt me!” You cried, backing up more.

He merely smirked, inching forward as your foot touched tile that lead to the kitchen. Suddenly, you stopped, crying out in pain. Your left forearm hurt more than you knew it to be possible. You looked down to it in shock, gasping as the shape of three razors could be seen under your skin.

“What did you do to me?” You cried, trying your best not to let the tears that welled in your eyes fall. The razors under your skin moved down towards your wrist, the path they left busing over. You yelled as the flew out of your wrist and clattered uselessly to the floor. You fell to your knees, clutching your wrist as best you could to stop the bleeding.

“Come now, you can take more than that can’t you _____?” Risotto got nearer to where you sat on the tiled floor and you glared at him.

“I told you to stay away!” Your yelling and tear filled glare did little to deter Risotto as he cooed and moved closer to you. When he was near enough he bent slightly, moving to card his fingers through your hair.

“Stop!” Your heart was beating wildly in your chest; uncaring about the bleeding in your wrist, you pushed Risotto with everything you had; granted, to a man his stature, that wasn’t much but you put all your hatred, all your discomfort and hurt and confusion at him into that attack.

Though the initial impact did little to stop him, a moment later Risotto coughed, blood coming out of his mouth. He staggered back, clutching his stomach in apparent pain.

“Cara…” He growled, eyeing you with a devious smile. “Do you know what you just did?”

You shuffled back, still holding your injured wrist as Risotto smiled. It was terrifying, seeing the grin on his face as blood dribbled down his chin and chest. You didn’t want him anywhere near you when he looked like that.

“I-I don’t know!” You yelled, curling in on yourself. “I just… I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to hurt me!” You cried. “I just… I had to protect myself…” You sniffled, your tears finally falling down your face.

“You did what you had to do. You had no other choice.”

A new voice spoke, catching your attention. It was feminine in tone, and it came from your right. You looked, and saw a strange figure, a woman or so you thought.

“W-who are you?” Risotto was currently in too much pain to speak. Whatever your stand was, that small push you had given him had crazy effects on his body. His stomach area felt as if it were going to explode…

“I am your Stand.” She said softly. “I came because you needed me, but I’ve always been with you.” Her face remained passive as she watched Risotto in pain.

“So… you did that?” You asked her. “Whatever that is.” You added, frowning as you sniffled a little.

“I gave him appendicitis. If he does not get medical help soon, his appendix will burst and the resulting internal bleeding will kill him within hours.” She said simply.

“T-that’s not good!” You cried, knowing full well he could kill you before that took effect. “C-can you, er, can we fix him?” You pleaded with her.

“Simply touch him again and he will be as if it never happened.” Her voice remained even and calm, though you felt a storm of emotions overtake you.

Gingerly, you approached Risotto and grabbed one of his larger hands in both your own. As your stand said, simply with your touch Risotto’s labored breathing stopped and he was able to sit up. Immediately, you spoke.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t think it would a-actually hurt you I, I just–” You couldn’t even finish your sentence you were so distraught, fully bursting into tears at the idea that you hurt Risotto and he was going to hurt you in a way war worse than he had during your so called ‘battle’.

“Shh, _____, shh tesoro…” You didn’t even have the energy to argue as Risotto pulled you into his arms, the culmination of last nights and this mornings events all rolling together and coming out of you in a stream of tears, sobs, hics and cries.

“I’m not mad, don’t worry, don’t worry…” You hated how his deep voice calmed you, how his touch was so comforting compared to the pain he had caused you minutes before, that still throbbed in your wrist.

“You did so good cara, you summoned your stand! And it’s very powerful too, you’ve made me very proud…” This time you let him run his fingers though your hair, too tired to stop him.

“Y-you promise you aren’t mad?” You felt like a child, looking up at him with soft, puffy cheeks and a crack in your voice.

You hated it.

You hated him.

“No, tersoro.” Risotto dared to indulge in your sweetness in your moment of weakness, placing a kiss to the top of your head just as he did last night. All you could do was cry; everything was so confusing, you were in pain, and you were just so tired…

“_____, you’re hurt.” The voice of your stand spoke again. She felt so alien and strange, but familiar at the same time.

