15. Manhandling
25. Restraints
I honestly never get tired of Human Au (or Sub Au) so that’s what this is! However, it’s MASSIVELY FUCKED UP. (*・～・*) I made this one very, very mean. Triggers include abuse, violence, choking, sick relationships, mild blood, and just so, so much nastiness. Please read carefully.
It was so, so easy for you to overpower him. Even smaller than him, you were so much stronger, and every time you forced his wrists above his head with more strength than you should possibly have, Ruki felt sick.
Even worse was how the manhandling made his stomach feel hot and tight, coiling with something dangerously close to terrified arousal.
This time, though, you didn’t stop at grabbing his wrists. Your mouth was at his neck, biting wound after painful wound into the pale, soft skin, leaving a trail of stinging pain from his jaw to his collarbone. As usual, he was forced to the floor, hands pinned above his head like it was nothing for you, back pressed bruisingly against the hard, wooden floor.
“You taste so good when you’re afraid of me,” you moaned, digging your fangs in even deeper. Ruki fought back a pathetic yelp.
The room you were in was almost making him sicker than the abuse. It appeared to be your personal torture room. The walls were lined with wicked looking instruments, from blades to chains to glorified pliers.
It didn’t come as a surprise when the cuffs snapped closed around his wrists, cold metal biting into tender skin as he struggled.
“Y-You won’t–” was all Ruki got out, though, before you were pulling away, slamming him against the floor hard enough to leave him breathless. The thought of ribs cracking flashed through Ruki’s mind as you forced him to his feet, hauling him up by the back of his shirt like he was a child.
The cuffs looped over a hook dangling from the ceiling, and Ruki was left stretched up on tip-toes, still fighting for air his chest wouldn’t let him take in, shoulders burning with pain from being stretched too far.
And then– then you were kissing him, roughly, with his own blood meeting his tongue. Your fangs digging little gashes into his lips.
Next, your hands at his throat.
Ruki’s heart leapt up into his chest, terror surging through him fresh and hot. He had no doubts that you could snap his neck in an instant. The pressure against his windpipe made him gag, gasping for air around the sudden block, and panicking all the more when he couldn’t get it. His heart was pounding, and he was already lightheaded.
The moment stretches into putty, Ruki’s perception of time going lopsided with terror. Your hands go tighter and tighter, and his head starts to pound with something that’s probably bad. Just as soon, you let go.
“I love you,” you sigh, breathless with excitement. Ruki coughs desperately, body heaving for air. “I’ll never, never let you go.”
You lean in, and Ruki flinches on instinct. He can’t breathe. He can’t form words. He can do nothing to fight back. “You’ll wear my bruises for days,” you croon. “I’ll never let them fade. You’ll be so pretty; marked up and bleeding for the one who owns you.”
The room is spinning, and Ruki’s head pounds with throbbing pulses of pain. He doesn’t dare to contradict you.
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