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Yandere la Squadra Esecuzioni memes ~

Warnings : isolation , heavy swearing , inappropriate use of stands , possessiveness , obsession , Prosciutto being a daddy.

Who loves triggering yandere assassins? I love triggering yandere assassins! May I request our dear squadra (obsessing over someone they're friends with) overhearing their darling on the phone, admitting that they have a crush on their eccentrically dressed friend but feel like it's hopeless as they are way out of his league so they've scheduled a date for tonight to get him out of their head :))

This one isn’t as yandere lol

Risotto very rarely gets flustered. Yet he knows it’s not Metallica that’s making his face heat up. As a child with overly religious parents, he had come to terms with the fact that he would never be worthy of love and the only way he could get into heaven was if he devoted his life to the church. But here it was, the golden opportunity to eat his cake and have it too. As with all things, he’s assertive when he asks (though in his tone it was more of a demand) you to go to lunch with him. There’s a swelling of pride in his chest when you explain you had plans but they could wait.

Ghiaccio decides to take the upfront approach and hangs up the phone on your behalf. He’s very quick about it, even though he tripped over his own words and spoke a little too quickly. It sounded something like: “I’mtakingyoutotheicerinksoIcanteachyouhowtoskatesowecanakatetogether.” So that’s what you did. Ghiaccio especially liked it that you immediately canceled your date and hopped in his car. It was a bonus that you clung on to him when you first got on the ice.

Melone goes out of his way to sabotage the date. It’s no secret he loves the nightlife, so it wasn’t very far-fetched to see him out and about. He acts like he hadn’t planned upon finding you and your date. It was very subtle at first, but halfway through dinner he started making flirty eyes at you when your date wasn’t looking. After, when you and the date went your separate ways, Melone clung on to your arm and smothered your cheek in kisses while claiming that he could treat you way better than your date. And that’s how he set up your first date together.

Prosciutto is upset, but not for the reason you might think. He’s mostly irritated that you wouldn’t confront him about your feelings. He’s not exactly the type to have social anxiety or worry about potentially ruining a relationship. In typical Prosciutto fashion, he invites you out to dinner at an upscale restaurant, telling you to wear something nice. He smirks to himself when he hears you squeal to your friend over the phone as he leaves.

Pesci almost explodes with happiness, but immediately goes to Prosciutto for advice. And then he’s sent back down to you because he “needs to make a move quickly otherwise they’ll be gone”. Admittedly it was a bit rough around the edges, and he bit his nails a lot, but he was able to get out that he really really liked you and wanted to take you on a date! Of course when you asked him where, he sort of shut down. You two ended up just staying in and cuddling through a movie.

Illuso goes full soap opera and accuses the other person on the phone of trying to take his love away (even though it was your friend, not your date). He then dramatically flourishes and confesses to you that he loves you and would do anything to win back your love. Of course he’s actually banking on the fact you’ll date him anyway, he didn’t really want to put any effort in. Thankfully (or as he would say, all according to plan) you accepted his dramatic confession with a kiss on the cheek.

Formaggio sidles up to you and puts his hands in your pockets. He’s very blasé about it, even if he was jumping around from excitement a few moments before. He nips at your ears and neck until you finish on the phone and promptly asks if you were up for a date tonight. It’s a very rough attempt at being sexy, but it works! But that means he’ll be hanging around you all the time, touching, pressing, and kissing you to make sure everyone knows you’re his (even if you don’t know that yet).

Hi could you please do prompt 100 from the yandere list for risotto?

Yes! Thank you for requesting Risotto, I haven´t written anything for him yet!

Hope you like it ^^

100.” I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long. “

Yandere! Risotto with prompt 100

“….And finally, Pesci and me will handle the situation with that politician. That was all.”, Prosciutto finished his announcement. It had been time to inform everyone in La Squadra of their new missions for the coming week, so everyone had gathered in the meeting room.

“Are you sure that´s everything? You didn´t miss anything on accident?”, you asked him. It couldn´t happen again. Surely, this time there was a mistake. But Prosciutto only shook his head, throwing a quick glance at the paper in his hands before affirming your fears: “No, y/n, I didn´t make a mistake. That´s all that´s written here.”

