#secco guest appearance

[ask-team-bucciarati]

The fuck is this thing?

-Federico Giovanna

[wowzers-howzers]

Cursed Fanfic

They did surgery on a grape Cioccolata x reader

"Nurse, what's the schedule for today?" Cioccolata snapped his latex gloves on. Secco hummed happily in the corner, adjusting his camcorder and checking it had enough memory for another operation.

"Uuuuhhhhh...a grape?" (R/N) rechecks their chart. "Is this for real?"

"Ok! I'll just need to make smaller incisions. Wouldn't want the grape getting disemboweled too soon," the surgeon winked, as if he had just made a flirty comment at you.

“Um ok? I’m confused as to what we are even doing still...” (R/N) trails off. Cioccolata smirks and rubs your head.

“You’re not here to know things! So don’t worry! Just be a good (boy/girl) and hand me the utensils I ask for,” the green-haired doctor spins around with a flourish. “Now let’s get started. Secco, film this well and I will reward you with three sugar cubes.”

Secco squealed in pleasure. THREE WHOLE SUGAR CUBES!

“And you,” Cioccolata eyes you hungrily, “can also have a sweet treat.”

You shudder. He’s probably only thinking about what you would look like back up on this very same table.

You finally approach the operating table. The surgical light beams harshly down at the cold steel surface. On the table, a lonesome grape sits in the middle. Secco holds his camera and eagerly awaits the first incision.

“To start, I will need a scalpel. Nurse?” Cioccolata reaches his hand out towards you. You place the requested item in his waiting hand.

“Thank you,” he looks back down. He approaches the grape with surgical (HA!) precision and slowly slices through the outer layer of the fruit. The mushy grape meat glistens under the bright light. You catch the gleam of pleasure in Cioccolata’s green eyes.

The doctor reaches a gloved finger down and lightly smushes the grape. It squelches and you hear Secco zoom in with his camera.

“Did you get that noise? That better be in the video or no sugar cubes!” Cioccolata glares at his filming assistant. Secco nods quickly and whimpers quietly at the threat. Still confused as to what is happening, you just stare at the now smushed grape.

“Now we will peel back the skin to get a better view,” he continues. He uses both hands to slowly peel the skin off of the grape. “Notice that the inside is a completely different color than the outside. Fascinating!” His cheeks lift up. If he wasn’t wearing a surgical mask, you are sure he’d be smiling.

“I thought that was common knowledge,” you question. Cioccolata whips his head around to glare at you. You shrink back in fear and throw your hands up in defeat. Cioccolata returns his attention to the grape.

“This is the most important part. Secco, it’s very important that you capture this!”

Secco lees closer with his camera. Cioccolata let’s out a crazed laugh and slams his hand down, smashing the grape, and making a large metallic clang as his fist meets the table.

Your eyes widen from the display and you stare at the pulpy mess. Cioccolata’s laugh trails off and he looks to you. His eyes are clouded with lust. He gets hard for grape smashing? You are even more confused on his motivations than you already were.

“Now to finish up.”

Cioccolata throws the grape skin and bits into a red biohazard bag and removes his latex gloves. He waits for you to follow suit. Secco has already stoped filming and is checking his footage to make sure he got everything. Cioccolata moves to the sink in the corner to wash his hands and motions for you to join him. You slowly approach after removing and tossing your gloves.

Once you are next to him, he leans over and you feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear.

“You know, amore, I’m really in the mood to explore your insides,” the man watches for your reaction. You blush and stutter out some response as you wash your hands.

“You’re my favorite pet, but don’t tell Secco,” he whispers far too close for comfort again. “Meet me in my room in five minutes,” he instructs. You nod sheepishly. On his way out, he tosses three sugar cubes at Secco, who quickly catches all three in his gaping maw. You will never understand how he is able to do that, and frankly it is kinda terrifying.

As Secco crunches, you quietly make your leave and head upstairs. You feel an apprehensive excitement for what awaits you up the stairs and past the door. You also take this time to process what just happened. They did surgery on a grape.

Your footsteps echo on the wooden staircase. As you climb, the grape surgery replays in your mind over and over. One specific thing about it in particular stands out. Cioccolata was especially excited and you really weren’t sure why. Of course you knew about his odd tendencies and interests but this was new to you. Grape surgery. Is that a kink?

You swing open the door at the top of the stairs and continue onwards down the hallway until you reach a black door. You knock twice and hear a muffled “come in.”

Closing the door behind you, you turn to see Cioccolata sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for you with his coat and pants already removed. This isn’t the first time he has invited you to some “private play” in his room before, but it feels different this time; more primal.

Upon your entrance, Cioccolata springs up off the bed and envelopes his arms around you. As he hugs you close to him, he pulls your shirt off over your head.

His room was kept at a cold temperature usually, so your nipples were already erect. The doctor pulled away from the hugs and stared you down. You felt like shrinking away from his gaze but you knew you would be reprimanded if you did. He licked his lips hungrily.

“You look sweeter than any grape could ever hope to be,” he looked you in the eyes before groping your chest. You moaned as his hands roughly twisted your nipples. A heat started between your legs, and you were excited. Cioccolata, for how weird he is, you had to give the man credit for knowing how to pleasure your body. You chalked it up to him having an intimate knowledge of human anatomy, including the erogenous zones.

You felt him hardening inside his thong, so after he leaned his head down to lick one of your nipples, you reached your hand down to cup him. He let out an animalistic growl against you and the vibrations added a new level of pleasure to the sensations he was giving you.

As you moaned, Cioccolata continued his ministrations against your chest, lightly biting and tugging against you. His unoccupied hand reached down to your waist band and he expertly slid them from off of your hips.

He broke off from your chest with a pop and you felt extremely cold from the lack of contact. Before you could whine, he met your eyes, “I’m sure you taste sweeter than a grape too.”

Cioccolata picked you up by your hips and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to maintain balance. He slammed you down onto his plush bed.

You gasp as he moves his body down and roughly grasps your thighs. Before you can press your thighs together, he uses his hands to separate them forcibly, keeping his hands on your legs to keep them spread.

“No underwear? How naughty of you, kitten.” You whimper at the lust lacing his voice. His eyes are half lidded and you shudder at the feeling of him staring at your sex.

“Please,” you put a hand on the back of his head. He smirks up at you.

“Since you asked so nicely, uva,” he purrs. Cioccolata bows his head and slides his hands down your thighs to spread your ass.

He licks a long stripe up your sex and moans onto you. You gasp and sigh from the sensation of his warm tongue on your swollen parts. “Cio~,” you mewl. He squeezes your ass, leaving nail marks for sure.

You pull at his hair and yank when he hits particular spots with his mouth. You’re shocked that he’s being this gentle and loving with you. He usually takes what he wants and leaves you hanging, but something has sparked in him that has him yearning for more. You definitely aren’t complaining as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten.

