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I'll make a better one later probably, but uh. here's the basics if you wanna rp with me [if you're looking for anything else, go to my main account, @left-for-carrion, although warning it's hella dark] ❥ 23 ❥ Uses Discord mainly for rp, but tumblr is an option as well ❥ Into ERP mostly, or whump [can be mixed!!], but do feel free to ask for other stuff ❥ Prefers to play inhuman characters, but human is allowed ❥ Does OC & Fandom RP Kinks list:

[Faves in bold]  [All are giving AND receiving :3] [Not complete, anything not in limits is open] [What I’m craving has ♡ next to it]

Fighting/Arena/Ring ♡

Worship

Cannibalism

Petplay

Robot/Objectum

Medical

Bimboification/himboification

Intoxication

Incest/Fauxcest [Sibling/parent <3]

Public Sex

Plushie Transformation

Role reversal ♡

Overstimulation

Edging

Piss, anything related to piss ♡

Stalker/Stalking ♡

Woundfucking ♡

Snuff ♡

Body modification

CNC [The word rape is allowed]

Object Insertion

Knife Play ♡

Forcemasc

Forcefem

Primal [Pred, although idm prey]

Limits: [All of these are hard, I have no soft boundaries as of this post, so no negotiations]

Detrans from a non-trans person

Human Pregnancy on my character's end

Race play

Orientation play on my character's end

Fandoms:

Hannibal NBC

Dead By Daylight

Any slasher movie ever, there's. too many to tag >_>

Videodrome 1983

Faith The Unholy Trinity

Star Trek

ULTRAKILL

Shameless

House MD

[lord-of-the-harvest]

Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Masquerade Of Nightmares 2/2

Summary: Fox and Bunny get to the party and meet lots of people all new to her! The night goes well, aside from a certain dish, a few guests, and an act of passion!

Contains: Owner/Pet, drinking, NonCon, human trafficking, oral, cannibalism, branding, public sex, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, mentions of scars, self harm

NSFW

MDNI

Hyena departed from the group, and Fox and Bunny were driven to the party by Rhino. The three climbed into the long black limo and the couple got to talking in the back seat. “Sweetie, you look nervous tonight, what’s eating at you? Aren’t you excited to see your friends and clients?” Fox put one arm around her shoulders and his other hand on her knee. “Darling you’ll come to see the clients and friends I have are rather…expectant. There’s not an event that goes by where I don’t have to perform in some way. Whether it be entertaining the most draining of conversations, or acting out on a stage, I’m always on guard. I expect the same from you, but I trust your training and common sense will prove itself.” Bunny sank into his side and thought on his words. “Well…what about Diamond? You seem to have fun with her.” Fox barked out a laugh and hugged her closer. “Diamond is different. She started off watching my streams, but when I got into selling we got closer. She’s a high strung herself, and she understands the pressure I have better than the others. I hear she’s bringing her pet tonight, you two would like each other, I caught him myself.” He looked at her with a wink and a smirk, but Bunny wrote it off. “I’m sure I will, darling. Is there anything else I should know for tonight?” Fox tilted his head back and thought for a moment. “Hmm, the host goes by Woundfucker and his wife’s name is Lilith.”

