headmastermephistopheles

[headmastermephistopheles]

Mahito x reader ( mentions of Gojou x reader)

Moments of tranquility

Warning: Mahito likes you... you want details?

It was not like you were really afraid of mahito. Not really though maybe you should've been, after all you were still a human in a way. After all he was a curse born from humans hatred for one another and his nature was so terribly fickle at times. Such as poor Junpei Yoshino as an example. For a while Mahito kept him as a companion, a friend of some kind, to whom he explained curses and the world he lived in, sharing his thoughts and fascination of humans with him. Junpei was someone Mahito found entertaining and somewhat cute, like a naive little baby trying to learn about it's environment yet being so very clueless of the danger he was in. Junpei was his toy. Yet he never truly cared about Junpei further than that, as he was a human and a pawn he could use to his advantage. He taught him only things he wanted to teach him and fed into the boys slowly growing anger and rage, piling it until it all came crashing down sticking Junpei's spree of violence at his school. Junpei did beautifully as Mahito had predicted and his teachings of jujutsu weren't waisted either. Things went well until Junpeis recently made new friend came to the equation and talked him out of it. Then once Junpei was getting out of his grip, the storm Mahito so attentively stirred inside of him calmed, Mahito uses his idle transfiguration technique on him and Junpei was gone, left nothing but a wailing bloated cursed corpse behind. He let it die. A broken toy brought him no joy after all.

Mahito could one day be a friend you talked to about philosophy and human nature, the next you'd die because he deemed so.

" Are you just shy y/n? Don't want to leave my tender embrace to face a sorcerer?~"

But still you weren't afraid. Annoyed was the right word, or perhaps irritated? Provoked? Fed up? Many words for one complicated emotion.

" awe are you mad at me y/n?~ you know I only tease you right, you are my darling little experiment after all. I wouldn't ever disregard your opinion but in this case I just have to argue with you." The light blue hair tickled your nose as Mahito laid his head on your shoulder in affection. His long muscular arms draped on your form in a poor imitation of a hug, though he tried his best or so he says. In hugs though, the other part doesn't wrap their snake like feet around the other person. He was a beautiful yet so very grotesque man. So clingy too.

" I just aren't going to do what you just said mahito that's it. There's no argument." You lazily replied as Maito pouted and nuzzled his nose against your jaw. " don't be so mean n/n ~ you know I wouldn't put you in harm's way! You're my lovely pet, my darling experiment. I just need you to look pretty and lure that jujutsu sorcerer here~" his pale slender finger traced a marked area on the map he had laid on your lap. " all I need is that simple favor. Nothing too difficult for you. It'll be easy to get him here with your charming self! Though I'd prefer if you didn't show him too much of this-" his arm moved to grope you."- magnificent body ~ it belongs to me after all. And I'm not keen on sharing it. So do keep him at... arms reach~" he finished his possessive rant with a look in his eyes you didn't want to see. You moved quickly to pat his soft slightly wet hair. Living in the sewers was affecting him a little too much.

" I get what you want mahito I just don't want to do it. Not only am I not really a part of your ' eradication ' plot, I also know my limits. Gojou Satoru isn't someone I can handle. We both know that." Mahito considered your words as he enjoyed the head patting with a hum. Mahito didn't want you lose you and your soft body, he wanted to stay like this, together on his hammock, coiled around each other. The sensation of your skin on his was, how humans would say blissful?

" I wouldn't count on that n/n...your abilities are so remarkable~" he shivered in delight as he remembered your cursed technique and how beautiful you were when using it. Such raw human power. Or mostly human anyway. Ability to tear souls to pieces and rearrange then as you wished. So similar to his ability yet so much more violent and versatile in the long run. You had gone silent again.

The thing was, you were afraid of Gojou Satoru. Not because of the obvious reasons of his unlimited power and untouchable form but because you had a body you stole from a friend of his. Y/n L/n a first grade sorcerer who was a rather close friend, or you think she was just a friend of Gojou, and you were a special grade curse and born from genuine heartbreak and destructive hatred of humans, merged with her. Mahito was there when you were born and he immediately loved you. You had emerged from the sorcerers body after she died from a fatal blow courtesy from suguru geto. She died and you took her body as your own. You'd rather not think about the moment this Gojou would realize this and come after you for the sake of putting his friend to rest. You didn't want to stop existing.

Mahito knew your fears and to be honest agreed. He was your loving mate after all. Or whatever term humans use. Boyfriend? Husband? Owner? Both. You being exorcised was not an option.

He adored you. Your beautiful mind your beautiful face and your beautiful cursed energy. You were absolute perfection in his eyes and he planned to keep you to himself. No big shot sorcerer would take you away from him. But geto was firm about this...

He wanted this plan to go well and as much as Mahito hated it, you were an essential part of it. His sweet pet.

