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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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🩸Not A Fair Punishment |Risotto x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: this one shot is a dark lemon, containing dark themes. this one shot is rated MA, only for 18+. this one shot contains noncon (period), humiliation, vibrator torture, mental abuse, threats, strong language, suicide mention, as well as blood.

"If you wouldn't have disobeyed him then you wouldn't be in this situation," Prosciutto muttered as he crouched down in front of you, placing his soft fingers under your chin, raising your trembling head. No- your entire body was trembling. "You can't go behind our back Y/N, it isn't okay." His face was stern yet soft at the same time, his blue eyes staring at you, thankfully not trailing down to look at your nude body. He wasn't like that.. you respected him for that.

You've been on your knees for hours, vibrator on high plunged deep inside of your womanhood, not giving you a single second of a break. Your hands were balled into fists, resting on the red carpet of Risotto's office floor. His desk was in front, the desk that he made you kneel in front of as he lectured you on the dangers of going behind his back, then leaving you here with Prosciutto to further your embarrassment. All you did was complete a mission that Polpo commanded you do alone- you were just doing your fucking job and this was what you got.

He confronted you days after the mission, right when your period started like he was waiting. He knew that you would listen to him because you respected him deeply, just as you would listen if you were left with Prosciutto. It was a deep betrayal of your love and trust, using the love that you had against you. Fuck.. it worked. Tears finally filled your eyes as you stared at Prosciutto- you felt yourself breaking.

Period blood stained the vibrator and the red carpet beneath you- the vibrator's gentle hum ringing throughout your ears, driving you as mad as the feeling of it inside of you, unmoving and fucking frustrating. "I was doing my job, I don't deserve to be humiliated in front of you! What if everyone finds out and I'm humiliated more, they already think I'm weak and now they're going to do this to me too!" You sobbed, snatching your face away from his gentle grasp, ashamed to even be touched. "Don't touch me!"

"Risotto and I aren't going to tell anyone- I already asked him to agree to that one condition if I agreed to watch you. They aren't going to fuck you, don't be scared," he said softly, placing his hand on your bare shoulder.

"You'll never see me the same again- you will look at me and always see this! I'm.. I'm going to kill myself! I can't live with this humiliation!" You screamed, feeling yourself go mad from the hours spent having to do this.. it hurt. Your knees stung, red from carpet burn due to hours of kneeling but Risotto didn't give a fuck about that. Your were making a bloody mess all over yourself and the vibrator was starting to hurt, your pussy cramping from the discomfort that it was causing. You.. you couldn't do this anymore.

Just as you ended your final sentence Risotto entered, his red eyes and black sclera landing right on you as soon as he entered. His thin white brows pulled into a scowl, perfectly chiseled face still so beautiful even as his entire face twisted into anger.. but it was a calm anger. Always, he knew how to compose himself. "Thank you for watching her Prosciutto, I think I'm going to take over now."

Prosciutto sighed, lifting your head up with a little more force, making sure that you couldn't snatch your head away. He didn't look at you with angry, his face completely calm. "I will never look at you any different Y/N, we are friends and we always will be. This.. pretend it never happened once it's over and please just listen and behave. Don't say or do anymore foolish things," he muttered, light beads of sweat forming on his smooth forehead as he pulled away from you, standing up. He ran a hand through his short blond locks, pushing down the few out of place strains as he walked by Risotto, nodding his head as he left, leaving you to be fucking tortured more.

As soon as the door closed your head dropped to the floor, low sobs escaping your mouth as fear coursed throughout your entire quivering naked body. This was a fear that was at least eased when Prosciutto around because he always tried so protect you- even while having sex with him he was gentle. You felt at ease around him and to have that leave and your furious boss enter- the one who was punishing you in the first place.. you felt that ease fade away. You could only fear him right now, not feeling an ounce of the love that you always feel for him.

"I'll beat the shit out of you if you ever threaten to kill yourself again. If you attempt to kill yourself I'll find you and make you regret attempting something so fucking foolish," he hissed sharply, his deep voice making you visibly flinch. His footsteps were silent but you felt him coming, his tall shadow casting over you, staring at how pathetic you were. "If you complete a mission alone then you tell me beforehand so I know where you are. If you get fucking killed your blood will be in my hands and my hands are already filthy enough."

