Hate me because you want to see my blood spill

{Multi-Chara rp blog Multi-Verse, Multi-Fandom.}


{Mun and Muses are of age}

{NSFW, Triggers, Blood, Gore, Smut, All Here, All Untagged}

{Featured Muse: Aerow}
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"Zion?" Aerow called, walking from the bedroom. "Are you still here?'

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"Huh? Oh, yeah I’m still here. What’s up? What do you need from the King Of Hell?”

Aerows eyes rolled as he ate another candy worm, heading to the living room. “I’ll be on the couch, sitting like a normal being.”

"Oh you’re not gonna join me? How rude…", he huffed as he sipped some water and grumbled.

Aerow frowned at those words, scooting to hang upside down on the arm of the couch, looking at the other. “Sorry if I have up what wings I had for you.’ He scoffed. “I’m kinda grounded.” And then he giggled at his own joke, closing his eyes briefly.

"Dude I can give you your wings back if you want. I rule Hell now. Hell is my domain and no one can cross me…", he growled happily as he landed on the ground and sat next to him. Leaning back, he rested his head in his lap and ate more.

"I’m aware of this babe." He sighed, raising a brow as he watched the other. "You remind me every day." As the other layed back, he thread his fingers through Zions hair, playing with the shorter strands.

"You really don’t want your wings back?", he asked softly, looking at him upside down. "Like if you want to get your ranking back, not my first in command but like really close to that then I can do it. Just tell me and it’ll happy, okay babe?" He smiled at him, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers lightly.

Aerow let his fingers curl slightly around Zions hand as his hand was grabbed, a faint smile on his face. “Wings, I mean, it doesn’t matter. My old ones were ragged, torn, shredded- they were out through alot of shit. I think me loosing them was best four them. And positions, again, I don’t care. As long as we font fight and get drove apart again, I’m chill.”

"How about a new badass pair of wings and a high rank which I assure won’t cause drama?", he grinned as he offered him a piece of chicken.

He chuckled, raising a brow. “As long as there’s no drama.” He nodded, before leaning down and taking the chicken, with his mouth, from the others hand, eating it. “Alright, you win.”


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Schither tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes locked on his friend. “Please. I’ll do anything- I need drugs.”

Alistair sat across from the male, laid back, his left arm draped across his belt line, his other holding a wine glass- he was dressed in best…

Schither sighed as he sat back, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve tried… Staying away. And I can’t. Keep this between us- please. I’ll do anything. Money, alcohol, fuck I can get you twenty whores. Just please.” Yes, he was desperate.

Alistair hummed, sitting up, he stool a sip of the dark red liquid, before licking his lips. “Alright, three deals I can make for you-

"-one, I want all of the pictures, and videos I know he has sent you- if you know what I mean." The smirk began to grow.

"Two, you, or him will be at my feet whenever I please, I can access yours or his body to my pleasure- as a toy, sex toy, or flat out beating."

"Three, your little boyfriend, as a sex salve- he won’t ever know you got the drugs, but it will be kind of a- ‘permission to kidnap and fuck him whenever I please.’ That stands for as long as I supply you with all the drugs that you want or need."

As soon as Ben was mentioned, Schither shook his head, leaning forward. No, his baby wasn’t getting hurt, he wasn’t getting involved. no, he’d rather Ben know about the drugs than this. “No.” H almost snarled. “Anything you need- I’ll do. I’ll be your fucking toy. But Ben? He’s left out.”

Alistair chuckled, “good, now, I want to see you here again in a few hours- I’ll have one of my men bring you what you are wanting, if you aren’t here at seven, exactly, I’m hunting you down myself.” He stood, tossing a pad of paper and a pen down. “Write down the amounts and what you are wanting- I’ll make sure it’s all what you are wanting and at a toxic level- if that’s what you are wanting?”

Schither nodded, beginning to write down everything. He ended alot… sadly. Acid, Molly, Mary Jane, Heroine, Shrooms. All high amounts. God, he knew how bad this was… But he needed it. “I’ll be here.” He muttered, sliding the pad and pen back.


