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vincentspissfleshlight · 21 days ago

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Boyfriend to death(1&2)/ The Price Of Flesh/ Till Death Do Us Part (exxxtra characters)

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Hello my lovelies! Today I’ve made a short yet bitter sweet little headcannon for all of you thirsty animals..

TW: blood, abuse, NSFW, near death, sexual assault, manipulation, brainwashing, rape, Stockholm syndrome, sexual tension, death, forced pregnancy.

Today’s pick! (Drumroll everybody!)

How you escaped! and will they get you back?

Strade

Somewhat panicked, first his little fox pet ran off now you? Scheiße.. don’t worry he’ll sort it out, he will find you, it may not be now.. but he will find you.

He’d have to lay low for a while until the cops find something else to focus on, then, he’d stalk you and then sexually torture you, make you scream those sweet cries of yours and turn up the volume on your electric collar and leave you alone in his basement tied up and helpless and always in such a near constant state of pain.

“Ah, ich habe dich gefunden, Liebling, es hat nicht lange gedauert, bis du von mir verschwunden bist. Du wirst mir nie wieder entkommen.”

Sano Kojima:

Did akira let you go? Or did you find a way out without getting caught by the two? Shit. Oh well, he’d have to get his brother to do all the dirty work for him, sit back and watch you get caught and brought back to him. He’s not angry, but just disappointed in you that you slipped away from his tight restraints that he had you in.

Maybe he’d have to strap you tighter, give you more stronger drugs to keep you paralysed and still forever, or, he could just make you his pretty little doll.. no, not yet. Now it’s not the time, you’re not perfect yet just yet.

“あなたは二度と私から逃げることはありません、私の美しい人形.”

Akira Kojima

Fuck fuck fuck, no need to panic Akira!! Akiraaaaaaa you let them slip!!, I’m sure you’ve just wandered off a little too far.. fucking damn it.

Akira would track you down so easily, so fucking easier than Sano would, especially on his speedy motorcycle, he’d slither his way through the cracks of the town to find you. But unfortunately he’d bring you back to sanos lab beat and cut you up more than he did before.. (to think he’d let you go? No no) oh and he’d carve his name into your chest.. and ask his brother to make you into a doll so you could never disappear like that again.

“逃げないでって言ったのに、今は自分で物事を難しくしているだけです。”

Rire Lucien:

What do you mean you managed to escape him? The demon king? Are you a fool, little human? There’s no escaping me, you’re trapped here. Forever. Playing my game of cat and mouse.

At the end of the day, there’s no escape route for you with Rire. He will make you think you can escape, rape you with his black onyx tentacles more and more.. slowly draining your sanity away from you until you can’t even stand to be alive anymore. And that’s what he loves. His type of alcohol. Soon, you’ll offer your soul to him, oh he can taste it on his tongue, it’s sweet, delightful and sinful.

“Such a stubborn, silly little mortal, did you really think I’d grant your wishes for escaping my grasp? Tsk tsk tsk, go on, start hiding.”

Vincent Metzger:

The fucker would track you down, hunt you and drag you back to his bunker and beat the living shit out of you and I mean REALLY beat you, torture and rape you from the inside and out, TURN you inside and out! you until you’re nothing but his mindless bitch that only slobbers on his cock. Making you have Stockholm syndrome, making you regret leaving his side ever. There you sit beside his knee, like a good little pup, collar with a leash and all. Just for him.

You LIVE in that bunker now, food and water are a privilege that’s so rare to have and he will only let you have it if you either let him use you or let him throat fuck the shit out of you, only until he trusts you enough, then you can be with him. But for now. You’re alone in that bunker.

“You fuckin’ little SHIT, I told you that I’d find ya! I’ll always fuckin’ find ya. Now you ain’t leavin’ me. Ever”

Lawrence Oleander:

Poor Law would be on the brink of a panic attack or straight up angry at you, but you didn’t even strand off far for long. He found you down the street, you were so weak, so fragile like a trees root trying to find the sunlight. Like a shriveled up dried flower begging to be watered. Oh hell rip off your dead leaves and plant you into new soil, make you grow into something.. beautiful.

