☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food.
He reads over the question and sighs, as only one of them interests him enough to consider the option of spending actual time with them. “Considering how the little Entity killer is the only one in need for food, I would steal his. Bitch can have a coffee with me, as long as she is not being dramatic during our “date”, whilst a nice dinner goes to the “cool” one... I have just realized that all three want my head on a spike, oh well.”
If you had to void one of the legion members, who would it be and why? For Entity
"Aww, but I love my little Legion~ ... If I had to void one? ... Joey causes the least amount of drama. I would have to pick him, even if he's not the one I would rather see gone."
“Are you trying to get me killed here? Some of the names I do not want to be overly friendly with and yet doing them harm would most definitely bite me back. And talking about being overly friendly, I would marry Jude ( @midnight-radio-host ). He is my sweet little angel and I do in fact enjoy his company. A cute pet he would make. Maybe I should consider giving him a collar?”
He smiles at the thought, honesty enjoying teasing and spending time making the survivor miserable. The little one’s feistiness always proves entertaining and it makes him think of a small dog that has more bark than bite.
"Moving onto the other Entities, I would Kiss Raq ( @a-cool-entity ). I would prefer them as a roommate, but somebody has to take the kiss and they are the least annoying out of the rest. As for the wine hag ( @ask-the-entity-lovecraften-god ), she can be the roommate.” He sighs not looking overly happy with his choice. “As long as she does not talk much and brings wine, I will be happy with her being around. The final “soft” choice goes to Julia ( @askssstrangegirl ), who I would wrap a blanket around.
“If you are smart, you know what the other two choices will look like. The Executioner can take the fire, it is not like he will die and maybe it will only make him angrier. His trials are always a treat to watch, so nice and bloody. And last, but not least, Faith ( @faithful-survivor ) can take a fall from the cliff. I do not know her in person just yet, so it does not feel like much of a waste.”
skull and bone please!! (he totally scuffed a trial even after sam told him to not let anybody escape, just saying)
[Reward and punishment: Closed] TW: Blood, torture, psychological torture, undead, Entity being a dick, pushing a man’s PTSD, maggots, general horror?
Killers not performing their tasks was somehow a popular concept and finally, he was able to take care of the problem in person. No matter how he tweaked them, how he changed their appearance, they were still human. At least, most of them were and they worked in their limited human ways. There was always a possibility of failure, of their bleeding hearts shining through, but fear and pain worked on them in the same way, as it worked on the survivors. Maybe even better, since for a survivor, it was easy to think that it could not get worse. The killers were almost at the top of the food chain and they were showered down with a range of rewards for their good work. In Bernard's case, his constant unwillingness to kill lead to a punishment.
Samuel entered the camp with his palm up to shield his eyes. It looked as if he was simply covering them from light, trying to get used to the sudden brightness of the campfire after spending so long in the dark forest. His hair might have been the normal dirty blonde, but his iris were gold and the sclera black like the pupils. He smiled and greeted the killer like he normally would and accepted the offer of some coffee and rest. Only once the other had his back turned did he drop his act. A wide grin formed on his face whilst he slowly crept over to the unaware male to wrap his arms around the killer’s waist and hug into his back.
"You have been such a bad boy lately Berny~" he moaned into his ear seductively, his hand sliding down his prey’s chest. "And bad boys deserve punishment."
Before the killer could consider the situation as an introduction to anything pleasant, the Entity pushed him away with enough force to trip him over. The scene changed and by the time Bernhardt's knees hit the ground, they appeared in the trenches. Soil rained down on them from where a shell hit close by and the being in power sighed in content.
"Such a lovely place. I am surprised you don't spend more time here. The atmosphere is more than pleasant." An honest thought he shared with the male who he was not even looking at. Instead, his eyes were focused on the overcast sky and the slight rain coming down. "You don't commit to the trials, Bernhardt. I am here to show you what will happen if you don't change that. I will show you what it feels like to be the survivor. So, run. If you get out in time, I will let you go pain-free. All you have to do is reach your camp before I find you."
The younger male hesitated, it was obvious, and it was not surprising, but it was also short-lived. He got up and ran down the tight corridor, whilst the Entity lowered his gaze to watch him with a pleased smile. It did not take long for the soldier to take a corner and disappear from view taking part in an unfair game. The killer knew the trenches well, but so did the Entity, the being that built them from the other's memories. Bernhardt's past was like an open book to the ruling being, there was nothing he could hide and soon enough he would come face to face with more ghosts of his past.
