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Oh to be known as Prosciutto's woman. 🤤 His fellow gang members would rarely call by name. Once you're in his clutches you lose all sense of identity, he controls how you dress and wear your hair, and how you speak to him. Pretty things like you should be seen not heard- unless spoken to.

I imagine he'd like you to wear cute lingerie, pinks and purples, red and black. Depending on the day. You've been a good girl? You can wear the pink babydoll dress and sit on Daddy's lap and cuddle while you cock warm him and he fills in paperwork. You've been edging on naughty? A lacy black and red number with matching stockings and metal handcuffs around your wrists keeping you locked to the bed. A blindfold and spreader bar too. He isn't afraid to leave you tied down for hours while he works. Leaving toys in you and ignoring you until you're half awake, spit bubbling at the side of your mouth.

He's the type of guy to make you wear lipstick because he likes how it looks when your lips stain his neck. I can imagine him holding your cheeks and making you pucker up so he can apply his favourite colour.

I think the more innocent the better. Clumsiness is endearing to him and gives him the opportunity to create punishments for not taking his "etiquette classes" seriously enough. Be prepared for punishments including balancing books on your head while naked and standing in a corner, and being used as a footrest. He's definitely the type to "take in" someone who he was supposed to kill, or maybe the daughter of someone he killed? Regardless, he doesn't consider it kidnapping. He's giving you a much better life.

Ooooh I like the way you think.~

You’re absolutely correct, once Prosciutto has you, he begins a process of breaking you down psychologically. Yeah, there’s some sadism involved, but the bigger picture is that he’s turning you into a blank slate. He makes you lose your identity so he can build you up in his vision of how you should be. You’ll still be you, of course, but without all those pesky flaws he disliked.

No more of those shallow shows and children’s cartoons for you, now you’ll only be watching what he approves of. A proper house spouse doesn’t swear, so there’s some harsh punishments if he hears a dirty word slip out of your pretty mouth. Oh, and don’t think what makes you horny is safe either; his kinks are now yours. You can be a degenerate on his terms.

In time, you’ll understand that he knows best. With guidance and a firm hand, Prosciutto will shape you into the perfect little house spouse. And you will agree.

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I LOVE Prosciutto 💙 He's handsome and total strict daddy dom material. The type to leave indents from his rings on your ass, and marks from his belt that was wrapped around your neck. All you have to do is sit pretty on his lap for him and you can have whatever your heart desires. 💙

Exactly! Hard Daddy Pros, who expects nothing less than perfection. He has rules in place that he strictly enforces, how could you go wrong? You know what he’ll do if you disobey. Maybe, maybe there’s lenience for certain situations, but otherwise you’re on the hook for any mistakes or disobedience.

But if you’re his good little house spouse, follow the rules, even going above and beyond with a nice drink ready for him when he comes home and all the chores are done? Oh, he’ll make sure you’ll want for nothing.

All you need to do is obey…

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“‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned?’ Change it to ‘sorry Daddy, I’ve been naughty’ and we can continue. Oh, and stay on your knees if you really want to repent…”

-smug yanderes after they’ve found their escaped darling in a church for sanctuary

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I love your writing so much! Eeeeee! Can't wait to see what else you release!

Ah, thank you so much! I appreciate hearing back, it means a lot to me.

As for what’s coming up, well, I don’t want to reveal too much, but… what do you guys think of Prosciutto?~

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Aight, I wanna seriously write something for the Grim New World AU. I know it’s sorta cliché to have an apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic AU, but I think I really have something here! Certainly darker than most of the things I’ve seen.

I’ll start making character bios for La Squadra, and then you can expect me to write a multi-chapter fic in earnest after!

I hope y’all enjoy it, because I’m looking forward to writing it!

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Through the Looking Glass

Illuso x Reader

One dark night, you meet the man who’s been stalking you through the mirrors.

[CWs: noncon, restrained Reader, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, physical violence towards Reader, vaginal sex, anal sex, gaping, humiliation, degradation, mindbreak, briefly mentioned ass to mouth at the end… this is the filthiest thing I’ve written in my life.]

It was cliche, the storminess of the night. You shivered beneath the blanket before shifting to be more comfortable in your ‘nest’ on the couch. Some show was still playing across the screen, but you had long stopped paying attention in favor of scrolling on your phone.

The night outside may have been dark and cold, but inside was bathed in the warm glow of the lamp and you were surrounded by comfortable blankets and cushions. Truth be told, you had been having trouble sleeping lately. Maybe it was the effects of living in a big house all alone, but ever since you moved into your grandfather’s house in the countryside as part of your inheritance upon his passing, you swore you weren’t actually… alone. Things would move from where you thought you placed them, the shadows moved just outside your vision, and you thought you heard echoing footsteps late into the night.

You shook your head before getting up to use the restroom; no, it’s all nothing. A movement caught your attention. Glancing over, you saw your reflection in the mirror above the side table. It’s all nothing, you reminded yourself. Still, you eyed the ornate looking glass as you passed it by.

You were unaware of the garnet eyes that followed your leave, anticipating your return.

>>>>

You hurried towards the couch, eager to return to the warmth the blankets provided. Your pajamas weren’t quite thick enough to combat the chill of the night completely. You had almost made it back to the couch when you passed the mirror. The world spun around you as you were violently yanked towards it, letting out a shriek of surprise. Finding yourself staring up at the ceiling, you were confused and terrified. You leaned up to reorient yourself, and felt the cool surface of glass meet your touch.