" I promise you...you won't get hurt " Mahito said with a certain unnerving confidence as he traced your lips with his fingers. He was so very gentle with you sometimes it annoyed you.

" you can't promise that if you put me out there. Mahito...I want to live. I want to see more, feel more. " you stated honestly as you looked at your reflection from the bundle beneath you. Vibrant yet dull e/c eyes. " i just got to experience life as it is. I want to learn all I can about humans and their world. I can't disappear now that I've gotten to experience life." Mahito listened with a small smile. You had grown so much to be like him and he loved it. You. Once so small and fragile now so powerful and hungry for knowledge. His n/n.

He kisses your cheek as his arms tightened around you possessively. " we will learn everything that's there to learn. We will see all there is to see. I promise you my pet ~ I like you so much!" He explained with a grin as he started to cuddle you as usual. You knew nothing about love and he did neither. Yet to an outsider you two looked like two people in love. Mahito perhaps was in his own twisted way. You however... were just annoyed.

" alright then. I'll drive out the blindfold guy. But if I die... I'll go somewhere you can't find me." You whispered with a bit of hostile cursed energy rolling off of you.

Mahito only smiled as he tightened his grip once more. He bit your earlobe as his soft yet sincere words played in your head." There's no place where I can't follow you~ you're mine after all. I'll die too and come with you if it comes to it. Which it wont!" He chirped with his usual cheer. Though he was very much serious about everything he said. You smiled a fake and awfully tense smile at his antics. You hoped you could get some fresh air soon. This stench of mahito and this sever was getting to you.

( not safe read yet so mistakes are probably there! Enjoy !)

[headmastermephistopheles]

Legend of Maebure

Warning: sukuna is his own warning...

Ryomen sukuna x male reader

"we're here again Ryomen Sukuna."

" it seems so that we are... Maebure"

It wasn't often that the king of curses and deadly poisons would speak someone elses name as he was content on spitting out only vilest of words to humans. However the shaman named maebure was the rarest exception to the kings habits.

Maebure was his greatest foe, the only shaman who could fight with him on equal ground and not break a sweat as they exchanged blows and passionate banter in their fights that most of the time resulted in the destruction of nearby areas. Sukuna had never met a man with a soul and cursed energy like Maebure. No other puny human calling themselves jujutsu sorcerer could land a blow on him yet Maebure did it with ease while receiving no damage from sukunas techniques which frustrated as much as amused the self proclaimed king of curses to no end. No matter how hard he tried sukuna lost each time and it thrilled him beyond words, it nourished his very soul and kept him coming at Maebure again and again even if his defeat was inevitable. It was the very reason he thrived and the very reason he fought. The stronger he got the more violent their battles could escalate until they ripped each other apart. Maebure drove him to his limits and expanded his power, caused him joy when he slaughtered jujutsu sorcerers and humans alike only to evoke maebures warth once he did so. He'd come running especially when sukuna targeted small villages that lived harmlessly on the land and initially didnt deserve their fates when sukuna came knocking to their gates. Sukuna could always prove that no matter how innocent these humans seemed they harboured disgusting things under their thinly veiled disguises and boy was it a hoot to show those vile secrets to Maebure once he came to save the day. He would not flinch and keep defeating sukuna each time. Perhaps he didn't really care who he saved or perhaps he did that was something sukuna never found out.

It usually irritated the king of curses that someone fought for others with flimsy morals and hero syndrome on full blast yet Maebure wasn't like that despite his appearance once his help was needed. Maebure was a shaman that simply treasured life in it's all forms, a disgusting way of seeing life in sukunas opinion but it was this shamans driving force and what a force it was. Sukuna often thought this was the reason why he didn't kill sukuna even when he could. Why else would he have let him retreat to heal his wounds elsewhere only for him to return and continue their fight continuously afterwards. Their game which seemed neverending and blissfully fun to sukuna.

" I think today will end differently my foe..."

" Oh? How so little shaman? Finally accepting my superiority?~"

Ryomen Sukuna reigned for centuries and Maebure was the only shaman who could best him though many had tried. Oh how many had fallen to form his throne of bones. Sukuna was sure Maebure's throne of cursed flesh was as big as his by now. They could sit side by side as the lower humans crawled at their feet begging for mercy and protection. An alliance perhaps once sukuna bests him. Though he doubted that their fight would ever end as it was their own souls and instincts that drew them to fight like this. It was fun.

But fun times tend to end as does everything someday. Sukuna found his nemesis, his unrivalled match by the fields of west Japan at spring time hundreds of years ago and that time the fight ended with sukunas destruction. He remembers the feeling of unbelievable certainty of death as his body eroded away in the blast of bright stars Maebure released upon him on his arrow leaving only his essence in his fingers left. He remembers the shock of seeing Maebure bleed from a ghastly open wound on his abdomen that was not caused by him. Sukuna didn't use knifes or other petty tools when fighting so this wound was before he had started to battle with Maebure. This wound this horrible stupid wound which bled all over Maebure's white robes was made by a man made blade and it was last thing sukuna saw before he faded to his prison. His Maebure keeling over in agony and casting him goodbye with that eternally warm smile.