The drive was long, and with not much to do during the ride, Bunny had to touch up her lipstick by the time they arrived. Luckily for Fox, his mask hid his stained lips and cheeks. They stepped out of the limo and were greeted by security. Fox gave the guard a code word while Bunny looked up in awe at the mansion before her. There was a long driveway leading up to the entrance, and the lawn around the facade was nicely manicured, despite the leaves starting to die out. Almost every light in the house was on, cutting through the inky darkness of the night. Cobwebs and fake tombstones lined the entrance, adding a lighthearted spookiness to the otherwise seriousness of the estate. Bunny shivered at the cold breeze, even though she had a fur coat over her costume. Fox noticed, and put an arm around her as they walked into the massive house. When they entered, a young lady wearing a blazer, doused in fake blood, took their coats and complimented them both on their costumes. They thanked her and made their way to the main ballroom, which was buzzing with costumed couples. A pianist sat at the front of the room by the door, a bar was stuck to the right wall, and a long dining table sat in the middle. No one sat at the table quite yet, most of the guests socialized standing or smoking in the lounge area next to the bar. A few people looked up and waved at Fox, trying to gain his attention, but he just waved, and continued scanning the room. Bunny stood by his side, observing herself, and held onto Fox’s arm. She looked up at the large cobweb covered chandelier above the dining table. Decorations littered the room and the dim lighting added to the rich chill of the event. “Fox!” A woman dressed as catwoman was the first to approach the two, arms wide, ready for an embrace. “Diamond! So glad to see you again!” They hugged and Bunny noticed a meek, yet muscular, man standing behind her. He wore gray short shorts with black suspenders. Had it not been for the gray mouse ears and mask, it would be hard to tell what exactly he was. Similar to bunny, he also wore white cuffs and a collar, she assumed it had a similar shocking feature to it. “Alright now let me get a good look at you!” Bunny’s attention came back to Diamond as she spun her finger around. She obeyed and slowly turned, modeling her chic costume. “What can I say? You’ve done well with this one, Fox, I like the mask.” She placed a finger under Bunny’s chin and lifted her face up to meet hers. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit, much to Diamond’s liking. “Cute too, she looks like fun. Anyways, my little Mouse and I have been waiting for my favorite man to get here.” She turned her attention back to Fox, disregarding Bunny’s still dropped jaw. Her “Mouse’s” face showed restrained resentment towards Fox, trying to not look too disagreeable. “Well you know you’re the first person I look for when I get here. This is Bunny. Bunny, this is Diamond and her pet, Mouse.” Fox put his arm around her and placed his hand on her hip. She bowed her head, opting to not offend another owner with the offer of a handshake. Diamond and Mouse both smiled at her. “Pets, why don’t you go get us some drinks while Fox and I catch up. Hey…you don’t know if he’ll be here, do you?”

As they walked through the large ballroom, Bunny overheard curious murmurs from guests, accompanied by odd looks from behind their respective masks. “...is that?-” “Oh that poor thing, I…” “Look at her, think of yourself as lucky!” Some comments were made with genuine pity, others came with a chuckle and a bite. Bunny knew it was about her, she heard her partner’s name thrown in with a few comments. “Fox isn’t doing a show, is he?” “I hope we get a good view of Fox tonight…” She took a deep breath and turned to face her new “friend”. Despite his name, he was very tall and had a rather athletic build. If it wasn’t for the scars on his chest and collar, he would look like an average stripper in his costume. “So…Mouse, tell me about yourself.” Bunny put a smile on her face and lightly brushed against his arm. Mouse looked down at her and sheepishly responded. “Oh, well, um-I-I’ve been with Ce-I mean Diamond for a few months now. She’s been pretty nice to me…what about you?” Suddenly his nickname makes sense. “I’ve been with Fox for a few months too, but before that, I was a pretty popular streamer. I really loved it, but I don't know, I’m happy with Fox now too.” She sat down at the bar and tried getting the bartender’s attention, but with little luck. There was only one, and his attention was caught by some incredibly wealthy looking older men. Bunny sighed and looked around while listening to Mouse’s ramblings about going from his gym, then to a bunker, then to an office building, and eventually on the run with his Diamond. Her eyes traced the crowd, and recognized a few celebrities despite their masks. “Holy…Mouse, do you know who that is?” Bunny touched his hand and nonchalantly tilted her head towards a rather tall man wearing a gladiator costume. “Bunny I have no idea who that is…wait-” She quickly shushed her new friend and giggled quietly. “Yeah! That’s that super famous actor, God what’s that movie he was in last winter? It was some Hallmark movie, right?” “Yeah, it was that cheesy Christmas movie! Oh well, guess he’s canceled now.” They both had to stifle their laughs to not draw the man’s attention. Finally their conversation gained the attention of the bartender and he took their orders. As soon as they got their drinks in, a man wearing a devil mask, a black suit, and cape approached them. “Say…don’t I know you from somewhere?” 