“What the fuck?” you muttered fearfully. Taking in your situation fully, you were atop the end table, and the mirror above it bisected your waist. But where your reflection should have met your gaze, instead you saw your legs through the surface. And what was worse, there stood a tall, brunette man smirking down at you from the other side.

“You’re such an oblivious bitch, [Y/N],” he sneered, clamping a hand on your thigh. You squeaked at the contact, but your efforts to shake him off just made him laugh.

“Fight me all you like, that isn’t going to change what’s gonna happen,” he laughed.

Desperate, you leaned up, hitting your fists against the glass, but the man quickly reached through the mirror’s surface and grabbed your wrists, tugging them back with him until they were trapped.

“Uh-uh,” he tutted. “We can’t have you falling apart when the fun hasn’t even started yet. So be a good girl and stay still for me.”

The man leaned back, admiring his work. Under his gaze, you wiggled helplessly; that seemed to amuse him further.

“I knew I picked you for a reason,” the man noted, his red eyes dancing across your chest. He reached down through the mirror, and you could only watch in horror as the man ripped your pajama top down the middle, your breasts bouncing out into the open.

“They’re so much better in person, fuck,” he said, reaching down and harshly groping your right breast. You tried to knee him, utilize what little control you did have, but all you got for your troubles was a grabbed ankle and a hard smack to your breast.

“Agh!” you cried out, the sting of the slap particularly hurting your nipple.

“If you don’t want to come out of this looking like a human punching bag, you’re going to behave,” the man snarled, smacking your other breast. As you cried out in pain, he grinned down at you. “I don’t mind smacking a bitch around, it’s all the same to me. But if you don’t want that, then you better learn fast. Got it?” You nodded frantically, wanting the pain to stop. “Good. Now, before I get any further, I should introduce myself. I’m Illuso, and from now on, you’re my bitch. You call me ‘Master’ unless I say otherwise, and you treat me as such. You live your life to serve me. Got it?”

“Y-yes, Master,” you babbled, too scared to deny your attacker.

“Good girl. Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.” The man, Illuso, looked down at you smugly. “I’m going to let go of your leg, and you’re going to set it down.” He left no room for debate. As he said, he let go of your ankle, and you reluctantly set your foot down.

“Good. Now that we’ve come to an understanding, I think we should get better acquainted.”

Your eyes widened as you watched Illuso reach for the waistband of your pajama bottoms.

“No, please!” But your squirming just seemed to egg him on; as he took ahold of your pajamas, he rubbed circles on your hips in a false show of sympathy.

“This will feel good for you too if you let it,” he laughed, before yanking the pajamas down, your underwear being pulled along with it. As he removed your clothing, you instinctively closed your legs; but as he tossed aside the clothes, his hands gripped your knees, yanking them open to reveal your pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight,” he crowed. He ran a finger down your mound, grinning at your wince. “I prefer a trimmed bush, but we have plenty of time to worry about the hairstyle later. Right now, I’m more interested in this.” You watched as his right hand disappeared from your view, only to feel him jam a thick digit inside your unprepared pussy.

“Not there, it hurts!” you cried out, but he didn’t care. He stared down at you as he began to thrust harshly. You tossed your head to the side, humiliation reddening your cheeks as you felt yourself grow wet from his insistent fingering.

“You sick bitch,” Illuso sneered, “you like this, don’t you?” He added another finger, stretching you further. You whined at the contact, squirming beneath him.

It doesn’t feel good, you thought to yourself desperately. It’s just a physical response. Just reacting to stimul-

You let out a wanton moan as the brunette began to rub his thumb over your clit.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” your attacker mocked. “That’s fucked up, getting off on your rapist touching you. You’re sick.” The man leaned down from the other side of the mirror, his hands not missing a beat as he pressed himself against you, almost like a lover. Moving his mouth to your ear, he muttered “don’t worry; I like sick bitches.”

With that, he bypassed adding a third finger and began shoving four digits inside your abused cunt.

You howled. It was too much, too much, too-

With a full-body shudder, you tossed your head back as you came around your rapist’s fingers, your eyes squeezed shut as a mind-breaking orgasm overtook you. You vaguely felt the man slow his pace down as you returned from your high, your face flushed from both the orgasm and humiliation.

“I didn’t think you were so filthy when I first found you, [Y/N],” Illuso teased. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, I just know it.” You didn’t fight him as he adjusted your legs, and you didn’t have to guess that he had just unzipped to release himself. Tiredly, you lifted your head and gasped. His cock was huge. It wasn’t the tallest, but it was girthy with a prominent vein running up the underside; it would rip you apart if he wasn’t careful. As he held your hip, other hand slowly stroking his length, you tried to plead with him.

“Please Illuso-“

“It’s ‘Master’ to you,” Illuso corrected.

“Please…. Master,” you whimpered. “I can’t take that, not right now, please. I can’t do this.”

“Well…” he paused, considering. “As your new master, I say you can.” With that, he rammed himself inside you to the hilt.

You screamed. You felt so incredibly full to bursting; he was going to ruin you.

“Fuck!” the brunette snarled. “You’re so tight… holy shit.” As he panted above you, he caught your eye. “I’m gonna split you open, baby.”

“Please!” you begged, tears messily streaming down your cheeks. “I-I… please…”

“Oh don’t worry,” he chuckled. “You’re gonna be gaped wide open by the time we’re done. Just lay there and take it.”

With that, Illuso began a merciless rhythm of fucking into you. You felt like nothing more than a fuckdoll for him, and you faintly reasoned that you were. He was using you for his pleasure, and you were ensnared by a mirror, helpless to do anything other than take what he gave you. At a particularly brutal thrust, you instinctively wrapped your legs around him.

