The Devils Playground

Whoever touches a finger on that pretty head of yours will die. No one touches what is ours. No one will ever fuck with what is ours again.

[ihrisko]

PINNED POST / CURRENT ACTIVITY .

This blog is a LOW ACTIVITY BLOG. My main blog is HERE. This is simply a side project I have been wanting to do for a while. So it will be low activity. 

This is a HAREM / SHARING IS CARING. Meaning all 4 muses will share your muse if you chose to ship. 

Muses || Rules ||

Important Notes

THIS BLOG IS HEAVY IN DARK THEMES. This blog is 18+ only. 

The themes that maybe present on this blog are heavy. They are dark. 

Gore. Manipulation. Murder. Blood. Torture.  Psychological manipulation and abuse various kinks including CNC, voyerisim, knife play, bondage and possible items being put in places. 

I will tag thing’s if people get uncomfortable but this is a MATURE AND DARK theme. The men will be villains and not have soft spot’s unless they take a liking to your muse. Please understand this. THEY WILL ATTEMPT TO KIDNAP YOUR MUSE IF THEY LIKE SAID MUSE AND OR FREAK SAID MUSE OUT. 

As always consent is key in some of these ship’s so that will be talked about with your muse. 

If you can not be respectful please do not follow. 

Updated 9/22/2021 - Loved by Soup / Crowley

[ihrisko]

The hunt is a game in which the boys have always played. Pick someone and make them run. It’s simple enough. Being in NOLA that’s alot of swamp land and other land to go through and honestly that’s half the fun of the chase. 

The person is picked via who’s turn it is basically. All four men either pick all together or individually get to pick depending on whats going on. It’s about every couple of weeks they do this. It is always someone who VISITS OR HAS VISITED THE CLUB. The reason for this is one the mind erase makes it easier for them to get their little shadow magic into someone to make them say come here @ this time and they can do whatever they like and won’t be implicated and have cops snooping around seeing as the person wasn’t actually at the club when they went missing.  

Even so they get away with this mainly because of Damian. His connections in high places over the year’s makes it so their little hunts are swept under the rug every time. These hunts are often time’s the bonding for the guy’s and their perspective ‘little monster.’ This gives them the chance to see what their person is made of. They will not help or get in the way of the person because well, they have to do it themselves. The boy’s will never ever help unless they want too. Because really their motto YOU GOTTA STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET WITH US. 

Granted they are extremely protective and they will make sure nothing happens they also need to make sure their said person is going ot join in their family activity. Otherwise what is the point in having them around. 

[ihrisko]

The nicknames each man holds was GIVEN to them. They raised hell in their homes during a time when serial killers ran rampant. So of course when they raised hell hey got nicknames. 

Cole was always Mortis because with a punch he could kill someone directed in the right place. Cole always scared his father in a strange way’s even before he was a magical being. His rage and anger was always overwhelming when it did come out to the point his parents thought maybe just maybe he was the devil. 

Damian was given the name Vakaz by his father. Since his father knew what he got up too he figured it was a good nickname seeing as though his son. His son is always intuitional and often times hard to get along with. So the name was given. 

Gavin’s name came from the latin meaning of hell. Averno. Gavin is not someone you want to be caught with during the dead of night or some where you are alone. Gavin’s mind is splintered, he would have if he didn’t have his friends become a serial killer in the 70′s. He is not someone that you should be alone with completely unless you know how to handle him. how to real him back in. Damian does and so does everyone else but sometimes. Gavin will be Gavin. 

Riley was giving the nickname Lux by all the pretty girls at school. Light bringer and being of light he was often times the one of the group that got the most women from his sunny disposition and friendly smiles. He was ever the romantic and still is. However touch what is his, he can snuff the light out of you so fast you get whip lash. 

These nicknames are used while they are inside the club. Often time’s they are like maifa nicknames just incase something were to go down no one can pinpoint them. However because of their fame at being rich young men who are single the nicknames just serve as an after thought from the press. Names to be used when they talk shit as the men sometimes find them disrespectful. 

[ihrisko]

The nickname Little Monster was decided upon all of the men for when they do find someone they want to share their world with and that means turning that person into a shadow being when the time is right. 

The nickname serves as the person’s initiation into the group. It will start being used when the group decides they want a person. This person can be male or female. The guy’s do not care about gender of their partner they just care about them interacting. 

Sometimes the nickname is just used to call people into the club as a way to get them hooked on it. And as always the boy’s enjoy the theatrics of it all anyway. 

