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queenuchiha89 · 5 months

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If requests are open can I request an itachi x little sister fic where he noncons her and forces her to call him onii-chan?🤤

I am happy to oblige! Enjoy! 👹

*** NSFW ***

*** TW.NONCON ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI ***

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

This story contains noncon, incest, forced breeding, humiliation, degredation, and pet names. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

She grunted under the weight of her older brother, and squirmed as she tried to push him off of her. It was useless. He outweighed her by nearly 50 pounds- all 50 of which- were pure muscle. There was no chance of her escaping our from under him, and she knew it. In defeat, she began to silently cry as he looked down at her with a malicious smirk. "Itachi why are you doing this?!" She cried out, shaking and terrified by her brother's aggressions towards her. Itachi pinned his sister's arms down to the bed, and forced on of his legs up between hers, opening them. "because you need to learn that a little sister's purpose... Is to serve her older brother..." He growled as he licked the tears off of one of her rosy cheeks. Her eyes grew wide in fear, as she could feel the fully hard length of his manhood pressing against her now bare stomach, and she realized what he was about to do to her. "i-itachi no! Please don't!" She cried tears streaming down her cheeks. Her cries fell on deaf ears, however. She knew it was just them at home and not many members of the clan currently at the compound. She did the her best to fight off the elder Uchiha, but she was fighting a closing battle. Within an instant, Itachi had positioned himself against the virginal opening of his sweet sister, looking down at her with a sick ferocity in his eyes. Itachi pushed his long thick cock slowly inside his sister, and she cried out in pain as itachi stretched out her virgin walls. Itachi's head fell in pleasure, savoring his sister's tightness while she writhed in pain.

Itachi began thrusting into her hard, the head of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix with every stroke. He reached down to brush the hair out of her face as she cried. "Don't cry little sis... Soon you're going to love your Onii's cock filling up that tight little pussy of yours!" Itachi said, thrusting now more viciously than before. His little sister whimpered as her stomach tightened, a strong orgasm building deep within her core, much to her horror. She shook her head back and forth violently, trying to hold back her orgasm, To not give him the satisfaction... But Itachi knew. He smirked down at her as he watched her try to fight the growing sensation. "You're going to cum aren't you?? You are a little slut aren't you??" He mocked as he felt his own orgasm beginning to pique. He grabbed her hips firmly, and looked deep into his little sister's eyes. "Call me onii-chan, little sister. I know you want to." Itachi grunted out with each thrust getting more and more aggressive and erratic. She shook her head in protest, still trying to will away her orgasm and failing, but Itachi grabbed her by the throat and activated his sharingan, forcing her to look into his eyes. "do it... Or I'll kill you right now..." He growled. Terrified and defeated by her older brother, she looked up at him and whined "o-onii-chan!" As she did her body shook and trembled as her orgasm ripped through her body, her brother's cock twitching inside her as he spilled his seed directly into her womb.

Itachi kept his cock inside her, letting it go soft, careful not to let a single drop of his seed be wasted. "you're going to be mine. I just made sure of that..." He said with a darkness in his eyes she had never seen before. He pressed his hand to her stomach just above her mound. "My little sister is going to be a mommy now..." He took her face in his hand and forcefully kissed her pouty lips. "Tell onii you love him... " He said his sharingan still activated. She swallowed hard "I-i love you... Onii-chan..." She said sniffling through tears. "good girl." He kissed her forehead. "Now go clean up before everyone gets back. If you do what I say, I'll give you more tonight when everyone's asleep..." He walked out without another word, leaving her feeling helpless and ashamed.

#itachi uchiha #itachi #uchiha itachi #tw. dark content #tw dark thoughts #itachi naruto #tw dark themes #uchiha smut #tw.noncon #tw.incest #tw imagine

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husbandhoarder · 10 months

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My self insert, living the life I wish I had:

Me, living the life I didn’t ask for:

#curator’s ramblings #meme #self ship #self insert #self ship community #selfinsert #self shipping #depressing #tw dark thoughts #tw #reality check #oc #ryan gosling #barbie #barbie 2023 #blade runner

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emypony · 1 year

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this was too good as a standalone not to post <3

HOPEFULLY WILL HAVE THE REST OF THE PARTS SOON EHEHE

anyway. being a herrscher is hard 🥺

Damn this blew up!!

Join the Honkai (very Senti and Felis centric heheee) discord!!

https://discord.gg/C56wrfSDRX

#tw eyestrain #senti #herrscher of sentience #honkai #hi3 #heheee #swinging my legs back n forth bc i had lots of fun with this one #ill post it for myself bc it was actually fun to draw all the details #I LOVE MY NEW PAINT BUCKET TOOL YEAAAA #csp godsend #been drawing for 9 hours straight oh god #sketch #doodle #honkai impact 3 #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact #hi3rd #tw dark thoughts #IM UNSURE WHAT TW TO ADD TO THIS ACTUALLY

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sapphic-agent · 16 days

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My actual worst nightmare.

