Admin Mawile: I’m gonna complain here because I can. I had 4+ hours of dental surgery today, and I feel like shit. If ya’ll wanna send fun, simple asks to distract me from the fact that my whole mouth hurts, it would be very welcome.
Admin Mawile: Update: Today my whole chest hurts every time I breathe, I can’t open my mouth without the corners feeling like they’re going to crack open and bleed, and I tore my finger open pretty bad on a doll box. …More fun asks please. I feel like death.
Admin Mawile: I’m gonna complain here because I can. I had 4+ hours of dental surgery today, and I feel like shit. If ya’ll wanna send fun, simple asks to distract me from the fact that my whole mouth hurts, it would be very welcome.
Prompt: Bound and Gagged
Character(s): Human Au!Laito, Reader
Warnings: Dubious consent, explicit sexual content, mild blood, basically just Laito’s questionable choices getting him more than he asked for.
It didn’t take Laito long to realize that he’d made a horrible mistake.
In a dangerous situation, trapped in a mansion with a monster that was set on either draining him dry or torturing him to death, somehow, Laito’s natural reaction was to attempt to flirt himself out of trouble.
Sex with a vampire had to better than being tormented at every turn, and in Laito’s twisted sense of things, it would be easy to win you over.
So he made advances at every turn, offering himself up to you at every chance he got, making himself willing, available, and oh so interested in whatever you offered. He moaned every time you bit him, faked noises that would make a porn star blush, and made sure you believed it all. Being desired had to be a better choice than being hurt at every turn.
And weeks of this, of faking arousal no matter what you did to him, had finally paid off. Laito had finally gotten what he wanted.
You led him to your bedroom not long after a bite, smiling with all too sharp teeth, his hand in your cold one, streaks of his own blood along your fingers. At this moment, Laito still saw what he’d done as a success.
He’d been pushed down against your bed, hair fanning out in a messy sprawl behind him and he’d still been convinced that he’d worked his way into something much less painful than constant bites. He still thought that, in your favor, he’d be a step ahead of the others that you tortured.
Then, you’d pulled out the rope.
Before he could get a word in edgewise, spout some sappy nonsense about wanting to make love instead of this, he was forcibly shoved onto his stomach, face smushed in the blankets as you tied his wrists behind him.
The rope was too tight, rough against sensitive skin, and Laito only managed a yelp before you were hauling him up once again.
The next piece went between his teeth, knotting roughly behind his head and catching on a few small chunks of hair, tied tight enough that he couldn’t form any protests past the rope forced into his mouth.
Cold reality that he may have made a very poor choice was quickly setting in, even more so as, this time, there was no way to talk his way out.
You leaned in and tore his shirt down the center, ripping the fabric as easily as if it was paper. Laito squeaked behind the gag, abruptly terrified that this wasn’t going to end well for him, your fangs at his throat only reinforcing the idea that attracting you had been a terrible decision.
Fangs piercing the skin of his collarbone, you licked at his neck with a cool tongue, brushing over tender skin in a way that Laito couldn’t entirely deny was arousing, even if he was beyond terrified.
Realizing that he had to keep up the act, Laito forced a moan.
If you found out that he’d been faking, there’d be trouble, and no matter how scared he was now, Laito was well aware that to fail in his deception would end in pain or harsh punishment for him.
And then your cold hand was on his groin, pressing with surprising gentleness at him through his clothes.
The noise that slipped out that time was very real.
Laito’s cheeks went hot in a way that he couldn’t control. It had been close to two months since he’d been able to do anything, but that kind of reaction to being tied up and brutalized was not what he’d imagined.
Perhaps it was just the fear making him get hot so quickly.
You kept licking and nipping at his neck, leaving open, dripping wounds as you went. Laito’s pants were undone before long, ripped down and off his hips with enough force to almost hurt. His cock sprang free, already hard and red from some combination of terror and gentle hands.
Laito closed his eyes and tried to pretend like he wasn’t getting harder the longer you kept him pinned and helpless beneath you.
He was squirming pathetically, noises dangerously close to whimpers slipping out from behind the gag. You’d torn his shirt halfway off, ripped his pants just down far enough to expose his cock, and that small detail made Laito feel all the more debauched.
In all of his previous hookups, he’d been in control, pinning some pretty girl to the bed and making her scream.
