Tag: Dialovers

in the den of monsters, pray

Admin Mawile: Aaaand the introduction is done! (๑´ㅂ`๑) I still sort of feel like I’m making a mistake by starting another fic, but ya’ll seem excited! I’m definitely having fun writing this, thus far! As established, this the beginning of a much longer Sub Au fic!

My main note for this part is that, unlike my usual, I had to give the reader a specified gender. It was tripping up the writing to try to make it completely neutral, unfortunately. Reader is female in this fic, but is otherwise left as vague as I can manage~

The intro here is pretty short (only a little under 3000 words), but I’m hoping further chapters will be better! I’ll be starting on someone’s route next, so please vote on whose I should choose, if you haven’t already. 

As always, questions and comments are very appreciated! ❤

Fic below the cut!!

The taxi drives for what feels like hours.

Little by little, you get farther and farther from civilization. Sitting in a dark car, fabric seats soft underneath you, you can’t help but feel like you’re headed somewhere terrible. It doesn’t help that you can’t see the driver.

There’s a smell of something in the air that you imagine is blood, thick and metallic, organic and somehow wrong. Your stomach churns.

You’d been sent away for reasons that you didn’t know. Your best friend’s parents had tried to ship her off to somewhere unknown, and when you saw the poor girl broken down, sobbing in terror of the unknown, you’d stepped in. Volunteering to take a younger girl’s place, who-knows-where, probably wasn’t the best idea, but you were not going to sit and watch.

The look of fear in your friend’s eyes would haunt you for years. You never would have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t stepped in, if you’d allowed someone you loved to be sent away so easily.

So you’d forced your way into her place. Her parents had looked at you like you were crazy. You’d set your jaw and refused to back down.

The taxi had arrived the next morning, windows dark.

After a long ride, you were more nervous than ever, but steeling yourself not to show it. Wherever you were going, you could only imagine that it would hurt you to show fear.

You’ve passed forests and towns, slowly getting smaller and smaller the longer you drive. It feels like you’re heading to the middle of nowhere, and you can only imagine what’s waiting for you in the end. You think of who could be here instead, and know that it’s better that it’s you.

Finally, the taxi comes to a stop. There’s a mansion outside, one that you’ve seen slowly approaching for a while now. It’s huge, dark walls towering above you like a fortress. It’s larger than any house you’ve ever seen, sprawling out to both sides, and you swallow heavily. You can’t imagine what sort of people live in a place so ornate.

But you step out of the taxi. You gather your things. You drag your suitcase up to the front steps as the car pulls away behind you.

You’re stranded now, you think, and almost laugh.

There’s a faint smell of roses in the air, you note, mixed with something dark and unfamiliar. A cool breeze wraps around you, and you shiver. It’s beautiful here, in away that feels almost unreal.

A knock to the door yields no response, and you stand outside for a few long moments, waiting for someone to answer. You’re positive that this is where you’re supposed to be, and you wonder if whoever brought you here is simply toying with you, seeing how you’re going to react.

As if in defiance, you push the door open yourself and step inside. You’re afraid, yes, but if you’re going to meet a horrible end here, it’ll at least be in a way that you can be proud of. You’re not going to cower.

The inside of the mansion is dark, and the air itself feels thick around you. There’s rich furniture everywhere you look, and the air smells dark and musty, like no one has lived there in decades. Somehow, there’s no dust to be found, and that sends a little spike of worry through you.

Someone is definitely here.

It only takes a few moments of wandering around to find an empty sitting room. Making a split-second decision, you roll your suitcase up to one chair and plop down in it. You’ll sit there until someone shows up.

There’s no point in aimlessly searching through a mansion ten times the size of any house you’ve ever been in for any signs of life.

If someone is there, they’ll find you soon enough.

In a few minutes, the creepy atmosphere of the mansion progresses to downright intimidating. It’s quiet, eerily so, with only a few ominous creaks and odd noises to break up the emptiness. You feel like telling yourself that it’s just the house settling, and almost laugh. You’re starting to sound like this is some kind of horror movie. For all you know, it is.

You close your eyes and think of your friend, sobbing and afraid. You have a reason to be here, and you’re not going to back down.

The chair under you is softer than anything you’ve felt. It feels rich in an almost unnatural way, like nothing you’ve ever touched. What kind of people live here? What kind of people have such nice things?

When you open your eyes, it’s to someone behind you.

You know without turning around that there’s someone there. You feel suddenly, abruptly watched, and your stomach sinks hard. The person appeared so suddenly, with no sound, and you can’t imagine anything human being able to move like that. Instead of panicking, though, you take a deep breath and force yourself to be calm, to stand up and turn around.

The man behind you is tall and slender. His dark hair falls in soft waves, and glasses barely conceal sharp eyes. He’s wearing a nice suit, and his posture is so straight it would make a ruler look crooked.

He’s frowning, a stern expression etched across his handsome face.