[ihrisko]

Everyone realistically has a role to play in their group. All four men do well because they all learn from each other and lean on each other when needed. Especially in terms of business’s. They all own many different night clubs across the country basically. A couple international as well. While everyone owns equal shares of said company everyones got a role. 

Damian is the lawyer. He did after all take after his father’s footsteps but not in the most lawyer type fashion. He handles everything BEFORE it goes to trial as much as possible and being he sometimes will also use his shadow magic to help that along. He is also the ‘Alpha’ or Daddy of the group. The person who will attract his eye is always the one who can stand with him IE power couple. 

Cole is the body guard. For good reason. His father was an amazing sherif and well he took after his father that way. He heads up most of the security at all the clubs and hires the bouncer’s and enforcer’s. His job is basically to make sure that no one fuck’s up and hurts anyone else in the club. That being said he sometimes travels a lot going from club to club to make sure it is up to his standards. However he is the ‘Protector’ of the group. He makes sure everyone is safe and nothing can hurt them. The person who will attract his eye is one that doesn’t mind fighting for themselves or what they believe in. Being able to throw a punch doesn’t hurt. 

Riley is the social star. Many know him from his instagram account and the way he hold’s himself.  While he does run the Mafia he keeps as much of his business public for safety and for the fact he does love the spot light. He’s a business man at the end of the day and the branding and building of most of the clubs comes through him. He is the lover of the group. Beautiful people will always attract his eye Ie think of celebrity couples that just scream they belong together. That’s Riley. 

Gavin is the hit man. You need someone taken care of and Gavin has got it. He tends to be unhinged but he uses that in a way that helps make sure he focuses his energy on something. Often times Damian or Riley will have him sent some where to take care of these urges because they don’t want him hurting someone in the club or otherwise. When he get’s on a kick sometimes he can’t stop until the other is dead. The person who will catch his eye is someone who can potentially become as unhinged as he is. won’t shy away from blood. And will draw blood. 

[ihrisko]

-blows the dust off this bad boi- 

[ihrisko]

spitfire💥​:

          𝑰𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆, that does not stunt the storm brewing beneath her flesh. The unhinging of lightning firing through her veins && setting her entire flesh alive with an unbridled want like no other. Mere fantasies coming to life before her eyes && whirling past the stars she sees when Gavin’s grip only serves to tighten on her throat. The flesh wanes beneath his influence, nearly cries out in some desperation as the discoloration has begun its early stages of blooming. Welling up in dark pinpoints identical to the placement of his fingertips. Impressions she won’t soon forget, marks that she can’t be bothered to worry herself with the idea of. Or the lengthy lashes that flutter as though they could slow the flow of time && allow her that breath to steady herself. Visage flushed && yet unabashed.  Dirty little monster.  It sends a shiver up her spine. A mewl looses from her lips.            && then Damian is the next to refer to her as such. Were it not for the current circumstances, it might’ve brought her pause. It might’ve ran its course through her mind && she might’ve pondered, might’ve questioned, why it doesn’t sit sourly against her ribs that swell with shaken breath. All in tandem to the scorching of his lips burning a hole in her soul at the crest of her cheekbone && features angelically comprised. Tangled in shadows && held aloft the grip of men who’d sooner devour her than let her loose. As if she’d ever protest—how long have her eyes wondered or lingered far too long on them? But the thought itself is displaced && replaced with the softest hum at filaments of gold splayed across his fingertips. Never mind the light tug that ensues (the sensation ever delightful across her scalp).           “Please..” It’s a strangled attempt to level with him. To assure him that she’s not lost to the ever enthralling bliss skating across her flesh merely from their touch having descended on her like darkness. That free hand rises to strum the tips of manicure through dark locks just beyond Damian’s ear. Wherefore her form is manipulated into an arch at his will && all at once her lips fall open in a soft gasp. The sound of her heel twisting amidst cushion could be heard the moment touch befalls sensitive bud. She’d hardly even noticed the sound of shredded lace, unconcerned with the act itself as she was what was to come. A reflex would’ve seen her glance down to this instance, to look upon where Cole touched her—she recognizes the rough of his fingers—but instead her eyes never once leave the malachite of the alpha perched above her crown.            All so that when barely concealed, delicate flesh just beyond. Attentive pink taken between lips && skin’s taste settling over one tongue && then another simultaneous. It causes the sound that brewing within her chest to leave its dormancy && reach out to the air on lewd reveal. A moan that’s like a song. The singsong of unprecedented pleasure && she’s not even full yet. Ever set ablaze by touch alone && her body is crying out for more. Singular free hand slips away from the dock larks of Damian to make haste to those of Gavin’s, a grip enforced to brown hair—she dares attempt to grasp at the straws of her stability. Rise && fall of her chest beginning that laborious show once more as she writhes beneath them in the weight of her anticipation.            Moreover when Cole’s words breath across flesh made dewy from his tongue && she shivers once more. At the mercy of them all—hardly able to speak but not necessary.                   After all—her body spoke for her, didn’t it?

