Admin Mawile: ( ᐛ )و Aaaand I made this creepy. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not. Also, these are pretty short ‘cause of the amount of characters, four long scenarios in one request would be way too long
Carla:
-You had thought you felt a gentle touch, someone’s hand in your hair, soft and caring, like stroking a beloved pet. But when the sleep cleared from your mind, what awaited you was very different.
Carla didn’t say anything, he just pulled you to the floor, one long fingered hand twisted in the strands of your hair.
You went easily, falling where he wanted you, to afraid that he’d rip that handful clear out of your scalp if you resisted. It already felt like some was tearing loose, pain like fire spreading over your head.
“C-Carla, what… ? Why. . ?”
You could barely talk, throat closing up in fear of what he might do next.
Kou:
-”Aw~ Aren’t you cute when you’re sleeping,” Kou hummed, standing over your vulnerable, sleeping form.
He leaned down, running one hand through your hair, gently at first, but tangling with the strands and yanking harder the longer he went on. He was smiling, still murmuring lovingly, and when your eyes finally shot open from the pain, he grinned.
“You should have woken up when I asked.” His tone was sing-song, playful, but his eyes said clearly otherwise.
“Can you make it up to me with your pain, hmm? As payment for making an idol wait?”
Ayato:
-You would have thought that hair stroking could never be an intimidating gesture. Half pinned under a hungry vampire, you now thought very differently.
“Hold still already. Look, I’m being nice to you,” his hand raked roughly through your hair, a sickening, half-hearted attempt at soothing. “Quit complaining and make some better faces than that.”
He bit down on your shoulder, harshly, fangs tearing at the thin skin.
You squeaked, jerking under his grip, expression surely twisted in pain and fear. The hand still on your head burned like a hot iron despite its inherent chill, violating, suffocating.
Ayato’s face was still buried at your throat. Your vision started to swim.
Laito:
-“Bitch-chan, are you still sleeping?” When you awoke, Laito was pressed on top of you, one hand running through your hair in a mocking caress, the other reaching up to pin your hands above your head.
“Mmmm, you smell so good.” His head pressed into the crook of your neck, biting down into the soft flesh.
“I was so hungry, Bitch-chan, you’d just love to satisfy me, right? What a good toy… “
His fangs sunk back in, bruising grip as tight and cold around your wrist as an iron shackle, yanking your head back by the hair for better access to your neck. You whimpered in pain, and could feel him laugh against your skin.
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