"I hope you're ready~" he chuckled, his voice reaching the furthest part of the trenches, not muffled even by the rumble of the artillery or the increasing patter of the rain. "Because I sure am."
Blonde hair turned to black and fingers turned to claws, as the Entity moved after its prey not making any sound regardless of the growing puddles beneath his shoes. Normally he was careful about the body he currently resided in, but this called for a show. A ghoulish display, as he allowed more of his natural looks to morph into the human skin, hurting them both in the process. There would be no fun without some pain. And they were not the only ones in pain. He could smell his killer's blood and as it would with a shark, it pushed him in the right direction.
"Already Berny?" he spoke into an empty corridor aware that he would be heard. "I cannot believe you fell into a trap so quickly. Did you think I would make it easy on you?"
His long nail scratched at the vines of the inner walls as he took another corner looking for his victim. There was no real need for haste, the only living soldier of this realm would not get out. Nets of barbed wire blocked some corridors, forming and disappearing, creating a living labyrinth that eventually would lead him back to the Entity. One of such traps had some red proving that it was the one that caught Bernhardt off guard.
An honest laugh turned into a grimace of disgust as a dead rat floated close by. He hated vermin whether living or dead and having one bump against his shin caused a slight shiver. Suddenly the trenches lost their previous charm and only the groan out for help coming from a trapped victim up above restored a smile to his face.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!~" his sweet-song voice rang out once more. How the trenches transformed only increased the excitement he felt. No amount of rain or flooding could change that, as he simply brushed his wet her back and ignored how the shirt stuck to his body." I have a surprise for you, darling. Are you not curious?"
And then he saw him. They stood on the opposing ends of the same corridor. The barbed wire grew out from the ground behind the killer, grabbing hold of the tall walls all the way to the top acting similarly to living vines. There was no real way out. Only straight on into the open arms of the grinning being.
"There you are! I was beginning to worry that you got lost." The being sounded sincere as if they were friends that were supposed to meet up and one arrived late. But then his tone darkened, and the grin only widened ripping flesh at the cheeks to reveal rows of sharp teeth. "Looks like it's my win after all."
Sharp wire poked through Bernhardt's body from the back and wrapped around the front to pull him into the net behind him. It kept him securely in place, as the Entity approached, fangs bared and fingers split to show off the long claws. Two bodies stood up from the depths of the water, both missing an arm each, skin ripped from their face and multiple holes bleeding in their torso. They moaned and groaned with each step, begging for their death.
"I brought you your friends." His voice was much deeper, raspier, demonic even. "Are you unhappy? You should be thankful for this gift."
Another body fell from over the top, hanging on barbed wire mere inches from the killer. It pulled its only limb towards Bernhard and questioned the man, blamed him for their fate, its voice becoming more frantic the more it pulled in the metal to free itself.
The soil came loose from one of the walls not covered by any wines or wood, a hand and face revealing itself, leaving the structure like maggots that filled its mouth. It could not speak, but its eyes showed terror and a plead for help.
The Entity stood in front of the breaking man and observed the blood that trickled down his body, the wire missing any vital organs to keep him living through the life horror display. The being’s long tongue dropped out from his mouth and licked at the soldier's cheek leaving it sleek from the spit. He ignored the cry of the fifth body emerging behind him, his ears only focused on the sounds coming from the killer.
"You are a predator, but you can become prey." He was barely able to speak now, black blood bubbling from his mouth with every word. "You don't want to annoy me further, do you? You are hurting me, Bernhardt." One of his golden eyes turned blue, half of the face revealing pain and fear. "I don't want to have to do this to you… But-" the being coughed back more blood. "You left me no choice.”
“So, apologize. Promise that you will do better. Praise me with each kill, as you paint the realms red with their blood. Prove to me that I have not made a mistake. Because I never make mistakes. You are a true killer. You proved it on many occasions. You killed your friends…” The wires retracted leaving ripped bleeding flesh in its way and dropping the killer to the wooden boards, his weapon lying in the muddy water before him. “You can do it again.”
💬humiliate , degrade, praise. 3 people of your choice.