He must know you’re close from your increased moans and jerks because he pulls away from between your legs licking his lips. His face is wet with saliva and your own secretions and he seems to be enjoying every bit of it.

Despite just eating a full meal, he looks at you with increased hunger in his eyes. He sits back on his legs in front of you, still looming over you. Your eyes trail down his body, landing on the green fuzz just above the black of his thong. His dick has pushed out of the thing awkwardly, so you reach forward to grab him and fix it. Cioccolata gets the message and quickly slides his thong down and kicks it somewhere in the room.

Fully uncovered, he laughs at you unabashedly looking him up and down.

“Like what you see?”

Nodding eagerly, you lean forward and take him in your hands. He lets out a hiss and leans his head back as you pump him slowly. He is average length but very girthy, so one hand isn’t enough.

His hands grasp your head, fingers slipping through your hair and grabbing.

“I’d love to do this another time, but there’s something I’d enjoy even more, uva,” he leans your head up to look at your face.

You feel paralyzed, but in a good way. Looking up into his green eyes, you feel comforted in a way you’ve never felt around this doctor before. Although he looks down intimidatingly, you get the sense that nothing could distract him from this pleasure right now, not even the urge to inflict pain and despair.

His face softens as he leans down on the bed with you. One hand rests by your shoulder, propping himself up, while the other firmly holds your hip in place. His grip is bruising but nothing you can’t handle, certainly not the worst he’s done. Again, this isn’t your first rodeo, just the easiest one.

Lining himself up, you feel his firmness prod between your thighs. His saliva from early thoroughly lubed you, and he slides into you with little resistance. You moan loudly as you feel him fill you to the brim. He shuts his eyes and bites his lip as he bottoms out in you.

“Cio please,” you moan his name and scratch his back.

“Cazzo,” he groans as he rocks his hips against yours. The friction burns in the best way possible and the coil in your stomach tightens again.

Picking up speed, he moans more and more as you clench around him. You wrap your arms around him and hold him against you as he fucks you. He uses the hand that held your hips to squeeze your upper body closer to yours. The new angle has you gasping as his body rubs against yours.

Hearing you, he speeds his thrusts up and your vision blacks out as you see stars, the force of your orgasm forcing you to arch into him.

“Sei la mia uza. Sto venendo!” Cioccolata growls out. His head burrows against your neck and he bites down as his hips stutter. You feel his teeth puncture your skin and draw blood, but at this point you don’t care. His nails scratch down your back as he rides his orgasm out in you.

Your chest still heaving, you drop your arms back at your side. He slides out of you and rolls next to your body. Both of you are covered in sweat and panting, but neither of you make a move to get up to clean off. You are vaguely aware of his intense green eyes staring down the side of your face as he holds you in his arms. Surprising, usually he immediately kicks you out of his room when he’s done with you.

His hand makes lazy patterns against your body and he hums in content.

“Something about that grape, it’s juiciness, made me need you. You’ll get a good reward for this, I promise,” he pushes his lips against you in an out-of-character act of passion. Honestly, you don’t mind this side of him and you wouldn’t be opposed to watching him operate on grapes again if it meant you got this treatment afterwards.

You smile sweetly against his lips. They did surgery on a grape.

Next part is https://wowzers-howzers.tumblr.com/post/185760174706/secco-x-reader-cursed-fanfic

Third part is https://wowzers-howzers.tumblr.com/post/185874753151/continuation-of-secco-x-reader

[succikko-draws]

They might like dogs less after that

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Transcript:

Diavolo: Doppio, today we’re recruiting a doctor for passione Doppio: Okidoki Boss, I’m on it!

Doppio, handing a letter: Hello Dr, I’m the recruiter for the familia. Cioccolata: Ah yes, welcome. C: (a child??) Doppio: Here’s the letter with the conditions the boss prepared.

Dia, to Doppio: (Stay on guard my Doppio, I have a bad feeling about that dude... I’m hearing weird noises upstairs) Doppio: (Ok Boss) Wh- what are these noises coming from upstairs

C: Hahaha, no worries, it’s my dog Diav and Doppio: Gasp! Dog? I love dogs! Can I pet him? C: sure! Go at the stairs and call him

Doppio, kneeling down at the bottom of the stairs, slapping his thighs and whistling: Cmere pupper!!

C: Secco, come meet out guest, I’ll give you sugar cubes

D: Secco! Come here bud-!!

D: Come here b- Secco, appearing suddenly at the top of the stairs: WROOF

Diavolo, horrified, to a confused and horrified Doppio: D-Doppio... Run the FUCK AWAY. NOW.

[abbacchiosbelt]

Still Breathing | Cioccolata x F!Reader

This is a commissioned piece for @jashin-priestess! Please heed the warnings on this one before you read it - it is very dark.

CW: Non-Con, Extreme Violence, Mutilation, Amputation, Blood, Knives, Mind Break Elements, Guro, Broken Bones, Bondage/Restraint 

The building located at the address you were given, had you been a regular citizen strolling down the streets in the pleasant warmth of the evening, wouldn’t have been worth giving a second glance. It looked to be rather old and desolate, vines crawling up the crumbling brick and debris scattered on the cracking steps leading to the entrance. When you look at the building, though, a chill wracks your body so violently that you almost decide to abandon your mission in favor of fleeing.

The potential rewards that would come from your visit convinced you to stay and carry out your personal desires.

Every single thing about your target, Cioccolata, made your skin crawl – from the way he always smelled like rotten flesh to the cold and spindly fingers he always tried to touch you with whenever you were unlucky enough to deliver a package to him. Not to mention his strange assistant, always crouched on the floor in a full-body suit, eying you with noticeable interest that made you uncomfortable.

The building in front of you was a different location than usual – the packages you’d delivered previously had been exchanged on neutral ground. There would have been no reason for your mission, had you not been subjected to rumors from other members of Passione that left you horrified and insatiably curious. If they were true, though, there was potential for extorting the doctor.

(If only you’d know then, you thought – as cold metal sliced into your skin unforgivingly – how wrong you’d been.)

Eyeing the street to make sure it was empty; you approach the house cautiously and glance at the windows – boarded shut and covered by dark curtains. Your plan had been to approach directly, but an escape route would be necessary for back up. It wasn’t exactly smart, to take on another member of Passione, but your greed for knowledge left you to make a decision you’d come to regret.

It was now or never, then. Smoothing down your skirt – pausing to ensure your gun was holstered and in reach – you lean forward and knock on the door in a symbol that he’d recognize as another member of Passione. You only hoped that a visit from someone else wasn’t a rarity, lest you make a spectacle of yourself immediately.

The beat that passes between the time it takes you to remove your hand from the door and how fast it opens startles you – you’re immediately met by Cioccolata’s assistant at the door, panting and staring at you with what you hope is recognition.