“Fuck, you’re into this too, huh?” he gloated. “I’ll make sure to give it to you every. Fucking. Day.” Each word punctuated by a thrust that left you keening. “You really wanna be my cumdump, [Y/N]? I can do that. I can make you my little fuck toy, no problem.”

You jolted along to his thrusts on the end table, taking it all, no longer really listening. This awful event was something to be endured, his words meaningless to you. You understood the cruelty of what he was doing, but now you didn’t care. You were numb to it all.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you stupid cunt!” A slap across your cheek brought you back to your rapist’s voice. “Say you’re my cum dumpster. Say it!”

“I-I’m your cum dumpster!” you whined, your biggest concern being to prevent further pain.

“Say all your holes are mine to fuck.”

“All my holes are yours to fuck.” More mindless babbling on your part. But Illuso seemed pleased, so you hoped that was good enough.

“You really are fucked up,” he laughed. Impossibly, he sped his hips further, his grip around your waist tightening until there were sure to be hand-shaped bruises. One, two, three more thrusts and he stilled, allowing you to feel his hot seed flood your pussy full.

You laid there, exhausted, and watched as the man released your hips, then drew back to witness the abuse he brought to your pussy.

“Fuck, you look messed up,” he laughed, sticking two fingers inside your pussy and spreading them. Not that he particularly needed to; his brutality had left your pussy gaping slightly, much to the bastard’s sick delight. You barely reacted as you felt a glob of cum trickle down and begin to pool beneath your ass.

“We can’t have that being wasted,” you heard Illuso murmur. You didn’t think much of that statement, staring off to the side blankly, until you felt something thick and wet get shoved up your puckered hole.

“Ugh!” you shrieked, trying in vain to press the intrusion out and returning your shocked gaze to the man on the other side of the mirror.

“You aren’t going to waste what I give you, slut,” he announced as he continued working his finger in and out of your asshole.

“I-it hurts, please don’t!” you cried out, though you knew his sadism would just increase with your pleas. But a part of you still hoped he could be appealed to.

“If you’d just relax, maybe you’ll learn to enjoy it,” he snapped. He reached up with his other hand and pressed down on your lower belly, and you winced as you felt more of his cum dribble down from your pussy to his waiting finger in your asshole beneath.

“Be happy I’m being so generous to lube you up,” he warned. As you widened your eyes, he grinned smugly. “Now be a good little slut and relax.”

Reluctantly, you slowly let your hole relax. You had never let anyone fuck you anally before, and now here was this sadist planning to take your anal virginity regardless of your wishes. You truly had no control over any of this.

As you forced yourself to loosen up for the inevitable, Illuso pressed another thick finger into you. It felt strange, to have something moving there. Strange, but not… bad. You hated this man, hated that he was having his way with you, and you absolutely loathed how his ministrations made something so filthy feel so good.

Two fingers soon led to three; you were moaning at this point, fuck it. The both of you knew you were starting to feel good.

As you felt a different set of fingers dip inside your pussy and swirl around, you looked up to see Illuso withdraw his cum-soaked digits from your pussy and stroke his hardened cock.

“Please don’t,” you murmured quietly as you eyed his member. If you felt like your pussy was ruined, you were afraid of what he could do to your ass.

“It’s going to happen regardless,” he smirked. “Just be grateful I’m being nice.”

“Nice?!“ you snapped abruptly, rage overtaking you. “Grateful?! You… you raped me! I don’t want any of this! Why the fuck should I be ‘grateful’ that you’re doing the bare fucking MINIMUM?! Let go of me!”

The man’s teasing stopped, and he looked down at you angrily after your outburst.

“You stupid fucking cunt,” he snarled. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

It was too sudden for you to react when you found your wrists released from the mirror and you were flipped over onto your stomach on the end table.

“Let me go!” you shouted, beating your fists against the wooden surface. A sharp slap across your ass cut off your angry shouts.

“I was going to be nice, but you wanna be fucking raped? Fine then! You’ll be fucking raped!”

You had no time to respond; there was a sudden, heavy fullness buried inside your ass, and you screamed in pain. If you thought your pussy was being ripped apart when Illuso had first rammed himself inside it, that was nothing to the feeling of his cock inside your ass. It was excruciating, the pain magnified by how underprepared you were, and how tight your ring of muscle had been.

“Yeah, keep screaming,” you heard Illuso scornfully remark behind you. “Not like it’ll help you any.”

He pulled back until only the mushroom head remained, then slammed forward once more, pressing his hips into your ass cheeks.

You choked on your tears, bellowing out desperate apologies.

“Too late for that now, you dumb bitch,” Illuso grunted, finding his rape of your ass tremendously more pleasurable than you did.

As Illuso continually slammed himself against your trapped form, you dropped down in despair, weeping onto the end table beneath you. You were in pain, humiliated completely, and even worse, the slap of your rapist’s balls against your clit was involuntarily arousing you as your ass was destroyed.

“Mmmph,” you moaned, muffling the sound by hiding your face in your arms. You felt Illuso pause in his thrusting. He withdrew and rammed back into you again, and the slap of his balls elicited a gasp as your pussy tightened around nothing, though the muscle movement was felt around his cock.

“You fucking cunt,” he laughed at his discovery. “You’re getting off on this, still!”

“Stop it,” you whined, but it was useless. You felt the man behind you lean down, pressing his chest against your back as his fingertips teased your clit.

“Say you like when I fuck your ass and I’ll make you cum. I’ll even forgive you about earlier, too,” he teased against your ear. You bucked against him as a fingertip swirled over the ball of nerves.