“How odd. I had expected our guest would be younger,” he says, low voice smooth and polite, with a hint of something sharp lurking in his tone.

You stand up straight and meet his eye, refusing to show the nerves you feel. “If your ‘guest’ is who I’m thinking of, I took her place. It was a last minute change,” you say, and your voice is thankfully even.

“Ah,” the man says, looking at you with cold eyes. “I see. So you’re not who we were planning for. Would you please tell me who you are?”

You introduce yourself, stating only your name. The man replies that he is Sakamaki Reiji, the second son of the household that you’ve been sent to stay in, and you don’t miss the carefully concealed disdain in his voice.

He tells you to gather your things, that he’ll have someone lead you to your room, that this situation will be dealt with later. Your hand goes white-knuckled around the handle of your suitcase. Reiji’s eyes are brighter than they should be, sharper, and you don’t like it.

Just as you’re about to follow him, though, a hand lands on your shoulder. You suppress a startled jerk only barely, and turn around.

It’s another young man, this time with wavy, auburn hair, a wicked smile on his lips, and a hat falling forward over his eyes. He’s leaning in close to you, uncomfortably so, and his hand is tight in your shoulder.

“Hmm? So this is who’s been sent to us?” he asks, tone mocking and light. “What a pretty face… but such a cold expression. How about you smile a little bit, Bitch-chan? You’d look cuter if you did~”

Whatever uncertainty you’d had drops like a stone. He’s making fun of you, you can tell, and it’s only a vague feeling of dread that keeps you from biting back something cruel. There’s a dark aura about this boy, something you can feel in the air, and you don’t want to press at something dangerous.

Instead, you turn around, intending to follow Reiji to your room.

… and come face to face with another one of them.

This time it’s a small boy, all soft cheeks and impossibly wide eyes. He’s clutching a toy to his chest, and is dressed like a child.

You take a step back, startled, and the boy smiles like he’s a cat eyeing a bird with a broken wing. “Teddy… We have someone new to play with,” he mumbles, squeezing the bear to his chest. “We’ll have to break her properly, won’t we? Won’t that be oh-so fun?”

It’s not a good sign. The boy seems unhinged, and you don’t like the predatory gaze he’s eyeing you with. It’s downright impressive that a person so small could be so intimidating, but you don’t want to find out why.

“Shut up! The new prey is mine,” a third voice chimes in, and you spin around to see yet another of them waiting for you.

This boy has a face like the auburn-haired one, but a cocky expression and blood red hair. He grabs you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him like it’s nothing, and leans in much too close for comfort.

“Yuck, she’s old,” he whines, making a sour expression. “Smells good, though. I wonder what you’re gonna taste like,” he laughs. “I bet you’re sweeter than you look… but there’s one way to find out.” He leans in so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and you barely resist struggling.

Somehow, you feel like fighting back would be a death sentence.

“Ayato, if you must persist with such behavior, do it in privacy, please,” Reiji interrupts, and the redhead freezes in place.

You think, for a moment, that he’s going to do something to you anyway, but instead, he pulls away with a glare, scoffing angrily. One of the others snickers, sounding amused. You force down something like terror.

Despite all instincts saying otherwise, you hold still. You already have a feeling that fighting back will just get you in more trouble. You hold yourself tall, breathing even, and doing everything possible to stay calm. Whatever happens, it won’t help you in the slightest if you panic.

“Impressive,” a new voice says, and you feel a headache coming on. How many of these boys are there? “She’s staying pretty calm.”

Reiji stiffens immediately, you note, making a face like he’s eaten something rotten. The other three are still circling you, eyeing you with what’s worryingly close to predatory intent.

There’s a blonde man stretched out on a couch a short ways away. You’re positive that he wasn’t there a moment ago.

Something is starting to feel increasingly wrong.

“What?” the blonde says, letting his eyes slip shut. “This is my home too, Reiji. I can say what I want to.” His tone is bitter and slow.

“Perhaps, but you can also know when to keep your mouth shut,” Reiji replies cooly, and you can already see that there is some hatred between them, some rivalry. Reiji did mention that he was the second son.

Another couple lines are exchanged, the boys’ voices going low with barely disguised anger. The redhead gives a bitter little laugh from behind you, and the small one clutches his toy close to his chest. You’re starting to get a headache from keeping track of all of them, and in almost the exact moment you think that, a sixth voice joins the argument.

“What the hell is all the noise for?” an even younger boy snaps from across the room. His hair is dove white, and he looks strong, even though you can see a youth in his features that betrays his age.

“We’re deciding what to do with our little guest here~,” the auburn haired one says, and gives you a little shove. He’s stronger than he looks.

“Yeah, and Reiji’s being boring about it,” the redhead adds, crossing his arms in a childish motion and leering at you with sharp eyes.

“Perhaps Subaru wanted a taste,” the small one murmurs, a note of something mocking in his voice. “Perhaps he thinks he’ll win her over by being her knight in shining armor. What do you think, Teddy?

The strong boy’s fist splits the wood of the nearby staircase.

