Tag: Fic

only you know the way that i break: first scene

Admin Mawile: Well, here’s the first chapter of Laito’s route! I wrote it faster than expected, so I hope everything turned out alright… 

To anyone who doesn’t already know, this fic takes place in my Sub Au, more information for which can be found on this blog. There’s going to be a route for each boy, and each route will be divided up into an estimated ten chapters. I’m probably taking on too much, honestly (*~▽~)

The warnings for this chapter include one scene that implies sexual assault, some minor blood and violence, and Laito being himself. If any of this bothers you, read carefully.

Questions and comments will always be appreciated, and thank you so much for reading! ❤ (∩´∀`)∩

Fic below the cut!!!

Time passes. You sleep for a bit, half expecting that you’ll wake up to one of the boys in your room. You remain undisturbed, though, all by yourself in a room so overly feminine it’s almost unpleasant.

The sky outside lightens and darkens. You’ve slept through most of a day already. There’s not much of a reason why you shouldn’t.

Instead of fussing over why no one has come for you yet, you go through your things, calmly unpacking and making the absurdly pink room your own. Everything in it is nice, all high quality materials, and you find it harder and harder to complain about the decor alone.

The room itself smells like flowers and something dark and unpleasant. There are few sounds in the house, not even the settling you’d expect.

It’s unnatural. It’s what you’d expect from a home full of vampires.

Despite the horror of the situation, you don’t feel anything but calm resignation. You’re here for good, you have a feeling, and it doesn’t seem to make sense to be afraid after everything that’s happened.

You know they might kill you. You know they’re going to hurt you.

Thinking of who could be in your place, you find you don’t really care.

The idea of being the vampire’s prey doesn’t scare you anymore. Your first meeting was far from intimidating. If anything, you feel like you won something by standing your ground when they tried to be intimidating.

You’re kneeling by the bed, sliding your suitcase underneath it for storage when one of the boys from before appears behind you.

You feel him before you turn around and see him, the distinct feeling of being watched. By choice, you stay exactly where you are, carefully pushing your suitcase the rest of the way under the bed.

“Ah, she’s ignoring me~” Laito says, humor in his tone. “Bitch-chan is so cruel. And here I just wanted to talk.”

When you do turn around, it’s slowly, as if you couldn’t care less that a vampire is looming mere inches behind you. Laito is much too close, practically invading your space with his body where he stands.

It’s a gesture of dominance, you can tell, and when you stand up, you make sure not to back down for a second. You stand up, staying just as close as he put himself to you, and look him dead in the eye. Laito isn’t particularly tall, and his intimidation is purely in the way he carries himself.

Laito’s pretty green eyes sparkle with something cunning and cold. You have the feeling he’s going to try something to make you afraid.

“So, what are you here for?” you ask.

“I wanted to talk to our pretty guest~” he sing-songs, sounding delighted. “You were such a brave little Bitch-chan earlier…”

He’s patronizing you with every word, treating you like a silly little girl. You can imagine that he’s used to girls much younger and softer than yourself. The thought of that makes you feel almost sick.

“Alright. What did you want to talk about?” you reply, sitting down on the bed in a casual gesture that should show him you’re not afraid.

There’s no sense in being rude to the vampires, but you’re also not going to cower from them for a second. You’ll be polite, yes, but you won’t leave room for them to walk all over you or see a second of your fear.

Well, not that you have much of that in the first place.

Laito sits down next to you, smiling fake-friendly. His posture is schooled, open, arms back and head tilted slightly back. He’s trying to look harmless, you can tell, and if anything, that puts you more on edge. You have a feeling that this one is a manipulator, and the last thing you want is to get wrapped up in the lies of a monster like him.

“So, why’s Bitch-chan so fearless, hmm~?” he asks with a little laugh at the end. “Don’t you realize that you’re in a bad place?”

You take a moment to consider how honest you should be. You run the risk of making him angry if you’re too blunt, but hiding things could very well get you in more trouble. This one could probably tell.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you say in the end. “I don’t know why, but I’m not. As soon as I figured out what you are, I quit being scared.” There’s a flash of something like surprise in Laito’s eyes, for just an instant.

You can’t help but feel like he’s faking.

Laito replies with cheery words, and you imagine that he’s trying to be comforting. He’s looking at you with something like predatory intent, though, and the sharpness in his eyes defeats the soft words.

