#secco x reader

His words hang in the air alongside the stench of antiseptics. It was cold and clinical, much like a hospital was. But you didn’t get the luxury of going to a hospital. No, that would draw too many questions.

It was Tizzano and Squalo that suggested you come here, though it’s not like you had a choice. The bullet wound in your shoulder was deep, having torn through muscle and skin alike when the gun pointed at you ultimately fired. And while you had managed to stop most of the bleeding, it seemed wise to seek some kind of medical assistance.

If that’s what you could even call this.

Your legs dangle off the edge of the exam table table you’re seated on as Cioccolata circles you. He’s slow and deliberate with those aqua orbs never leaving you. Your lips part to respond, but the door swings open before you can utter the words.

Secco enters the mock operation room, pushing along a creaking medical cart. Your eyes instinctively flicker down towards the instruments as the light catches the metal tools lined up beside each other with a glint. There were forceps, scissors, and scalpels along with various other medical supplies that would no doubt be used in your treatment today.

Secco was watching you if not more intensely than Cioccolata was, fingers twitching against the cart before he slowed to a stop beside his master.

“Very good, Secco,” the green-haired man hums and turns away only briefly for his eyes to trail over the tools. He then turns back to you, hands clasping near his face with a wide grin tugging at the corners of his painted lips.

“Shall we begin?”

Secco moves wordlessly at Cioccolata’s side, fingers wrapping around something on the cart. It’s not until he raises the item to his face that you see what it is: a camera. The lens is pointed at your face with one of Secco’s purple orbs being hidden behind the camera while the other remains fixated on you.

Cioccolata must feel you stiffen at the sight of the camera because he directs that sickeningly sweet grin over at you now before it’s being hidden behind a mask.

“Don’t worry,” he chirps a little too cheerfully as he slides a pair of gloves onto his hands, the blue offering a stark comparison against his pale skin.

“It’s for a personal project of mine. You understand, don’t you?”

The man hums when you breathe out a ‘yeah’ in response, gaze lingering on a crack in the bare, concrete walls as Cioccolata steps closer.

“This, however, is going to have to go.”

You look down at where he gestures to your blood-stained shirt, not being able to help the heat that crawls across your cheeks.

“I’d rather not,” you speak softly, yet there’s a firmness in your voice as you shift in your spot on the table. Cioccolata watches you all the while, face no doubt still housing that grin like he knows something that you don’t. And the way Secco keeps the camera in his hands pointed on you has even more heat flooding your face.

“You want me to do my job effectively, don’t you?”

You suck in a breath and try to ignore the way your heart flutters wildly in your chest, a low sigh falling from your lips with your fingers hooking in the hem of your shirt. It’s then pulled over your head and dropped to the floor, the material crumpling in a damp pile.

Cioccolata’s eyes rake over your figure before he takes a step closer. You don’t flinch nor do you even move when Secco too moves closer out of the corner of your eye. The man in front of you hums and reaches out a gloved hand to you, and the breath hitches in your throat when his fingertips brush against your collarbone.

“This too.”

Two fingers pluck at your bra strap, giving a tug that has the strap snapping against your skin when it’s released. You finally reach behind yourself, fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra until it comes undone.

It falls to the ground, and your nipples stiffen in the cool air. Cioccolata’s eyes drift lower, drinking in the sight of your bare torso before he’s ushering for you to lay back against the table. Goosebumps flood across your skin when your back meets the cold metal.

“Now we can begin.”

The bright, overhead lights sting your eyes as you squint up at him, eyes tracking his movements when he steps toward the cart. Secco remains silent, but he’s moved even closer with the lens of the camera now directed towards the bloody bullet wound at your shoulder. Cioccolata returns in your line of sight with a pair of forceps between his gloved fingers.

“There appears to be fragments remaining in the wound,” he says lowly, and you briefly wonder if he’s talking to the camera or you.

“They need to be removed for it to properly heal.”

The camera whirs as Secco zooms in when Cioccolata inches closer with the forceps, the instrument hovering dangerously close to the opening. It’s then that you realize that there’s no anesthetic, nor have you taken anything for the pain that’s been shooting through your arm ever since the bullet pierced your shoulder. Aqua eyes flicker towards your face and as if he can read your mind, he’s speaking up.

“I’m afraid that anesthesia isn’t an option.”

The camera is pointed back to your face, zooming in further as if drinking in every reaction.

“You don’t even need it for such a procedure as this.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that he was lying to you, especially when the forceps slipped into the hole in your shoulder. A sharp surge of pain shoots through your arm at the intrusion, and your eyes scrunch closed in response. You swear that you can feel every movement, every nudge of the metal prongs against the exposed tissue and muscle as it digs further in. You bite your bottom lip, and a familiar metallic tang settles on your tongue.

