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@destroyerofwxrlds
"God doesn’t love you…
Not like I do.“
[An Independent Outlast 2 RP Blog]
[If you hadn’t noticed, I am not active over here anymore at all! But I am still writing, now over @hereticalmother . Give Val a follow! She’s just as fucked up as Smoothie, I promise]
"God doesn’t love you…
Not like I do.“
[An Independent Outlast 2 RP Blog]
[If you hadn't noticed, I am not active over here anymore at all! But I am still writing, now over @hereticalmother . Give Val a follow! She's just as fucked up as Smoothie, I promise]
nicksaxual:
Behave? Act out? The creature didn’t comprehend the meanings of these phrases. He blinked away the blur in his eyes, staring up at the source of the soothing voice in confusion, but he nodded. He had to, had to get free at all costs.
The restraints loosed and the creature immediately pulled his newly freed arms around himself, whimpering, shivering, teeth chattering; his skin was so unbearably cold it almost burned against the tepid air.
Another warm tear spilled out of his eye and splashed onto his cheek; the surprise of this sensation was enough to startle the creature out of his panic for just a moment as he brought a trembling hand to his face, letting the liquid roll onto his finger as he stared at it in bewilderment.
Smoothie was quick to uncuff Nick, watching as he shivered and clung to himself in his fear. He turned, grabbing a nearby blanket, then hesitated; sudden movements would do him no favors. Carefully, he took a step closer, Nick once again within reach. Only once Nick could make sense of what was to happen next, he wrapped the blanket around his creation's shoulders.
He held the edges of the blanket together over Nick's heart, knuckles grazing his bare chest. His chest was still cold to the touch, but not as cold as he'd been only minutes before; his extremities were likely another story. Still, the range of movement he already had in his wrists and fingers was a good sign. The blood was circulating properly.
“It’s okay… You’ll warm up soon. Your cardiovascular system is still waking up."
He released the blanket, letting Nick hold it for himself, and took a small step back to give him some room. "Can you stand up for me..?”
It was almost a guarantee that Nick would be unsteady on his feet after so long without using his muscles. But, Smoothie was ready with outstretched arms, whether Nick needed to cling to him for balance from the start or whether he'd stumble and need to be caught. "Take your time… I won't let you fall."
nicksaxual:
Nick knew the pain was coming, and yet he gasped and sucked in air through his teeth when the needle pierced his skin the first time. He didn’t want to give Smoothie any more satisfaction of hearing him in pain, though, and he held his breath and pressed his lips together tightly as Smoothie continued to stitch the wound closed.
The creepy little fucker didn’t work quickly, either; he almost seemed to be savoring the experience. The pinpricks of pain around the edges of the wound were slow but relentless, one right after the other, and on the final stitch Nick couldn’t bite back a sharp groan.
“God dammit,” he growled, clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms.
With just a touch of pressure, the needle pierced into Nick’s flesh, thread pulled tight, pierced again. His movements were slow and deliberate, dragging it out as long as he possibly could while still being efficient; no mistakes, no unnecessary wounds, simply slow, calculated, precision. Crimson blood dripped down Smoothie’s hand. Nick was lucky he didn’t need a transfusion; stitches were absolutely unavoidable.
His only regret was that it was over so soon. Nick’s cursing alone was enough to make Smoothie wish it could go on just a little bit longer, wish he could inflict just a bit more pain, just enough to make Nick really squirm, but… there would be time later.
He stuck his hand into the shallow bathwater, blood swirling and diluting into a soft pink, and gave Nick’s thigh a squeeze that would have been reassuring if it were anyone but Smoothie. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
His hand was off Nick’s thigh before Nick could act on any urge to retaliate, running more water into the tub. While he had him corralled, it only made sense to try and scrub away the persistent smell of sweat and booze that clung to him like a cheap perfume. It wasn’t like he was in any position to resist.
nicksaxual:
Nick grinned bashfully, his cheeks and ears growing warm as the cuffs emerged from the little black bag. He stepped closer to where Smoothie sat so he could embrace his boyfriend again, planting a kiss on his jaw.
“Hmmm, so are those for you or for me tonight? You seem like you have a plan.”
He had a feeling he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Smoothie say it.
Smoothie watched his boyfriend with an adoring smile, his excitement masking how nervous he really was. Everything needed to be perfect for Nick, after all; he’d been planning this for too long for anything to be out of place. Still, it certainly didn’t show on the outside. On the outside, he was calm and collected, nothing but smiles and carefully calculated moves.