Instead of pointing this out, you play along.

The conversation goes back and forth a couple more times, Laito seemingly playing the part of the concerned bystander. You don’t like how good an actor he is, cheerful voice slipping over the pretty words with ease. He doesn’t slip up for a second, even though you can tell that he’s messing with you. He must be well used to tricking people, you think.

The longer you talk to Laito, the more uncomfortable you feel. He’s downright slimy in a way that creepy men always seem to be, pretty face and relaxed demeanor only making it all worse.

You have a bad feeling about this one, somehow, and when he starts needling you about why you’re here in the first place you’ve had enough.

“Excuse me, but why are you asking me all this?” you ask. “Is there some point in knowing every detail of my personal life?”

Abruptly, something changes in Laito’s bearing. You freeze.

“Ah, Bitch-chan’s catching on,” he croons, and you resist the urge to back up a bit. He’s been using that demeaning nickname the whole time you’ve been talking, and you’ve only barely resisted telling him off for it.

All of the sudden, Laito is much too close. He moves faster than any human should be able to, and is mere inches away from your face before you can jerk away, smiling like he knows some exciting little secret about you. You’re about to shove him off of you, or least try to–

And then he kisses you.

Cold lips are pressed to yours, and Laito presses even closer, deepening the kiss so quickly and forcefully that you don’t have a second to pull away. His hand goes to your waist, tugging you close.

Beyond annoyed, you wedge your hands in between the two of you and shove, hard. Laito moves with you, but you can tell it’s willing.

“Feisty, hmm~?” Laito laughs, licking his lips. “I know that older women have more fight in them, but you look like you want to choke me~ Were you going to bite me next, Bitch-chan? Make me bleed?”

You feel downright nauseated. Before you can say anything, Laito scoots forward, pinning you with surprising strength. He forces you down and back onto the bed, kissing you again, and this time when you try to shove him off of you, he doesn’t budge.

Honestly, you want to bite him. If you thought it would get him to move, you would. He seemed far too excited by the prospect, though.

When he moves a hand to your breast, you consider it all over again.

Instead, you go limp, not fighting back. You’re not kissing back, either, and you imagine that he’ll get bored when his victim doesn’t react. His hands are all over you, forcing, and you can feel your eye twitching. It’s more infuriating than anything. You wish you could just shove him away.

Laito finally pulls back from the kiss. You don’t have much time for relief, though, because there’s a pain at your neck a second later, liquid agony flowing through you as what feels like fangs sink into your skin.

He moans against your neck, lapping at the skin, and you clench your fists and bite your lip. It hurts, of course it does, but you still just want to hit him. If this is all the worse being bitten by one of the monsters is, you can take it. You can definitely take it. Laito’s open invasion of anything resembling personal space bothers you more.

“You taste so sweet… Even though you try to be tough, your blood is telling me how much you enjoy this,” Laito mumbles against your skin.

It takes genuine effort not to try to strangle him.  

His hands are cold against you, and his mouth is cooler, even the soft puffs of breath as empty as if he was dead. You can’t feel any sort of pulse from him, and you’re increasingly aware of how inhuman he really is.

“You can fight back if you want, Bitch-chan,” he moans, sounding pleased. “Girls who hate me are just as delicious as the ones that love it.”

There’s blood dripping down your neck, sticky and hot.

You’re starting to feel light-headed.

If he thinks you’re going to encourage him, he’s dead wrong. Instead, you lay there and let him do what he wants, acting like you couldn’t care less that some pretty boy vampire is drooling over you.

That goes on for a good few minutes, Laito biting and licking and running his hands all over you. He doesn’t seem to get bored, and your irritation climbs. Just when you’re starting to wonder if it would be worth it to hit him, he tears your shirt open with inhuman strength.

This is the second time you’ve met the boy, you think bitterly. You’re starting to feel sick, wondering exactly how far he’s going to go while you lay there and pretend like it doesn’t matter that you’re being assaulted.

If you thought there was anything you could do to get him off of you, you’d do it. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like there’s any way out.

Laito has moved on to biting at your chest, fangs prickling instead of piercing. You’re starting to get the impression that this is some kind of twisted show of dominance, and the only reason he’s bothering to torment you to such a degree is because you didn’t show fear earlier.