You don’t dare utter a sound, not even a peep under their watchful gazes. A small clink has your eyelids fluttering open, gaze finding the piece of shrapnel that now sits in the bowl at your side. You instinctively try to sit up, but a gloved hand presses against your injured shoulder - palm brushing directly over the skin.

That causes you to wince with a cry of pain falling from your parted lips when you’re pressed against the cold surface again. You suck in a breath through clenched teeth, yet the pressure doesn’t move. Cioccolata’s hand remains there, and he finally pulls it away after a long moment despite how his fingers still dance along the skin with a forefinger tracing the edges of the wound.

You shudder at that, breasts rising and falling with a labored breath as your half-lidded orbs meet Cioccolata’s. There’s a hungry look in his eyes as he leans in again with the forceps.

“We’re not done yet,” he breathes out with a low chuckle and leans in closer to you as the camera is in your face again. The forceps are forced back into the wound and this time, you let out a strangled groan in response.

Secco lets out a muffled giggle, almost as if he can’t contain his excitement when Ciocclata digs another fragment out of your shoulder.

Your head is spinning now, ears ringing loudly as you swear that you can feel your heart leap into your throat. There’s another clink with yet another piece landing in the bowl. Cioccolata’s other hand dances along your ribs, nitrile fingers dragging upward. Slowly and surely, as if he were counting every single one that lay hidden beneath your flesh.

He’s watching you.

They’re both watching you with eyes that devour every flinch and reaction with the camera being only a testament to your treatment. A jolt wracks your limbs when Cioccolata cups one of your breasts, yet you refuse to open your eyes.

“Pain and pleasure…”

He’s speaking again, but the words just barely reach your ears when he harshly presses on the bullet wound again. You gasp, eyes flying open as you try to pull away from the table and the pain.

But that only makes Cioccolata press harder. His other hand remains at your breast, now stroking and circling your nipple while the other hand continues to apply more pressure to your shoulder. It’s dizzying. The sensation of the burning throughout your arm that sets your nerves  alight, but there was also the stimulation at your breasts as he palms and kneads the fatty tissue.

Secco takes a breath, and the purple orb that’s not behind the camera moves wildly across your form.

“They often meld together, yes?”

His eyes flicker towards your face before he pulls away all together. The attention is on the cart now as he fiddles with something icy suddenly being placed just above your breast. It’s a stethoscope, you realize dimly - still reeling from his ministrations.

Cioccolata lets out a pleased hum at the sound of your racing heart filling his ears before pulling the equipment away.

“Just like they are now,” he concludes while peeling the gloves from his hands. You find yourself releasing the breath you were holding as Secco takes a step backwards alongside Cioccolata, but the camera is still filming your trembling body.

“It will heal. Simply wash it daily.”

You slowly sit up even despite that pain in your shoulder, and you swear that you can still feel Cioccolata’s touch lingering on your body. The camera is returned to the cart as Secco begins to push it out of the room, but there’s a final glance thrown your way over Cioccolata’s shoulder. He tugs his mask down, grinning wolfishly all the while.

You are the ONLY source of genuine warmth in their entire lives and it shows immediately. The contrast is insane. You’re all smiles and “hi hi hi!! :D” and they’re… those two.

From the moment you meet Cioccolata, he clocks you instantly. Not stupid, just… soft. Open. Eager. The kind of person that wants approval. And that? Oh he loves that.

Meanwhile Secco is immediately obsessed. Full on puppy imprinting. Once he got the OK from Cioccolata, he follows you everywhere like you adopted him.

You’re all smiles, bouncing around, talking a mile a minute, touching Cioccolata’s arm, laughing like he’s normal, and he’s just watching you like he’s already decided something about you.

“You’re very affectionate,” he says, tilting his head.

And you’re just like, “Yeah! I like people :D”

That’s when he decides- you’re the type that thrives under attention.

Which means… you’re very easy to guide.

If Cioccolata approves of you, Secco adores you. If Cioccolata claims you? Secco sees you as part of them.

You’re naturally affectionate, hugging them, leaning on them, holding onto their sleeves, and instead of being confused, Cioccolata encourages it.

Not gently. Not sweetly. More like: “Come here.” “Stay.” “Good.”

And you don’t even realize how quickly you start responding to it.

He praises you, but it’s controlled. Intentional. “That’s it. Just like that.” “You listen so well, don’t you?”

You light up under his attention. Like visibly. You start seeking it out without realizing. Glancing at him for approval, waiting for that small nod, that faint smile. He notices every single time.