"What do you care if I get hurt?"-Austan

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"I care but… Not as much as I used to.", he murmured as he crossed his arms and looked down. "I don’t want you to be hurt though, you know. I want you to be happy."

Of course, Austan kissed back. He’d missed those kisses. But he grinned as the other continued on, rolling his eyes. “As long as my hair cooperates, we’ll be good.;

"It probably won’t but you’re gonna have to deal with it.", he told him as he kissed him a couple more times.

He whined into the kisses, though nodded. “I’ll just bring lots of hairspray.” He finally mumbled, before giving him a kiss of his own.

"It’s not as bad as people make it out to be…", he grumbled. "I lived in Tallahassee so it wasn’t that bad. I mean it was hot but not super humid either. I think your hair can take it.", he snorted before pausing. Then he kissed him a couple more times and nuzzled into his neck with a content sigh.

"As long as I dont look like a French poodle gone wrong, I’ll be perfectly happy. The heat doesn’t bother me." Every kiss was returned, and he let his arms briefly squeeze around the other, before relaxing to a strong hold. "I missed this." He confessed into the others shoulder.

"It’s not that bad my god… You people." Jay giggled a little before holding on a little tighter. "I did too. Like a lot. Carino is nice company but he’s got his own job and life so he can’t be with me all the time.", he chuckled. "Plus I miss being kissed and I’m pretty sure he can’t do that to me.", he laughed before sighing contently.

"Oh us people now?" He laughed. "Well gee." But his body relaxed again, rocking them slightly were they stood. "Hah, yyeah. That would be uh… Strange." He agreed, nodding. "I missed my cuddle bug."


"Zion?" Aerow called, walking from the bedroom. "Are you still here?'

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"Huh? Oh, yeah I’m still here. What’s up? What do you need from the King Of Hell?”

Aerows eyes rolled as he ate another candy worm, heading to the living room. “I’ll be on the couch, sitting like a normal being.”

"Oh you’re not gonna join me? How rude…", he huffed as he sipped some water and grumbled.

Aerow frowned at those words, scooting to hang upside down on the arm of the couch, looking at the other. “Sorry if I have up what wings I had for you.’ He scoffed. “I’m kinda grounded.” And then he giggled at his own joke, closing his eyes briefly.

"Dude I can give you your wings back if you want. I rule Hell now. Hell is my domain and no one can cross me…", he growled happily as he landed on the ground and sat next to him. Leaning back, he rested his head in his lap and ate more.

"I’m aware of this babe." He sighed, raising a brow as he watched the other. "You remind me every day." As the other layed back, he thread his fingers through Zions hair, playing with the shorter strands.

"You really don’t want your wings back?", he asked softly, looking at him upside down. "Like if you want to get your ranking back, not my first in command but like really close to that then I can do it. Just tell me and it’ll happy, okay babe?" He smiled at him, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers lightly.

Aerow let his fingers curl slightly around Zions hand as his hand was grabbed, a faint smile on his face. “Wings, I mean, it doesn’t matter. My old ones were ragged, torn, shredded- they were out through alot of shit. I think me loosing them was best four them. And positions, again, I don’t care. As long as we font fight and get drove apart again, I’m chill.”


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Schither tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes locked on his friend. “Please. I’ll do anything- I need drugs.”

Alistair sat across from the male, laid back, his left arm draped across his belt line, his other holding a wine glass- he was dressed in best…

Schither sighed as he sat back, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve tried… Staying away. And I can’t. Keep this between us- please. I’ll do anything. Money, alcohol, fuck I can get you twenty whores. Just please.” Yes, he was desperate.

Alistair hummed, sitting up, he stool a sip of the dark red liquid, before licking his lips. “Alright, three deals I can make for you-

"-one, I want all of the pictures, and videos I know he has sent you- if you know what I mean." The smirk began to grow.

"Two, you, or him will be at my feet whenever I please, I can access yours or his body to my pleasure- as a toy, sex toy, or flat out beating."