Damian thought for a moment watching the way the angel ensnared between them writhed and moved according to the actions of those around her. He enjoyed watching her from afar, guessing every chance he could and letting hums leave his lip’s instead of words he would have actually love to say to her when she fought back against them all. Still. This was the better position than any to have her in for the moment. Their blood all pounding in unison and the need for her out weighing even the hunt for a singular moment. 

“You are very right Cole.” Damian smiled, finger’s that were not holding onto glittering gold tresses slipped into his dress pant pocket pulling out the black phone. He didn’t spare the one pinned a second glance as he started up the video pointing it directly at Gavins lip’s around her nipple. “We don’t want him to miss this do we?” He moved this time, letting go of her head gently, Cole’s finger’s replacing his own the moment they left to make sure she stayed utterly pinned down in this moment. Damian moving towards Gavin who leaned back just enough for Damian to focus on between her leg’s. 

Cole kept his finger’s moving in teasing motion’s around the tight bud making sure the wetness was sufficient before any of them decided to go inside. Gavin was already having issues not going forward, Body taunt and his eyes watching as he let up just enough on the sides of her neck for Cole to smirk. He was going to strike. 

“She’s so wet Riley, can’t yous hear the sound’s she makes when I touch her.” Cole took this moment to place his finger’s directly on the bud, moving over it in languid and lazy motion’s with a smirk up at her. The only time he would probably smile at her for the moment. Cole new Damian was behind him, taping the moment Gavin let loose. 

Which happened as soon as Damian came to angle the camera between her leg’s. Gavin’s hand slipped from her thigh and moved between his own leg’s, pulling himself free with a softer hiss. He knew Cole had his little spitfire’s head so she wouldn’t be able to see him enter her. That was fine. He could watch it back on the video over and over and over again for the both of them. 

“You want me don’t you. Don’t you. Don’t you.” Gavin’s voice was rough, almost gravely as he pushed forward lining himself up with her the best he could. It wasn’t until Cole pushed his finger against her clit did he rush forward, entering her with a sharp moan. Hand moving back to her thigh to grip her hard so she didn’t close around him. Cole had moved his finger back way from her bud moving in lazy circles around it once more as Gavin let her adjust for a moment. “So soft, so wet, so good. So good. So good.” He cooed at her, Damian smirking behind them all making a rough little moan in the back of his own throat. Riley would be mad he missed this but ever grateful for the video he could watch later. 

[ihrisko]

spitfire​💥:

          𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 just as Gavin applies further pressure to her throat. But what could’ve only been a soft breath is elicited into something more. Something louder when electricity rocks through her skin && lusted moan unfurls from the tip of her tongue. Echoing in her own ears && catching her from her guard. Spurred on by his body practically molding against her own. Of the four, she expected no less of Gavin. She expected one day his weight might keep her settled in place while he took his time with her. Call it intuition, call it dreaming; the construct alone is nigh instantaneously fortified when his lips draw so dangerously close to her own Or when his mouth is upon her bosom && drinking deep the vanilla of her flesh. It causes her hips to shift && soft sultry breath to be loosed.            “Wait—” Breathlessly whimpered. Unprecedented togetherness leaves her scrambling to gather herself. The heart pounding so thunderously within her chest. It slams into her ribcage alike caged canary begging to be freed. But any plea might fall on deaf ears as it is now Cole who imposes his touch upon her quivering flesh. Looking up to those that surrounded her && made her feel so impossibly small beneath the weight of their eyes. Beneath the influence of their touch. Confined to the cushion beneath her && lips parting as though to speak just as Cole had.           But he’s not wrong. The words he speaks hold so much truth in them that it made her nearly laugh in some nervousness had it not been choked back by another moan slipping away from her control. Grasping at her will as though it was dwindling to naught before her very eyes. Making her question the heat swelling between her thighs && the rolling sensation of want that caused her hips to roll reflexively just now. All as she looked up to Damien with a small huff as though the breath in her lungs was shallow && lacking. Never mind how she’d not expected to be bound by the men. Shown why she should listen to them even as she so willingly bends the rules or disobeys them via loopholes.            “Damien..” His name comes shaken to the air && she is no less aware of the embarrassment evident across mien. Stray hands reach in search of Cole && Gavin, glancing to their hunger && witnessing it first hand. It causes the palpitations of the heart to increase so drastically. Bred of an unbridled want only now beginning to truly show itself for what it truly is. Guiding the fingertips of free hand to the curve of one of Gavin’s shoulders before reaching to strum the backs of lithe digits against stubble lined visage of Cole. Even as her knees reflexively snap together against Gavin’s leg without truly meaning to, mere thought of what might come enough to spur such response.            Her eyes return to the man sitting at her head at arm rest. This same hand reaching up toward him with glistening gaze. Unsure but wanting. Fingertips daring to gingerly pinch the base of Damien’s chin. “Go right ahead..”