“Hello?” You try, pulling your lips up into the best smile you could muster. The man in front of you smells so rotten that you want to retch, but that wouldn’t exactly gain you any favors. The man in the suit tilts his head and grunts, moving to a frog-like position and sitting as still as a statue.

“Secco?” Cioccolata’s deep voice rings out from the darkness of the house (ah, so Secco was his assistant’s name) before you hear heavy footsteps approach the front door. When he appears, almost melting in from the darkness like some otherworldly creature, he’s wearing a crooked grin. Secco grunts at Cioccolata and his eyes slide to your thighs for the briefest moment before he turns his intense gaze back to you.

“Oh! A guest, this late?” His smile doesn’t falter, but his eyes widen after he looks at you for a moment longer. “Ah, I haven’t seen you in quite some time, cara. You’ve come at the perfect time, come in, come in!”

Cioccolata almost sounds manic in the way he speaks to you, his eyes shining brightly as he waves an emphatic arm to welcome you inside. Secco scampers away and you’re left to stand on the doorstep, the burn in your gut telling you to run and never look back.

“Well?” He continues to grin at you, still waving his arm. With a nervous chuckle, you take slow steps forward until you’re inside the dimly lit house – suddenly aware of how unlived and dusty it looks. Grimly, you realize that perhaps you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. The door shuts behind you and you’re shrouded in complete darkness. A hand comes to rest on your lower back and the hair on the nape of your neck stands up, a chill wracking your body like it had outside the house.

A dim light appears from low on the floor, along with a blinking red light. The room is lit up enough that the bloodstains marring the floor stick out to you like a beacon, making your heart pound uncomfortably fast. Cioccolata hums, deep and low, and starts to trail his hand down your body.

Attack him. Run. Do anything – but the screaming in your mind can’t overcome to fear running through your veins and gluing you to the rickety floor, directly in line of that flashing red light. Your breath hitches when Cioccolata’s hand dips beneath the hem of your skirt and cold fingertips trail your exposed thigh – and then it dawns on you that he’s inches away from touching the gun you had snug on your thigh.

It’s too late though – he senses the change in your breathing and the way your heartrate increases even faster. His fingers close the gap and you wince when they close around the handle of the gun, sliding it gingerly out of its holster, cold metal trailing against your skin as it pulls it above your skirt and presses it to your temple.

“That’s curious. You don’t have a Stand, do you?” Cioccolata digs the metal into your temple when you hesitate to answer. The red light doesn’t stop blinking, but the light travels slowly up your body until its resting on your face.

“N-no,” you whisper. Your voice betrays you by cracking and Cioccolata lowers the gun, trailing it against your jaw before he fits it in his own pants.

“Ooh, you’re getting all of this on camera, Secco?” The sudden shift of Cioccolata’s voice makes your stomach drop – he could so easily switch from menacing to a sadistic glee in seconds. Secco grunts and nods eagerly, holding the camera steady. Cioccolata’s hand comes to cup your jaw, fingers pressing hard into the thin skin. “Good, good! This is the best part, when they lose hope… Oh, you have lots more to go through, so this is just a taste. How long can your pretty little face hold up?”

– And then everything is a rush of white-hot pain, wood floor biting into your skin and splinters tearing at your hands scrambling for purchase, warm liquid trickling down your aching head. There’s a searing pressure digging into your right leg and you want to cry out as it melts into your flesh – god, it’s bubbling, and you have no idea what it is, but it burns, like your flesh is being flayed into a million little hot pieces – and then everything is black. The last thing you see is the blinking of the red light and the glint of excitement in Secco’s eyes, dimly lit from the camera.

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There’s darkness, when you pry your heavy eyes open. It stings – there’s something sticky stuck to the insides of your eyelids – you grit your teeth and hiss through the uncomfortable sensation. It takes a moment for your vision to adjust, darkness ebbing away to a dimly lit room, too poorly lit to see beyond your own body.  

Your whole body aches horribly, head throbbing so insistently that you want to throw up. It’s nothing compared to the ache in your back and lower body – and then you look down and your vision goes white and you thrash your head to the side, and whatever was left in your stomach is heaved onto the floor as you realize your entire right leg below your knee is gone. The skin looks like it’s melting off your body, sinewy red flesh dangling from the jagged tear.

There’s a horrific searing pain gnawing at the stump that’s been left behind, a strange dull ache pulsing behind it, and you want to scream but it comes out hollow. It’s almost enough to send you back into darkness – you have to stay awake if you want to live, though, so you do your best to even out your rapid breathing and try to focus on anything but the unbearable pain blooming from what’s left of your leg and the ache afflicting the rest of your body.

Looking down, you see that you’ve been stripped naked, the dim lighting making your skin look sallow. Metal scraping against something draws your attention to the far corner of the room and you realize the door is being opened. Panicked, you try to move but realize your arms and legs are strapped to the table you’re laid out on. A wheeze escapes from your throat, fear coursing through your veins.

“Awake already? Hm, you’ve exceeded my expectations.” Your eyes dart wildly as you try to find Cioccolata’s location, but an insistent press on the knee of your right leg makes you cry out.

“Secco, leave that alone for now, you’ll have your fun later.”

You flail in the restraints hopelessly, not wanting to find out what later meant. Secco grunts near your leg, hot breath fanning over the raw flesh and making you shudder. Footsteps echo across the room until you realize they’ve stopped and there’s a presence looming behind you. Cioccolata grabs your jaw and holds your head in place, staring intently at you with bright green eyes. The smile he had earlier is replaced with the curl of his lip, smug.

“You’re quite energetic. The human body is tenacious, isn’t it?” His fingers clench around your jaw harder, like he’s trying to dig through the skull under your flesh. You wince and try to bite back the cry of pain that leaves your lips. Cioccolata tuts. “Don’t hold anything back, now.”

Whimpering, you avert your eyes and try to look for an exit – it appears that the one door is your only way out. Cioccolata follows your eyes and chuckles.

“Looking to leave already? I am curious as to what your plans were.” The fingers around your jaw unclench and instead stroke at your cheek, making you grimace. “Actually…” Cioccolata trails off and moves around your body, unfastening the restraints that tied you to the table. The skin is red and rubbed raw from pulling, but the lack of pressure gives you the slightest bit of relief – though the relief is short lived when you see Cioccolata’s smile. “Go on, then, coniglietta. Try to escape or attack me, whatever you were going to do. I’ll give you a head start since you’ve got that pesky leg problem.”

It’s a trap, you already know by the look on his face (and the state of your body, already broken) but the irrational part of your brain has you heaving yourself off of the table and trying to balance on your left leg – it’s numb, though, and you immediately topple over. Pain shoots through your entire body, right leg throbbing so hard that you cry out, but you manage to drag yourself forward, chest heaving from exertion.