“Come on, you like it,” Illuso insisted, playfully nipping your neck.

“No I don’t,” you sobbed. But you both knew you were lying at this point; out of necessity you found the pleasure in the circumstance. The fullness of his cock in your ass still felt foreign, but your muscles had loosened enough to allow it easier passage, along with the cum he had used as lube beforehand. As Illuso swiped his fingers over your clit once more, you relented.

“…Fine. I like when you fuck my ass,” you whispered.

“Louder.”

“Please, I already said it-“

“Louder!”

“I like when you fuck my ass!” you exclaimed. But Illuso still wasn’t satisfied.

“You like when who fucks your ass?”

He wanted you completely broken to him.

“I like it when Master fucks my ass! There, I said it! Are you happy?!” you called out.

Illuso only hummed in reply before lifting himself off of your back. But his hand stayed atop your clit, rubbing over the nerves as he resumed his harsh thrusts into your overworked asshole.

Your whines and gasps were music to your rapist’s ears; he knew you would come around to being his perfect little cum bucket, but revealing your own depravity to you was the icing on the cake. He brought a light smack to your asscheek, and revelled in your surprised gasp.

Yeah, you were perfect.

As you began to tighten rhythmically around him, he sped up. You felt yourself let go to orgasmic bliss, clenching around Illuso’s cock as you held onto the end table. You barely felt him stiffen behind you before his cum gushed into you, the liquid pooling uncomfortably inside your ass before he withdrew.

You didn’t move as your new master pulled away, staying still and allowing him to admire the mess he made of you. You barely heard the clicks as he snapped pictures of your ruined holes, how cum flowed freely from your gaping ass or how more still dripped from your reddened pussy. It ran down your legs, already starting to pool at your feet.

You were numb to it all.

When he pulled you through the mirror completely, you didn’t fight him. Even when he grabbed your hair and pulled your face to his flaccid cock and told you to clean him off, you opened your mouth dutifully. You thought nothing as you wrapped your lips around his bitter-tasting cock, nor how it mixed disgustingly with his salty cum, applying your tongue as he demanded. You thought nothing at all, your mind far away from the hell you now occupied. Even as Illuso proclaimed that you were his filthy cum dumpster and he’d never let you go, you didn’t think or react at all.

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Just learned that my asks were turned off. Oops…

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Home Check-Up, Pt. 2

Melone x Reader

Melone’s more than willing to complete your “check-up.”

[CWs: medical exam, nonconsensual touching, drugging, noncon.]

Find Part 1 here!

You were still attempting to wrestle with the sheets around you when Melone returned, a syringe and a wipe in his hand. He glanced down at you, amusement in his eyes at your predicament before returning his attention to the syringe. Flicking it to remove any stray bubbles, he strolled towards you.

“Stay still for me,” he murmured as he wiped down your bicep. Your breath quickened and you tried to shift away from him, but his iron grip kept your arm mostly still.

“Ah ah ah,” he scolded, “keep moving like that and I’ll end up sticking you poorly. We don’t want that, [Y/N].”

You kept trying to wiggle away regardless. The purple-haired man sighed. He adjusted his grip on you, and you found yourself on your chest as he placed a knee painfully on your back. Unable to move, you felt him wipe a new spot on your arm, and the pinch of the needle followed shortly after. As you whimpered in pain and fear, your captor rubbed the place he injected you soothingly.

“It’s alright, this one kicks in fast,” he cooed, before carefully lifting you back up into the bed. You feebly protested, trying to bat at his chest, but it was useless. Your limbs felt heavy as he carefully laid you down.

“Since you’re in this state, I’ll have to pull out some of my restraints,” he murmured. “I need you in a certain position for the pelvic exam.”

You were helpless to defend yourself as Melone quickly pulled off your pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing your nearly nude form to the room. Humiliated, you passively watched Melone move to a set of drawers on the left wall. As he opened it, you heard him shuffle items around it before he pulled out a length of rope and cuffs. He flashed a grin at you as he stalked back to your form on the bed.

“That’s where I keep my toys. But, another day,” he chuckled. Gripping your right leg, he quickly bent your leg and tied one end of the rope around it, keeping your calf folded against your thigh before threading the rope beneath the bed. He brought the end to your other leg, and soon your legs were both bent and covered in rope, keeping you spread open. Your eyes followed Melone as he took the cuffs he had previously set on the bed and tightened them around your wrists, leaving them above your head.

“That should do it,” he smiled down at you, pleased with his handiwork. He leaned down to squeeze at your breast, smirking cheekily as you flinched at the contact. You painstakingly turned your head away as Melone returned his attention to the drawer, and heard a metallic clink. You tried to ignore it when you heard a pop, and then a gentle, slick sound.

“I know this will be uncomfortable, but I want you to relax, alright, amore?” the man hummed as he came back, settling himself between your open legs. You felt his bare hands as he adjusted your position, then he paused, rubbing your leg thoughtfully.

“Actually…” you gasped, eyes widening as you felt a cold finger slide inside your pussy, then begin to gently massage your passage.

“Let me warm you up; I know how uncomfortable speculums can be,” he murmured. You were forced to take it as his finger, presumably covered in lube, rubbed against your walls, and after a minute he carefully added another, gently scissoring you open.

It felt… good. You hated to admit it, but how gentle he was being as he prepared you was almost soothing, in a way. You closed your eyes, but that only made you focus more on the feeling and how he seemed to seek out your pleasure spots. When he added a third finger, pleasantly stretching you, you involuntarily let out a breathy moan.

