electrocution for human au Shin. Pretty fucked up but I’m thinking like an electric shock collar and basically he being treated like an actual pet. Lots of humiliation please…

12. Electrocution

Not gonna lie, this was really fun to write~

The collar went tight around his neck before he could stop it. You have Shin pinned to a wall, arms behind his back, and all the complaint he can make is a bitter little moan. You’d laugh, but the real fun hadn’t started yet.

“Don’t touch that,” you say, smiling and pulling yourself to your feet. “If you try to take it off, I’ll break your fingers.”

Shin’s good eye goes wide. His hands move away from the collar very quickly. You flop down on the chair behind you, twirling the remote in your hand. There’s a series of buttons, each corresponding to a shock setting. Shin is glaring at you like he thinks his protests are going to do him any good. He bites out an angry curse, so annoyingly disrespectful, and you press one of the buttons for a lower setting at random.

A little yelp leaves him, hands flying to his neck as his body spasms. “What the fuck did you do?” Shin hisses, and yep, this one never learns. Yous shock him again, at the same level, just to hear his squeak.

“Bad dog,” you laugh. “Quit your barking. You’re annoying when you complain so much.” Shin’s jaw twitches, furious. “I want you on your knees like a good pet, come on. I’ll make it hurt worse if you don’t obey.”

“Fuck no! Why woul–” You cut him off halfway through with a stronger shock, forcing him to his knees as his muscles spasm and jerk.

He keeps trying to protest, keeps trying to get back up, and every time, you shock him again, turning the power up more and more with every attempt. Shin yelps, then howls, breathing staccato-sharp and heavy under the pain of electricity running through him. You don’t even have to touch him. All it takes is a press of a button to put him in his place.

Finally, finally he stays down. There’s fury and humiliation in his eyes, but he doesn’t try to get up again, doesn’t curse at you or try to struggle any more. You smile. This is progress.

“Good boy,” you croon, like you’re talking to an animal. “Hmm, why don’t you bark for me? Like a real dog. That’d be cute, huh, doggy?” Then, like an afterthought, “You know what will happen if you don’t.”

Eyeing the remote like he wishes he could smash it, Shin looks up at you with a flushed, pained expression. He’s shaking, you note with delight. And then, without you even having to press the next button, he does it. You shock him again because the little yips aren’t quite genuine.

“Come ooon~ You can do better than that!” you laugh, running your finger over the edge of the remote. “Wag your tail, puppy!”

Looking like he’d sooner be dead, Shin barks again, something closer to a realistic yip. Hesitantly, like he hates himself for every second of it, he gives his hips a little shake, a pathetic imitation of a dog’s tail.

“How cute! You know what? I think next, you should lick my shoes.” Shin’s eye starts to twitch, a look of horror crawling across his face. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I mean, we both know what will happen if you don’t.” You give him another little shock to make your point, relishing in how he squeaks, how he tries to curl in on himself to hide from the pain.

With your finger hovering over one of the higher settings, Shin crawls with delicious reluctance over to your feet.

His head falls to your shoes, and you know you won’t get tired of this.

Pet au. “Stay” Ayato. Pretty please!

13. “Stay.”

Done!! Thank you so much for the request ❤

It takes him a stupid amount of time to realize that she isn’t coming back, that this time, he’s really been abandoned for good.

Ayato’s owner had taken him to a park, small and isolated, out of the way. He’d been so happy that she’d taken him out for once, instead of leaving him locked up somewhere dark and alone because he could never be good enough. But then, she’d had him sit down beside a bench, told him that she’d be right back, and to ‘stay’ and be good until she returned.

The sky had gone dark since then, and she wasn’t back yet.

Ayato had spent a while being patient, hoping that she wouldn’t leave him here for too long, that she’d be back soon and would take him somewhere else nice. But time had passed, slow due to boredom, and Ayato had begun to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He’d gone from patiently waiting to squirming anxiously, eyes fixed on the street nearby.

He’d hoped, though, that the feeling was wrong. He’d hoped that he was just being too needy again, and that she’d be back and take him home, and maybe only complain a little that he’d made trouble for her again.

But the park only grows darker. The air only gets colder. She doesn’t return, and Ayato starts to think that he’s going to be sick.