“No shit,” You sniffled softly, pulling back as much as Risotto would allow to glare at her.

You had to admit, if she really was a reflection of your soul… it was comforting, at least, to know your soul could stay calm when you felt like you were burning from the inside out.

“I can heal you as well.” She stated simply.

You blinked, sniffling once and holding out your wrist to her; it had at least clotted by now but your blood was, well, everywhere, including you and Risotto’s clothing. She placed two fingers over the wound, and like magic, it and the bruising up your arm were gone. With them, any pain you felt and any indication you may have been hurt in the first place.

“Thank you…” You smiled at her and, to your surprise, she smiled back. “So um… do you have a name?” You asked. It felt silly, asking your own stand if she had a name but well, at least she could answer.

“You may call me Glory and Gore.” Her smile stayed as you smiled a little wider, nodding.

“Glory and Gore…” The words felt so natural coming off your lips. “Thank you for your help today, Glory.” The nickname settled easily settled between the two of you. “You can um, head back now.” You said softly. She nodded, casting one last glace back to Risotto before saying one last thing.

“If you ever had need of me _____, you know how to use me now.” You nodded dumbly, watching her fade to nothing like the wounds she had just healed.

In reality, you didn’t know how she worked. All you knew really was that you could heal people and maybe hurt them if you were in danger. It was still all confusing…

“Your stand is extremely close range.” Risotto spoke, catching your attention more. “More than likely, less than a meter.” He mused. “You could only hurt me when you touched me and you had to touch me again just to heal me…”

“Couldn’t I um,” You pause, not really sure what you were saying. “I could just ask her what her ability is, right? I mean, unlike your stand she was fully capable of speaking…” You frown, unsure why you mentioned that in the first place.

“You could,” Risotto smiles down at you softly.

Though it seems sweet, you sense something sinister underlying it. You remember that you’re still held within his arms at the moment and shuffle a bit, trying to get away. Risotto simply holds you a little tighter, not quite ready to let you go yet.

“It won’t be necessary though tesoro. You won’t have to hurt anyone; I swear, I will protect you from everything.”

Had it been anyone saying it, you might have reveled in the slight flutter in your stomach. Coming from Risotto, though, you could only think of the irony behind his words.

After all, who would save you from him?

From this time forward, you would have to think carefully and consider your every action. You didn’t know what Risotto was fully capable of but you had to remind yourself that you were just as capable as him.

With Glory and Gore by your side now, you had a fair shot of getting out of this mess. Risotto would regret the day he underestimated you, you were sure of it. Just because you didn’t want to hurt anyone, didn’t mean you wouldn’t.

After all, you had a life to return too; people who genuinely cared about you, friends who needed your support and things you had yet to experience. If Risotto thought you were going to make this easy for him, he had another thing coming.

“What’s happening in that pretty little head of yours, _____?” Risotto pushed you a little farther, cooing as he pulled you closer to his chest.

You were just far too precious, even falling victim to your own thoughts while in his arms. He was already winning you over, he knew, even if you didn’t want to believe it.

“Nothing,” A sigh leaves your lips. “Can I, um, go shower?” You ask suddenly. “I’m kinda… covered in blood. You are too.” You point out.

Risotto had hardly noticed, too caught up in having you in his arms and knowing your stand wouldn’t be a problem for him; he should have known someone as sweet and innocent as you would have more of a support type stand…

“Hmm… I suppose so.” Reluctantly, he lets you out of his arms. “I’ll have some clothing set out for you in the bedroom.” You hadn’t even thought about that, simply nodding at his words as you slowly padded back to the bedroom you woke up in.

It had hardly been an hour since you woke up here and things had already ended up with you bleeding. What would more time with Risotto, the man that claimed he loved you, show? You really didn’t want to know, your gut churning as your second time in the room proved even more of your belongings were in the room.

