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pendarling · 1 year

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Some Evil Things Whumper Could Be Doing + Descriptive Whump Language

Warning: I do NOT condone any acts of violence and such. These are all just for writing (Tumblr please don’t come after me😢🥺)

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Harsh cold breathing as Whumpee stands outside in the cold winter. The ice biting their bare feet deep in the snow as chilly winds blow their soaking body

Sneezing, sniffling, barfing and passing out after returning inside

Cutting hair and leaving uneven edges or pulling and tugging hair off. Whumper could also enforce some emotional damage by forcing Whumpee to cut off their own hair in front of a mirror.

"Fucking do it already!" "Please don't hurt me, I'll do it." "Cut it before I do!" "Okay, I will...-- I'm sorry-- I will..."

Keeping Whumpee awake all night by not interacting with them during the day but torturing them throughout the night. Whumpers who do this for about a week will have a Whumpee who refuses to sleep at night due to the fear of suddenly being jolted awake with new pain

Not letting Whumpee speak. Stuffing a cloth down Whumpee's mouth and reducing their language to just begging. That way once they appear in front of Caretaker they will be too afraid to speak or will have forgotten.

Purposely leaving wounds unattended after cutting up Whumpee's legs, thighs, hips, and hands and waiting for blood to dry, then cutting it again so it never heals.

Tightening ropes or chains around their wrists, ankles and torso enough to make it burn or dig into their skin, especially if the rope is made up of rougher materials

Feeding Whumpee nothing for days and then overwhelming them with so much food that they physically can't hold it down anymore

That dizzying feeling that leaves them sweating and anxious when Whumpee has not eaten or drank anything for so long that their mind is mentally congested

"Remember, your life, body, and thoughts are controlled by me, owned by me, and mine only. You don't have a world outside of this."

Reminding Whumpee every day that the search for them is slowly coming to a close and spreading lies that their friends and family have come to understand that Whumpee is dead

When Whumpee is so broken that they finally mindlessly agree to whatever Whumper instructs them to do

Whumpees that get slight Stockholm syndrome for their Whumper and fall into an obedient pattern with undeserved sympathy

Taking Whumpee outside after who knows how long behind closed doors. Then Whumper points out how literally not a single person knows who they are or are willing to report them

"Say it." "I'm a waste of space. Nobody wants me." "Was that so hard?"

Rewarding Whumpee after every time they've completed a chore or task with little torture or no torture at all. Alternatively, they can let Whumpee pick what they'll be dealing with for the day as a reward so at least they know they chose that option.

Hissing and crying when a hot piece of metal is slightly touching their skin. Or if you want to be extra evil: go ahead and rapidly run it up and down the forearm

When Whumpee eventually forgets their own name and history. They stopped crying a few weeks ago, they ask for permission to speak or go to the bathroom, eat, sleep, move etc...

"What do you say?" "Thank you, sir/ma'am." "You're learning well!"

Making Whumpee sit in their own dirt and blood as the pain of their wounds festering with sores, rashes and cavities builds up

When Whumper is taking Whumpee outside and before doing so, they hide their scars and bruises with makeup and clothing then practice their excuses if someone does suspect

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#whump community #intimate whumper #writing prompt #writing help #writing advice #whumper #how to write #whump #whumpee #tw everything #caretaker #whump tropes #pet whump

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ravenzeppeli · 1 month

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Stained Red Prequel - Before The Pain |Yandere DIO x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

Your red high heels clicked against the hardwood floor gently as you carried two empty wine glasses in one hand, the other hand gripping a wine bottle. You wore a tiny little black dress, the dress hugging all of your curves perfectly.

You entered Dio's room without knocking - it was now the room that the two of you shared together. "Master?" You called out, closing the door behind you. You sat the wine down next to his bed. It was dark in the room. Only a faint light glowed next to the bed from the single white candle. "Are you in here?"

You let a gasp escape your lips as you felt cool hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the familiar large form of your lover.

"You've kept me waiting for a long time, and that greatly displeases me," his velvet voice called out as he dropped his lips to your ear. "That's very naughty of you, and I also saw that secret conversation you had with dear old Hol Horse. Asking about who the Joestars are." He squeezed your hips tighter.

You let a low gasp escape your lips, shocked that he found out. Dio never informed you of much. He liked to keep you as clueless as possible in case you had some moral compass. He didn't want to lead you away from his arms. Despite the power he had, he still wanted to keep your feelings towards him true.