It takes considerable effort not to react outwardly. You’ve already figured out that letting anything slip is a bad idea around these boys, but that, that simply wasn’t human.

The pieces fall together quickly in your head. A massive mansion in the middle of nowhere. Six beautiful young men who look at you like they want to swallow you whole. A boy strong enough to crush solid wood like it was paper. The mysterious circumstances under which you were sent to the mansion to begin with, the utter lack of information on it all.

You weren’t among humans anymore.

Somehow, though, that eased some of your fear. Humans who could act like this were one thing. Monsters stuffed into pretty skins were another.

You would at least know what to expect from the monsters.

So you stood still, allowed the boys to keep bickering. Their vicious comments flew over your head easily now that you knew the truth, their too bright eyes on you no longer giving you the same chills.

Somehow, you had the feeling that they wouldn’t kill you. If they’d wanted to, it would have been easier to do it from the start, after all.

If they’d wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be standing.

Your fear was fading fast, replaced with a sense of resignation and mild interest. If you were the sort of person who would volunteer to be sent somewhere like this in the first place, you could withstand what happened.

After a few moments, the arguments died down. Their eyes fixed on you one by one, a strange atmosphere filling the room.

“… she’s not afraid anymore,” Ayato, as you’d picked out that his name was, said. His pretty green eyes stared at you like you’d grown a second head. He shifted position a bit, almost defensive.

“Teddy, why isn’t she more worried? Doesn’t she know that we’re going to hurt her,” the small one, Kanato said with a low voice.

All you saw was an empty threat, a boy trying to frighten what he saw as below him. He probably would hurt you. That didn’t mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you shake before him.

There was suddenly a great imbalance in the room. Now that you were calm, now that you were looking carefully, you could see the obvious discord between the brothers. Now that you were calm, you could see all of them eyeing you with something like curiosity mixed with uncertainty.

You imagined that few people hadn’t cowered from them.

“I think it’s time our guest is shown to her room.” Reiji broke the silence, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He went through a quick introduction of who was who, and you nodded along, already having caught onto everyone’s names. The boys were still staring, some cold unreadable feeling thick in their eyes.

You were just about to follow Reiji to where you would be staying when Laito said something, sing-song voice filled with threat.

“Bitch-chan is awfully relaxed for being stuck in a house of vampires,”

You could see in his eyes that he was expecting you to panic.

Instead, you looked him dead in the eye, smiling politely. “Ah, so that’s what you are. Thank you for telling me; I’ll know what to expect, now.” You knew better than to fight, but you weren’t going to be afraid.

For just an instant, you see a flash of something furious in Laito’s eyes. Instead of scaring you, it shows you that he can feel.

Already, you’re getting an impression of what these boys are like. They fight amongst each other, every one of them puffed up with ego. Like any teenage boys, they’re immature and selfish, but with supernatural abilities, they think that they hold some special place in the world. You can expect them to be cruel, you think, you can expect pain.

When you think of someone you love being in your place, you don’t wish for a second that you wouldn’t have chosen this path.

It’s easy to follow Reiji, easier yet to catch the way he’s glaring at you. He leads you through a series of hallways with no words, and you stand tall with every step. The mansion doesn’t scare you anymore.

Your room is pink and pretty, something clearly intended for a girl much younger than yourself. That alone makes you almost angry.

The idea of someone small and frightened being locked up here with the monsters makes you wish you could get away with punching one of them in the face. They have no right to prey on those who can’t fight back.

Instead, you put your things away, and sit down on the bed.

It’s soft beneath you, and you run your fingers over the silky blankets. Your stay here is sure to be an experience. You may never leave.

That thought doesn’t scare you nearly as much as is probably should.

So the new au is like the reader will help make the boys have more manners and less of a bunch of sadistic assholes? I LOVE THIS! Then can I have a scenario about reader protect Yui from them (less biting, less sadistic punishments, etc) and basically act like a guardian angel for her? I just want my girl to be loved (in a parental way) and protected.

Admin Mawile: ~ヾ(＾∇＾) Yep! That’s pretty much it!

-”I’m sorry about them. It’s… a work in progress, really. Are you alright?”

The girl, Komori Yui, looks up at you with eyes the size of saucers. She’s clearly terrified, and you can see why. You weren’t exactly pleased with your wards when you first met them, either. 

“Why are they doing this?” she asks, terror evident in her voice. She’s cute, you think, and that puts her at a disadvantage already. 

“It’s just the way they are. The’re not all bad, I promise, but they don’t exactly do well with… well, social behavior yet. Again, I’m really sorry that they’re being like this,” you apologize, extending a hand to help Yui to her feet. 

Already, they’ve tried to corner and attack the poor girl. 

Yui shakes like a leaf when you get her up, and you give her a gentle hug more on instinct than anything else. She relaxes a bit, almost immediately, clearly glad to have one person on her side. 

how do you think the Tsukinami brothers would confess??