“I mean, he’s just the last person I want here tonight. Remember that one time he kept trying to pitch himself to you while you were performing?” Fox nodded, but his eyes stayed on the crowd. “What? Are you looking for him?” Diamond put a hand on her hip, not accustomed to Fox’s lack of interest in their usual gossiping. He turned to her, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his robe. “No, no I’m not. Diamond, I know you hate the guy, but lighten up for one night. I heard from Woundfucker he’s being put on a tight leash tonight since, apparently, his last desert trip went poorly.” Diamond rolled her eyes at her foe’s expected incompetence. “Well, then who are you looking for?” Taking a deep breath, Fox’s attention went back to Bunny. “I’m looking for that…oh Goddamnit-”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I recognize you.” Bunny responded, trying to muster enough respect as she could for the strange man. She could smell his body spray and the liquor on his breath, and despite her having been dolled up that day, it seems he couldn’t be bothered to even touch up his roots. “No no no, I definitely recognize you from somewhere…hey!” Bunny backed into the chair and tried keeping a pleasant smile. “Hey I know! You’re that streamer chick! Oh man, my buddies and I watched your videos all the time, you’re such a sick whore! I was wondering where you went. Say, your little owner wouldn’t mind sharing you later tonight, huh?” He reached out to brush her hair behind her ear, and Bunny jolted back in disgust. “I’m a pretty big deal around here, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Who is the bastard anyways? If I saw you on the auction I would’ve snatched you right u-” “Scorpion! I see you’re getting along well with my Bunny.” Fox answered his Pet’s silent prayers and stepped in to intervene. “Scorpion” fumbled with his words, and quickly tried to recover. “H-hi Fox! I’m so glad you could make it! My father should be around here somewhere, he’ll be so happy to see you! Oh, excuse me for one minute, I wanted to introduce you to my Princess!” He scurried off to find whatever poor “Princess” he brought to the event, and Fox gave Diamond a curious look. “That boy hasn’t bought from me since his yearly desert trip…I, oh God-” He put his head in his hand sighed. “He took it for himself, didn’t he? What an idiot, he liked that one cause she was so mean, she wouldn’t make a good pet for that idiot.” Diamond rolled her eyes, remembering that auction. “Well let’s all put on a surprised face when he brings it out wrapped in dental floss. Mouse, pass me my drink, dear~” Mouse followed her order and handed her her signature brandy. Bunny did the same, handing Fox a much fruitier cocktail. Diamond drank her drink quickly and had no problem getting the bartender’s attention for another. Fox turned his attention to his Bunny and slid an arm around her. “You know, you’re the most ravishing pet here, everyone’s talking about you~” Bunny blushed and fiddled with her straw. “Aw Fox, you always know how to make me feel special. I can’t wait to get home so I can rip that robe off and-” “Fox!” The gladiator from earlier approached him, waving, with a smile under his mask. For a second, Fox tensed up and his eyes went wide. He quickly shook it off and stepped in front of Bunny to greet him. “Armageddon, my friend, how are you?”

The scent of burning firewood, the taste of a sour cocktail, and the feeling of a slightly too tight costume. Sights of couples everywhere and now Bunny’s finally meeting her partner’s friends. It was all a lot, but the night was falling together nicely, aside from Scorpion’s harassment. The man in the gladiator suit stepped towards her and Bunny’s face rose to meet him. “Hello my dear, I’m Armageddon, one of Fox’s friends. How are you enjoying the evening?” He stuck out his hand to shake hers, the first time that’s happened to her in a while. Owners don’t usually show such courtesy to others’ pets, but here he was. “Oh, my night has been lovely, thank you so much for asking!” She took his hand and had a perfectly content smile on her face. Armageddon smirked and his gaze drifted lower, his handshake getting more firm little by little. “What a gorgeous costume you have, and what attractive markings! Did your mean owner, Fox, give you that one?” He teased and didn’t let go as he gestured to the heart shaped scar on her thigh. Fox was getting nervous, and tried speaking up for her, but Bunny could answer herself. “Oh, n-no, well kind of…He wanted me to and I did! I always do what Fox tells me, he knows what’s best after all.” Fox breathed a sigh of relief, and Armageddon let go of Bunny’s hand. “So he does, and how lucky he is to have such an obedient pet!” He turned his attention back to Fox, giving him a knowing glare before saying his goodbyes and returning to the group he was previously with. Ugh, that was good, and Fox better know it. Bunny had plenty of time practicing lines like that in the mirror in preparation for the night. He slid an arm around her, bringing her close, and whispering in her ear yet again. “My good girl, very good job, Darling~”