He’s waited so long that he’d never find her, Ayato thinks, panicking. He hasn’t walked these streets before, and he’d never find his way home now. Even if he got up and forced himself to try to get back to her on his own, he wouldn’t make it. Shaking from cold and fear, Ayato stumbles over broken thoughts on what he could possibly do now.

It’s sinking in, little, by little, that he’s been abandoned. Maybe, maybe she hopes he won’t make it back. Maybe he’s finally been thrown away like she always threatened she would. Fear rises bitter in the back of Ayato’s throat. She always just shut him in a room when she was angry before, only threatened to leave him somewhere and not come back. Ayato realizes that his hands are shaking. He feels close to throwing up.

So he lays down, dirt hard under his chest, and curls up. If he stays here, if he’s good, someone will come back for him.

She told him to be good, and this time, he’ll be sure to obey.

He wishes she’d take him back. Even if she had to beat him like his birth home did when he was bad, it would be better than being all alone. Like this, no one would ever want him again. Everyone would know that he’d been thrown away, no owner would want to deal with something so rotten.

There’s panic tightening his chest, making it hard to breathe. Ayato forces himself to stay low and curled up, to keep himself warm. Someone will be back for him, they have to. Even if it’s not her, someone.

And he’ll be patient and good until then.

Can I get human au Kanato for either 13, 14, 15, or 17? OmO

17. Drugged

HUGE WARNING FOR THIS ONE. It has some STRONG non-con vibes, even though nothing truly sexual happens. Forced drugging, too, and just general creepiness. Please don’t read if any of the above bothers you!

Three bites into the slice of cake you so conveniently left out, Kanato drops the fork. About ten seconds later, Teddy falls to the floor.

You take that moment to appear in the kitchen beside him, standing just across the room. Kanato’s eyes, already starting to go glassy, flicker over to you with nothing short of panic.

“Did the cake taste good?” you laugh, and that panic blossoms into terror. You lick your lips and Kanato shudders all over.

“What did you do?” he whispers, sounding small and weak.

“Just a little potion from the demon world. Don’t worry hon; it’s nothing fatal.” You step towards him, swipe up a bit of frosting from his plate, and lick it off your finger. “Won’t hurt me, either. That means I’ll be plenty safe to have my fill of you, you know?”

Kanato is going shaky all over. You can see it. He forces himself to stand up, and gets one step backwards before he crumples to the floor, limp as the dolls he treasures. A pathetic little moan leave him, terror-filled at the sudden lack of control over his body. He can’t move right now, but his mind is plenty aware. It’s just how you want him to be.

“See, sugar, I was getting sick of all your whining when I bite you.” You crouch next to him, place a gentle hand on his back. “I’m going to teach you to be good. You won’t make a fuss this time, we can be sure of that.”

With Kanato limp, it’s easy to scoop him up. He doesn’t kick or struggle, and you’re able to simply carry him to a more private room.

In one of the more isolated studies, you ease his pliant body down onto a couch. “See, I won’t be rough,” you laugh, delighted at the fear in his eyes. While his body is as good as paralyzed, his mental processes haven’t been affected a bit, and you can just imagine how afraid he is now.

Sitting down next to him, you lift his wrist to your mouth sinking your fangs in. Kanato doesn’t so much as flinch, but a soft, involuntary whimper leaves him, and you smile against the soft skin. How cute.

Soon enough, you move on to ripping his shirt open, exposing his deathly pale, skinny chest. You bite just below his collarbone, and begin to work a path downwards, leaving a trail of bloody wounds in your wake. You settle at the meat of his stomach, where a few too many sweets have resulted in one of the only soft parts on his thin frame.

The flesh there gives easily, and Kanato moans again, sounding terrified and pained. He still can’t so much as twitch, though, and you relish not having tiny hands clawing at your back for once.

His fight is cute, of course, but toying with him like this is a rare chance… one that you will treasure.

How sweet, to have such an pliant little doll to play with.

Sub AU + Bruises + Reiji + NSFW~ (you mentioned a while back that Reiji was a fan of corporeal punishment in this AU, and I’d love to see it <3)

10. Bruises

And I enjoyed writing it, anon~ >:Dc Again, I feel like this is something that I could go into a lot more depth on, and someday, maybe I’ll do a full length something explaining the nuances behind Reiji’s thought process here…

Ah well. For now, this is just vaguely nsfw bonding time for him and Reader. ^^

Warnings for corporal punishment, obviously, as well as implied child abuse and other DL typical nastiness.

