reborn-imagines:

• considering the time period (I’m going with early 1800′s), Ricardo is actually able to get away with a lot of the possessive behavior that would be red flags now; he’s the primary head of the household, his word is the law there, add that to being the head of the Vongola, no one would dare cross him 
• when he sees you and decides that you will be his, no one can or will stand in his way – at best, he might go through the pretenses of asking for your hand in marriage, of doing things “officially” – at worst, you’ll be kidnapped from your home (anyone trying to stop it mercilessly slaughtered) and locked away in one of his for the rest of your days
• either way it happens, once your his, that’s the end of your freedom – he doesn’t see the need to “show you off” at subsequent parties, no, that would put you in harm’s way, he’ll show up to those with his mistresses or prostitutes – it’s not like anyone else deserves to see you, you’re kept at whatever mansion he has you stuck in, surrounded by carefully vetted guards and maids, a place you’ll never see as home
• everything is carefully picked out for you – your wardrobes filled with clothes he’s ordered or has made for you, eating expensive meals he’s had specially prepared – you’re surrounded by his finery no matter where you turn; you won’t be allowed to even bring jewelry from your home, the only things you’re given are ones that he’s chosen for you
• he’ll have a garden made for you, massive and sprawling, an utter labyrinth with little gazebos and small koi ponds, a beautiful place that is what makes your cage “golden” to you – it’s elaborate and beautiful, just like the rest of the mansion – and just like the rest of the mansion, you can’t be free from Ricardo, even there; the garden was made in such a way that it’s entirety can be seen from the massive windows of Ricardo’s set of rooms (and that the hedges are never tall enough for you not to be able to see them as well…because the cage doesn’t work as well if you are not completely aware of it, in his opinion)
• he’ll never be violent with you, but he’s not above using violence to control you – people or animals that you’ve grown close to will be threatened in order to ensure your cooperation; he’ll use other forms of manipulation as well, his intuition telling him exactly how to maneuver to control you

nsfwreborn:

The first time you meet him he’s staring at you from the honor table as you walk in; which isn’t weird, men love to look at you. Dealing with you tends to cause mixed reactions, but looking? they have their fill of that, until they’re fit to burst with the kind of weakness that makes it so easy to line your pockets.

This is why you hang pretty off the arm of your benefactor, why you wrap painted lips around his cock on command. He’s a powerful man that knows even more powerful men. The kind of guardian angel that can introduce you to him; king of the underworld, Vongola blood, strong hands and cunning eyes.

Ricardo keeps his gaze on you through the meal, the dancing, the booze. There’s no weakness in it, he doesn’t fall for the demure little act; if anything he coaxes out the wit and crass humor in you. He whispers dirty jokes so subtle that he drags a mocking edge to your laughter from behind the mask, and he watches you with the languid excitement of cats.

Your benefactor leaves with him that night, the mist guardian following his boss, and you’re left to your quarters alone. You unwrap yourself of stolen luxuries, a sigh much louder than you expected rushes out of you when you finally free the soft animal flesh underneath. You try to let the wetness of your underwear surprise you but it really doesn’t; not after you’ve spent the night admiring Ricardo’s sharp jawline, wondering what sounds he’d make if you trailed biting kisses along it, down his neck.

He’s different; you groan with satisfaction at the thought, letting your hand find it’s way between your legs. He’s a man who seems to see the scorpion hiding under lace and he can’t wait to catch the stinger. You can’t help but look forward to getting familiar with his poison too.

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Tsuna

The light in the corner of the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend was turned on since the sun set behind the forest. You barely realized the day turned into night if it weren’t for Tsuna pulling you away by force.

“Come to bed…” He growled with his arms around your waist and lips on your neck.

“J-just a bit more…” You murmured and tried to focus on your writing, afraid that you will forget what you want to write. “I-I need to end this sentence, Tsuna…” You sighed and unconsciously closed your eyes as his lips trailed on the back of your neck and on the other side.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He sighed. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine. “It’s already one in the morning and you need your sleep.”

Letting out a silent sigh, you put pen down and turned his way. “You’re too good, Tsuna…” You smile softly and stand up.