As everyone slowly left the room, you were still staying seated, not believing that it had happened again. You once again didn´t get assigned a mission by your capo, Risotto. You just blamed it on coincidence the first few times it had happened, maybe your stand wasn´t suitable for any of your missions. But this was getting ridiculous. For the past 5 times now, you had to stay at the base while everyone else to go on their missions. Well everyone except Risotto, he only rarely went himself, spending most of his time doing mundane paperwork. This just had to end. You didn´t know why he wouldn´t let you go on missions anymore, so you decided to confront him in his office this time.

Standing in front of his door, your swallowed down your nervousness before knocking on the door, asking for a low “Come in” before entering. Your boss was once again sitting at his desk, a mountain of paperwork sitting on it. He looked up when he heard the door open and his face morphed into something that could almost be seen as a smile, at last by his standards. You swear you could never read his face. Before he could open his mouth to ask you what you wanted, you decided to let your frustration take over for your lacking confidence in his presence.

“Capo, I came to talk to you about something important. This is the fifth time in a row that I wasn´t send on any kind of mission. This is ridiculous. Do you think I´m weak, that I´m incapable of taking care of myself?! Please just assign me a mission already, I want to do something!”

“No.” That was all he said. Just a simple “no” without any explanation at all. Of course you weren´t satisfied with his response so you kept pressing on.

“Why not? If you don´t think I´m weak then why won´t you just let me do my job?!”. There was a short moment of silence between the two of you. Enough time to let you calm down from your angry state and realize that you just yelled at your boss. Looking at Risotto now, it seemed like he was internally contemplating something until he caught your gaze.

“Come here.”

Okay now you knew you were in trouble. Why would he ask you to come closer without meaning to punish you in some way? Was he going to use Metallica on you for misbehaving? You couldn´t tell at all from the look on his face, it just looked neutral, emotionless. Not wanting to anger your capo further you took a hesitant stop forward but still kept a respectable amount of distance between the both of you. Risotto now visibly looked a bit annoyed and let out a low sigh. “Closer.”, he just said while waving you over.

Even closer? Now you definitely had a bad feeling about this. You couldn’t deny your boss so you decided to do as he said, now standing directly in front of his desk, almost touching the wooden material as Risotto sat on the other side, carefully eying you. After looking at you some more with his haunting eyes, he raised his arm over the desk, reaching for your hand. A bit confused you just went along with it for now and met his hand in the middle. Letting out a pleased sigh as he claps your outstretched hand with his own, he uses his unoccupied hand to slowly trace over the back of your hand; then sliding it further up your arm with gentle brushes before suddenly tightening his grip on your arm.

“Risotto?”. You couldn´t help but call out his name in confusion and light pain. What was he doing? Why the gentle stroking if he wanted to punish you? What was your boss trying to do? Before you could contemplate his reasoning some more though, he just as suddenly pulled on your arm with great force, causing you to lose your balance and fall forward, now basically laying on top of his desk. You looked up into his eyes, still kind of dazed by what just happened and lightly grunting in pain. Ouch. As you try to gather your thoughts again, your boss leans down, shifting his head so his mouth is positioned right next to your ear, letting out an amused chuckle while still holding on tight to your arm. He then decided to finally speak up.

“The reason I´m not sending you out on missions, amore, is that I don´t want you out there where I can´t see you. I hate it whenever you must leave. You´re very capable, I´m aware of that fact. Otherwise I wouldn´t have chosen you for my team in the first place. But you´re also kind; too kind. I don´t want your kindness to be abused and used against you. I´m the only one that should see this side of you. I´m the only one that deserves to see it. I don´t want you to ever leave my side.”

“Boss, what are you saying? You´re not making any sense..”, you said as you tried to get up but he held you down with overwhelming force.

“Don´t defy me like this y/n. I don´t want to have to hurt you. You don´t want to make me use Metallica on you, do you now? Please make this easier for the both of us and don´t struggle.” Letting his voice drop even lower he proceeded to whisper into your ear.

“I´ve always wanted to see you like this, so close to me…Bending over for me like that. Of course preferably in a different setting.”, He let out a low chuckle.

You of course knew what he was implying and you felt your face flush red in embarrassment.