Hand retracted from her thigh moving to rip at his belt buckle pulling it off of him with a slight slap that ended up landing some where in the room with a clatter and clank as if it was the most natural thing. SHARING WAS ALWAYS CARING as his father used to tell him. Gavin didn’t particularly care about the statement until now. Until Cole’s hand was paused on her thigh and Damian was standing over her watching for every reaction. Yeah his little spitfire wanted this all and he was more than happy to give it to her. 

“We never needed your vocal permission little spitfire. Your body gave it willing. Willing. Always willing. Always so dirty. Dirty little monster.” Gavin’s fingers pressed down slightly harder with the hand that wasn’t busying in unbuttoning his pant’s to get himself free. Blood would have been better to mar her skin than his hand prints but this moment it will do. 

“Gavin is right little monster. You where always going to be our’s. Without question.” Damian leaned down brushing his lip’s across her cheek and then across her eye’s fluttering and light as his finger’s ran through her hair giving a little tug against the golden strands. he loved the silky feeling and it was only a matter of time before he knew she would come undone. 

“Do you like having us fuck you. Watch as Gavin does it? Everyone hearing how well you are fucked by 4 men. Knowing you will ache with need when no one is inside you little monster.” Damian looked at her with a softer little knowing smile his finger’s moving up under her chin stretching her back almost across the arm rest as Cole moved closer, finger’s ripping at whatever cloth was in his way before his rough finger’s touched her clit ever so softly. “Yes you love all of us touching you at once. Knowing full well you’ll have all of us coming down your thigh and covered in us when we are done.” 

Cole realized he had never seen anything quite as beautiful as this before. She was stretched out his other two best friends giving her exactly what she wanted. He couldn’t help the need to touch her. His finger upon her clit rubbing gentle circles on the little bud as Gavin got himself lined up and ready. He watched her. Eyes always upon her body before he leaned in and sucked a nipple through fabric moaning at the taste of her. Gavin leaning forward and doing the same to the other one. Cole knew whatever this was, it was possession all of them will possess her by the end of the night tonight. Including the one that got to miss out on all the fun. 

“Tape it for Riley since he’s in the middle of picking someone for the hunt. He will want to see the way she shudder’s around us and moans for us. It will drive him wild.” Cole’s voice was rough as he spoke but he knew his other friend would enjoy this and they could all keep it for later when the needed it. 

[ihrisko]

Everyone realistically has a role to play in their group. All four men do well because they all learn from each other and lean on each other when needed. Especially in terms of business’s. They all own many different night clubs across the country basically. A couple international as well. While everyone owns equal shares of said company everyones got a role. 

Damian is the lawyer. He did after all take after his father’s footsteps but not in the most lawyer type fashion. He handles everything BEFORE it goes to trial as much as possible and being he sometimes will also use his shadow magic to help that along. He is also the ‘Alpha’ or Daddy of the group. The person who will attract his eye is always the one who can stand with him IE power couple. 

Cole is the body guard. For good reason. His father was an amazing sherif and well he took after his father that way. He heads up most of the security at all the clubs and hires the bouncer’s and enforcer’s. His job is basically to make sure that no one fuck’s up and hurts anyone else in the club. That being said he sometimes travels a lot going from club to club to make sure it is up to his standards. However he is the ‘Protector’ of the group. He makes sure everyone is safe and nothing can hurt them. The person who will attract his eye is one that doesn’t mind fighting for themselves or what they believe in. Being able to throw a punch doesn’t hurt. 

Riley is the social star. Many know him from his instagram account and the way he hold’s himself.  While he does run the Mafia he keeps as much of his business public for safety and for the fact he does love the spot light. He’s a business man at the end of the day and the branding and building of most of the clubs comes through him. He is the lover of the group. Beautiful people will always attract his eye Ie think of celebrity couples that just scream they belong together. That’s Riley. 

