Somebody asked for Secco lol Enjoy your weirdo.
Trigger warning: It gets a little steamy 👀 close your eyes kids.
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You were part of La Unita Speciale, a division that was not exactly the best perceived in Passione, for the quite unique people that composed it.
Cioccolata, as cruel as he was, never had any sort of problem with you, if anything, you both managed to work in cooperation very well. He actually had what you can only call a bit of a soft spot for you after you treated his little Secco with the upmost love and care.
I mean, it would make sense to appreciate the people who appreciate your pets, right?
On the other hand, the puppy boy in question was extremely fond of you and your endless love ministrations and praises, and you couldn't deny that the duo snatched you a hearty laugh everyday.
Even the rest of the team accepted you right to their arms, the assassins, Tiziano and Squalo were sweet towards you and you got along pretty well with the couple as well as the very solitary Carne, the one who showed you the ropes.
Of all the members, one would consider you to be the most 'normal', but again, there's no such thing as normal in a group like this one, especially when you felt so much at home with them.
Rather, you were maybe the softest of them all, even if that gentleness you had was known in the syndicate to be just as, if not more, terrifying than Cioccolata's sadistic outbursts.
After all, who would possibly want to be dismembered and tortured by the seemingly sweet and caring girl that always spoke with a voice of velvet?
The same girl that you first see when you open your eyes, tied up and unable to move on a surgery table. The one you foolishly believe would save you, remove your restraints, and lead you to the exit as she tells you that 'everything will be okay".
Who wants to be betrayed by a false sense of motherly comfort? Not your victims, at least.
You still remembered how it all started. Funny how you originally were one of Cioccolata's own victims at first. But as you woke up dizzily to see his strange assistant in a body suit, his camera right in your face, you could only smile at his widening and panicking eyes.
The doctor was outraged that you woke up so soon, before he even started cutting your guts wide open, but as he turned around and saw you, one hand untied and petting the boy vigorously while babbling 'Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?' in a baby voice, he had to pause questionningly for a while.
He wondered if it was the effect of the anesthetics that was meddling with your brain, or if you were usually just... Like that... Like them.
You didn't even freak out at your position and barely showed any concern to Secco's canine behavior.
If anything, you looked like you were having a ball, eager to see what purpose all the tools around you were about to serve.
He wanted to believe you were just brain fogged by the chemical, but seeing his good boy excitedly jumping around you and probably messing the video he was taking, he couldn't resolve himself to just continue on with his plan just yet.
Cioccolata had at the time, told himself he'd keep you and observe you a little bit, studying your behaviors before he decided if he wanted to kill you or not.
But what firstly was an observation case with you as specimen, ended up in you joining the gang and proving yourself to be quite the talented and ruthless 'sweet nurse' you now were.
You were currently cleaning some tools and weapons peacefully while humming some tunes. It was a rather calm day and the easy cleaning of stainless steel was therapeutic for you.
You felt a presence lurking ominously and menacingly behind you, the tall man slowly approaching and reaching out towards your much smaller form, only to grab your arm suddenly in a shaky but vicious grip that would make anyone jump.
You turned around and smiled at the sight before you, your eyes softening on the male.
"Secco, carino, what's wrong?"
He stared at you with his wide, soulless eyes and he didn't need to speak a single word for you to understand what he needed.
You put your tools down and fully turned around to face him and gently cupped his face, the light action making him flinch and tense visibly, a strange reaction of excitement.
You chuckled as you heard his breath coming in short, hissing pants through his mask.
"Is Cioccolata being too rough again?" You softly asked, genuine concern in your voice and the male nodded so eagerly, he was almost headbanging.
That's right. It became a recurring thing between you two. When Cioccolata was a bit too harsh with his aggresive affection and Secco was too overwhelmed, he would come to you for more tenderness and comfort to contrast it all. Which you didn't mind at all.
You took him by both his hands and lead him towards the couch and he could barely contain his excitement, knowing you were in for a cuddle session. Oh he loved to be the little spoon and he always felt so safe in your arms.
You sat down and he followed suit, whining loudly and giddy already. You gently pulled him down and laid his head on your lap and he instantly curled up.
Oh his reactions were all so cute and precious. You never had the occasion to own a dog before joining Passione, and man, was Secco one big doggo.
Despite his tall build, Secco always seemed to shrink himself when he craved your attention and laid upon you just like he was currently doing. You carefully patted his head and glided your fingers up and down his neck and shoulders.
The first times, you had asked him to remove Oasis to be more comfortable, but he didn't hold himself back from becoming very defensive and insistantly refuse.
Well technically he could feel you touch him just as well, since it was his Stand. So you let him be, since he was already comfortable that way.
He shuddered and sighed as you continued to massage and caress his head and back, relishing in the warmth and softness of your thighs. It was a relaxing moment, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he started jumping up and down again.
Secco loved to be petted, but he was always so agitated and hyperactive, he could never stay put. He wasn't at all one for just relaxing and doing nothing. It was probably one more thing that made him get along so well with Cioccolata.
You laid back against the couch and mindlessly rubbed his arm up and down, softly tracing patterns over his Stand before the male suddenly jerked up.
He got up so fast and so suddenly you thought that you had hurt him maybe, or that he heard something. But when you looked up a him next to you, his purple eyes were fixated on you and you noticed he was breathing weird again.
He was bouncing his leg up and down and fidgeted with his hands. You were expecting something to come up soon but, just like a jumpscare, he made you anticipate it long enough to still surprise you.
He towered over you ominously before he abruptly caged you in his slender arms, his grip possessive as he dived forward, pushing you down on the couch.
You weren't shocked by his act, but his obssessive clinginess and clumsy lack of tact always took you aback and you couldn't help the gasp that escaped you.