Secco doesn’t command you like Cioccolata does, but he’s clingy. If Cioccolata says “come here,” Secco is already pulling you closer.

If Cioccolata praises you, Secco gets excited too, like you did something good for all of them.

You call them cute sometimes, because you literally cannot help yourself. Secco is absolutely thriving. You call him cute and he’s practically vibrating.

You hover near Cioccolata before hugging him, and he’ll either:

Pull you in suddenly

Or make you wait just a second longer than necessary

He likes how reactive you are. The way you perk up when he acknowledges you. The way you soften when he praises you. The way you get just a little quieter when he’s serious. You’re expressive, easy to read, and he uses that.

Secco, meanwhile, treats you like something precious but also his. He’ll cling to your side, rest against you, follow you around.

If someone else tries to get too close, there’s gonna be immediate tension. He doesn’t like sharing your attention with anyone other than Cioccolata.

You’re still super friendly with others, because that’s just who you are. Cioccolata finds that… irritating.

Not outwardly at first. But you’ll notice his tone gets sharper. His attention on you gets more intense afterward. He’ll call you back over with that quiet “Come here.” He’s reminding you where your attention should be.

Secco gets more openly jealous. Tugging at you, pulling you back, making small noises until you refocus on him. If you pet his head or reassure him, he calms down instantly.

Cioccolata doesn’t get loud about jealousy. He just… removes the problem. Or redirects you so smoothly you don’t even realize what happened.

You bring them little gifts still, snacks, trinkets, random cute things. Secco treasures them like gold. Cioccolata accepts them with a faint smile and a quiet, “How thoughtful.”

And you feel SO proud when he says that.

You’re very “I love you guys!!” energy. Secco takes it literally and immediately. Cioccolata coos at you, and he’s also filing that away for later.

Secco ends up acting like your guard dog. Always close, always watching, always reacting to your mood. If you’re happy? He’s calmer. If you’re upset? He’s restless, agitated.

They’ve both become completely attached to you in their own ways: Secco: emotionally dependent, clingy, protective Cioccolata: possessive, fascinated, in control

You are quite literally the only soft thing in their world.

Cioccolata had always been obsessed with his experiments, but you were the crown jewel of said studies. He picked only the best parts he could find, the most perfect of body parts he had collected through his years of "testing" the human body.

When you were finally created and you came to life, a wicked and ugly smile spread across his features. From this moment on, his life changed forever.

He not only discovered that you healed exceptionally fast - seeing as you were the byproduct of unnatural creation - but you were also the perfect test subject for when he knew his experiments would be too much for the normal person to endure.

He would frequently use his stand on you, just to see how much mold someone could endure before it became too much. It hurt, and he knew that, but he insisted that pain was just in the experiments' nature. He never apologized, only excusing his actions as him gathering information. Which to him, was perfectly valid.

Cioccolata valued you, but you weren't exactly loved the way a daughter might be loved in the traditional sense. When you complained, telling him how it hurt or how you just wanted his gentle touch for a change, he always sighed like an annoyed old bastard.

"You should be grateful. I picked only the best parts for you. And don't get me started on the experiments, they're meant to keep you alive. I would never go as far as to kill you." He'd say, confusing cruelty with wicked affection.

Secco on the other hand, treated you with way more attachment than Cioccolata ever did. He would guard you from anyone he deemed dangerous, even growl at people who came too close to you, almost like a twisted guard dog. He loved bringing you things that made him think of you.

Cioccolata discarded a human heart he had no use for? Secco wrapped it up in a pretty pink bow and gave it to you. He insisted it "came from the heart".

He found a dead rat on the side of the road as he was scouring for victims Cioccolata could use? It arrived at your doorstep in a pastel yellow box, with the words: "It reminded me of you."

There were no romantic attachments on his end, obviously. He just genuinely thought he was being kind and thoughtful. Especially seeing as Cioccolata's "assessments" could take quite the toll on you.

Secco wanted only the best for you. Not because he actually understood what a daughter meant, but because if Cioccolata liked you enough to keep you around, you must've been pretty great.

As terrified as you could be of him, Secco still wanted nothing more than to see you smile.

One day, you came home after a terrible accident, one broken collarbone, a twisted ankle, and a huge slash on your side. Cioccolata took one good look at you, and smiled widely.

"How wonderful. I get to fix you now." He said, his laughter ringing out through the room and landing in your ringing ears.

"It hurts." Was all you were able to get out, muttering something about waking up surrounded by fire.

"Good. It's supposed to hurt. Secco, help her on the table." Cioccolata said, already getting his assortment of different tools out.