“Now this is truly a hard one. I honestly am not even sure how to respond to that one. And I have to make my choice in people too? You know how many I have in the fog, right?” He sits down supported by the fog and sighs trying to think of at least the closes group that is the most fun to tease. “Let’s start with praise. There are not that many people that deserve this. I feel like it belongs to either Jude ( @midnight-radio-host ) for being a smart good little thing or maybe to my little Executioner ( @thegentlebeaky ) for constantly providing me with a sweet cocktail of emotions. I already am busy humiliating my two Sams ( @unwilling-survivor & Surv!Sam ) and I plan on keeping it that way. Whereas for degradation... Possibly the other Entities. There can be only one at the top after all, wouldn’t you agree my sweet little thing?”
TW: Mentions of physical torture, non-con, adult content, misgendering, victim blaming, bastard being a bastard
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"Have you heard of the blood eagle?" a bodiless voice suddenly spoke from the fog revealing that Jude was not alone in the forest. A strong hand gripped at the survivor's nape and pushed him into the closest tree. The tip of a knife was pushed against his spine, but it did not break skin just yet. "It is a punishment method used by the Vikings. They would make an incision along the spine and break their victims' ribs. Then, they would pull out the broken bones and lungs to stretch them out in the shape of wings. A bloody sacrifice to their god, Odin."
The blade was moved down from the nape to the hips over the spine cutting through layers of material with ease. It was only through a godly intervention that it did not damage any. After all, it was not what the being in power wanted. They planned to scare the poor survivor and take off his clothes. Nothing more. Yet.
"I was thinking; if I would do it to you, my sweet angel, you would have wings of your own" the Entity sounded excited about this revelation and the tip of the knife returned to Jude's back, cold metal against warm flesh. "But the problem is that red does not fit you. Whilst yes, it would look nice on your pale skin, your wings would have to be perfectly white."
With that, the knife disappeared, and the Entity moved in closer, pressing his hips against the survivor's bare back. He rested his hands on the bark on either side of the survivor’s sides, trapping Jude between the cold body and equally cold tree. No longer holding onto the back of the other's neck, he allowed Jude some freedom of movement. Only a tiny bit, that would permit the survivor to push back away from the tree which would, in turn, lead to their bodies connecting further.
"You are one of my favourites, Jude" the older purred with delight into his ear. "But you have trouble with following the rules. I told you the woods are a dangerous place. You keep on venturing in by yourself. A man can get the wrong idea. Are you actively seeking me out, my darling?"
His cold hand moved towards his victim’s hip, under the damaged material and up to one of the survivor's breasts. An exaggerated gasp left him, as he gave a cautious squeeze.
"Naughty boy!" he sounded appalled, yet it was all just an act. He knew everything about Jude and his past. There was nothing that could be hidden from him. "Or should I rather say girl, Elizabeth?"
A satisfied grin spilled onto his face, whilst the survivor tried to fight back. Jude's elbow almost connected with the body behind him, but red strings stopped his arm mere inches from his target. Even if he fought against his bonds, the strings were stronger and forced his wrists together before wrapping around the closest branch to keep him in place. The tension forced the survivor’s body into an upright position and made him stand on the tips of his toes.
"Come on baby girl, where are your manners? Fighting is not lady-like. What would your mother say if she saw this?"
Jude was not allowed to answer. More strings of red formed a signature convenient gag that filled his lips and prevented any words from spilling. The only sounds which interested the Entity were either moans of pleasure or screams of pain. He wondered which would fall from the other’s lips first.
Whilst the radio host may have expected pain, torture, the blade’s return, it was a kiss he received instead. The cool soft lips gently connected with his nape and palms continued to wander, exploring the body they never had a chance to touch before, not in such a way at least, and the Entity loved every single inch of the bare skin.
“I am going to fuck you” he whispered into Jude’s ear as if it was a secret. “And you are going to love every second of it.”
The Entity licked at the male’s neck and sank his teeth into the soft flesh. He could not help it. He craved for the body shivering before him and the frustration of having to wait forced the bite, the mark. It was not the same as the last time. There was no flesh torn, there was no blood either, but the outline of teeth was visible. Mine, passed his mind as he watched Jude.
The palm moved lower to Jude’s belt. There was nothing that could stop the Entity. Nobody to walk in on them and convince the being to not undress the survivor further. No words that the other could speak to prevent what was going to happen. Even trying to kick the Entity would not work, as more string would keep him securely in place. And so, the trousers pooled at his ankles together with the underwear. The Entity licked at his fingers and the cool hand returned to Jude’s stomach, but it only did so to slide down towards the pubic bone and continue further in between his thighs.
