#that is a very small human being not your personal plaything

[angryisokay]

"Nobody has any right to talk about "mutilating kids" as long as most boys in America are circumcised”

So, how should we put an end to the gross practice of routine infant circumcision if we can’t talk about kids being mutilated?

I guess we don’t have to call it mutilation to make an argument against the practice of surgically altering a child’s body without their consent, but that term certainly does get people’s attention and sometimes makes them stop to consider that maybe it is fucked up.

Then they can consider other fucked up things that people put children through because someone else told them ‘this is how things are’ or ‘it’s for the best’.

[hwajin]

★༉‧₊˚✧ — 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖗

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 007. — 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐍 | 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥-𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: soul eater!seungmin x fem!reader

𝖜𝖈: 1.3k

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: you were damaged, and he ate souls like yours for breakfast. until he met you, until you lured him into destruction of your own.

𝖈𝖜: unprotected sex, cumming inside

He had the power to kill you, right then and there. Right as you lay in the security of your bed, with him beneath your body. It'd take his cold lips against the dampness of your neck — sweat a result of nervosity, of accileration — and an addicting kiss, his mouth then against your own to suck out the soul right from within you, leaving you lifeless. It wouldn't need more than that, a simple connection of lips, and he'd have you forever. You were surely damaged enough, your soul scratched and scattered with sin so great he'd never felt anything like it — you'd keep his hunger stilled for months to come, Seungmin wouldn't need to hunt much after you if he'd only gotten as much as a taste of your soul; and yet he let you roll your hips against him, didn't let his mouth connect with your own for the deadly kiss he so desperately hungered for. He watched you instead, felt you on him, against him, around him. Your walls fluttering against his erection in fastest motions, drawing sounds out of his throat he'd normally be embarrassed of. Normally, if you weren't rewriting everything he thought he was, his entire persona, his very being. Seungmin hadn't recognized himself the moment you had touched him, your confidence, fearlessness even after he's revealed his true form having surprised him, having turned him into a puddle of needy curiousity. He was enthralled, in the worst way possible, for he wasn't born to be. He was scared, maybe, though Seungmin wouldn't dare admit it, not even to himself.

Anyone in his place would feel the same. It wasn't your body, not your physical figure he felt so intimated by — the way you moved, though, carelessly, freely, bouncing him up and down or grinding your hips against his, lowering your head to bite at his neck and shoulders, to toy with the sensitivity of his nipples surely didn't leave him cold — and yet it was your aura, your soul, he thought. There was something unpredictable about you, something dangerous. Something deeply damaged; surely when fear has not been an emotion you showed in the entirety of being with him, while any living human would have. Seungmin would only need to reveal he has powers to kill, and anyone in your place would run, hopelessly so. Yet you'd stayed, and had gone far beyond that — Seungmin had never seen a person more damaged, and it scared him to death.

You weren't shy, either. Were bold, in the way you fucked him; Seungmin had tried to keep his composure, had tried to stay witty and cocky and to take back the power you had so smoothly taken from within his fists only to use it against him; and he'd lost. Wasn't able to turn over control, to not fall into the traps you, seemingly, so smartly had lain upon him, upon his way to you. He'd fallen into each and every of them, was now held captive under your mercy; he'd never admit it, though he liked it. Enjoyed that no more than a human like you was able to turn his whole over and around, to handle him so carelessly, so without fear. He got a kick out of it, apparently, out of watching you atop him, moving your body the way you liked, as though paying no attention to him at all — as though Seungmin was not more than a toy for your pleasure, something you used before throwing it away, before looking for the next plaything.

Your moans ripped through the small of the room. It wasn't your room, nor Seungmin's — you had taken him to a house party he doubted you'd been invited to, and had, rudely so, occupied a stranger's room without permission, had locked Seungmin in it. He had been scared ever since; he had been erect ever since. You had made quick business right then and there, had not lost a second on clichés and hesitations, on meaningless confessions, words; you had gotten on the bed, had stripped from head to toe — it hadn't been a long process, you'd been in absence of underwear and a simple red dress had adorned your body, accompanied by heels you'd merely slipped off — and had looked at him. Looked at him and waited, had spread your legs before his eyes, while Seungmin had been busy collecting his brains and jaw, had spread your legs and touched yourself, sounds so obnoxious escaping you it had gotten the man flustered.

And admittedly, he couldn't remember how he'd ended up beneath you. As though you'd put a spell on him, as though you'd mastered hypnosis to your benefit you'd lured him in, despite his seeming unknowing. It hadn't taken five minutes and Seungmin had been straining your cervix, had started groping onto your every limb, the entirety of your body; to convince himself you were real, to clarify himself the absurdity of the situation, the very irony, or to simply touch you. To hold onto you for he'd loose himself otherwise, keeping his clammy hands on your burning body to search for leverage — embarrassing, pathetic, desperate enough to call shame onto his every fibre. It wasn't like him, like his species. He'd be embarrassed if the pleasure you provided, the satisfaction your body brought wasn't mind-numbing.

You grew tired. Despite your cockiness, your seductiveness you were mere human after all, and your energy knew an end, seemingly. Your hands on Seungmin's chest supported the weight of your body, fingers clawing into his chest, drawing crescent moons, drawing little blood. Your hips stuttered in their movement despite the force you used to grind them above his body, your desperation bigger than the exhaustion that nestled into your limbs. Seungmin sensed it nevertheless; he felt the loss of rhythm in your thrusting, he felt the additional weight above him, a result of your limp body, of your struggle to keep yourself seated, in movement. And you were close; he could feel that, too. Your walls clenched him into states of insanity, your head thrown back, or lulling forward almost frantically, hopelessly, the little bit of your face Seungmin caught in between showing contortion, shut eyes and open mouth, choked moan stuck in your throat. You were losing composure, were losing your cool.

"Not so- not so bold anymore, are we."

Seungmin's voice came in a raspiness he didn't expect, was embarrassed about — and he grew flustered at his words. Felt they were misplaced, felt like he hadn't gained the permission to talk to you in such way; he flushed at his own fluster, grew needier at the effect you had on him, unexpectandely so. A scoff sounded from you and Seungmin's skin darkened further, crimson red towards his neck; you merely hummed though in respone. Didn't have the wit in you to reply, focusing on driving you to release, keeping your hips as steady as possible, trying to forget the feeling of his hands on your skin, against the flesh of your hips and waist, of Seungmin's thighs beneath your own, tensing with each bit of contact, damp enough to mess up the bedsheets — you'd surely have to flee the apartment without a second of hesitation.

And then Seungmin started meeting your hips midway, and the knot in the pit of your stomach wasn't far from snapping in its' confines. He'd grown desperate, took matter into his own hand — fucking up into you, chasing his own high the way you've been doing it for the past long minutes; your orgasm ripped through you in a choked sob and a limp body, his in spurts of white and muffled groans, in grunts which you felt in vibrations against his chest. Wet everywhere, sweat dampening, mixed liquids coating abdomen and thighs, spit and drool covering mouths, kiss-bitten lips — Seungmin would surely wait longer to snatch your soul from you, wouldn't grant you deadly kiss, as much as his hunger screamed for it.

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[moodymisty]

Rushal ending up being loyal to Sevatar and the NL legion makes sense. Brutal torture (and probably a whole lotta brainwashing) will do that to a person. People who went through abuse and didn’t get any treatment for it will very likely get attached to their abuser, and even support them sometimes.

But if he gets attached to you? (and my brain has already cooked up an idea on how that could possibly happen. So just hear me out).

Let’s say that you’re a serf belonging to the Night Lords, and your duties consist of cleaning the areas where the higher ranking astartes live. For serfs belonging to other chapters this would be seen as a privilege, but here? Not so much. Nobody wants this type of job, it’s too risky, you’re one wrong move away from being turned into a flayed plaything for one of your lords. But when a serf of higher rank promoted you to it (probably to escape getting the job himself) it was inescapable, the life fate handed you didn’t allot you any complaints. So you decided to accept this “gift” instead of risking possible death via whip.

And you could say that you were good at it. You stayed quiet and unnoticeable, your hands never spilled what you were carrying, and even in your throes of fear you managed to keep a boring enough facade that the Night Lord threatening you lost interest. Otherwise what you did could be easily described as dull, because once you got over the sight of human remains, all the job really consisted of was nonstop cleaning till you heard the sound of heavy footsteps and ran back to the serfs quarters as stealthily as possible.

The monotony changed however, when you heard a rumour of a new astartes joining the higher ranks. Through the chatter of your fellow serfs you found out that he used to be a Raven Guard. Which… surprised you. Before the heresy started you had heard from past friends who worked with other chapters that the Raven Guard, while similar in appearance, weren’t as monstrous or sadistic as your masters. Some even called them “kind”.

You wondered if that’s even possible. And if it is, then how could someone like that join the Night Lords?

A few days later you were mopping some grand hallway. Well, it must have been grand in the past, now it’s just covered in gore. But any cleanup you were doing stopped abruptly. You weren’t alone in this place. A familiar terror ran through your body, a space marine was watching you. And so you sat there, trying to seem as small as possible in hopes that he would eventually go away. After what felt like hours you considered the option that maybe you were just tired and your mind was conjuring things that weren’t there, and it didn’t feel like a Night Lord, so what harm could be done if you just turned around and-

You saw him. But despite his pallid complexion and large black eyes you didn’t recognise him, so it must be the new Raven Guard then, you thought. After which you realised that you had been staring at him for far too long, and bowed apologetically. But it was as if he didn’t seem to notice, instead wordlessly beckoning you somewhere with a gesture of his gauntlet covered hand. Which you followed, it would have been far more foolish of you to deny the request of one of your masters than to simply do as they said. So as he lead to down some dark corridors and right into his quarters you tried to think as positively as you could. Maybe the people you once knew were right? Maybe he won’t torture or kill you? Maybe he truly is as kind as they claimed his kin to be.

His request was simple, he sat down on his bed and gestured for you to take off his power armour. The higher up serfs taught you the basics behind it just in case a scenario like that ever came up, even if you truly hoped it didn’t. Being that close to an astartes put your life on the line, and if one tiny armour piece got broken you’d be just another blood splatter on the wall. But from what you saw he didn’t seem to mind, most of the time he wasn’t even focused on you, preferring to stare off into the distance. But when he did look down you chose to smile at him, risky yes, but deep within your heart you hoped that he wasn’t as bloodthirsty as his cousins. Once you took off the armour it felt as if you were done, until you saw him fumbling with the zipper on his neck. The dirt and armour oil made the glove parts of his bodysuit far too slippery to grip that small bit of metal. So with a mumble of wanting to help you put your hands on his neck, reaching to grab the zipper of the suit-

You hear a sharp intake of breath when he flinched away from you, if you weren’t so close to him you wouldn’t have even noticed it. And in his eyes you briefly saw… fear? No, not fear. That’s stupid, astartes can’t feel that, you must have just been projecting. And you’re sure you were right when he leaned back towards you with that usual tired expression. What did surprise you though, is what you see when you take off the top part of the bodysuit. He’s littered with scars, some healed, most not.

And you get the bright (and very impulsive) idea on how to stay on his good side.

You take out a pretty large jar of antibiotic cream from your robes, you used it after each day of work to make sure you didn’t get an infection. And while you knew that space marines didn’t work that way. The frightened-friendly way you spoke seemed to convince him into letting you apply it on him, sitting silently as you massaged it into the skin of his arms, torso and face. After which he stood up from his bed and unlocked the door, silently letting you go.

For you the interaction was.. confusing. He didn’t hurt you, but he was also incredibly strange. You hoped that whatever good reputation you built up with him was worth wasting half of your antibiotics on.

For him it was the first show of genuine kindness he’s felt in such a long time. In his surprise at your smiles and soft touches he managed to let you go.

How foolish of him.

But don’t fret, dear. He’ll find you soon. And he won’t be letting you go this time.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

y'all put so many tasty treats in my ask box, you all know exactly how to manipulate me into making stuff XD

[thebluester2020]

“Jio Is Ignoring You”

✨ (Ridgeside Village) Jio x Farmer!Reader

Content: rough-fucking, dub-con(?), (slightly) ooc Jio (the man is canonically a virgin lol), mean! Jio (but its jio so its totes fine), gender neutral!reader (female genitalia is present though), not proofread.

Note: this is a short drabble based on my farmer being a slut for this man’s attention (and a particular dialogue being very frequent for her during my playthrough ✨)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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:: Jio Is Ignoring You

It had been that way since the beginning you felt like. You'd come rushing up to Ridgeside village, immediately sniffing around the Ridge in hopes of finding him only to be met with crippling disappointment when you quickly found out that he had nothing to say to you.

But, after coming to find him yet again after you were done with your chores today...be it your voice or the way you had such an expectant look in your eyes. Something about you finding him alone in the Ninja house as he peacefully meditated, it just set him off.

.

.

.

"Last warning farmer, if I hear another sound out of you. I'm pulling out."

For the umpteenth time that night, you chewed on your bottom lip in a bid to keep quiet, your lips swollen red as your teeth threatened to break through the skin from how hard you were biting back sounds of absolute bliss. Even as he bullied into your tight pussy, lewd squelching reverberated off of the walls within the small house, Jio insisted on ignoring you as if you were simply a mindless fuckdoll.

But, because of whatever god you pissed off...he didn't allow you to cum.

Not once.

"J-Jio~!" You accidentally keened.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he suddenly grabbed your hair to pull you up to his chest, his thrusts only getting harsher, more brutal as he panted hotly into your ear. "What" Smack! "Did" Smack! "I say" Smack! "About speaking?" He spat coldly before letting go of your hair, pressing a hand into the dip in your back to force you to arch your ass more.