The group spent more time mingling and hanging around the bar. Eventually Scorpion came back with his “Princess”, a beastkin with white bird wings, who’s body had more scars than clothing. Fox acted impressed with his “training”, but gave Diamond an earful as soon as the Devil was whisked away by a servant. He went on about his incompetence, poor training skills, and lack of common sense. Bunny continued a much lighter conversation with Mouse, opting to talk about pop culture. Soon, Scorpion came back out standing next to an older gentleman dressed as Bela Lugosi’s Dracula, and a woman dressed as Vampira. “Good evening, my esteemed guests and colleagues. I can’t thank you all enough for coming out tonight to my humble little get together. As the table is being set, I would like to thank the man behind our special main course of the night. While he usually isn’t known for his catering skills, we all, of course, know him for his talents in entertainment. Not to mention, he’s the one to thank for most of your dates for the night! Please, everyone, give a round of applause to Fox and his darling pet!” Everyone in the room turned to face them. Fox took a comical bow, and Bunny smiled and waved, kissing her partner on the cheek when he rose. “I would also like to thank my beautiful wife, Lilith, for orchestrating much of tonight’s decor and scheduling. I couldn’t have done this without the love of my life, and excellent party planner. Now please, everyone make your way to your assigned seats at the table.”

Fox and Bunny were seated close to the hosts of the party, and across from Scorpion and Princess. “So that’s Woundfucker and Lilith, why is Scorpion sitting so close to them? He doesn’t seem…you know…as high up?” Bunny whispered to Fox, confused as to why the most annoying man at the party was seated next to such charming hosts. Fox explained he was their boy while placing his napkin in his lap. Bunny nodded, following his lead. Soon, multiple courses were brought out to eat, all paired with various red wines. Soup, salad, bread, delicious seafood, and the smoothest wine Bunny had ever tasted came out in small, but filling, portions. Fox had his attention mostly on Woundfucker and his wife, while Bunny happily sat and ate her food as politely as she could. She tried talking to the guest next to her, but was met with one word answers and subtle glares. Despite being almost stuffed, the main course came out on a white dish. Small pieces of seared meat covered in a delicious smelling sauce sat before her, and Bunny picked up her fork to start eating. However, she was stopped by Fox, insisting he feed her the dish instead. She handed him her fork, and happily opened her mouth for him. Woundfucker leaned towards her, trying to get a better view of her eating. “How does it taste, dear? You know, your owner provided it for us tonight!” “Oh, Sir, it’s delicious! What is it, sweetie, pork?” Fox’s grin grew, and Woundfucker chuckled with Lilith. Why are they laughing? What’s…why did Fox even provide food… Slowly it dawned on her what exactly she was eating. Bunny looked around the room and saw Pets desperately trying to dodge their owner’s forks. She heard whispered orders, demanding obedience and that they eat their food. Bunny slowly turned back to Fox, Woundfucker now popping a piece into his mouth and laughing. She took a deep breath, swallowed, and opened her mouth for more.

Dessert came, a small pumpkin cheesecake made for couples to share and feed each other. It was subtly sweet, not quite to Fox’s taste, but he still enjoyed being fed. By this point, the wine and food made Bunny incredibly flirty with her owner. “Hey…I’m sure you want to stay, but how about we go home and have a little fun?” She whispered in his ear, desperate to get him to whisk her away for a night of passion. “Darling, we don’t need to go home for that. I’m not performing, what did you think the entertainment was going to be? Just look around.” Through her haze, Bunny looked around at other couples kissing and heavily petting. Some even went as far as to straddle each other at the table. Woundfucker stood up and tapped his glass with his spoon. “Attention everyone, I know you’re eager and so am I, but please, wait till after you’ve finished your desserts~” Everyone quickly finished and made their way to another large room. This one was equipped with leather loveseats, draping velvets and silks, and candles lighting the whole space. Bunny, in awe, took a moment to fully take in the space. Fox pushed her against a silk curtain, nestling his face in her neck. Her eyes struggled to stay open, she still wanted to look at the gorgeous room, but the wine and sensation of her lover was getting to her. She wrapped her arms around her Fox, her eyes finally closed tight, and she moaned in beautiful ecstasy.