“Hold still, now. We’re going to do ten this time, alright?”

“Understood.” Reiji’s voice doesn’t shake a bit, even as he’s bent over his own bed, about to be beaten. You’re the one who feels unsure.

Even so, you swing the belt just like he showed you, wincing only a little bit at the crack of leather on bare skin, the sight of red blossoming under where your hit had landed. Reiji had insisted that he wanted this, wanted the pain, and you’re determined to do what he needs.

“One.” You’re going to go slow. Not only because you need it, but because you’re well aware that the anticipation will get under his skin.

The next two strikes land in quick succession, and you catch the first whisper of a flinch from Reiji. Vampire resilience or not, you’re hitting with as much strength as you can muster, and it has to hurt.

The skin of his thighs is already going a dark, bruised looking red. You swallow your worry, and count off both hits, just as you agreed.

Reiji takes number four with the same poise, only slightly tensing under the pain. You bite your lip. He had insisted that he wanted this to hurt. For number five, you put even more power into the strike, and are rewarded with a sweet little yelp escaping from his throat. That’s more like it, you think, and count off those two strikes as well.

Six lands directly on top of a previous hit, and you force yourself to ignore the trickle of blood that oozes from the broken skin that results. Reiji has a safeword for a reason. He can stop this at any time.

“Six.” You don’t miss the way he shivers at your stern tone.

Seven leaves another red, angry bruise behind, staining the pale skin of Reiji’s thighs with crimson. You’re hitting more than hard enough to do real damage to a human, but the most response you get is another yelp.

Eight draws out a third little sound, this time coupled with a short, gasping breath. Reiji ducks his head and shakes, but you don’t falter.

“You’re doing good, you know,” you say, right before landing the next strike, the strongest one yet, and Reiji actually moans. It’s the most reaction you’ve gotten out of him, and you dare a smile. It’s not so bad, when you can tell that he’s enjoying it like this.

The final strike lands across the sensitive curve of Reiji’s thighs with a resounding snap. As soon as “ten” leaves your mouth, Reiji goes limp.

You’re sitting on the bed next to him in an instant, rubbing his back and running fingers through his hair. His thighs are a mess of blood and fresh bruises, and despite the way that he’s shivering almost painfully, the way he looks up at you is nothing short of worshipful.

The most you know about Reiji’s… interest in being beaten is that it was a common occurrence in his childhood, that the closest to affection his mother ever treated him with was after beating him bloody.

This, you think, is a much better way to fill that need.

Drowning prompt please for Whumptober (I think that’s what it’s called..?)! If you could do a reader insert where the reader throws Ayato into the mansion’s pool in what’s meant to be a minor punishment, and doesn’t realise until he sinks that he can’t swim, so they have to save him (I’ve just always had a headcanon for the Human! au that the triplets can’t swim). Thanks so much Mawile <3

Can you do drowning with Ayato please? – Zera ❤️ Anon

Done! ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ It was actually difficult to keep this short. This is an idea that I feel like I could get out a couple thousand words on, but for the sake of this prompt, I kept it short. Maybe I’ll revisit it and write something longer someday…

“Quit complaining. You’re being noisy, and it’s annoying,” you growl from where your fangs are buried in Ayato’s neck. He’s been whining since you started, trying pathetically to shove you away from him.

“It hurts!” he yelps in response, struggling to sound angry. “Get off of me! You can’t treat me like this!” New prey always has some room to learn, and you do try to go easier on the humans who haven’t realized just how futile their struggles are, but this is just irritating.

Ayato shoves you again, hands catching on your shoulders and pushing hard. His face is red with pain and exertion, and those pretty green eyes are deliciously wide. You think that you might still go easy on him.

“Fii~ine,” you say, drawing out the word in in a sing-song tone. “If you don’t want me to bite you, we can do something else.”

There’s a flash of relief across Ayato’s face, but he just as quickly covers it up with arrogance. You want to see that pride shatter, replaced with the kind of fear humans like him should be showing you.