"Fuuuuckkkk..." He drawled sloppily as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm.

Jio tsked as he reached around to grab your chin, turning you to the side to where he was met with an eye-capturing sight that made his cock twitch. Your eyes teary as tear tracks marked your face along with the hickeys he left behind. "Hmf...the least you could do is listen farmer. I'm giving you the attention you've so desperately craved since you laid eyes on me...and you can't even follow a single request?"

You clenched at his words, another desperate keen leaving your puffy lips as your hand shakily moved to try and grab at his wrist. To achieve any sort of comforting warmth.

With a cruel laugh, however, he jerked his hand away from your chin as if you were covered in mud. "As if I'd let a slutty, pathetic human farmer like you touch me any more than I've already allowed you to." He leaned forward, his weight pressing and effectively caging you against the hard wooden floor as his thrusts sped up, his lengthy cock dragging against your moist walls deliciously.

"Coming to me every day..." He whispered, a groan escaping his lips. "Annoying me as I try to meditate or perform duties according to my Lady..." Jio continued.

A gasp escaped you when he suddenly lifted one of your legs to hook itself on his arm, your moans now bordering along screaming out like a wanton whore. “Perhaps the only way to get some silence again is to plug this needy pussy with my cum, eh?" He leaned closer to your ear, dragging his hot tongue across the outer shell before you felt him smirk against your cheek.

“Who knows? Maybe my Lady will allow me to keep you as a pet-" You clenched at the thought of being his personal pet...through your sex-drunk mind, you thought of it as a win-win for you both! You'd get Jio's attention and his cock. And the elf would get a plaything.

It was perfect!

"O-Oh no..." You slurred as a dumb smile crept onto your features. So long as Jio was looking at you and still nestled deep within your pussy. His tip kissing your cervix as his grip upon your waist was sure to leave bruises by tomorrow, the man could say that the world was ending and you’d still be happy.

“J-Jio…c-close!” You moaned as a familiar knot began to form in the pit of your stomach.

He gave you no response aside from fucking you harder. Rough groans and breathless whimpers leaving his lips as he desperately chased his orgasm, his fingers digging deeper into your waist before he suddenly stilled, a drawn out moan escaping his lips as his forehead fell to your shoulder.

Yet, for some odd reason, you were suddenly left hanging. “W-What about me?” In another situation, you’d be ashamed of how pathetic your voice became. How you’d be reprimanding yourself if you saw yourself in the mirror right now, looking like a kicked puppy as Jio took you off his cock and set you down on the quickly cooling floor.

He proceeded to get up without a single care.

“Hey! What about me?!” You cried out again as he started to dress himself. Once more he was back to completely ignoring you, your words falling on deaf ears as if you were as meaningless as an ant on the ground.

“Jio!”

He finally responded with an annoyed ‘Hm?’

“I...y-you didn't let me cum...”

“Idiot…you should be grateful you got fucked by me at all. And besides, I allowed you to cum so many times before and you still dare for me to give you more?" You had no words, every thought and insult racing through your mind as your eyes followed Jio as he walked out of the house. And, when he closed the door behind him, slowly making you realize that you should get back to your farm before it gets too dark. One thought lingered in your head.

You’d only be back tomorrow to vie for his attention once more.

[signedeclipse]

hi! Can I get some headcanons with petplay, with Dōma, Muzan, and Shinobu? If you don't do that kink feel free to ignore this!

Douma | Muzan | Shinobu [X Reader]

In which they share a pet/master dynamic with their s/o and get heated with it.

Douma

To him, humans are very akin to animals

Rabid, wild things that have such strange rituals, doing absolutely anything to survive

But you were different from those predators, something gentle, something more of a prey he wanted to protect

Like a rabbit!

He doesn't really realise he treats you like that, because it's apart of your everyday life

He gives you 'treats' when you do something he likes, and pets you on the head all the time

You're just so timid and easily frightened

It's so cute to him!

Douma would eventually introduce the dynamic to your more intimate moments

He likes seeing you in the fake long ears and round little tail he got for you

He loves when you fall on your hands and knees for him, and follow him around like the good little bunny you are

The demon doesn't really know what the dynamic is, as far as he's concerned you're his cute little plaything that he wants to protect and ravage

It will be very public in the cult, at least seeing you collared or being pampered by him and called bunny

Mosaics and religious artefacts are made with you in it, represented by a small rabbit held by the demon

Besides, you both fuck like rabbits too

Muzan

The demon lord craved control over everything in his life, even his s/o

Of course he was far more lenient with you, but you seemed to crave listening to his every word when you weren't being such a brat

It didn't go unpunished, but your punishments were far from painful, just overwhelming

He is subtle in the dynamic, besides the petname and a nice leash to tug you by

Anytime he is sat reading, he likes to have you kneeling beside him, with your leash wrapped around his hand and head resting on his lap

His weak kitty, his precious kitten, something that needed to be protected from the world, and shown how to behave

Not only is his life with you private, but you as a whole

You are his and his alone, and in a sense your home is your cage, the only place a precious thing like you should be

Cats can be very bratty, so he has a few things around that he can tie you up and leave you strapped it until the only thing you can do is mewl

" Good kitty "

Shinobu

Surprisingly the worst of the two

She keeps it insanely private, but behind closed doors Shinobu is a total freak

She'll tie your ankles to your thighs so you have to walk on your hands and knees

Collar you and tug on your leash so you force your pace into her pussy

She wants full control over her dumb little puppy

Will 100% have a dog bowl for you to drink out of, and she loves watching you humiliatingly do so

Your dynamic is kind of 24/7 but out of sight, with your public collar being a necklace with a small lock on it so no one thought much of it

Probably has a bed with non conspicuous bars under it that acts as your cage

You usually sleep with her, but if you've been bratty or behaving badly you'll sleep under there, or when you find it more comfortable

Will make you drool like a dog too, after ruining your orgasms for an hour and then making you cum nonstop for another hour

Authors Note - OKAY FIRST you chose the best characters for this because if anyone asked me who has a petplay kink I would have said these three

Secondly, this is probably the most personally controversial ask ive ever gotten because all my social circles (communities, school and work) are very prestigous/formal and sometimes I wonder what they'd think if they found this acc and saw this.

Thirdly, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy <3

[eddiemunson-mylove]

It Takes Two

2022!Joe x afab!reader x 2023!Joey

This is gonna be a weird one... the lovely @lovejosephquinn made this amazing edit and it struck me that these seem like two completely different Joe's in the span of a year. To me personally, the left is our "sexy Joe" era and the right is our "soft Joey" era.

I realised very quickly that I wanna sleep with them both, but also together... so that's exactly what this is

A threesome with two Joe's - now obviously this is impossible, hence why this is fanFICTION! But just take it in, relax, and enjoy my unhinged thoughts.

Lana my darling, this is for you in response to your beautiful edit you so graciously let me use.

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warnings -

18+ | RPF | Smut | Threesome (is that a warning?) | Degradation | Ass-play & Anal | Overstimulation

word count -

3.8K

masterlist

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If someone had told you that one day you were going to be sandwiched in between TWO Joseph Quinn’s, you’d have pinched yourself to wake you from a dream. And yet here you were. Joe was frantically grasping at your hips as he pressed his bulge into the curve of your ass and nibbling on that oh so sweet spot on your jugular, whilst Joey tucked your hair behind your ear with a thumb brushing across your cheek as his hand travelled from your waist up to your breast to give an experimental squeeze.

“You look so beautiful darling”, Joey mused, pulling you in for a saccharine kiss. Meanwhile, Joe had begun to tug at the hem of your shirt as he hummed in agreement.

“So gorgeous, but definitely wearing too many clothes for my liking,” he retorted, yanking the constricting fabric over your head just as Joey had begun to pull away. 

In a matter of seconds, Joe had already unclasped your bra, pulling the straps down your arms to throw away with your top as he got to work with your pyjama shorts. Joey had given you a shy smile, a hungry glint apparent in his eyes as he got to work by leaning down slightly and taking a perked bud into his mouth. A sharp exhale escaped your lips at the sensations while simultaneously having your shorts and panties pulled to your ankles by Joe before he stands upright again and lets out a low chuckled behind your ear,

“That feel good love?” He croons, a hand slipping in front of you to press his middle finger through your folds. “Oh shit… I know you can feel that too,” he groans, “We’ve barely even touched her and she’s already dripping.” Joe muttered for only Joey’s ears which earned an elongated moan from him, the vibrations on your nipple making your head roll back onto Joe’s shoulder. Joey pulled off your nipple with a lewd pop before moving to show the other the same love without hesitation.

Joe had found your clit immediately upon his search, knowing your body as well as you did as though it was a machine built just for him, all of its mechanisms tailored to suit his ideals. The spreading of your wetness from his digits made it easy for him to slide his fingertips in delectable circular motions. The perfect amount of pressure in addition to the tight quick circular motion had your knees buckling, grateful that you had Joe to hold onto your hip with his free hand and Joey caressing one hand on your waist, the other drawing small shapes on your outer thigh to keep you grounded. 

As Joey skilfully traced circles around your nipple with the tip of his tongue, his hand started to grasp and mould the fat in your thigh, as though he needed it to stop him from floating away in a trance. With one last quick suckle, his head finally raises to yours once again, peppering feather light kisses to your cheeks and nose,

“She’s ready.” he mumbles out breathlessly, once again being spoken about with little regard; treated more like a plaything rather than a human. You whimpered as Joe removed his hands from your sopping cunt, quick to wrap an arm around your middle and drawing you back with him towards the bed, Joey also following in pursuit whilst ridding himself of his clothing. Feeling the backs of your knees meet the edge of the mattress, you throw a quick glance behind you to see Joe already sit with his legs spread in his boxers and t-shirt, eager to have you join him and press your body into him once more. 

But before you could make your descent, you felt a sharp nip against your ass cheek, drawing a yelp from you. Joe chuckled from behind you before flattening his tongue against the mark to soothe you. His large, warm hands came into play now, massaging and pulling at your ass. Looking forward again to turn your attention to Joey, you find him on his knees with his face bare millimeters from your heat. He begins to nuzzle into you, his nose pressing against your slit as he hums contentedly. He darts out his tongue to allow himself a few kitten licks, not so focused on your pleasure but rather his own, relishing in the scent and taste of you. 

The combination of his exploration with Joe’s sucking and kneading of your cheeks had you dropping swiftly onto the bed, Joe ready to catch you in his large frame. The skin of your back melted into the skin of Joe’s chest, unaware of when he had removed his own shirt but still clad in his underwear, now the most clothed out of the three of you.

In your new position, it was way too easy for Joey to just dive in, lapping at your centre like a starved man, nipping and sucking at your swollen bud causing you to cry out as you struggled to stay still in Joe’s grasp. His hands fly around to your tits, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefingers as his returned to nipping at your neck lavishly. 

“You want us to ruin you sweetheart?” he beckons, the kind nickname sharply juxtaposed by the malice in his voice, “You want us to leave you gasping for air? Begging us to stop but wanting more? We’d happily oblige, just say the word doll.” he finishes with a nibble to your lobe. Upon the conclusion of Joe’s proposition, you let out an desperate whimper as Joey’s tongue breached your hole. His muscle provided some short-lived relief as he only fucked into you for a matter of seconds before abruptly pulling away from you making you whine in protest. 

He rushes to stand before you, his cock also stood to attention and glistening with precum already despite thus far going untouched. He swiftly throws himself up to the head of the bed, beckoning you to join him between his legs, to mirror how you were currently sat with Joe. You stand to make your way from one to the other, crawling across the bed salaciously on all fours making sure to wiggle your ass to give Joe a show on the way over. Turning and placing yourself in Joey’s lap, already spreading your legs in waiting. You could feel your slick and Joey’s spit dripping from your cunt down onto the sheets as Joe stood and gawked at it, now finally rid of his boxers, his tongue appearing to wet his lips in anticipation. 

He's quick to crawl over to you now, wasting no time in hoisting your thighs over his, the position now angling your hips ready for him to push his way in. Before he could, Joey cranes his neck forward to whisper into your ear, “You ready baby?” he asks, genuine in his concern. He places a chaste kiss just below your ear, his other hand raising to brush his knuckles across your jaw.

“Oh she’s ready alright, aren’t you baby?” he mimics, the smirk on his face has you groaning and frantically nodding your head. With very little preparation and a lot less decorum from the needier of the two, he presses himself forward all the way up to the hilt inside of your warm cunt. Joe lets out a loud sigh as your walls contract and squeeze around his throbbing dick. Joey hums behind you and ruts up into your back at the sight of you being stretched out. 

Giving you no time to adjust, Joe begins to thrust at a relentless pace making you cry out at the fast drag of his bare cock against your twitching walls. Joey jumps in to assist in your pleasure, now taking his turn at tracing your clit with ruthless rubs, not enough pressure for you to reach your climax but just enough to keep you on the cusp. Your whole body trembles between the two men, a small and desperate please leaves your sputtering lips. Finally, with a gentle kiss to your cheek, all it takes is a deep tap to your aching bud for your first orgasm to crash over you, your legs clamping inwards and your pussy spasms around Joe cock. 

Joe lets out a guttural moan as you ride out your orgasm, waiting for the contractions to end before he suddenly pulls out and grabs at your cheeks and demanding you,

“Get on all fours sugar… face me” he goaded to you, roughly shoving your face back into Joey’s shoulder, who was quick to ease the harsh treatment by pressing a firm kiss to your temple and raising the both of you for you to manoeuvre easier. You knew you were desperate, the boys knew you were desperate, and so you wasted no time in scrambling to be on your hands and knees as instructed. Feeling Joey take hold of your hips, he lifts himself to his knees in order line himself up to your sensitive hole. He leans down over your back as his solid cock spreads through your soaked folds, giving a few light thrusts to stimulate your clit once again. Wrapping one arm around your front, he dips his head down to place peppered kisses along your spine and shoulder blades before taking hold of himself to line up to you, the head gently breaching.