“You’re a smart boy. I think you already know who’s in charge here.” He gave Nick a gentle pat on the cheek, condescending yet playful, and one more quick kiss on the lips before his tone dropped to something more serious.
“Undress for me.”
I’m not angry with you, I was being playful. I stabbed you with my fun knife
[ok i’m trying to get active again and i straight up don’t know what i owe on anymore
if we have a thread going that you’d like me to respond to, please send me a link to your last reply
OTHERWISE, hit me up if you’d like to start something new!]
❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format ! tw for violence, blood, mature themes. send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! )
[ deck ] your muse decking mine in the face.
[ punch ] your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.
[ pin ] your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.
[ straddle ] your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.
[ scratch ] your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.
[ bite ] your muse biting mine.
[ turn ] your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.
[ wall ] your muse pinning mine against a wall.
[ snarl ] your muse snarling / growling at mine.
[ curse ] your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.
[ tug ] your muse gripping mine’s hair.
[ kick ] your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.
[ point + gun ] your muse holding mine at gun point.
[ point + knife ] your muse holding mine at knife point.
[ mock ] your muse mocking mine.
[ sweep ] your muse knocking mine off their feet.
[ grab ] your muse grabbing mine forcibly.
[ shoot ] your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.
[ stab ] your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.
[ break ] your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.
[ strangle ] your muse choking mine out.
[ shove ] your muse shoving mine forcibly.
[ bruise ] your muse making mine bruise.
[ under ] your muse shoving mine underwater.
[ attempt ] your muse attempting to kill mine.
[ bare ] your muse baring their teeth at mine.
[ threaten ] your muse threatening mine.
[ spit ] your muse making mine spit blood.
[ bleed ] your muse making mine bleed.
[ burn ] your muse burning mine.
[ corner ] your muse cornering mine.
[ throat ] your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.
[ challenge ] your muse challenging mine.
[ cut ] your muse cutting mine.
[hi i’m not dead!
but i am a supervisor at one of the few businesses open during the corona quarantine
shits been crazy
regular replies will resume,,, soon? hopefully]
In case you didn't hear, the 2nd season of Happy! will soon be available on Netflix in the States according to Brian Taylor on twitter.
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paraphiliapet:
It took everything in him not to focus on the silent war seemingly going on right in front of him, to ignore the increasingly awkward atmosphere as he began to slowly grind against the poor man’s lap. Cole’s skin flushed dark at the encouragement, and while his dance partner still seemed less than enthused, Cole could practically feel Sonny Shine’s eyes on him.
After another nervous pause, Cole draped his arms around Smoothie’s shoulders, more for support than anything else, but it certainly didn’t help ease the awkwardness.
But if that wasn’t enough, Sonny was there again, all but whispering in his ear, and Cole wanted nothing more than to apologize to Sloothie for him. He didn’t know either of them, but he already felt so bad for the man who’s lap he currently occupied, he wanted nothing more than to help, if he even could’ve.
Avoiding looking at the celebrity at all costs, Cole only nodded, trying his very best to ignore the words themselves.
Smoothie remained tense but, also, remained outwardly calm. Nothing to encourage Sonny. Nothing to encourage Cole. It seemed to go on forever. Eventually, though, he found himself no longer trying to hide how much he hated it, but trying to hide how much he didn’t.
Cole was warm; soft. Human contact was so rare, especially like that. When was the last time Smoothie had brushed skin with another human being? Recently, probably, but it wasn’t the same. Pushing a victim around was one thing. Having someone else initiate the touch, as though they could stand to be around you, as though they didn’t hate every second of it- That was rare. It was all so humiliating; exactly what Sonny wanted.
Of course, Cole was doing it for his own reasons, unrelated to Smoothie; either money or fear of Sonny or both, the same reasons everyone did everything. But… it didn’t really matter. It still met a need he’d forgotten, awoken a feeling he’d stopped missing years previous.
But, it was subtle. Smoothie stayed calm. No indication that he was enjoying it. No indication that it was having any effect whatsoever. As far as Sonny could tell, it was going to take him awhile to crack. Fortunately for everyone else, Sonny wasn’t a patient man.
Sonny stood from his seat, already moving in the direction of the bar. “Okay, well I’m getting another round of drinks! You lovebirds get to know each other.”