Tsuna chuckled and held your hands, kissing your cheek. “You can continue tomorrow, but right now you need rest. Long,” He kissed your other cheek. “warm,” he trailed down to the corner of your lips. “and good sleep.” His lips pressed against yours as you succumbed to his warmth.

“Mm-kay…” Your eyes were closed as he walked you to bed and pulled you down into his embrace.

Tsuna smiled and before he could completely wrap you in his arms, your eyes shot wide open and lips parted. He knew that look all too well. “No.” His gaze hardened.

“But-”

“No.” He overtook you. “You always say just a bit more, just one more and I’ll forget it and no, you won’t stay up whole night again.” He tightened his arms on your waist. “You need sleep and I’ll force it out of you if you don’t stay here.”

“I-I-T-Tsuna please…” You pouted. “I-I’ll forget it by tomorrow!”

There was silence before he sighed. He knew you wouldn’t give up easily. “Write down the points and you better come back to bed in one minute.”

Your eyes brightened as you jumped from bed and rushed to your desk, taking pen and notebook. Tsuna watched you from behind, his expression showing fondness, knowing how much writing means to you. He chuckled to himself as he leaned on his arm and waited. He will definitely stick to his promise if you don’t return in one minute.

Mukuro

Mukuro narrowed his eyebrows when he stopped in front of a flat where you lived. His eyes were focused on a window where a light was still turned on despite being it early in the morning. His mission took a bit longer this time, but he still hoped you would be sleeping when he came back.

The only thing he hoped was that you were well and at least sleeping with lights on.

He was wrong.

Unlocking the doors and walking inside, the first thing he heard was the tapping of fingers against keyboard and the scent of coffee that reached his nose. He frowned and walked inside, now knowing just why the light was still on. He walked into living room and saw your back facing him.

His eyes fell on laptop that was on your lap and sighed. He really should have expected this.

“Did you even rest while I was away?”

You startled at the sound of his voice and turned your head, ready to scream, but relaxed when you saw Mukuro standing near. Blinking in slight confusion, you looked a the time and froze, nervous chuckle leaving your lips. “Oops?” You scratched the back of your neck.

Mukuro sighed, but a small smile quickly stretched over his lips. He appraoched you and hugged from behind, with chin resting on your shoulder. God he missed you and your warmth alone.

You smiled and caressed his arms, leaning back on is chest. “You should be home more so I won’t forget the time.”

Mukuro laughed. “I just might.” Putting your laptop aside on the couch, he soon scooted you up in his arms, making you squeal and held on him. “But for now, we’ll take a day off. No phones, no laptop, no television. Just you and I.”

“And food?” You raised an eyebrow.

““We can always order home delivery.” Brushing his nose against your cheek, you laughed as he walked into your bedroom. You certainly didn’t have any opposition.

Xanxus

Xanxus groaned as he turned in bed when he felt nothing. He remembered you went with him to bed, so feeling your side of bed cold and empty, his eyes opened and looked around the room. There was no sign of your struggle or aything wrong in general, which calmed him. But there was still that dreadful thought that made him think, what if you were taken?

Shaking his head he sat up and took out his gun from the drawer of night-table beside and stood whe he realized there was light in another room. It was your office that you had for your writing. He approached the doors and just when he was about to open them, he heard you curse aloud.

“Damn it!”

Xanxus frowned. It wasn’t unusual to him that you cursed, though it did caught him by surprise every time as it happened very rare.

“Why the hell can’t I write anything?” He heard your irritation. “I’ve been sitting here for an hour and nohing.”

Xanxus opened the doors and saw you mess your head with your notebook opened in front of you. Rising an eyebrow, he stood there in silence as you cursed and groaned at your inability before you looked up into ceiling and cursed all saints together. He couldn’t help but laugh, which gained your attention.

You turned around and pouted when you saw your boyfriend standing on the doorway. “Keep laughing.” You murmured in slight annoyance. “What are you doing up?” You asked, realizing that it was still night.

“The quwestion is what are you doing up in the middle of the night?” Xanxus approached you and leaned down, holding your chin. With raised eyebrow, his red eyes gaze into yours like he dared you to lie to him.

“I woke up with an idea?” You answered with a question. “I mean…I had a really good dream and idea, so I wanted to write it down, but I can’t anymore.”