“That’s it, just relax for me,” the man between your legs teased. You squeezed your eyes shut, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over you as he noticed your arousal.

But it felt relaxing to let him finger you open, it felt good. And too soon, it was over.

“Now just stay like that, alright, cara?” Melone murmured sweetly at you. His soothing voice beckoned you to open your eyes once more, casting him a half-lidded glance. To him, it read as a rather sultry invitation.

“You’re too precious,” he chuckled, winking at you to your embarrassment. He brought the speculum to your entrance; placing a hand on your thigh in reassurance, he pushed the speculum inside.

You winced, the feel of the cool metal sliding inside of you an unpleasant contrast to Melone’s fingers. You instinctively tried to bear down on it, but the muscle relaxant from earlier made the attempt to do so useless.

“Just stay relaxed,” Melone instructed, “it’ll make this less painful.” You whimpered, and he rubbed your thigh sympathetically. “I know, it’s uncomfortable. But just a little longer.”

You stared at the wall as you felt the man crank the speculum open inside you. You heard a flick, and then the scratching of pen to paper. He must be taking notes about whatever he’s seeing.

“You’re looking very healthy, your vagina and cervix are looking very lovely,” he hummed cheerfully.

That statement wasn’t as reassuring as he may have believed it to be; you were laying on your captor’s bed, bound and drugged, as he performed a sensitive medical exam on you. It was a humiliating and vulnerable position, and you were helpless to do anything about it. You just wanted it to be over with and for him to leave you alone.

You were forced to stay like that as Melone fiddled with whatever instruments he had, occasionally feeling him poke and prod inside you. It was so uncomfortable.

It felt like too much time had passed when he placed his equipment down and carefully closed the speculum, withdrawing it from within you. You closed your eyes in relief.

“Well, cara mia, you’re as healthy as you can be,” he announced, beaming down at you. You rolled your head to face him, your half-lidded eyes looking too alluring to the depraved man.

“But one more thing,” he grinned at you. Your eyes widened as he leaned in and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue flicking across your clit as he leaned back up.

“I knew it,” he whispered to himself, before he cast a wide-eyed grin at you. “You’re ovulating!”

“Uh?” you whimpered fearfully.

“Part of the reason I took you when I did,” Melone muttered, “I’ve been keeping track of your menstrual cycle. Oh, [Y/N]. It’s perfect! You’re quite regular, and now is a wonderful time to conceive!” He was manic as he began to run his hands over your stomach, and you were still unable to move away from the man. “And you’re already prepped and settled in. Oh fuck…”

You watched in newfound terror as your captor quickly backed away, ripping off his bizarre outfit until all he wore was his mask. His eyes raked across your bound form hungrily, licking his lips.

“Fuck, you’ll be so beautiful with my child inside you,” he whispered reverently. Without taking his eyes off of you, he grabbed the previously discarded bottle of lube, quickly popping it open to splash a small amount on his hand. You watched as he brought the now-slick hand to his fast-growing member. As he masturbated himself, you bit your lip, eyeing how his cock grew. While his length seemed bearable, he was thick. Could he split you in two? You didn’t want any of this! And he wasn’t going to use protection, he was going to force himself-

He kneeled down between your legs, leaning down to press a kiss against your pliant lips.

“I can’t wait for you to start showing,” he growled, blue-green eyes gazing intently into your own fearful ones. You were so enraptured by his gaze until he plunged into you. You tossed your head back in surprise as the man above you groaned in ecstasy.

He stayed like that within you, taking the time to enjoy the warmth and tightness your pussy provided. You felt the girth of his cock stretching you, but the lube helped to not be as painful as you had anticipated.

“You feel so good,” he hissed, resting his forehead against your own. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt tears well in your eyes. You didn’t want this. As Melone opened his eyes, he cooed over your expression.

“Don’t worry, miele. I’ll make sure you enjoy this too,” he assured, pressing a disconcertingly sweet kiss to your forehead.

You wanted to shove him away, kick him off of you, do something, anything to demonstrate how little you wanted this. But the drugs he had injected into you were too strong, and so you stayed pliant beneath your captor. As Melone rubbed your cheek, you gazed up at him, the tears beginning to fall.

“Shh, just let me take care of you,” he shushed, as he began to thrust gently into you.

You laid back as Melone kept a steady pace, thrusting into your welcoming pussy and singing you praises as you fought the conflicting feelings bubbling inside you from the pleasure of your rape.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good,” he muttered above you, putting his weight onto his arms flanking your head to thrust into you more fluidly. “Won’t be able to stop myself… you’ll be pregnant in no time, won’t you, [Y/N]?” He leaned down once more, shifting to place a hand on your belly. “You’ll get so round with my child. Can you… can you imagine?” The thought seemed to excite him, and his thrusts grew harder.

Gazing down at you he smiled sweetly. Like you were lovers. It sickened you.

The hand on your belly lowered until it made contact with your clit. Melone smirked at your gasp, and began to rub at the nub of pleasure, pleased with the moan you released at his touch.

“Conception is more likely when the mother orgasms,” he explained. “And well… it’s a little more fun, too.”

He watched as you closed your eyes, the pleasure of his touch and his cock moving inside you causing your pleasure to rise.

“Feels good, hm?” As you gasped in response to a particularly harsh thrust, he chuckled. “That’s it, Mommy. Just let Daddy make you feel good and give you a baby.”

You wanted to ignore his words, but they served to make you hotter instead. Melone, damn him, didn’t miss how your hips subtly leaned up as he said that.

“Mmm? You like us being Mommy and Daddy? Well,” he smirked, “just you wait, Mommy. It won’t be long until you’re properly a mother.” He gazed at you intensely. “I’m close; wanna finish together?”