Bunny’s lovely moment was cut short by another guest’s shout from across the room. “Fox! What are you doing? Weren’t you going to give us a surprise show?!” Fox, clearly irritated, slowly turned to whoever disturbed his blissful moment with his lover. Fuck…of course. “Not tonight, Armageddon! I wouldn’t want to impose on Woundfucker’s excellent party planning!” Armageddon started towards Fox, now drawing a crowd of onlookers. “Come on Fox, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. The night is young, we have plenty of time for a quick show! I can only dream of what wisdom you could teach us with a show of your Personal. Pet.” He smiled wide, and Fox turned to him completely. He would have cursed him out right then and there…if it wasn’t for the crowd. Other guests, friends, and clients looked at him expectantly. “Oh I’d love a show, Fox!” “Did you really have something planned?” “Please teach us, my pet’s being so fussy!” The crowd was pushing him further and further, and Bunny could see the ongoing contemplation all over Fox’s face. She knew she needed to act fast, to protect both his and her reputations, so she bent down to whisper words of encouragement into his ear. “You know I’m yours, these people don’t own me or you.” A nameless mask in the crowd told her to shut up and to let Fox think, and he got his wish. His ears perked up, and he grabbed Bunny tight by the waist. “Get me a torch, a towel, and a drink!” Bunny’s heart sank as he sided with the crowd instead of her. Maybe she should have expected this, it was obvious by how he acted when they were out that he was a showman. Fox aimed to please the crowd, the admiration of many was worth more than the love of one. 

A few men came together to organize the loveseats into a proper viewing area, since the room had no proper stage. Fox positioned himself sitting on the back of a black sofa, while Bunny knelt in front of him. She straddled and sat on a small cushion, the little touch of pressure made her blush harder, as it would be pleasurable under any other circumstance. The bartender from before gave him the requested materials, while simultaneously giving Bunny a look of sympathy. Chatter spread amongst the audience, and while she couldn’t see them, she could feel the looks of anticipation from her viewers. Her face flushed red and she looked up at her owner, trying to calm her nervous breathing. Fox looked down, and told her to lift up her hand. She obeyed, and he placed his drink in it, effectively turning her into tortured furniture. He untied his robe and took off his belt, while speaking to the crowd. “Now I’ll also need an assistant. Woundfucker, it’s your party, would you do me the honors?” He took out his half hard cock and cupped Bunny’s face, wordlessly telling her what to do. She looked from the belt he held in one hand to the torch he had in his other. “Of course Fox, how exciting! It isn’t everyday I get to be a part of your shows.” Woundfucker stood up and walked behind Bunny, no doubt eyeing her up while he did so. “Good, good, both of your jobs are easy.” Fox said, still cupping Bunny’s face. “Pet, you just need to be a good girl and not bite down, you don’t even need to move. Can you do that for me, Sweetie?” She nodded, and followed Fox’s hand towards his lap. She took his length in her mouth and stuck out her tongue, just the way he liked. She couldn’t see, but heard the torch start and Fox continued talking to Woundfucker. “Now, I don’t want a Pet with a bad mark, I need you to make sure it’s straight, alright?” Bunny tried drowning out their conversation and the sounds the torch made. She knew it would be no easy job, but feared what Fox might do to her if she embarrassed him in front of his clients. Quickly, he swiped his drink out of her hand, shot it back, and placed it back in her waiting hand. She knew the pain was about to come, so she shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and braced herself for it.