You’re definitely getting dizzy from blood loss, you think, and wonder if he really intends to kill you so soon in the game.

He sinks his fangs into your stomach and you grit your teeth. It hurts, horribly so. Even so, the pain is bearable. What’s really getting under your skin is the way he treats you like he has some right to your body. Maybe it’s a vampire thing, thinking that they’re so above humans that they can do things like this. You doubt that you’re special in any way.

That thought makes you picture something even worse.

A girl, younger and smaller and more fragile than you, holding back sobs as this monster drains her try. Fear in her eyes as he tears at her clothes. You have the sickening feeling that it’s happened already.

Something inside you snaps, shattering like glass.

Laito has tugged up your skirt, is inches away from sinking his fangs into the meat of your thigh. He looks downright smug.

You knee him in the head with as much force as you can muster.

You can feel Laito’s jaw snap together with a harsh click, and when he looks up at you, his fangs have gone through his own lip a bit, blood dripping down his chin. The wound already appears to be healing.

Disgustingly, he doesn’t look like it hurt him very much. Instead, he’s smiling, eyes sparkling with something close to satisfaction.

And then he moans.

“Ah, Bitch-chan, you really hate me, huh?” He’s nuzzling against your thigh, smirking like the cat that caught the canary. “You’re the first girl to fight back so viciously, you know? It’s so charming, that hatred in your eyes~” His gaze is fixed on you, glittering brilliant green.

Instead of showing how sickened you feel, you sit up, wipe your mouth, scrubbing the taste of him off of you, and bring a hand to a wound.

“Were you going to kill me?” you ask, feeling wetness on your skin.

“Of course not!” Laito laughs. “You’re so pretty and sweet, I just wanted to show you how nice it would be if you loved me. Your blood tastes so good, I can tell how much you liked being at my mercy, nfu~”

You give him a look that could freeze an open flame.

“Lovely. Are you done now?” you say, looking him in the eye like you don’t care that he was probably minutes away from raping you or worse.

Instead of replying, Laitio laughs again. “Don’t worry your silly little head about that, Bitch-chan. You’ll find out just what kind of pleasures I can bring you. You’ll come around sooner or later.” As soon as the line is done, he vanishes, gone every bit as suddenly as he’d appeared.

As soon as you’re sure he’s gone, you flop back onto the bed, exhausted. He took a lot of blood, you can feel it, and the wounds are only just starting to close over. Vampire saliva, perhaps.

Your skin still feels chilled where he touched you.

A couple deep breaths later, and the furious, scrambled feeling is gone. You’re still angry with him, but it’s down to something simmering and molten, instead of the kind of anger that made you knee him in the head.

That may not have been your wisest choice. Ah well, it got Laito off of you and didn’t end in your death. You can live with one bad choice.

There’s not a dash of fear in you. You’re angry. You’re disgusted. You’re honestly wondering if you could get away with strangling him, but you’re not afraid. You’ve seen what the monster can do, and all it did was piss you off. The thought of Laito’s smug grin makes your blood boil.

Rationally, you decided that another bit of sleep will do you good.

…

You wake up again, feeling just as tired as before you slept. The wounds on your neck, chest, and stomach are throbbing, and you inspect the punctures with annoyance. The marks are neat and small barely even noticeable, but hurt more than you’d expect from such tiny wounds.

Legs shaking when you stand, you force down how weak you feel. Blood loss is going to be beyond unpleasant to deal with.

After just a few minutes of sitting unsteadily on the edge of your bed, there’s a knock at your door. You tense for a second, then remember that Laito has already established that he doesn’t like to knock.

The person at the door is one of the servants, a tall, older man who tells you in low tones that a meal has been prepared for you downstairs.

A few minutes later finds you sitting at an absolutely massive table in what appears to be the dining room, all alone. The room is dark and vaguely unpleasant, smelling of the same odd scent as the rest of the mansion.

You aren’t exactly surprised when someone appears behind you.

This time, it’s Reiji, making a face like he’s mildly disgusted with you. You don’t comment. You know mind games when you see them.

Reiji informs you that he and his siblings attend school at night. “But, considering your age, you will be remaining in the mansion,” he says, sounding as if he dislikes the idea. He spends a few minutes lecturing you on what constitutes appropriate behavior while they’re gone, and, with one last parting comment about you using the wrong fork for your meal, is gone.