Sukuna roared with rage for a long time in his sealed flesh, angry that his reign had ended and that his lovely enemy was out of his reach, outraged that he was in this state where he was unable to move or speak or taste. All done by them. He supposed as much as he was filled with rage and that feeling of surprise, this outcome was inevitable. Sukuna was after all a curse and above all Maebure a shaman and his job was to exorcise curses. Though it brought sukuna no clarity.

" Ryomen Sukuna I wonder what kind of man were you. Perhaps we could've been friends..."

" Foolish Shaman this is as close to a friendship as it gets with me. Be very grateful-"

" I am grateful...my friend."

Sukuna doubted what he felt was love but at least it was as close to it as it could get with him, a curse. He wasn't meant to feel human emotions like love as it was not a negative feeling which he was born from, yet it was primitive and strong in his cursed being. He loved those fights and he loved who he fought. But now all he could do was wait. Bide his time until he was reawakend one day to a new world he assumes. Where his Maebure is waiting.

It was a damn shame he wouldn't be...

Eerie crackle echoed in the school rooftop where megumi fushiguro stared with horror at the laughing figure before him. A young boy with black markings on his body was leaning on the cracked cement of the battle ground as his red eyes beamed with malicious joy and his clawed hands spread like wings around him.

" I knew it! Life feels best in the flesh! " his deep voice dripping with mania rang in the jujutsu sorcerer students ears as he witnessed the reincarnation of the worlds most deadly curse right in front of him in a boy so recklessly brave and stupid. A boy who strived to save his friends and him yet probably ended up just dooming them once that cursed object reached his throat.

"Cursed flesh is so boring~" he grinned as his two set of eyes looked around at the city, the blinking lights and towering buildings registering in his mind.

"So where are the people the women?" Sukuna wondered as his eyes scanned the world underneath him and spotted the tiny specks of people and different types of vehicles moving around.

"What a wonderful era to be reawakened, women an children are crawling everywhere like maggots !" The curse was in a state of excitement as his body yearned for bloodshed and carnal hunger. Megumi was struggling to move as his body was frozen in pure terror at the sight in front of him. The curse ignored the other as his deep voice rasped in the wind.

"How marvelous! It'll be a massacre!" He laughed loudly as his clawed arms raised to his chest, taking in the feeling of a fresh body he now had acquired.

" Oh Maebure you must be as excited as me! Where are you? We can continue we're we left of!" the curse crackled in his laughter as he waited in anticipation that his greatest foe would appear as he usually did. He was almost shivering in excitement.. until his arm moved on it's own to grip jaw.

" Hey stop that." And with that sentence sukuna was in this dilemma. Stuck in a human vessel that refused to yield to his will and once again imprisoned away from the world. How annoying. Yet he was still even more troubled that a certain old friend had not showed up like expected.

"Oi white haired freak " Sukunas voice rang again as a mouth quite grotesquely appeared on itadori's cheek which startled the boy earning a little hey from him. Gojou satoru merely smiled and glanced at the curse manifested on his students body. " being spoke to by the great Sukuna what an honor~ how may I help you ?" Gojou's reply earned a slight scoff from sukuna as yuji quietly waited for the curse to speak, being very curious as to why the curse was now willing to speak to his new teacher. For a quite a while he had been silent.

" Where's Maebure? Shouldn't he be running this little charade around instead of you? Your powers nothing against his after all. " the curse spat with a grin as gojo tilted his head with a deepening smile." Maebure? Haven't heard of that name. sorry~" this caused a reaction from the king of curses as his eye underneath yujis narrowed. Such disrespect how irritating. Shouldn't jujutsu sorcerers respect their strongest member? In the days this would not do at all Sukuna was sure. He'd punish the runt once he got this body under his control. Badmouthing his Maebure was a hit on him as well.

" Disrespectful little runt, you shouldn't even try to address him so casually. And hiding his presence is foolish. I know he's around so get on with it."

Gojo only hummed and poked his own cheek with a shy smile " I'm terribly sorry Mr Sukuna but Maebure is an unfamiliar name to me. Maybe he passed on while you were taking your leave of absences!" Gojou's equip silenced the curse who now was wide eyed and thinking over what the white haired menace had said. Could it be ? Maebure died? No way. He was above humans and barely aged. Not to mention his reversed curse technique was a sure way for him to live on right? Yet that wound in his abdomen. That knife or perhaps a sword wound he was before everything went black. Did a human do him in? Impossible!

Sukuna dissapeared from itadori's face slowly as the two men remaining stared at each other in confusion.

"So...who is Maebure?" Itadori asked scratching his pink hair as his gaze shifted to Gojou's pondering expression. The said male rubbed his chin and shrugged" haven't heard of him. Must be some old friend of Sukunas or something?~" he laughed at his own statement as his student huffed and they walked off to the Jujutsu tech grounds.