You only get a few feet from the table before you see that little red light start blinking from the darkest corner of the room, and your heart constricts in your chest. There’s not time to think before a crushing pain assaults your left side, loud crack resounding in the air as you wail pitifully and try to crawl away – the next breath you take is followed by an unbearable pain in your ribcage. Still, you desperately claw at the floor and try to crawl forward.

There’s an impact against your left side again and you grunt loudly when you’re flipped onto your back, chest painfully contracting as you try to draw in a full breath. Cioccolata is staring down at you with that same smirk, eyes hungrily trailing over the purple and black bruises rising under your skin.

“Surely you had more in mind than that? Though bringing a gun…” Cioccolata brings his foot down on your right shoulder and presses in with his full weight, excruciating pain flaring under his impact. A sob escapes from your throat and you writhe under his foot. “It’s a good thing Passione won’t miss someone as worthless as you.” Another press of his foot to your shoulder and you wail. Cioccolata drags his heel down your chest, the pass of it over your ribcage unbearable as your body seizes under him.

“I’m not,” you pant, dredging up the last will you had to fight. Cioccolata tilts his head and watches you struggle to speak, amused. “—not worthless.” It’s merely a strained whisper. Cioccolata’s face falls into a frown and his shoe slides back up your chest, heel dragging slowly, until it’s resting square on your face.

“Speak up or it’s no fun.” Cioccolata’s foot lifts up and slams down directly on your nose, loud crack as the cartilage is crushed under the heavy weight of his heel. The impact has you screaming as blood gushes from your nose, dribbling into your mouth and down the sides of your face. “That’s what I like to hear!” Cioccolata lifts the bloodied heel of his shoe from your face to look at the aftermath.

The stinging pain in your nose is nothing compared to the brutal pain biting at your severed leg – you never thought you’d be crying out for mercy so early, hoping for Cioccolata to end your suffering.

“Please,” you manage to choke out. The blood in your mouth tastes bitter, and you spit weakly before catching your breath. “Please stop.”

“Oh?” Cioccolata kneels down beside you, close enough that you can smell the mix of his cologne among the rotten smell in the basement, making your aching stomach twist unpleasantly. “But we’ve barely started! I suppose there’s other things we can do.”

From the corner, Secco shuffles closer and keeps the camera obediently trained on your body. With a muted horror, you realized he’s been filming the entire encounter – it was a rumor you had hoped was true due to it’s potential for blackmail, but now, you just felt ill.

The hope that he’d end your suffering early was snuffed out like a flame. Cioccolata stands from your side and briefly disappears into the darkness, only to come back moments later with a large butcher knife. You finally find your voice and scream again, wiggling on the ground helplessly and trying to pull yourself with your good arm and leg.

“Don’t throw a fit, I’m not using this yet.” Cioccolata places the knife to the side of the table you were strapped to earlier before he turns back and lifts you off the ground with ease. Weakly you claw at his back, but the thick material of his white shirt leaves your efforts fruitless. With a resounding crack, Cioccolata drops you onto the table and lets your head bounce from the impact, leaving your vision starry as you try t to get your bearings.

You weakly protest when you feel your arms being tugged at roughly until they’re snug in the straps again, ropes rubbing at the already torn skin around your wrists. There’s pressure near your wounded leg again and you expect to look down to see Secco nudging at it, but instead it’s Cioccolata attending to it with a wet cloth and bandages.

“Why?” You grumble. Cioccolata lifts his head at your question, but he continues working on your leg. The pain radiating from there doesn’t lessen, but the cool washcloth gives you the barest reprieve as the wound is cleaned.

“I can’t have you giving out on me yet. You practically gifted yourself to me, it’d be a waste to throw you in the trash so quickly.” His response makes you whimper weakly – you shouldn’t have expected anything else. The time that passes is lost to you as you fade in and out of consciousness, called back by the feel of his fingers digging into your wound, until you’re made aware of his face inches from yours, bright green eyes looking hungrily at you.

The camera that Secco’s been handling is shoved into the other side of your face and you cough weakly, a mix of saliva and your own blood running in a thin line down your chin. Cioccolata leans forward and licks a stripe up your bloodied face. Any struggle you’d had left is long gone so you’re forced to whine in discomfort as his hot tongue swipes across your bottom lip.

Cioccolata’s tongue forces its way into your mouth with no resistance, trailing against your teeth and exploring the wet cavern thoroughly, your stomach rolling in disgust. He pulls back, leaving a trail of bloodied saliva connecting your lips – and then you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone.

You know what’s coming and you don’t want to look, don’t want to think about it, but your eyes fall to the side and find Cioccolata’s erect cock freed from his white pants. It’s thick and veiny, coarse green public hair at the base with heavy balls. His free hand darts out to grip your sore jaw when he catches you staring.

He pulls his foreskin back and steps forward until his cock is resting on your face – you feel sick when he slides his heavy member under your still bloodied nose and slicks it with blood before trailing it to your mouth, swollen purple head nudging insistently at your lips.

“Surely you don’t need to be told what to do?” Numbly, you open your mouth, gagging at the strong musky smell that invades your senses despite your stuffed nose.

“Good, good,” Cioccolata muses, sliding his cock inch by inch into your mouth. “Secco, you’re still filming?” There’s a series of grunts from behind you, and you hear rustling followed by the sound of heavy chomping. “So obedient today, very good.”

All you want to do is cry out for him to stop, or fade out from consciousness again, but your body is clinging to every painful and uncomfortable sensation it can find – the burning pain of your broken nose, every sharp breath rattling your broken ribs, the almost unbearable pain of your mutilated leg – and now the feeling of gagging on Cioccolata’s cock, slowly pushing in and out of your mouth.

You groan around his cock in protest, but it only pulls a moan from Cioccolata and he pushes his cock in even deeper, drawing tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Make sure you’re recording her face, Secco. We’re nearly at the best part!”

Cioccolata’s thrusts start to grow erratic, the sensation of his cock repeatedly slamming into your throat drawing pained whines from your mouth – the vibrations have Cioccolata growling from above you, staring at you in sadistic glee as tears roll down your face. Without warning he rams his cock all the way in, hot and bitter ropes of cum shooting directly down your throat. You gag around his cock and try to roll away, but it only causes your good leg to dangle off the table.

He milks himself fully in your mouth, keeping his cock snug in your throat until every last drop has been released. With a wet pop, he pulls out and a mixture of saliva and cum bubble over your swollen lips.

“If you keep that up, maybe we’ll have a use for you here after all.” Cioccolata swipes his thumb along your dirtied cheek and holds his thumb out to Secco, who eagerly leans over you and sucks at the taller man’s thumb. Secco drools on you when he pulls back and grunts, staring at you with wide violet eyes. “Yes, Secco, you might have a new playmate if she holds up. Don’t put that camera down, now.” Cioccolata fondly rubs at Secco’s covered head before trailing his eyes down your naked body.