It was no use, he found you and knocked you out, dragged you back to his apartment late at night and duct tapped you back onto the chair. He wanted to show you the river, he tried to.. and now. You’re going to be still, silent and beautiful just like his plants.

“You.. you tried to escape me, why? And yet I brought you back here, with me. And now, now I’ll make sure you’ll never leave me.”

Ren Hana:

Ren would panic too, I mean, I would panic as well if my pet decided to run out of the house and into the street, luckily he caught you. Apologised to the locals and the neighbours about how insane and mentally exhausted you were from the medication.

He lied to the police, and made sure that you were with him. Sneaky. You’ll never escape him, your his and he’s yours, forever. He’d manipulate you, hurt you yet care for you, cook and clean for you, love you and make you develop Stockholm syndrome

“Nice little run away you did there! Good thing I know how to lie so perfectly! Haha! My little pet will never get away from me now! I swear of it! We need each other. I need you.. and you? You need me the most. Only me.”

Cain Zeitgeist:

Of course this wasn’t the first time you ran off. You decided to run along with his spoiled little mommy’s boy Damien. He couldn’t even save you, and this time? Cain wasn’t so nice about it. He found you and brought you back, so easily and now. Now you’ll never see the sun shine again, you’ll never ever have any human interaction with someone else that’s not him. ever again.

He’d keep you there, torture you until you’re nothing but an obedient sex slave for beg and call, then turn you into his worthless succubus/incubus for him to play around with.

“You worthless little human, you really thought it was smart to escape me again? Again? Really? I admire your dedication and enthusiasm but next time, there will be no escape. Nobody will save you.”

Derek Goffard:

Derek would scream and have a tantrum, of course he’s daddies spoiled little brat. But after that he’d just stalk you down, find you and put a gun to your head while he fucked your throat until you’re begging him to stop.

He’d blame you of course, it was your fault that you tried to escape him, (but really it was his fault, he didn’t even chain you tighter to the wall..) he’d make you his slave and servant, making you do household deeds like; scrub his boots with you tongue of course.. clean his clothes and make him dinner, fuck that up and he’d break your fingers.

“God- fucking DAMN IT! I should have known you just slithered your way out! You fucking bitch! I’m going to make your life a living hell, haha gonna make you miserable while I’m enjoying every second of it!!.”

Celia Lede:

She knows you escaped, and she planned it. Just like she planned this whole shit show, killing her husband and framing you for it? Maybe she did, she wants you to suffer. With or without her, because she knows. You’ll come crawling back to her.

Oh? What’s this? You found Celia? And your.. begging for her to help you run away from the cops? How unfair! Now you’re in her hands, just like putty. Of course she chain you to her bed on the floor, keep you there, only feed you those drug-induced donuts (ugh they looked delicious!) and drag you down to her basement and shove you into a cage where you permanently live now. Celia lets you out for a walk, just like a pet needs.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just slit your throat right here and right now. You’re stuck here, even if you cry out for help. You’ll be only walking on all fours and begging for attention. Just how I like it.”

Mason Herial:

You ran, and ran, not until you ran into the hunters ground (Masons favourite spot), Mason already found you. You didn’t escape you just fell head first into the bears den without notice, you were so blinded by the cold and how much you desperately needed to escape from his grasp. Fuck, he found you. And now you’re hanging upside down by a trap, of course it’s not going to end very well.. but he’s just silent.. standing there, staring at your upside down body, was he thinking or?

— you fell head first into a bunch of leaves, turns out he cut the trap and you fell, luckily your head was fine but your heart wasn’t, you were panicking like hell. Mason was dragging you by the line that’s still wrapped around you ankle, back to his cabin that was strangely nearby. The hunting had just begun. There he just kept you to fuck, fill and stuff, planting his seed deep inside of you whether you like it or not, he wanted you to be his domesticated pray.