“God you’re practically sucking me in sweetheart,” he gasps, the sensations of your pulsating walls making him short of breath. He slowly curls his hips forward until there was no space left between your two eager bodies. Your back involutarily curved until your chest was laid flat against the mattress, humming in unmitigated pleasure as your hips push backwards; a silent plea for more.

Joe on the other hand was not going to let you forget about his presence for longer than a minute as you feel a sudden yank of your hair, your head raising back up and your arms locking below you to hold yourself upright. Gazing up at him through your lashes, his eyes reflected pure darkness. Want and need being the only words you could find yourself to use to describe his wanton stare. Taking your chin into his grasp he applied excessive pressure in order to coax your jaw open before pressing his thumb firmly onto your tongue. Taking the hint you closed your lips around his thumb, circling your tongue around his digit whilst simultaneously sucking lightly. 

“Fuck… she’s sucking me in too, would you believe it? Such a desperate slut,” Joe spits out that last part, gritting his teeth as your own squeeze down onto his thumb, sure to leave a bite mark. “Looks like she’s getting feisty Joey,” he ponders aloud, “I’m sure I can think of something to put her in line…” he smirks and takes the base of his cock in his free hand before removing his thumb from your mouth to replace with his dick, still glistening from your own arousal from moments before. Tapping just the tip on your swollen lips, his eyes bore into your own as his mouth begins to gape knowing that you would do just the same as though you were in a trance. His shaft felt heavy on your tongue as he gliding in further, the stretch beginning to strain at the corners of your mouth.

Joey’s pace from behind had sped up slightly at this new development, contributing his part to your cock-drunk state. All you could think about was the feeling of every ridge, every fold, every vein dragging inside of you, the feeling of being split in two now from both the top and the bottom. Joey had straightened his posture again, putting all of his focus into his consistent thrusts as his head meets your cervix in a gentle kiss, time and time again. Your brain screams praises at the two men, but your current occupation made it impossible for you to vocalise your compassion. They would have to settle for your choked whines and moans for the time being.

Joe had taken hold of the back of your head now, holding you still as he controls his own thrusts, his domineering manner faltering ever so slightly just to make sure he wasn’t actually doing you any harm. The hot tears streaming down your face were raising his suspicions but with a sudden slam to the hips from an increasingly needy Joey, your long whine had eased his concerns as he continued to relentlessly pound your face, his sack slapping your chin with each particularly deep thrust.

“I bet you can taste yourself all over my fat cock, huh doll?” Joe asks, knowing that no response would be leaving your mouth anytime soon. His words garnered a reaction from Joey too, his loud whimpers and skilful thrusts coming to an abrupt end as he pulls out to savour his load, not ready to be done with you just yet. With a couple of extra snaps of Joe’s hips, he too removed himself from your mouth, pushing your face away from him and causing you to lose your balance and letting your weak frame flop onto the bed unceremoniously.

Feeling the light pressure of a stroke across your hair, you angle your head sideways to acknowledge Joey smiling adoringly at you, the sparkle in his eyes ever bright, “Come and lay down with us baby, have a little break…” he swoons to you, his index finger tracing your cheekbone. Holding out your hand for assistance, he immediately obliges and take your hands in his to raise you to a sitting position. You wince as your core meets the mattress, raw and overstimulated by the two men now sat side by side and beckoning you to join them.

You find the strength to crawl meekly towards them, Joe raising a hand to your hip to manoeuvre you to their will. After a brief mess of limbs and an exasperated sigh, you find your self laying across them on your stomach, your head resting in Joey’s lap and ass raised and perked in Joe’s. This newfound position allowed time for you to rest for their ‘big finish’ as you had imagined it, but you knew that this time to rejuvenate was not going to be relaxing in the slightest. 

Your suspicions were confirmed almost immediately as Joe had begun to knead and pull at your ass cheeks. With a firm squeeze to one side, he uses both hands to pull your cheeks apart, chuckling deeply at the sight before him, “All this is mine for the taking too? You flatter me, sugar.” he affirms, leaning forward slowly and drops a string of spit directly onto your clenching hole. Using the pad of his index finger to spread his saliva against your puckered asshole, he leaves little room for adjustment before pushing the tip of his finger inside, ripping a surprised cry from you. 

Joey shushes you as he moves to cradle your face within his lap, “I know darling, you’ll get used to it soon.” he assures you, the admiration evident on his face, “Do you need a little distraction?” he inquires, clearly referencing to his swollen and aching cock that lay against his abdomen mere inches from your face. Eager to please, you nuzzled forward to press the tip of your nose against his heavy balls. “Just go easy on me sweetheart, I’m not ready to cum just yet” he warns lightly moving his hand to cradle the back of your head, making no attempt to push you towards him like Joe would have. If anything, Joey was holding his hand there for support as you traced the pointed tip of your tongue against the seam of his sack and across the base of him. 

A raspy groan escapes his mouth, your own moan echoing around the room as Joe advances his finger deeper into your tight hole, the feeling foreign and yet also so addicting. He pulls away slightly until just the end of his pointer was still sheathed inside of you before pushing its way in once more, deeper than both of you anticipated. Clearly your exhausted state was doing wonders to relax the muscles in your ass. His thrusts became like clockwork, never any deeper or shallower, faster or slower. Just the perfect pressure and pace to have you writhing beneath him, wanting to be filled with something much larger and much thicker. All three of you knew this to be true.

Reaching the head of Joey’s straining cock, you returned the favour of all of his kisses as you decorated him with your own, a few kitten licks thrown in for good measure as he becomes a whimpering mess above you. A string of curse words leave his mouth as his legs jolt beneath you. You knew he wouldn’t have much left in him. You opted with mouthing at the base of him, enough stimulation to keep him on edge but not enough to have him hurtling towards a premature end. 

With your primary focus being on Joey’s twitching dick, you only realise all too late that Joe had added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you at a slightly higher velocity than before, impatient to get you prepped for what you knew was to come… the grand finale. The sounds of your slick and Joe’s saliva sloshing around your hole had you whimpering, each note higher than the last as he applies pressure to your bottom wall, curving his digits slightly to stimulate your pussy also. Using his other hand to crack down a sharp slap to your ass cheek, he rips his fingers from your hole as you cry out, relishing in the sight of your freshly stretched hole gaping and squeezing, practically begging for him to fill you.

Joey positions his hands of either side of your head to lift your head just enough to ask, “Are you ready again baby?” his voice full of love and care.

“She wants to hope that she is,” Joe retorts, grasping an arm to pull you up backwards until you oh so graciously fall against his chest, the back of your head resting in the crook of his neck. He takes your hips into his warm and wet hands, lifting you up just enough for him to align his shuddering cock against your wet ass. Taking the initiative, you allow yourself to sink down onto him, the pair of you moaning in unison. The stretch feels unnatural but you couldn’t help feeling as though you wanted more of it… needed more of it. Joe coaxed you to lie further back onto him and you obeyed, allowing him to take control, pressing shallow thrust up into your ass. 

Joey had shifted himself to kneel before you, adjusting between yours and Joe’s legs in order to meet your pussy. You stare up at him with wide wet eyes, prompting him to lean down and kiss you passionately. The feeling of Joey’s lips sliding against your own was a grounding experience when compared to Joe ruining your asshole below you. You feel Joe weaken his thrusts until they became more like soft ruts. And before you had time to protest the change, with his lips still firmly planted to yours, Joey rolls his cock into you.

The sound you let out was pornographic, having both of your holes stretched out by the two of them being the biggest catalyst for your near animalistic whines. Now that you were secured on both dicks, Joe’s hips began to snap up once more, chasing his own pleasure. There was no rhyme or rhythm to their deep thrusts, no coordination or matching speeds. Both boys were just erratically pounding you, the sensations becoming all-consuming. 

You allowed yourself to go limp, not even sparing the energy to keep up with Joey’s tender kisses. Not that he minded; you flick your eyes up to meet his own but they are screwed shut. His face dripping sweat and body trembling in sheer ecstasy. His mewling had you clenching around him and with no forewarning, he shoots his load onto your welcoming cervix. With little regard to his now fragile state, he’s quick to remove himself from you, much to your disappointment, and flops himself onto his stomach, face between your thighs.

The feeling of Joe’s cock impaling you from behind left you drooling onto your chin and chest as his thrusts did not let up their ferocity. In another cruel twist of fate, you feel Joey flatten his tongue against your overstimulated clit, the pleasure stinging deliciously. You look down at him just as his lips encase your bud and suck, erupting a loud moan from you and kickstarting the bubbling in your abdomen. The feeling of your hair being gathered and subsequently yanked backwards startled you, but you had no time to recuperate as Joe was now shoving his tongue down your throat. 

It was a mess of muscles, you didn’t bother attempting to fight for dominance, you knew where you stood with Joe. So you just allowed him to take what he needed from you, and by the sounds of his breathy whines and pants, he wouldn’t be able to take much more. With your ass being stretched beyond capacity and Joey hungrily sucking your bud into his mouth, your impending orgasm had reached its peak. The white heat spread through you like wildfire, your sight becoming spotty. 

Joe persisted with a few extra harsh jabs of his cock into your ass before he too came with a roaring moan. Willing himself to continue his thrusts until all of his cum had painted your walls, he pants into your ear, garnering enough breath to mutter to you, “take it all doll.” You roll your eyes into your skull and let out a lengthy hum in elation. With Joe’s softening cock still parked inside of you and Joey’s head resting on your inner thighs, your brain only had the capacity to let out a meek ‘thank you’ to the boys before you. 

Joey looks up at you before placing a loving kiss to your mound. Joe scoffed bemusedly from behind you, before you felt a chaste kiss placed to the crown of your head. Neither of you had any intentions of moving anytime soon, so you all just sat in a mess of limbs and post-sex euphoria. There was nothing more to do except enjoy the company of your two boys, your Joe and Joey… 

[amplesalty]

Halloween 2024 - Day 7 - Terrifier 2 (2022)

Send in the clowns...

A year ago on this very blog we watched a little movie by the name of Terrifier, a gore porn laden romp with an eeriely captivating villain in the shape of Art the Clown. I had initially prophesied that this would be the one and only apperance of Mr Clown because we don't take kindly that sort of hyper violence around here. Unfortunately, that prophecy hasn't come to pass for one reason…well, actually two reasons but we'll come back to that. The more pressing issue is something that is doing gangbusters at the time of writing; Terrifier 3. Quickly surpassing $55m in box office takings saw Art's latest outing shoot to the top of the US box office charts and take it's place as the highest grossing unrated film of all time. But why would that change my mind about proceeding on with this franchise? It's a Christmas movie.

They found my one weakness, a Christmas horror movie. Like Silent Night, Bloody Night and Black Christmas before it, I feel duty bound to see this movie but we can't just dive head long into the 3rd movie and leave a gaping hole in our knowledge of Art lore. There could be cruical plot points that we'd be missing so, despite an enourmous amount of trepidation, I reluctantly sat down to see this sequel. And frankly, as little as I would expected it, there is a lot of stuff going on here that is seemingly going to be vital to the franchise as it firmly sets it's sights on film number 4 at some point in the future. No longer is this a movie of disposable characters that are merely fodder for Art's depraved bloodlust, mere playthings for him to torture whilst the adoring viewers at home cheer him on as he commits ever increasing acts of horror. This time we actually have characters we can feel invested in and pray actually make it out alive by the end.

Namely young Sienna, our final girl who dons a valkyrie type outfit for a large portion of the film, fitting for her position as a sort of antithesis of Art. She is a beacon of hope amidst the darkness and almost seems to have been ordained as the one person that may be able to bring Art's reign of terror to an end. But if the first movie taught us anything it's that nothing is off the table here. We saw how Tara came a cropper there so who's to say that the same couldn't happen to Sienna? It brings a whole extra sense of tension when no one in the film feels truly safe, not even our protaginist. There's a feeling in every scene that Art could pop up at any moment ready to cave someone's head in or slit their throat, the dread building with each passing second as if someone were turning the crank on the world's most demented jack in the box. The human element is not the only thing that has been ramped up here, if you thought the first movie was disturbing then you haven't seen anything yet. Just utter the words 'bedroom scene' to anyone that has seen this and it's bound to elicit a reaction. But Art in general revels in his actions unlike his big name slasher brethern before him. I've said before that guys like Michael Myers or Jason Vorhees have a very ruthless effiency to them, kill and move on to the next victim. Art would much rather sit and watch you suffer, your cries of agony like a symphony, the pain on your face is a piece of fine art for him to admire. So why then does a film that I enjoyed much more than the first and one so dripping with atmosphere fill me with such ambivelance? (Which means feeling two opposite irrececoncilible emotions about the same thing) Well, that atmosphere arguablly goes a bit too far in creating an immensense sense of dread that permeates every single scene, an atmosphere so opprossesive that it's almost aniexity enducing when it feels like your favourites might be seconds away from being disembowled. It's a movie that feels so dark and grimy that I felt like I needed to shower afterwards. And what small measure of cathartic joy you might feel from seeing Art defeated is ripped away from you knowing he'll be back again for 3…and 4…and probaby 5, 6 and 7. It put's me in mind of something like Return of the Living Dead, being in this entirely no win situation as your droom draws closer and closer. Art is inevtiable, a reminder of our own fragile mortality upon this ever spinning world. At least the borderline comedic violence and effects during the kills does offer some scant relief, the victim's wounds looking like live action cartoons at times did break the immersion somewhat but at least they dragged me out of the deeply depressing world of Art for a second.