Gavin is the hit man. You need someone taken care of and Gavin has got it. He tends to be unhinged but he uses that in a way that helps make sure he focuses his energy on something. Often times Damian or Riley will have him sent some where to take care of these urges because they don’t want him hurting someone in the club or otherwise. When he get’s on a kick sometimes he can’t stop until the other is dead. The person who will catch his eye is someone who can potentially become as unhinged as he is. won’t shy away from blood. And will draw blood. 

[ihrisko]

spitefire💥​:

          𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍 that when Gavin seizes hold of her && claims her in his arms, she’s at the mercy of the strength of his chest && the twisted psyche beyond. But even so, she never fails to reserve herself midst said embrace. Carding digits through brown locks, crisp manicure strumming across scalp. She wants to be just as near. Even though she fully understands how unhealthy their closeness is, she can’t shake him. She can’t shake them.           Blood speckling across unmarred flesh, smearing from his imposition. Exposed cleavage && the burgundy lace so scantily adorning torso—she knew it could rile them. Even now as she’s drawn into Gavin’s lap && never considering any form of escape. Not as her eyes stay glued upon Damian, watching him so carefully. The leader of the men who’ve long since caught her in their web. A glance to Cole, a momentary sweet smile to ever attempt to include him in their moments no matter his stalwart disposition keeping him just beyond her reach. Even casting harmless wink his way && sweetened smile. All of which falters suddenly when Gavin manipulates the rest of her frame. No longer upright, sharply displaced by the youngest holding her taut to him.             Until he’s hovering over her. Until his hand shapes around her throat && she swallows against the curvature of his palm. Reduced to silence even though her lips shape around the annunciation that should’ve been his name. Filaments of gold splay beneath her, ample bust shifting && nearly spilling from her singlet tucked into an all-too-tight skirt of leathern obsidian. Heat swelling within her flesh that is only spurred on further by the two that approach her pinned form. Eyes cast up to Damian && then Cole just to the side. Accounting for the hand still curled around her throat whilst she processes what’s unfolding around her.            A shake of her crown && shift is something she hopes is enough to snap Gavin back for a moment, eyes searching his own for some respite as she attempts to speak.            “No.. I told you I have to start loading up my car, tool boxes, wheels, my laptops—the works—sooner rather than later.” Her voice is soft, treading lightly. && the mention of rules causes her to furrow her brows up at Damien despite the softness in a gesture of plucking at blonde filaments to admire. Her teeth chew at a plump bottom lip, hips shifting && stilettos digging into cushion. Some twisted fantasy causes her toes to curl && a tincture of scarlet matching the blood dappled throughout filaments. Anticipation manifests itself as the burdened rise && fall of her chest, breathing laborious. “Of course I remember the rules.. I just have to work, too. We talked about this..”           Soft is the sigh that comes next. Lengthy lashes fluttering against the high apples of cheeks smeared with the blood transferred from Gavin’s affections, eyes of blue contrasting so sharply to the lowlight of this room as though they were aglow. “Is it really so bad I wanted to make sure I got to see my favorite boys..?”

Never was he ever going to press too hard, but it was enough to get her attention. Finger’s pressing down on the creamy column of the throat, pressing on the red veins that dotted under skin. Ah yes, he marveled in the way her body molded against his own, his had removing from her features to grab onto her thigh. 

A shock to the skin. Buzzing through her veins the moment he touched her skin to skin.

A wicked smile curving upon lip’s that he dared the one beneath him to kiss. Shirtless, Gavin was shirtless like always, his body sliding to fit perfectly into her own like the puzzle pieces they all where. Forehead instantly going toward’s her chest, nipping at the skin between creamy swells and red fabricated bodice. 

“No.” Was the words that fell through his lip’s. Gavin wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

Cole moved, thumb brushing against her skin to pull the plush lip’s from bright white moving slightly down her chin over the way Gavin’s hands so delicately held her. Pinned her under them all. Cole’s hand moved over the other thigh that wasn’t captured in his friends grasp before glancing upwards at Damian who stood over him, watching as they descended upon her like predators to prey. 

“Yous would have made time for us.” Cole’s voice was rough, turning his gaze to where his hand moved up the thigh, more buzzing under the skin. His hand stopped right as it came under the obsidian fabric waiting for more direction. 