“You´re so cute amore. You´d like that, wouldn´t you? I´m sure you would. You´ve pledged your eternal loyalty to me, haven´t you? When you joined the hitman team, you pledged to do whatever your capo ordered you to. So now I order you not to run when I lessen my grip. Instead you will simply lift your head and not do anything else. Is that understood? You would do that for me, wouldn´t you darling?”

You were positively shaking now. Was this really happening? What was he planning to do to you?

“What are you going to do to me?”, you dared to ask.

Letting out another chuckle, Risotto answered your question by moving his face dangerously close to yours.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long.” And then he leaned in fully, capturing your lips with his own, deeply and passionately kissing you. You didn´t know if you wanted this. But as you tried to break off the kiss you felt a sinking pain in your right leg. Glancing down, you saw a nail protruding from your skin and you let out a cry of pain as you saw blood slowly pooling out of the wound.

“Don´t”, Risotto hissed into the kiss, harshly biting into your lower lip to remind you of who was in charge. You understood what he was trying to say so you accepted your fate and hesitantly reciprocated the kiss while Risotto let his hand caress your cheek approvingly.

You probably wouldn´t leave his office anytime soon.

YANDERE rissoto Nero doll peompt

Sure! Love me some goth capo!

Doll - "You're my doll, my toy to play with...and I don't intend to share you with anyone else.”

(Warnings: General yan scariness, mild gore, blood drinking, possessive behavior)

Porcelain (Yandere! Risotto Nero x Reader)

“Stop moving…Don’t make me hurt you...” A low, smooth voice growled almost gutturally in your ear as your capo pinned you down against his desk. His black and red eyes peered down into yours with a look so intense, one could mistake it for murderous intent. Gripping your much smaller hands in his own, he pinned them above your head as he trapped you against the desk you had been sitting at not too long ago.

You stared up at him with wide eyes and ever so slightly parted lips, both showing shock for your normally even-tempered, detached capo’s sudden explosion of emotion. 

‘How did a situation like this arise?’ one might wonder. What would make such a normally calm man snap like this and shove his subordinate down on a table?

Let’s go back to when it started, first of all. You were a member of the La Squadra Di Esecuzioni, AKA the Hitman Team. Because of your useful stand, used for gathering info on hits, you had been assigned to work under the capo, Risotto Nero...but you didn’t think you would actually be under him like this...

His broad and muscular chest pressed down on your own, causing you to lose your breath just a bit...He was so heavy and you could barely even move to struggle against him, not that you could otherwise. His stand was absolutely brutal, and you knew from his earlier threat he had no problems utilizing it to keep you compliant.

“Capo…” You whined breathlessly, causing his body to tense a bit as he gazed down at you, “Please get off...You’re really heavy…”

He aggressively tightened his hands on your wrists, causing you to whimper softly. He cut off your circulation easily with just his fists alone. “No…” He said huskily, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw you squirm just a bit underneath him...

“Why are you doing this…?” You asked him quietly, feeling more scared than you had ever been. As much as you had grown to trust your capo, you had never been at the mercy of someone that could so easily kill you if he so chose to.

"Every single day, it's the same thing…" He snarled a bit, his voice a growl that reverberated through his chest, "You're out there, my men flirting and throwing themselves at you...And you eat it up, don't you? You love the attention…" He continued with the same look of anger on his face.

"Flirting…?" You awkwardly said. They had only really been moderately nice to you...Bantering with you, asking for you to help them out with jobs..but you had never noticed them flirting with you intentionally as Risotto was putting it (other than Melone but that was to he expected of him).

Very hesitantly, you shook your head, a small frown appearing on your lips. "No…" You murmured, "They've just been nice to me and I've just been nice to them...That's all…"

"Don't be." Risotto snapped, his words harsh and eyes not much better in terms of their scathing look, "They don't deserve your kindness…"

You hesitantly tried to shake your head, "They're my teammates...and I have a support stand...It's my job to help them and-" you attempted to protest, but Risotto removed one of his hands from your wrists, easily retraining your arms with one hand, and gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"No. I don't care how big and bad you think you are, but those men are killing machines," He said lowly, his eyes still locked on to yours, "You're too fragile for me to even dream of letting them near you. All of them could break you, (Name). Easily. But I won't let them…" 

His grip on your chin slowly lightened, becoming less harsh and more like one a person would expect from a passionate lover. "You need to save your kindness, Amore. Save it for me. The only person you need to worry about is me," He said, expression slowly calming. His fit of anger seemed to be coming to a close.