You very nearly collapse into a fit of giggles as soon as he’s vanished. The very idea of a vampire scolding you for using a salad fork improperly is ridiculous, and you can’t help but snicker at how serious he seemed.

After finishing your surprisingly palatable meal in peace, you leave the dining room behind, glad to be away from the monstrosity of a table.

The thing looked fit for something close to ten, not one lonely person, and can’t help but wonder if the boys ever eat there as a group. You can already picture them bickering like children over something stupid.

From what you know of them, you think it could actually happen.

You spend the next while wandering around the mansion, attempting to learn some of the twists and turns of the place. The house is absolutely huge, all winding hallways, and it takes some careful plotting to make sure that you don’t get hopelessly lost from your room.

(The thought of the boys at high school is still making you snicker. You wonder if it’s a school special for vampires, or if they have to play human.)

Something changes in the air after a while. There’s a sudden sense of foreboding, some energy crackling in the empty space, and you recognize it as a similar feeling from when you first entered the mansion.

Taking it to mean that at least some of the vampires have returned, you decide to stick a bit closer to your room.

You can just picture one of them trying to harass you for wandering around. With the infuriating memories of the incident with Laito fresh in your mind, you’re not sure you wouldn’t do something that you’d regret.

The feeling only intensifies when you see one of them waiting for you.

It’s Ayato, messy haired and looking like he thinks he’s on top of the world. There’s something childish in his expression, you note, some look in his eye that makes him seem younger than he already looks.

“Hey, old lady!” he crows when you get close enough, eyes fixing on you in an instant. “Where have you been? Out getting lost?” He laughs obnoxiously, grinning ear to ear, and you now have a very good idea of what this one is like. Even his tone of voice is arrogant and self-sure.

“Just exploring,” you reply, smiling politely. Ayato’s grin drops.

“Damn, you’re boring,” he says, making a face, “and yuck, I can smell Laito on you. Are you such a slut that you’ve been letting that nasty pervert at you already?” His eyes fall to the bite wound on your neck.

“You’re vampires. I would have imagined that this is normal for you,” you say, not falling for his taunt for a second.

A moment passes, you and Ayato looking at each other eye to eye. He’s challenging you, you can tell, trying to make you cower or feel ashamed. You hold his gaze and refuse to so much as flinch.

“Tch, boring,” he says eventually, looking away and taking a step back. “I’m not gonna bother with you while you stink like that pervert,”

It’s a childish admission. It’s a win nonetheless.

Ayato leaves, vanishing in the same way they all do, and you go back into your room, feeling almost proud. You stared down the monster and won, and that alone almost makes up for what happened earlier. Well, sort of. You still wish that you could have done more to Laito than kick him.

The impression you’re getting so far is that all of these boys need a serious attitude adjustment. Almost all of them have come off as childish and immature, and, for as young as they look, you can’t help but wonder where their parents are, why they’re left to raise themselves. Reiji has been the only recently responsible-seeming one you’ve met yet.

There’s no point in fussing over these awful creature, you remind yourself, laying back on your bed. None of them are of your concern.

…

A couple days go by, crawling slowly. You have little to do in the mansion but wander around, and you’re becoming horribly bored.

You find a library on day two, but most of the books are in languages that you don’t understand. Reading only gets you so far, anyway, not when you have absolutely nothing else to do in the huge house.

The brothers spend all night at school. You’re told early on that you’re expected to keep a nocturnal schedule too, and you don’t complain. Worse things could happen. You don’t mind being up at night too terribly, anyway. It doesn’t bother you too much that they’re imposing this too.

The mansion itself gets creepier the longer you’re in it. That dark, unpleasant smell never goes away, and every room you find has the same awful aura. Even the rose gardens out back seem half dead, refusing to thrive in such an unhappy place. No matter how pretty and fine everything is, you get the impression that the unhappiness is permeating it all.

You eat your meals alone in the dining room. You spend your days wandering a nightmare of a mansion. You sleep always half expecting to wake up to a real life monster hovering in your room.

It’s not hard to imagine how their previous prey would be terrified.

Instead, though, all you feel is resignation. There are some positives to all of it (the fanciest place you’ve ever been in, time to yourself to think, and so on), and you refuse to play the vampires’ game and start to break.