“You’re not even worth the hunt, but I do know what that womb of yours is really worth.”

Fox (Ren Hana):

He already brought you back, by his loyal body guards; Kangaroo & Rhino. Well, maybe Fox could do the torturing again, violate your holes with his tentacle dildo, or carve more things into your back, but he wanted to make it… nice and personal. Just for him~

You’re on his streams now, twenty. four. fucking seven. Doing whatever he wanted you to do, that was your punishment, and yet you got the utter most perfect care from some doctors he had hired. So you’re just a walking drugged up canvas with scars, bite marks, burn makers.. etc.. and just like he was when he was with strade.

“Oh, how delightful my little play thing! You really thought you could escape me, HAH! Oh darling the show has just begun! And you’re our favourite star! They LOVE you, and I need you.”

BONUS CHARACTERS!

Jack (“Dean”)

He couldn’t let you escape his grasp, but unfortunately he found you, maybe? Maybe. He’d like you to think you had freedom until he pounced on you. He was a ex police officer? How could you think you could escape him? Jack made sure he avoided every cop in the city, he knew what he was doing.

He raped, tortured you and then and killed every survivor in front of you. The friends you made along the way, the freedom you so desperately had in your fingertips. Washed away, scrapped and gone, just like your hope. BROKEN. He wore that stupid jackal mask every time he’d do those horrible things to you. So you could never fucking forget.

“You’re a pretty tough cookie, I’ll admit that you almost definitely escaped. But I’ll make sure you don’t step foot out of my sight.”

Kangaroo:

He thought he could trust you, letting your restrains loose so you could sleep easily last night, luckily Rhino covered for him and told his boss a lie before he could find out that you’ve been missing for a few hours.

And there he found you, cornered up near the auction hallway hidden away from the world, scared and hurt. Was it guilt that he felt? Or guilt that if he didn’t find you, bring you back to Fox that he’d get into trouble by his boss? More like.. should you trust him?

“There ya are whatta doing down there mate?, cmon. Get your ass up, I know a way outta here. Can you trust me?”

Christopher (Chris) King:

He was so worried about you, angry at himself that he couldn’t even keep you stuck here. He tried to ask Aria but she said she had no clue where you’d be

Should he call the police? But he’d have to tell them he’d been abusing you, I mean.. he’d be finally away from you but you changed over those few days.. he could tell you wanted to be better for him, a better wife, a better person. And that’s when you walked back into the house, running into his arms and telling him that you were sorry, sorry for all those years of hurt, abuse and suffering you gave him.

“You’re.. back? Why the hell did you come home?? You’d be better off without me—it wouldn’t hurt to try again, you want to.. try again? I wont accept your apologies but we can work it out together.”

Matthew (Matt) Wolfblood (My Oc):

Matt couldn’t forget the day when you escaped, he sped through every single road in the city breaking the speeding law— he didn’t give a fuck, his MC men searched through every single fucking bar, restaurant, cafè, even the local library to find your ass. But no, you had to be hiding at home, his boys raided that place too, tearing the inside of your house apart until he found you cowering away in your attic with a knife clutching in one hand while you dialled for the police, you know that won’t do jackshit. He knows the cops are scared of him.

Matthew spent the next day tearing you in, physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. Making sure the only thing on your mind was his name, and ONLY his name. God forbid he’d have to tattoo his goddamn name on your ass as a fucking trampstamp. He kept you chained in his own apartment attic with your arms and legs tied by chains and duct tape with every single hole gagged, stuffed and used. he didn’t trust you, nor would he again.

“If I ever and I mean, EVER find thatcha ran away from me again? You better find a god and start prayin’ to ‘em or I’ll make your life a livin’ fuckin’ hell. I ain’t gonna be nice and sweet to ya honey. Keep this little escapee act up and my boys might haveta gang rape ya to teach you a goddamn lesson, got it?”