You tried to move you head, shake it ‘no,’ but all you were able to do was turn to face him fully. Your captor, delusional as he was, took that as an affirmative.

“Fuck, I knew you would. I love you so much,” he whispered desperately, his thrusts becoming punishing as he furiously rubbed his fingers against your clit.

The intense gaze, his girthy cock, the feel of his fingers on your clit was too much, and you came around him, your thighs shaking in their binds as your orgasm overtook you. You rolled your head back as you watched the man above you bite his lip hard and felt his hips stutter, the fluttering of your walls around him bringing him to release. You felt his warm seed flood into your unprotected womb, and you closed your eyes in despair.

“I love you so much,” you heard Melone pant into your ear, kissing your neck and tickling you when his hair brushed your skin. You squeezed your eyes further, feeling the tears coming back.

You were absolutely trapped with this delusional man, and you were at his absolute mercy. As he cooed about your future family together above you, a fresh wave of tears began to flow.

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Home Check-Up, Pt. 1

Melone x Reader

Your captor decides that you need a check-up after two months in his ‘care.’

[CWs: medical exam, nonconsensual touching, Melone being a creep.]

Find Part 2 here!

You cross an ‘X’ over the box marking the current day in the calendar, and sigh. Today marks the two month anniversary of your kidnapping at the hands of the obsessed creep who called himself Melone.

Maybe it wasn’t too bad. While he had initially drugged you to bring you to his home, and he was more touchy than you’d prefer, it wasn’t as terrible as it could be. If you went along with some of his whims, he was quite agreeable with allowing you certain freedoms.

“Oh amore,” you jolted as you suddenly heard him coo into your ear, his arms winding around you until you were pressed against him. “Im afraid if you had any plans today, they’d have to change. There’s something we should do.”

“…What’s that?” You don’t see him, but you can imagine the smirk painting his lips.

“I got ahold of your medical records, and it seems you’re due for a check-up.”

“Does this mean you’re scheduling an appointment?” Your heart swelled, despite the alarm of his possession of such personal records. You start to daydream of seeing the outside world again, maybe even have a chance of escaping when his back is turned-

“That won’t be necessary,” your captor hummed, abruptly cutting your fantasies short. “I have the medical experience to do it for you.”

“Wait, Melone… I’m not… I mean, I’m not questioning your skills, but I… well…” You stammered. How do you explain to a deranged kidnapper that you’re afraid of them putting you in such a vulnerable position? Does it offend them, or send them on a power trip?

“Ah, ah,” Melone shushed, “no need to fret, I’ll take great care with you as my patient. I’ll set everything up and you get ready, alright?”