There’s no reason for you to be afraid. You’ve already experienced what they can do to you, and it doesn’t frighten you to be hurt.

Even better are the moments you actually face them. Even though you’ve been bitten a few times, the looks in their eyes when you remain cooly impassive through all of it are almost funny.

A couple of them, like the small one, get angry when you don’t play along. You’ve already had a fork embedded in your leg by him.

Most of them ignore what they see as unpleasant prey.

Laito seeks you out again on day four.

This time, you’re sitting in a chair in one of the many sitting rooms you’ve found, flipping through a book filled with fairy tales that you’ve never heard before. All of them are exceptionally violent and end horribly.

You’re just starting to wonder if this kind of thing is normal for vampires, when “Bi-tch-chan~” is whispered in your ear.

Knowing that he’s probably expecting you to startle, you close your book calmly and turn around. “Can I help you?” you ask, already feeling mildly annoyed by the same smug look on Laito’s pretty face.

“Aw, how cold,” he smiles, looking at you like a cornered mouse, “I’ve been so busy with school lately, and this is how my cute Bitch-chan talks to me? I’m hurt.” He makes a fake-upset face, pouting. You note that he’s wearing what looks like a uniform, probably from his school.

“Mhmm, I’m sure you are,” you say, voice even and unamused.

Laito does something too quickly for you to see, and next thing you know, you’re on your feet, pinned against a wall.

“Is Bitch-chan going to play nice,” Laito croons, “or am I going to have to be rough with her again?” He looks like the very idea pleases him.

Instead of responding, you sigh, not fighting his grip. You can already tell that you’re going to get bitten again. The idea doesn’t particularly bother you, aside from the fact that it’s the annoying one doing it.

Laito laughs again, and tears at your shirt, getting it off your shoulders roughly enough to pop a couple seams. You know already that your neck is dotted with a couple fang marks from his brothers, from the few times that they’ve gotten pushy enough with you to try to feed.

“Oh? You’ve been being passed around a lot while I was gone, huh, Bitch-chan? Did you like it? Did their fangs feel as good as mine?” Laito’s face is flushed, and he’s getting in close to your skin, inspecting.

He runs a couple fingers over one wound, pressing down with enough force to send a rush of pain through every part of you.

You grit your teeth and resist the urge to punch him. Hard.

Seconds later, there are fangs in your neck, biting painfully close to one of the existing wounds. Laito has your arms twisted up above your head at an odd angle, putting too much strain on them, and it’s starting to hurt.

He bites you a couple times, not lingering for long at each spot. You have the feeling he’s trying to mark you instead of feed.

“What do my brothers think of my scent all over you?” he asks, voice sounding thick and half-moaning. “I bet they all know what a little slut my Bitch-chan is, begging for my fangs like this~” He bites you again, deeper than before, and you try not to roll your eyes at his words.

All of them have assumed that you’re going to whimper and struggle, afraid, and their actions show that they don’t quite know what to do when you don’t. Laito especially seems to be stuck in the same role.

He mumbles something derogatory against your skin, infantilizing words, as if you’re some child who will fall before him.

He release your hands, moving to grope you instead.

You’re well aware that this a monster at your neck.

You don’t care.

One of your hands goes to Laito’s hair, embedding itself in the soft, auburn locks. Laito moans like he thinks you’re playing along. With as much force as you can muster, you yank his head away from you.

Hair rips under the strength of your grip, tearing away from his scalp. Laito yelps, moving with you, and you drag him off of your neck.

“Do you honestly think that I’m afraid of you?” you ask, voice so cold it sounds foreign even to your own ears. You can feel your pulse pounding somewhere around your throat, anger consuming you from the inside.

Laito’s eyes fix on yours. He’s frozen, for just a moment, and in that instant, you see something like genuine shock in his eyes.

Then, his face breaks into the same smug smile. He squirms in your grip, face going flushed with what looks like excitement, expression turning aggressive once again. You tighten your grip in his hair, and he moans, whatever surprise you saw in his eyes replaced by sickening arousal.

“Ah, Bitch-chan~ You’re finally going to be cruel? I’ve been just waiting for you to fight back, you know. You hate me, don’t you? Go ahead, show me how much you do,” he croons, leering at you.