Damien Morningstar

You snuck off to go back to Cain, didn’t you? Damien isn’t particularly mad at you or angry, he’s just concerned, scared for your safety and life. After all Damien did to get you of cains grasp, risking his own life, especially A.E.Ds life too. How could you?

Luckily he found you, swept you away gently back into the church for hiding, searched for any signs of damage or hurt on your body.. Damien wouldn’t admit that he cared for you, nor would he. Maybe.

“Please, just don’t risk your life or mine just to be tricked into Cains sick and twisted games. You may not understand him like I do. I know my half brother all too well.”

Marcus De La Cruz:

You didn’t escape, not that you thought that you did. But, you didn’t, he just kept you there.. it was only just a hop skip and a jump out the door, he left the front door open for you, made you think you were safe then—BANG— he shot you down, the bullets hitting your legs as you collapsed weakly, everything was on fire, it hurts, everything hurts.

Finally he bandaged your legs up, you couldn’t even walk, but that’s what he wanted now hm? He wanted you to lean on him, be more dependent on him, make him do everything for you, only you. Not even your ex boyfriend John could do such a thing for you. He loved you.

“John would care less about you, not like I do. I love you, you’re my everything, you’re mine.”

Jack Buchanan:

You finally escaped Jacks awful interests with the dead.. especially his affair, he was out ‘visiting’ Ellen, you slipped out the basement and out through the window of your house, you scampered away through the night, your wounds aching from the fresh stitches, running into Chris on your way out. He looked at your terrified and scared for your safety but also escaping his own problems away from his abusive wife, Chris took you to the hospital.

There you two bonded after a simple chat about how both your spouses were horrible, somewhat of a similarities in your life. And there you saw him. Jack, standing down the hallway with that blank stare not until he saw you and Chris holding hands, he didn’t do anything.

“What are you doing, I thought you were at home.“

Aria King:

She was happy when you left, and so were you. You both actually had a mutual agreement that if she gave you some money and a ticket away from this town, then you’d leave Chris, divorce him and make him and yourself better people, it’s a peaceful ending now isn’t it? And you were fine with it.

You two were still in contact, friends now. Yet she doesn’t forgive you for how you treated her brother. She still hated you, and you were okay with it. Sometimes you asked how Chris was.

“I may not forgive you, but you’re still a stuckup bitch, but I guess I could get used to your usual phone calls.”

Ellen Klein:

Running through the town, half naked and covered in blood, wearing nothing but a dog collar and a few opened wounds on your body, you had finally killed Ellen, escaping from her weird fucking thing she had going on. Telling you about how you never understood your own husband, Jack, and yet you never did, even after being married to him for so long, catching him having an affair with Ellen.

Her death was fast yet in slow motion when you got yourself out of that cage, and ran out the door like Usain Bolt on drugs. Her last words was while she was bleeding out:

“You’ll never love Jack like I do.. you’ll never love him.. like.. I.. do..”

Komodo (“Micheal”) Dragon (“Jason”):

They ran around like dumb and dummer around the sand, idiots.. “where the hell are they?” Shouted Jason “I don’t fucking know! It was your turn to do watch!” Yelled Micheal. They didn’t even know you were hiding in the camp alone, all the survivors were either dead or dying.

They spotted you, you ran and ran until you tripped over a fucking snake! Oh it bit you, ohh it was poisonous, venomous, dangerous. They just laughed at you, and yet you thought you were more smarter than them! Not only were you dying from a venomous snake bite? You will also dying from dehydration, hunger and your sanity was destroyed.

“Look at them, they’re dying from a stupid little snakebite!” -Jason “I mean, it’s a pretty big snake, should we throw it at Derek?” -Micheal.

Machete (name unknown):

He just slowly followed you until he saw you limping from Derek’s brutal assault on your holes, fuck you were so tired, exhausted and now this man wearing a mask was following you! How bad could this get?! One day you were just buying a CD from a store because you were having a bad day, next you were kidnaped on your way home and sold at a human trafficking site!!.