Admin Mawile: (⌒▽⌒)☆

Carla:

-His “confession” is more of a statement that he’s taken an interest in you, and you belong to him now. He doesn’t leave much room for you to disobey, and more or less insists from that moment that you belong to him. You’re obviously good enough for the First Blood king, and that alone makes you above the rest of the rabble that could corrupt his new partner. 

Shin:

-Like Carla, it’s less of a confession than an outright demand. You’re his now, and you don’t get a choice in the matter. While Carla treats the whole thing with a cold, dutiful attitude, though, Shin is outright possessive, making it very clear that you belong to him and him alone, and he won’t tolerate anyone else making advances on what he owns. 

in the den of monsters, pray

Admin Mawile: Aaaand the introduction is done! (๑´ㅂ`๑) I still sort of feel like I’m making a mistake by starting another fic, but ya’ll seem excited! I’m definitely having fun writing this, thus far! As established, this the beginning of a much longer Sub Au fic!

My main note for this part is that, unlike my usual, I had to give the reader a specified gender. It was tripping up the writing to try to make it completely neutral, unfortunately. Reader is female in this fic, but is otherwise left as vague as I can manage~

The intro here is pretty short (only a little under 3000 words), but I’m hoping further chapters will be better! I’ll be starting on someone’s route next, so please vote on whose I should choose, if you haven’t already. 

As always, questions and comments are very appreciated! ❤

Fic below the cut!!

The taxi drives for what feels like hours.

Little by little, you get farther and farther from civilization. Sitting in a dark car, fabric seats soft underneath you, you can’t help but feel like you’re headed somewhere terrible. It doesn’t help that you can’t see the driver.

There’s a smell of something in the air that you imagine is blood, thick and metallic, organic and somehow wrong. Your stomach churns.

You’d been sent away for reasons that you didn’t know. Your best friend’s parents had tried to ship her off to somewhere unknown, and when you saw the poor girl broken down, sobbing in terror of the unknown, you’d stepped in. Volunteering to take a younger girl’s place, who-knows-where, probably wasn’t the best idea, but you were not going to sit and watch.

The look of fear in your friend’s eyes would haunt you for years. You never would have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t stepped in, if you’d allowed someone you loved to be sent away so easily.

So you’d forced your way into her place. Her parents had looked at you like you were crazy. You’d set your jaw and refused to back down.

The taxi had arrived the next morning, windows dark.

After a long ride, you were more nervous than ever, but steeling yourself not to show it. Wherever you were going, you could only imagine that it would hurt you to show fear.

You’ve passed forests and towns, slowly getting smaller and smaller the longer you drive. It feels like you’re heading to the middle of nowhere, and you can only imagine what’s waiting for you in the end. You think of who could be here instead, and know that it’s better that it’s you.

Finally, the taxi comes to a stop. There’s a mansion outside, one that you’ve seen slowly approaching for a while now. It’s huge, dark walls towering above you like a fortress. It’s larger than any house you’ve ever seen, sprawling out to both sides, and you swallow heavily. You can’t imagine what sort of people live in a place so ornate.

But you step out of the taxi. You gather your things. You drag your suitcase up to the front steps as the car pulls away behind you.

You’re stranded now, you think, and almost laugh.

There’s a faint smell of roses in the air, you note, mixed with something dark and unfamiliar. A cool breeze wraps around you, and you shiver. It’s beautiful here, in away that feels almost unreal.

A knock to the door yields no response, and you stand outside for a few long moments, waiting for someone to answer. You’re positive that this is where you’re supposed to be, and you wonder if whoever brought you here is simply toying with you, seeing how you’re going to react.

As if in defiance, you push the door open yourself and step inside. You’re afraid, yes, but if you’re going to meet a horrible end here, it’ll at least be in a way that you can be proud of. You’re not going to cower.

The inside of the mansion is dark, and the air itself feels thick around you. There’s rich furniture everywhere you look, and the air smells dark and musty, like no one has lived there in decades. Somehow, there’s no dust to be found, and that sends a little spike of worry through you.

Someone is definitely here.

It only takes a few moments of wandering around to find an empty sitting room. Making a split-second decision, you roll your suitcase up to one chair and plop down in it. You’ll sit there until someone shows up.

There’s no point in aimlessly searching through a mansion ten times the size of any house you’ve ever been in for any signs of life.

If someone is there, they’ll find you soon enough.

In a few minutes, the creepy atmosphere of the mansion progresses to downright intimidating. It’s quiet, eerily so, with only a few ominous creaks and odd noises to break up the emptiness. You feel like telling yourself that it’s just the house settling, and almost laugh. You’re starting to sound like this is some kind of horror movie. For all you know, it is.

You close your eyes and think of your friend, sobbing and afraid. You have a reason to be here, and you’re not going to back down.

The chair under you is softer than anything you’ve felt. It feels rich in an almost unnatural way, like nothing you’ve ever touched. What kind of people live here? What kind of people have such nice things?

