He knew that his interest in Maddie was starting to fade, but his attention shifted to Daniel.
The desire to have him burned inside his chest. His hands hitched with the desire to give him everything, to have him be his, to keep the naive teenager in a glass case so nobody could put their filthy hands on him.
With time, his obsession started to bloom into something sick and violent.
Like a natural disaster, Vlad swept Danny’s family out of the picture (alive or not) to force him to always be next to him.
And Danny…
Danny is ill.
Ill because Vlad separated him from everybody, because he doesn’t make him fulfill his obsession, because he is punished, and because Vlad always seems to want more from him.
He wants so much more that, soon enough, Daniel turns out to be a disappointment.
The standards started to become too high. Etiquette, isolation, training, and the draining of ectoplasm were starting to wear him thin.
But having him it’s not a total waste of resources.
Vlad could always try for a new heir.
Tim forces himself not to snarl in disgust as he sees one of the guests slide his hand around the teenager next to him.
He sees his hand squeeze the kid’s shoulders as the poor boy’s eyes start to space out.
That slimy smile was something Tim had seen too many times, and he subtly brought it to the attention of the whole family.
He saw Brude get Masters's attention, making him lose his grip on the young boy, as both Cassandra and Damian got him away.
Now, it was Tim’s turn to do something, as he slipped away from the crowd to do some research on the man.
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Tadc ep 8 spoilers, content warning for discussion of sexual violence concerning jax
Maybe i'm reading too much into it, and i kinda doubt they would go there, but the way Jax's torment went about read as Very sexually violent to me. Like being gripped by the ears (hair) and then forcibly stripped, while all the people he actually cares about laugh at him, and then the way he like. Clutches the shreds of his skin to himself is very similar to how you'll see victims in media holding the remains of their clothes?
Idk i feel like theres layers to it, like the flashes of the real world from jax's pov in episode 7 have been interpreted in a lot of ways, for me personally I've always seen it as him running away from something, and that's why he's so hedonistically violent in the circus, bc it's a form of escapism (ie the circus, while awful, was significantly better to him than his irl situation.) We also haven't seen abstraction from the pov of anyone else whose abstracted, so we don't know if him being naked is normal?
Idk theres a lot of things that can be read as just jax being...jax and being deeply insecure, but theres this extra layer that I cant really ignore? Like him being so particular about touch, usually him initiating, rejecting the touch of others, Almost allowing himself to be comforted by pomni's hug in ep6 b4 he starts going insane abt it and pushes her away. The punishment in ep 4 where hes like. Yanked around and pushed up against the TV the first time i watched it also read as violent, with sexual implications as well. The maid dress? Idk the like implications of forced exposure that makes him Severely uncomfortable before he forces himself to get over it? I feel like that could all go either way. I'm sorry if this is worded weird I was trying to be delicate in my explanation of why I was reading it this way.
Idk am I the only one seeing this? Please feel free to discuss in the replies, just be polite pls bc this is my house.
TW: SA, Sexual Content, Non-Con, Abusive Relationship
18+ (MDNI)
Summary: After spending years hiding your secret relationship with Vox, one smile from a man tied in a chair is all it took to realize you were worth so much more.
Notes: Y'ALL I'm sorry this took a dark ass turn! I went into this fic with no idea on where it would lead me. I guess this is where we are. Let me know your thoughts.
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Part VII -> Part VIII
Vox seemed more tense than usual. Sitting in the back of the limo between him and Alastor was suffocating. Neither one of them talked, or even insulted each other. In fact, they wouldn't even look at each other.
Playing the part of Vox’s lover, you sat just a tiny bit closer to him and wrapped your arms around his biceps, feeling his taught muscles. True to your words, you were dressed in that blue satin dress he requested which hugged your hips and showed your legs and cleavage to the world. You paired it with champagne colored pumps, and a gorgeous white mink fur coat. Your hair pinned nicely in an updo with diamond earrings dangling to frame your face, completed the ensemble.
Even when Vox picked you both up, he was in awe of your radiance. You looked just like one of those famous Hollywood bombshell actresses he used to dream about as a teen.
“Hey darling?” You asked, trying to get his attention.
Nothing.
“My love?”
Still nothing. He just continues to glare out the window.
“Vox?”
You noticed the reflection in the window that he just blinked at the different buildings that passed by. Did you maybe say something that upset him? Was he still mad at the TV incident?