When you pull back, Ayato’s posture slumps ever so slightly. He’s tense when you’re close to him, you think with delight. How entertaining. You already know what you’re going to do with him next, and it’s easy to slip behind him, scooping him up just enough to teleport to where your next bit of fun will be, laughing as Ayato squeaks at the sudden movement.

He looks around frantically, like he can’t understand how he changed rooms so quickly. Like he hasn’t seen you teleport before. When he finally takes in where he’s at, an adorable look of confusion settles over his features, making him look all the more like a pouty child.

You’re beside your mansion’s indoor pool; a dark room with low light and dark tile. The water laps at the edges of the pool, and Ayato eyes it with something that seems almost uncomfortable.

“The fuck is this…?” Ayato mutters, sounding half nervous and half unsure. You just smile again, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“I told you; if you don’t want me to bite you, we’ll do something else. And judging from your attitude, I think you could stand to cool off.” There’s a flicker of terror in Ayato’s eyes, but it’s too late.

From behind him, you give a rough shove, and with a splash, he’s in the water. You laugh delightedly. Maybe this will teach him to have some more respect for the creature that could kill him in a second.

But instead of popping up, wet and offended, like you’d expected, Ayato surfaces in a flurry of panic. He’s struggling, clawing at the water like he thinks such frantic motions will keep him up.

It occurs to you, suddenly, that he doesn’t know how to swim.

And well, it’s not like you want your prey to die.

You haul Ayato out of the water as easily as you can with him kicking like that, annoyed that you had to jump in after him and get wet. As soon as he’s on solid ground, he collapses, hacking up water and coughing like he’s dying, shivering so hard you can see it. You sit beside him until the coughing subsides, until he seems a little calmer, then speak up.

“So you can’t swim, hm?” Ayato flinches. “That’s what I thought. What a troublesome human, making me save you like that. I think you should beg me for forgiveness,” you say, voice harsh and irritated.

He’s looking at you with nothing short of terror, still shaking pitifully. You think that this might have been a better punishment than you expected.

how about a mix of the “manhandling” and “restraints” prompt with Ruki? Specifically I’m thinking bondage and someone getting choked out…. (I know you get a lot of requests for human au so you can decide who’s on the receiving end here)

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.

Could we have something similar to what you did with Kanato, but for Reiji? Like,,the reader comforting him after reducing him to a blushing,overstimulated mess If you’re not feeling like it it’s 100% ok too! (I love this au vv much, that you for giving us this p r ime Do-S fantasy)

I love this Au too~ >:Dc It’s so, so fun to write for, and I appreciate every request that y’all send in! Anyway, this is mostly fluff with just a lil bit of nsfw…

It wasn’t often that you got to see Reiji truly wrecked. He was too proud to allow you to witness any shameful side of him… no matter how much you both knew that he liked it.

Now was one of those rare times. After nearly an hour of teasing and three orgasms, you could finally say that he was relaxed.

And by relaxed, you meant very nearly a puddle on the bed.

Face flushed up to his ears, hair sweat-damp and sticking to his forehead in a mess he would have never consciously allowed, glasses long discarded and leaving you with a perfect view of his dazed, crimson eyes, Reiji was the exact kind of wrecked you liked to see him. Even his posture, normally so strict and sharp, had been reduced to an undignified sprawl.

The last of the aftershocks from his last climax were still making him shiver, and his softening cock was a delicious shade of red against his pale thighs. If you thought he had it in him, you’d have gone for another round.

“Th-That’s… enough…” Reiji stuttered, though. Even his voice was shaking, tone so much softer than you were used to from him.

On a whim, you leaned forwards, brushing Reii’s hair out of the way and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Alright. We’re done. You did great, darling.” If he’d been any more coherent, Reiji wouldn’t have let himself appreciate the soothing tone and sappy pet name. Like this, though, he went half-limp, shivering all over again and leaning into your touch.

Poor thing really was starved for affection, when he let himself admit it. You pressed a series of soft little kisses down to Reiji’s cheek, just because you knew he needed the tenderness, and were met with a shaky arm wrapping itself around your waist, tugging you closer.

“We’ll cuddle for a little bit, but I know you’ll be grouchy if we don’t clean up soon,” you smile, easing yourself down to his chest.

Reiji hugs you almost too tightly, curling himself around you like he never wants to leave. He sighs, once, into your hair, and you pretend like you can’t feel his tears, overwhelmed as he is.