If MHA was a good manga with a competent author, Izuku would use prosthetics and still fulfill his dream. But considering how the first volume went- everyone telling him he couldn't do something because of a "disability" (I use that word so lightly because in every other fictional setting it's not a disability. Even though heroes usually have powers, heroes like Batman and Iron-Man have always been part of the norm, expected to pop up even. Horikoshi decided to make that a minority, and then never address it) without even letting him try- I sincerely doubt it.

I fear Hori won't even give him prosthetics (don't ask me why, it's just a feeling I have that he would put the fact that Izuku has no arms on display to make it "sentimental." Giving him proper assistive devices would be too humane for him to do to Izuku), have him quit heroics, and then make him watch from the sidelines as Bakugou becomes the #1.

(Of course, he'll try to frame it as Bakugou honoring Izuku by fulfilling his dream for him. Yet again giving Bakugou the spotlight while Izuku's pain and trauma is ignored)

And without his quirk, that's just more incentive for Horikoshi to push the story that way. Basically undoing everything he set up in the beginning of his story. The victim gets stripped of the power he earned, becomes physically disabled with no form of support, and witnesses his abuser get everything he wants.

Somehow, that's more twisted than anything Gege could have come up with.

(Or he'll somehow take it all back which means everything was for nothing in the end)

#anti bakugou katsuki #mha critical #bnha critical #izuku deserves better #tw ableism #mha is kinda full of that #tw dark thoughts #i kinda went morbid there #sorry #i just have a bad feeling #i do not trust that mf #i can really see him doing this #i hope i'm wrong #that's the real worst ending #horikoshi critical

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sickskies · 2 years

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People will never understand the dark satisfaction I feel when my vision clouds with black dots.

People will never understand the adoration I see myself with when I wipe my mouth and stare at my red rimmed eyes.

People will never understand the delight I feel when I run my fingers along the outlines of my ribcage while laying down.

Sane people will never understand.

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unearthlore · 4 days

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"Chronicles"

Read tags first if you don't have filters up

CW for the gray one: it addresses me and 'flips over' hopelessness as a comforting, validating concept

The Torlure journey

💡 Talking about this is comforting, empowering and a great educational record of my existence ⚠️

#dark content #dark thoughts #tw dark content #tw dark thoughts #death mention tw #death ment tw

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my-lovely-writing · 2 months

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Notes: Okay, wow, this is actually a pretty dark one for me. Please, please check the tw tags before clicking read more. But hey, at least it's not so long this time.

The villain stumbled into their office, dazedly, leaning against the wall with their hands pressed against their ears and jagged claw marks trailing crimson down their cheeks. They didn't shut the door. They were wheezing but they couldn't hear their own breaths, their mind a white cavern of nothingness for the awful, terrible voices to echo through, to rebound off of and carve through like an angry horde of gnats.

"My boyfriend hits me and I let him because I don't have the money to leave."

"If I knew I wouldn't get caught, I would hurt someone."

"I killed my dad once. He was old and suffering. The night terrors have never stopped."

"Staying alive is an act of self-sacrifice. I don't want it, not after everything."

"Someone once told me to—"

And then there were soft hands on Villain's wrists, pulling them away from their face. Hero. The villain let out a hiss, drowned out by the pure madness in their own mind, as their broken skin clung to where they kept digging in their nails in a desperate bid to somehow rip it out, to tear it away like what they done to the hero.

"Please," the villain begged. They didn't bother hiding what they felt. They licked their bloody lips. "Please, Hero, take it back."

As if their own stolen power was mocking them, Villain heard the hero's voice both inside their own head and from their mouth as they spoke:

"I only ever became a hero in the hopes that someone would take it from me, that someone would want to know things." The hero's smile had the nerve to be pitying. "All the secrets in the world are yours now." They left off the, "And you're theirs."

And then they turned and left.

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sweetbonbon · 11 months

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I need isolation. I need to be alone not only for me but for others I being out the worst in everyone an amplifier of the worst in people. I’m a bad person. There’s a lot of bad people. It would just be better for everyone if I was isolated

#borderline personality disorder #bpd feels #bpd stuff #bpd love #bpd problems #bpd vent #mentally fucked #mental illness #tw mentally ill #tw dark thoughts

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elpida · 1 month

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* if you die on me after everything i’ve done for you… i’ll never forgive you. (For Eris)

"Why have you come back for me?" she asked in a softer voice than she'd normally use. "I'm not worth the price of coming back Rick, I'm not. That's such a big price to pay when..." she gestured to the outside, he'd been out there again. She didn't realise at first, that what he was really referring to, was the evidence on her night stand. The evidence of just how low Eris had been feeling, the words she'd never really vocalise because she was the tough one, good Amorello who just battled on, that's who they all saw, who she let people see, but she didn't let people see the woman who'd sacrificed so much. The woman that just wanted to be able to sleep again, he'd given her that back and then it was gone, snatched away from her for the best reason she could have ever needed. No good reason changed that Eris had been alone.

She had been alone, tired, she had found herself looking for him in every quiet moment, she found herself wondering if this is what she deserved. She'd earned this path, being in the CRM, maybe she'd hurt and killed too many to ever be given a shot at happiness and despite it all she was so scared to ask about Emily, in fear of hearing the worst news. If she didn't ask, if she didn't know she could continue to have that dream, that reality she had to think of because what if he'd returned, because he didn't find her? What if he returned because she was gone. Her decision would be made, no lack of decision or effort.