“You wanna know why?”

It was your time to raise an eyebrow, knowing he never really had any good reason or explanation.

“It’s because you’re not in bed with me.” He smirked. “That’s why.”

You snorted and rolled with your eyes. “You’re impossible.” You laughed.

“I may be impossible, but you know I’m right.”

With a short laughter, you shook your head and stood up. “Alright…” You murmured. “What do you suggest?”

Xanxus’ eyes glinted in mischief and you immediately regreted that question. Pushing you back down on the chair, he leaned down, his hand tracing from your chin down your neck and collarbones before it went lower down your chest. His eyes followed his hand and you could see the way he licked his lips that made your knees weak.

“You’ll beg for sleep today.”

Ricardo

Ricardo was sitting in his office when his doors opened. He raised his gaze from the papers he had in front and frowned when he saw you standing there. Your expression held confusion and there were dark circles under your eyes.

“Love?” He called quietly.

“What is that word again?” You asked, your eyebrows knitting together. “That one what Vongola is? A good group fighting against evil and darkness?”

Ricardo’s frown deepened. “Vigilante?”

Your eyes lit up. “Thank you!” You smiled and disappeared from his office only for ruckus to be heard a second later.

Ricardo was on his feet and on the hallway as you held on the small closet. Your eyes were closed, expression troubled. “Have you gotten any rest today?” He asked as he held you gently.

“I wanted to end this story before.” You shook with head.

Ricardo sighed. “Don’t overwork yourself.” He placed one arm around your lower back while with other he held your hand. “You need rest.”

“Says the one, who keeps himself in office for hours.” You snorted, but groaned and held for head with your free head. “Sorry…” You murmured.

“It’s alright,” He smiled and walked you into his office and laid you on the sofa. “Story can wait… Your well-being won’t.”

A small smile spread over your lips as you looked at him. “Oh, Ricardo…” You sighed. “What would I do without you?”

Ricardo chuckled and brushed hair from your forehead. “Take some rest, my love.” he placed a kiss on your forehead. “You more than deserve it.”

Before he could pull away and continue with his work, you held on his hand. He looked at you in confusion and slight worry.

“Stay here…” You murmured. “If I’m taking a break, you should as well.”

Ricardo laughed. “Alright,” He said and you rose enough for him to sit down and lay your head on his lap. His hand immediately brushed against your head and you hummed. “Rest now. I’m not leaving anywhere.”

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COMPLETE

I love Ricardo! Give me more Ricardo!!! Lol, I may have gotten a bit carried away, but you don’t mind, right anon? Hehe. Hope you enjoy!

// Admin Chrome

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Giotto:

He loved the way you carried yourself. The way your eyes hardened when some guest tried to flirt with you, and the piercing words that soon followed when the guest tried to feel you up. The defiance and confidence that you held was what attracted him to you. Giotto wanted to tame your fiery personality.

It wasn’t just your personality, though. He loved the way the maid outfit looked on you. The way the dress hugged you in all the right places, and how the apron was tied around your waist. Your hair being tied up, showing off your beautiful neck, really was the icing on the cake. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see you just dressed in that apron.

However, Giotto kept his love hidden for a long while. He knew that having relations with a worker of his would undoubtedly earn him a lecture from G. So, Giotto looked, but did not touch. He was fine with watching you move about his mansion, sometimes getting a glimpse of you bending over to clean the floor, or catching you when you accidentally trip yourself.

Giotto’s hidden love had come to an end soon enough. He should have known that a man would try to tame you. It was obvious that one day you were going to be claimed by a man other than him. That didn’t mean that Giotto was going to let this man steal your heart, which was why Giotto had broken the man’s arm when he tried to feel you up.

“In no house of mine will it ever be okay for you to touch my woman.” The atmosphere in the room soon turned icy, and the man visibly trembled at Giotto’s dark expression. The man tugged his useless hand out of Giotto’s grasp, and ran away with his tail between his legs.

You were frozen in shock. Did Giotto just proclaim his love for you? Has your unrequited love been returned?