Woundfucker instructed Fox as the buckle burned between Bunny’s shoulder blades. She screamed and cried, but kept her jaw open. I won’t embarrass Ren, I’ll be good for him! He’ll be so proud when he’s done, I just have to stay still! Fox moaned at the vibrations caused by his Pet’s screams, and dug the buckle in deeper. He wrapped the towel around his hand so he wouldn’t burn himself while still putting enough pressure on her. The branding was over almost as quickly as it started, and Fox took his glass out of Bunny’s hand again. Her vision went white temporarily from the pain, and it came and went in flashes. Fox took the big ice cube out of the now empty glass and applied it to her new burn. Bunny moaned at the sudden cold, not sure if it soothed or stung the burn more. Her face sunk into her owner’s lap and she clung to his legs. “See everyone? A good, well trained, Pet is able to deprive themselves of their most basic instincts so they won’t hurt their owners. Isn’t that right, Sweetie?” Fox leaned back and pulled Bunny’s face up to meet his. He kissed her forehead and leaned into her ear. “You did so well, Sweetie, I couldn’t be more proud of you. Hang in there and we’ll get out of here soon.” She could have cried with joy right there, but instead, resolved to throw her arms around his waist. Fox chuckled at her and looked around the room, eyeing the other unconventional couples. Most onlookers already had their partners on the floor performing various acts, and even Diamond was sitting on Mouse’s face. They winked and smiled at each other. Fox wasn’t done, as few of the attendees were already escalating their affairs. “Darling, get on the coffee table for me, will you?” Fox whispered in Bunny’s ear and she did just that. She knelt on it like she did the couch, but this time the wood was hard on her knees and she faced the audience. She looked around at the other masked onlookers, it was clear to see who was in control and who wasn’t. Her pity was cut short by Fox speaking to his audience yet again. “Now ladies and gentlemen, to really drill in the complex ties of pleasure and pain, one must learn to balance the two. Afterall, a good pet is a praised pet!” He bent Bunny over and unsnapped her leotard at the crotch, placing a thumb on her heat. Bunny bent down and her cheek pressed against the wood table, hiding her shame from the wandering eyes of the audience. “Aah, just as I thought, my cute little toy is already wet! This is what happens when you supply a healthy balance!” With a sharp slap to her ass he drove in his wording. His toy yelped at the sudden contact, but he paid her no mind. 

In a shocking turn of roles, Fox bent down to lick her heat, focusing intently on her clit. Bunny moaned in response, but not for long, as her owner had more intentions. He pulled his face away and replaced his tongue with the head of his cock, teasing her wet entrance. Usually she would either wait or lightly beg him to put it inside her, but tonight she decided to amp up her own theatrics a bit. “Oh please Fox, I need you, please please please please!” She squealed and threw her ass back against him, almost causing him to lose his cool. He, instead, smiled at the audience and slowly slid himself into his precious toy. She squealed more and professed more words of admiration, no doubt making other guests jealous of her. For the most part, she didn’t need to play up her excitement much, as she started genuinely enjoying it. There was a reason why she was so comfortable being so provocative online, and getting railed in front of a live audience had been a fantasy of hers for a while. Of course, she would have preferred it without the branding, but she soon forgot about it as the pleasure and naughtiness of the scene set in. The flashes of white Bunny thought were from pain came back, and she realized they were flashes from a camera instead. Soon, she couldn’t speak, and instead resorted to muttering and grunting. Fox was enjoying himself too, and had attracted the attention of a particular nosy guest. While he was accompanied by a toy of his own, Fox wasn’t the one to do business with him. However, he loved to pick Fox’s brain at events for ideas and engagement, mostly to Fox’s annoyance. “Fox, love the work as usual, you’ve given me so many ideas for my own doll!” He gestured to his “doll”, who was knelt on the floor attached to a short black leash. Neither Bunny nor Fox cared to entertain this man, in fact Bunny couldn’t say much of anything to him. She was in a steady stream of curses, muttering a breathy “fuck” with every thrust of her owner’s hips. The man caught onto this, and stuck his finger in her mouth. “Filthy girl needs her mouth washed out with soa-” Fox thrusted and leaned forward to grab the man’s hand away from his precious Bunny. “You don’t fucking touch my property, do you understand?!” The fear and shock Bunny felt from suddenly being prodded at was quickly washed away by Fox’s possessiveness. She threw herself back and gripped his hip and loudly moaned as he was surely bruising her cervix. Fox did the same, and tried to thrust deeper, now ignoring the man. What he couldn’t ignore, though, were the looks of question and disapproval from the audience. Snaps like that were typically reserved for property, not other guests. He was losing the audience he had worked so hard for, and needed to earn them back. He was close anyways, so after one last thrust, he pulled out, pushed Bunny’s face further into the table, and came on her new branding. Cheers and applause rang through the room and Bunny tried restraining her scream. After the panting and adrenaline wore off, Fox helped his Bunny up to her feet and wiped her tears. He tied his robe back around himself and snapped his Pet’s leotard back together. The other couples in the room went into a frenzy, bringing out toys, whips, paddles, and other instruments of pleasure and pain. “Darling, let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up, alright?”