But it's hard to truly escape it when they have such unspeakable horrors as people watching Night of the Living dead in fullscreen. This is far more evil than anything Art could ever do. As much as I don't want to, I'm afraid that we'll be back here again for Christmas 2025 for Art to make it a truly red Christmas.. But wait, what about that other reason I wanted to see this? Just like in the movie itself, we're going to sneak it in as a little bonus at the end. For who should pop up during the mid credit scene?

Why, Chris Jericho of course! I had known about his apperance in this from his podcast some years ago, which is where the original movie found it's way onto my list, and we do like our wrestling adjacent media around here. Why, we can even do a CM Punk type recap! We'll keep this fairly limited rather than try to cover his whole career. As of late he has been seen leading a stable in AEW by the name of 'The Learning Tree', a moniker shared by Jericho himself who plays the role of an obnoxious and insincere veteran offering to share his wisdom with the younger generation but is obviously only out to further his own career. This has been met with negative reactions but moreso in a 'go home heat' sort of way with audible chants of 'please retire' during his matches and segments with many feeling his run is tarnishing the end of what has been a sure fire HOF career. Arguably, his opinions outside of wrestling and his wife's whereabouts on January 6th might also be going someway to tarnishing his career but that's another story. His 'technically correct' (the best kind of correct) boasts do little to help the matter either, just today on his podcast he was bragging about being in the number one movie in America, a statement that should carry as many asterixs as when he says his band, Fozzy, played to over 80,000 people in Wembley Stadium. Pretty sure when people bought those tickets it wasn't for Fozzy featuring support from AEW, just as Terrifier 3 isn't Chris Jericho featuring Art the Clown.

[twisted-broth]

Jade Leech Yandere Profile

Template by @cinnamonest

Warnings: kidnapping, mention of force feeding, torture, humiliation, noncon, biting, bondage, one mention of breeding, branding, drugging, overstimulation

Reader is gender neutral with female genitalia

Intelligence/Perceptiveness: 10

Brutality: 9.5

Physical capability: 7.5

Mental/emotional instability: 1.5

Restrictiveness: 9.5

Sexual sadism: 10

Stubbornness: 8.5

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Totally obsessive. You’re on his mind all the time and it drives him fucking crazy

You could say he’s aware that normal people don’t kidnap others and think about ways to make them scream all day, he just doesn’t care

He and Floyd have lived their whole lives doing and taking whatever they want and they don’t plan to stop anytime soon

Jade doesn’t really feel love like other people. Both of the twins were raised with a warped perception of love and don’t really understand it completely

Jade loves his brother. He knows that much is true. But he feels something very different when he thinks of you. Since he doesn’t know what being in love feels like then this must be it, right?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Like 100%

If you’re the new interesting thing in his life then he needs to have you immediately

And of course he also has Floyd as support if he needs it

When those two work together, there’s really nothing they can’t do because everyone is too afraid to stop them

Some people aren’t as afraid of Jade because they don’t know him that well but everyone is afraid of Floyd

So when Jade finds you working late by yourself in one of the chem labs, he calls in his brother to stand guard while he goes in for the kill

As for the timeline, Jade is not a hesitant person. If he takes a special interest in you then he’ll kidnap you within a week or two

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Impossible. Jade is incredibly smart and he knows all the tricks in the book. He never lets his guard down, always retaining his fake smile and personality. The only person to ever see the real Jade is Floyd, and even that is rare

You’re like an experiment to Jade. He likes to change up the way he keeps you restrained every so often just to see how you react. Often, you’ll have any number of limbs handcuffed to the bed posts. Sometimes he keeps you in a cage of his own design but his favorite is a small glass box where you’re completely exposed to him for days on end with not even enough room to sit down

The display case is often just used as a punishment, usually after you’ve just made an escape attempt. It’s covered in locks and impossible to escape. The only opening is a slot right by your mouth that he can open to shove some food down your throat

Other punishments can range from sexual to forcing you to try his new potion just to see what happens

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Also impossible

Like I said before, Jade always has his guard up and would only ever lose face in front of his brother

He’ll let you play out your little act of trying to win him over but he won’t buy it for a second

Even if you do actually start to develop Stockholm syndrome and fall for him, he won’t believe you but he’ll go along with it

The only chance you have at earning more freedom would be to play along with him and be his perfect little plaything for several years. Then maybe you can have free roam of his room if you’re lucky

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

You’re nothing more than a pet to Jade but he still wants to keep you alive

When he’s in his best mood, you’re kept in his room with an ankle cuffed to the bed, but a long enough chain that you can reach the bathroom. He’ll also feed you three meals a day and maybe, if you’ve been really good, he’ll let you read some of his plant books

He also knows that humans need exercise in order to thrive. Once a week, in the dead of night, he’ll sneak you over to the pool and let you swim for an hour. But of course pool time is also terrifying since Jade is hovering over your shoulder in his eel form

Of course this all goes out the window if you put a toe out of line. You’ll learn the hard way to appreciate what you have

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

What rules does he not have is the real question. The only thing Jade lets you do on your own is breathe

He will drill into you the obedience of a well trained dog

Eat the food you’re given or else you won’t eat for days. Don’t complain about anything or it will be taken away. Don’t speak unless spoken to or you’ll be gagged

Just normal healthy relationship stuff

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This is not a problem for Jade

He already wiped you off the grid when he kidnapped you and people gave up looking after a month

Sure there are some people like Ace and Deuce who are more heartbroken than others but it’s not like they’re going to come and vent their troubles to Jade Leech

He would get annoyed if people are still talking about you after a while

He wants everyone to just forget about you and leave you completely isolated

On the off chance he does hear someone drop your name, he can get them to shut up by simply bumping shoulders and apologizing with that sinister smile of his

That would make anyone clam up

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

Jade’s patience is seemingly never ending

Growing up with Floyd, he pretty much had to have the patience of a saint so as not to invoke his brothers temperament

If Jade were ever to get angry for any reason, you would honestly have a very low survival rate

He wouldn’t intentionally kill you but it is very possible

Since everything he does is planned and meticulous, if he were to succumb to his rage then even he couldn’t say what he might do

But that would never happen so no need to worry!

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Jade already sees everyone who isn’t a merperson as being below him, but you’re a human and you can’t even use magic. How much more pathetic can you get?

So yes, you are definitely far below him

Really, you should be thankful you have him to watch over you. First you were relying totally on Crowley and since you clearly can’t take care of yourself, surely Jade is the lesser of two evils, right?

He mostly treats you as a pet/ science experiment but that doesn’t mean he’s a total monster

Since Jade can sustain himself on the shrimp bar at the dining hall, he usually uses his free staff meal at Mostro Lounge to bring you something nice if he’s so inclined

Otherwise you’ll share his food which is mostly raw shrimp (yum)

In his endless kindness, he also takes you to the pool in the middle of the night so you can get your exercise

“You humans do tend to accumulate fat quite quickly, don’t you?”

Don’t think you have any chance of escape once your in the water. Jade is in there in his eel form and there is no universe in which you can outswim Jade

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

It would be a pleasant surprise if you were to start loving him, but he’s not expecting it by any means

He himself probably wouldn’t tell you that he loves you until a year passes. He also wouldn’t believe you if you said it back, at least the first hundred times. He might have some trust issues

Once he does believe that you love him then he’ll use your feelings to find new and interesting ways to torture you

What do you mean you don’t want to clean the floor with a toothbrush? Don’t you want him to be happy?

He always believed that love was a weakness but your love for him gives him power. Who is he to deny you?

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Sadism

Among all the yanderes at nrc, Jade is pretty much unmatched. The only ones who may even hold a candle to him would be Idia and maybe Riddle on a bad day

But Jade is mean as a yandere. You are a worthless, magicless human. You’re lucky he even bothers to give you the time of day

Another unique aspect of his is his relationship with his brother

Jade would move mountains for Floyd and vice versa so if Floyd is having a bad day and needs to let off some steam then Jade will graciously volunteer you

Jade does like having you for himself so it wouldn’t be a very frequent occurrence. Not to mention that your body probably couldn’t handle being Floyd’s punching bag very often

But Jade is sure to remind you afterwards that you’re so lucky to be his toy instead of his brothers. You should be thanking him, really

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Jade is really not a super sexual person. For him, sex is the most vulnerable he could possibly be and he is not about that

But he’s more than willing to torture you! He’ll tie you to the bed with a vibrator pressed against your clit until you pass out in a pool of your own cum. Only then when he knows he’s safe will he relieve himself

He mainly uses sex as a punishment for you but sometimes when he’s fed up with Azul or he took on a bigger workload when Floyd was pouting, he’ll take his frustrations out on you

He ensures his safety by completely tying you up with either handcuffs or rope, leaving you entirely at his mercy

While full on sex is very rare with Jade, it’s enough to leave you worn out for days on end. Even if you could escape, you doubt your legs could carry you

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Couldn’t care less. You’re his toy so why should he even bother caring about what you want? Kick and scream all you want but that will only make it worse for you in the long run

He actually thinks it’s quite cute when you put up a fight. He’s a natural predator so of course he’ll win in the end. If he’s feeling extra mean he might even let you think that you’ve won for a second

The game is over if you actually manage to land a hit on him, though. Obviously you won’t do any damage, but he’ll need to remind you of your place if you start to get too bold

If you do play along then he won’t have to hurt you too badly, but where’s the fun in that?

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

We know that Jade messes around with a lot of different plants and potions but when he found one combination that had you on your knees begging him to fuck you, that definitely unlocked something in him

The sight of you so desperate for him just over one little potion is something he could easily get used to

Hes really just into anything that results in you crying, covered in marks from him and begging him to stop

Maybe the biggest thing that gets him worked up is the sight and taste of your blood. His razor sharp teeth are perfect for drawing little droplets of blood wherever he decides to bite down

He tries not to indulge himself too often because when he gets a taste of you his instincts kick in and urge him to keep going until you’re bruised and bloody and on the brink of death

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

If you weren’t confined to his room then he would definitely like to publicly humiliate you. Unfortunately, he’ll have to make do with just humiliating you in front of himself and Floyd on occasion

One of his most common punishments is marking you. Mostly hickeys, but you probably also have his initials carved into you somewhere

Pretty much any sexual punishment you can think of is something that he would do. Overstim, impact play, edging, nothing is really off the table

He’s also threatened to breed you a few times. Jade hates kids and never would risk getting you pregnant, but he thinks it’s funny how scared you get

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Though he has been exposed to legs for two years now, they still fascinate him which is part of the reason your thighs are his favorite part of you

He also likes the fact that you don’t have many important arteries in your thighs so he can bite down as hard as he wants without risking you bleeding out. You humans really are so fragile

You will probably never see your thighs original skin color again because they’re always covered in new and old bruises

[thegrayascendancy-if]

The Gray Ascendancy is a fantasy interactive fiction game set in the world of magic that is as capricious as its very first wielders. It tells a story of revenge, court intrigue, age-old ache, self-determination and agency, with the player straight at the core of it all.

play on itch.io

FAQ

Magic bends to the will of the Six Sisters, what they share with humans is but a fraction of their power, an echo from the past when they lived and created history. A split between them formed the world you are in now, the world where magic is a powerful—and feared—tool, where mages were chased off into a small city of Riante after their recent attempt to seize control over the continent by taking over the Sunken Court.

But the mages shall prevail. Such is the resolve of the Gray Regent.

~

And then there is you.

Serving the fabled Gray Regent feels right. Your body remembers how to use magic, and this is how you get by. This is how you are useful to them. Their goals find response in you, some part of you finds them as good as your own. You are their will executed in the field.

It helps that you have no memories of how you became this way.

No matter. The preparations are well underway, and you are to thank for many of the successes, except for one terrible failure. Fixing this mess has you tossed right into the enemy backline, trying to lie your way into the graces of a prince whose reputation, deservedly or not, is almost as bad as yours. Your door into the Sunken Court.

You will ensure the ascension of the Gray Regency. Right?

Features:

customize your protagonist (gender, name, pronouns, weapon and their allegiances);

build relationships with six potential ROs and people that you meet along the way;

make meaningful choices that will shape the future of the continent;

rediscover what you once were, if you wish, or build upon the blank slate that you have become;

embrace your magic to the full extent you have yet to discover or reject it, for you are not a plaything for the Sisters long dead;

lean into the allure of being seen as a villain or work on your image in the eyes of the unforgiving public;

your past holds secrets, obviously; try to remember the most important one;

chose your side: old masters or new friends? Who exactly are you lying to when you promise them your help?

Gale Arnald le Tellier (m)

King Karon's oldest child and the one held in most contempt at the Sunken Court. Born of a forced alliance, along with his mother's infamy, he has inherited the touch of the Fourth Sister: depraved magic that steals and grants life essence. That what makes him a vulturous healer has also earned him distasteful reputation. For whatever reason he is well-mannered, patient, few would even call him kind. Gale often says very little—a habit of watching his every word at court and yet never being heard.

"The mage prince may be permitted to the palace, but he has no friends there. A convenient position, for us, that is, don’t you think?”

Arthur van der Garde (m)

The heir to the largest dukedom of Noyer, he is Gale's closest friend, and the only thing that has stopped it from turning him into a social pariah is his easy charm and, upon strict insistence of his father, rigorous mage hunter training. It is hardly possible to find a person willing to trust you less.

"The margrave is, above all, a hunter. Poisonous and two-faced. The latter is quite a commendable quality, but you hardly ever wish for your foe to possess commendable qualities."