“Fuck…” Smoothie cursed, breathing out a sigh of relief. The situation was still far from ideal, but… Sonny no longer breathing down his neck was a breath of fresh air.
“I hope you are getting paid well for this bullshit.”
Closed Starter for Benny; @paraphilliapet
paraphiliapet:
If Benny had been mad before this entire shit show of am evening, now he was downright furious. Or at least, he would he, when he finally woke up anyway. He’d seen chloroform used enough to know that waking up from it wasn’t a fun time, but this was even worse than he’d imagined. His stomach was in knots, his memory of the entire night spotty at best.
But the worst part of it all, was realizing that not only was he not alone, but that his captor was a whole lot closer than he first thought. The weight on his chest was the first thing that tipped him off, but it wasn’t up until he finally opened his eyes that he realized just how fucked he really was.
Now, call him stupid, but up until that moment he’d held onto some level of optimism that this was all some kinky game, maybe a fling that missed the mark. But, Surprise surprise, it wasn’t.
No, no this was so much worse.
But he couldn’t panic, he knew how to handle creeps like this, it’s what he did after all. “What? What the actual fuck is going on here?” His words were slurred, but the venom behind them was unmistakable, an underlying threat should the stranger choose not to run with his tail between his legs.
Benny was really in no position to be asking questions. But, if he wanted to talk so badly, Smoothie would let him. People talked too much when they were nervous. It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ Benny would give Smoothie more information to use against him, but a matter of ‘when.’
“Introspection would serve you well right now.” Hand went to Benny’s cheek, briefly stroking it with a certain air of condescension. It was a shame Benny was gay. Straight men always got the angriest about his invasion of personal space. But, he’d work with what he had. Benny’s masculinity still seemed awfully fragile, anyway.
“I am sure you’ve done something to warrant this reaction. Go ahead. Make a guess. Who would want to hurt you?”
Send my muse a 🕯KINK⛓ and they’ll rate it!
scale: not today satan | fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now
[For multi-muse blogs please specify muse]
nicksaxual:
He shook his head, much more quickly this time. His rapid heartbeat echoed the sheer panic that coursed through his veins. His hands clenched into fists, his teeth chattered. He ventured to open his eyes slightly; his vision was blurred, and the room was bright, but he could see someone standing over him, smiling warmly. It answered no questions and only made the creature more tense and afraid.
He shivered, little bumps forming on his arms and legs, his hairs standing on end. His vision blurred further; his eyes were beginning to water, whether due to his newly invigorated bodily functions working on overdrive or due to the overwhelming experience of emotion. A tear rolled out of the corner of his eye and splashed onto the cold metal table.
He was done asking questions; the important ones had been answered, after all. His new concern was easing Nick’s growing panic. “It’s alright, don’t worry. You’re doing great.”
He looked over Nick’s restraints, hand following to trace over his wrist. They surely weren’t helping with his panic. He seemed more frightened than angry, but he was most definitely stronger than Smoothie and probably dangerous. Still, he couldn’t keep him in handcuffs forever. They had to come off eventually.
“If I take these off will you behave..? If you act out, they’re going back on.”
Closed Starter for Benny; @paraphilliapet
@paraphiliapet
Beady eyes focused on his victim; focused anywhere other than the interior design of the room, really. The outdated 70’s aesthetic really wasn’t even cool in the 80’s, letalone the present day, and the shag carpet, likely unwashed since it was first put in, was a breeding ground for bacteria.
Blankets and pillows had been pulled off the bed and neatly stacked in a pile, replaced with a large sheet of plastic. The canopy remained on the bed; it would get blood splattered, but it could be burnt. It would keep the blood off of everything outside the bed, which would ultimately make things easier when it was time to clean up.
He’d been so easy to catch. All it had taken was a few texts pretending to be Cole, apologizing, begging to meet up. He’d camped out behind Benny’s house while the meeting was meant to take place. When he’d arrived home, furious about Cole standing him up, he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been looking over his shoulder, hadn’t been careful enough.
Once the front door was unlocked, it was easy for Smoothie to take control with a chloroform rag.
He shifted on Benny’s lap, still straddling him like a sleep paralysis demon, adjusting his latex gloves just slightly to make sure his sleeves were protected. He wasn’t too concerned about Benny’s potentially violent reaction upon waking; his victim was restrained to the bed with wrist and ankle cuffs. It was just a matter of waiting until he did finally wake. Which, judging by the way he was beginning to stir, would be at any moment.