You let go of his hair, annoyed at how well he catches himself.

“I don’t want to play your little game. I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not some scared little girl that you can push around. I’m not going to cower, and you’re not going to get anywhere with stupid intimidation tactics. You’re annoying.” The words fall out of you, fury bubbling out over your lips like tar. Vaguely, you realize that this isn’t wise, but you’re too angry to stop.

You want to hurt him. You want to pin this disgusting boy to the wall and choke him until he stops talking. You have the feeling you would, if you didn’t already know that he’d like it.

Laito shifts his posture to something open and vaguely aggressive, looking you in the eye again, the smile almost gone from his face. It feels like he’s trying to gain back some control of the situation. He licks his lips, eyeing you with something predatory and almost angry.

He looks like he wants to say something, like he wants to beat you into submission and make you play along with his will.

You stand straight, look him in the eye, and refuse to back down. Showing fear now would damn you. You started this, and you’re willing to finish it. Even if he kills you, you’re not going to let him win.

Looking into Laito’s eyes, you see the exact moment he changes.

All at once, the tension drops out of Laito’s frame. He relaxes, going back to the same fake-open bearing you’re used to. He smiles again, the familiar, easygoing look falling back into place.

“You’re really serious, huh Bitch-chan?” he grins, laughter in his voice. “Not many humans would stand up to me like you did, you know? It’s reeeally impressive, nfu.” His tone is amused, like you’re a child trying to stand on equal ground with an adult. You feel absolutely sick.

Laito steps forwards, slings an arm around your shoulder, and kisses you on the cheek, disgustingly affectionate.

“I like you, Bitch-chan. You’re going to be very fun to play with. Girls who hate me are always so pretty when they’re mad~ Yell at me again, won’t you? Tell me how terrible I am?” A blush paints his pale cheeks.

You feel more like hitting Laito than ever. You should have known that fighting back would just encourage him.

After promising you that he’ll be back, smiling as he tells you that he’ll have plenty of fun things to do to you next time, Laito is gone. You’re left alone in the room, shaking with anger, a headache pounding through you.

You’re disgusted. You’re furious. You hate that boy more with everything he says to you.

And yet, when you were staring him down, for just an instant, you thought you saw something almost vulnerable in his eyes. It was only an instant, but that look of shock won’t leave your head. You have the feeling that no one had ever tried to stand up to him before.

Fuck, you know that no one has. You’ve managed to endear yourself to him by refusing to be afraid, and now he’s even more interested in you than before.

You walk back to your room, taking the fairy tale book with you.

You’re bleeding where he bit you, red dripping down and staining your shirt. His fangs tore you up pretty badly when you yanked him away. You remember him moaning over how sweet you taste, and you don’t care.

Laito promised that he’d be back, and that’s the singular worst news you’ve had since getting to the mansion.

Even back in your room, you can’t stop thinking about how strangely Laito acted once you fought back. Perhaps the vampires really are just shocked that a human would dare lash out at them.

Perhaps you’ve opened a whole different can of worms.

You go to bed feeling vaguely unsettled, still angry over how Laito treated you. He’s still acting like it’s a joke, you know, and while that’s probably the only thing keeping you from getting killed, it still makes hot fury run molten under your skin.

The anger doesn’t quite erase the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, though, the vague sense that you’ve gotten yourself into something terrible.

Telling yourself that it’s just the blood loss and adrenaline making you feel funny, you push it aside and force yourself to sleep.

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.

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.

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.

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Chained to a Wall

Character(s): Human Au!Subaru, Reader

Warnings: Torture, abuse, mild blood

Subaru had always thought he was strong. For years, he’d been tough enough to stand up to anything that came his way. His parents were one matter, yes, but no one else had gotten away with bullying him.

From the first time he’d punched another child in a fit of rage, it had been so easy to think that he was strong enough to be left alone.

You were able to pin him like his strength was nothing.

No matter how much he struggled, your grip was like iron. You could grab his hands and force them above his head, keep him pinned in place like he was as weak as a newborn kitten. You laughed when he tried to fight back, when he struggled, forcing him back down with ease.

A while ago, Subaru would have assumed that being manhandled in such a way would be humiliating. Now, he knew that it was terrifying.