Sorbet and Gelato, you though, not daring to say their names because Risotto commanded you all to never speak of them again. Forget that they ever existed but the chair they sat in remains cold and untouched, like Sorbet and Gelato would be one day filling those seats again, complaining right along with Ghiacco about how you are the most underpaid and under appreciated in the familia. The blood of them, it didn't just stain his hands- it stayed your entire teams. A fallen teammate meant a lost family member, your team was your family.

You shook your head, tears clouding your vision and snot running down your nose, trailing down your chin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you but he told me not to tell you! I-I didn't mean any harm, why are you doing this to me!" You yelled, slamming your fist against the carpet, punching the ground. "I can't do this anymore, I can't take it!" The pain in your now red knuckles.. it wasn't taking away from the pain you felt from the vibrator. So many hours.. you rather be dead.

"Don't you let this happen again.. I won't be so generous next time." He crouched in front of you, reaching between your legs, turning it off as he slowly pulled it out of you, the period blood providing a slick entrance and leave but it still was embarrassing. "Turn around and stick your ass in the air. I'm going to fuck you, understand? We've had sex plenty of times so stop being scared."

"You're going to hurt me, I don't want you to hurt me! Please just let me go, I'm so scared. I learned my lesson," you sobbed, trembling becoming violent as you tried to scoot away from him, being stopped by his large hand wrapping around your wrist, holding you firm in place. "No," you cried softly, lowering your head even further so he couldn't see your face, your hair providing a curtain.

He sighed, "I'm going to be as gentle as possible. Having that vibrator in you and Prosciutto watch you was your punishment, now I just want to fuck you because seeing you naked makes my dick hard. Look me in the eyes, don't hide your face from me. I'm not a monster.. I did what I had to do in order to teach you a lesson that you needed to learn." His grip on your wrist loosened, leaving you room to snatch yourself away but you didn't.

You looked up at him, letting him see your disgusting face. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying tears that still leaked from your eyes- snot still running from your nose, dripping down your chin because you didn't bother to wipe it. "I'm on my period, it's gross," you whispered, staring at him with a helpless stare, hoping that he would show mercy on you.

Risotto let go of your wrist, dropping his hand to your womanhood, shoving to fingers inside of you. "I'm a grown ass man, I'm not scared of period blood," he said sharply, pulling his fingers out of you, raising the bloody fingers to his mouth. He kept eye contact with you, two drops of blood running down his hands as he stuck the two bloody fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. "Bend over, I'll be quick and I'll give you a bath and keep you in my bed tonight. Just don't tell the others.. I don't want them knowing a thing except for Prosciutto."

Your eyes widened, face turning a bright red before you quickly turned over, spreading your legs and sticking your ass out, arching your back. You let a pained groan escape your lips as he instantly entered you, his massive cock slowly pushing in and out of you, your blood providing lubricant. His right hand brushed through your hair gently, left arm snaking around your waist.

"I have to protect you, I have to keep you safe so please understand that. The bond that I have with you is so strong that I'll instantly fall apart if you die and so will Prosciutto," he whispered as if someone other then yourself was listening but nobody was- the apartment was completely empty, only holding the two of you. "I'm not sorry for what I did and I would do it again if you crossed me again, but next time I'll put one in your ass as well so both holes will be bleeding. Don't let that happen," he thrusted three times before cuming inside of you, being quick and gentle as he promised.

You closed your eyes, not feeling a single ounce of pleasure from any of this. Being tortured like this didn't turn you on, it made your pussy cramp, lips swollen and throbbing. You liked gentle sex with Risotto, not humiliating period sex.. this humiliation would always be with you. You couldn't forget because this was going to be too hard to forget. One small mistake and you suffered lasting effects..

He pulled out of you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, silver hair gently tickling your shoulder blade. "Every thing I do, I do it for you," he muttered, arms tightly wrapping around your waist. "You're mine.. you won't be dying anytime soon on Prosciutto and I."

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ravenzeppeli · 1 month

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Stained Red |Yandere DIO x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong/violent language, threats, extreme physical violence/abuse, noncon (forced, violent), dark themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse. MA - read with caution.

As soon as your fiancé Dio Brando entered your room, you were met with a harsh slap, causing you to fall back on your bed. You could only assume that he was upset at you, his golden eyes holding pure anger as he stared down at you with disgust and rage.

"When I give you an order you fucking listen. I told you to not go outside and you snuck out when I was asleep and you disobeyed me completely," he spoke to you harshly. His undead bare chest heaved up and down, hands balling into fists as his blond locks stood wild and untamed. "How dare you. How fucking dare you!"