“Vincent?” At you calling him by his real name, he turned to look at you with eyes wide in surprise. “I'm sorry if you're still mad about the tv. I promise it won’t happen again.”
His eyes softened into a familiarity. He gently slid his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers together before looking back out the window. You were so confused by his behavior but the warmth from his hand brought back the happy memories you two shared. If only it had lasted longer. You truly did love his caring side. Was it even real? Who was the real Vox?
Looking to the other occupant of the vehicle, you see Alastor's ears were pinned back as he glared at the passing scenery. He was once again “tied” to a chair that miraculously fit in the limo. He looked positively miserable. You felt that irresistible pull towards him again. If it weren't for your charade plus the conversation you had earlier, you would have tried to comfort him.
Ultimately you chose to just look straight ahead, until finally the limo began slowing and the connector window rolled down.
“Mr. Vox, sir, we have arrived.” The driver rolled the window back up before stepping out to open the door for Vox.
Never letting go of your hand, he lifted himself out of the limo and turned to help you next. He flashed you what seemed to be a genuine smile. It was the warmest smile he had given you in years. For a brief moment, he wasn’t Vox. His eyes were Vincent.
Stepping out of the limo, your heel caught on the lip of the door causing you to fall forward into Vox’s arms. He caught you effortlessly. Steadying yourself against him, you looked up into his eyes. For a moment, you could see a blush form on his screen before a flash of light burst to your right, disrupting the moment.
Suddenly, Vox's face distorts into an arrogant smile. The mask officially has slipped back on. He shifts your body to face the cameras that continue flashing while slipping his arm around your shoulder. Leading you up to the glowing light of the restaurant, you were overwhelmed at the continuous flashing of blinding light and people screaming questions at you.
Behind you, one of Vox’s cables was hooked around Alastor in his chair, and was pulling him along. Once inside the restaurant you realized you were holding your breath. The restaurant itself was much more calming with warm lighting, with soft music playing as couples slowly twirled around the dance floor. The crystal ceiling of the obviously upscale restaurant was something to truly behold. In your entire lifetime, you could never afford to step into this world of luxury, and somehow Vox just tossed you in.
“May I take your coat madam?” Next to you a man dressed in a black tux offered his arm for your fur coat. With a subtle display, you slowly peeled the coat off of your shoulders, revealing your collarbone and shoulders. The loss of warmth formed goosebumps on your skin.
Unknown to you, the two men accompanying you were staring at the way the newly revealed skin glowed and the budding of your breasts seemed to peek from your dress in the cold room.
Nervously, you wrapped your arms around yourself in a shy manner, effectively pushing said breast further up. It only intensified their gaze. Vox adjusted his bow tie and reached forward offering his arm once again to escort you to your table. You three were offered a table in the VIP section. It was a velvet type booth that curved on one side with high walls. Dimly lit. Intimate. Secluded.
“I must say doll, you look appetizing,” Vox whispered to you as he guided you into the booth. He sat and moved close to you. Under the table his arm wrapped around your wait, and rubbed your hip in slow deliberate circles. Vox’s cables roughly pushed Alastor in on the other side. Sitting across from him now, you could see he was irritated. His ears were still pinned back and he was glaring daggers at Vox. His glare only intensified the more Vox touched you.
His intense gaze moved over to you. It softened slightly, but the passion behind his eyes never wavered. It made you hot under the collar. To distract yourself, you looked down at the menu. There were so many foreign words that you felt overwhelmed again. “I’m not too sure what I want for dinner,” you voiced.
Before you could object, Vox plucked the menu from your hands. “Don’t worry doll. I ordered a special menu for us to enjoy ahead of time. Tonight is about rekindling our relationship. Plus, now that the secret is out, I want to enjoy showing you off,” he said as the arm wrapped around your waist suddenly started teasing your arm with a fingered claw. “Tonight is all about you and me.” You shuddered at the feeling.
It had been so long since he touched you like this. Slow, and deliberate. Even though you were playing games according to Alastor’s deal, and Vox had hurt you numerous times, there was still a part of you that was turned on by the man.
Just then a waiter came by with a tray of figs that looked to be wrapped in prosciutto. “Oh wow. They have food from earth here!” You exclaimed, barely able to contain your excitement. “ It’s been so long since I’ve had anything from earth. Figs were my absolute favorite. How did you know?”