Now, it was his turn to be ravaged.
The humiliation surging through his veins only served to make Laito harder, beads of pre-cum dripping in messy strands down his cock, slicking your grip against him.
When your fingers brushed the head, Laito nearly yelped, some choked, high noise thankfully getting caught behind the gag.
You finally pulled away from his neck, leaving countless punctures and red spots behind. Laito only dizzily realized that the pain had made him all the hotter, burning under his skin in a way that sex with human girls never had. His face felt like it was on fire, and he’d never been so hard.
“I knew you were a slut, but even I didn’t think you’d be this easy,” you said, and the low words earned a messy spurt of pre-cum, Laito whining and squinching his eyes shut, so humiliated he couldn’t bear to face it.
It only took a few more gentle strokes for Laito to hit his climax, squeaking pathetically behind the gag as his body twitched and tried to curl up under you. It was the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, wracking him from head to toe, and Laito tried not to think about who it was because of.
You kept stroking him until pleasure hit the knife’s edge of pain, wringing out every drop of fluid as Laito moaned and spasmed.
He was hot all over, dizzy and dazed from his orgasm, and Laito only barely registered that he was moaning like a whore, humiliating noises thankfully muffled by the gag.
Somehow, this felt like surrender.
Prompt: Pleading
Character(s): Human Au!Kanato, Reader
Warnings: General DL nastiness
Kanato had never felt so small as when you had him cornered. In front of the strength of a vampire, he’d never imagined being so weak, and yet, you kept him under your thumb as easily as if he was a child.
From drinking your fill from him until his head spun to ripping his clothes off just to hear him scream, Kanato had never been tortured like he had during his time with you. It was humiliating, frustrating beyond all belief, and yet, all he could do was cry and beg you not to hurt him.
Teddy was his only comfort, and the familiar feel of his bear’s soft fur seemed like the only thing that was keeping him from some kind of break.
So Kanato clung to his lifeline. Teddy hadn’t left his arms since you’d introduced yourself as a vampire, and even when you mocked him for wanting to carry around a child’s toy, Kanato had refused to let go. He needed Teddy. He was the one thing Kanato had left to remind him of his previous life, the one thing his mother had ever given him.
The one sign that he’d been loved.
He’d been sitting in a corner alone, murmuring to the bear in soft, low tones, when you’d shown up, crouching in front of him with a predatory grin.
With a shriek, Kanato fell backwards, pressing himself as far back into the corner as possible to get away from you. All you did was laugh, leaning in closer so that Kanato had nowhere to get away from you.
“Why do you carry this ratty thing around, anyway?” you asked, giving Teddy’s ear a light tug, and Kanato barey resisted the urge to scream. No one touched Teddy like that. It was only the fear of being hurt that kept Kanato quiet, kept him from yanking the bear away and pushing past you.
“T-Teddy is mine,” he squeaked instead, pulling the bear closer to him in a tight, nervous grip.
“That’s not what I asked, is it?” you replied, eyes glowing a bit in the dim light. “It’s stupid. You look like a little kid hauling that dumb thing around. Don’t you feel embarrassed, talking to a toy?”
Kanato’s cheeks burned, and he looked down miserably. Of course you’d mock him for having Teddy. Everyone did.
He didn’t reply, turning his head away in a sullen gesture that he should have known would irritate you. Your grin dropped.
The next thing Kanato knew, Teddy wasn’t in his arms.
You stood up, dangling the bear by one arm, and Kanato did scream. He was on his feet in an instant, reaching for his precious toy with both hands, but you easily kept it out of reach, moving faster than Kanato could possibly keep up with every time he made a grab for it.
“Give him back! Give me Teddy!” he shrieked, not realizing that you were making him go in circles as he lunged for the bear.
“Nope~ It’s stupid, so you don’t get to have him anymore. You don’t need something like this. I think I’ll throw him in the trash where he belongs.” You were laughing again, mocking and cruel.
Kanato screeched miserably, frantically reaching for Teddy as you dangled him just out of his reach, but it did nothing. Panic was setting in; were you really going to just throw him away?
“Please, please don’t!” he choked out, feeling like the pleading words were burning in his throat. “Just give him back!”
“Hmm, maybe. How about if you get down and beg me, I’ll consider giving the dumb toy back to you?” you were grinning, fangs terrifyingly obvious, and Kanato could feel the tears burning in his eyes, fear and humiliation burning in his throat, terror choking him with every breath.