You tried to push yourself off of the bed, but you were greeted by his fist crashing into your left cheek, blood spraying out of your mouth as you fell to your right hand side on the mattress. "Y-you.." Tears of pain filled your eyes as blood leaked from your mouth. A deep purple bruise formed on your cheek, his punch almost breaking your jaw.

"Don't you dare fucking move! Stay on this bed and bleed out a little.. I promise you that you'll be in a lot more pain soon." He stood close to the bed now, knees pressing against the mattress as he watched you bleed onto the white sheets, staining them red.

You lifted a shaky hand, ripping the diamond engagement ring off of your finger. You threw it at his face, the ring bouncing off of his forehead before hitting the floor. "I.. I will not marry you!" You screamed at him, taking advantage of the shock on his face as you scooted away from him, making your way down the king-sized bed.

For the first time in your ten months of knowing Dio, this was the first time that you ever saw him shocked, frozen as he stared at you in utter disbelief. You felt his fingers wrap around your ankle, yanking you down the bed. "I'm going to hurt you.. I'm going to make you regret doing something so foolish! That was the worst thing that you've ever done."

You tried to kick him, but his reflexes were too powerful. He caught your other leg with ease, letting go of your other leg as you felt your dress rip off of your body. "No! No.. I don't want this! Get the fuck away from me!" You yelled at him, making him even angrier.

He flipped you over, forcing your back to arch as your underwear was ripped off and thrown to that side. "You're going to get punished like a whore.. you are not going to get any joy from this." Without warning you felt his hands spread apart your ass, his hard erection forcing its way into your tight asshole. "I wasn't going to punish you like this but you will not throw things at I, DIO!" He yelled at you, pushing fully inside of you as his hands smacked across your ass, leaving red handprints.

"A-ah!" You screamed out, hot tears spilling from your ass as he stretched your tight hole out forcefully. "P-please!" You screamed louder, sobbing weakly as he began to move in and out of you, a sharp pain behind every single thrust. Why was he doing this to you? Hurting you.. it wasn't love.

"Begging isn't going to make me stop or go easier on you.. that ring was expensive, and you throw it in my face?" He questioned, disbelief thick in his tone as he wrapped his hands around your waist, fingernails digging into your side as he moved at a rapid pace, ignoring your cries of pain. "I dare you to try and fight back.. you can even use your stand. I fucking dare you to try you bitch."

He was taunting you.. he knew damn well that you nor your stand could fight him off. Slap sounds filled the air as he slammed himself in and out of your tight hole - you didn't feel an ounce of pleasure. All you felt was pain and a deep heartbreak.. you thought that he was going to change.

Instead of fighting back like he dared you, you pressed your face into fur soft mattress, muffling your screams as you felt blood running down your legs as his nails cut into your flesh. His nails were as sharp as knives, drawing blood from you easily.

"Come on.. fight me you little bitch. I bet this is so painful and embarrassing but you're big and bad, right? Stop me," he taunted you even further, rolling his hips as he pressed your body fully onto the bed, removing his fingernails from your sides. "See? You'll never be able to fight me. From the moment I laid eyes on you.. I claimed you. You are my property."

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," you cried out, voice muffled. Pain shot through your body as he moved faster, each stroke more painful than the last. "I'm sorry.. I promise.. just please," you didn't even know what you were saying. You just wanted the pain to go away.. that's all you wanted.

"I promise that the next time you cross me, this will seem like child's play. Let this happen again and I'll beat you to a pulp and then fuck all three of your holes for hours. I'll tie you to the bed and torture you," his voice was low, warning as he gave you three more painful thrusts before cuming deep inside of your anus.

You felt something press into your anus, plugging up the tight hole and assuring that his cum wouldn't leak out of you. Your cheeks and ass held sore.. blood still pouring from your hips and staining your legs with deep red. You felt so disgusting and you were so embarrassed.. you were never going to forget this day. You fucking hated him.

"That was your last warning.. keep my cum inside of your ass for the rest of the night as a reminder. I'm going to go run you a bath because you're filthy but don't expect special treatment tonight. You don't deserve to be kissed or cuddled." He walked away, heading to the bathroom and leaving you a sobbing mess.