When you open your eyes, it’s to someone behind you.

You know without turning around that there’s someone there. You feel suddenly, abruptly watched, and your stomach sinks hard. The person appeared so suddenly, with no sound, and you can’t imagine anything human being able to move like that. Instead of panicking, though, you take a deep breath and force yourself to be calm, to stand up and turn around.

The man behind you is tall and slender. His dark hair falls in soft waves, and glasses barely conceal sharp eyes. He’s wearing a nice suit, and his posture is so straight it would make a ruler look crooked.

He’s frowning, a stern expression etched across his handsome face.

“How odd. I had expected our guest would be younger,” he says, low voice smooth and polite, with a hint of something sharp lurking in his tone.

You stand up straight and meet his eye, refusing to show the nerves you feel. “If your ‘guest’ is who I’m thinking of, I took her place. It was a last minute change,” you say, and your voice is thankfully even.

“Ah,” the man says, looking at you with cold eyes. “I see. So you’re not who we were planning for. Would you please tell me who you are?”

You introduce yourself, stating only your name. The man replies that he is Sakamaki Reiji, the second son of the household that you’ve been sent to stay in, and you don’t miss the carefully concealed disdain in his voice.

He tells you to gather your things, that he’ll have someone lead you to your room, that this situation will be dealt with later. Your hand goes white-knuckled around the handle of your suitcase. Reiji’s eyes are brighter than they should be, sharper, and you don’t like it.

Just as you’re about to follow him, though, a hand lands on your shoulder. You suppress a startled jerk only barely, and turn around.

It’s another young man, this time with wavy, auburn hair, a wicked smile on his lips, and a hat falling forward over his eyes. He’s leaning in close to you, uncomfortably so, and his hand is tight in your shoulder.

“Hmm? So this is who’s been sent to us?” he asks, tone mocking and light. “What a pretty face… but such a cold expression. How about you smile a little bit, Bitch-chan? You’d look cuter if you did~”

Whatever uncertainty you’d had drops like a stone. He’s making fun of you, you can tell, and it’s only a vague feeling of dread that keeps you from biting back something cruel. There’s a dark aura about this boy, something you can feel in the air, and you don’t want to press at something dangerous.

Instead, you turn around, intending to follow Reiji to your room.

… and come face to face with another one of them.

This time it’s a small boy, all soft cheeks and impossibly wide eyes. He’s clutching a toy to his chest, and is dressed like a child.

You take a step back, startled, and the boy smiles like he’s a cat eyeing a bird with a broken wing. “Teddy… We have someone new to play with,” he mumbles, squeezing the bear to his chest. “We’ll have to break her properly, won’t we? Won’t that be oh-so fun?”

It’s not a good sign. The boy seems unhinged, and you don’t like the predatory gaze he’s eyeing you with. It’s downright impressive that a person so small could be so intimidating, but you don’t want to find out why.

“Shut up! The new prey is mine,” a third voice chimes in, and you spin around to see yet another of them waiting for you.

This boy has a face like the auburn-haired one, but a cocky expression and blood red hair. He grabs you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him like it’s nothing, and leans in much too close for comfort.

“Yuck, she’s old,” he whines, making a sour expression. “Smells good, though. I wonder what you’re gonna taste like,” he laughs. “I bet you’re sweeter than you look… but there’s one way to find out.” He leans in so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and you barely resist struggling.

Somehow, you feel like fighting back would be a death sentence.

“Ayato, if you must persist with such behavior, do it in privacy, please,” Reiji interrupts, and the redhead freezes in place.

You think, for a moment, that he’s going to do something to you anyway, but instead, he pulls away with a glare, scoffing angrily. One of the others snickers, sounding amused. You force down something like terror.

Despite all instincts saying otherwise, you hold still. You already have a feeling that fighting back will just get you in more trouble. You hold yourself tall, breathing even, and doing everything possible to stay calm. Whatever happens, it won’t help you in the slightest if you panic.

“Impressive,” a new voice says, and you feel a headache coming on. How many of these boys are there? “She’s staying pretty calm.”

Reiji stiffens immediately, you note, making a face like he’s eaten something rotten. The other three are still circling you, eyeing you with what’s worryingly close to predatory intent.

There’s a blonde man stretched out on a couch a short ways away. You’re positive that he wasn’t there a moment ago.

Something is starting to feel increasingly wrong.

“What?” the blonde says, letting his eyes slip shut. “This is my home too, Reiji. I can say what I want to.” His tone is bitter and slow.

“Perhaps, but you can also know when to keep your mouth shut,” Reiji replies cooly, and you can already see that there is some hatred between them, some rivalry. Reiji did mention that he was the second son.

Another couple lines are exchanged, the boys’ voices going low with barely disguised anger. The redhead gives a bitter little laugh from behind you, and the small one clutches his toy close to his chest. You’re starting to get a headache from keeping track of all of them, and in almost the exact moment you think that, a sixth voice joins the argument.

