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@hellishad-blog
PM: Ad, my master found out and wants to punish us. Please tell me you are claimed now? He can't punish you if you are claimed. - Casey
PM: i’m not claimed… he can’t do anything worse than what i’ve experienced in the past.
@krovscasey
PM: Ad, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t want you to be dragged into any punishment. But my master has his ways of finding people.
PM: i won’t be hiding, i’ll be in the undercroft.
PM: Ad, my master found out and wants to punish us. Please tell me you are claimed now? He can't punish you if you are claimed. - Casey
PM: i’m not claimed... he can’t do anything worse than what i’ve experienced in the past.
@krovscasey
PM: Tell me what you want to do to me? - Kaleb
PM: i would want to push you against any flat surface and fuck your tight hole until the whole castle could hear youUNSENT PM: or eat you out after reinhardt’s done fucking you
@krovskaleb
krovskaleb:
PM: Think you are strong enough to hold me down yourself, handsome?
PM: of course (:
bradleyxharper:
Slightly breathless with a touch of lust, the fae let out a little laugh, pushing his auburn curls back out of his eyes for a moment as he tried not to stare too much at the other slave. “I’d.. I’d really like that, yeah,” he murmured softly, wetting his lips ever so slightly at the feeling of Adhest’s skin against his own. “This way,” Bradley said with a smile, taking hold of the other’s hand so he could lead him through the crowd and out of the entrance. “I know somewhere quiet.” Making sure the way was clear, he led Adhest down into the Undercroft, a place which he knew would be pretty much empty considering everyone was at the party. “Is down here okay with you?”
Adhest smiled a touch at his laugh. It was nice, cute. The other looked a tad flustered and he was staring a bit. He smirked slightly, letting his hand drop from the other’s body. ❝ And maybe I can teach you some things as well, ❞ he added softly, barely inaudible, as his hand was taken. He followed quickly, just a few steps behind the other to admire his amazing ass in the panties. When he was brought down to the Undercroft, he was expecting it to still have the noise and the annoying, prying eyes as it usually did. And though he hated the Undercroft, he would bear with it for the possibility to see the other dance.. Or something else. ❝ Perfect, ❞ he murmured, pulling the boy towards him. ❝ So how about you show me some things. ❞
Things didn’t work quite like what the slave wanted because as soon as he showed his feisty side, the master’s interest grew fast. He chuckled then shook his head. “I wish your words are true. So at least I could give you the satisfaction and show how irritated and bored I am at the moment.” When he spat on his chest he held him by his chin so he could steady him. “You’re gonna have to do better than that beautiful. Because that just turned me on.” He tilted his head on the side and he began to kiss along the slave’s neck. He knew his hands landed on a very wild kind of slave, different from the usual soft and cute ones. Those innocent baby face that could only satisfy him on a short term. “I like beautiful flowers, but the ones with thorns are what keeps up my game.” He then held him in there as he got a taste of his salty skin. He assumed from the filth of Undercroft and he loved the monstrosity of the other. “Your blood must taste so fucking good.”
He thought for a moment he might’ve angered him, he might’ve pushed him away a little bit, but as soon as the man grabbed his chin, he knew that wasn’t the case. At his words, he growled slightly, trying to move away from his kisses, though the man had a hold on his chin and there really wasn’t anything he could do with his hands. His face twisted and he growled some more, he was more than a mere thorn. He was a whole fucking bush of thorns. At the mention of his blood, he mustered up all his strength and he twisted out of the man’s grip, moving so he could get away, ending up on the floor. ❝ Don’t even fucking think about it, fuck face, ❞ he growled, his hands tightening into fists. ❝ You can fucking choke. ❞
11-11: What’s something you want, but feel like you will never have?
❝ Freedom. Happiness. A home. Love. ❞
It’s anon hour time!
To participate in the inbox games, simply reblog this post or post a link to your character’s inbox. Afterwards send as many asks to other players as you like, anon or not.
Inbox Game 1: Heroes and Villains starters
|FOR THE HERO| “You’re not getting away this time!” “Your tools are impressive, but they can’t beat natural born power.” “Don’t you ever grow weary of the same routine?” “You’re a monster.” “I must say, of all the people I put behind bars, you’ve got to be the worst.” “I don’t want to play your sick mind games, I’m not one of your victims!” “You can’t control me like you can your little puppets, can you?” “Ugh, I feel bad for whoever has to sort all this mess out.” “I’m just…tired. I’m tired of everyone’s lives lying on my shoulders.” “Why can’t these people just learn to take care of themselves?” “I enjoy my work, I’m a savior! I wouldn’t trade that for anything!”
|FOR THE VILLAIN| “What’s the matter, are you afraid of me? Good.” “I have to say, you are giving me quite a bit of trouble.” “You’re about to piss me off, brat.” “Come on, you can get out of that, can’t you? At least try.” “Go on, at least put on a show if you’re going to challenge me.” “Now that I’ve got you, what should I do first?” “Relax, kiddo. Not everyone’s out here for mass murder or world domination.” “Why do you always have to ruin my fun?” “Why did I turn bad? Why do heroes ask such insane questions?” “You don’t need to understand me, I don’t WANT you to understand me!” “Not everyone can be pulled into the light, hero.”