He’d never felt so weak as when you twisted his arms behind his back and sunk your fangs into his neck. You acted like it was funny to watch him squirm, but for all he he knew that you could overpower him in an instant, Subaru couldn’t bring himself to quit trying to fight back.

So, when you grabbed him by the neck, shoving his back against the hard stone of your dungeon, he twisted in your grip, scrabbling pathetically with pale hands as you pressed harder and harder against his throat.

You smiled, and it was so soft Subaru knew he was in trouble now.

The cuffs went around his wrists with ease, fitting so well that Subaru knew that you’d gotten them just for him. Metal bit into his soft skin, sharp edges poking at him just enough to hurt. One loop of the chain around a hook high on the wall, and he was stuck, unable to do anything more than kick and wriggle helplessly, incapable of pulling away.

His hands were restrained, much too tight, pulled above his head, and even though his legs were free, Subaru knew that it would do him no good.

Even so, he kicked out, trying to hit you or push you away or anything that would mean getting out of what you were about to do. For all he knew, Subaru hadn’t done anything wrong, but you always found a way.

You yanked the chain even tighter, forcing Subaru’s hands too high above his head, straining at his shoulders painfully.

He yelped, cursing, and aimed one more miserable kick at you.

You calmly stepped out of the way.

“Come on, now. Do I have to gag you too? That filthy mouth won’t do, you know,” you laughed, and Subaru knew that you were very serious. He swallowed heavily and bit down something vicious and rude.

The idea of being unable to even speak didn’t sit well with him.

Your smile was mocking, and your hands were cold when they settled on his shoulders, pressing down just enough to draw a little whine out of him. You made a face like you were amused, and licked his collarbone with a cool tongue, inhaling deeply of what he could only assume was fear.

“Ah, you smell so nice when you’re nervous,” you crooned, and Subaru only barely resisted the urge to curse at you in indignant fury.

When you bit him, leaning in and piercing the soft skin of his neck with cold fangs, Subaru choked out a little whine. It hurt, worse than broken bones or busted knuckles ever had, pain all concentrated in one spot.

You licked at his neck for a long minute, draining him little by little with gentleness a true contrast to how roughly his hands were bound. Subaru started to get dizzy mere moments in. You’d been feeding from him so often, lately, it felt like there wasn’t enough left in him for you to take.

After making a total of three fresh wounds, each one of them stinging and dribbling warm blood down Subaru’s chest, you pulled away.

His shirt was going to be ruined, he thought, head too scrambled to provide anything more coherent. Those blood stains would never come out.

One of you cold hands traced a path up to his wrist, caressing the skin where the metal of the cuffs bit into it. You were smiling, still, and the expression was just mocking enough that Subaru bristled in anger. You held his hand for just a moment, so gently that he could hardly believe you were capable of it, and pressed a soft little kiss to his cheek.

“Scream for me now, understand?” you whispered, and pulled away.

Next thing Subaru knew, you were gone, vanished from the dungeon like you’d never been there. The room felt colder as soon as you were gone, and Subaru forcibly swallowed the sick little part that thought that.

It took a second for him to realize what had happened, but the reality sunk in quickly enough with you gone.

You’d left him there.

He was still chained up, arms restrained high above his head in an increasingly uncomfortable position, hands slowly going numb.

A spike of panic rose in Subaru’s throat. There wasn’t going to be a way out of this one, not until you decided to come back for him. If you decided to come back for him.

Rationally, he didn’t expect you to let your toy die in the dungeon, not after you’d been having so much fun tormenting him, but to his blood-loss addled mind, the fear that you would never come back hung thick and heavy. His body already felt like lead, too heavy and pained all over.

Subaru was starting to hurt more and more, twisted arms sending little shocks of pain all through him, neck throbbing with his heartbeat.  

Before he knew it, he was calling out for you, voice much too loud in the silent room. No one answered, and the panic spiked again.

Scream for me echoed in his head like a broken record.

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Chained to a Wall

Character(s): Human Au!Subaru, Reader

Warnings: Torture, abuse, mild blood

Subaru had always thought he was strong. For years, he’d been tough enough to stand up to anything that came his way. His parents were one matter, yes, but no one else had gotten away with bullying him.

From the first time he’d punched another child in a fit of rage, it had been so easy to think that he was strong enough to be left alone.

You were able to pin him like his strength was nothing.