One of his wide hands comes to rest on the center of your tender chest, purple and black splotches blooming under the injured skin – his hand almost spans the entire width of your chest. A quiet moan leaves your mouth and you don’t know if it’s because this is the first gentle touch you’ve felt, but you feel sick when you just push your body into his hand. Anything would be better than pain; the delirious haze in your mind was growing worse by the minute.

“So sensitive, just from that?” Cioccolata moves his hand to brush over one of your nipples, the bud already hardened from the cold air. You cry out again and he rolls the nub between his fingers until it’s red and sensitive. “Do you want more? Are you going to give in so easy?” You want to squeeze your eyes shut but you look at him, eyes half lidded, and nod against your better judgment.

His hand moves and tends to your other nipple in the same way – the arousal building in your stomach is fighting with the burning disgust you feel for him, but his warm mouth coming down around one of your nipples distracts you. He sucks at your nipple hard enough to hurt and you cry out in pain. The harsh sucking fades to a gentle pull of his mouth while his tongue rolls over your nipple – it’s enough to pull a real moan from you, enough to have tears of shame pricking in the corners of your eyes and rolling down your already wet cheeks.

One of Cioccolata’s hands snakes down your lower body and you startle, thrashing in the restraints.

“N-no,” you whisper, throat too sore to shout. “Not there, please—”

“Are you sure about that?” Cioccolata slides a finger down until it makes contact with your already slick center, giving him no resistance when he pushes in the tip of his long finger. The shame in your gut isn’t enough to push back the arousal and you instinctively push into his finger, biting back the moan you want to let out. Cioccolata tilts his head up from your chest and meets your gaze, blood-smeared lips pulled up in a smile. “Weak little girls like you are easy to read.” He sinks another finger inside of you and curls them up, drawing a muffled moan from you. “You were already all spread out for me anyways. Secco, you saw her throw her leg over the table, didn’t you?”

Secco makes a loud affirmative sound, earning a cube from Cioccolata’s pocket, thrown as he lifts himself away from your body. Your eyes widen in fear when you look down and see that he’s fully hard again, thick member still dripping with his release and a mixture of your blood.

He shrugs his pants off before he adjusts the table you’re laid on, sliding in-between your legs and leering down at you. Helplessly, you tug at your arm restraints and try to move your legs, but your mangled leg is useless, and your good leg barely has enough strength left to try and push him away.

“Stop, stop,” you whine – you desperately want to pass out, or just have him end it all, but there’s a tiny part of your body that’s aching and begging for friction. Cioccolata responds to your pleas by rubbing his thick cock head against your entrance, smearing your juices onto himself with a pleased groan. His hands dig into your hips to pull your lower half towards himself, leaving you hanging off the edge by the slightest bit.

“Secco, make sure you get her face for this part. The despair in their eyes… It’s always exquisite.”

There’s only a brief pause before he sinks himself into you with a deep thrust – and you scream. You’ve never been with anyone this big and his thick cock stretches you apart with no mercy, walls burning from the violation. “It’s too big,” you whimper, willing your body to adjust before he tears you apart.

Cioccolata doesn’t heed your complaint and starts rocking into you, cock pulling painfully against your walls as he draws all the way back before pushing back in again. Tears roll down your face as he continues pumping into you, but eventually the burn begins to turn pleasant – the pleasure clouding your mind has you focusing on the way his cock rubs against your inner walls.

“Good, good, keep taking it.” Cioccolata lilts. He continues his slow pace for another minute until he pauses to throw your good leg up over his shoulder. When he pumps back in, the burning stretch return as his cock pushes inside your pussy even deeper than before. It feels like your guts are being pushed to the side, if it were possible – when he bottoms out, he pauses, looking at your stomach with an expression of surprise. Your eyes follow his to find a noticeable distention in your stomach – when he pulls back and thrusts, the bulge follows his motions.

“What a good little whore you’re turning out to be.” The admonishment sends a shameful jolt of arousal through your body – it makes you feel disgusted at how eagerly you’re responding to his cock, at how your body aches with every movement, yet you still find yourself feeling sated from the friction being granted by Cioccolata’s cock. You clench around him involuntarily and draw forth a pleased growl.

Every thrust is punctuated by throbbing pain in the rest of your body, each pained breath you’re taking contracting achingly in your chest. And yet when Cioccolata starts pounding into you harder, heavy balls slapping against you with a wet smack, you feel whatever was left of your rational mind fade away as you weakly rock your hips in time with his movements and moan shamelessly.

“I knew you’d be easy to break the moment I saw you,” Cioccolata pants. His hand slides under what’s left of your mangled thigh and squeezes at the flesh before trailing down to the bandaged stump, gripping it tight.

A sob rips from your throat at the overwhelming pain from his fingers digging into the still-fresh wound, almost certainly raw and festering underneath the bandages. Your agonized cry has Cioccolata thrusting into you erratically as he fondles the stump, his eyes darting between his cock pumping inside of you, distending your stomach with every thrust, and the way your face contorts under his ministrations.

Cioccolata chases his release with a final set of frenzied thrusts, burying his thick cock deep inside of you with a final push to fill you with his hot cum. Despite his earlier release into your mouth, his load is sizable and oozes out from you when he withdraws, his cock covered with a disgusting mixture of juices and your blood.

Your body contracts around nothing – the aching in your core was practically pulsing, begging for release just to have something else to focus on besides the pain assaulting the rest of your body.

Secco appears next to Cioccolata to get a close-up of your swollen and dripping pussy, pushing in close enough that you can feel the cold lens nudge against your clit, and you whine quietly.

“What’s that?” Cioccolata pushes Secco away and puts the heel of his hand on your clit, feather light pressure making you squirm. “What a fun little subject you are.” He presses down again, harder this time, and you try to rut against him. “I think you should use your words.”

“Please,” you whine – you want nothing else right now and the disgust you felt for his touch earlier has ebbed into desperation. “Please let me cum.”

The words feel wrong in your mouth, almost as if you’re not there (and maybe you aren’t – your mind is in a hazy and delirious cloud from all the pain throughout your body), but you repeat them until you’re sobbing, until Cioccolata is moving his hand in a steady rhythm over your clit.

“Good, good. I may have use for you yet.” Cioccolata’s praise, even just the tiniest bit of it, sends you over the edge with a strained moan, leaving your body shaking as your orgasm washes over you. He works his hand over your clit until you’re whimpering from overstimulation, pulling away when the table rattles from how hard you tug at your wrist restraints.

You roll your head to the side and stare blankly at the wall, completely and utterly defeated in both body and mind. For a few minutes you’re left to yourself while Cioccolata and Secco exit the room – only to feel panic rise in your chest when you hear the door opening again. The fear of what could come next still sends adrenaline shooting through your veins, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull at your restraints as you lay there drying in a puddle of semen and blood.