Inbox Game 2: Late night self reflective asks🌙
cosmos: What’s one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with? galaxies: What are three things you want to do before you die? waxing: What is your proudest accomplishment? waning: What is your biggest regret? full moon: What type of person do you hope to be? contemplation: If you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like? night light: Who/what makes you feel safe? ponder: What do you want to do with your life? midnight: Are you a different person late at night than in the early morning? candle light: Are you an indecisive person? reflection: Have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else? sweet dreams: Are you happy? nightmare: What are you most afraid of? constellations: Who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop? reminder: Who is someone you will never forget? 11-11: What’s something you want, but feel like you will never have? shooting star: Who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions? earth: Where do you feel most at home? soothe: What’s one thing that always makes you feel better when you’re upset? slumber: What’s one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?
ferdinandvalencia:
Ferdinand removed the gag rather quickly, not liking the fact that it was on during such an event he felt the men could all be vocal. “Well I wouldn’t want to take you away from this hot guy who wants your blood.” The vampire played along and laughed. “We could go on that stage over there and I could have an edging session with you?” He hummed before piercing his fangs through Ad’s neck and taking his drink.
Adhest chuckled gently, humming. Edging? He wasn’t sure what that was, but it sounded submissive and he wasn’t about to be seen as some little sub slave. He frowned for a moment, but his train of thought was interrupted when he felt the man’s fangs in his neck. He let out a loud groan as he grabbed at the man’s head, his eyes closing. ❝ F-Fuck, ❞ he whimpered, nails digging into the man’s scalp. ❝ W-Warn me next time, fuck. ❞ Not that he was complaining, something secret and dark inside him loved the feeling of someone feeding from him.
casper-magnusson:
The vampire wasn’t expecting the slave to react the way he did, not many people were willing to break their own finger but Adhest did it. “Wow slave, you’ve impressed me.” He purrs and licks his lips, looking at the slave in a different light now since Adhest seemed to be just as crazy as Casper. “That probably hurt, would you like me to fix it for you?” he asks as a hand goes to run through the boys hair.
Adhest blinked. Impressed him? It meant to let him go, it meant to scare him off, it meant to show that he was fucking insane and to not fuck with him. He growled slightly, looking down at the floor. Goddamnit. When he was asked if he’d like the other to fix his finger, his eyes shifted to his face before nodding curtly, eyes closing slightly as his hand runs through his hair.
Brodie smirked at the man’s response and he licked his lips slowly as he pulls off the male’s cock. “Please what slave? You want to cum?” He says innocently as he wraps his fingers around the length and pumps his cock slowly, teasing the tip with his thumb.
When Brodie pulled off his cock, Adhest groaned in protest, frowning down at the man. He whined as the other jerked his cock. Though he wasn’t close yet, fuck he wanted more. He wanted to be buried inside the other already, he wanted to fuck him until he screamed, he wanted pain. ❝ Let me fuck you... Please. ❞
bradleyxharper:
The fae was definitely curious about any dirty things people had said about him; Bradley would no doubt have to make a trip to the undercroft at some point just to see who was actually interested. The slave was too busy focused on Adhest to care much about what people had been saying about him though, moving a little closer to the other male. “I.. fully approve of your choice,” he said with a teasing grin before letting his brown eyes roam over Adhest again until he was distracted by the question. “Oh– uh, yeah, kinda. I’m more of a gymnast-ballet type though. Flexible.” He smirked. “Do you wanna dance? Or would you rather get outta this bar for a bit and go somewhere quieter?”