You looked up into his face, eyes beaming wide. He couldn’t believe how radiant you were, at the mere sight of something small like figs. There was a natural ease that washed over him as you smiled up at him. “Lucky guess I suppose.”
VOX POV
What was happening? His heart couldn’t stop beating in his chest. This wasn’t the plan. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way with you. It was all just a game…
So why did it feel so warm to see you smiling like this? Why did it ache when you looked away from him? Why did his anticipation heighten when you picked up a fig and took a bite? Why did his breath become more ragged as you slowly licked your lips savoring the juice from the fig?
He didn’t know why, but he wanted more. He wanted to adore you, and shower you in affection, but sitting across the table was the reason why he couldn’t. For some unknown reason to him, Alastor had taken a liking to you. He had heard your little deal you two made, but then why was Alastor almost protective of you? Even if his plan was to make Vox fall in love with you, why was Alastor getting so close to you?
It pissed him off.
He was brought out of his thoughts when out of the corner of his eye, he saw the small journalist he paid to have smuggled into the restaurant. Show time.
He looked towards you as you had just finished the fig, when he stopped you from grabbing another. “Here doll. Allow me.” He held the fig up to your lips. Making eye contact with him, you opened your mouth slowly offering yourself to him.
FUCK! You put the sin of lust to shame.
Slowly he pushes the fig inside your mouth and watches as your eyes close in bliss. Your tongue teases his fingers as you bite into the fig. A moan escapes that deliciously sinful mouth of yours. “How is it [y/n], my love? Is it enticing?” He growls.
YOUR POV
Opening your eyes, you are met with eyes that hold such raw desire. Under Vox’s gaze, you felt utterly naked. It was thrilling.
“These are some of the best figs I’ve ever tasted. They are so juicy and sweet,” you cooed. “I’m rather thirsty though.” You reached for the glass of water, your hands slightly shaking.
“Of course, we are being rude. Alastor, why don’t you have some. Enjoy the festivities.” Vox proceeded to push the tray of remaining figs towards Alastor.
“No thanks. I don't really care for aphrodisiacs.” He glared at Vox before moving his eyes over to you. You were too busy drinking water to hear what he said.
Cutting the tension, another waiter came by and placed individual plates of grilled scalopps, caprese salad, bamboo rice, and for dessert, a classic chocolate soufflé.
“Mmmmm! This all looks delicious Vox,” you said, picking up your fork, and knife.
“Anything for you doll-face. Please, let go and enjoy yourself,” he said with a smirk on his face and leaning close to you.
The flavor of the dinner was exceptional. In the many years you have been in hell, you had forgotten how delectable earth food was. It made you feel good.
•SA TRIGGER WARNING•
Suddenly, the room began to spin. You began panting heavily, and your body felt hot. Your skin tight dress suddenly felt too tight, and you couldn’t help the ache between your thighs.
“Everything okay, doll face?” Vox asked in his demon voice.
Looking in his eyes you see a darkness overcome him. This fucker! You knew he was capable of some sick shit, but you couldn’t believe he would go so far as to drug you! You were going to kill him.
“No. Ughnnn….” You couldn’t help grinding your hips in a wanton display. “V-Vox. You…You did this,” you said in a breathy voice. “What did you do to me?” You let out little moans as you felt his hand land on your thigh.
“Just wanted to help you loosen up a bit, doll.” He suddenly pulled you up, and positioned you with both legs on either side of him. You were essentially straddling him in the middle of the restaurant. “I’ve been waiting to see you like this all day. Now that we're public, let’s make it official.” He began rubbing his hands along your thighs and up your sides to cup your breasts. The noises you made only stirred him on.
At his touch you ground down into him, feeling his hard length along your clothed cunt. A groan left his lips, and he thrust upward wanting to feel more. “B-but Vox…uhn…what about…ah~our guest?” You said, trying to get him to see reason and stop. But regardless if you convinced him or not, you couldn’t control your body anymore. You were dry humping him in front of Alastor. Even if Alastor, miraculously, found it in him to care about you, you didn't want it to start like THIS!
“Haha..Ha~Give him a show, doll-face.” At that, he flipped the end of your dress over your ass, fully exposing you to Alastor. He began kneading your supple cheeks in his hands, while grinding into you. “Fucking look at her Al. She is so needy. Such a fucking slut for me. I don’t care what deal you made with her, her body will always be MINE!” He slapped your ass at that, causing you to let out a loud moan.