"I keep having to be upset with you, and I don't want to keep getting upset with you. I've been too lenient with you; I suppose that this is all my fault." He let his arms drop from your waist, but he kept his body pressed up against you. You could feel his dark yellow irises on you as his hot breath tickled your ear lightly. "What do you want me to tell you?"

"Who... who are the Joestars? Where did you get that scar on your neck?" You asked him, trembling softly as you waited for a reply. You hoped not to upset him, for him to keep calm.

Dio spun you around, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of his bed. "How can I trust you not to leave me? What if the truth casts your love away from me?" He asked, standing in front of you as he placed his palm on top of your head, carefully rubbing your head. "I'll never let you leave me."

"I know that you are an evil guy, but I don't mind. I love you, and my feelings are true. Until the end, I am by your side," you told him. Though deep down you were a little uncertain but you pushed that feeling aside, casting it away.

"I wouldn't call it evil, just misunderstood." He removed his hand, sitting next to you as he wrapped his strong arm around you. "I am about to tell you a very long story, buckle up."

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

"Do you still love me?" Questioned Dio as he stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. He had told you everything from start to finish without leaving a single detail out.

You were honestly both shocked and terrified, but you shook that feeling away. You loved him, and he loved you - he would protect you from all harm, and you should be thankful. Right? "Yes, I still love you. Thank you for telling me everything."

"Now that all of this is over, I do believe that you are due for a punishment. You went behind my back, and worst of all, you spoke to Hol Horse. I'm upset," he spoke softly as he stood up. "But I don't know how I should punish you.. do you have any ideas?"

"I don't want to be punished, I was simply just curious and too afraid to personally ask you." You hardly asked Dio anything personal, always being much too terrified to ever ask him anything.

He shrugged his massive bare shoulders, walking over to you as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pressing his smooth lips against yours. As he pulled away, he smirked down at you. "I never thought that I- Dio would have such a soft spot for a mere human, but here you are, proving me wrong for the first time in my 122 years of existence."

You let a gentle blush appear on your cheeks as you looked into his cat-like gold eyes. His smirk shifted into a soft smile as he pulled away from you, reaching in his black pants pocket as he kept eye contact with you. He pulled out a shiny diamond ring, holding it up to you. "Y/N.. be my fiancé. When I defeat the Joestars, we will then marry, and on our wedding night, I will turn you into a vampire."

"Okay," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as he slipped the ring delicately on your finger. This was.. it was so beautiful. The fact that he planned to turn you into a vampire the first night that you lay husband and wife slipped your mind as you stared at the ring with soft eyes, clearly touched that he proposed to you.

This was a rare moment when you got to see the more softer side of Dio Brando, the side that he so desperately tried to hide as if he was ashamed of loving someone other than himself. "You are my fiancé now.. you don't have to call me master anymore. You can just call me any nickname you can think of."

"Kitten," you quickly spoke, a smile appearing on your lips as you giggled lightly. You haven't laughed in so long.. you don't remember the last time that you actually laughed at something.

Dio rolled his golden eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I look like a kitten to you? If anything, you are the kitten," he spoke softly, wrapping his massive arms around you, pulling you into his freezing bare chest. "Just.. I'll ask you again in 24 hours. How about we drink some wine and celebrate our engagement a little? I can run us a hot bath." He combed his sharp nails gently through your soft hair, chin resting on that top of your head.

"That sounds good," you softly replied back, burying your head in his cool chest as you wrapped your arms around him. "My love."

"I like that.. you may call me that in private," he whispered in your ear, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Let's get in that bath.. I can wash your hair for you."

You blushed fiercely as a giggle yet again escaped your lips. "That sounds perfect." You loved him like this.. loved him when he wasn't so sadistic towards you. Was he changing into a different person right before you very eyes? You truly didn't know, but over time, you hoped to know the truth.. for now, you were just simply just going to enjoy this precious night, pushing every worry that you had to the side.

#tw adult themes #tw mature #tw manipulation #tw yandere #tw strong language #tw everything #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #tw language #dio brando #dio x reader #dio x you #jojo stardust crusaders #ravenzeppeli yandere #tw threats

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twilightlight-enashinonome · 2 months

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omg you guys r so good!! i tried listening to vbs’s “music” and it was just awful i’m glad i found real artists lmao

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME.