“What the hell is all the noise for?” an even younger boy snaps from across the room. His hair is dove white, and he looks strong, even though you can see a youth in his features that betrays his age.

“We’re deciding what to do with our little guest here~,” the auburn haired one says, and gives you a little shove. He’s stronger than he looks.

“Yeah, and Reiji’s being boring about it,” the redhead adds, crossing his arms in a childish motion and leering at you with sharp eyes.

“Perhaps Subaru wanted a taste,” the small one murmurs, a note of something mocking in his voice. “Perhaps he thinks he’ll win her over by being her knight in shining armor. What do you think, Teddy?

The strong boy’s fist splits the wood of the nearby staircase.

It takes considerable effort not to react outwardly. You’ve already figured out that letting anything slip is a bad idea around these boys, but that, that simply wasn’t human.

The pieces fall together quickly in your head. A massive mansion in the middle of nowhere. Six beautiful young men who look at you like they want to swallow you whole. A boy strong enough to crush solid wood like it was paper. The mysterious circumstances under which you were sent to the mansion to begin with, the utter lack of information on it all.

You weren’t among humans anymore.

Somehow, though, that eased some of your fear. Humans who could act like this were one thing. Monsters stuffed into pretty skins were another.

You would at least know what to expect from the monsters.

So you stood still, allowed the boys to keep bickering. Their vicious comments flew over your head easily now that you knew the truth, their too bright eyes on you no longer giving you the same chills.

Somehow, you had the feeling that they wouldn’t kill you. If they’d wanted to, it would have been easier to do it from the start, after all.

If they’d wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be standing.

Your fear was fading fast, replaced with a sense of resignation and mild interest. If you were the sort of person who would volunteer to be sent somewhere like this in the first place, you could withstand what happened.

After a few moments, the arguments died down. Their eyes fixed on you one by one, a strange atmosphere filling the room.

“… she’s not afraid anymore,” Ayato, as you’d picked out that his name was, said. His pretty green eyes stared at you like you’d grown a second head. He shifted position a bit, almost defensive.

“Teddy, why isn’t she more worried? Doesn’t she know that we’re going to hurt her,” the small one, Kanato said with a low voice.

All you saw was an empty threat, a boy trying to frighten what he saw as below him. He probably would hurt you. That didn’t mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you shake before him.

There was suddenly a great imbalance in the room. Now that you were calm, now that you were looking carefully, you could see the obvious discord between the brothers. Now that you were calm, you could see all of them eyeing you with something like curiosity mixed with uncertainty.

You imagined that few people hadn’t cowered from them.

“I think it’s time our guest is shown to her room.” Reiji broke the silence, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He went through a quick introduction of who was who, and you nodded along, already having caught onto everyone’s names. The boys were still staring, some cold unreadable feeling thick in their eyes.

You were just about to follow Reiji to where you would be staying when Laito said something, sing-song voice filled with threat.

“Bitch-chan is awfully relaxed for being stuck in a house of vampires,”

You could see in his eyes that he was expecting you to panic.

Instead, you looked him dead in the eye, smiling politely. “Ah, so that’s what you are. Thank you for telling me; I’ll know what to expect, now.” You knew better than to fight, but you weren’t going to be afraid.

For just an instant, you see a flash of something furious in Laito’s eyes. Instead of scaring you, it shows you that he can feel.

Already, you’re getting an impression of what these boys are like. They fight amongst each other, every one of them puffed up with ego. Like any teenage boys, they’re immature and selfish, but with supernatural abilities, they think that they hold some special place in the world. You can expect them to be cruel, you think, you can expect pain.

When you think of someone you love being in your place, you don’t wish for a second that you wouldn’t have chosen this path.

It’s easy to follow Reiji, easier yet to catch the way he’s glaring at you. He leads you through a series of hallways with no words, and you stand tall with every step. The mansion doesn’t scare you anymore.

Your room is pink and pretty, something clearly intended for a girl much younger than yourself. That alone makes you almost angry.

The idea of someone small and frightened being locked up here with the monsters makes you wish you could get away with punching one of them in the face. They have no right to prey on those who can’t fight back.

Instead, you put your things away, and sit down on the bed.

It’s soft beneath you, and you run your fingers over the silky blankets. Your stay here is sure to be an experience. You may never leave.

That thought doesn’t scare you nearly as much as is probably should.

Shu + hot wax play, a blindfold, and having his hands tied to something above his head (nsfw)

Admin Mawile: I can imagine that this is something that would pretty intense for Shuu… It’s like, one step away from fire, and that’s definitely going to cause some problems. Ah well, I hope I did your idea justice! Σ(ノ°▽°)ノ

Shuu never has been the sort to care too much what you to do him, as long as he gets what he wants in the end. Thus, it’s not too hard to talk him into letting you tie his wrists to the headboard with vampire-proof cuffs.

You press a kiss to his lips, looping a blindfold around his eyes, and Shuu mutters something that sounds like a complaint.