“V-Vox. I’m embarrassed. Please…ah~” another slap resounded on your red cheek.
“No no no. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. You are a goddess, doll. A true vision to behold in the throws of passion. Let’s show these people what true power looks like.” At that he pulled you closer and kissed you roughly. You continued to grind yourself on his lap, as he fought for dominance of your tongue. He bit your lip and you let out a whimper submitting yourself to his control.
You gasped as you suddenly felt your panties ripped away and two fingers slide against your growing wet heat. He played with your clit, rubbing in small fast circles. You didn't want his love like this, but your body was reacting anyway. His other hand reached up and pulled your hair back, detaching you from his mouth. But not for long. As he descended on your exposed neck, he licked and sucked causing moans to escape your mouth.
He suddenly flipped you around so you were spread wide for Alastor to see. “He may be all calm, cool and collected, but deep down, he was a man once too. You never forget those desires. I want you to look in his eyes, as I play with you. Show him who alone can make you feel this way.”
He reached up and ripped the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts. Your nipples taught from the cold air hitting them. You threw your head back as his fingers pinched the buds. “Good girl. So sensitive. So alluring. Tell me, should I fuck you right here in the restaurant? Make you cum across this table in front of our guest?” You tried fighting the feeling of arousal that soaked your pussy. Tried to fight Vox’s fingers as they delved back to continue their assault on your clit.
But as you continued to look at Alastor, you felt even hotter. The fire in his eyes ignited your arousal more than any touch Vox could give you. You could see him also fighting his urges. His claws were digging into the arms of the chair, and he was breathing heavily. Whether that was rage or arousal, you were unsure.
ALASTOR POV
Alastor was left as a spectator, and while he was furious Vox was touching you so brazenly, he couldn’t help the growing erection in his pants. Seeing your supple breasts bouncing as Vox’s fingers made work of you, made him ravenous. He imagined it was him causing you to make those depraved noises.
“A-Alastor…ah~” your voice cut through his thoughts, and he looked at you with eyes wide in surprise. For the first time tonight, he looked directly in your eyes. Tears started falling down your face. “P-please look away…”
For the first time in his life, Alastor felt disgusted with himself. Here he was becoming aroused by you getting taken advantage of in public. He cast his eyes downward and tried concentrating on controlling himself. Due to the deal he made with Vox, he couldn’t exactly jump across the table and fight him. He had to control himself.
The table shook causing Alastor to look up. Vox had placed you face down on the table, ass hanging off the side. The sound of his belt unbuckling and the zipper of his pants could be heard. Vox grabbed your hair forcing your face up to look at Alastor’s.
“L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅK̵̢̛̛͉̳̫͔̺̱̗̫̽̉́͋̾́͂͛ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕ Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ! She is my toy to play with Al!
You’ll never get to have her…I’ll make sure of it.”
Vox suddenly thrust forward and sheathed himself inside you. You let out what only could be described as a scream and a moan. Alastor could only sit and watch as you were fucked against your will. As he saw the tears rolling down your face, he swore once the deal was broken, he would kill Vox, and make him pay for this.
The table kept shaking and your moans continued to echo throughout the restaurant. From the corner of Alastor’s vision, he saw the scrawny little journalist, taking photos while stroking himself to the scene unfolding.
At least there was one person he could hurt.
Black tentacles started forming around the journalist before grabbing him and silencing him. His body was ripped in half and thrown across the building towards a bunch of cannibals sitting at a table waiting for their food. His tentacles grabbed the video device the journalist was using and stored it away for later.
YOUR POV
“Ah~ Vox. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you moaned. Vox was pushing your head down on the table, simultaneously lifting your ass in the air. He slammed into you ruthlessly from behind. His pace never lets up, in fact, it only increased as the coil in your stomach tightened. “Vox! Please…” You couldn’t control your words anymore. Your body became a whore for Vox.
He groaned at your words, and began pounding into you mercilessly. Your moans pitched. “FUCK! Oh FUCK! Baby you’re so tight. Oh SHIT! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum inside you. Turn you into my little cum slut! You want that baby? You want me to breed you?!” Your body couldn't take it anymore. You let out a high pitched moan as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs began shaking and your eyes rolled back into your head.