“Now now little monster. No one said it was naughty to see us. In fact we love that you came to see us. However-” Damian paused, eyes moving to where Coles hand laid and then Gavin’s before a slow thicker than sin smile spread across his lip’s. “even if you do know the rules. You seem to be pushing and pushing every chance you get. So we will have to rectify this course of action.” Damian moved, this time a chair came up behind him, appearing out of thin air, not that anyone was worried about this appearing. 

After all no one could see into this area but she didn’t need to know that. 

Jacket came off first, slow strip of the black fabric that was throw over the seat of the chair. Gloves came next a slow pull of the leather creaking from his skin before he glanced down at her. Electric green mingling with bright blue and another one of those smiles unfolded from his lip’s. 

“Shall we start now to rectify it?” Permission it was wanted from her before anything but they already knew they had it from her. “Cole are you ready? Gavin?” He glanced towards his friends noticing the hungry looks he got in return before sticking her with his gaze once more. 

Splayed out for them. Prey and Predator. 

[ihrisko]

spitefire💥​:

          𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 && 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 is set ablaze. Something about it casts her into excitability && she doesn’t dismiss it. He’s so rough around the edges, not treating her like glass && it thrills her. But she’s come to simply associate such likeness with Cole in general. Hardened evermore. && it shows in the impressions his hands leave around her wrists that causes her to almost wince reflexively. Being so close she could smell the cologne on him && something else indiscernible (death, probably). Words that would come, however, are cut short by his claim of trouble finding her. It’s no strange thing but its delivery almost has her reeling.            “What did I do now? I was leaving!” Not entirely the truth. Her game involved stalling && any one of the men she’s found herself close to would no doubt be able to decipher it just the same. Never mind the strained laugh rattling in her chest as he forces her through the crowd of people. Drawing the attention of a few, perhaps even the hunger of others; she pays no mind && lets none of it invade whatever sanity she has left after coming to terms with the supernatural. All ideologies && beliefs torn asunder && this very likeness pondered on as she glances around at the brick welcoming them in their trek. Until she’s forced into a chair gentler than she was expecting.            Not a word makes it past her lips; the voice that comes sends chills up her spine && goes straight between her thighs. Long fingers through her hair && causing her to almost purr from the sensation alone. Snuffed to naught when his face shows his dismay && exposes the blood strewn across visage. It causes her brows to furrow for a moment, no stranger to their antics. Complacent to whatever happens that she’s not allowed to participate in (intuition gives her a few guesses as to what; she’s no saint, though). No judgement aloft wondrous hues. Half mouthing what did you do? But even this is cut short but the slick of tongue scorching her cheek && causing her to shiver. A haze falls over wondrous blues like clouded coastline. But she answers Gavin at the very least, clearing her throat to do so. “No I was only trying to—”            Cut short again. Words hanging at the precipice of namesake spoken in full. The entirety of her first name traveling across the tip of a tongue that makes her heart skip. Her attention draws instantly in Damian’s direction. Wrists pivoting to splay digits in frustration && disbelief.            “All I wanted to do was see you all before I have to leave in a couple days.. remember? I have a big race in Atlanta this weekend.” A soft sigh, eyes casting askew whilst full lips pout therein. “I wasn’t sure if I would be able to see you all before I left, so..”

Gavin’s body perched on leg’s as he pulled her into his lap. Arm’s wrapping around her protectively even though Damian would never hurt her. Still Gavin the youngest of them all was protective of her, nuzzling his bloodied face against her tanned skin. Openly showing her affection when it was told that he should not. He was always the rule breaker of the group. One lithe arm wrapping another piece of her golden tresses between digit’s marveling at the speckling of blood now upon them. Crimson jewels among gold. 

Cole was leaning against the entrance to the cove, no HUMAN could get in but it was careful planning that led them all to this situation. A glare thrown at Gavin as he gathered up the petite frame of the object of their joined affection into his lap. While he wasn’t JEALOUS he also knew they shouldn’t be touching her as openly as they where not right now anyway. Not when it was so close to the hunt. Gavin of course never cared. It was Riley’s turn to pick tonight which was why the other wasn’t here also hanging on her form like he was going to cry if she didn’t touch him. 

“You can’t leaves us. Can’t Can’t.” Gavin’s voice was annoyed, glaring at her, finger’s wrapping now around delicate column of her throat pushing her back against the love seat they had her perched in. One of his hand’s clasping on her free wrist while he settled himself over her glaring at her. “Not allowed little monster. Not allowed.” 

“Gavin-’ The warning came from Damian, Cole standing back knowing that she wouldn’t be in danger. They all knew it. Gavin’s possessiveness knew no boundaries as did all of there’s. Though Gavin didn’t move and Damian walked up to where her head rested near the arm rest of the love seat. Cole came in next kneeling on the floor. ALL OF THEM TRAPPING THEIR LITTLE MONSTER WITHIN THEIR GRASP. 