"Okiedokie! Come on, I'll help you up." Secco walked towards you, picking you up with too much excitement as he put your twisted body on the operating table, humming as he strapped your limbs to said table.

He double checked each strap just to make sure you couldn't move, before signalling to Cioccolata that you were "good to go". You stomach twisted, knowing you were about to feel an intense amount of pain you likely would never forget.

"Now, stay still. We don't want to waste a perfectly good leg." Cioccolata muttered as he gently pet your forehead.

Cioccolata hovered over you after finishing the procedure, pressing a tiny kiss to your temple.

"You're perfect." He said.

"Then why do you always experiment on me?" You heard your own voice saying, before you even thought twice about uttering the words.

Cioccolata just rolled his eyes, pride mixing with irritation.

"Because even perfection can be fixed. It's my job to ensure you get the most immaculate shell of a body, after all. I'm doing it to keep you alive, daughter." His words were sincere in the worst way possible, but you knew somewhere in your heart that he meant them in the only affectionate way he knew.

"I know it hurts but that only means that it's working. I'm doing this for your own sake."

You closed your mismatched eyes, and swallowed the taste of iron on your teeth.

"I know. Thank you."

He smiled at your admission, and sat down to write his new discoveries in his notebook.

It sucks because Cioccolata knows Secco will take advantage of the opportunity to beat the hell out of you once he finds you. It’s much worse when Cioccolata isn’t around to tell him when to stop and just how much you can suffer before he’s gone too far.

Secco doesn’t emerge from the ground completely when he sees you, coming up just a bit to spit a rock at your lower back. It doesn’t go through you completely but it hits your skin hard enough to create a large gash. The rock might as well have been a bullet with the pain it caused, you’re sent to the ground the minute it strikes you. All you can do is claw at the ground in front of you, trying your hardest to put some distance between you and Secco.

While you’re scrambling pathetically, he comes out of the ground. Asking where the fuck you’ve been as he walks over to you, kicking you hard enough to turn you onto your back. You don’t get the chance to answer, as soon as you lock eyes with Secco he starts attacking you. Not at all worried about the bystanders that turn their heads at the chaos unfolding in the park. Surely you didn’t think a sea of nobodies would stop him from beating you within an inch of your life.

Once you’ve been reduced to a limp, bloody mess, Secco pulls you into his arms to bring you home. It’s unlikely that you’ll get another round of beatings from Cioccolata when he sees how bad you look. Secco banged you up pretty good, there’s no need for him to lift a finger. He’s proud of his sweet boy and doesn’t seem to care that your chances of walking without an aid are slim to none after getting that rock to the spine.

- One word to describe the relationship: intense

- Everyone loves aggressively and frequently

- Hard to say if there's some kind of "balance" between the four of you. Even Carne, though silent, is just as clingy and touchy as Cioccolata and Secco

- Oh yeah btw you're never going to be left alone

- Even on missions, even if Doppio insists you go alone, they don't care. I really think these three men take Doppio or Diavolo's words as just a suggestion.

- Secco is the worst offender. His clinginess is overwhelming. He'll always insist that he holds your hand, your waist, any bit of skin he can get his hands on

- And he's just as determined that you give him the same attention. He'll always want you to pet him, to sing the same praises as Cioccolata, give him some special treatment w extra sugar cubes or kisses. Your attention is very addicting

- Cioccolata and Carne on the other hand? They're around you just to get a rise out of you

- Like I know Carne stepped closer to Mista just because he thought it was funny that it annoyed him

- They both love to scare and prod at you. Cioccolata does all the talking and teasing for the both of them, wheress Carne just likes to stare and hold you

- The unwavering eye contact could make anyone squirm and a low rumble erupts from his chest when Carne knows he's getting to you

- While it's fairly easy to fluster Secco and (kind of) Carne back, it's become a game between you and Cioccolata to see how you could make the surgeon blush

- He rolls his eyes when you act sweet, he laughs and plays along when you try to get intimate and tease him, you could show up at his door covered in blood and his face doesn't grow warm

- The secret? Join in on one of his tapes, he wants to see you revel in the adrenaline rush of murder.

- It's the action that gets blood rushing to his cheeks, it's the fact that he's sharing the experience with you and Secco. No secret that the doctor has a twisted sense of joy and romance, he loves taping the "dates" he has with you because of this

- It's like a lil scrapbook, y'know? Fond memories with you and Secco <3

- Sometimes Carne joins in on the fun, but he's rather camera shy, so he's the director. While you three are making out sloppy style, his hand is in the corner frame giving a small thumbs up.