“So obedient already. She’ll be a good pet, Secco.” A moment later you feel your lower half being pulled around, and your left ankle is strapped back into the restraint. Another restraint is soon tied taut to your left leg, so tight that it makes you groan in discomfort. “Now stay still like a good pet and this will hurt less.” You want to scream and cry, but there’s nothing left – whatever hope you had of escape is slipping away by the second.

You finally roll your head up to look at Cioccolata, manic grin on his face as he brandishes the massive butcher knife you saw him put down earlier.

“God, no” you plead, your voice finally coming back to you, but Cioccolata tuts in response.

“Shh, now.”

Before you can protest any further, you watch with horror as the butcher knife slices through the air and begins its assault on your leg – all you’re doing is screaming, screaming so loud that it’s all you can hear and whatever pain you had felt earlier is nothing compared to the blade tearing and slicing at your skin. You’re fading in and out of consciousness and when you look down – oh god, you wish you hadn’t and you wish you were dead – there’s deep red blood gushing from the wound, spilling over your leg and onto the table and floor below. The last thing you see is the blade slicing through the air again before your body mercifully gives out in what you hope is the final time.

-

It’s dark, when you wake up – there’s a heavy sensation around your neck. For a moment, and you hope so badly that it’s true, you wonder if this is just part of death, a weird in-between place that you’re stuck in. The agonizing ache of your body, though, has silent tears rolling down your dirtied face as you realize you’re still alive. You’re positioned on the floor, against a wall, but you’re unsure if you’re in the same room as you were earlier.

When you twist your head to look, there’s a clinking noise and suddenly you’re pulled back violently – your body flops awkwardly and you try to right yourself. The pain, despite how all-consuming it is, isn’t as prominent as it was before you passed out, and you blearily wonder how much time has passed.

When you look down, you see that your other leg is gone – but the shock you had felt when you looked down the first time is gone. It was expected, now. Both stumps have bandages on them, clearly more carefully wrapped and well-tended to. You’re still naked, too, and each shallow breath you take is sending a shooting pain through your chest.

A door opens and you hear footsteps scampering along the floor, followed by heavy footsteps you recognize as Cioccolata’s. You blink in pain when low light floods the room, not daring to look down at yourself. Secco sits on the floor beside you and grunts, leaning over to nudge at you.

“Careful, Secco, she’s still fresh. You can play later.” Cioccolata stands over you, kneeling down to pull your chin up with his hand. “You were very good for me, pet. You’ve done better than I expected.” You try to turn your head, but his grip is too strong.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” You murmur – your voice doesn’t sound like your own anymore. Cioccolata clicks his tongue at you and squeezes your jaw between his fingers painfully tight until you whimper.

“Behave. That’s no way to talk to your master.” With a final squeeze, he releases you jaw and instead slides his hand down to press on your chest, making you wheeze and cough up bloodied spit. “Are you going to listen to me?”

There’s nothing left to do but nod your head, resigning yourself to your fate. When you meet his gaze, he quirks an eyebrow. Taking a shaky breath, wincing at the pain, you reply. “Yes, master.”

“Very good.” He removes his hand and stands back up, Secco following suit to perch next to Cioccolata on the floor. He gives you a sick smile before he leans forward, towering over your helpless body.

“If you keep behaving, perhaps I’ll grant you that wish of yours. Good pets get rewarded.”

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Live on Lake Superior! Lighthouse-Themed Home Floats on the Market

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This lighthouse-themed property overlooks Lake Superior and the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore in one of the country’s most dynamic sailing destinations. Listed for $2 million with Victor Sacco of Edina Realty, it’s currently the second-most expensive listing in Bayfield, WI, a tiny town with around 500 residents.

Designed by TEA2 Architects of Minneapolis to mimic a lighthouse, the 2,175-square-foot home with two bedrooms and three baths was built in 2000 and has had only one owner. Sprinkled throughout the home are unique design details, including a red door sourced from a Chinese freight ship and recycled balsam fir from a Twin Cities high school gymnasium’s bleachers.

“The owner is a sailing enthusiast. He wanted something that was unique and connected to this nautical feeling of the area,” says Sacco. Because of his nautical bent, the property overlooks the Point, where passenger-ferry boats depart for Madeline Island and sailboats launch during the warmer months.

The entire living area is on the second level to take advantage of the view. Inside, a circular staircase connects the two levels, with shiplap and porthole windows hammering home the lighthouse theme.

“The craftsmanship is fantastic,” says Secco. “It’s like living in a work of art.”

Window seats feature built-ins below to store games and reading materials, and there’s an octagonal window embedded into the floor just like you might find sailing on the high seas.

For the entertainer, the open floor plan includes a circular bar crafted from wood. An outdoor deck off the home’s second level is suited for summertime dinners. Above the sink in the kitchen is a custom stained-glass window cut into a porthole shape.

Exterior

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Boat barn exterior

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Boat barn interior

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Also on the property is a boat barn (its height allows for easy boat storage) with an attached wood shop to maintain watercraft. The barn building also has living space and an office, so it could double as guest quarters.

As grand as the property is, there’s potential to expand the footprint of living space given that it sits on a 14.8-acre lot.

“This is basically just a guesthouse to what could be built next door,” says Sacco.

Window seats

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Deck

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Kitchen

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As for a potential buyer? It’ll be someone who’s “a sailing enthusiast,” according to Sacco. “It’s got to be somebody who is not overly concerned about the price per square foot, and they’re not looking for a master suite. The bedrooms are modest in size.”

The home’s been on the market for nearly a year, waiting for the perfect buyer to sail on in.

While spring and summer are high season in Bayfield, winter means skiing and snowshoeing.

“You can be on the grande dame of all lakes,” says Sacco about Lake Superior, noting “how clear it is, how deep it is, and how pristine it is still.”

The homeowners—who are getting older—plan to move on.

“They feel like this special place should be enjoyed by someone who can get here more often,” says Sacco.

The post Live on Lake Superior! Lighthouse-Themed Home Floats on the Market appeared first on Real Estate News & Insights | realtor.com®.

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Live on Lake Superior! Lighthouse-Themed Home Floats on the Market

realtor.com

This lighthouse-themed property overlooks Lake Superior and the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore in one of the country’s most dynamic sailing destinations. Listed for $2 million with Victor Sacco of Edina Realty, it’s currently the second-most expensive listing in Bayfield, WI, a tiny town with around 500 residents.

Designed by TEA2 Architects of Minneapolis to mimic a lighthouse, the 2,175-square-foot home with two bedrooms and three baths was built in 2000 and has had only one owner. Sprinkled throughout the home are unique design details, including a red door sourced from a Chinese freight ship and recycled balsam fir from a Twin Cities high school gymnasium’s bleachers.

