#Twisted Affection

[unforgivenn]

DIALOGUES FOR MANIPULATIVE WHUMPERS !!

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"You know, I've never felt this way about anyone before. You're special to me."

"I can't stop thinking about you. You've completely captivated me."

"I love you in a way I've never loved anyone else. You're different."

"I love you so much, it hurts me to see you in pain. But it's for your own good."

"I only hurt you because I care. I want what's best for you, even if you can't see it right now."

"If you really loved me, you'd understand why I have to do this. It's because I love you that I have to push you."

"I love you, but you have to prove yourself to me. Show me that you're worthy of my love."

"If you do exactly as I say, I'll show you just how much I care for you."

"I love you more than anyone else ever could. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"Those people who say I don't love you are just trying to tear us apart. They're jealous of what we have."

"You're just confused right now. Trust me, I know what's best for us. I love you too much to let you make a mistake."

"Oh, darling, I hate to see you suffer. But you know I only do this because I care about you."

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, but you left me with no choice. It's for your own good, believe me."

"If you really loved me, you'd understand why I had to do this."

"I need you to trust me. You're the only one I can count on in this world."

"Don't you see? We're meant to be together. That's why I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep us together."

"If you behave and do as I say, maybe I'll consider showing you some kindness."

"Prove to me that you're worthy of my love, and maybe I'll let up on you a little."

"You'll earn my affection when you start acting like you deserve it. Until then, you're on your own."

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Short and Sweet

The storm outside raged on, the gloomy skies a perfect reflection of the weight pressing down on Sam’s chest, making each breath feel like a struggle against an unseen force. The relentless wind howled, bouncing off the walls of the old cabin, a mournful sound that mirrored the turmoil swirling within him. The crackling fire in the hearth flickered intermittently, casting warm shadows that danced across the dimly lit room, but it did little to chase away the chill that seeped into his bones. He wasn’t quite sure if the icy tendrils wrapping around him were the result of the frigid air or the anticipation coiling like a tense spring in his stomach.

Sam found himself wrapped snugly in a soft blanket on the worn-out couch, its fabric comforting yet insufficient against the oppressive weight of his thoughts. He attempted to focus on the flickering flames, tracing their erratic movement with his eyes, trying to find solace in their warmth. Yet the sound of Dean’s boots echoing on the creaky wooden floor behind him shattered his concentration, plunging him into a whirlpool of unsettling emotions.

“You’ve been quiet,” Dean murmured, his voice low, thick with an undercurrent of something darker that sent a shiver up Sam’s spine. He stopped just behind the couch, looming over Sam like a storm cloud ready to unleash a torrent. His presence was heavy and commanding, suffocating in its intensity, filling every inch of the room with an energy that was almost palpable. “Thinking about running again?” The challenge hung in the air, a palpable threat nestled within his words.

Sam stiffened instinctively, his grip tightening around the edge of the blanket as if it were a lifeline. “No,” he whispered, the word barely escaping his lips, drowned out by the crackling of the fire and the symphony of wind outside.

Dean chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that reverberated through the silence, sending another jolt of electricity along Sam's spine. “Good,” he replied, his tone dripping with a twisted kind of satisfaction, before he stepped around the couch to kneel in front of him. Their eyes locked, and Sam felt a rush of heat as Dean's hands—rough, warm, and impossibly grounding—slid over Sam’s knees, gently coaxing them apart. The gesture was both intimidating and thrilling, laden with the weight of ownership that Sam both craved and feared.

“Because you’re mine, Sammy. You know that, don’t you?” The words hung in the air like an ultimatum, a proclamation of possession that sent a thrill coursing through Sam’s veins.

Sam nodded, his breath hitching as Dean’s lips ghosted over his jaw, the touch soft yet possessive, igniting something deep within him. “Say it,” Dean demanded, the sharpness of his voice slicing through the haze of Sam’s thoughts, his green eyes burning with an intensity that quickened Sam's pulse. It was a fierce gaze that stripped him bare, searching for the truth hidden within his heart.

“I’m yours,” Sam admitted, the confession tumbling out, his voice shaky and laced with the weight of truth and trepidation. The admission felt like both a surrender and a relief, the chains of Dean’s control wrapping tighter around him, pulling him deeper into their twisted bond, one that was both suffocating and exhilarating.

Dean’s grin was feral, predatory, as he pressed his lips against Sam’s, the kiss slow and deliberate, igniting the air around them with a heat that contrasted sharply with the storm raging outside. When he finally pulled back, his gaze bore into Sam's with an intense satisfaction. His hand slipped beneath the blanket, stroking Sam’s thigh with an almost tender touch that sent sparks of desire shooting through him. “Good boy,” he murmured, the words dripping with a blend of praise and unwavering dominance that made Sam’s heart race.

The fire crackled louder, filling the silence as Dean leaned in again, his lips brushing against Sam’s ear. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down Sam's spine, making him acutely aware of his own vulnerability, and yet, in that moment, he felt alive. Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, he could do nothing but surrender to the storm brewing within both him and Dean, as they navigated the tumultuous territory of their unbreakable bond.