Sukuna was in his innate domain, sitting on his throne with a troubled furrow on his brows. " Death isn't a possibility. He could have healed himself easily especially such a trivial wound. But if he was around why didn't he come for me? Surely my presence should have alerted him immediately when I took over the brats body." The curse grunted in annoyance and gripped the bones underneath his arm, his nails digging into the bone and cracking it.

" He might be far away. That could explain his absence" yet that dirty jujutsu sorcerer was not lying according to Sukunas talents on reading people. So if these jujutsu sorcerers did not know of his- Maebure then perhaps he went under the radar?

" hm you made this hard little shaman... no matter I'll find you." He stated with a smirk as he licked his lips.

" and I can't wait to see you and your cursed energy again~"

" Hey there is a Maebure!" Gojou's yell made the other male flinch as he sighted and tapped his glasses. " Yes a high school students Maebure y/n but he isn't really anything special. Just a regular kid with the ability to see cursed spirits. That doesn't really make him anything interesting Gojou." Yaga grunted as he observed the files they had acquired moments before. The white haired sorcerer hummed with a smile as he pointed at a picture of a boy with dark shoulder length hair and beautiful set of e/c eyes. He was a sight to look at.

" a heartbreaker for sure! I bet theres more to him than that though " Gojou said as he placed a hand on his hip and gestured to the picture." Sukuna seemed to know him and was quite curious about his whereabouts. He might be a lot more than he seemes... you said he's in the Kyoto branch right? Let's get him to transfer here then!" The younger male exclaimed with a dramatic wave of his arms causing yaga to pop a vein on his forehead. He rubbed his head and by the way gojou stared at him the more sure the principal was that he was going to lose this by arguing.

" you want him here even though Sukuna the king of curses has showed interest in him. More so on his name. We can't know if this boy is even the one Sukuna is asking about either. He is just a kid with the same name and connections to jujutsu. That's it." The principal shot his best argument at the other in hopes of stopping this speculation at its root. Yet it worked not.

" eh I'm pretty sure it's him alright. That name is not a common one and I think might be ancient too. Sukuna wasn't interested in Zenin as much as he is to this. I really want to know why. He usually has something in his mind after all. Might be plotting something or maybe seeking for an old friend?" Yaga knew he'd regret this but he called some numbers up and now was able to secure that this boy was going to attend their school for a month before the exchange event. Gojou was pleased by this and left the man alone for the time being. He was too curious about this matter. Perhaps it was just a coincidence? Or maybe he had stirred something in motion. He hoped it would prove to be entertaining. As long as it causes the old geezers trouble he'd be happy.

He'd have to see what this Y/n is about. If he was somehow tied to Sukuna perhaps yuji would have a friend of shorts. The male chuckled at the idea as he skipped his way to his students. He was aware of the red eye underneath yuji's closing just when he saw it. Sukuna was observing him. Good.

( Not yet proof read so forgive me for any mistakes! Hope you enjoyed part one of a series! Be ready for some gruesome stuff and some yuji/sukuna action!)

[headmastermephistopheles]

To the red dance we fall

Ferid bathory x reader

Warnings: blood, NSFW, vampires basically..

Y/n had never been afraid of blood. It was a fluid that kept a human body moving and it is vital to most life. What was there to be afraid of ? To some it was the color, smell or the very idea of it and to others the fear came from trauma, something hidden in the past that made a fear rise within their minds. To y/n it was none of the above. For a long time the body fluid was nothing that evoked feelings of anxiety or alarm other than the healthy concern for those who bled.

Yet after years of witnessing so much of it spilling from innocent people and wasting the life away one easily could get sick of seeing blood. Y/n didn't still fear the blood itself no but rather disliked everything around it and the circumstances where it was involved especially if it was wasted so unceremoniously on the dirt ridden ground. How and when did empathy leave them? Now bloodshed was wasteful to them rather than horrible and meaningless killing of living things. It was heartbreaking to realize that living things such as people meant do little to y/n anymore. Y/n who themselves were nothing but spoils of neverending war.

The war between humans and vampires resulted in countless casualties as it always did, equally lifes of both civilians and of soldiers from the demon moon company lost in their struggling efforts to bring humanity a new dawn after the raining apocalypse that struck so long ago in forms of viruses and four horsemen of john. Crimson spilled around every crack and crevice of the surface world tainting fresh grass and human made gobble stone walkways smudging everything under the sticky substance and filling the air with thick metallic scent mixing with smoke and debris from fallen man made constructions. Their restless eyes followed the bloods run as it filled the gaps between each stone until it had no more room to spill further. The streets were all red now.