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You sat in the bathtub, red staining the water as tears filled your eyes, rolling down your bruised cheeks. You disobeyed him again.. you upset him, and he attacked you. So easily did he hurt you, and you couldn't stand it anymore. So badly, did you now want to escape his evil grasp, knowing that despite how much you love him, he'll never change.

You felt his cold golden eyes peering at you as he sat across from you on the toilet seat. He didn't take his eyes off of you, and you wished that he did.. you wished that he would just leave you alone. Why you? Out of everyone that DIO has encountered, why did he pick you to be his? You now feel like the unluckiness woman in the entire universe.

"Why must you always upset me? Why do you always force me to hurt you?" His voice called out, tone filled with thick anger. "You have no choice in the matter of staying with me. You are my property, and you will marry me and spend eternity with me."

You brought your knees up to your chest, burying your face in your knees as sobs escaped your lips. These sobs weren't low. They were loud and pained as your body shook in the warm water. You couldn't contain yourself in this moment.. your tears couldn't be silent because you were truly hurt - you finally cracked. He finally broke you.. and it hurt so fucking bad because you thought that he changed.

You felt his cool hand appear on your back, and you flinched away, "Please don't.. please don't hurt me anymore! Please," you cried out, voice cracking at the end as you held yourself tighter. "Just.. kill me. Please k-kill me," you said in a shaky voice. Death was terrifying, but it would end the pain.. you wouldn't have to spend an eternity in fear.

His hand stayed frozen, an unsettling silence filling the air as you felt his eyes peering down at you. "Despite what you may think of me, I would never kill you, so don't you ever ask me to again," his voice dropped to a whisper, warning you. "If you act obedient that I wouldn't have to hurt you. You did this to yourself."

"You.. you beat me, and you force me.. you.. you," you shook your head, tears filling your cloud of vision. You couldn't do this.. arguing with him will make things worse, and having to say these painful truths aloud was breaking you into even more pieces.

"When you disobey me and disrespect me, then you will suffer the consequences. As your man, it is my right to be in control of you. The sooner you fully accept that, the less that I have to hurt you." Oddly enough, his voice was now soft and soothing. He was like a switch, switching from one emotion to the next when it came to you. It was terrifying. "If you want to go outside, then I will go with you when the sun sets."

The hot water was now turning warm. All of the blood was now clean off of your sore body, but you couldn't get up. You were in so much pain that you didn't want to move, knowing that moving would make things worse. "Okay," you whispered, just accepting your defeat. You had no more fight left in you.

You blinked, shock filling your eyes as you felt the bed beneath your nude body, water still dripping off of your body as you sat on the edge of the bed, soaking freshly changed sheets. You don't understand Dio's stand a single bit, but you knew that he could move you without you knowing.

He stood in front of you, soft white towel drying your body gently. He patted the towel on every inch of your body, ignoring the embarrassed blush that appeared on your lips as he dried your breast. "Don't make me hurt you as badly as I hurt you today ever again.. just listen to me to the best of your ability and communicate with me."

"I'm scared to talk to you," you said in a low tone, hanging your head in shame as he dry patted your back. Your fear of Dio was so strong sometimes that you're afraid that you'll die of fright. Do people die of fright?

"I'm not going to hit you if you ask me for something. As your future husband, I am your provider, and it is my job to provide for you," he said softly, towel dropping to your womanhood as he spread your legs, patting the area gently. He was being extra careful, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.

Did he not realize that you were never going to forgive him deep down? You felt deep resentment at even his soft touch, fighting the urge to flinch away from him. "Okay," you repeated, feeling as if that was now going to be your go-to word for now on. You didn't know what else to say, but you knew that you were ashamed that you couldn't just leave him and escape his abusive grasps.

"I love you. I truly do love you, and I want you by my side for eternity." He finished drying you, tossing the towel casually to the side as he slipped a silk red nightgown over your head. "Tell me that you love me back."

"I love you too," you said softly, gently pulling away from him as you crawled weakly into bed. You rested your head on the fluffy pillow, feeling much too weak to pull the covers over your body. Your eyes met his soft one.. the life in your eyes was gone, and you could tell that he could notice.

The silk sheets were pulled over your body. "I'll be back before the sun rises. Vanilla Ice is currently on high alert, so don't do anything foolish." His eyes lingered over yours, tall form towering over the best and casting his dark shadow over you. "See you soon.. I will miss you."