“The owner is a sailing enthusiast. He wanted something that was unique and connected to this nautical feeling of the area,” says Sacco. Because of his nautical bent, the property overlooks the Point, where passenger-ferry boats depart for Madeline Island and sailboats launch during the warmer months.

The entire living area is on the second level to take advantage of the view. Inside, a circular staircase connects the two levels, with shiplap and porthole windows hammering home the lighthouse theme.

“The craftsmanship is fantastic,” says Secco. “It’s like living in a work of art.”

Window seats feature built-ins below to store games and reading materials, and there’s an octagonal window embedded into the floor just like you might find sailing on the high seas.

For the entertainer, the open floor plan includes a circular bar crafted from wood. An outdoor deck off the home’s second level is suited for summertime dinners. Above the sink in the kitchen is a custom stained-glass window cut into a porthole shape.

Exterior

realtor.com

Stairwell

realtor.com

Living area

realtor.com

Boat barn exterior

realtor.com

Boat barn interior

realtor.com

Also on the property is a boat barn (its height allows for easy boat storage) with an attached wood shop to maintain watercraft. The barn building also has living space and an office, so it could double as guest quarters.

As grand as the property is, there’s potential to expand the footprint of living space given that it sits on a 14.8-acre lot.

“This is basically just a guesthouse to what could be built next door,” says Sacco.

Window seats

realtor.com

Deck

realtor.com

Kitchen

realtor.com

As for a potential buyer? It’ll be someone who’s “a sailing enthusiast,” according to Sacco. “It’s got to be somebody who is not overly concerned about the price per square foot, and they’re not looking for a master suite. The bedrooms are modest in size.”

The home’s been on the market for nearly a year, waiting for the perfect buyer to sail on in.

While spring and summer are high season in Bayfield, winter means skiing and snowshoeing.

“You can be on the grande dame of all lakes,” says Sacco about Lake Superior, noting “how clear it is, how deep it is, and how pristine it is still.”

The homeowners—who are getting older—plan to move on.

“They feel like this special place should be enjoyed by someone who can get here more often,” says Sacco.

The post Live on Lake Superior! Lighthouse-Themed Home Floats on the Market appeared first on Real Estate News & Insights | realtor.com®.

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Secco x Reader Cursed Fanfic

Yea it’s even more cursed so I’m really out here dude

I keep getting bullied on discord for this, but people have asked me to write this cursed shit so I must deliver. I am a martyr at this point.

Also it’s smut so uh, yea I can’t prepare you for this tbh

First part can be found here https://wowzers-howzers.tumblr.com/post/185738743001/cursed-fanfic

Cursed secco poop sock

As one of Cioccolata’s pets, you slept in an upstairs room with minimal comforts. There were two sleeping bags on two cots. At first look, it seemed like a temporary setup. You and Secco knew better, however. This was your permanent sleeping place. Other than the cots, your shared room had a plain wooden dresser with a mirror on top. Nothing was in any drawers, but occasionally, Cioccolata would leave instructions on the counter and the necessary things to carry them out in the drawers.

The only window was covered by thick steel bars, reminding you of the lack of escape. However, at this point you didn’t want to escape. You were safe, relatively, and taken care of as long as you behaved. You had to put up with Cioccolata’s mood swings and Secco’s overly affectionate behaviors, but it wasn’t too bad.

When you were taken in, Secco immediately took to you. Having you here took away some of the attention from Cioccolata and he was grateful. Also, he got lonely too. The psychotic doctor didn’t always make the best company to keep. Secco appreciated you and would hug you whenever he could.

What started as an innocent appreciation and friendship soon became something more. You were a beacon of hope to him. A reminder of the world outside. You were far from innocent, he knew what you and Cioccolata got up to.

Secco couldn’t help himself, he would sit in front of Cioccolata’s door when he took you and peer through the gap at the bottom of the door. He would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine it was him in there, taking your body and running his hands over you greedily.

He didn’t do anything with his emotions for you however. Cioccolata must have sensed Secco’s infatuation, and kept you near him whenever he could. The doctor would monopolize your time so that Secco wouldn’t have a chance to snatch you away. The only time he had with you to himself was when you and him slept in those small side-by-side cots.

Cioccolata would send his pets to sleep around 10 at night. You would change out of your soiled clothes, leaving your dirty garments in the corner of the room; and Secco would deactivate Oasis and slip on an old pair of boxers. He would lithely jump onto his cot and sit waiting for you to finish your nightly routine. When you came back, he would curl his body around you and fall asleep against your warm body.

His affection made you feel happy. It reminded you of your humanity and the sweet gestures cheered you up on especially hard days. These nightly cuddles were lovely for both of you, and it was a fact that neither of you would be opposed to it becoming more than just a comforting nuzzle here and there.

Tonight particularly, you noticed Secco seeming a bit more attached. Instead of patiently waiting for you, he followed you around as you got ready to sleep. When you sat down on your cot, he launched himself onto you and hugged your body.

“Excited for some cuddles tonight?” You scratched under his chin. He reminded you of a puppy with how he clung to you. Another dog-like thing he would do is lick you. He was a very tactile person, and you thought maybe you just tasted sweet like a sugar cube to him. Whatever the reason, you didn’t mind and you never scolded him when he licked so he never stopped.

Still being pinned underneath him, Secco licked at your face happily and gripped you against him. He let out happy noises as you wrapped your arms around him and patted your hands against his back.

However, soon you noticed something a bit....not so innocent. Secco had a firmness that wasn’t there before and you felt it laying heavy on your upper thigh. Unable to get him to stop licking you, you tried to push him off a bit to get a look at what was going on. Secco whined and backed off, still eagerly staring at you.

Your suspicions had been confirmed. A large bulge in his underwear told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t just happy to see you.

You never thought Secco would want you like that so you tried to keep your affectionate feelings in the back of your mind. You couldn’t deny that you definitely felt attraction to his thin muscular body and the way he showed his care in such an animalistic way was endearing to you. You’d catch yourself staring at him when you thought he wasn’t aware and you’d admire his strength. If he wanted you, you would be glad to let him have you.

Judging by your lack of disgust, Secco knew you must have felt similar to how he was, so he leaned back onto you again and started licking your face.

You felt his long tongue slide up your neck and jawline to end right at your lips. Secco paused for a second and you took the opportunity to catch his lips with yours. It was sloppy but sweet as he got so excited and eagerly reciprocated. The kiss ended up as a mess of tongues and teeth bumping against each other, but you didn’t care. It felt so nice to share such an enthusiastic kiss. Secco felt the same.

You broke apart to breathe and Secco had a dumbstruck look on his face. He immediately went back in for another messy kiss as his hands played with the hemline of your shirt. Secco’s hands bumped against your midriff, and you couldn’t hold back a gasp at the skin on skin contact.