The warm shower, stocked with scents and soaps you loved, was barely a welcome distraction. He had thought of everything– you had no doubt when you stepped out, the clothing would be some of your own, or something you had wanted before.

Things like this only happened in fiction, in the silly fantasies you thought up before bed to lull yourself to sleep. Now, it would probably be the stuff of your nightmares.

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[depravitymoon]

Does the Yandere la squadra have room preferences for the darling post kidnapping?

This is the oldest ask sitting in my inbox and today’s the day I answer it. Right now, I’m gonna be honest. Part of the reason this sat in my inbox for so long is because I was trying to figure out the question. Hence, I’m going to try to guess what it’s asking. 

The questions I’m gonna be asking myself:

What are the general house rules post-kidnapping?

Would your yandere even give you a room?

Would your yandere change their own room for you?

And just to make this simple: This is an Everyone Lives AU where Giorno is Don and actually increased La Squadra's pay by 1000%. La Squadra are roommates in a big ass villa, so it feels like live in through own private apartment complex... but richer. lol

(Some of the pictures of rooms come from here.)

(Warning: Other than yandere, kidnapping, and implied forced labor, Melone also wants kids with you.))

RIsotto Nero

Risotto’s rules:

Don’t get sassy with him.

Do what he says.

Do not attempt to run away from him.

If he is not there, then have Pesci or Prosciutto guide you.

Would your yandere even give you a room? NO.

Risotto isn’t as fucked up as some of his teammates, but he likes having control of you. Also, it’s easier to intimidate you when he’s always so close to you (and is a giant). Having your own room might make you feel too comfortable disobeying him and he refuses to let you think that’s an option.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? Yes. You behave and he’s willing to even make the room look like Enid and Wednesday’s. 

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s rules:

Be a good housewife.

Cook the meals.

Clean the ‘house’.

Run errands with Pesci.

Don’t sass him.

Greet him when he gets home.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  HAHAHAHAHA, NO. You’re funny.  You two are married and married couples sleep together.  Also, you’re in charge of cleaning, do you really want your own room to clean in addition of his room and Pesci’s.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? He will negotiate with you. Have you been a good wife? Have you been completing the chores? What are you willing to give in return to drastically change his room for you? 

Sidenote 01: Prosciutto gets the biggest room because Risotto didn't care to get the Master bedroom. 

Sidenote 02: Proscuitto just wants you taking care of his portion of the villa. If you're being annoying, he'll force you to clean of Pesci's portion (but Pesci's nice enough to help you with your cleaning).

Pesci

Pesci’s rules:

Be polite to Risotto.

Listen to what big brother says.

If big bro gets handsy on you, look for Pesci.

Avoid the others except Ghiaccio.

Stay away from Ghiaccio when he’s mad. Don’t walk, RUN.

Would your yandere even give you a room? Pesci would never force you to stay in his room unless he actually thought you were in danger. At worse, he'd manipulate you into staying with him. If La Squadra has room (no pun intended) you can have your own room.

Would he change his room for you? Absolutely! He just wants you comfortable! Hell, you can have half of his room AND your own room. 

Melone

Melone’s Rules:

Be a good parent to his future offspring.

Don’t ask for anything unless you’re willing to do some Not Safe For Work activities for it.

At least pretend you're happy to see Melone once in awhile, especially around bambino!

Would your yandere even give you a room? Honestly, yes. He did kidnap you to force you to have his future children. The least he can do is accommodate you.

He'll only let you roam the villa if he believes you'll behave. The moment you try leaving is the moment you're literally chained to his bedroom and has to have Pesci follow you around when Melone can't.  Yes, he knows you're mad that he plans to baby trap you. At least you'll be a rich mom, not a pauper with 'freedom'.

Would he change his room for you?  No. If anything, he’d probably make your room also your future baby’s room too, which would force you to come to his room for some peace and quiet.

Ghiaccio

((Author's Note: Let's pretend that the floor is an all white carpet. Apparently, most people know better than to have white carpet.))

Ghiaccio’s Rule:

DO NOT stain his room.