You blinked once, and he was gone.. his dark shadow that towered over you, vanishing with you. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you slowly turned to your more comfortable side, a pained groan escaping your lips as pain shot through your entire body. You let your eyes close, welcoming sleep as swiftly as you could in hopes or waking up in less pain tomorrow. You hoped tomorrow would be a better day, but the hope that Dio Brando would turn into a good man completely left your mind.. you were never going to see him the same again.

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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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When Jealousy Strikes |Pesci x Male Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong language, light physical violence, public noncon, gun, sick/gruesome threats. MA.

Commission for @johnnybwanny

You felt a strong friendship forming between you and Prosciutto, one that made you feel safe and secure. Having him around to guide you made adjusting to this new lifestyle easier. Following around Prosciutto and Pesci on missions was great. Both men were amazing to work with in their own ways, but Pesci sometimes got a little weird. You couldn't understand it, but when he saw you laughing at Prosciutto, he would grow silent, immediately walking off or getting on his phone. What was with him?

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but you decided just yo ignore your feelings. Maybe you were being paranoid. Maybe Pesci was just a really shy guy, and he got awkward sometimes. Still, despite wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, you felt that weird feeling in your chest every time he would get quiet and walk away.

As you always forced yourself to do, you shook away all of those bad feelings, leaning against the wall of the base, deciding to get some fresh air outside tonight. For some odd reason, you felt uncomfortable being around Pesci, not liking the way that he was looking at you as Prosciutto, and you discussed matters that only pertained to work.

Honestly, maybe you shouldn't have kissed Pesci back when he kissed you last month. That kiss.. it was something that he wouldn't bring up, awkwardly walking away after the long, sloppy kiss. What was with him?

You sighed, shaking your head as you kicked a pebble that was on the ground, your body turning towards the door when you heard the heavy metal door slowly open, Pesci stepping out. A smile was on his thin lips, a small one that made you feel uneasy.

"Hey Y/N," Pesci spoke to you softly, "Risotto said that you and I need to go on a mission now. We need to pick up an envelope of money from the bar down the street." His smile widened slightly, his eyes practically staring into your soul.

You nodded your head; despite immediately feeling as if something was wrong. This was a normal part of your job, but something about this time seemed off. Part of you wanted to attempt to turn him down, maybe by saying you had a stomachache or you felt unwell. But no - you couldn't do that. You couldn't make yourself out to be weak to your entire team. Like the others, you needed to be tough and ready for anything.

"It's dark out. We best get a move on. We can take a shortcut if you just follow me." As you opened your mouth to speak, he began walking down the dim-lit alleyway, causing you to quickly follow after him, not wanting to get lost or left behind.

You jogged a little to keep up with him; he was moving down the alley much faster than usual, making you immediately grow wary. Pesci was the type of guy who liked to take strolls, never wasting his time with shortcuts or walking at a fast pace when an errand needed to be run.

"You and Prosciutto seem close," he mutteted, staring straight ahead, his face hard as you finally got a glance of him under a light illuminating from the moon. The hardness in his face.. it wasn't something that you were used to seeing from Pesci. He wasn't a cruel guy, his face only ever growing dark in rare situations at work. "Do you have feelings for him? Do you want to date him?"

He made a hard left, you hesitantly following behind him. You suddenly froze when you saw a dead-end, backing away slowly. He was faster then you, dashing towards you with all of his speed to grab your wrist, snatching you forward roughly, your arms shooting up as you crashed into the brick wall roughly, falling to the ground.

You fell on your side roughly, the wind practically being knocked out of your lungs as you struggled to catch your breath. Quickly, you scrambled into the alleyway corner as he approached you, reaching for your gun, your heart instantly tightening when you felt nothing but emptiness in your leather gun holder.

"You are such a foolish boy," Pesci snapped at you, your gun in his hands, being pointed directly at you. "What's your fucking problem!? You can't just lead someone on and then flirt with their closest friend right in front of them!"

As realization hit of what he was talking about, you couldn't help but feel confused, never flirting with Prosciutto in the first place. "What are you talking about? I'm not flirting with Prosciutto. He's just helping me!"

He shook his head, "Do you want to die? Because all I have to do is tell Risotto an enemy killed you, and he'll believe me. You're so new that nobody will question me for even a second." He stepped towards you, squatting down, pressing the gun against your forehead, forcing your head to press against the rough corner of the brick wall.