You blinked slowly at him and his grip slowly began to go lax...He stood up and sat down in his chair again, yanking you into his lap and resting his head on top of yours. 

"You're mine. My doll, no one else's. Don't look at them. Don't speak to them. Don't even breathe a syllable of their names. Am I understood?" He asked, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"But...capo...I still work with them. I need to-" You tried to reason, but before you could even get the words out, you felt a sharp prick in your thigh…

You winced, holding back a pained cry as you looked down at your thigh- A sharp needle piercing through the sensitive skin gruesomely. Blood began to pool around the needle, beginning to drip down the skin.

Glaring down at you, he let out a low growl that made your heart jump into your throat, "I said, am I understood?" He asked again, scowling at your attempt at defiance. 

"Y...yes, capo…" You said in a stammered whimper, eyes watering as you struggled not to cry and look weak in front of him. You slowly looked down, holding back a whine as the needle retracted, dissolving back into your blood. The gash was still open however and blood began to dribble down from the open wound and on to Risotto’s striped pants below.

 Seeing this, he reached down, brushing it away with his thumb and licking it off. You stared at him in silence for a moment, your eyes clearly reading with discomfort and fear as you watched him drink down those drops of your blood like spilled wine. He sighed blissfully, his dark eyes fluttering closed as he relished in your taste…

As he finished, he let out a small hum of approval and opened his eyes, staring down at you with a look of adoration. He wrapped his arms around you, resting a hand on the back of your head.

Risotto pressed your face into his shoulder and then began to run his fingers through your soft hair. "I can taste it in your very blood that you’re too weak to fight against me…” He murmured and pulled you even closer to his chest, crushing you against him like one might a teddy bear, “See? You're so soft and fragile...Like a little porcelain doll…" He said in an uncharacteristic and rather creepy, crooning tone, breathing out a sigh as he held you.

You shuddered and limply laid in his arms, trying not to make him angry again and just letting him hold you and stroke your hair gently, like he was patting the head of his favorite toy.

“Look at how easily I subdued you...You’re so tiny and weak, so easily overpowered by me...I barely had to do anything and look at you, sniveling and whimpering like a kicked puppy…” He sighed as he ran his hands over your trembling form, admiring how tiny you were against his muscular frame.

Sniffling softly and wiping your face in your sleeve, you quietly asked, “Why are you doing this, capo…?” You didn’t understand why he was acting this way towards you of all people. You were simply a subordinate, a person on his team who didn't even go on missions. You were a simply a support peice, a tiny cog in the machine. Why was he acting so...possessive? He was acting as if he somehow had some sort of claim over you and it was sickening, to say the very least...

“Why am I doing this?” He said as if reasking the question to you, "I thought it was apparent…" he leaned down closer, gripping your chin in his fingers again.

He moved closer and closer, until his nose was pressed up against yours and your lips were just barely separated, "I love you…"

You paused, staring at him in surprise for a moment...He...loved you? But...he was being so rough and aggressive, it was alarming…

 "I told you already...You are mine...You're my doll…" He leaned in closer and whispered into your ear, "And I won't share you with anyone else…"

Good evening!! Can I request number 6 with hunter risotto and his hucow s/o? Preferably a fem so but really I’m fine with whatever!!

Yup! Here it is! I always wondered how a sadist like Risotto would ever deal with a darling with stockholm. Sure, shes devoted- more or less- but is that really what a terrifying man like him wants? And even if she makes slip ups, whats more important: Blind fear, or utter obedience? Risottos little cow has a contradictory life to lead for master....

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You never lost hope that's for sure. Hope wouldn’t be the right word... But whatever it was, you were like a bitch with a bone: did not let go. You knew your master would come back for you- Risotto always came back. One thing you should believe is that you should trust your master. He knows what's best for you, he knows how to teach you, train you, and you should always trust him to know what he’s doing. And that includes coming home to you. Sometimes, you’d worry about him. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it! You’d pace around your stall, pick at your hooves, fiddle with your nose ring, bite the hell out of your lip as you pondered all the things that could have happened to him... What if he got in an accident? What if he was stuck somewhere under flaming debris and couldn’t leave? What if he was being hurt by some vicious monster?! But as frightening as all these thoughts that whizzed by in your head were, you quickly found yourself calm. Your master would never be in trouble. Nothing scary could happen to him! Because he had already taught you: never be afraid of anything more than him. And that includes anything that could happen to him- Risotto would come out on top!