That's when her eyes fell to the nightstand, the consideration of method. There lay her favourite knife, that was normally tucked into the side of her boot. Then there was a bottle of alcohol and a box, filled with pills she'd been collecting. She had enough now. She even had rope to restrain herself on the bed, stop an outbreak within. The room was clinically clean, all the personality removed. She'd prepared, planned, and from the few crushed pills, tried. Anyone with a brain could look at that table and know what she'd thought about, what she'd tried to do.

"I don't have a good enough- I don't have a reason to give you that'd be enough." she admitted, hanging her head in shame but it was share how much emotion she had welled up in her chest, desperate to get out. "I had to keep thinking that you found her, that you were safe wherever you went back to with her so what was.." she shrugged her shoulders and when she looked back up across the room to him, tears had started to well up. "...what was the point in me carrying on? Year after year wondering if she stills looks like me or if she looks like my grandma, or if she still likes the end crust piece of a bread loaf or even if she still has her bunny rabbit. All of those things I had to just keep guessing. Those silly things that kept me awake at night, stopped me sleeping so in the end I thought.. well if she's safe, she's happy, then why bother? Nobody would have known, nobody would've.." her voice broke, a heart breaking choke up in her throat. "..nobody would've missed me."

She hadn't run into his arms, she hadn't made a step to his direction because he came with a woman, and she'd turned, tried to hide the fact she started crying. It was hard to talk about, but she'd tried to give him a reason. "Did-.." slow breaths. She took a few deeper breaths and kept herself turned away, a hand up to her face to rest two finges on the temples of her forehead. Did she make it? Did she make it safely? Is she somewhere safe now?" a pause, and the reason she'd not run to him. All of this torment, all she'd done, it was weighing her down and Eris was simply put, exhausted. "Was that woman that came with you, happy to have you back?" another pause. "Were you happy?"

#tw suicide #tw mention of suicide #tw dark thoughts #tw depression #eris answers #eris&rick #falling away with you #eris interactions

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queenuchiha89 · 1 month

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HIII! Anonn requesting the sequel for the Itachi violating little sister fic: *Clears throat*, *speaks into microphone.* YES! It could start slow but definitely happens after he finds out he got her pregnant and starts coming onto her/trynna sleep with her more. Would LOVE it if he noncons his way into making her a willing, brainless bimbo for big bro’s cock. Sasuke’s just (occasionally) watching the disaster happen but always enjoying the show and thinking FOR SURE he’ll say something NEXT time, but next time never comes lol??? Ohh and not to mention will their parents find out what’s going on etc? Will they get strict with her even just after knowing only about the pregnancy? Will they have any suspects in mind??? SO MANY POSSIBILITIES

Seeing as I just received hate for that exact piece of work... *Rafiki voice* it is time! 🔥

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT!! ***

Part 2.

⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING: this story contains noncon, incest, voyeurism, forced breeding and impregnation, and other themes that may not be suitable for some readers. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

It had been almost 6 weeks since the vicious attack itachi delivered to his little sister Y/N, and for the most part, Itachi went about his days as though nothing ever happened. Y/N on the other hand had not been taking it well. Clearly she was traumatized. Every morning she woke up with it on her mind, and every morning it made her stomach twist, and she would find herself running to the bathroom to vomit. Itachi -while he went about his daily routine without so much as a hint as to what took place- did notice his sister's change in behavior, and began to suspect that he might have gotten his little sister pregnant. Although he thought of the real world consequences of that notion, the thought of him having gotten her knocked up with his fertile Uchiha seed made his cock stir. He had to find out for himself before anyone else noticed.

Y/N sat on her bed, studying for an upcoming test when itachi entered her room with a subtle knock on the door frame. She looked up at him, but quickly looked away not wanting her eyes to meet his gaze. "Little sister, I need to talk to you..." He said as he closed the door behind him. Y/N tensed up in nervous anticipation of what may be to come. "What is it Itachi?" She asked seeming both irritated and terrified. He sat down next to her. "I've noticed you in the morning for the last couple of weeks..." He started looking at her. She refused to make eye contact, not saying a word or making a sound, but her cheeks grew red under the weight of his words. Itachi took a small box out of his pocket and slid it toward her. "here. Take this." He said. Y/N looked blankly at the box that sat on the bed between them. "Itachi I-I.. " she stumbled over her words, deep down knowing he was right. There was a very high possibility that he had gotten her pregnant that night. "Do it... Or I'll make you." He said activating his sharingan. Her eyes widened as she saw Itachi's eyes swirl into a deep red. "Okay, okay! I'll take it just... Please Ita-" she replied, assuring him that she would do as she was told as she took the box and stood up.