"Pesci," you spoke softly, staring into his eyes as fear filled your entire body, causing you to freeze up. "Why are you doing this to me? I've never done anything to you." You saw something completely different in his eyes. You saw a monster. He wasn't your friend anymore.. he was now your enemy.

He sighed, "Why do you think? You kissed me back. You're supposed to be my boyfriend." His eyes trailed down your body, resting on your cock. "Lower your pants and underwear."

"What?" You questioned, shock filling your entire body at his command. Did he just.. was he going too.. no. This wasn't something that he was capable of. "We're friends, Pesci. I don't.. I'm not going to take my pants off. Don't do this. Let's just hurry and pick up the money. We have work to do." Maybe reminding him that you had a mission to complete would save you.

He laughed, actually finding amusement in your fear. "I lied. Risotto said nothing." That statement suddenly made you lose all hope that you had, that being your only true escape from this situation. "If I have to ask you that question about your pants again.. I'll be giving these bricks a fresh coat of paint with your blood and brain matter."

That caused you to quickly unfasten your belt, lowering your pants and underwear, revealing your limp cock, finding no arousal in this situation. You only felt fear, shame, complete humiliation.. why was he doing something so terrible to you? You didn't even know he liked you for fucks sake!

The gun suddenly lowered to your cock, the metal rubbing your limp cock, his eyes lowering to stare at your cock. "Very nice," he muttered, the compliment and the smooth metal causing your cock to suddenly spring to life, your body betraying you. "I knew that you would like this.. I won't hurt you if you're a good boy. Do you really think I want to kill you? I just.. I want you to be mine, but I have to punish you for flirting with Prosciutto."

"You have a gun to my cock," you sobbed, a few tears escaping your eyes, your fear causing you to shake as you imagined the gun accidently going off, your cock blowing into pieces. Your cock fully hardened, causing more tears to escape your eyes. "Please dint hurt me."

"I just said I won't hurt you if you're a good boy, and you better be a good and submissive boy. Do you understand me? Don't try anything funny or you'll get a hook in your cock," he threatened, the gun slowly trailing down your cock once more before he put it away. "Now.. I want you to stay still for me. Okay? Don't move. You do not want to fuck with a man that has his cock in your mouth."

You nodded your head, sniffling as he leaned down, your eyes landing on the gun that was tucked in his leather gun holder. So easily could you grab it and blow his fucking brains out for doing something so sick to you. What kind of man does this to someone that they want to date? It was obvious Pesci lacked any normal understanding of relationships.

"I'll bite your cock off if you try anything," he threatened as he kissed the shaft of your cock. You bit down on your lip as he took your full length into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down. Greedily, he sucked on your cock, wet sucking sounds echoing throughout the empty alleyway.

You hated this, you fucking hated this. Low moans escaped your lips - you hated that you liked this so much. A whine escaped your lips as he slowly laid you down slightly, a finger suddenly finding your tight hole, massaging the wrinkly folds with his finger as he continued to suck, causing your moans to suddenly grow louder.

You felt it but you didn't want it to happen, you didn't want to fill his mouth with cum but as his tongue swirled around your shaft as he sucked, his finger continuing to lightly massage your hole, you shot a thick load of cum in his mouth, a grunted moan escaping your lips as he continued to suck, only pulling away after you muttered please.

He rose up, his lips roughly crashing into yours, filling your mouth with your own cum. You forced yourself to swallow it, face growing a bright red as precum escaped your twitching cock. "You're my boyfriend now, and you will never talk to Prosciutto again unless necessary," he snapped at you, his lips roughly crashing into yours again before you could reply, his hands possessivly wrapping around your waist.

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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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🩸A Lesson to Never Be Forgotten |Yandere Formaggio x Reader Dark Lemon|

Warning: strong/violent language, physical abuse, extreme threats, drugging, humiliation/degrading, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, blood, violence, gunplay, abuse, noncon (nonconsentual) MA.

You snuck back into your shared apartment with Formaggio as quietly as you possibly could, gently closing the door behind you. You locked the door, the click of the lock causing you to jump. Fuck - that was too loud. Any sudden movement and your husband would hear you. You couldn't make any sudden -

"Hello Y/N," Formaggio's deep voice filled your ears, sounding low and meanicing as you heard his footsteps slowly creep towards you. Tap, tap, tap. "Wow, I am extremely proud of you. To pull off such a brilliant stunt without me catching on. How long?" Tap, tap, tap - his footsteps were growing louder.