Hearing your noise made Secco pause what he was doing. He leaned back and moved to hold your face in his hands.

The smile on his face was so genuine and loving, “(R/N)...I love you.” He mumbled and blushed. Your cheeks heated up and you made a sudden move forward to kiss him again. One hand wrapped in his hair and your other hand slid down to his shoulder.

“Secco, I love you too,” you whispered when you pulled away. He let out a happy noise and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt again and before he did anything there, you felt a sharp pinch on your collarbone. Secco didn’t break your skin, but his bite would definitely leave a mark.

“Secco! What if Cioccolata sees this?”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled against your skin. Secco left a few more dark purple marks across your neck and chest, like he wanted Cioccolata to find out. He didn’t care if it meant no sugar cubes for a bit. Secco liked you more than sugar.

In his excitement, Secco’s grip on your shirt tightened and started ripping.

“Don’t rip it! This is my only good sleep shirt!”

Ignoring you, Secco pulled roughly until the night shirt ripped up the back. He flung it somewhere against the floor and latched back onto you. His eyes wandered all over your exposed chest. Of course, he had seen you naked before, but it had never been for him. You shiver under his predatory gaze.

With a new fervor, Secco latched onto your chest with his mouth and hands to explore your body in its entirety. You moan loudly as his tongue circles one of your nipples. He eats up the noises you make for him and continues lapping at your chest. His drool pools on your body.

You don’t want to just have Secco please you. You like his body too after all. After a bit of letting Secco please you, you decide to return the favor and your hands glide down his shoulders and back to rest above the waistline of his boxers. Despite you shifting, he doesn’t seem to notice what you are doing until you grasp his ass firmly with both hands.

He lets out a strangled yelp and shoots his eyes up to meet yours. His blush is growing stronger, and seeing him like this makes another type of fire burn in you. Realizing that he is still in shock at your grab, you use the opportunity to roll the both of you over and straddle him. Your legs hold his hips down and your arms cage him in on either side. Secco’s eyes widen when he realizes the position you’re in.

You roll your hips against his pelvis and he cries out at the friction. You finally take note of just how hard he is. You reach down and release him from his boxers. He shifts to take his boxers off and drops them off the bed. You look down at him, all laid out for you like a buffet. He isn’t thick, but the length more than makes up for that. His chest heaves under your gaze and he looks at you whimpering pleadingly.

“Please...”

“Anything for my good little boy~” you purr out, moving down his stomach trailing kisses along the way. When you reach his pelvis you smile up at him and grab his dick. He moans watching you slowly pump him up and down. You maintain eye contact as you lick one long stripe up the underside of him. Secco’s hands find your hair and his patience snaps.

He grips your hair harshly and pushes your head down onto him. Nearly overwhelmed, you hold back a gag. Secco moans loudly over and over as he guides your head up and down on him, using your mouth. His tongue lolls out the side of his mouth and his eyes screw up tightly.

“(R/N)!” Secco cries out and his whole body tenses up as he orgasms. His dick twitches in your throat and because of how hard you were deepthroating, almost all of his release goes down.

Finally letting you up, you cough and wipe your face with your hands. Your mouth and chin are covered in your own drool and Secco’s cum. His eyes meet yours in a daze, mouth still ajar. You crawl back up on top of him and kiss him forcefully, making him taste himself. Moaning into the kiss, his tongue eagerly accepts yours in his mouth.

Once satisfied, you pull away and a string of saliva and cum connects your lips at your separation. “What about me?” You tease him and roll your hips down again.

To your surprise, he is already hard again and he grins at your shock. After all of your work, you are already more than ready for him. Secco reaches his hand down beneath your underwear. His fingers rub against your sex before he pushes one into your hole.

“Ah! S-Secco~!” You arch your back onto him. His eyes light up hearing his name again like that. The hand not in you rips your underwear off of you and throws it somewhere with no care where it lands.

“More!”

He angles his hand to fit another finger in and the shift has his hand rubbing you with each thrust. You are nearly screaming from the stimulation when Secco suddenly stops. You whine at his interruption.

“I was about to cum. Why did you stop?”

He lifts your hips up with ease above his own and lowers you down onto him. Oh! That’s why.

He gasps out as he slides into you and his hands tightly grip your hips, digging in until his nails draw blood. Your head lolls back as you moan his name. His name. Hearing his name roll off your tongue like that. It strikes something in him, and he roughly slams his hips up into yours.

Your body jiggles with every thrust and he wants to grab you, feel you. You want more of this, more of him.

Drunk off of Secco, your body acts on its own as you take control and slam your hips down on him. His hands now free to touch and feel you, he’s able to feel your sweaty skin under his touch. He grabs all over you, in love with the way your skin has such a soft and smooth feel.

Your rough movements draw you closer and closer to your release, crying out with every thrust. Secco isn’t fairing much better and he is clearly just as blissed out as you.

“Secco please! Be a good boy! Make me cum!” You are gasping out his name over and over again.

“Yes master!” Secco slams up, chasing his second orgasm. With a cry, your body clenches and you scream his name. Your convulsing draws out his orgasm too and his nails drag down your back as you both arch against each other.

Coming down from your respective highs, you both look into each other’s eyes panting.

Chests heaving, you both slump onto your cot. Neither of you have enough energy left to separate. You only snuggle closer into Secco’s side.

“Thank you. I love you,” you mumble against his skin.

He hums happily, “I love you too, (R/N).”

-the next morning-

Cioccolata’s morning routine goes as usual. He makes himself coffee, wakes up his assistants/pets and then goes about his daily business. Walking up the staircase to your room, he thinks about what he plans on doing today. You should be completely healed up from the last experiment, so he might play with you again.

His lips twitch up a bit at the thought of you. Yes, that would be a good plan. He knocks sharply twice and then lets himself in. He doesn’t need to wait because you both belong to him. He’s in charge, as he should be.

As the door swings open, the first thing he notices is a stained pair of boxers. His eyes then move onto a ripped shirt. The boxers were definitely Secco’s but that shirt belonged to (R/N). What could have ripped it like that? Looking further, he sees two large lumps on Secco’s cot. Grabbing an edge of the tattered sleeping bag and pulling it with a flourish, Cioccolata’s green eyes widen in shock.

Secco’s body wraps around (R/N)’s. Neither of them have clothes on. (R/N)’s body is covered in marks from teeth and nails. Secco’s is in similar condition. Anger bubbles up in the doctor.

“What the hell!” He kicks the edge of the cot. His pets awake with a start and they both jump off of each other. Secco falls off the cot and onto the floor with a solid thud.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Cioccolata roars.

Oh shit. It would’ve been easier if Cio just found the poop sock.

Next part is https://wowzers-howzers.tumblr.com/post/185874753151/continuation-of-secco-x-reader