At the same time, his free hand fell over Jude’s eyes and his lips returned to the survivor's nape. The spit caused slight tingles as soon as it connected with the skin, comparable to a soft electric current. He sucked and licked at the side of the neck, pushing Jude’s head towards his shoulder for easier access. His hand slick from his spit slowly rubbed up the radio host's clit before moving down to repeat the motion.
"I will make a real woman out of you. Maybe even take you as my bride" he whispered sweet promises into Jude’s ear, taking a short pause from marking him with hickeys. "I bet you would plead for me to do it if you could speak, but I don't need your words to know what you want. I know you so well, my sweet little angel."
Tasting his skin was pleasurable, but not satisfactory. The entity wanted to experience more from his new lover, which forced him to hook his finger into Jude before bringing it to his mouth. He licked and sucked on it with a pleasured hum, the need for more only growing stronger. The hand on Jude’s eyes was replaced with a thick red ribbon, taking away his ability to see for longer, as the being turned him around so both could face each other.
"So beautiful, so sweet. You are simply perfect, my dear. I cannot get enough of you. I want to experience more of your body. I can, can't I?"
Even if he asked for consent, he did not wait for a reply which would not come regardless. So certain that Jude would want him, he did not even consider the chance of hearing a" no". Kneeling, he stared for a short while at what was offered and breathed a warm breath into Jude’s crotch.
"So tempting" he moaned out and kissed the thigh. "Everything about you. You, coming here, being such a pretty sight, tasting so sweet. All of this was your plan, was it not, Elizabeth?"
Unable to wait any longer, he rid the survivor of the confines around his feet in the form of shoes and hanging clothing. This allowed him to perch Jude’s leg on his shoulder and lick carefully at the exposed crotch. His tongue curling up with each stroke and his eyes closing to focus fully on the task. Slow torturous licks came one after another, the Entity having all the time in the world. Every so often the tip of his tongue would push harder onto the sensitive nub, forcing the hood to reveal more of Jude’s clit out for teasing.
Suddenly the licking stopped. To the blindfolded victim, it might have felt as if the Entity gave up, but then the being sucked the flesh on the inside of Jude’s thighs causing red bruises to appear. Each mark was followed by a gentle kiss and a hum of appreciation. To the Entity, they looked like beautiful roses on a bed of snow and they showed that Jude belonged only to him. That he alone could please his little angel. He knew the survivor's body, knew what the other wanted, he could increase Jude’s sensitivity to touch and was willing to make use of it all. Who would make you feel better than I can, fell through his mind.
There was a movement from the kneeling body, his arm shifting ever so slightly as the Entity's thumb spread Jude’s swollen lip and the skilled tongue entered the moist cavity tasting the juices within. It was quickly replaced with a finger, then two, as his mouth returned to the other's clit. He sucked ever so gently, but whenever he pushed his tongue against it, it was done with more force, fingers thrusting in and out in time to the movements of his mouth.
It did not take long for the body to react. There was even no need to become more forceful, as the soft flesh contracted against the long fingers and the restricted body convulsed. He slipped his fingers free and lapped up the overflowing juices as if they were the only liquid he had in his mouth for days. His hand held onto the leg preventing the radio host from escaping his current position. The Entity was not done with him just yet, making use of the oversensitive body. The sounds passing through the tight gag were beyond divine and he was not ready to lose it just yet. Not until the body tensed for the second time.
"It seems you are enjoying yourself, my sweet Jude" he purred and kissed the thigh again before setting the leg back on the ground. The ribbon fell from the survivor's eyes and the strings loosened ever so slightly, still keeping him upright, but letting his soles touch the ground. The Entity stood up and kissed him through the gag, whispering soft praises of how well the other behaved, what a good boy he was. How he was sorry for having to treat him that way. That it was only because he cared and did not want Jude getting hurt. He pushed their bodies close and the survivor could feel the bulge rub against his leg. "But do not worry, we are not done just yet."
(Crossed Junko the-entity-child "Your toes hand them over and give me all your sake!"
“My... Toes...? Well I have never taken you for a foot fetishist, but to each their own” he shrugs. “I have no sake, but I do have some wine if you prefer. Sake just tastes foul regardless. You might as well just eat some burned mushy rice and it will give you the same effect.” @the-entity-child
“Oh thank god this one is not fluffy. And in fact, it is rather easy!” he laughs and doesn’t even need a second to think of the answers. “I would punch the Pig for recent rude behavior, but I must add that this would be soft compared to what I have in plan. I would pinch Sam and I am sure we all know which part of her body that would be. I would also slap Jude... Also, you can guess where exactly my hand would land.”