Alright, listen here, you little asswipe. I don't know who you think you're talking to but I can see why you hid your pathetic little opinions behind that fucking anon label because you KNEW this was backhanded hate and you just think I'm stupid don't you? I'll tell you what, you .5 on a good day good for nothing dick-breath shrimp-ass-posture having motherfucker, maybe you can't tell because your brain is too rotted by cheeto dust, but vbs has some of the best music I and anyone else in the history of the fucking universe will ever hear in their short, pathetic lives. Some of THE BEST. THE. REALEST. are you fucking listening? This group is not just gonna surpass RADder, they'll surpass all the fucking musicians that ever have and ever will make music. they'll surpass MOZART. BACH. BEETHOVEN. those old dead guys will be ROLLING IN THEIR GRAVES and when they emerge from the ground as zombies they're gonna go for YOU first, people who can't comprehend REAL music. people who don't know what GOOD is. and they'll find that they starve, because zombies eat brains and you HAVE NONE OF THOSE. there's nothing in your head, your skull is thicker than the length of the great wall of fucking china and when things DO get through it they go NOWHERE. Don't think that anon label is gonna save you, I'll fucking find you, and when I smack your head with a baseball bat it'll make the sound of a goddamn boomwhacker because it's HOLLOW. I'll get your address and I will hire someone to BUILD A VENUE right next to YOUR HOUSE and I'll get vbs to perform for you for 48 hours like the world's most spiteful fucking serenade. I will somehow get my lazy nocturnal ass up early to arrange a collaboration with vbs so we can weed bobbleheaded bumbling fucking idiots like you out of niigo's fanbase, YOU ARE NOT FUCKING WELCOME HERE. I hope your dysfunctional braincells shut down entirely and you walk off a cliff into an angry raccoon nest and one of them bites your dick off. I hope you get so many mosquito bites in places you can't reach and nobody cares about you enough to scratch them for you and every backscratcher you try and get is sold to you by some sleazy scammer. I hope your fucking crops wither and your livestock die and your family gets the plague and you have to eat dirt to survive but even the earthworms won't claim you because you're so disgusting. I hope you get jumped by unhinged vbs fans in a back alley and I'm among them so the last thing you see is my face. get out of my fucking inbox.

go stream kashika. i'm logging off for the night.

#saccharine daffodil #// I FEEL LIKE THIS NEEDS TW TAGS BUT I DONT KNOW WHICH ONES.#tw everything #← whys that even a tag #// also he is totally not logging off for the night

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casavanse · 24 days

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Hamas and the rest of the resistance will take back their land and your maniacal lunatic state will be dissolved!

Resistance? Against who? Gaza's already theirs.

...Anyway, that resistance?

(okay but seriously DON'T CLICK IT unless you're ready to see some ugly stuff. Tw everything more or less)

#dont justify hamas #theres absolutely NOTHING that can justify what they did #antisemitism #am Yisrael Chai #ישראבלר #anon #anon hate #tw rape #tw blood #tw corpse #tw terrorism #tw everything

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xxxkillerkittyxxx · 3 months

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Best feeling is someone grabbing your wrist and it being so tiny in their hand

#tw disordered eating #tw everything #tw ana trigger #tw body check #tw body image #tw b0dy ch3ck #bodi check #ana trigger

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estcaligo · 1 year

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Twisted Thoughts: Why each dorm can be dangerous for you

TW: dark content, drugging, poisoning, implied rape, mental disorders, eating disorders, physical injuries, death, many deaths, suicide, slavery, drowning, closed space, murder, etc.

Careful~

Heartslabyul - drugged at a tea party. / Poisoned. / Collared by Riddle and broke your neck because of it.

Savanaclaw- Beastmen. In. Heat. Good luck there. / Just beaten half to death. / Probably eaten.

Octavinelle - drowning in that sea. Definitely not without help. / Scammed and put in a life threatening situation meh. / Drugged at Mostro Lounge. / Slavery aka working at Mostro Lounge without any rights 24/7 etc.

Scarabia - get lost in the desert, die of dehydration or freeze to death at night. / Drugged at a banquet. / (Alcohol) poisoning, it’s a banquet after all. / Bonus: fatal snakebite.

Pomfiore - Eating. Disorders. And. Body. Shaming. Yes, mental tortures can be as harmful as physical. / Death from starvation. / Death by exhaustion. / Most definitely suicide. / Plus you get poisoned of course.

Ignihyde - your automatic door breaks (accidentally or not) and you’re stuck in your room and nobody hears your cries because the walls are soundproof and you die of starvation or commit suicide. / Machine injury. Crushed limbs. Slow and painful death.

Diasomnia - you fell off that fucking bridge and break your spine plus you fell on thorns so it hurts like hell I am sorry. / Got into a fight with some Dia bullies and they killed you with some horrible spell. Ugly death. / Lilia’s food is too cliche so I don’t want to mention it.