Darla Belrose (f)

A spirited and ambitious knight: no one else could be appointed to guard the scorned prince, let alone volunteer for such an assignment. As the oldest child, she is eager to restore the position of her house, so perhaps she sees the prince’s journeys as the means to that end. Her cautious curiosity towards magic could be another reason...

"The knight may be young and her ambition simple, but it is one that can be achieved in many ways—and she must surely see it. I cannot tell if you are fit to make use of this."

Yvette (f) / Yves (m) le Tellier

The current Gray Regent and the youngest child of Gideon le Tellier—a man whose earlier conquest on the city of Rimehall has earned him the title of Usurper. Now sitting at the top of the tower in Riante, they claim the high goal of mage restoration, but you cannot help but notice the way their jaw clenches whenever King Karon’s name is brought up. That, and how often you seem to catch their gaze.

"I hope you realize what privilege it is to be able to speak to the Gray Regent directly and have their trust to such extent. Do not squander it."

Jax (nb)

Your handler and council. Although a mage themselves, their preferred trade is information and planning. Jax is seen by others as closed off and meticulous, though, you hear, they are the best one at the Gray Regent's disposal and easily have their ear. How you got the cream of the crop to assist you is anyone's guess, Jax certainly isn't willing to have such a conversation.

Mages of the Tower have avoided telling you anything about Jax.

Ianthe (f)

Not every mage is bound to the tower of Riante and some choose the remote corners of the continent to further their pursuits. Ianthe is one of such mages, and rather than appearing on your target list, she seeks you out herself. She claims to have interest in your magic and offers to solve the mystery that envelops it, but to do that she would need your cooperation and, going by the company you keep, secrecy, either of which you may not be as eager to provide.

Once you meet Ianthe, it is too late for any words of caution from Jax.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

no one asked but here's my opinion anyways

things i hate seeing in fanfic [CW: i'm mean]

uwu shy smol reader: what.

gn!reader!! and then reader is not gender neutral: is it hard. is it so fucking hard for you. please log out for me

fem!reader with no tag/no warning: shut the fuck up shit the fuck up shut the fuck up. do you know people who aren't women exist. did you know that the world does not revolve around you? its not hard, it's 2 words, 10 letters. you are terminally stupid.

no commas: why,,,, why....

reader is completely helpless and useless: why would anyone want this???? please get some self respect

abusive/toxic relationships, with no tag: yeah thanks i love being abused by my favorite character this is so nice. unless you like angst why would you want this?? ah uh yeah, this character would totally abuse you and manipulate you <3 because that's just so them <333 yes this is totally canon and plausible wdym? <3333

"hey can reader do anything dominant or like be confident or assertive" no lol! this character who is dominant cannot not be in control! they will literally do anything to have the higher ground!! they will wrestle any bit of control out of your hands! and also they'll make fun of you and you will be all blushy and flustered an like "n-no character!! stoppp *uwu eyes*": what. are you okay? this is not healthy behavior i don't think

this character has 1 (one) personality trait and that is that they are incredibly mean and do not respect you as a human being!! you are nothing but a plaything to them! they are incapable of positive emotions!: i'm 90% sure this is some weird kink thing. also, why would you want this in a relationship.

character is mean to you and reader does nothing: no tf? i'm beating they ass. no one is allowed to disrespect me especially not my damn s/o

reader is so small and short and frail and petite and weak!! character needs to protect them!!!: stereotypes about a certain body type that piss me off

reader is flustered easily: it's really fucking annoying to me, idk why, honestly.

reader blushes: i'm black. people who are not pale read fanfic too yaknow. it's really not hard to just?? not write that??? you can be bashful/embarrassed/flustered in other ways

sub and/or bottom reader not being tagged: you are stupid. also, why is it always sub reader? why is it always bdsm? why the fuck

obviously, there are exceptions to each of these!

and authors are totally free to write what they want! i'd just like some sort of warning first before reading anything like this.

also, i'm confused on writers making it a point that reader is very much weaker/less smart (in any way) than the characters. if a character is super strong or intelligent, realistically reader would be less so. but why would you go out of your way to emphasize that? and why would you want this? you could literally be anything, the possibilities are endless, and you choose this?

these are almost all about annoying incompetent y/ns and unhealthy relationships

Simple: black people don't exist ❤️

In all seriousness I try to avoid certain troupes in my writing or at least try an justify what the reader does. I love angry or wild characters but I also like rational ones or MCS that have a feel or personality to them. For example this MC isn't shy, but it wouldn't be wise to start anything right now because of X or maybe they'll get revenge later.

As for nsfw I feel like ppl immediately assume bottom=sub when service tops and power bottoms exist. I usually write MC as a switch that can go either depending on my mood cause it's so boring if you just stick to one imo.

And the skin tones... I come from a mixed af family and have some black sisters that have a hard time finding content for them. It's why I try and keep MC as neutral as possible. Hell, my ocs are alien monsters that are cold-blooded they can't blush. So unless stated otherwise MC is completely up to the readers interpretation: Pale, Dark, Scaly, ect. For much more monstrous mcs that require more descriptions I tag it as monster mc.

My advice for people who dont really know how to write neutral. Describe actions or feeling of an MC that would make sense. Rather than blush why not say "they felt a little flustered/off guard" or "a flustered expression crosses their face." Try not to describe hair, and if you mention it even for a second, let people know.

As for characterizing MCS. It's okay to want to make a Mary sue or a weaker MC, as long as it's written well.

Give your readers a choice. "You decided to to punch them, whether it's because your exhausted or they're not worth the trouble, you don't know." Or give a bit of vague backstory. "You remember what happens if you stay out to long. Best to keep quiet/get home/be wary."

You can leave your readers or mcs backstory up to interpretation for the reader and hey is you get comments on your fics or discussions about then, like for example Food Truck Yuu/Beast Tamer Yuu then you can incorporate it into your work as people all decided to agree on what character they want to be. This way it doesn't feel like someone's OC but rather, developed instead.

Idk sorry for the weird rant advice it's just my take. Even I mess up sometimes you know?

[imaginedreamwrite]

Insatiable Habits: Part 9

A/N: Trigger warnings for depictions of human trafficking

The trap door closed with a snap, and the tunnels of the den had instantly been cast in an array of dim lights that had led the way but hadn’t truly illuminated the details of the walls that encased the underground hell. Your guide, the massive alpha that still had not given you his name, had stepped in front of you, with Curtis firmly standing behind you, and then he had begun to walk, keeping the lantern in his hand raised.

The far more natural glow from the lantern had illuminated detail unseen by the sconces attached to the walls, and with every few feet you had walked, you were trying to take in as much detail as you possibly could. There was already no shortage of unease that had settled upon you, no shortage of dread that had set you on edge. You had already felt like your heart was going to stop at the smallest and most inconvenient sounds, and if it weren’t for Curtis occasionally brushing his hand against yours to give you a slight sense of ease and comfort, you would have lost your composure.

It was easy to talk yourself up, it was easy to tell yourself not to be afraid and yet now that you were in the maze of a breeding den, now that you could feel the dread and the inexplicable agony that had been inflicted here, you had known fear. Now that you were being shown the location where rogue and feral, animalistic in every sense of the word, werewolves had taken human women, vampire mates alike, to use them, you were even more pressed by fear and determination simultaneously. This wasn’t any small manner, this wasn’t any insignificant feat that could be ignored. This was devastation on an inconceivable level; it was detrimental and impossible to fully understand.

“This place is a maze, it’s easy to get lost.” Your guide had stopped and looked over his left shoulder, the light from his lantern allowing you to see the hardened spike in his blue eyes, the bitterness that he had beheld for the breeding dens that you were on the cusp of. There was an innate hatred for the very walls you had been surrounded by that had extended beyond the knowledge of them, it was as if your guide had some personalized struggle with the dens himself. Or at the very least, he had known someone that had been forced here to become their puppet and their plaything.

“Stay close.” Curtis had brushed his lips against the shell of your ear as his hands had come to rest on your waist, fingers gripping the material of your jacket. “Stay behind him.”

There was a moment of eery silence before the other werewolf had reached out to the left and pressed a button, and a soft and muffed whirring had hit your ears. You were curious about the sound and had been prepared to question what was going on when a false wall had started to rise and the path before you was immediately cut off by a steel door slamming shut with enough power to make the ground beneath your boots tremble as if inflicted by an earthquake.

“A false pathway?” You questioned your guide, stealing a glance back at Curtis, capturing his gaze as his blue eyes both brilliant and guarded, had been searching your face. “What’s further down the hall?”

“Nothing good. Nothing good for…women who try to escape and get caught.” It was enough, the warning and the passive aggressiveness in his voice that had sent shivers down your spine at the prospect of such terror for the women who had once been here. It was enough to make your stomach churn and your hands shake as you continued after your guide, your feet falling onto the path lightly, languidly and carefully stepping where he had stepped.

There was no manner of coordination to the hellsite, there was no manner of knowledge that could have prepared you for the near endless connective tunnels that had branched out from the small room you had been standing in, the beginning of the maze that you had been forewarned about was worse than you could have imagined. Each dimly lit path that you could have taken was as inconspicuous as the last and had been designed as a direct copy of the next. There was no single difference that could have alluded to which path would take you in the right direction, and yet every single opening that could take you down a different part of this toxic maze had given you the same feeling of dread and sickness.

“This way.” Your werewolf guide had reached for your hand and physically picked you up in a single bound and had carried you like you weighed nothing to the farthest tunnel on the left, and without a single directive, had thrown you into the tunnel.

You hadn’t been given a single chance to scream, to make a single sound before your body had collided with the dusty, broken wood floor and you were mildly inflicted with pain. You had pushed yourself to your knees and had glanced back toward the two werewolves, your eyes caught the break in the path and the harrowing drop gap between the start of the tunnel and the half you were laying on. He had thrown you over the edge, he had thrown you over the gap to save you from a fall and the sickening rusted cage that had waited below, the determined minds behind the twisted ploy had taken the necessary steps to ensure no women had escaped.

“You alright?” He had raised the lantern and you had raised your hand to shield your eyes from the light, then nodded your head and confirmed with a soft yes.

When he had lowered the lantern once more, you had pushed yourself to stand and pressed yourself against the wall, watching carefully as he had made the jump first, seamlessly and perfecting the land without hesitation. When he was on the other side with you, he had wrapped his arms around you and shielded you from view as Curtis had made the same jump, which had been followed by the steady beeping of some explosive that had been affixed to the roof, and had blown the entrance shut. You had felt chunks of dirt and debris hitting the floor where your feet had been previously, and only after it had settled, had you been let go, free to make your way to Curtis once more.

“This entire place is rigged with different traps and unseen dangers.” He had explained the mechanisms to you as you continued to walk behind him, still stuck between him and Curtis. There was no shortage of twists and turns, of indelible and aggressive plays to keep women trapped.

And yet none of it could have prepared you for what sight had befallen you when you had come to the first of three dens within the whole.

It was sickening enough, knowing that they were kept there against their will, but seeing the marks etched into wood that had been made with their fingernails while pieces of metal from chains and holdings had laid broken on the floor.

You had known that they were restrained, you had known they were kept like animals and had been used for nefarious purposes however nothing could have prepared you for this.

“If you’re going to be sick-“ you stumble toward the wall, your knees ready to give out on you as every twisted and abhorrent detail is hitting you all at once, invading every sense.

The smell of rotting wood and musk, the stench of blood dried and left behind with shrivelled tubes, an injustice to what you truly knew them to be, we’re laying about. Abandoned tags were laying on the dirty floor, so akin and naturally comparative to the tags used for livestock and animals that it had seemed as if it was pulled from some twisted dystopian void of the future.

“Y/N-“ Curtis had placed his hand upon your shoulder and you had collapsed, your knees hitting the ground roughly though the pain that had sparked in you was impenetrable especially compared to the violence of your body vomiting what little was in your stomach.

Acid burned you, acid burned your throat as you violently jerked forward. Your body was so disturbed by the scenes in front of you, that you had no option, no willpower to resist the powerful motion of your stomach contents coming back up.

“Mate,” Curtis has crouched down with you, one arm steadying you and the other holding back your hair as he whined sympathetically, “Y/N we should go. We should leave.”

“They’re sick.” You spat out the last remnants, your body feel weakened and your vision blurring with tears. “They’re sick. They’re fucking sick.”

“Your mate isn’t doing well, Curtis.” Your guide had made the point and then reached into his pocket to produce a few small pills. “Anti-nausea medication. You should take them.”

“Baby, let’s go.” Curtis had never spoken to you as softly as he had now. “Let’s go, come on.”

“Stop, Curtis…Stop.” Your attempt to push him away from you had been ceased when a blasting and an ear-shattering siren starts to scream, the shrill sound making you drop back down to your knees, and your hands fly to cup your ears to help prevent the rupturing of your eardrums.

You feel Curtis pressed against you, his broad chest blocking you from view, his hands covering yours as an added layer to keep you from harm. When the siren finally becomes silence, and you can focus on something other than the ringing of your ears, you take immediate notice of the detestable den you’re in, the cells and markings, nearly becoming invisible from the eery yellow lights that cast everything in a new and haunting light.

“We’re not alone here.” Your guide stands straight, his back rigid and his fingers flexing around the lantern in his hands, his jaw clenching and his nostrils flaring as he reaches in the back of his pocket and produces a large bowie knife, the blade made of the same kind of silver that could kill him if the blade was turned on himself.

“Curtis-“

“Stay behind me,” Curtis lifts you from the soiled ground and keeps one hand wrapped around yours while the other is busy pulling his weapon that you hadn’t known he had brought, “we have to get out of here.”