DO NOT yell at him.

DO NOT talk to the other members unless it’s an emergency.

DO NOT be alone with Melone.

DONT. STAIN. ANYTHING.

You may be asking "Why would you have a white room? Why not just let me go if you dont want a stained room-" SHUT UP AND DONT SASS HIM.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  Depending on if you two are own good terms, he might let you stay in the tinier room right next to his. Just behave. Your room has no bed, because he'll be forcing you to sleep in his bed with him. You're the most likely darling to be allowed to roam the villa, but you can't go outside. 

Would he change his room for you?  No, which is why you get your own room if you behave. 

Illuso

Illuso's rules:

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Oh, he keeps you in the mirror world with food all day when he's not with you. Rights? lol Silly darling, you have no rights.

Everything you have is solely due to his desires. While Risotto's darling spends 90% of the time in his room, Illuso's darling spends 99.99% of the time in Illuso's room and the mirror world.

Formaggio

Doesn’t need rules because he can just shrink you down when he wants.

I imagine the only thing that stands out about Formaggio's room is that it's filled with a dollhouse, dolls, pet cages, and a hamster ball. Why all of that? So he can entertain himself messing with you. 

There is more than enough room for you to be in Formaggio's room. And he doesn't want to break you like Illuso would. Formaggio just likes bullying you, but he does want you functioning like a human being. Having a person he can actually converse with is better han some doll that obeys him, gross. 

Obviously, you wont get your own room, but he will customize your dollhouse room if you behave! Oh and he does like you room the mansion. Keep in mind if you ever try to flee, that privilege is revoked forever.

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[mink-place]

Yandere La Squadra Di Esecuzione Headcanons (Risotto & Prosciutto)

AFAB darling

TW: Yandere behaviour, physical abuse, psychological abuse, kidnapp, harassment, inappropiate use of stands...

Risotto Nero

If you catch his attention you're either fucked or blessed. Because this man can be lovely or an absolutely nightmare.

He would start searching information about you and stalking you with the help of Metallica, he won't approach you ever.

He isn't too bond on trying to stablish a relationship with you, like being friends and gain your trust, he prefers to kidnapp you and try to gain your trust after that.

Alright, so when he has kidnapped you, he won't communicate with you, just give you food and water for the first days.

You won't be able to talk to other members of La Squadra mostly because you're locked on a room and no one knows about your existence.

You will spend some days just there, without anu communication, until Risotto thinks you've calm down enough to talk with you.

Will try to talk gently with you and make you feel kinda comfortable, but if you're not for the labor...

“I see how it is.”

He's annoyed, and that's not good, he can punish you by starving you or use Metallica to start pulling tiny objects form your body, you'll feel weak and he won't give any fuck.

Just try to obey him, he has enough with being a hitman, doesn't want to have problems with you.

Now, If you obey, he's happy and you're happy too, because he would trust you and move you from the locked room to his room, which is more comfortable.

“Is not that hard, see?”

Soon you'll become his little perfect partner and he's pleased with that.

Prosciutto

He'll at first would try to charm you with gifts and gentle words. He is a gentleman after all.

If you accept his advances he won't do anything to you, kidnapp you or killing your friends until you're alone so you just have him.

But, he is a possesive yandere, he won't let you do things he thinks you aren't capable or you don't have to.

You would need his permission to go out and he would go with you, you have to be a perfect housewife and let him do anything he wants to you, even if you don't like it.

Also, you would have to marry him.

“You're my wife, don't be stupid and let me do what I want.”

Now, if you didn't accept his advances I think he would start “taking care” of people who are important to you.

Maybe personally or would send someone else to kill them, beat them or just threat them enough to leave you alone, then he would comfort you.

“I'm so sorry about that, would you like to go for a coffee?”

He would be the only one you'll have.

And you won't be able to do anything.

Later on he'll convince you to live together, like, make you feel afraid to be alone, putting you on bad scenarios where if you go out, someone will be following you, if you are at home alone someone will try to break into your house and stuff like that.