The sound of his truck pulling into the gravel driveway made you stand-up. You were right! Or rather, Master was right! He did come back! You paced around your stall again, this time with excitement rather than anxiety. You could hear his worn boots stomp around the gravel, his steps slow. He was probably doing some lifting. Once he was done he’d come visit you! You waited patiently, occasionally sticking your head out of the stall to catch of glimpse of your handsome masters sculpted shoulders (though his work-shirt), and  envy the marks of sweat you could just barely spot. You missed him, and couldn’t wait to wrap your arms around master! It seemed like he was taking forever...

“Master!” you cheer, running towards the hunter to bury yourself in his thick scent. You collide with his chest, but he doesn’t take a step back, his muscular build barely budging. That’s your master for you! He’s just so strong! Especially when his strong hands grab your cheeks and rip you away from his chest. Risottos fingers dig into your skin, forcing your lips into a slight pout, as he checks you over. His pitch-black eyes and red irises scrutinise your features, lightly sticking up your nose and thumb grazing over your irritated piercing... You suddenly remember this pit of dread you feel with him. You got used to it at times. But you never liked having Risottos pale, ghoul like features stare coldly at you when you’re powerless to stop him. Of course you have powerful hooves, and had horns once... But you don’t anymore. And no matter how you refused Risotto, you had no chance of winning- and absolutely no right to. He was your master, as cruel as he was sometimes. A hunter. A man of standard... Have you done something wrong? You don’t know what it is, but you’ll fix it right away! You don’t want to get punished again...

“Were you a good girl?” He asked. You wanted to please your master, and you stayed right in the stall, and waited patiently for him- even when you got worried about him, or fearful, you never wavered! So: “Yes!”. Risotto-... Master disagreed, shaking his head as he released his rough squeeze on your cheeks, his other hand rooting itself in your hair to make you look at him. “That’s not true, you lying cow. You’ve bit a hole though your lip, and you’ve messed up your piercing from fiddling the skin around it red and raw- there’s even a blister forming... Were you anxious again?” he asked, but you had a feeling he already knew the answer. He was just wondering if his stupid cow knew the correct one. “Yes... I’m sorry master...” you whine. You can hear your master chide you: “I had a present lined up for my good girl, for finally learning all her lessons.” your ears twitch at the prospect of a reward- pleasing your master so hard you were worthy of something! His stern expression extinguishes your joy. “But it seems I was wrong. You’ve forgotten the most important lesson, even after you’ve had it a thousand times. That’s too bad... because naughty girls don’t get gifts. They take what they’ve given, and they take it with grace.” Master undoes his belt, black and red staring at you as you assume your submissive position.

This is where you’d get punished. Where Risotto would tie you up and chain you to a rafter and remind you to never be afraid of anything more than him. Submitting to your master, you spread yourself into a defenceless position, arms apart so you don't try to protect anything vital during your beating. But it doesn’t come. There is no beating you senseless, no crackling of a cattle prod, no understandably deserved punishment. Instead, you feel his belt slip around your neck, thick leather fitting flush with your jawline and collarbone, but rather loose (for a punishment, anyway) around the circumference of your neck. Risottos memorable metal R buckle is surrounded by two leather bands as he tucks the belt into a loose make-shift collar. His tugs on the ‘lead’ of the belt usher you to follow him. And though you curse yourself for your eagerness, you do. Though you’re confused as to why the hunter is guiding you outside your stall and into the house, reserved only for true humans. And why he sits you down on the floor while he gets takes out your nose piercing and rubs nasty smelling medicinal cream in the hole and over the blister. But you don’t flinch away from the surprisingly gentle care. And when he holds his palm out with a blank expression, you don’t refuse to lie your chin down and let his rough, pallid hands hold and caress you. Even though its new, you don’t try and move away. Because he was reminding you the most important lesson: trust your master, no matter what.