No matter how much he struggled, your grip was like iron. You could grab his hands and force them above his head, keep him pinned in place like he was as weak as a newborn kitten. You laughed when he tried to fight back, when he struggled, forcing him back down with ease.

A while ago, Subaru would have assumed that being manhandled in such a way would be humiliating. Now, he knew that it was terrifying.

He’d never felt so weak as when you twisted his arms behind his back and sunk your fangs into his neck. You acted like it was funny to watch him squirm, but for all he he knew that you could overpower him in an instant, Subaru couldn’t bring himself to quit trying to fight back.

So, when you grabbed him by the neck, shoving his back against the hard stone of your dungeon, he twisted in your grip, scrabbling pathetically with pale hands as you pressed harder and harder against his throat.

You smiled, and it was so soft Subaru knew he was in trouble now.

The cuffs went around his wrists with ease, fitting so well that Subaru knew that you’d gotten them just for him. Metal bit into his soft skin, sharp edges poking at him just enough to hurt. One loop of the chain around a hook high on the wall, and he was stuck, unable to do anything more than kick and wriggle helplessly, incapable of pulling away.

His hands were restrained, much too tight, pulled above his head, and even though his legs were free, Subaru knew that it would do him no good.

Even so, he kicked out, trying to hit you or push you away or anything that would mean getting out of what you were about to do. For all he knew, Subaru hadn’t done anything wrong, but you always found a way.

You yanked the chain even tighter, forcing Subaru’s hands too high above his head, straining at his shoulders painfully.

He yelped, cursing, and aimed one more miserable kick at you.

You calmly stepped out of the way.

“Come on, now. Do I have to gag you too? That filthy mouth won’t do, you know,” you laughed, and Subaru knew that you were very serious. He swallowed heavily and bit down something vicious and rude.

The idea of being unable to even speak didn’t sit well with him.

Your smile was mocking, and your hands were cold when they settled on his shoulders, pressing down just enough to draw a little whine out of him. You made a face like you were amused, and licked his collarbone with a cool tongue, inhaling deeply of what he could only assume was fear.

“Ah, you smell so nice when you’re nervous,” you crooned, and Subaru only barely resisted the urge to curse at you in indignant fury.

When you bit him, leaning in and piercing the soft skin of his neck with cold fangs, Subaru choked out a little whine. It hurt, worse than broken bones or busted knuckles ever had, pain all concentrated in one spot.

You licked at his neck for a long minute, draining him little by little with gentleness a true contrast to how roughly his hands were bound. Subaru started to get dizzy mere moments in. You’d been feeding from him so often, lately, it felt like there wasn’t enough left in him for you to take.

After making a total of three fresh wounds, each one of them stinging and dribbling warm blood down Subaru’s chest, you pulled away.

His shirt was going to be ruined, he thought, head too scrambled to provide anything more coherent. Those blood stains would never come out.

One of you cold hands traced a path up to his wrist, caressing the skin where the metal of the cuffs bit into it. You were smiling, still, and the expression was just mocking enough that Subaru bristled in anger. You held his hand for just a moment, so gently that he could hardly believe you were capable of it, and pressed a soft little kiss to his cheek.

“Scream for me now, understand?” you whispered, and pulled away.

Next thing Subaru knew, you were gone, vanished from the dungeon like you’d never been there. The room felt colder as soon as you were gone, and Subaru forcibly swallowed the sick little part that thought that.

It took a second for him to realize what had happened, but the reality sunk in quickly enough with you gone.

You’d left him there.

He was still chained up, arms restrained high above his head in an increasingly uncomfortable position, hands slowly going numb.

A spike of panic rose in Subaru’s throat. There wasn’t going to be a way out of this one, not until you decided to come back for him. If you decided to come back for him.

Rationally, he didn’t expect you to let your toy die in the dungeon, not after you’d been having so much fun tormenting him, but to his blood-loss addled mind, the fear that you would never come back hung thick and heavy. His body already felt like lead, too heavy and pained all over.

Subaru was starting to hurt more and more, twisted arms sending little shocks of pain all through him, neck throbbing with his heartbeat.  

Before he knew it, he was calling out for you, voice much too loud in the silent room. No one answered, and the panic spiked again.

Scream for me echoed in his head like a broken record.

@badthingshappenbingo

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.

@badthingshappenbingo

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.