Teddy was hanging from your hand, arm squished in a grip that was much too tight. You’d break him if you kept it up.
With a tight chest and nauseated feeling rising in him, Kanato lowered himself to his knees, the hard wood sending a chill through him. He could feel himself choking down his pride, but he bent forwards anyway, tears spilling over as he lowered himself to a pleading position in front of you.
“Please, please give him back,” he begged, voice pathetic even to his own ears as tears ran down his face. “Please give Teddy back to me.”
“Not good enough,” you replied simply. “I want to see that you mean it. I’m not going to give him back if you aren’t serious.”
“I said please,” Kanato howled, ducking his head and choking on a sob. “I’ll do whatever you want. You can have my blood, you can hurt me, anything, just give him back!” The sobs were coming freely now, Kanato’s voice thick with crying, panic making it hard to think.
“Silly boy, I could do all that anyway,” you laughed, “but since you’ve been so obedient, I suppose you can have your toy.” With that, you dropped Teddy in front of him, the bear hitting the ground with a soft noise.
Scrambling, Kanato grabbed Teddy before you could take him away again, moving so quickly that he knew the wood floor would leave nasty bruises on his knees. He clutched Teddy to his chest, curling up and clinging to him, rushed thanks falling from his throat. If he wasn’t grateful enough, you’d take Teddy away again, he feared.
You got bored of his crying after a few moments, and vanished from the room, leaving him to cling to Teddy and sob.
The sickest part was that he was grateful, legitimately thankful that you’d given Teddy back. It would have been so easy for you to throw him away, Kanato knew.
And all it had cost him was his pride.
Prompt: Muzzled
Character(s): Human Au!Ruki, Reader
Warnings: Implied abuse, implied violence, general nastiness
An ego could be a dangerous, dangerous thing.
Ruki had some level of pride. He was a successful, intelligent young man, and that aline gave him reason to be confident in himself.
Unfortunately, that all meant nothing to a vampire.
You pushed him around as easily as if he was nothing, mocked him relentlessly, picked apart every weakness you found, and treated him like he was little more than a piece of prey. It was infuriating, and with everything you did to him, Ruki hated it more and more.
His mouth seemed to have little sense of self-preservation, though, and he’d snapped something along those lines at you, bitter and angry.
“Oh? So the human thinks he can talk back?” You’d smiled, voice going soft in that way that meant he was about to hurt, and Ruki had realized abruptly that he had made a mistake beyond measure.
The mansion’s dark, musty smell hung around you, old wood and dust. Ruki’s mouth had gone dry with your words, and in the tense moment that followed, he licked his lips nervously, fighting the urge to step back. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you’d be able to catch him in a second.
So Ruki had two options.
He could stand up for himself and refuse to back down, preserve some dignity, but probably get hurt for it. He could apologize, plead for forgiveness, and spare himself at the cost of his self worth.
Neither one sounded good, and Ruki had the sinking feeling that he’d just brought on something far out of his realm of control.
“I was stating a fact,” he said at last, “not trying to offend you.” Oh, how he hoped you’d miss the way he voice was starting to shake.
“How brave,” you cooed, smiling and baring your fangs.
(Ruki did everything possible to ignore how that smirk made his stomach go hot, his skin break out in a soft shiver.)
It only took an instant, and you were beside him, cold hand brushing against his cheek with a gentle caress. “You have quite the mouth on you, human. I think it’ll be necessary to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
His stomach sunk, chest going frigid. Whatever that meant, Ruki already had a good feeling that he didn’t want to find out. Would you cut out his tongue? Would you sew his mouth shut so he could never speak again? It seemed like something out of a horror novel, but it was all too real.
“You’re so pretty when you’re afraid.”
Gently, you kissed his cheek.
You vanished out of sight for an instant, reappearing just as quickly, and Ruki noted with a growing sense of horror that you were holding something, metal and leather in your hands.
When you reached towards him, Ruki had to fight not to panic and pull away. He was still painfully certain you were about to hurt him.
(Shameful. Pathetic. He was cowering like a frightened child, and you’d barely done a thing to him yet. He should be so much stronger than this.)
