I wasn't expecting company, but I suppose I could have found a less suitable companion. You seem the easily confused sort, so I'll introduce myself. I can be called many things, but I'll keep it simple for you. Blackheart, son of Mephistopheles and eternal heir to the throne of Hell. Of course, Daddy dearest doesn't think much of me, but his opinion never mattered much to me anyway. I do say you're quite lucky to have found me in a hospitable mood. Don't touch my things, do anything stupid, or get in my way, and we'll get along swimmingly.
[[Indie RP Blog for Ghost Rider's Blackheart, mix of movie, comic, and various mythologies. No gifs are mine unless otherwise stated. Blog may be occasionally NSFW]]
Tracking: princeblackheart
FC: Wes Bentley
Child!FC: Asa Butterfield
Sorry this took so long for me to get to. I can also be found on thesmileclown the most, but I also pop onto captainmaugrim, forgettheexcuses, hills-to-concrete, or missourimechanic. I have others as well, but I neglect them way too much to mention because I’m terrible.
Blackheart pouted and let out a small whimper as she threatened to leave. Now, that wasn’t at all sporting of her, especially when they were right in the middle of one of his games. Honestly, it was getting harder and harder these days, and the prince knew he was going to have to find some more willing companions.
“Positive attention is fine by me,” he replied, though he did not go after her. “Attention in general is the endgame.”
“Figured.” The demon replied. Satisfied with having knocked him down a few pegs, there was no real need to leave. She didn’t entirely believe him, because if he was really fine with any kind of attention, why not try and stop her so he could soak up the praise? Not wanting to give the physical effort? That was a weak answer. “If you want attention so much, why don’t you fuck with some humans? Find some cultist, play around? Or is it too hard for you to play nice?”
“Humans are fine for playing around from time to time, but most of them get boring really easily, and then I end up making a meal of them,” Blackheart replied, still pouting a bit. “Not that I dislike getting a snack out of my boredom, but I’m attempting to try and be a bit more discerning with the things that go into my mouth.” A smug grin came onto the demon prince’s face as he looked Beelz over. “And I must say, I really wouldn’t mind having any bit of you in my mouth, but I get the feeling the only think I’d be likely to taste today is your foot down my throat if I don’t quit bothering you.”
“There are plenty out there, and you’ll never experience them. You are forever doomed to waste away in this miserable realm of your on this wildly spinning orb of doom and misery. Isn’t that just amazing?”
How can I tell if there's a demon in my mist? They are able to walk amongst humans, right?
“The only guaranteed way to know is if you yourself are also a creature of Hell. It’s tacky to say you recognize your own, but that’s the simplest way of putting it. Other than that, we can be very good at disguising our true natures and look just as plain as any other sack of meat that’s wandering around. We could even be that dog you passed by. You wouldn’t know, and I’m not going to give you any clues. I must have some secrets after all.”
She cocked a brow. “Honestly, I wouldn’t care what you did as long as it was as painful as possible. Slow too for that matter so it lasted long. Then naturally tell her why, cause im sure her face in hearing my name would be priceless.”
The beast furrowed his brow, intrigued by the anger the was coming off of her his in waves. There was something supremely satisfying in the sensation, but it also made him curious. He could very well tap into her mind and find the source of all the rage, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me...what exactly did your mother do?”
You want to know? I'd start out nice and slow, surprisingly gentle for a beast like me. But I am impatient and will not tease too much, and soon my kisses will include fangs as I make you bleed as your excitement mixes with your blood I will take you. I'll look you right in the eyes and fuck you as I press my fingers against your throat because I can't have you messing up my concentration with your noise. You'll come so hard you won't remember your name, but you will remember mine.
Tell my muse how you’d fuck them. Tell them your fantasies. Make them horny, flustered–make them need you.
Zoes eyes widened. “I..” She bit her lip. “You’re a fucking tease. Choking is like a number one turn on. Fuck.”
“Oh my god. You’re such a perv.” She laughed. “Well I need those people! Otherwise I don’t have a job and won’t get paid.” She rolled her eyes. “You can cause as much mayhem as you want with me later.”
“Well, I mean, I am a demon, so I don’t know what else you would have expected of me,” he shrugged. “I’m doomed to be vile...not much of a curse though since it’s so amusing. And I will be holding you to your word, so don’t make any promises you can’t keep.”
“Happily,” he replied, deciding he hadn’t the time for any further idle chatter. He’d come here with a purpose, stated it, and now, it was time for him to make good on it. He leaned in and lifted her chin, looking her over with a hungry expression. Yes, she was just what he’d been looking for. Plenty pretty and obviously willing. “Lay down,” the demon said curtly, his hand moving from her chin to rest lightly on her throat, her pulse beneath his fingers.
Jade irises full of slight contempt lingered as he placed his hand upon her throat. He could give it a tight squeeze at any moment if he so desired, and she abhorred relinquishing control. But now was no time to argue. She did as he demanded, lying back for him, all the while chest rising and falling in softened breaths.
As she laid down, Blackheart tossed off his coat. He could have easily just rid himself of clothes with a thought, but he always like this part. The slow build up to exposed skin. Reaching down, he grabbed her shirt and pulled, buttons coming off with ease. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said simply, pushing her legs apart as he more carefully handled the fly of her pants. “And don’t think I missed that look. I sought you out specifically. You should feel honored.”
Brows perked upward, and her lips curled into a soft ‘O’ as she soaked in his words. She softly began unbuttoning her blouse and gave him a playful little dimpled gleam. “Show me what you’ve got.” Rachel challenged. She could have put up a fight, wasted his time longer with chit-chat, but she herself had a long week, and though the snark was still strong with her, she could give her prince what he desired.
“Happily,” he replied, deciding he hadn’t the time for any further idle chatter. He’d come here with a purpose, stated it, and now, it was time for him to make good on it. He leaned in and lifted her chin, looking her over with a hungry expression. Yes, she was just what he’d been looking for. Plenty pretty and obviously willing. “Lay down,” the demon said curtly, his hand moving from her chin to rest lightly on her throat, her pulse beneath his fingers.