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"You're MINE!"
Yandere Bunny!Mafioso X Fem! Reader
1.4k words
Warnings: Kidnapping, Language, Smoking, Burning, Slightly toxic themes.
Tags: Stockholm Syndrome if you squint enough/hostage situation, Kidnapping, Slightly suggestive themes, Smoking, Cigarette burning, A little bit of fourth wall breaking, Toxic relationship themes, Obsessive behavior, Nicknames/Petnames, Bunny behavior if you look hard enough. (I can't remember Mafioso's group very well. Please just know I tried my hardest.)
"Finally, thank Telamon I got all these in time."
You said as you walked back to your car with bags filled with groceries. It took you quite a while to be able to get groceries because of that trio of Karen's that REALLY pissed you off... But that was all over!
You opened the car's trunk, ready to fill it with the groceries. First you put the soda boxes and other heavy groceries inside. Heavy items always went first so they wouldn't break or crush the fragile and lighter items.
Out of nowhere, you felt a chill down your spine. Like... a pair of eyes watching you...?
You turned behind you, expecting someone trying to mug you.
You were completely wrong.
The dark parking lot behind you was clear of anyone heading in your direction. Other than some lady pushing a shopping cart filled with baby diapers and formula, nobody seemed as if they were harming you.
You sighed in relief and started putting cleaning products inside the trunk. Geez, you need to quit trippin'. Just put the bleach and detergent inside you dum dum!
Just when you were going to put the laundry detergent inside, you still had that creepy feeling behind you. That same eerie chill that gave you goosebumps... Maybe it was nothing? Maybe you are pretty damn paranoid...
One more peep shouldn't hurt. You thought and turned behind you again. Hopefully you're wrong about this so I can keep narrating this damn story.
Oh. Turns out there is someone behind you. My bad bud.
A person in a black hoodie and black sunglasses looks back up at you as he stands by your shopping cart.
You raise an eyebrow, weirded out by what was happening. But maybe your misjudging him. (Or her)
"Can I...help you...?" You ask hesitantly, trying to be as nice as you can.
Immediately, the stranger snatches a pack of eggs and a 1-Liter Sprite bottle. After he does that, he takes off running into the night.
What. The fuck.
"DUDE!" You yell in frustration, and run after him. You paid half of your light bill for those! No way he was gonna take them and get away with it!
You chase him out of the parking lot, being able to catch up to him and snatch his hoodie. "GIVE ME BACK MY EGGS!" You yell again.
Then, the sunglasses dude had the AUDACITY to open the cart of eggs, take one out, and throw it at your face. Damn bro... I know I'm supposed to be narrating this but I deadass had no idea he was gonna play in your face. 😭
Anyways, your eyes go wide as you feel the egg hit your nose. Oh he was definitely gonna get his ass beat.
"Is this some sort of JOKE?! I PAID 6 DOLLARS FOR THOSE EGGS!" You screamed in fury and slapped the sunglasses guy across his face. The strike itself being so rough it sends his sunglasses flying to the side. DAMN BRO-
"SHIT-!" The No-Sunglasses guy cursed, scared for his life. (As he should be)
Just when you were gonna punch the jerk in his face, You felt something hard and heavy hit the back of your head which made you see black. Nighty night y/n.
A few minutes later, you woke up at last. Thank Telamon you weren't dead! But what was this gray-floored, dull, dimly-lit place?
"God damnit its cold here..." You shivered, feeling your bare legs touch the concrete floor.
Wait, concrete? How were your bare legs touching the floor?
You looked down at yourself, immediately noticing you were half naked and your arms were shackled in chains.
"What..." Your eyes widened in horror and realization of everything that happened. "The FUCK?!"
"Easy there, 'Darlin," A thick italian accent spoke from beside you. "You've already had so much happen to you."
You turned your head to who spoke. Oh god. Mafioso, otherwise known as Don Sonnellino, had kidnapped you...
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" You screamed, praying someone would hear you.
Mafioso simply stood there, watching you with a sick smile on his face. "And what happens if I don't, Doll?" He said, taking a step forward and a drag out a cigarette.
You huffed beneath him, absolutely scared, and looking so damn pathetic. There really wasn't anything you could do in a situation like this.