Y/N entered the bathroom, her hands shaking from nervousness. She took the test and set it on the counter, following the instructions on the box. Itachi knocked and then entered the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind them. "what did it say?" He asked curiously. "I don't know, it's not done processing yet..." She said softly. The 3 minutes had passed and she reluctantly looked over at the test. "oh my god..." She whispered as all the color drained from her face. She felt woozy. Itachi, seeing her reaction looked at the test on the counter. Positive. Seeing that positive test made a new kind of desire for her growing within him, and he stood her up. "Don't worry little sis. We'll take care of it. Okay?" He said, kissing her forehead making her cringe. "How can I NOT worry itachi?! Y-you got me pregnant!" She said crying into his chest as he held her tight. Itachi lifted her head and forced her to look at him. "Listen to me. You're mine now, understand? I'll take care of the both of you." He replied as he moved her in front of the mirror so she could see herself, and itachi, who stood behind her. He slid his hand slowly along the small pudge in her lower abdomen, feeling his cock stir as he did. "That's mine, and so are you little sis. There's nothing you can do about it now, so you might as well get used to the idea of us being together. God, you're going to look so beautiful round and pregnant with my seed..." She said, his voice heavy with lust as he reached his hand up to grope one of her supple tits. Y/N squirmed in his arms as he fondled her breasts, her nipples hardening under her top as he did. "What did I tell you, little sister? Better get used to it!" He said, his voice more demanding this time. Itachi wasted no time forcing her to bend over the counter in front of the mirror, and before she had any time to protest, his cock was inside of her warm wet pussy. Itachi clasped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. "Take it sis. You know you like it. Even if you deny it... Your pussy gripping around my cock suggests otherwise..." He teased, his words causing a great deal of shame to rise up from within her. She could at least TRY to stop him, but maybe he was right... Maybe part of her DID enjoy getting used by her big brother. It didn't take long before both of them were cumming together, Itachi collapsing on top of her as he caught his breath. He slowly pulled out of her, and kissed her on the cheek. "You're mine forever little sis. I love you so much." He said as she straightened himself up. "Get cleaned up and you better act normal at dinner. We don't need mother and father finding out about this. At least not yet." He said before leaving her alone to clean herself up.

In the next room, a stunned Sasuke struggles to quickly clean himself up after having jerked his cock off to the sounds of Itachi fucking his big sis in the bathroom next to his room. He felt so ashamed that something so horrible could make him cum so hard, but the sounds of his big sister's cries and whimpers awakened something primal in him every time he heard them. "next time. Next time I'll say something... I swear I will..." He said to himself, as he cleaned the cum off his hand and tried to shake his own shame as he made his way downstairs to join his family for dinner.

A.N: definitely going to keep this one running for a bit. Do I hear a... Part 3??? 👀🤷‍♀️🔥Also, shout out to the artist @Ratsuki_042 for the art! ❤️🔥

#itachi uchiha #itachi #uchiha itachi #itachi smut #tw. dark content #smut writing #tw dark thoughts #tw.noncon #itachi naruto #uchiha smut #tw.nsfw #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw.#tw forced pregnancy #tw forced breeding #smut author #sasuke uchiha #sasuke smut

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ismoke2much · 4 months

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I don't think i could leave. I just realized how much my friends depend on me... If i left would they follow? I wouldn't want to know

#tw dark thoughts

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nsk96 · 5 days

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Short rant below:

“Your mouth too damn free” 👁️👄👁️

“Your mouth too damn free” is what my dad shouted at my mom earlier in the afternoon after she lightly called him out (in a joking way) for slamming the sliding door (the one at the side of the house with the flimsy lock). He said it while passing by on his way to the bathroom, not looking our way even once

Context: he throws tantrums. Slamming this sliding door was part of his tantrum for being asked to mop the kitchen floor (which is literally like less than 3 meters long, less than a meter wide. It’s hella narrow. My mom just finished cooking, doing yard work, and doing the laundry, there was no reason why my dad couldn’t mop that small stretch of flooring)

When my mom repeated the statement back asking to confirm what he said as he was coming out the bathroom, he suddenly realized I was sitting next to my mom the whole time, so he tried to backpedal and make it seem like she is the antagonistic one…as always

This is the same man 35+ years ago who slapped my then pregnant mom for asking what time he’d be home from hanging out with his brother. The same man who would use threats of violence to keep my mom silent (some of which I was around to witness myself)

So I’m not surprised these words came out of his mouth. I just think it’s funny that looking back throughout my childhood, my dad used to tell me and brother that my mom pressured him into marrying her and my stupid self believed it until my late teens. He’d have the fake tears and everything while his story would have gaps and wouldn’t make much sense. But I was a kid and didn’t have both sides of the story yet because my mom didn’t want to tarnish his fatherly image to us.

I know now he told us lies. Both him and his brothers sought out women who they thought would be submissive and quiet. My mom came from the “countryside” growing up with strict parents who would not allow her to date and was ready to arrange her marriage. My dad knew exactly what he was doing when he started flirting with her and sending her stuff. He had a ton of experience before meeting my mom…my mom was the naive one not him.

And it was my uncle (how parents met) that encouraged the whole thing because he didn’t want my mom around. Another selfish man who only cared about messing around with women; my mom’s friends included

My mom was too tired to be angry today but I felt all the rage for her and was feeling the urge to give my dad a taste of his own medicine, if you catch my drift.

I want him to fear me like the way he has us fearing him. Maybe the apple didn’t fall that far afterall.