A sight left y/n's quivering lips as their gaze lingered on the cracks, tongue moving across the skin to ease their dryness, gulping down the desire to go on their knees and lick the liquid off the ground. Y/n hated blood because they crave it like a hungry beast starving. They hate blood because it was taking over their mind and they could barely hold on to their thoughts anymore. They hated the hunger so much yet were so helpless against it.

It burned deep in their core, the want to consume something fresh and warm longing to bare their aching fangs to the world. This hunger had arisen the moment first drop had been spilled and grown to humongous proportions as the fight went on. Wicked Blood, the essence of human life as well as vampires just in a different way. One needed it to survive and others used it to sustain their bodies and mind. Oh how they wanted to consume all of this red. To ease the burning in their core, just a drop was enough. Yet they moved not from their position underneath a yellow umbrella set on one of the corner seatings in a deserted park which once held human children playing about and parents watching over them attentively, schoolchildren walking home and eating ice cream when it was too hot, pets with their walkers out for a stroll and birds flying around the trees. The beautiful image of the world before this was all y/n thought about when looking at this empty park with withering crass and dying trees void of life. This park they used to visit with their friends who no doubt were long gone. In a way y/n was just as gone as them. Y/n sat stiffly on the cool bench and waited yet the time moved so slowly as the hunger only grew and the burning worsened from a tiny spark to an unforgiving flame. It hurt too much to stay like this though the paling creature as they gripped their stomach in pain. Now it was so unbearable that they had no other choice but to curl in on themselves to ease their agony. Fire ate away at their resistance and their gut as glistening dribbles of saliva dropped from their lips. The hunger was winning yet they moved not. The image of the park in the summer was shimmering away from them.

"Ah my darling pet you've stayed put! What a good obedient little thing you are ~" a silky voice that felt like poison to y/n's ears wafted through the park and clicking of boots followed after a tall shadow entered in y/n's field of vision. " now now you are hungry aren't you my pet? So very hungry you cant control yourself~" he smirked at their pain as the towering figure came to greet their long suffering darling. Silvery hair in an elegant ponytail letting the long strands shine underneath the sun accompanied by red eyes brimmed with lustful obsession for this particular creature. Ferid bathory the seventh progenitor.

He was by far the most feared of all his processors yet the full potent of his powers were unknown. Those who knew him were sure of one thing and that was his head full of schemes. A Cruel man with interest for games and gambles of all sorts, each involved with life of others in one way or another.

" I think I've let you suffer a bit too long and for that I apologize~ you poor dear are just simply so dazzling in this state I had to see it one more time! After all today is the day you'll be rewarded of your efforts. " He claimed with his usual condescending smile, the sun kissing his form and blinding y/n for a moment. A man such as him should not wear white.

" My darling y/n I truly am sorry for taking so long. But you are aware of the issues I must deal with ~ " His knowing gaze caused y/n to wince. A traitorous man is Ferid bathory, plans and plays with humans as well as his fellow blood suckers. Y/n could not hold their thoughts coherent and Ferid was aware of it, his pitying caress of their cheek stating the unsaid. "Now my dear it's time for you to feast." He stated simply as his hand found it's way to y/n's hair and oh so softly caressed the soft locks between his slender fingers as his half lidded gems of crimson clashed with their e/c pools brimmed with fear and exhaustion delighting him beyond imagination. He noted that his darling was indeed so very tired and twisting so deliciously in pain from his absence he could barely hold himself back from acting to his carnal instincts when his rose was in such suggestive state. It warmed his cold dead heart enough for him to grip their hair tighter and tilt their head until it was positioned on his neck." Go ahead my dear drink your fill~" was all he said as the h/c creature leaped from their seat and sank their fangs deep in to his flesh in haste. Desperation finally lifted as his rich poison filled their burning body and eased the agony within. Ferid sighted in bliss as he kept stroking their hair and hum to them calmly with a low tone he shared only with them in moments such as this. What peace he felt with them. What a beautiful sensation it was to hold them close like this and satisfy their desire of him and him only. They were addicted to him as much as he was to them and he lived for that. Ferid had long since forgotten what love left like in his years of brutality but after discovering his darling he finally had grasped something similar and twice as powerful. He was sure this was love. Pure red love that only he and them shared as they sank their fangs into each other. They were meant to be in this union of sinful debauchery.

" very good darling very good. You must've felt so ill without me~" he whispered as he pulled away from their panting lips and kisses their forehead gently, his pale lips lingering on the cold skin and arms pulling them closer to his form. He never forgets how they fit in his arms so well, coiling tightly together like two serpents of fallen paradise. How their smaller body seeks out his to feel secure and relieved at last even if warmth was something he could not provide anymore his darling sought not warmth but his ice cold grip which ignited something burning in them.