[ryllen]

jade from this fanfic | [ risky proximity ]

[egophiliac]

You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?

I like the angry little king boy 🌹

[offorestsongs]

my biggest complaint about twst actually is that i cant pick the boys in the guest room up and dangle them in the air and drag them around the screen and throw them at the walls. i just think that would highly improve my gaming experience

[lazylittledragon]

nobody tells you that once you've spent time readjusting to a healthier sleep schedule, if you do have a cheeky 'work on art until 3am' night then your body just decides you might as well have perished

[kittehscribbles34]

Is it fun, Kris? Playing around like this...

[crystallizsch]

jamil is so silly

[unforgivenn]

BLOODBOUND

CW: captivity, violence, blood, fear, and psychological distress.

The darkness was thick around Whumpee, suffocating, as he lay there, strapped to a chair, his wrists bound tight. Every breath he took felt heavy, laden with the scent of blood that filled the air, a potent mixture of terror and sickened anticipation as to what was to come for him. Though, he had a feeling he didn't want to know

The silence was suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on Whumpee, amplifying the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. Each beat seemed to reverberate through the room, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Every second stretched out like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing in the hollow chamber, a drumbeat of dread in the darkness only to be broken by the soft footsteps making the floorboard creak

Then, like a serpent slithering through the darkness, a voice cut through the silence, sending icy tendrils of fear snaking down Whumpee's spine. "You're going to enjoy this," it hissed, a sinister promise dripping with malice.

The vampire emerged from the shadows, his form a twisted silhouette against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. Blood-red eyes gleamed with unholy hunger, sharp fangs glistening in the darkness like daggers waiting to strike. Whumpee's breath caught in his throat, terror seizing him in its icy grip.

Whumpee's heart hammered against his chest like a trapped animal, desperate for escape. He tried to scream, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a choked whimper as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's neck.

"You're my little blood bag, aren't you?" the vampire whispered, his voice a twisted caress that sent shivers racing across Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee wanted to deny it, to defy him with every fiber of his being, but the fear held him captive, rendering him powerless. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood on his skin as he sobbed quietly, a silent plea for mercy.

The vampire chuckled darkly, a sound that chilled Whumpee to the core. "Such a delicious fear," he murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I can taste it on the air." His eyes suddenly glistened with a sinister gleam staring right at Whumpee's terrified face, reflecting the dim light in the room like shards of ice.

A whimper escaped Whumpee's lips as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's skin. The scent of blood grew stronger, mingling with the sickly sweet aroma of decay that permeated the room. Whumpee's stomach churned with revulsion, bile rising in his throat.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Let me go."

But the vampire only laughed, a sound devoid of warmth or mercy. "Oh, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You don't understand. You were never meant to leave this place."

Dread coiled in the pit of Whumpee's stomach, threatening to consume him whole. A sob tore from his throat as he closed his eyes tight, not sure if it were from fear or just from the much awaited anticipation that the vampire would devoid him of blood completely this time leaving him dead. Anything to leave this hell of a place.

The pain was unlike anything Whumpee had ever experienced, a searing agony that tore through him like wildfire, consuming him from the inside out. A guttural cry escaped his lips, torn from the depths of his agony, echoing through the darkened room along with body-wrecking sobs.

But beneath the pain, there was something else, something perverse and unsettling—a sickening pleasure that twisted his insides into knots.

Why did it feel like this? Why did his body betray him, responding to the vampire's touch with a sickening kind of euphoria?

"W-Why?" he gasped, the word torn from him as he managed to catch a breath, from the sobbing and screaming. "Why does it feel like-like this?"

The vampire's laughter filled the air, making Whumpee flinch violently. "Because, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "your body knows its place. It knows that you belong to me now."

Whumpee clenched his teeth, trying to stifle the screams that threatened to escape his lips, but it was futile. The vampire drank deeply, greedily, his lips pressed against Whumpee's skin like a lover's kiss, as Whumpee felt himself growing weaker with each passing moment.

He's nothing but a vessel to the vampire, a mere pawn in his twisted game of dominance and submission.

And as the darkness closed in around him, Whumpee couldn't help but let out one last single sob wondering if he would ever escape this nightmare alive, or if he would remain forever trapped in the vampire's web of darkness and despair.

[quartztwst]

New Quartzul Yaoi

OH GOD THIS IS SO GAY its ok guys it’s pride month LMAOO

[ryllen]

d a m n , i t ' s ' i ' ... not 'we' i guess everybody can perish now

[merakiui]

AHHH BEING SEXUALLY BULLIED BY EELS FOR REFUSING TO SIGN AZUL’S CONTRACT 💖💖💖💖

ESPECIALLY IF UR A STUBBORN LITTLE THING WHO HAS TOO MUCH PRIDE FOR THEIR OWN GOOD

VIBRATORS AND FINGERING AND EATING OUT 🙏

AFTER AWHILE AZUL JUST LEANING OVER CONTRACT IN HAND ASKING IF “perhaps you’ve changed ur mind due to…circumstances?”