Fox held Bunny by the arm and waist and guided her to the restroom. Finally, a small room where Ren and Jasmine could be alone with each other. Jasmine finally allowed herself to break down, and Ren held her, patting her hair and whispering in her ear. “You did so well, Sweetie, I’m so so so proud of you, Honey. You’re going to be alright, let me see your back, okay?” Jasmine sniffled and let him look at her back. He ran a washcloth under cold water and lightly dabbed at her new brand. Jasmine’s skin had already been littered with scars and cuts, but now Ren’s emblem rose in flushed red on her back. He felt pity for his Pet, but was still happy with his handiwork. He held her tight, and kissed around his mark. Jasmine hugged his arms and leaned back into his kiss. “I-I…would you be m-mad if-f we left early, R-Ren?” “Not at all, Darling, I’ll get Rhino to bring the car around. You can sit in it while I say my goodbyes.” He rummaged through his many pockets to find his phone and a small tube of neosporin he had brought just in case. After messaging his employee, he lightly dabbed the cream onto Jasmine’s burn. She had calmed down enough to just sniffling, and clung to Ren’s hug. “There, you’re going to be alright Darling.” Ren said, hugging her tighter and looking at her reflection in the mirror. Jasmine’s makeup ran down her face and her cheeks flushed red. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, and her lip still quivered. “You know, I still think you’re the most beautiful woman here, and you know I mean it.” Despite her previous breakdown, Jasmine cracked a smile and a chuckle passed her lips. She looked down, but Ren tilted her face towards him. “I love you, Jasmine, and I loved being with you tonight…” Tears welled up in Jasmine’s eyes again and her lips clashed with Ren’s. 

Notes: There you go guys, the Halloween special! Quite a few new OCs, past OCs, and canon characters! Next few chapters might take me a while, as I’m going through some stuff at the moment. I’m fine, just busy. New job, social life, school, blah blah blah-you guys get it :D

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This is a secondary blog for me. My primary is a mess of fandom and silly things, writing, plenty of memes. I promise I'm actually shockingly well-balanced and well-adjusted (and witty, and lighthearted and/or insightful— and, of course, modest); this is just my place to be as fucked up and kinked as my little heart desires. 🩷 But hey: I'm using a separate browser for this one, folks. So I can like and follow and lurk to my heart's content, here. Or maybe I'm watching you from a random tab on my main browser. I do like to peruse...

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Kinks include: various varietals of bdsm at different degrees (generally a bottom, a brat, a bit of a masochist, and I just love exploring power play), knife play (so very unfortunately attracted to knives), intox, cnc, somno, mind games, object insertion, breeding kink (w/o the pregnancy bit lmao), a bit of blood play or light petplay, praise and degradation each in their own way, shame play, and plenty of other things I've been curious about or find hot in the right scenario. I may dabble in pseudoincest if the mood strikes me; it'll be tagged inc3$t and fauxc3st so you can block as needed. My yes fluids are tears, spit/drool, cum, and blood. I may occasionally talk torture (especially psychological). I'm generally pro-monsterfucking, though prefer humanoid monsters (or outright monstrous humans).