Ferid knew they would need human blood very soon. He was painfully aware yet he wanted to keep those e/c hues on him just a bit longer. Once they had human blood they'd swirl into sinful red like his and be gone forever, how singular drop of crimson falling to the vast ocean of e/n and slowly eat away the colours until left was nothing but that crimson corruption in its depths. How much he'd miss something he once found so trivial. Not to mention then they would desire humans more than him and he hated this idea more than he hated anything else. He sired them and sheltered them, fed them and protected them and he'd be damned to let them slip from his grasp now after all their shared moments and growth of their beautiful relationship.Perhaps he was delusional and all of these feeling were only in his head, all of the burning passion they shared only in his heart and all of y/n's dependence his doing. Maybe lt was true but that didnt matter at all no. What matters is that y/n was to be his forever, as a human or a beast that was all he desired and knew as truth. His beautiful darling. Yet it had to be done for he will lose them otherwise to more complicated issues such as hunger and insanity which would surely deal damage far more sever than just losing ones humanity. It was a decision he made by heart and by brain, a painful trade for sure but in the long run the right one. A decision for him to make of course since his sweetheart could not see the bigger picture and think clearly in their fits of emotions. He was far more controlled and composed to see beyond the silly little issues of humanity and human life, oh no he could see the brilliant eternal love they could share if he were to change them into a vampire like him. Besides even if his darling had their moments of clarity and plenty of things to say in their "right mind" that mattered not because in the end they had no say in this matter in the silver haired progenitors mind.

They will need to fall completely so he can catch them and welcome them to the world he lives in. Perhaps they will not be as dependent on him but at least they'd be themselves fully again and he could enjoy his darling as they are properly and with more... vivid reactions to his actions and affection. The sassy little thing he loved so very much back in the hollows of their underground city. Then this insanity would not reach them never again. The hunger would not go to this extent so fast nor easily, years would cease to touch their visage yet beautifully mature their mind until they loved him to their hearts full caliber. They will finally love him as much as he loves them.

Y/n panted as they regained strength and their full senses, eyes sharp once more and aware of Ferid's hand on their lips wiping away the saliva and blood on them, finding them licked clean by the man himself as his eyes stayed on theirs and each finger getting visited by his tongue. He then pecked their jaw softly and moved them both up as he straightened his coat collar and y/n's shirt, eyes casted on their chest and lips still twisted in a charming smile. That soft expression he held for them only finally slipped off as he gazed at the men behind him. Just now was he truly aware of the eyes on them and their romantic display. That would not do. His sharp gaze killed whatever lust had build in the vampires for his dearest and they dispatched quickly to continue their duties in fear for lord bathory's warth. Good, they knew their place. Nothing but leeches to be sacrificed to take the blunt force of human rebellion. Speaking of the humans... The few humans still fighting must have lost their cursed gear by now. Perfect.

" now it's the perfect time mh dear... bon appetit ~" he whispered in their ear as the message sank into their skull. It was time to shed their humanity at last. "Eat my angel, feast now and leave nothing to the dogs!" Ferid grinned in joy as he released his darling and in a flash the anguished cries of human men where heard in volumes louder than ever before. Ferid watched with a glint in his eyes and his grin stretched further in deranged happiness. He had perhaps let go of his innocent e/c dove for the sake of having this beautiful angel of carnage. Yet he regretted nothing if he'd see them dance like that again and again in the future just for him and his eyes. Red suited them so well he'd have to see to it that red was all his angel would wear from now on.

The vampires at his command heard his words afterwards and some could only shiver as their instincts told them to stay away from the commanding officer who stated to himself: " for you my dear I'll be sure to drench this world in blood~ "

( yet to be save read so mistakes will appear ! Enjoy it regardless!)

[headmastermephistopheles]

Hisoka's passion

Warnings: slighty disturbing stuff, hisoka being hisoka, mentions of adult activities...

To say you disliked hisoka was an understatement. He was perverted, giggly little creep that leered at anyone who shoved a hint of power. A man with no sense of self preservation nor boundaries frolicking around heavens arena challenging those he deemed fit to quench his boredom on. Such a man shouldn't really bother you though, after all he was not really your problem nor at all your type. He was a jester who took sick pleasure in fighting and murdering people for crying out loud. Red hair high like flames from hell and eyes yellow embers from the same fire challenging anyone to participate in his dance of death. An utterly disgusting man just a beast in human skin he was...Yet here you were, naked and ashamed on this freaks bed after a night of rather spectacular sex with an empty nauseous void in your stomach as the situation finally caught up with your frazzled mind. Your body was bare of clothes and your hips rather sore with clear handprints on the skins surface which painted a clear image of the night before in the screen of your mind. You won a battle rigged against your opponent, hisoka congratulated you of your obvious victory, he bought you a drink from the bar...and few dozen more drinks from the very same bar which suspiciously kept serving you who was clearly wasted out of your mind after a while, then you stumbled in to his room and here you are. You slept with an obnoxious asshole from the circus downtown last night and now you were expecting a walk of shame to get you out of this bed and out of this cursed room. You needed to make this exit as fast as possible as well if sneaking out undetected wasn't already hard enough with afterhaze of alcohol in your system and shaky limbs from the other activity you two had partaken in.