Adhest noticed the man staring at him, so he shifted so that practically everything was in view. He chuckled at his words, humming gently. ❝ Well, thank you, ❞ he purred. He liked the way Bradley was looking at him, he liked the way all the slaves looked at him when they were paraded in by their masters, though he didn’t like the way the masters stared. Like he was some meal. He smirked as well at the word flexible; he’d like to see just how flexible the other was. ❝ We can get out of here and you can show me some moves, ❞ he murmured as he stood, running his hand down the boy’s bare side. ❝ Lead the way, gorgeous. ❞
ferdinandvalencia:
Ferdinand nodded his head as he looked at the gag. “Well here, let me get that for you. Get over here.” He motioned for the man. The vampire knew this guy was only here to do his job and the way he looked was familiar. Ferdinand couldn’t tell right away only because of the gag, but when he noticed who it was, he had to give this man a smile. “Hey, you’re that one guy I met just recently. The one who said guys talk about me in those naughty ways. If you’re not busy I can show you some naughty things.” He teased.
He smirked from under the gag as he was told to come to the man, doing as he was told. He moved close to Ferdinand and as soon as the gag was off, he grinned at the man, pushing his hair out of the way. ❝ Well, a hot man just asked to drink my blood, but I’m sure I can make room for some naughty things, ❞ he teased back, tilting his head slightly. ❝ What kind of naughty things? ❞ He was curious and he really wasn’t willing to be whisked away by this hot man just to have him do some vanilla shit to him.
Brodie snorted around the others length and continued to suck on Adhest’s length but wanting to see how much the other was actually into pain, Brodie started to blow him while his teeth scrapped along the others shaft, seeing how the other responds to it.
When Adhest felt the man’s teeth along his shaft, he groaned loudly, hands tightening in his hair. He wanted to buck into his throat again, but he controlled himself, letting his head roll back and his eyes close. ❝ Fuck, ❞ he mumbled under his breath. ❝ Please. ❞
brokenrebel:
Dantri moans softly underneath Adhest’s words, the boy squirming at each and every thought, knowing full well the hellhound may do any of them to him. He starts to grip the other slave’s thigh, squeezing it whenever he felt Adhest’s voice ghosting stronger over his neck. “I … I would,” he whispers in a desperate voice. Dantri wasn’t one to ever say those things, but he adored it when others doused him in disgusting words and vile thoughts. He was quickly getting overwhelmed and wanted Ad to do more. There’s a quick glance to the crowd around them, just a couple vague, curious eyes turning, but nothing of major note yet. Still, Dantri knew just how noisy he tended to be, and he tucks himself against Adhest tight while he thinks. “You … You have all of me, sir. Please.” Dantri pulls himself out from under him, moving his hands up to Adhest’s shoulders and planting them loosely there. “Please,” he repeats. “Take me. For—For all of them to see … See who I belong to,” he murmurs last of all, almost feeling traitorous at his own remark. Then again, deep down he knew the main reason he was being so disobedient to his actual master was to get his attention, not unlike a spoiled hound, and not out of any distaste or aggression.
Adhest knew deep down that this wasn’t just some fun game to play. That Dantri was doing all of this for a reason. It was entertaining, sure, but there had to be a reason. Especially out in the open like this, not that Ad minded, truly, he got off on it was much as Dantri did, but it almost made him a tad sad. The sadness was distracted by the obvious arousal, however, so he didn’t even think twice about it. He smirks at his admission, knowing damn well he would. He didn’t even glance at the other men, simply keeping his gaze on his prize. Something twists in him as he’s called sir, causing the hellhound to hum gently, tilting his head. Something else twists, something deeper than just arousal at his last remark, though he pushed the feeling down, a smirk plastered on his lips. Swiftly, he moved so that Dantri was on his back on the fountain’s ledge, Adhest between his legs, his cock straining in his leather shorts. His eyes searched his face for a final yes or no, though he would stop even if he was milliseconds from cumming and Dantri didn’t want anymore. He wouldn’t hurt him again. ❝ We can stop, ❞ he whispers into his ear, leaning down to mouth at his lobe. ❝ I can take care of you in a more private place. Or just bring you back to Oliver. ❞ Though he didn’t want to stop. He had wanted to be inside Dantri for a while now, he just hadn’t had the chance to do so, especially not after the somewhat tender moment they had.
krovsmurdoch:
Seeing how the younger hybrid was struggling before falling flat on his face, the gargoyle can’t help it but to let out an amused chuckle. He crouched down slightly to look at the slave, the rather wicked smirk still plastered over his face. “Is that a promise? Because I do love a real good fight the most. You sure you’re not just all talk kind of guy, cutie?”
A growl bubbled in his throat as the man laughed at him, struggling against the binds. He contemplated simply spitting in the man’s face, but he knew damn well he’d just kick the living shit out of him, especially bound. ❝ I’ve killed over a thousand men with my bare hands, ❞ he growled, though not at all to be intimidating, just to state the fact. ❝ Call me cute again and it’ll be a thousand and one. ❞