There’s no need to pay it any mind. He has a safeword for a reason.

Sitting back on your heels, you take in the sight before you. Shuu is completely bare, soft skin on full display. The fabric around his eyes is blocking off his vision, cuffs leaving him helpless before you. You could do anything you wanted to him like this, and all he’d be able to do is squirm

Having such a powerful vampire at your mercy is a heady feeling, even if you know he’s only letting you do this because he feels safe.

If anything, his trust makes it even sweeter.

His cock is soft between his legs, but it’s starting to take interest. It gives a little twitch when you run your hands up his thighs, appreciating the strength just below the surface of his pale skin.

Shuu is ridiculously pretty, all silken hair and dreamy blue eyes. That makes it an even more beautiful sight when you tear him apart.

You glance to the heated wax you snuck back with you. The two of you have talked about this kind of thing before. Shuu had already established that he was tough enough to take whatever you wanted to do to him, since he’s handled everything else with barely a noise.

It’s not fair that you haven’t made this beautiful boy break.

Somehow you have a feeling that he won’t take this one quite as easily. You’re going to out-kink him if it kills you, at this point.

Fire is a huge no, you’re aware. Instead, you have wax heated just enough for even a vampire to feel it, pooled in a little heated pan. You pick it up, tip it a bit, and watch the liquid red swirl and slosh towards the edge.

The first drop of wax hits Shuu’s stomach, and the way he flinches is visible. A gasp like nothing you’ve ever heard leaves him.

When Shuu twists against the cuffs, practically whimpering at the next drop, you go almost dizzy with arousal. This is already the most affected you’ve ever seen him, the most out of control, and you’ve barely begun.

“Wh-What– Hot–!” There’s tension running through him, something more vulnerable than you’re used to.

“Shhh, it’s just wax. There’s no fire. Nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

You carefully place the candle down and lean forward, kissing him and rubbing gently at the cooling wax. Shuu twitches all over, and kisses back like he’s dying for it. You can see him starting to get hard.

A bit of wax goes to his thigh next, and the ragged moan the heat draws out of him is like fire down your spine.

You’re not going to stop until he begs.

KOU BEING A SIZE QUEEN IS LITERALLY THE BEST CONCEPT IN THIS ENTIRE FRANCHISE!! 🅱️lease write my second best boy taking a big one up the ass ;))

Admin Mawile: Ask and you shall receive! (๑✧◡✧๑) Very, very nsfw under the cut~ (And yes, anon, I agree that this is a lovely concept)

“You want to see it go all the way in, don’t you?” Kou’s eye is glowing red, his sweat slick face squinched up into an expression of utter pleasure.

The thickest toy you’ve ever seen is about half way in him, stretching his hole so much you’d think it would hurt. He’s leaning over it, back arched and body shaking, though, and seems to be loving every second of stretch.

“Quit using your powers for this,” you laugh, “and be careful. I don’t want you going to fast on that thing and hurting yourself.”

Kou grins, flipping a bit of damp hair out of his face. He sinks down slightly further on the toy and moans, obviously making a show out of it. “But it feels good,” he whines, squirming a bit, toes curling. “You don’t understand. I want to be able to feel it for days.”

“I know, you little diva. I bet you’d like it if I recorded this, too, so you could see how slutty you look right now.” Your words are followed up with a wicked grin, and Kou’s eyes go dark, pupils going impossibly wide.

He forces himself down further, only a couple inches away from the base of the toy, and squeaks when it hits something sensitive.

You know he’s being dramatic about it, trying to look good even as he works a toy almost as thick as your wrist into himself. You’re half tempted to shove him the rest of the way down and make him really scream. He’d like that, even if he’d complain about the ache for days after.

Kou whines, shifting a bit, and you only imagine how full he must feel. His hole is red around the base of the toy, cock flushed and bobbing between his legs with every little move, dripping wetness.

Shifting, you ease yourself closer to him, smiling and wrapping your fingers around his dick. You didn’t think he’d manage this without help.

The whimper that leave him when you start to stroke goes straight to your sex. Watching Kou impale himself on a massive toy is one thing, but easing him into it is even hotter. Especially when he drops his head to your shoulder, cool breath puffing against your skin as he moans.

“Just… a little further,” he whimpers. “I’m gonna do it.”

With that, your hand still stroking him, he slides the rest of the way down, gasping like he’s dying as the last inch or two sinks in.

He’s shaking, so full he looks like he can hardly breathe, and his pretty face is damp with sweat. You tease the head of his cock and relish in the whine and jerk it earns you, Kou whimpering as the toy presses inside him.

He’s already wrecked, but you aren’t done with him yet.

For the parental au. What if they tried to encourage the Sakamaki brothers to bond?

Admin Mawile: (・へ・) Considering that it’s pretty shameful in vampire culture to get that attached to someone… that might be tricky. However, the boys are all horribly love-starved, and for this ask, I’ll assume that you mean bonding to the reader, and that you’re already pretty close to the boys!