#personal #personal rant #misogny #tw narcissistic parent #tw abuse #violence against women #tw spousal abuse #tw dark thoughts

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ravenzeppeli · 9 days

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Chapter 31 - Sour |Prosciutto x Reader|

Warning: strong/vulgar language, threats, strong sexual situations. MA.

Prosciuttos POV

Four fucking days.. You've given Prosciutto four fucking days of silence, despite him flooding your phone with text after text and fall after call. He felt his blood boiling, heart rapidly skipping a beat as his thumb swiftly raced across his phone keyboard, harassing you with another text.

You can't keep ignoring me Y/N. I am your boyfriend. I know you're at Melone's place. I always know where you're at. Call me. Text me. Just stop fucking ignoring me. We need move past this. Be fucking mature. Stop acting like such a little girl.

He sent the text through, hoping that I would get your attention. The other 20 messages and 15 calls didn't, but maybe take would. Maybe with this text right here, he could get you back to acting according. A little discipline was necessary. You are a taken girl, and you will act as such. Tight pants and a bratty attitude were not something that he would accept from you. Being a good and submissive girl should be your main concern. This was not good and fucking submissive.

"Maybe start by saying sorry," Formaggio replied, an annoyed sigh immediately escaping Prosciuttos lips as he tilted his head slightly upwards, Formaggio standing behind him as he read his text. "Can I help you? Let me text her man. I got you." He grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth.

He would not admit how desperate he was to get a reply back, but in a small way, he way. You were supposed to be the girl who couldn't leave him. The girl who couldn't leave him at the alter or divorce him after two months or take his fucking kid away from him. NO. Another loss was something that his heart couldn't handle, he wanted you to forget about your punishment and just talk to him. It wasn't that harsh, he was close to picking a few switches. Now that would have been harsh.

He sighed again, actually handing his phone over to Formaggios awaiting hand. Despite him knowing that Formaggio was the one that snapped your two fingers, he also knew that you ran to him after Prosciutto pubished you. Maybe you had a close relationship with him. It's not like he paid much attention to your relationships with the other men. The only romantic relationship that was his concern was the one that he had with you, and that relationship was a sinking ship.

The phone raised to Formaggios face, faint light reflecting off his tanned face as hid thumb rapidly typed. "She'll fucking love this. You know, if you wouldn't of called and Illuso wasn't over at my house I probably never would have guessed what happened. Her coming to my house was a way to cover your ass."

Prosciutto scoffed. "Why would I need my ass covered? I see no problem with disciplining her, and I know for a fact that you agree with me." He scowled, feeling more annoyed when Formaggios grin turned into a cocky smirk. Covering his ass? Please! You should have covered your ass better! "Goddamnit, wipe that jackass smirk off your face!"

"Melone and Illuso were about to get you," he muttered, his tone teasing. "Just.. we need to be careful with her. And also.. send! She will definitely text you back now." The snicker that came out of Formaggios' lips afterward brought out instant worry as Prosciutto snatched his phone back, reading the text.

The punishment you received is something that I would like to permanently move on from. I miss you so so so so so much, and I'll keep sending you texts. Aa, as a matter of fact, if you don't come over here to see me in 35 mins, I'm going to become desperate and go through your room. Do you want that? Let us move past this nonsense at once. Also, nice tits. Xoxo.

Prosciutto reread the text a few times, immediately regretting giving Formaggio the phone. Damn it.. he should have known he would jack ass this up! As he was close to yelling, he suddenly froze, your name popping up on the screen, his phone ringing in his hands. It actually fucking worked?

"Yeah.. I know. I'm pretty good," Formaggio muttered, patting Prosciuttos shoulder. "Maybe try and be nice to her? Girls kind of like it when you don't abuse them. We're in the same boat with her." He shrugged as he left, leaving a faintly warmth behind on Prosciuttos shoulder before he answered the phone, pressing it against his ear.

"What's up?" You said, the casualness in your tone pissing him off. "You can go through my room if you want. How have you been?" What kind of sick and twisted game were you playing with his head? Why didn't you sound fucking angry!? For days he had been ignored by you!

"Do we have any problems?" He questioned, his voice demanding. As his girlfriend you don't have the fucking right to ignore him. "I've been texting and calling you, waiting to fucking see you."

"Why do you need to see me?" You questioned. Alright.. he's had enough. "You and I should break up."

A tightness filled his chest, his jaw locking into place as he felt his free hand ball into a tight fist. What be feared the most was already happening, despite you not having the power to leave them, you were still trying to fucking leave him. "You have 35 minutes to come to the base and meet me privately in your room. Failure to show up will result in me coming to get you myself."

"Are you serious?" You muttered. "Come on Prosciutto."

"30 minutes now," he snapped, slamming his phone on the ground. The phone smashed into a dozen pieces, scattering across the floor as he stood up, walking down the hallway and towards your room. You better fucking come meet him.

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You entered your room 40 minutes later, entering as soon as he was about to leave to go get you. Your body slammed into his as you entered the room, his hand reaching out for your left wrist, noticing that your cast was gone and two fingers were healed.