You have no choice but to nod.

~~~~

You walk into the bathroom in loose pajamas and slippers, at the purple-haired man’s behest. He glanced up as you walked in, and you saw he had your medical file and a notepad in his hand. He also had some medical instruments placed on the vanity, ones you recognized from previous doctor visits. How’d he get those?

“Sit on the toilet, and we’ll start with your blood pressure,” he stated. He seemed very… neutral on the matter. It felt strange; you’d only ever seen him when he was clinging to you and gazing at you adoringly. Now, he was so clinical.

Obediently, you walked over and sat down, watching as he picked up the cuff from the vanity. Approaching you, he rolled up the short sleeve of your pajama top, carefully wrapping the blood pressure cuff around your upper arm. After a few pumps, you felt the pressure bloating around your bicep, and watched as Melone observed the reading on the gauge. He nodded, marking down what he saw in his notepad before removing the cuff. Picking up a thermometer next, he returned his attention to you.

“Open your mouth,” he directed. As you did so, you almost expected him to make some sort of sexually-charged comment on the action, but all he did was flick on the light and study whatever he was seeing. It felt so strange to you that he could be so detached; you almost wanted him to make an innuendo.

Melone turned back with a stethoscope, and gestured for you to lift your shirt up slightly so he could place the cool metal to your chest. At his command, you breathed deeply, shivering lightly as he relocated the metal to your back and moved it across you, listening intently. Replacing it on the vanity soon after, he picked up his notepad once more.

As he wrote further, you spoke up.

“Is everything alright?”

He paused from his writing.

“Yes, everything is normal so far,” he replied. “We would just have to weigh you and then have you lay down in bed to check your vital organs, then it should be complete.”

“…Okay,” you responded. Maybe you were overthinking this. At his insistence, you next were weighed. Aside from losing a few pounds (“that’s normal with a sudden life change,” Melone chimed in), that was also normal.

“Follow me,” Melone demanded as he headed for the bedroom.

“Okay!” you called after, hurrying to match his pace. Once you were standing beside him in the room, he closed the door behind you.

“Lay on the bed and lift your shirt.”

“But, I-”

“Lift it just under your breasts,” he explained.

You suddenly felt nervous. He was looking at you strangely, like you were a specimen under a microscope that he couldn’t wait to zoom in on.

“If you need help…”

“No, no. It’s fine,” you quickly assured him. Climbing onto the bed, you laid back and lifted your shirt, exposing your abdomen to the purple-haired man. You turned your head to avoid watching his approach.

You yelped when you felt his bare hands tapping against you. He ignored you in favor of concentrating on his current task, tapping and poking at you until he was satisfied. You watched in disbelief as he scribbled once more in the notepad. You were just taking this time to lower your shirt back down when he turned around.

“What are you doing?”

“Aren’t you finished?”

“Not quite, amore,” he replied, and his air of professionalism began to drop as a smirk appeared. “I still have to do the breast and pelvic exams.”

“But-“

“Uh uh,” he sneered, suddenly straddling you and wrapping his hands around your wrists. “I read your medical records, there’s some history of cancer on your mother’s side. What sort of partner would I be to not be as in-depth in your check-up as I can be? If I wasn’t, that would be negligent.” He leaned in. “You’ve been doing so well so far, it’d be a shame to have you act up now.”

You gulped up at him, terribly afraid of what he may do. He had delighted in telling you about his stand and how he could use a junior to keep you in line. He also never hid the fact that he had those drugs at his disposal. With a sinking feeling, you realized you had no choice but to let him do as he pleased with you.

“…I’ll keep being good,” you agreed quietly.

“Good choice,” your captor cooed, unwrapping one hand to lift your shirt further up your chest until your breasts were visible. You turned away, feeling too vulnerable under his gaze.

“Keep your arms up,” the man above you muttered, before he tenderly grasped your breasts, rolling them in his hands. You felt him massage your breasts, his hands pleasantly warm as he kneaded into them, checking for any abnormalities. You hated how good it felt. Closing your eyes, you tried to pretend you were at a proper doctor’s office.

With your eyes closed, you missed the way that Melone gazed at you lustfully, the breast exam partially an allowance for him to grab at the full tits he had wanted to hold for so long. You didn’t see the predatory glint in his eye as he thought about how much fuller your beautiful tits would be when they grew milk from your pregnancy. In his mind, it was never a matter of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’ While he was honest that you indeed needed a check-up, the bigger reason was to ascertain how soon he could begin starting your family together. He just knew you’d be a perfect mother for his children, and he couldn’t wait to make it a reality.

Melone’s release from your breasts couldn’t come fast enough. As he finally leaned away from you, you quickly covered yourself with your arms. Your alarm only grew as the man sneered down at you.

“You don’t think it’s over just yet, do you, [Y/N]?” As you widened your eyes fearfully, he noted, “we still have to do your pelvic exam.”

He shifted off of you, and you took the chance to try to jump off of the bed. But he was too fast.

As he snatched at your ankle, leaving you to flip uselessly over the edge of the bed, he tsked.

“You were so good, tesoro. It’s a shame, but I guess this is for the best.” He released your ankle, allowing you to fall onto the ground gracelessly. “When I come back, we’re going to do the pelvic exam.”

“Please, Mel, no!” you cried out, but it was useless. As you watched him bring out the key for the medicine cabinet, you found you were too caught up in the sheets that had shifted with you.

You had no choice in the matter. As always, you were swayed to your captor’s whims.

[bittersweet-lullabies]

To have stands, or not to have stands, that is the question which plagues me for the GNW AU.

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GRIM NEW WORLD AU

The end of the world as we used to know it occurred roughly 20 years ago, by best guesses. It was a mix of occurrences, with catastrophic environmental disasters bringing about rioting and societal instability and causing large scale havoc across the world. In desperation for the scarce resources, nations engaged in wars, eventually leading to nuclear wars in an attempt to wipe out the equally starved enemies. After the rubble had settled and the survivors crawled out of their hiding holes like rats, what they found was a Grim New World.

As a result of the nuclear holocaust decades prior, most of the earth has become inhospitable wasteland, most plants and animals too irradiated to eat if they haven’t gone extinct already. The air is gritty, and the ground has no nutrients for any but the hardiest of weeds. Clean water is worth more than its weight in trades.

Society is at an in-between point, where the new generation is attempting to create a world to adapt to the harsh realities of this world, while the old guard remembers their previous lives and fights to regain what they had. There is residual uneasiness between various groups, but many choose to work together, viewing it as the only means to survive. Mutually assured destruction has mostly become mutually assured survival.

The world population has hardly recovered since the nuclear wars. Settlements frequently must make difficult decisions for the greater good of its survival. This includes, but isn’t limited to, killing weaker members to preserve resources, selling children to nomads passing through, deceiving outsiders to gain an upper hand in bargains, even cannibalism in leaner times. It’s an ugly world to live in, one in which morals don’t keep you alive.

Then there are also some roving gangs that spit at both the ones trying to renew the old world, and those building a new society. They are only out for themselves and exceedingly precious few. These gangs tend to be the most selfish and brutal of all the groups in this new world, and are the most feared with cause.

But at the end of the day, it’s all about survival.

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How about a… post-apocalyptic AU?~

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MASTERLIST

🍖 = cannibalism

💉 = drugs/drugging

⛓ = kidnapping

⚰️ = necrophilia

🔞 = noncon

👊 = physical violence

Illuso

Through the Looking Glass 👊🔞

Melone

Hold You Against Me 💉👊

Home Check-Up, Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 💉🔞

[bittersweet-lullabies]

Hold You Against Me

Melone x Reader

Your captor just wants a little love is all…

[CWs: nonconsensual touching, physical violence (not against Reader), drugging]

Your kidnapper had become more insistent upon physical affection, and you hated it. You wanted nothing to do with the purple-haired man who had taken you away from your life, insisted on calling you his spouse and engaged in long, one-sided conversations about your ‘happy future’ together.

Currently, he was trying to drape himself across you as you laid on your bed. You had repeatedly shoved him away, to no avail.

“Amore, you should relax,” he cooed into your ear, his hand brushing your arm.

“Fuck off,” you muttered, pushing his hand away.

“I want to hold you,” he pouted, stubbornly wrapping his arms tightly around your body. You huffed; of course he was going to act childish.

“Don’t you get it?” You snarled, finally turning to face the man. “I don’t want this. Or you.”

“You will in time,” he hummed, unbothered by your outburst.

For some reason, that statement was what made you snap. Maybe it was how casual he was in saying it, or his belief that you would be swayed by him eventually. The next thing you knew, you had shoved against him, hard enough that you found yourself looking down at him from the edge of the bed, Melone having landed hard on the floor. He looked up at you, shock written across his face.

“NO!” you shouted. “I want nothing to do with you! You’re delusional if you think anything will change that! I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be with you, I want to go home!”

The adrenaline rush of your fury acted as fuel as you began kicking at him to drive your point, aiming for any part of his body within reach.

“I hate you! I hate you!”

You gasped in surprise when he abruptly wrapped a hand around your ankle, gripping it tightly as he caught his breath in the reprieve from your onslaught. You tried pulling your foot away, but his grip was too strong.

Finally, he looked up at you. You flinched under his gaze; no longer the adoring puppy eyes you had become accustomed to, you could feel the iciness of his disapproval.

“I see now,” he muttered. “I was going about this wrong.” He tightened his hold on your ankle once more before releasing it, and you quickly pulled it up to you, curling up your legs and wrapping your arms around them.

Melone stood up stiffly, wincing lightly at the new bruises forming across his skin, before striding out of the room, taking care to lock the bolts behind him. As you listened to his steps head down the hallway, you shuddered. His expression scared you.

