For the pet au, say that each family was kept together. How would the brothers feel if their owner used a point system with a heigrarchy to give rewards instead of punishments? Who would be jealous, who wouldn’t want to participate, who would be at the top all the time? Would they be more accepting of rewards if they had to compete for them? (Take this in whatever direction you want, sorry if I got too specific)

Admin Mawile: (｡･ω･｡) This is a very interesting idea!!!

Shuu:

-He’s too lazy (depressed) to care much for the point system, but when he starts seeing that you’re serious about rewarding them, he might try to do a little better. While far from competitive, it’s just basic survival instinct to want to receive whatever kindness you’re freely giving to them.

Reiji:

-In his mind, this is the perfect opportunity to show his new owner that he’s worth keeping. He goes above and beyond to be flawless, and strives endless to achieve everything you ask of him. Rewards only serve to enforce that this behavior is correct, and that this is the way to get in your good graces.

Ayato:

-He also tries ridiculously hard to be on top of your chart, but more for the reason of being the best among his brothers. He’s horribly competitive, and will do nearly anything to prove that he’s the well-behaved one. Unfortunately, this doesn’t always go so well, and tends to end in clumsy mistakes.

Kanato:

-If any of the rewards are direct, non-painful attention, he can be just as competitive as Ayato. He doesn’t care about being better than his brothers, specifically, but staying in your favor is the best reward he could imagine. He also gets jealous of the others very, very easily.

Laito:

-So you’re going to play that game? Unfortunately, he only sees the attempt at offering them rewards as a way of tricking them into striving for nothing, and while he cooperates on the surface, he’s not likely to believe that you’re being honest for a long time. It just doesn’t seem like something a human would do.

Subaru:

-Well, there’s no way he’d ever be the good one. He pretty much gives up on ever being on top of the chart from the beginning, and allows himself to fall behind. However, the first time he actually earns a reward, that all changes. Suddenly, he realizes that you’re serious about thinking he can be good.

Ruki:

-As much as he’d like to be the best for his owner, he’s afraid that whoever falls behind in the point system will be punished for it. Out of a desire to protect his brothers, he ensures that he’s always the lowest on your system, so that if you have to punish one of them, it will never be anyone but him.

Kou:

-As soon as he realizes that the point system is a way to avoid being hurt all over again, he’ll do anything to be on top. He’s so scared of being hurt again that it doesn’t matter what he has to do to earn the reward, so long as it means you won’t be as cruel as the people before.

Yuuma:

-He’s also more worried about his brothers than anything, and even though he would like to earn your happiness, he’s too afraid that doing so would mean someone else getting hurt. He can’t stand that Ruki always tries to take the brunt of things, and winds up doing almost the same to protect everyone.

Azusa:

-In his mind, “reward” is often synonymous with pain. He’s delighted to be good for you and do what you want, but it might be quite the shock when you realize he thinks he was doing it all so you would hurt him. He doesn’t care if you hurt him or be kind to him, as long as you’re happy with what he does.

Carla:

-He already strives to be well-behaved, and a point system doesn’t do much to change that. For both his pride as a First Blood and simple survival when it comes to not being hurt, he’s good at being compliant and docile. A point system with actual rewards just encourages him to want to do well.

Shin:

-Even with just one other to compete against, Shin does everything to stay on top. He’s not fond of being bent to a human’s will, but the idea of being better than his brother even in this one thing means a lot to him. Unfortunately, his rebellious nature means he rarely manages to behave better than Carla.

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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.

Ohh! How much of the boys sadistic behavior is a reflection of their upbring and how much is it the way vampires are? Basically Nature vs Nurture Given what we know about their world it seems to indicate that all vampires have some brutality in them but with the brothers it seems like the harsher the environment the more violent the tendencies

Admin Mawile: (ヾ(´・ω・｀) An interesting question!

-I think that vampire society has some major issues. From what we see of it, they are pretty violent, brutal, and cruel. From my impression of it, I would also assume that their society is pretty emotionally stifling, like a “hide your feelings and be strong so you don’t get killed/betrayed” kind of thing. Their social relationships are obviously pretty messed up, and that’s likely what means that people like Karl and his wives can get away with what they do.

From this perspective, I would say that it’s a little of both. Vampires do have their violent tendencies, but the way that they’re raised and taught how to behave also impacts things. The boys could be better if they’d been raised in a nicer environment, definitely, but the social structure of vampires has a lot to do with how they behave and they way they see the world.

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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.