A hand with nails so sharp they could cut glass was placed on your shoulder before you could get your panties untwisted as a deep rumbling chuckle echoed in the room, moving around the corners and walls like shadows that filled children's nightmares. Accurately this was indeed a nightmare to you too.

" my my you aren't going to just so coldly leave right after our.. lovely get together last night are you my dear?~" his amused voice which right now sounded like claws on a chalkboard ringed in your ears, the hand on your shoulder moving dangerously lower to your chest are which caused a thick vein appear on your forehead and caused your left eyelid to blink in rabid rage.

" you remove that hand now or I'll release you of one of your limbs hisoka " you voiced out your distaste as clearly as you could but this worked not on the psychotic clown behind you and the claws on his fingers crawled seductively around your collarbone area once more to tempt you back in to the very muscular arms of this magician with very magical hands. His yellow eyes burned with delight as yours clashed with his so fearlessly as if he couldn't rip your heard out right now from your exposed flesh and take a bite out of it just to disgrace your body again. The cold nails however did not dare to sink into your flawless skin for even to hisoka I'd be a shame to ruin a masterpiece with such trivial and disappearing markings. Oh no, he'd mark you only so that they'd stay on you forever. What a dark twist in his thoughts you mused but didnt dwell on the maniacs mind any further for your own sake. You did not want to know what mental images his mind hold of you or anyone else for that matter.

" now now darling dont be so cold~ we had our fun didnt we? You cant deny that you enjoyed our adventure just as much as I did ~" his grin only deepened as he observed the darkness moving in your tantalizing e/c orbs. Such a rich colour those eyes are hisoka though as his grip on your body tightened just a bit. It was enough to make you rip yourself away from him though and knock him back on the bed for good measure.

Hisoka groaned with slight teasing pleasure lingering on his lips. You were so rough with him but he didn't mind as long as your attention stayed on him. He started to daze away as his eyes stayed on your rather tempting behind. This was not unnoticed by you and as fast as hisoka could creep out two twelve year olds, you were gathering your clothes around the lavish room and getting them on you just as fast. Meanwhile Hisoka sank deeper in his thoughts without realizing your nen was at work, pulling him deeper into his thoughts and buying you time to make your escape.

Hisoka was so proud of those prints on your hips as they were made to be there for a long time. He was glad he could have more fun with you after watching your tasty fight last night and managing to feed into your alcoholism to throw your sense of danger off. He needed to pull you back into him arms even if it was just for the night and you were wasted out of your mind. You were his after all and no good master kept their pets out of reach for too long nor allowed them to astray away from them. Hisoka was a master at keeping things at his disposal until he grew tired of said things. Though he doubted he'd ever grow tired of you and your mighty ability to overlook him and the threat he so obviously posed. Though not really to you, no never you. Even if he could he wouldn't hurt you too badly. That is what hisoka thinks of as love or rather his version of it. A little bit of pain was always a good mix between you two but never could hisoka think of ending you. That would end his entertainment after all and you were a funny little thing that provided him with so much entertainment each time you clashed eyes. You truly are his passion, his very reason to fight mighty opponents! His need to slaughter! You ! You ! You!

You made him like this! With your strength you humiliated him in the best way possible and made him grovel in the dirt with such ease and no empathy in you. You are the one he's seeking to defeat therefore he must harness his skills until the day he's able to do so. Not once have you lost to him in a fight whether it was physical or mental you always came on top and it drives him mad in the best way possible. It brings him ecstasy to just think about.

You on your knees finally after a battle worthy of history books and ready to accept death by hisokas hands only for him to take you roughly where you kneel and claim you officially as his finally. He would bite into you so deeply his mark would burrow deep into your bones and stay there until your very body had turned to ash. No hisoka wouldn't kill you but he'd take you as a whole and keep you as his beloved trophy. After years of hard work and blissful battles you'd be his final and last piece to fill his blood lusting heart with the last drops it needs to feel satisfied.

His lust for blood was a dry desert of neverending battles and victories, your defeat a neverending sea of ultimate satisfaction that would fill his desert with enough bliss to stop his thirst. This is how much you meant to him you as a whole, from your beautiful visage to your utterly captivating fighting spirit and nen that made his mouth water. You were his and that title he would brand into your very soul once the day came.

Suddenly His train of thoughts was broken by a slam of the door and feeling of cold autumn air filling his room of luxury. Hisoka noticed just now that he was alone again in his grand room, in his large bed made for two and in his silk sheets still warm from your body heat. Unsurprisingly you slipped away from him like you usually do so very easily, right from between the crushing tips of his fingers. His smirk took a twisted shape as a laugh erupted out like a geyser from his mouth. So easily you left again, just like that as if he wasn't blocking your way with nen as if he hadn't drugged you last night with all the poisons he could buy and as if he hadn't gripped your hand with all his might to keep you in his bed. What a wonder you are.