“Nothing you can do, Dolly.” Mafioso chuckled in your face
mocking you and reading your mind.
You shouldn’t have chased some dickhead over broken eggs. Then this wouldn’t have happened. But heeere you aaarrre…
“What the fuck do you wan’t from me?” You sniffled, tears spilling out your face.
“I’ll make this quick, ‘Darlin.” Mafioso dropped the cigarette he was smoking, crushed it under his shoe, and lit a new one.
He approached you slowly and knelt to your level. “This is only gonna hurt if ya make it, ‘Darlin.” Mafioso warned casually, suddenly grabbing your neck firmly and pinning you to the floor.
“WAIT!” You protested, crossing your thighs. “NO PLEASE I’M NOT-!”
But what you expected didn’t happen. Only something else possibly more twisted.
Mafioso took the lit cigarette to your collarbone and pressed it against your skin. You screeched in pain, trying to push him off, but his huge body was no use for you.
Then, you started crying. Actually crying this time.
Mafioso simply smiled at you like all this was normal. “It’s ok, Doll.” He reassured you, dragging the cigarette around and forming some sort of shape. “It’s important I do this, you wouldn’t understand.”
Understand WHAT?! What third-grade level drawing was this psychopath burning into your skin?!
“Don, it hurts!” You cried, still sobbing (like a bitch.)
Mafioso, or Don, didn’t listen to your cries and simply rolled you over on your back. “You’re so pretty, Doll.” He whispered, running a hand down your bare back and kissing it. “So gorgeous.”
Again, he pinned you down against the floor and burned shapes from the cigarette to your poor skin. You screamed again, not as agonizing as last time but damn that shit hurt.
“Easy, Girl.” He kept whispering in that voice as if he were calming down some poor puppy. “Eaasy~” He kissed the back of your shoulder, chuckling while he did it.
You shuddered underneath him and at his ‘affection.’ Were you ACTUALLY liking this? You fuckass freak.
“Please I-!” You begged for mercy. Or were you? Cause you ALMOST let a moan slip.
“Please what?” Mafioso heard it though, ruh roh. “Tell me what’cha ‘beggin for.” He said in a seductive voice.
Soon everything around you felt like it was spinning and stumbling. “Oh Telamon…” You groaned dizzily. Was there something in that cigarette that had you acting up like this? (If so, LET ME KNOOOOOOWWWWWW)
Mafioso finally backed away from you, and instead of discarding the cigarette he burnt you with like the last one, he dragged the burning end against the concrete floor until it stopped blazing.
“Sir P-Please…” You whined, still exhausted from before.
“You tired, Darlin?” He scoffed out a laugh. Finally, he took the shackles off you and scooped up your poor, poor body into his arms. “Let’s getcha to sleep, Princess.” He cooed and kissed your forehead so affectionately.
You hated how it almost felt so comforting, so right.You grabbed at his suit, pulling yourself closer to him. The calming scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.
“Easy there, Darlin.” Mafioso said quietly, rubbing his chin on top of your head.
Finally you two made it to a huge bedroom. He laid you on the bed and kissed your forehead.
Then, he turned away from you and spoke into a walkie talkie. ”Consigiliere, Soldier, come watch her, get her some new clothes n’ make sure she’s comfy.” After the demand, he sat beside you on the bed and rubbed your thigh. “Got business to go do.”
“Your leaving…?” You asked him in slurred words. He couldn’t go yet…
“I’ll be back, Doll.” He promised, and walked out the door while two of his henchmen walked in.
“Damn boss, you gotcha initials on her?” One of the henchmen wearing a white top hat asked, a bit surprised.
“Yeah, looks nice on her don’t it?” Mafioso laughed down the hall.
His initials? You looked around the room, seeing a mirror and immediately walking up to it.
Oh shit.
On your collarbone was the two letters D.S. Don Sonnellino.
So many questions ran through your head. Did the other Sonnellino’s have this? Were you a Sonnellino now?
Of course you are a Sonnellino now Y/N. Y/N Sonnelinno, I think it’s got a cute ring to it.
Ok I lowkey like the concept of being a narrator that breaks the fourth wall lol.
Reblogs are appreciated. Do not post this to AI please.
Also happy pride.