Alright, for punishment he goes just for verbal abuse and maybe sometimes smack you, only if you really get on his nerves.

But you'll be so dependant on him that even you wouldn't mind, everything is better than being alone.

So yeah, a manipulative yandere.

If you want the other members, ask! :]

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[industriallyinsecure]

I know you're not taking nsfw request but is it okay if it's implied? Like, the request is not nsfw but the "prelude" is? (If you feel uncomfortable please feel free to ignore!) So about the actual idea: What if the La Squadra men ended up being some strangers rebound for the night that slipped away while they weren't paying attention (asleep/showering/gone for a smoke/...), and the only trace left is a little "thank you" note. But they can't seem to forget that stranger... what would they do?

Yeah, that’s totally fine! I just stay away from nsfw in general because I don’t like it and on occasion it can trigger me,but implied stuff is alright. In this case I’m just writing the day after, rather than the coitus itself. Thank you for asking though!

Tw: suggestive themes (nothing outright said)

No Pesci bc he’s not a fuckboy like the others

Risotto never usually indulges himself, but last night he slipped. He wakes up with his feet dangling off the bed, clothes missing, and a pounding headache from the liquor. Of course his first reaction is to rip the covers off and check if his kidneys (among other things) are still there, which they were. His clothes were folded neatly and placed in a stack on the bedside table, his loafers lined up on the floor. Next to his clothes was a bottle of pain reliever, a glass of water, and a handwritten note thanking him for the previous night. A man of few emotions, Risotto could feel the heat creep up his throat and face. He hadn’t had something this considerate done for him in a while. Small doubts lingered as he tugged his clothes on and exited quickly, but they were overshadowed by the need to know more.

Ghiaccio tried to convince himself that it was a mistake or that he was too drunk to fully comprehend the situation. He’s not really a fan of a relationship with no emotional attachment or chemistry. Of course he knew very well that he hadn’t even touched a drop of alcohol last night. He’s too upset with himself to really notice the money they had left him to take a cab, or the small snack set out for him on the counter. Even as he stomps back home, he’s still berating himself. Berating himself for not getting their number, that is.

Melone, contrary to what most believe, doesn’t have casual sex very often. He’s mostly embroiled in his work or too interested in the scientific aspects of procreation to consider the sexual and romantic sides of it. Genetic probabilities, the chances of a parent’s personality being transferred, just about anything relating to genetics. But he wouldn’t beat himself up over having a one night stand, not at all. He would, however, beat himself up for letting you get away from him without even asking for your number. It was nothing that Babyface couldn’t fix, what with your hair (among other things) being left in his bed, but he would’ve preferred to go about this the pragmatic way.

Prosciutto had gone off for a smoke but came back to find the bed barren and your clothes and shoes gone. He wasn’t surprised, but he was a little disappointed. Normally, he didn’t give himself to just anybody. Usually he intended to make plans for future rendezvous with them. His standards were high, so anyone who caught his eye was definitely worth seeing again. But you seemed to linger in the bedsheets, filling his smoky lungs as he dressed himself. The allure of a stranger captivating him so much likely came from one of the romance novels he read on occasion. Prosciutto is a no nonsense man that takes what he wants, and the way you ran around in his mind was just irritating enough that he had to seek you out again.

Illuso refuses to believe he’s captivated by a total stranger. Outright denies his feelings for you even after searching extensively to try to meet you again but coming up empty. He had never thought he’d be this enamored in his whole life, but here he was searching through Passione’s many civilian files in the off chance you had appeared somewhere. No one had ever done him the kindness of leaving out a Tylenol and glass of water for his hangover. He could tell there was something special about you. But, no, he definitely didn’t have a crush. No way.

Formaggio has so many one night stands that the others have taken to betting on what type of person he’ll bring home. Only this time he went home with the other person instead. He didn’t remember much, he hardly ever did, but he remembered enjoying the other person’s company as well as their body. He’s not quick to redress and exit, but instead takes his time to browse the various things in their room. He finds himself wanting to know more and shirks his work to try to find them again.

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