You’ve learned that he’s an easy crier when he’s being honest with himself. That’s just one piece of information that you feel honored to know.

Adjusting yourself a bit, you move one hand to Reiji’s back, stroking long, slow lines up and down the skin. He shudders, breathing sharply into your hair again, and you’re reminded yet again that he hasn’t had nearly enough positive contact in his life.

You’re going to have to get cleaned up soon. Everything right now is nice, but you know well that it’ll only be a few minutes before “nice” turns into “sticky and gross”. Neither you nor Reiji like that part.

For now, though, it’s easier to stay where you are, Reiji’s larger frame wrapped around you. It feels so easy to never let go.

human au Shu + Insomnia (basically Shu comforting his vampire s/o with bad insomnia, since I’ve had a really hard time sleeping lately…)

3. Insomnia

I hope this helps you sleep a little better, anon! o3o I made it cute, just for you

You’d never known Shuu to have a problem sleeping. By which you meant that you’d caught him asleep in a freezing bath before.

Vampires like yourself didn’t need to sleep anywhere near as much as humans did. You could go nights without rest with little ill effects, but of course, it was much more comfortable to sleep in a pattern similar to that of a human. And that was where your problem stood.

Sleep hadn’t come easily to you in years. Maybe that made you a bit cranky, or maybe tormenting the lazy prince charming of a human that had been sent to your mansion was just a little too fun. Either way, you’d spent more and more time seeking Shuu out to bully and tease.

He’d found out at some point that you just… didn’t sleep. At least, not until your body physically crashed. You didn’t exactly try to hide it.

You’d only been trying to bother him when you insisted that he teach you how to sleep like he did– everywhere and whenever he felt like it–, but he’d quickly taken the chance to avoid being bitten that night.

Now, Shuu laid across from you, already half asleep. His blue eyes were lidded, pale lashes casting shadows across his face in the low light, and his body slumped against your blankets in a relaxed sprawl. He hadn’t so much as bothered to kick off his shoes. You sort of felt like being offended, but you didn’t exactly have the mood to bite him for it.

“You have to relax,” he mumbled, turning his face until his voice was muffled by the sheets. “You won’t sleep like that.”

“Brave words,” you snapped back, but your voice lacked anything harsh. You were too tired to bother with punishing him for that. “I suppose you’re the expert on falling asleep by now?”

“Nah,” Shuu muttered after a moment. “I’ve just gotten used to it. Don’t have the energy to do anything else.” His hand lifted, reaching over to brush against yours. “I’m warmer than you, if you want to lay down a little closer. It’s not like I’m the one who bites.”

His voice was teasing, obviously trying to imply something lewd, but you ignored it. You rolled your eyes, but did exactly so, rearranging your body until you were mere inches away.

“I should make you cry for that,” you sigh, pressing your cold nose to the skin of Shuu’s neck just to feel him shiver. “You’re sassing me.”

“Later… ‘M tired,” Shuu yawns, squirming to better fit your grip.

A human in your arms was warmer than you remembered, all pounding blood and steady breaths. The fabric of Shuu’s cardigan was soft under your hands, his body solid and real. You could bite him later, when you weren’t feeling so calm. It was nice to have him like this, quiet and peaceful and unafraid.

Within minutes, you were asleep.

Scenario of reader takes pictures of human Kou after a bite, he starts to beg her not to show anyone and she says that she won’t because she’s the only one who gets to see those expressions of his

(´꒳`∗) I like this idea~

Kou’s skinny wrists jerked under your grip when your fangs pierced his skin. Blood welled up, hot and sweet against your tongue, and the little sounds slipping out of him made the taste all the sharper.

His back arched, chest pressing against yours as he tried to squirm away from the pain, heaving with unsteady breaths.

When you finally pulled away, he crumpled, unable to stand now that your grip wasn’t keeping him up. Tear streaks ran down Kou’s pretty face, stunning blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, and soft lips were bitten-pink, complemented by the blood streaking his neck.

In short, he looked delicious.

On a whim, you pulled out your phone, snapping a couple quick pictures of Kou’s wrecked appearance before a truly wicked idea struck you.

“Hey, pet~” you crooned, kneeling down to his level with your phone in hand. “Have a look at this! Don’t you just look precious?”