AND WHEN U TELL HIM TO “G-GO ToO he-HELL”

HE JUST SMIRKS “perhaps another half an hour then?”

BEFORE 2 GRINNING EELS GO BACK TO MAKING U SCREAMMMMMM

ENOUGH IDEAS TO FANTASIES ABOUT FOR A MONTH 💖💖💖

YEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

Quite literally tossing you to the eels. >:) and they know just how to make you squirm and squeal. They don’t even have to restrain you. They’re strong enough to manhandle you and it’s not like you can push them off. But then it’s also humiliating when, rather than continuing to shove at them, you grab at their shoulders and try to pull them closer. Your resolve melts away after a third orgasm and by then all you can really think about is how good it feels even though you really should try harder to remain in control of your wits. >_<

Long tongues poking and prodding at your deepest place, hands roaming your feverish body, Floyd’s mouth at your neck, his teeth scraping over your pulse….. not quite gnawing, but there’s enough pressure to feel the prominent points of his teeth. So close to drawing blood and you almost beg him to do so, but that would be falling right into Octavinelle’s slimy fins!!! >:( or Jade who presses the softest kisses down your stomach towards your sex, but he’s wearing such a sharp grin the whole time that you think he’s about to devour you. And devour he does when he forces your legs open and presses his face into your crotch, his tongue flicking out to taste you. Ravenous eel who won’t let you know a moment of peace. If they were underwater, you suspect it’d be even more torturous because then they wouldn’t need to pull away to breathe. At least you’re spared that…

And when they’ve finally exhausted your limits, you’re tacky and gross and covered in all kinds of fluids—some of them are your own and the others… those terrible eels!!!!! >:( so tired that you don’t even jerk away when Azul bends down to your height and lifts your chin, a gentle smile on his face as he offers you a soothing cup of tea and a warm bath, complete with a bed to sleep your aches off in (his bed, of course). All you need to do is sign this contract.

If you’re desperate for the aftercare promised to you by the conniving yet strangely sweet in a crooked way octopus, you’ll sign. What other choice do you have? The illusion of a free choice when in reality your hand has been forced nudged considerably.

[someweirdoreblogger]

Shadow Milk Cookie is the type to gift his Beast!Reader a whole ass cult because if his beloved is to be loved so deeply by someone as depraved as him, then the world deserves the golden privilege of giving them it's bent heel, hence else,

it shall burn.

[suntails]

ripples

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I have a thought about Vil. I could be wrong, but I wanted to throw it out there. Also, if anyone has evidence for or against my theory, feel free to elaborate. We like healthy discussions here lol:

My theory is that Vil is a touchy person, especially to the people he loves. The reason he doesn’t do it often is because of PR training and being conscious about his reputation. If he doesn’t monitor his behavior, it could not only negatively impact him but also his friends, family, and fans. Vil also covers it up well because he’s so self-disciplined. It’s not a problem for him.

My evidence for this is are the few times where Vil becomes physically affectionate because is so happy that he forgets, doesn’t care, or nobody else is around.

Example 1: Book 6 Kiss and Hug Scene. I don’t think I have to explain more, but I will. If this were any other dorm that came to save the corresponding overblot member, they would not throw themselves at the others (minus Kalim. We’ve already established that he’s a touchy and sociable person by nature, and he loves Jamil).

Heartslabyul? Trey would give Riddle a hug, and that’s probably it in terms of physical affection

Savanaclaw? …I don’t remember what happens at the end of the Savanaclaw sequence in Book 7, but that would be the reactions. For the life of me, I cannot remember. Someone fill in the gap pls

Octavinelle? The only touching would be Floyd squeezing Azul. Azul would try to avoid it so no touching

We’ve already established Scarabia and Pomefiore.

Ignihyde? …idk… I’m kinda on the fence, but I think I’m leaning away from physical affection. I imagine it would similar to whenever he reunites with Ortho in Book 7 at some point. However, I haven't read that in a long time. It could be inaccurate

Diasomnia? Ok, I can see them hugging each other. They love each other a lot. No kiss though

Regardless, Vil went into European physical affection levels

Example 2: (here’s where the arguments start to get weaker but still relevant lol) Bean Day Event ending. Rook and Vil hug really tight, which doesn’t happen that often. Plus, both of them are exhausted in a good way, so another moment where he lets his guard down

Example 3?: Pomefiore reunion in Book 7? They must’ve hugged. I don't remember, but I can't imagine they didn't

I have some speculations that support my theory. However, it’s on shaky ground, and I don’t want to dig to see if my thought process is solid.

Vil is a physical person. He puts a lot of effort into maintaining his body. Obviously, that's not the only thing. However, it is a huge part of it. I think because he's so conscious and values the physical world, he would probably be more inclined to like that type of affection.

This could all be wrong, but it's just a thought. Let me know what you think!!

[greenapplebling]

Cat Jamil: *licks Kalim to assert dominance*

Puppy Kalim: *mistakes it for affection and licks back*

Cat Jamil: *FREAKS OUT*