Moving carefully, his other hand moved past your waist, locking your door. He studied your features, eyes scanning your face, looking for something. Anything. All he could sense from you was anger. Can't he make one woman happy?

"I'll give you three thousand dollars if you forgive me," Prosciutto told you, attempting a bribe. "Just drop it and never bring it up. Okay?" In the past, he would use bribes to keep his woman happy, deciding that it could also work with you. Despite you attempting to reject everything the men gave you, maybe you would accept money as a form of apology.

A low groan escaped your lips, your eyebrows pulling down into a scowl that he found quite cute. "You're the type of man that won't stop, so I'll cut you a deal. Involving no money, because I keep telling you I don't want your money. I still don't."

The fact that you kept refusing his money and gifts annoyed him, but he could have guessed that you wouldn't go for a bribe. Bribes clearly aren't going to work on you. No. That would be too easy for him. Instead of taking the money and letting this go you were going to feed him fucking bullshit. As always, you couldn't just shut the fuck up and agree.

"What is it?" He muttered, a frown appearing on his lips as he looked down at you. Instead of fucking you or having you cuddled against him he was yet again at odds with you. This permanent fight was something that he was growing tired of.

"No belt," you replied, earning an instant scoff from him. As if he would let you make that decision. "You made me bleed, and you don't even care. Fine, whatever. Just keep beating me, I hope you snap and beat me to death."

He blinked, face flashing shock before anger quickly spread again. "You ran away from me!" He yelled, causing you to turn away from him, walking over to the door. "I'll spank you if you walk out that door. Don't you dare." Never has a girl put up such a fucking fight towards him. Fuck. This was so mentally exhausting that he was close to giving in to what you wanted. This wasn't fun for him. Having you agree and be a good girl would be fucking fun.

Slowly, your feet moved across your wooden floor boards, right hand resting on the knob. "But I'm still not healed from your last spanking."

"Then I'll spank your pussy," Prosciutto replied, a low gasp escaping your lips. A smirk was fighting to appear on his lips. "I'll do it. You better get your hand off that doorknob."

As he began to slowly step towards you, your fingers fell from the doorknob. "No bribe.. no more skinny jeans. Let's just forget all this ever happened."

Finally.. a threat that made you listen to him. That would be a threat that he would keep in his back pocket, planning to use it in the near future. Knowing you, he would have to spank your ass with the belt again and he have to spank your pussy. For now, he would forgive you. You would definitely brat out if he made any attempt to hit you today.

"Good girl," he muttered, his feet stopping as he walked up behind you. Delicately, he let his fingers snake around your waist, squeezing gently. "And don't you ever fucking run off like that after a punishment. I don't like that sweetheart, so don't do it. Do you understand me?" He leg himself slightly press against you, causing you to press up against your front door. A faint smell of rose filled his nose, a low hum escaping his lips as he let his lips press against the top of your head, refusing to move.

A low huff escaped your lips, his hands running up and down your waist. "Okay, fine. Fuck. My ass still hurts Prosciutto."

The spanking that you had to endure was brutal, the most brutal one that he had ever given. Taking his belt off was supposed to make you apologize. He had no intention of whipping you with his belt. That smart mouth of yours got you in trouble, and he hoped it wouldn't get you in trouble again. Punishing you had its complications.

Since the two of you were alone and he missed you the past few days, he felt himself wanting to baby you a little. That's what he was going to do before you ran off on him. Well, since you've decided to behave, he would be a little soft towards you. After all.. you were so fucking cute, your body pressed up against his, his nose inches away from your head, taking in your sweet scent.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, baby," he muttered softly, spinning you around to face him. He let his eyes fall on your face, your eyes soft as you looked up at him. "I care for you deeply. You are my girl, okay? I only discipline you because I care so much about your safety."

Skinny jeans weren't the only reason he beat your ass. You've been very disrespectful towards him these past months, and all that disrespect adds up. He was a very powerful man. He wasn't used to a woman saying no to him, let alone one that was his. The ownership that he feels towards you is heavy. In no way would he let you slip from his fingers so easily. Grasp.. he would grasp you until your skin bruised and turned red, holding onto you for eternity. This was his new forever. You're his forever.

"Sure," you replied, voice lacking any emotion. At least you weren't going to argue with him. He could see that you were slowly starting to accept your new life. Finally. You should have adjusted months ago. "Next time I see that look in your eyes, I'm going to run before you can even get to me."

A low chuckle escaped his lips, amusement clouding any leftover anger that he had towards you. Risotto made it clear that the men could never use their stands on you, but Prosciutto could easily catch you without his stand. When you ran last time, you caught him by surprise, but now he was prepared. In his defense, he beat your ass. He expected you to be submissive afterward. In no way did he imagine you would tough out your entire spanking and run away from him. Fuck.. he was impressed. He had to silently admit to himself that he was very impressed with you.

"Don't be naughty," he muttetered, tone warning as his smirk suddenly widened. Slightly, he pulled away from you, hsnd raising to gently caress your cheek. "Can you stop hiding from me now?"

Nodding, you let your right hand wrap around his waist, showing him a rare sign of physical affection that pleased him. You should touch him more. Your touch was his ultimate craving. "I'll be back around next week. It's only Friday so it won't be long."