~~~~

A few hours later, you watched as the door opened once more. Since the earlier incident, Melone had only come to your room once to allow you bathroom access with barely a word, but other than that, he left you completely alone. Sure, this was what you had been asking for since he kidnapped you, but now you were dearly afraid of what he was possibly planning.

Melone strolled back into the room, carrying a tray with your dinner. It looked to be chicken noodle soup, the pleasant aroma filling the room and making your stomach rumble.

“Here’s your dinner,” the man before you stated, lowering the tray next to you on the bed. You glanced at it.

“You should eat,” he added, straightening up. You bit your lip, continuing to gaze at the bowl uneasily.

“It’s not going to hurt you,” he sighed. Taking ahold of the spoon beside the bowl, he dipped it in and lifted it to his lips, taking a sip. He sighed, seemingly pleased with its taste. “See? It’s fine.” He held out the spoon to you.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to read his expression. You sighed in defeat when all you saw was an expectant tilt of his head.

“…Thank you for the soup, Melone,” you mumbled, reluctantly taking the proffered spoon from his hand. He smiled indulgently.

“You’re very welcome, [Y/N],” he replied.

You winced internally, but scooped up a spoonful of the soup regardless. Maybe if you were polite and went along with his whims, he’ll forgive you about earlier. At least when he’s trying to get any sort of attention from you, you can keep track of him. But Melone acting like this put you on edge; something wasn’t right.

As you lifted the spoon to your lips, you glanced over at Melone, who was now sitting at the end of your bed, watching you carefully.

“…Melone?”

“I took your earlier words to heart, tesoro; I figured that if you don’t want me touching you, perhaps this is a good medium for now,” he explained. That didn’t entirely satisfy you, but you nodded. Maybe it was an improvement.

Avoiding his gaze, you tried the soup. It was… good, actually. The chicken and vegetables were enveloped in a savory broth, which had been spiced wonderfully, enriching the flavors dancing across your tongue. It was delicious. Without intending to, you were quick to eat it all, your stomach filled with the warm meal.

“That was wonderful, Mel,” you complimented. He smiled.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he murmured, taking the bowl and spoon from your hands. It was a good thing, too, as you felt them grow heavy. You watched as he placed the tray to the side, leaning back as you felt your body sink into the soft bed below you.

“I think I should get ready for bed,” you mumbled. That’s strange; even talking felt like it required effort. You watched as the purple-haired man eyed you gleefully, reaching over to you to lift your arm. Before you could protest, he dropped it, his grin growing wider as it flopped back down onto the bed.

“Now amore, there’s going to be some changes around here,” he declared. You tilted your head up at him, confusion written across your features.

“I put a muscle relaxant in your dinner. That’s going to be a nightly occurrence until I can be certain you won’t try to hurt me again,” he explained. How could he be so… detached? Was this normal for him? With a sinking feeling, you realized you knew disturbingly little about your kidnapper, or the lengths he was willing and able to go against you.

“I’m willing to only use the relaxants for your dinner so we can bond in the evenings, but if you misbehave during the day, I will have to resort to other measures until you learn to not fight against me.”

“What… other measures?” you asked. He looked down at you.

“I have relaxants and other drugs I can apply intravenously.” At your widened eyes, he continued. “I’d much prefer not to use them, as your activities will be greatly limited with such a method. However, I’m sure the new system should be enough.” He didn’t need to say more to make you understand that he meant every word.

“But enough with that.” You could only helplessly watch as Melone crawled up your bed, settling next to you and wrapping his arms around your chest, placing his chin on your shoulder. “It’s been a long day, and I’d like to hold my dolcezza.”

As he snuggled against you, his body heat warming your side uncomfortably, you knew there was no escape from this new level of your hell.

[bittersweet-lullabies]

INFO (PLEASE READ)

About Me:

Hi, I’m JC! Welcome! I started this blog so I can explore darker subject matter that I felt would be ‘out of place’ on my other blogs. I wanted to branch out a little and see what else I can write.

About The Blog:

I’m going to be writing some fucked up things over here, including but maybe not limited to cannibalism, necrophilia, and possibly similar extreme subjects (TBD). It’s gonna be a lot of ‘bad end’ fics, and it’s not meant to be happy. If this bothers you, you’re free not to interact.

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