Dazed eyes flicking to the screen, Kou’s face abruptly went a good couple shades redder. He looked away just as fast, scrunching up his face and whining. How cute. He really did sound like some kind of pet.

“Come on, now. I thought you were vain? Don’t you love it when those annoying girls take pictures of you when you’re at work? How’s this any different?” You paused, bringing a finger to your lips. “…speaking of work, I wonder what your little fans would think of seeing these?” It was hard not to snicker, imagining what kind of face he’d make in response.

And, oh, you weren’t disappointed. Kou instantly lunged forwards, scrambling for the phone. You were on your feet in a second, holding it just above his head and laughing at the panic in his eyes.

“No! Please, don’t!” Kou whimpered. “Please. I-I won’t struggle anymore? I’ll let you bite me at school? Anything, anything if you just delete those!” There was genuine fear in his voice, and the sound of it was even sweeter than his blood. You took a moment pretending to think.

“Hmm… okay. I won’t post them. You’re too cute for me to delete the pictures, but, you know why I won’t spread them?”

Relief was visible in the way Kou’s shoulder’s dropped, in the way the pretty tears in his eyes finally spilled over. You could see his shoulders shaking. His thin fingers curled against the floor.

You kneeled again, slipping your phone into your pocket again. This time, you wrapped one arm around Kou’s shoulders, ignoring the way he stiffened, and following it up by pressing a little kiss to the side of his forehead. Kou shivered even harder at the contact, eyeing you with nothing short of terror, and you smiled, tugging him closer to you.

“You’re mine, kitty. No one else gets to see the pretty faces you make for me. I’ll be the one to torment you until the end of time.”

He didn’t dare to object.

The Kou one is done!! Laito is up next!! 😀 Hope you don’t mind that I decided to do these in short fic form~

Blindfolded, so he couldn’t use his magic eye to gain any kind of upper hand, you could see faint tear tracks along the flushed skin of Kou’s cheeks.

You’d spent the past ten minutes talking to him, breaking down every wall you could find, little by little pulling apart the glue that held together his carefully constructed facade. Kou had been left just helpless enough that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself together, and you’d slowly pulled away every bit of fakeness that he clung to, used to shield himself from the world.

His shoulders were shaking, little trembles spasming through him as he fought with whatever pride he had left not to cry. What you could see of his face was scrunched up, streaked with messy, wet tears.

When you lowered a hand to his face to brush away tears, he flinched.

“Poor thing. You didn’t want me to see this, did you?” you murmured, stroking your fingers over hot, damp skin. “Are you afraid?”

Kou sobbed, trying to curl up on himself, but you nudged his limbs back apart, not letting him hide. “O-Of course not,” he whined, voice fragile and weak. “I– I don’t–It feels like you’re taking me apart.” His hand found your wrist, squeezing, and he hesitantly nuzzled at your hip.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, and Kou froze. A little whine left his throat, and his hand tightened around your wrist, bruising.

“N-No! I’m, it’s–” he shuddered again, so hard you could feel it. “Please don’t leave me. I need you.” There was a raw emotion in his voice like nothing you’d ever heard from him, something vulnerable and open.

“Not gonna leave,” you crooned, leaning down to press soft little kisses onto what skin of his face you can reach. Kou whimpered at the touch, squirming, and when he reached up to tug you down to him, you went willingly. You let yourself be pulled back onto the bed, where Kou latched on.

You pulled him close to you, looping an arm around his skinny shoulders and letting him nuzzle into your chest. He clings to you like he needs the affection terribly, pressing his blindfolded face close.

“Good boy. Thank you so much for trusting me. I won’t leave, promise. I’ll be right here to take care of you,” you say, soft.

Kou whines, mumbles something into your skin about how broken he is, and your heart aches. This is the real him. At least, as close to it as you’ve ever gotten, and what you’re finding is heartbreaking.

What’s happened to him is so far beyond what you know how to deal with. Just getting to the root of the trauma like this is hard for both of you. You can’t imagine what you’d have to do to actually start fixing anything that you’ve found. You don’t know if Kou could take it.

“It’s okay if you’re broken,” you say, pausing for just a moment to press another kiss into his soft hair. “I’ll love you no matter what.”