Prosciutto overheard that you would be spending your weekend with Ghiaccio. He didn't understand how Ghiaccio and you haven't had sex yet but still seem to have a great relationship. Despite you dating all of them, he felt a little jealously when it came to only you and Ghiaccio. How could you like a man that hasn't fucked you yet? How come he spanked you and you didn't get mad, but Prosciutto got ignored when he did it? It made him extremely jealous, but he wouldn't say anything. It wasn't his place to worry about your relationships with the other men.

That's why he never got involved. He would step back and mind his business. If Illuso or Formaggio felt the need to hit you or break your finger, then that was their right as your boyfriends. Why would he step in and correct them? As brutal as it was, it was how the men wanted to deal with you, and he accepted that. Discipline is necessary in all relationships.

"I am glad to resolve our issues. Y/N, you and I shouldn't be at odds. After all, I only punish you because I care," he told you, giving you a small smile as you raised your eyebrows at him. "I care about you a lot." Couldn't you say something that indicated you cared for him all well? Fuck. Your lack of romance towards him pissed him off.

"I care about you," you replied back, shrugging your shoulders. "I'm not here because I care. I'm here because I snuck off when Melone was in his office, and I didn't want you to show up and piss him off." Suddenly, you let a smirk creep onto your lips. "You know, Melone says he's always watching me, but as soon as he gets in his office, I can slip away. He doesn't even know I'm gone."

Prosciutto let out a small laugh, but only to play along. Despite him calling for you to come to him, he disapproved of you sneaking away from the men. Even if it was Melone, your lack of respect should get you spanked, but nothing would happen. He certainly wouldn't get involved. Having you back on his good side until he figured out how to control you was a good idea. He had a lot of thinking to do, that was for damn sure.

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thatfailedpokemontrainer · 16 days

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What if you rot?

Oh anon, I already am :}

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'The Clean Up' An Old Yandere Story About a Pathetic Old Man and the Brat He Got Stuck With (TW: Large Age Gap, Kidnapping, Gross start)

Omf this old art is killing me, its soooo bad (Better art of Eugene found here!) but I kept from posting this for so long 😭 I might as well just do it already. Looooong story summary below the cut! Some things to keep in mind before clicking:

I wrote this when I got out of HS and got on a BIG 'subby older men' kick

The big age difference (Ruby is fresh out of HS)

The beginning of the summary is kinda gross cuz it's Eugene desperately making kidnapping plans and justifying them to himself

Ruby and Eugene are largely platonic for now. They get on romantically later but not in this section of the story.

If you don't mind these things, feel free to continue reading :,D :

Eugene led a life where he never stood out or was taken seriously. His family had a (criminally) successful background, with very successful children… and then there was him, who’s only usefulness was as ‘clean up. His poor communication skills never let him get far with any friendships, no one has ever been interested in him romantically... and once his parents died, the brother that took over fired him, so the rest of his life was wasted with menial jobs, barely coasting by, living in a warehouse his parents left him. The only thing left to his name.

He was severely depressed, in his most recent work as a janitor for a rich-kid high school. Pushed around by kids, paid pennies, he stayed on the floor after someone pushed him down and left. He was feeling pretty done with everything; considered leaving this place and not coming back. Then he noticed the hand in front of him, belonging to a pretty girl. A kind, popular and beloved senior student. She noticed him. She always greeted him and helped him when he struggled. She was an angel.... he was happy watching from afar. He was just a fan. But a teacher that knew him from years back, a popular man who would occasionally strike up a chat with him, noticed. And now the janitor had a devil on his shoulder.

He encouraged those thoughts. Slowly embedded himself as a friend for the janitor. Used this to get closer to him. He'd be an accomplice and help the older man get a chance at holding onto his little idol. Why? .... he tells him it's because he believes in good people deserving good things. And he knows Eugene has been lonely, and would be harmless. He’d just keep the girl safe and happy.

It's stupid reasoning but... it played on Eugene’s desperation. Lonely. He is lonely. And… It's not like he’s a stranger to this kind of work. Only this time it’d be personal. He naively accepts any and all help. They collude for the kidnapping. Eugene would be gentle, he insists this would just be an opportunity for them to get a chance to talk. He'd pamper her! He would never actually… hurt her...

The day would be their graduation. He had it all worked out. He knew where she'd be waiting for her bus. He knew she usually waited alone. But when he got there, it wasn't her he saw. It was a plain Jane. Someone he hadn't even noticed before.

He tried resolving himself. Everything was already planned... Why waste it? But he shook as he threatened her, and her lackluster response scared him. She even managed to make him cry. She wasn't who he wanted anyways... Why go through the trouble? Everything was wrong. Nothing ever went his way. He wanted to quit but-

To his surprise.

She came with him anyways

And she made herself at home.

The girl named Ruby.

He was nervous. Why was this going so smoothly? He kept waiting for the news to report her missing, for someone to have noticed the kidnapping, for her to snap and leave and bring the authorities.

Nothing happened.

He'd leave and she'd always still be there. Making the place messier by the day, living like a carefree parasite. She lived alone and didn't clean up much. She was a dick and figured he'd just clean any mess she left behind because he loooooves her.