You went to speak but froze when you suddenly heard the familiar rattle that you knew oh so well. Oh fuck.. he found them, you hid them so well. How did he find them? You placed your hand on the doorknob, going to turn it but freezing once you felt the pill bottle hit the back of your head. It caused a light sharp pain, causing you to freeze up once more, knowing how easy it would be for him to catch you.

As soon as you married him he showed you his true colors, your once normal life suddenly being completely taken over by him. As you tried to escape him he easily found you, confessing that his waste management job was actually a completely different profession, confessing that he was a hitman in the mafia. He had been for years - as a matter of fact he was ranked up fairly highly, so highly that he could easily get away with killing you.

He taunted you that day, making fun of you and tearing you down; he would always be able to track you down and find you, and he made it clear to you that night how extreme he would get to teach you a lesson. Since then, you've gotten weaker, more fearful.. the pills were a way for you to have freedom and not deal with his random outbursts of anger at night. You've been.. doing this for six months, constantly breaking into your local drug store with your stand to keep him stabilized. Carefully, you hid the pill bottle in a place he never went in the laundry room, hidden under a loose tile by the dryer. How did he find them?

You heard his gun click, causing instant fear to race throughout your entire body. Tap, tap, tap. Suddenly, you felt the cold barrel press to the back of your head, him forcing your forehead to press up against the wooden door. "Did you not fucking hear me, bitch?" He questioned, this time anger in his tone, all smoothness erased. "Lie to me and I'll blow your brains all over this door. You better be honest."

"Six months," you whispered, the gun instantly leaving your head after you said that, instead being replaced by his hand as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, suddenly dragging you back. "I'm sorry! I.. I don't know what I was thinking!"

A dry laugh escaped his lips as he dragged you through the hallway, you shrugging to stay to your feet as he finally drug you into your shared bedroom with him. With ease, he picked you up and slammed you on the bed, your body roughly hitting the mattress, bouncing back up to collide with his body. He leaned over you, his body stiff and still as you collided with him, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing.

"You cheating cunt," he snapped at you, spitting in your face. A whimper escaped your lips as his spit coated your face, tears filling your eyes as he squeezed harder, your face heating up. "You're drugging me to fuck another man. I'm going to fucking destroy you, I told you not to cheat."

You quickly tried shaking your head, unable to move it. "W-what? Cheat?" You questioned, genuinely shocked of being accused of something so insane. Why would you cheat on him? You didn't want another man in your life. You wanted no man in your life. If Formaggio died at work, and you hoped and prayed he would die every single day, you would take all his money and move to Alaska. You would live alone, only caring for yourself and maybe a cat or dog, but never would you seek out another man.

"Huh," he muttered, loosening his grip on your neck slightly. "Then why? Why the fuck have you been drugging me for six months? And why did I catch you sneaking back into the house?" His voice seemed to slightly lighten up.

"I wanted a break from you, and when you're drugged, you're weak until you fall asleep. It was easier then being around you and dealing with your abuse," you told him, causing him to let go of your neck. "I leave the house at night to take walks since I'm never allowed out of the house."

He shook his head, raising his hand and roughly smacking it across your face. "You not cheating.. it just saved you your arms and legs. I know a doctor. He was going to surgically remove them. I'm so glad I trained you well enough not to lie to me, and even if you do, I can tell." He let another dry laugh escape his lips, slapping you again before he grabbed your shirt with both hands, ripping it off of you. "Still, you could have killed me. You wanted to kill me."

You shook your head, cheek throbbing from where he slapped you. As you opened your mouth to speak, his fist instantly crashed into your cheek, a loud pop filling your ears as you felt your jaw cracked. You felt your face wet, wet with your blood as your jaw throbbed.

"Stupid fucking cunt," he sneered as he got off of you, snatching the shoes off of your feet as he violently ripped off your jeans and underwear, almost dragging you off of the bed as he tugged the tight blue jeans off. "Fucking drugging me? How stupid are you, brainless cunt, spread your legs open before I shove the barrel of my gun down your throat!" He snapped suddenly, taking his gun out from the back of his jeans, pointing it at you.

Quickly, you spread your legs, trying to control your sudden uncontrollable shaking throughout your entire body. You wanted to be anywhere, but here, instant regret filling your body for what you've done. The foolish decision to have a few months of privacy might have just cost you your entire life.