“There’s an exit to the left, but if someone is here-“

“Go!” Curtis demands of your guide, knowing the risk of staying here would be worse than the path to getting out. “We can’t stay here!”

The ascent out of the den is made to be just as winding and tumultuous as the descent. You know by the way they are both rigid, that someone is likely stalking you, waiting for you to come out of this portion into the winding halls once more, and yet there is no turning back. There isn’t the option to turn and leave, you know that you cannot physically stay here. With every step you take, there is destruction and madness, every glance you take toward the floor is another tragic scene that drives your disgust and your anger. You are stewing in your silence as a door is opened and you are once again thrown over a cavernous trap, you are silent as the paths lead you windingly through this hell that they had faced and there is no conceivable way that you could speak now. There is nothing that you could say that could quantify the rage that is building within you, how you would want to burn them all to the ground and spit on their ashes.

“We’re nearly there.” The exit of the den is ahead of you, and the chilling wonder about who could have set off the alarm, about who could have cut the power is lingering, as is the knowledge that an attack was expected and yet nothing had come to fruition.

Your eyes had become trained on the latch on the escape ladder, as Curtis and your guide startup before you after weighing the risks of you going first and being attacked in the open and you being attacked in the tunnel. There is no winning in the situation and it’s only by your insistence that they go ahead, it’s only by your soft-spoken command that they exit the tunnel first.

You watch them, halfway up the escape ladder before you begin your ascent, and your hands grip the rungs of the ladder as you begin making your way up to the top. When you are halfway up, you feel eyes on you and the chilling sensation of someone not just looking at you but studying you, and the need to look back is hard to resist. You close your eyes and inhale then exhale slowly, calming yourself as you resist the urge to look at the eyes in the dark.

“Come on,” Curtis’ voice carried down the tunnel and you take another few rungs up, still bothered by the eyes watching you, still unnerved by how some unseen phantom is studying you, and yet your guide and Curtis don’t seem to take notice.

You reach the top and are helped out by Curtis, your guide starting to close the hatch, and against your best judgement you take a peek at the tunnel, you take a glance down the ladder to see if your suspicions are correct. At first, when you see nothing, you feel content to let the subject die, however the longer you peer into the darkness, the quicker it becomes apparent that there are a set of eyes watching you, and even if they are hard to detect, you can see the rims of stained yellow surrounding irises darkened by bloodlust and hunger.

[mobbu-min]

Yandere adultrio with a s/o who finally breaks? Not break like being the perfect little s/o they want, but breaking like becoming completely and utterly numb to everything (threats, emotions, pain) and them being like "this......this isn't what I wanted"

A/N: ive recently started watching hxh again and it def gave me inspiration again. these turned out to be more like drabbles then hcs but i had fun(and made myself sad) so it doesnt really matter😌💗

Characters: Hisoka(hxh), Chrollo(hxh), and Illumi(hxh)

!Warning! Yandere behavior, yandere mindset, mentions of blood, torture and murder, gaslighting, manipulation

Yandere Adult Trio with a s/o who finally breaks

▪ Hisoka would be truly devastated. 

▪ Afterall, you were his little plaything. Your outburst of rage and sadness amused him to no end. The tears you shed at his threats of pain caused the utmost pleasure coursing through his body. 

▪ It wasn’t difficult to come to terms with the dead look in your eyes or the small gasp of pain when he scratched up your body with his sharp nails. 

▪ Technically, he could just take you out of your misery right then and there but everytime Hisoka even attempted to, something stopped him. 

▪ It bothered him to no end. Just why couldn’t he just snap your neck? It wasn’t a problem before, so why are you any different? What made you special?

▪ All he can do is sit down beside you and stare out at the window. Before, you would coward and tremble but now all you did was blink and exhale.

▪ Taking your hand into his, he played with your cold fingers. Taking notice of your chipped fingernails, no doubt from you biting them, and the pieces of skin that hung loosely near your nails, red and bloody from picking at them. 

▪ No words were exchanged. Just Hisoka bored stare and your unblinking eyes. 

▪ "I guess these are the consequences of being such a menace, right darling?” Hisoka breathed out, not expecting a reply. Running hand through his pink hair, he let out a laugh. One that should have sent you cowering in the corner of your room but you blinked and exhaled.

▪ Leaning his head against your shoulder, Hisoka brought you into his embrace. Clicking his tongue, he muttered “I wonder if this would have ended up differently if I was a different person.”

▪ He would be honestly confused, not grasping the fact that he pushed you too far down the road of self-destruction.

▪ It wasn’t until you constantly refused to eat and stared blankly up at him with the same dead-stare he gave you, after he threatened to use his nen ability on you, was when he truly grasped the consequences of his actions. 

▪ He would reassure himself this is what he wanted. Illumi wanted you to be compliant and act like the perfect little partner, so why is there a pang in his chest at the sight of your thinning frame? Why does his mouth tug downwards at the sight of your soulless eyes that burrows right into him after he threatens to break your leg?

▪ The life in your eyes is no longer there. The fire in your voice laid vacant and the warmth your hands once provided was cold and harsh to the touch.

▪ Illumi once felt human with you but now he felt nothing at all. 

▪ He knew it was coming eventually, but he didn’t expect it to bother him as greatly as it did. 

▪ Chrollo had gotten used to your constant barrage of insults and defience. Yes, it bothered him greatly but it wasn’t something he couldn’t deal with. 

▪ Maybe he shouldn’t have shown you your home town, once filled with life, now bathed in red. 

▪ Chrollo is a man of intelligence but he didn’t think it out. He thought it would help you to comply with his demands and stop demanding to go home. It was out of pure rage and nothing else. 

▪ It was your own fault for spitting out those cruel words at him, “I’d rather die than ever say ‘I love you’”. You were foolish! You were naive! Chrollo made it out to be your fault that your family and everyone you knew died, like it wasn’t his fit of childlike rage that caused the massacre?

▪ So should he really be surprised at your sudden compliance, if that is what you could call your sudden change in demeanor? 

▪ Your soul that burned with passion and fury lay dormant. The curiosity and mystery that lay underneath your eyes, the very mystery that drew Chrollo in, was no longer there. 

▪ You no longer teared up at his threats of misfortune. No more insults left your lips when he neared you. You didn't pound against his chest when he sat you on his lap.

▪ You were a lifeless doll.

▪ Annoyance built up within Chrollo. Was it towards him or you? He really couldn’t tell.

▪ It was on the evening of your ‘anniversary’ did he take the problem in his own hands. Once again in a fit of rage, the calm collective Chrollo you knew, was nothing but a raging toddler throwing their beloved toy onto the ground. 

▪ Before he commenced his tantrum, he stopped dead in his tracks. His arms fell to his side and his grey eyes stared lifeless onto your fallen form.

▪ You laid limp on the cold broken tile of the large church you currently called home. The broken stained glass window let the harsh moonlight fall onto your pathetic form. 

▪ Chrollo stared silently taking in the sight of the scars that ran up your body, some prominent and others fading. The bones that peaked underneath your skin. Your thinning hair and chipped nails. The small puddle of blood that pooled on the dirty floor from your nose, no doubt from the back of his hand making contact with your poor face.

▪ Kneeling at your side, he picked you up like you would to a baby. Treating you delicately like a fragile piece of art, he let you lean against his cloth chest. Leaning against the back of the altar to the church, Chrollo closed his eyes.

▪ Chrollo wasn’t one to regret. He lived his life doing what he wanted. Taking what he wanted without a second thought. 

▪ But the sight of you laying on the cold floor of the cathedral made him regret every single thing. 

▪ He had clipped his angel’s wings just like he wanted. Took their innocence and kept it to himself. Your purity and joy was all held in his palm. When did it all go away? Why did it turn out this way?

▪ Chrollo sat there on the cathedral floor staring at the broken figure of the cross letting the moon be the only witness to the tears that cascaded down his pale face. 

[krispytidalwavesheep]

Hopes and Dreams II

First of all: HOW AMAZING ARE YOU PEOPLE?! You gave me so much serotonin. All the reblogs with added tags, all the comments and favs and all the new followers, you are amazing. I will add a taglist for future chapters, so if you wanna get tagged, hit me up, and you will be added to that list. Seriously, I love you guys. ***

“Will you be able to walk?” Alcina asked and you just shrugged and motioned for her to lead the way. You walked in companionable silence for a while, which gave her the chance to take a longer look at you. You were pretty tall, even though you were still rather small compared to Alcina. She was pretty sure that you were taller than Heisenberg though, and that made her feel odd. You held yourself with a confidence she wouldn’t have expected after everything that happened in the last few minutes, reminding her again that you were not unfamiliar with the supernatural. It unnerved her to no end, and she found herself wanting to solve the mystery that surrounded you. Where did you come from? Exactly what is it what you were doing here? Would you turn into a threat or into an ally? Alcina wasn’t stupid, far from it. She knew that Mother Miranda’s hold on the Lords was slipping, Heisenberg’s silent plotting was proof enough. Did Mother Miranda know that you were here? Alcina sure didn’t, and the other Lords didn’t mention a stranger roaming the village and the surrounding woods. Although Heisenberg mentioned that an unusual amount of Lycans had disappeared. 

Her eyes roamed your figure again. Your hair was kept in a neat undercut, colored in a hideous blue that still looked good on you. You were clad in a black Hoodie and equally black Cargo pants, as if the cold didn’t bother you at all. It was the middle of the winter and yet you strolled through the cold as if it was springtime. Which made her wonder if you were really just a mere human. Everything she experienced with you implied that you weren’t ordinary and that intrigued Alcina greatly.

“You could just ask me about myself, you know?” you said and smiled up at her knowingly. Alcina flustered and wiped some non-existent lint from her long dress. So, you were aware that she was watching you.

“We usually don’t see strangers in these parts, especially ones who seem to know more than they should. Which raises the question why exactly you are here?”

“Considering that we just met, my lady, it wouldn’t be wise to reveal my whole tragic backstory. And further considering that I don’t know if I’ll see the light of day ever again if I were to enter your castle, forgive me if I won’t trust you with my motives yet. All you need to know for know is, that I am a traveler and have been for my whole life. I search for artifacts, among other things, that my benefactor can sell for good money. He took me in when I was just a child and took great care in training me. He is the closest thing I have to a father figure, although most people think me insane for the trust, I have in him. And as for why I am in Romania, I don’t really know to be honest, or wasn’t when I first got here. It was a gut feeling telling me to come here, and I find that I can trust those feelings, whenever they arise.” You said and stretched.

“I won’t keep you locked in the castle if you don’t give me a reason to mistrust you. There is a reason why no one come to these parts, so I am very wary of strangers. I have daughters to protect after all.” Alcina said, musing about what you said. If you were a traveler looking for artifacts, it would explain why you look at the supernatural as if it was a normal occurrence.

“You will have to see for yourself then, but I can assure you, that I am not here to hurt you or your daughters. My last mission… Didn’t go well and I originally came here recharge a bit, if you know what I mean. Again, forgive me if I am being too careful, but I have more enemies than I have friends, and I really like living.” You said carefully and Alcina kept staring at you. You didn’t seem dangerous to her, how could you, looking like you did, but she was still wary. She felt the sudden urge to protect you from whatever enemies you were talking about, but you were strangers. That realization hurt her more than it should, but with your past lives, it was so different. She always knew who was in front of her, whenever she met you, but this time around was just so complicated.

She felt drawn to you, even with your boyish looks you were still immensely attractive to her, and the way your blood sang to her made you all the more alluring. More than ever before if she was honest. But that is the problem, you were still familiar to her, but not as much as before and it scared her. You still had the potential to destroy her, even if you didn’t know about that.

***

You could practically smell the curiosity rolling of Lady Dimitrescu. She was wary of you and yet there was something in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place, even though it made your heart soar to new heights. She was as much a mystery to you as you were to her, and you felt so drawn to her. Like a moth to the flame. You briefly wondered if it had something to do with her nature. She seemed like a careful person, but considering from what you heard in the village, you totally got that. Which is why her next question caught you quite a bit off-guard: “Do you actually have a place to stay or are you just roaming around the forest, picking fights with Lycans?”

“Are you offering, my lady?” you said, wearing a Cheshire grin and wiggling your eyebrows. The blush that colored the Lady’s cheeks was worth every punishment you could possibly get from that comment. You still valued your life though, so you said: “I don’t mean you any harm. I just enjoy some friendly banter and it has been ages since I felt comfortable enough to do so. To answer your question, no, I don’t really have a place to stay. I’m helping someone with their housework every now and then though, so as a thanks they let me sleep on their couch whenever possible.”

“What kind of housework?”

“Nothing much, some cooking and general repairs.” You shrug and the smile she gave you was positively sinful when she asked, “What else are you able to do with your hands?”

It was your turn to blush and blushing you did; you even felt the tips of your ears go warm and it didn’t help at all that Lady Dimitrescu started chuckling. Still, you weren’t one to miss an opportunity so you said “Well that’s for you to find out, my lady” with a smaller voice you would have liked. How had one woman such a power over you?

“Hmmm, maybe I will, my dear,” she said and winked, making your brain short circuit. You stumbled in your steps and her hand steadying you didn`t help one bit. Sparks shot through your arm when she touched you and you felt something niggling at the back of your mind. No one ever had such an effect on you, no matter how stunningly beautiful they were. Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine, and not the good ones, so you took a protective stand in front of Lady Dimitrescu and said “Careful. Someone is watching.”

And just as you spoke the words, a shadow descended upon you and your instinct started to kick in. Your knife was out in seconds, a voice in your head urging you to protect your Lady. So, when the shadow descended upon you, you had it pinned down, snarling furiously. You felt your fangs elongating and your sense grew ever sharper. Well, seems like the cat was out of the bag now.