Your thoughts were answered when suddenly you were up against a wall, with Giotto’s lips locked with yours. The kiss was fierce and bruising, leaving no air to be taken in. Once the two of you separated, Giotto rested his forehead against yours, his breaths coming out in slow pants.

“I love you, [Name].”

Secondo / Ricardo:

The second Vongola Boss barely noticed you at first. You were just another faceless being in the crowd. He didn’t have time to associate himself with the staff of the mansion as they were the low-class civilians and he was at the top of the food chain.

But, you changed all that.

The beginning of it all was when he caught your wonderful scent as you bustled about the mansion. It was the day of one of the parties he was forced to hold to keep up the business relationships. Ricardo was increasingly feeling annoyed at the constant movement around him. However, once he inhaled your perfume, it’s like the world calmed down around him.

It was a beautiful smell of roses and a spice he could not remember.

That was when he actually took notice of you. Just wanting to be around you so you could keep him calm soon turned into wanting to see you just because he loved seeing your expressions and actions. The way you scrunched up your nose in agitation at a stain, or how you always twirled your finger into your hair when you got bored or dazed.

Ricardo wouldn’t admit he was in love.

He told himself it wasn’t love when he took you to bed one day. Ricardo had seduced you while you were cleaning his bedroom, his half buttoned shirt and tight leather pants were no match for a weak-willed mind like you. As Ricardo marveled at your varying expressions of pleasure, the rapid beating in his chest didn’t have anything to do with love.

It wasn’t love when Ricardo would brush your hair behind your ear, and just stare into your eyes, his mind comparing to anything he could think of: the moon, flowers, stars, jewels. There was no love when he thought of how much he wanted to kiss you when you smiled at him and your face blossomed red whenever he talked to you.

There was no love between the two of you when Ricardo took the other woman to bed, her body and actions never once up to par with the ones you gave him. The feeling of his heart sinking as you were the one to discover the mess in the morning, and how you kept your eyes from meeting his as you made the bed and fetched the lady her clothes was definitely not love.

The love was acknowledged when you were no longer by his side anymore. You didn’t come around his quarters of the mansion when Ricardo was there, obviously having changed your cleaning schedule for when the boss was absent. The fluffed pillows and neatly tucked in bed sheets were the only reminder of your presence. He wanted you to be there with him always.

The world around him felt empty, and that made him angry. The anger had him storming to your living quarters, and dragging you to his bedroom, despite your protests. Once you were in the room, you were crowded against the door, his whole body blocking everything from view. His hands were sinking into your skin, no doubt leaving marks. It made you cringe.

“If you want me to love you, I will give you my entire heart. As long as you don’t ever fucking dare disappear from me again.” Ricardo then sealed the deal with a kiss.

He was definitely in love.

Squalo:

It should have been obvious to you from the beginning that Squalo fancied you.

The man had made you his very own “personal” maid, which meant that you had to wear those ridiculously frilly and dramatically revealing maid uniforms that you could probably find at a cheap Halloween shop. It was super embarrassing to be seen walking around in the outfit, but, Squalo had been merciful enough to only have you wear it when the two of you were the only ones in the room.

His hands would sometimes drag themselves over the sheer stockings, all the way up your thigh, almost underneath the monstrosity that was that slutty little dress. At your comment of reporting sexual harassment, he would throw a little scowl at you, before removing his hands completely. The little redness that tinted his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed.

You dismissed this as his teasing, however, you knew, deep down, that it must have deeper meaning. Squalo never touched any of his other employees like he did to you. You had somehow become an exception, yet you didn’t know why.

The reason only came to light days later.

Squalo’s eyes followed you as you cleaned every little crevice in the room. He sat on his leather love seat, every now and then he would take a sip at his red wine that sat on the little table next to the coach. The attention made you more than a little self-conscious at your attire.

As you started to tug at the flimsy fabric barely covering anything, Squalo met your eyes. It shocked you at how his gaze seemed to make you freeze what you were doing. The two of you stared at the other for what seemed like hours, before either one moved.

It was Squalo who moved first. He slowly got up, and leisurely walked over to you. Once he reached you, his hand carefully touched your cheek, caressing it. Squalo started to lean in, and before his lips met yours, he spoke.

“Oi, just so you know, I love you.”