He got annoyed. They bickered over chores, cleanliness and pass-times. After making him mad too many times almost to the point of tears, she shapes up and starts pulling her weight.

Ruby could rant for hours about her favorite pieces of media. He learned all about them whether he wanted to or not, even bought some of the games she’d mention.

She eventually even learned how to cook (since he’s terrible at it and they mostly just buy take out). Ruby also took up helping with some of the maintenance for their faulty home once she asked Eugene for demonstrations. Everything was peaceful. They formed a healthy cohabitation-partnership, filling gaps in their hearts they never thought would be filled.

Continuing the story, the Teacher came for a visit. He had never expected Eugene to actually kidnap someone. He had made it so that he’d fail by driving the original target to her home on the day of the graduation. He kept expecting to see a heartbroken janitor, but it never happened.

He was, instead, having his calls avoided.Texts unread. The Teacher took this as the Eugene being mad with him. So he waited for him to cool off. But now summer was almost over, and nothing had changed. He grows restless and stalks Eugene while he’s buying groceries, asking him how he's doing with his captive. He is shocked to hear it's going well.

After subtle nudges in the conversation, he is invited to the warehouse to see for himself. Ruby is not someone he recognizes immediately, but she knows him instantly.

Her homeroom teacher.

She was quick at putting things together, and her loose mouth belittled her ex-teacher for being a part of the kidnapping conspiracy. His distaste for her is solidified. For the next month, both of them keep jabbing at the other, the Teacher insisting on visiting more often and Ruby trying all manners to kick him out. This causes the janitor to have indigestion from the stress.

There's a room that has always been off limits for Ruby. She let it be, as someone that’s good with respecting privacy, but the Teacher knew what was inside. After figuring out the lie she believed so strongly, that the Janitor loved her and had picked her as his target, he took joy in visiting the warehouse while the older man was away and dashing her self esteem. He had stolen the key to the room and opened it for her. It was covered wall to wall in memorabilia of the original victim. Here it was, irrefutable proof that she was never special to him. He lied to her. He smiles as he hands her money and tells her her parents are still looking for her. A lie, but it's enough to make her go. He's won.

Eugene had kept the place locked tight and checked the cameras every hour at first because he didn't trust her, but eventually he relaxed enough to feel like he didn’t have to.

He regrets ever letting things get that comfortable as he’s greeted by an open door when he comes home.

She escaped. The Teacher told him all about it. How he found her in Eugene’s secret room. How she cried as she looked at the pictures. She was heartbroken. She ran away, cursing his name and said she would report him and make him out to be a monster. She couldn't love him. She never did.

The Teacher watched Eugene tremble, and steeled himself for the look he had been craving. For the despair, the loneliness, the panic. When the Janitor turned around, he got none of that.

'I'm going to bring her back.'

Chilling determination. This was unexpected. The delusional man started preparing as the flustered Teacher followed and tried to figure out why this wasn't working. Ruby didn't want him anymore! What did it matter? Eugene didn't even want her originally!

But the janitor was not listening, packing supplies like he was so used to doing back in the days of helping his family. Anything and everything for kidnapping.

He confessed so matter-of-factly. That he needs her now. He won’t go back to being alone. The teacher’s eyes widened at the man he was seeing transform in front of him. From the nervous wreck he had always seen him as, to a cold, calculating and scary predator.

He'd bring her back kicking and screaming if he had to.

Then the door opened and startled both men.

Ruby.

New hair cut, new look. She walked over to them and dropped a bag full of stuff on the counter.

'Yo, I'm hooome.'

The Teacher was beside himself and he stammered as he asked what she was doing. Hadn't she left? She scoffed. She just decided to wrap up some loose ends. She went home and left a note if her parents ever cared, which evidently, they hadn't, took stuff from her room that she missed, and got a haircut for... personal reasons. She's not playing by any rules anymore. She's out of school, out of having societal obligations and free.

This is where she is staying now.

This IS home.

At her tone, both parties begin hearing the sobbing behind the Teacher. Eugene is… crying, and he drops his kidnapping bag. He is so relieved.

'You're back! You came back!'

Ruby is surprised, but her face softens immediately at the pathetic man. 'Really, you crybaby… of course I did! I told you I was your problem now, didn't I?'

She moved over to him.

'What was the bag for?... Where you going to run?' He clung to her arm and spilled his thoughts.

'No! I was going to... to bring you back! I... I didn't want you to leave! I wanted you back, I...'

She laughed. It sounded so warm... She hugged him and cooed at his tears, rubbing his back and making sounds like a mother shushing her child. He hugged her back; the first embrace shared between the two.

'I'm so glad to hear that you like me that much...'

'.... yeah?' Eugene was still shaking from the overwhelming hour he’s had. This was too much emotion for one day.

'Yeah!’ Ruby pulled away, and Eugene was struck by how much he didn’t like that. She walked over to the bag she brought from her house and rustled for something. ‘Because now...'

She pulled out a roll of garbage bags and opened one up. She was grinning, but it had an edge.

'We are going to clean that horrid room you've kept locked up.'

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