“Let go of me!” the girl you had pinned to the ground snarled, but her attempts to flee were futile. 

“Give me one good reason to not kill you on the spot. How long have you been stalking us?” You snarl, feeling your blood start to boil.

“Let go of her, dear. She had no ill intentions.” Lady Dimitrescu said, and against all odds, you calmed. Huh. That had never happened before.

“Is this a new plaything, mother?” the girl asked, and you started snarling again, but a hand at the back of your neck made you freeze.

“Don’t be rude, Daniela. She is our guest, and she needs some medical attention. So be nice.” Lady Dimitrescu said and the girl, Daniela started pouting and muttering something under her breath. You were still on edge, bare containing the snarl that wanted to leave your throat. The hand around your neck tightened in warning and another shiver ran down your spine. One of the good ones.

“So, I was right about you. You are not entirely human.” Lady Dimitrescu purred, and you had the sudden urge to bolt and hide away. You noticed how much she must have hold back until now, the danger rolling of on her in waves was something you never once encountered.

“I told you that something happened to me. If you promise not to harm me, I will tell you what happened. But I can promise you that I am no danger to you or anyone else, if not properly provoked.” You said and dusted of your knees. She let go of you and turned to Daniela, conversing with her in Romanian. Daniela looked at you with sudden intrigue and a nasty smile. She practically screamed trouble, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

“Come now, it isn’t far anymore. Daniela will alert the castle of our arrival, to avoid any nasty surprises.” Lady Dimitrescu said and led you away. And sure enough, a few minutes later you reached the castle gate, three figures awaiting you. One you recognized as Daniela, so the other two must be her sisters. One of them looked at you with mild interest, while the other one looked at you with a spark of recognition in her eyes. Had you met before on one of your travels? You were pretty sure that wasn’t the case, but let it slide anyway, since you had bigger problems right now.

“Bela, would you please prepare the sitting room in the west wing? I will need some antiseptic and bandages, warm water would be wonderful too. When you are finished with that, prepare the guest room next to mine. We will talk later.”

The one who seemed to recognize you from somewhere left in a flurry of… bugs? What the fuck? 

“Cassandra, Daniela, please prepare a light super. I will talk to you two later two. Just bring the food into the sitting room when you are finished, yes?” The order was given gently and in another flurry of bugs, you were alone again.

“You can explain yourself when I am cleaning and dressing your wounds. Come now.” She said and led you into the castle. You were still processing the abilities of her daughter, so you followed her silently into the dimly lit entryway. *** Taglist: @imdreamingblo

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Counting Scars

So I have had writers block these passed few weeks but I managed to make a Cassandra x maiden (you) oneshot. I apologise if this is terrible I’m still having trouble writing anything! I promise things will be back to normal at some point though :)

Lol I hate my writing but oh well.

Also I am aware of Cassandra’ personality being sadistic & I promise there will be plenty of that soon in upcoming oneshots of her ;)

Just a cute moment of Cassandra and her maiden Y/n laying in bed, talking about their scars.

Warnings: None

Word count: around 1000

Nights like this, you've always loved them of course. Doing nothing but being in bed with her, Cassandra.

Currently you were sitting on top of her, legs either side of her waist. Her fingers tracing your bare thighs as you lean down and press a kiss to the brunettes lips. There's something so intimate in the silence between the two of you. Your fingers trace the scar on her exposed hip. Leaning down and moving to press a soft kiss just above where the scar was.

A quiet 'oh' feel out of her lips. Of course you knew full well that was one of her spots. "You're so beautiful Cass" you whispered. The smirk upon her face told you exactly what she wanted but...teasing her is what you do best; regardless if it gets you in trouble sometimes, you love it.

"Tease" your girlfriend claimed. You smirked back at her. Fuck, you could just be in here for hours on end telling the brunette just how gorgeous she is, and she the same.

Cassandra's sudden movement catches you off gaurd as she sits up and wraps her arms around you, pulling you slightly closer to her. Your hands move from her thighs to wrap around her neck. "You keep telling me how 'beautiful' I am but let me tell you how beautiful you are" she smiles, a small toothy grin.

Not once did you ever think that Cassandra was capable of loving someone, especially you. When you first came here it was because your own parents had offered you to Mother Miranda because 'they never wanted you' or whatever shit they spouted to give you away. Either way anywhere was better than that horrible home where you were abused constantly.

Or so you thought, before Cassandra even took an interest in you, you were threatend by them all, called 'plaything' or whatever they desired. Their mother honestly didn't give two shits. But then there came Cass one day, for some reason she favoured you over the other maids and from their it grew.

Of course to begin with it was so toxic, but it wasn't like you could escape it all...not without risking your life and definitely either dying or being sent to the cellar where you're never seen again.

But not once did she ever harm you. Okay yeah maybe she did at the start when she wasn't even remotely interested but after that she never ever touched you in a harmful way not since she learned what happened to you throughout your childhood. Constantly hit, screamed at and locked away.

A year later here you are, sleeping in the same bed as her, practically being treated like family by Alcina (who favours you) and her other daughters Bela and Daniela.

Cassandra pressed a kiss to your lips snapping you out of thought and bringing you back to reality. Leaning her back against the headboard of the bed you share. She sat there and lightly traced the scar across your collarbone, moving you up a little bit so your chests are almost touching she places kisses over it, knowing exactly what she's doing to you.

You let out a slight whimper and she giggled underneath you "Look at you, I honestly don't even know what to do with myself half the time when I'm around you Y/n Maybe that's just it I do pick the pretty ones with a traumatic past" The brunette proceeds to chuckle.

"You truly are irresistable" Cassandra knew her way with words, she knew just how to use them right. Being flirty is in a fact one of her many traits and she doesn't bother to hide it much whatsoever.

"And I'm so very greedy" And that she is, pulling you impossibly closer as she bites your bottom lip before going into kissing you. Her tongue slipping past your teeth and into your mouth. The two of you let out quiet moans before pulling away "and I'm all yours forever and always, Cassandra".

Your girlfriend nodded her head agreeing "damn right you are".

During this you noticed the huge scaring on the side of her head, where it was clear she was infected with the virus that turned her the way she is now. Not once have you ever bought it up knowing how insecure she is about it that or the fact she barely remembers what it was like or her life before all this...as a human.

Tucking some locks of her very pampered brunette locks behind her ear, you moved your thumb lightly over the scar, looking into her deep yellowish amber eyes. "I know how insecure you are about this scar Cass but you're beautiful no matter what."

She got the hint alright and didn't look too happy about it when you had bought it up. Sometimes you swear she forgets she has it and if that's what makes her happy then you don't want to pester her too much, but then again you were always so curious as if she remembers life before it all.

"Y/n, I know what you're asking. But I really don't remember much of before. And frankly I don't want to. All I knew was that my parents weren't very nice people, they did unimaginable things to me much worse considering that was way in the 1900's and then offered me as a sacrifice to Mother Miranda and thats how I'm here...she saw potential in me, I feel like I was given a second chance and mother, she's done everything for me and my sisters."

You sat on her lap and listened to her explain those brief parts of her memory before what she had become. God, you were so in love with this woman, you didn't care what she was, because to you she's not a monster, to you even though it did take some time to bring her walls down.

Cassandra manovoured herself to lay down in the bed, not giving you any time to react she pulled you down with her, your head resting on her chest, her hand in your hair. The two of you just felt so secure in each others arms; in each others presence.

[yanderecandystore]

Hello, this is the first time I’ve come here and I’d like, if possible, you could place my order, I don’t remember if I already placed that ask or something, so if yes, sorry to bother you...

I can order something with Yandere! Vampire with a Vampire Slayer! Reader, please...

Welcome in!

Well yes boo, you did make a very similar request, and I'm sorry if it took me like a long time to answer you (at least to me it feels like a whole month has passed, time has been so slow and so fast somehow-) it's just that I'm dealing with a lot of stuff outside of Tumblr and although I try to not think about it, it does affect my performance in writing. Also you're not bothering me at all boo!

Also I just realized something, normally when I write I put really mean remarks about the reader but it's not supposed to be taken seriously by you guys, as it's mostly either an look into the perspective of the ocs (normally the bullies who are very mean and cruel-) or even an exaggeration on the reader's current mind state (if the reader feels dumb about a certain action they have chosen, I try to make them sound very exaggerated since I don't want any of you to take it personally, y'all are beautiful okay? Don't worry about the snarky comments and rude remarks that I may write).

I'll try to make it more obvious that it's mostly a character's exaggerated perspective next time, or maybe put trigger warnings about degrading language/mean comments.

TW/Tags: mentions of addiction (to blood) // male x male // male reader // vampy vamp // monster(vampire) x (human)reader // mentions of death // unofficial OC/just a random character I decided to create for this specific piece // captivity/kidnaping // mentions of torture/infliction of pain // mind control/gaslighting/manipulation and stockholm syndrome // being drugged/poisoned // kinda sadistic but not so much so cause I like giving y'all some softness.

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True love is found in small bites [Yandere!M!Vampire x M!Vampire Hunter!Reader - Headcanon]:

Who doesn't like a little one on one with an immortal creature in a fight filled with sexual tension? Who wouldn't want to prove their worth to their dad who is a lonely vampire hunter?

Your dad had hunted vampires all by himself for years now and he won't stop until the day he drops dead, or at least that's what he told you.

He taught you everything that you needed to know, and honestly- You probably know a lot more than some of the guys who are paid to do this every month, Hell, your dad hunts them basically every week! That's kinda the reason why he won't accompany you this time, too busy dealing with vampires in a neighboring village, some rumours of some high profiled vampires coming into your hometown… He was very concerned for your safety before deciding that whenever these rumours were true or not, he needed to check them for himself regardless.

You decided to go on a hunt on your own, hunt one down and prove to your man that you'll do just fine all by yourself.

However, you have the knowledge from the books you read and from what your father taught you, but you don't have personal experiences in fighting vampires. So that's why you're finally going to take down a vampire all by yourself.

It took you some time to find the right target, but after hearing complaints about some odd things happening in the less wealthy part of town, you thought you had a pretty clear picture of what happened. You thought that maybe some vampires have been attacking the poorest people in town to not cause a bigger panic in the population, and sadly enough, you were right.

Apparently the vampirism started to spread uncontrollably as the newly transformed vampires weren't accustomed with the new malevolent power. Some would get addicted to blood and to the power they hold against humans, and start to bite more than what they can chew on.

You found someone who was acting suspiciously, a commoner who was acting more aggressively towards his neighbors and family, he had created a lot of enemies in only a couple of days after being transformed, as he was now acting like "royalty" surrounded by peasants. The poor bastard was out of his mind, and sadly you needed to take care of him before he would hurt more people.

The work of a vampire slayer (or at least, one who works on their own accord) isn't as glamorous or "pleasant" as most may think, it involves you constantly questioning yourself and your morals, the guy you're hunting has a family but from what you heard and from what you have seen as you observed him from afar- He is clearly gone, consumed by the addiction of human blood, he would end up hurting his own family if you didn't intervene.

You had to stalk him for basically the whole day, collecting information and waiting for a good opportunity to strike him- Sadly enough, you didn't know that someone else was also interested in killing him.

It was pretty quick now that you think about it- You were about to tackle him when someone else got to do it before you. You didn't know about vampire society's inner relationships but you are aware that there is some form of hierarchy, and that those who were transformed into vampires were considered to be closer to the bottom than those who were born into it. The bottom of their social structure being those who they could all feed on, so in other words humans.

As you have already prepared yourself to attack the blood addictic, this guy who seemed to have come out of nowhere has already noticed that he wasn't alone, you wouldn't be able to hide yourself at this point and running wouldn't be an option considering how fast he moved.

The only option was left was to fight this vampire who was clearly way too powerful for your newbie ass. It was a pretty tough fight, and even if you have lost- You did manage to prove that you weren't just a random human who found themselves in the wrong place, in the wrong time.

You were very well prepared- Idris was pretty impressed by your resistance, but from his eyes, you were lacking a lot in the intelligence department. You were a good brawler, but not a decent vampire slayer by far- He would question you about your level of skill constantly, even mocking the idea of you being an "newbie" at this job.

Idris had won in the end, making you his prisoner who he would bring back to his clan to be used as an easy food source while also giving them info about other vampire slayers. Of course you wouldn't give them anything, no matter how bad your situation was you would still fight to the very end.

Idris had used one of his abilities to bring you two to his clan's hideout in a blink of an eye, you weren't expecting it to be so quick. You were tied up and inside an "abandoned" mansion filled with vampires, you were sure you wouldn't survive this at all- Yet you had promised yourself to not give them any information about other vampires slayers, especially your father.

You have met them, all of them- All of the Nox clan of pure vampires (or at least the last of them), in one single place. They were all so eager to jump in and start the "fun" with you. To torture you, drink from you, control your mind so you would spill all that you know, they tried to but you wouldn't stop squirming and fighting their touch- However, your attitude has only helped to aggravate them.

Idris was in charge of taking care of you- And by that they meant he was the one who would be screwing with you the most. He would keep you alive with your bare necessities but would also be the one to punish and torture you to speak up.

Interestingly enough, Idris wasn't interested in violently taking the truth out of you- Oh no, boo- He was much more sadistic than that.

He saw you as a plaything, like a cat he would see you as something he should toy with before devouring- He would try to push you to your limits verbally, trying to trigger some sort of wound you may have. You were stronger than he assumed, he should have known you weren't so dumb to give in to his insults and threats.

He would still bite you though, hey, a man needs some blood before continuing his private interrogation, right? It's not his fault you're both his snack and the one being interrogated.