" y/n... you beautiful utterly cold ..." he could not stop his laughter and his words died in his throat. He gripped his hair and threw his hair back in his fit, his nen leaking out of his pores in a storm of bloodlust and want. His maniac laughter echoed around the whole floor and caused the residents and personnel to shiver in utmost terror, their forms freezing in place as the laughter shook around them in waves. That was such a deranged sound yet deeply and utterly in desperation drenched laugh of pure joy. If walls had ears they'd be bleeding.

( yet to be save read but hopefully you enjoyed nonetheless!)

[headmastermephistopheles]

You know...the woman I fell in love with was a siren like you." The male spoke finally after a while, clock ticking close to twelve at night. Light cigarette smoke hung around the ceiling fan but didnt disperse.

Levi lifted the glass of whiskey close to his mouth as he took a sip of the burning yet finely aged alcohol which cost probably more than salary of average hardworking man. The pale pink slightly chapped lips of his were in her eyesight as she admired the curves of his well sculpted face and sharp features. She had no doubt he was a man of great strength as he was known for being the strongest man in the country. Hard to believe since he was by no means hulking in size nor stature, easily average in height in fact. His small size however was not to be underestimated by any means.

He was impressively build and he was made of hard muscle from head to toe from all of his years in the army. If his strong form did not impress then his speed and agility took the breath away from anyone with fighting experience, since levi was an undefeated champion in the fighting scene. He was a lion among gazelle and he knew it very well and used his position shamelessly to get what he wanted. His attention was sorely on his whiskey this time and not even the most beautiful of women could get him to shift his stormy eyes off of it. Why was this raven haired soldier sitting in a bar instead of celebrating his latest conquest in Maria district was beyond human comprehension and made the bartender raise a brown. Farlan had seen his friend in many moods during their long years of friendship but this night took the cake with Levi's melancholy posture and thoughts deep in his head. Levi wasn't a man of talk and he rarely spoke of his emotions to his friends but this time his silence was concerning to farlan. Levi was upset.

" I'm sure I can provide you with a great distraction corporal~" stared a young woman in a striking red dress that was far too short for Levi's liking. He appreciated that some left things for the imagination and did not show off every asset they had. It was cheap to his taste and he loathed cheap things after years of suffering in poverty and lack of everything.

They say once you've tasted a good aged wine you do not wish to ever drink anything less. And to levi this woman was a low cost wine that no doubt tasted like piss water to him rather than wine. He had once gotten a taste of perfection and now it was eating him alive.

That one woman he had held in his grip for a moment had taken everything from him in a heartbeat. His breath and his heart, his desire for other beautiful things and his taste for wine price ranked lower than hundred bucks. That h/c siren with the eyes of clear e/c so vibrant he could see a world in them. Skin so soft it drove him insane with thirst as if he hadn't drank anything for years making his tongue dryer than the Sahara.

Lady in f/c dress and red painted lips he had kissed. Little did he know they were poisoned. Levi did not fall in love often or if at all but he did love her, the beauty from siganshina. Y/n was her name he spoke in his dreams at night and in his drunken haze.

That one woman drove him mad.

She was his most beautiful daydream and his biggest nightmare, legs going on for miles when he ran his hands on the spotless s/c skin.

He had dreamed of her soft fingertips trailing thr scars on his neck as her soft lips pecked his collarbone. He was often so under her spell that the rest of the world became just a buzzing noice in his ears. Her soft voice usually drowned those out too quite quickly.

He could admit she had been his drug that gave him freedoms he never had before. She was what he had craved for years now. How did it come to this he often wondered. Him sitting alone in his friends bar in throst district, drunk off his wits and harlots flying around him like attention starved dogs that he saw everyday in his time at the underground.

He felt almost disgusted at the looks he received from those girls, those innocent naive little brats from the safe and ordinary throst district. They had barely any idea what real life was like not to mention had they seen a day of real work. Y/n l/n was a real woman , not a little girl with head in the clouds and hoping for an officer between her legs not at all. She was a true hardworking woman from the streets like him, worked her way out of that garbage and into the elites. Of course he knew she wasn't by any means innocent dear no. He wasn't stupid.

She was a seductress from the dark corners of his imagination. Levi knew it was not a good idea to mingle with a toxic woman but he couldnt help himself. After all love was love no matter how hard one tried to deny it.

The corporal lifted his hand and showed two digits to his friend. Farlan nodded quietly and prepared him two more drinks as requested. The woman who had approached him so boldly was now ignored and she had to back away flustered and embarrassed out of her mind. Levi gave no second glances to the giggling women in the corner and drowned his drink smoothly with a scowl so often on his face that it no doubt belonged there.

Levi Ackerman did not bring any company to his luxurious but very bland room that night. He had no desire to sleep with the wolves tonight.

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