Shuu:

-He’s honestly something close to afraid of forming a bond with anyone, and it’ll take a lot of convincing to get him to open up. Once he gets attached, though, he falls almost painfully hard, and that’s all the more reason why he’s afraid to let anyone get that close to him, even someone like you.

Reiji:

-Attachments are below him, and there’s no way he’d ever need one… he says until it actually happens. Starved for attention as he is, it’s not hard at all for him to get attached to someone who treats him like he’s worth something. By that point, he’s pretty much doomed to be horribly, horribly attached. 

Ayato:

-Once you start praising him and treating him like he’s good, it’s pretty much sealed. He falls hard and fast, and gets more and more needy when it comes to your attention and praise. It’s hard for his ego to admit it, but he really needs the kind of affection that a real bond entails. 

Kanato:

-He’s so desperate for proper attention that he’s starting to bond to you almost before you can suggest it. You’re the only person who’s ever tried to take care of him, and that goes a long way in getting close to him, even if he will yell at you and deny any kind of attachment to a “mere human”. 

Laito:

-He’s beyond hesitant to form a bond with anyone who could hurt him by getting too close, but at the same time, he’s emotionally fragile enough that it’s not that hard to have him falling. He winds up almost dangerously attached to you, once you start trying to encourage him to bond. 

Subaru:

-Do you… really want someone like him to be that close to you? It’s hard for him to imagine feeling that wanted, and by the time you get past his more violent nature, it’s not too hard for him to bond to you. You’re pretty much the first person who’s tried to get so close to him, after all. 

Kanato being cared for after sex for the sub au? His s/o is holding him and telling him he did so good after overstimulating him?

Admin Mawile: The first of the nsfw requests is here! This one honestly came out more fluffy, but oh well. It’s pretty darn cute! ((┘ﾟ∀ﾟ)┘

Eyes fluttering closed, dark lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks, Kanato was as pretty as you’d ever seen him.

His face is red and tear streaked, soft skin flushed dark.

“You did good, Kanato,” you said, brushing a hand through his sweat-damp hair. He made a soft, tired little noise in response, rolling over and curling up so that his head rested against your hip.

Somehow, you’d managed to get three orgasms out of him, one after another, until he was sobbing into the sheets, too weak to even struggle. You’d only let up a moment ago, and by that point, Kanato looked downright fucked-out, half out of his mind with pleasure.

It was a good look on him, you thought.

“You’re going to kill me,” he mumbles, sounding oddly happy about it.

“Darn right I am. And you’re going to love it,” you laugh, and pull his skinny body up into your lap before he can complain.

There’s something fragile about the way he tucks his head against your chest, soft breaths falling against your skin. He looks small and vulnerable, softly snuggling up to your skin like he needs the attention oh-so badly. You can only imagine how many people never gave it to him.

“Good boy… So good for me,” you whisper, and you can feel the way Kanato shudders at the words, going limp all at once against your chest. “You’re such a sweet boy. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Kanato whines, low and almost distressed, nuzzling closer to you. He hides his face in your chest, thin legs curling up around you like parenthesis.

He makes a noise like he’s dying when you start to press little kisses all over his face and hair. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him close to you, firm enough that he’ll feel grounded and held tight.

A few moments pass like that, peacefully, and you allow Kanato to cling onto you like he never wants to let go, rocking him softly in a gesture that’s as tender as you can manage. You know that vampire aren’t exactly gentle creatures, but the poor thing seems downright starved for love, and well, what kind of partner would you be if you didn’t give it to him.

“We’ve got to clean up, you know,” you say eventually. “You’re gonna throw a fit when you wake up all sticky.”

Kanato makes an incoherent noise into your chest, before tipping his head up enough to speak. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to move, so we’re staying here. You got your way plenty already,” he says, sniffling.

His lips are kiss-swollen and red, you note.

You want to kiss him until they bruise.

“Alright, you little monster. We’ll cuddle instead. Don’t cry any more.” You kiss his forehead again, and Kanato sighs, content.

Squirming a bit to get closer to you, he moves with you when you roll over, firmly lodging himself in the space between your chest and the bed. He mumbles something about you being warm, and brushes his lips against your skin, softer than you once thought he could be.

You squeeze him close to you, tight enough that he’ll never feel like he could slip away.

question about the xeno au: does the person on the other end of the bond feel any change/does the bond have certain effects on them too? or is just the vampire? ^^

Admin Mawile: ( •⌄• ू )✧

-If the other person is a vampire, then yes, they’re probably going to be feeling much the same way. However, humans are built with the same kinds of instincts, and in the case of a vampire bonding with a human, it’s almost completely one-sided. The human is going to be able to pick up on the changes in the vampire, yes, but without the same instincts, there’s not much more they can do than to treat the bonded vampire well and try to make the (probably horribly stressful) situation as easy on them as possible. Considering that modern vampires see it as weak and shameful to get attached to anyone, it’s going to require some comfort and reassurance.