You were strong minded, you weren't feeling too awful about being taken as a prisoner, since you felt as if deep down you could still escape this- So the effects of the poison that he would inject on you weren't showing up at first, but after sometime of being under this terrible living condition with only him to talk with, you started to feel some type of weird way around him.

It could be the poison finally taking over, but you have started to notice some… Particular choices that Idris took when interacting with you. Again- It could be all some magic shit in your mind, but you could swear that the lingering touches from him weren't rough or painful as his threats.

Idris was never physically harmful towards you, even to his peers dismay as they would constantly scold him for being too soft. He was indeed very off putting and sadistic- But could he be hiding something deep inside his literally cold exterior? You started to think so… Well, you started to hope so.

See, although the poison is already making your mind dizzy and making you feel some kind of weird attraction towards Iris- It wasn't completely just your mind playing tricks on you, Idris has been trying a new tactic with you and it was working.

Maybe you haven't noticed yet, but for the last few weeks he has started to flirt with you more, touch you more and whisper less concerning things into your ears, and you were eating it all up due to your isolation and his poisonous bite.

The more he sucked your blood, the more enamoured you were with his softer "side", the poison becoming stronger with each bite. But everyday you two spend time together, Idris can't help but feel just as interested in you as you are to him. He may play it off as a sadistic manipulative (which he kinda is-) vampire who is above you and his own feelings- But whenever it's just you and him, he just feels like there is a bigger connection being formed.

The more you two get to know each other the more he'll start falling for you, to the point he doesn't know if he is faking empathy and care or if he actually likes you in a weird way. He has started to feel very satisfied whenever you start acting clingy, desperate even for his attention (again- He is the only one willing to even talk with you before biting you and sucking your blood), the sensation of power he feels is a little bit overwhelming- But very much appreciated.

You have started to feel some side effects from losing so much blood everyday, which has made Idris concerned and incapable of drinking from you for at least some time while you recover from it. But since you need some time to rest without being injected with more venom from fangs, which will cause you to start waking up from your brainwashed state and remember that A: It has been months since you were gone, your dad is out there looking for you and it's possibly thinking you're dead; B: You're trapped in a mansion filled with the last vampires of a powerful clan which has been massacred by vampire slayers like you; and C: You were starting to catch feelings for the one who brought you here- Regardless of manipulation and freaky vampire shit- You were indeed falling for his charm.

Whenever that happens, it will be obvious that you'll start trying to fight them and escape again, even if you're very, very weak from all these months without proper training and healthy eating habits.

You may try your hardest dear, but you'll need a better plan than just going feral on Idris. He is a lot stronger than you, especially since you can't even stand up on your own, and even hurting him makes you feel oddly awful- You had relied on him for so long, that it feels like you would be betraying him if you actually do hurt him, it seems like some of the effects of so much time under his manipulation are still present.

You can't hurt him, but you can still try to sneak out. You should still try to escape!

You would eventually come up with a plan to run away while it was still morning, even if it was a very flawed plan considering that the only place you knew in this entire mansion was Idris's room and bathroom. For some miracle reason, you would find a way to sneak out, it was pretty hard considering you have no strength in your legs, yet luckily no one seemed to be aware of your sudden movement around the corridors- Apparently the whole clan is composed of heavy sleepers.

Your escape was successful, but you wouldn't be able to reach safety anytime soon in your condition- And you knew that eventually they would wake up again and Idris would find you soon. Yet as you had promised yourself and your father, you weren't going down without a fight.

Idris is responsible for you, so whenever he notices that you were gone- He would first assume one of his kind has took you, but considering how everyone else in the clan considers him to be a nuisance and incompetent, he couldn't possibly ask around where were you. If he did, they would end up yelling at him and take you as their personal blood bag- He couldn't let them know that you have escaped.

He would search for you and be honest to god thankful that you weren't dead yet- He would be pissed but more concerned about your current state, after all you were supposed to be resting from losing so much blood and yet here you are: Trying to survive the wild nature around the mansion in a stupid attempt of escaping the vampires.

Idris would have to bite you more often while also giving some days off so you could rest, but doing in a way that you never lose the effects of the poison- He can't stand to see you fighting him so much.

I mean- He thinks that it's pretty attractive how fiesty you are, but he needs you to stay still in his bedroom and to start giving him those confused yet passionate eyes again- Idris doesn't know whether or not you're in love with him or is just acting in instinct considering your current position, and he soon will find himself begging for you to truly give in to this weird fantasy he has built around you two- But for now, all that he wants is the smallest affection that may come from you, even if it's not as true and morally correct as true love is supposed to be.

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Tips for Beginning Spirit Workers!

Me? Posting something useful instead of just memes? GASP!

1. Plan communication and housing methods in advance. This is your responsibility, not the spirits’. Housing can include binding them to an object, binding them to yourself, letting them wander your house, or (my personal method) building an astral temple for them. Communication can take all kinds of forms, including dreams, hallucinations, Ouija boards, body sensations, intrusive thoughts, and telepathy. When starting out, you’ll probably be working with sensations and intrusive thoughts, and work your way up to other forms. An important thing to remember is if you’re ever unsure if something was them, assume it was. False negatives do far more harm than false positives when you’re trying to learn how to communicate. Assuming your spirit said something they didn’t might annoy them, but denying real messages will prevent you from developing your senses and harm your relationship with them.

2. Set boundaries and keep them! It doesn’t matter who they are, how powerful they are, or if they’re a literal god. You have rights, and they do not own you. Take no excuses, make no compromises. You don’t need to explain anything. If you give some spirits an inch, they’ll take a mile. I have a rule that no one can possess me while I’m on my period. Why? Because I don’t want them to, end of discussion. If anyone throws a fit about your boundaries, you don’t want to work with them anyway. If you’re planning to let them stick around, setting house rules is also very important! (”Don’t mess with the other human residents” is always a good starting point.)

3. Doubt happens. Even the most experienced spirit worker has moments of “Oh gods, I’m just crazy and talking to myself.” Don’t beat yourself up over it! Healthy skepticism is what keeps us sane. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad spirit worker. Try taking a moment to reflect on the times when your spirits did something that proved themselves to you, because I promise, those moments will happen too! One of my earliest moments was when a spirit possessed my and drew a bunch of dicks in my notebook before I even realized what she was drawing. If you haven’t had one of those moments yet, just remember the golden rule: You can’t be imagining it, because your imagination should never surprise you.

3.5 Know your craft, not others’. Related to the above, a big source of doubt is when you read about other spirit workers’ doing things differently. Remember, the term UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) exists for a reason. Your Mileage May Vary! Every spirit worker experiences spirits differently. Different doesn’t mean wrong. Figure out what’s best for you and your spirits, and have confidence in your craft.

4. Don’t trust just anyone. Not every spirit you contact will be on your side. Some have their own agenda, others just want a plaything. Some spirits will pretend to be someone else to get past your defenses. The best way to stay safe is to always trust your instincts. If a spirit gives you a “bad vibe,” DITCH THEM. Never give them the benefit of the doubt. There is not a single spirit you NEED to have in your life, and thus there’s no reason to give a sketchy spirit a chance. Aside from that, don’t just assume any spirit you contact will be friendly and benevolent. Most spirit workers go through a “vetting” period of at least 3 months before deciding if a spirit is truly good to join their team. Yes, THREE MONTHS. You don’t want to allow just any powerful astral being into your life, do you? Remember, spirits have power, and they CAN hurt you. If you wouldn’t allow any random stranger into your house, don’t allow any random spirit into your life.

5. Do your research! Spirits aren’t human, and they don’t have the same wants and needs as humans. Research in advance what the particular species you’re summoning wants and needs. If they’re from a pop culture series, research the series. Research their friends, family, and enemies. Know who they will or won’t work well with. If they’re a nonhuman character, pay special attention to their species’ attributes, such as behavior, communication, and any unusual needs or weaknesses. You are responsible for your spirits’ safety while they’re with you! Remember, there’s no such thing as knowing too much. The more you know, the better prepared you’ll be!

6. Respect their boundaries. Not every spirit wants to be worshipped, especially pop culture ones. Some find it flattering, others find it creepy. Similarly, not every spirit wants to be your best friend forever, and not every spirit is eagerly waiting for your call every second of every day. Spirits may be cool, but don’t be a stalker. Give them some dang space. Also accept that many spirits don’t plan to stay with you forever. There may be a few that will be with you until you die (or even follow you to your next life!) but the vast majority have lives outside of you just like humans do, and there will be a time when you don’t need them or vice versa. Don’t feel bad about them leaving, and don’t try to force them to stay. Spirits come and go, and it does not mean you’re a bad spirit worker if you lose a few allies. Your closest friends will be the ones who choose you, and those are the ones you really want in your inner circle.

7. Don’t call up what you can’t put down. Always always ALWAYS have a banishing spell ready, and be sure to start small. Practice with a simple Pikachu before you go summoning Arceus. And keep that banishing spell handy during the vetting period! Many spirit workers suggest doing a banishing spell after every summoning unless you plan on letting the spirit stay permanently. It’s also always a good idea to have some kind of restraint the first few times you call on a spirit, even if it’s just a circle of salt. Personally I like to keep one of my stronger spirit family members around to babysit the new guys.

8. Always stay protected. Shield spells are your best friends. Use them. Keep them updated. There is never a reason to not be shielded. There is also never a reason to not have your house protected. At least once a month, update your wards, cleanse and banish everything, and recharge your home’s energy. Don’t worry, you can set your wards to whitelist your approved spirit family and any specific spirits you want to lure in, but it’s best to not allow just anyone in off the street. Consider placing sigils around to mark your territory as your own, or you may find someone or something trying to move in and claim your house for themselves! 

9. Know the facts about spirit attacks. The first rule is that you’re probably NOT being attacked. If you have to think “Was that a spirit? Am I being attacked?” you’re definitely not being attacked. Spirits are empowered by your fear, they WANT you to know they’re attacking you. One time when I was attacked, the spirit broke my rainbow fountain right in front of me in a way that made both separate lights simultaneously only glow blood red. That doesn’t just happen. And then they immediately and obviously tried to pull me out of my body so they could take it over. The other two times, the spirits tried so hard to suck me out of my body that it made me disoriented and felt like someone was vacuuming my head while my body felt cold. Spirit attacks are always obvious because they’re trying to scare you. Which leads to the second rule: NEVER PANIC. The more afraid you are, the more power they have over you. Stay calm, put up a shield, call a trusted alley to aid you, and banish their ass to next week. Remember, most spirits who attack are just bullies looking for a new toy to torment. Even a simple “fuck off” can give them the message you’re not worth the trouble.

10. Be prepared before opening up to possession. Possession is real, and it can be dangerous. With a trusted ally, it’s tons of fun, and you can even ask them to handle things like chores for you. With literally anyone else, you’re putting your life at risk. There is nothing stopping a strong enough spirit from throwing you off the nearest bridge. The good news is that forced, full possession is rare. The bad news is it can still happen, and it’s very hard to stop when it does. This is why it’s so important to vet your spirit allies before allowing them close to you, ESPECIALLY before letting them possess you. If a spirit shows any sign of not respecting your boundaries, get them the hell out of your life. Luckily, partial possession is much more common (when you’re still in control but either being influenced, or only your limbs are moving without your input). This version can be fought off via internal struggle or countered with a cleansing spell or an ally’s help.

11. Get creative with offerings. Offerings are Spiritwork 101. You won’t be getting a lot of help from spirits if you don’t pay them back. But the important part is knowing exactly what to give them. There are certainly things that are standard, and things that are easy enough to guess (Moon water for the moon goddess, flowers for the nature spirit, etc.) But the best offerings are ones that are personal, creative, and meaningful. Your fairy friend probably has a thousand flowers, but have they tried your pancakes? Would your familiar like a friendship bracelet in their favorite color? Hell, does your ancient ancestor want to try Starbucks? Also note that offerings can be experiences, not just gifts. Some spirits love to hear new music. Jevil loves to possess me and play games, or even just watch me play them. And Seam likes to be cuddled while he possesses a body pillow, or to be read to. The better you get to know your spirit friends, the more ways you’ll find to make them happy.

12. Recognize a spirit calling, but don’t answer them all. As you progress in spirit work, you’ll start receiving “spirit callings”. Callings are different for everyone, but they’re generally feelings of obsession over a certain spirit. You may find yourself thinking “everything would be okay if X was here” when you’re having a bad day. You may find yourself wanting to know everything about them. You might notice signs of them, such as feathers if they have wings.  If it’s a pop culture spirit, you may start obsessively tracking down fanworks of them. If you can’t get a spirit out of your mind, you’re probably being called! This means that good things could happen if you work with this spirit (though it does NOT mean the relationship will last forever!). However, this doesn’t mean you should answer ever single calling. It’s always important to know your limits. If you already have lots of spirits hanging around, adding one more won’t benefit you or them, no matter how strongly you’re called to them. Remember, there will always be another calling. 

13. Know your limits. Speaking of which, remember that you’re responsible for your spirits, and you should never take on more than you can handle. Spirit hoarding is a real thing, and it’s harmful to everyone involved. Know how many spirits you can handle at once, and know how close you can get to each of them. My astral temple is designed to let dozens of spirits come and go as they please, but of those, I’m only comfortable getting truly close to exactly two at a time. There is no shame in letting a spirit you no longer need go before bringing in a new one. There is also no shame in not being perfect. If you need some space for a few days, take it. If all you can muster today is a halfhearted “hello” to your familiar, do it. Your spirit allies will always be there waiting once you’re feeling better. If they’re true allies, they’ll understand if you’re not feeling well and need some time to yourself.