"You belong to me, you're my fucking slut. You're mine to kill," he spoke, his voice suddenly dropping to a dark mutter. He stepped closer, the gun suddenly pressing against your clit. "Looks like you've gotten too comfortable. That's really sad.. I really wanted to keep you. You really were a good slut for the time being."

You were afraid to speak, afraid of him punching you in the face again, but you had to attempt to speak. You swallowed the blood that rested in the back of your throat as the gun slide down your clit, lining up with your entrance. "I'll never do it again, I'm really sorry," you choked out, flinching when he raised his hand at you, causing a laugh to escape his lips. "Please don't... please."

He tilted his head to the side slightly, green eyes filled with nothing but pure evil; you saw the devil in his eyes, possessing him to be one of the sickest human beings alive. You hated him, a pained cry escaping your lips as you felt the gun press into your hole, forcing itself in without any lube, the metal scraping against your insides as your pain cry turned into a sob, your legs trembling as you struggled to hold them up.

"You really thought you could play me like that? God, you're such a dumb cunt," he taunted, slowly pumping the gun in and out of you. "This is all you're good for.. you're only good for being a slut." He laughed, a little manically as he picked up the pace, thrusting the gun Iim and out of you with force. "You're so fucking dead."

Tears filled your eyes, pouring down your cheeks as you felt yourself growing wet, a mixture of your wetness and blood. "P-please don't kill me, Formaggio," you sobbed, your voice shaky.

"P-please don't kill me, Formaggio," he mimicked, laughing louder as he grabbed your bra, lifting it up to reveal your breasts. "Rub your fucking clit bitch!" He yelled suddenly, his free hand roughly smacking your breast.

You let go of your leg, keeping them in the air, despite how much it hurt to keep your legs in such an uncomfortable position. Your hand dropped to your clit, rubbing slightly as your sobs grew louder.

"Nah," Formaggio snapped, smacking your right breast as hard as he could, leaving a red handprint behind. "Rub as fast as you can, or I'm pulling the trigger now!" You felt his boner in his pants, rubbing up against your thigh. You felt a wetness on your thigh, more sobs escaping your mouth when you realize that your pain had made him cum in his pants. Just by your suffering.. he was enjoying it.

You began to rub your clit with two fingers as fast as you could, your sobs uncontrollable as the gun continued to pump in and out of you. Your entire body felt a raw, cramping pain. It was agonizing, and you just wanted it to be over. You wanted to beg but you knew that begging only got him off. It was so hard not to beg for him to stop; you just wanted him to fucking stop.

"I had my fun with you," he said suddenly, his face going completely dark. "It's time to dispose of the fucking trash once and for all."

After he said that, he pulled the trigger, causing your eyes to close, your entire body violently shaking as you felt yourself piss all over the gun, fear, and pain taking over your body. But wait.. you weren't dead, and he was laughing at you again, his laugh taunting as he pulled the gun out of you, tossing it to the side.

"It wasn't loaded you dumb cunt. That's a brand new gun I bought, shits never been loaded," Formaggio told you, shaking his head as he shook his hand, droplets of your piss coating your still shaking thighs. "You fucking baby. You pissed all over the gun? Ha! Dumb cunt!"

You dropped your legs, immediately curling into a ball, hiding your face from him. The sobs were uncontrollable, your body still not being able to stop shaking from the pain and utter humiliation that you just went through.

"I bet you'll never cross me again, huh cunt?" He questioned, grabbing you, pulling you into his lap. "You're never leaving the house again. You're mine." He wrapped his arms around you, reaching a hand down to touch your pussy.

You cried softly, burying your head in his chest as his fingers examined your swollen and throbbing area. You felt yourself being lifted into the air, his arms securing around your body as he began carrying you bridal style out of the bedroom.

"I'm going to clean you up and put you to bed. I wouldn't want my pretty little wife getting an infection and dying," he said, voice suddenly filling with a sick kindness. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much, and that is why I hurt you." He led you into the bathroom, turning the lights on as he sat you down on the toilet, placing a kiss on your lips. "Do you love me?"

You nodded your head weakly as you leaned back on the cool porcelain toilet, the bitter coolness causing a whine to escape your lips. "I.. love you, Formaggio."

He smiled, "I'm glad to see you behaving again. That makes me really happy." He turned away from you, leaning down as he turned the bathtub water on. "Don't forget.. if you ever cross me again, the gun will be fully loaded next time."

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