“You would have seen us at the house tonight little one. You know this.” Damian’s voice was gentle, soft even. His gloved hand coming down to gently touch her hair were the blood had made a stain. “We wouldn’t have let you leave without saying goodbye or knowing the rules. Isn’t that right Gavin.” Damian looked to the other, who nodded, part of his brown tress falling down into his face over some of the blood that littered his skin. “You remember the rules do you not little one?” It was an expectation that she knew the rules. Stay away from anyone weird or odd looking. Do not let anyone touch you and call the moment you get there. 

[ihrisko]

Muse pages done. Just have to do the rules page and we will be up and ready to go. 

[ihrisko]

The nickname Little Monster was decided upon all of the men for when they do find someone they want to share their world with and that means turning that person into a shadow being when the time is right. 

The nickname serves as the person’s initiation into the group. It will start being used when the group decides they want a person. This person can be male or female. The guy’s do not care about gender of their partner they just care about them interacting. 

Sometimes the nickname is just used to call people into the club as a way to get them hooked on it. And as always the boy’s enjoy the theatrics of it all anyway. 

[ihrisko]

The nicknames each man holds was GIVEN to them. They raised hell in their homes during a time when serial killers ran rampant. So of course when they raised hell hey got nicknames. 

Cole was always Mortis because with a punch he could kill someone directed in the right place. Cole always scared his father in a strange way’s even before he was a magical being. His rage and anger was always overwhelming when it did come out to the point his parents thought maybe just maybe he was the devil. 

Damian was given the name Vakaz by his father. Since his father knew what he got up too he figured it was a good nickname seeing as though his son. His son is always intuitional and often times hard to get along with. So the name was given. 

Gavin’s name came from the latin meaning of hell. Averno. Gavin is not someone you want to be caught with during the dead of night or some where you are alone. Gavin’s mind is splintered, he would have if he didn’t have his friends become a serial killer in the 70′s. He is not someone that you should be alone with completely unless you know how to handle him. how to real him back in. Damian does and so does everyone else but sometimes. Gavin will be Gavin. 

Riley was giving the nickname Lux by all the pretty girls at school. Light bringer and being of light he was often times the one of the group that got the most women from his sunny disposition and friendly smiles. He was ever the romantic and still is. However touch what is his, he can snuff the light out of you so fast you get whip lash. 

These nicknames are used while they are inside the club. Often time’s they are like maifa nicknames just incase something were to go down no one can pinpoint them. However because of their fame at being rich young men who are single the nicknames just serve as an after thought from the press. Names to be used when they talk shit as the men sometimes find them disrespectful. 

[ihrisko]

The hunt is a game in which the boys have always played. Pick someone and make them run. It’s simple enough. Being in NOLA that’s alot of swamp land and other land to go through and honestly that’s half the fun of the chase. 

The person is picked via who’s turn it is basically. All four men either pick all together or individually get to pick depending on whats going on. It’s about every couple of weeks they do this. It is always someone who VISITS OR HAS VISITED THE CLUB. The reason for this is one the mind erase makes it easier for them to get their little shadow magic into someone to make them say come here @ this time and they can do whatever they like and won’t be implicated and have cops snooping around seeing as the person wasn’t actually at the club when they went missing.  

Even so they get away with this mainly because of Damian. His connections in high places over the year’s makes it so their little hunts are swept under the rug every time. These hunts are often time’s the bonding for the guy’s and their perspective ‘little monster.’ This gives them the chance to see what their person is made of. They will not help or get in the way of the person because well, they have to do it themselves. The boy’s will never ever help unless they want too. Because really their motto YOU GOTTA STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET WITH US. 

Granted they are extremely protective and they will make sure nothing happens they also need to make sure their said person is going ot join in their family activity. Otherwise what is the point in having them around. 