Luckily the Machete man was kind enough to help you escape, letting you know about his backstory of how the guys took his sister in for their sick and twisted games. He told you where a quad bike was, where some supplies were and a map leading away from here.

“Good luck out there, if you see Fox. Send him my regards.”

Lich (Lawrence Oleander):

Lich just found you crawling to the edge of the lake, freezing cold as you were slowly dying. You weren’t really escaping the Lich, you were escaping from Mason, and every regret you made in your life. The Lich didn’t want you to die yet, not yet.

The Lich dragged you to safely, back to Masons cabin while Mason was sound asleep, holding a shotgun by his bed side table.

“Kill him, finish the hunt. And then after that, save yourself.”

Demon Strade:

Why would you escape him? There was nowhere to go but just.. sand.. so you decided to come back to the cave where your head throbbed and ached with pain, you vomited until you your vision blurred over the next few days.

And there you saw him.. or should I say it. Wait a minute, you remember him? Isn’t that strade? The one you met at the Braying Mule?? He’s dead? Strade or should I say Demon Strade had finally dragged your ass down with him, there you saw Rire, (whaaaaat Rire is here toooooo??) offering your escape with a price.

*imagine one of demon Strades language while he says this:* “Irgendwo erkenne ich dein hübsches kleines Gesicht.”

Samael Volkov:

After Cain abandoned you, you really thought you could out run an Archangel whos the commander of the REAPERS!

He pierced your body with his icicles, watching you bleed out, you didn’t even have enough time to beg or even ask him why Cain abandoned you.

“I don’t even have to tell you why and how Cain abandoned you, but all I can say is that he was getting bored of you.”

Ashe:

You already died, died in the hands of your lover (any character) they tried to stop the bleeding, so I guess you basically escaped them, the constant abuse, rape and torture.. so you won. You had the last laugh.

Ashe had a casual conversation with you for a few hours, going over your regrets, mistakes and failures you made in your such short lived life. You had a choice, either visit hell.. or maybe go to heaven. But you weren’t no saint, you had to kill someone to escape your torment.

“I guess people like you deserve a chance. But I’m not god.”

A.E.D:

You and A.E.D escaped Cain after Damien’s arm was sliced off and killed him right in front of you by Cain. It was honestly horrific, and brutal yet slow. A.E.D was mad at you, hurt and ashamed that him and Damien had to rescue you from Cains grasp.

He brought you back to the church without Damien, for the first time it hurt him seeing his friend that wasn’t next to him, but only you were.

“You risked Damien’s life, you betrayed him, all because you called for Cain. Why? Why did you do that!”

Jason Buchanan:

Your step son(?) Jason, who’s basically Jack Buchanans son, founded the true story about his own father being a.. you know.. it weirded him out, disgusted him despite how he wasn’t particularly keen on you since you weren’t his real mom, he didn’t care. He just wanted to bring his own sick father to shame, bring justice to the victims of his own dad.

You escaped Jack, of course Jason was told, you told him EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING you witnessed, luckily for you.. Jason wasn’t like his father.

“Fucking hell, i didn’t even realise my own father was a murderer.”

Farz Murphy (BtD2 ver):

Farz yelled out for Vincent and betrayed you, backstabbed you, you started to fight farz, kicking, screaming and then stabbing him. Vincent came running in and absolutely ruined you (not sexually) he broke your neck with one hand and he was quite impressed with his skills but beyond pissed that you killed his lover, mate and boyfriend.

Vincent had killed you, right there and then making it quick and painful.

“…..”

Uriel Metzger:

Holy shit, is that Vincent’s dad? You visited hell after you killed farz, you arrived in hell. Hell.. damn it.. fuck!

There you met Uriel, he wasn’t the particularly nice kinda guy.. no wonder why he’s in hell. Of course you asked him some questions about Vincent, especially about hell too. He answered them, hesitantly.

“You know, Vincent was supposed to be an angel, but he’s more of a beast than a saint.”