“OH FUCK! AH~ SO TIGHT! Here it comes baby!” With a loud moan, he filled your cunt with his seed. You could feel his legs shake with aftershocks from his orgasm. Pulling out of you, you could feel his cum leaking out of you and down your legs. “I’ll get that,” he said, using his finger to wipe his cum up before pushing it back into your sopping wet cunt.
You continued to lay on the table face down in shame, as the tears wouldn’t stop. Your sobs were soft, and quiet. But the radio demon could hear every one of them,
i wanted to share my story because while i may write about my experiences in my fics, it sometimes feels like i don’t always have a voice.
the first time i was sexually assaulted i was 13.
i was wearing green jeans, black converse, and a jacket. i was in the library for homework helper and was sitting next to my “boyfriend” and another girl we knew.
we were talking and i put my hand on his lap, this was not to initiate because i wasn’t the kind of girl who had the confidence to do so and i also was a huge goody two shoes.
he said “no” so i immediately moved my hand away and he was upset that i did so i put it back and then we both were playing around because he was pretending to be mad and i was teasing him about it.
he then asked if he could touch me to which i said no. he kept asking, pleading, and my answer stayed the same.
“no.”
but he didn’t care. he slid his hand up my shirt and grabbed my breast. he then asked if he could touch me again and i was frozen… i still said no and he then slid his hand down my pants..
i didn’t understand what happened to me but i knew it felt wrong. i told my mom later on and she told me what happened..
while some of his friends know because i told them, he still went on and hurt another girl i tried warning. idk about his whereabouts now but i hope he’s doing horrible.
i was later with a different guy.
he raped me twice.
the first time we were already intimate, i was 16 and we were in my parents house in my room.
i expressed my interests and disinterests already and without asking me he penetrated me (toy).
i said “no” and moved my hand back to push him away but he didn’t stop.
i felt embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted and after a day completely forgot of the event because i was only 16 and my brain couldn’t understand what happened to me.
what i did notice was signs of withdrawal.. i didn’t want to see him, id get nervous, my body was tense, and i was anxious but i didnt know why.
we had sex three times and the third time was when he raped me (second incident).
as we were beginning to do stuff, i moved and told him “it hurts”.
he grabbed my hips and said “you’re running from it relax” while continuing to penetrate me.
i blamed myself because i let him.
it kept hurting and i thought i could endure it, that’s what i told myself.. but it was too much.
i was normal at first.. i didn’t understand any of it until after him and i broke up and i read something that reminded me of the first event.
the first person who found out was my bsf who explained to me it was wrong. i then brushed it aside until over time the weight became too much.
it wasn’t until recently that the memories came back and i was diagnosed with PTSD.
i spiraled for months.. sometimes i still do. i cry uncontrollably, i feel dirty when i get flashbacks and remember his hands on me.
i also don’t know about his whereabouts, but i truthfully hope he rots in the slowest most agonizing way possible.
i am actively getting help. therapy, my mom knows and those close to me.. but i wanted to share my story because i do have a voice and even though i couldn’t use it then i can now.
this is also a reminder. you’re. not. alone.
if you have a similar story, i want you to know your voice matters too my love.
“why did i stay ?”
i used to ask myself that a lot, it’s called trauma blocking. when you’ve experienced a certain amount of trauma your brain will block it out as a means to keep you alive/surviving until you’re in a position where you can slowly recover.
if you or someone you know is experiencing something similar please be patient with them and yourself.
the brain is doing what it can to keep you/them stable
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The intimate scene in Obsession was NOT a s#x scene. It wasn’t consensual s#x, it was quite literally just s@. If you disagree, argue with the wall because there is no way you believe that it wasn’t literal r@pe.
If you are not stable enough, please consider on waiting to read my stuff till you are feeling better.
A drawn idea probably happening around the 2 act I think, once you decide to romance him.
I always thought that something very extreme must have happened between the player and Astarion during the nights, especially with the background knowledge of how much experience Astarion must have had. Maybe the combination of bonded tadpoles and satisfied hunger help him, but after his confession, I could imagine that something much more eye-opening could have happened between the characters. The possibilities are endless, I enjoy playing around with that!
The worst guy you know who makes fun of his guy friends when they get emotional, says boys who get preyed on by their female teachers are lucky and hates queer men is gonna be saying “Happy men’s mental health month”