[ihrisko]

spitfire💥​:

          “𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔?” 𝑩𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 she doesn’t exactly press. Part of her knows && the rest dares not make sense of it. Sometimes, what Gavin was capable of made her blood run cold. But something about it excited her all the same. A ticking time bomb wrapped in a pretty package. She hums thoughtfully, leaning into the bar top whilst casting gaze askew. Some playful semblance of emphasizing her consideration && putting it at the forefront of expressionism if only to goad his temperament. She knows better than to poke the beast but at oft times she finds the thrill all the more worth it. It’s part of the game she plays that sends the lot spiraling into their own aggravation toward a mortal girl dabbling in things she doesn’t fully understand.            But even so, she bites back whatever retort may come next. Opting simply for standing upright && offering her wrists now joined to feign shackles. Lips pursed, light cant of crown allowing for dim lighting to glint across the highlight strewn across high apple of cheek. Her eyes themselves might’ve even glowed in such lowlight.            “Fine! Take me away. Leave me to rot on the doorstep where I can’t see my favorite boys.” She pauses, laughing brightly shortly thereafter. “Or take me to Averno, I guess. We wouldn’t want him to blow a top, huh?”

Tip of his tongue, tip of his GOD DAMN tongue to tell her. The LITTLE SISTER to them all. Averno knew this and still was territorial from her. It didn’t matter though, they all loved her dearly. She however since had no MAGICAL blood in her could not participate in the antic’s they all shared.  

They were all not sure if she even wanted too. 

He was getting impatient. The tingle up his spine was the tell tale sign that she was starting to get on the shadow’s nerve as well. The one that prowled about inside of him. Inside of all of them. Large hands clasped upon the delicate wrists, clinging them to his chest as he waited for the other tingle. 

Change of plans. 

“You’s in trouble now.” Was all he spoke. His body turning amongst the throngs of people making his way over to the upside down cross and brick overlay that went deeper into the venue. Magically protected was it all but still, this area was off limits unless someone was picked. Cole gently pushed Eva down into a chair, making sure she landed softly so that she didn’t hurt herself. 

It was instant the moment her but planted down into the seat, Averno was right there. 

“My little spitfire.” His tone was cheeky, finger’s grazing through her hair as he leaned into her, wrapping that finger around the golden tresses that looked like gleaming gold. He had blood on his cheek, splatters on his clothing and forehead but he didn’t care. The stoney expression he had was the only thing that let her know he was mad. 

“Where have you been. You been with someone hav’nt you. Tell me. Tell me.” He pushed his features up close to her own licking at her cheek. “Shall we turn your hair crimson with their blood? You would look so beautiful like that.” He wasn’t able to get anything else out. A frown coming from her right side right where she came in. 

“Evangelique. What have we told you about arriving here when you are not allowed too.” The tone was harsh but under it all was a gentleness that was all Vakaz. “Do not even try to be cheeky with me tonight darling little Evangelique.” 

[ihrisko]

spitfire​💥:​

          𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 && 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔; she’d been taken midst some conversation with a being she didn’t know whether they were human or otherwise. In truth, she hardly cared. Coming to terms with all things supernatural—one way or another, she’d find her exposure to it. The boys seemed her best outlet, their club a haven for her to attune herself to the buzz of the unusual. But here he comes, muscle && brooding as ever. It causes taut hourglass to nearly slump, her shoulders cast forward alongside a pout to accompany it once lagoon-likened gaze befalls him. She can’t deny how attractive he seems now, dark lighting && the strength in his jaw. There’s a stray thought, but that’s all it is. Stray && unwelcome.            “Cole, c’mon– I’m getting mixed signals.” After a long moment, form shifts to fully face him. Coyness shifts supple tiers && gives way to rows of enamel. She’s in something far too revealing, so tight it leaves little to the imagination—no wonder the Vakaz wanted her gone. Protective to a fault. “I’m allowed to be here but at the same time I’m not? Not even to mingle??”            She huffs, eyes casting askew && searching the crowd. “Where’s Riley? You’re mean.”

Games games and more games. Cole wants to grab her by the scruff her neck and pull her outside because that is what he was MADE to do. Still as fire blue gazes at him he find’s himself frowning. Taunt lines pulling at his scruffy face and hardened features. 

What the fuck kinda game was she playing now. 

“Lux won’t come save you’s and you’s know it.” The name falling from his lip’s knowing damn well that said male could come and find her but Vakaz was keeping the other PROPERLY occupied while he handed the spitfire. He didn’t have all night and he was bored, so bored of all of this. 

He needed a game and it couldn’t happen with HER here. 

“Come on little spitfire dun make me go fucking get Averno. He’s not gonna like the fact you’s ditched him, AGAIN.” Once was enough to make Averno rage, that was a fun coming out of party they all dealt with together. Averno was territorial by nature and he couldn’t stand the fact their BLUE HUES SPITFIRE would choose someone else over him.

“I spent four fucking day’s cleaning up that mess little spitfire, dun make me do it again. He’s not exactly stables right now cause of you’s.”  He wasn’t blaming her but sometimes family could be complicated.