#twisted wonderland #twst #tw dark content #tw everything #having too much fun tonight #such a good stress relief #twisted thoughts

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dark-nymph3t · 7 months

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Rant under cut

Tw: a lot, like everything I don’t know how else to put it

I wish I wasn’t me. I wish I wasn’t a pathological people because I’m terrified and convinced that everyone around me hates me and I just someone to love me and tell me that everything’s gonna be okay and that I’m enough but I will never be. And I wouldn’t blame everyone around me if they hated me because I hate myself too and I wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I had the choice. I wish I didn’t feel the need to starve myself or binge or workout to the point of passing out everyday because I feel like if I was in a different body with a different face and an entirely different person then I would be okay and I would be perfect because my whole life I’ve always been pressured into being perfect and when I wouldn’t be I would get yelled at and I’m scared. I avoid everything and don’t talk because I used to do that and I got hurt and now I can’t open my mouth anymore without thinking that I’m an annoyance and a burden to everyone around me. I feel so worthless and useless and I’m not something extraordinary or anything special I feel like my whole life has amounted to nothing. I see people my age or younger than me doing extradionary things and I feel too old to do anything and that I’ve wasted my whole life. I don’t want to be me anymore.

#tw everything #tw ed implied #tw a lot #tw

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putris-et-mulier · 6 months

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I'm never leaving Tumblr again

and I will never take silly polls for granted anymore

#Trigger warning #tw everything

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yuri-alexseygaybitch · 2 years

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I hate USAmericunt Christianity I hate their ugly multi-million dollar tax-haven megachurches that look like Walmarts I hate their nightmare "family" structures built on ungodly amounts of gender and sexual violence inflicted on the women and children they treat like like property I hate their genocidal desire to do away with queers and fags and anyone that doesn't conform to their nightmare reality I hate their God Guns Babies version of Jesus I hate their slavish and idolatrous worship of white supremacist capitalist dictatorship and most of all I hate their tyrannical desire to impose their evil hateful spiteful cruel lifestyle on all 400 million people stuck in this shithole country and the infantile hubris it requires of them to think that's possible, because it's not, no matter how many fascist legal clerics and laws and law enforcers they incubate in their "think tanks" and "universities" and airlift into the rotting carcass of our government and courts

#tw everything

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ihateornithologists · 18 days

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this is how my drawings would look like if i could put in them all that i wanted

#definitely not projecting anything #again #i'm so sorry i just felt like an absolute shit for more than a year and now i'm trying to convince myself it wasn't entirely my fault #tw everything

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skull-bearer · 1 year

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Here we go again

The one and only time I talk to my bio dad is when someone is going to try and adapt another Cormac McCarthy book.

We're just quietly shaking our heads and wondering how long it's going to take for this one to implode.

They're going for the big one this time. Blood Meridian, or an Evening's Redness in the West. Possibly the best American novel and- completely impossible to adapt.

Do you want to film a tree full of dead babies? Do you want to show the main characters scalping people and fucking children? Do you want graphic anal rape? And I haven't even started. If this book came with trigger warnings they'd be the size of the entire book. And it's not a small book. All historically accurate, by the way.

I just cannot overstate how utterly brutal this book is, and yet it's utterly beautiful. No one has a grasp of prose like Cormac McCarthy, it's like he Marie Kondo-ed the entire English language and kept only what sparked joy and holy shit is it beautiful.

This is a book where digging into the themes just brings up more themes and it just keeps going and going like a mandelbrot set. The biblical analogies, the contrast between the claustrophobia of the characters' mind and the immeasurable landscapes around them. The grip of history. The doom. The profane. It just keeps going.

How do you put that on a screen? Yeah, good luck with that. It's just going to end up as a bloodfest that'll make Tarantino want to have a lie down, and it won't even be funny. Plus on a very private note, my headcanon for the Judge was Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now and since that's not happening there really isn't a point.

#tw rape #tw child abuse #tw EVERYTHING #Cormac McCarthy #Blood Meridian #There is a reason this is the 6th time someone tried to adapt it and its never gotten out of pre-production #I imagine because that's the point the CEO of the production company actually read the book and went OH FUCK NO

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craycraybluejay · 1 year

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I get so fucking hard when you tell me about how you got raped, or how you whored yourself out, etc etc <33

#hard kink #dark kinks #tr4uma kink #cw sa mention #noncon kink #tw everything

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ravenzeppeli · 2 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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