"Three, your little boyfriend, as a sex salve- he won’t ever know you got the drugs, but it will be kind of a- ‘permission to kidnap and fuck him whenever I please.’ That stands for as long as I supply you with all the drugs that you want or need."

As soon as Ben was mentioned, Schither shook his head, leaning forward. No, his baby wasn’t getting hurt, he wasn’t getting involved. no, he’d rather Ben know about the drugs than this. “No.” H almost snarled. “Anything you need- I’ll do. I’ll be your fucking toy. But Ben? He’s left out.”


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Schither tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes locked on his friend. “Please. I’ll do anything- I need drugs.”

Alistair sat across from the male, laid back, his left arm draped across his belt line, his other holding a wine glass- he was dressed in best…

Schither sighed as he sat back, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ve tried… Staying away. And I can’t. Keep this between us- please. I’ll do anything. Money, alcohol, fuck I can get you twenty whores. Just please.” Yes, he was desperate.


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"I’m gonna dye my hair." Dalton announced, right in the middle of the store. "Any suggestions?"


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"I need more beer." He grumbled, staring up at the tree tops. "And a guy in my arms."


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"Lets uh- not talk about the past." He mumbled, threading his fingers through his hair. "Mkay?"


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Griffin whined softly, squirming on the bed. “Babe!” He finally called out, his hips bucking against empty air. Yes, he was needy.


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Aerow sat on the couch, taking a slow inhale of smoke. “I think- we should make. a pillow fort.” He hummed as he exhaled, looking over at his other. “Do something different.”


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Schither tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes locked on his friend. “Please. I’ll do anything- I need drugs.”


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Crayton listened to the others suggested, and couldn’t help but to smile widely, warmly. Of course, he’d love that. Staying one more night, wrapped up in the other, sharing the affection, the love, the care. No, he wouldn’t mind, not one bit. And if there ever came a day that he did mind, there was surely something wrong. “Yes.’ He finally remembered to reply, nodding as his hands moved back to his lovers back, sliding down to the bottom, before pulling him closer yet again.

"One more perfect night, I won’t mind this one bit." He half-yawned, nuzzling into him. "And I promise, tomorrow morning I’ll eat breakfast." He added. He knew, for the other, he’d need to eat. If the other truly cared so much, Crayton needed to stay healthy, so he could do everything in his power to keep him happy. He needed to stay clean, stay healthy, stay… everything. He needed to rebuild himself.

Zayn felt his heart getting warmer once he saw that smile on Crayton’s face. He smiled back as he slightly raised his back fro tmhe mattress only to allow his lover’s hand totouch him even more. And the feeling was so good that it made him giggle once Cray answered. His moves were still slow as he raised his legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer since close wasn’t enough anymore. He was sleepy and during those moments Zayn could be the sweetest and most cuddly thing with his lover and since that guy was now Crayton Zayn didn’t want to let go.

Their bodies were sharing the same warmth and their hands were still crawling over each other’s skins. His kind hazel eyes looked up to Crayton and hugged him tight as he smiled. He moved slowly his head and kissed Crayton’s lips gently while his hands were cupping his neck. “You better do that…” He teased him in low voice and chuckled. “I need you healthy and strong…” He confessed lovingly before kissing him again. The fingers of his one hand were by now playing with Cray’s hair as he was looking into his eyes, with his legs still wrapped around the other’s waist. This was feeling so nice an right that Zayn could hardly believe it. “What are you thinking…?” He asked in low voice after resting his head back to the pillow since he had left a small kiss on the corner of Crayton’s lips.

Craytons lips brushed against the others before speaking, letting their breath mingle. “About everything.” He finally whispered. “About how life’s gonna be when we get back, about how the gang will react to this… About how easily we’ll take Ace down, about how I’m gonna keep you safe… About how this night is perfect, about how I love feeling you against me… Everything.” And he ended his sentence with a kiss to the others lips, before nuzzling into his cheek.

His body relaxed against the other once again, giving soft hums as his hands continued to glide across the others skin, never leaving an inch untouched. He was almost obsessed, now, with wanting to constantly touch him, to feel him, to jus be with him.


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