Hard nos: You may call yourself daddy/mommy, but I do not like that word. I don't mind a sir, ma'am, miss, etc, but daddy/mommy is a hard no for me. I don't mind ddlg vibes, I simply don't like the name. Never gonna judge you for it, though, so do what makes you happy. Hypnotism is a no from me. Same with bimbofication. If you want me stupid, just fuck me dumb or exhaust me in a basement with no sleep. Large age gaps (over 10-15 years or so) are a hard no. Even my pseudoincest leans 'what are you doing step bro' opposed to 'icky uncle'. It's a squick I won't be getting over any time soon. Not big on filth fetishes (sorry, no scat, piss, emeto stuff, etc). As much as I love knives, and don't mind a bit of torture, I avoid all-the-way-through, woundfucking, and vore. Also I just don't like bugs. 🥺

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[ponderosa121]

just stumbled across your pson fics! i do have to ask though, and i ask this with no ill intention, but what draws you to ship martin/malcolm? or watkins/malcolm? i can understand the whump aspect of it, but romance?

I almost didn’t answer this because I think if you really wanted an answer and have no ill intent you’d put your name on it. That said, I like talking about these ships ‘cause they’re my kind of dark, so here is the very long and detailed answer you probably don't actually care about...

First thing though, and this is independent of these ships, but SEX ≠ ROMANCE and half of my martin/malcolm and john/malcolm fics are tagged for rape/non-con for a reason. If these fics were on a bookshelf, they belong in the thriller section, not the romance section. Mine have hopeful endings, but they are definitely not happy endings.

For me, personally, I like the emotional whump of it. I don’t care about bodily injury much, but Malcolm getting all mentally raw and hurty and fucked up from a whole different sort of self-harm by throwing himself on a dick instead of in front of a bullet is my jam. (j/k i like both, but i like the heroism part, not the bullet part like the actual whumpers in this fandom). As overarching themes, I also like exploring a character surviving sexual trauma, asserting/reasserting power over an abusive authority figure, and a lack of self-worth. This is pretty much makes pson and Martin/Malcolm an absolutely perfect storm for me. Martin's fixation/narcissism and how it manifests with Malcolm and wrangling with the issues of similarity to ones abuser is also endlessly fascinating to me.

Here's the chronological breakdown of my works in these ships in the fandom so far and the main themes they explore. If you can stomach darker fics, I hope you’ll give them a try:

still your hand, still your heart - this one was written within the first six aired episodes and I wanted to explore the line between Malcolm as a victim and as a predator. Instead of chloroforming himself to get answers about what happened in his past he (spoiler) opts to drug himself and manipulate Martin into having sex with him. So essentially, he rapes Martin to make Martin more dependent on him than he is on Martin (it doesn't work, they're still terribly co-dependent)

no one to come for you - this is all about Malcolm dealing with being forcibly off his meds, his fucked up daddy issues, and again, somewhat manipulating Martin into sleeping with him. That ultimately backfires and leaves him having to deal with the idea that he might have just endangered more than himself by making Martin even more obsessed with him

the importance of control - this one is a short ABO AU of Alone Time where Malcolm goes into heat while Watkins has him, and the thing I like to write with ABO is subverting tropes, so on top of the Malcolm managing to rescue himself there's also an undercurrent of what that means if Malcolm is truly like his father and what if Martin's entire profile is wrong because he's not an alpha. This is one verse I might return to, because I keep thinking about it

slow if you want to enjoy it - the even shorter gory woundfucking one, which is just touching on how absolutely Malcolm can torture himself in his nightmares and how much he's terrified of his capacity to hurt others, even if they're just dream figures

the world is a curse (it'll kill if you let it) - is the canon-divergent AU from the pilot and the only one of the three in which Malcolm isn't a potentially unreliable narrator and Martin is actually sexually interested in him from the college-era flashbacks. this is more 100% bad choices daddy issues Malcolm, throwing himself in a dangerous situation in order to solve a case and slowly recognizing the awful power he has over Martin

So, there's your long answer, but the short answer remains: I personally like these ships cause I enjoy making Malcolm cry and get wrecked, and sometimes it's not a good cry from getting his ass slammed like a screen door in a hurricane, sometimes it's absolutely destroying his already precarious belief that Martin loves him like a father is meant to.