His heart beating triple time in his chest, you told him with a cold voice to close his eyes. Ruki obeyed, hesitantly, hands shaking by his side, instinctively bracing himself for something that was about to hurt.
But instead, soft leather and cool metal closed in around his face. Something was pressed in between his teeth, just forcefully enough that he knew there was no way for him to resist. Straps were fastened around his chin and the back of his head, catching in his hair with little stings.
Ruki opened his eyes, saw dark metal around his jaw, and felt something like humiliated panic surge in his chest.
It was a muzzle.
Desperate protests came out as pathetic, muffled noises. Drool dripped down his chin as he tried to struggle against the bit lodged in his mouth. A horrified little sound escaped him in a moment of pure terror.
You’d muzzled him like a common animal, and there was a sense of shame like nothing Ruki had ever felt rising in his throat like tar.
“There we go!” you laughed. “Isn’t that better? Now you can’t talk back on accident.” Your expression was pure satisfaction, and Ruki knew immediately that you’d done this on purpose to humiliate him. “Now, I want you to thank me for making it easier for you to be good.”
Feeling as if he about to gag, but too afraid of what would happen if he didn’t obey, Ruki forced himself to choke down his pride.
What was supposed to be a “thank you” came out muffled and sloppy, muzzle making it impossible to form anything close to proper words. Another line of saliva dripped out of his mouth, hot and humiliating.
“Don’t you feel gross, drooling like an animal?” you asked, but the question was clearly said only to mock him.
Ruki ducked his head and felt his cheeks burn.
After a few minutes of making fun of him, you grabbed him by the shoulders roughly enough to bruise, spinning him around and forcing him to the other side of the room, where what Ruki saw made him whine in humiliation, closing his eyes before the image could sink in.
It was a mirror, and the sight of his own face, gagged and muzzled, was enough to make Ruki feel hot all over with shame.
This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be doing this. It was beyond cruel, beyond humiliating, and yet, as you ordered him to open his eyes, Ruki knew all too well that it was real.
“Look at you,” you crooned, leaning in close to his ear and lightly tugging on a strap. “Can’t even talk to defend yourself. You look pathetic, you know? Like some kind of filthy little pet.”
Shame burned in Ruki’s stomach, making him feel dizzy and weak. This was some kind of twisted nightmare, left at a monster’s mercy.
With no way to ever escape.
Admin Mawile: To be blunt, I’m starting college in a little over a month.
I don’t know how busy this is going to make me, or if I’ll be able to keep up anything resembling a schedule on this blog or any of my others. I’ve been homeschooled since 6th grade, so this is probably going to be a huge shock for me as well. Until I at least know how much time/effort school work is going to take, I can’t promise anything about if/when I’ll be able to write.
Of course, I’m not giving up on anything. I love to write, and I wouldn’t quit this blog under any circumstances. Things just might get real spotty for a while as I try to figure out what I’m doing next.
Thus, for this next month until school starts, I want to do lots of fun stuff here!
I got a job recently, so I don’t know if I’ll have the time and energy for events, but if anyone wants to talk to me, please do! I’d like to have an active, fun month full of interacting with everyone and writing fun things. I probably won’t be sticking to a schedule like I have in the past, either.
Thank you to everyone who’s followed me! I fully intend to keep this blog running for a long time to come! o(*’▽’*)/☆ﾟ’
Admin Mawile: I don’t usually share my art here, but I doodled a little Pet Au!Reiji on my break at work today, and it came out pretty nice!
Admin Mawile: A dumb, late night headcanon for Xeno Au cause I’m tired and have been thinking about this stuff all day: Subaru and Ayato both express an interest in sleeping in small, dark, enclosed spaces. They’re both pretty insecure on the inside, and Subaru especially (who also sticks to his coffin the most), has both high levels of stress/unhappiness, and low levels of self restraint.
What I’m getting at here is that perhaps distressed or insecure vampires gravitate towards those kinds of places??? As in, it’s some kind of instinct to hide somewhere small and dark when they feel bad, and the only reason more of them don’t do it is because it’s considered “weak” or something.
…I’m going to sleep now.
and I’ll break their ass down:
- How I feel about this character
- All the people I ship romantically with this character
- My non-romantic OTP for this character
- My unpopular opinion about this character
- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
Admin Mawile: ╰(✧∇✧) This looks really fun, but if ya’ll send any, my response will be minus the romantic ship one!
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